"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.
The snow and mud had churned into an oatmeal mess beneath the stamping of massive hooves. Lys paced and powered through the tangle of thorn vines only to burst out of them scattering shards of wood and leaf in various directions. With the long, waved tassel of his leonine tail and disheveled mane now littered with foliage and fractured branch, he’d lifted his foreleg and had slammed the hoof, hard onto something more forgiving than frozen soil. The roar of a whinny all but drowned the 'squeek' that was barely noticeable over the sounds of a large body crashing around in the undergrowth. He was sure he'd unwittingly stomped on a rodent of some kind.
The leaf silhouette of his ears pressed firmly against the back of his skull, and he narrowed his mismatched eyes as he stared down scornfully at the rhythmically swaying mesh of organic matter that had seemingly attacked him. It had been the culmination of a day filled to the brim with irritation and general angst. This being said, the massive form of the varnished stallion suddenly became motionless, and his ears shot to the summit of their normal position, pricked and almost kissing at the tips as his massive roman nosed features whipped round to follow the haze of colour that appeared just a few yards from the thicket.
He struggled to focus on whatever it was, straightening his posture and squaring his shoulders to better align his head and neck. With the warm hues of his eyes narrowed, and his nares dilated to better sample the breeze that betrayed pretty much anyone that it touched. It was a pale mammal, with the most piercing sapphire eyes. A canid type judging by the scent of the creature, a scent that hung warm in the otherwise freezing breeze. Lys blinked curiously.
Then the familiar sweet musk of a unicorn, followed by the steadily sharpening silhouette of pending materialization.
His expression fell and was somewhat, perplexed for a moment. The angle of his head altered, and his ears flickered on the oblique in a querying manner. The remorse he felt for his outburst of mindlessly throwing his weight around, in that split second was deep and actually, quite uncomfortable.
“I-uh...” He cleared his throat, his gaze faltering spectacularly to the ground before the plates of his hooves.
“I am... Thank you.” He glanced up from the relative safety donated by the shadow of a quirked brow. Lys's smile was crooked, and yet charming all the same as he offered his gravel edged tone. A set of softly spoken consonants and vowels; intonations and syllables that barely rose above the flutter of delicate flakes. He shook his mane, sending a swathe of silky tendrils into the atmosphere.
Through the large, well carved openings of his nostrils, he heaved a breath deep into his core. Sucked the frigid, snow saturated air and released it in a torrent of silver ribbons that wound and knotted around one another before being carried off and dissipating to nothing. The male dropped his head to the ground and nudged at the snow curiously, taking in the finer layers of chilled scent that hung close to the paw prints that gave way to hoof-falls, his top lip drawing circles in the snow before the convex shape of his muzzle was raised, and the warm glittering green hues of his eyes settled on the form of the mare who had approached-
“I feel I may have... Over-reacted, just a touch-” He nickered softly.
“Most stallions are closet drama-queens...” He pawed at the ground, ears pointing forwards and his tail kissing at his heels ever so gently, taken only by the movement of air.
“Even the largest brute could be spooked by a mere butterfly...” His expression quirked playfully as he subtly tested the air. Nipping at his coronet casually before straightening up, he inclined his features in a polite bow of greeting- “I'm ... Lysander.”
“...And I appear to have a phobia of thorn bushes. News to me.”