"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.
You knew there was something wrong. You knew because I knew and you knew how wrong it was because of how wrong I felt. Could I explain it? Nah, not really. I didn’t know the circumstance or whatever, or even how to describe the feeling of it. Just…everything was wrong. Everything in my bones, in the air, in the earth, in the water—it flowed and moved and the wind blew and my heart beat and my lungs breathed and my ass farted and it shouldn’t have been.
It was growing inside me—the pissed, the helpless frustration with this wrong thing. I didn’t know what was happening (except I did, deep, deep down in a glowy place) or how I could fix it or even if it needed to be fixed, I dunno. It was up in the air and I was down on the ground fuming at everything, angry and restless and itching all over my skin—and you hated seeing me like that.
So you made me a present.
You took me to the caves—y’know, them caves I took you to that one time, where we met Legs and her huge dragon beefcake. Except you weren’t taking me to the crystal room that held so many of the (swept up) pieces of my shattered heart.
You didn’t really…take me to a room at all, actually.
“….um,” I said, as you stopped me in the middle of a corridor, facing one of its walls. “Why—um….what are we doing… here again?”
There was light filtering from a nearby room where lava flowed from behind transparent stone; there was just enough light for me to look down on your furry, cheesing face as you approached the wall and placed both paws on it. I swore I saw pride shining there in those lil’ bitty eyes of yours. “What…?” I asked, coming closer to the wall—your obvious masterpiece of something. In the dim lighting I could make out scratches in the stone—scratches I had thought were just regular cave scratches in passing, but as I looked at them a little more closely, I could see that they were pretty deliberate—and fresh, too.
I cocked an eyebrow. “What am I looking at,” I blurted, my eyes traveling up and down the wall—noticing for the first time at how marked up it was, way, way higher than a skunk could reach, which meant you had to morph into something with wings to scratch up the space near the ceiling.
I furrowed my brow, chewing a lip, cuz your mind had gone suspiciously blank, which could only mean you wanted me to guess what you had drawn. “Uhhhh…..” I sort of muttered, the gears in my head creaking away from desperate fury at a helpless thing in order to work out this puzzle. They were like…um. Clouds? Uhm… ”Are they uh….carrots?” I asked, but you were cheesing so hard I knew I was wrong. “Um…tubes? Potatoes? Arrows? Wor—oh my god you nasty bastard.”
And you were so happy you reared on your hind legs, cheering for my success, while I backed into the opposite wall and stared at your masterpiece with horror.
Because oh god.
Oh god it made so much sense now.
“Why is that one so wrinkly?!” I shouted, and I would’ve kept backing up if I had any more space to do it but them corridors weren’t that wide. And—okay shut up but there was a swiftly growing piece of me that was…um.
Impressed.
Like, the longer I stood there, the more I understood what I was looking at and how long it must’ve taken you to actually draw all those—
--and then it was getting funny for some reason and the corner of my mouth cracked upward cuz I started imagining you standing here for hours at a time, your tiny-tiny claw etching into the rock, sketching a bunch of—
“But seriously, why is that one wrinkly,” I asked again, wondering why it looked like it was jiggling all over the place. You cheesed at me so hard and scurried back up to the wall, and I watched as you drew your claw against the wall again, drawing something fresh for me.
“Wow, so thoughtful, just for me, huh,” I bit with sarcasm, and you flashed your teeth and there was a thought in my mind, a little blip from you—a challenge to make it even more “thoughtful”. I watched as you amended it, adding to it, but you were starting to confuse me with it though.
“Okay, you lost me,” I said bluntly, trying to figure out what you had drawn. “Are those…lumps? Nah, seriously, it looks like a cucumber though.” You scratched yourself behind your ear with a hindpaw, then went back to the drawing board (literally) and tried to make the image clearer.
I squinted my eyes. “So…they’re even harder lumps now?” I tried, but you were shaking your head so I tried my guess again. “Are they—no, I guess they ain’t lumps, so like. Is it a color? Are they spo—oh hell naw--“
And I actually ran down the hall a little bit and you were laughing too hard to follow me, especially after the last “addition” that really “accentuated” your piece to make it stand out:
…You would think I would’ve left at that, done with thoughtful (OH SO THOUGHTUFL, FUCK RIGHT OFF) spotted…um…stuff and with your gross gross gross sense of humor—but I shocked you when I returned, drawn by the awful interest I had with your wall. I was still impressed with it—and you, your dedication to it (your weird dedication to—) and uh…
…I mean, what the hell? I took a stab at my own masterpiece.
And yeah, eventually, you started branching out your anatomy.
Except I frowned at it. “Um, I don ‘t think that’s how it works,” I said with a cocked ear, “I think gravity does shit to ‘em or whatever?”
And you diligently made additions based on my crit:
And I nodded my approval. “Yeah, that’s a pair to be proud of.”
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I don’t know how long we spent down there collectively (--and that was the problem that was the problem that was the problem that was the—); maybe the sun was going down, maybe it wasn’t, maybe shit was blowing up on the surface and neither of us cared because we were so busy drawing—
“Oh shut up, that is not what it looks like,” I sneered at you, as you went out on a limb (that was super hilarious) and designed a personal rendition:
But you were cheesing so hard and so happy at me and my calmed nerves—I mean, hell, I guess I let it slide. So I went back to drawing but there was a questioning thought from you, my image glued in our inner eye, and I caught your meaning with wide eyes.
“What does mine look like?” I asked, which was a question that would’ve grossed me out and drove me nuts on any other occasion—but I dunno, it made sense in context, I guess. “Uuuhhh…shoot,” I shrugged, “Big enough to choke on? I dunno, bro,” I looked down in your eager face and knew where you were driving at. “Well hell, draw it for me.”
So I watched your little face scrunch up with concentration as you placed the tip of your claw carefully on the stone’s surface. I dunno why but the atmosphere got super tense; you were looking at the stone really hard and I felt a little trace of anticipation at what you were thinking of, cuz your mind was left blank again, shielding me from your ideas.
Slowly, deliberately, you drew your claw against the stone:
I waited with bated breath to see where your claw would go, where it would twist, how it would bend, because suddenly I was super eager to know this bullshit—but you dropped your paw almost as soon as you had made the mark, and you looked up at me with bright, bright eyes.
I frowned. “Dude, why’d you stop?” I asked, looking at the mark again. “Wha—ain’t got any ideas or what? C’mon dude now you got me all excited to see what my--OH FUCK OFF!!”
And this time I really did leave the wall—but not without forcing you to zpsnck! into an owl, flapping your great wings as you hooted with laughter and soared away from my vengeful horntip. I chased you forever; through the caves, up to the surface and out of the tunnels, chasing you and chasing you and chasing you for your little snide-ass insinuations, leaving our work behind us in the muted light of that particular tunnel.
Left for the next person to find.
[IT'S TIME FOR HELOVIPAUSE and I'm not taking anything seriously anymore.
--Find the wall of dicks!
--Draw on the wall of dicks!
--FEAR THE WALL OF DICKS
--Have your character try to interpret strange shapes as though they're a message from the gods!
--or blow it up ._.
immediately gets banned]
talk
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes</style>
06-25-2015, 07:58 AM (This post was last modified: 06-25-2015, 07:59 AM by Ki'irha.)
Ki’irha I am no bird & no net ensnares me.
These caves were beautiful. The deeper she went, the warmer it became, heat radiating from the walls. Black hooves clattered on the stone floor, echoing down the halls. It was peaceful here, like a private sanctuary. Quiet, pure, and-
What is that?
In the wall, carvings had been made. Unique symbols (hieroglyphics, perhaps?) had been etched into the stone. The blue mare's mind wandered, imagining ancient creatures documenting their lives. She imagined the first beings that called Helovia home, making a hard copy of their stories and lore. Her silver silver eyes scanned the wall, attempting to decipher some hidden message. She squinted, leaning in, looking at the curves and arches, evaluating the pristine lines.
Oh my gods. OH my gods. Horrified, offended, shocked, Ki'irha stepped back, suddenly understanding the cryptic (phallic!) message. Aghast, she wonders who would marr these walls with their profanity. Children came here. Their poor innocent eyes would fall upon drawings upon drawings of-
Well, nevermind. She snorted, stomping a hoof. She would correct this wrong. She dipped her head, the tip of her horn touching one that looked remarkably like a cucumber, and began to drag her horn down, across, up and down. Her brow was furrowed, and her tongue stuck out ever so slightly, ever so comically.
She pulled away, giving herself some distance to admire her handiwork. She could not possibly correct all of these... ugh . But this would have to do.
The moment was gone, and the blue mare could no longer enjoy this place knowing it's walls were covered in profane graffiti. She huffed, leaving in a hurry, hoping this was just some weird dream.
Behind her, etched into the wall, among tons of little dicks, was a crude, awkward dalmatian.
Guardian of the Dicks.
_________________ Speech OOC// I had to stop laughing before I was capable of replying to this.