"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.
Patrols had taken him west, and though Cera was reluctant as ever to leave his home and his family, his duty could not be ignored either. Ilaria was deliriously happy to finally be along for the journey, as he often pleaded with her to remain with either Ranjiri or Ryuu, to keep them safe and give them company that they so badly needed when he was busy or gone. It rankled Cera to see that he was as busy as his father had once been, but he always told Gaucho when the load was becoming too heavy, when he needed time with his family. Cera would not become Midas. He would rather die than turn into his father, for as much as he loved his father - and oh how his heart still ached with the fierce love he held for that poor man - Cera could still never stand behind his choices in life.
An eagle screamed overhead, and Cera glanced up, watching its form cross the dusk skyline as it pursued a prey Cera could not see. Ilaria shivered and made an odd, growling hiss in her throat. Cera turned and pressed his nose to her soft fur, easing her. "All is well, Illy. You know it would not dare with me here." Sometimes it was easy to forget that Ilaria was still seen as nothing but an animal to simpler minded creatures, to know how easily she could be swept up and killed. Each time Cera was reminded of it, it was like someone dumped ice into his stomach, making him both shiver and cramp horribly with the fear of losing her in such a brutal, careless fashion.
Nevertheless, Ilaria clung closer to him, eyeing the skies warily before finally dropping off to sleep in the nest she'd made of his hair at the base of his neck. Cera shook his head fondly, the Rotunda in the distance alerting him to the fact that he'd made it to the area he'd been assigned to patrol. Still, even in the descending dusk the humid air was distracting - though admittedly not nearly as bad as the desert, one of the benefits to the wooded western wildlands - and the deep creek that wounds its way past the structure that he was still privately enamored with was too tempting to ignore. Cera set out to find the bend of it, the alluring coolness of its shallows. The river beside the Rotunda was frequented often, as it was right beside the landmark, but Cera was on patrol and as such needed to be alert for everything regardless of its placement.
Turning his back to the elegant structure, the Prince waded through crinkly, dry ferns that were still stubbornly holding onto life. They grew greener near the bank, dropping off almost reluctantly into sand and shoal, then shallows that Cera waded into. Sighing happily, the Prince dropped his wings, propelling them idly through the water as if he was splashing. Casting little droplets of water onto his overheated frame, reveling in the reprieve it awarded him. Still, he cast his eyes up and down the bank, looking for either of his partners, or anything worthy of noting that he could return to Gaucho.
Open to anyone who wants to mess with/meet Cera! Please please!
@[Rei] && @[Cerin] Patrol!
Please only tag starting posts, spars, and threads collecting dust!
Spice had watched him for some time now, her heart beating in her chest so loud at times that she thought he would hear it and look her way. But, he didn't. The boy was bound to the sky like her -if he ever did fly- though something red and fluffy clung to him, he seemed to be pretty used to her...or him. Whatever it was.
She watched from behind the ancient structure, green orbs wide in a kind of thoughtful manner she didn't think she had in her. Eyes following his every move. She wondered about him, his age, his name, and his bonded...? What was that furry thing?
Wayne jumped up when Spice took a rigid step forward, her legs feeling stiff from standing there and watching him for a while. The little bird jumped from her forelock, forward, towards the stallion. "Stop!" She shouted through the bond, but it was not use, because the finch had already tried flying in front of the red fluffy bear thing. "What are you doing Wayne?" She hissed from the shadows, stepping closer to him, out into the light where he could see her if he even heard her. He would have surly seen her bonded, and turned...
Wayne returned to her forelock, burrowing through to where she was hidden. "Yeah, thanks for nothing Wayne." She shot into the little bird's mind, hoping that she could hear. "Hello..erm, I'm Spice, of the Dragons Throat." She says with a small bow, though she was of no rank or high leading role there. Not even a small one.
By this time, she was edging closer, a small smile growing on her face as she scanned him over once again. A new equine was coming into her life, and she was ready, a positive look on her face.
"blah blah blah."
@[Cera] yeah this isn't all that good, I swear it will get better. c: