"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.
Making his way through the blood red forest, Sacre was exploring the now dormant woodland in the midst of Frostfall, it was chilly, even the winds from the north prevailed through the branches, licking his thick fur and wrapping his tail around his legs as he stood with his back to it. He was wondering how the forest had gotten so red, whether it was something to do with the stone or the fauna that grew here. Maybe the Gods had decided it should be the colour of crimson and thus the forest had obeyed the command—blushing furiously. It was quiet and it gave Sacre time to his thoughts that flicked from topics like family to friends to the pain in his heart that was dull and constant.
It was true that most days Sacre was happy, genuinely happy, it wasn't a facade to trick the masses, why should he lie anyway? Yet, sometimes, when he thought about stuff—it all got to him. His mum, his sister, his father, his twin brother, yet what was really bothering him the most these days was anger and how to control it. It lead him to think about his father, his mind and the madness that infected it, so often Sacre wondered if there would come a day when he would be like d'Artagnan. If he let what annoyed him the most run away with him, if he let the small part of him that hated the world for the deaths of his dam and his sister, would he become a monster just like his father?
If this was true, did that mean that once upon a time, many nightmares ago, his father had been... like him? Carefree... Happy. For some reason the thought made him sad, regretfully sad, that he may never have gotten chance to meet a less haunted d'Artagnan. Instead, his father's image was marred by the sins against life he had committed under the influence of his prejudices.
Sighing, Sacre came to a halt next to a cluster of nude trees, shifting his precious cargo of foxes that were sat in the grove of his back, snoozing. At least sleep kept the two beloved creatures away from listening to the troubling thoughts in the fox-boy's mind.
In boredom and for something to do, he began to scratch his neck on an innocent tree, enjoying its rough texture against his fur.
On the day that you were born the angels got together,
and decided to create a dream come true
the ocean loved her and knew everything that made her.
and every time she’d walk to the shore,
she’d smile at the ocean
because the waves told her story.
The gales howl over the white tundra of the north, slipping through the sapphire tendrils of the mare’s hair and reaching through to nip at her skin, only to dash away and play back and forth between the snowflakes like a young child. Doe-eyes are alight with amusement when the ocean Mender watches her companion join in. Nimue rides the billows of wind like she would ride the waves of the sea, her sleek body rocking and gliding naturally across the frigid currents. Short squeals and high-pitched whistles from the young orca accompany winter’s mournful cry, the sheer pleasure in the Leviathan’s expression coaxing a giggle from her bonded’s lips.
Playfully tossing her dainty head into the air, Tiamat tempts the Leviathan with a game, bouncing into a half-rear before cloven hooves dig into the powdery snow, launching her sapphire body forward. With a long whistle of joy, Nimue is eager to take the bait. The wind is at their backs as the oceanic pair dances through the blizzard, haphazardly weaving their way through the crimson trees, and leaving a flurry of snow in their wake.
Had the ocean mare been paying proper attention, then she would have noticed the darkly colored stallion among the skeletal trees, and adjusted a suitable approach accordingly. However, as caught up as she is in this wonderful rush of elation, Tiamat is focused more on her beloved companion than the path in front of her. By the time she is able to distinguish the horned stranger from the tree he is resting against, it is far too late for her to do anything graceful.
“Wooah!” The Mender cries as she tucks in her haunches and digs her hooves into the snow, attempting to slow her momentum, but the force of her motion ultimately pushes her forward, sending her tumbling face-first into the soft snow. She’s sprawled out near the stallion’s hooves when she finally regains control of her body. “Oh my, I am so sorry! I didn’t hit you, did I?” Tiamat flusters with herself, blinking snowflakes from her lashes when she looks up. Were it possible, she would be blushing wildly from embarrassment. Inwardly chiding herself, Tiamat offers him a bashful smile. “Clumsy me—I suppose I should pay more attention to what’s ahead.”
She laughs at her own graceless antics, stretching out her legs to lift herself from the frozen ground. With muscles now stiff from the cold, she shivers once, then reaches to breathe a warm breath across Nimue’s anxious face, assuring her companion that her tumble had been nothing more than clumsiness. “I’m sorry again,” bright eyes shift back to the unfamiliar stallion, meeting his startlingly blue gaze with an apologetic grin. “My name is Tiamat, and this is Nimue,” the young whale presses against the mare’s flank, shy now that her worry is gone. Tiamat curls her lion tail comfortingly around her companion, while doe-eyes remain hopeful for the stallion’s forgiveness.
For a moment, Sacre thought he was hallucinating… Was that a dolphin? No, it can’t be, can it? Dolphins belonged in the ocean, right? He blinked several times, shaking his head, trying to dislodge the picture before him to confirm it as a weird dream. Yet, he seemed to remember, back in the Dragons Throat, was it Laedere? She also had a creature similar to this, sea creature who could live outside of the ocean. Even Inari and Ríona had noticed the strange creature and watched it, from the safety of the dip of the fox-boy’s back, come towards them. With it was a unicorn, a blue one, with parts of the ocean in her hair and she didn’t appear to have noticed them. Sacre, now completely baffled, removed himself from the tree he had been scratching himself on and walked cautiously forwards towards the oceanic duo. His lips parted, sucking in the cold air, even now he wasn’t sure what to say “uhm he-” alarmed, his greeting cut short, the mare came tumbling forwards. Instinctively, Sacre reached down with his head as if he could catch her, but it was too late, as she sprawled on the floor and the fox-boy had to stifle a laugh. With his head still lower, he cocked it to one side, an amused half smile filling his face “are you okay?” he asked.
“You missed me” he finally laughed, winking at her as he raised his head whilst two overly curious foxy gazes leaned out from his back, peering at what was happening in front of them. As she begins to stand again, Sacre stepped back to give her some room and look at her properly for the first time. He hadn’t seen her before, or if he had, he had completely forgotten. Which he thought unlikely, given that she was practically blue in appearance and it stretched all the way down her leonine tail, only her horn was starkly ivory in colour. She apologised again and Sacre shook his head, smiling as he did, “it’s okay, I hope you didn’t hurt yourself” as he brushed off her apology he looked, but couldn’t see any obvious signs of injury.
They were introduced as Tiamat and Nimue. Sacre, watching the dolphin hug her side, had a memory jog whilst seeing it up close. Ardere the companion of Laedere, whom he had not seen in many seasons. Yet, the two companions were similar, back then, Laedere had called him a gift from the Earth God, perhaps like his father’s hellhound and his own kitsune, they were similar in magical nature. He dipped his head in greeting as his two foxes dropped down from his back and into the snow, creeping towards the girl in curiosity.
"Ah, I'm Sacre and this is Inari" he nodded to the red fox "and Ríona" finally, nodding to the dusty coloured kitsune. He paused a moment, wondering where the pair came from, their scent was faintly familiar. "Are you from somewhere near here?" he asked, trying to put a hoof on the scent he recognised, before he continued "your companion is beautiful, I have only ever seen one other like her" he gazed at the whale whilst Inari and Ríona crept ever closer, eyeing the two with sharp beady eyes.
On the day that you were born the angels got together,
and decided to create a dream come true