"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.
Life has a way of kicking us when we’re down. And just when we think we can’t fall any lower, we get kicked again.
Cold. Oh yes, it's cold. Such a cruelly lovely thing. My body shudders as i follow an old game trail through the foothills of this range. The cold air bites at every winter coat-bare spot on my body, sinking into my skin like the talons of an eagle. Did that make me a fish or a mouse? I'd rather be a fish... no, a mouse. Could i be a mish? Did eagles eat mish?
I shake my head, a smile curling my dark lips. Alone, i could smile. None would be here to erase it from my face, to throw their bitter words and cruel phrases at me. I lift my head, a quick toss shifting my pale locks out of my eyes so i could gaze at my surroundings clearly. The snow that seemed to constantly fall speckled my already dappled back. I shake myself off, then follow the trail to a frozen lake. Well, pond really. I'd never seen ice coat water like this; in the Long Winter, snow covered everything up to your chest, and previous winters in my old herd were mild. Probably meant we should have known what was going to happen.
Carefully i walk towards this shining surface, tapping it with a hoof. It is like the glass of the Edge Wall, but... it powders when my hoof strikes it. Curious. I shrug to myself and proceed to walk across it.... or that was the plan, anyway.
The moment both forelegs were on the ice, i lost my footing. Hooves scrabbled on ice to keep me upright, sliding me out deeper onto the ice until eventually, i lost the fight and fell. I laid there, sprawled like a colt not yet learnt to stand, dazed and downright confused. What just happened? I pull my legs close to stand, only to have them slide back out. Luckily the fall wasn't so bad this time; my body was starting to ache something terrible.
Fear rose in my throat. I was far from Edge, unable to stand, and the snow... was it falling harder?!(It wasn't, but paranoia does strange things.) I was going to die. This was it. I kept trying to regain my footing, until, lo and behold, i managed it. I froze in place, unwilling to move even an inch lest i fall again. Now... to figure out how to get back to the solid snow ground.
Exploring the Frostbreath Steppe, somewhere I've never been before, I find myself following a game trail and .. some prints of an equine. They smell fresh, and I wonder who I will find at the end of the trail. It's not a scent I'm familiar with, but I recognize it as being similar to that of Jahzara.. The smell of the Edge. I am not familiar with many of them, and I have yet to form an overarching opinion of those who live there. I walk out of the path, making sure to keep the scent fresh. I stop when I hear scraping sounds and the sounds of panic.
I walk quietly through the snow and don't even notice that it is leaving a solid layer upon my striped pelt. My tail twitches gently back and forth as I stop and watch the scene before me with idle curiosity. A somewhat gangly youth, strangely colored with much lighter hair than body. The two horns on his head are the same bright, light blue color as his startled eyes. I chuckle as I watch him struggle to stay balanced on the ice, clearly having just risen up again based off his disheveled appearance.
I move forward and into his view should he glance over his shoulder, consciously staying off the ice so I may not suffer the same fate as he. I curl my long, thick tail around my body and watch him for a moment in silence. Finally, I think I shall let him know that there is someone watching him, if he hasn't already seen me. "You might have thought about that ice before boldly venturing on it." My voice is cool, not betraying the amusement that dances slyly in my eyes and at the corners of my lips. Though the smile tugs across my facial muscles, I keep it at bay. I'd rather gently mock him first before opening into mirth.
Life has a way of kicking us when we’re down. And just when we think we can’t fall any lower, we get kicked again.
My mind wheels for a way to get out of this situation without falling back down. How could i explain the bruises when i return? I'd be a laughing stock... not that i hadn't been before. I go to raise a hoof, and can feel my other feet begin to give way, and quickly i scramble, cloven feet scratching at the ice as i propel myself towards the safety of the snowy bank. I nearly weep with joy when my forehooves hit snow, and i scramble onto the bank... to come face-to-face with a tiger.
A speaking tiger.
For a moment i can only stare in slack-jawed shock, the fear not kicking in yet due to the sheer ridiculousness of this situation. Then horror dawns on my expression, and i rear back with a shrill whinny, turning heel and bolting after snapping a kick towards the tiger. But the only thing that lay behind me was the ice, and the moment my hooves hit it i fell once again, but thankfully slid away.
For a moment i laid there, stunned and out of breath, before i raise my head to gaze at the tiger in white-eyed fear. "Y-y-you speak! Diavolul!" I shudder, legs flailing as i try once again to regain my footing and haul all the ass i can out of there. I've felt the bite of a pard's claws before, and it's left it's scars on my hide. I had no intentions of adding to the collection of knotted, silver scars across my body.
The young brute manages to find his way to solid footing, and I can see his visible relief. Not that I blame him, I don't know of any who are comfortable on unfamiliar and shaky ground. He lands himself just in front of me, and when he raises his head to meet my gaze, to see and hear me speak... Surprise is the look that first greets me, but it quickly morphs into panic, though that would be an understatement. Absolute terror fills his crystalline blue eyes. He jumps back, back to the ice he just rescued himself from, and I chortle quietly with amusement. There is no way I can mask it this time. Clearly, he has never seen a tiger speak, if he's ever seen a tiger before in his young life. Though I am as young as he - perhaps younger - I have experienced more oddities than he has experienced. He slips on the ice and falls again, sliding away from him. I move forward to sit on the edge of the frozen pool, watching him calmly as he sputters his amazement. Is that an obscenity that he calls me? I swipe a paw at the air in a half-hearted threat. "I'm not sure what you just called me, but you should respect a lady." I re-situate myself and wait for his apology, preparing to forgive him his trespass. My tail twitches in the slowly-melting snow. Those blue and black spiral horns, I wonder if he is one of the many unicorns that inhabits the Basin. Have I yet to meet him? I did not think to pay attention to his scent as he came near. I lift my nose up slightly, trying to catch it and decipher. Beyond wherever he may come from, it's his masculine scent of testosterone that could nearly knock me over. I may have to learn more about him the old fashioned way.. if he calms down enough to converse rationally.
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