"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.
07-04-2017, 01:28 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2017, 01:29 PM by Persephone.)
this old world has brought me pain but there's hope for me again
The sunset mare and her kitsune lazed by the water, gentle sunlight filtering through the leaves above. The rotunda, normally surrounded by greenery and life, was now falling into Orangemoon in a shower of oranges and reds. Though spring was the mare's favorite season, she had to admit that autumn was a close second. Who couldn't fall in love with the brilliant hues and perfect temperatures? Especially at mid-morning, with the last of the realm's birds singing their way south. Several alighted at the water's edge, bathing happily in the shallows before flitting away again. Persephone watched them with a smile. They were very happy creatures; would that she could be that easy again.
Something was happening in the land, something that she couldn't quite put her hoof on. Her pelt had been glowing at an alarming frequency for Orangemoon, which meant there was, for some reason, a huge influx of life into Helovia's lands. The mare wasn't sure what the reasoning was, nor whether it was even worth her concern. But for her, a lovely creature concerned with preserving life above all, the thought of so many younglings facing the winter without the summer to prepare them - well, the thought made her shudder. Particularly when the land was rife with chaos (and Kaos) as it was.
The thought of the Rift wiped the smile from her face in a hurry. Alecto wound around her forelegs, yipping softly to offer the mare comfort. -- Perhaps you are overreacting, -- the young kitsune offered helpfully, her many tails flicking with her barely-hidden concern. The mare frowned. Overreacting when she had heard whispers of Helovia's gods locked in battle with Kaos? Overreacting when the brilliant Sun, the beautiful Moon, the sassy Spark, and the solid Earth had departed from their posts? Overreacting when she could nearly feel the panic in the air? "Perhaps," she murmured all the same, retreating into the pavilion nearby to think. Alecto followed, drooping slightly at her inability to distract her bonded.
It would all be alright, wouldn't it? It would have to be.
Please tag Persephone in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
Want to plot with Persephone? Visit her plot page here!
07-05-2017, 08:18 PM (This post was last modified: 07-05-2017, 08:28 PM by Kratos.)
My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul
Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?
I've lost the parts of me that make me whole
I am the darkness, I'm a monster
Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Something dark and malicious was slowly constricting the land in a way that he could not explain. An ominous sense of foreboding had lingered in the air over the past months, dark and oppressive, and yet to his knowledge, nothing had happened. Every now and then his pelt would give off a soft glow to signal the loss of a life, but they were mostly faint, likely prey falling victim to a predator preparing for the encroaching winter, such was the circle of life.
But there was something far more troubling on the devil's mind. His loyal, ever-present companion was nowhere to be found, and it had been that way for longer than he cared to think about. Jaeger had been charged with his care shortly after his birth and it was he who had assured their safe passage from Estanzia to Helovia (not 'Helvoonia' as he and his behemoth of a friend had previously thought), but seemingly overnight, he had disappeared without a trace. Now, Kratos walked alone, wandering aimlessly in search of his friend in a world that was not his own, praying to the deities he didn't believe in that Jaeger still walked among them, that one of gentle pulsations of his hide wasn't meant for him, that it never would be.
Despite whatever it was going on around them and no matter where it was Jaeger had gone, the season carried on, the trees slowly losing their vibrant green shades in favor of radiant oranges and rich reds. It was so very different than dank home, the brightness of it all nearly enough to curl the stallion's lips taut, but never would he wish to return. If he did, he hoped that he would find his homeland torn to pieces and the heads of his parents on long pikes for their vacuous actions, or better yet, be given the chance to do it himself.
With a sharp inhale, he took one last look around the dense area and intended to leave after that, but up ahead, a single word is carried upon the dulcet breeze, catching in his ears and drawing his attention towards it. It was much too feminine to be Jaeger, such was his luck, but the devil finds himself carrying forward all the same, his substantial frame silent as he moves courtesy the silken cloak that hung around his neck and draped over his back.
He isn't wholly aware what it is he should be expecting, but as he surpassed the stone rotunda sitting near the bank of the brook and his cerulean eyes capture the familiar form of a childhood friend, now grown, his breath hitches. There was no mistaking her, the dawn-child who had grown up alongside of him, ironically, the only speck of brightness in his otherwise dismal colthood in Estanzia. They had been torn apart too suddenly, spurred by rising threats and talk of a revolution, so quickly that he'd been denied the chance to even tell her where he was going or that he was even leaving at all.
When he spoke, his voice was rough, strained from lack of use over the months but carrying the slightest waver of disbelief upon it.
this old world has brought me pain but there's hope for me again
The sunset mare gazed out of the rotunda, her amber eyes steady on the water. She had come a long way from being the terrified, jumpy mare who had fallen out of the Rift; she had made friends, become a healer, helped her herd... but now they had all scattered to the winds, and even if they'd still been together, their god was gone.
"Persephone?"
The voice interrupted her rambling train of thought with a familiarity that was startling. Where had she heard it before? The memory was a half-buried one, of a happier time long ago. The mare turned to see, but Alecto had moved first, and by the time Persephone had turned to regard her childhood friend, her cheerful kitsune had darted to dance around his feet, tails twirling happily. So astonished was she to have found a familiar face at long last that she didn't even scold the fox-creature's lack of manners.
"Kratos?" she gasped. She softest of chuckles, a quiet twinkling of cheer, fell from her lips as she stepped forward. "It is you, isn't it?" How could this be? She had heard nothing of him for - gods, it had been years now! And of all the places to find him, years later and worlds apart, they had stumbled across one another again in Helovia! Had he tumbled through whatever barrier separated Helovia from the Rift at the same time she had?
"Where - what - how -?" she stumbled, before catching herself and pausing shyly. This was not the behavior of a well-bred lady from Estanzia. Not that it mattered anymore, did it? Not when her new home seemed to be bound to tumble down around her years. "I'm sorry," she started again finally, "It's just - you disappeared, and it's been so long, and - well, I just - how in the world did you end up here?"
Please tag Persephone in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
Want to plot with Persephone? Visit her plot page here!