"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.
He came looking for her once the trials were over, before any verdicts had been made and delivered, before he knew which new path his life had been steered into. Curiosity drove him, because in the short time he had spent with his father there was one name that had been repeated more than any other, one mare in particular that stood out. He had seen her before, in the gathered crowd - it had been impossible not to notice her arrival as light turned to night and acerbic words were exchanged that turned his passionate bonfire speech into cold ashes, trampled and forgotten - and now he wished to speak to her. Because he wished to. Because he had a message to deliver. Because he should.
True dusk was falling now as he searched his way through the unfamiliar forest, his lanky teenage frame carried without half the grace and practiced ease his father possessed. Yet their resemblance was remarkable; it was the same steely coat, the same silvery sheen to mane and tail, the same calm determination in the gaze as Cathun wandered on, aimless with no set path to follow. He didn't need one; he just had to look for the place where the forest was darkest, where the burning twilight sky deepened into midnight blue and the only light came from distant stars. The pearly crescent of the moon would be absent; come to think of it, he had yet see her face since he came to Helovia. Did it have something to do with that thing the Goddess had done, she who was hated by everyone?
If it hadn't been so amusing to see a god shunned by her own followers, Cathun would almost feel sorry for the divine. Why did they blame her for acting according to her nature?
But it wasn't his problem. Not yet, maybe not ever. Tonight he wanted to talk about other things, explore different perspectives - sate his own curiosity.
When he finally found her his smile was eager, ears pricked and eyes burning as he stepped up to the fallen queen.
"Hail, Dragonheart" he greeted, brazen and confident and brimming with awe as he regarded her, the dragon mare he had come to see as a hero of legends. "I apologize for not greeting you earlier, there were so many loudmouths around that I hardly could hear my own thoughts." Never mind that he had been vocal too - in his mind Cathun had at least said something original.
"What did you think about the spectacle? I ended up participating, even though I originally had no intention to... It felt a bit farce like to me, I wonder if a fair verdict will be placed at all."
A verdict where he won, that is. Cathun, King of the World's Edge... It had a nice ring to it for sure, but his vision was bigger than becoming the leader of a single herd. Whether he won or not was irrelevant; the things he had to do remained the same regardless.
What indeed, did the DragonHeart think of the proceedings?
It was a farce, a joke, a ridiculous waste of time.
Time would only tell what the true outcome of the proceedings would be. No matter what leaders were chosen this day (or night), they would not last unless the Goddess of the lands willed it to be so. Mirage wondered what the Goddess of the night thought of everything, she longed to learn what thoughts drifted through the devious immortal's divine mind, if only so that she could compare her own thoughts to those of the divine's.
Though there was little use in comparing oneself to a God, Mirage found her thoughts filled with it more and more - better to think of a Goddess than to focus too strongly on the mortal concerns that would tether her too long to earthly concerns.. The mare was too attached as it was to those who lingered those from her past.. And now those of her future.
A sigh passed her charred, blackened lips, as she watched over her daughter through the draconic vision of her bonded. Broken, Akaith's murmured to her, sadness colouring the tone, and Mirage could not help but agree. She had seen it in the final look Amaris had given her, the long, silent gaze that betrayed everything the beautiful, brilliant girl had felt. She too, felt everything too strongly, and now she would experience the full wrath of self-doubt and depression; and there was nothing her mother could do to save her.
She should have expected him, and yet she was surprised to find her solace disturbed by the fire-eyed colt, the youth who was the image of his father. He speaks and greeted her with a cool, calm confidence that Mirage wished her daughter would copy, though on Cathun it reeked of arrogance and a youthful sense of 'know-it-all'. The mare sighed inwardly, hearing the irony behind his words (for surely he had the loudest mouth of the gathered), and she hardly felt like divulging her innermost thoughts to this youth when her heart and soul was with her daughter, and her mind on divine plans and happenings.
"Whatever happens, whatever assessments the winning contestants pass this evening, their test has only just begun. The Goddess will only accept those she finds worthy as rulers long term." The mare's accented tones spoke quietly - it was Cathun's own fault if he was not paying enough attention to her to miss them, she was not about to repeat herself. The mare allowed the silence to settle upon them, breathing in the misty air, knowing it was potentially the last time she ever would - depending on the outcome of this inquisition into the leadership.
"Why did you compete?" It was barely a whisper, her aged voice rolled over her tongue with all its years crafting the words, and only her eyes betrayed the curiosity that burned within her as she held his own orbs of molten fire. Why are you here at all? Why do you exist?
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