"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.
No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come
The heat of midday was starting to make her head a bit hazy and she started to relax under its relentless encouragement. Her eyes seemed to swell and narrow into mere slits as tender lids began to fall across her vision. She felt comfortable with him; she was so seemingly at ease with his company that she hardly noticed as she moved into his side to lean her muzzle into his broad neck. “If you do not mind…” Her words were quiet as if she had suddenly lost that glimmering part of herself that exuded confidence and greed. Was she not so similar to him? The soft greenery seemed to slip by them as they made their way through the forest and while the beauty of it was nearly enchanting she took no time to realize it. Instead she used his shoulder as guidance as she pressed into his shoulder.
She knew that she needed no one to care for her and she felt confident in her own abilities but this was different. She had no trouble trusting him, no trouble finding warmth within her cold heart. Had it been his acceptance that brought her so close to his soul? He was surely no broken thing and certainly not lost. She enjoyed using his strength and ease of mind to relax her own thoughts. There was no more running to be had and she knew it. Whatever problems she stood to face now would be here in the Foothills, here by his side.
“I find much in you despite the lack of words shared. You have shown me much more in this time than many have been able to share in months. You are selfless and understanding, qualities that I had almost forgotten until today.” She pulled away from the groove between shoulder and nape to look at him now, pausing in their ascent as she did. “You wish to end war which would be something that is not easily accomplished but something that is not self-contained. Had you longed for great wealth and solid position I would have empathized, but you didn’t. You chose to sacrifice glory and fame for honor.”
Her eyes grew hard with the passing breeze and something in her seemed to light in the heat of the day. “But my judgments are my own and I hope you understand that.” She looked away briefly now contemplating a low hanging branch at her side as if it were a miraculous work of art. A bystander would have been confused by such a statement but her thoughts seemed to process it well enough. She was free to make judgments of her own and she felt that she didn’t need anyone telling her otherwise. When her eyes swung back around there was a faint reminder of the softened girl still resting inside their depths but it had appeared that she was once again lost to whatever selfish ambitions brewed within her beautiful skull.
She weakened in his presence, forgetting just how long she had relied on her own sense of self and while Argetlam had done nothing but remind her of her own brash verdicts, a pulsing agony to redeem herself came rushing to the forefront. He would be lucky to find understanding in her words but she felt as if they did not need justification and instead she pressed forward. “On a brighter note, I must know who leads the Hills. You’ve yet to mention a name.” Again a brilliant smile parted her charred lips. The boy would be lucky to get away without suffering from Ailith’s emotional whiplash, but there was no teaching an old dog new tricks, especially if they were as self-absorbed as the sandy colored mare before him.
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