"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 journey hadn’t been a long one to the Rotunda. Still, he wasn’t entirely sure he was headed in the right direction. The instructions had been simple enough, patrol the Ancient Rotunda. But as he mulled the name over in his thoughts, he realized he had no clue where he was headed. So he leaned on those that accompanied him in the attempts of figuring out just where to go. The blue bird stayed silent most of the trip, keeping his thoughts and ideas to himself as they made their way. His company had been the striped woman with wings on the side of her head, and a couple of children.
He did his best to stay civil, and he found that keeping his thoughts and ideas to himself would be the best option of choice. He didn’t need to say something he’d regret and have these tiny creatures around him spouting them out later. Luckily for Sunjata, the pale colt had proven useful already in giving the stallion the correct directions to this place. While it hurt his pride some, trying to figure out where the place was, he also found it beneficial. The quicker they found the place, the quicker they could patrol, and the faster the task would be over with. It just seemed to make sense, right?
With the directions in hand and company to the place of the patrol, he emerged into a clearing. A large building was in the near distance with multicolored shades dancing across its pale marble structure. He tilted his head slightly, pausing in his step as he tightened his large azure wings against his body. The sound of the river nearby caused his attention to pull from the building. This was the patrol area? Perhaps it was his naivety that made him unable to imagine any horrible things happening in a place that appeared so peaceful. He stepped further into the area, his hooves crunching along a thin layer of ice that had formed from water from thawing becoming frozen again. The clouds billowed overhead, threatening to drop shards of ice as rain, causing Sunjata to do the best he could to not shiver in front of the building and the others.
His head swiveled to his partners in the patrol, wondering what they thought of it all. Was it normal for them? To see this building as such? Sunjata had never seen anything like it from where he hailed from. “Has this always been here?” He questioned after a moment. His words thickly laced with the accent of the Korofi, his gaze trailing from them to the building once again.
"Talk."
We slipped into midnight
like the death of the sun.
A group had wandered into 'his' western domain; it wasn't often the parseltongue recieved visitors. Again Toulouse had spent the morning absorbing what might be the remants of a sun just beyond the clouds - right up until the sound of an accented voice arroused him at least. The man who disturbed his meditation was a vibrantly coloured pegasus who spoke with the accent of the Korofi, one all too familiar to Toulouse who had formerly lived in Dorobo. Or had he?
Slinking from his place behind the rotunda, Toulouse pinned his glass-like eyes in the intruder. He had no clue where this man was from, though his sand-caked hooves might indicate the Dragons Throat. It was a hit and miss deduction as the fellow might well belong to no nation and wander as a vagabond but even if he did wander the stands he had still come a long way.
Glancing from his hooves up to the stallions own pair of blue eyes, Toulouse gave a bladed grin; one that was the same as every other he had ever given - a carbon copy, and his eyes never smiled when his mouth did.
While he was quite annoyed at the troup for disrupting his meditation, there was another kind of basking to be done, for there was information to be gained, knowledge and rumours to be passed from mouthto mouth with every meeting. There was no way he could of hesitated to greet the travellers.
"You have travelled far" the creature uttered, standing before the pegasus with his crownless poll held high. "what brings you to the west?"
The colt followed as best as he could. The blue pegasus seemed to be the point of this merry band, so he followed and shoved his wings down, trying to stay in his wake and use her wind to help keep him afloat. Fortunately, they didn't have to travel too far, and he touched down, taking a deep, gasping breath. Luther wasn't being dramatic - he simply was new to flying so far. The boy shook his head and his short, black mane and looked at the tall, marble structure, grunting absently.
He was not an emotional child. Something was wrong with him inside. He just knew... But there was little use in harping on it - not when he had other ways to prove himself. The boy just shrugged when Sunjata asked about the marble. Luther wouldn't know. He'd never been here before. "Looks... complicated to build," he muttered, wondering how Helovians worked together to create something this big.
A stranger then approached and something about his smiled seemed off. But then again, Luther didn't really smile. Maybe there were both off. The boy watched with hawkish, yellow eyes as this stranger asked what they were doing so far west. As far as Luther knew, his mother would not send him into enemy territory, so this land was unclaimed. This stranger did not have ground to demand about their presence. Maybe he was just missing some part of normal conversation? Wouldn't be the first time...
"Observing," he answered simply and without detail. He was flat when he spoke and void of the normal song and dance of humanity.
The ashen twin landed a few moments later. He'd become distracted in the skies by a brightly coloured bird, and had gone wildly off-course before having noticed his error. Landing as quickly as he could, and without much grace, Thèo tried to hurry to where his twin and the larger stallion had already landed, hoping that he hadn't missed too much.
Immediately the tribrids large, sea-green eyes took in the gelding he had met previously - the one who had warned him about vampires. A boyish and easy smile parted Thèo's lips as he halted by Luther's side. "Any vampires around?" He offered in both greeting and jest, hoping that the remark would place him in the gelding's memory.
Still slightly winded, Thèo cast a sidelong glance towards Luther, trying to glean from his brother's emotionless stare whether or not anything interesting had transpired in the few moments before his arrival.
mathèo
Oh Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man