"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.
This was thrilling. It was much better than mother’s milk or father’s sweet smiles. Not that she disliked her parents… the tartlet simply found that her heart raced and interested piqued when something adventurous was happening. (Adventurous meaning mischievous.) So the small slice of lemony sourness stood, hiding behind a rocky outcropping in the deepest part of the caves.
It had been harder to escaped mother, this time. But she had— and she had slipped even further away than she had been before. Her long, spindly, pink and yellow limbs had carried her far south. And, growing too hot beneath a sun that was growing warmer the longer she was alive, she sought the shade inside the awning mouth of the cavern.
But the cave had made sounds, noises that she had to follow and investigate. They crackled and roared— they sounded possibly dangerous. So she had ventured into the hot depths of the cave (truthfully, the heat stung her candied skin; but she ignored the discomfort as bright aqua eyes watched shadows dance on the wall from the lava’s glow).
Scampering out of the cave and over rocks, she collected all the things her small mouth could hold. Making a few trips to and from the cave (her plan grey larger and she twisted and tied twigs, branches, leaves, and vines together, surreptitious glances around assured that no one saw her stealthy plans— or so her youthful mind thought.
She stepped back on small, rose thorn hooves to admire her handiwork. Bright eyes flashed in juvenile approval— her makeshift monster of leaf and twig was perfect. Scooting it to the very edge of her outcropping, she watched its shadow dance, magnified and gruesome (to her young eyes) on the far wall.
Dark flaxen tail fuzz wiggled in anticipation as she crouched down to wait for some unsuspecting soul— wait! She needed something to scare them with. Scurrying on spindly legs, she gathered pebbles and rocks. Dutifully stacking them, beside her hiding place, building the pile until she was satisfied that they’d make a loud enough noise when they fell.
Then, once again, she crouched and waited, sliding her makeshift monster to change its shadow on the wall.
Woolly, yellow ears of lemon perk and she froze— was someone coming? She wiggled her haunches once in anticipation and then— CRASH— kicked her pile of rocks as hard as her small hooves could. Eager blue eyes peeked around the outcropping that hid her, hopeful to see some startled soul.
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@Astarot She's made some kind of shadow-monster with trees/vines/leaves and it's casting a huge shadow on the wall from the lava's glow, while hiding behind a rocky outcropping with it (if this doesn't make sense, just lmk!)
She's just a foal, so pardon the rudimentary-ness of her prank :P
She also stacked up rocks in piles and kicked them over to make a loud noise when she heard someone coming!
<3
He trotted away from the Throat once more in search of something more fun to do than stare at rocks. He was so tired of seeing the same thing and same people every day. His mind was going to rot out if he had to stay there one more minute. So he found himself on the other side of the Throat ears pricked and eyes scanning for something cool. He loved to get into trouble, but found it hard to do without Tyrath by his side. A snort wafted through his nostrils, who needed him anyway. He smiled mischievously as he trotted away from the beach.
Scarlet and blue eyes watched the land around him until they spied a hole in the ground. Curiously he moved towards it sniffing curiously as he moved closer. It smelt stale and carried the distinct scent of horses, though most were old he could pick up a stronger one. A female had been this way sometime recently. Smirking he stopped right outside the hole and flipped his mane a couple times airing it out and making it fluffy. Clearing his throat he moved into the mouth of the cave.
He hadn't accounted for the steep incline being slick. His small hooves slipped every which way. He held his own against the slimy floor. Feeling more confident he took another step and his legs went out from under him. Like bambi on ice the colt fell face first his ass sticking straight up in the air. Huffing his aggravation he waited until he came to a stop where the floor evened out before picking himself up. He could feel a scrape and bruise on his chin. Mother would have a field day with that. He sighed softly and looked around him. Beside him there was a massive wall of lava. Boldly he stepped forward and leaned closer to the wall. He could see a reflection, meaning there was some kind of wall there. His muzzle reached out and touched the smooth wall carefully. It was hot, but not so hot he couldn't touch it for a moment.
Satisfied with his discovery he turned around looking for anything else as cool as this. A startled snort ripped from his nose as he spied something standing right across from him. Fear filled his body as he froze as a horrible crashing sound echoed around him. Thinking quickly he unfroze his tongue and tried his best to sound mean and big, "Who's there?!" Even though his young body was shaking he forced himself to step forward. His neck arched and he pawed the ground trying to look like he wasn't about to have a heart attack.
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OOC/Tags;; @Larue I am SO sorry this took so long!!
Astarot
You can DIE laughing, or laugh until you die... Wanna play?
Ears perked forward and she stilled her movement of her shadow-monster at the sudden clatter and commotion that funneled into the cave, which is what had caused her to kick over her rock pile. “Who’s there?” The voice sounded young, but deeper than her own and quavering with confidence. A wicked smile crossed her pink, whiskered lips— she had him!
But he had asked a question. Crap! She hadn’t thought of how to make a voice for her shadow monster. Biting her small lips in consternation, instead of answering with her tiny voice, she opted to kick a large boulder and send it loudly rolling across the stone floor.
And then she peered around the wall, bright eyes drawn to the stomping, tawny hoof of the colt. And, at the sight of his trembling body (larger than her own) and wide, frightened eyes, her high-pitched and lilting laughter exploded and bounced against the rocky surfaces. “Your face,” her young voice sounded between mirthful giggles, “Is so scared!”
And she pranced from out behind her hiding place, proudly flicking her tail and holding her head as tall as her minuscule body would allow. When her giggles finally ceased and she had drawn close enough to see the colt’s bi-colored eyes and bright facial markings, she stopped and spoke again, “I’m Larue. Who’re you? And why’re your eyes two different colors?” Her pink-stained, yellow face cocked sideways slightly.
But he lemon candy skin twitched as it started to sting even more in the heat, no longer having her prank to distract her from the discomfort.