"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.
Loath to admit it as she was, Orithia was glad that her patrol assignment was in the Heart Caves. Uumalah had only ever experienced Frostfall in the lightest sense and the desert lass had yet to acclimate to the plummeting temperatures. Stamping her hooves and shaking the frost from her mane, the ivory mare allowed herself a moment to revel in the warmth that filled the caves. Pastel eyes sliding over the darkened corners and dancing shadows cast by various fires, Orithia wondered at what sort of beast had carved such a vast space. With a shake of her dished face, the mare abandoned her curiosity and started forward; she had no time for silly musings or wanton thoughts.
She was beginning to think that Helovia was turning her soft.
As she began her patrol at a light jog, the blushed lass pointedly ignored the other equines who had gathered within the confines of the cave; they were not her commanding officers and they were not her assigned partners and therefore, they meant nothing to her. Sliding into the rhythm of purpose, she found, was surprisingly easy. She had never been given a purpose before, never been given the opportunity to mold the raw emotion that flooded her into something more, something useful.
But she wouldn't lie to herself, she would never be able to fool herself into thinking that there was something at all worthwhile or loving hidden within. The pleasure houses had made sure to strip that sort of morality from her with a thorough ferocity. Maybe, though, just maybe, the blushed woman could hone herself into something more useful beneath the careful guidance of her Elephant King.
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind
Caenan walked a few steps behind Orithia. Unlike the mare's his eyes were constantly seeking those out that belonged to any that they passed. The pirate's smile stretched out easily to everyone that caught his eye. There were a few that he would have liked to stop and chat with but even as he opened his mouth to suggest taking a break and to converse with those near where they would patrol Orithia would already be a length or two away from them. So Caenan would nod in farewell to the strangers and would leave kind or flirtatious words before catching up.
His attitude towards the patrol changed once they happened upon the caves. Caenan did not like being where he could not glimpse the sky above. As he stepped into the cave's threshold the stallion grumbled and eyed the walls around him warily. He felt as though the walls would fall on him like hungry beasts at any moment. Longingly he turned to look back towards the cave's entrance.
Whenever Orithia moved into a jog Caenan jerked his attention back to what was in front of him and stared after her wide eyed. His breath caught in his throat as he numbly ordered his hooves to do the same. Adrenaline wildly pumped through his veins trying to dull his fear.
Once caught up Caenan brushed shoulder to shoulder with the mare colored like the pale seashells cast upon the shore. Touching another made him feel more comfortable and he glanced towards her face with an uneasy grin.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image