"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.
05-05-2013, 05:26 PM (This post was last modified: 05-05-2013, 06:19 PM by Murdock.)
Anti-Murdock
After the young mare he had met on the Steppe had pointed him in the direction of warmer territory, Murdock had wasted no time in making his way south. He was well aware he had destroyed the mare's good mood in the time he had spent with her; it did nothing to dirty up his conscience but perhaps even raised his spirits in the slightest. Was it wrong of him to take pleasure in such tyranny? He didn't think so, but then after all the misery he had to go through he figured it was only fair that someone else experience the hell he was dealing with. No one cared for him and his personal 'storm cloud', though it was beyond his knowledge that his loneliness was entirely of his doing.
Thick mist swirled around his chest now as he made his way further into the depths of the forest, intent on putting as much distance as possible between himself and the winter 'wonderland' he had left behind. His feet ached from walking but he ignored the weary pleas of his aching muscles and shook off his mind's desire to rest. The bitter chill of late Orangemoon seeped through his skin to the marrow of his bones, and he felt the only way to shake the cold was to keep on moving.
Thin fragments of sunlight broke through the canopy like golden rays of Holy intent, piercing the thick mist here and there like flood lights. Personally, he had never believed in the Gods or any beings of a 'higher order'. It was all blasphemy as far as he was concerned; after all, where was the visible evidence that these watchful guardians existed? If they truly were up there in the vast, open sky, why hadn't they done anything about the horrors that existed on their planet and the violence that was a part of some poor bastard's life on a day-to-day basis?
Amber leaves, masked by the damp curtain of mist, cracked beneath his silver hooves as he wound through the trees. A thin layer of frost had formed on his feathers and they rustled loudly as he flexed his wings. The forest was so closed in and cramped, like a jail house with a million bars that formed an endless maze. He twisted his head about in the darkness, looking for a way out to the light of day so he could finally breathe in the fresh air again and get away from the musty stench of the woods.
He set his sights on a new direction, stepping off a faintly worn trail onto thick grass that could only be felt and not seen as the tendrils of mist sheltered it from view. He pressed his wings tight against his dark body as he stepped through the shadows, tall ears rising on his head as the muffled sound of footfalls reached him. His pace slowed abruptly to a halt as he turned his head, emerald eyes locking onto the dark, dappled form of a slender stallion who moved through the trees a short distance away.
He looked panicked and frightened, the crooked blaze that wound across the bridge of his nose only serving to emphasize the instability of his character. Murdock watched him quietly for a moment, briefly considering slipping away into the shadows and leaving the stranger to fret over whatever chased him. Tossing such musings aside, he instead stepped forward from the veil of trees to approach the stallion. "What are you doing?" He asked gruffly, his voice disinterested and rough from lack of use. He lacked tact when it came to social interactions, as he had never bothered to acquaint himself with proper conduct or small talk of any sort. He scrutinized the stranger with a slight frown, searching the shadows to ensure they were alone.
"talk talk talk"
Lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky
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