"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.
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Rising with the dawn, the picturesque beauty racing in the clouds above, her heart alive. The gleam of golden sunlight beaming from the ivory of her primaries, shimmering against every fiber of the perfectly gilded coat. Wind whisper riddles into your ears, teasing with your hair, gently embracing the creatures of the sky.
Against the canvas of pale pinks and oranges, the sun rises to life along with one of the world's most gorgeous creatures - Sage.
A pity that currently her mind is elsewhere.
Surrounded by the beauty of morning's first smile, the protector of the World's Edge appears dark and dreary, despite being lit with the ethereal light of the rising sun. The recent invasion of her home set her teeth on edge, caused her jaw to tense, caused wrinkles to form under her eyes in disdain. Truly, what had the unicorns of the North been thinking? Were the gilded dragons of the World's Edge not intimidating enough? Did they just have to test their patience, thinking foolishly a band of mercenaries would see them to victory?
The mare scoffed to herself in the morning light, the scent of saline filling her nostrils and trying to sooth her heart. The warrior is offended, but not on part of herself. Truth be told, our beauty cares little for herself being challenged; instead, it is the thought that another would question the reign of Mirage that made her so terribly annoyed. Recalling when Lace had backhandedly asked if she would disobey Mirage's absolute orders to keep away from the Basin, Sage is reminded that not everyone has the same loyalty to the shadow mare as herself. This, of course, is a complete insult.
A heart and a spirit as strong as her own would never bow to a queen who is unfit to hold the crown of the world, let alone just its Edge.
Idiots, fools, and bastard children she wishes could be scraped from this earth already.
It's not that she was violent or wanted them dead... but, well, she wanted their presence in her life to cease. Stay north in their cold kingdom; never come south. Not unless they wanted a swift kick in the ass again, anyway.
Rolling her perfectly teal eyes to herself, the beauty finds herself spilled out above miles of crystalline blue waves. Pausing her forward movement, the angel of gold and white hovers to greet the dawn with a fierce expression. The tang of salt, the peel of golden light breaking on every crest of cerulean. The world is beautiful, she knows. The sunset should never be welcomed with angsty thoughts of lesser hearts. Instead, hovering easily below the clouds, head tilted every so slightly away from the direct gaze of the sun, she takes a breath.
Remember to breathe in your surroundings, to live your life. Live it well. After all, there is only one.
"Good morning."
@[Felix] and @[Murdock]
The stallion embraced his freedom with open wings, in both the literal and figurative sense. After so long running from his problems, it felt refreshing to be able to at last be able to enjoy the world and not fear it, with the sun once again blooming in the sky each morn, it's iridescent iris opening sleeping and brushing the sands of time from its face, the golden boy felt an old sense of joy awaken in his heart. Trough the fear and darkness he had clung to his brother, the perfect reflection of himself, and refused to let go for even an instant, yet here he was now; alone, yet carefree.
He knew Tess (for that was the unfortunate nickname bestowed upon his 'little brother') would be safe within the boundaries of his new home in the sands of Dragons Throat, so for the first time in what felt like centuries, but in reality was a single drawn out year, he was able to go where he wanted without constantly turning back to ensure his reflection was still there, still breathing, and still safe.
His wings beat as dawn broke and as he flew toward the sun he watched with squinted orbs as the sun cracked and broke over the horizon. Slowly the navy canvas was painted with pinks and orange hues, the colours dancing in the skies, smeared only by a flurry of pale white as the occasional cloud drifted lazily by. The wind sailed through his hair, billowing his long platinum crest out behind him like the white hot blaze of a comet. His docked tail fluttered with glee as his deer like legs tucked gracefully up toward his chest. Silver, cloven hooves glinted like diamond as a spark of sunlight hit the perfect sheen and bi-coloured eyes; one deep chocolate, the other azure; shone with ecstasy.
It was like a drug, the feeling of flight; addictive and awe-inspiring, cathartic and adrenaline pumping. One wrong move and you fell to a death you did not expect, though Felix had never met anyone foolish enough to fall out of the sky (the thought never occurred to him that those so called fools were all dead). He whinnied, golden pelt heated by the sun as he angled his wings downward toward the great cerulean ocean, it's glistening waves beckoning him. As he descended, he twisted wings upward as that he flew perpendicular to the waves, one slender leg extending so that his hoof tip glided through the water. Each wind beat brought his primaries nearly touching the water and he felt the cool, salty droplets spray his chest and ankles. He could taste the sea foam and he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent.
Wings beat faster now, taking him back higher away from the waves and as he did, his topaz eye caught sight of gold. It was smaller than the sun and as he turned he was at first mistaken, thinking his brother had joined him. He ascended quickly, grin spreading wide over his face as he realized that the figure lacked the teal ring upon its face, nor was her mane cropped short as his brothers was. No, this was a mare, and a beauty at that (he was a bit bias, finding the golden plumage of his family the most attractive coloration). He whinnied once more, not realising that the mare was deep in thought. He was know known for his ability to empathise with strangers. He was far too overjoyed with the world to consider its impurities. "'Lo friend! A fine morning, is it not?!" He called out, beating his wings in the with the mare, throwing back the golden waterfall of hair that stroked his shoulders.