"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.
Even though the earth was thawing and mud squelched between toe and sod, your body couldn't help but shiver in anticipation while the sun began to peek over the tree lines. It had been far to long since you had been able to rest your weary head back on familiar ground, and even longer since you had been in contact with any Helovians. The same murky red eyes stared off toward the slowly approaching sunset, but only black could be seen from behind puffy black lids from your left side. It was all your fault though you know, that the woman struck out at you so quickly; you've always been a little on the creepy side, lingering in the background and hesitating to speak. That's a little strange. Leaving you with a bruised cheek and black eye - not to mention the clump of thick hair she tore off of your shoulder in one bite - she hadn't even given you a chance to apologize for approaching her and the child without warning.
'Tsk tsk.' we scold, waving a single dry, flaking finger at you like a child.
The white fox straddled your spine, curled up in what you can only imagine would be an uncomfortable position with one arm slung over a scrawny shoulder and the other tangled in the mess of black hair on your neck. She breathed heavily into your mane, large ears twitching and paws flexing in her sleep while you stood motionless in the snow-dusted pasture. She was exhausted after such a long trip, both mentally and physically. Afterall, it's hard to babysit a freak like yourself. There were countless nights of pacing and whining for the poor young fox, many of them that you had wished and prayed to not wake up from.. but all the while, Ouija watched your nostrils flutter and felt the pain lift off of your bodies every night.
It's not fair to the child to make her feel your pain and agony.. to make her feel the lack of emotion and cold, distant thrum of a loveless heart. Of course she knew you love her, but the love of a companion is not the same as the love of your own family, of your own blood.
Often we would find you thinking about the boy and wondering where he was. Was the woman who took him in still there to care for him when no one else would? How many nights had he spent alone before someone realized that there was in fact a child alone in this world? And here you are, once again alone and without your only child all because of your selfish decisions.
Ouija winced and twitched hard, your emotions nearly stirring her from her much deserved nap. Silently you dropped your head between your shoulders, maroon traced ears laying back comfortably in your curly mane. The sun continued to rise over the quiet meadow and began painting the sky deep orange and red while a few pink watercolor-like clouds drifted through the air. Sluggish birds chirped at dawn's arrival, their bellies small and hungry after the long night. The sun finally crested the hillsides, welcoming you back with art that only the Earth God could create himself. But still while you stand and stare at the wondrous canvas of Helovia before you, you still can't help but feel empty; a hallow shell ambling on through the day with nothing to do but waste another beings' time.
Dark brows furrow, a sharp pain splitting through your head while you try so hard to ignore the throb in your wounded eye. Instead of the intended sigh, an uncomfortable groan rumbles in your throat and your clear eye pinches shut to close out the masterpiece in the sky.
'Why did you even come back here?'
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices.' OOC: It's not much, but here it is, they're back.
Hunger had driven us to find something a little more substantial than a few measily dry shrubs that littered the Dragon's Throat, the desire for something different to taste pushing us deeper into the mainland of Helovia. It wasn't exactly a quick journey, and Pongo certainly didn't appreciate the roadtrip given by the frustrated emotional wave he would share with me every now and then. But he certainly wasn't complaining about the variety of vegetation that managed to survive Frostfall, and the thawing snow was just starting to show fresh growth that he greedily gobbled up. A couple times I would scold him, making sure he would leave enough for the plants to continue growing lest we'd all be starving next year. "Don't worry, we're almost there, Pongo." The bongo only rolled his eyes with a look that said 'Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before...'
As the ground began to soften beneath our hooves and the sun began to rise, his mood started to lift enough for him to playfully leap about, splashing mud and slushy snow into the air. His antics brought a smile to my face, an amused chuckle escaping my lips in a hushed tone. Realizing that we were in the Thistle Meadow, I began to shovel away at some of the snow that topped the earth to reveal some of the new grass. I always kept an eye on my companion while I grazed, but I was so grateful for the increased in food that I swear my stomach grumbled with pleasure.
While I was watching Pongo play, occassionally nudging him to keep moving forward, I was caught off gaurd when he came to an abrupt stop. His large doe-like eyes were focused on a figure in the distance, large ears honed in to any little sounds that carried across the meadow. Suddenly, his playful demeanor became much more reserved as he closed in the distance towards my side. Following his gaze, my own scarlet eyes settled on an unfamiliar stallion, noting the spiralled horn atop his crown and something white laying on his back. "Easy Pongo, perhaps he is coming to eat as well."
Pongo wasn't so sure, waiting for me to step in front of him so he could hide before following after me. From beneath my lengthy forelock, I kept a weary eye on the stranger, having learned my lesson years ago to be careful around stallions, be it a stranger or friend. When I approached the ebony and maroon beast, I realized that the strange puff of white on his back was some sort of fox. But when my gaze traveled down to his shoulder, my auds flicked forward with curiosity, brushing against my silver crown. I stopped a short distance away from the pair, feeling Pongo duck his head beneath my belly to eye them. With my crown tilted just slightly to the side, friendly yet nervous words slipped into the air. "Hello, sir...Are, er...Are you alright? I don't mean to be rude, but I noticed your shoulder...Um, I'm a healer for my herd."
Verbal/Physical Abuse permitted, no permanently injuring or killing please.
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