"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 saw the mirror starin’ back at me.
And it told me I’m a self machine
------" Tares "------
Exhaustion wraps itself around me like a warm and heavy blanket, leaving me at rest as I hide in a rocky crag in the north of the Dragon's Throat on a night lacking stars. I stand only lazily- my tail and one of my forehooves are draped over rocks, and my knees are all partially bent as I decline slowly towards the ground. There is a soft thud and a falling of a pebble into a ravine as my form lands roughly against stone, but I don't feel it as any sort of pain. The night is humid, and the breezes, which are few and far between, bring only slight relief from the heat. It is the shadow that offers me the most comfort- the shadow that hides me from the pale moonlight.
A leg that has strayed from the line of darkness catches the moon's gleam, and the scars that line it seem to glow in comparison to the night's depth of black. I pull it back and rest my head against it- I long for the company of at the very least Arbutus. I know now that I need company more than the steady burble of the river below and the uneven sounds of the night. But it is worse to know what you have lived without- I wish I had never learned.
My thin black mane falls across my vision in sheets, and so it is my ears that pick up on Arbutus' approach. Flaming, he flies up from the ravine, with the pebble I had nudged grasped firmly in his claws. I snort in acknowledgement and clear away some of the hair that obstructs my view so that I can watch his antics. As forlorn as I am, he never ceases to make me smile.
I forget the troubles of the world and my life as he scratches and bites at the pebble, trying to break it open and find a prize. It slips away and lands at my hoof, but when I nudge it towards him he returns it within seconds. The glow of his fiery form reflects off of my features and brings a pale light to rest between us. At night and in the sky he is my guide, with shining black eyes that reflect his own flames an enthusiasm. I kick the pebble again and it is once more returned.
As amusing as the game is, I can't help but think of my encounter with Aure several days prior. She was so unexpectedly wise, especially for one who had forgotten all that she had ever learned. I wonder if that sort of kindness is inherent and cannot be lost even with one's memory. I long for something as concrete as that- a rock in my life, someone or thing to lean on.
But if Aure could have been that, I flew away from her and left her behind. I doubt I've begun a strong foundation there. Arbutus, still fascinated by the pebble, tosses it up with his beak and catches it. His lights dance across the stone walls and of the ravine, and I view his childlike innocence with envy. Why had I never reclaimed that joy? What had ever stopped me but myself?