"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.
The grulla stallions head hung low as his medium length legs carried him into Helovia. He had seen this place many times but had never decided to actually enter. That was, until now. His curiosity got the best of him as his legs carried him into the threshold. A vast amount of trees covered his surroundings and a waterfall shot up from the ground in the distance. A few lakes scattered the area as well. Why had he never decided to come here before? What was so wrong with him that he could never see what beauty laid right in front of his face?
A mask laid upon the face of the greyish/brown and white stallion. A bird like mask with a point edge that hung over his nose. Two eye holes left a space for the poor creature to see. But why was it that such a handsome stallion wear such a horrid thing upon his face? Simple, he was ashamed, ashamed of his lovely face, for a reason unknown. he just hated it, he hated everything about himself. He wished he could be one of those cocky and over confident males, but that, he was not.
Alerion was the name that the male carried around with him. A name he hated as well. The stallion had always felt like something was wrong with him, something was off, he was different. He always had a good sense of reading people though, a way of telling them exactly what they needed in life. He was great at helping others, but not himself. That was the true conflict here, he had no idea how to help himself.
The grulla stallions eyes rose up to the sky. The sun gleaming of the metal mask that made its goal to hide the identity of the brute. He let out a snort, maybe in hopes of meeting a friendly face, or someone maybe that he could help with their problems.
Today, Gaucho was in a good mood. I mention this, for you see, Gaucho isn't normally in such high spirits. That isn't to imply of course, that he is usually ill-tempered, moreso that this simple creature simply doesn't feel things that often.
But today was different. Perhaps it was the warm sun upon his back, or the thrill of victory and his small hand in it, of The Grey over the Foothills. Regardless, the large bay moved with a pep in his step as he trotted through the Threshold. His luxuriously long mane and tail streamed behind him, glinting blue in the bright light of Tallsun. Hearing a snort in the distance, Gaucho's ears perked forward, as his primitive mind honed in on the sound. Narrowing his steely gaze, Gaucho's bouncy step became a tad aggressive (for he is a warrior, of course), as he made his way towards the maker of the sound. As he neared Alerion, Gaucho too grunted, the bone which pierced through his nose moving as he issued the sound. Tossing his antlered brow, his gaze washed over the newcomer with a stoic interest; no emotion portrayed upon his rather handsome face.
From his antlers, a hiss arose as Mara, his black mamba snake companion, unwound herself from his tines, and slithered down his neck, making a necklace of herself as she looped across his broad muscles. Her gun-metal white body glinted in the sunlight, as she too inspected the newcomer; her forked tongue flicking outwards at him silently. Halting, Gaucho wasn't quite sure what to make of the creature before him - He, Shaman? He wondered, partially directing the thought towards Mara. SSSSSssss she hissed back, incapable of mental speech at this time, but sending Gaucho mental-waves of the odd mask the creature word, with feelings of contempt.
"I Gaucho." The brute offered. His voice was rich and resonant as he spoke, and yet at the same time, his speech would indicate that he didn't speak very often, or perhaps that he was very poor at it. In fact, both were true.
Alerion's head jerked to the side as he heard footsteps approach him. A weird creature of a horse standing before him. He looked like some type of ancient warrior, with face paint. And the bone piercing his nose looked awfully painful. "I Gaucho", the other stallion said introducing himself. Alerion turned his head sideways listening to the way he spoke. It was odd, that was for sure, lack of a vocabulary? Or just simply not feeling the need to hold an adequate conversation.
A soft breeze flew through the air of this tall sun day. And alone stood the two stallions. The grulla looked over the other curiously. But then retreated. His name? Oh yes, his name. Did he really want to burden the others soul with such a horrid calling as his own? Alerion dipped his head down shyly. Alerion, Pleasure Gaucho. he said. His words were soft and quiet, and slightly held back. His black and white mane falling forward and into his face over his mask slightly.
He took a deep breath before re-positioning himself to look back up at the stallion through the little holes in the mask that he could see through. His vision wasn't limited by the mask, but it did truly keep his identity somewhat secretive. It was hard to really know someone without looking into their eyes, which was one of Alerion's goals, not to let anyone know who he was, for what he was, was shameful. And hopefully his goal shone through in a sense of mysteriousness, the man behind the mask. Who was he truly? Was he hiding something, or simply just afraid to show the world true beauty. Beauty of a beautiful heart, a beautiful soul.
As the grullo stallion speaks his name, Gaucho frowns. Why so complicated? he wonders, as his ears pin back against his skull. The bay opens his mouth, as if to speak, but abruptly closes it again. Taking a lengthy breath, and snorting as he exhaled, he opened his mouth to try again: "All-errr-ee-onn" He tries, looking at the stallion expectantly, as if waiting for him to either correct, or confirm his interpretation. Why couldn't they have simple names? Almost no-one that Gaucho had encountered, had a name which was easy for the brute to pronounce. Except maybe Kri or My-dus. Flicking his luxuriously long black tail, the warrior narrowed his steely gaze, letting it wash over the odd mask of the other.
Gaucho wasn't too interested in this odd decoration, however. Such things were for minds far more superior than his. Unless this stallion wanted to spar, his odd choice of accessories was of little consequence. Frowning, Gaucho realized that al-err-ee-on was not going to say anything else. Grunting, Gaucho tried to parse together a sentence. He had been in the threshold often enough to know that it acted as a natural sort of funnel, and that most who came through were looking for a herd. Of course they could roam as outcasts, but why? "You need home? Gaucho from Throat" He began, nosing towards the distant sandy cliffs which could be seen in the haze of this Tall sun afternoon. "Throat is strong. Throat have mares and lake."
Alerion's couldnt get over the way the stallion spoke. It was intriguing to him, making him want to know more about the interesting creature before him, but alas he still kept his ground away from the stallion. He was unknown, and Rion did not know if he would turn on him or not.
The stallions attention shot directly one hundred percent on the other male as he spoke of his home. Exactly what Alerion needed. A home, protection, a place to stay, it all sounded perfect. And the lake and mares rang a nice pretty note to him as well. Even if the stallion had major insecurity issues, he was still a male. The sound of any female being there was great, but he also didn't like the idea.
What if they all found him weird? Well whats life without taking chances? They could all adore him. Yes, Gaucho, I do need a home, and you home, the "throat" sounds like an ideal place. Do you think you could maybe take me there to meet your leader?" He said his head tilting slightly so he could better look at the stallion through his mask.
The stallion looked strong. But still, the way he talked, the way he carried himself.... It wasnt normal. It was sort of, primitive. He was strange. But the strange thing always caught the stallions attention. Probably for the same reason the stallion gazed up into the sky and thought to much on why there were stars, and how they came to be, and how they move. And for the same reason that weird medicines and magic fascinated him. The same reason he felt the need to preach religion, and happiness to all
((OMG sorry for such a long wait Dx i poofed for a bit I know Dx but im back now ^_^ And also sorry for such a short post Dx))
Once the grullo began speaking, Gaucho narrowed his gaze, focusing on the stallion, rather than the distant cliffs of the Throat. What was an eye-deal ? Was he referring to the markings around Gaucho's eye..? Not for the first time, in his own simple way, Gaucho wondered why so many found the need to speak so much. He was saying yes, wasn't he? That he wanted to come to the Throat? Couldn't that all be summed up with a yes? Or even better, couldn't he just...follow?
With a grunt, the bay nodded, fully turning his body now towards the direction of the blood-coloured sands. "You follow. No fly, so walk." With a satisfied snort, Gaucho began to stride forward, his large body covering the ground quickly and easily, even at a walk. "Kri is leader." he mentioned with a half glance towards Alerion, as they set off. "My-dus is General. You see them." His voice was full of adoration and respect as he spoke of Kri and Midas, and although Gaucho was not a particularly social creature, he still enjoyed being in the presence of his leaders.
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[THROAT] Just Like Constellations [GAUCHO]
