"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.
"We're soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down
And I will show you victory is mine before we leave this battleground
'Cause you don't wanna leave, and I don't wanna go
And I know just how this battle goes
You don't wanna leave and I don't wanna fight this kind of war... - Jay Sean
"Hahahahahahaha....." A smooth voice rippled in the wind like black silk, a tattered strip of once beautiful laughter that now had reached a level of taint so deep that it was hard to say whether it would ever become clean again. It was a sound of water rushing inside the lungs of a drowning, fire licking clean the blackened bones of a charred carcass, of maggots in bloated flesh where a white-hot sun had stripped away all illusions of life and vigour...
The sound of its own voice aroused the creature almost as much as the fire that crackled behind it, crimson flames licking the ashen wasteland and igniting the remnants of life that had been coaxed into existence. It laughed as it danced in the wreckage of this car-crash of a world, sleek form glimmering as light bounced away from obsidian scales and lustfully caressed the razor-sharp thorns protruding from each joint. The disease and madness that had encased the creature once known as Lace didn't have quite the same effect on it as it had on others like it - flesh didn't rot as easily from this horridly beautiful form, this entrancing devil who walked the earth on dragons claws, ripping the world asunder beat by leather-winged beat. No, this being, this accursed existence didn't feel sick and painful and clawed asunder from within by malicious hatred - it THRIVED.
Power oozed from its being as if all chains and locks on possessed sorcery had been ripped asunder. Roots and shoots of dormant plants grew like weed before its feet only to die down under the force of blackening rot, or burned as explosions from swirling orbs of fire erupted again, and again, and again. It laughed as scales and skin and flesh burned off the shoulders and hips, moaning in pleasure at the pain and the sensation of meat knitting itself together once more...
It was invincible. It was indestructible. The world was its playground and it was the ruler of all... and as those glowing yellow eyes took in the dead world it felt the greed and desire for MORE rise like bile in its throat, and with a scream so shrill it might rip the drums of mortal beings asunder it called out into the night, for others to come and bow before it - only then would it be contented. Maybe.
WRAITH SPAR!
Lace's appearance: obsidian scales cover the entire body, his mane and tail hair has fallen off. The tail is elongated and running along the entire spine as well as jutting from all joints are sharp spikes. He have dragon feet with claws, the mouth have split open all the way up to the jaw joint and he has a full set of crocodile teeth. He have leather wings, but they are too small to carry him in the air. Eyes are cat-slitted, yellow and glowing. Basically, he looks like a disgusting, very wrong half dragon.
Judged spar, 3 posts + closing defense. No companions, magic allowed. No time limit, we keep going until it is finished. Setting; dark wasteland, there is a red sun in the sky mostly blocked by drifting clouds. Wind coming from the north, Lace heading south.