"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.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. ~ Robert Frost
With the new season came new patrols, and that meant leaving the herd lands. Flapping his wings he soared as low as possibly, without hitting the trees. Even though he had a certain place to be the lad wanted to check out everything. There wasn't a need to dismiss the rest of the land, especially since it was so close to the home-land. If there was any danger about he wanted to be the one to catch it, not anyone else. That might be selfish, but he wanted the recognition from his superiors. More importantly the stud wanted to be helpful.
It didn't take long at all for him to make it to the Heartcaves. Parelia had told him about how they had to live there to escape the wraiths. He shivered as that the thought of his friends, well acquaintances to be turned into scary zombie like creatures. Pumping his large teal and silver etched wings the boy held as still as he could looking for the perfect landing spot; really trying to push those thoughts away. Spying a nice sized clearing the youth touched down easily. Striding to the opening the stud took a deep breathing trying to figure out if he should go in yet or not. Shrugging he carefully ducked his horned dome into the cave.
Sharp hooves slipped as he tried to make his way down into the cave's depths. Silver eyes grew wide as they tried to adjust to the dim light. Stumbling for a bit until he could finally see. A soft glow seemed to be emanating from his right. Curiously he turned that way the glowing growing stronger. He gasped as a strange glowing scene unfolded around him. Trees, thick moss, shimmering mushrooms, and crisp looking water pulsed with life. "Wow..." He whispered under his breath in pure awe.
Even though her hooves were planted firmly on the ground, Nasreen felt as if her stomach was falling into a pit even deeper than the lava-filled one beside her. Perched on the narrow ledge beside the bubbling crater, her heart was about to rocket out of her chest; any moment now, she figured. And though it was unbearably hot, the sweat that was darkening the copper patches on her body to a slick, muddy brown had less to do with the extreme temperatures of the Heart and everything to do with the last time she had been here.
But she didn’t want to think about it. Even now, she couldn’t look at the gaping mouth of the cave, wide and dark, and threatening to swallow her whole. She couldn’t inch towards the clammy, dead air that awaited her within, or the low ceilings and winding passageways that extended for miles just past the entrance. And she certainly couldn’t throw herself into the memory of dark days past. She had tried so hard to erase the long season spent in that labyrinth as wraiths roamed Helovia, tried so hard not to remember the terror of the darkness, the guilt at abandoning Kahlua, and worst of all, the crippling sense of claustrophobia that came with the caves…but now, standing here, that effort had all been in vain. She was back.
When they had assigned her the patrol, Nasreen had felt her spirits sink. Aside from the Edge, these caves had been the one place in Helovia where she’d least rather be. However, she had been too timid to ask for a change of location. After all, she was still new to the Throat, and this one simple patrol had been the only duty assigned to her. While she remained terrified, she dared not risk her new herd’s acceptance over a trip to the landscape of her nightmares. Without the Throat, she would have nowhere else to turn. Every wingbeat here had screamed at her not to go, but she had forced herself to make the journey. It was the least she could do, she reasoned shakily, trying her best to keep the fear at bay. But now that she had arrived, she found that she could go no further. Not only was she trembling too hard to walk, but there was no way she was getting any closer to the entrance on her own.
Glancing around, Nasreen didn’t see signs of any others from the patrol. Briefly, a flicker of hope sparked in her selfish heart. Perhaps if no one showed up, she would no longer be obligated…yes, she hoped so. Impatiently, she stood on the ledge, counting the minutes until she could abandon her post.
OOC: She hasn’t gone in, as she hates the caves. If someone wants to find her and coax her in, that might work :)
09-09-2015, 05:12 AM (This post was last modified: 09-09-2015, 05:22 AM by Maren.)
Candles lit up the room, drew curious shapes in the shadows that bounced of the Wall of History. Maren sat there in her halo-light, gaze glued to the Wall’s potential secrets like in the modern time a kid would look at a TV screen. But the pupils in her eyes were constantly moving, kept searching and searching for connections between the semicolons and etchings. Her mind was drifting through universe after universe of endless puzzles and exciting riddles. (Yes, the Heart Caves were a magical place). The smell of the cave was musty and the air thin, as always, but she did not mind or care. Whenever she came here to put her eyes on the sacred inscriptions, time would be lost to her, for she needed to know everything. She hungered for this wisdom, this science. For she knew the path she walked was in reality so fragile and worthless, so easily turned and rearranged. But this… These written-down pieces of history were something so unbelievably real and confirmed... — There is so much worth in them, so much knowledge… —
Her nostrils trembled as she suddenly turned her winged head to the entrance of the room. From further down the cave she heard the shifting of feathers, the echoing of hooves on the ground. Someone was in the Sanctuary.
Immediately she interrupted her studies and walked up to the entrance of the rotunda where she took a halt. Her eyes lay on the boy that had fallen into her vision, and for a moment she simply stared. In all their feathery stillness, her wings lay quiet on the air next to her alabaster cheeks. Then, suddenly without apparent reason, a frown appeared — looking almost confused.
“We… were patrolling?” she blinked her long white eyelashes as she spoke in her outlandish tunes. “Are you Ilios or Cathun?” she asked, puzzling. —No, wait. I have seen Cathun before, and she had seen his failed attempt at becoming the new Edge King: A slightly embarrassing memory. She looked forward to meeting the boy.
“Ilios,” she concluded in a whisper accompanied by nod as she finally started to approach him. His coat was light and bore interesting earth-like markings while he was both winged and horned. He was an interesting mixture of DNA. “Greetings, I am the Diviner, Maren.” And she followed his eyes that were admiring the scenery earlier. “Have you been in the caves before?”
Sorry that I couldn't conclude Nasreen into her post! ; A ; It would just be too typically Maren to already be there, drooling over that stupid wall. :C
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
![[Image: silver_dreamer_mist_by_cantatus_promise-d8flci6.gif]](http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/027/d/b/silver_dreamer_mist_by_cantatus_promise-d8flci6.gif)
![[Image: mwaCGuX.gif]](http://i.imgur.com/mwaCGuX.gif)
