"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.
comets fell from the sky, I took your breath, you took my sorrow
Ever since the Time God battle, Kaj had been dreading the seasonal spars. He knew the injury’s extreme nature was born of his own stupidity and stubbornness, but the Aurelight had never anticipated such a life-shattering change in his relatively young life. The stag walked with a pronounced limp, left shoulder jutting awkwardly, unwilling to shift. Glass metal lay familiar against his neck as he headed out, preparing himself beforehand. He carried it like the burden of a memory it was, of dark-lipped smiles and buoyant laughter. The chainmail could not be properly felt along the ridge of his left shoulder, which only dropped his mood further. The nerves were either deadened or aching, and there was little to no relief to be found on damp days. Kaj had never been more thankful for Tallsun, if only so his bones would stop feeling like they were aching all the way through his skeleton. He feared defeat, feared the contemplative look that he knew would begin to form in the eyes of his flock, wondering if he was capable of defending them any longer. He feared having his crown taken from him, the only life he’d known for the past countless years he’d been in Helovia. The entire time he’d been a soldier, since the moment he’d grappled and clawed for the Wingleader position in the Edge, and then he’d been a Lead ever since. What else could he possibly know how to do? Who was Kaj, without a title, without a flock to protect and a family to serve? What was he?
It was a terrifying notion, made only further horrifying by the idea that he didn’t even know who he was without his mantle. Had he disappeared so firmly into his role that any individuality had been erased? Without it, would he crumple, a useless heap of flesh and bone with no guidance and no purpose? The thoughts plagued him as he moved east, skin crawling with the reminder of the territory where he’d lost a portion of his mobility. He hated the feeling of weakness, of brokenness, but he could not leave Isopia waiting on the battlefield as so many others had left him. He had to try, and if he was to fail and fall beneath her young, inexperienced blows…at least Kaj would finally know his limitations, would know whether he deserved to continue to hold the title of Czar.
He prayed she’d look upon his defeat with grace, if the time ever came. It was sad that Kaj trusted no one else with his downfall, craving her rationality and the peace that came with it. He’d wanted to speak to her for so long, but the god battles gave no time between. He wanted to be insignificant once more, to speak with her plainly, his heart the only emotional burden that separated his ideals from her own. Odd, how he missed her, and yet never sought her out before now.
Seeing Isopia standing in a world drenched in red made him shiver. Though she was removed – or at least distanced – in her compassions, Kaj cared for her. Sentimental old fool he was, he despised seeing her in a landscape that held so many metaphors of death and loss. There was no time to waste talking, his heart too heavily burdened with the crippling shadow of potential loss. He turned his face into the sun, trying to find enough solace to continue on, before his eyes opened to gaze upon Isopia.
“Good luck, naamloos,” he called across the distance, already shifting restlessly. She was tall, taller than he, and it reminded him of fighting Maskan and Bronze. They were the only ones he’d engaged with that had ever matched him physically, and he was used to those tactics, fighting from a height advantage. This would be an entirely new experience, a further disadvantage.
Kaj steadied himself. He would save a flighted battle for when his leg turned too far south, keep Isopia on the ground where her raven form couldn’t lend her more airborne agility. He charged forward, favoring his right leg, wings tucked tight as he remembered how Bronze had targeted them in the past. For a second he almost aimed for her knee, instinct telling him to cripple her joint to end the fight fast, but then he recalled the wounded scream Resplendence had let out when he’d allowed himself to slip too far into his headspace of violence and quickly changed plans. Right shoulder aimed for the soft spot behind Isopia’s right leg where her ribs lay, seeking to use his mass to shove her closer to the water that would slow her movements. Prayed that he would not wound her as grievously as he had Resplendence. He’d never be able to forgive himself.
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Word Count: {800/800} because Kaj is a wordy bastard
Attack: {1/3}