"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 mists are alive. They push and pull and swirl and spin and thicken and thin and move. They are everywhere, and they are nowhere, and somehow, they are encasing the World's Edge in death. They condense and grow, sprouting legs and arms and eyes and mouths, and suddenly beneath the dome of darkness, a million little creatures begin to run. Their eyes glow red and their mouths glisten with congealing blood, and they are devouring everything in sight. The skies dim as the mists conceal everything; the world dims as it disappears behind mounds of hungry monsters. Slowly, but surely, the Edge is lost to angry demon-children.
THIS BOARD WILL CLOSE on January 31st.
All threads should either finish using this plot or you can request for them to be moved here!
Welcome to Helovia's Darkest Hour.
*Make sure to stop making new threads and pay attention. Consequences will not be good!
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It came. The bite he had taken days before still hurt from Kahlua, or well, what Kahlua had become. He was amazed that he had not become like her as he played the events over in his mind. The pine cone.... Did it have anything to do with why he had not changed? He could only hope so. That would mean he could help the others! In his mind Alanna chimed in Come be safe soon? He sighed. Part of him yes longed to go and be with the rest of the herd in the caves, to hide from this darkness. But the other half of him ached to find those who had not found safety yet.... Among them was Kimber, the one who held his heart even though she did not know it..... Smoke, Kimber's dam and the one of the few mares he looked up to, and even his sisters Azale and Takara had not made it yet. Yes Alanna, soon. How is Sakura? His creamello younger sister had gone with the herd, and he had sent Alanna with them. Misses you, misses other sisters. Trying to be big girl, but scared. Wants you here. The hellhounds thoughs cut the young stud to the bone. Sakura.... she had to grow up to fast... Exactly what he had not wanted for the girls. They were just like him... Grow before they should be.
That was when he began to notice it. The mists swirled and moved, but something wasn't right. As he looked closer the red eyes began to appear. He knew what this meant. The Edge was now lost, and it was time for him to seek shelter. In his mind Alanna whinned with worry. He shoved that aside and started to run. After all, he make have that pine cone, but he did not want to get biten over and over by these new creatures. There was nothing more he could do now.
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Aaron at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
What had he been doing all this time? Something was clearly wrong in the herd, no the world, but he was completely out of the loop. It felt like his head had been wrapped in fog, his senses dulled and cut off from the world around. The body ached, the nose was dripping and even the smallest of sounds cut through the head like razors. It seemed not even the miraculous powers that healed his wounds could stave off a cold - that, or it was something so serious it would have killed any other horse lacking his kind of protection.
Overall it had been a miserable first season as a leader. Not only had his 'coronation' been disrupted by complaints and accusations, he had been left on the throne to make do without Mirage and then succumbed to this sniveling hell only days after. Was it a sign from the gods that he was way in over his head?
"Gods have better things to do" Fajira commented dryly from her perch above his head and looked up from her meal, the ivory tail curving lazily where it hung down from the branch. "Why would they stick noses into..." She suddenly interrupted herself and snapped the head to the side, a ripple of rising and falling scales running down her spine that was visible even to the bleary-eyed stallion. Lace frowned and turned to follow her gaze, and felt a similar sensation crawl across his own skin as he noticed a change in the surroundings. The mists seemed to come alive, at once turned into a seething torrent of nightmarish ghouls.
"What the..." Lace croaked with eyes widening in primal fear, hairs standing on edge all over his body as instinct and reason struggled over dominion within his mind... "Run!" the dragon cut in and launched off her branch, and as if slapped into motion the grulla began to move, throwing his body into a rapid lope. Weaving through the trees he followed the pale figure of his dragon with mind numbing with horror, catching glimpses in the periphery of his vision how animals, plants, everything was devoured by the darkness. Heading as fast as he could towards the opening in the wall, a thought went to the rest of the herd; a sense of nausea came over him as Lace thought about what he was doing. Running, fleeing, abandoning the people and the land he had promised to protect... He should stay, should stop and turn and try to fight this menace! But how did you fight mist? How did you stave off blood-thirsty darkness when every fiber of the soul could tell that he would die if he stopped now?
So he swallowed the bitter loathing over his own cowardice and ran, leaving behind the only place he had to call home. And as he spotted Aaron running ahead of him the stallion made to follow him, hoping beyond hope that perhaps others too would manage to escape and find a safe place. He was powerless, and there was nothing more he could do.