"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.
It would be dramatic to say that Gaucho would have recognized that voice anywhere. Mauja had single-handedly caused Gaucho to miss out on the invasion of the Throat by the Basin, all those seasons ago. Instead of aiding those in the Throat, he had unknowingly left them to die. And for what? For a private showing of what would be the most inexplicable thing he had ever seen. The worst part was, when all was said and done, he couldn't even ask for his money back. Sorry folks, going out of business sale. Mauja is closing down. No refunds. Gaucho had watched the spotted unicorn disappear into the sea, and was left with nothing but guilt and anger. And even though that hate had lingered with Gaucho for quite some time, Gaucho did not recognize Mauja's voice as it echoed through the caves. How could he? The two had really only spoken once before - in the presence of Ophelia and the others.
Gaucho turned, not particularly bothered by whatever potential rudeness there was in Mauja's word. For one with such a limited vocabulary, Gaucho was not as sensitive to social norms and implicit criticisms. Rudeness in words was something he could tolerate.
As his flaming wings caused a warm glow to race towards the frost king, Gaucho felt the strangest thing.
Nothing.
His dark gaze fell upon perhaps one of the only beings in all of Helovia that Gaucho had, at one time or another, considered an enemy. There had been a time when the hate and the desire to see Mauja's lifeblood spill onto his hooves had been so bright and apparent in his mind, that it had consumed all else. There were weeks when the scene upon the ocean's coast has replayed time and time again through his mind; every action as clear as it had been the day it had taken place. Fury had lingered in his mouth, coating every word that related to the spotted unicorn. He had attacked Ophelia - nearly thrown her off of a cliff, that was how bright and lucid his anger had been.
But now?
Now he was tired, and silent, and distant. The events of the past were far away, blurry, and uninteresting. It wasn't due to some rational understanding of why Mauja had done what he did - why the Basin had attacked and how following Mauja with Midas was really the only thing he could have done at the time. No, it was not understanding that dulled Gaucho's emotions now. Merely time. Never the less it was strange. To feel the ghost of such a strong need simply sit quietly in its corner, observing but never moving.
What are you going to do now?
Too many ways to answer that. Did he mean literally right this second? Did he want to hear about the Throat's construction? Part of the Wildfire's mind was tempted merely to give him that information. What did it matter? But part wondered if Mauja deserved the intel, if it could be called that. Was he spying? But why? Moon goddesssssss Mara hissed in his mind, slithering forward in his antlers, hungrily eyeing the owls.
Ahh, was that it? Was this all really so petty, as to come to that? Gaucho held no real attitude towards the almost-ghost. He didn't think him a monster, deserving of respect, or even a real threat anymore. Still, the idea that Mauja had followed him here merely to ask about the murders seemed ... unbecoming somehow, as if Mauja should be better than that. Although Gaucho couldn't exactly say why.
Perhaps it was merely the ghost of his own anger, trying to find a way to be angry again.
"You disappeared into the ocean." He replied flatly, avoiding Mauja's question which seemed entirely uninteresting to him, despite the multitude of ways he might answer it. It was like a movie, where the hero and villain finally meet and spend far too much time talking about things that didn't matter. But who was the hero, and who the villain? It didn't matter - that seemed as unimportant as the murders.
But then what was important? Gaucho didn't know. Although he felt an odd curiosity and interest well within his broad blue-striped chest. What was to come of this conversation? A fight? A shouting match? Some abstract and useless non-apology? There had been a time when Gaucho wanted nothing else but the chance to bring Mauja to his knees. Now that he had it, the dun was oddly more interested in listening, than charging.