"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.
03-14-2013, 04:47 PM (This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 04:49 PM by Ailith.)
No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come
The distant thudding of hooves upon the dry grasses made Ailith awaken from her daydreaming. She hadn't been expecting this vision in white nor had she expected this war-beaten queen to appear so haggard. But what was it that she had been expecting anyways? They had both come away from invasion with much more (or less) than either could have foreseen and yet here they were neither a winner nor a loser. For what could have been said of the Grey, a band of misfits who had been lucky enough to rip the Foothills from beneath Jackal's absent heels? Or what had been lost to his former followers, a herd with no real purpose who had thought it wise to rely on their ghost-like patriarch (who so willingly left them in ruin)? Ailith had experienced many things since finding herself a part of these very lands but of all her experiences, she had not found much in the way of belonging. What she had found had been only fear and sorrow in the eyes of those who had looked upon her that day before battle. No one had guided them into that fight and now no one guided them away from it. Each held their own that day and Ailith was not likely to forget it. Instead, like many before her, Ailith was only searching for purpose in the bones that remained of her loyalty to a Stallion that she had never even spoken to.
Perhaps Ailith thought she would find purpose here with the Grey, or perhaps not. Only time would tell.
Gazing into the dual-toned glare of the alabaster queen, Ailith nodded solemnly upon her approach. The silence between them was not perceived as kindness and yet there was no malice in the way that she presented herself. For a moment it was easy to imagine that this was just another day, another casual meeting that had been happened upon out of mere curiosity. But beneath the surface of such an amiable exterior lie questions with inevitable answers.
However, expectations no matter how large or small were never something that Ailith liked to concede to. But as she stood before this icy queen, her resolve wavering against a sea of emotions, her fantasies were suddenly long forgotten. Reality tasted of ash upon her tongue and her response was little more than a whisper. "How could I leave?" She gestured towards the dunes as if an explanation could be found amongst their highs and lows or as if the hills themselves had obliged her to stay.
Again she peered into the eyes of a mare that was in all respect, no different than Ailith herself and tried to find some trace of humility there. Ahead of them, the rolling grasses blew haphazardly in the breeze while silence ensued. Would they ever see common ground or would the wall between them only grow thicker? "Let me join you." Her words were quiet upon the wind and held all the greatness of promise or demise. How this mare interpreted her request would decide whether or not she would once again watch the skyline from these very hills or from a different life entirely.
OOC|| ....errr. I don't know if I like how this turned out.