"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.
Cassius can tell this is not starting well, not as well as he had hoped. He holds back a flinch when the stranger dips his head, the glint of his horn casting an insidious reminder of its prowess. He fails to realize he has one as well, but it is beyond the stallion to use solely for bloodshed. There is a part of him that wishes to cower and admit defeat, turn his back to the one who clearly doesn’t want any part of what they want to offer. And scurry back from the caves and mountains he’d journeyed from.
I want to live, is the vile, small and squeamish voice wriggling in his heart. I will live, he tries to reassure himself. Stepping uneasily back from his original place on the floor. And settling a few more steps away in caution. Steadying his limbs that will spring away, if the spark truly hits – and the mad man is after them. He sends a wary glance to the other unicorn beside him. The tail behind the man is twitching in discomfort. Finally, the grey finds his voice, and it cracks uneasily into the open.
“Aye… You… you have entered Helovia.” He repeats Sacre, albeit his words are slower and pointed. Unsure if any of what they were saying was really sticking. “This place here, that you’ve entered… it’s the only gate into these lands. Where all strangers alike pass through – we call it the Threshold.” He lets out a steady sigh, pluming in a smoke of heat in the cool temperature.
Cassius can only hold his tension for so long. It shows in the creases of his brows, and the stiffening of his lips as he casts his careful gaze on the stranger. “And that is why we are here. To offer respite, a possible home, a new life to those who pass through.” He bites the inside of his mouth, finding it hard to concentrate when his heart is racing underneath his skin, and his senses are heightening to the lands around him. He can hear other footsteps in the distance – pulling his ears into different directions now and then. Would the stallion make to hurt them? He can’t tell just yet, but he remains at the ready.
“If you wish neither of these, then let us know. And we will bid you goodbye, if you’d rather travel these lands alone…” Not that he had the authority – he couldn’t quite believe he’d just said that. And resisted the urge to step away a second time. He glanced back at Sacre, imploring him with a gaze to see if he’d said too much. Before settling back to the horn – the tip and edges of the blade he cannot stop himself from staring at any longer.
“I hail from the Aurora Basin, a land of ice and snow to the North. Sacre – to the World’s Edge… There is rest, food and shelter.” With an audible sigh, the stallion moves his gaze to the cold, raggedy glare of the stranger. “Do you have a name at least?”
The stranger would do well as a soldier, considering…