"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.
You could get used to this. Mouth full of sun-warmed grass, your teeth work vigorously, delivering your meal to an ever-enthusiastic stomach. Life is sweet, all right. And it’s not just the abundance of food here that has you feeling as satisfied as an overstuffed stallion can possibly feel. It’s the sun on your back, this haven in the sky, and oh, the ladies. Can you even begin to describe the ladies?
Hastily, you swallow, and raise your head hopefully, scanning the empty field. It’s actually quite picturesque, and the grub is good. Not to mention, you’re in it. Maybe someone will decide that it’s the perfect spot for her breakfast too? You wouldn’t mind that. Ever since you and Bellona parted ways, you’ve been busy, exploring the island, but now…you find yourself itching for a little female company. You’re antsy, you know? Abruptly abandoning your breakfast, you wander into the center of the meadow. You kick at a root, prance in place, swat at a horsefly, and wait for something to happen.
But patience has never been your strong suit, and anyway, how will those pretty girls come flocking if they don’t even know where you are? You point your muzzle to the sky and let loose a loud series of whinnies. Your obnoxious display is sure to be a disturbance to anyone in the vicinity, but you’re rather pleased with your mating call. If that doesn’t bring them running, you really don’t know what will. Ears pricked, you remain on alert, surveying the trees and sky.
The island in the sky is much as it was the first time I came here. I'm not sure what brought me back - perhaps it was the sense of belonging to a place without actually having to belong, the ability to join in an activity without having to commit to my fellows.. Was it cowardly of me? I longed for their acceptance, and yet I could not outwardly request it - I longed for their attention, their approval, and yet I did nothing to earn it. I could not venture to the very borders of their herdland, for that would assuredly gain their attention - but wasn't that what I wanted?
I sighed, as my cerulean gaze roamed over the edge of the island, looking decidedly south, over the volcanic smokiness of the Veins and onto the pristine beaches that edged my former home. I knew there were those who would recognise me still living there, but did they still know me? Would they want to?
Another sigh drips from my darkened lips. I begin to walk, my head low, my lips snatching at the grass which grows upon this mysterious cloudy loam. It does little to fill the hole within me. My fractured soul aches with your absence, and like I do every day of my sad, lonely existence, I wish once more that you were beside me, that your wise, comforting voice was speaking to my very soul, that you were here to guide me once again. But you aren't.
I am broken from my sad reverie by what could only be described as the sound of some poor creature dying. My ears prick but then bounce down to hide amongst my dark tresses, my tiara darting about as I try to spot whomever it is ruining the peaceful happenings of this island. A stallion, doing everything possible to make himself noticed, comes into view, and my sapphire kissed eyes roll in their sockets before returning to study the loam between my forelegs. I keep walking, shuffling my wings by my side, praying to avoid any social interaction this day - somehow I knew I wasn't going to be so lucky.
Sure enough, the whinnying did the trick! You knew that they wouldn’t be able to resist. Your eyes light up as a winged mare comes into view, graceful and—wait a minute…! The eyes that had already been so busy now go into overdrive, ping-ponging back and forth between the lady and the sky. Is that…? Is she…? She’s wearing the sky! Ever the master of subtlety, your mouth falls open. You’ve got to admit, you’ve noticed the magic in this place (after all, you were just eating breakfast on a floating island), but this! Who knew that there would be creatures like this here?
Though you may be shocked, you’re still an obnoxious catcaller first and foremost. What can only be described as instinct kicks in, and you hear yourself calling, “Hey sunshine! Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Your own joke hits you (for you’ve belatedly noticed the image of the sun riding proudly on her blue hide), and a raucous caw of laughter peals out as you trot towards her. Look at you, being funny without even trying! You’re already congratulating yourself for your unintentional wit.
Unfortunately for you, Cirrus probably won’t appreciate this intrusion into her quiet morning, but at this point, your sense of discernment is even worse than the terrible joke you just made. No caution nor polite sense of privacy encumbers your gait as you make your way over, puffing out your chest and ruffling your feathers. “How’re you doing, Sunshine? Name’s Gull,” you simultaneously ask and inform.
OOC: Sorry for the wait! And oh goodness, Gull’s even annoying me XD
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