"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.
Ophelia wearily approached Erthe, the challenge she issued on Nymeria wearing her thin. She looked older then, less vengeful spirit and more old mare. A sad, thin smile curved her lips as she looked the girl up and down, noticing her leg. Having been at all the fights, she remembered when she had taken the damage and frowned, feeling her heart go out to this child. Phi was not cruel and not was she mean, but she had a vengeful streak. Those who did not cross her - those who communicated - were good in her eyes, and she was kind and gentle.
She did not want to be this way, but she had to be. Time told her that she would be taken advantage of and she was unwilling to let this happen again. Nothing about Nymeria's story added up from the way she talked back to this faux 'demure girl' act. Ophelia couldn't risk her herd on Nymeria's actions, though it was caring that made her so angry. The girl had potential, but everything Phi had told her she knew was true. Actions had consequences, and only when you were ready to admit fault and repent were you prepared to learn.
"Lets get you healed by the gods, all right?" she said softly, offering her shoulder to lean on.
Memories came flooding back. She was only a child, so small and fragile. Isilme had been over run by monsters, shades so furious and dark that they tore horses apart until only blood and core were left over. Together, she and her twin sister had run, only Ktulu had been born with horribly crooked front legs. Over lands and places she couldn't begin to name, she shouldered her sister's weight, just like this. Emotion clouded her eyes and she blinked roughly, clearing her throat.
"Sorry. I have done this before for my sister. The Earth God healed her. Perhaps the Sun God can do the same for you. What is your name?" she asked gently, beginning the long trek south to the Veins of the Gods.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The whole matter with the challenge and subsequent revelations from both Volterra and Ophelia was rattling, overwhelming to say the least. Erthë had never lived close to this many people before, had never been witness to challenges or arguments on this scale. Her small, loosely connected family had always gotten along without having to raise their voices, and after getting dragged into the conflict between gods her views on disagreements had become distorted, to say the least. To think, that the matter had been settled without injury! It filled her heart with such sweet relief, an airy floating sensation that almost rivaled the sensation of chewing poppy leaves.
As the matter appeared to have been resolved, the filly had already turned to make her way back home to the Edge when she became aware of someone approaching her. Turning the finely chiseled head, she was startled to find herself the target of the white-and-crimson lady. It was with some apprehension she paused, allowing the mare to catch up. Not a difficult thing to do, as Erthë was slow to say the least; the effects of the self-medicated drugs had begun to wear off, turning her gait from a slow but fairly even walk into a sore and painful limp.
What on earth might this sharp-tongued, stern lady want with her? It was rather ominous to be hailed by someone who had just chewed out another girl in front of plenty of witnesses. Had Erthë done something wrong? Was she not supposed to be there, watching horses much older than herself settle their disputes? Trying her best to keep her head high and the knees from quivering, the filly gazed warily at the unicorn, seeing none of the tiredness or troubles that plagued her wizened mind; only the elegance of her stride, the air of confidence and the shimmering purity of a body wiped clean from crimson rage.
Upon speaking however, the voice was not cutting and sharp like earlier, but warm, soft - almost kind. The swan-winged filly pricked the ears hesitantly, a shy smile touching her lips at the offer. The sense of relief intensified, and yet she couldn't help but feel uncertain, much less confident than she'd ever been on the battlefield.
"R-really? Can I... But.. would they... really do that for me?"
The thought of getting her leg back to normal was dizzying, hope and longing tearing at her along with a strong dose of doubt. She hadn't done anything to earn that, had she? Erthë had seen the gods, had seen their might and power and generosity, but she had also seen them allow good, strong people die (oh mother, how I miss you!). The lady offered her a shoulder and Erthë leaned into her, hesitant at first - her skin was so cold, and she didn't even know this fierce woman, this ascended by the Sun's favor - yet even more reluctant to disobey.
Still. To get the leg back.. and maybe she would even be able to see the Lady Moon again? Her stomach gave an almighty lurch at the thought, hope and fear mingling and raising her spirits for a exalted, heart-stopping second...
Only to be doused by the mention of the Sun Lord.
Oh. Him. The handsome, arrogant lord that had promised peace yet still allowed her mother to die. Another feeling, darker and much less enthusiastic squirmed through her veins now, but Erthë mentioned none of this aloud, just nodded quietly - it would probably be very unwise to decline, and such a generous offer too!
"I'm Erthë, daughter of Vadim... and Shadow" she replied, soft spoken and with the pale eyes lowered towards the ground. "Where do the gods live?"
She began to walk, allowing the mare to lead the way to wherever; regardless of where they were going, Erthë had a feeling it would end up a long and painful journey on her part.
Especially as she hadn't brought her stash of drugs to numb the pain.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
02-04-2016, 02:26 AM (This post was last modified: 02-04-2016, 02:26 AM by Tembovu.)
His legs burned from having walked so briskly for such a great distance. He had seen the white filly, his little Erthe, limping off with the Amaranthine. There had been purpose in their strides— well, at least Ophelia’s. Although he did not know the woman well, so perhaps that was how she traversed Helovia. Though it seemed, to him, that a Specter would be more discrete with their travels. Though he, himself, had been friendly and unreserved when he had been deceiving and empire (though it would hard not to notice an elephant). But, still, the two leaving the Edge had caught his attention— because why would a woman bring a filly with broken legs outside the safety of the Edge? There must be a reason, and a good one.
Though he was waylaid in following the two by monarchial duties— though did he even know what those were? It was so new, the blood of his friend’s daughter not yet dry on sands of the Isles… In his brisk walk, the pair of hoof prints he followed blurred, instead seeing the weeping form of Mauja cradling a corpse. There was red on his snowy coat. The giant wasn’t sure which he preferred: red blood or black ash. Both left scars on the soul.
He followed south, south, further south. Further south than he had ever been in Helovia— aside from the Isles. But they were their own entity (an entity of death and pain, as far as he was concerned). Given their slow pace from Erthe’s injured legs, the great man finally caught up with them as the earth beneath his large hooves morphed from grass to barren, black rock. Cream ears, once swiveling, perk forward as his heavy hoof-falls rang like gongs against the rock. What was this place?
Navy gaze swept up, questions in the dark pools as he looked from Ophelia to Erthe— though figured the filly had as many questions as he did. (He was so new to Helovia, how was he to be a King?!) He cast aside the thought, for it had no bearing in a place such as this. This was an ominously lit outcropping, surrounded by crashing waves. Unease settled into his barrel— for the broken shrines were closer to any god than he wished to be, currently. The gods had brought battles and death in their wake, despite saving those of the Rift. Which was justified, in his eyes. But, still, his eyes were wary as he looked back to the red woman.
“Where are we?” His low rumble was simple, for once foregoing the niceties of greetings and pleasant conversation. He was too unsettled.
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