"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.
Achaius had been wandering – not exactly aimlessly – along the cliff edge of the realm. He had been given some early reconnaissance by Tembovu and had been filling in the gaps in his mental map while observing the comings and goings of some of the members with interest. Not feeling particularly nosy about the personal interactions he observed he had so far been content to take in a general impression of them and the place. He was quite taken with the steep rock wall that plunged to his left into the distant, thundering waves. There was a soothing, dependable monotone in the hard crash of surf against rock, slightly muffled by the distance. Inextricable from that ever-present noise was the vertiginous altitude at which they stood. It was breath-catching to look down beneath your feet as the world fell away, even standing at perfect safety on level ground. The wind lapped, almost like the waves many feet below, against the edge of this plateau, tugging at his mane and tossing his forelock obtrusively into his line of sight. The cool, salty touch added an unsettling chill to the already impressive façade of the World’s Edge.
He was getting a little bored of his own company. He had just about run out of things he could learn without interacting with the members of the little country. Having just spent months on his own (had he been on his own? There it was again, that tug in his memory of something that he felt he should know) before arriving in Helovia, he tired of himself much more quickly than usual. Pausing in his slow amble to shake some mud off of his foot he heard a familiar voice. He cocked his ears in her direction, tuning out the surf.
There had been no true anticipation of seeing her again so soon but he had found it a little odd that her – unmistakeable – figure had been so hard to find among those he had noted in this place. He set off again at a lope, trying to pick his way on the least muddy track he could find. After a few hundred meters he could see her – white skin and silhouette quite crisp against the green underfoot and the fading blue of the cloudless horizon. The singularity of her colour was almost a calling card, and just as she would no doubt find him easy to see (he had noticed that his species was in the minority), she stood out even among her many-faceted, many-coloured compatriots. As he drew nearer still he could see her companion? Yes. That was it. Edward. No… Edgar. perched on her back in a restful posture. He smiled, his young well-schooled face carrying it with genuine warmth. He continued at his even, lengthy stride until he drew level with her. He flowed out of motion and into a courteous bow, which was lightened by the smile that still hung about his lips. Bending his left knee and dropping his shoulder low over it, he curved his neck and tucked his mug to his breast. It took him only a few seconds to execute, and he rose from it with symmetric timing. There was a fluid precision to his execution of such a subtle manoeuver which ought to look less natural on his warm-blood frame, but flowed gracefully out of a habit forged from childhood.
“At your service, Elsa.” He said, without stuffiness of pretense. He settled into a comfortably square posture, his gaze settling in her own with the simple confidence of his nature. Turning his head a little to take in Edgar as well he said “Hello Edgar.” And as he turned back again, taking in the folded white wings and the crisp chill of the spring air (more noticeable in her presence) before he found her own blue eye, he said “Achaius is certainly easier to answer to than ‘that guy’, I was starting to get a complex about it – do you know how often someone happens to say ‘that guy’ in casual conversation? Way too often.”
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