"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.
07-12-2016, 12:23 AM (This post was last modified: 07-12-2016, 12:26 AM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal
His haunting body moved through the deep brush of the forest. The darnkess cloaked his scared hide and the moon light created a path through the winding trees and brier bushes. Clouds rolled trough the lands and his bled through deep cuts and wounds on his body. The crimson substance dripped to the ground below his cracked hooves. Steams ran down his legs rushing to the ground below. Stone cold eyes did not move from the world in front of him. Blood ran down his face as if his demons were crying from all the pain he had been through. The beasts were trying to escape his broken soul through the slits in his skin. The liquid continued to pour from his body with open wounds and tearing scars. Thick dread like tresses flicked across his bloody haunches drenching his locks with the substance.
The damned stallion haunted the woods moving like a shadow in purgatory. He was almost invisible to the world around him. His mind spun with words from his past, and the mental abuse he went through. Words filled his skull trapping the beast in every memory, and numbing him to the bleeding pain. His body could not even feel the cut any more. Nox was not only numb to the world around him, but he was numb to his own pain. No matter what he inflicted upon him self he could not feel it. His gray cold eyes watched the blood drip from his warm body, but there was no pain. No matter how much he watched, no matter how much the laceration should hurt... it was all numb to him. Mental and physical abuse made the demonic stallion cold to the world around him. His body was just a shell, and he was living in it just waiting to go to hell.
His body traveled deeper and deeper into the haunting woods. The scars would turn to white glowing lace as the moon would reappear... Then they turned back into haunting bloody laceration when the clouds blanketed he silver light. Muscles moved like a zombie pulling his toned war like body through the brush. Branches and plants clawed at him trying to get him to stay. They wrapped their stems and leaves over his body sucking him into the darkness. Nox pushed past them only leaving bloody marks to satisfy their need for him. Black muscles flickered in the moon light like a specter. Bright glowing scares one moment, then deep black crimson darkness the next. The beast looked like an illusion in the darkness created by the deep forest around him. It was almost like the demons in the forest were trying to lure any willing body into their depths. Trees towering above distorted into dancing demons laughing at all who fell for the cruel trick the stallion was playing on them. A beautiful sight of glowing white colors would lure you in. The horror of open bleeding cuts and crimson liquid puddling around the beast would trap you in disbelief. How could a beast loose that much blood and still be standing? Maybe he was not from this world, just maybe you were standing face to face with a demon.
Something in you is yearning,
for where all the wild things went,
It hadn’t been long since Aelfwine’s encounter with the tiny pony from the Falls. And not long before that she had spoken with Arah with memories swirling around her antlered head of the pristine ivory woman – the woman of which didn’t seem to remember her at all, or perhaps her history with the dappled doe’s own brother. But that was in the past now, as Aelfwine continually let her emerald gaze dance along the compass she wore around her neck. Once, it would point in the direction of the thing she wanted most. A gift from their mother when she’d be out all night and get lost. All she had to do was think about what she wanted the most and the compass would always lead her there.
Now, the compass was dead. It didn’t point North like a normal compass either. It simply just swirled and moved only to stop in any random direction with each movement. Disheartening to the young mare, but she still had hope. A sigh escaped her lips as she shot a glance around the moonlit forest around her. Her sense of direction totally lost on how to return to the Falls, but instead she focused mainly on keeping to the trails. If anything, they’d lead her one place or another. Perhaps that place being where her brother was.
But as she continued moving through, she began to notice a shadow creeping in and out of her eyesight. A creature made of ebony that slipped in her vision and without, so she hid in the trees for a moment – the moon casting dappled light on her already dappled pelt, blending in with an illuminated tree just as the marking on her back as she watched. The beast moved within the trees as a dark shadow, wounds fresh and oozing as he moved. But the strangest thing happened that the mare couldn’t figure out – when he stepped into the moonlight, even just briefly, the fresh wounds turned into scars and ceased their bleeding until he returned to the cloudy hidden abyss. Of course the doe had to investigate.
She moved swiftly on cloven hooves, stretching her long limbs over the dirt and tree roots in the intent on facing the creature. “Hello?” She called out to him, emerald orbs searching the tree line for the shadow. Her voice was charming, light, and curious as she pressed further on, the movements causing the compass he held so very dearly to bounce along her chest. She flicked an ashen tail against her hocks when she finally came to a stop, hoping that the beast would make yet another appearance as the moon began to break across the path.
08-02-2016, 10:59 PM (This post was last modified: 08-02-2016, 10:59 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal
Something called out into the night. His cracked hooves came to a halt as black ears twitch and turned listening to the creature mover closer and closer. His heart pounded, and he waited like a prey animal in the night. His scared body as in the open air of a small break in the tree canopy. His demonic crown turned to see a figure winding in the path behind him. The bright green emerald glowed with the solver moon light. Cold grey eyes landed on the thing that was trying to make conversation with the living demon. It was a small gray mare. Her antlers reached for the heavens, and she might feel the need to pray to them is she says around too long. His heavy skull turned slightly as she grew closer and closer to the demonic beast.
The moon tucked its self in the soft blankets of the clouds once again, and the beast within Nox ripped and roared at his flesh. Scars broke open and blood dripped from every curve of his body. The crimson substance pooled down his face in river like motions. Thick tangled tresses flicked across his haunches dousing them in the thick blood. A smile crept across his maw in a horror like fashion. Blood trickled and clawed its way across the open lips of his maw. The scene felt like it was out of nightmare, but this bad dream was all too real. The curse running through his veins pulsed with life, but he looked like a reaper of death. A hello had came from her maw awhile ago, but he had waited till she was closer to return the greeting. "Hello... that is such a misleading word. It can mean so many different things depending on what context you use it in. for example are you questioning your greeting, or are you calling out to someone? "" His heavy crown turned looking at the mare. The trails of blood made a sharp turn on his skull, changing their direction. "Do you always follow ominous shadows through the depths of the woods? You know that is how people end up dead, or missing..."" Latin tones rumbled from the depths of hell as he questioned the gray mare.
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