"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.
I foolishly guessed that my speed would at least match a woman twice my age. How silly of me. Her swift movements and technique were mastered long ago; whereas I was used to handling foes upon the ground, she seemed to embrace our birthright—caressing it like a mother did her child. This time it because startlingly obvious that I was the greenhorn student and she, my firm teacher. My lips merely brush across her fur, barely clasping skin as she pulls up and away with agility that leaves my mouth hanging open for a brief moment of total shock. Teeth slap together, frustrated I thrust hard to rise higher in the sky—starting to take on the talent of following graceful adult falcon, while trying to overcome the fact I was a fledgling.
Luckily I was a ‘learn by action’ sort of creature, and instead of frantically twisting my mug left and right to see where she was coming. I tried to use this little lapse to remember how she reacted a moment ago—her senses flawlessly separated my movements from the rustling sounds of wind and other distractions. She had known of my strike and its landing before I had even fully made the attempt. Keeping level I cooled my mind of worry that failure would be my threshold today, instead I turned ears toward where my Sultana had flown. If I couldn’t outfly her, then perhaps I could learn from the mistakes and catch her off guard.
Every hair along my body started standing straight up as I attempt to quickly and efficiently focus on her location. This of course is much easier said than done. Listening for another’s wing beats and then focusing hard enough to pinpoint (guess) their location wasn’t something someone could learn overnight. Of course as a Pegasus we had an inborn sense that seemed to help, an instinct persay of where other birds where in the sky—this kept us from flying into each other during a group take off or when we flew in a flock larger than two.
But it was harder to use this to any amount of advantage when my heart was pumping fast and panic was starting to settle in. I couldn’t see her up here, as I could on the ground. A ruffle of feathers, a change in the air flow and just like that there she was. Sliding into position above me, taking the stance I had tried to obtain and likely wouldn’t be able to avoid unless I did something rather fast. Because we are so close I can feel her now, sense her position in the sky. All of this came too late, I felt the harsh punch of her shoes across my shoulders, just above where wings conjoined with flesh. The sudden slap hurts and would later bruise; but I couldn’t dwell on that now.
Before her mouth can come in contact with my flesh; a brilliant idea comes on, an epiphany of sorts. Like a switch that doesn’t take questions I pull my feathered appendages up and back pedal hard; trying to halt my frame from movement with hopes that she would dart over and give us some space. Perhaps the sudden shift would come as a surprise; maybe her body would slow enough for an attack when she tried to glance back (if she tried to glance back). Igniting forward, I can’t help but wince as the pain from her last little beating sets my teeth on edge. My next few moments are spent trying follow her movements and gain altitude for an attempt to upset the air on the underside of her wings.