"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.
V E S P E R & E V E R L Y "In a sky full of stars, I think I see you."
Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it in my bones.
Because today was going to be the day one of us learned to fly, and seeing as how baby down still clung to my wings in (inconvenient) places, it wasn’t going to be me. The thought was enough to bring a not at all ladylike pout to my dark lips, but it was fleeting. Today was still an exciting day. Today, Everly would fly and take me with her even though my wings weren’t quite ready yet. That had to be the next best thing to doing it myself, right?
I knew that Ev had her reservations about the whole business of flying, but her wings were already fully mature. She’d been putting it off since she was hesitant that I couldn’t go with her and she preferred to stay close to me. I think she’s been a little bit overprotective since the moment she’d hatched. But now it was my turn to help her, so today was our first flying lesson.
Ev could feel my excitement and, in defiance, hopped to the very highest point of the branch I’d helped her to last night. I just rolled my eyes at the dramatics even though I know exactly where she got it from. (Me. She got it from me.) “Come on, Ev,” I said, with a sense of true exasperation - though I may have embellished a little bit. “You’re going to have to learn sometime, why not today?”
Everly let out a shrill chirp and resolutely refused to budge from her branch. I huffed in frustration, but then decided on another method of removing said stubborn zephyr from the tree.
“Please, Ev. Don’t make me go find Lucius,” I said, seriously, and that seemed to get her attention. Lucius was the only other zephyr that she knew and my father’s companion to boot and I knew that Everly was fond of him. I still couldn’t believe I’d found my companion and my father all in the span of 48 hours. It had been busy and overwhelming and hard to process but life had normalized now. At least to a point where I felt like I could handle things without mother, which was a good thing seeing as how she had been given an important assignment and was being sent away from home more and more. Everly began to tentatively climb down her branch, finally relenting at the threat at tracking down the larger zephyr. I stood beneath the branch and waited for her to leap to her preferred perch between my ears.
“You’ll be great, Ev! And soon I’ll be able to fly too. But today you’re gonna explore up there for the both of us,” I said, reassuringly, because I could feel her nerves however a prickle of excitement betrayed her. It wasn’t natural for a zephyr to not want to fly, and I knew deep down she was doing it for my behalf. So it was my turn to help her along for a change.
We cleared the trees and stepped into the open expanse of the Basin. The ground was starting to get sparse, a clear sign that the temperate season was over and that the cold would be returning soon, but it hadn’t turned to mud and would be perfect for today’s objective. Between my ears, Everly fluffed her black and silver wings in anticipation and let out a few nervous chirps as I stared down what would shortly become her runway.
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Boredom grips you in its relentless fist. Your adventures south of home ended some time ago, cut short by a homesick, weary heart. They bore no fruit, anyway — you found nothing you wanted. Threads of a secret, black fear curl young tendrils into your chest, threatening to take root. Perhaps — perhaps you don't deserve the things you want, Virga. Perhaps you're a coward.
Not knowing how to fight the fear, not knowing anything except the double-time beat of your heart and the hot, hot fire in your blood, you plunge across the Basin. The minute pounding of your hooves resounds through your bones with every stride, and it feels good, and it feels fast, and so you keep running, your wings slicked instinctively close. A silly, youthful impulse: your body thinks it can outrun your head.
Well, it can try.
The trees scream past, and you weave through the shadows at their feet. Your young body, growing bigger and stronger every day, no longer tires as easily as it once did. You're a darkness, and you're strong. You run until the trees thin. You run until the sky opens up again, and head flung back, you brandish the narrow length of your horn at heaven, at everything daring to tower above you. In a moment of hubris, or of spite, you long to topple it all.
Your lungs, tired of sucking at too-thin air, tell your legs to slow and for just a moment, everything in you resists. Keep going, you want to scream. You want to run off the edge of the world, right into the sky. But even the muscles of your neck ache with that position and rudely, the lower world jerks back into view. There's the Basin, ugly in familiarity, the ridge of the mountains, the dull dirt, someone toddling along in the wake of it all like this is normal, acceptable —
Hey, wait.
You know her, don't you?
Now, honestly, Vesper isn't as familiar a sight as she ought to be. You've been on your own, doing Virga-centric things, ignoring the girl and whatever her own interests are. You've forgotten how she looks from far away, forgotten the way she matches you — almost but not quite. Elated, excitement already slick in your veins, you hurl a ringing, rumbling, garbled exclamation in her direction. Your body, sweating a little even in the cool air and unsteady with all your pointless running, breaks to an uneven trot. You ought to speak now, right? You ought to say something? You don't want her to leave now you've found her, but you're too busy staring, celebrating, to actually do much.
Heaving to a stop, you stare at her, the animosity gone from you black eyes. Joy replaces it, simple and shining. "Vesper!" you remember. Your voice, still young, fractures around the edges. It's a boy's voice, but there's a certain timbre beginning to fill it, a masculine edge creeping into the sound just as it creeps into the crest of your neck and the set of your stride. You give your body a good, rough shake and bound up toward her, your wings flapping in what's certainly a display of good cheer. "Oh! What are you doing?" And a moment later you stop, because a moment later you notice — you remember — the bird. Your eyes pin it down with quivering precision.
"Um," you say. More quietly.
Virga
silver horses chased down moonbeams in your dark eyes
09-12-2016, 04:44 PM (This post was last modified: 09-12-2016, 04:45 PM by Frost Fyre.)
Frost Fyre
wonder, wonder what you might do
you can't simply hide our dream in the blue
They were getting used to their new cave, it didn't feel quite as unfamiliar and the heavy scent of the Clovenheart lingered no more. It didn't feel as foreign, and returning to it at eventide felt was beginning to feel comforting. But the mirror, with it's unending, ebbing surface, whispering softly to her day and night, and oh, she wasn't quite ready to face it yet (or rather, to face the God behind it). So, the Haruspex slipped from her cave, trailed by her leonine plume and rune encrusted companion.
The maiden made the executive decision to go for a stroll around the Basin, see what they could find, and who they could learn from (these are excuses, of course, for if she were to see a potentially engaging partner to converse with, she would certainly turn around). They wove around pine and firs, stepping gently through flaxen colored dead grasses.
And then, a clamoring of harsh, but not heavy, hoofbeats. Frost pinned her dark ears, emeralds immediately searching for the quickest route away from whatever ruckus that was, but the ever sociable Altair sprang towards it, his curiosity piqued. She silently begged him, urged him to come with her, but a glimmer of stars in the daytime had the elk dragging her after him.
The pair reached a clearing, Altair in lead, dark ears pricked, intrigued by the children who had gathered. The colt didn't immediately strike her as familiar, but the filly, with her pupil-less silvers and spiraling horn, why, she seemed reminiscent of an old friend. Their likeness struck a dagger into the maiden's paper chest (why had everyone found brilliant lives but she? How come he got to move on and fly far, love hard, whilst she was stuck here, talking to mirrors?). It was just a coincidence, right? There was no way he'd have a child (or two?) living in the Basin.
But what if?
What if kept the Haruspex and her cerndyr in the clearing, what if kept their legs moving till they were only a length away from the star kissed children, what if opened Frost's dark lips and sang to the babes. "What are you all up to?" She stated softly, her features inquisitive, but only mildly so. Altair dipped his crown to the bird, smiling and snorting in excitement. 'Like moon boy's,' he commented on the subject of the fletching, twisting the dagger in Frost's already shredded chest.
@Vesper
HEYO hope you guys don't mind me throwing frost in!!