"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.
05-31-2017, 08:35 PM (This post was last modified: 06-02-2017, 10:52 AM by Odd.)
another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
Ahhh short because I don't know how to start threads. Whoever you want! @Zuno
Still young, life presented new challenges and opportunities to the small tribrid girl almost every moment of every day. Life was still new and exciting, and as Otem ventured out—either without or without her twin—she always found things to catch her attention.
Today, it was the aisles.
The girl couldn't fly yet, but that didn't stop her from standing on one of the banks, wings spread to embrace the salty breeze, imaging what it would be like to glide across the water. Otem supposed it wasn't that bad to wait. If nothing else, Pandora, the small owlet tangled in her mane, couldn't fly yet either. Although Otem was more than happy to carry the owl around, should she fall out while they were flying, she'd almost certainly drown by the time Otem could circle around to find her.
"I guess we just wait for now." She murmured, receiving a small hoot of agreement from Pandora.
He doesn't like the sea, or the sand, but then again, Zhu doesn't particularly like anything. It must have been for humor that he was born to a mare so heavily in tune with the desert, especially with his rage towards sand.
Going inland is what his mind is set on. Hiding the right place to merge into the growth is the difficult part. There's been nearly hours of him walking up and down the treeline looking for the right spot, making small steps in the direction of any opening only notice that it won't fit his size.
It all ends in a snort, a shake of the head and a stomp of a hoof, rage brewing in him as the steps spent moving backwards, away from the growth, rise in count.
He's honestly about to say fuck this, and turn back, brave the cooling sea water and try and break his way back into the Throat in hopes that his mother will be the one who finds him at his arrival. It's not like he'll care that he invaded their home. As far as his eyes can see, the Throat belongs to him almost as much as he belongs to it, and that isn't very much.
That at least leaves him some rights, though.
He's looking for the right place to go from when he finds the child, standing out against the paleness of the sand like a dark smudge, a pile of shit left behind for someone, like himself, to have to look at. He nearly does take it as an overgrown pile of dung for a while there, catching only her dingy smudge-like appearance from afar, before the need to know comes across him so strong that his tongue clicks! against the roof of his mouth and brings back the rough outline of a small, very, very small, winged child, standing alone on the shoreline.
No emotion stirs at the fact that she's alone. Zhu is not one to typically care for anyone, and not even a child will win the better of him. "Hülye, hogy egyedül marad a tengerparton." Whether or not she understands him is her problem. Common Loorien has long since struggled to rest easy on his tongue, and at the temptation to try it out, he feels himself shun it into the darkness.
If anything, the presence of a nuisance language that she can't understand might run her off, and he can take her place on the beach. The thought cocks a rough smirk on the side of his face that's his own inside joke. What makes it so pleasurable is that he doesn't intend to hold it very long if he does manage to run her off, and if anything, will use it as a place for him to swim off into the ocean, towards that mark on the horizon that is undoubtedly the Dragon's Throat. He hasn't forgotten. "A mélységben szörnyek fognak enni." A chuckle rolls off his lips, adding to the fact that it is a tease on her behalf. Are children scared of the monsters in the sea? Had he? Hobgoblin had always come off as one, the way his mother seemed to fear him back then but still kept him closer than she kept her own children.
OOC: sobbing because this is kinda crappy but he'll warm up. First posts seem to be the issue with him.
Translations Hülye, hogy egyedül marad a tengerparton. It is stupid to be alone on the beach. A mélységben szörnyek fognak enni. Monsters from the depths might come to eat you.
I don't think spending less time in the Throat will help the degrading state of my mind, that by somehow running away from the problems they'll just go away. I know that's what my mother had tried, but she never got very far at all, because her problems are always there (im gespräch mit ihr). I heard her, listened to her torment as they tore her apart from the inside out, broke her down until my mother simply wept against the earth and moaned to be left alone, begging for Death. She begged the same way I do, but she did it so outwardly, showed her weaknesses so casually, allowed herself to be vulnerable and scared and show it. Yes, I was terrified, a paranoid bubble of child, always waiting for something to go grossly wrong and be blamed for it.
It never happened, not to my face - but what did they say behind my back, when I paid them no mind or looked the other way? What cruel things do they say in hushed tones, mocking me for the way I am, for the way I look (hässlich) or the mouth I have (dreckig). The thought of them conspiring against me when I had my back turned made me all the more anxious, always on edge about seeing them, seeing the hate and disgust in their hollow eyes (was it really there?). But there are shreds of doubt, moments where I believe that maybe I'm taking it too far, seeing too into it, thinking they are accusing me of things they have never even considered.
But those doubts are thrown aside when I see the large body moving towards the familiar petite shape of a new schädel gesicht, as Zeki and Kye and so fondly described my family, full of macabre features over black bodies. "Ja, ihre definierende eigenschaft sind die schädel," the two had told me once, having recalled something of meeting a few during their moments in the Throat - back when my mother was still a member. I had asked them if I had a skull like my brothers and sisters, and I saw the shaking of a brilliantly bright head, "du bist anders, kleiner entlein." I felt my stomach sink, and suddenly I was giving up (hässliches entlein), crumbling to the ground and gasping at the hooves of the brothers, judging gaze laid on my crumbling body, burrowing into my skin as I sobbed (as close to I can get to it). I would get used to the feeling of being crushed like this, of becoming a family disappointment, of being the hässliches entlein.
I stare at the pair, approaching quietly, hesitant as I pick up words from the large stallion, stiffening when his guttural voice breaks the silence, snaking through the air and taunting me. I furrow my brows, quickening my pace, no longer hesitant but desperate to defend my sister with the tiny, almost indistinguishable chick buried in her tufts of mane. I hadn't interacted much with her, but I knew that she was a daughter of Volterra, rushing forward to ward off the bulky prick that loomed over us both. I would not stand for it, despite my dispositions against my family, I felt that I should at least ward off the evil demon of an equine before he did something he regretted. I was not a threat to him, not the way I was now (powerless, useless, a waste), but I could at least try.
"Hé!" I'm shouting, ears flat as I address the stranger, teeth grinding together as I reach the two. I don't even acknowledge the fact that I'm speaking Apa's tongue, that I'm reverting to his roots rather than speaking the native tongue. I don't think I even register that he spoke to Otem in this tongue either, that he warned her, that he even spoke the language at all. I think I'm too furious (again) to piece together the puzzle, too angry, letting the details of his body (bulky, heavy, Volterra) slip from my mind and his knowledge of our tongue run between my fingers. It is just my rage, my brewing blood at his existence. His appearance has my blood boiling, bubbling beneath the surface of gnarled dark skin, mangled wings twitching and scarred features upturned to the warm red of the stallion. "Nézd meg, ki az, a faszfej. Fedjük le a füled, Otem." I would not let this man get away with scaring children, crushing them and so casually discarding of guilt, refusing to accept that he was acting cruelly."Lelép, hülye picsa, ha tudod mi a legjobb." I spit the words at his hooves - almost literally - sneering at him even though I was petite beside him, shoving my nose up and puffing my chest out, trying to prove that I was intimidating, that I was a threat.
schädel gesicht - skull face, aka vol offspring C':
Nézd meg, ki az - look who it is (the fuckface)
Fedjük le a füled - cover your ears
Lelép - step off (or step down)
ha tudod mi a legjobb - if you know what's best
shes gotta cuss zhu out a lil more, sorry baby otem