"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.
There was something about the colourless landscape that captivated the young mare’s imagination. Her eyes had been filled with admiration as the sun set draining colour from the world and turning it to an ashen view. The mixture of night and snow was dazzling, the banshee felt easily at home wherever she walked. Along with the mass of white came a new kind of natural quiet as it cushioned her feet, the shadows were many and the odd ‘hoot’ of an owl sent an enjoyable shiver down her spine. Yes, nightfall in winter was perhaps one of her most favourite things. It offered her a respite from the stresses that had come with her new twist of fortune and she appreciated every second that her mind felt at ease. When Ghost finally dragged herself from the depths of her perfect euphoria was when she noticed that she had travelled into the Threshold, where the trees were laden with snow and the undergrowth now crunched with ice beneath her feet. Her eyes briefly strayed downwards and there, stained into the pallid ground, was a trail of intriguing liquid darkness.
Curiousity piqued, the Cadaverous followed the inky path through the wintry woodland. What had made this kind of trail? It was almost like following the steps of someone who was badly injured, but instead of bleeding red, they leaked blobs of pitch instead. How bizarre?! Maybe she was completely wrong and this was a substance of a different kind, though she daren’t test it on her tongue. It might make her feathers fall off or cause her throat to close; it would surely pay to be wise when in the face of the unknown. Though the thought did excite her a little.
It wasn’t too long before Ghost caught the sound of a voice and sure enough her dark eyes zoned in on a new scene. To one side was a familiar looking appaloosa whom the Czarina remembered meeting under similar circumstances before, Rei was it? The other was the source of the mystery that had initially led her here. A stallion who was slick black, like someone had covered him in oil and dripping from his tail was some sort of strange black liquid that the banshee quickly learnt as ink (courtesy of Rei). She had never been creative of mind enough to warrant a foray into such areas of life, why would a horse need to know how to write anyway? It sounded tedious, but maybe she was missing the point.
She quickly ruffled her wings and stored them into her sides, horned face turning from one to the other before finally she spoke. ”Does it not get annoying? Leaving pools of this ink, as you call it, wherever you go?” as ever the resourceful minded, after all, if it didn’t help then surely it was more of a curse than a gift?
”You have strange taste in fodder” it’s not everyday you get to meet a horse covered in ink chewing on bark in the middle of winter. The folk who came to these forests got weirder and weirder each time she came. Not that she could be one to judge.