"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.
I'm a lone red rover
Loricate forgot what it's like to be a newcomer. He's kind of shocked that he's all alone, though he's surrounded by his new herd. There's a sort of loneliness to being new, he thinks, and that loneliness is killing me. What did you expect? To be popular? You need to make it to fame yourself. By deeds. Actions. I haven't done anything but show up. He glances around at the picturesque falls. There's a cold tang in the air, due to the newly arrived orangemoon, and Loricate draws his wings in closer, stifling the urge to shiver. It's not that cold, Lori. He tells himself. It's also about time he stopped talking to himself. It's not normal. Then again, Loricate realizes he's not the most normal of horses, either.
I'm finally at my destination. He realizes, and I don't really know what do do with myself. He's standing by a pool fed by one of the waterfalls, dipping one foot in the water, watching the ripples spiral beneath his black hoof in calm circles, distorting his reflection. He's far, far away from the happening invasion.
Loricate's quite lost in his own thoughts, confused and more alone then he's ever been, though he knows he has a part in this new herd.
At least I'm not running for my life. At least I'm far, far away from the problems of the bast. He smirks at the thought. No, I'm going to make the most of this adventure. Maybe meet someone new. Maybe....he shakes his head and, with sudden force, slams his hoof into the water below him, sending up a large splash of water, the drips down over his mane and forelock. He shakes his head, sending the droplets spinning down his face and back into the pool, drip by drip. Dammit! He doesn't know why he's angry. He just is.
Panic.. frantic panic; that's the only way one could explain what was going on inside of the disheveled woman's body and mind. Having witnessed the beginning of the battle first hand, the brutt had gone numb, shock taking it's toll on her already fragile frame. You would think that there were only so many tears to shed, but still the woman sobbed deeply, her breast heaving with each rough breath. Ghostly pale hide was discolored with large patches of sweat, the darker hues more plainly visible than the original color that stretched across her white bones.
Her entrance to the forest was anything but agile or quiet while black hooves beat the earth and the metal chain tangled tight into her antlers jangled. Thin black and aqua tail arched as she moved - her flag of surrender to the beastly invaders. But now she was far away from them, deep in the arms of the forest and the surrounding hills, the falls cooing at her like doves, trying to sooth her pained heart. The brutt pranced uncomfortably, small ears flicking back and forth while she caught her breath. Finally able to see past the blur of tears, another body is standing along the edge of one of the crystal clear ponds, the stranger's face tossing in the air as if he were just shaking off.
Per usual, her heart likely would have nearly lept up her throat at the unexpected sight of a strange man, but under the circumstances her heart was already in her throat. Instead of turning on aching heels and hiding from the stranger draped in vibrant feathered wings, the rag doll froze, a thousand words trying to escape her throat all at the same time as they banged around in her head: "Wh- hey! HELP!" the three one syllable noises rather than words squeaked from her parched throat, dark ears flipping forward to train on the stranger.
Did he not know what was happening just over the hills? Would he be able to help her.. or their herd? She continued to gasp for short breaths, waiting for a reply from the winged man.
"Speech"
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@[Loricate]
I'm a lone red rover
Loricate whirls at the sound of the plea. "Wh-hey! HELP!" Abruptly jerked out of his thoughts, he half-rears, then falters to a stop as he is faced with a smaller, buckskin mare with antlers spiraling from her head gracefully.
Under a usual circumstance, Loricate would have immediately assumed his 'I'm a hot-ass stallion' stance and began to flirt like the cocky stallion he is, but he realizes that this mare, whoever she may be, looks exhausted, like she's been running crazily for a while. Considering the crazed panic in the woman's eyes and her plea for help, he forgets entirely about trying to make a good impression. Instead, worry begins to crawl up his throat as he realizes that the mare is crying. She looks almost fragile, and Loricate has to stifle the sudden urge to draw the creature close and hold her until she calms down.
"What is it?" He gasps, abandoning his post at the small pool and trotting up to her carefully. "Hey, it's okay." He tries, not really sure how to act in this situation. "What's happening?" You look like you've been in a battle, he wants to say. That seems like the most accurate description.
Wait. He snorts, alarmed by the sudden thought. That is highly possible. What if things are worse then he thought they were? What if he is needed on the battlefield?
@[Adelis]
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