"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.
These are the noises that are forced from the beast’s maw, gaping and tongue lolling, lips quivering, trying to catch the breath to find the words he so desperately needed to say.
His brother’s name was spoken on nothing more than a whisper, a stuttering, fearful croak of muffled syllables and hoping against hope, praying, that the Dauntless would hear them. But how? His words were softer than the caress of a butterfly wing, delicate and tender, but terror kept his throat from spewing anything any louder. Who else could be listening?
It was growing closer to nightfall and the shadows were beginning to grow within the trees. Glowing golden eyes regarded the vegetation around him as though the very shadows would reach out and grab him, shifting from hoof to hoof, but he could not move from his spot. He stood upon the borders of the Hidden Falls, but even though his brother had granted him entrance once before into the land he reigned over, Vincent was not so presumptuous to think he could simply walk in without invitation. And so, he stood, trembling, tail tucked close to his rump and ears swiveling like mad at every sound.
Next to his left side curled up against the thick trunk of the giant’s leg, was Claribel, whose large brown eyes regarded the form of her bondmate with concern. Vincent’s glowing eyes looked down to the Wolfhound, glancing away from the twisting shadows only momentarily to the canine.
“We m-must be… Be q-quiet.” Vincent uttered, his stuttered words no louder than if he was simply breathing them. “He… He w-will come.”
Maybe.
Claribel seemed less impressed with the idea of simply waiting as darkness fell for someone to stumble upon them. She was cold from the Orangemoon chill, and hungry, and standing out here instead of calling for her bondmate’s twin would not get them to warmth, safety, or fat bellies any faster. The canine heaved a breath, glanced about, and promptly whined, which grew louder into a howling yelp. The frozen silence around them carried the sound as clear as day, across the trees to where Archibald or maybe even Loretta may hear, and the suddenness of it all caused Vincent to jump. Golden eyes glowed fiercely in his fear, bright and nearly illuminating, and immediately he shushed the Wolfhound.
“S-Shh! N-Not so l-l-l-loud! They will c-come… S-She will come.”
Because that was the most terrifying thing of all. Her. Quiet, quiet, they had to be quiet. Not a breath. Not a sound.
I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left.
I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest.
Loretta caught the scent before Archibald did, and the flashing image of the lanky grey pup was so fast and blurry that the Dauntless was taken by surprise. The crimson and cream malamute took off into the forest before the behemoth lifted his incredible head from his grazing spot. "Loretta!" He called, eyebrows furrowing before he followed her. She was heading for the border of the land, for the main entrance. Dark ears flicked back into his thick mane as he followed, brambles tugging at his huge feathers. The stallion grumbled for a moment before breaking through the trees and laying his eyes on the familiar phantom.
"Vincent..." Archibald breathed, stopping cold in his tracks, large and imposing before his quivering twin.
Loretta did not stop. Instead she let out a snarl, a dark snarl that could only be followed by one action: dominance. Quickly the malamute sprang for the taller, skinnier pup. Her teeth aimed to grasp onto the grey dog's scruff, her muscled body lifting in an attempt to pin the younger sister beneath her. The hair along her spine rose like a red mountain ridge, ending in a straight, erect tail. She continued to snarl, to growl and feel so many emotions it made her body shake. How dare you leave me, you bitch. Manhattan is dead and you're standing here so pretentious! I'll end you! Gods, sister, don't leave me again. Don't leave, don't leave, doN'T FUCKING LEAVE ME AGAIN!
"Brother." Archibald breathed again, voice deeper and bolder and warmer. Despite the feuding curs, the behemoth moved towards his equally monstrous twin, reaching out with pale lips to touch the thick curvature of Vincent's left shoulder. "Where have you been?" He asked, lifting his head to look upon a star-marked face, filled with fear and doubt. "I thought you drowned in the floods of the Earth God. I saw you last with Abraham, on the mission the Earth God had given us." Archibald took another step toward his wombmate, ears pinning into his mane, his own emotion mixing with Loretta's. Quickly, but lightly, the Czar attempted to land a bite on his brother's neck, just behind his throat. "Stop running from me."
I raised myself.
My legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.
Sharp, glowing eyes were so focused on the dancing, twisting shadows that when a crimson form suddenly lunged from the brush, Vincent balked, his hulking, massive frame stumbling over himself and nearly falling to the ground. The beast's movements were rocky and uncertain, the subtle glow of his eyes increasing dramatically to a blinding light, and he truly had no idea what was happening as the sanguine form lunged for Claribel.
The said Wolfhound yelped in surprise, terror coursing through her veins as she was tackled and pinned, sharp jaws clamping firmly - but never harmfully - upon her scruff, tail instinctively tucking tight between wirey back legs. I'm sorry! Where he goes, I follow! I'm sorry, sister, but I will not leave him alone! Loretta. This was Loretta, her scent familiar and internal screams even more so, but while Claribel recognized her, Vincent did not.
He was hulking, heaving, terrified of the crimson beast that seemed to be attacking Claribel. Vincent's maw hung open, tongue nearly lolling, great, gasping breaths escaping his lips as terror struck him to his core. No. No. No! He wanted to act, to fight, to defend her as the hounds tussled and rolled, but he was frozen and powerless despite his greater size. Madness clung at his mind, robbing him of sanity, and he was oblivious to Claribel's desperate cries to reach him through his mind-numbing terror.
Vincent! Vincent! It is Loretta!
No. No. Stop.
'Vincent...'
His voice cut through the madness, through the terror, stopping the black monster in his tracks. Wide eyes swiveled about, nostrils flaring, ears perked forward at attention, focusing on the shadow that manifested from the thick foliage, and Vincent was surprised to see that it was no monster, no demon, not Her, but Archibald.
Archibald...
"A-A-Arch...?" Trembling lips could not finish the Dauntless' name. Even though he was taller, Vincent would always be far more insignificant than his twin. Still, the dark King moved forward, asking questions of his own, and as Archibald slunk forward and pressed his maw to Vincent's shoulder, he instinctively leaned into the touch, reaching down, desperate to breathe into his brother's nostrils, to seek that comfort and warmth offered only by his womb-mate. "I-I... H-Hiding." Hiding. Always hiding. Archibald would not judge him. He would understand.
He always understood.
Trembling. Scared. Meek. "S-Sorry. So sorry." But it seemed that his apologies were not good enough. Or maybe they were, and Vincent simply couldn't believe it. Archibald latched onto his neck, muttering a demanding, 'Stop running from me,' and Vincent breathed out a quivering heave of air.
"I am n-not running from you," he whispered, the glow of his eyes beginning to fade as the two monstrous equines stood so intimately close to one another, his racing heart slowing, "N-Never you." Always Her. "I came to f-find you. I n-need you."
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