"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 spider, she calls herself. Reginald wonders why she uses such a metaphor. He decides it suits her perfectly: small, black, hairy, annoyingly underfoot as she spits venom from the fangs in her mouth. He fleetingly wonders if her queer eyes old 4 irises beneath the opaque cloud of its color, and he laughs at this thought. We lets her be a spider; he lets her weave her web. How exhilarating it is for the grey-eyed prince to know he will not need to prepare the trap; it is being made before his very eyes. He must only wait until it performs its duty.
He’s good at waiting.
The daydream comes to an end behind his eyes. The sun continues its arch downward; a cool breeze wafts over the amethyst thistles of the field; it is evening now. His stomach lurches in hunger. He ignores these pangs, for he has found things to amuse him, captivate him, pull at the chords of his attention. It is indeed captivating; his spider snarls and bares the daggers of her throat, stalking this new “butterfly” that has decided to flutter much too close to a flame. Reginald does not move yet; he watches, his mind coolly assessing the spectacle before him, listening as this broken-faced filly addresses the spider as “beautiful”.
He cannot believe the words that fall from her mouth; he does not understand her reverence. She is indeed a butterfly drawn to a flame—drawn to her own destruction. The oddity of the term “hornless” is suspended as he processes the queer nature of her actions. Does she not recognize danger? For there is a dangerous light in the spider’s eyes as she stalks her prey—Reginald believes her bloodlust—he does not doubt her resolve in attack. Laughter tickles his stomach; he can’t keep it in check, and it falls lightly from his mouth, boyishly tickled, charming in its own twisted method. Only moments before she acted the role of the arrogant intruder, desecrating the land he slept on, ate on, lived on; here she marches, ever ready to purge this place of the interloper. The irony cannot escape the grey scrutiny of the dark prince. His laughter spreads amongst the golden light of the falling sun, the purple of the weaving thistles.
“After you,” he says in a tone he deems pleasant, speaking to the spider as she approaches the chou-- what an odd name for the doomed. The eyes of the broken-faced filly do not follow him, and that’s alright. He has wondered for a while if he would be able to test the sharpness of his growing horn on something larger than a rat, more substantial than a crippled hatchling trapped on the ground. He is eager to start his new game—with his “playmates”.
He follows her towards the chou.
You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song