"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.
"What in the dark abyss is it that you want from me?"
The question seemed to spread from nowhere into the dark air, like a whisper from the great beyond. Little more than a whisper, it still managed to convey both uncertainty and a stubborn defiance that was followed by the shuffling of gravel beneath hooves as the little shadow stopped dead in her tracks. She gave her captor a poisonous glare that warned him against coming too close and shifted the wings that lay pressed against the sides, minimized yet still kept ready in case the stallion tried anything funny. It was tempting to simply take to the sky and fly back home straight away, but there was something about the dappled colt that made her senses prickle and itch, like it was better to keep a low profile.
Her father would have laughed, had he heard the thoughts of the little raven. 'I've told you over and over, Skuggi. Don't judge until you have all the facts straight. It's the only way to go.' Her mother would have smiled and nodded in agreement with the black stallion, like she always did, but in the depth of night she would have brushed her soft, pale muzzle across the back of Shadow and murmured her own thoughts. 'It's well and good to believe in facts, but don't forget to trust your instincts as well, litla hrafninn minn. It is the voice of your heart, and as long as you follow it you will always be safe. Always, lítil skuggi.
How she missed them now. The loss, the stabbing pain and emptiness within her heart had dulled since she came to Dragon's Throat. New faces, new friends and the warmth of the camaraderie she had been swept into had soothed the ache the death of her mother had caused, the one that had only been made worse as she parted ways with her father. They were always in her thoughts, but little by little they had been joined by other faces. By Kri, by Fawkes and Midas, and by Hector, the gentle giant who always smiled so softly whenever they met. She missed them already, even though it had only been a short while since the horned menace had appeared and shooed her away from the now so familiar herdland - and for what?
A tail as dark as the midnight sky snapped impatiently against ebony hocks. She had allowed herself to be herded thus far without complaint, because as much as she was appalled by the rude behavior of a complete stranger she had also been a bit curious as to what he wanted. But now... No more. She had no intention of going any further north, because somewhere in the back of her mind she was hoping that maybe, just maybe the unfamiliar scent of an outcast along with her own would alert someone to what had happened. Nostrils widened as the wishful image of Hector coming to take her back made her heart skip a beat, but nothing on her face betrayed the hope that burned brightly in her chest.
"Well?" she demanded, sounding impatient. "Unless you have something to say I'm going to fly back home. I don't have time for this nonsense."
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HP: 42
