"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.
They followed him down the rabbit hole. A notion, strung and stung, nestled within her mind like a barb, like a thorn, curling and coiling in treacherous diversions – because what if they were being led to another ambush? What if they were destined to be the Pied Piper’s children, enchanted, beguiled, and allured, then gone, vanished, and taken? What if they were to be snagged and snarled, tethered and chained, never to be seen again? Or was she being foolish, ridiculous, having witnessed and seen too much of the barbarity, of the sinister incantations, of the ruffian endeavors searing across the earth? And still she followed the fox and the deer, torn by curiosity and fear. Would a spirit of the forest truly drag them to oblivion? Would a king of the woods, of the copses, of the fields and brush, drag them into snares and traps? The Songbird didn’t know – but she didn’t leave breadcrumbs behind. She only hoped, trusted, and prayed. They stepped over moss and lichen, over puddles and streams, over ripples of greenery still maintained throughout the unwinding season. She wondered if the greater mystery was the illusion itself – if she was dreaming and lost in a thicket, in a time, in a place, where nothing was as it seemed, if she was drunk and deceived on something much grander, much more powerful than herself, if she were a mere speck in the schemes of gods and deities. Or maybe she was nothing at all, and this was all fantasy, all whimsy, and all gold-lacquered falsehoods. The sunlight blinded her as they seemed to cease moving altogether, a reign of beams cast across her eyes, guarding her from secrets and catacombs. Imogen was a crowned laurel of ebullience, a fluttering collection of white and tails and vibrant plumage strung between earthy browns and incandescent greens, bounding closer and closer to a figure rising from the loam. Lena stepped closer, lowering her head so she could see the unveiling of the enigma, the reasoning for their tirade and chase into the labyrinth, then stopped again. “Oh,” was all she said, loosening a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. There’d been no deceptions or ruses. There'd been no games or lies. Her eyes widened as she took him in, as a series of memories popped and sprung along her mind, as the cobwebs untangled from one another and became living ghosts. She remembered him from days long ago, seasons past, a sagacious mage dipped in ivory, clutching an orb, listening to her start to fall apart. How odd it was now – that even years later, she was almost the same, whittling away at the fringes, at the edges, of her strength and devotion, of her diligence and virtue. She bowed her head, tucked a smile along her cheek, and allowed a hallelujah to slip past her lips. “Hello again.” Sadly, she couldn’t recall his name (perhaps she’d never asked; too broken and stupid and inept to conjure anything but the layers of her disappointment), but noted he remembered hers. Had she ever granted it to him? Another puzzle churned along her membrane, warring away other silly, trivial things. “I trust you’re well?” He’d been altered, if only slightly, by the presence of the companion beside him. She understood the deer’s existence now – the crackling spirit once nestled inside the sparkling, bright sphere had been this beautiful essence. Her grin widened as Imogen danced nearer to the stag, eyeing the width of his antlers – and even if he wasn’t truly a god of this forest, this field, Lena still gave him the merit he deserved. “What a clever companion you have.” And after, she didn’t know what to say, what to feel, or where to even begin.
Lena the Songbird
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love