"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.
when your eyes are red and emptiness is all you know
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Ktulu's lips pressed together in a thin line at the emotionless mask that came over Lakota's face, acting like a shield so she would not see what was troubling the other mare. She may not have seen all the troubled emotions that had been hidden from her view, but she saw the physical appearance of her dear friend. She saw the way that her hips jutted out from her sides and the hollow spaces between each of her ribs. She looked gaunt and unhealthy, even for the winter. Ktulu knew that she, herself, was not as fit as she normally was during the warmer months. Weight loss was common during Frostfall, but for Lakota to lose so much weight so quickly... she had to have had a headstart. Ktulu didn't like it. She wouldn't accept it. She just wouldn't.
"Don't worry over me, Ktulu. I'm...well...it's complicated."
"I worry over what and whom I choose." Ktulu said as she inclined her head. She watched as Lakota's gaze slid away, the thin line she'd pressed her mouth into now forming a frown. How could she not worry? Her friend's health was in question, but also the health of the herd was. If Lakota was sick then she risked jeopardizing the health of the rest of them. If she was sick and she had something that could not be cured by their healers she could spread it. If it was contagious then Ktulu would have to consider ousting her for the sake of the rest of the herd, but could she do it? Could she kick the closest friend she had to the curb and leave her to fend for herself.
The answer was a simple one.
No. Not with a clear conscience. Not without regret that would haunt her until her dying day.
Thankfully the conversation moved on to talk of loved ones and foals. Ktulu snorted when Lakota called herself a bitch then rolled her eyes. "And I'm not?" The Chieftess questioned. "I've no idea what I did to garner the attentions of the Dragon Throat's General." She shook her head as she thought of Midas. "He is far too good. Far too kind." Her gaze drifted away from Lakota and she stared at the fireflies that drifted into the darkness, but still did not go far. "What does he want with someone so tainted by anger? What keeps him bound to me?" Why do I push him away only to pull him back close again? "Why doesn't he just let go?" Surely he could find someone who would suit him far better than she would. He could find someone that would gift him with the large family that she was sure he wanted, because she was not interested in having more children. Children took a lot of time and a lot of work to raise and keep safe in such a dangerous world. Already she shared a part of her heart with her two offspring that she found difficult and nearly impossible to share with anyone else. She felt in her gut that she was destined to lose one of them and have that part of her heart ripped out and destroyed before her very eyes. How could she have more children knowing that there was the very real possibility that she would watch them die and be unable to save them by taking their place? How could she chance having her heart broken by loss?
It was all a bunch of 'what ifs' but they where what ifs that scared the Constrictor and made her blood run cold.
Lakota's voice became audible once more and broke Ktu from her thoughts. She blinked her crimson eyes then returned her gaze to her poisoner as she spoke so very highly her skills at mothering. In all actuality she was learning as she went and was trusting her instincts when it came to protecting her children. She blinked again when Lakota revealed her equal like for both sexes, surprise visible on her dark face before she schooled it back to its normal impassive expression. "Really now?" Ktulu murmured. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were coming on to me." She said, a hint of teasing in her tone as she spoke.
Ktulu allowed herself to slip into silence and listened to her and Lakota's breathing as they walked and the crunch of their hooves against the snow. She continued to flick her tail back and forth to keep the young cub entertained so he wouldn't grow too weary of their talk. Her head turned as Lakota began to speak again and she soon felt the other mare's bony shoulder pressed against her own more muscular one. She returned the bump and extended her muzzle to push at her thin neck. "My poisoner needs to eat." She said pointedly. "Unless she thinks death by starvation is an honorable death."
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