"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.
There was something about the endless expanse of ocean that reminded her of home, the one she’d left behind years ago. The shimmering seas seemed to mirror the way that the heat waves used to dance across the very tops of the dunes, tricking those unfamiliar with the sands into the illusion that water was near. Anyone who had been raised near the desert had been taught at an early age of the sands deadly tricks. But here the illusion was ruined by the salt air that filled her nostrils.
The larger of the waves looked like the tops of the snow-capped mountains visible from the very heart of her homeland. The same mountains that had held the ruin of her people. But the waves? They seemed less daunting than the mountains. For as quickly as they formed they were gone again, bursting against the stones and the shoreline in an explosion of seafoam.
The little mare stood ankle deep in the warm water. It seemed even the water lacked its refreshing quality as the sun continued to bake the earth below. But Najya had been born amongst the sands with the sun beating on her back, she was used to the extremes. Still, seeing the waves explode around her fetlocks at regular intervals was more soothing than the temperature of the water.
She looked up and watched as A’mal busied herself with fishing just beyond the curl of the waves. It was amazing to think this had been the once graceless dragon that had been so reluctant to test her wings over any great distance. The little dragon’s confidence had grown as she had grown physically and now she appeared fearless as the mare watched her swoop and dive on well practiced wings. The mare couldn’t help but smile as she stood on the shoreline, for the little dragon she’d named hope had returned that to her. Even with the constant change and the tumultuous life that Helovia had to offer, Najya felt as if she were prepared to weather the storm.
It was this line of thought that led her into thinking of the future. With Gaucho’s demise and the Sunspear gone, the Throat had a new leader. A healer. It brought back all the memories of her mother’s prowess in the healing arts. She remembered watching her mother burn herbs and using the colored smoke in rituals that cleansed those who were ill. Now she wrote off her mother’s abilities to equal parts magic and nature, but she was skilled nonetheless. She’d just been too intrigued with the stories of the world and the legends of the elders to appreciate her mother’s skills. But not now. Not after seeing what she’d seen. While it was always good to have a healthy appreciation for history, the stories could not save the wounded and heal the sick. There was a value in both, and Najya felt the need to find the balance between a childish fancy and a need to have a purpose in a new world.
Perhaps she’d finally find a place here. She’d promised, after all. She let out a soft sigh as A’mal let out a contented squawk from somewhere over the waves. Feeling her bonded’s contentment, the little dragon swooped low over the mare and deposited three silver fish at the mare’s feet before eliciting a string of happy chirps and returning to the business of fishing - forgetting for a happy moment that her equine bondmate lacked her taste for fish. Najya just rolled her eyes as the dragon continued her antics, casually moving the fish out of the way with her tattooed foreleg. “Thanks, A’mal,” she murmured, under her breath, failing to contain the peel of laughter just barely hidden beneath the words.