"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.
Coris lifted his head. His amber eyes flicked through the narrow spread of trees, the dark pillars reaching up towards the sky (lofty ambitions, for a tree.) Leaves shift and tumble in the breeze. Something about their queer patterns reminded him of blood's spray against snow, the drop of crimson from broken bones... eyes moved on, ears flickered caustically, nostrils flexed wide in a healthy sense of caution. Once, in these very forests, he had chased a bear off. There was nothing saying—despite the apparent peace—that danger wasn't out there.
Brittle orange and brown crackled in unhappy harmony to his hooves' tattoo, crunching and snapping beneath his body's weight. Shafts of sunlight slid through the dense canopy. The silence was lofty, and intimate, and yet so loud it hurt his ears.
Peace. He had been full of it over the last few years—aching quiet and solitude disturbed only by Venati's narrative.
The peace he didn't mind, not much. It had given him time to work on his projects, to spear and cut and kill, to watch the blood flower out over white snow; it had given him time to think over the Sun God's words, and what seemed to be his disappearance. Sometimes, he had wondered if he should leave Helovia, go wandering in search of his long-lost home—but those thoughts tended to come to a quick halt when he couldn't find his way out of the damned mountains. And there was no guarantee the gods were dead, either.
He exhaled bitterly. At least you have this. Venati crooned, as her blood-soaked claws tightened on his withers. Despite himself, his amber eyes flickered back towards their most recent kill. It had been his falcon's kill this time around—a flash of hooked talons and snapping wings, and bam a dead hare.
True.
It would provide a decent pelt, once they were done. Admittedly, the kill had been a little messy for Venati—typically she was less clumsy—but it would serve as... something. He hadn't decided what yet, but then, there was time.
There was always time.
OOC: Open to anyone! :D Preferably World's Edge or Aurora Basin.
Also the rabbit they killed are slung over his withers (his falcon companion is holding it down in place.)
Recruiting. He supposed it was most certainly his job, now.
King.
King Torleik.
It was jarring, to go from a simple general to king in the span of less than a day, it seemed. That wasn't true, really - the invasion had been planned, executed and successful - then he'd become king. It was still strange to think. A fire burned in his breast, bitter and blue, wondering what his father would have thought of him now; wondering what Bolverik would think - and Ulrik?
The rabicano frowned. He would need to speak to both. They were family and he couldn't leave them in the dark. Maybe that was really why he'd come to the Threshold, to use it as an excuse to go home.
Not home. Not really. Helovia could never quite be home no matter what herd he was a part of. The Bloodskald shook his head. So many thoughts, not enough time to consider them all. Irelyn hooted softly, informing him someone was near and that they, too, seemed to have an avian companion. Full avian, at least. Curious and seeking to begin his necessary duties right away, the newly christened King of the World's Edge approached.
"Ho, traveler," Torleik called warmly to the figure he saw ambling along. "Where in Helovia do you call home?" He had learned some time ago that just because someone was alone in the Threshold didn't mean they were without a herd already. If this was one of those times, perhaps he could make a new friend, or make a good impression for the Edge.
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