"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.
Eyes watch from afar, studying the structure. I was not easily found, hidden as I was in the brush, and that was how I preferred it. Hidden in my own world to study what surrounded me. Alone. Always alone.
And it suited me. I wasn't social, and I couldn't handle the small talk that came with others. The pointless and mindless chatter. It hurt the ears upon my crown, and made me want to strike out from boredom. My lack of trust didn't help. I expected the worst from those I was introduced too. It wasn't my fault, but it had been rammed into my brain from birth. Distrust was as natural as breathing to me.
After some time I become confident in my solitude and emerge from the brush to further study this ancient structure that was before me. Halfway out I halted and looked around, a soft billowing breath escaping my nose. I lifted my muzzle and sniffed the air, to be completely sure that I wouldn't be surprised. The wind blew softly, and nothing was coming downwind towards me. Slowly I continue on again, approaching the building, nose gently touching it smelling the old stones, and pushing weeds and vines away from the rough stone. My mind works and turns as I try to figure out how this thing was built, and how it stays standing for so long. Lost in thought I make the mistake of not paying attention to my surrounding world.
Fixation of a curious mind. The inner works of a engineer.
05-24-2016, 09:42 PM (This post was last modified: 05-24-2016, 09:42 PM by Misael.)
Miseal like being invisible, there was just something about lurking through the shadows and the rays and not thinking about whether your steps will give you away, or the bright shines of your skin won't reflect into the eyes of that who you spy upon. Today though, he did not spy, didn't seek to hide from the eyes of those who wished to see him, but rather enjoyed his magic.
The warming air and thick swamp aroma tickled his nares, singing their song of tangled vinery and muddy shores. There was something else that sang into his nostrils though, and it was the scent of a woman, the chromed beast could tell mare from wood instantly. He wanders deeper into the depths of the brown watered muck, the royal view of familiar colored glass and the woman he smelt among it's chipped and cracking stone.
His eyes followed the curve of her skin, it had been so long he felt, since he had really looked at a woman, watched the flutter of their lashes, in this case the pearls of her skin, the lining around her eyes and the shine in her hair. He laughed to himself, was she a stranger to the rotunda? It was pretty yes, but it was nothing too special the chromed thought.
Stepping on the steps and nearing the mare, he stood by her and shared her view of vines and shrubbery, allowing his magic to drop, the beast appeared from the thin of air, his deep voice rumbling from his vocals in a charming greeting, "Is the colored glasses new to you?" He asked, horned head tipping to her, "Miseal, pleased to be of company."
My senses failed me, and I wonder how he snuck up on me. I didn't hear him, and I didn't see him. I didn't even smell him, and yet his voice and body appeared by me suddenly. My ears fly backwards, as I skitter sideways, slipping on the stones, before regaining my composure. At least physically. My face contorts in confusion and anger. Pleased to be of company? Who the fuck did this ass chump think he was? I glared at him, and his brilliant colored coat. I lunged forward snapping my teeth at him. "I am not pleased! WHO SNEAKS UP ON SOMEONE LIKE THAT. You're lucky I don't crush your throat and watch you bleed out!"
My voice is rugged and rough as it comes out in loud volumes. It cracks at points, but it was the first time I had spoke in months, and for the first time it was very loud, and sudden. As I fall silent from my screeching, I am breathing hard, and staring at him. I am aghast that he could possibly think that was okay. Who did he think he was? In seconds I place him in a list in my head of questionable and idiotic. "Hell. I might still crush it. At least the world would be rid of such an idiot." Venom drips from my lips. I was taunting fate with my words that I threw at the stallion that towered over me. But I still challenged that he do something. Apologize for sneakung up on me and scaring the shit out of me at that.
And so hard turquoise eyes glare at him, demanding an apology for his idiocy.
OOC: So, I'm not sure how his magic works, I'm just assuming she can't hear/smell/see him.
Golden eyes watch in amusement as he watches the mare slip and glare, his brow merely perks as the mare lunges at him, the beast was a colossal, she well, wasn't. A wicked grin slips onto his midnight lips as her words echo off the ancient stone that surrounded them, the fiery light within the mare's orbs distracting him from the harshness of her words. Her voice splintered and wavered from pitch to pitch, causing only more laughter to spill into the chromed's eyes. He understood the need to place fear within another, the want to feel as if your voice and threats have power, so he steps back out of the kindness in his soul, not so much the spewed words of the woman.
"Well apparently, I do sweetheart. And would that be awfully unfortunate? I'm sure the stones would hate to be stained with blood." He chuckles, continuously finding this whole situation rather amusing.
The hard breaths of the mare fill the rotunda as silence begins to creep in, but it was to soon that he thought that she had calmed when more ((laughable)) threats dripped off her tongue. Was it just him, it was it not alluring when women were mad? "Darling the world wouldn't be rid of an idiot, much more a legend, I would be more careful as to whom you threaten dearie." Who was he to call himself a legend when he was far from, but who cared, he was having a bit of fun playing with the little ebonite doll. He allows his eyes to stare deeply within her own for a second, the line of his lips still curled in their banter. Laughing once more, he simmered down, "I'm sorry, just a little fun with magic is all. I didn't catch your name?"
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