"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.
It had been so refreshing for her to speak to another living, breathing creature. One who had mistaken her for a goddess, but Seren liked her, and when they had parted ways she had felt happier in some manner. Yet while she had walked to the Steppe, and had seen the Heart Caves, and the rolling ocean of the Endless Blue, nothing had been as relaxing as standing beneath those dancing lights. The feeling of home was so solid in her heart, it had stilled the monster in her head and brought the feeling of being alive back into her soul.
Something that been so lost for so long.
It was your own fault, yet the monster speaks, Seren closing her eyes as she walked to try to shut it out. She ignores it, ignoring that thing that tells her how she will never find anything she wants.
That she'll never be happy.
You never will be, you don't deserve it for what you did, and Seren's teeth grind as she stops, ducking her head and pushing it away. I don't need you, she speaks to herself, I don't need you get out!
She rushes forward in a sudden movement, unplanned and stupid all at once, and it was in this flurry that Seren's head struck a low branch, not realising she had come into a little forest, a grove, and a place she had not been. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the bark bite into her skin, tearing little holes in it's path, but this was no pain to her – nothing had been like the searing blood of the mad god, that burned her face and took her sight in her left eye.
Calming herself, ignoring her own mind, Seren stepped neatly through the trees now, her abrupt behaviour forgotten, as she slipped down to the water's edge to have a drink. The water was soothing to her, cold and wonderful. She was oblivious at the moment to the serenity of this place, the hidden grove here, as she quenched the thirst that had welled up quite strong in her throat.
Yet as she raised her head and looked around, her heart skipped a beat. It was truly calm here, the water making little noise, while the trees rustled and sang their own song in their strange voices, weaving the feeling of tranquillity into her body. Peaceful like this had not been felt since she left the Steppe.
Though Seren suddenly realised she doubted that she were the only one to know of such a place... Her gaze turned, looking about, finding she was not alone... and hoping that her intrusion into this place was not unwelcome...
03-10-2016, 09:35 PM (This post was last modified: 03-10-2016, 09:37 PM by Oultik.)
Oultik
"I don't need your tears
I don't want your love
I've just got to get home."
Oultik had thought to ask the celestial mare if she were a messenger, sent by the goddess of the night sky, but the question. She was a woman, she was permitted to be foolish. Some males found it to be endearing. Oultik did not. He turned and ducked beneath a cluster of branches. Erakro was interested in the mare still though with a great sigh the cub padded in ahead of the unicorn. They had moved a small distance by the time that Erakro had made up her mind. With no warning she scampered back towards the direction the mare had been traveling.
Surprised by her quick movement Oultik jerked his head up. "Erakro!" His horns clattered against the branches that he had been beneath and became lodged in-between a fork in the branches. Erakro merely flicked her tail in acknowledgement. A tooth poked out as she impishly grinned. So many times Oultik had responded to her desire to stop and play with something in a similar manner; a flick of his tail, a disinterested nod. This time he had no choice. She was in charge.
Erakro found the mare to have gone further down the path into a grove. With her funny little limp the lion cub ran over to the strange woman. There was no time to waste! She did not know how long it would take her father to free himself. Looking up at the unicorn that towered over her she blinked several times in awe at the strange coat she wore. And how well she wore it! Erakro ran in a circle around the woman painted by stars. The cub laughed at how dizzy it made her feel to run around quickly while trying to keep her eyes on the strange pelt that danced like the night sky.
"Erakro." Erakro dizzily stumbled into Oultik's leg. When had he gotten there? Stumbling back to land on her rump the cub shook her head to try to dispel the dizzy feeling and batted her lashes at the stallion. Erakro only wanted a friend! Surely he could not be angry at her for that. Oultik could not expect her to remain solely in his company. As innocent as the eyelashes that stroked her cheek made her appear to be, rebellion flashed in her eyes.
"You should-" Listen. Behave. Obey. Oultik thought of many ways to finish the sentence. His brow was heavy with all of the words that came to mind. "You should be proud of your own coat." Oultik's eyes were glinting with amusement as he looked to the eyes of the mare. He would bet that she too had expected him to admonish the cub. How could he though, when she looked at him like that?
Towards Erakro the stallion felt all of the love that he had been unable to give to a child of his own. His home had been burned and his people killed by the pegasi whenever he was no more than a young colt, just budding into a young stallion. He had spent the rest of his years attempting to right that wrong. Though he still drew breath into his lungs Oultik had often felt as though his own life had also been lost among the flames. Despite the urges, despite the wants; the yearnings, he had never taken mates and never sired children of his own. Oultik had never had the time to. It had never been safe for him to. Erakro was Oultik's first glimpse at what could still be.
The daughter at his hooves now was certainly not of his blood but she was of his heart and soul. Oultik reached down and lifted Erakro back to her paws. He did his best to straighten her fur. Erakro looked down at her own coat and licked it, she mussed it about getting it just how she liked it and then she too proudly puffed out her own chest. The lion proudly displayed her fur for the beautiful stranger. "I am Oultik and she is Erakro."