"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.
Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try
It was no perfect day, it was no perfect life, but he was content in himself. Worries were not cast upon his horned head, his thoughts weren't clouded, resting in a clear ease. It was in these days that he wondered, let the land speak to him, while he traveled across it's isles, soaking in all that it had to offer. He had returned recently from patrolling and the threshold. Patrolling allowed an excuse for his constant wandering, that in all actuality was just wandering. Today though, he let the sanctuary of the sands soothe him. The breeze was not too cold, being particularly nice for the coming season. He had not experienced a winter in the throat, the thoughts of snow covering the sand built dunes not easily imagined. Did it snow in the throat of the dragon? Suddenly, Miseal was quite interested for the nearing frostfall.
Turning his attention away from white thoughts, he neared the heart of his home, searching for a certain man of flaming wings. He'd been wanting to discuss some questions and thoughts concerning his rank for quite a while now, but the chromed became distracted by an unexpected child and never tracked down Gaucho. Miseal wanted to know more about what he could do, for he hadn't really seen any meetings with the other spies of the Dragon's throat, nor had he seen the black and crimson. Surely, the Sultan had ideas to unite the sneaks. So with respectful chords he called out for Gaucho, words bellowing across the ever-shifting sands. He stood and waited, golden orbs scanning the desert for the man of copper and fire.
"Talk?"
OCC: Worst intro post writer of the year award goes to me lol @Gaucho
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..
It took longer than normal for Gaucho to arrive. There had been much on his mind lately - the state of the herd with regards to the others, his tumultuous situation with Ampere and Mesec, his ever expanding family...and then there were his regular duties; patrolling, meetings, spars.
And so, Misael had to wait. But not forever. Gaucho would always come.
On simmering blackened wings, the Wildfire glided over the sands. He flew low enough that each beat of his wings pushed some of the reddish sands around, causing small sand-storms to rise up momentarily, in his wake.
He spied the oddly-coloured stallion ahead of him, and so as not to subject him to the bloody granuals, landed. Gaucho tucked his ever-burning wings against his flanks, already slightly sweaty from the days exertions, and moved gracefully but with purpose towards the unicorn. The dark patches around Gaucho's eyes looked even darker, as weariness had seemed to found a permanent place inside of him. Still, he was a warrior at heart, and would continue on until he had no more left to give.
"Misael." He offered once he was close enough, nodding his antlered skull slightly. "You call?"
Vorsa's bright orangey-red body landed on Gaucho's antlers - though she was careful to stay away from where Mara was currently curled up. The pheonix was now able to control when her body burst into flame, but she knew that the core of herself was still quite hot. She couldn't burn Gaucho, but she could easily scorch the snake if she wasn't careful.
03-04-2016, 07:19 PM (This post was last modified: 03-04-2016, 07:26 PM by Misael.)
Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try
Miseal had waited, he had become a patient man, long ago he could've never said that, but now, he respected the time of the leaders and he knew that it was very limited. He also could relate to the pressures and strangeness of becoming a father. He had heard of the birth of twins, and that had to be quite a lot of work. The chromed had yet to visit Anzaine, but he had plans to do so, it was just taking a bit of time. Just as everything was.
Never did Gaucho come to Miseal without it being some array of dramatic, sandstorms and fire, what was next, a flaming hurricane? Nevertheless, Miseal returned the nod, offering the wildfire the earned gratitude he deserved. Without wasting time, Miseal spoke. He wasn't quite sure what Gaucho thought of the striped stallion, but he would prove himself if the bay found it so necessary. "Thanks for answering" He started, golden's relaxing on the Wildfire's orbs. "I wanted to discuss my rank and what more I could do or offer for the Dragon's Throat. I am at a place where I am very comfortable with dedicating myself wholly to the herd, and I just wanted to know your thoughts on this. I have been keeping up with my tasks, and am ready for more." He said strongly, there was no question to what was Miseal's goal, but he understood to reach such recognition was going to take proving and time, and he was very willing to offer such. As well as the fact that he believed the throat only offered one position, and he would not fight Ghost for it, he just wants to know what more he can do, if anything. "On a side note, I am hoping to get with Ghost to talk about a frostfall meeting or games with our spies, if you are alright with that." He added, sealing his lips then so that Sultan may speak.