"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.
"I still think you're ridiculous. And I'm insane for talking to you."
The falcon simply gave the stallion a flat stare, and returned to her preening. Shaking his head, Bucephalus turned and began examining the area the bird had lead him to, golden eyes narrowed in confusion.
'Remember. Now.'
He didn't know much about the bird save she was a she, called herself Azeeza, and was pretty sure she was an output for his insanity. Birds didn't talk. Yet, he talked back.
So he was insane. Figured, made a lot of sense really.
'No insane. Just stupid.'
"Will you shut up already? I should be able to make you shut up, you are speaking in my head."
'Try featherbutt.'
"Of all the maddening voices to be stuck with, I had to create a comedian. That's nice. Delightful, really." Buce snorted, turning to look at the bird again before he began walking away, examining the stone structure before him. It was.... beautiful, really. Serene at the very least, the way the stained glass glittered and caught the sunlight was hypnotic, and his refined face lifted towards the light, wings unfurling just the slightest to feel the warm light on his feathers.
Azeeza watched her bonded closely, but could see that didn't click for him. Frustrated, she clacked her beak and resisted the urge to dig her talons into the stone. For nearly a season after the accident she had tried to spark his mind again, with memories and physical places.
And. It. Wasn't. Working.
"Someone feels cranky. What, no magic moment? No glitter? Shame. Everybody likes glitter." The black turned his head to look at Azeeza, smiling. Even if she was an embodiment of his madness... he couldn't bare the sight of her so frustrated. Turning away from the enchanting ruin, he walked over and lowered his head, pressing the crown of his poll against her silken skull. "I know you secretly want me just for the glitter. Using me, how unlady-like."
Azeeza made an odd noise suspiciously like a 'hmph', before lifting her head to run her beak through his forelock, frustration melting as a relaxing sort of peace fell over them both.
If this was madness... well, he could be worse off.
At least this madness had a chance for wit and sparkly things.
Snow sweeps over the ground, drawing it’s skin over the world, stretched thin until it almost runs out of mass and begins to give up. It brings more of it’s ashes down from the sky like a spray of tears and misery. Cold air nips at her thick hide with it’s teeth slowly sinking deeper. Hobgoblin snorts, rolling across the white body in boredom. “Too cold. Go home. Zhu need.”
How do you know that Zhu needs us?
“Zhu with Monster. Monster not good for baby. Zhu need.”
Worry strikes her like a brick wall and she can feel him smile, purring out low groans, knowing damn well that he’s won in manipulating her into returning home. There was food, easy food more importantly, back in the Dragon’s Throat, and he could gorge himself with the fresh stock of winter sea life driven south.
Some weeks, he even choose to leave to for days at a time, only returning with a full belly to watch as Sikeax let Zhu cough, tired of the constantly draining sensation of her fear. The child would be okay, but Sikeax was weak in the heart and in the soul for it, and thus Hobgoblin exploited this at every chance. Even the mere thought of something happening to Zhu worried her. Spending some more time out won’t hurt. Amara will take care of him well.
“Monster bad. Monster bring no good. Monster hurt Zhu.”
She can’t help but feel her heart break, hoping that someone else was with them, that someone would be able to save her son in case something was to go wrong. Amara was loaded gun with no safety that randomly fired, shooting without thought as of what it might hit. “Zhu need Si-”
Let’s go. We’ll stop at the Rotunda.
His body explodes into something more agile, trading in blubber and fat for a lean, agile body of black fur and long legs, yellow eyes that seemed to dig deep into her soul with the intentions of pain each and every time. Zhu will be okay.
She follows with impatience, before long forcing his Serval form to be thrown atop her back so that she could move them along quicker. Her son would be okay, Zhu would be untouched when she came home, waiting for her impatiently and more than happy to see her, making his odd, distorted sounds of happiness, all of it for her, for all the efforts she’s made to make sure he gets the best of life, all of it for- Buce?
“Who Buce?”
Insanity damns her. Maybe it’s all the time alone with an almost deaf child, a mare with a hidden bloodlust with no known triggers and a mind shared with a monster, but she can feel it creeping in. Bucephalus is standing there, near her, within her own eyesight, speaking to a bird she can faintly remember, acting as if he doesn’t understand the workings of a bond.
Speech between them did occur as it did with her and Hobgoblin, right? The words that splatter from his ebony lips don’t match the beauty and fashion of the ones they once shared. Now, they seem to replace themselves with nonsense and little meaning, no longer fluttering with intelligence and sweet, calming grace that she’d rarely gotten to experience in this world. It’s even a miracle that she hasn’t come down to her brother’s level of speaking with how long she’s had to listen to it.
There’s a slight urge to leave, to head on home like this meeting(or sighting) never occurred, that Bucephalus as of right now is nothing more than a figment of her imagination, driven to insanity through the worry that Zhu relentlessly brings to her.
But she’ll take a chance, and try to trust Amara.
“Buce? Is that you?”
How many times has she said that recently with the inklings of insanity haunting her every step? Is this what motherhood brings to the table? Was Rikyn, Cera, and now Buce, all but hallucinations she wasn’t meant to have?
Even his bird is there, so it must be real.
“Where have you been?” Her voice carries like a soft song, searching out to him when her entire body is to set to run, fearing him because this isn’t the Bucephalus she knows. Hobgoblin watches with blind, arrogant curiosity that tempts him to chuckle, thrashing a long, black tail with decaying grace. He takes the moment to wonder what the bird will taste like.
The first click of her hoof against the floor comes to her ears like a thousand screaming banshees, heralding her towards death and the possibility of never reaching her son again.
OOC: Hobgoblin's earlier mentioned form is a Leopard Seal and the current form at meeting Buce is a Black Serval.