"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.
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU IN TO THE DARK
You walk the same shores that you had brought him to, weaving through the little palms that you had played hide and seek in, the same sand that had been built in to mounds fashioned after castles, decorated with little seashells and pieces of driftwood; along the tide that the two of you lay beside that night, watching the stars and laughing, telling stories of the things you’d seen, listening to all his hopes and dreams, all of the things he would do someday when he becomes old enough, strong enough. It had been the first time in too, too long that you had felt whole. You sigh quietly to yourself as those precious moments become thorns in the face of his absence, in the face of his angered words when you had left him within your little alcove in the Basin (never expecting him to not be there when you returned, having given him an ounce of the independence he had craved so badly), too hurt, afraid of letting him see just how deep his adolescent rebellion, despite your understanding of its normalcy, had cut you.
“Zi?” It is called as you round a little hill with an indentation in its side, your head poking into the little cavern, dimly lit by the sun’s lukewarm rays, but when there is no movement inside, you recede, pausing to catch your shaking breath. Despite the time that you have taken to restore yourself, the week to search from everywhere between the Basin and the sea (the first place you had thought to search, he had been so drawn, as if it were the tides, not the mountains and valleys, were where he belongs) when it should have only been days, you are still not yourself. Your legs tremble beneath you, in your chest a deep ache that has followed you from the cold of the North, the marks on your back still open, oozing. You would be angry if your guilt and worry had not taken that from you; angry at the scum who had put you in this situation, the boy who had chosen to run when he should have stayed, yourself for being too stubborn to ask for help, but you suppose none of that matters much now anyways—that anger would not change a thing. You would still be sick and beaten, stupid, and Etziel would still be missing. The thought tears at you, and despite your eternal exhaustion, you force yourself to move once again along the shore, calling out his name.
@December
sorry its kind of choppy/rushed. i suck at starting posts XD
BUT THEY SHOULD GET BETTER <3333
(btw its kind of vague but its like morning/midday and she's just wandering around the beach calling for her kid)
&& she's still beat up from a previous thread (mainly wounds on her back, the middle of her shoulders is missing a good chunk and they probably would smell a bit by now. LOVELY, RIGHT~)
please tag enna in every post
violence permitted barring permanent injury / death
12-29-2016, 01:56 AM (This post was last modified: 12-29-2016, 01:57 AM by December.)
She didn't know how to describe what she was feeling other than the fact that she hurt. It wasn't anything physical, her legs may have been tired but there was no soreness, her hips may be stiff but certainly not aching. Her body was perfectly fine, and yet deep within there was a pain that she could not entirely describe. She had cried after receiving her gift from the Earth Turtle, because it reminded her that she wasn't getting her little back. It had been months now and her little princess, the love of her life even before Miykael was not around anymore. Whether it was death or choosing to leave, the ivory lass was still grieving. She didn't know which reason would be worse. As she moved with such a shambling gait, not longer caring who or what should see a she made her way along the shoreline as if it were but a hazy dream.
Carl was beside her, wool pressing to ashy coat because he didn't know what else he could do. He was an emotionless creature, filled with little emotions or love for anyone or anything. Yet despite him fighting his mind and instinct, his soul thrummed for December, and whenever she was sad he too, would ache as she did. He would feel her anguish through their bond, and despite him not feeling any organic emotion he would still respond in kind to her own and comfort her as he saw fit. The happier she was the more normal he felt. With eyes of brown looking ahead for both of them so she could instead focus internally, it was his mental image of the beauty she saw ahead before seeing it through her own gaze. Blinking steel eyes she lifted her head slowly, the tears having long dried yet still staining her cheeks with their salty substance.
Her eyes were puffy and red, and if it had been any other day she would have fought to hide her disheveled look. Yet this was not normal, and nothing would be normal again because she was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. She was crumbling to the sands beneath them, body curling in on itself because there was nothing else she could possibly do. Her mind blank, eyes glazed with resignation she only lay in the sunshine, nostrils flaring the only sign of life within her because she was nothing and had failed at everything she had tried to accomplish. She had failed as a mother and lover and everyone she cared for was leaving to her and at this moment in time the only damn person who seemed to tolerate her was a grumpy old bitch who had needed her only for warmth.
Wasn't this what December was meant for anyway? To be used for others' pleasure and at their convenience because her opinion didn't matter? What use was she anyway? She didn't accomplish anything in the Falls. She had tried many things and in the end she had remained useless until she finally left because there was nothing there for her to achieve. Not that she had been helpful otherwise. Then there was her beloved, the man who seemed to see worth in her yet despite this he too was distant, gone and hidden away in his own world and she didn't like it one bit. Why wouldn't he talk to her? Did she do something wrong to him as well? The possibility of him resenting her for the loss of Merialeth was also real and her scared her because if she really did lose him she had no purpose left in this cruel world. She was the monster in the closet that Isara had found her to be all those years ago. She was a shadow, cast away by the sun and not to be seen until the moon rose again. A temporary distraction for others' enjoyment. They had broken their toy and there was no way of fixing her.
02-03-2017, 06:02 AM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2017, 06:02 AM by Enna.)
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU IN TO THE DARK
She comes, swaying in the winds as she walks, sullen and somber against the day, against the sweet salt of the sea. You watch her, the strange shadow of a creature at her side, dismissing the flicker of curiosity that rises of just what he is, from the corner of your eye, silently curled among the sands and indifference. You do not see the red of her eyes so familiar to you, do not look closely enough to notice the fractured lines of defeat written all over her face, something that is also known to you far too well.
And so she is just a woman, and you nearly turn away from her, away from the threat to your solitude (you fear that to talk would be to come apart, to admit aloud just how much of a failure of a mother that you've been, and all the selfish reasons why), but she stops, and maybe if you had noticed the sunken position of her eyes, the downward twist to her lips, her collapse would not be so much of a surprise. Your body leans forwards enough for you to sway on your feet but even now as she lays against the warmth of the sand there is hesitation. Hesitation in the face of your condition, the importance of finding your son that weighs on your mind, heart, body, and the doubt within yourself of being able to help her because of it in the first place.
You breathe against it, pushing yourself towards the gray woman. The things that you hadn't seen before now become apparent as you come close, and your eyebrows fall together, your heart unable, unwilling to open itself to her too. It is with a quick once-over and a small nod of your head at the absence of any obvious wounds that you finally stop a distance from her, ears tilting backwards in apprehension as you glance at the long-necked creature beside her. “Are you...alright?”