"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.
Marco Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost it's way.
I was still conflicted with my own desires and the conscience's mute voice rattling inside my cranium. It didn't need a voice to remind me of how risky it was to escape the comfort and safety of a place I grew displeased with. I was still descending back into its welcoming maw without a rant to escape my lips, or a tremble morphing into spoken words. Yet I contained a sense of attitude and childishness that it wouldn't stop prodding at me, and it left me with extra layer of indecisiveness, if not agitation - which I begun to loathe that flaw in my personality.
Even as I was swept away in my own thoughts, my own words inside my head made everything feel lonely. It was indeed lonely, but what was expected when one was too cowardly to escape and the old teachings scolded harshly for any signs of recklessness? Lonely wouldn't be the best way to describe it when a behemoth of an outline shimmered from the thin beams of light pinpointing areas on its body. It could have been the scribbles, rune-like, glowing and penetrating the darkness of the cave. No, I was afraid this time, and my fascination with the light did not convey itself too well. Fear consumed anything really, and my body froze at the audible clip-clopping upon the ground carved by an earthen god. Lurking around wasn't an option as my body remained in its poised position; few areas quivering to indicate I was capable of moving, involuntarily anyway. All my agitation had melted away to allow other signs in. I didn't think behaving like a jerk would earn me points.
The outline revealed only an equine-like part of itself in the midst of the cave. My sight wasn't the best in these types times, but I could've sworn I spotted hairy legs attached to massive hooves. Did limbs really enlarge to that width? Surely it wasn't one of those beasts who might take form of a giant! I didn't want to be eaten! I nearly wheeled around in alarm as I blurted out my cry saying, " You aren't one of those monsters haunting Helovia, are you?!" I only caught some sounds - a tone sounding much like my own alarm - without any dialogue indicating what a monster would typically say. As I have imagined anyway. I was completely embarrassed, yet awed by the massive equine in a nearby distance. Emotions played across my face - fear, embarrassment, but the dominant one remains a sense of fear.
"O-Oh, um, I'm Marco," I uttered meekly; abashed by my first line of words towards the stranger. Hopefully we could still become friends. " I'm sorry about that. I, well..." I dipped my head, and my words trailed off into a squeaky, inaudible sound.
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