"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.
Throughout my life I have felt betrayal and arrogance. I have been at the top, I have been to the bottom, but never once have I been a prisoner. Such title is a disgrace and I am sick of being told I am such. Kri's disgusting body is such an amount of sickening features that I feel the need to vomit. The whirling slosh of acid and blades of broken grass had been moving through my stomach with ease. Her voice was all the more intoxicating. Sultana was an awfully disgusting name, not even I would rise to such a title. What a shame she even holds any importance. It is almost as if the naked and feather brains did not know where they stood anymore. Pride and fierce attributes for such an usefulness being is a waste for life and energy. My god could have wasted his life giving talents on something so much better but it is in his nature to throw the superiors some challenge and toys.
So while she dodges my attack I plan curiously. Reminding myself of her sudden limp and small body compared to mine. I am a tank and I will use such this against her but truly I don't need reassurance of my size to win a fight with her. Kri expects respect from me, though she knows she will never receive such. She is a fool to allow me within the borders of her land. This sand is so useless and such a great way to force sweat to line with your body, or even knock you from your rightful place. Though she has no knowledge of my former glory I will not remind her, nor will I allow her to know I am familiar with sand and the awful sting it can create when friction is used against it. This a useful acknowledgement as I skid to a halt on the sands. Each tiny grain creating a sting upon the frog of my hooves. An irritating feeling non the less, like hot coals or like walking upon the familiar heat of Helovia's Heart.
Kri's anger though blocks what should truly be seen, even behind my blinding hatred and oblivion to anything besides my distastes for anything that does not bare a horn I am capable of watching everything. Like a hawk. My gaze turns to meet her oncoming body but the fire beneath her own hooves was just as mine, passing on my left side I watch the hues of chocolate and cream come to combine with my shoulder. Before I could react the feeling of her hot body on mine became a whole new ounce of disgust. What a way to bring back lovely memories. Her blood would fall just as theirs. Her anger was nothing compared to my new found hatred. The incline of pressure increasing as I move backwards in submission to the body of a small bird.
My deltoid muscle began to grow a discomfort, bruising will surely evolve in time, but the pressure is still on coming. Friction beneath my hooves again as I slid along with her impact. Supraspinate began to contract with aches as it pressed further against my sternum. This could be felt to the first of my ribs as it moved along with the force. It did not fracture nor break but it was a perfectly fair amount of pain. Teeth of brown and white clamped together as I grimace. Silver eyes noticing her slinging jaws of teeth. I moved my horn to degree with her cranium and hoped atleast she would become familiar with the tip and withdrawal from her motion forward because my face is a sensitive area. Chocolate muzzle does not go unnoticed though and I saunter backwards more in dismount of any further attack. Regaining my thoughts, beginning to plan a further attack.
Slowed now by my reoccurring past, as it continues to flash in images taking place of Kri and her desert. Hills of ash and fire along with fallen bodies of blood and loved warriors. His face I could see, on the ground, murdered by a pegasus. Fallen weak with weary aging bones and old wounds. Still he was my friend, a true one. My hatred began to pour as I became blinded by anger just as she. I envisioned her as the useless white and black spotted mongrel. Straining my gastrocnemius to leap forward, front hooves placed feet from the ground. Neck arched prepared tightly for impact of my horn to cut through her esophagus, I hope. Every ounce of my body coming for her. Hooves to land at any moment and prepared to move to either side to further my exact degree on my hit. This Sultana will fall.
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SUBMISSION. [CHALLENGE -- Elizabeth]
