"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.
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Her sliver streaked eyes looked to the mare creeping out of the wood line. Her Teal eyes narrowed quickly as she lowered her head. She let the sights of this new creature process in her perfectly crowned head. This mare was very different than her self, she was not horned. Her face dripped with a white mask that looked like bone. Red eyes pierced through her perfectly golden pelt as she let her own teal and silver flecked ones pierce through the black mares. She may look like a royal, but this beauty pack a sing bigger then a man of war. She let her pin ear slip forward as she say a little black dragon slip beside the other mare. She was bonded like her self, she shared the same compassion for something like Rae did.
Tin snorted softly as his ornamental crow raised to the air letting his bright green eyes gaze at the dragon. 'dragon no good he snapped at Rae. Raeden pinned her ears sharply as the mare stepped closer. She was not going to be taken advantage of again. Not any more, a wild side flecked through her eyes. The opalescent horn glimmered with a sharp dagger like point as she lowered her crown once again. Tin stepped forward closer to the bonded pair. Then his gazed softened a bit as the mare spoke softly with an ease to her voice. Raeden perked her head up and her cream colored ears flew up at the sound of the other mare speaking. She said a simple hello, but it could have been worse. Hello her maw opened as the word flooded from them. It was soft and sweet, but it held a tang of fire twisted within it. With that simple word Rae continued on to speak with the other mare I am Raeden, this is Tin. This place is not normal... There is something odd in the air. Her royal crowned skull looked around to blood red falls and leaves surrounding them. The Falls rushed behind the two mares like a rage of emotions.
Her silver flecked orbs looked at the slightly larger mare. She wondered how this conversation would go, she was not much on other mares. This one could be different though, maybe. The demonic trees danced with dark illusive shadows. They skipped around them with the passing clouds over the blood moon. The dark canopy rustled with the whisper of the shadow from the moon. The ghostly breeze flooded the canopy floor picking up Raeden's shimmering white mane, to create the waves of the wind behind her. Her royal looks would put almost any mare to shame. She had a nasty attitude that contradicted her flawless appearance. She was never rude to a creature that was kind to her though, a bit snobby possibly, never rude. She looked over the dark mare wondering what more she had to say. Tin on the other hand was not to please he sat back watching. 'Not to be trusted.' was the only thing he had to say.