"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.
The dawn had come to find a thin sheet of frost over the Hidden Falls, token of the falling temperatures of the nighttime hours. The minuscule crystals still clung to the trees and the grass that had not been burned away except for in the dappled patches of light where the sun's first rays were peeking over the canopy. The light was still strong enough to make quick work of the frost, leaving behind a refreshing dew in it's wake.
Asavvi's breath frosted in the crisp morning air... Or was it Csilla's breath? The girl had been thinking of that much the past few days. The instinctual decision she had mad to give that name at the border was weighing on her for more reasons than she had the heart to examine fully. That her parents not be alerted to her presence here was one consideration but nearly equal to it was she simply hadn't been comfortable with the name, the identity, she had seemed to lose while she had been away from Helovia. The name she had given had been what her captors had called her, and that now was starting to take on it's own sense of being a thorn in her heart. Each day she spent here made her more confident that her thoughts were now her own and slowly the name became more a reminder of that she had fled. The little star-seeker existed now in some strange grey middle-ground between two identities that had been placed upon her; she knew she wanted to shrug them both off but in their place was some gaping unknown and she couldn't bring herself to go either forward or back.
Instead of dwelling on herself, she sought knowledge of others...the Earth God, specifically. Her first exposure to the gargantuan god at the meeting he had called had lit an academic flame that burned just as brightly as her little stars. She didn't know much, she was mature enough to acknowledge that, but the scope of all the things she didn't yet understand was still so unfathomable. The search through history was a tricky way to learn, especially with a specific topic in mind. She had learned quickly that it was restricted to her precise location, and was mostly guesswork unless she knew where a specific even had taken place. Now she looked for the God of Earth, hoping to gain some wisdom he had already imparted; around her the landscape shifted, shimmering from one scene to another as she flicked through the annals of history.
In a circle about her person plants grew and shrank and shifted, some scenes were blanketed in snow some in Birdsong flowers, there was even one flash of a raging widfire that has raged here long before the previous Tallsun. When she spotted him, the shifting stopped on a bright afternoon, birdsong by the look of it, and from the center of the illusion, Asavvi watch with a restrained sort of anticipation, but the God was only passing. The day her magic recalled had only seen the mighty Earth moving through his realm; he entered on one side of her range and passed out of sigh beyond her boundaries. The vision melted away, leaving only the true, frosty morning and Asavvi heaving a disappointed sigh.