"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.
A mystery spun and surrounded them, delving deeper and deeper into enigmatic quandaries and developments as a blaze of light emboldened a line of copse and glades. Both creatures stood stock still, ceasing all manner of movement to simply gaze about in wonder, speculation, and curiosity – etching and sketching constant deliberation layer by layer, lacquer by lacquer, until they were mere shrouds of absolute attention. They were a matched pair of absolution, defiance, and beguilement, twisting their bodies towards the serenading, wild, untamed beacon, towards the fading mists and the delicate, disrupted sanctum. As if they danced along a precipice, neither spoke, neither maneuvered, neither inclined anything at all; only allowing their eyes to linger, their souls to connect, their breaths to mingle, as another was drawn into the hazy, heavenly effervescence. A deer, a stag, a guardian of the woods embodied by spirit and design, by violet and darkness, by gilded, lantern lights and holiness nestled amongst broad shoulders and striking features ventured out into the field – and for one glorious second, moment, instance, a sharp notion of recognition fluttered within the Songbird’s mind. It fluttered and glided, murmured and christened, anointed something old, something new, something kindled and ruffled in a state of familiarity that she couldn’t quite place or pinpoint. It rested on the edge of her mind, away from transparency and tangibility, a ghost, a wraith, a phantom from beyond. The fey loosened her breath, felt her chest shudder and ripple, and thought the sentiments destroyed as the beast started to move again (had they disrupted him somehow, this king of the forest?). She nearly apologized, nearly brandished and craved forgiveness, but he resounded, called, bugled, in a state of invitation and temptation, then turned from whence he came, leaving them as quickly as he’d come. The Mender thought it could’ve been a dream, a hallucination, a mirage brought on by melancholy and deceit, but one look at Imogen’s taut, rigid, refined form, her ivory hairs on edge, her mind chaotic and wild with the possibility of a chase, and Lena knew the tense moment had been real, tangible.. But what were they to do about it? If they followed, if they were enticed by the woodland creature, could they be led into damnation? Was there a trap waiting along the winding road, lingering, hoping, craving a foolish cretin to fall into its depths? And if they didn’t meander along in its wake, would they be spurning some mythical beast, some fallen god, some regal, royal deity? Was it all a serendipitous notion? Was it all a grand, arching scheme? Was she supposed to play the fool? Imogen was the first to fall victim to the ploy, lingering on the edge of the meadow, prancing on the fringes of something untamed, something ferocious, something unsettled. So when Lena acquiesced, when she allowed one petalsoft footfall to glide against moss and leaves, the pale fox raced ahead, counting the ways to ruin. All the while, the Songbird hoped and prayed that there was absolution, and not damnation, on the other side.
Lena the Songbird
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love