"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.
A pang of hunger rumbled in his stomach. Déodat’s frown grew even more upon his features and he snorted as he made a mental note to do search for food when he arrived back at the entrance to the Basin. For now he would finish his patrol of the pass. Then the search for food would begin. Even thinking about it made his stomach growl again. As much as he would like to speed up his pace and get back to the Basin as fast as possible, he knew better than that. There would be nothing efficient of a rushed patrol, so, he walked and used every one of his senses as he moved. Nothing would escape from his notice, at least that’s what he assumed. For the moment it seemed as though there wasn’t anything threatening his herd, so he made the choice to finally head back and satisfy some of his hunger.
How long he had been out and about, he wasn’t sure. All that he did know within that moment was the sweet taste of grass on his tongue. It had taken some digging, but his venture had ended up successful in the end. The hunger subsided and he drank his fill not too long ago. Now was time to relax before he would go off and find yet another task to do. That was perhaps how he kept his mind from wandering to dark places that should remain locked. Memories of home and the General were things he had no desire to bring up. Since his return to Helovia, life had been decent, with the exception of the evil being summoned. It seemed as though this mystical land could never go without being draped in some form of shadow. The endless night might see like a mercy in comparison to what was being birthed in the south.
A sigh passed from his lips and he shook his head. Life never seemed to be easy for the Blood Prince. There was always some kind of twist that triggered drastic change and tossed any and all hope for even a blip of normalcy to occur in his life. There was the tiniest sliver of him that craved something more from his life than just war and bloodshed. All of his family seemed to be gone, he hadn’t even seen his cousin since returning to Helovia. Knowledge of what the Edge had done to his cousin’s children still made his stomach churn with rage. At least they were safe and back home. What had befallen the children’s father, remained unknown and he planned at a later date to seek out his cousin. For now, he would simply find a place to rest for a brief while before thrusting himself back into work.
For a split second he contemplated going back to the cave that he had claimed, but decided against it as he wasn’t in the mood to make the trek. Plus their was something rather isolating about that place, and he found himself not quite in the mood for complete solitude. Yet, it was still early morning as he had woken up near dawn to begin his patrol around the Basin’s borders. Nonetheless, he remained and decided to busy himself by digging for more grass beneath the coat of snow.
@[Frost Fyre]
"Speech speech speech"
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
FROST FYRE But with what we have, I promise you that. We're marching on.
Gentle steps, weight pressed upon cloven hooves. Chilling breath escapes soft ebony lips, snow flakes catching upon dark lashes. Her pillars move with a godly grace, thin whip streaming behind her as snow trails behind her. Black tendrils of silk fall against her neck as she halts, small elken figure standing tall beside her. They gaze out upon their home valley, the girl trying to spy her Knight. A frown shimmers against coal kissers as her mind whirls, thinking of the ashen Knight she is oh-so fond of. Sighing out wisps of frosted breath, she sets her path down to the center of her snow covered residence.
The walk seems to take longer than it really was, her vessel rushing in front of her, excitement bubbling from the little calf. Her glittering emeralds travel swiftly across the snowy backdrop, no colors to dance upon the blank canvas. She stands still for just a moment, softly sculpted features expressionless. Finally there is a spark of color dancing several yards away, reds and blacks clashing together. The withers of this waltzing beast had been brushed by the spirits of snow, leaving a white dash to a dark cocoa banner. This familiar warrior flickers through the head of the girl as she finally finds a name after moments of grasping in the dark. Déodat. The word remains in her head, mind toying with the sounds of this stud's alias. She hesitates to call her to his attention, wondering if she should even bother wasting her time with the brute. She stands and watches him dig the snow up, mossy pools watching every movement of his. Her mind has slipped from her vessel, who walks towards him, nose outstretched. The little creature creeps forwards, tripping on a rock barely visible under layers of snow. Graceful as she is, her vessel is not even half as much. Falling face first into the cold, soft snow, the mythical animal lets out a wail.
Lobes fall back as her bonded struggles about, dark coat suddenly covered in clumps of snow. She quickly glances at Déodat before rushing forth to aid her wailing Half, muttering foul words beneath her breath as the creature nips at her leonine tail, which hovers beside her. The feeling of her hair being yanked makes her wince as she frowns at the little calf. "Stop it.." Their mental connection flickers as the vessel's ears fall back, silver moon's dimming. It appeared as though he wished to speak something, but all that came out were odd clicks and whirs from his end. Turning her head away from her ungraceful Half, she smiles at the bloody bay boy. "Sorry for this." Glancing at her guilty looking vessel, she offers in more apologetic melodies. "He's not as balanced and graceful as you would think." A soft giggle falls from her lips before she looks at Déodat, wondering if he was even caring about her presence.
"talk talk talk"
The solitude was shattered by another figure off in the distance. Indigo eyes flickered over to the familiar face. What was the filly’s name, Frost Fyre? Yes, that seemed right. The Blood Prince remembered her as the oversensitive filly. Curious that she would even bother stop and watch him after the previous offense he had somehow caused. For the time being, he ceased his digging and watched the mare right back. Then something else moved and his gaze immediately flashed toward it. Before he knew what had happened, the odd little deer creature tripped into the snow. From its mouth came a loud wail, and slowly the Blood Prince walked over to it just as the filly did and examined it.
“Being a bit dramatic aren’t we?” He said to the deer, not sure whether it would understand him or not. When the spotted filly came over, he caught the way the deer nipped at her tail, and the Blood Prince shook his head “Now there’s no need to be a brat.” Was he so desperate for company that he would stoop as low as to conversing to a creature that wouldn’t even understand him? Then the filly spoke and his eyes drifted up to her. “It’s fine. Perhaps in time he will grow and get better control of those legs of his.” There was gentle intent, but that hardness that was set in his voice just wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried.
He fell silent and his gaze shifted back up to the filly and studied her face intensely, and his gaze only briefly went over the rest of her body. Déodat never had put much focus on the bodies of mares and prided himself on the fact he was no playboy. Let other stallions toy with the hearts of mares, he believed life for him would be one without the affection of a mare, and that never had bothered him much. Friendship was more than enough for him.
For a brief moment the Blood Prince considered asking why she had left without a reason, and even caused his dear friend to be quite upset. Then he remembered his own words, this filly was still young and could very well once again get offended, and not that it bothered him all that much he was just quite in the mood or conversation. “Your name is… Frost Fyre correct?” He asked, “And your bonded is… Altistair… No, Altair?” Despite how little he had cared for the filly, he was still rather pleased with his ability to remember both of the creature’s names. Especially after their first encounter being rather negative at least on the filly’s part, Déodat had grown to feel completely indifferent toward the girl. “What brings you up and about so early in the morning?” Even when he tried to sound cordial he sounded grumpy. That might be something worth working on.
"Speech speech speech"
Is that an angel which flew down from the twilight sky?
Is that a fiend which crawled out from a crevice?.
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