"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.
Red dust stirs around chipped hooves. It has a certain beauty in the way it moves over the parched landscape, free for a moment of its dismal restraints of being hard-packed earth. It yearns to achieve more in this desolate existence, to be more than a substance to trod upon and compact in the brittle soles of withering heels and flaking frogs. The wind is an effortless artist and the red dust her endless paint, so willing to move, yielding to the slightest of commands. What simplicity in this otherwise complex and tangled life.
It is annoying as fuck.
Everything in this wasteland becomes crimson over time. Everything.
The wind heralds not the fine tip of horse-hair instruments, but exhales like a labored stallion running a sex marathon; triumphant, but careless. The dust settles so small and fine that it's not noticed at first - the stallion's erection in the morning dawn.
By the time you recognize the stale aroma of dragon dander crusting around your nose you have a red sheen you didn't have the day before (or several) - the stallion has murmured sweet nothings and bought you dinner, but they're distractions and your tail is suddenly flung sideways.
Then, it's too late, and you're not black any more you're chestnut and every time you breathe it's like there's fire in your lungs from all the dust spinning around inside - the stallion's on top of you and you're too bloated from that delicious dinner to do a damn thing about it; the apples may have been drugged too.
Yes, that's exactly how Coris felt as he lifted his head to regard the great steel obelisk rising above him, like he was being fucked by a stallion.
The wind harried his mane and the sun glinted off his horn and part of the grumpy stallion knew he should be content enough to feel the sun pressing against his backside when he'd nearly submitted to an eternity of cold, but he felt abruptly oppressed by the shadow this monument threw off. It was only one segment of an incomplete work, but to a crafter that had only known leather his whole life and magic never, he felt awkwardly unprepared. How does one handle being fucked by a stallion? He wouldn't know. A shame he hadn't gotten more quality time with Ulrik then.
Because Ulrik knows his way around metals.
"Do I... do I say something?" Coris asked with a drawling sigh, his lips puttering as he trailed his question in a procrastinating exasperation. Upon his backside Venati said nothing, though his eyes whirled orange with his curiosity. "Do I touch it?" Coris queried once more, perplexed as evidence by the tilt of his head. When no response came Coris flicked and ear back and finally tossed his head over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the falcon. The movement tossed his mane towards the bird, whom gave an indignant cry and took to the skies while simultaneously flicking his tail and shitting a white stain on the grey horse.
Coris' beard twitched with unhappiness as his features crumbled into quiet wrath.
Coris had always been good at complaining, but at least he'd had good reason. Now he had his life saved and crafting magic thrust into his face, at a higher grade than what he should naturally have, by his ancestor's regards, and yet he found he was not any happier than before. In fact, he may even be marginally unhappier than before.
Resigning himself to his fate and the debts he owed this herd, Coris leaned forward and set his horn upon the fragment of the wall. He closed his eyes, concentrating deeply and muttering under his breath.