"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.
Time was a curios creature wasn't it? For how much time had he been merely drifting from place to another, in a haze of sorts as the burning of his flesh healed, then sank to a burning in his veins. How curios was it that the further he seemed to go from them the more he felt his hate consume him; lick at his flesh like a flame and he did not even try to fight it. It was easier to hate, to blame. Truly perhaps they should have killed him for leaving someone..something like himself alive was a mistake.
Again though time was funny...it seemed much longer than it had been since he left them -left him. And yet he still felt his shadow towering over him and though there were none here, was he nothing more than an outsider forever looking in? His name held nothing more than a joke to his physical state and yet the black brute lost little of his ego and pride. His almost god like complex of being better. Above so many. It was rather amusing to watch the reactions - so many captivated by an eye that almost burned like fire to then be horrified at the milky orb just that lay on the other side - the scars the gave him a permanent grin. Fate could be just as funny as time it seemed ; - half convinced the placement of that very scar was not completely accident, how could it? If so then his father had, had perfect positioning. Nostrils flared as he felt that all to familiar heat travel beneath his skin, up along his spine and settle in his stomach.
It tasted like tar ; - sticky and black in his throat and he had to swallow it back. Half convinced he would spit venom. He moved with a fluid grace - something odd to see of a brute his size, though his body did not inherit the entire bulk of his father; long legs and neck from his mother. From a thoroughbred. And yet just beneath black flesh lay muscle, power coiling like a snake and the skin you could see visibly tightened against his chest with each step he took, as if the slightest movement would tear the very flesh open. It was a tension in himself he learned to live with - never letting himself relax. Being prepared. He wore tense muscles and paranoia of the body well.
However graceful seeming his movements were they were still...odd. It almost appeared he walked to the side as well as forward; - head turned all the way to the side and one would think 'straighten yourself', look ahead. What is the point? There was nothing salvageable on his left - eye having lost so much of the capability to see. Outlines blurred and shapes barely recognizable through a haze. Like looking through two separate pieces of glass; a habit he no longer realized he had formed. Best to not further make it any more difficult upon himself - one eye just as good as the other, no?
Narcissus paused; ears flicking for-ward as if listening and how curios...there was nothing. Now, he had not spent much of his time in the forests at the base of the mountain - it had belonged to another though truly that meant little to him. He preferred the cold. Preferred looking down on them for a change. Even so he was certain a place of such green and life would be devoid of the sounds of it. Straightening his body stood at his full height - bending from his hunched walk however still his head moved to the side as if an unconscious move now to hide the scarred side of himself. Muscle above his right eye ticked as if raising it in question.