"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.
This feeling of disappointment wasn't something unfamiliar to Alleo, he'd felt the same emotion countless times in his childhood, but somehow it felt different. It was unlike the disappointment he'd felt in his mother and father. Unlike the disappointment he'd felt with himself when he allowed himself to be used as a mindless weapon. Maybe it felt different because this time he wasn't disappointed in someone else. He was disappointed that Rasta hadn't accepted a little trinket that showed his affection. His grazing paused and he stared hard at the ground. Affection? Where had that word come from? Where had that feeling that accompanied the word come from?
His grazing was set into motion once more when Rasta was by his side again, her muzzle dropping down near his as he grazed. He didn't do anything to push her away because he had promised that he wouldn't hurt her and he knew quite well that emotional pain was just as real as physical. He lapsed back into a state that he had been in for most of his life, emotions tucked somewhere deep inside and locked away. He'd been a fool to let himself get attached to a mare that had only asked him to protect her. What was he thinking? She could actually like him as more than just a protector? Maybe he really was as big a fool as his father had told him he was. It was the only explanation he could think of.
Her muzzle brushed against his neck before she lipped at the amulet that she had given him. He stills as her muzzle comes to rest against his chest and he almost felt as if she'd stabbed him there. Alleo sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, his head rising enough so that his voice wouldn't be muffled against the mossy floor. "I would never do anything to hurt you." He said quietly, his ears falling back against his head once more. "I thought you trusted me." He thought but refrained from voicing that thought. His head turned so that he could look at the pale mare from the corner of his eye. He wanted to say more, but what was there to say? What could he ask a mare who couldn't speak for herself? He could only be thankful that it was a trinket he'd given her and not his heart. But could he really give that away? He was beginning to think she'd stolen it the first time she'd curled against his side for protection and warmth.
He blinked and shifted his gaze away as that thought popped into his head of its own accord. It all was beginning to make sense in his head, but he wanted to deny it. Love wasn't something that came to stallions like him. It was a concept that was foreign to him and a word that was all too strange and downright weird. But maybe it made a little bit of sense?
"Love." He thought as he snorted quietly. "Who would have thought?" It was something he probably wouldn't be able to admit out of fear that she'd reject him like she had the hawk clip... the one that she still wore in her hair after he'd told her she didn't have to keep it. Maybe that was a good sign.
"It looks good on you." His voice was still quiet as he spoke the compliment.
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