"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.
OOC| Didn't know if you had planned this to be before or after Dead Magic, so I just sort of avoided the topic.
Snow. Rain. God. The worst stuff. You tell me how I'm supposed to look good when it's raining out? How am I supposed to maintain my coat and keep myself looking polished when every time I turn around I've got more snow piling up on me. I don't have much going for me. I'm not smart, I'm not strong, I'm not witty. I'm pretty. That's it. And the winter ruins it every time. Not that I look bad. Heavens forbid I ever look bad. I just look..... less nice. What? You want to judge. You want to act like I shouldn't put so much work into my appearance? Tell me what would you do? If you're brain wasn't meant for musing and pondering, if your tongue wasn't sharp and slick, if your body didn't twist and kick the way a warriors would... what would you do? We all must make a living somehow. I've chosen my path.
Kahlua wandered peacefully through the land, exploring. Thor had welcomed her willingly into the World's Edge herd and now she was taking some time to get to know the world she lived in better. The field she tread across was strangely beautiful despite the ice. The frozen flowers stood up starkly in the cold winds and she couldn't help but think they looked like they were warriors standing at attention at her passing. Some day she would receive that type of acclaim. For now she was busy plotting her way to the top. She had chosen the path of a crafter. She knew nothing of the trade, but Thor had promised to introduce her to the glaziers of World's Edge and set her on the right path. She would work hard, kiss all the right asses and one day she would be up on top. Kahlua the glazier. She liked the sound of it.
Lost in though, Kahlua had noticed her happening upon a river. She placed one hoof on to the ice unwittingly and it slipped out from beneath her. Scrambling to maintain her footing, Kahlua quickly backed up from the edge of the frozen water and looked at it in almost a confused manner. As she stood there watching the frozen river the snow began to fall once again and she sighed. Turning to her left, she trotted down the river to keep warm. Suddenly, up ahead, she spotted a large stallion at the edge of the water. Carefully arching her neck and making her steps just slightly more dainty, Kahlua slowed to a walk and sauntered up the stallion. He was beautiful, a champagne color dotted with white and a black mane and tail to boot. Not to mention those horns. She had never seen anything like it. “Good afternoon, sir,” she cooed and she halted about three steps to his right. “I'm Kahlua, and you are simply striking. I'm so happy to see a handsome face among this blanket of never-ending white.” Flattery. She didn't know if he was useful to her yet, but until she did she would do everything she could to make sure he thought she was the best thing on this earth.
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