"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.
Dark ears twitch in response to the lilting voices that permeate the air, and my tear-marked face turns to observe the growing crowd. My golden gaze darts from one writhing figure to the next, admiring the grace that is evident in my Lady's bounds and chuckling at the sight of some others. Some choose to remain still, lurking on the edges of the dance floor, and it is for them that my heart reaches out for. A part of me can understand their inaction for I, too, am not a pleasant dancer, but there is also a piece of me that can't help but feel disappointed. There they are, resisting the melody of voices and the closeness of bodies; but here I am, throwing bones and all alone, struggling to keep myself away from the temptations of food and joy and pleasure.
A long sigh struggles to escape my maw, but I do not release it from its damp prison. I had offered to make my services available for my herd and I should do so willingly. Do I regret my choices? Yes. I do not need the opinions of some bones to tell me that I do. Just a few fortunes, and then maybe one song... The future can go untold for a little while. I know what it is that I am trying to do, though, and I shake my head with irritation. I should not have to convince myself to commit this task.
As little as I appreciate my duty now, I actually love interpreting the hushed whispers of corpses and searching the stars for events to come. Perhaps it is a reaction to the mushrooms -- I've only just noticed the faint glow that one of my hooves gives off; a small bout of panic accompanied that realization -- or maybe it is just my boredom, but as soon as I have wrenched my gaze away from the party I am greeted by a mare who is probably my long-lost-evil-step-sister. Or something. My hide gives off a nervous twitch as she pulls herself closer, commenting on the virtue of my bones and the souls that once inhabited them.
Excuse me? The wave of anxiety that had rolled over me at the sight of her is forgotten as soon I have processed the demon's words. I'm mostly just uncomfortable now, and I can't help but feel threatened by her inquiry. You haven't even given them a chance... I wet my lips with a darting pink tongue before I can bring myself to utter a response, but luckily (or fortunately, ba-dum tsss) for me a much cheerier lady joins our discussion.
Oh Gods thank you! A wavering stare shifts from the incubus' milky face and to the newcomer's basket. Oh, what a bounty this one carries! I'll have to initiate a trade! It takes everything I have to prevent myself from plunging my nose into her stash, and I am so distracted by the treasures that my tone is distant when I say, "I use the bones to determine... well, anything really. They can confirm the past. Affirm the future-" at this I sneak another glance at her basket, but I quickly return to the paint. "-I can demonstrate, if you like?"
I turn to the bones immediately afterwards, intending to grab them but really just providing an excuse so that I do not have to look at one lady's goodies or the other's frightening stare. My tail lashes as images of the latter form, but I try my best to make them dissipate. Concentrate on the Telling! You have seen, worse after all.
It takes me a while to grasp the bones -- a set of five, should anyone be observing my struggle -- but once I have them, I release them with a quick toss of my crown. "Does the lady have something precious in her basket?" The question bursts forth like a bullet from a gun, but I do not care if it goes unheard; it is mostly for the crowd's benefit that I even say them aloud, for the bones need nothing more than the thrower's intent.
I gaze intently at the falling things as they return to their original position, a satisfied grin stretching across my face. "As you can see, pretty miss, the bones have spoken. You do indeed have a precious item under your care. Shall we study your goods to see which that might be? Or do you already know what it is that is so valuable?" At this I approach her basket, peering into the expertly crafted vessel to observe the trinkets within. Perhaps my curiosity is not as honest as my greed, but hey, at least the bones were!
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