"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.
There was no satisfying sword meeting flesh. Instead, he brushed by the stallion by mere inches. Frustration and rage sweltered up inside of him. How could this fucking behemoth escape from his horn? There was no time to dwell on such things. Later he could brood and let his pride fester a bit. His body was tiring and he knew he would only be a matter of time before it would be reaching exhaustion and running upon adrenaline alone. He felt himself bolt onward and the blow of his opponent’s hooves graze across his tail. Silent relief hit him at the thought of having those two clubs strike into his flesh. Those would be wounds that most definitely would hurt in the morning and probably for several mornings afterward. As the stallion drew passed his opponent, he realized it may be slightly difficult to stop. Coming to a screeching halt would be foolish he knew, but he better stop soon since a wall was waiting to greet him. All at once Déodat slammed down his hooves and he felt himself skid forward from the slick stones beneath, and the force caused him to trip slightly. His right front leg fell down toward the stones below and a good portion of his weight fell upon that single knee. Pain shot through him and he winced. Such a position left him vulnerable, so he swiftly pushed himself up. Again a wave of pain hit, but this time in his back from the bruises that had formed.
Sweat dripped down his sides and his breaths were coming in heavily. A decision was coming and he knew the time to end it would be soon. Déodat was the soldier who was relentless and bold upon the battlefield. He wouldn’t bow unless his neck was spilling out blood and his lungs had given out their final breath. At the same time, there were battles worth fighting until the very end, and others that must end while he was ahead, and this particular spar was one that was destined to end before a death. Truly it was disappointing to leave this hornless pauper to wander another day. There would be another dawn to give the brute the guillotine. His horn would be given the glory of letting the monster’s head roll. For now though, he would let the beast live for the sake of survival and any chance at winning the war against the beasts.
As much as the Blood Prince wished for the call of war to end for the moment, it wasn’t. The serpentine creature wasn’t through with him, and he saw it coming. As the creature came toward his face he lowered his head and he could feel the heat of it’s foul flame above his head. Instinct screamed for him to retaliate and desecrate the beast into carrion and be food for the vultures. One day Déodat would slay the foul snake, this he vowed upon the blood of his father. One day this behemoth and it’s dragon would all into his grasp.
“Enough,” Déodat commanded glaring at him, his voice laced with breathiness due to his oncoming exhaustion. “I’ll let you go hornless, only because I hate those damned wraiths more than you.” With that, he trotted off down another passage way. His ears turned behind him in case his foe chose to come upon him once more.
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[JUDGED] cavalier youth
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