"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.
03-21-2013, 06:57 PM (This post was last modified: 03-23-2013, 04:46 PM by Africa.)
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i'm a spacebound rocket ship; and your heart's the moon
Naturally, though still lacking any real form of experience, Africa would have assumed that choosing a central spot in the thickly wooded forest’s split would have fetched her greater response and attention from the many travellers therein. Perhaps she was foolish for parading herself in such barefaced fashion, but she gave her actions little forethought, and certainly had forgotten the grave teachings of her mother; survival and other trivial matters that a child has little if any reasoning to understand.
Many horses moved around her as the minutes, and then the hours fluttered by- a sea of brilliant and befuddling diversity churned around her, and Africa’s (perhaps exorbitant) morale, began to fracture. The young impatient horse fidgeted where she had taken position on a small hillock about midway between the surrounding forest fringes. She could see quite well about her, and watched with dismay as a multitude of horses (predominantly mares like herself she noted loosely) found their way into the clearing with her, only to surrender to the wild fairy tale promise of kings and princesses; queens and knights. Africa had come from a simpleton life; peasant maybe- such where stallions collected a harem of mares... and that was life. She knew nothing of this but the whispering romance of her mother’s aging voice, as she lulled her daughter into slumber; famous legends of grandiose kingdoms; and in particular it had always been the thrill of treason and blood thirst that captured her imagination.
A soft warm breeze tousled the thick pad of forelock draped limply across the sloping white bridge of her nose. Velvety smooth nostrils, and long sensitive whiskers quivered with unrelenting excitement and Africa was overwhelmed by the barrage of strange scent offered. It was a pleasant enough day, and the sun had neared its climax; high and hot, and the grey horse ruffled the interlocking sheen of feathers which dressed her wings. The soothing rays saturated the shadowy grey skin beneath and the full expanse of her hide prickled with pleasure.
A soft sound sought her attention suddenly (perhaps she had been basking in solitude long enough not to expect it), peeling confidently through the crowding hum of other conversations. Africa turned to find its owner progressing quickly at her rear. She did not hide her astonishment as their faces met (her eyes were swift to locate the strange creature sitting comfortably atop the pinnacle of his sloping shoulder), and momentarily she was dumbfounded. The young horse undoubtedly would develop her social skills as she matured and adapted into life, but having come from a rather sheltered upbringing she, for the time being was primitive- a clean, undeveloped slate.
The moments passed too quickly as Africa scrambled to find her thoughts, and finally she replied, “Hello”, lightly; struck with awkwardness and sudden fear. She smiled outwardly, offering the stallion the only grace and coolness she could muster. “As does your companion...” She exclaimed, realising that she could not focus on anything other.
“Forgive me.” Africa asked politely, after stealing the spare seconds between exchanges to gather herself properly, and she smiled humbly-“I have not seen one before.”