"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.
04-27-2017, 03:50 AM (This post was last modified: 04-28-2017, 07:52 AM by Bunnie.)
Veryan
Take the white pill, you’ll feel alright…
Take the white pill you’ll feel alright…
Light refracted from the overhanging canopy of the trees; casting a green hue as far as the eye could see. A cacophony of birdsong filtered into his consciousness, sickly sweet and chirpy. The sprightly grass shoots verdant, cushioning his every hoof beat. Ugh. Could this place be anymore twee?
Veryan shook his noble crown, disgust radiating from every bone in his body. His muscular form traipsed through the new land, sinews bulging beneath a cocoa hide that shone in the midday sun. He didn’t rush, what would be the point in that? He’d get where he was going eventually, and, as it stood, this place looked just like every other one. Underwhelming. The problem with travelling long distances is the monotony. Each path looks identical; each animal has been seen before; each conversation has already been had. Your senses dull. In many ways, you become a shell. Everyone needs a little bit of excitement in their life, don’t they?
A cracking noise startled Veryan from his reverie, he paused, mid-step. Front appendage rose dramatically from the ground as if in mid-strike action. His body tense, his manner controlled. There was another cracking noise, though this time, less audible, further away. Weighing up his options, he could either let whatever creature disturbed the peace continue on its merry way, or he could investigate further. It wasn’t a difficult decision. Let’s put the cat among the pigeons, shall we? He smirked to himself, upper lip curling back to reveal snapping canines.
He surged forwards, his agile frame snaking through the trees, as if in a slalom. Large hooves slice through the undergrowth, clods of mud strewn in his wake. He looked regal as he galloped through the forest. His gait elevated almost a dance, mane and tail flowing behind him. Branches lock on to his long, dark tresses, as if begging him not to go. Alas, there is very little that can stop Veryan on a mission, regardless of its triviality. Aha, here we are.
Again, he stopped, though this time, more dramatically. Four limbs slammed to the ground, a cloud of dust surrounding him. Ears flattened against his skull, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. No longer a dancer, definitely more the devil. It was a bird, a large bird, but nonetheless, a bird. He inwardly groaned, what a fine waste of time.
He slunk around the creature; whether it was for some reason devoid of flight, or just too scared, it remained still- wide eyed and horrified. Veryan’s circular route narrowed, drawing him closer to his prey, canines snapped dangerous close to the feathered weakling, his neck weaving a pattern indecipherable. He was poised, ready for the kill. His hearty snigger broke the silence, merciless and powerful. Enamels twisted towards the featherling; before he spun on his haunches and stalked away, his gait relaxed. Whether he’d injured the animal or not, he didn’t care, it had occupied his attention for long enough.
The glare of the light, as he reached the edge of the canopy, forced him to slow his gait. He shrank away from it, ears returning to their flattened position atop his crown. Days in the dark had allowed him to be a shadow again, to fit within the darkness and not be noticed. This would be different. They say a change is as good as a rest.
He situated himself within the last of the shade, casting a disapproving eye over this new land he found himself in. Hind hoof rested on its axis as he settled himself.
04-28-2017, 07:53 AM (This post was last modified: 04-28-2017, 07:54 AM by Bunnie.)
I have fixed the code on this table - it just needed an additional table closer. If you copy and paste directly from the post above it should work great from now on. Otherwise, welcome to Helovia and I hope you have a wonderful time!
I’ve started to understand why my mother brought me here often as a child.
If you leave the herd-land and tell them to just fuck off, people seem to get really offended and tail you for a while. If you tell them that you’re off gathering new recruits, they, instead, do exactly what I wanted them to – fuck off. It was a fine art, this leadership thing, and while I thought I’d been ready for it, I guess I wasn’t. All I was ready for was the ability to tell people what to do, and to have them have to do it…
Who knew I’d spend so much of my time doing things I didn’t want to?
At least, out here, there was little chance of having some crazy caravan of entourages from a foreign land arrive one after the other to eyeball our realm like it’s a tourist locale. Determined to get back and finish up this wolf business with the Time God, so we can get our metal guardians back to working right, I’ll show them what a wonderful summer vacation spot my herd land is.
By Time’s Beard, my mother and her friends killed people for arriving unannounced. You’d think they’d have better tact, considering the severity of what had come before…
Maybe I’m just being too nice, I think to myself, my coffee black body moving through the trees, my buck shaking his head with a roll of his gold flecked, green eyes behind me. He’s about to tell me that attacking people just isn’t all that sensible when a sound catches my attention, and we make our way towards it together.
Arriving on the bay equine, I almost sigh, wishing I could have better luck with finding others like me out here. However, I also know that a recruit is a recruit, and that Tiamat would probably be pretty pissed at me if she’d heard I was going about refusing entry to anyone based on their physical attributes. So, with a proudly lifted crown and a competent step, I approach, an impish smile already playing on my lips, to hide away the scowl of “I don’t wanna” that wishes to live there instead.
"Welcome to Helovia," I say, nodding my head, the light shining on the length of my onyx and gold tipped horn; peering about my flank, towards my hindquarter, my wary companion eyes the male with reservation, having met too many hostile horses in Helovia to so easily trust anyone, especially here, in the forest of strangers, "I am Lord Rikyn, of the Aurora Basin, and my companion is called Duir. You been here before?"