"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.
As the season progressed and aged, the sun gradually started to gain effect on the world below. Snow still fell from time to time but between the spells of bad weather the periods of milder weather were growing increasingly frequent, with clear blue skies and golden rays of light that caressed frost-nipped skin with gentle warmth. Not yet springtime, the wildlife was growing inspired none the less and in the wake of darkness and death as illness departed from the lands both birds and beasts were growing more active. Birds chattered and chirped in trees and bushes, shrubs and thickets, winter-coated mammals made hasty expeditions to the surface in search of anything edible, and every now and then a wild chase took place as a fox or hawk made a pass on an unsuspecting victim.
The western shoreline was mostly deserted at this time of year. The harsh winter had left even these waters covered in ice, and while the layer of snow wasn't as thick the icy sands were still hard and slippery to traverse. The crash of waves against rock had become reduced to a mournful cluck of suppressed wrath against the beach where the ice cracked and crumbled, producing a sighing sound of crunching and griding, creaking and whining of ice against ice, snow against water and liquid on sand. The wind was cold as it blew in from the sea, carrying a scent of salt and changing weather.
A shadow stirred in the brightness of the day, a sinister omen lurking amongst the stacking blocks of drift ice. On cloven hooves it roamed the shoreline, surefooted despite the sometimes slippery underlay; the head was held low, nose close to the ground with lips scraping over the rough surface, cracked and numbed from cold and salt, nonsensitive yet persistent. He searched for something amongst the wreckage winter had deposited on the beach, using touch and taste and scent as substitute for a sight he had never possessed - and for each hour that passed without success the mood of the giant grew increasingly foul.
I drift along the sea, my belly illuminated by the refracting blue light of the waters below, the wind capturing mane and wake alike to spray them against the subtle robin’s egg tint of the sky. Broad and hungry for the breeze, my wings hold my bulk in the heavens, drifting and beating as I follow the line of the water devouring the land; Skýlos runs beneath me, her speed gaining with each daily run, the young muscles that cover her body developing along with her bones at such a rate that she generally wakes taller than when she had lain down.
The dog sleeps far more than I do; I have spent many hours guarding her while she dozes, her white tipped paws flailing at the air as if she chases some specter through her dreams. We are here this afternoon because she has finally roused herself enough to wish to play – and I have no such patience for her sharp teeth or raucous barking. This way, we both can enjoy the light sun of the winter afternoon and she will sleep again for another few hours before I can continue on with my searching for women that are apparently not in this land.
I feel a tug of heavy curiosity below me, a strange sensation that twists my emotional responses against my will and forces my eyes to whatever it is that Skýlos is now barking at. A dark silhouette stands on the beach, too many horns atop his head for me to bother counting them, and my dog is hauling at top speeds towards him, her ears lifted in good humor and pink tongue lolling out across her white and vicious little ivories in between her sharp and playful barks.
A sigh escapes me, a gentle push of my own emotional responses to the idiocy of puppies reaching out towards the joyously bounding pup below, and she comes to a sliding stop amidst a cloud of spraying sand and dust as I circle lower to the beach. Pulling my wings to my sides and angling my forelimbs towards the earth, I descend to the ground with all the grace I have been bred for, cloven hooves absorbing the already sand-dulled shock of the impact and long, lion’s tail wrapping about my frame for balance.
I’ve placed myself between my twit of a companion and the dark stranger, proud features rising to watch his wandering down the shore with disinterested light so long as he leaves myself and my dog be; after all, he is a male, and one without wings. He is not worthy of attempts at conversation so long as I can persuade the puppy to turn back down the opposite way of the beach.
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