"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.
06-12-2017, 02:21 PM (This post was last modified: 06-12-2017, 02:29 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
The girls remark was something that the beast expected out of her. A smile almost cracked at the edge of his blackened maw. To his pleasant surprise the woman followed him into the blood stained cave. Gray eyes watched the storm worsen outside of the small rock surrounded home. His body glowed with the flickering light of the warm tones from the fire. His mind went back to her question that she asked outside. what kind of girl do you think I am? A heavy sigh left his maw “I think you are the kinda girl who does not put up with any bull shit. I feel like you hide a softer side of your self behind a stone like exterior, but what do I know? I am just a Time Mender, a broken soul, and as some say a creep.” His voice chuckled slightly looking back to the woman.
The small black bird shook the water from his feathers onto the painted girls back. His eyes would have lightened if there was any joy or happiness left in his heart. He had a soft spot for companions. Nox was never lucky enough to obtain one himself. Weavers voice broke his concentration. The girl was asking about the bleeding. It was a good question and only those who cared enough would care to ask. Looking to the stone ground his eyes followed the drops of crimson liquid.They ran down his legs and body, and trickled across the features of his face. “It is a curse. You know how some around here are blessed with a magic that allows them to walk on water, change colors, and grow plants where they walk? I am not so lucky. This curse is something that runs in the family. It is a spell that the devil himself conjured. Decades ago my grandfather made a deal with a demon. He wanted to live forever, and he wanted his family to live forever. So the deal was made. My family could live forever, but it was at a cost. Every cures was different. I suffer from bleeding cuts on every cloudy night. When the night's are clear the scars glow .” His stone gray eyes looked deep within the fire. Then once he was done he looked back to the mare. “I am sorry to ramble on. Tell me Weaver, if you can. How does it feel to know that you could die? I have been to hell and seen the fire inferno, but I always get dragged back to life. I feel like a shell trapped on this earth forever. ” His dead eyes fell back to the storm that brewed outside. Heavy demonic horns lowered to push another log into the fire. Nox yearned to know what the feeling of death was like. He lived every day knowing that death could not knock at his door step. The soul trapped within his body grew with age, but his body remained young. Years meshed into days, and everything felt the same. Others could never understand what it felt like to know you were trapped here forever, while everyone passed on. His soul was sold to the devil, his heart was black and cold. No one ever understood him, no one tried to understand him. Tiamat tried her best, but the sweet girl did not understand that the beast was bound to hell. No matter what he did.
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