"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.
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Life. It was a hard concept for anybody to consider, particularly when they were the ones bringing a new one into this world...
Anzanie swayed like a whale through the sands of the Endless Blue, letting her immense weight sink into the soft grains and wash through her. Even though Orangemoon was now deep-set into the environment, the long blue water and sands allowed Anzanie to believe that she was giving her first life to her people, back in her old homeland. This was the closest she could get to them. Silently, she felt the ebbing pains contracting within her and she turned her still lean neck towards the lump, watching it kick and writhe. No sound came from her soft veleteens whilst the pains eminated through her splashed body. She may be young and naive, but she had regal upbringing and a high pain tolerance threshold.
But soon, even the noises of the waves lapping tantalisingly were no match for the next pains that began. They made her stumble to the ground, sand dust sprouting through the air and covering her as she kicked and heaved. The ordeal, well, it was unbearable. But what could she do? It was her fault...
"Misael, I want you here..." A distressed Anzanie called out to the sands, hoping for the chance that he may miraculously stray into her life once more to witness the birth of their child.
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[OOC: At this point the baby will be born for all others to see. I wasn't gonna be gruesome and play it out ;D]
It seemed like an enternity had passed, where the only comforting sounds to usher the golden child to sleep had been the steady beat of her mothers heart and the gentle thud of her hooves. The warm nest within her mothers womb was all she knew, what did she know of the vast greatness that lay beyond the silken walls of her palace? What adventures and wealth of knowledge were waiting for her to find and learn, to taste and witness? If only she could look past her rose window?
So she slumbered on in her gilded existence, until her great room rocked.
Panic.
Fear.
Curiosity.
What was happening? Why was it happening?
The pale lady did not have to wait long to find out, her great oak doors splintered and cracked under her mothers great pressure to deliver her. Rose glass gave way to blinding light and the realization she's damp, slicked with the fluid that kept her suspended. She exhaled with a shaky, desperate cough to clear her throat of fluids as she thrashed to right herself upon the sandy carpet she was laid against. Velvet ears flick once, twice and three times back and forth as new sounds and smells overwhelm the small fillies senses.
She wore a pelt of molten gold, lightly splashed with her mothers white while her father had given her his stripes and his blue tresses. The cerulean, azure, sapphire and sky blue stripes wrapped her neck and head proudly. Tufts of blue sprinkled with gold lined her neck and tail, promising to grow into oceans of satin soft hair until they pooled at her feet. Her final gift from her mother lay delicated laced in her fathers final gift, his crown which sat behind her ears. The small nubs were blessed with the precious gems that lay in her mothers horns, they sparkled proudly on the would-be crown.
However, it seemed as though the youngling had a hand in her own creation. The marking that covered her face was decidedly neither her sire's nor her dam's. A bald face, in the shape of a dragon's skull.
The youngling is confused, disorientated, tired. Why was being born so hard? Why couldn't she just crawl back into her palace and try again another day when she felt stronger? She lifted her skull marked head to better look around with her sea green eyes. Despite their disorientated gleam, they're intelligent and alert, and they finally land on the large body behind her.
His name was called. It brought him from the sands of the beach. Miseal always liked the sands, the beach, it was calming. It reminded him of home, where the sun shined on his skin and dunes shifted in the throat of the dragon. He had enjoyed his exploration away from the lands of home, even though he had come across a ghost of his past where things turned out a way he still was not sure on how to think. The voice that whispered into his drums tonight was feminine, and most definitely familiar. He realized, that as she called out for him to be there, that it was Anzanie. The women of rusts and creams that so long ago had held his weight on her back as they locked in a night of darkness and lust.
His heart began to beat wildly as the man of many chromes galloped to her, wondering why she called out for him. He could smell her scent, the one that drove him wild that night so long ago. He could also smell the blood and another, and he forced himself on with all his bulk and weight to reach her side in what ever was happening. He could not lose another, not after Enna, not Anzanie.
He arrived quickly, and the sight that greeted him shocked him still. A child, his child laid near his Anzanie. Quickly, he let the shock melt away, taking in the sight that he had created. The child was stunning, holding his stripes and his mother's patches. Her horns were little nubs, but he knew that they would grow like his, and the gems like Anzanie's would glitter every night. A smile drew on his face and he bent down, wanting only to wrap Anzanie in his embrace. He was shocked yes, never knowing that a child was growing in his maiden, but he was proud of her, and the child. "I'm here Anzanie, I'm here." He whispered as he protected her from the ground, warily eyeing any who may enter from the endless sands. Softly, Miseal reached out, nuzzling the women of brown, and the child of blonde. Their child.
"She's beautiful, like you."
OCC: yet sorry I was late, and I'm also drunk while writing this so excuse it.
01-01-2016, 09:29 AM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2016, 09:30 AM by Tembovu.)
After seeing how pregnant his Glazier was at the herd meeting, The Elephant had kept an eye on Anzanie. Partly due to his friendship with the lovely, splashed mare— but also partly because he had a yearning, a need, to be near foals(to have a foal of his own). Erthe was one such example. Nyx’s birthing another. Anzanie’s was yet another. So when seeing his (very) pregnant friend leave the Edge, he followed.
Waylaid in his stalking following by Kingly duties, he arrived after the actual birth— and after the appearance of who he assumed was the father— who smelled strongly of the warm southern sands. His ears perk forward in interest at the man— he was wildly colored with handsomely curved horns behind his head. In Dorobo, those horns would have been greatly valued, so the giant cannot help his own admiration.
Though it was brief, for his attention quickly shifted to the babe that lie in the sands. Concern swelled in him— were the newborn’s nostrils clear of grit? Could it breathe freely? Heavy, ivory hooves carry him quickly, unthinkingly, towards his friend and her new child. Head lowered, seeking to ensure that the golden babe of blue stripes could breathe. The King was not deterred by afterbirth. In fact, he did not even notice it as he neared. Though he halted, worries assuaged, upon seeing the rising sides and ungainly movements of the foal— of the filly, his eyes told him.
Finally seeing the protective stance and wary stare of the father (the stripes upon the filly’s neck confirmed his suspicions), he gave him and his arced horns a wide berth to be near his woman and daughter. “She is beautiful, Anzanie,” his deep voice echoed the sentiments of the sire, “Congratulations to you both.” Giant skull dips as warm, lightening blue eyes gaze at the miracle of life in the sands, “Have you a name for her?”
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Within the chaos of her mind the splashed had not even dwelled into the pain of childbirth. Her mind had been fixed on everything but that, in order to keep herself from screaming. But soon she turned her beautiful cranium towards something equally, no, more beautiful: her child.
Before her was her kin, her daughter, a golden pelt much like her father's with azure stripes to match. Yet she still bore some resemblence to her mother in the appearance of ivory splashes across her bodice, and azure tassles dipped in glowing gold sprouted from her neck and rump. What a stunning little creature. And so much like Mis, Anzanie thought fondly. Her pools lit up with the love only a mother could give and she watched, entirely shocked and mystified by what she had done. She had brought a life into this world, and right now, Anzanie knew she had brought her into a beautiful and right world.
And then the little creature began to look around with her little moss pools, seemingly confused by everything. This made Anzanie smile the biggest smile. With a hushed voice she looked down upon her daughter and whispered gently, "It's okay little one, I am here for you. And I will never let anything happen to you," she continued, a flurry of emotions overwhelming her and the words came down her throat like something she was going to have difficulty swallowing simply from the joy of what was happening to her, "It's going to be you and me, my darling, us. You will have the happiest childhood and the happiest life in this world, in Helovia. Oh my..."
And throughout she had not noticed the creature who had rushed to her side in her time of need: Misael. The brightly coloured brute was here, and it had not quite clicked until Anzanie heard the gentle words from the voice she would always recognise. Slowly, the fae turned her pretty little neck to allow her skull to face him, with the sudden realisation throwing shock into her pools as she remembered Misael had not known of their child. But right now, his words were comforting and the most wonderful thing besides their daughter. She stretched her velveteens into his nuzzle, letting her brute's embrace throw her into jubilation. She smiled and spoke to him, "Mis, you are here. And no, she's beautiful like you, so beautiful," she then reached into his lobe to whisper another sentence, "And I've missed you so so much..." The pain of whispering such words of truth pierced through her pale mossy pools as she uttered her heart to him. They were a family, and Anzanie couldn't be happier.
But who was it that stood before them, but her dearest friend, Tembovu. With a warming smile she welcomed him into her little family, "Tembovu, I am so glad you are here, I thank you for your kind words," she continued with the same high pitched voice tainted with the wonders of the world, "I had hoped you were here, and here you are."
It had not crossed Anzanie's mind that whilst she had been so caught up with Misael that Tembovu had inspected her child, to which Anzanie frantically began licking to dry her off from the horrendous afterbirth, nurturing and making sure that she was okay. It was not everyday that she would do this. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she was going to give her daughter the best. The Edge's Glacier had one more responsbility, but this was the greatest responsibility any creature could be gifted: the responsbility of life...
But Tembovu's last words shook her back to attention, and Anzanie instantly curled up within her thoughts to find the perfect name for her child. She glanced at her love, Misael, wanting his approval as she indirectly spoke to him, "She is Viserra."
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[OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay! I now have internet and I hope to have covered everything in this! Isn't this exciting :D]
It didn't take long for the golden filly to register that the mare laying beside her was her mother, her voice was the same as the one that had talked to her beyond her rose walls, no longer muffled by the soft sinew that kept her safe. She promised her happiness and more, the best childhood she could imagine, she didn't know what that meant as she had just spent a few precious moments in this vast new world. Viserra could only endlessly wonder. A tiny whinny escaped the little foal, mustering up as much excitement as her tired body could muster for her mother as her white dipped muzzle extended to try and touch the much larger one infront of her.
Their mother-daughter moment is broken by the sound of a giants hooves, or what she thought was something gigantic, as much as she wants to instinctively flinch and shy away, she battles against it and stands defiant against her instincts. Already proving to be strong willed. Her delicate neck curled like her mothers, and seafoam pools widen in surprise at the size of the multi-colored leviathan that greets her. Was that her father? the way mother spoke to him said as much and the small tug in her chest also sang it. So she extended the same, excited whinny as she had before but towards her pa.
Another soon joins, and her neck cranes again to take him in. He's as giant as her pa, and she stared up at him intently as he looks over her. Another one of their family? But as she looked to her parents she decides he's not, but he's a friend, by what her mothers kind words say to him.
The adults were talking among themselves, her small, delicate ears perked forward to try and listen. To try and understand what they were saying to one another, eventually she gave up. Her legs were going numb from being sat down too long and her back end is sudden in it's urge to push her up onto her gangly legs that nearly topple her over. Viserra huffed her annoyance out of her velveteen nostrils and wobbled in the precarious position for a moment longer before she lurched her front legs up.
up up up. she whispered to herself internally, until she was on four legs and not so wobbly. A look of triumph flashes on her marked skull and she turned to look at them all as her tail flicked side to side — practically vibrating from her own pride. She took her first tentative steps, trying to hide her nervousness under a mask of false confidence. The golden pillars hold her weight, with the occasional wobble and shake her and there, as she stomps forward and around the three. It'd take her a little while longer yet for her to find her grace and femininity.
She is Viserra. Her eyes go back to her mother, and her velvet's part with a small, pleased smile at the name. Though it is almost immediately interrupted with a lurch from her starving belly, the smile goes to one of mild shock that a sound that loud had come from her petite frame and she anxiously looks to her mother.
01-13-2016, 11:04 PM (This post was last modified: 01-13-2016, 11:06 PM by Misael.)
He was glad to see that the painted had not forgotten of him, her words reassuring any trace that he was not remembered. Anzaine spoke of her longings, and the chromed realized as the kind words soaked into him, that he too had missed his soft spoken woman. He had not seen her since that night, a night that's result was laying bundled up in palomino and blue stripes. He was sure that this new responsibility, new status would hit him eventually, but for now the mood was too tender to be ruined by his fears of fatherhood. He would not ruin this moment that was so special to her, to him. "It has been too long my dear." He agreed softly, goldens warm and bright on the pales of Anzaine.
Quickly, as steps fills the air, does his eyes shoot to any who might be threatening. His nostrils flare as the scent of a male enters then, golds glaring. He started to raise to his feet, but by the words of Anzaine the large cream was to be of no worry. He still eyed the stranger, wondering what correlation he had to Anzaine, protectiveness something he valued greatly. The elephantly man seemed polite enough though, and the beast relaxed back down to her side, a "thank you," escaping from midnight lips.
The movement of his precious creation tore his gaze away from the man and back to his treasure, the determined side of the filly leaking through her first steps. Wanting to be there, for her shoulder to lean on, he lurches forward, hooves melting into the sands as he nears the child. Miseal walks beside her, neck tight and arched as he watched her intently, a joyed smile crossing his face as he looks back at Anzaine in all of her stunning beauty. Even after childbirth, the fae holds a luring grace about her, that very glow had drawn him in so long ago and still, she could not be denied beauty.
It was then that the man(who was irritably taller then himself) spoke, questioning Anzaine of the name of their child. He looks then, brow arching as she thinks, her answer gaining a look of approval, eyes switching back to the greens of Viserra. "Viserra my daughter, welcome to the world." He spoke tenderly, enjoying the sight of her independent marches around the three horses that had somehow crossed fates and landed together, a family. Miseal was no family man, but as his golds flickered from jade to moon, he knew that he would try his best to be everything that she dreamt of. Miseal was no family man, but he was a man of his word, and he promised himself this.
Returning back to the place where he belonged; Anzaine's side, he nestled his nose in her mane, he was her protector, her companion, her lover, and anything she wanted him to be he would strive to be so. "I am so very proud of you Anz."
At the intimate caresses shared between Anzanie and the striped stallion, a thread of unease weaves through his barrel. Was he intruding? He had wanted, needed, to ensure Anzanie foaled safely, and that the filly was indeed alive. But now… Anzznaie’s welcome words assuages his qualms and a smile crosses his muzzle. He drops his gaze to see the little one, Viserra, crane her head to look at him, before wobbling up onto too-long legs with too-big knees. His smile grew as he watched the foal’s antics, feeling his own heart swell in his chest. He was so awed by the creation of new life.
He nods once towards ‘Mis’ (as Anzanie called him), in response to his thanks, then turns his attentions towards the sweat-streaked mother, “Viserra is a lovely name.” His low voice rumbles with humor as he sees the anxious look and hears the growling stomach of the wobbling filly. Without hesitation, his giant head drops and he takes a half-step closer to the little Viserra. Broad, whiskered muzzle invades the filly’s space, seeking to guide her towards her mother’s flank.
But then he remembers himself, that this is neither his family nor his foal, as Mis verbally reminds him of it, “Viserra, my daughter, welcome to the world.” Ears tilt backwards in reservation as he retreats a few steps backwards, massive ivory hooves creating great hoof prints in the sand. His head marginally raises, still lowered beneath his withers, as his gaze flickers away from the happy trio and towards the direction of the Edge’s cliffs— he can barely make them out in their shroud of fog. “I am glad it was a safe birthing and a healthy foal, my friend,” his quiet bass rolls above the gentle crash of waves, revealing the reason for his presence here. Gaze returned to Mis, “You will see her safely back to the Edge?” His question was more of a command, as the King awaits and answer before departing the new family, a small ache blooming in his barrel.
Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Such beauty. Such youth. Anzanie was in awe of the moment, watching her golden daughter with beautiful azure pools that were so innocent. A small whinny rose from her tiny chest and Anzanie tried to pull her closer in a frenzy of love and commitment. Viserra was perfect.
But what made the moment more special was the completion of the family reunion with the multi-hued stag present. Misael was looking handsome in Anzanie's pale pools and the heat he produced seemed to spread over the mother and child pair like a shroud of physical love. His words hit her like a train that she'd welcomed like nothing else, and the splashed remained seated in her position on the ground beside what their passion had resulted in. His words towards Viserra touched Anzanie too, and the emotions inside her physically hurt her chest to the point that she could have screamed. It was beautiful and compelling. The exotic princess had not felt such love in all her life, even back in her homeland. I wonder what they would say if they could see me now, she wondered with a hint of longing.
In spite of her woes, the splashed dame could not deny that what she felt for Misael, and what he spoke of feeling for her, could one day make that wound heal. Her thoughts had been drawn back to reality as Misael spoke once more to him, his dark voice soothing in her lobes and his bodice very soothing on the pools:
"I am so very proud of you, Anz."
She nudged herself forward in order to embrace him once she set herself up to allow Viserra to suckle, making sure that she did not forget their bundle of joy. Her pools were glassy with emotions and her voice tiny and soft, "I am proud of us, Mis. We did this."
Her attentions were soon drawn back to her closest friend in the Edge, the King. He almost appeared to look out of place, but Anzanie laughed at her massive friend trying to guess what he was thinking, "Welcome to the family, Temb." After all, the fae felt she could call him family after everything. She watched curiously as he began to make his way towards the golden filly, inquistive and seemingly wanting to help. And Anzanie wanted to let him, wanting to give Tembovu a piece of what her and Misael were experiencing in this time. She remembered how she watched her friend do the same with little Hera, the nursing filly and how fatherly he had been. But she knew that being Viserra's father, Misael would object to any sort of interruption.
But before she could gesture towards her friend, he stopped himself and once again congratulated her for a healthy foal, to which she smiled and replied, "And I thank you for being here for me too, Tembovu." And then he turned to leave the trio after his last sentence asking her to escort Viserra back to the Edge safely. She nodded silently and with warmth, watching him go. He's still alone, Anzanie's mind toyed with sadness again. Yet in this moment Anzanie was then allowed to turn her thoughts, her love and her attention back to the reasons to live now. Her lover and her daughter...
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