"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.
01-29-2017, 01:38 AM (This post was last modified: 01-29-2017, 02:42 AM by Ru.
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A thin layer of sweat covers the earth-toned figure. Offering a light sheen that shimmers in the clear skies. A speck, a feather that drifts beyond the earth’s mortal clutches. Where the living lay to rest, and the dead succumb to dirt and gravel.
There is a god that cannot be beaten that resides in the once-child’s mind. There are magics and beings she cannot fathom, aspirations that float precariously over her head – but she is too mute, too young and stupid to know how or when to sink her hooves into them. They have all ceased to exist in the caverns of that mind. The wind and the sun inhabit her cranium. From outside and within the steady strum of wings and recoiling muscles, pushes restlessly against her limits. Somehow there is peace in the test of wills. A break to thought, a reawakening of sensation.
The mare inhales, aware of the crisp air by how it slightly burns the entrance to her throat. She adjusts to beat against the currents, or to merely be pulled and tossed by their presence. Lost to trying, lost to worrying – left with her soul to carry on daringly over the lands. A waning light, obscured by what the world has taught her. And hoping, just hoping that she can spend one more day without having to be consumed by its weight.
It adds to the urgency that takes her strides. The sharp shapes of her wings pull her body further and within the Riptide Isles; an element of danger rides on the edges of her heels. Rogue winds hide between the haphazard shapes of the islands. Torn and cut out by the test of time.
With a heavy inhale she dives; the mare’s wings snap in, sooty legs are folded as much as they can – before punching them out and skimming the ocean table top. Swerving, back and forth - fighting, against opposite pulls; setting her sights on elevating her vulnerable position. Even as her head swims with unbalance, dizzy and light from the abrupt changes in speed.
Ru elevates while weaving in between the pieces of island, turning sharp and close to their sides. At times, she manages to push off their jagged edges from her hooves with childish giggles. Noises she carelessly offers up to the wind, as if to mock or simply jest with the element as old friends might. Give me more, she hums into the quiet expanse ahead of her. Spring has fueled Ru’s veins with a toxic vigor, and it grows and grows as she wages war with the gales.
A war she can’t hope to win. A war, she can only learn and struggle to understand before it takes her, casts her out for her mortal weaknesses.
The girl, the woman, the spirit of mind and body fancies she might be spared the earth’s dull gravity. And be cast out into the reaches beyond their lonely planet, become stardust – travel into the unknown lost and wanting.
As was and will ever be.
Fresh and cruel wind sends the girl darting to the right. She braces for a cliff side that she pummels into against her sides – avoiding her outstretched wing. Embraces the freefall that comes after that. Followed by rock and sprouting foliage. She breathes hard, she manages small adjustments with her body and wings –before breaking free and hissing out into the air in one long gasp. The ocean is an outstretched limb away. The mare has managed not to crash into its depths. And keeps a steady flight just above the waters.
That’s it. She coached herself.
Glaring eyes swept about. Taking in the surrounding labyrinth of harsh, daunting rock formations. And the looming waters sparkling below.
02-03-2017, 08:44 PM (This post was last modified: 03-23-2017, 02:54 AM by Azulee.
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From her vantage high up in the vast blue vault of the sky, Azulee casts her gaze upon the wretched earth flung far below, she a valiant valkyrie aloft on a bed of cool air. Black wings ebb and flow through tributaries of wind, rowing her slender form onward through the heavens. The air is thin this high, here among the clouds; and cold—the storm-child finds it enlivening. Feathers wreathed in static sizzle against the brisk wind as it whispers in her ears like a thousand spirits. She shivers as it fingers the softness of her flesh, and breathes deeply, invigorated.
A smile splits her inky lips; the little bird loves nothing more than flight, as surely all winged ones do. The sky is her blanket of security, her hearth, and her refuge: comforting and always there, which is more than she can say of those who gave her flesh.
And so she dances, weaving this way and that, curling and swooping through an empty sea, then winging ever upward. If it were up to her, she'd never come down again.
But those are the fantasies of a child, and of course, she always does.
Far below rages the ocean, scattered with jagged rock spotted in green, poking out of the sea like the mangled vertebrae of some great conquered sea beast. The tang of seawater can be smelt even up here, and it teases her nostrils. She sees the glistening of cold water battering a million foamy heads against the wind. And, above it, a spec of light in the shape of a horse, gliding along, two wings jutting from its sides. She watches as the mare is taken suddenly by a gale that brings her crashing into one of the bluffs, and then poises herself again, impressed at the woman's finesse.
Azulee's curiosity bristles, and she fights the forces of the skies to will herself downward, plummeting through the air like a glorious comet. It batters her, tosses her mane gracelessly about her face and into her eyes, causes her body to teeter. But she wills through it, her titan's wings fit to the task. And once a few dozen feet from the object of her interest, a nicker parts from her lips.
Azulee tempers her speed, broad vulture's wings flushed out wide against self-made breezes. She tilts her warrior's body a degree upward, wiry limbs bent to her chest, then wills her body forward again, narrowing the gap between herself and the other winged one. She brings herself to the mare's left side and cranes her neck sharply toward the other body, just above her left buttock. She reaches out a dark muzzle, teeth winking between soot lips like a flash of lightning. They seek out the mare's haunches with a light nip. Then, she arches her body up and away, pivoting on an outstretched wing-tip.
Buoyant laughter spills from her bosom like the rushing water just below them, its salty lips kissing her belly. She smiles wildly, peering back at the woman as she swoops higher into the sky, hoping to incite a game of cat-and-mouse, that is, if cat's and mice could fly.
physical force and magic is permitted to be used on Azulee at any time provided it does not involve powerplay (unless specified otherwise); please contact me before attempting to kill.
02-06-2017, 02:00 AM (This post was last modified: 02-06-2017, 02:03 AM by Ru.)
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A click tears her focus away from the view of a restless ocean. Noir greets her gaze, dusted in highlights of blue, verdant eyes that hold the sky. Ru’s kohl lined orbs widen, the porcelain feathers along her neck stand up in alarm. In having been found out so easily, so sudden – off guard in the bliss that she embraces in the sky, and drinks herself silly in all that it has to offer.
The steady strum of her wings keeps her body level. Blinking, watching as spidery hair trails behind the body that leans slightly back. A quiet, brooding hum pressed between the mare’s lips. She raises a brow, casting her head back to watch the roguish pegasi with a crooked grin that knits with bemusement.
Teeth glow in the high sun. The bite on her left hindquarters sends a childish, unexpected squeal from the mare. Unfurling her neck feathers, pluming as the challenge is offered in a raucous laughter. Sending jolts of excitement that leave the ashen mare’s eyes glinting with a nearly predatory glare. Spotting the mare as she elevates herself into the heavens.
“Ah!” Is her cracked and singed voice; hey!
There is already some distance between them, before Ru grunts out with a heavy pulse from her wings – and begins to angle herself after the vagabond. She can’t make out the stranger’s smile, but her eyes are cast upon their target – hungry and daring to return the favor.
White primaries flare to hold the wind and push her higher up. Her heart is already racing, but the woman was built to persevere. An updraft pulses from below her, she takes the opportunity – and glides as she’s pulled further along. Wings knife through the wind as it leaves with warm, gentle kisses against her belly.
Ru pursues the rogue from behind, chirping at as she continues to stretch her wings out – carving out the air. Making small, quick and subtle shifts to steer her way closer. Ru anticipates that the mare might dart away from her purchase, elevate, or balk and pull up perhaps for a surprise. Or perhaps swerve themselves among the giants that pollute the ocean, in the mists that litter from one upturned spike to another.
For now she keeps behind the mare. And calls out with a heavy, challenging yell against their heels. Hopefully enticing the obsidian mistress to up her maneuvering game. But what was meant to be a nearly serious, caustic cry is followed by short and broken laughter.
02-09-2017, 02:19 PM (This post was last modified: 03-23-2017, 02:54 AM by Azulee.)
She pinches a bit of flesh between her teeth and a plumed mane stands stiff. A raspy voice cries out its opposition and Azulee darts away; the pegasus is game, and our electric daughter smiles, the pinkness of her tongue wagging out between a cage of pearly teeth.
She cranes her neck to peer behind from the corner of an electrified gaze, smiling lopsidedly as this fellow bird—magnificent as she is, cloaked in feathers and mocha skin so rich in the golden wash of noon sunshine—roars out her battle cry. Azulee feels the woman hot on her heels and tucks them in tightly. Static licks up her limbs in the thrill of their chase, and little creatures of spark spring to life in the shape of dragons: one at her left side, and the other she sends to the mare chasing her. It circles playfully above and below Ru, just out of reach. Laughter bubbles up from Azulee's bosom, spilling from black lips like spiced whiskey: warm and husky. Their laughter mingles buoyantly in the sea mist like a chorus of voices steeped in liquor.
Feathers heavy with salt water slow their beating for a moment; Azulee slows herself, lion's tail swaying in front of the huntress, taunting, before she rushes forward with a great thrust of titanic wings. She angles upward as though there are strings tethering her and the gods snatch them up suddenly. She rises with her belly to the sky, then corkscrews clockwise, right side up again. All the while the pair weaves between islands much like stone giants, jutting from the ocean like hardy sentinels. She banks her wings to the right to pivot around a narrow outcrop of stone and round the other side.
A rapid heartbeat drums in her ears, adrenaline quickening the rush of blood through her veins. The breeze is the woodwinds, bright and airy, symphonized against her ear drums with the heavy rush of water; the crashing of waves.
Ebon wings tuck in slightly to dart her boyish figure down to the blue water once more and skids a hind toe along the waves. One of the static dragons plunges into the sea, and is gone. The other wings around the feathered mare once, then joins its creator. Azulee bobs her head vigorously, mane as dark as a starless night trashing wildly in the breezes.
physical force and magic is permitted to be used on Azulee at any time provided it does not involve powerplay (unless specified otherwise); please contact me before attempting to kill.
02-22-2017, 12:04 AM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2017, 08:59 PM by Ru.)
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Wicked eyes dart back behind the flurry of obsidian ahead of her. Eliciting a skip to her heart, a blooming allure that correspond with the sparks that travel along her prey’s limbs. Was she dreaming?
From out of nowhere in particular, their chase is accompanied by two dragons that swirl and play alongside them, cackling – as one swirls and entraps her form within the air. A startled squeak first emits from her darkened lips, but the gesture of laughter ahead of Ru washes away any trepid thoughts.
She attempts to spread the length of her wings, and stretch out all four limbs to graze the creature. But it swirls and flutters just out of reach. The mare’s wonder reverberates in the air with a curious, elated hum pressed behind her lips. With another sharp inhale of the crisp, salt air, she is swept away further into the dreamscape that is the Isles.
Although the vixen ahead of her appears to slow her pace, Ru increases her speed with added fervor. Stays her course, despite the updraft the other gains – and careens her neck upwards as her companion exposes her belly to the heavens. Grasping to place a jealous kiss against the top of her dock.
She doesn’t expect the acrid scent of the desert, or the once home she had ventured to as a child. All the while her fellow shifts away from her grasp – Ru lingers. Pulsing sharp wings higher, to elevate her soul from the lonesome memories that plague her from the Throat. Half-heartedly wondering if she was to blame for her sorry state. But as soon as she looses touch of the vast expanses separating herself from the electric phantom, she just as easily gains its awareness in a second or two.
Enough that she can try to predict which paths the ink-blotted mare carves out among the runes of land. And thus, Ru takes to weaving back and forth, in and out of the opposite turns that eventually twist their paths together. As soon as Azulee banks to the right of that one particular stone face, Ru takes to the left – and meets the mare around the bend with her legs tucked and her belly facing the other. Passing with wings perpendicular to the horizon. She swings her feathered tail in an attempt to brush the mare’s face.
Giggling childishly with a leveled hum, one that manages not to crack and spoil, between the restless winds and the roaring waves below.
Lazily, the mare makes a wide turn that will bring her back to the pursuit. Losing her spitting, crackling dragon to the waters. While the other passes by with a static cling – a shiver runs the length of her spine.
The woman beyond her is not like any other woman she’s met before. She has never had the experience of allowing the elements to sing their voices, and their spirits to maneuver their discourse that felt like something beautiful to Ru. With a solemn sigh, she is hoping they will not stop too soon – for the sake of saving the inevitable need for vocal communication.
Restlessly pushing those thoughts aside, she twists herself in the air to turn her belly skywards. Tucks her legs, and narrows her wings to bring her darting down to the mischievous creature. Tilting her head just so, in the hopes of avoiding a crash course with the woman – I’ve never done this before. She realizes a bit too late.
But her heart is pulsing, wild and daring fate to end her or become her guide. The gamble is made, as she aims her speed to place her right beside the mare on her left. Twisting only a quarter clockwise, Ru cuts across Azulee's path. Wings perpendicular to the ground in a tight right turn. The wing closest to the waters drags precariously along the surface, before she’s forced to level herself out.
Heaving to keep her afloat of the water’s grasp, she nears a rocky beach. Unable to maintain her elevation, she is forced to make an ungraceful landing. She nearly trips; her sides shudder under the previous strain. Sweat has easily riddled her dunskin hide into wet paths and clumps, stained by sea spray.
The woman whips her head about with an impromptu howl. Bright eyes searching for the sharp features, and electrifying allure of the navy pegasi.
03-23-2017, 01:39 PM (This post was last modified: 03-24-2017, 12:54 PM by Azulee.)
Storm child pirouettes through the air like a true balletic queen, swooping through curtains of wind as though she were lightning incarnate; swift and precise and electrifying.
In fact, she seems to have roused something feral in her fellow bird, and her heart sings with the fevered abandon of their theatrics; two strangers—no! Two children of the sky—intertwined in a dance of cat and mouse, unencumbered by words or names or the earth flung far below.
A dark belly reveals itself to the sun, and she feels a pair of teeth plant themselves on the peak of her hips: a brisk kiss that sends a squealish nicker rushing from Azulee's lips, and then a roguish grin as she pulls away from her company. Streams of wind rush swiftly under her, around her, unto her, and mighty ebony wings bend as if to cradle them. As she swoops around the rock face, she expects what she finds on the other side, but still her pulse quickens at the sight of her suspended in the air. Molten sunlight melts in white feathers, making them look much like a glowing halo, fit to crown the nymph who wields them.
She dips downward, twisting like an arrow confiscated by gravity. A whisk of feathers brush her bosom; a parting gift, soft and intimate, sending her heart into a flutter as she torpedoes down, down, down. She has half a mind to plunge her body beneath the waves, to baptize her heathen self in the hallowed sea. But at the last moment, she rights herself.
Azulee peers back as she skims along the waves, eyes as bright and wild as the blue-green water glittering in the sun.
The spark-dragon darts all about its puppet master, who wings along atop the crashing waves with the grace of a queen commanding her court. She tosses her head and clumps of hair heavy with salt water whip against storm-painted shoulders. She smiles wildly. Azulee can barely remember the last time she's played like this. It used to be her favorite game with Cirrus, who was always just that much quicker, but that is a lifetime ago now. The memory pricks at her heart, bittersweet.
This mare reminds her a bit of her sister. Roguish and wild.
When joined by her company, Azulee nickers warmly. She lifts herself up as her company swoops out in front, gliding just above. She imagines they are a pair of valkyries hunting the phantasms of childhood, spirits that play in the air just in front of their noses, but always out of reach.
Ru banks to the right, and Azulee tips her body in the opposite direction, the tips of her feathers also skimming the water and bringing her to teeter precariously. As she turns full-circle, the other sticks a rough landing on a rocky beach, and she snorts. The spark-dragon darts over to the mare, turning in tight circles around her head, and makes a strange staticy squawk sound as if to try coaxing her back into the sky. But it quickly phases out of existence, and Azulee too alights on the rocks.
"Tired already?" Azulee teases breathlessly.
She trots up to the front of her company, eyes glittering mischievously. She reaches out her muzzle to lip at the tangled strands of the mare's forelock, letting a moment slink by so they might catch their breath.
Ru is the last one to have landed a nip... is it Azulee's turn. The storm-singer rears up, wings flaring out as she bounds forward and to the mares left side. She cranes her head to nip at water-logged flanks, and then canters away, thrashing her head about. "Dance with me!" she howls! rearing and flailing her legs, mighty wings flushed wide, her words all swept up in laughter.
physical force and magic is permitted to be used on Azulee at any time provided it does not involve powerplay (unless specified otherwise); please contact me before attempting to kill.
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