"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.
Alone as he was on the beach he sat in a contented silence, the minutes passing and the subtle change in the moonlight and the star-spotted black shroud above them were companionship enough for a few hours. He had not anticipated to arrive so late and was not really surprised that there was no one to let him across. His thoughts had drifted deeper into his memory, trying to find that one, elusive piece that had been snagging on his train of thought like a loose nail. His eyes stared outward to where he assumed the island of Dragon’s Throat was – at least there was a break in the shining, diamond-reflected waves out there, an expanse of darkness that was deeper than the sky beyond it and the water below it.
After an hour or so of standing, lulled by the lapping of the water against his feet, he became dimly aware of a break in that darkness out across the waves. A piece of the darkness detached itself and, unmistakably, was heading toward this shore. It was still a few long moments before he really registered this as a fact rather than an instinct. He had a long trip back to the present from the rummaged, upturned heaps of the past in his mind. Starlight caught in the smoked gray of his iris, adding a flicker of silver as he tossed his forelock out of his eyes.
He watched her touch down a little ways away and he turned toward her, putting the water and the distant shore to one side. He had to pull his feet free of the wet sand to do so; they had sunk while he was thinking. Mentally looking himself over as she landed he rearranged his features, twisting his ears forward, lifting his head to catch a scent of her on the salty wind, relaxing the tension in his shoulders. Relaxed, open posture - and by the time she was close enough to make out his face there was a polite relief written there.
She had colouring he recognized, not as gaudy as some of the others he had seen and he felt himself almost grateful to see it. The wings blended in warm chestnut, overo paint flashing as she folded them against her sides after landing – from a polite distance – speaking her soft greeting. He took in her careful distance and her soft voice. He guessed that this was not typically her job – to greet strangers on the shore after hours. Or else this was a strange land indeed.
He dropped his head over his bent knee in a bow that was decorously executed. The way he held himself, his mannerism, was formally polite. Meant to preserve the subconscious distance she created as she landed nearby though he stepped toward her afterward his comportment communicated a habit of nobility and civility. He nodded gratefully to her as he approached a few steps. “I hope so,” he said, a sheepish smile pulling at the corner of his lips in well-crafted deference as he glanced up at her. “I had been hoping to take a tour of the island. But I arrived a little late and of course, there was no one here to let me across…” he glanced out again at the water as he spoke, his ear resting in Nasreen’s direction. There was a moment where his words hung on the air before he broke the silence again: “My name is Achaius, by the way.”
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[O] We build too many walls (Knock, knock?)
