"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.
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It has been some time since I fell into this world, and in that time the illness has only grown worse. Weeks flash past in an unrecognizable haze of mornings and evenings, hunger and pain. On fragile limbs I wander, heedless to the hazards of this land, seeking my only solace, the inevitability of Death. Since my birth I have waited for Him to arrive; and now seems an opportune time, as I stagger unclaimed through dazzling clouds, lost and abandoned and without a soul to carry my troubles. Will you come now, lover, and take me into your dark embrace? I am ready, I think, as the nights grow colder and the days grow long. I am ready, as my body grows weaker and my breathing grows hoarse.
I am ready, I think as I lay my body down, no longer capable of wielding its weight. It is astounding I have gotten this far, though perhaps it is not so far after all. I have little concept of this brave new world, the Helovia I fell into when the Rift was torn apart.
I am somewhere cold, and lush- quite lovely, really. It is a shame I shall never explore it, never dance beneath the sunlight which pierces my eyes through lowered lids. The scent of tundra floats cheerily on an afternoon breeze. I can hear bees, and smell flowers, and I sigh deeply with a quiet content, ignoring the aching of my every bone. Not for the first time I wonder if I am dead, if this is the afterlife, if I am being tested by my Lord- a bittersweet idea. There is so much I should have liked to accomplish before dying.
Alas, it is too late now. I hear his hoofprints coming, crunching distinctly through the dry tundra grass. What will He look like, my elusive betrothed? So many images have formed in my mind, yet I know that none can ever measure up. Even now I do not open my eyes, though anticipation flutters in my fragile heart. Will He be gentle? Will He be rough? Is He capable of loving meas I love Him- yes, I love Him, as much as I avoid coming face to face with my love. For I love the world, too, love sunlight and springtime and flowers, love running up mountains and swimming through rivers. And the day He comes to claim me, I know that I shall lose this world forever.
I am not ready for that, not yet.
I am not strong enough for Him yet.
I open my eyes, but do not turn my head. He is behind me, always behind me, a physical presence, a promise of what my future holds. "Please," I whisper into the eternity we are destined to share. "I think I should like to live a little longer still."
It is up to Him, now, because I am His, but a part of me prays He will understand. After all, we have forever; this world is a mayfly, compared to the one I shall soon share with him. Sore muscles work to press into the ground, shifting my prone form that I might successfully turn around and, a smile on my lips, face my Death.
I tried to sell my soul last night, it's funny he wouldn't even take a bite.
A troubled mind is mine today. I wander from the Basin, moving up into the frostbreath steppe. The summer is like spring time, green shoots and blossoms. It isn't excessively warm, nor to cold... No, it is just right.
But I cannot think of how nice it is here right now. No, what plagues the mind is the lack of effort in our troops. The thought angers me. Even Caleb, who I thought might be a good recruit... He didn't show. No, even he has disappointed me. Rikyn has disappointed me as well, and to top it off? Our general seems to have abandoned us in our time of need, leaving myself and Ki'irha to take over in his absence. No, only anger rushes through me now. Anger pulses in my veins. Anger drives me forward. Taking me away from it all. Getting myself a hell of a break.
Maybe I will abandon as well? Leave the rotting lot to try and fend for themselves? No. I was going to make a name for myself. But maybe I would find myself someone nice looking.. Jump his bones? Or maybe crunch them?
A sick laugh escapes my lips. There is nothing happy about it, only anger and sickness. I was over it. And some soldiers where going to get their bones crunched. A rustle catches my attention, and my head flicks over, catching sight of a hare. A sadistic smiles creeps up my lips. The race was on. I spin on my haunches and leap towards it. My legs cover lots of ground, and the hare takes off in it's fast little way. It's been too long, much much too long. Ah, but I have played this game much before... And you little hare are no much for me.
In one final swoop, my head dips down, and in a screech, death takes it. One less pesky little hare. My jaw snaps, and the satisfying crunch of bones sends a shiver down my back. It was only then that I heard the voice of the woman. My head lifts, only to find her there, and saying something about wanting to live a little bit longer. One ear flicks back, and I drop the hare, blood dribbling down my jaw and dripping onto the ground. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but I was only after the hare. Honestly." My head cocks to the left slightly, and I walk towards her. "Are you well? If not, the Basin isn't to far, we have healers." For the moment I am distracted from wanting to crush my soldiers, both physically and mentally.
"Speech here." Tag;; @[Esk] Words;; Notes;; Sia likes to kill fuzzy things xD
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