"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.
comets fell from the sky
I took your breath, you took my sorrow
From a mask of scaled ferocity, the king masquerades as but another challenger, sky blues fierce in the slots of the fitted adornment. Inspired by the ghouls of the night, and by Lace’s beautiful draconic armor, Kaj stalks through the plainly lit field with clawed covers upon his hooves, awaiting his opponent’s appearance; a dragon he becomes for the afternoon, the soul of his missing leader granting strength through memory. The gaggle of fighters clamor about, drawing attention only until they are deemed harmless, consumed in their own reckless desires. Why they fight, Kaj doesn’t know. Doesn’t care to know, truly. As he strides through the dewy grasses, eyes sweeping slowly over the unpaired fighters, he can’t withhold a snort of self-deprecating amusement as the bulky tail strapped to the dock of his tail drags pathetically upon the dirt. The sharp tips of the dragon spade tail are useful, but a burden nonetheless, one Kaj doesn’t need with his lack of agility. Crown turns to glare balefully at the burdensome item, peering past the harness that laced pointed spikes down the length of his spine. As he turns back round, there is already a challenger approaching, and bitterness sweeps through him at his inattentiveness. Teeth grit as he instinctively leaps to meet his foe, attempting to consider all aspects of the other stallion in the shortened time span.
He is but a colt, lanky in youth but already sprouted tall enough to challenge Kaj’s considerable height. Slim, built for speed instead of brute force like Kaj. Hesitation slows Kaj’s thundering gait, tail flopping uselessly behind him as clawed hooves dig into the soft soil. Should he truly be fighting such a sprout of a stag? The building feint eradicates all hesitation, solidifying his decision with a cast of wild eyes upon Kaj’s form. No, if the babe wants to fight like a man, then Kaj shall thrust him to the dirt and show him the pain he desired to have the ability to inflict upon others.
Memories of Bronze spring to mind as those same wicked spirals of keratin aim for his wing, blasphemous and dangerous, too serious a weapon for a match such as the one held in the field. Anger swims in his vision, clamping his wing tight to bodice as he had with the dual-daggered foe of his past, curving to the left towards the babe in hopes of closing in. Close combat is his best bet, granting more ability for his mass to be used to his advantage. The feint is successful, and Kaj’s eyes widened beneath the dragon mask, fear bleeding thick and pungent in his blood. His wing! A weapon and weakness in one, the speed of the babe comes into play and Kaj can see in liquidized time the approach of hooves. Kaj’s heart pounded until his head was dizzy, fearing as any bird does the crippling of his wings, the stripping of his freedom. Impact rips him from his head, his turn mostly fruitless, but it spares the bone of his wing from fracture and ultimate death sentence for the babe.
FOOLISH! His head roars, a lion, and all Helovian dialect vanishes in his blind rage as pain sears through his left ribs and the arch of his wing. It hurts, more than Kaj thought possible, and the delicate radius bone fractured beneath the snap of the babe’s hooves, glancing but more than enough to damage such a delicate bone. Fear battles rage as Kaj fights the urge to turn from the pain, his mind a swarm of dizziness and the sense of pervading loss. He wants to strip the babe from his skin, eviscerate him with his own horn. It was an unspoken law that such appendages, horns and wings, were never to be broken or maimed in spars and battles with no involvement of usurpation and dominance. The bellow of pain gapes his jaws, and Kaj used the subtly protruding claws of his hoof covers to whip to the left, half-rearing with wild eyes streaked with pink pain in the crazed whites as he aimed to scrape the claws upon his hooves down the length of the babe’s left lower thigh to hock as his hooves returned to earth. Using the downward momentum, ribs aching with the movement, Kaj aimed his jaws for the empty spaces of spine between the silver rings, wild with pain and the need for revenge. Nobody stole his freedom! Especially not some new weanling with no respect for the chivalry and glory of battle. Kaj would grind him to the earth and bite his nape like a rabid wolf, teach him respect, and snap the dagger from his crown in retribution.
Notes: Kaj is dressed as a dragon! A dragon mask that is secured by holes that go round his ears, slits for eyes and nostrils, and jagged teeth that don't go past his upper lip. Has a thin stuffed tail with a spade end, sharp edges, attached by a metal band on the dock of his tail. Hoof covers with claws that barely protrude past his hooves, like mini cleats. Has a harness with a loin and quarter strap with a strap that goes along his spine with small sharp spikes.
Summary: Radius bone of his wing fractures, not a clean break, bruises beneath the wing. Turns a harsh left, half-rears and aims to claw down Caneo's left thigh and bite his spine on the downward blow.