"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’s a good thing I’m not, he’d responded to her line about gods, about stars painted on coats, about galaxies and their rotating axis. Curiosity indulged, entreated, her to a bit of wondering on her part, as she turned to glance at him from the corner of her eyes – brooding and tempestuous again, a turbulent means controlled by a makeshift quilt of something she couldn’t quite ascertain. Why wouldn’t he want to follow what so many others dreamed of: far-off kingdoms aligned in heaven, all-powerful rites and enchantments, omniscient and immortal, granting abilities, hindering mortals, delivering gifts of bestowal and acceptances of the inevitable? Why would he yearn, crave, and desire the capability to see everything in the world? Had he already ghosted too far into Elysium, once, twice, and realized what it truly was? Had he already climbed Jacob’s ladder before, witnessed the top of puffy clouds and whimsical barbs, and found it wasn’t to his liking? Had he fallen, wings cut away, to journey with the rest of them, destined to intertwine with determination, falsehoods, and merriment, until that was gone too? “I don’t mind,” she shrugged, appeasing him with a lighthearted grin and features that were all the more emboldened, consuming the liberation, the freedom, he gave her, he pushed her towards.
Another had done that for her before, but she shoved those memories aside, ignoring the chill rushing through her skull.
Instead, she glimmered on gilded crowns and sparkling tiaras, placing the webbing, the crawling, the hurt aside, staring at canopies and loose, shaking leaves on the wind, propelling her inquiries into reality, forgoing the veils and shrouds, the cloaks and daggers, because if he got to see her for what she truly was, it was only right he’d do the same for her. “If not a God, what have you always wanted to be?” The Songbird asked her question upon the breeze, carefully crafted in dulcet tones, so as it surely met his ears she could stare upon him, watch his expression, and ponder the munitions behind celestial bodies and fragmented ideals. It didn’t matter to her what he was, truly, she’d already accepted him for all the actions he’d enabled, all the deliverance he’d shared, all the locks, all the cages he’d opened; but audacity and boldness had crept in with her valor, incapable of being shut away with the rest of her sins and transgressions.
The fairy must’ve looked away when he began uttering his regrets, glancing down the lane of hedges and jungle vines, peering through the gaps and corridors, the strange, unwinding avenues that cut away in all sorts of different directions. Instead of being lost, of being trapped, of being ensnared in the warren, she’d been freed, and she almost choked on a gale of laughter, on a spirited giggle formed along her tongue. But she did just the opposite, arching her brow at the beast who took blame, who took shame, for things far out of his control. “You have no reason to apologize.” She did laugh then, preferred it open and carved on another gale of wind, watching the flowers and buds again as they waved it away; as Imogen chirped and chirruped beneath swiveling brush and fronds, never asking if she was all right, understanding the need to press on, to not break, to not shatter under the weight of so many memories.
The little fey shuddered though, when he crept behind her and touched, delicately, softly, over the scars mottled down her back (scorched marks from Gaucho himself; because he’d chosen to hate instead of propose armistice, because she’d asked to receive fire and brimstone in her heart, in her soul, and the Sun God had done exactly that, stared at her like she’d been the biggest fool at her request, and again when she returned, blighted and marred). She didn’t shy away, she didn’t flee, but her muscles bunched beneath the lightness of his touch, and her stare went downcast, for a just a few moments, before she turned her head and glanced at him again. Her smile had faded, drawn back into a line, brows furrowed, sketched in contemplation and concern, because she wouldn’t have wanted him there, just like she shouldn’t have asked Roland to come (but she’d been so scared, so frightened, so stupidly, idiotically selfish). “It’d been a quest I appealed from the Sun God,” she admitted, she pressed, she ensured he’d see her for an absolute cretin, leave her there in the labyrinth, incapable of helping her any further, for she was too far gone. The nymph’s voice grew a little quieter, barely above a whisper, when she uttered her sins and iniquities. “I wanted magic to protect my herd, and it came with a price.” Eyes lifted to his, powerful and courageous in their own right. “Even if you’d been there, you couldn’t have saved me the pain. It was for me to endure, to understand, what I’d asked of him.” Then she smiled again, a sheen brighter than before, wrapped and coiled around her lips, along her mouth, amidst the foils and fumbles of her days spent in Helovia. “So don’t take my mistakes upon yourself. Those are mine to carry.”