"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.
Swollen ankles carried the heavy duty body of the pregnant mare. Labor pains struck at her sides as she paced uncertainly across a patch of the meadow. Plowing down tall dried up grasses. The heat of the day finally giving way as the moon settled in above her. Darkness consuming her. The timing was off. She hadn't seen Torasin in a while and was beginning to wonder if he'd be able to accompany her during these painful moments. It seemed so, that he wouldn't be there just yet.
A sharp pain stabbed at her sides as she crashed to her knees. The unsoft, so hard and crunchy dirt, scraping at her swollen limbs. Her heavy neck landed to the ground with a thud as each strand of hair smacked at her. Mane covering her sky blue orbs. While praying to the Moon God that nothing would threaten her at such a vulnerable time. A distressing cry left her lungs as she whispered a name "Torasin...!"
With a hard sigh, she pushed. Pushed and pushed and pushed. The pain now becoming unbearable. Brooke grinded her teeth together. Clenching and moaning the mare cried out again. The call almost desperate. The smell of blood stained her nostrils. One child came. As she breathed in for a few moments before bending her neck back up. Rushing to clean at the first born. Labor pains still shocking at her sides. 'Another one?!' her eyes teared. Getting a good look at the precious colt that came first, a chestnut color with the painted colors that her and Torasin possessed.
Again her neck was thrown to the ground with the familiar knife like stab. 'Fuck.' she screamed at herself in the tendrals of her mind. Heaving sides pushed twice before another body lay upon the ground. She sighed with a loud hum. Taking a few moments to gather her strength. Before realizing the vulnerable state her and the two most beloved children in the world were at. Gripping front hooves hit the earth with a powerful thud as she lunged to her feet. Sky blue eyes gathering in the surroundings. Ears alert as her teeth dripped blood. The grinding caused her to tear at the inside of her lips.
Her head now turning to the laying foals. Cleaning them with her warm tounge. The second born was a dappled buckskin, with paint markings. Both the boys had soft white hair. Nothing close to her long locks but they would grow. Nudging at the chestnut she helped him to his feet. The other at the moment had seemed to be sickly. Coughing a few times, up white mucus. "This will not do..." she whispered quietly to herself.
As the chestnut wandered around to suckle he seemed strong at the feet so she worried none and proceeded to clean at the buckskin. Motioning him to get up. He worked at his feet for a bit before stumbling along next to his brother. A smile leaked across the snakey female. Her stress relieved. Tipping her tiara towards her twins she let gracious names drip from her tounge. "Nym." she gently said to the chestnut painted foal. "Abel." Brooke's voice dripping honey to the next.
Although Brooke was a sly mare she knew this family was pure and would stay forever in her heart. She held the two new ones as dear as she held Torasin. Oh how she hoped he would show up soon. Kiba would surely feel her distress or would happen to fly above the scene. Scoping out her surroundings once more she flicked her tail to cover the two. Long strands laying like a blanket on the rumps of two colts. Foals at work, suckling. High alert was the stance of our snakey gal.
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new additions [Torasin/Open - Birthing]
