"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.
Inevitably, the first thing I notice about this new forest is the climate. Currently alive with young growth, this forest is vastly different from the tropics I was born into and yet I find myself not minding that the air is both cooler and drier nor do I mind the sharp smell of pine tickling my nose. Songbirds flutter between the branches undisturbed as I move through the brush in wide-eyed exploration. I could be dismal – and a sliver of me is – but my soul can’t resist the temptation of a whole new world spreading out before me. So I’m drawn deeper into the trees, every leaf and shrub begging for my undying attention. In my tender youth I can bounce back from anything and keep myself occupied by everything. Besides, my father promised to find me, and his promises are sacred – why should I be grieving the distance between us?
I spread across the small patch of forest I’ve landed in, examining everything in close detail. I’m instantly in love with the smell of the dew-sodden foliage and rich earth, the thousand bird songs harmonizing into a single orchestra, and the seemingly endless ocean of green that spreads out on every side of me. I’d been so relieved to see land the night before that I hadn’t paid much attention to my surroundings when I just about crash-landed into them. I’d been flying straight across mile after mile of unforgiving sea for what had felt like an eternity. When the trees broke the monotonous blue, I’d nearly wept from relief and my quivering wings had just about given out before my hooves touched the sweet earth. I’d collapsed into a heap on the mossy forest floor and sleep had claimed me in minutes. I’d dreamed of Castres and my father and of the urgency in which he’d sent me away. I dreamed of our beautiful Queen being disposed of, and looters ravaging the peninsula for all it was worth. In my sleep my heart had cried but when I woke up I stored the thoughts away and let the excitement of exploration overcome me. It was the same coping tactic I’d used since the attack on my homeland. I imagine it will be the same one I use until the memories fade into oblivion, if they ever do.
The cloud of dark thoughts is banished by a patch of bright purple flowers unfurling in the morning light at the base of a vine-covered tree. With my interest piqued I can do nothing but wander toward them, admiring the delicate petals still glistening with dew droplets. I lean in to smell them, greeted by an enticingly sweet aroma. I’m tempted to pick one and carry it with me on my journey, but the idea of disturbing the innocent little plants deters me. I straighten and turn away, suddenly aware of the fatigue in my muscles. I’ve never flown as hard or for as long as I did when I fled Castres and my body is protesting further action and begging for rest. I scowl suddenly – a rare expression to grace my features. I want to see the rest of what this new world has to offer but my body warns me not to push it, and so I drop gracefully back to the earth, curling close to my patch of amethyst flowers. Boredom soon overtakes me.
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