"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.
Words pour from Confutatis’s mouth, she speaks of respect which makes the Blood Prince laugh. His laughter rings off the cave walls, condescending and cold. It drowns out the sound that comes from the mare’s familiar. As his face settles back into a glower he snorts. “A bold statement Confutatis,” Déodat states her name as if it is a foul taste upon his tongue, “you’ve given me no reason to respect you. Your race condemns you to be nothing more than a carrier of defective blood, destined to be nothing more than a lowly slave." The mare had said her piece and now he wishes for nothing more to write her off and move on. There are far better things he could be doing with his time. Yet as much as he wishes for her to leave, he could always saunter off. Nothing is stopping him from leaving this stone covered cavern. Surely the demoness wouldn’t be bold as to follow him?
On she goes again, demanding to cease his ‘vulgar’ terms, and she even goes as far as mentioning their first meeting. Déodat’s lips twitch slightly into a smirk as he drifts back to that night. A foolish coice on his part, but in the end she had been the one rejected. They were two individuals destined to be nothing more than foes. His hatred of course runs deeper than simply the lack of a horn upon her skull face, oh yes, the hatred for so easily luring him in despite her inferiority. “Don’t mistake that time for anything special my darling, and I surely wouldn’t be so bold as to call me friend. You were a harlot for a brief moment of pleasure, and once the darkness came you became nothing to me.” Bold words are pouring off his tongue, and his doesn’t underestimate the might of this wild temptress.
Something conspires between the bonded pair, he notes the peculiar clattering of the fox’s teeth, but he pays it not much mind. Being so close to a mind as demented as hers Déodat pitied the creature. Damned from the very start of its existence to be nothing more than a scavenging worm like it’s mistress. For a brief moment the Blood Prince dares to compare the mutt to the whimsical creature that always came in toe with Lena. Daring to think of his friend simply reminds him all the more to leave behind this nuisance and find other corners to brood. But the game with his wily harlot isn’t quite over yet. Déodat wishes to have the last word in this moment filled with tension.
“Why not be on your way? I’ve made it clear I don’t desire your company and yet you still linger.” Déodat dares to step closer, oblivious to the wicked magic radiating off of the she-devil. As he draws nearer he can feel the magic against his flesh and a hiss of agony escapes from his lips as he takes several steps back. The Blood Prince looks down at his legs and can see portions of flesh rotten and decaying, and small patches upon his chest and neck match the foul marks upon his legs. “So, you have new tricks.” His voice is strained from the pain. “Your magic is as vile as your malevolent soul.” There is no describing the pain that he is feeling, and he tries to withstand it, but after several moments he finally winces and releases a hiss, expressing the agony of his flesh.
[Apologies if I got the results of her magic wrong. Let me know and I’ll edit the post.]