"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.
03-03-2014, 02:18 PM (This post was last modified: 03-03-2014, 03:18 PM by Carnesîr.)
Carnesîr
He wants to collapse. It seems, that in absence of tears, he has grown weary; his limbs drag, weighted pillars, and he feels utterly lacking in the clumsy grace that is his trademark. Nonetheless, he persists in his prayers, forsaking his exhaustion for hopes of safety for his friends. Maybe the gods would take note of his selfless sacrifice (you know, because it was soooo large.) He hoped so. The sooner he was convicted of the lovely ladies' safety, the happier he would be, and the quicker he could go back to his regular moping and over-excited flirting.
Wrapped up as Carnesîr is in his softly spoken murmurings, he remains oblivious to the sound of wingbeats in the air. And even if he were to notice, perhaps he would only find himself disappointed that it was not a god ascending to answer him.
Yet it is impossible not to hear the clatter of hooves as the mare comes in for landing, or the sound of her cheerful voice interrupting the shhh-shhh of the distant ocean. His ears flick back in acknowledgement of her presence, and he ignores her while he finishes his last preaching sentence. When completed, Carnesîr lifts his head, tail giving a frivolous little twitch, a ripple shaking down from shoulders to hips. "Hello," he returns, his voice cracking slightly over the familiar word; his throat is dry from all his talking.
The silver stallion turns to face her, letting a smile drift over his rather vacant features. It is clear through his fidgeting and the distance in his eyes he is rather distracted, but he tries to listen to the mare, even while his thoughts skip around.
And then he looks at her again.
And god she is pretty.
Fuck. All Helovian women are too pretty for their own good.
Or for his own good.
The grullo startles, cringing a little from her, as if he is finally noticing her (which he is) and his smile widens into something beautiful, a crescent curve that simply glows. "I didn't realize when I came to Helovia all the mares were beautiful." He sings cheerfully, in that atypically senseless way of distant flirting he has found his habit. "The night and day only as beautiful as this woman I find before me," he laughs, tail curling and whipping around his fetlocks. "But yes, it is exciting isn't it? If only the sun lord were back... then I could be confident it won't last forever."
He heaves a sigh, letting his gaze dance across the midnight mare's wings, so like Shadow's... Shadow.
"Have you not seen a mare named Shadow? She dear friend of mine, but I haven't seen her..." his tail gives an agitated flick; "In too long. Or Onni by chance? Onni good friend too, I'm worried for her. She's golden, like sun- worships him too, holds him in very high regard, told me he's a good friend (can gods be friends to us mortals?)- yes, yes, anyways, have you seen her? The darkness swallowed everything, just like the Endless Night, but I don't know why, and this time there was evil in the darkness, even if magic not stolen from us."
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