"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.
09-10-2015, 11:00 AM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2015, 10:43 AM by Maren.)
Unexpectedly quick, Birdsong had arrived and the frozen desert had turned back into an unstable one once again. Once more the grains could be taken from the unfrosted dunes by the wind to create the golden haze on the horizon she had become so familiar with. With winter disappearing, it had taken so many things with it; including her heartache and apathy, her terrible, but only momentarily homesickness. Her old home in the cold, white mountains of Deneb did not mean anything to her anymore. It held nothing she desired, nowhere to belong.
It was good like this.
With Birdsong arriving she had something to celebrate, after all, for she had made it a whole year in Helovia; A whole year of new history and encounters made, wisdom and understandings achieved. She had ascended and grown, bloomed like the roses beneath the holy Oak tree in the Gardens.
But the thing the winter hadn’t taken from her was the loneliness of her job.
Now, she did not mind loneliness. A traveler’s life was, after all, a lonely one. A scholar, befriended with Knowledge and Wisdom, had most of the time enough to talk about with just them, anyway. So it wasn’t truly for herself that she felt lonely. Faith felt lonely. Amani was her only Apostle and yet they had barely spoken about the holy purpose of their crownless-ness, their belief in religion, ascension. Hell, she didn’t even entirely know the structure of the girl’s belief or what its source was! And with that she promised herself she would soon look for her.
Maren the priestess swallowed dust as she continued to watch her herd from a distance. She was watching them with a certain concentration in her eyes, framed by a thoughtful frown. Hanging behind her tiger striped derriere, an ivory tail flung from side to side as if it was the one spinning the invisible wires that formed the tough speculations in her brain. In front of her, a little distance away, the oasis looked very appealing in this almost mid-day sunlight. But the Diviner was looking at the crowds, the groups and individuals; They were there, in the hot-spot of their herdland, minding their own business.
As Diviner it was her job to aid those in need for enlightenment with her council. And yet, no one seemed to need such from her. Meaning that there was no one she could pour her bucket (filled with her endless lust for advising and knowing-it-all-better) over for mental relief.
No one was —and after a year, she perhaps thought that no one would ever be. Still, faith was lonely.
Her gaze turned to the ground where she saw a rock and a tiny stick. She ducked down and put the salty rock on the top of her head and then picked up the stick with her feathery fingers. (Since they were so small they had very steady bones in them enough to hold small things.)
Without a second thought the priestess crusaded into the crowds; those silly groups and individuals, simplistic minds; and began turning her head around, seeking attention as if she was selling vegetables on a busy marketplace. “Good mid-day everyone! Good mid-day! Such pleasant sunshine there is despite the recent terrors,” she called while she started to tap the rock between her ears with the stick, creating a drum for dramatic effect. “Our wounds bubble and pop, bleed; but we are still here.” She bore the boils on her burned skin but she had almost forgotten about its itching as she spoke on in her outlandish, female tunes. “The world takes us on a ride as it goes and goes. But safety, friendship… love; it is what pushes us to take the ride in the first place: We are responsible. Nevertheless — even though we see, we lack sight. Even though we are wise, we lack knowledge. We sail the wind and the waters, but we still cannot touch the edges of our land... —as we have noticed,” she added with bitterness in her voice. “The world spins in shadow and light and thus both good as well as bad will befall on us.” With her eyes serious and silent, she stopped her pacing.
She let go of the stick and casually let it fall to the ground with a soundless plop.
“Therefore, it is of the most importance that we try to be aware of the signs; belief in our wisdom and trust in our faith.” She inserted a pause, perhaps to let the message sink in. “I am willing to offer a ‘Communicating with the God 101’ for those who are interested. Beware, achieving understanding and sailing the seas of enlightenment is not for the weak!” But then her eyes softened and the priestess lowered her neck that had been so stiffly curled all this time. “If you do dare, come with me and we will ask the sacred fire for its guidance together,” she concluded. And, with the drummer’s stone still resting on the top of her head and her long ivory tail swinging from side to side behind her tiger striped derriere, she (lonesome warrior priestess) marched back to the Diviner’s Fire.
Set after the Blood Falls' battle; but it doesn't matter (to me) if anyone wishes to put it somewhere after the labyrinth battle. xD So free to all! :D Maren is just gonna babble a bit about stuff and perhaps attract some more Apostles..? :D
If you want to become an Apostle or apprentice this is your invitation <3
@AMANI , in case you are interested! :D @Random Event for Boils and attempting to God-stalk
Tonight I'll sign my blood on the leather and bleed together to find our own separate ways
Of the tasks Einarr had in life, one task that he had grown to enjoy more and more was simply grazing with his daughter. The brindled filly stood at his side with her muzzle down in the lush grasses of the oasis, and the guardian followed her lead. There was no need to talk, no pressure to follow the customs that many others would carry on. Mordecai, and Einarr, simply stood together and soaked up each others presence. The great stallion's wings tucked over his ribcage and his cloven toes spread as he grazed, tail flicking flies off of his dark hide.
Someone, however, had the gall to disrupt them. Lifting his head gruffly, the stallion took a step between the voice and his daughter, more subconscious than anything else, but his amber eyes searched for who was calling out. The warden snorted dust from his nostrils as he watched the mare--Maren, he believed she was called--stomp around with sticks and stones on her head and blare her words towards the herd. What was she on about? Einarr knew her to be a member of their church, a woman who was devoted to the gods and gods alone. Black ears twitched on his head as he debated on following her as she sharply turned away from them, back towards the fire. What did this mare know of communicating with gods? Had she stood at their shrines, begging for their mercy and guidance as he had? Snorting again, Einarr dipped his massive head towards Mordecai and touched her withers, red-brown eyes motioning towards the Diviner.
Stepping out, Einarr followed the woman. His eyes danced between her and the fire she approached. "You summon Sun God?" Einarr asked, stopping just a few feet from the ear-winged mare. He had always thought her birth defect was peculiar, and sad, but he had grown to mostly ignore it. Laedere was also stripped of flight, and she functioned well. Some, in this world, did not even possess wings at all--and they seemed alright, and Einarr did not have time to pity the slaves of the earth. His own wings shifted some, eyes curious as he waited for the tiger-mare to answer him.
10-07-2015, 02:38 PM (This post was last modified: 10-07-2015, 02:45 PM by Maren.)
Within her frame of sight it burned so brightly, so vividly on her retina. So perfectly still and yet so alive. Dancing dancing, forever dancing. It was the center of her canvas, the hearth for the cold, the focus in the midst of the blur.
Behind her she heard the familiar shuffling of feathers of a pegasi following her probably already blown-away footsteps.
You summon Sun God? The voice of a man called. Somehow she didn’t really enjoy the bare feeling of this sentence, if that was even possible. It was an empty question.
They were approaching the fire now. “You picked that up well,” she answered with a huff, obviously a bit hurt and offended by his dis-knowledge. Then, at once, she turned her agile and slender body around to face this individual that had followed her in his probably already damned curiosity. Loose shimmering sand had formed golden clouds of dust around her ankles. The stallion that stood before her looked just as bold as his words had echoed in her ears, just as straightforward. Somewhere he reminded her of Gaucho —but perhaps that wasn’t a bad thing, as she realized he was also a warrior. Protector of the Throat. Still, the thought that only a skeptical hulk would be interested in her prudent lifestyle made her slightly worry. It was as if a grown-up brawny male was asking her what the fees would be for next Tuesday's knitting-lessons —and if he could pay in advance.
She sighed silently, glanced one last time past his dark figure to see if there was really no one else going to come, because she just wasn’t sure what to do or where to start with him. In case he noticed her (perhaps looking slightly desperate) glances she shot the bulk a quick and awkward smile that disappeared just as fast, but since the diviner was now sure he was really (really) the only one, she accepted how the world seemed to turn on this today.
After all, Maren also knew somewhere that she couldn’t really afford to not remember herself what needed to be done. So instead of turning him away, telling him he would not do, she asked with lips forming words under the gaze of silent gold eyes — “I am the Sun’s Diviner, Maren. Besides my teachings, what do you seek for?”
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[O] For what it's worth, I'm still here [Fire watching, open for all interested!]
