"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.
He was a shadow on the beach at high noon. The sands wound around his hooves and warmed them in the sun. He'd stand there in the warmth of the sun for what seemed like hours. But now it was time to move and find a place to rest in the shade.
Trudging through the sand he made it to the place where the sand met the forest and green undergrowth with disdain, condescension. He didn't think much about the others lurking there in the shade as well or who else could have spotted him moving, finally, out of the open. He watched the sands stir with a slight wind that wasn't there before, though it was not strong enough to blow a leaf off of a tree, it was still wind.
The man was never content with who he was shaped to be. He'd always wanted more. He'd always thought more was what he would get. But it wasn't and never was until he found this place. Helovia. This was his more; and his new home. He just had to learn to like it. Learn to find new friends, make them instead of ignore them, for a change. Be the man he wanted to be. Not the one his parents wanted him to be.
It sounded like a boy's teenage story, for it was, until he wasn't a teen anymore, but an adult and had to start dealing with his own problems of misunderstanding. He was a man now, not a teen (obviously). But he still had that teen's sarcastic and confused mind. He needed to stop getting pushed around by his parents. Stop letting them mold him.
Now he was finally gone from their herd in the Rift. Here. And thank the gods because here was a damn perfect place, if he were to be honest. But if he wasn't honest, and just being a jerk about it, he would call it hot or gross or he'd make a sarcastic comment about it's inhabitants. But he couldn't. Not yet. Not until he actually met one.
He'd made his way here to find someone. Anyone. A friend, perhaps. And he kept his intention to find them. No matter how long it took, whoever they were, he'd keep them in his heart and his head. Go back to them when they needed help or reassurance because they were his first. No matter if they hate him or love him, he'll always return. No matter if they spit on the grounds he walks on or don't believe in the things he does, they would remain a friend. Nothing can beat the power of firsts, for Madigan.
He just hoped that this first didn't hate him as much as his parents had.
From the cool shade of the palm trees, he rested, watching and waiting. It was surprisingly infrequent that intruders disturbed these shores, but even still Gull was ready. His stockpiles of coconuts and palm fruits lay scattered along the treeline, laden high with arsenal. Sometimes the fruit rotted under the sun, but he figured that it didn’t matter. The more disgusting, the better. The winged stag had already greeted one unwelcome visitor with a shower of berries, and he found that he rather enjoyed watching his victims flailing about beneath his fruity rain of terror.
When he saw the smudge appear on the horizon, he blinked once, as if to assure himself that it wasn’t the sun playing tricks on him. But the lone figure didn’t disappear, only moved steadily towards him. Roused from his post, Gull trotted over to his nearest stockpile and grabbed a palm frond loaded with berries. Luckily for the intruder, these were relatively fresh. Still though, they were round, hard, green little suckers that might leave a few bruises if he aimed right. Teeth bared around the branch, Gull grinned in anticipation before galloping down the beach and into the sky.
As he flew towards the intruder, his suspicions were confirmed: another blasted unicorn, come to disturb the peace. Not on my watch, buddy, Gull thought, and he swung into a lazy circle overhead, ready to unload the full measure of his wrath in fruit. “HEY!” he barked as best as he could around the frond in his mouth. It came out a little garbled and rather less intimidating than he would have liked, but hopefully it got the beast’s attention. Vigorously, Gull shook the branch as he passed above, sending the berries flying to the earth. If luck was on his side, perhaps some would even find their target.