"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.
Something felt different about her home, but the painted mare couldn’t quite figure out what. Her gait slowed as she reached the iron gate at the border but her heart and thoughts quickened their pace. Hemlock flew around her, checking on the young Cypress where he was bundled up in the crook of Alysanne’s wings and withers, in a nest made of brown feathers from the older (but smaller) owl and her own. Though Hemlock had been in a bad mood ever since the younger owl had hatched, he still was helping - a sign that made her feel hopeful.
But now their trio fell quiet and still as they approached the Edge - the two owls picking up on Alysanne’s unease. Cypress began to hoot in small, whining cries - distressed and scared by the emotions he felt through their bond.
Her brow furrowed as she gazed at the forest that was her home, trying to figure out exactly what was different. It all looked the same… but she felt a growing sense of unease as she crossed over the border.
A cautious whinny escaped her, beckoning anyone that would hear it to come to her. The worry in her was rising, reaching levels that threatened to choke her. The list of those she wished to check up on to make sure they were alright was long indeed, but she didn’t intend to stop until she found every single one of her friends and family and made sure that this fear was unfounded.
Lady we have to find her! I have to tell her all the good news.... And the bad.... Together the ivory dog and I race in and out of the trees, both sets of eyes scanning for Hemlock or the painted hide of my adopted Mama. After all, Alysanne has always been there for me regardless of everything else going on around me. So much has happened in these last couple weeks, and I find the fact that I have not seen one of the two queens of the Edge well.... Okay it makes me even more nervous given the last words of the Moon Goddess..
The sounds of an owl hooting catches Lady's attention and she follows it. I start to head the way she had gone as well just to be sure. Finally, I feel Lady get excited. I hope it means what I think it does. The small pup rushes into sight of the trio before I find them. "Oh Mama Alysanne!" I cry out of joy and relief. I move forward, the small pearls that had appeared bouncing in my mane and tail. The weight of my new found necklace also reminds me that something is clearly going on. "Something is happening.... The Moon Goddess...." I can not bring myself to tell her the worst of things yet. So I avoid it instead. "I found out I have more family than I thought... Some were right here in the Edge and I never knew it.... But i'm so scared."
Lady moves against my front legs, pressing again me in efforts to sooth my fears. I find my family and it is the end of the world. It has to be. Why else would the Gods of abandoned us...
Amaris couldn't track how much time had passed since it had happened anymore. It all felt the same - a combination of general numbness and shock and apathy, a mixture of panic and exhausted indifference.
She couldn't explain exactly what was going on in her mind. It was a mess most of the time, though moments of clarity came to her, however they came in the form of an altered Amaris, a changed Amaris.
An unsmiling, unfeeling, lost Amaris.
It was a habit carved into her since birth, to walk the misty woods of her home. The World's Edge was hardly that anymore - Helovia was hardly that anymore, but she couldn't leave, couldn't turn her back on those she loved, couldn't risk Dramyrth getting ill again.
Motion and noise caught her attention in the foggyness of not only her surrounds but also her mind. The mare unwittingly followed the young belle, unknowing her identity, only knowing that she should follow for some reason.
The reason was Alysanne, the painted queen. Amaris paused on the outskirts of the social bubble, watching the yearling greet her mother (and a curious question floated through her mind, though she had naught the energy to pin it down and dissect it, or voice it for that matter), a silent observer. She didn't announce herself, but merely existed, there, alongside them; a silent sentinel.
Until she broke the silence, to complete the half sentence the roan girl started, to fill in the gaps of information so that the painted one would know what was happening.
"The Gods are gone," her voice, a stranger's compared to her usual warm tones, uttered softly. "The Goddess announced 'He lied', before extracting herself from everywhere and everything. It is the same for all the Gods."
Though she had not ventured to every land to confirm this, the travels she had done, the people she had seen, the sheer gut feeling of it all confirmed it - Helovia was godless, on a course to destruction and the end of times.
Amaris stood, silent again, having delivered her information and then turned to stone once more.