"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.
The speckled stallion moved with the kind of grace and stealth one would not expect from a beast so large and heavy. It seemed that when his hooves should stomp and thrash upon the moist earth beneath, they merely plodded quietly along instead. His movements were those of one who had learned to find a kind of comfort within one's body long, long ago and had painstakingly honed every sense to keenness. His form was all but silent, a shadow ambling through the forest nearly undetectable were it not for his scent wafting betwixt the sharpness of pine and damp remnants of a fresh fallen rain. The scenery was lush and dense, surrounding him with camouflage and providing a sense of protection. Chisel was all about feeling secure. He traveled cautiously with the weary aura of one who has been forced to run on my occasions, though he held his lean head high and did not look the cowardly type. On the contrary, this was a stallion who would fight when cornered and run to avoid confrontation if possible. He did not relish the taste of blood between his teeth, nor the clacking of clashing hooves in dissension.
The scars on his coat glimmered in the sunlight overhead as he passed beneath it momentarily, scars that spoke of experience and both loss and victory. His freedom had come at no gentle cost and he still silently bore the chains to prove it. They chinked like whispers upon the wind as he slowly wandered, held knotted into his hair where most would prefer ribbons or necklaces. He had never had much of a choice with anything to do with his appearances though, and so the oddness of the style was lost to him. He knew what he was and he did not care if others figured it out as well - let them speculate and conspire. He would be long gone before they came to any solid conclusions regarding his particular origin anyhow. He usually did not stay long in one area or another. He had found places before of which he thought he might call home, only to discover unforeseen forces lurked around the corner ever after to send him on his way once again.
It was with trepidation and weariness that Chisel realized he had landed himself within a new realm, a place that made his skin tingle unpleasantly. He had the faintest notion that there might be silent observers of his nubile trek into this seemingly disenchanting forest now that he was further in; it was as if an audience stood back with baited breath to see where he would turn, what path he would choose next. He didn't appreciate the feeling in the slightest. He began to cast his eyes about warily, vainly wishing once again he might see more than shades of grey and hues of pale white so that he could more easily tell what secrets the forest was concealing. At the same time he was not so sure he really wanted to know. More often than not those who poked their noses into places that did not concern them, they wound up with bruised lips or worse. He was not so sure he was ready to stumble upon anything that required more careful analyzing than a passing glance would afford him.
He slowed, pulling his head up as he caught unfamiliar scents in his nostrils. Something was most definitely off here, like the sensation of walking into an ambush while yet perceiving its whereabouts while doing so. His foreleg was still extended mid-step and he suddenly felt so out of place he dared not make another sound by retracting it. It's not that he was truly afraid of whatever might be lurking nearby; he was of a stature and bulk that not much could truly threaten his well-being. It was more the uncertainty of the unknown, the fear the came along with venturing into variables he could not control. After a life bound to another's whim, once he had gained his freedom he sought never to lose hold of it again. Anything that could possibly loosen his grip caused him to shy away or bare his teeth. He was not quite ready to fight, he was not so base a creature as that. But whomever was out there might as well reveal themselves soon as he had realized their presence.
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