"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.
03-01-2016, 03:58 PM (This post was last modified: 03-04-2016, 06:32 PM by Zailah.)
Zailah
I do not know fear
The caves and caverns of the riptide isles had been her home for way too long. She had wondered amongst them as if there was no other world outside the currents of blue waters that surrounded her. She hadn't come in contact with another horse in so long it seemed. The darkness of her caves much to tempting, why make friends when you can live in the dark and not have to speak to anyone? But of course, somehow in her thoughts, a grumpy idea was dumb enough to tell her how her life would become nothing, would become rotted by the solitarily light casted only by her on the jagged rocks. So she peered out from her caves, blush eyes pulsing as she looked over the lands. All the lands that she had yet to explore, yet to cross over the tide and be free of the company of rock, which was no company at all for the magenta.
She set out, crossing over to everything that she knew little of. The pink queen was hasty in her travel, wanting only to find comfort in the darkness, for all the bursting colors and lights of this fresh scene was giving her a headache. Her body was slick with the salty water, glowing appendages pulsing in the starry night as her feet finally struck the soft sands of Helovia. It was dark, her body the only source of light besides the dim stars above, Zailah stuck out quite sorely in this cold night. Pulsing orbs searched for any signs of threat, or life at all. Surely there were others, and her travel to this isle was not a waste? Remembering her first entrance here, the mare did not fret, there were hundreds of creatures here, she would just have to wait until she came upon one. Exhaustion seeped into her body, the swim here was no easy one, so with an attempt to keep warm she trudged along the sea shore, searching for shelter in the little light of new beginnings.
OCC: Meet Zai! I love for someone to recruit her <3
She arrived here hours ago, desiring to be lulled by the beautiful heartbeat of the sea – the tumbling waves that tickle at her feathery ankles sends her brain quiet and her body relaxed. There she stands as a lonely silhouette on the beach, the wind playing with her thick ebony hair, her honey eyes closed, she dreams. Something wakes her and those bright golden gaze of hers flickers open to find a stranger clamoring out of the waves. At first Macaria thinks perhaps it is a vision or a mirage, or she is still dreaming, but no...there really is a vibrantly colored mare in front of her, freshly born of the waves. She watches the woman carefully for a moment and soon lets a whicker purr from her tightened pink lips, her muzzle extending with a silent hello.
Normally Mac would be bouncing from side to side, talking and tapping her feet restlessly – asking questions and more questions before answers could be given for the last. She doesn't feel that way right now though. Instead she feels calm, curious still (always), but subdued.
Her dapples begin to ignite and crackle across her back, shoulders and neck. Sparks erupt softly at first and then a little more with each passing second. They snap from her skin and float dance a short lived little ballet before falling to the ground where they sizzle out in the cold sand. Her ears are drawn straight up and her head stretched out with inquisitiveness about the mare peeling out of the freezing waters. One of her golden eyes remains hidden beneath a swath of her long forelock, the other watches the stranger with wonder. Her long tail takes it's normal position, trailing her with it's cloudy plume slowly tossing back and forth.
03-21-2016, 08:31 PM (This post was last modified: 03-21-2016, 08:32 PM by Zailah.)
Zailah
I do not know fear
The waves cast some sort of spell on her, it is one of peace and serenity, something that the Queen had to take advantage of. It seemed that her rule in the Rift had always been full of chocking gases of warfare and disease. This was not to say that she was thankful for her moving here, for even the beauty of Helovia could not soothe the sadness and heartbreak that rested within loosing everything you built, everything you've loved, and everything you've become. She missed it so much, it was almost overwhelming and the magenta wanted to quit, wanted to end this misery, for falling into a sleep of peace, well it was always easier then dealing with the pains and trails of new places and things.
Zailah wouldn't let that happen, she couldn't. For as much as the reaper cast his shadow on her glowing skin, she knew that her family was watching, wherever they slept in the heavens abroad. She would preserve, she would try, for only then could she look upon the faces of her children, of her legacy and know, that she had done well. She looked up to the sky then, a soft, delicate smile lacing upon her lips, I can do this.
The sound of another's presence startled her back into this surreal world, her blush eyes searching for the conjurer. Her orbs fell upon a filly then, some sort of magic popped and sparked off her coat. She was slightly wary at first, but Zailah knew that she could not cast any bitterness to children, they were only children after all. So with the best motherly smile she could offer(which wasn't much, as her heart ached at the sight and spirt of children) she neared the young gray mare. "What is your name dear child? Are you lost?" She asked, a strange concern leaking from her usually guarded words.
OCC: Yay for getting caught up on posts! Zai is in a bit of a rough mindset right now and I'm also trying to figure out her character so give me a little bit <3
03-31-2016, 01:09 PM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2016, 01:09 PM by Macaria.)
i've got my feet on the ground
and i don't go to sleep to dream
When the mare's pale eyes snap onto the filly she can almost feel it. Mac stares on, trying to read the stranger's expression, her reaction to someone breaking the peace of her solitude. Her steely tail whips like a cats, tossing its bright plume back and forth. This mare seems undisturbed, but something clearly hides behind her crystalline eyes.
Macaria's sparks are starting to drain of their power now, weakening and fading away quickly. The wind carries away any that manage to ignite, whisking them out into the foggy ocean waves. The approaching dawnlight brings with it a storm that has been brewing in open waters for a week or so. Lightening strikes in the distance, accompanied by the booms of faraway thunder. The baby's attention goes to the waves and the churning seas for a moment and a dreamy smile spreads across her rosy lips. “I love the sea-storms.” Her golden gaze finds the magenta woman, “They'll be here by morning, I bet.” She refers to the sunrise that is still a few hours away.
The sand around them glimmers with the ocean-strangers bright colors. She doesn't seem to outright glow, but something about the otherwordly shade of her fur brings her surroundings to life with a faint mist of purplish pink. The moons light finds her well and gives her vibrancy even more liveliness. Mac has never seen anyone equal to her colors or the markings across her coat, she proves to be one of the most interesting looking strangers Macaria has come across in her short life..so far.
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