"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.
A mist pregnant with the repulsive hint of rotten eggs- of sulphur, decay and lust, wafted down into the entrance where the trio were gathered and the brawny chestnut stiffened responsively. The same hue now blanketed much of Helovia; it was pungent and foul, and enough to keep his regular patrols well beyond the traipsing of those hopeless souls who dwelt through the darkening fog. The fleeting glimpse of one partially rotted equine passed before his widening eyes; Veci was watching above them, guarding and noting those who ventured across the parched clay-soil of the Heart. In the same moment the long bony tail behind him began to flick, clean plumes of opulent fire, auburn and gold, snapping harshly left and right. No images followed, and the boggart above seemed to disconnect again, to vanish- and so too did the odour disperse.
Windwalker answered readily, and the sparkling gaze of the vigilant soldier returned to examine him; to rove the span of his body and pick out those blemishes which should matched the revelation of his tongue. Indeed there were scars though old and faded they seemed to be, and Hector likened them to medals of valour; envisioning the battles he had faced before falling upon these ailing grounds of Helovia. A reverent nod trailed the black stallion’s waning words, though for a few lasting moments he could not pull away his clever attention from the lazy slouch of one white dusted wing. Midas followed quickly in response, and Hector was neither relieved, nor concerned that he had not spoken again sooner- the giant was a creature lost for words; idle banter was not his specialty.
The fresh face spoke again; though his thoughts apparently were not set on war- like Midas’ and Hector’s combined. It was true that not all folk favoured the brilliant art form, and that was fair enough- he supposed. The other spoke as though wounded already he was, that he should be left to scope the caverns still deeper than had been done already, and if a brow had rested above the orange beast’s eye, it might have cocked just then. For now it did not cross his stark black and white mind that the Pegasus he conversed with was flightless- there was still a limb attached to each shoulder after all.
"If you wish a mentor to train and spar with. Seek me out when you return from the depths." He added simply at last, and ruffled the vibrant feathers lining each wing held close beside- there was no doubt in Hector’s mind that Windwalker would be an asset should he decide to commit to the task.
Midas turned then to look upon the tri-bred stallion with bottomless pools of shining gold, and a half-smile found purchase across his tapered maw for the sake of his brother. "We have fallen into strange times." He spoke quietly and honestly, wishing not to flood the crowd below with fuel for panic and still greater fear. The ivory horns dressing his hard, white-streaked expression lowered closer. "I thought the last darkness was the end of all life. This though?" He paused and took a hesitant breath, feeling almost silly for the query he would present next- "How can we fend off creatures that do not seem to live; what magic could aid us? Veci shows me what our lost brethren have become and I fear they are lost now…" Hector’s chiselled skull shook grimly. “We cannot abandon them.”
@[Windwalker]
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times