"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.
They come. One by one by one they all came, and each and every one of them would fall. The Blood King would play their game, he would toy and permit them to believe victory but they would soon see his how great he was. Even being able to gaze upon him was a privilege to the prey that lurked down in their little caves! First of them was a disgusting hornless who spews out threats. A loud laugh erupted from his frame. “Come out and fight me coward. Come out and hold true to those words you proclaim.” He stepped closer and leaned in, just at the edge of the pit, making an effort to waft his vile breath into the pale one’s face.
Shortly after the pale one came a mare shrouded in darkness. At least this one was blessed with a horn. One that would be worthy of servitude, and one that was willing to defend this abyss they hid in. Just as the dark mare came a second one erupted from the cave at him. Before he could give any reaction to the second rodent, the first one struck the sword directly in the center of his broad chest. A loud roar erupted from his lips, mimicking the agony he should’ve felt at such a blow. Perhaps it would drive home a sense of guilt to the weak-hearted. The Blood King may be a mere shroud of the proud soldier that lay buried beneath the layers of death and decay, but his mind and body still had that of a disciplined warrior. Two stubborn mares wouldn’t defeat him so easily.
Déodat felt the other mare strike at his shoulder and he fleet himself stumble slightly and barely managed to avert the bite. As she drew close, the Blood King outstretched both his wings with great force in hopes of striking the brown mare that drew close. “It will take more than that rodents to defeat me!” All along, he hadn’t noticed the fourth figure to appear. When the voice called, his gaze snapped to the one adorned in armor. Whatever he had called out to the mares had gone over his undead head. Around him a violent sandstorm began to brew and with it came gold. What!? His eyes turned to the winged stallion.
“Of course a skyrat would stoop to cheap parlor tricks. You’re no better than the fool that lingers in the cave.” The Blood King screamed. He knew there would be no point in flying with the harsh winds around him. In the back of his wicked mind, that remnant of mortality was laughing and rejoicing for it knew what was coming, and so did the monster. A roar of rage filled the air around him as he saw the gold begin to form around him. “ALL OF YOU WILL FALL TO DARKNESS! THERE IS NO RUNNING FROM FATE!” Those were his final words as the sphere solidified. Now he was trapped. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. He was supposed to rule them all. The Blood King wasn’t capable of grief, only malice and rage. Just as he always seemed to, Déodat had failed even in the body of something supernatural, and ironically enough, it was the skyrats that caused it all.
The Blood King had fallen. The pathetic mortals that should’ve been groveling at his feet had defeated him in a matter of moments.