"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.
Samuel walked on slowly, his solid cream coat dirty for lack of grooming. His pelt was fluffy and thick against Frostfall's grasps but he was cold, and try as he might he could not quite figure out how to balance with that large horn of his in the way. The unicorn's somewhat soft hooves crushed through thick frost and snow with audible crunches, and as he walked he thought about what had happened over the last few years.
He had changed a lot. Not only with this brand-new horn and dorsal spike he had mysteriously acquired, but also in weight, demeanor, wisdom... He remembered a time he fealt safe. A time much further than what he had tried to recall. four years ago, a long frost back from his home, when he on one faithful day followed Mishka to the nest of a sleeping goddess. Well, that was what he had thought of the intelligent bear back then. He was not afraid, and Mishka wasn't either.
His first encounter with fear had not been his own, but rather observed in another during a stampede. He fed off of the emotions of others. Ate of their hunger, drank of their tears, slept in their joy, and he quite honestly missed the feelings he would take from others. Back when he was in a herd, and the toads did not chase sleeping horses and then pop with loud explosions. Funny encounter that had been, but now he was again alone and again to his own thoughts.
Samuel walked on, his tail swishing weakly side to side and his mane making one side of his neck uncomfortably damp for he had slept in the snow, and rolled over in it when he had been awoken so rudely. he could see his breath crystallizing in front of him when he turned his head quickly enough, and as it reflected in the cream unicorn's red eyes he was given each time a sense of caution renewed. Something was bound to happen, but he knew not what.
It was decided, that instead of complaining about how nothing was changing, Elsa needed to go out and change it herself. Wings were spread high above the ground was cool wind rushed over her back as she flew towards the Threshold. Luckily, it was a short fly from the Falls; just south of where she lived. So, although the air was wonderful, she was quickly grounded near the edge of the Threshold.
It was easy to see where it began, large trees towered in the forest. Its evergreens providing the only colorful contrast against the dead land of winter. So, as she ventured in, she quickly spotted the hairy golden boy that was wandering about, who had some odd protrusion coming out of his back. She raised an eyebrow but continued to approach him. Hopefully his reaction would not be over the top and crazy, because it seemed that some of these characters had no idea what the heck a pegasus was. Seeing a large horse with wings apparently is scary to some.
As she neared though, she slowed her pace and bowed respectfully, before stopping a few yards away from him. "Hello...?" She paused a moment to let him introduce himself, if he wished to do so. "My name is Elsa, mason of the Falls. What brings you to the Helovian threshold?" She asked, mildly curious. The poor boy looked like a shark horse. Her mind couldn't help but wonder if maybe he had been cursed and was like semi-aquatic or something. But alas, stupid questions had to wait until after this man revealed a little more information. The last thing she wanted to do was insult a potential member of the Falls. She did not need anymore enemies right now. "Oh, and uh, this probably is a stupid question..." Elsa, what happened to not asking questions? Curiosity did kill the cat. "But uh, how did you get that thing on your back. Not that it is bad or anything, it's actually kinda cool." She said tilting her head to look at it shamelessly. Way to go Elsa, way to go.
Samuel's immediate reaction to Elsa was one of surprise. He reared up onto his hind legs, turned around, retreated a few steps then turned sideways to her, snorting. He paused, and after getting a good look at her, his demeanor changed entirely. He came out of his defensive position and head held uncomfortably high but still braced to bolt in either direction, he replied in a less-than-friendly voice.
"Hello. I am Samuel Fellson, and I do not quite have an answer to either of your questions."
After this gruff and forced response, he craned his neck to try to get a good look at what the pegasus was talking about, and found indeed that he had not been imagining things before. The spike was still there.Looking back at the pegasus, he stepped out of his heavily defensive posture so that he was now standing square, almost facing her. He briefly admired the snowflake marking on the pegasus before continuing in a less belligerent tone,
"It just, kinda, showed up. Interesting pattern you got on you there. I aught to ask the same about that mark there. You from around here?"
It was undeniable that Samuel seemed nervous about the situation, although it manifested itself in showy posture and a snarky tone. Though he took a proud stance and a fighting attitude, his ears twitched at every sound, his eyes darted about constantly, and he seemed not to be focused on Elsa. The somewhat dirty stallion caught the sound of a chunk of ice falling to the ground from where snow had collected in a branch and snapped his attention to it, squealing at it as if he was intending to attack. He quickly turned back to Elsa after regaining his composure and spoke again.
" Sorry about that miss. I... uh... yell at falling things, yeah. It's just something I do. Yep. Falling things are bad." he stated in all seriousness.
So, maybe people don't actually like you Elsa. Judging from his reaction, he seemed less than pleased with what she had done. Her eyes widened and watched in a little shock at his rear away. Looks like someone had a little fright. But alas, he did not run or attempt to eat her, so that's a plus. "Greetings Samuel Fellson. Mind if I call you Sam? If not, I assure you I can call you Samuel. Its just easier for me to remember nicknames." She attempted to keep a friendly, and cool voice but it wavered a little in fear. Was he going to attack her? Her attempt to calm him came with the ending, of her telling him a little more about herself.
He then positioned himself square to her body, and in response Elsa bulked up. She raised her shoulders and pulled her muscles taught, in defense. She would not attack, but she would show him that if he attacked her, even with one less eye, she was more than capable of giving him a fight. But, his voice chilled a little when he asked about the snowflake (how puny). "Born with it, It was the sign that I was marked with the powers of ice. And no, I was not born here. I was born in a northern region, far away from Helovia and a good fly away." She added with a shrug. If she had thought that he was a little less jumpy, she would've showed him her cool, majestic powers of ice. But for right now, it was time to take it easy.
But again, the jumpy stallion seemed to get distracted. She heard the all too familiar cracking of a branch, but instead of making the situation calm, it seemed to make it worse. He called out again, fearful of the snow and ice. Goodness, if he was afraid of that, it would be worrisome that he may scare himself to death during Frostfall. "Falling things are bad but, I hate to break this to you, it happens a lot during Frostfall, winter. But, I can assure you that they will not kill you, in fact nothing out here right now is going to kill you. Especially me, I may not look like it, but I would prefer not to fight." She cracked a friendly smile to try and lighten the mood again. "If you are looking for a place, I can take you back to my home, the Hidden Falls. There we work under a leader, in a safe environment. You can be whatever you want, A Seer, A crafter, a healer, a warrior, a sleuth.. whatever you desire basically. Does that at all interest you?" She asked curiously. This Sam was quite a hoot, and she knew that even with his skittishness he would fit in fine at the Falls. Plus, they all were in need of a good soul to become friends with.
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