"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.
Bells sing within her ears and alerts her that it’s time to come alive even though she is tired and cold, not physically but mentally. Curiosity swallows her brother whole. Once his meal has been finished, she is next to succumb, led on by the foreign sensation of deja vu. It makes her want to move with speed that she’s ignored in these times. Silver wings erupt from a black body before the rest of his body bleeds into a new one, preparing for a journey he cannot hardly wait for.
Her bones are tired and weak, her mind dull and bored, her drive soothed by time and a baby she doesn’t know she carries.
With time, an image she can only remember once, one from when things were better but edging towards disaster. It slips fear and worry into her weary heart like she is a drink to be tainted. A gift is given to her in exchange for her recent efforts made towards facing the world head on.
Amara is there. Amara is there for her to be with and stand beside, to trust with such faith that she will always be there for her whether she needs her or not. Hobgoblin’s eyes are crafted from stone and glazed in ice frozen from the blood of his rage.
The monster is back. The monster suffers because they are too selfish to accept Sikeax’s aid when it was given without thought of their permission, only to see them healthy. The monster makes his lips curl up against his scalpel teeth and a hiss slither from his forked tongue. Sia’s muzzle and cheek bone reach for the smaller decaying beast, looking to rub along their mud-coloured body.
From atop his temple, he snaps with unheeded aggression in their direction with no particular aim. No words spill from her lips, and in their public display of affection ceremony, time feels as if it slows. Voice dwindle and the merry sounds of excitement escape her ears.
Oh, how all she can think about is how nice it is to know there is a face she knows within a crowd of strangers who would never know her endless need for trust and companionship.
Sikeax & Hobgoblin
En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie.
When the ocean mare firsts hears the beautiful voice that lilts on the autumn breeze, she recognizes it as a song of nature, of her family, and immediately her hearts rejoices. Happily she hums along, not knowing the tune herself, but somehow adding a harmony anyway—her spirits soaring even if the melody bounces around a bit. With a cheerful flick of her leonine tail, the blue mare prances after the fluid tune, following its soulful trail until it leads her through the Thistle Meadow. Having just departed this land a day or two previously, it doesn’t take her long to cross violet-decorated meadows, and what greets her unfolds unexpectedly.
Lush, rolling fields give way to crystal waters, and in the middle, an island rises magnificently. Tiamat’s jaw quite literally drops at the sight. The poignant song is louder here, calling to the deepest parts of her bones, and eagerly she obeys its beckoning. Pristine waters splash beneath cloven hooves, spraying with the chimes of her laughter as the ocean mare lurches forward like a wave from her father ocean.
As white eyes look ahead, it quickly becomes clear that Tiamat is not the only one who has been moved by this strangely beautiful event—already a crowd has gathered, and their throng heightens her excitement. The young mare has never experienced the generosity of the Giving Turtle before now, so she does not know the significance of this happy occasion. Even so, the peace and prosperity and pure goodness that pervades the island is unmistakable. “How beautiful!” She breathes in awe, admiring the crystals, trees, and snow (as if the harmony of this place didn’t make it beautiful enough)—it all seems otherworldly.
Picking her way delicately through the gathering of bodies, Tiamat catches sight of a creature—of someone. He is unlike anything she has ever seen before, but like all things generous and kind, she feels an unmistakable connection. The blue mare is drawn to this Turtle, her smile wide and vibrant (she doesn’t even try to contain it). Halting before him, she bows her head respectfully. “Thank you,” it is a whisper—a whisper of simple gratitude. Tiamat does not know that he comes bearing gifts, but as far as she is concerned, he has already brought them the greatest gift of all, a gift that they have all so desperately needed—he has given them peace.
notes; MERRY CHRISTMAS!:D <333 “Speech.”
LIKE THE OCEAN KISSED THE SKY, at the most beautiful place under the sun.
Magic again, the maiden thought to herself as she heard the roar of the crowd from a distance. And sure enough, when Nasreen swooped closer, she felt its unmistakable thrum in her chest, heard the gentle benign whispers, and allowed herself to be drawn into it all. She remembered what fun she’d had only days ago at the beach, and the copper-splashed mare felt hopeful as she set her course toward the sound of chatter and singing.
It did not take long to find the gathering—body upon body pressed together in Thistle Meadow, surrounding a familiar figure at the center. A warm feeling of reassurance spread throughout the mare’s veins as she gazed down at the Earth Turtle, steadfast as always. While she had only encountered him on a few occasions prior, he always seemed to bring a certain air of peace and kindness, and today looked to be no different. With a happy nicker, Nasreen swooped lower in search of a place to land.
The task proved to be rather difficult, for the meadow was so packed that she ultimately had to choose a patch a ways away—still, it did not bother her, for Nasreen rather enjoyed the chance to take it all in: the fairy lights, the virgin snow, the smiling faces…Nodding good-naturedly at those nearest to her, Nasreen slipped into the crowd. She was in no great hurry to see the turtle, which worked out well since several stood in line before her, waiting their turn to greet him. But finally, the queue brought her close to the wizened old creature, and she approached. “Welcome back, sir,” she whispered, dipping her head low in sudden shyness, “How wonderful to see you again.”
Rohan
It is largely by curiosity that the large stallion is propelled forward.
At first, he assumes that perhaps it is yet another battle of the Gods—the wars have been the only events that have moved the entirety of Helovia, before now that is, and it certainly wouldn’t surprise him to know that the dark magic will somehow rear its ugly head again. However, as the Warlander pauses a moment to listen to the sound that drifts so poignantly on the cool breeze, he decides that it can’t be so. This, whatever this is, is already far too peaceful and too forgiving to be the prelude of bloodshed and battle cries. This is different somehow.
With his curiosity swelling in his breast, Rohan quickens his pace, powerful strides lengthening into a flashy trot. The ground rolls steadily beneath his pale hooves, but the stallion hardly notices it—his attention is fixed ahead, where a massive tree suddenly begins to sprout on the horizon. Snorting to himself, he accelerates into a canter, eager now to see this supposedly great phenomenon that has Helovia on the edge of their seats.
And it would certainly seem that the whole of Helovia has been gathered here. Even at the battles, the Warlander doesn’t remember it being this congested with bodies, but he could be mistaken (it is a trivial detail that he is quick to toss aside). With his hooves crossing over the bridge and sinking into soft sands, Rohan swaggers forward. Green eyes wander about, inherently focusing in the direction of everyone else—catching a glimpse through the throng, he sees…a turtle?“What the hell is this?” The stallion mutters to himself, wondering how such a strange creature could command the attention of…everyone.
The Giving Tree Results
The Earth Turtle looks upon the majesty of the tree, watching as the boughs begin to shake with glee. Here upon this night gifts are bestowed, to young and old. This is the evening of a single star, shining above for those near and far. Though darkness looms and violence creeps, this night is protected by the one who keeps.
The God of the Earth...
(Does not qualify with post count, giving tree post doesn't count: Aeolus, Lothiriel, Amani)
JAHZARA :: Small Glowing Marking (any color)
EVANGELINE :: medium item
PARELIA :: Foal stats with magic
GULL :: VOTG pass
EINARR :: amulet
ARELI :: mythical companion NS (plain)
SIKEAX :: Custom Item with 2 upgrades
TIAMAT :: Light of the Turtle (small glowing green orb charm)
NASREEN :: Magic (any kind)
ROHAN :: Band of the Tree (bracelet of gold leaf and green stones)
THIS IS THE LAST <3
These will be applied to your OOC prize record when this is over, so only post to record updates if you will be using a prize!
Trading can occur like normal - if you trade, both people need to post in the record updates
(these still need to be added to records, but the rest should be done)
Gifts, tangible and intangible, future and present, were given out one by one. The boughs of the decorated trees wiggled and moved, bringing forth prizes for those of Helovia who gathered beneath this same sky to celebrate living and life. The Turtle couldn't help but smile and rejoice at the generosity of the Earth God.
By his grace and strength, Helovia saw another season of the giving tree.
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
![[Image: 57c5195f31f1b_by_relibelli-db9li1z.png]](http://orig06.deviantart.net/bb9e/f/2017/138/7/1/57c5195f31f1b_by_relibelli-db9li1z.png)
