"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.
Maybe to those with aging eyes and one too many cracks on hard ravaged hooves would find such landscapes the norm. Or ones with great many a thought may miss what lays before them, the simplest of beauty lost in a myriad of raging arguments. Upon young features the greatest perception is born and lost in time. The thistles moaned as they were pressed into the earth, a flash of chestnut here and white there. A squeal ripped through his miniature maw and the bounding colt bolted across the meadow. There was a limp visible in his movements as it hampered the speeds he could reach. A startled rabbit burst from beneath the bushes, its creamy tail flickering as she fled. There was a scramble of legs before Nym finally came to a stand still to watch the creature in wonder. Everything was new and exciting, his short fur rippled in the shallow breeze.
A rather spectacular red oak grew in all his magnificence just a little way in front of the colt, blue eyes bulged at its enormity. In similar fashion as his father, but not quite as extravagant, Nym bounced along to investigate. Not long since his birth the baby paint was already showing signs of personality which included a seemingly idiotic brave streak. Where most would run Nym would be there, bright eyed and curious. It was the kind of personality that would give his princely father, Torasin, a heart attack on a daily basis. Nym found this amusing. He knew his parents would be close by and Kiba was always watching from the skies. It was these very facts that annoyed the colt, he didn't like being watched. He didn't want to be watched. Nym was sure they did this on purpose, they cared for his well being but the young tovero did not see this. He only saw them in the way of the fun. The only one he wanted by his side was Abel, his twin brother. They could run off and create some mischief of their own, it would be perfect fun. The colt was also rather lazy at times, preferring to dose than listen. Especially through lectures. It all seemed so pointless to his young mind.
The tree loomed up before him, his little head tilted upwards wondering for a moment what Abel would do. How, so big! Can I grow that big? He raised to small hooves and placed them on the tree, leaning his muzzle between them in curiosity. The woody smell entered his nostrils and he recoiled whilst screwing up his nose. Nym then proceeded to give the tree and annoyed look, as if it had somewhat offended him in someway. A stump of a tail flashed upwards and the painted son left the tree in disgust. He had expected more from such a large thing. Nym decided he would be greater than that oak tree.
The meadow was beginning to loose its draw and it was only just approaching midday. He shifted direction and moved off to the soft flowing stream to take a drink, thinking about where he could go next. Blue eyes appeared in the water before him and rippled in the waters movements, Nym bored his eyes into his own.