"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.
In the silence she traveled. It had to be about dead midnight now as the moon glittered above and the heat of the day seemed to rush away to a mild chill. In the distance lighting would strike, moments later the sound would come. A horrible crash in her glorified triangles. As the metalic, snake earings, caught the wind and gave a high pitched buzz in her thoughts. Brooke was highly aggitated.
Being pregnant made her thoughts worse. Quietly though she secretly made her climb to the Moon God. Or maybe it was a Goddess? She had yet to figure these things out. Being unsocial and only speaking with her lover Torasin, she had no knowledge of the outside world. Everyone could be escaping Helovia because of a horrible plague and she would never know unless Torasin came to her rescue. The gentle man brought the best in her out. No doubt.
As the cold breeze began to pick up her hair whipped to and forth harshly. Stinning her eyes as the strands would crash with the wet orbs. Her hide gathered goosebumps. Each step growing harder to break. Aching joints longing for a nice dip in hot water.
The large gal had nearly made it to the holds of all the Gods. Her eyes watching the next steps carefully. Watching the moon itself. Her shadow under her feet, bending like waves as she swung her hips from side to side with each lucious movement forth. Working her way up the volcanic rock her hooves grabbed tightly as she pushed harder. Muscles bulging. Nobody knew where she was headed.
Would Torasin worry? Would he find her dead if the Gods didn't like her? Shaking her head, with a forceful toss, her hair swung and she pushed aside those thoughts. What kind of place would this be if they went around killing innocent ones.
Innocent..? No Brooke was far from innocent. She was a liar. A treacherous snake in the grass. A hurtful closed mare that cared for no one but herself and Torasin. Even the children that grew in her stomach would be lied to. Or would she grow to bond with them like she did with Torasin? She'd had twins before. She abused them rather plainly. Never caring for them. Pushed them away. When Isilme went down, she expected they did too. She couldn't lie she did think of them every-now-and-then. Wondering why she regretted hating them.
Making it to the shrines was possibly the only thing that brought her from her thoughts. The mares lucious tail dragged far behind her as it tangled carefully, wrapping itself around her hind legs in the unforgiving wind. She looked beautiful but a beautiful face is nothing if you don't have a beautiful soul. "My dearest Moon God, oh won't you bless me with your presence?" she questioned carefully. Examining the moon, the shadows of the hard magma, each boulder. 'If they belong here, why are they hiding?'
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Pain [Moon God]
