"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.
Tilneys travels nowadays took him mostly to sightsee his new western home. The western lands in helovia held many wonders he was excited to see. The Endless Blue was where he had met his new friend Glasgow and made the acquaintance of Resplendence from the Falls; it was a place he had travelled well compared to the other westerly regions. To the Ancient Rotunda he ventured. His marble hooves carried him swiftly with anticipation, thought in the back of his head he worried that arah wouldn't come. He had subtly mentioned to his ashen friend that he wanted her to come, but he was doubting she would make an appearance.
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She probably has much better things to do, maybe next time...'Doubt was such a poison to Tilney. For a stallion as joyful and seemingly confident as he, when doubt crept in it was like a real blow to the head. It would always destructed him. His feelings about Arah though he had no doubts about; He truly cared for her and valued her. What of hers though? Tilney understood nothing of her heart as yet, not even where he stood in it. Tilney longed to know what her favorite colour was, her favorite smell.
He wondered if she wakes up sometimes and thinks to the gods, don't let my heart turn cold like he does sometimes. Which colour eyes do you think are the prettiest Arah? Which of your mothers gorgeous features to you hold on your countenance. Do you curse at the wind when you're angry?
Why did he wonder though? What about her made him forever curious. In fact, he was certain he could ask her one hundred questions every day for a million years and never run out of thinks to ask about her soul. Arah was puzzling and brilliant to him, and he didn't think that about many creatures he'd met in his short lifetime. There's and entire galaxy in you, you know? She was full of starts and moons.
One thing he did know about Arah though; She never knew who'd leave or stay. He hoped to god that she knew he would. The rotunda was in view, and what a relic to behold. Stepping through the threshold and onto the cold platform he gazed over the calm brooke. Questions flooded his mind about this place too; Who built it? and for what purpose?
All these days I've been broken and hopeless and I
I don't feel like I'm coping, I'm hoping that I
Can live and let go, so I can get through it."
Missing her home in The Basin was becoming a daily grievance, thinking back to the snowy wilds that had protected her for so long. Her daughters, now nothing but dust in the frozen winds, remained in the north. Since joining the Edge she'd bee desperate to return to the frozen wastes and visit where her daughter's rested but going alone terrified her. Was she such a coward that she needed someone to accompany her for everything? At least she'd managed to join The Edge with only Wynter at her side. Still her new home had done little to melt the years of ice that had built up around her heart. Perhaps that wasn't a job of The Edge but a job for companionship and family. She'd felt rather empty as she'd traveled through The secret grove, remembering all of the ghosts that lurked there. Here she'd met a maiden fair whose heart would never belong to her, here she cried and apologised and fought on for what she had believed was right.
Perhaps the grove would never be a magical place for here, long ago it had been tainted and never redeemed. So many adventures and so little rewards, the doe believed anyone would wonder what the point had been. Why had she done so much and lost even more? At what point had she decided enough was enough? Well, that was the only point she could truly recall. The rage that had filled her belly and the fire she'd sprayed. How had The Basin faired under the golden tongue liar she wondered, how far astray had he lead them? It was a problem for her to concern herself with anymore, yet she couldn't help herself. The desire to know was completely embedded into her mind and after years of serving, well it was impossible to break from old habits completely.
Just as she remembered, the structure that gave this piece of land it's name was incongruous and yet it was also alluring. Hidden within the local thicket of corse trees was the remnants of what many whispered was a time of unity. The doe stood before the edifice, running a lazy eye over the details. Compared to her own tiny figure, the stone structure was large, s standing on a circular slab with a beautiful and colorful stained glass roof. As she moved up and entered the structure long, flowing drapes that lined the entrances by the columns stroked along her back, the doe shivered at the feeling. Shifting, swirling and colliding the colours were captured on the floor, and as she climbed up into the feature the colours danced along her own ivory back. Tilting her head she studied the intricate wrought iron closures and veins of precious metal in the glass which provided strength and charm. Her ears perked at the sound of the brook running through the trees, just along the edge of the white-stone rotunda, it was jere a part of her soul had changed forever. She loved it here.
Of course someone had beat her to the structure.
Tilney. She couldn't quite help the smile that spread across her chops. The stag had become a rather constant companion in her life. One that she would fight tooth and nail to keep with her - it was selfish, she knew, to feel as if she had some right to his companionship. Yet, she felt better around him, his warmth might just be able to splinter the ice that remained within her chest.
Yet there was also more darkness, would he leave her for another? If she put her heart and soul in the open what would he do? Navigating her way through the bushes she paused behind the copper coloured stag. "Hello." Of course she came. There had never been a question if she would join him, after all she was far too curious of a creature to let such an invitation pass. Would he simply invite her for a turn around the gardens? Or was there more behind his invitation? So many questions and wonders, she could barely keep her inquisitive nature contained.
What he could he do now? He had journeyed here with the idea of Arah meeting him here, but the closer he stepped to the ancient structure the more he doubted he would be graced with her company, and when he arrived and saw she had not he was certain he would spend the outing alone. It was the first time in a long time he felt a daggers steel scratch his heart, a whipcord lashed around his neck. Stare into the calm waters below the Ancient Rotunda was all he did, green eyes gazing back.
"Don't worry brother" sounded the musical air of his sister. Carlisle stepped softly under the rotundas shade beside Tilney, her muzzle reaching up to greet his jowl with a soft kiss. It had been weeks since her last appearance, and Tilney had grown tired of her comings and goings. He wished she would just stay. "There are plenty of hours left in the day. She might still come". Tilney remained somewhat unresponsive to his sisters whispers of solace, but he was glad she was here. "She has better things to attend to Carlisle, I doubt she will show."
It was certainly a rarity to find Tilney so cast-down.
If he turned home now though, this journey would of been almost for nothing. What if she just came later then he anticipated? He would wait for her, patiently and quietly here in the rotundas shade. Dropping to his knees first, then letting his hind end fall he found a reasonably comfortable spot on the stone floor to sit and wait.
Tilneys verdant gaze traced over a small mated pair of ducks who were busily making the perfect nest, ready for birdsong; What wonderful parents they would make. The thought brought the softest of smiled to his tired face. Carlisles sinking breaths soon sent him into a gentle snooze, ashen eyelids closing over his green sight-givers. He was stirred an hour or so later by a much welcomed Hello.
Arah! She had come.
Tilney need not even open his eyes to know it was her; just her voice was enough, accompanied by her perfect air and presence. He was still much too sleepy to move apart form his lips tightening in a wide smile. His eyes remained closed as he whispered his own gentle "you came", followed by a yawn. The stags viridescent stare found its way to hers of gold, and he gently found his way to his feet.
Tilney couldn't help but greet the mare with a sweet kiss to her jowl, and then charmingly lifted his neck over hers to embrace her tenderly.
All these days I've been broken and hopeless and I
I don't feel like I'm coping, I'm hoping that I
Can live and let go, so I can get through it."
His eyes were softly closed, a perfect figure with his chops pulled into a warming smile. It was so genuine, she couldn't help but smile in response. The way he lit up around her, the way her mind and body responded to his presence. It really was something else, he really was someone, she liked to think he was someone fate had sent to heal her. "Of course." Arah offered in response to his words. It's you. A shaky sigh was expelled, her eyes studied his relaxed form. I'll always come to you. He turned and locked his emerald green eyes onto her burning golden ones, slowly rising to his feet before her. It's like you're in my DNA. It was an almost instant response to his sweet kiss, a tiny giggle of delight that she immediately regretted as the embarrassment swelled through her chest. Despite her childish reaction to his touch, he draped his neck over hers, a tight embrace that calmed her emotions and racing thoughts. It was familiar and exciting at the same time, it was home to her. A home that she had not yet experienced, explored or had time to completely accept. "Oh Tilney." Her words were whispered, her warm breath was lost to the open air while his tickled it's way down her elegantly arched neck. "You're such a comfort to me." I only wish to be the same for you.
Carefully the doe extracted herself from his embrace, smiling up at him as she did so. Then slowly she turned her gaze to the river that ran just outside the structure. The brook weaved it's way confidently through the trees while dragonflies danced along the surface, darting here and there while greeting any other of it's species it came across. To live to freely. To be able to fly. Two things she would never be capable of. After every dark decision of her past she'd never again be able to live freely and of course she'd need wings to be able to fly. An impossible feat for her to grow a pair this late in her life. Laughing as the dragonfly zipped past her, she smiled at Tilney over her shoulder; encouraging him to join her so they may talk quietly. She didn't know why he'd asked her here, if he actually had any questions for her or if he'd simply wished to be with her privately. One seemed a sweet gesture, the other concerned her. He knew very little about her past and she knew little of his. There was so much to learn and discover about the other. Perhaps today would be a good day to begin that process.
"So, Tilney." She paused and turned her smile into a (hopefully) seductive grin. "Tell me a secret." The doe would tell him whatever he wanted to know, but first she wanted to learn a little bit about him. What was the first secret he would reveal to her? Would it be dark or silly? Would it give her a tiny insight to her past life or personality? Curiosity and excitement burned through her veins as she waited for him to speak.