"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.
The moon was heavy, pregnant, in the sky above. It's light seemed to permeate everything, to mute all colours and hues of the realm. With Frostfall firmly upon the lands, the effect was even more dramatic - everything was white, gray, or black.
I stood in the midst of the Grove, my antlers lit with my own elemental soul, the markings that ran down my back humming a soft glow against the midnight that reigned. My bonded - he stood not far from me, gazing into the pond at his wondrous self.
I could feel the thoughts trickle through his crown, the fears and hopes that the day-self he wore had completely disappeared, that no shred of evidence of that old, broken body was left upon his now-pristine, perfect self. I sighed inwardly at the fears, for while his appearance changed, the creature within did not - our bond would not have been possible if it did.
Shush, you, his voice came playfully in my own crown, his smile permeating his entire being with life and happiness. He chided me for my constant desires of interacting more, of finding a purpose to live by, or at least a single land to dwell in. My bonded was capable of much and more, but he got in his own way too often to do more than sulk and hide, and behave like the beast he was named for.
"What do you know of it?" he spoke out loud this time, approaching me at least, reaching out with his soft, perfect muzzle to touch my marked shoulder. I turned my antlered crown, careful not to let the tines hurt him (he was my bonded, after all), and breathed his renewed, fresh scent in, willing him to see that though he was different in appearance, nothing changed where it mattered - he was still Kiro, my Kiro.
Plenty and more, I replied simply, before abruptly turning my attention away from him and studiously beginning to find suitable trees to peel the bark off and nibble on. I was aware of my bonded's slightly hurt feelings, but decidedly ignored them, as he ignored me, in the quiet of the grove and the night.
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night-time, Kiro is in his 'perfect' body.
in case it's not clear, he's written from Youmna's POV ;D
There was an appeal to the moon shining high above in the sky in Frostfall. It made everything glow beautiful in a pale glimmer, enticing the lone ones to come out from the shadows and to embrace the light from above. Tonight was one of those nights where Myrrine too had embraced the beauty of the moon, a sight escaping inky lips as she pressed from the trees and forward more towards the Grove's pond. What had brought her here the girl didn't entirely know, all she knew was that she sought some solitude, where she could clear her mind and enjoy the cooler weather. Soft crunching of now beneath her hooves was the only sound as she grew closer to the pond that was the centerpiece to this meeting place for lovers. Hazel eyes gleamed beautifully in the nighttime glow, and soon a soft smile was upon her features as she finally made it to the edges of the icy waters.
Though it was beginning to ice over, she could still see a hazy imagine of herself in the pool, giving a moments pause to simply watch herself briefly. She had grown quite a bit since here arrival here at Helovia. She now had the bodice of a woman, the delicate curves and slender face of her Arabian heritage, her spotted coat silky now to the touch, and leaving a sheen upon her hide that often brought attention to others. But the main attraction when it came to the Edge lady was the two wings she sprouted upon her back, large and unique from what pegasai often were born with. Yet to her it seemed they only brought more harm than good, leaving her to believe that perhaps it be best if she forgot they existed.
She only saw herself as Myrrine, the little girl that came here after getting lost from her mother and finding a new life in this place. She had blossomed and fallen in love with everything that Helovia had to offer, yet she still had yearned for her mother's presence once more. Though despite a long journey in search of her, not only did she come up with nothing, but she had learned that many need to leave their past where it belonged; in the past. Though it broke her heart every single time she had to remind herself that her mother was gone and that she would never see her again, she knew it was what the Gods had destined for her, and that her life was to become something out of it. Even so, she still couldn't face some struggles in her life because of her grieving. After a soft sigh she looked away from her reflection with disinterest, seeing nothing very appealing from it anyhow.
When she finally turned she noticed another not too much further from her; a man seemingly made of moonlight himself. He glowed so brilliantly she had to stop herself from staring blankly, and instead looking away in some embarrassment. She hadn't meant to have been so rude, but he was something to definitely admire, for he was quite the handsome man. Sometimes Myrrine wished she had something much more beautiful than her simple speckled complexion. She erased those thoughts out of her mind, smiling softly and finally gaining the courage to approach him. With her dainty crown held her, ink dipped limbs moved forward gracefully to close the distance, before she finally called out to him in the quiet twilight," Isn't it beautiful tonight Sir? The moon certainly does make your coat stand out quite wonderfully!"
Once close enough to speak in a normal tone, but so as not to invade his space she dipped her head in a pleasant greeting, before lifting up once more and meeting his expression with her own cheerful one," My name is Myrrine, it's a pleasure to meet you Sir! What brings you out here on such a lovely evening?" She couldn't help but bring up conversation so fluidly, it was in her second nature. She held such a friendly and cheery air some often wondered if she had ever been sad in her life time. The truthful answer was of course she had; she had been sad many times. Many people had seen it! Cerin was the first, then Mauja and Vincent; all of them had seen her shed many a tear and struggle with her own inner beasts that were to be honest, nothing compared to what any of them had gone through. She had been thankful for it and found loyal friends in the process. Perhaps she would find a loyal friend in this handsome man tonight.