"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.
I have lingered and lurked and loitered in the dark which infests the land. It is not a particular desire of mine, much as one may think, given my past. This raven hued curtain upon the heavens is not of the same comfort as the typical shadows I cling to. The moon and her kin are missing and in the opposing hour so too does the burning eye stay shut beneath the lidded lashes of fog and decay. It is an oppressive regime of foulness that makes my eyes grow wide and my nares quiver with worry. Most of all, it has taken my son.
It is for he which I soldier out in this place that bothers me down to my core. Not even the creatures crawl around, not even the trees lean in to lend an ear. My friends, they are hiding, and I should be too.
But I can't.
A voice drifts eerily through the haze brought about by the world crumbling to its end, the dust like an endless scattering of bodies long since rotted. I sneeze. It's a strange thought to think their frayed flesh settles in your lungs - each breathe another lifetime ebbing through the breeze as no more than a dust mote. I wonder when I will be able to drift so freely? It seems it is not far now; for all of us.
We are the damned.
I shake my skull, its weight significantly lessened ever since my crown of bones fell to the wayside, my focus interrupted by the impatient bumping of a velvet nose against swollen nipples. They ache now with a weight of dis-use and the pain wretches my heart all the further. If he does not return to me soon to suckle, my nourishment will dry up and he will perish from me, one way or another, shadow or skin.
I shudder, and with renewed fervor shoulder through the dark towards the tones that tickle a pleasant memory in my mind. Stumbling through the masses of my thoughts is always a chaotic ordeal, but I know enough to know I want what is on the other end of those male murmurs. Curious, I lurch forward and the fog swirls around me like a curtain, closing just as quickly behind. I can only hope it is not the last the fabric draws on my heels.
"Death chaser," I hiss through the murk, his figure looming like a darker figure among the rest of the dark. Anxiously my teeth reach out to the air and click together, pulling back towards my chest with a snort. I repeat this in succession a few times until at last his earth stained body looms before me. I pull up awkwardly, my haunches dipping low while my head leered high and wild. The sight of him at once sends a wash of heat through my meat, and I relax as the sensation of our night returns to ease my tension. I lick my lips as I settle, but my eyes remain jumpy. "He is out there, " I intone, whether as a warning or a statement my tone does not reveal.
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Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.