"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.
In the sky you watch as an angel falls. This beautiful patch of brilliant white like a meteor crashing to the earth. Falling. Speed gains as white wings spread far and she levels in the air. Hooves skimming across sand as they start to pump. Faster and faster they move. Slowly grounding her wings flipped out and she flapped backwards. It was a beautiful, well trained and thought out landing.
Bridgit moved carefully across the sand in a flat run. Arabian features moving like lightning in the winter air. Pure white pelt like camoflague in the snow. A smile lighting her perfect face. Majestic bright white, blue toned, eyes scanning her surroundings. A song she began to sing,
"Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes,
May happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold."
Bridgits voice like a smooth lullaby, almost deathful and hard yet so beautiful and sweet. Her singing so wonderful it almost seemed unreal. As if the wind decieved you. The white pegasus had stopped now. Pulling her feathers close to her hide and letting her long hair toss about in the wind. Who would come first?
|ooc- please note, this was not made up by me. The song is Jolly Sailor Bold - Pirates of the Carribean. the video is below, imagine her voice like this.|
Honeyed orbs scanned a flat horizon. He was lingering along the boarders today, checking up on patrolling soldiers and keeping a tuned eye wide for troublesome trespassers. An openly dry sun savagely shined down upon the land, its cruelty not for heat; but lack of. This oasis usually never felt the coolness of frostfall during daylight hours, the gods often blessed that simple ideal. This season had been strikingly different. It was if as the sun had little power to offer, even with a warm southern ocean so near. Everything felt cold and far away. Tropical plants lost their vibrant colors and wilted near death after evening permafrost. Though he knew the reasoning for this, nothing could be done to prevent; all they could do was maintain.
Ever since returning from the battle—he felt antsy. Almost as if something was fixing to happen. Rarely had he left home this winter, even toward the reward of prayer at his lord’s shrine. Mostly he wanted to stay close to Cera. A speck of falling white caught his gaze. Standing body turned at an angle to allow skull full rein of observation. Colors of plated gold and silver cast a bright hue upon the plain sand. The heavy collar around his neck had become less of a hindrance to his work over the past few weeks.
The wind blew in his favor and with it carried the breath of another. An unfamiliar taste. He stepped out and broke into a brisk canter. Pure wings tucked with care against his sides, the feathers there ruffled as wind picked at the corners of mane and tail. He slowed as the distance between himself and the ivory stranger closed. Her soft notes caught attention, “There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”
Sweetened tunes fell away. Chest heaved after his light run whilst jaws gave part to offer a greeting, “Good day ma’ lady,” smiling easily as he always did when first impression was being fashioned. Frame stopped a few feet away, features calm and pleasant with full regard to her.
In an instance of excitement her heart dropped, at what seemed like, three million feet. A brilliant head rose to the gleaming sky. As pure orbs studied the build of another pegasi. He though was black with white wings and obvious paint markings, a white tail that she adored and bright tips of gold upon his wings and hooves. Eyes of yellow met hers. A smile worn between her and he. "My oh my, you're a handsome one." pausing for a moment she studied his figure, "And I assume by the looks of you, you're a warrior or fighter of some sort? Your shape tells the fact." smiling with white demples. A lovely breeze picked through each of the twos manes.
Another being gave her comfort she longed to have but for some reason, because of her past, this comfort couldn't always be fulfilled. Usually it was disappointing in some how and she couldn't just be okay with comfort. It had to be terror and agony after the initial good first times. It had to be full respect and attention at all times. The looks had to stare upon her glorious body and finally fall under her leadership. They must feel the pain she once felt before she is done. A puppet you are to her. Midas seemed the perfect puppet and for now she played off the sweet innocense of a mare and no home.
10-20-2012, 07:50 AM (This post was last modified: 10-20-2012, 07:50 AM by Midas.)
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BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
"My oh my, you're a handsome one."
Ears perked at her soft vocals that so hinted upon a flirt, gaze furrowed slightly as if to add toward humor in such a statement. Midas was not a lad without physical qualities, though he was more of a gentleman than most when confronted with them. To which he said nothing for a moment; figuring she still desired room for speaking, "and I assume by the looks of you, you're a warrior or fighter of some sort? Your shape tells the fact.” Not seeking to offend the lady he continued to smile while responding, “Your words are kind and well received,”tone was softer than a spring rain across dusty leaves, skull leaned forward in a slight dip of granted respect that was given to all he came across as stranger, “appearance guides you as well, your concussion hits its mark.”
Continuing he added, “I am Midas,” head rose to turn gaze across the expansion of empty sand in simple gesture, “and this land is branded with the name, Dragon Throat.” Finding jest within that last sentence Midas turned back to her and said with mocking hint upon the current elements against them, “Though nights of late would make one wonder how such a title came to be.” The familiar warmth of his home was lost within the tight fist of frostfall. Humor remained in his unreadable pitless gaze, “Might I ask the name of such a lovely girl as you?”
Voiced words were placed well among the white ears of the Arabian mare. Nose set out to touch him. It was only of choice she felt it wasn't real. As if this Midas was a figure of her immagination. Formed through the tendrils of her past. Her terrible, terrible, horrid past. Her aim was to feel the velvet of his muzzle against hers. "Midas..." she whispered gently. Seductively. Quiet to the end. It was meant to set a snag upon his manhood. A hope to bring his attention even further to her.
A frisky toss of her head and leap backwards Bridgit picked up a fancy move. Tail proudly rising to the sky. Merging gently among the snow. Clashing to the ground she trotted a circle around him. Her eyes never once leaving his body. Studying him intensely. "Mmm.. I see. Well I'm Bridgit." stopping once again before him. Towards her original position. Furthering her wings in neatly and tightly.
11-03-2012, 11:09 AM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2012, 11:10 AM by Midas.)
m i d a s
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
She reached out to obtain physical contact, a name followed. His name on her lips, spoken softly in tones that reminded him of a vixen; “Midas,” the woman cooed. He angled skull toward throatlatch, responding unfavorably to her forward outreach. Features still presented an easy smile despite having turned down her unasked request; winged appendages loosely extended an inch or so from his shoulders and back. The ivory girl bounced a step away, moving delicately curved limbs into a halftrot; while circling his standing frame. Gaze followed her observations, the simmering collar on his neck catching their sun and sending flashes of light across the sand as angled.
"Mmm.. I see. Well I'm Bridgit.
Bridgit. Ok. He filed away the information in mental capacities then asked a question in a more get down to business tone, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Bridgit, might I also inquire what your purpose in the Throat might be?” gaze remained soft and curious, nothing about outward expression a mask or lie. Though he remained as wary as duty demanded on the inside.
OOC: Sorry it took so long, I might have forgotten about this one ;_; just nudge me if it takes more than a few days. Cause I might have forgotten in the mist of everything else.
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