"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.
01-22-2017, 03:35 PM (This post was last modified: 01-22-2017, 03:40 PM by Roskuld.)
Roskuld & Zchiraxicon
Where there's no Law tying my heart from the start..
This has been long in coming. I’d felt some type of way about being born in godsblood; about having a Ma that was used to bring forth my life, a life that was bound to a duty the moment it was conceived in my mother’s womb. There were grudges and worries and blood and sweat and tears and there were others who were born like me, born to protect our home from the threat of our own parents. And we held our duties at different standards in different ways, and sometimes I sneered and growled at them because of it--because we were different and we were free to be different in the same type of prison.
All this was based on our parents--our Pa’s and our Ma, born and bred in the deep magic of their realm, a realm that we trusted them to watch over, to protect just as we were charged to protect ours. And I guess we just assumed that they could handle that, and it was the mortal realm that they were doomed to fuck up, simply because they were too powerful, too impersonal to really feel any kind of empathy for the peoples they created. That was our job.
And apparently our job descriptions kept getting longer, and longer, and longer.
Drolgatha. The Rift Gods. He Is Kaos. My sergeant and someone’s Ma was down because someone dropped the ball, and we had to figure out who.The bullshit tally was getting longer and longer, and now it was time to discuss it.
My cheeks were still wet with anger and heartbreak, and Chico rode on my back, brittle and bruised, but mending. From deep within me I gave a fierce whinny, a loud cry to gather my...my cousins on godsblood. Ugh, I hated thinking about it like that, but I couldn’t ignore our shared responsibility like this anymore. As I called, a long arc of white-hot lightning surged from my mouth, blasting into the sky to create a column that lanced through the darkening Birdsong clouds.
A storm was coming, and we had to plan for it.
"talk"
For once, Isopia was fine with the obligations that came with being related to the other demi-gods. Today, it felt as though it gave her strength. So often she went through life feeling as though she was one of a kind and that the problems she faced were unique to her. In this however, she was not unique. In this there were three other souls, carved and honed uniquely to understand this fucked up situation that they all found themselves in.
She'd talked to Mesec about the confusion that they felt regarding their roles and responsibilities, and what their purpose here actually was and what it was meant to do or provide. But now that need for structure and a fucking job description had come to a head.
And that head had a name.
Kaos.
A God who had appeared, knit himself a body using the sweat of their backs apparently, and then promised to ... well, Isopia didn't actually know what it was Kaos was going to do, but nothing about his situation or the events that proceeded his arrival suggested that this would end well.
"Hey." Isopia said with uncharacteristic familiarity despite the fact that'd forgotten most of what Roskuld had actually done for her. Though Hubris hadn't let any of her memories return, he had allowed her fondness and appreciation for what Ros had done slide back through the bond, and although Isopia was surprised to hear the near-affection in her voice, it didn't bother her. Though perhaps it was because she had too much on her mind.
"My Father disbanded the Falls. He said that it had pulled his attention away and was the cause of his lack of recognition of what Kaos was doing." Isopia offered, unsure of how quickly the news would have spread through Helovia. Her voice was like iron, so much stronger and full of heat, in contrast to her normally academic and sterile tone. "Excuses aside, how did they not see this coming?"
01-22-2017, 04:31 PM (This post was last modified: 01-22-2017, 04:32 PM by Mesec.)
Mesec couldn’t get the image of his mother standing idly beside Kisamoa Kaos out of his head. It was burned there, causing his gut to churn unhappily with sickness.
Had she known all this time?
He felt on edge as he followed Roskuld’s summons. Though he was no longer in warg form, it still felt as though he was bristling. Lucius and Lyra were feeding off of his restless energy - the former soaring overhead of the gathering demigods and the later with Vesper to keep her out of trouble. Not a single one of them was able to sit still for long.
He whickered a soft greeting to his cousins as he approached, coming to stand with the group - his silver eyes focusing on Little Earth as she shared her news from the Falls. “What?” Mesec’s disbelief caused the rhetorical word to slip out in a breath of angry air. How many had called the Falls home? And now it simply no longer existed because the Earth God was seeking an excuse for his ignorance. Or, at least, that was how he saw it - feeling his anger mix with new pity for all those cast out because of the God.
He could only answer Little Earth's question with one of his own. “Do you think my mother knew when she helped him change the beach?” Mesec asked, his quiet voice singed on the edges with doubt and anger. She had done a lot for him lately, though not exactly how he might have wished, and he had just been feeling better about their relation. It was hard to believe that the Goddess, who was wise and cunning, had not been able to see through the charade. Would she disband the Edge? Claim that her (minimal) involvement there had been distracting her as well?
There were too many questions and he could only hope that together, the four of them might be able to find some answers.
MESEC
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