"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.
Thick, dark clouds had blotted out the midday sun and the frigid wind had picked up rather suddenly which could only mean that there was a storm on the way. Snö frowned as she took shelter in the forest. The thick canopy overhead made it even darker in the forest and the mare silently cursed herself for leaving the Edge and heading out to the forest. There was only a thin layer of the powdery white snow that covered the forest floor, so that gave her a little hope that she would be spared from the blizzard that she suspected was coming.
Still, she would rather be home in the Edge. At least there she could huddle up with someone for warmth because they were all in the same boat. Even the cave she'd isolated herself in in the Arch would be better than being stuck out in a storm.
As Snö moved through the forest the wind worsened and she could hear the trees groaning as they swayed. The snow that had accumulated in the branches began to fall in heaps and the mare found herself dodging the falling bundles of snow. Gradually, Snö moved deeper into the forest and the deeper she moved the less the wind seemed to rattle the trees. When she finally stopped she sighed in annoyance. "Wonderful." She grumbled to herself. "Just great. Stuck in a forest in the middle of a blizzard. Good job, Snö."
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@[Misael]
Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
Miseal had grown much too accustom to the thought of moving, his homes now encompassed many islands, many places, many herds, many Misael's. He had begun to think that perhaps there was no home for him, that he was gypsy and was born for leaving. He didn't have a real home, or a real identity, who he wanted to become, who he wanted to be always pestered his thoughts in the silence of a day like this one. Silence was an unwelcome man, his presence always brought dread and questioning along beside his shallow ways.
The colorful creature had been traveling his new "home" for a while, his desire for exploration never drifting away from his list of things to do. But know he was stuck in the middle of a damned storm. Misael had always loved snow, but he never liked the more furious side of it. It could be beautiful, the way it twirled and swirled in howling winds, but to him it was nothing but cold, icy, wind that was useless.
A single ear twisted to the crunch of snow as something disturbed it's smooth blanket. His crowned head searched the scene, and with narrowed eyes he came upon a lovely mare. She had yet to realize his presence, a chuckle escaping his lips as she spoke to herself. Snö, what an interesting name he thought, maneuvering forward to get nearer to the fae. "Well well, what do we have here?" He asked with his signature deep and brutish chords. His eyes drifted across her body, her roan pattern looked stunning in the white surroundings. Snö's horn was one that he hadn't seen very often, a single silver horn with a beautiful twist and a very sharp tip. "I am Misael, by the way." He said with a charming wink, at least this storm might have some worth.
OCC: EXCITED!!! Sorry for the wait and such a bad post D:
Tag: @[Snö]
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