"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.
Holy SHITBALLS, it's fucking cold up here! And lucky me, I didn't have a single damn clue as to where it was that I was even marching through. After meeting with an older stallion on the flat plateau not too far away, I left to continue my adventures up north. Why? I couldn't fucking tell you. Maybe because there was no one to tell me I couldn't? There was no reason that I shouldn't? Hell, even if there was, I would probably march my happy ass up this mountain side in defiance. I couldn't even begin to tell you as to why I would act in such a way, but that's prerogative.
At the very least, I could be grateful that it was not currently snowing. The sun was just beginning to touch at the horizon, painting the sky with the most glorious reds, oranges, pinks and purples one could imagine. The winter wonderland reflected the rainbow of color, placing me in a real life work of art that could freeze my ass off. As pretty as it was, I thought back to the mention of some of the herds that I had heard about. There was supposed to be a unicorn herd around here somewhere, right? The supremacists of the north, the high and mighty of their icy prison. Maybe they were strictly unicorn because no one else wanted to freeze their asses off just to say they were special. Unless they were some hairy bastards, I couldn't picture wanting to live in a herd in this environment. Then again, I couldn't picture living in a herd at all. More than once, others tried to convince me that living within the confines of a herd would be best for me. It was "dangerous" to live alone after all. Yet here I stood. The only thing dangerous about living alone was the potential to die of boredom.
"There's gotta be some way to liven this joint up..."
Every step was taken with precision, with confidence and poise with every crunched progression across the frozen tundra, muscles coiling and riplling upon an ebony brindled hide. The cold seeped past her coat, radiating through raw muscle and bone, sinking into her core and driving her onwards. Molten-gold and frozen-silver oculars surveyed her surroundings, watching, waiting, teeth gnashing and lips quivering with every step that the prowling beast took.
The Frostbreath Steppe was just as she remembered; barren and frozen. Little was different from what she could remember, and that was good. Rhiannon detested change. Maybe that was one of the reasons that she enjoyed calling the Basin her home; change rarely happened... And when it did occur, it was only for the better. Hopefully it would stay that way.
There was, however, something different on this particular stroll. A figure stood in the distance, speckled and splattered with whites, browns, and blacks, and the brindled devil's dual-toned gaze narrowed as she sized up her prey. Large horns were held proudly upon the female's brow, but her colors, well... They did not carry the intoxicating allure that other females held. No, Rhiannon enjoyed the exotic collorations of those that she desired to bed, so perhaps this youngling was safe.
Slinking forward like a stalking predator, hooves crunching the snow beneath her supple weight, Rhiannon spoke.
"You should be careful what you wish for, little miss." A flirtatious purr escaped Rhiannon's dark lips before she could truly stop herself. She'd already indulged on one mare since returning to Helovia... Did she dare move on to another? The answer would remain to be seen.
Perhaps.
"If you are looking for action, you've come to he wrong place." This youngling did not smell of the Basin. She smelt foreign, different, like an outsider. Lifting her jaw, Rhiannon's gaze bore down on the shorter female, teeth clenched tightly within her maw. Hopefully she would pick her words carefully. "The Steppe offers little for entertainment."
Speaking to this triple-toned creature, Rhiannon felt her heart calm itself into a steady throb within her ebony breast. Nothing stirred in her loins for this little mistress. Perhaps that was for the best.