"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.
11-24-2012, 10:21 PM (This post was last modified: 04-04-2017, 03:25 PM by Murdock.)
M U R D O C K If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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02-06-2013, 09:06 PM (This post was last modified: 02-10-2013, 04:36 PM by Murdock.)
The sea at his back provided a soothing and simple soundtrack to accompany the monotonous emptiness of the plains, and to compliment the dull roar of the thunder as the mass of clouds moved closer over the mountains. Murdock paused in his idle task of scraping at the soft snow underfoot, taking a moment to admire the abstract patterns he had created in the white face of the steppe. Green eyes traced the shadowed outlines of the shallow impressions, the back of his mind scarcely catching the muted sound of approaching hoof beats. Lifting his head, he cast a glance over his shoulder to fix his gaze upon the tall black mare that approached him. His mind was still vaguely clouded with the fog of his dreams, but he still recognized the Friesian as his student-to-be.
Emerald gaze remained fixed on the young mare’s face as she came about to face him, a warm smile working its way onto his lips as he greeted her. A moment of silence followed her words as he sized her up, taking into consideration her advantages in height and size. She was of a heavier build than he, and as such her blows were likely to sustain much more force. However, he would have the advantage of light and swift movement. He tipped his chin back to meet her gaze, lips parting to reply to her words. However, his greeting was abruptly interrupted as Orinthia leapt to the right, her body coming towards him on his left side before he had a chance to react.
Murdock was caught off guard by her quick action, and he payed for his surprise with a delay in his own retaliation. He sidestepped to the right, fighting the urge to spread his wings and leap out of harm’s way. The black mare had reared up on her hind legs, and her large hooves were aimed directly at the center of his back. He wasn’t fast enough in his dodge, however, and the toes of her hooves connected firmly with the left side of his barrel. He gritted his teeth against the pain, frustrated with his awkwardness. It had been months since he had fought anyone, and he was in rusty form.
Now, it was his turn to attack. He calculated his options quickly, turning his head towards her to assess their positions. Hardly wasting a moment, he pivoted sharply to the left on his heels and lunged towards her. As he passed her, his head curved down towards her elbow as his teeth aimed to plant a firm nip on her left shoulder; he didn’t intend to draw blood, after all she was still learning. He was planning on going easy on her until she could get into the swing of things. Not waiting to see if his attack was successful, he carried on past her until he was a good deal out of range of her hind legs.
Leaning back into a sliding stop, his hooves skidded through the soft snow until he came to a halt, leaving deep scars upon the surface of the steppe. The thunder roared ominously in the background as Murdock spun to the left in a half circle to face her. Adrenaline was surging through his blood and the exhilaration of fighting was beginning to catch up to him. His sides swelled with his deep breaths as he looked toward her, legs splayed beneath him as he awaited her next attack. “Is that all you got?!” He taunted playfully, a manic grin forming on his lips as he watched her.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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03-19-2013, 04:41 PM (This post was last modified: 03-19-2013, 11:49 PM by Murdock.)
The deafening clamor of battle still rang in his ears, reverberating in his skull as he squinted dark eyelids shut. It was always gruesome; always an ugly display of prehistoric inhibitions and barbaric instincts. He had been trained for war, though, and he was raised to fight and to defend his home and those he loved. Was it worth it? Perhaps this was a sign that he was finally falling apart, and the fractured pieces of his mind were beginning to disintegrate into oblivion. Emerald eyes opened slowly, taking in the great green spread of the Foothills as it stretched out below him. Silver hooves rested on the firm slate of a ledge that curved from the hillside, spray from the falls to his right misting against his dirty hide and coating his feathers with droplets of cool water.
This was his new home. It was beautiful. The sharp, dark cliffs struck a sharp pang of remembrance into his heart as his eyes traced the dark lines of the distant mountains. They were crowned with snow and misty clouds, the scent of rain hanging thick in the damp air. His body angled forward and down as he found his way onto a firmly packed path between tufts of green grass, hooves slipping across the wet earth as he descended the steep slope toward level ground. His bruised elbow ached as his weight was thrown onto his forehand, his curled tail draping over his hocks and trailing across the dew-soaked grass. His joints had grown stiff in his idleness, and his throat was parched and sore.
He set his course for the pool at the foot of the falls, his chin tilting down as dark lips touched to the water’s surface. The cool liquid revived his weary body, bringing life back to his aching muscles. The ragged flesh-wound upon his shoulder stung as the cool breeze swept over his body, and as he finished quenching his thirst he turned his head back to eye the dark stains upon his pale feathers and black hide. It was not a critical wound, but the pain was constantly nagging at the back of his mind and he had not been able to fly or even spread his wings as the movement tugged at the bloody laceration. He thought of washing it, to rid his matted coat of the dried blood and prevent infection; however, he was not able to reach it himself.
Turning away from the falls, he stepped carefully over the uneven ground as he wandered toward the sparse forest. The sky was hidden by pale grey clouds, the threat of a rare summer rain looming overhead. Murdock hated the rain, but at this point his mood could hardly be dampened further. He found his way over the rocky ground to the shelter of the trees, his wings shifting painfully over his shoulders as he tucked them in against his body. A great oak rose up from the damp earth before him, thin stalks of green grass curling about its twisted frame. He tipped his head back, eyes tracing the scarred bark up to the twisted branches that reached out in all directions as if searching for the sun.
"So…how are you?” His voice was a weary drawl, ears swiveling back on his head as he watched the leaning oak. It said nothing. Not even the creak of ancient branches responded to his empty words. Rude, Murdock thought as he turned his back toward the tree. He didn’t often speak to in-animate objects, though he managed to find a sort of silent comfort in their presence; it was simply one of his many oddities. The last time he had sought conversation with such a ‘being’, he had been splayed out upon the wind-swept snow with the dark mare standing over him. A faint sigh escaped his lips, his weight shifting on his hips as he looked out toward the mountains. She was the only one he could call a 'friend' in this new land, but they were two worlds apart and he avoided the possibility that they might never see each other again. Eye-lids flickering shut, he pressed his shoulder into the bruised bark of the oak to take the pressure off his aching feet.
"talk talk talk"
Lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky
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04-28-2013, 05:38 PM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2013, 06:57 PM by Murdock.)
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09-21-2013, 12:22 PM (This post was last modified: 09-22-2013, 06:12 PM by Murdock.)
M U R D O C K
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03-10-2015, 08:42 PM (This post was last modified: 03-10-2015, 08:42 PM by Murdock.)
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02-28-2017, 05:51 PM (This post was last modified: 02-28-2017, 06:56 PM by Murdock.)
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