"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.
You were hearing it without even having to rely on my own senses through our bond, listening to the majestic echos of a poor boy's terror, and I swear if tiny shit lizards had the vocals to laugh, your ass would’a been grass and gone because you were rolling in my head at the poor kid. I wasn’t even touching him yet and there was probably a steady yellow stream running thick and free down the side of one o’ his legs. What a shame.
There was a part of me—a protective sort of part, a part that had a weakness for tiny things—that begged my charging ass to take it easy on him. Turn around! Slow down! He’s not worth the fight! Look at him—he’s falling apart at a charge! Don’t scar the poor children, Ros! It was the only voice that cried out so passionately amongst the other parts of me in my head—some twenty-seven voices I would guess? All of which promptly ignored her ass, and good thing, too. Because this boy had literally picked a fight with the world and the world will eat you alive even when you try to mind your own damn business—and this kid needed to learn how to take the teeth of the universe or sit your ass down somewhere to avoid the bite.
I’ll be honest. I probably would have fell out laughing like you if I weren’t already in battle-mode. And in battle-mode, you don’t actually think about what you’re doing. It’s action-reaction. So when the boy screamed, I belted right back at him, except my scream was more like a ROAR and my eyes widened into something fierce and nuts and I peeled back my lips and there was a little tongue showing somewhere--
--and I kept running for the crying babe—right up ‘til the last minute, where I straightened my out my legs and dug them into the ground, skidding to a stop. I had been moving too fast to stop all too quickly, which was perfect, because I was aiming to jab the point of my left shoulder into him as he passed and I hadn’t wanted to accidently pass by him—
--but as we crashed I was caught off guard by how large this man-baby actually was, not really a mountain of a thing but still taller than me with a thicker chest than I had estimated (and flaming wings too, gosh, what’s with all the flaming wings--) and even though I had barreled into him with the full force of my charge I still hit something a lot more solid than I intended, and the shock of it jarred my shoulder blade all the way to my back and down my vertebrae and yeah, that was gonna be a nasty bruise for sure.
He was still moving passed me and his flame-crusted (heat-less?) wing sort of clipped me upside the head a little as we came close, scratching my eyes and obscuring my vision for a moment-- but I had dug in at just the right time to come to enough of a stop to gather myself underneath me and pivot on my hind hooves toward my left, turning my body to follow his movement—
--and as I launched myself at him in our close quarter range, a was roaring a great big “RAAAAAAAAAARGH,” with an ugly sort of snort-snarl in the back of my throat (okay bite me I was laying it on kinda thick) as I bared my teeth and aimed for the left side of his neck, to sink as much of my teeth in him as possible; to make him squeal a little bit more.
[WC:627
PC: 2/3]
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