"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.
The last time she had ventured here had been to wage war on its people - the last remnants of Midas the Gallant. Even the name sat bitterly on her mind when she thought of his selfish refusal to join her sister. That wasn't love, no matter what he claimed. Love was jumping from the highest power to the poorest low, realizing that riches were found only in the arms of the other half of your soul. Love was leaving everything behind to be able to wake to eyes that swept you asunder in a single breath.
Normally other's problems belonged to them, and she didn't get involved. But Ktulu was her sister, her flesh and blood. She would tear down armies and commit murder in cold blood for her sibling without thought or hesitation. There was no question in her mind, and thus the fact that her thoughts were only bitter showed that she had let go of some of the anger she held toward the now-dead pegasus. He couldn't rise again to hurt anyone else, and she took satisfaction in that at least.
Ophelia gazed out, having some difficulty finding the entrance in this weather. She had been inside before, lead inside actually. Her tactics to breach this maze of a land had been good, and thus she was more aware of the hidden places than most. Finally, she laid eyes on it and let herself in, hoping that Archibald still lived here. If not, she could be in trouble, but it was a risk she was willing to take.
There, just inside the thick trees, she gazed out over frozen waterfalls, finding she liked this land much better this way. Even Tinek seemed relatively calm, and he landed on her back, sitting there peacefully as they let their thoughts flow freely between them.
"This winter breath, taste of death
Where iron meets flesh. we'll take it all"
Coding by Tamme with credits to Sevin | Art by Yewrezz
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
At least, she thought - hoped - she did. Cirrus had joined the Falls for many reasons - she had been on a journey where she had had to rediscover herself, to face the truth of her broken self - and realise that perhaps she wasn't as broken as she once was. Perhaps time enough had passed that the wounds had finally begun to scar over, that the pieces of her soul that were shattered and scattered had formed something resembling a whole once more - she was not perfect (who could ever claim to be so anyway?) but she was better.
Frostfall had paled the lands, muted the colours. Cirrus had been here before when Birdsong had coloured the lands vibrant greens and browns and colours - now it was as if someone had sponged the saturation of the lands without missing a single leaf, a branch, a blade of grass. The cloudmare herself was even muted - rainbows were not a common sight in these wintry times, and so her coat reflected nothing more than the heavy, snow-pregnant clouds that ruled the skies above.
It was a habit of her past, to scout the borders of her land - to patrol, to protect. Cirrus knew the Hidden Falls better from the skies above than the ground - though she would learn both equally well given enough time. But her position in the skies above gave her a clear advantage, an overview of everything - and since the herd meeting, she was able to identify most of those within her herd by sight alone. It was a comfort, to know them by face and name, even if nerves and time barely allowed her to know more than that. Soon, she promised herself, I will learn more about each of them.
So when she spied from the clouds above, a figure almost invisible against the snow below except for crimson streaks and the curious glitter of silver, Cirrus descended from her heights and landed with some aplomb in the path of the unicorn, creating waves of ivory ice and powder moving outwards from her battle-hardened form. Eyes the deep hue of a glacier turned to view the mare - Cirrus had been ready to question her harshly, to press her for answers (- Who are you and why are you here? -) but she paused as she actually looked at the figurine, and considered her.
It had been a rainy night, cold and unforgiving - and the storm that had raged inside Cirrus had been almost as bad as the storm that had raged all around her at the time. It had been years ago, when the wounds on her soul had been fresher, and she had been lost, on the cusp of choosing whether to stay within Helovia or to leave forever - it had been this mare's words that had catalysed her staying.
It had been this mare's words that had led her here, this many years later.
"I know you," Cirrus said simply, shifting her weight as she considered this - what? Intruder? Enemy?
Friend?
with love, Cirrus
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as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat
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Just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey.
Archibald the Dauntless
& Loretta the Fierce
Ophelia.
The name, the word, was simple. It rang through Archibald's mind, pressed there by his companion. The Dauntless lifted his impressive head, his steel-clad hoof stopping in midair. He had been digging through the snow to graze, and Loretta had been off the hunt. The pair was stopped in both of their efforts to fill their bellies, however, when the malamute's vision danced on the unicorn hybrid so closely colored to her. The dog trotted out from the snowy underbrush toward the once-queen before the pegasus dropped from the sky. Her maw opened, tongue rolling out of the side and over deadly teeth. The calm, nearly happy look that painted her face was supposed to be a welcoming sign to the Amaranthine. She was always welcome within these borders, and the malamute knew that well.
As Cirrus dropped from the sky, Loretta sidestepped away, though she put herself between the clouded roan and the grey. Loretta was ready to defend Ophelia against anyone who chose to do her harm. The Amaranthine and the Dauntless were bound by history, their friendship sealed with a lovely wax that would be hard to break. The loyalty in the cur's heart lay toward the one she knew well, even though the pegasus was a member of her master's herd. Loretta lowered her head, eyes narrowed some. "Stand down, Cirrus. Everything is calm." Archibald's deep voice rumbled as his massive shoulders split the snow-covered brush he stepped through. Snow fell heavy and wet to the ground, making a loose thudding noise. The behemoth nodded his incredible crown to the pegasus. "Thank you for your diligence." He commented, hoping to boost her will to continue to protect these lands.
Loretta's posture straightened, but she did not move from between the pegasus and the hybrid. Golden eyes swept down toward her momentarily, before moving up to place themselves calmly on Ophelia's mismatched eyes (so like his son's). "What brings you to our borders, Ophelia?" He asked outwardly, though his thoughts spun and weaved only for her mind: are you okay?