"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.
Snapdragon. Snapdragon! Oh my— Don’t be such a spoilsport! I’m not going to fall off the mountain, I just want to get a better look at the sky, goodness— And besides, I’ve got wings, two pairs, even— If I do fall off, I’ll just—”
If anyone wanted to know what the kitten’s problem was, it was threefold. One: They were in an unfamiliar place, and they’d successfully wandered off from the other Edgers they had come to the festival with. Two: The fireworks had frightened him. Terribly. And three: Now his charge was gallivanting off on her own to go look at the sky, of all things. They had a rather good view of it from where they were, he thought, but Ultima, as she was wont to do, begged to differ; from the top of that precarious-looking outcropping, they’d be able to see the aurora to its full extent, and she could not be convinced otherwise.
“—and furthermore, objectively, the sky is higher than this cliff. Have you already forgotten that we flew here? Snapdragon!”
He strummed their bond like a guitar, and Ultima didn’t much care for the resulting music. The girl sucked her teeth, lips pursed something fierce as she clambered up a sizeable rock. If I ignore him, he’ll have to stop eventually, she thought, gauging the distance to the next stepping stone. But glancing back from his perch on her withers, Snapdragon could see the fortune teller’s bonfires glowing like the points of matches, and his yammering only increased in volume. As far as she was concerned, this entire festival thing was the worst experience of his very young life.
Ultima’s opinion: “You are such a worrywart! Oh my God (and may He Dream forever, blissfully deaf to all of this yowling), I could just—”
Silence. Whatever she was going to say, it died promptly on the tip of her tongue. Even Snapdragon’s keening had tapered to a close.
Up above them, the sky was a black iris, run through with the most vivid green vein of winding, pulsing, light. Breath fogging, both pairs of big gold eyes followed it from end to end, tracing the separate threads, marveling at the way they left ghostly trails in the dark.
“There, see?” Quietly, as if not to disturb the night. “It’s like a river, isn't it?”
It has been so long since I have been to the Basin, I hardly recognize it anymore. The chilly world had been transformed into something far more bright and welcoming than usual, the dark sky interrupted by fireworks and filled with joyous song. This was not a place I knew, not to say I knew it very well from the start. I could count my visits to my 'homeland' from one to ten, and although I could not be sure, I suspected that was probably something to be sad about. (I am not sad though, I feel... nothing) That sadness was amplified by the fact that nobody, and I mean nobody could tell me where my Mother was. She had honestly, truly vanished off the face of the earth, even her status as Corporal had been revoked. (You aren't important anymore) "AS important-" I quip before pulling dark ears back and my nose in closer to my painted chest.
I was never important like that, or at all for that matter. Perhaps a part of me wanted to believe that by tacking a name to mine that somewhere, somebody was worried about my safety and well-being. Maybe some dedicated herd member that kept tabs on all of the wayward children, or even the herd leader! The disappointment was barely tangible, if only in the glistening of pale blue eyes and how my growing hooves shuffled demurely across the loose soil. From the time that my Mother had taken me all the way to those dreadful Isles, to now, I was a completely different horse. Or so this is how I felt, just a recycled mind entrapped in an ever-changing body that seemed to keep changing when I was not looking.
My tail swept across the ground, pushing grass and rocks and pines in every which direction. I had settled myself off to the outskirts of the festivities, too uncomfortable with the whole situation to bother the attempt at forgetting. I did not realize quite what I was seeing until a few loose stones tumbled down to my ankles, making me raise my gaze once more to the alabaster pegasus who had passed by earlier. As with everything else, I paid her no mind. Now my jaw sank slowly open as I watched her climb yet another obstacle on a treacherous journey upward, a pitch shadow dogging her steps and occasionally, her back. A companion? Most probably, but that still did not explain her sudden need for a death sentence, surely there were better ways to go about such things? My first instinct was to flee, escape the situation so that no blame could be placed on my shoulders if she did fall. Instead I caught that terrible bug, that insatiable desire to know why she was so dedicated to this dangerous outing, I... I was curious.
For every step I took I hated myself for it, for with burning face and shaking legs, I began to follow the crazy mare, young legs propelling me onward with relative ease. Traversing short culverts and hard to maneuver dips in the shelf, you would think I had been born here or something. Still, it felt like ages before I could finally say that I made it to the top, lungs heaving and muscles all but collapsing my form. My entire body was on fire, a regretful venture for sure, where visiting foreign herds was exciting, this was terrifying and painful. For what? There was very little space to actually move atop the precipice, leaving it hard not to press against the pale mare's own legs as I sank to the rocky floor. The sky, apparently. Her chiseled face was firmly focused on the inter-changing aurora painted against the stars, silvery pin-pricks burning through the greens and purples with their own fire. She... came up to see this? And in that moment I could not be angry, not with her or myself for taking the dive into following her.