"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.
crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve
The touch of his muzzle against my ankle is light, but I feel it almost as if I'd been shocked. I swing my head toward him and lower my muzzle so it touches his briefly before I go back to snuggling Manhattan. She's such a sweet dog, I think. I've always wanted a dragon to be my companion because I'd grown up with Tallis. I know I'll never be able to bond to on, but Manhattan makes me think that maybe that's not so bad. There are plenty of others out there looking for a bondmate. I just haven't found the right one for me yet.
"He does?" I voice my question after he says his father tells him stories of my mother. "My mother used to always tell me stories of your father. What stories does he tell you?" I ask then listen, a smile growing as he tells me that my mother had brought apples to a monster in a castle. She'd never told me that story or that it was how she'd gotten the ability to bend the trees.
"That sounds like my mother." I murmur. "She was always looking to do right by others." It was so like her to befriend a monster. "She always told me that everyone was innately good, that there was no such thing as 'pure evil'. The evil everyone talks about is created by us, inside our minds. We are the ultimate masters over who we are and what we want to be. We create the evil that we fear and we let it manifest." My voice had taken on a serious tone, but I didn't want the conversation to turn serious again.
"My mother told me that she and your father both lived in trees." I blurted out in an attempt to lighten the mood once more.
The broken's body tenses as Aylin goes on, speaking of her mother's moral code and her belief about the good in others. Manhattan listens to few of the mare's words, enjoying instead Aylin's soft touch and gentle attentions. Knox feels her contentment, but it is not enough to settle the knot in his stomach. Some darker part of him is stirred by Aylin's remarks, some part that denies the truth of her mother's philosophy and turns instead to the influence of his ancestors. Cem is cold and chastising, emerging from the depths of Knox's consciousness to scold him for his feeling.
Emotion is a weakness, do not let it be yours.
The words sting and punch, falling over his eyes and darkening them as the tone in the hollow grows more serious. Dovev whispers, sounding cruel and crazed.
You are inherently evil.
Too many are too cowardly to fight, too many too tired to stand up against the more sinister whispers. Knox himself, vulnerable in his state, cannot fight against them at first. Their influence is strong and binding. It is enough to cause Knox to lift his head and pull away from Aylin; enough to bring his body up off of the dirt floor and over to the edge of the outcropping, where the canopy falls and the rain bites at his face. Darker minds grip his heart, slowly twisting, slowly turning it cold.
Stop.
Manhattan. His light; he turns to look back at her, to meet her pure blue gaze from where it and she rest, nestled beneath Aylin's embrace. He feels lost again, and he looks to her for guidance.
What am I, Manhattan? Good.
And then the instant of pain and darkness fades. He listens to Aylin's remark, lets out an amused whinny at the thought. Living in trees? How? Quite cumfurtuble, his father chimes in from the back of his mind; still, it sounds so strange to the colt. "What? A tree? That sounds... ridiculous," he admits with a shaking and lowering of his tired head. He has grown exhausted quickly, perhaps sleep will settle upon him soon. He looks back to Aylin and away from the rain; his tired and aching body is carried away from the rain once more and he leans himself against the wall of dirt and rock. Manhattan jumps up and wanders closer, huddling in his shadow against his forelegs. Still, perhaps his father was right. Surely there were better places to rest one's head than here, in the shadow of a cliff in the rain.
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The change in Knox is sudden and rather startling and I'm not dense enough not to notice it. My breathing becomes shallow as I turn my gaze to him and watch him as he seems to battle with himself. I should not have begun to talk about my mother's moral code, especially to someone as troubled as him. Maybe at another time when he is less troubled. Yes, I have faith that he will find himself. His light will lead him down the path of goodness, though the darkness will always nip at his heels. So long as he has his light with him he will be good.
I nuzzle Manhattan and smile when he whinnies and laughs. I think it's ridiculous, too, that my mother lived in a tree for most of her life. The trees must have been massive, for my mother is no dainty little mare. My gaze followed my new-found companion as he rests his bulk against the wall of the outcropping that sheltered us from the rain and I lift my head as Manhattan jumps up to be closer to Knox. They look comfortable, I must admit, and they will be warm when darkness falls. It's going to be a cool night because of the rain, and a little warmth doesn't sound half bad.
I gather my legs and heft myself from the ground, stopping only to shake the dust from my coat, then I wander closer to Knox. He is warmth. My dark sides brush gently against his own as I nestle in close to him, hoping he doesn't mind that I want to share the same warmth he offers his companion. I'll be gone in the morning, I tell myself, as my head drops and my muzzle nearly touches the ground. Already my eyelids feel heavy and I welcome sleep openly.
For the first time in months I can sleep comfortably knowing that I have someone beside me. Maybe my dreams won't leave me feeling hollow with loneliness.
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