"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.
02-09-2016, 08:23 PM (This post was last modified: 02-10-2016, 04:15 PM by Soren.)
SOREN
Run away with me, Lost souls and reverie, Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me
Nerves where currently buzzing in my body, as I made my way out to the heavenly fields. I had to patrol here, which was great! Fine and dandy, it's a lovely place. If you'd ever been there, you would know that it was gorgeous. You could fall in love with the landscape in a heart beat. The walk there is wonderful as well. Long, and high, yes. But it was worth it in the end.
No, my nerves had nothing to do with my assigned patrol area. It had more to do with my partner this time round. The last time I had Aaron, and Murtagh had joined up quickly after. It was a good time. This time I had Archibald. Archi-fucking-bald. Aka, Guy who nearly pummeled me into the ground at the World's Edge a couple years back. Pretty much barely got away, and only got away alive because bitchy sister Ktulu came in clutch.
Taking a deep breath I try to calm myself. I was positive the giant could smell fear. I just hoped to god he didn't recognize me. It was foggy that night, wasn't it? Something in my gut told me that I wouldn't escape Archibald's memory, and I prayed that I wasn't going to die today.
Shaking my grey head I tried to focus on the view, and the slowly thinning air. For awhile the view worked. The cold air blew at my coat, and eventually the mist on the clouds froze to my fur, giving me an odd frosty look. Hilariously enough it fit my magic. Drawing forth the power inside, I let a blue flame flicker forward, and watched as a shrub slowly became solid ice. Once it was done, I let the cold flame die, and I moved onward. It wasn't long until I reached the top, and found myself looking at the heavenly fields. My blue eyes searched for the monstrous beast that was my leader. He was either here, or behind me. And I wasn't sure what was worth. Slowly I take a shaky breath, drawing the cold air in deeply, before blowing it out in a puff of grey mist. The effect made me feel a bit like a dragon, and it gave me a boost of confidence. I needed it.
And I say, Hey, hey hey hey, Living like we're renegades
02-10-2016, 08:49 PM (This post was last modified: 02-10-2016, 08:49 PM by Freyja.)
these lofty thoughts are killing me
preoccupied with what i could be</style>
Leaving the Edge had been a terrible idea, Freyja decided. The temperatures dropped progressively with each day that passed - late winters were always the worst, she thought - and the bay mare found herself getting more miserable as the degrees dropped further and further. Why she had ever thought it to be a good idea to go out and about today, she wasn't entirely sure. But as she wandered up the twisting, winding path, she berated herself for doing so.
She kept her head ducked, muzzle pressed against her chest, as if trying to draw herself inwards to conserve warmth. The air was particularly frigid today, and she wondered why she ever thought it was a decent idea to trek through the ice and the snow looking for entertainment. She found herself shivering almost constantly, her delicate frame quivering as she navigated her way through the thick fog that blanketed the ground, obscuring her vision. She couldn't see more than a few feet in front of her, which made for quite the surprise when she looked up to see a large grey stud standing in her path.
Not expecting to have someone before her so suddenly, she stopped short, taking several steps back and gasping, clearly startled by his presence. "Oh! I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to run into you. Please, forgive me." She ducked her head, trying to keep the quaking of her body under control as she stood before this stranger, whom she likened to an apparition, the grey stallion shrouded in mist. A chill ran down her spine, and she cursed to herself mentally, feeling more miserable now that she had stopped moving. It was just so damn cold, and Freyja had never been very tolerant of subzero temperatures. She shivered again, her entire body trembling visibly as the chill bit into her, freezing her to the core. She just wanted to be somewhere warm - was that so much to ask for?
Perhaps... "Say, do you know anywhere warm around here? Above freezing, preferably." Soliciting directions from strangers might not have been the best things to do, but at this point, she was frankly sick of the snow and the bone-chilling cold. If she could just escape these bitter temperatures, even for a little while, she would be extraordinarily happy.
((ooc: please excuse this sorry ass post, I was in a rush ;w; ))