"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.
Okay so maaaaaybe this was a bad idea, and maybe Sis was right that i shouldn't try to fly just yet because my wings(Apparently fuzzies are 'wings'.) aren't ready yet blah blah blah.
Should'a listened to her.
Because right now i was in a tangled situation. Literally. I had been bouncing along, happy as can be and flapping my wings hard as i could to try and fly like Mum and Dad did. I kinda felt my feet lift off the ground a bit, but that was all. Buzzkill. Anyway there i was practicing my flying skills, dreaming of days when i could soar among the clouds like my parents, when it happened.
Something didn't take too kindly to my hopping, and sprang up at my face and hit me square between the eyes. With a squeal i scrambled backwards, but my legs got all tangled up in themselves and i fell back into a bush. But this bush hurt. There were sharp things poking me everywhere, and i mean EVERYWHERE, so i began thrashing and kicking and hollering because i was STUCK and being POKED and there was SOMETHING ON MY FACE.
But the more i struggled, the more tangled in the briar bush i became, my budding antlers getting all caught up in the briars and the thorns hooked through my mane and tail. So now i laid there, taking a break because i'd been flailing for a good long while.
When i see it. A big-eyed, nasty looking thing on the tip of my nose. I wiggle my lips trying to shake it off, but it refuses to move... and it throws up on my nose.
EW
EW EW OH GOD EW FUCK EW
I thrash my head around violently, feeling the thorns poke my cheek and neck but i give no shits. There is something ON MY FACE and it THREW UP ON ME.
I was gonna die and Tempe was gonna laugh. I just knew it.
Stand on my feet
Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
"What you doing, yalli?"
Einarr's front, cloven hooves hit the ground and he straightened his weight, tucking his massive flight appendages to his sides. His eyebrows knit together, showing his confusion. The child was young, obviously still nourished by his mother's milk, and Einarr closed the distance between him and the child with ease. He stood before the boy, his massive frame blotting out the light and casting his shadow over the entirety of the youngling, covering him in darkness. Einarr stared down at him, tail flicking gently against his hocks to ward off spring flies. The beast knew that foals were defenseless, and it was a high risk to be away from one's herd, or better yet, one's parents. Flexing his wings to stretch out to his sides, an attempt to cover the foal completely in shade, inspected the foal better.
The warrior lowered his head and sniffed at the creature. He did not smell of the Dragon's Throat, and that rang even more confusion in his mind. He was a rusty color, the color of sand, as well as black, the color of coal. He was marked carefully, and the antlers that were but buds on his head made him think of the one Einarr guessed he had belonged to. "What, son of Gaucho, doing far from desert?" Einarr asked, sniffing the child again before snorting some. If he needed to, he would deliver this child home by force. It was for his protection, after all. His duty as a warrior was to protect those who could not protect themselves--and even those that could--and this definitely rang the truest when it came to foals. They were cherished, for they were the future.
There's a voice, and I can hardly turn my head because my antler nubs are stuck in the bushes before the lights go out and something is over me.
Holy shit.
I manage to turn my head enough to see the thing out of the corner of my eye, and it's a pegasus like Da...but bigger. There were others bigger than Da?! I tug on my head, hind legs scrambling, but with my tail and wings and front legs all tangled in the bush I can hardly even move, let alone break free.
"Uh... Da hasn't taken me to the desert yet." What was a gaucho? Son of gaucho... was that Da's name? I swear Ma and Auntie called him Booseefelish. Which is weird. I just call him Da. I try one more time to pull something free, before I just kinda give up and let the bush hold me.
"Who...who are you?" For the first time in my short life, I'm kind of...okay, really scared. I was trapped and there was a giant and Sis wasn't around or Ma or Da to help and I could be in danger and they wouldn't know! I began struggling again, panicked whimpers escaping me as I struggled and thrashed and flailed for all I was worth, with all the strength in my little body.
One wing tears free, leaving a few black feathers behind before I begin flapping it vigorously, reaching for the smokey stuff in my chest, grabbing it and focusing on it. Smoke began billowing from my wing as I flapped it, hopefully chasing the giant off.
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