"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.
Aithniel didn't know what was in the egg when the Sun God had handed it to her. The surface was so pretty and creamy, a beautiful shade of off-white and golden that drew her in immediately. She wondered if this is what she looked like once. Was the color of her shell so lovely? Bigger? Smaller? She wished she could remember, but in a way, just knowing that she had come from the same shell seemed to bond them already. Her heart could feel it, something else growing there that was warm and not full to the brim with anger and rage. It was a beautiful, pure little nook just waiting to be linked with this creature within.
A fissure began to form on the outer surface, a little crack forming into the new world. Aithniel waited with bated breath, kneeling in the sand and rubbing the round figure with her charcoal nostrils. She blinked molten, silver eyes, waiting and watching as the strong being inside began to break through. With claw and beak it tore at the edges of its enclosure until its fluffy, gooey body was exposed to the world and it cried out. She quickly came to its aide, licking until the creature was clean and admiring his pretty wings and eyes.
He.
She could feel it more than see. He was strong and handsome, flooding her mind with nonsensical colors and overall displeasure, and she laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," she murmured, helping the creature up onto her back. "You're hungry. Lets find some grub." Aithniel found some sort of crab/worm like thing and nabbed it between her toes, before giving it to the babe with her teeth.
"So gross, man. You'll have to figure out how to hunt for yourself sometime..." she laughed, continuing until it was sated. He needed a name though. She looked at him, thinking of the heavens and the sun and smiled. "Zerachiel."
Aithniel
You ought to know where I'm coming from / How I was alone when I burnt my home
And all of the pieces were torn and thrown / You should know where I'm coming from
It is a truth universally acknowledged that children make piss-poor invalids.
Despite firm instructions to stay home and rest, it wasn't long before Zero found himself quite certainly not at home- though, he reminded himself defensively, he hadn't gone that far from home. It's not like he'd gone to the mountains, or even to find Isopia in her home, a thing he desperately wished to do. No, he'd just moseyed along the coastline, just a little way, just off toward the one place he probably shouldn't have gone.
The place where it happened.
His wing had healed surprisingly well, though it still had a way to go. The multitude of bruises he'd accrued through his fall had yet to fully dissipate, and sadly he hadn't picked up any badass scars, but on the whole the lightning boy's healing process was a smooth one. What hadn't quite healed was his mind. Oh, sure, Zero was happy to tell everyone about his adventure, loudly boasting the important role he'd played in the death of the god. It wasn't until later, when he was all alone and night covered his face, that he sat and picked and tore at the metal on his side, trying desperately to do... something. Punish it, or perhaps himself, for a fact he now knew, a fact he couldn't escape: his wing wasn't going to grow in, and if he ever tried to fly he'd just fall down again.
These were the thoughts that plagued the boy as he made his way along the beach. So caught up in his distress was Zero that he almost didn't notice the girl, whose strange familiarity and incredible prettiness was completely outweighed, in the boy's mind, by the creature that sat upon her back. Familiar conflict spread through Zero's youthful mind. On the one hand, companions were awesome, and all the ones he knew could do really cool things. On the other, Ma was very, very firm on the fact that he must never get one, because it meant he was tying another creature to himself forever, whether they liked it or not. Zero could understand this- after all, he was bound forever to the ground. Curiosity and consternation fought a battle in the child's head, and surprisingly, consternation won.
"Is that your 'panion? My Ma says havin' a 'panion isn' responsible."
He tried to be serious. To maintain the look of judgment that his Ma could wear so well, the severe glare, the intimidating presence, but it was simply of no use. Zero stared down the girl and her griffin for as long as he could before crumpling, folding, succumbing to that which truly drove him. His wing hung limply across his back as the boy stepped forward, severe expression melting into one of innocent curiosity, sunbeam eyes trained on the newborn cat-bird-thing. "What is it?" he asked the girl finally, blinking and drawing his gaze away from the beautiful creature, sincere curiosity spread like watercolors across his face. The older girl was still so familiar, and also so pretty, and Zero flushed sheepishly, and mumbled, "'s really cool. What's its name?"
Maybe he just wouldn't tell Ma about this particular adventure. She didn't have to know he'd met another companion. It's not like his Ma and this stranger would ever cross paths.
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