"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 sun was setting and burning the sky with familiar calming colors that began to reappear earlier each day while, in exchange, the nights became longer. A desire for Orangemoon's return ached in the bond you share with the fox; neither of you wanted the sweet summer nights to end, yet your infatuation for the chilly season grew stronger by the year. Ouija trotted eagerly along your left side, keeping pace while you wandered the edge of the island, ears flipping back and forth above your empty eyes while you took one last lap before the moon filled the sky. Ouija yipped behind you, her black padded toes dancing on the hard sand while she tried to direct your attention to a familiar figure in the distance.
Your jaws tightened, glossy eyes briefly casting down on the cub just before you could adjust and face the woman in the distance. Large maroon nostrils flared, the dry air and salty ocean water diluting the earthy fragrance that floated off of the woman you've grown to know over the years. We whisper her name, but you keep us barred back in our cage while your still young hormones pump through your veins; Alysanne. Needless to say, a bright smile spreads across your thin lips before a throaty nicker can fill the air, bicolored ears snapped forward while you called out to her.
Unattractive feet shuffle underneath you, the fox staying put while you prepare to be wrapped in fiery wings. Your steps stutter, narrow chest heaving before the uncomfortable twist in your stomach begins; this will only have been the third time you've used the magic bridge. Yellowed teeth grit between strong jaws and you step forward, the key dangling on your chest glinting in the remaining sunlight before wings of fire ignite on either side of your slender shoulders. Immediately they carry you, the awkward lack of control making it hard for you to breath and even harder for your muscles to know just what to do. Your legs pump in the air, empty, dry frogs scooping frantically to gain more ground but staying at the same steady pace. It feels like ten minutes before you finally reach the edge even though it only took a matter of a few seconds, and the false appendages flap once more before fizzling into small sparks that disappear without a trace of smoke.
An embarrassed laugh rattles your throat. "H-hey Aly. Hemlock." Rummy snout reaches out toward her own gently, cloudy eyes watching the dancing emeralds as you try to meet her touch. Maybe it was faith that always brought the two of you together, but we know that it is more likely some bizarre coincidence. Regardless of why or how, you want to melt as soon as you're with the painted goddess. All the while, you try to avoid direct eye contact with the owl, a strange fear streaking through your limbs like a teen boy's first meet and greet with the girlfriend's father and his loaded shotgun that sat conveniently in the corner of the room.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices.'
@[Alysanne]
Holy long wait. ;-;
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