"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.
Rain littered the open earth from dark Orangemoon skies, the moon disappearing and reappearing between black and grey clouds. The cool water dripped down my long antlers, beading into eachother and following the ridges of bone down like a slide until they dewed up in my now glossy, cleaned out forelock. From there, they slipped down my long snout, following the strange pattern of white hairs until they collected and dripped off of my dark lips. Something had happened in the Marshes, and what it had been, I'm not sure, but Seele had hit the nail right on the fucking head when she told us that it was no longer safe. Dark lips tugged up, a giggle slipping from my throat and slapping the wet earth with a dull thud "How right you were." my left ear twitches while I speak, sending a dew droplet of water sailing through the air.
Makeshift shadows and unlikely occurrences had been happening, though I had not had time to see anything myself, I had gathered enough information to imagine the contorted and battered bodies of the swamps crawling from the depths of their water caskets to feed upon the living. Real life zombies who's eyes had either rotted or been eaten out of their skulls, leaving loose flesh to sag along the frame of their expired bodies. A chill ran it's imaginary finger up the length of my spine, causing my entire body to shutter under the cold.
From behind me I could hear the high river washing away at the sidewalls of the banks, chewing away at the mixture of bedrock and compact dirt. I stand not far from the fork in the river, where the long fingers slow out and narrow somewhere further into the Meadow as streams rather than mad river water. Antlered skull pulls over my right shoulder, staring with violet eyes into the darkness that pulls over the vast field. Green shoots of healthy grass tickles at my knees, swaying every great once in a while with the soft kiss of a breeze, just enough to play with loose hairs in my silky mane and tail.
I have been able to scratch the layer of mud off of my body by rubbing along the massive amount of trees in our new home.. in the Deep Forest. The swamps did rather disgust me, the amount of hungry flies and curious dead eyes making it even worse, but the forest seems to stretch on, and we do not know it as we had known the marsh. What if something similar is happening in the Forest and we just have not stumbled upon it yet? My bottom lip quivers at the rapidly building concern for my family.
Purple pools follow the direction of my cranium as I pull my face back forward and into my chest, ears both twitching before pulling backward so the rain could not dabble the fine hairs inside. A soft sigh is expelled from my chest, the air not yet cold enough to present a cloud of hot steam. Creamy white tail flicks once to the left, wrapping around my ankle in the end, unraveling with another snap to the right before it falls back down to brush the clean vegetation.
Tagged: Open, raid it!
"Speak." Walk walk
AgronA
i swear there's no more silver lining
cause i'm all out of breath
Autumnal gusts steadily hug thistle heads as the moon blinks between misting clouds. The world willfully grows colder as Orangemoon begins to pulse. Treetops sit like an eternal flame, taking the misty weather without a sizzling complaint. It's quietly serene. With distance like the moon of autumn to Earth, Feuille moves again, finding the fire-rise woodlands to contain her in their dusky grasp. She finds that the Thistle Meadow isn't much more appealing, as the soggy footing claims the cleanliness of her socks and mud seeps into her thickening coat and squelches as her lithe gait continues. But yet again solitude claims her while darkness encases Helovia.
Feuille finds her golden rings clinking in her ears as the wind catches in their loops and her tail follows from between her legs. Her mane dances with the moonlit grasses. She hums, with her delicate soprano as words of no meaning float from sugar-white lips. Orange eyes linger out into the darkness, glazing over as her pupils widen to catch silver light on the grass tips. Perhaps it is better that she let her legs take her. Perhaps it's all she knows to do.
She adapts to the beads of water on her eyelashes, finding aquatic solace in their cool grip. She breathes in the night's humidity, feeling the heaviness of raindrops in her chest. Feuille moves more and more slowly, finding the dense forest lost in burning thoughts.
Orange eyes, wet with dewy rain watch out ahead and she quietly moves. But one glassy flick reveals the glow of silvery strands and the dim outline of dripping horns. The lithe mare halts, tail lifting in the twilight breeze, ears pricking upwards – earrings softly clattering in the night. She inhales by instinct, smelling the faint tastes of ancient unicorn coated by heavy rainwater. Feuille approaches, the withered grass soggily sounding beneath her feet. She features a soft wicker, voice somehow carrying through the patter of rainfall. She aims to step into the mare's sight from behind, tossing her wet forelock all the while, a smile brightening her moonlit face.
Thistles tug at her coat, and her mind is clogged with a constant roll of thoughts and doubts. With a swift glance, she takes in the landscape, which is slowly being drowned by a slight rain fall. The rain falls on her back, and runs down the sides of her barrel. Her locks start to become soaked, droplets from her forelock annoyingly fall into her blue rimmed, brown swamps. With an agitated sigh, she quickly flicks her head to the side, letting her lengthy forelock slip behind her right ear. Satisfied, she walks on, a smug smile playing on her lips. Abishia likes the rain, how it falls and renews the land, washing away sins, old soil, and memories. The stream to her right is raging with the constant rain fall, slowly swelling and creepy up onto the rocks that are on the narrow shore. Walking over a slight rise, she spots a being with antlers and another hornless like herself. Deciding to approach them, she starts to jog. Her long pillars working to move her lean bodice throughout the many tall weeds, dying thistles, and wilting grasses. Within a few moments, she is about five horse lengths away when she calls out.
" Greetings! I am Abishia! You are?"
Her voice is soft, like down feathers. It calls out to the two as she stands at a respectful distance. Her swaps are bright with happiness, and a kind, sincere smile plays on her kissers. She protrays a kind, innocent girl, but no one knows the girl that lies inside.