"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.
I watch as his gaze roves freely over my bodice, pausing momentarily at the gentle bulge of pregancy. His look sends a shiver of desire down my spine, and I wonder again at the effect that he has on me. A small smile grows on my maw, for gods know I have never felt so wanted. I have not completely forgiven myself for my betrayal, but this relationship or whatever it is that we have leaves me full of warmth and calm. How can that be such a bad thing? Why am I in the wrong to move on when my mate has left me?
I am not stupid; I know that I will not find a mate in Gaucho. He is all brawn and primal urges, and I cannot expect him to show restraint in this way. He would not understand me if I tried. Nor do I know what kind of father he will be, though I cannot imagine he will have an active role in the child's life. He is a fighter above all else, dedicated first to the land, and last to me, if he is dedicated to me at all. There is very little that I truly understand about the mighty steed, but of this I am sure: our child will be more mine than his. With the realization comes acceptance, for the way that he looks at me now assures me that he will not desert me, even though he may not love me.
He moves to drape a wing gently over my back, and I lean slightly into his hold, revelling in his touch. It is odd that such primitive desires exist in me, for I pride myself on being rather socially developed, but it would seem that Gaucho brings out parts of myself that I hadn't known existed. "Soh pretty," he murmurs, and though I don't know precisely what he means, the gist of it is the same. I smile, feeling the caress of his muzzle along my neck and shoulders, a massage of sorts, one I enjoy. "Thank you," I say out of habit, though no words seem truly necessary.
"talk talk talk"
Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
THE STRANDS IN YOUR EYES, THAT COLOUR THEM WONDERFUL
STOP ME - AND STEAL MY BREATH.
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There is only so long this can last: I know it, and you know it; everyone reading this knows it, even if we were all hoping for a different outcome. There is only so far, that Gaucho can reasonably be expected to go, before it all falls apart. For all of his primitive charm, and prima facia charisma, he is as Sohalia thinks: a warrior. Does he love her? We might speculate that he does - or perhaps could - but what good is love, if it can't be expressed or articulated, as the snowy-white mother to be, would like? Gaucho protects her to show his commitment, but if all she wants is someone to talk to, to grow old with, then it may indeed seem as though any love between them, might simply pass them by.
The Beauty always gets the Beast, but we would all do well to remember just how much work Jane had to put in, to domesticate Tarzan.
Gaucho grunts, the burning feeling of desire doused by Sohalia's unresponsiveness to his touch. In his own simple way, he understands that this probably has something to do with the tears on her face earlier, and that she is pregnant. However, he is at a loss for what to do next. Exhaling with an odd softness into her mane, he pulls away, stormy gaze watching the horizon, as it fades into reddish orange sand. "Gaucho patrol. Find Levi", he says with an odd bitterness of his Sergeant. Turning his antlered crown back to her, he pauses, a curiously innocent look upon his rugged features, as if to say Is that alright?
I would love to imagine that I could tame the beast, that I could civilize him and that he would be the mate I have always dreamed of, but deep down I know that this will not happen. It is neither a sad revelation nor and angry one; in fact, I greet this fact with a neutrality that I had not known I possessed. Perhaps I had cried out my emotion before Phaedra had flown away... in any case, when he draws away from me and I see the uncertainty in his gaze, I know that I have not reacted in the way that he might have wished, nor has he reacted in the way I might have. And that is alright, too.
The sudden bitterness that enters his voice and his face surprises me. What in the world would my primal steed have against Levi? For one so... lacking in sociability, I would think it difficult to offend Gaucho, but perhaps I am mistaken. Still, Levi was once my friend - perhaps he still is - and from the stallion I remember, I am hard put to guess what he might have done to upset the brute before me. There is, however, much that I do not know, a fact that seems to dance before me more and more frequently of late. I am brought back to my senses when I realize that Gaucho is still standing before me, waiting with a rather inquisitive expression. Is he asking me permission? Do I even have the right to give him that? "Go," I tell him, forcing a smile onto my face despite my discomfort and insecurities.
When he goes, I watch him leave. I do not move to return to the wall which I have been working on so steadfastly. I do not even wait until he is out of my sight. No, I stand perfectly still and I remember the most beautiful Frostfall landscape I have ever seen. I close my eyes and envision a land to the north where a blanket of ivory protects the ground below from the harsh winter air - but the serenity of the scene is interrupted by the appearance of a winged, antlered steed galloping through the snow.
As I open my eyes and turn to the wall, I suddenly feel unbearably sad.
"talk talk talk"
Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
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[P] 2 bottles of whiskey for the way [Soh]
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