"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.
Whispers of the dead and murky waters did not instill any fear in the shadowy mate that passed over the paths she knew to be safe. Footfalls silent, moving like a wraith through the twisted murky land. It was something Lakota regretted, the black shadow born from their parents while Hana and Alleo had been blessed by the lighter side of the genes. She really was the plague of the family. Wry grin stretched aesthetically pleasing face, showing the bitterness and uncarin nature of the girl within. This was a new place to her, and she already found she enjoyed the darkness of the Deep Forwst much better. Where the shadows hid her body and the little sunlight bounced of her snowy back to make her seem invisible. She was a part of the Grey, of course she felt better sneaking around and striking from a position she chose herself. Lakota hated to play by other peoples rules, with the exception of Ktulu and her patron.
After all the Moon Goddess had gifted her with the ability to draw upon her does a fog of poison. Lakota couldn't be more pleased after the poison d'Artagnan infused her with wore off. Now she had completed every poisoner's dream. She could finally give something to the Grey other than her fighting abilities.
One ebony hoof slipped and landed in he murky water. Violet eyes narrowed as she yanked it back out again, shaking it in disgust. "Fucking disgusting." Yes, the forest was better by a longship. The fact Lakota could call it home was a huge step. She'd always traveled through outcast bands, staying for a season before disappearing into the swaths of black shadow in the middle of the night. Never lost but never found. Stuck in limbo until Ktulu and Rafe found her. Lakota was fine with her life, not bothered by the fact she was an assassin in mild terms. Working for those who could pay, a mercenary. Alliances, feelings, bonds; those meant nothing to her. The only ones who were locked within her heart were Alleo and Hana, and Ktulu had taken the sole place of respected leader. A spot that had remained vacant for quite some time. Lakota often found herself keeping tabs on Ktulu. Always there to be a back up even if the fierce woman didn't need her help. It itched Lakota to know someone had made her respect them, be loyal to them. But it was also a strangely good feeling to know she would appear by Ktulu's side in a moment if she needed her. That was Lakota's strength. Silent protection and watchful eyes.
Snorting rudely she slapped her tail against her hocks and moved on, angling somewhat north west to exit this disgusting bog within a handful of minutes. Her dark coat did nothing to hide her, and Lakota despised having no advantage even if she wasn't paranoid.
WE ONLY EXIST IN TERMS OF THIS CONFLICT In the zone where black and white clash
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