"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.
one small life in exchange for a second chance at history? I'VE ALWAYS LOVED A BARGAIN
Naerys had opted for complete and utter silence throughout the meeting. Perhaps it was done to save her own hide or perhaps it was done to avoid any negative repercussions for her family. Honestly, we'll likely never know. Tembovu's hardened gaze had, after several minutes, the desired effect of softening the obvious glare of death from her face. He is, after all, still the king of the Edge and the Edge is her birthplace, her heart. She's more at home here than anywhere else in Helovia. And she isn't about to ruin that now. Although, if she were to be completely honest with herself, she altered her expression more out of fear than anything else. She is afraid of Tembovu; afraid that he will burn her, just as he'd burned Mauja.
And she doesn't think she can survive that.
The fear manifests itself as a deep-rooted anger in her chest. Anger that a king could ever dare to harm a man as loyal as Mauja threatened to consume her, to push her from the only place she's ever called home. No. She can't run. She can't leave her family, Mauja, and Caenan behind with him. She can't risk losing anyone she cares about to such a beast. So the painted girl stands her ground, waiting patiently (barely) for the meeting to conclude and the crowd to dissipate. Later she would find her favorite pirate and congratulate him on his promotion. Now is the time for answers (preferably without getting burned). Naerys watches as the others slip away, disappearing into the trees the way she so longed to do. Out in the open on the cliffs, with her aunt and mother gone from her side, she couldn't help but to shiver. The chill alone leaves her feeling rather disgruntled and she fights to keep the grimace off of her youthful face (he'd probably think it was directed at him).
Her teal gaze travels back to where she last saw him standing and she finds him alone. Finally. Exhaling a soft sigh, the girl swallows hard against the lump of anxiety building in her throat. It made her so nervous to be alone with him - a notion that left her feeling unsteady. No one should ever feel that way about their King. And yet, she does but it doesn't stop her from approaching him. There's no hesitation in her approach, no lack of confidence or self-assurance in the way she holds herself (but she isn't overconfident, either). Naerys is careful to betray nothing.
She can't let him see the fear in her heart.
Long legs and dainty hooves slow their movement and bring the girl to a halt before Tembovu. Once there, the passionflowers begin a steady though unnaturally quick growth surrounding her hooves, forming a fragrant bed of purple and white beneath the painted filly. Somehow, she manages to avoid shifting her hooves (which would only betray her anxiety over the situation) and instead, with a face so carefully sculpted and neutral, she lifts her vivid eyes in an attempt to meet his darker gaze. Naerys searches for the right words, for all the things she longed to tell him (or, better yet, yell at him for) but none of her inner rantings seem adequate now. Instead, a single word slides from her lips with a surprising level of ease. "Why?" she asks, her voice somewhat firm but highly feminine. And she falls silent, attempting to hold onto his gaze as though that were enough to force him to tell her the truth.
Mbwene, after seeing the white man fade away from her Elephant, had turned her bright blue gaze to watch the bay and white girl approach. A wary gaze (for, after all the darkness, anguish, pride, unease, happiness— the rollercoaster that had been their bond, she could not help but be wary) and slowly flapping ears met the slow approach of her long, youthful legs. Her trunk squeezed once, both giving and seeking reassurance, around his hock before loosening as the elephant calf shuffled underneath his barrel. She was exhausted, her curiosity spent in the face of such turbulent emotions during the meeting. She was content to watch the girl with teal eyes from beneath her bonded.
The Elephant King, still caught in the turmoil of Mauja’s request escape, turned hardened, angry, hurt eyes to Naerys’ bright, expectant ones. She stood before him, passionflowers blooming in spite of the snow (she stood, a girl in spite of a King), carefully skilled to impassivity. In the far reaches of his mind, he was impressed— it was admirable control this young woman showed. Much more than her mother.
He casted the thoughts of Alysanne aside (for that will only frustrate him more). An ear flicked backwards, listening to Mbwene shift beneath him, while the other trained on Naerys to catch her single question, still bravely staring down her King.
He blinked once. A short, hard sigh pushed through his nostrils as the gears in his mind switched to this demand. It seemed the Elephant King was heeding many demands after this meeting. All of them unpleasant.
Both, black-rimmed ears swung forward to the passionflower framed girl. “Why what, Naerys?” His low voice rumbled, somewhat sharply, as the sting from Mauja’s betrayed face still sat as a drying drop of blood beneath his horn.
@Naerys set right after Mau stormed off at the end of the meeting!