"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.
One day we may see
A Woman king, sword in hand
Swing at some evil and bleed. </style>
It was early morning. Arya had slipped from the sights of her mother(as all Helovian seem to do at least once within their young lives). The world was too big and too wide and she had to see all of it. Staying beside her mother’s bosom would do her no good, so, venture off she did. The previous day she had attempted an escape, only to be caught by a giant stallion with a glass horn much like herself, except his was that of deep crimson. He claimed to be her father and at first the child assumed he would send her back to her mother, instead, he walked with her. While they walked he told stories, ones of a shieldmaiden named Dieudonnée and the great general Alphonse. Arya took far more to the stories of the mare and quickly grew tired of the ‘great general’s feats.
Today though, she only saw her father in passing. Arya had thought herself quite sneaky to slip past his sights, while in reality he had seen. The filly trotted with her head held high and chest puffed out with pride. She was rather pleased with herself and the whole world deserved to know of her feat. Escaping from her mother’s side was no easy feat(or so she told herself). Every now and then though, the child could spot that white dog that had followed her father the previous day. She paid it no mind though for her young self didn’t quite know the concept of a babysitter quite yet.
She toddled along in the crisp Orangemoon air. As the child neared the entrance to the Basin, she stared at the sentinels her mouth agape. Soon they were forgotten as the child remembered her quest. There was a world to see and it was simply waiting for her to come to it. So, the child trotted through the entrance of the Basin and down the mountain pass, not entirely sure how long it was before she found herself in a most strange place. Before her was a mass expanse of grass. The weather already had grown warmer than up in her cold northern home.
The child ran through the grass, giggling as she went. She tripped and fell over onto her side which simply elicited an excited scream. The white dog came running towards her after her head perked back up.
“Hi puppy,” she said through a mad fit of giggles. Carefully she nuzzled the pup with her nose and rose back up to her feet. “Tag you’re it!” She said running off from the hound. Of course, the dog knew not what the child said but she knew how to play chase so she charged after the filly yapping as she went.
08-05-2014, 03:39 PM (This post was last modified: 08-05-2014, 03:41 PM by Ayelet.)
AND I WANT TO BE FREE
WHEN MY HEART IS MADE OF GOLD
Stepping lightly, legs making quick work of the ground below her, hooves landing gently upon the softened earth. She was cautious, weary, conscious of the world around her. She knew that there were monsters lurking, beasts in her shadows. But she payed them no heed, instead working her way through a field, one that was quite barren during this day, leaves changing from vibrant greens to darker reds, browns and oranges flickering in the leaves as well. Grass was turning sour, yellowing as the heat washes away, bringing forth crisp air that made one's skin tingle.
A dark avian swoops above her head, perching upon her croup with silver eyes wide. Early morning dew still clung to her bodice, covering the length of her body from her morning trot outside of the broken wall of the Edge. Droplets slip from her barrel, body shimmering, reflecting the sun that peeks out above the horizon. Halting as soon as a shrill, horrifying laugh hits her ears. A screech from a child, a voice that makes her heart stop and her body shake. She recalls the voice of the little monster quite well, the way she would giggle whilst running around her legs, weaving in and out before the childe would trip over herself. The way she cried out as she was beaten, destroyed, leaving exposed flesh and tears cutting through the crimson stains. The memories haunt her, making her want to crumble now, but she pushes herself forward.
She spots the child, one with a little roaned body, under the white hairs there lays a coat of similar colouring to the little monster. Her body shakes violently, her heart pounding rapidly as she gazes at the child and her hound. Lior ruffles his feathers, staring down upon the mutt with displeasure. Taking a hesitant step back, she fears it is too late, that the child may have already noticed her glitter figure a few yards away. Taking a step forward, she tries to surpass the child, if there was breath to hold she would be squeezing it tightly, praying that this bomb waiting to go off would remain there and not blow her sky high. She did not want to be near such an unpredictable creature, one that could slay someone within moments or cling to them with big, dewy eyes that melt your heart to reveal your true self, where you become a vulnerable victim for them to prey upon. for. arya notes. credit. thanks to seth cohen. at caution.
08-20-2014, 04:01 PM (This post was last modified: 08-20-2014, 04:02 PM by Arya.)
One day we may see
A Woman king, sword in hand
Swing at some evil and bleed. </style>
Another came and drew Arya’s attention from her wild game of chase. Her mouth dropped into a wide gape at the sight of the stranger. The child stopped in her tracks and simply stared at the mare as she passed and the magnificent bird that flew with her. This creature was unlike anything she had seen within her icy home. In fact the mare resembled the ice that filled the Frozen Arch. With one glance over at her white hound she pranced over to the mare hoping to get a better look. As she moved she was oblivious to the terror racing through the stranger.
Caution with strangers perhaps needed to be a bit more drilled into the child’s mind. No one could possibly harm her in this brilliant world that was so new and filled with adventures and stories. Surely this strange sparkly creature had a story to tell how she was born. Maybe this kind of creature was normal and Arya was simply oblivious to the marvelous beings that roamed about the land. How anyone could simply be content in a single place she couldn’t tell. There were too many sights to see.
“Hi!” Arya called out loudly a wide grin written across her face. Odette toddled along a few feet behind her with both ears pricked forward. “I’m Arya! Who’re you? Do you live here? Why are you see through? Do you like the color green? Cause I only like it if it’s green like the grass. My favorite color is blue. What’s your favorite color?” On and on the child went spilling out questions loudly from her mouth. She was a curious thing and she simply wanted to know everything there was to know about this strange creature that seemed to be made of ice. Surely this was a sight to behold!
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