"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.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
Never before had the journey north been so long. Every limping step of the way, every creek and glade and towering mountain top reminded her painfully of the one who was no longer walking with her, two steps ahead and silent. They had talked about such silly things. Flowers and funnily shaped clouds, and which grasses were tasty and where dad might be when they got back. Useless things, pointless things, yet the lack of reply whenever she pointed out a particularly lush patch of grass was more painful than any of the bruises that littered her body.
Mother's possessions were heavy. It had never struck her before how strong the small mare must have been, to carry all this so very effortlessly. Weighed down by chains and trinkets while the cumbersome ivory bow chafed beneath her wings, dragging the horn piece behind herself in a coil of the tactile tail, the progress was slow. But nothing weighed more than the knowledge that she was walking home alone for the first time, and that this would be the norm from now on.
Summer was in full throw now. Everywhere the trees stood green and vibrant, every meadow and field lush and thriving. Grasses, flowers, herbs and shrubs bloomed vividly such that a heady perfumed breeze came wafting to her every now and then. The sun shone bright and warm from clear blue skies; wherever she looked there was beauty. Short lived, ephemeral, passionate.
Oh, how she hated all of it.
The sun stood high as she finally dragged herself past the sentinels into the Basin proper. Dread and sorrow lay as a lump of led in her gut. What would she even say to her father? How could she possibly explain what had happened, where her mother was, why they weren't together? Her own blood-stained, limping form aside, how would he take it, what would they do now that they were left behind, abandoned.
How could she explain, when there were no words that could express the emptiness she felt inside?
"F-Father?" She came to a halt near their usual resting place, a small cave on the outskirts of the valley. Out of the way for the main herd, private and still. Please be here, she prayed silently, because I cannot stand to be alone anymore.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
Vadim is not inside the cave when Erthë arrives and calls for him. Vlasi has been restless and eager to stretch her legs, to run, to fly, to be free as they had been before Shadow gave birth to his daughter and confined them to a cave. The rougarou does not have any ill feelings toward the dark mare nor the child, she simply misses her freedom. Vadim roams behind the shapeshifter as she runs, her clawed paws digging into the mud left behind by the melting snow. Had she awakened earlier she would be with Erthë and Shadow, she would have fought to protect the child and the blackbird, she would have already alerted Vadim to the death of his child's mother. But the two are unaware, for the moment they are content, comfortable, and occasionally wonder when the child and her mother will return to them.
Gradually the pair make their way back to the outskirts of the Basin, to the small cave that their small patchwork family shares. Vlasi's keen eyes spot the child first and she bolts forward, leaving Vadim to trail behind her. As the rougarou gets closer she slows until she finally stops and she stares at the battered child, her mind whirring a thousand miles an hour. 'Kid hurt again.' She says through her bond. 'No Shadow.'
"Erthë?" Vadim says when his child is finally within earshot. His eyes trail over her tiny body, over the cuts and scrapes, the blood that coats her like a second skin and he feels a knot forming in his throat. If Erthë was this badly injured how bad off is Shadow? Where is Shadow? Then his eyes catch on all of the trinkets that his child is carrying, trinkets that belonged to his mother and he knows what has happened without having to ask.
Shadow was gone.
His ears fall back against his head and he frowns, a mixture of grief and anger bubble in his chest because she promised him that she wouldn't leave. She promised and she still left, gone to a place where there was no coming back. He does not ask his child where her mother is because he does not want to force her to say what he already knows. Instead he walks to her, he lowers his head, and he pulls her against him and he holds her there. "You'll be okay." He whispers. I'm here and I won't leave you. I promise.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The cave was empty. With her heart sinking in the chest like a stone through water, dragging strength and courage with it, she shed the burdens on the ground. With a feeling of not really being there the girl looked about the barren shelter, vaguely surprised that it looked so small. She must grown a bit since last time she was there. Of course, then they had all crammed inside it as the cold spring rains turned the ground outside to mud, dozing and resting in the warm comfort of being together.
So many things that would never happen again. So many words left unsaid, deeds left undone. How could the absence of such a small, quiet mare leave such a big hole? The loss was too great - how would she ever be able to go on, alone?
A rattle of pebbles and shifting grass made her turn, slowly, to see Vlasi's familiar figure come racing towards her. Sorrow clenched tightly around her heart at the sight of her, and of the tall, pale stallion that followed behind.
They slowed then, and the cerberus stopped. Their eyes upon her felt heavy, hot and uncomfortable. Her father's expression changed, at it was like a knife twisting within her heart. Relief of not having to explain, pain over causing him such grief, guilt and sorrow and the foul taste of words that needed to be said, the message she had to deliver.
She opened her mouth to say it. Once, twice. But the words wouldn't leave her throat, and before she could try again he was there, warm and strong and steady as a rock. Like a ragdoll she leaned into his embrace, limp and weak and so exhausted. Burying her face into his chest Erthë cried, like she had never cried before in her life.
"Daddy... I'm sorry! So sorry... it was my... my fault! If I hadn't... if.. "
If only she had followed their usual code. 'If something happens, run.'
But she hadn't. And now her mother was dead.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
"She promised." He keeps thinking. "She said I would know when she wanted to leave. But I didn't know. I didn't know!" There is a part of Vadim that doesn't want to believe what he already knows has come to pass. He thinks that if he keep Erthë from telling him that her mother was dead that it would mean it wasn't true. He thinks if the words aren't spoken that there is a chance she will come back. It is silly and it is childish but he wants to cling to the mare that has stuck with him for far longer than anyone else in his life. He wonders what he is supposed to do, especially with Erthë because he is still new at being a father. Shadow had been the one with the knowledge, the one who'd had a child before. She was teaching him, showing him what it was to be a parent and now she is gone and he has to do it all by himself.
"I should have been there." He thinks. "It should have been me. I should be the one lying there, I should be the one lifeless, not Shadow. Not Shadow." Vlasi whines as he thinks this and he can feel the wetness of his daughter's tears against his chest. "How am I going to do this?" He wonders as he clutches his child close. "... I don't know ..." He doesn't know where to start, doesn't know how he should address Erthë's emotional state, doesn't know how much she has seen, or where Shadow's body lies. He wants to ask but he doesn't want to put his daughter through the heartache of having to tell him or the heartache of staying in the cave that smells of her mother.
He decides at that moment that they need to leave the Basin behind. They need to move on together, restart their lives anew...
"Daddy... I'm sorry! So sorry... it was my... my fault! If I hadn't... if.. "
"Shhhh..." Vadim tries to soothe his daughter. "Its not your fault." He says even though he doesn't know what has happened, all he knows is that Erthë would never do anything to purposely hurt her mother. "Did... did she say anything?" He cannot help but ask and he hates himself because he knows he is hurting his daughter by asking.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
In the end, it was that question that saved her. The need to speak about what happened overruled the fear that words would make it true, and by posing that difficult, heart-rendering question her own pain was forced back in favor of her father's. How confused must he not be, how sad and lost - just like her. But whom could he go to for comfort, now that his shoulder to cry on was no longer with them?
So she started from the beginning, and told him everything. Expanding on the previous encounters with the gods, on the subsequent appearances of new lands, new monsters, recurring battles up until the announcement from the flaming God that the shimmering, new land was safe and protected.
"... and when I told Mom about it she said that I should go there and play because she had somewhere she had to go. So I went, and after a while I saw fires begin to rain from the sky."
Her tears slowly ceased to fall as she spoke. Slowly she calmed, but the sorrow remained like a shard of ice chafing against her heart. A slow, throbbing pain had begun to gnaw behind her eyes, but she thought nothing of it; she just kept talking, eager to get it all out before the details were lost to time.
"I knew... " she continued, voice sinking into a whisper as the guilt threatened to overpower her. "Knew it was another fight. I should have turned and left, I should have... but I had been able to help them before, and I thought that I could keep out of reach again, like before. But the monster was so big... It knocked me over, and then... and then..."
Feeling her voice break the filly closed her eyes and pressed herself closer to Vadim, in desperate need of his warmth, a proof that he was actually there. Only able to keep him cold in turn, the exchange was probably uneven and less than fair - but what child could ever tell what comforts a parent got from their mere presence.
It seemed there were still pieces of her heart left to shatter. Another stabbing pain of grief brought on a desire to curl in on herself, convulse in pace with each strained beat.
How would they possibly get over this? Such pain, such wounds... did they ever fully heal?
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
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