"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.
Choices were to be made delicately. Surely I had put my head and my heart in front of me when I had begun what felt like an eternity to my weary form (still moaning at the discomfort I had inflicted upon it). I was not meant to direct myself without help. I was no navigator! My appearance was enough to reveal that I had taken more than a stroll across the valley. I questioned if any passing equines saw the dazed language my body was instinctively posing as. I felt dazed, confused. The paths branched out endlessly, and the appearance of the entire landscape laid out in front of me made any hopeful decisions to choose the right path useless.
Rapidly, my neck rose and my body stiffened at the sound of hooves hitting the earth. Before my second year, self-consciousness had ravaged my love for my exterior based solely on the petite size of my ears. It took me some time to realize I could still hear as vividly as any other colt and filly, and I channeled what memory laid in store within my skull to recognize sounds in case peril lurked nearby. Whether it had graced me with effectiveness or not, I found myself waiting.
A blur of grey emerged from the darker shade of the trees casting their shadows, and highlights from the sun peered through nooks and crannies. Its movement involved a sense of speed overcoming the aesthetic animation. I could finally spot the full view of a slightly older equine standing in front of me - a mare, and a bird creature with her. I felt a twinge of guilt for not approaching another living, breathing organism and having to be the one found without even trying anymore. Nothing stirred in my instincts as danger! to the silent voice that was my conscience. Rather, I was fascinated by the bird serving as a companion; wings apparent, a darting gaze. Imagine having wings! The topic swiftly transitioned to another branch based upon feathers where I caught sight of a wing attached to the skin of the mare. To be honest, my herd surrounded itself with grounded equines. Never a winged one possibly capable of unfurling wings and gaining altitude in flight like a bird!
My ears tuned in: I listened intently to what could be a life-changing moment. Once upon a time, I was naturally cheesy with the lines in my mind where I fantasized a glorious adventure with old playmate. I still did. I finally could distinguish with names if I ever wanted to use the vocals I was blessed with.The mare was Africa and the bir- no, a Zephyr - was referred to as Silas.
"I'm Marco." I answered; my brown eyes gleamed brightly. The words, however small, had escaped my jaw in a better tone than I expected. Recently, I had fretted over a conversation-starter with the first stranger-horse I would meet. "Dragon's Throat", though? I had some odd uncertainty this journey would end vainly. In a throat of a "dragon."
My reply was hastily answered. My thoughts had to be canceled to heed words of reality from Africa. Her voice implied nothing with what I had originally expected, but I could sense there was an issue at hand. Did I need to decipher it further? I did not know why I even brought up more questions that I wanted to ask. I would stall! I felt my own bones chill of the thought of a plague roaming around when I had just got here. Dread closed around my enthusiasm when it made sense I would have to make movement again. I had some time to rejuvenate, but the childish part of me was openly vocal to let out a low groan.
I tried to straighten out my form to prove I could push through the ebbs and towards my strengths - to my true speed. "I-I think I can still gallop. I mean, I have enough energy! I may be a new arrival, but I can still follow!" I finally responded. I nearly scrambled the words, and with low annunciation due to how fast I sped through it. Urgency prodded at the core where all my energy inhabited it; during the slow recovery, too. I might as well gamble what I could spare in following Africa and Silas.
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