"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.
03-11-2013, 09:01 PM (This post was last modified: 03-13-2013, 02:39 AM by Ailith.)
No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come
The storm had really begun. Fear and faith and denial all consumed what she thought would feel like clear-cut glory. She had fought, she had lost, and yet she felt as if there was more to be said. Her heart no longer possessed the life it once had and she wished to understand as much, but alas, no answers came. Where had she gone wrong? Better yet, where was she to go now? She didn't feel as if she had lost much in the way of family during the invasion- Jackal hadn’t even known her by name. Perhaps it was the thrill of the fight or the sense of belonging, despite her actually belonging nowhere. Her heart beat, but she wasn't sure what for. She thought back on the day that the Grey had invaded… they were much more a family than the Foothills had ever been in her short time there. Did it make sense for her to feel at such a loss now that she’d come away from war without as much as a plaque to reward her for her efforts?
Instead she felt even more muddled than she had before the invasion. There was no purpose for her here; none at all. Or at least that she could see.
Her muscles quivered, still singing faintly from the Warlord’s merciless blows as she pushed once more into the dunes, clearly at ease in finding their dips and rises beneath her toes. She hadn’t waited along the borders as she would have done just days before, no; she was still far too familiar with the Foothills to treat them as a stranger, as if she’d never looked upon them with affection.
She turned a lavender gaze into the tree line as she slowed to allow the breeze to toy idly with a few stray frosted threads. Home- this had once been home… but for who? Surely not herself. At one time she had longed to call it such but did she still feel those tender emotions drifting low beneath the surface of her rigidity? She had been quite attached to the idea of finding comfort in the dunes and perhaps she could still make it so, though, she wondered what the Grey would make of her. She did not come to them a broken follower of Jackal begging pathetically at their Threshold for a kindness that she did not wish to have. Upon such a thought she reminded herself that they would be just as privileged to have her as she them.
However, there was still much to be discussed. She had heard Locket had given up in the final fight and for that she could not blame him. But she wondered how he had been able to give them everything that he had been fighting for. Had it been simple? Obviously she had not come prepared; instead she came on a whim more than anything that wavered about as much as the summer breeze.
Once again she peered out into the trees half expecting the growling of thunder followed by the soft pitter patter of rain upon the dry grasses when they came. She knew not who would find her here, trespassing upon lands that were once her own, but only that they would find her here all the same. Resting back onto her hips she closed her eyes and imagined what her life would have been like before she had been reduced to submitting to the enemy. For a short time she would imagine that she had never known the land before now- she was just as true to The Grey as any other.
Then she wondered just how long such a fairytale could last.
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