"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.
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
It was a good time to be in Dragon’s Throat. Tallsun had seemed to infuse the desert with its own harsh beauty. The afternoon sun might be unforgiving, but between the Earth God and their own Patron, it was exactly as it should be. When the Earth God had set his tasks and gathered all of Helovia upon his great ark, Megaera had worried for the fate of her desert home, but it had been restored much as it had been, if not better. It somehow seemed… cleaner than it had. A fresh renewal after a Frostfall and Birdsong that had been tainted by the grip of fear that had effected them all so closely.
Dragon’s Throat was rising.
With the first dawn of the summer season they had prayed together, and bit by bit they continued to heal and rebuild their lives. Even in the shifting sands, there was a solid foundation, a heart that beat in the herd that had not been shaken or torn asunder. Meg took and immense pride in that. That she could be a part of that, could protect it, meant everything to her and she relished in her work.
She was coming off patrol when the sun began to rise. The sands were pink in the slanting light of dawn, but the Oasis was a welcome sight as she crested a nearby dune. It had been a quiet night on the eastern shores and she returned eager to greet the day and find some hours for time with her herdmates in the cool of the oasis. It was comfortably warm now in the early morning, but their fierce sun would be on then before too long. She moved into the cover of the trees, picking up her feet with each step in her usual jaunty gait. At the eastern edge, she gave the report of her hours and passed the baton of vigilance to the next set of patrollers as they made their way out.
First things first! to thought to herself and craned he neck around so she could nose through the feathers as the base of her right wing and inspect the precious cargo there. The egg seemed tiny, even smaller that her hoof, but she kept it close without fully understanding why. She know of course the basic ins and out of eggs, keeping it warm, etcetera, but that didn’t explain what had made her stop at the ruined nest and take the egg. For nearly two weeks she had kept it tucked under her wing, almost sure that she had been too late to save it but unable to justify casting it away. She wasn’t particularly maternal as far as mars went (protective, yes, but in more of a warrior’s fashion than a mothers) but there was still some unaccountable tug at her heartstrings for this lonely little, brown-speckled orb. To days before, her patients had been rewarded with the smallest flutter of sound from inside the egg so she was sure it couldn't be long now.
Tags: @[Hector] @[Cera] Notes: Three Musketeers Time! ”Talk talk talk”