"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 Goddess of the Moon had decided that it was time for her son to have direction. Too long had he wandered far from the strong, judgmental stare of his father, and the white mare who had adopted him was weak and ineffectual. The boy needed strong, firm guidance. He needed to understand just how truly special and powerful he was. What lay inside his heart was a darkness so black, it could consume the world. If only he would use it, but the heart managed to get in the way.
That is why she had destroyed hers long ago. In the place of a beating organ was a chasm, deep and treacherous.
So, the process had to be slow. One could not ignore a heart so beautiful as his so easily. But with time, he would learn to be the great being he could be. Everything had to be secret. Even though she had plenty of evidence of her fiery brother taking his dead daughter under his wing, teaching her of her powers, she would be scrutinized more heavily. As for the God of Time? She never knew what he was up to, and she hated him for that.
"Mesec, follow," she murmured, stepping out of the darkness in which she had been teaching him, onto the rocky precipice of the gods, teetering over crashing waves that seemed miles below. If she had a heart, the vertigo would wrench it, but as it were... "You saw what you were able to control there, son. Only you have power over the night, the shadows, the places no one dark to look out of fear. You control the darkness, and this power should give you the confidence you seek. No mortal can take from you what is yours. You are just as much of my blood as theirs, hm?"
Both into the darkness and out of it again some time later, Mesec had followed his mother without hesitation. He knew full well that he would do what she asked - especially if it was something so easy as being with her, following where she bid him. They had been together in the darkness for so long - at first he had missed the heat of the day but that was quickly weaned out of him. There was comfort in darkness that was not present in the garish light of day.
The child stood beside his mother on that precipice and though her heart did not wrench at the height of the cliff they were standing on, his did. But it was not the vertigo that caused that twist - their return to the grounds of Helovia could only mean one thing. He suspected that their time together would be coming to an end and it felt bittersweet. This was what he had wanted ever since she had first left him with his father - to spend time with her, to be the focus of her attention and learn whatever she could teach him. But he had left during a turbulent time and though the darkness and the sickness did not frighten him, not anymore, there were friends that had been left behind, family that had uncertain fates.
His thoughts returned to the present as she spoke, encouraging him in her own way. She wanted him to be a creature of darkness, to command the elements that he was born of - though his heart was not so easily cast aside. He still hoped that he could have both, that he did not need to cut away everything that made him hurt or joyful in order to embrace this side of him.
Mesec wondered if his cousins were as conflicted as he was about everything. Still, she was his mother and he wanted her to be proud of him. One day. He was more her blood than most and she was more akin to him than any of the others who walked this land. “I’ll remember that. Thank you, mother.” He did feel more confident now, more complete, and he wondered how long this feeling would last now that he was back. With a small smile he reached out to touch her softly on the shoulder as a farewell. Not a long gesture, he knew how much she would not appreciate that, but he needed something even if she did not. There was nothing else to say - his breath would be wasted on asking for more time.
Then the shadows gathered around him so he might leave - not wanting to have to watch her depart from him yet again.
She watched him quietly, observing that he was a silent boy. Much to her surprise, she found that she appreciated that quality. Perhaps, she was growing attached? Hah! Hardly, but he was an intriguing child, and he was her first. Certainly those two, logical things explained the strange throb in her chest? A she paused, a stormy blackness that they had emerged from still churning behind her, she listened.
Her lilac pelt shone in the dark, and her silvery eyes were almost soft - just strange without a pupil. He thanked her, and she nodded. "If you need me, Mesec, I will be here - for you." The Goddess attempted a smile, but it was more of a grimace. She was who she was, but she was trying.
"Oh, one more thing." The mare approached him softly, the curve and delicacy of her form belying the beast inside. She reached under her wing and pulled from the feathers a trinket which she dangled from his dark horn. "A talisman of the dark," she said quietly. "Guard it well, for if you need me, I will come to your aid. You are not alone, Mesec."
The talisman will be added to your records! This will only work for Mesec. If you want to invoke the talisman, just make sure to tag "tamme" and the moon goddess so that I know where to look!
Mesec allowed the shadows to cling to them though he lingered further, her voice rooting him to the spot. That twisting feeling in his heart, in his gut made worse by her sentiment. He would treasure this, their closeness, and it was easy enough to believe her in this moment that she meant what she said. That she would be there for him seemed too good to be true. He might have questioned it if the next thing to happen did not take him totally by surprise: She smiled!
Or, well, she tried. On no one else would that grimace be even remotely considered a smile but Mesec knew what it was to be frowned at by his mother. This… this was something else. She was trying and she was trying for him - which was certainly good enough for the moonlight child.
Surprising him even further, she gave him a gift. A talisman so that he could contact her, thoroughly dismissing any doubts he might have had in her words just moments ago. He's so thankful for this, that he has been given this chance to call upon her and not just hope that she might hear his prayers whispered in the darkness and to the moon. A soft whicker served as his thanks now, shaking his head lightly so that the talisman jingled as it thumped against his horn, before repeating his favourite phrase with a confident smile. "I'm not alone." He would try to remember that, certainly.
Later, maybe, he would question this uncharacteristic sentiment - wonder if maybe she knew something was on the horizon, but for now the youth only saw a connection he had been wanting to forge. "I'll miss you, mother. Take care of yourself."
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[P] A worthy son.
