"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.
01-12-2016, 12:04 AM (This post was last modified: 01-12-2016, 12:06 AM by Katerina.)
She had done it. Ventured out of the protection that was the world's edge. It was exhilarating, all new things, flavors, colors, lives, that the silver soaked in each chrome the world of Helovia offered her. At the same time, she felt bare, naked in this world that was not her home. The world of blue skies and strange weathers. This one, was cold, a feeling she had only ever read about in the libraries of Isisi, the absence of heat it was called. How strange it was, these feelings that this place brought to her. Katerina could feel the spin of gears as her eyes and mind scattered about, focusing and lapping up too many things at once. She did not feel overwhelmed though, but merely surprised with how different and alike the two nations were. Where all nations so different, so similar? Did the equine race show patterns?
The sound of water broke her away from her unanswerable questions, ears tipping forward as she broke through the wilds into a sanded place. The terrain felt cool under her daggers, each step melting into the sands as if she was just a part of it rather then separate. Her eyes then followed the soft footing to a beautiful scene of crashing waves. The silver was instantly awed, watching with stunned eyes as the waves gathered, fell, and repeated, the process so calming. The water was crystalline and azure, contrasting against the translucent silver, clear, waters of her home. It was beautiful though, to see such colors weaved in the landscape of Helovia. Her roaring mind slowed then, a relieving sigh escaping her as she let the serenity of the ocean tide soothe the thoughts of exploration.
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind
Caenan had woke in the morning as a foal. His rumbling accented voice was gone; although still accented, it came to him in higher a higher pitch than what he had heard in quite some time. The stallion was growing as accustomed as one could become to their age having a case of the hiccups. It rose and fell on a whim leaving him breathless.
Perhaps this time his magic had came out to offer the stallion aide. The previous day he had spent training. Caenan was taking his position as Protector incredibly serious; especially for him, a stallion who viewed few things with seriousness. He had dreaded how sore he would be but his magic had given him the gift of a light body of a young colt and the chipper mind of one also. No seriousness for him today. Today he was taking a break. And he would enjoy it. Immensely. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal if he never got his magic under control.
Caenan still kept most of the thoughts belonging to his real age but they had the flair of a much younger colt. He could not stay still! Up and down the shore he pranced, bucked, ran, and jumped. The gulls laughed at the colt-stallion but they would not play with him. It irritated him. What was the point if there was no one to enjoy the day with? His older brain scoffed at the neediness of the younger one. But both sides of his brain approved of who came to the Endless Blue, older him was interested in a beauty that visited the sea and the younger side would have settled for anyone that looked halfway interesting.
"Miss!" Caenan giggled at himself, "Miss! You are very pretty." As the foal version of himself he batted his lengthy eye lashes that all the young are blessed with. He had considered calling her 'pwetty' but he thought that might be overkill. The stallion did not know where this game was going and would have to make sure he kept dignity after it was finished.
She has calmed, the waves so utterly soothing and serene that she almost didn't hear the sound of another calling out to her. It was if the water was the only thing that her mind could hear and everything else was just void to her, unwanted and unneeded. She turns her head though, a lazy tired look in her eyes as she finds herself settling on the small frame of a young colt. He compliments her, and a small smile escapes her. He is so young, so naive, so innocent. Sometimes she wished that she could have such a mind, that she did not have the knowledge of her 97 years of life, did not have the burdens of 97 years of life. But the silver did have those things, and she could not mull over the negativity that such items gave her. There was too little time(even though it seemed like there was too much) to be negative.
"Why thank you little one!" She offers kindly, enjoying the company of the child. It had been so long since she had been around children, and they were one of her favorite things. There was a lurch in a barrel, a sadness that was realized that she could never have one of her own. It was all she had ever wanted, but the gods did not gift her with child-bearing fertility. Think positive Katerina Stella. She told herself, silvers blinking as she refocused on the bay colt. "What is your name?"
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