"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
Restless limbs carried me further away from my snow enveloped home, further away from the awkward family reunion I had just witnessed in the Threshold. Even though the Reaper had my full support, and I viewed him as a more than worthy Lord, there just was something odd about seeing him coddle his fully grown daughter as she reentered the magical world of Helovia. Maybe my feelings would be different when I had a daughter of my own, a million years down the road, but for now the idea of close knit families threw me off. Although my own wasn't torn apart, if we were close I wouldn't be travelling the expanse of Helovia in hopes of running into my blood stained twin.
White and black splashed limbs moved effortlessly through the slush of melting snow that showed more signs of the world warming and Birdsong coming. With each passing second the whites and grays that filled the normal void were growing darker and darker as the sun rose, soon my world would be stained a black as deep as a starless sky once again. When I was younger, the rising sun would bring a sense of panic to my infantile mind, soon the world would be dark again and I would have to rely on those around me once again. But now, now that I was older and had gotten more accustom to the lack of vision life in general was just easier. That didn't mean I didn't prefer to travel at night when I could see without the assistance of the red kite flying overhead.
Bright lids fluttered shut, blocking the rising sun from moon eyes, bringing the usual darkness a few moments early while the scent of blooming flowers tickled the delicate nerve endings that lined my nostrils. Thistle Meadow. Here I would stop and rest a few moments, allowing Edison to relax before striking westward once more where I would hopefully run into my heat-loving brother and his words of advice and wisdom. More so, I wanted to know how the family was doing since I had gone into self driven shunning, my short time in the Basin before heading out once more had been pointless as I hadn't ran into my father or my mother. So instead I would get my updates from Sacre.
"Talk?"
jalfjsdlaj sorry it's kinda shit. had to go to work so ending is awkward e.e @Sacre @Ranjiri
IF THERE'S ONE THING I'VE LEARNED IN LIFE ITS TO FIGHT. FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT. FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, WHAT'S IMPORTANT TO YOU. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, FIGHT FOR THE ONES YOU LOVE, AND NEVER FORGET TO TELL THEM HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU WHILE THEY'RE STILL ALIVE.
The last time I had been in the meadow was when it was snowing and I was slowly freezing. If it hadn't been for Destrier and his two dragons I probably would have frozen. Anyways, I hadn't been back to the meadow until Frostfall had finally anded and Birdsong began because I wasn't too keen on getting stuck in another snowstorm. But the snow was melting and the chill wasn't so prevalent so I went back.
I flew until the meadow stretched out before me, a sea of green with only a few patches of slushy, melting snow. It definitely wasn't as bad as it had been before, so I landed. The ground was muddy, certain areas of it sucking at my hooves more viciously than other parts, but it wasn't so bad... it definitely wasn't as bad as it had been the last time I was here. I couldn't wait for all of the slushy snow to be melted away, though, and the ground to be a bit drier so that every trace of Frostfall was erased.
I wandered aimlessly across the meadow because there was nowhere in particular that I was going and nothing that I needed to do. I guess I had just been bored and wanted a change of scenery. I certainly didn't expect to happen upon anyone in the meadow (mostly because it was so big), let alone it be someone that I knew, but I remembered Roux. I remembered meeting him on the beach, the same day I met the grandfather that seemed wholly uninterested in me. And I remembered finding him, again, outside of the Heart Caves.
"Sacre...in the ca-aves. I-- I killed a boy."
I had fled then, scared and unsure of what to do or even say. I just ran like a coward.
"Roux?" I called out to him, hesitantly, my voice soft.
Sacre was on his way back from patrol having dawdled along in the pretty Secret Grove gawking at the scenery whilst his foxes played amongst the willows. On his way, the young stallion had taken a detour and purposefully missed the Thistle Meadow knowing what pain it brought. It had taken a bit longer as he had travelled to towards the Veins and past the Rotunda, but his heart wasn’t as heavy in his chest. However, this time Sacre had stopped at the two diverging ways and contemplated cutting across the Meadow he had been born in and the Meadow that had also brought death with it. It made his throat go tight. Still, was he going to avoid it forever? Perhaps duty would one day bring him to this place again and he wouldn't be able to avoid it. Perhaps it was best to face the memories now rather than later. In the end, it had been the gentle nudges of two troublesome foxes that nursed him forward, their intrusive bonds soothing his chaotic mind. Travelling into the Meadow now, as the sun rose and the night faded away, it wasn’t easy but it got better slightly with every grief stricken stride.
His cloven hooves sank deep into the muddy ground, the last remnants of winter lingered stubbornly as spring beckoned and awoke, hopefully the days would soon be much warmer.
It was then that Sacre heard a muffled thud of a Pegasus landing and he looked up from his moping to spot a familiar hybrid. It was Ranjiri! How long had it been since he’d seen her? It was odd that he recognized her so well, she was part of a past memory that was still so vivid of Roux and the dead colt, but still he knew very little about the mare. Apart from she was nice and they lived in the same herd. However, that was all Sacre needed to know as he bounced into a lively trot and chased after her.
She seemed to have spotted something or someone and Sacre squinted his eyes to see past her. Who was it? He was red with two white stockings; his mane fell in dark folds and a white horn sat atop his head. He was familiar, shockingly familiar, he was blood and Sacre’s other half. A jolt went through the red stained boy as tears welled into his eyes and his heart leapt with joy. Inari bounced and sprinted forward "it’s Roux!" he shouted with glee into the halls of Sacre’s singing mind as Ríona followed in utter bemusement. All this time and after all this searching, there he was.
"Roux!" he yelled after his twin and burst into a sudden gallop. Flying towards Ranjiri and on to his brother, tears soaking into his red streaked face that beamed in elation and hinted with relief. Hooves pounded and hearts soured, two foxes held their tails aloft as they ran with their horned friend until finally Sacre slammed all on to stand before Roux and held out a gentle nose to try touch his blind brother. "I’ve missed you" the words dropped out of his mouth and were laden with devotion. His body trembled for a moment before slowly the excitement began to abate a little and finally he was able to raise his head, smiling his usual brilliant brash grin at his brother "where have you been?" he prodded. Did he know about mother? Time would tell.
Finally he turned to Ranjiri with an apologetic look, hoping he hadn’t offended her in his rush of joyous reunion "Ranjiri! It’s good to see you again" he beamed towards her like sunlight. His world had suddenly exploded into colour.
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