"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.
Do you wanna see how much I can take? Can't you just leave bad enough alone?
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I am so old- so old and alone, abandoned by those that once loved me and left here by the center of the earth with little but an inclination to die. Alisier is for all intents and purposes dead; I may have fled the scene of the invasion with him by my side, but he has always been rather adept at finding his way away from me.
And since his parting, in a brilliant display of color and emotion, I have been alone save for my ever faithful Arbutus. Though his tears saved me from the invasion's injury over time, he is left now powerless over my pain. To some extent I am not surprised that this has come to pass; the capability to kill myself has always been prevalent. It is within everyone, I simply have chosen for it to take me over. It is easier, I think, to let the world pass you by and allow an impulse to control your life.
And what life has this been? Love, yes- I shan't forget it. But never was I offered the love of my children, and in time it seemed their mother's has faded just as well. And my own parents, what of them? Voltaic, dead, and Iris? One could only hope she'd met the same end.
I tremble at the heart's lip. My weak hocks, the pain I was born with, have only barely managed to bring me to this place. Soon I will fall- from weakness and strife, to my end. It would be so easy- as easy as letting my tail fall and sweep lines behind me in the ashen trail, as easy as closing my eyes as if to sleep. But he cries- will Arbutus ever stop crying?
Prometheus & Pyr
our own little corner of the world
You have assured me once again that this is the path to my glory. Strange on some days how we are as simple a pair as dog and master. But we offer no such simplicity unto the world! No, it must be wrestled from our united jaws- found through the bile of complexity, the acid of understanding. Within that lies our true roles, hidden from the world in a masterful display of apathy.
Disappointment after disappointment have led us here. I have long since left the notion of joining the Basin's ranks behind, finding instead more suitably ambitious roles. Rather proudly, I have been declaring to you my prepared statement at any possible hour. Even into the darkness surrounding the heart, I pour my thoughts into the empty world.
"We are the Scythe, and I am your king!"
Yes. It has a certain ring to it. Your silence is enough agreement and appreciation. I understand your tacit, intelligent opinion on the matter. I will create a world for you and I. Perhaps at the expense of others- perhaps at the expense of her.
She stands curiously alone, I think to you. Though you note the fire by the side, I find her own figure, dark and svelte, attractive yet somehow beyond attraction, to be more captivating. The melted posture of defeat that has settled across her shoulders is familiar. We have no use for the weak, and we have no use for the wingless. I turn swiftly on ragged legs, my bared rage true to form, but you are calm and still by my side. Always so calm, always so still, even in your failure.
But you assure me that this is no failure. You ease me back to normalcy and force me to approach. On skeletal legs, I walk.
03-31-2013, 10:04 AM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2013, 10:29 AM by Tares.)
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Do you wanna see how much I can take? Can't you just leave bad enough alone?
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Arbutus alerts me to the presence of others, and reflexively, defensively, my wings unfurl. I meet first the bright, orange eyes of the tiger. They seem hardened and captivating, but not powerful enough to sway. Maybe once, but not anymore. Then the undead, certainly a sight to see, stands beside him yet barely above him. Strange that I feel no fear of the creature. Pity overtakes my emotions, and the motherly instinct I never before felt fo my children begins to rise.
He is so young.
The thought enters my mind and hangs there, powerful, refusing to leave. Arbutus flies in a large circle about me, keeping them at bay with his flame. He is so loyal, but why? I can hear the hiss of his tears as they hit the ground, but still he keeps protecting me from the outside world- the outside world which has always hurt me. The stranger stands still, as if transfixed, saying nothing, and my mind wanders.
He is so weak.
My assumption is perhaps no more than that, but I see no strength in this child. His wings, little more than bones with flesh and red-black feathers clinging to the framework. Can he fly? No, of course not. How could one fly with such tattered wings?
He must want to fly.
"It's okay, Arbutus. I want to see them," I say firmly. I have made a sudden and reckless decision, as if my imminent death is not the mot foolish choice of all to make. As Arbutus comes to rest on my shoulders, I cringe under the weight of him. Light as it is, I am too weak for such a burden. He follows silent instructions, and with a pained look, pulls the shimmering feather from my mane with his beak. I am not old, but my body is aging fast. The lock of mane that once held it close to me falls with it, perhaps not willing to part from the feather. The fire across my back fades, and with it, the last memories of my father.
Everything fades, swiftly yet surely. I begin to lose all the pain as the reality of what is to come settles upon me. As Arbutus leaves my side to weave the lock of my mane and the feather into the strange colt's mane- to impart my final gift- even the pain that I am sure to cause the young phoenix leaves me. The colt and his companion say nothing, as if they understand what is to come. The colt merely accepts the gift and turns away; in silence, the pair leaves us to be. I turn away and face the fires before and below me.
It is all very sudden and yet very expected. It seems to make sense- to fall into place with the rest of my life as I have lived it. Perhaps Arbutus cannot bear to see me die; I hear him in the near distance, his task complete, his final cry shrill as it sets aflame and joins the air. I can feel the rush of heat as his body collapses to the earth and consumes itself, but I do not look. I do not turn to see the trail of tears ending in ash- the remains of a beautiful bird whose heart will never again beat.
Everything is lost, yet I am at peace. Into the fire, I fall.