"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.
Frostfall was lurking the hell boy like an assassin and it angered the already raging bull within him. He was simply not accustomed to such weather, wanting and needing the heat of the fires that burned not just within his soul but also the ones that rose from the ground, the need to feel the steam against his obsidian pelt. But even in the deserts of the Dragon's Throat where it was seemingly warmer than other parts of Helovia, Abaddon still felt like he was being torn apart by the chill winds.
His herdmates had been few and far between, he had spent the past week or so travelling across the Heavenly Fields and keeping his distance from all but his little demon, Glasgow. His mind drifted back to those moments with a glint of something, but he put this to the back of his wretched mind as he continued to stalk his way through the Throat, with his neck tucked deep into his chest and his skull bracing the cold air. It was funny how even with the winds that whipped it, the scar across his right-side of his cranium burned eternally. It seered into his bones as it was close to showing them as it was. With a huff and a grunt he continued pacing down further into the terraria, feeling the need to be more involved once more. He had drifted for too long... But the light snows made it difficult for him to feel like he was going to make any sort of impact on the lives of the creatures he was supposed to serve but honestly did not give a fuck about. His life was the only thing that mattered, and even then he was ready to commit his soul to the Devil.
Eventually he had come to a point of lingering in the desolate space, before his pools caught something close by - a white fox. With a squint he halted and stood his ground, feeling grains of sand and snow sticking to the bottom of his daggers and plastering his feathers as he waited for the creature to do something. He tilted his skull to show his horns, ready to attack if the little fox came close. But in the near distance it seemed that another was following behind. One like himself. With a feeling of desire for the knowledge that he could gain from this encounter he quickly forgot about any sort of danger the wolf would possess (knowing that his horns would be able to gut it like a fish) and he began his slow walk to face the blooded-mud creature that walked towards him. As he got closer he managed to study their features, the cranium with the line of ivory across the left-hand side a stark contrast to the darkness of the pelt, but with a distinctive femininity about it. He grunted, another female. He was sick of seeing the kind, but he knew that they were the weaker of their kind and therefore easy to defend should she pose a thread. She was pretty with the charcoal tassles that ran down her pelt and flowed but even Abaddon was unsure whether his herdmate would be quite so... willing, to be offended. He then halted once more, flicking his lobes in her direction and there he waited. She would come.
[OOC: Sorry for the delay! I hope this is okayy, he's basically waiting for Essetia to get curious and come to him as he's trying to be cool ;)]