"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.
What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
I watch the anger flash across the tall, strong man’s face and cannot help but feel a small faltering within myself in fear for Aithniel and then reeling back into a confused fear as to why he stayed mad when I said she wasn’t usually allowed to come with us. Surely this man knew of the rules mother lived by? I was under the opinion that most of them were of the same mind that she was if the meeting I had gone to with her was any precursor, and that it roused such emanations from the dual horned titan confuses me.
My face probably reads as much as I stare at him with large, unblinking eyes, leaning ever so slightly towards my sister (perhaps I shouldn’t have shoved her away so soon) until a smile breaks the hostility that had turned him into fearsome stone. If he is father’s cousin, I’m looking forward to my future – the thought of being as impressive a figure as this man or my dad makes a young boy’s heart flutter.
He’s suddenly much nicer than he had been at first, which almost makes me smile because it reminds me of father and his moods – but I am also worried that any giggles or grins on my behalf may come across as mockery and so I remain stoic in the face of my humorous comparison. I catch the name my sister has given herself and I am not so tactful in restraining the grin that breaks my features.
It’s a pretty name, one that suits her well and that I like repeating to myself silently.
A chirp draws my eyes downwards and Aithniel’s shoulder jostles me, and as she squeals in delight I take in a sharp inhalation of excitement and bound forward as well. "A griffon!" I cry, echoing the more childish name that my sister has given the creature with its real title. Hopefully Uncle will not judge her for not knowing what it is called – I already told him that momma doesn’t have much to do with her and, unfortunately, sounding like an idiot is a consequence. I mentally mark down in my young mind to teach her about companions the next time we have a chance to be alone together so she doesn’t make that mistake again.
"Oh, she’s so pretty!" my nose is lowered and I admire the color of her feathers and the wide, intelligent eyes nestled in her face. The creature is even more wonderful than it had sounded to me when momma had described them and I can’t stop staring for the life of me. "What’s her name? How did you get her egg? Momma says there is an old turtle that hoards them."
She hadn’t actually said those words exactly, but from what my little mind can remember and process that’s the best paraphrasing job I can accomplish. I think the story was more along the lines of that she’d found an old turtle once who had an egg and that he’d said he did it quite often, but that was just too many words for such an exciting moment.
For the blood on which we dine
Justified in the name of the Holy and the Divine.