"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.
Her intent had seemingly waned far sooner than Gaucho had expected it to. In their last spar Ampere had thrown daggers, dragons of electricity, and even his own magic back at him. Now, she threw feeble punches, love-bites, and haphazard kicks. Where had she gone?, Gaucho wondered as the blue pulled from his side. Mara might have taken some of the energy out of her body, but her toxins didn't have the ability to cage Ampere's spirit. But it appeared that something already had...The urgent burning in his loins that had obscured his thinking suddenly turned cold, so cold, with the icy weight of reality.
Was this it then? Was this all the fight she had?
Foolishly, Gaucho thought that if they couldn't be together that they could be .. this, whatever it was. It was why he put up with her eye rolling at his every word and her challenging his every action - it was worth it to see the (literal and metaphorical) sparks he saw in her eyes every so often, to be a witness to a spirit that dwarfed all others, even if it was turned against him. If frustrated hostility and disagreement were the only substances that could bind them together, then so be it. He would live in this life of constant turmoil and destruction for her. She wouldn't let him right the wrongs of his past, wouldn't forgive him, but at least she cared enough to fight him on everything else. For Gaucho, it was the only way he knew she still cared.
But now?
Did she?
Do you? He wondered as her antics drew him near once again. Her nose struck the blue on his chest as it wavered back and forth, and with something nearly like concern, he stepped towards her: right into her flailing hooves. Pain screeched down his left leg like wildfire. The angle of her stomp had afforded her a piece of his flesh, and blood began to dribble down from an inch wide blunt cut. The area around screamed defenselessly, not wanting to be overshadowed by the bloody injury. There was no fat or muscle on his cannon bone to protect against kicks, and so the pain reverberated deep into his bone. Instinctively, he shifted his weight to the right so that he could pull his leg out of the wet sand. The last thing he wanted was the feeling of sand in his wound.
As her body tumbled towards his, Gaucho was torn. The moment stretched on as indecision racked his brain - a brain which normally functioned so seamlessly during a spar. But this was no ordinary spar ... this was something else, and required something else. It required whatever it was that he always saw in Sohalia's expectant gaze. It was whatever he did, or failed to do, that always let her down. It was the reason Ampere couldn't forgive him, and why he had never apologized. It was like a layer of vantablack* that covered his mind - thin enough as to seem inconsequential, but dark enough to make it impossible to see.
He didn't know what to do.
He could either fight back and give her what she had said and acted like she wanted. A challenge. A fight. He could push against her and retaliate. Whatever had caused her to give up and stop caring, perhaps he could get it back. If he threw dragons of fire at her, would she return with dragons of electricity? Would she steal his magic again? Could he make her heart race, if not for him, then for the idea of beating him?
Or ... her wing brushed his flank and things got hazy again. Warmth pulsed not only in his loins but somewhere higher ... somewhere harder to explain. It was massive, and it was small; it was his heart and in truth, it beat only for her. He knew this moment wasn't what his heart thought it was - it wasn't Ampere falling against him, drawing strength and safety and comfort from him. She was weak, delirious from Mara's toxin. It was either against him, or into the water. Ampere wasn't so stubborn as to chose drowning over falling against him, but ...
She was here.
After all his chasing, how could he just let her go now? It was ridiculous that he even considered it, because he knew that 'this' wasn't anything. This was Ampere being weak. This was Ampere's body choosing to remain standing with his support; it wasn't her heart choosing him.
It wasn't anything. It didn't mean anything.
But it did mean something to him.
(You're a warrior, this is a challenge. You fight. You are right, she is wrong. At least do her the courtesy of fighting her.)
(I'll never have her like this again.)
(You don't have her to begin with.)
(She'll hate you for calling attention to her weakness.)
Gaucho's un-articulated thoughts rattled his soul as the warmth of Ampere's body continued to press against him. The heat of his love, (if he wasn't certain that's what it was before, he was certain now), threatened to burn him from the inside out. He couldn't endure this, knowing that it was nothing for her, but he also couldn't push her away.
So through grit teeth, her did the only thing he could think of. The only thing that would salvage her dignity and his heart. Slamming his front leg down, his warrior's magic reverberated all around them unsettling their footing. Pain screamed through Gaucho's leg, but he welcomed it.
It temporarily blotted out the burning of his heart.
*VANTABLACK IS THE DARKEST SUBSTANCE EVER YO, AND IS COOL AS SHIT.
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Got me in chains for your love [GAUCHO challenge]
