"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.
Even if I actually caught more than a glance of it, an eyeful of it—it would still always lurk in the corners of my vision, nothing more than a creeping impression of something evil, black and horrible. Life-stealing, rancid, so awful, so awful.
I was just a babe, newly born. I knew nothing. Nothing. My mind was empty, and the few impressions I had gotten made no sense. The things I saw made no sense; they were just shapes flickering before me with eyes I had just only discovered in those moments. Light was new to me, the light from the crater and the lava that settled inside it (I didn’t know lava, either). Even Mother—oh Mother-- was nothing but shapes before me, scents that I couldn’t recognize as the blood that I was covered in, the fluids that came from the temple of her body. I probably saw her tears—and they meant nothing. I probably heard her laughter, too, and it was nothing but confused garbling in my baby’s brain.
Oh, Mother.
I was tired, so tired; I had laid there, exhausted with my birth, the very air I breathed something new to me, something grand that I tried to figure out. I squealed and burbled, testing the throat I found I had; I moved the lips that I had realized belonged to me, and blinked the eyes that I had found in my possession. The shape made to lift itself, and in that moment I made a new discovery, apparent in the rumble of my belly. I would know it as hunger, and something urged me upward, that standing would bring the relief I barely knew I sought.
I had stirred myself; the shadows stirred as well.
I do not know what happened—nothing made sense to me. I did not know that the shape that stood to defend me was Mother, not then; I did not know what death was, being as newly acquainted with life as I was. I did not know that my Mother had fallen at my feet, lifeless and cold; I only knew that, as I got to my feet and my heart thumped hard in my chest, that the thing I had seen was danger, pure and simple.
The very next thing I learned in my life, so young and starving, was fear.
I cried out; my tiny bleats floated along the warm currents of air, sharp and piercing, for I was hungry and so very, very afraid, and my wobbling legs could do no more than stand. The world spun blue and silver, gold and lilac; it changed around me, stretched and pulled and became a different place, a different world—but it mattered not. I cried out, not knowing what else to do, not knowing how to erase the smudge of shadow in my eyes that would haunt me forever, in the waking dreams of sleep; I did not know that I would be cursed with this fear forever, or that the only true, real moments I had known my mother was as a corpse upon the ground.
I cried; I cried and cried, not knowing who would hear me.