"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.
12-01-2012, 01:57 PM (This post was last modified: 12-01-2012, 01:57 PM by Prometheus.)
Seasons have passed and I have lost everything. My home was of little concern, but without it I am in everlasting solitude. My magic and control is gone. I have heard whispers and watched from the border as an abomination slithers into my place. And then there is the greatest loss.
Today has been the first day I could no longer feel him. Pyr has been gone for so long now, all I have felt is his fear and love. But today there is nothing, and somehow, that is far worse. I feel a rage burn within my breast as the possibility of the Sultana's murderous rage rising to a peak occurs to me. I feel as though he is dead, and it seems as if he is gone. He would never speak to me before, but now the silence seems more complete.
I fear for him. The desire I once had to gain control of the air seems a foolish one now. With the bones gathered in a bucket I'd once forged and now could no longer control, I make my way across the land bridge. The lava at my feet spits and hisses, and the bones of Voltaic, Irc, and the unknown pegasus from the marsh rattle in their place. Hatred and a vile taste build in my mouth; it takes all I can to stop it from spewing forth.
"Show yourself, Sun God! I have waited too long for your return, now give me what I've asked of you." It appears no amount of holding back can diminish the bite in my tone. I have always had little patience for the quarrels of the Gods, and the consequences it has had on me make me even less receptive to pity.
12-03-2012, 01:02 AM (This post was last modified: 12-03-2012, 01:09 AM by God of the Earth.)
The GOD of the SUN
Burn the whole world down
A pillar of fire swaths the ornate statue that stands as the Sun God's shrine. The flame spits and crackles between the metal and rock, hissing and writhing like hungry snakes. In the heart of the orange glow, a bright white begins and expands until it is over encompassing and battles with the sun above for brilliance.
From the glow the god emerges, bathed in flames as his form steps eagerly onto the plateau. The spiral of his antlers rises like a gnarled crown from his head, tilting as his gaze steadies on the immortal before him. A devilish grin crosses his maw and is soon split by a rough and raucous laugh. "Long Prometheus? You sound like a mortal speaking as such. I would have expected your'd know better than to measure seasons in such a way." The god is in good humor despite the zombie's foul mood that seemed only equal to his foul odor. The bright spirits of the Sun could not be dampened by insignificant prayers when he too had waited long to return here.
With mirth still on his feature the Sun God spreads his wings wide, nearly as if to mock the absence of them upon Prometheus, or perhaps as a display of what he would soon have. Likely the cynical undead would take the first meaning. The fire still crackling within his shrine is consumed by the shadow of his wings and set running along the edges of his primaries. His hooves shift on the ground as he prepares to gift the unfortunate child of eternity.
"There will be pain," he warned briefly before sweeping his mighty wings down in a great movement. Flames staggered in the air and danced around Prometheus, snapping eagerly at the bones in the bucket which was readily reduced to a pool of molten metal. Another down stroke and the bones lifted and began to shape themselves as the flames beckoned them into their deadly dance. A third and final sweep of his wings, the feather tips brushing Prometheus as they moved, and the bones were melted into his body.
The winged appendages folded neatly along the Sun God's backside and he appraised his handy work with keen golden eyes. The flesh would be raw and tender where the bones connected to Prometheus' shoulders and withers for a few days, but they were functional. Despite the skeletal design lacking skin, except when the boy used his potential form, the bones themselves were infused with his magic and they would carry the zombie true.
12-03-2012, 01:30 AM (This post was last modified: 12-03-2012, 01:30 AM by Prometheus.)
I grin in the face of the fire. What a comforting and familiar thing it is. Once I had walked through fire, manipulated it to my liking. I had almost killed with such a power- killed the one I love. And now the god stands before me as if he knows nothing of my ills. Certainly the God of the Sun cansee into my mind, clouded by death as it is.
Or had the gods created something even they could not control? The thought tickles me, but the God's comment turns my face to stone. "One would think you would better understand the passing of time after your sojourn," I utter in a somewhat low growl, remembering with a pang the loss of my companion. "Time is just as much measured in loss as it is anticipation. Even the dead are subject to such ills." I had been a fool to trust Midas with such an important task. The question remains, however; am I the murderer for weakening Pyr, is Kri for crushing him, or is Midas for failing to heal him? Only two of the suspects could suffer for their crimes, and I have no intention of fair trial.
But this is no time for thoughts of revenge or idle chatter. The Sun God speaks, warning me of pain and prize, and my body stiffens to greet the oncoming magic. Bones melt and shift; the bucket drops. From my back the bones extend, and for a moment there is no pain. But then time shifts and I stand as my potential, with feathered wings bursting forth through flesh and spurting hot, living blood against the stone. Were the air not so hot to begin with I may have heard it, but as it is I feel the pressure and burning pain around and within me. I let out a wretched cry, one of giving up, one of forgetting to care. I see pulsating light and spots of red and white cloud my vision. I remember that which I love, that tiny tiger cub now grown.
My body curls and hits the stone with sudden force. The body of the potential withers away in illusion, but my child-like figure still seems weak. Flesh tinges where it connects the bone wings, the wings that instinctively expand and unfurl. They clatter together, creating a beautifully sickening chorus of sound that is furthered by the crackling of flame. Eyes filled with worship turn upwards, and I gaze up at the god to speak.
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