"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 stallion had admittedly not been around the Throat much lately, and in doing such had abandoned some close friends. Friends like Sia. She didn't deserve his awful treatment of abandoning her... Friends didn't just do that. A sigh escaped the stallion as he laid on the ground, legs bundled beneath him and neck stretched out against the stone on the rocky outcropping he often found himself on these days. Silky mane lay tangled against his neck as a soft whicker escaped him. His large wings were spread to the side, away from his body to prevent him from getting too warm in the heat of the day. The stallion's companion, Veri hovered nearby, trying to comfort his bonded. But Hector didn't want to be comforted. He needed to make things right with his friend. Set things straight.
So that was what got him to his feet, all 18.3 hands of him. Wings clutched back against his side as he raised his head into the air and called for Sia. They needed to talk, it had been too long since they had talked. Veri hovered over his back, trying to provide comfort for his bonded companion. The boggart continued to speak soft words through the bond, trying to tell Hector that everything would be okay. He snorted and tossed his head. "Hush Veri. I know you are trying to help, but please stop. I can handle this." Hector said softly to his companion. The fiery strands of the stallion's mane tossed around his head as he stood on the rocky outcropping, awaiting Sia's arrival. After all, this could be what they needed to reconnect as friends. The liver stallion had no idea what Sia had been up to, or even how she'd been. He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about this meeting between the two of them once again.
into the sea, you and me
all these years, and no one heard
i love you, let's go
By fate, she is cursed to lose friends. They come rare with the strongest of intentions to last, but in the end, what is to come? A short-lived time of happiness during which she pours massive amounts of trust and effort into that cuts short in a span of a few heartbeats, all wasted.
Cera is the only one to dare to stand tall and face the efforts of time, just for her, and oh how dear he has become to her in response.
So by these circumstances, it becomes difficult to put into words exactly how she feels at Hector’s return to the Throat. Most of all, she is overwhelmed, upset that he has even dared to return to any of them when the world is seemingly coming down like no time has passed, yet overjoyed that he is here, that life is still well in his bones, that he has even cared to remember them and take the brave plunge that she had previously done long ago in rejoining them.
It’s all of these feelings and thoughts and the promise of a new child(does she not have enough at this point, raising the child of her best friend and one of a careless mother, the only from her womb gone by what she tells herself is her fault) that she curses herself by that keeps her from rushing to him and screaming out whatever she feels needs to come out.
Light doesn’t burst and ignite in her dark alleyways when he makes the call for her, nestled in knee-deep water at the oasis and idly passing time as Hobgoblin gives her the occasional image of their home. Emptiness nips at her in his abandonment, even if for a few hours, his ignorant and brutish mind taking no thoughts to how she feels at what he wants. There is only him, and he must care for himself, not her. I’m going leaps into the river of their bond with a mother’s urgency and touch. Hobgoblin barely acknowledges it and she expects nothing less in return. Neither of them are much for words or notions when the given can be understood without effort.
Physically, nothing is as easy as her thoughts. The added weight makes it so that she cannot stand without a great deal of effort, taking on bended knees and heaves of discomfort as her child urges her to stay down.
But she cannot stay like this forever. There is simply too much to do that lacks a warrant for resting in the water of the oasis.
The journey to him passes with little care for time. All that you need to know is that by the time that she reaches the red giant, Hobgoblin is there, driven by the need to inspect, to know, to see exactly what he is going to have to withstand in the future.
There is no chance that Hector will play a good card to the Rougarou, as far as he is concerned. He takes brief seconds and drowns them away in studying, looking over muscles and mass and wings before he sees nothing that interests him, and then promptly blocks away Sikeax at the rising tide of her emotions.
For her, the breath in her lungs catches and puts a stop to things, a sensation she’s no stranger to because it’s exactly what happens when the water bursts from her passageways through coughing and ushers in clean air from the other world. Yet why is it here now? Why must it make an appearance like she is going to look for something else to breathe in other than Hector’s musk?
It clots up all the words that she desperately wants to vomit out. I loved you. I loved you like a lover, and you left me. Why? Where have you been? Do you even still love me, not in the way I loved you, but in whatever you did love me?
Swallows hard, because that’s all she can manage to do to shove them and their pleas for freedom down the drain. Hobgoblin’s strength of ignorance would have been good right about now.
“Why?” is what she comes to demand, asking a thousand questions in a single word. “Why?” Begging, hoping, searching for answers to every single one of them. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave all of us? Why didn’t you love me when I loved you? Why are you brave enough now to make it back to me, and I not brave enough to be back to you?
OOC: casually takes forever to get you a response and for that I'M SORRY. my next replies might be slow because i can only reply on days that i'm off work(like today).
Hobgoblin is in his serval form and just sorta standing off to the side near sia and not doing shit.
and for timeline stuff, sia is pregnant with bella here, still sun physician and gaucho is dying oops.