"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.
Acantha It's when loneliness burned down what was left of my soul, that I chose to hide in the shadows
Silence bound the leaf ridden forest, as not even a song bird offered it's voice to the wind. The sun was beginning to sink behind a dense sheet of clouds, their bellies swollen with rain. Though the forest darkened into a hazy bog, the sky promoted an extravagant array of hues blanketing the surrounding air. Thunder rolled loudly in the distance, as an occasional crack of lighting highlighted the bark of the surrounding woodland. The trees loomed over her head ominously, their branches heavily cloaked in leaves. Confident, but yet careful strides broke the silence as Acantha carried her head rather low and sluggish. Pale electric blue pools peered around every corner, scanning the blackened timberland. As the sun began to sink ever lower beneath the horizon, Acantha felt herself commencing into a more relaxed state of mind. The darkness was her companion. Her only companion. As sad and depressing as it may sound, she had always been a solitary soul. Crowds never interested her, nor did a significant other sound remotely appealing.
Inhaling sharply, the bay sabino mare halted. Elegantly carved ears swiveled in the directions of the wind, listening for any unknown sounds. She was usually never this aware, but the scent of equine reeked in this particular area. Hoofprints scattered the earth below her in many different shapes and sizes. Why had so many horses come and gone? She had never detected so many scents at once in her entire existence. Coating her mouth with any remaining saliva, she continued to march assuredly through the bush. Thirst tugged at her throat with every breath. Muscles rippled with each step, as her lithe feminine frame slipped through the narrow pathways of bush with ease. Despite her vivid color, Acantha kept her edge with a swift hand. She was convinced that she must constantly travel, i guess it's one of her ways of escaping her reality.
Ebony tassels caught and snapped in the lower hanging vines which only annoyed Acantha as she abruptly snatched her neck downwards to free her pitch colored mane from the gnarling plants. The area she ventured into seemed to be more isolated as the ambiance of the forest didn't scream equine nearly as much. Suddenly, a hopeful grin spread across the mares velveteen lips as running water could be heard ahead. Breaking into a brisk trot, she pushed through the dense brush, fighting the prickly thorns as they stabbed her sensitive sides and neck. She felt as though she was making quite a ruckus of herself before finally emerging from the ensnaring briers. She hoped she didn't alert anyone nearby that might have taken a drink to quench their thirst. The translucent water trickled from a trivial stream, eventually forming into a small insignificant pool. It wasn't much, but it would satisfy her ever hungry thirst. Dipping her maw into the cool water, she parted her lips only to gorge her acrid throat with the chilled liquid. Drops of rain began to hit the water in front of her muzzle before the droplets began to gently thump her spine.
(i do apologize for how horrible this is, i have been out of the whole rp business for a while so i'm a bit rusty. :3)
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