"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.
Ettore was not okay with how long they had been lingering by the Throat. Yes, she had Cera and Sohalia. But, Alleo was waiting for her at the Falls. And, the unease in his system was definitely beginning to radiate toward Rasta. "Suus 'bysso, Ettore. Caput purgare opus. Ut instar sicco qua ire hinc oportet. Omnia pulmentum." There were a few chirps from him that forced her to move forward until she had returned to where she had first met Alleo.
Her limbs were slow, awkwardly moving. Her mind racing, not able to concentrate - to form all the images for easy movement. In fact, they were even getting stuck in the sand on occasion - dragging through it and creating lines as she went. Finally, though, as she reached the water, she allowed her frame to sink down against the waves. Half of her body was in waves, the other half resting upon the sand. Ettore was dancing just before her, trying to keep her attention.
A night's rest would do her good, right? Yeah, that was what she was going to stick with. Though, of course, Ettore thought the complete opposite. And he really wanted Rasta to head back toward Alleo and to realign with whatever was going on. It could all be fixed, if they could just speak with each other. If they could be near each other again. It was almost as if they had relied so heavily on each other for so long that now that they didn't necessarily need the other person by them... well they couldn't figure out just how to function...
"It's fine, Ettore. I needed to clear my head. I need to figure out where to go from here. It's all a mess." --- translation from the latin above to Ettore
@[Alleo]
alleo</style> close your eyes, i know what you see
the darkness is high, and you're in ten feet deep
but we've survived more terrible monsters than sleep
and you know i will be here to tell you to breathe</style>
Rasta had spent far too long lingering everywhere else but in the Falls. She was constantly on the move and he was only aware of her coming and going because of Ettore. The bird was consistent, finding him when she left and finding him when she came back. This time around, however, he felt that she was lingering far too long in the Throat... or at least he assumed she had gone to the Throat. His guess was based off of a game of charades with Ettore. He felt like he was always waiting on her. Always waiting for her to come back from some adventure, to come back to him, to smile at him and tell him about what she had done while she was away. Lately, though, he could feel the distance between them and it made him uncomfortable. I made him worried.
Made him wonder if she would come back this time...
His constant wondering made him leave the Falls to go in search of her. He couldn't just stand there and wait for her again. No. No, he had decided that he would look for her and that he would find her this time. He wouldn't let her just slip away. He couldn't.
She wasn't at in the Throat. At least, not from what he could see standing across from the island. He was confident that Ettore would have sensed him and come flying to find him if she were. So he turned away and continued his search elsewhere. Somehow he ended up on the beach... the very same beach that he had first met her. It didn't take him long to find her, all he had to do was follow the hoof tracks in the wet sand. When he did find her, though, he frowned.
"Rasta?" He moved toward her, his head dropping down so he could touch his muzzle to her cheek when he was finally beside her. "Its cold... you'll make yourself sick."
She could hear the movement of sand. The grainy way it clung to each other against the very small breeze. That, and Ettore was beginning to get the antsy, happy feeling he always got when Alleo was around. It was as if his job of protecting the mare was over and he would be allowed to play again. Not that she let her little hawk protect her from anything - she refused to let her companion suffer injuries again.
The winter was harsh, but the cool liquid was definitely serving to wake her up. And, as her name curved across the breeze and into her ears she carefully lifted her cranium to turn it in his direction. He says it's cold. He says she'll make herself sick - but she almost cannot find it in herself to care. You see, she's struggling to find a direction for anything and the cold water is the only thing left she hasn't tried.
"It's keeping me awake, it's serving it's purpose," she whispers while his maw is pressed against her cheek. It is Ettore who moves from the ground and onto Alleo's back - wings splayed around the stag's withers in a form of a hug. A few chirps of unease escape the bird's beak as he hopes that maybe Alleo could snap her out of this constant state of confusion. Her blind eyes shut - they serve no purpose anyway - and she allows her head to rest upon her propped up limb once more. "I needed to see Cera and Sohalia." It was information, voice carrying the exhaustion and lack of sleep. "I needed to work through the mess of the invasion. The only thing I got out of it was…" She breaks, body trembling but not from the cold. "… was that you deserve to be happy and that I won't be the reason you're in pain."
Slowly, she pulls herself to her feet. She's gotten nourishment. She looks healthy on the outside, but mentally she's shattered. "Tecum volo. Sed ego contristo vos sentio amo. Uoluistis domui tuae pax et ideo custodivi te ne eos." she whispers, mind too exhausted to even realize she'd slipped into her latin tongue. She wanted sleep - sleep without nightmare's of ruining everything she was given. No one could fix her… except maybe Alleo (if he could put up with her long enough to serve as her remedy). "Miserere mei," and she slips back into her english tongue, "I've only caused you pain…"
"I want to be with you. Yet, I feel like I only cause you pain. You wanted your family, and I kept you from them."
and
"Have mercy on me"
are the two latin phrases in there :D
alleo</style> close your eyes, i know what you see
the darkness is high, and you're in ten feet deep
but we've survived more terrible monsters than sleep
and you know i will be here to tell you to breathe</style>
Annoyance colored Alleo's face as Rasta said that the ocean was keeping her awake, that it was serving its purpose. "Is its purpose also to make you sick?" He asked, not bothering to hide his exasperation. Not even Ettore on his back hugging him lessens his annoyance. "What then?" He couldn't keep babysitting her, waiting for her to return when she wandered off, wondering what shape she'd be in when she finally made it back, and then nursing her back to health.
"I needed to see Cera and Sohalia. I needed to work through the mess of the invasion. The only thing I got out of it was…was that you deserve to be happy and that I won't be the reason you're in pain."
"I can't keep having this same discussion..." He sighed and shook his head. "The invasion is over... dwelling on it... its not good." He just wanted to move past it, move on, not think about it but there were constant reminders everywhere and the fact that it was still affecting Rasta was the biggest. He just didn't have the energy to spend arguing points of the invasion or why he did what he did. "You don't cause me pain." He murmured seconds later. "Worry, yes. Stress, yes. But never pain..." He just wished that she could understand, let it go and move on.
He stepped back to give Rasta room as she finally rose to stand and he listened as she spoke in a language he didn't understand. She concludes in the common tongue they shared that she's only caused him pain and he sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you that you haven't?" He asked, his voice growing more serious.
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