"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.
12-18-2015, 06:36 PM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2015, 04:38 AM by Gull.
Edit Reason: fixing tag!
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Gull! underneath it all, we're just savages
Life here ain’t half bad, you decide as the palm fronds sway above you and a light breeze tousels your mane. That’s the stuff, you think, and you sigh aloud in satisfaction. Gods, island living suits you. You’ve concluded that between the sun and the grub, any fool would be set for life—but wait, there’s more! Ocean views from every room in the place, a jungle to explore, weird creatures that wash up on the beach…the list goes on. But best of all: no neighbors. Not only did that make the island a perfect little love shack, but it made it easy to drive away any unwanted visitors. From your spot in the shade, you can look out to the ocean, ready to send any filthy unicorns packing. Your eyes narrow in vicious pleasure as they flit over to the mess of coconuts and palm fruits you have stockpiled along the beach—perfect to pelt them with, should they dare to disturb your domain.
There’s really only one thing that could make this place better. It’s the perfect starter set for your own personal Playboy Mansion…except that the ladies are kind of missing. Well, except for Firebug, you concede with a smirk. It was thanks to her that you had properly christened the island, you remember oh-so-vividly. For just a moment, you close your eyes, enjoying the mental image of that perky little a—
Wait.
Something goes off in the back of your brain, and your eyes snap open immediately, scanning the horizon for any would-be invaders. It is unclear whether it is scent, sound, or paranoia that interrupted your fantasy, but you get the feeling that you’re not alone. Still looking around, you reach for the nearest coconut. Any bastard who thinks he can sneak up on you had better get ready for a nice surprise.
12-28-2015, 07:38 PM (This post was last modified: 12-28-2015, 07:45 PM by Orithia.)
ORITHIA
The sun warmed sands provided a welcome relief to the beautiful monotony of her new misty home. It was not that her Edge of the World wasn't aesthetically pleasing - it was easily one of the most lovely realms that she had ever entered - but the dame was bred and born in the sandy dunes of Uumalah. She was a Sahara rose, her soft petals and prickly thorns blossomed only in the unrelenting heat of the sun.
The desert was in her bones. It was in her blood.
Her hooves left half-crescents in the sand as she walked, the ocean waves lapping at the shore to her right and odd piles of coconuts to her left. Despite the serenity of her surroundings, the blushed mare felt anything but serene; peace was a luxury she would never enjoy. She was constantly alert, forever keenly aware of her surroundings and the consequences of her actions. As her ears swiveled about, Orithia noted the scent of another equine floating upon the salt-spattered breeze. Breathing deeper, the pale viper registered the identifying musk of a male and turned her flat pastel gaze to her left.
There was someone there, peeking out from the shadows and toward her remarkably noticeable form. She felt a twinge of rage alight within her chest at the thought of a stallion looking at her, of a male's eyes traversing the soft curves of femininity that she had been saddled with. Orithia had buried her entire being in the soft, welcoming embrace of rage, and now it seemed that disgust had began to blossom.
"Show your godforsaken face, stranger, before I tear it from your skull."
jfc ori you cant just rip people's faces off
Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
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