"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.
comets fell from the sky,
I took your breath, you took my sorrow
He had been to the war-won lands of the east, and he had mused upon the battles of the gods. He had moved through his land silently, objectively watching those within the borders and how they interacted with those around them. He had cast his gaze across the formations and found them lacking. The season had changed quietly, and brought along with it the nip of impending Frostfall. They were safe and secure - momentarily - in the alliances they had struck with the herds around them. But Kaj was not content. He was not assured by these evanescent, mercurial ties that could change as quickly as one's word. He was dissatisfied, uneasy, and he would not allow that emotion to fester within his mighty breast any longer than he had to.
Archibald was not of concern here, as he stood upon the grassy knoll of the meeting area. Kaj knew that how he stood now, made whole and purged of a major weakness, they would see even more eye to eye. There was no need for conference, not when he could see the fault lines in the bedrock, the impending chasm that would split the moment the earth shook around them. And that earthquake would come, for it always did. But when it came, Kaj would be sure that the herd - the family - beneath his reign would be prepared. They would fall no longer, they would not live up to the literal name of their sanctuary. Kaj would ensure it, whether it killed him or not.
His might frame swelled with air and with frustration, expelled on a bellow of words that raced to every corner, rebounding off cliffs and trailheads to herald his words to all with keen ear. "FAMILY OF THE FALLS, COME TO ME!" He would not call them by any other name, for they were not citizens or members. Their cohesion meant their survival, and Kaj could not care less whether they griped and moaned about having to hold hands and play nice with the child next to them. The hard decisions lay upon his and Archibald's backs, and while they were strong enough to weather them, they were hardly ever appreciated. But they would thank him in time, when their family unit lent them loyalty and trust. When those attributes secured them triumph even when the tide of battle seemed to go against them.
He stared out at them, critical and silent, wings drawn tight against his body in a language that portrayed and projected his stiff, minor displeasure. The Aurelight awaited their gathering, and only spoke when the shuffle of hooves fell to the quietest their masses could manage, and when Archibald stood stoic and present beside him.
"The new season is upon us. We remain. But we are faltering, and we are growing weak." He let his words fall like a heavy blanket upon them, watching their reactions, trying to find the passion within them so that he could speak to it and draw them back to the excellence he knew they could achieve. "We are lax, we are subdued. This land has never known peace for any long stretch of time, and we should never expect it! Where are our soldiers, sparring and growing stronger? Where are our patrols, our eyes and ears throughout the land? Where are the new members, ushered warmly in to become part of our family? Where is our passion? WHERE IS OUR FORTITUDE?" And he bellowed it, wings snapping briefly at his sides, wanting to stir them up and make them change. And he did not care if they cringed away from the truth that he presented, if the ones who were continuous in their efforts sneered at being placed within the masses. Their efforts could be praised, but he would not forsake the harshness necessary just to spare their individual prides.
"This land has known too much fallen blood, blood of loss! Blood of defeat!" He had orchestrated the defeat of its last reign, and he knew how easily it had fallen. How they always turned belly up and resigned, awaiting the final blow as if it did not matter any longer, that they had been waiting all along for someone to come along and defeat them. "We have always been the weakest member, the omega, the crippled stag. Now...now is not the time to let those same curses fall heavy upon our backs, to let the infection settle in early. I ask you now for your heart, for your pride in this land and those around you. I hold you to a higher level of excellence, and I vow here before you to hold myself to it as well." Kaj stepped forth beyond Archibald's shoulder, wondering if this would ever be enough. If they were strong enough to rise above the curse, once and for all, and leave the Falls a name to be rightfully remembered.
"While the snow buries life and the world turns in upon itself...we will be preparing. We will be growing stronger. So change. Do more. Do better. Accept nothing less of yourself than the best." And he fell to a somber silence, awaiting any input Archibald had as he stepped back to where he had started, knowing this was something he would never be convinced otherwise. And maybe now they looked upon him and did not recognize him, did not see Other Kaj but finally saw Kaj. But his mind would not change. Peace was never a time to grow quiet and submissive. For peace never lasted.
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