"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 mighty tobiano brute flew over unfamiliar land looking for a new resting place with all the thing he needed food, water, shelter if needed. He shivered slightly as the cold wind bit at his brown and white wings. His bi-colored orbs found a weird circle of pine trees he pricked his harks and floated down and landed with a crunch as the icy ground gave to his massive hooves.
"What an odd place" he said in a rich pondering baritone, he sighed blowing frozen vapor from his nostrils he lifted his great crown and looked up at the grey sky then around himself seeking any other presence. He sighed and tossed his black mane making his forelock vale his vision slightly. He pawed at the ground slightly in boredom.
Leo walked slowly out of the circle and out into the open where the sun shone brightly, he walked up a hill and spreading out is mighty wings sunning him self finally getting warm. His chocolate eyes wondered the horizon and the wind blew his mane and tail like black banners they flew behind him. He wished he had some company just to talk or a home to be warm and comfortable in. He sighed sadly and dropped his crown to the snow his soft nose almost touching it.
Suddenly a sound of muffled hoof beats made his brown tipped harks perk and his head to snap up. Who was it? Are they taking him home or just come to chat? He smiled to him self as his heart beat sped up with excitement like he was running as fast a he could or fly witch ever way you wanted to put it.
[Welcome to Helovia! Just a quick note: We currently have a site-wide plot going on, where the Gods have left Helovia, taking with them all light and all magic! So basically, the lands are covered in darkness, with weird tree-lamps all around, to light the way. ^^]
Out of the thick blackness of the sky, where even the weird greenish-blue light cast by the odd lamp-trees could not penetrate, came an enormous, and eerie sight. Gaucho was a massive, muscular hanovarian, covered in a dark pelt splattered with primitive symbols and markings. Upon his brow, were a pair of large antlers, with a dream catcher woven in between, However that was not the only decoration adorning his impressive rack: there was also a snake. Mara, his companion, lay nestled tightly against his thick skull, pulling as much warmth as she could to heat her reptilian body in the midst of Frostfall. Piercing the brute's nose was a bone, and around his strapping check, was a leather band, with spikes of bone protruding from it. He appeared wholly a creature who had crawled only just, from the proverbial swamps of life, having never evolved into a social creature. His stormy gaze relied on Mara's sleek vision to guide him through the black skies, to where this new comer had entered the Threshold.
The ground lurched beneath him, as his hooves forcefully met the snow and hardened earth. Black wings folded neatly to his flanks, as his strides continued along the ground, never breaking his momentum. He could both scent and hear the stallion ahead, and soon was able to see him, outlined rather eerily by the lamp-trees. Sliding to a stop, the bay tossed his antlered head impatiently, already turning on his haunches as if to head back from where he came. "Light gone." He advised in a rather rich voice, and yet the words sounded awkward coming from his lips, as if he were not used to speaking (which indeed, he was not). "I Gaucho, warrior of Dragon's Throat. Throat good and warm. You come." This offering of information seemed entirely formal, and it was as if Gaucho was merely reciting something he was taught to say. Snapping his luxuriously long black tail against his hocks, he spread his wings, motioning his pierced muzzle towards a massive fire burning high atop a cliff, in the distance.
He didn't seem to be suggesting that this newcomer follow him, but instead, demanding it. And yet, if perhaps Sohalia or My-dus were around, they might have understood the caring behind this gesture - for what you must understood, is that this is the best Gaucho can do. He has never learned to speak very well, and serves the Throat by constantly patrolling and protecting its boarders. In the wake of the mysterious blackness, he was told to collect any and all who enter the threshold and bring them to safety: He would see to it that he followed that order.
Leo could only make out the outline of the new equine coming towards him as he stood by the odd tree light casting a eerie casting as shadow on the antlered stallion. Leos brown tipped harks and bi-colored orbs locked on to him as he tossed his head and turned the way he had come "Light gone" he said awkwardly the tobiano paint cocked his head apparently the other stallion didn't talk regularly his harks pricked again as the antlered stallion,Gaucho, spoke again, "I Gaucho, warrior of Dragon's Throat. Throat good and warm. You come .Now" Leo nodded as walked towards him he chuckled at his orders he didn't mind it he wanted to go somewhere warm "By the way good sir, Im Leo" he said softly in his rich baritone
Leo sighed and looked up at the mountain with a visible flame on it he smiled and spread his large wings and waited for Gaucho to take off. He swished his long black tail feeling it brush his pasterns the only sound in the dark eerie surroundings. He tossed his long black mane making his forelock to part in the middle slightly.
"So this Dragons Throat.. Tell me about it, from what you told me its good and warm." He began softly his tone full of wonder. He looked the stallion over he had impressive antlers with a dream catcher hanging in the middle of them, he seemed like a determined brute Leo automatically liked him, he pawed at the frozen ground absentmindedly. Would he be accepted or even liked? Would he find his mate and have foals? Leo really wanted to start a family for some reason he could not explain.
Gaucho winced slightly, as he was addressed as good sir. It was almost as if large words, or flowery sentences were the only thing that could distort his primitive and fierce expression into one of pain, or dislike. Never the less, he remained steadfast, his dark gaze watching the new comers lips, as if that would help him to comprehend his rich assortment of words better. "Lee-oh" He repeated; glad that if nothing else, this fanciful stallion had an easy to pronounce name. Not like An-droh-mee-dah.
With a snort and an approving nod at the newcomers readiness to move towards the Throat, Gaucho spread his large black wings as well, gaze peering into the inky blackness. "We fly low" He advised, motioning towards the glowing branches of the trees.
Moving with an uncanny grace for a creature so big, and barbaric looking, Gaucho easily took to the skies, not reaching full cruising speed until he was sure that his company was with him. His dark ears swiveled to catch the question ask of him, and a look of confusion crossed the brutes face. "Throat is good and warm." He repeated, looking uncertain as to what more this stranger Lee-oh could want to know. "Throat have...Kri, and An-droh-mee-dah and My-dus...?"
His dark head shook, as slowly the warmth of the ever-burning fire quickly reached their altitude. With a grunt, clearly in no more mood for questions, Gaucho began their descent into Leo's new home: The Dragon's Throat.