"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.
So much lately, I have been around others. I haven't really had a moment to myself. That is, until now. I couldn't take it anymore. The meeting on the edge of the Throat sands had been the last straw. No sooner than I had made my escape back into the herd, I was off. With a running start and a push from my hind legs I took to the sky. My wings extend without thought or intent. I just needed to get out of here. To get away for just a little while.
I soar in and out of the clouds for the longest time. The coolness of the air helps to clear my head. I decide to head back to where everything truly began for me, the Heart Caves. I had arrived as a child, barely able to be on my own. Helovia had been dark, like nighttime all the time. I remember being afraid, but at the same time sure that I was supposed to be here.... Now, I am not so sure. For years I have wandered this place. For years I have been alone. Sure I have friends. But I have never found the family that I was supposed to find. I am beginning to doubt I ever will.
Just as easily as I took off, I land. The click of my hooves against the cold stone is almost soothing. Not that the sound of sand under my hooves wasn't... It just meant that I had responsibilities to handle as well. Ones that clearly I have never held that well at all. Maybe I should just stay here. Stay here, in the caves. Become an outcast. After all, what do I have to lose?
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They had drawn closer to this 'Dragon's Throat', he and Sikeax, although her abominably slow pace had him practically frothing at the mouth. He couldn't fault her for her lack of wings, but the relentlessly glacial progress they had made could drive a stallion to madness. Not that he wasn't already there, mind, although he still couldn't quite come to terms with what the horned(that... took some getting used to) mare had claimed was a companion, and not in fact the subject of his insanity. Regardless, the pace had swiftly bored him, and whenever they halted for the day he was off, wings carrying him to places his hooves could not.
It was on one of these little excursions that he found it. A pit of broiling lava, the heat powerful enough to be felt even in the air(and made quite a few fun thermals that he played with), and another winged horse.
Hallelujah!
Honestly he hadn't given much thought to what it'd be like if this 'Dragon's Throat' had only those like Sikeax, and he hadn't had the thought to ask her about it prior.
Anyway, back to the... the pegasus had disappeared. Blinking in startled surprise, the stallion swooped lower, away from the thermals as he circled, searching for sign of the other winged creature. Azeeza whistled past, easily finding the crevice to the caves far better than he could. The black descended, landing upon the stony floor and gazing into that narrow passage, the feathers between his wings ruffling in agitation.
Oh, he was curious indeed... but wasn't too sure about going underground. He hesitated there, shifting and swaying in place with his indecision before he charged forward, hooves clopping on the stone. So much for silence and subtlety. Azeeza chose to remain outside, wheeling in the sky above as vigil as her bonded descended into darkness.
It took him a few moments to adjust to the sudden darkness and cool air, and once he did the other pegasus came into focus, and he approached, ears pricked. "Now what is a beauty of the sky doing in the dank earth?" He questioned, shifting that his bulk wasn't barring the exit, in case she fled. He would rather not be trampled by a skittish mare, not in the dark and narrow space of this cave.
Bucephalus the Morningstar
My revolution carries me...
My revolution sets me free...
The darkness of the caves comforted my shy soul. It's not that I dislike the light and sand of the Throat. That is the home of the God I have worshiped all my life. It makes sense for my to live out my days there. But at the same time, after being around so many for so long... The quiet and darkness that the caves gave allowed me to relax. The click of my hooves against the stone floor became a sweet rhythm to my ears. So much so, that I failed to notice that mine were not alone. So of course the voice that was suddenly behind me well, startled the hell out of me.
"Now what is a beauty of the sky doing in the dank earth? Almost at once I could feel my magic flowing freely in my veins. I could use it to by myself time... I spun around, slightly to fast. I stumbled, but recovered as gracefully as I could. It was almost a bowing motion, which given who was standing there would of almost been fitting. I was not prepared to see the stallion that stood before me. "Bucephalus." The tone of relief and surprise was clear in my voice. After all I am here alone. He even had left space for me to run. Would he remember me? After all it has been a long time since we had delivered news to the Basin together. Or been at any herd meeting that is. But the gold and black stallion had been, what was the word Gaucho used a few times? I don't remember. But he was family. Part of the Throat.
However with my own shy personality I nervously, shift backward. After all I could be wrong and this wasn't him at all. Just someone who looked familiar. Shift my weight back and forth, left to right. Do I run? I needed the alone time, but what if the company of just one other was also something I needed. Memories flood my mind of patrolling the caves with Cera. It was the first time he seemed to realize I wasn't a child anymore. I want to be seen as an adult. I want to well, be wanted.... "I come to think, clear my head... What brings you here?"
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The black watched in amusement as the mare spun, recovering herself with a graceful bow that he returned with a dip of his head, lips curling in a wry smile. Now this was most certainly an interesting way to be gree-
Bucephalus
... Really? She knew his name as well? Did everyone know his name?
"You mate. A lot. Was good man in Throat, many know name in desert. Call you Morningstar." Azeeza was far too smug and amused by the stallion's irritation at this new information. How ridiculous was it that he was named 'The Morningstar'? His ears pinned back just the slightest as he digested this, golden eyes regarding the mare before him, trying to draw memory forth at the sight of her face.
But neither he, nor Zee, really recognized her.
His keen eyes noticed her shuffling, the subtle nuances of her skittishness, and once again his smile returned, and he shifted further to the side to give her room. "Now we have quite the problem here... You know my name, yet I do not know yours." His head tilted, and he braved a step closer to her, pausing at her question.
"I was following you, I thought it strange that someone with wings would go into the ground." He grinned, unfurling a wing slightly to gesture around them. "Now there are two winged creatures in the earth. Shall we take this discussion topside?" Not that he'd ever admit it but... being underground, being here surrounded by stone... It had his back twitching, his feathers rustling with anxious movements at the confinement.
No longer giving her a chance to agree or not, the stallion gestured with a toss of his head for her to follow as he turned, ascending up the crevice, hooves scraping the stone for purchase until finally... fresh air, the breeze in his mane and feathers. For a moment he soaked it in, then moved aside that his company might follow. Azeeza alighted upon his withers once he was as still as he ever could be, her golden eyes ignoring everything but their surroundings, keeping watch for them both.
Bucephalus the Morningstar
My revolution carries me...
My revolution sets me free...
His ears pinned back, and I wanted to run almost at once. My entire body in fact tensed as if ready to do so. Apparently he could tell as he shifted to the side a bit more to give me the room to run past. That's where he was wrong. If I was going to run, i'd run into the caves not out of them. But then he spoke again and I was reassured that my memory of the gold and black stud was correct. "Now we have quite the problem here... You know my name, yet I do not know yours." I sighed softly. "My name is Amani." I feel bad that he doesn't remember me, am I really that easy to forget?
Mentally, I can feel myself spiraling down. I want to cry. I want to just lay down and cry and never get back up. But I can't do that. I need to find my family. I want to start a family of my own. But he speaks again and I feel my mind just caving in to his suggestion. "I was following you, I thought it strange that someone with wings would go into the ground." I should be alarmed that he was following me, but his grin keeps me from reacting at all. He gestures with his wing and all I can think about was being tucked safety under the wings of my parents and Cera. "Now there are two winged creatures in the earth. Shall we take this discussion topside? He doesn't give me a choice as he turns and moves up and out of the cave.
I follow him, why I do not understand but I do. My safety was in the caves. I am not a talented flyer. I never have been as I had to teach myself to fly. So if I decided to bolt and the Morningstar gave chase... Well he would have me fairly easily. A part of me wanted to be worth enough to be chased and pursued. My hooves dug in and pulled me from the darkness of the cave and back into the light. I should feel safe here. After all, the light was from the sun, which was given to us all by the God of the Sun himself. "So, now what?" I flicked my tail slightly and, oh crap. It may not be BirdSong but I knew the smell of my own heat all to well. Guess it had arrived earlier. Explains why I am so moody lately. But now, would he notice the smell too?
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