"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.
His screaming did nothing to abate his churning anger as his frame dithered and he paced restlessly. Distress lined his every feature as his life went through the worst storm it had ever encountered. The shade would rather be exiled a thousand times over than feel this pain, he’d rather watch his own sire and dam fall into the pits of hell than lose her. It left him wondering why the world was so captivated on making his whole existence a laughable misery and horses wondered why he was so mad and twisted?! A short snort escaped his nostrils, filled with bitterness and anger, as he stared at the bark that littered the floor. Was this all he was capable of? Worthless the thought wrapped around his mind like a vice grip of self loathing. Aramis frowned at his broken friend with his tail lashing from side to side. That is what you’ll become if you remain this way the Mender didn’t much care for his hounds condescending attitude and was about to march off in another direction until a familiar voice caught in his ears.
Sickness formed at the pit of his stomach as he slowly turned to look into those same blue eyes he had watched fade away just days ago. Atop her head was a horn made of glass that was broken, much like his own, she was their daughter in every way. Aviya was his pride and a mare with the true spirit of a Basin soldier, the Doctor believed her love for her kin was pure and she was strong because of it. Yet, the expression he offered her now was not one of the usual love and pride he would have greeted her with on any other normal day. Instead his body became rigid and his gaze darkened in sorrow as he looked across to her pretty white face. If there were any he had failed in his entire life then it would be his children.
It was the turn of the Reaper to appear before him then. His bestial like form stalking into the fray of the Nightshades restless internal battle that had escaped from his lips not too long ago. He had been hoping for an innocent looking none horn to turn up that he could have quite happily have ripped to pieces, but the company he was in was important and for a moment he took solace in their presence. He had a painful tale to tell, however, and soon a shaky sigh passed through his lips as he prepared to address the two. One his blood, the other an old comrade turned Lord. ”Kou has been murdered” there, he said it. There was no fancy turn of words he could muster as he spat the sentence from his mouth. ”I want to know who did it and I want them to feel this same pain before I slide my horn into their chest” he seethed. He wanted the heathen who dared take away his Nurse to live in the same hell as he before taking away their life.
There was a moment in his anger where he looked upon his daughter once again and his lips formed into a thin grimace. He had just told her that her mother had been killed and he hadn’t been able to stop it from happening. ”I’m sorry” the words cut through him like a knife.