"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.
12-24-2016, 09:57 PM (This post was last modified: 12-24-2016, 09:58 PM by Bolverik.)
Bolverik
Can't be your superman
What had he become? How far had he fallen from glory?
Many years he had spent wandering in the wilderness, unsure of himself or his purpose. He had been a prince, groomed for leadership, and his kingdom had been burned beneath his hooves. He was a King of Ash, of nothing. The very foundation of who he was shattered beneath his golden hooves and he became nothing. What was a king without his kingdom? His sole purpose had been to lead and protect, and that purpose was ripped away.
In his youth, he called for revenge, wanting to kill those who took what was his - took his very soul. One had died beneath his hooves, and he remembered standing over that corpse with blood coating his hooves, horns and teeth while feeling nothing. Absolutely nothing. The satisfaction he craved never came and the sense of purpose never found its way into his heart. He felt empty.
He had come here with his learned habits and training, assuming the position of pride and a king only to be summarily told to fuck off. His bastard half-sibling, Torleik, had earned more than he had - even the attentions of a ghostly warrior queen. How had the runt of the litter achieved so much when he, the golden one, fell so far? Angry, he had stormed into the woods, and now? Now his eyes were opened and he realized.
Bolverik was nothing. He had to rebuild himself again from the ground up. The stallion looked down at the gold bangles hanging around his lion tail and gently pulled them from the tangled locks. With a flick of his head, he tossed them near a rock covered with vines. The green was everywhere - so much so that it blotted out the sky. He hadn't any idea of the hour in such a long time, and it was liberating.
He grunted softly and wandered toward a pool of water, scrubbing the mud from his black and gold hide with his teeth and thinking about not what he was but who he wanted to be.
"my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations,
so if you be my star then i'll be your sky"
"Tor... Torleik?"
The words slipped from the slit of her lips before she could catch herself, hesitant yet eager in the way she spoke them. She approached from behind, and she wasn't sure what about him pulled the name from her throat--hidden in the shrubbery the greens masked all the tell-tale signs of someone other than her once friend. A glimpse of horns and his black sheen were enough to warrant the image of him in her mind. It was there; shakily and partly faded, but there.
Had she even wanted to see him? The thought of him lingered since her crash landing from the storm that stole her memories, the first of the horned she would meet again. She knew, somewhere, that what he said was truth: he knew her, she knew him. But the mere fact of missing time believed her to doubt, and so she had kept away. Until, at least, she had run into the winged woman who went with him and found her too. Serenity had ran long before she could grab a name and the guilt had chewed at her since. Perhaps enough time had passed since their first interaction--since was, in some way, looking for him.
But she was also seeking comfort, and her direction instinctively aimed toward the labyrinth. Elsa first found her there and she had sought solace from its hanging greenery since. She would lose herself amid the twists and boughs. She would get lost. She would try to find herself. She was certain that she would never get who she was back--she would never even know who that was--but with the rising moons she was coming to accept it. Much like him, like the one she would some day learn who'd save her, she had to rebuild herself.
Unlike him, however, her fear of horns would set her lightyears behind.
The cling of metals pulled her attention down toward his tail and quickly realization set in that it couldn't be Torleik. Both some form of embarrassed and suddenly afraid, she pushed herself out of the surrounding branches to reveal herself to the apparent stranger. He had already headed toward the pool, but she lingered back with a would-be blush spreading across her cheeks were it visible. Wings clamped shut around her small frame, and she looked at the ground; she couldn't meet his eyes. "Oh, I... I am sorry for the mistake." Her voice was light as wind, fluid as water, stars lit brightly against the darkness of the bushy overgrowth.
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