"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.
delsolea the static on your arm - it is the catalyst
After meeting a few others in her journey across Helovia, learning the features and boundaries of where she could go, what was safe – and where to avoid. She had seen some of the vast desert-like regions from when she had been flying and so she avoided taking flight. The forest was not safe for landing and there were some places that looked different, far too much for her peace of mind. So she angled and glided down from the sky to land delicately on the sand, a distance from where the sapphire blue water crashed hard down on the shoreline.
Delsolea had always had a thing for the ocean, and beaches. They always drew her in, somehow. The sound, the scent, the look. The feeling she got when she stood in the waves, riding them and leaping around. The feeling of water crashing on her, it was always a feeling she loved.
Even now as she simply came to the edge of the water where the waves crashed and just stood there, with her wings open to let the breeze filter through the feathers. She had found a home in the Edge, Aurelia was true and kind, the first in a long time for her.
With a deep inhalation of the ocean wind Delsolea tossed her head back and closed her eyes, letting the other senses take over as she let the wind wash over her. It was something she had not felt in a long time and it made her feel more alive, more than in a long time – and here she remained with eyes shut, wings partially open and head back, drinking in the wind.
It felt good to feel the sunlight again. After months spent underground, growing accustomed to the darkness and the dim glowing lights, Murdock could hardly bear to keep his eyes open in the brightness of daylight. He had finally emerged from the caves, finally convincing himself it was time to move on and leave the past behind. It seemed so simple, didn’t it? To just pretend nothing had happened and look to the future for better things. He used to find it easy. Now, however, a storm cloud filled his mind and the weight of its turmoil chained him to the shadows.
He had not been to the oceanside many times, and so for this reason he had chosen to venture there. He eagerly took to the skies, his wings now healed and his feathers regrown from his encounter with October. It had been so long since he had been able to fly, since he had been able to look at the world, so small and insignificant, from above. He couldn’t get over the way the wind whistled in his ears, spring warmth lifting him high above the treetops to the sky he called home. He had missed flying more than anything else, and though his muscles ached from disuse, he could hardly bring himself to land.
He touched down softly in the sand, dark hooves sinking deep into the golden grains on the edge of the sea. He had never been fond of water, but somehow the sound of the waves lapping gently at the shore eased his mind. The sky stretched on endlessly over the ocean to the edge of the world, curving away into oblivion, into darkness. He watched the clouds float lazily across the heavens overhead as he walked, letting his mind remain free of burdensome thoughts. It never did much good to think. Not when your problems were many and your head was in the clouds.
As the wind picked up and Murdock turned his attention to the white crests of the waves, he noticed he was not alone. A red mare stood at the edge of the water, her head back, cream hair playing lightly in the breeze. Her markings were strange, as if white paint had been placed on her forehead and allowed to spill across the bridge of her nose and flow down her cheeks. She was different, just like him, although the markings on his body could not be seen in the daylight. After months of spending dark days alone in the caves, Murdock decided he was finally ready to use his voice once more.
“Nice day,” he commented smoothly, mustering all the enthusiasm he could. He stepped carefully over the sand toward her, stopping a respectable distance away with a slight dip of his head. He had forgotten how to hold a conversation, how to introduce himself and make small talk. The things he used to be so good at had melted away into the back of his mind along with the colourful personality that he had worn so proudly. If only she hadn’t left, maybe he would have been able to maintain some shadow of his former exuberance.
delsolea the static on your arm - it is the catalyst
To stand on the beach and look over the world before her, with the shining caps of waves and the way that the water coiled around upon itself before crashing heavily upon its own body once more, rushing up the shoreline and on to the sand was something that she found calming. The sound of it, the smell of the salt, the tang in the air and the sight was wonderful as well. As much as she would not going swimming, she didn’t need to water down her wings. Waterlogging them was something she had experience once, and it had made her feel particularly unpleasant.
Now though, it seemed that another had come to the shoreline. Her serenity broken, the air around her shimmering in the atmosphere of the ocean as water sprayed up her forelimbs a little, her green eyes shifted around to see the pegasus who had come down the line and was standing closer to her. He was slightly taller than her, and his wings were lighter than hers yet his coat was dark. It looked striking, and he looked strong despite the way he talked. It seemed a little forced, but she understood that.
She wasn’t too different in that regard.
The red woman turned her head towards him a little more, attempting to keep a friendly look though it was still a little distant. She was friends with Aurelia, and Liit, but she was unsure of most others. It was a self-preservation thing.
“It is, quite,” she says in agreement, inclining her head. She then lets the silence hang between them, awkward and filling. Not wanting to let the moment go though, she tried her own attempt to create some kind of pleasantry… however feeble it might be.
“It is the only place I have found that makes me feel as relaxed as I can be... it is not something I have felt for a long time.” She admits, and then is silent, wondering if she had perhaps, said too much by now.
It had been a while since the opportunity to socialize had presented itself. When the wraiths had arrived at their shores and taken over their lands, Murdock had hidden with the majority of Helovia’s inhabitants beneath the earth in dark caves and corridors. It had been a miserable, lonely existence. He had been separated from his herd and his friends, and was forced to seek out the companionship of shadows while he waited for the turmoil overhead to settle. When finally the air cleared and the demons had slipped away once more, he had eagerly returned to the sunlight. However, months alone had sapped his confidence and left him feeling uncharacteristically shy and unsure of himself.
Conversation was not usually something that he had a hard time coming by, but this mare was the first he had exchanged words with in weeks. He wasn’t used to the sound of his own voice, strangely deeper and more heavily accented than he remembered. She, too, seemed to take note of the awkward silence that hung between them, begging to be disturbed by some song of the wind or crash of the waves. Murdock watched her wordlessly. Fortunately, she found something to say. He nodded thoughtfully in agreement, sweeping his gaze across the pale sand of the beach toward the dark waves. The ocean was not a place he visited often, though there was something calming about the rhythm of the water.
“I’m Murdock,” he offered with a dip of his head, searching for some other title to attach to his name though he found he had none. He was no longer part of The Grey, no longer General of the Foothills. The Foothills were no more. The ranks had dissolved and indeed, not even the herd lands stood anymore. His family had parted ways and the cliffs he called home had been replaced by falls and ponds. He belonged nowhere now. Perhaps she had no home, either. Perhaps together they could enjoy solitude and discuss their meaningless lives.
He could find no smile upon his own lips as he turned to face her once more. The happiness and passion for life that had once overflowed from his heart had been lost somewhere in the darkness, and he feared it would take some time to find it once more. His gaze was warm as it met hers, though. There was no reason to dwell on the misery within his soul, not when he had found company at last and the weather was so unusually beautiful. “What purpose does one such as yourself have here? Merely relaxation?” Small talk was the best he could come up with. He hoped she would forgive him for the dryness of his words; after all, it was better than commenting on the weather.