"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.
Stifling a sigh, Sacre brought himself back from the soul-destroying tangent his mind had taken off on and came tumbling down to the present. At least Nymeria understood the bigger meaning behind his words, or it appeared that way anyway, unless she really didn’t know her own way back home. Which would be slightly concerning as Sacre didn’t know where the Hidden Falls was either. “I would like to find it” he breathed, his voice only just higher than a whisper.
there's something tragic about you something so magic about you
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Stifling a sigh, Sacre brought himself back from the soul-destroying tangent his mind had taken off on and came tumbling down to the present. At least Nymeria understood the bigger meaning behind his words, or it appeared that way anyway, unless she really didn’t know her own way back home. Which would be slightly concerning as Sacre didn’t know where the Hidden Falls was either. <font color="5e2924">“I would like to find it”</font> he breathed, his voice only just higher than a whisper.
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There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
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the bells are ringing, but the blood stopped pumping
as I feel the weight of the fall</div>
In my scarecrow dreams, (When they smash my heart into smithereens)
Be a bright red rose come bursting the concrete.
Sacre snorted at the fox and dropped the matter. The damning fact was Sacre wasn’t sure how far across the sea it would be, even if Inari had agreed, the boy probably would have stopped him in the end. Still, he didn’t know what else to do other than wait for someone to notice him and open the bridge for him. If only life wouldn’t have sent him away on a mission, a matter of compassion for his sister who didn’t know… If only mother hadn’t of died and left the world a little duller than before. Even his benevolent heart couldn’t find his sister to offer his condolences. He just hoped she wouldn’t find out second hand from a stranger. The boy’s thoughts were growing rather spiritless until his little red friend spoke up in his mind. "Stop."
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In my scarecrow dreams,
<sub>(When they smash my heart into smithereens)</sub>
Be a bright red rose come bursting the concrete.</div>
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Sacre snorted at the fox and dropped the matter. The damning fact was Sacre wasn’t sure how far across the sea it would be, even if Inari had agreed, the boy probably would have stopped him in the end. Still, he didn’t know what else to do other than wait for someone to notice him and open the bridge for him. If only life wouldn’t have sent him away on a mission, a matter of compassion for his sister who didn’t know… If only mother hadn’t of died and left the world a little duller than before. Even his benevolent heart couldn’t find his sister to offer his condolences. He just hoped she wouldn’t find out second hand from a stranger. The boy’s thoughts were growing rather spiritless until his little red friend spoke up in his mind. <font color="4d5356">"Stop."</font>
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. "Sacre"
feed me, spark me up a monster in my bloodstream chews me up
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Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. <font color="#8f5154">[i]"Sacre"[/i]</font>[i] [/i]
</div><center><div style="margin-top: -10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 18px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #8f5154; line-height: 15px;">feed me, spark me up <br><sub>a monster in my bloodstream chews me up</sub>
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There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
"The door, if you're not in the business of wings, is a good thing to remember" he suggested, passing through before holding it open for her "unless you want to be skewered, which I would not advise" he gave the glass spikes a disdainful look.
on the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true
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<font color="#9b3e21">"The door, if you're not in the business of wings, is a good thing to remember"</font> he suggested, passing through before holding it open for her <font color="#9b3e21">"unless you want to be skewered, which I would not advise"</font> he gave the glass spikes a disdainful look.
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 23px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #9b3e21; line-height: 18px; letter-spacing: 2px;"><sub>on the day that you were born the angels got together</sub>
<sub><sub>and decided to create a dream come true</sub></sub></div></center>
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There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
The Doctor wasn't entirely aware either of how dishevelled he looked, with his mane strewn in messy clumps down his neck, some caught on his horn and many parts of him were stained with dried mud. Perhaps the tree of giving should have gifted him a mirror instead. "No, I travelled at quite a pace however, I don't like being away for too long... What with recent events" he grimaced, referring to Kaos and his monster.
there's something tragic about you something so magic about you
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The Doctor wasn't entirely aware either of how dishevelled he looked, with his mane strewn in messy clumps down his neck, some caught on his horn and many parts of him were stained with dried mud. Perhaps the tree of giving should have gifted him a mirror instead. <font color="#5e2924">"No, I travelled at quite a pace however, I don't like being away for too long... What with recent events"</font> he grimaced, referring to Kaos and his monster.
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<sub>something so magic about you</sub></div></center><br>
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There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
Contemptuously casting the memory aside, the healer went about looking for his patrol parter, Kiuaji. Sacre didn't know a lot about him, as often was the case in a herd as large as the Worlds Edge, that seemed to get larger by the day. The healer was heartily glad there were three Doctors to watch over the family, feeling certain that it would be probably too much work for only two and definitely for one. "Kiuaji?" he called into the bloody world that surrounded him before continuing on his patrol, looking for things of suspicious nature and curiosities to report back to the General.
I match them with my euphoria When they said, "je suis plus folle que toi"
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Contemptuously casting the memory aside, the healer went about looking for his patrol parter, Kiuaji. Sacre didn't know a lot about him, as often was the case in a herd as large as the Worlds Edge, that seemed to get larger by the day. The healer was heartily glad there were three Doctors to watch over the family, feeling certain that it would be probably too much work for only two and definitely for one. <font color="#3a3131">"Kiuaji?"</font> he called into the bloody world that surrounded him before continuing on his patrol, looking for things of suspicious nature and curiosities to report back to the General.
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<sub><sub>When they said, "je suis plus folle que toi"</sub></sub></div></center>
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"Where are you originally from, Bay? If you don't mind my curiosity" Sacre asked, as he travelled back home, a pair of sturdy foxes proceeding him in the usual fashion. It was very rare to see them lagging behind. "The woman you mentioned, was she... close to you?" he asked, a hint of humour colouring his gaze, from the brief knowledge his new friend had imparted she sounded like an interesting mare to know.
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<font color="937743">"Where are you originally from, Bay? If you don't mind my curiosity"</font> Sacre asked, as he travelled back home, a pair of sturdy foxes proceeding him in the usual fashion. It was very rare to see them lagging behind. <font color="937743">"The woman you mentioned, was she... close to you?"</font> he asked, a hint of humour colouring his gaze, from the brief knowledge his new friend had imparted she sounded like an interesting mare to know.
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"Hey" he replied, casually, as if he was talking to a friend, wondering if this one was a newcomer or a returnee. Either way, he began as he usually did, with an affable smile and a good intentions "am I intruding? are you new here?" he asked, almost bracing himself for the potential rejection that seemed more likely than anything else. From below, two sets of beady eyes watched the stranger, not sure of his intentions they lingered near Sacre, but their curious gazes lingered all the same.
show me your fears, show me your scars I'll take whatever's left of your heart
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<font color="#9a4f24">"Hey"</font> he replied, casually, as if he was talking to a friend, wondering if this one was a newcomer or a returnee. Either way, he began as he usually did, with an affable smile and a good intentions <font color="#9a4f24">"am I intruding? are you new here?"</font> he asked, almost bracing himself for the potential rejection that seemed more likely than anything else. From below, two sets of beady eyes watched the stranger, not sure of his intentions they lingered near Sacre, but their curious gazes lingered all the same.
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<sub>I'll take whatever's left of your heart</sub></div></center><br>
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03-15-2017, 03:42 AM (This post was last modified: 03-15-2017, 04:04 AM by Sacre.)
fox boy
He wasn't sure if it was his pining for his brother or if it was the affect this sorrowful forest had on him, or both for that matter, but his usually cheerful demeanour had lost all of its sunshine and left the lost looking fox-boy with nothing but yearning tears as he stared into the dimly lit woodland. "Roux"
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He wasn't sure if it was his pining for his brother or if it was the affect this sorrowful forest had on him, or both for that matter, but his usually cheerful demeanour had lost all of its sunshine and left the lost looking fox-boy with nothing but yearning tears as he stared into the dimly lit woodland. <font color="#798b7a">"Roux"</font>
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Feeling a need for distraction, the fox-boy bounded forwards into an energetic gallop and dashed after the pegasus boy. Behind him, Inari and Ríona continued to play, tumbling into the grass and battling each other with soft paws. Meanwhile, as Sacre's cloven hooves thundered into the ground, he called out to the young stallion, his bright voice playful "Hey! Hey! Want a race?" he challenged.
and I never minded being on my own then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
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Feeling a need for distraction, the fox-boy bounded forwards into an energetic gallop and dashed after the pegasus boy. Behind him, Inari and Ríona continued to play, tumbling into the grass and battling each other with soft paws. Meanwhile, as Sacre's cloven hooves thundered into the ground, he called out to the young stallion, his bright voice playful <font color="#8d6a43">"Hey! Hey! Want a race?"</font> he challenged.
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<sub>then something broke in me and I wanted to go home</sub></div></center>
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