"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.
A vulgar screech, like nails on a chalk board, impregnated the air. The birds that had been nonchalantly perched among the many tree branches took to the skies while letting out cries of their own. The sound was dreadful but the source of the disturbance was not clear. Not until the grulla harlot stepped into the glade however. Sybil’s jaws were parted wide and from her gullet came the vilest rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star that had ever been produced. Sybil’s movements were dramatic as she seemed to saunter and dance at the same time, making for quite a spectacle I’m sure. The ugly femme tossed her skull in every direction as she belted the lyrics passionately; rising up on her posterior limbs she reached for ghosts begging them to tango with her. Transporting her pistons back to the soil Sybil swapped her front legs with her back as she kicked at the canopy haphazardly. Sybil was in her own little world as usual. A world where she is Lady Gaga and everyone else is her biggest fan, where she is Jesus and all other life merely her disciples. You are lucky to hear her musical talents, and don’t you forget it.
After a few moments more of this wonderful performance something stirred within the forest and brought Sybil to an abrupt halt. Sybil’s dome was elevated as her horns swiveled about probing for the individual whom dared disturb her grand show. Cold cerulean slit pits glared at the foliage that flanked her with suspicion. A snort was expelled harshly from her nostrils as Sybil’s previously enquiring audits fell back against her crania out of displeasure. Well whatever it was had gone and had taken her groove mood with it. Relaxing her posture Sybil dropped her head to the level of her bodice and began to move through the shrubbery once more, slithering through the trunks of the sundry trees like a pestilential serpent. There was no destination on the agenda for this mare. Sybil had known nothing but the existence of a vagabond and as she slunk her way through the Threshold she anticipated nothing more than for it to be yet another place to rest her loony head for the night. She was bursting with low expectations.
As Sybil opened her maw to commence her stupendous song she was cut short when she stumbled upon a cluster of rabbits to her right, behind a thorn bush, quietly munching on a bed of clovers. A rascally grin mutilated Sybil’s lips revealing her mouth full of jagged and yellowed incisors as she pondered what shenanigans she could unleash. Gradually she rotated, sinking her head out of their line of vision, and went into stealth mode. Unobtrusively she made her way towards them, trying her best not to laugh, in an instant she was behind the bush and ready for the assault. With all her force Sybil pushed off from the terrain and launched herself over the barb infested shrub towards the hares who had, just seconds prior, been blissfully unaware of the tomfoolery that was about to unfold. Landing with a thud Sybil had her optics equal with theirs and in the blink of an eye she began to roar at them, spittle and chunks of last night’s dinner making a new home within their adorable fur. As was expected the diminutive critters darted and when they did Sybil seized the nearest one by the tail and pitched it into the air wickedly. When the inauspicious bunny finally made it back to earth and gathered his wits Sybil began to giggle which rapidly escalated into a cackle and the next thing Sybil knew she was laying in the grass convulsing violently with glee.
I believe I forgot to inform you that our dear Sybil here is indeed mad, as mad as one can get. Welcome to another day in the life of a lunatic.