"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 was getting used to this route. It had become easier, these past few days, to push through the rocks and end up north of the Falls. I would admit, it wasn't necessarily easy, but it was something that I was capable of doing.
I had told Alleo where I was going before I left, not wanting to cause him more worry after the last disappearance. And, part of me felt even better knowing that if something did happen between here and there that he'd know where to start looking for me - that I wouldn't be trapped for long this time.
The egg given to me by the Earth God was nestled snuggly in the basket of hair and flowers as I stopped in the middle of the Heavenly Fields. I could feel it moving, hear it cracking. So, I carefully lowered myself to the ground as the beak punctured the shell. I didn't want to jostle the young thing, and I also didn't want it to fall to the ground and break anything.
Obnoxious chirps were emitted from the young, male bird who was far too fluffy to be anything but adorable. I could feel the way that the feathers seemed to puff up, jumping around as I moved my maw to rest beneath it. You see, the flowers that the Earth God had given me were shifting, getting rid of the huge nest and dropping the portions of the egg with it. Still, though, it was not completely going away, just creating a tighter nest for just the young bird. I could only assume that when he was able to fly the flower would dissipate again, getting rid of the nest completely.
So, as the egg was deposited upon the grass I let the young one crawl upon my forehead until I felt his smaller nest created before carefully depositing him back in his safety net. "Ettore. Your name will be Ettore, young one. I will do all I can to keep you safe," I said, gently nuzzling the small thing's head.
I had a companion. I finally had a companion once more.
Ettore's hatching thread ;3
@[Cera] && anyone else who wants to see the cute little companion
Currently he looks like the baby on the right
Apart from the one time trip to World’s Edge with the sole purpose of representing her homeland in the Queen’s exciting scavenger hunt, Africa seldom strayed beyond the cushion of her comfort zone - in and around the Falls respectively. The northernmost fringe of the Threshold forest had become familiar, comfortable and a space that she often retreated to; she had explored it with Rasta on occasion, and found it to be near enough to home that escaping foul play seemed relatively easy.
In more recent days though, she had found some solace in the mountain top fields – a region that had struck grave fear through her heart for many years. The unlikely haven saw few visitors, she thought perhaps because of the existence of Sky Island, and took advantage of its isolation.
The gravel path that curled through rock and crevice towards the heavens, the sun, was quite familiar now; carefully placed hooves no longer clattered awkwardly where granite jutted crudely, nor did loose stone scatter as she travelled. Her stride quickened enthusiastically as she ascended the final slope, the steepest tor before haloed grass tussocks appeared, dancing in the high mountain wind.
She was relieved again, that none had passed in the opposite direction – at times the way was precariously narrow, and was hardly tickled by the prospect of any sort of small talk. As it were, she stepped tentatively through the long field-grass, and her scanning eyes found only the roaming shadow of an eagle alive across the path.
Silas had climbed with her, flapping ever upwards between the sharpest fragments of cliff, encouraging and enabling.
Since the night spent with Midas, a bitter sweet memory as she mused back upon it afterwards, Africa had been little inclined to take her second form – the Grey Parrot. There had been some small trigger which had seen her self-confidence turn for the better; perhaps a culmination of events, both good and bad, and since, she had felt far better in her own skin then she had for many seasons (enough even to warrant a tardy return to prayer...).
A flicker of movement towards the centre of the mountainous plateau drew her wary gaze suddenly, and she gulped hard, readying herself to shift form if even there was a slight chance of malice nearby – they were not far from the Basin after all. No threat loomed in the grass however, in fact, the creature lying in the grass seemed hardly aware of her presence. Africa snorted softly, intrigued, and took three delicate steps nearer – there was a body, as pale as beach sand. It was Rasta!
“Oh Rasta! Of all the places...” she exclaimed, launching forward if only for a half stride, but drew to an abrupt halt as she saw the tiny chick nestled most peculiarly beneath her friend’s nuzzling maw. “Oh,” the Starry-Eyed whispered quickly, expression melting beneath a wave of compassion. “...He is completely gorgeous, is he yours?” She had seen many hatchings during her stint in Helovia, enough to recognize the beautiful birth of a new bond, and fond eyes caressed the pair tenderly from a respectful distance.