"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.
give me your eyes for just one second,
give me your eyes so i can see
everything that i keep missing
It was about time that Rasta figured out these new surroundings. It wasn't a bunch of swamp and rivers around here. In fact, it was quite dry and barren - the polar opposite of where she used to leave. Just that simple thought dawned a creation for the nightmares to begin to linger around in her cranium and sleep was now something she wished to push off. To push far far off. Her hooves clipped against the ground in a continuous rhythm. Each step matching the last, evenly spaced with no more or less weight than the previous.
Why was it, now, that everything was seeming so mechanical and planned? Had she lot all of her spontaneity in the invasion and being trapped as a prisoner of war? Had she become so broken that all that was left of her soul was some shattered image only capable of keeping the formalities and the image she had once had? Could she even allow herself to break down and cry and take in all the horrible events that had happened? Had the wall she had built to protect herself after the shattering experience with Scathashoun been raised and fortified too high to allow herself the grace of taking it down?
Rasta's features held an old and worn look for someone who appeared to be so young. She held much past her years and she was uncertain she would really be able to continue moving on in her later years. She used to be able to shed tears of joy. She used to be able to shed tears of pain. Now she couldn't shed any. She knew her way around without much of a second thought - but she couldn't even navigate the sea of her own emotions anymore. It all flooded her brain at once when it dared to pass the flood-gates that were holding them at bay.
And so, here she was, floating forward until she felt something strange. A tall, looming wall against the edges of the border -or at least what she assumed was the border. Her entire frame stopped, haunches dropping as she raised her head up toward the sky. Bewilderment shoveled through her features as she let out a snort of uncertainty. "What the-" were the only words she could muster up as she attempted to take all this in.
That was when it hit. It hit her like a bull ramming it's entire weight into the one who had caused it anger and taunted it. All of the air was knocked from her lungs as shame flooded through her. If only she had thought of a way to fortify her lands! Then perhaps they would still be there! Perhaps Ramaskith would have been put to rest! Perhaps there would have still been an area of freedom! But no. She had failed. She had failed in her attempts at protecting the one thing she had sworn to protect. She had let her pregnant state get the best of her. And she had lost everything in her attempt of getting enough freedom to come back for her mate and child. She knew not of their state of existence now and it sickened her.
Everything that had happened was all her fault...
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