"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.
you can try to dirty my name,
but I'll wear your hate like war paint
There is no containing the fear which gripped her heart the moment her swollen sies began to quake. The tell tale trembling of the life inside desperately trying to get out. She had hoped she could last long enough, for what she could not say. An omen perhaps? That the Gods had not abandoned them as the World crumbled and blackened beneath their hooves?
No omen had come, and that optimism had bled away into grim feelings of abandonment and despair. As her knees bent down toward the grass of the meadow, she realized that those dark marks upon her heart only turned another shade darker. She would bring a life into this world, as the world in turn lost it's own. A agitated nicker escaped her as she laid her head between the vivid flowers that seemed more muted than she remembered and set to work pushing the life from her.
Sweat lined her chimeric body and each push she willed herself to give set her body alight with both pain and concern, her feathered wing lifted and gently fanning her side whenever she had the energy to spare. Nephele had almost forgot what birth was like, her children were grown and hopefully far away from Helovia by now. Caught by the same case of wanderlust she had when she was but a babe ready to spread her wings and fly. Hopefully, she could do the same for this one, some small part of her still hoped. Take them far away from the troubles which ailed around them, back to the place she had called her home in the years following her original departure.
Her thoughts distracted from the pain long enough for the last push to break through, one last lanced jab of pain as the child slipped from her and into the grassy bank she had chosen. In an instant, with more effort than she would of liked, her head lifted to glance at the small feathered mass. Gangly, she noted as she shifted enough to right her body, nose outstretched to gently to press against her child's side. The foal gave a stifled whinny, downy wings half-flapped as her daughter gasped her first few lungfuls of air as her legs set about finding their purchase. There's no denying the father, as if she had ever doubted the paternity, her dalliances with the Sultan were the only ones she'd bothered to entertain, but the skull which had gifted it's grim visage to her face confirmed that she was one of Volterra's own.
"Antiope." She muttered under her breath, as she began to clean her daughter
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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Force & violence permitted with the exception of maiming & death
Given the amount of births he has attended, one could be forgiven for thinking that Volterra would be rather blase about the introduction of a new child into life. This is not the case - each time a foal of his is born, it is a miracle of its own, one that he cherishes as though it is the first one he's ever seen.
Today is no different as the onyx leviathan marches through the Meadow towards Nephele. This child wasn't planned - he and the antlered warrioress had a friends-with-benefits situation intended for pleasure rather than reproduction, but Volterra's rampant virility had other ideas. Regardless of the foal's status as a 'whoopsie', it will be loved and adored, raised to be a miniature warlord. The beast's stride is strong as he moves through the land, trying not to worry about the fact that this child is being born into such dark, twisted times.
The corrupted atmosphere has had an affect on Vérzés - he's started breathing toxic fumes in addition to his frost. He does this with gusto, causing his prey to tumble, dead, to the floor without him even needing to touch them. He demonstrates his new ability as he and Vadir soar above their mammoth bonded, their eyes trained on the birthing mare in front of them. The golden queen is less enamoured with her red brother's fledgling talent - she'd thought herself special with her ability to breathe both fire and shock.
Volterra lurks a safe distance away during the birth itself, knowing better than to get within kicking range of a female in labour. Only once he hears the familiar thud of a wet new body hitting the loam does he shift towards Nephele, swiftly drinking in the newborn's appearance. It's a filly, winged like her mother, and she is swiftly given the name Antiope. "A strong beauty," the beast booms, his blessing given easily to the newborn.
I NEVER FEAR DEATH OR DYING, I ONLY FEAR NEVER TRYING
I AM WHATEVER I AM, ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME NOW
image: araxel
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
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