"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.
With his gaze locked on Hotaru's hocks, he saw every delicate shift of her hooves. He saw her shy maneuvers and they drew his eyes up. Black pits, painted with an indelicate sheen, looked over her with something Ashamin didn't recognize. Was it anger? Was it sorrow? Was it need?
Even though the haruspex wasn't surprised that Hotaru resisted him, he felt his heart skitter with impatience regardless. His head shook, quicker than hers, and he stepped closer to her insistently. "No, Hotaru," he said, denying his own lack of knowledge, "you don't know what I'm saying. Which is why I need you to listen."
The painted buck moved closer to his lady. On the outskirts his companions stilled, ceasing their circle and leaving delicate tracks in the frost.
"Hotaru. I told you about the bird, didn't I?" He asked the question needlessly, and snorted as soon as he finished. "No, why ask? I know I did. I've never told anyone about it but you," he said with an ache in his heart, a dull fire in his chest that burned so much it threatened to extend outwards, to light up, to glow.
Threatened so much that within moments it did.
"That story belonged to my father. I cannot tell you if it is true, but..." again Ashamin found his throat catching, just as it had when he had first told Hotaru the tale "...I choose to believe it. I really do. And maybe that makes me a fool, or a romantic, or--"
The haruspex stopped, finding himself unable to speak. His chest began to glow softly, but not with enough strength for him to see. He took another step, he extended his neck. Ashamin felt his eyes roll as he reached for the comfort of Hotaru--the comfort of his great goddess the bird.
"I want to be the mountain that cradles you. And I know it's not my place, that you're a queen and I'm only a stargazer, but the mountains rose to greet the first snowfall, and..." Words, for the first time in so long, failed him completely. How could he explain to her how deeply he felt? Ashamin's chest burned and glowed--his magic crackled, showing electric veins in his heart where a manifestation threatened to appear.
Show, Lochan said softly in their bond. Ashamin looked down to see the glowing of his chest, to hear the electric sparking of his power. He didn't have time or the clarity of mind to wonder about the magical marking Hotaru had given him. Lochan was right; Ashamin just had to show her what he saw.
The haruspex stepped away, dragging his face from her shoulder if she had allowed him to touch it. His eyes shut and his magic reached for the mare, pulling from the heart in her chest the beauty that the painted buck saw. Within moments it appeared, an electric vision: the bird in the sky, the mythical swan-like beauty that had fallen and made the earth move.
"Please" he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. His own heart, something so lost that it had no form, surrounded the bird in an embrace of spark as he spoke. "I need you to see what I see. Please... don't be afraid to fall."
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
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