"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.
01-02-2017, 04:41 PM (This post was last modified: 01-02-2017, 04:43 PM by Isopia.)
Isopia barefoot on a summer's night
@Volterra YOUR MOVE. Lemme know if I should edit the PP <3
Now it was Isopia's turn to draw up short. Unless emotions were being talked about, Isopia was usually pretty good and piecing together arguments and understanding what others were saying. At the very least, she'd never felt so entirely out of her element and perplexed as she did now.
Was he having some sort of mental break?
Was she?
What else could possibly explain the dissonance that seemed to scream between them. Isopia's perplexed golden eyes watched Volterra's lips as he said things like, what does that mean for us and I spoke to your father, and the child. It was like there was some sort of spell cast on him, such that he took her to be someone else. Or was there instead some sort of enchantment on her, that made her misconstrue what he was saying? Isopia's mind walked a narrow path between thinking him to be insane, and wondering whether or not she was.
The demi-goddess took her time answering, finding no real mental footing in this conversation no matter how many times she let his words rattle around in her brain. Originally, she had thought she had been correct in her assumptions, especially when he mentioned the fight. She even wrote off his mention of his role in it, figuring that perhaps the political ripples of her actions had extended far farther than she had thought. Her mind even began to reconcile the notion that he would visit her Father - he was the God of her home afterall, was respected by many and was a keeper of peace - as an act that might be fitted into the narrative she was creating, but then it all fell apart.
Isopia's mind reached out for Hubris, trying to peer into his thoughts to try and understand what was going on, when the dragon suddenly screamed by. Isopia's mouth followed his trajectory in an O of surprise, her golden eyes wide as she followed his bronzey flight.
"What-" She said almost jerkily, moving forwards unconsciously as if physically tethered to the small flying creature. He angled himself up to the high boughs of the trees, and at once, thrust his leathery body into them. Dead branches and acorns the size of large stones tumbled from the sky, falling onto Volterra and Isopia. Although the demi-goddess didn't cry out in pain, she did emit an unexpected grunt of surprise as she nimbly darted sideways, colliding with Volterra. As soon as her shoulder touched his own, a white flash went through her body and mind. For a moment everything was blinding, and hot, and cold. A memory darted through her, like a ghost, before disappearing entirely and leaving only the mundane sensation of his muscular shoulder against her own. Isopia's face moved towards his, surprise and awkwardness written upon her deathly-marked features, but before she could say anything more, another tirade of pine-cones, branches, and even a bird's nest fell from the skies.
"HUBRIS." Isopia shouted, trying to glance upwards, but wary that more falling projectiles might be coming her way. Tentatively Hubris poked his head out from a thick copse of leaves, wondering if he'd provided a suitably bizarre enough distraction to get Volterra and Isopia off of their current conversational trajectory. He trilled an apologetic sound, and then disappeared back into the tree.
"I'm...sorry." Isopia mumbled, though it was unclear if she meant because she had bumped into Volterra, or because Hubris had just acorn-bombed them. "He isn't normally like that." She continued, quad-horned skull shaking slightly with confusion. Her golden eyes scanned the tree, but she saw no sign of the bronzey face that she knew so well.
But, to his credit, she was thankful for the distraction. Perhaps whatever spell had been cast on Volterra - or on her - would have been broken.
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