"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.
The arid temperature, despite on coming winter was a great pleasure to the palomino stallion. No longer was he lost and wandering in foreign lands he was stowed away in. He was back home, feeling great yet with an underlying hint of anxiety. Phoenix hoped with a heavy heart that the horses here wouldn't think of him as the coward who ran away. The reality was, he would never do such a pathetic thing when it came to the protection of the herd. In the distance, a tiny speck of green stood out in the vast land of beige colored sand. Deciding to get a good run out of today before arriving back, led by Godiva, Phoenix slowly tilted towards the ground, landing with a thud.
Legs pumping faster, wings tucked in neatly to heaving flanks, the taut brute freely ran to an extent. The familiar scent of the Throat wafted to his nose, the smell of a lush oasis. A smile played upon his maw as he forced himself to get as close as possible, to meet one of his herd mates, or several if they wished. Phoenix was struggling to battle with prolonged anxiety and whimpering away when he faced new horses, but he didn't want to be like that anymore. The stallion wanted to halt being so confident and almost arrogant and then shying away like a leaf strewn away in the wind. Gradually diminuendo to a halt, the panting stallion let out a booming nicker.
He wished to find someone, and have some company. His resolution was to be more sociable, and interact with the herd that was almost like family to him.
High above, Gaucho soared with a few members of the Throat in tow. Only moments ago, they had learned that a real and true threat was upon their borders. Africa, their Oracle, spoke of a warning given to her by the Sun God himself. That story, combined with her interactions with a possessed creature within the Throat, made the decision to leave all too easy. Although it was a burden that Gaucho would forever have to carry - fleeing instead of fighting, the Sun God's words could not be ignored: ...it cannot be fought. Even a creature war such as Gaucho, knew when to loose a battle, to win the war.
As he flew towards the caves that Midas and He had just decided would serve as a haven, if only for a short time, he heard the nicker of the stallion below. He thought he recognized the brute....but from some time past, perhaps when Gaucho was merely a soldier, and not a Sultan. Not slowing, Gaucho returned the call with a booming neigh of his own.
"THROAT NOT SAFE" He bellowed. "Come now. Follow to caves."
Gaucho would not risk the safety of those who trailed behind him. If the stallion did not hear his words, perhaps he would be collected by Gaucho's spirits, or perhaps by Fina. If not, he might be lost to the darkness. Loose the battle, win the war. Sacrifice one, save the rest.
Beating his dark wings, Gaucho moved swiftly in the direction of the caves - which was an opening near Helovia's heart. He could only hope that the palomino stallion below had heard his words, and was wise enough to follow.
[Gaucho and Midas are mobilizing the herd to try and get them to the caves. Gaucho didn't stop - it's up to you if you decide to follow him, or stay here! :3]
On the ground, the aura of the normal day seemed to be strange. Pelt prickled, it started to become evident to Phoenix that something was wrong. The familiar buzz of muffled speaking was cut off. The Oasis seemed to sound vacant, with no life within it. The powerful beats of wings suddenly sounded over head, and the gruff voice of a male rang out, catching Phoenix's attention. What he told him confirmed the worst of the stallion's fears. Something was seriously off. Turning his body around in the different direction, a nagging thought bugged Phoenix. What if there were herd mates left behind in the Throat. But by the organized position these horses were flying in, he had a feeling that the others were safe.
Breaking into a spring, he leaped into the air, beating powerful wings harshly in order to catch up to the swift flying group. Craning his palomino head back once more to catch a glimpse of his home, he glided gracefully besides the brute (but not too close, for their wings would hit each other). Phoenix swore he recognized the man from somewhere, of course they were herd mates. "What's the trouble?" Vocals were worried, and he wondered if Godiva and Africa were protected with the rest of the Throat. Their pace continued briskly as they flew farther and farther away from the arid desert. Curiousity was burning, as the stallion seriously wanted to know what was the threat to the Throat.
They were heading in the familiar direction of the fabled Helovia's heart, a place where Phoenix had never been to. Well, there was always room for first times.
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