"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 hard part about the tallsun? It was that I had an ink colored coat, and it just absorbed the heat. This in turn caused massive amounts of sweating, gigantious amounts of dehydration, and a general dislike of the hot season.
The only respite I had at the moment was the warm crystal water that I found myself wading in. I had left Bathsheba home, to find the quiet of being alone, or the company only an adult could provide. Either would give me a good break. My daughter could care for herself for a few days. Granted, it might be hard, but it was good to challenge the child, and their was always help readily available.
I looked around me, coming to a slow halt, hearing nothing but the sound of bubbles as the water I stood in settled around my legs. Nothing for now. No one. And one leg lifts and begins to paw at the water, causing loud splashing and waves to lap against the shore. Droplets of water hit the rest of my body, before I take a deep breath and push my muzzle below the water and blowing outwards, and series of bubbles and air rising and popping at the surface. As I lift my head my top lip curls and I lift my head, before lowering it a brilliant smile adorning my features. Despite the heat I could still have fun.
"Speech" Tag;; @Rohan Words;; Notes;; Mmmm sweltering hot summer time ;D Also, I am so sorry this is crap. I don't mean it to be but getting back into a roll is hard D;
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
He hears her before he can see her—wafts of the warm summer breeze carrying the bubbling sounds through the trees, airy and light with the spray of water. Had he not been so close already, the Warlander would have likely moved on (moved away, content to wallow in his own solitude as of late, caught in rounds of self-inflicted torture of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens). However, given that there is only a handful of yards between himself and the stranger, he is able to recognize her scent among the balmy current of this scorching season, and discovers that she is no stranger at all.
Rohan’s slow gait diminishes to a halt, dark-rimmed ears tilting and brown nostrils curling as he angles his head in the mare’s direction. Despite his coquettish nature, the Warlander had not come to this fantasy-land in search of a woman. In fact, he had intended to pass through this strange place, set on no particular course as he has followed the simple motion of his hooves, only knowing that he had wanted to move. What will it be now? Have the fates for once smiled down upon him? Or have they set a trap of misery in the shape of womanly curves and sparkling eyes?
He has always enjoyed a dangerous gamble.
Blowing out heavily from his nostrils, the antlered stallion follows the bidding of his flesh and bones, threading half-carefully through the mass of thick trunks and hanging boughs. With his teeth gritted silently behind plush lips, memories of their last encounter flash through his mind—forever ago now, it seems—when anger (fury), weakness, and confusion had been thrown between them. It had been a chaotic encounter, one stripped of strength until he felt so utterly exposed. What would she think of him now, after seeing the skeleton of a monster behind an easy smirk and deep eyes? (Does he even care?)
Pushing through the last line of branches and blinking against the sun, his vision is opened to her—a silhouette of voluptuous curves and soft angles. Throwing caution to the wind, the Warlander steps forward, some sort of purpose (recklessness) to his movement as he comes to stand behind her. “Well aren’t you enjoying yourself,” he chuckles deeply (a thread of caution in his eyes, shame perhaps, masked so thinly by his usual charisma). “Care to share your secrets, sweetheart?” A playful smirk twists his lips, and he steps into the shallow water, half waiting for her invitation.
notes; It's okay! It's been a long time for me too...I'm rusty :3 “Speech.”
rohan
Lost souls in revelry, Running wild and running free.
07-09-2016, 11:46 AM (This post was last modified: 07-09-2016, 11:46 AM by Sialia.)
I Ain't Got Time To Bleed
The creature was quiet, and while I didn't know that they had come upon me I wasn't startled. I figured I would bring some kind of attention. I was making quite the ruckus. However, when I turned to see who it was, I was surprised. I almost let the mask down, almost let him see that for a moment I was scared. But I forced the sultry smile that usually visited my features. He seemed different this time. Not so manic. But his words had still hurt. They hurt then and they hurt now.
His rumbling words are followed with a chuckle, but looking at his eyes there is something I can't quiet put my hoof on. He lets more words fall from his silken muzzle, this time in the form of a question. Secrets? Share...
He doesn't seem dangerous right now, so I decide I can let him share in my fun... Because looking at him all I can think is damn. You may be crazy but you are so lovely to look at. "Come share the water. We can have twice the fun together." And ever so slowly I lift my left front before suddenly pawing once, rather violently, and splashing water everywhere. A laugh echoes from my vocal chords, a soft thing. I watched him, Anxious for him to be closer, despite the heat.
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