"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.
Beneath Nymeria's hooves, familiar grass has turned to palest, finest sand. As far as the eye can see, silver 'ash' stretches in a dunelike landscape, rolling hills and whispering mountains eroded by the wind. Tangible shafts of moonlight strike the barren panorama haphazardly, thick, crystallized white pillars as physical as the soil. On the horizon line, the sky is a pale blue, darkening to a rich and verdant indigo overhead. There are neither stars, moon, nor sun, and yet everything gleams with an effervescent, inward lighting, a sort of phosphorescence as produced by deepwater fish—just... everywhere. It is also devoid of life—the world is Martian, empty and desolate, save for the arachnid wandering throughout.
Nymeria's nostrils cusp wide, inhaling the clear air. Like this... place... itself, the air is strangely sterile and untainted, with an almost metallic edge. Occasionally, a reek of smoke lingers—but Nym thinks that to be more caused by Lilómiel than any beast lurking in this contradictory landscape.
The air whumps as her black circles, his silhouette imposing against the backdrop of purple and navy. No longer is he small and fragile, situated at the bottom of the color hierarchy; he is massive, a colossal behemoth who takes up most of the sky. Each thud of his wings produces a great wind to go swirling outwards, ripping across the sand and shrieking against the moonlight pillars. His mouth and nostrils glows ceaselessly, rimmed in charcoal and flame, a constant preparation to burn; and yet she feels no inclination from his mind for him to do so. They are, here at least, strangely at peace, at ease with this peculiar world...
I get high, and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
"Grief never ends, but it changes. Its a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love."
This place is strange.
Its not the sand that makes it strange, I live in the desert so I'm used to it. Okay... maybe the sand is a little strange. Why is it so pale? Why does it feel so cool to the touch? But its not just the sand that is strange, everything about this place just isn't right. I have to dodge what looks like shafts of moonlight because I can touch it and feel it, but there's no moon in the sky. No moon. No sun. No stars. And yet there's light. Everything seems to glow ... and its really freaky. I don't like it here. I don't like it at all and yet I can't ... I can't get out. Am I dreaming? Is this real? Where am I? Where is everyone else?
I don't want to be alone.
My insides feel like worms and snakes wriggling around, looking for some kind of escape and my heart feels like its going to beat right out of my chest. I knew very well what panic feels like and I know that I'm panicking. I just .... I want to leave. I don't want to be here. The air feels heavy to me, making it harder for me to breathe and calm myself, but how can I calm myself when I have so many unanswered questions? How can I be calm when I'm alone?
As I wonder about being alone its like she appeared out of nowhere. For a second I wonder if I'm really seeing someone or if this place has mirages like the desert does, but even as I wonder I'm drifting toward her, like a moth drawn to a flame. The air shifts, changes and when I look up at the sky I freeze because I've never seen a dragon so large before and it convinces me that I have to be trapped in some kind of nightmare. I just have to be.
"Is this real?" I whisper to her even though I doubt she can hear me.
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omg, i'm sorry for taking so long.
and your description of this place reminds me of blackreach from skyrim :D
@[Nymeria]
There's black and gold on the horizon, the stark colors a sharp contrast to the mainly monochrome world around her. It takes a moment for the significance of that to permeate beyond the hazy serenity of Nymeria's mind. When it does hit her (and hit her hard it does) the equine comes to a sharp halt, lifting her head and flaring her nostrils. There's a scent of someone on the breeze (as would be expected)—something like desert sand and roses, and the faintest tinge of Confutatis. In this place of dull starlight, the unexpected scents are out of place, an incorrectly coded error.
It—she, he?—did not belong here.
Still, caught in a sleepwalker's trance, Nymeria makes no effort to investigate the source. Rather, it's approaching her, and its indistinct form is slowly becoming sharp and altogether too clear for comfort. Black skin. Dark wings. Markings like twisted gold. And a horn. Lashes sweep and slide together, clearing red irises full of uncertainty. Yes.She is there still—a hybrid, a wrong.
A wind whispers around her hooves. Little creatures spring up from the pale sand, ghostly rabbits and birds formed of rock and stone, which dissipate as the breeze dies.
Ears flute forwards. Nym's head tips. Lilómiel's emotions should resonate within her, something to resolve her, to awaken her, but instead he is dull and silent, their bond muted. That itself should jar her, snap her into some sort of semi-waking; but instead, Nymeria sighs, the sound echoing queerly through the pillars. Slowly, idly, the equine filly lets her gaze rest upon the hybrid. Lips move, eerily too slowly for the speed of the words. The dragon above rises, circles, becoming no more than a distant smear of darkness in the sky.
"Why are you here?"
I get high, and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
08-21-2015, 10:42 AM (This post was last modified: 08-21-2015, 10:42 AM by Ranjiri.)
Ranjiri
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"Grief never ends, but it changes. Its a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love."
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know..." I whispered, my eyes still glued to the sand that had formed into little creatures that disappeared as quickly as they had formed. What was this place? "I don't even want to be here..." And I lifted my gaze from the sand to the skull faced filly that seemed a lot more comfortable and at ease in this crazy, wrong, mixed up world that I was trapped in.
I didn't like it.
I wanted the sun. I wanted real sand that was hot under my hooves. I wanted heat, wind, the salty smell of the ocean.
My eyes fell shut and I could picture everything I wanted in my head right there within my reach. I could feel the breeze lifting my mane from my neck and when I breathed in I could smell the tang of salty ocean air. Then I could feel heat on my back, like the sun was beating down on me with all the ferocity that I craved right at that moment.
But it couldn't, could it? Not while I was trapped in some land that was wrong on so many different levels.
My eyes snapped open and I sucked in a breath because all around me, almost in a perfect circle surrounding just me, the world had changed. The sand was like it was in the Dragon's Throat, a steady beam of sunlight shone down on me, and that salty ocean breeze continued to brush through my hair and ruffle my feathers. "Wha-what's going on?" I stammered.