"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.
I tried to sell my soul last night, it's funny he wouldn't even take a bite.
The dark temptress. Her tresses fell down her neck, but not very far. She was no thick mare. She was athletic, strong, but not thick. She was a dark damsel, a warrior, a beautiful amazon. At least by herself. Foreboding corporal of the Aurora Basin. Yet in this moment she moved slowly up a hill, child in tow. She wasn't the dark temptress in this moment, she was a doting mother, hard yet fair.
She led a daughter of patchwork colors. She did not help her, yet she didn't leave her behind. She was teaching a valuable lesson for the girl. The girl had problems, and the warrior was teaching her to work through it, despite how hard it was. She had to, because mother wouldn't always be there. Occasionally the two toned face of the mother would check back on the child, either to continue or rest. The child would earn a praising look, or a disapproving one depending on the action. It wasn't a long trek, and eventually the two reached the destination and disappeared into the dark steaming cavern in the mountain.
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I looked about me, and muttered a soft "Come." Before moving through the billowing steam. The hot springs. A favorite haunt of warriors to sooth aching muscles from hard exercises. Today I had felt the need to bring Bathsheba here. It was a place she would need in her future. I turned my head and smiled at Bathsheba. "Welcome to the hot springs. Lets soak. It will help ease the pain." I moved towards the inky water, and submerged my ebony body slowly into it. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I turned my head to nicker back encouragingly to my child.
"Speech here." Tag;;@Bathsheba Words;; Notes;; YAY FINALLY!
06-08-2016, 08:02 PM (This post was last modified: 06-08-2016, 08:07 PM by Bathsheba.)
standing on my broken throne
crying out for what was done
Of course the larger horse was going to be faster, but somewhere she had underestimated just how difficult it would be to actively keep pace with the mare. Bathsheba struggled, ashamedly so, after the long steps of her mother. Sialia was fast, and although she slowed her gait every now and again, it just was not enough for the little filly. Sheba wanted to crumble under the humiliation, bearing heavily on bony shoulders as he shifted her weight up the slope. Steeper and steeper it grew, tight lips puffed hard breaths as the dark woman suddenly disappeared. The filly groaned as she too breached the cusp of their climb, coming to a complete stop in a desperate search for air. "I am useless aren't I?" soft muttering for only her to hear, it took many minutes before she felt able to continue. At that point Sialia had since stopped at a rocky bend, waiting patiently.
It was not easy this life of hers, as short as it had been so far. In the months since being born the initial terror of the outside world had grown into an equally powerful fear of herself. Confusion translated into shame and helplessness under the scrutiny of any and all that set eyes on her. It was commonplace for the filly to hide from those wandering eyes, taking the time to avoid contact with others and even more so the emotional conflict it provided. Although Sialia never once made any hint toward being disappointed to her face, Bathsheba had firmly convinced her young mind that she was. Why else would the mare leave her so often? Stuffing her away into any safe-haven she could find, only to return hours later. This was the majority of her life and it was hard not to think that in this way, her mother proved her own shame.
Sialia whickered and the patchwork filly came upon a most unusual sight. Water, hot water! Softly boiling water affixed in a small corner of the rock face, but it was not alone, there were many more. So many that - "What is this?" her lips pulled back in surprise the mare beckoned her forth, into it? Into the water? But would she not get burned? The filly could feel the heat radiating from the rippling surface. "It is hot mother!" She insisted gently. Yet there was Sialia, slipping her own weary limbs into the warm salts, not a bit bothered by the temperature.
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