"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.
Though Ricochet wished not to take his eyes of the only remotely attractive individual here, the perfectly normal equine mare and the dark glints he would occasionally catch in her expression, he could not easily ignore the grating voice of the pegasus and the implications its words brought.
The tension bristling between them thickened the air and set Ricochet to a heavy snort. Black, glittering dust fell from his muzzle, flitting into small bursts of insignificant flame before it ever reached the ground. The sooty powder was always nestled in the crevices of his body, more of an unavoidable trait of working with the fine particles than a useful reserve. With all the snow already covering the land and the frost hardening the earth, he would soon be without the fiery accent however, so what little remained on or in his body was eventually utilized.
The flaming snort was no mishap, but a clearly defined message. Do not ignite what you do not wish to burn. Ricochet would be more than happy to crush the arrogance and the wings of this pegasus on the battlefield.
Though Leander had a point to his otherwise pathetic insult. Ricochet would rather not boast of the Foothills. He did not relish them and certainly did not love them, not so long as it was tainted with the hooves of unicorns and pegasus across its ground. "I only reserve my speech of the land, because the terrain is of little importance. Beauty can be found in many places and territories can be lost in many more. A herd is not its scenery, a herd is it's members." Ricochet truly believed in that. He'd argued with Evangeline over something similar when they'd be young. He'd known the loss of his home, on far too many occasions, and yet he was content to thrive anew in this land because his family managed to live here. It was to them and to equines mares like Insanity that he would happily speak of. Unfortunately the Foothills herd had little in the way of that, so he was loath to go into much detail, lest his disgust show through his voice. "I hoped to represent the fine company that you would find there."
Although, the land was better than the Throat's.
The mare seemed to shift in discomfort under their lengthy words however and Ricochet found his maw sealing shut. Teal eyes now settled firmly on her, withers jutting out at the pegasus instead. She spoke hintingly to him of her desires, and yet they were painfully absent of anything meaningful, just a promise. He would hold onto that promise.
"Of course. I look forward to such a meeting..." He responded in a low voice to her, teal eyes as alight as his magic as he set them to burn against her expression.
Her next words proved curious to Ricochet as she professed not only wishing to visit both lands but lack of practice in choosing in this manner. He thought the choice to visit both a boringly safe one and an unnecessary waste of time and muscle, but he would not speak so outright against her decision. The knowledge that her previous realm did not invest such powers in mares sent Ricochet's features lifting with surprise. He had always known mares to be awfully willed creatures that not only stood up to stallions but frequently beside them. It was a characteristic he had not always agreed with, knowing them to be physically weaker, yet he saw the worth of their minds which were devious and crafty as ever. If not equals, mares certainly deserved hooffuls of respect.
So he respected her with an inclination of his head to his chest. A small gesture of acceptance and humbleness, a unique thing from a stallion such as he. "If it is such that you will it, I would be happy to escort you through the lands of the Foothills, and the rest of Helovia should you so desire. Perhaps even a more exclusive location... I'd enjoy to know more of a home that does not deliver such choices upon mares. It is wholly different here and I suspect the culture may take some, adjustment."