"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.
06-06-2017, 12:40 PM (This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 12:43 PM by Canaan.)
Canaan Screams of the Innocent
It was the strangest gathering. First two who are.. according to Sansa.. "pegasus". And then the filly and her pup.. and then this.. lithe ivory mare that had a horn protruding from her head. I never thought I'd see such strange things. Were I made of weaker stuff I'd have fainted on the spot from so much shock. But my short life has taught me much and though I found myself surprised, I remained standing and - besides the crazed look in my eye, I'm sure - stoic.
The small filly clearly thought I was mad for not recognizing a pegasus. But how was I to be familiar with something that I'd never seen before? My eyes hardened as I let a small sneer pass over my lips, resenting her condescension. My eyes passed to the mare with the horn. She was bizarre to say the least. She, presumably, was referring to herself by name as I saw no others, though why was beyond me. I'd heard of some beasts being affected by mental disease and I wondered if she suffered in this way. It was not my concern, for I had few.
She, too, mocked me. And perhaps if I'd held myself in better light I'd have taken offense. But as it was, little she could have said would have hurt more than a feather on the nose. Of course what I did not deign to tell her was that yes, the mud was intentional. I ignored her question, favoring her with no expression but an empty stare. I found the longer I stood their in the company of these strange creatures the more I adapted to the aberrant nature of the situation and it's occupants.
"Noah." The male pegasus stammered out his name. I looked toward the female next to him and wondered at her overall silence. The one word to pass her lips was a question and I couldn't tell for sure what the meaning of it was. I ignored her, and filed away in my mind that she seemed clueless (maybe she was dumb?) and that she would have to remain nameless. The motivation to discover her name was lost on me. I wondered at Noah's quiet, and stammering. Social anxiety? Impotence?
Or perhaps they were all unsettled by the giggling ivory mare. Had I not so instantly categorized her as disturbed I might have been unsettled too. But instead I took pity on the fool, wondering that no one had put her out of her misery as a young child. Though I had ignored her question before, I thought to reply with a mimicked one of my own. "Is that horn upon your face intentional? Or perhaps you are a rhinoceros?"
A small sneering smile appeared on my lips, but disappeared as quickly as it had come. I stepped from the banks of the water and shook myself, flinging droplets of mud and water at those who stood too close. "I am Canaan." My voice held no emotion, returning to the empty state I had arrived in. A quick glance at the setting sun, and I thought that perhaps I didn't want to linger here much longer. Perhaps one of them would give me guidance? Or.. they could possibly removed themselves from my path.
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