"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.
In a strange twist, Mesec actually had a bit of luck over the last couple days. He had almost forgotten what it felt like for things to fall together nicely. Or, at least, nicer than they had been going lately. After his trip to the Veins, the demigod had travelled north - drawn towards the Basin by two small figures.
He had personally destroyed any chance at family in the Throat but he still had family somewhere. Or, temporarily there at least. Mesec had no idea if he was ready to actually be a father full time but he wanted the chance to try. First he had had to get Ki’irha’s blessing and he lucked out on finding the star mare, taking a moment to tell her everything. Almost everything, at least. It didn’t seem right to show up, offer to take the kids, and leave her still with nothing more than his name. He wanted to be honest with her, wanted her to know exactly who was with her their children.
In the end, they agreed that while she was busy, it would be better for the kids to have the supervision of one of their parents. So the family was moving.
He asked Ki’irha to be the one to tell the twins, though he stood beside her as she did so - marvelling once more at how much their children actually looked like them. He knew it wasn’t always the case - he barely got anything from either of his parents who were bay and purple. Just his mother’s eyes. Vesper had them now too. They were both drops of the night sky - Virga the deep black of the sky and Vesper the shining silver of the stars that glittered there.
The twins were a distraction - the simple presence of them pulled him out of the darkness of his mind, away from the things he had done. Away from the taste of his friend’s blood in his mouth, away from the look of fear in Zero’s eyes and the sound of his screams.
He hadn’t slept since that day - and though his mother’s healing had removed the physical wounds it had not erased what he had done.
The guilt was a boulder in his stomach, weighing him down. Being with the twins helped, but in the back of Mesec’s mind he knew this was temporary. He couldn’t live with what he had done forever, but he wanted some time to be a proper father before seeing a more permanent end to his misery.
Lucius hated such thoughts and made that fact well known. With his wing still injured, the zephyr did not swoop above the twins to play as he would like but rather sat nestled among Mesec’s wings - chattering at Vesper’s zephyr and at the twins, or biting Mesec’s neck when his thoughts went too dark. There may not be any danger of transforming into the warg accidentally, but Lucius didn’t want to hear it.
So south they travelled until they reached the northern stretches of the Thistle Meadow. There, Ki’irha took her leave but promised to return soon.
Well, now what??
Mesec had spent some time alone with his children in the Basin but this was significantly different. It was just them. And it was still light out so going to bed didn’t seem like the right solution.
He stood there awkwardly for a moment, looking from the foals to the scenery around them. The late afternoon sun gave the Orangemoon meadow a golden look - with the oaks starting to tinge orange and red on the tips of their leaves and the grasses fading to a rich brown. Rustling in the grasses nearby and the flash of a Thistle Fox helped break Mesec from his trance. Turning back to the twins, he flashed them a bright smile. Enough of forced travel today, he wanted to enjoy the afternoon with them.
He wanted to forget, to distract himself. Mesec feared that if he stayed still for too long, stayed quiet for too long, his demons would swallow him whole.
This: trudging in the footsteps of your father, trudging south, silently and solemnly bidding farewell — farewell to the jagged peaks, the thin sky, the caves and the hot springs and the snow — doesn't actually seem fun, does it? It actually kind of sucks. But it all happened so suddenly your parents' explanations continue to buzz around in your head like angry bees, echoing and echoing and distorting and falling apart. We're leaving. We're leaving. We're leaving.
The Basin is the only home you've ever known.
Suddenly every frustration you felt in that place pales in comparison to this overwhelming change. You can't be leaving because you've never really left. You can't be leaving —
Black eyes tilt back every few steps to stare at a home now invisible, a home no longer yours, as it recedes and recedes and becomes no more than thought and horizon. Why does it matter so much? Why does your chest hurt and your head feel weird...? Your steps angle toward Vesper's tracks every time worry clenches your heart in its fists. You want to feel her side against your own, the familiar bump of her shoulder on yours, and smell her still-fuzzy wings, and feel every last scrap of home still available to you. You won't chase if she skirts away, if she resents your touch — but you desperately hope she won't. She's all you have.
I mean, she isn't. Your father's right there, isn't he? But he's taller than you and flawlessly black and perfectly silver, and his eyes match Vesper's but not yours, and his wings are massive and flawlessly feathered, and the creature perched up in them talks to Vesper's companion but you don't have one.... And now Mama's gone and you feel small and a little naked, like you've forgotten to bring along something precious — like you arrived at the first day of school with your shirt unbuttoned and your shoes on the wrong feet, and you didn't even realize it. I mean, who is your father, really? You know his name, but not really what he's like.
What he's like: is far away, sad eyes looking into some other place and then looking at you. He's full of a darkness like you don't understand, and at the same time you want to touch him, pull his eyes toward you again, and you want to run. In between looking over your shoulder, you stare furtively at him. And as the miles pass by, the staring at him takes up more time, until eventually you forget to look back altogether, and it's only you, just the three of you, walking and walking in the strangely crisp air....
You've been here before. When your father stops, you remember to look at the scenery again, and it strikes you hard with familiarity from when you decided to be reckless and explore the southern places all on your own. Now you stare at it wide-eyed and silent, silent again as you were in your very early youth, and everything wild and reckless and ferocious curls up in you and goes to sleep.
This thing, with its teeth around your heart — that's fear.
Father smiles. Your head jerks; your ears come up, uncomprehending. For a moment, your expression fuzzes with confusion: a blur of curiosity and apprehension. You stare at Mesec with that dull look for a breath too long. "Why?" The word forces itself from your mouth in a low huff. Bewildered, you look at Vesper for a clue. How the hell does someone go exploring on demand? And anyway, you've already been here, haven't you? It's your father you're more interested in, not some damn trees —
Virga
silver horses chased down moonbeams in your dark eyes
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