"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.
Isopia I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire
"How is this supposed to work."
For anyone watching, they might have thought the question was rhetorical. But no, Isopia was actually asking the unborn creature, snuggled tightly and ignorantly inside of its egg, what she was supposed to do. Large golden eyes bore into the bronze and green shell, as if there were instructions written for only the very observant to see. Isopia snorted, her nostrils flaring as she expelled air.
Undaunted, the egg gave no answer.
Sitting in a cradle of stone, with only a few of Isopia's feathers for padding, the ticking time-bomb of responsibility lay in wait. The earthen-child wasn't sure why her Father had given her this 'gift', especially right before a fight. Was it to teach her responsibility? Or was she being punished? Both made equal sense, in the girl's mind. She was always doing something wrong, and so if her Father had found cause to punish her that she was ignorant of, she wouldn't have been surprised. Then again, she did think that her Father was clever enough not to condemn her for the mundane wrong-doings that others did: Don't bury our dead relative, or leaving in the middle of a conversation is rude. Couldn't they see how small-picture that all was?
Flicking her tail, the girl's large shoulders shrugged as her wings hugged her oddly-painted flanks. Only just now did she realized that she wouldn't be able to move as a raven while this thing was still encased in an egg. Silently, Isopia wondered what the consequences of his grounding would be.
Okay so, uh. I’m pretty sure we operate on two different wavelengths.
Cuz, like…okay. Most of the time we’re on the same page or whatever. Like, we get annoyed at the same shit, laugh at the same shit, laugh at each other when we’re being butt-dumb and just all around…get each other, y’know? Likes, dislikes, fears, irritations…y’know, shit like that. They were mostly the same between us. Mostly.
But yeah, there were some things that were different—like, for one, the way you didn’t mind the heat or the wind OR the sand even though those three things were basically put on this planet specifically to torment my ass (probably). Or like your strange fascination with Faux-to-to, even though I hated the bitch’s guts at this point. Like, I dunno what it was with you and her—you just didn’t give a fuck how I felt when she crossed my mind. Fuck me, right? Fuck my feelings or my anger with her that still lingered after the way she put all my people in danger when the bear god emerged from a sick, poisoned universe. Nah, it ain’t matter she almost got my Ma killed. Y’all were cool.
Hmph. Whatever.
(And no, this ain’t jealousy, I’m legitimately confused as to why the hell you like the bitch so much. Like, the fuck? What even, man?)
So uh—yeah, cue now, wandering a place that wasn’t quite as sick as it was before the Earth God did his—thing or whatever. You had shot out away from me in a mess of black and white and I could feel the spike in excitement at something you had seen or sensed or something that I hadn’t seen yet. It didn’t take me long to scent her though, which made me groan with irritation—but you were overpowering my thoughts with a wordless excitement that spilled from your head and all over everything between our link.
!!!
Dude, what’s going on?
!!!
Cheek, slow down, put your thoughts in a word—
But I was already coming up on the scene and there she was, all kinds of tall and bushy-haired and smug in her face like she usually was (nope, I totally wasn’t imagining that, she’s smug as fuck) while you gamboled about something she was standing over, a depression in some stone and some loose feathers gathered about what was unmistakably an--egg.
I was stiff as a board standing there, watching her with a half-glare because I never really mastered the art of a poker face—while you frisked around with your happy little skunk ass, inching closer and closer to the nest while you shot looks up at her with your bright brown eyes. Fuck wavelengths, you’re in a whole different universe than me, bruh.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Isopia I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire
[No you aren't, you're a beautiful butterfly.]
The girl's quad-horned skull turned towards the fluffy creature who invaded her space. However unlike most who did so, the small companion didn't draw a snort of contempt or a sigh of disdain from the demi-girl. Instead, her large golden eyes appeared almost hopeful. Surely this small being knew what it was like to be inside of the egg? Knew what it was she should do to care for it?
"Hey-" She whispered in a conspiratorially low voice. "What did she do to take care of you? What should she have done better-" But her words were cut off as Ros's stiff-as-a-board shadow fell over the bronze and green egg. Iso's ears faltered backwards slightly as her gaze rose. So much for getting information out of Cheek without Ros around. For all of Ampere's lectures, Isopia couldn't shake the her implicit assumptions that companions were independent. She had thought, for a beautiful moment, that she could be alone with the small monochromatic creature.
Nope.
Stiffly, Isopia raised her head - now standing at her full height. She looked distracted and uncomfortable - more so than she normally did. She wasn't pleased that her Father had #1 announced her name to everyone around her, and #2 Given her this gift without any (useful) preamble.
"So now we've all been given one." She said flatly, recalling the egg that the Sun God had given Aithniel a few weeks prior. She could only assume that was were Mesec's companion came from as well. "Why. For what purpose. What does it matter? What do I-" Looking down, her gaze softening as it fell on Cheek, "-do?"
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