"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.
More mistakes, more errors - the regrets started pouring immediately into her soul, into her essence, into all the fire and brimstone she’d carved for herself – but she refused to break apart. Strength and fortitude brushed up against her flames and coaxed them to pretty little embers, so as she stared, waiting for the backlash, she didn’t fall to pieces. The Songbird was more than silly ditties and vivid strains; and the sooner he realized it the better. Perhaps all of this had been for naught, she’d been stupid and fanciful, bending to capricious whims and dancing along some string she’d inevitably break. He’d see her for the ridiculous way she lived, trying to fight but sinking, drowning, in the weight of her own mishaps, and any time she attempted, any time she fought against the current, it led her back to the rocks, let her crash against its gnarled, roughened ramparts. But that was all she was – vigilant and enduring, flawed and reverent, always desperately clawing and clenching, grasping and entangling herself down into the roots of the soil or the feathered wings of the canopy, losing her way every single time. She’d choose another path, this one filled with pebbles and music, follow it until the ends of the earth and the world, the stars, the horizon, the constellations, would see her for the measures of her true worth. His voice haunted her, the clenched, tightened jaw irritated her, and she raised her head, defiant until the end only because of tenacity and stubbornness holding her there. Don’t you see me now, she wanted to whisper, to shout, to cry, and to laugh. It’s what I’ve been telling you all along,. But she didn’t give it voice, and she didn’t look at Imogen, and she didn’t waver, obstinate, waiting for the strike of inevitably to fire against her, burn her away, piece by piece, and there’d be nothing left of her but those little worthless pieces her mother had always told her she was. The nymph, the fairy, the fey, had gone too far and the world would leave her again, as it always did, conveying hope and promise, then severing, splintering it away. “Yes,” Lena said, she was done, and stood stock-still, a fury, a fiery remnant of worn away shards and finite glories, stoic, even as she wanted to bite her lip, to apologize, to bow her head against the grain. She’d misunderstood somehow, she’d rushed in when she should’ve backed off, and the inevitable result of her defiance punctured her heart. Her words hadn’t been contrived or dipped in melody, hadn’t swept along the edges of the cliffs, hadn’t favored the hedges with beautiful, tangible harmonies; just one, keen, sharp note of rebellion and insurrection against one who likely hadn’t deserved it (just provoked, just nettled, just waited for her to be torn amongst the bundle of thorns).
Perhaps it was best she left, wandered and wound her way through the passages until she found her home again, until she was gone, until she was embraced by ice and snow, locked away in the valleys of her home. She’d done some great disservice in being offended, in being taken for nothing, in being unworthy, but she’d shown him exactly why the words had always haunted her, had always taken her, had always been blunt and painful.
But, instead of running away, she stayed. She waited to see the results of her latest blunder, for the ax to fall over her neck, to be encased and enshrouded in foolishness. She faced her errors like a soldier, like a knight, shield on the ground, thrown aside, sword lost in the thorns, stance poetic and contained, firm and regal, not bending, not yielding, not swaying – a pattern continued where it’d been left off.
He’d struck a chord that could no longer be unstrung. It hadn’t been intentional at first, but Lena’s berating and her pressing had touched on nerves Atlas hadn’t flexed in quite some time. This was the first instance in a long while that the stallion felt the need to walk away before his mouth ran ahead of his heart. Even as he watched her, that sculpted head thrown back and those eyes a piercing mixture of dark, amber ire, he still felt inclined to smile. It was likely the straw that broke the camel’s back, but he couldn’t resist this new and glorious part of the Mender that he’d never witnessed before. If Atlas didn’t believe that telling her “you’re so cute when you’re mad” would end in some fiery wrath from hell, he might have admitted to his ogling. But of course there was no reason to risk life and limb for a bit of childish play that would cost him more than he was willing to pay.
Instead, he turned from her and her seething, content to face the forward path leading only deeper into the Labyrinth. Lena’s voice from behind didn’t send him careening back around (despite the sudden urge to console her after causing her so much strife) but he listened intently nonetheless. It was a single word that had somehow been pressed between grit teeth from the sounds of it –her yes– and it didn’t sound like either of them were willing to give up their pride for the other. However, it appeared that neither party wanted to leave things on such a tense and unwelcome note, so Atlas did what he did best and resolved to give her space. “Good,” he stated in response, though he couldn’t find it in his heart to look back at the mare. “Save it for the next time we meet, which we will, and perhaps you can give me a proper lashing then.”
A lopsided smile fell into place as the stallion finally turned then to face the mare who had somehow managed to betwixt and offend him simultaneously. She hadn’t run for the hills just yet, as Atlas imagined she would, and the stallion took advantage of her momentary indecisiveness to approach. He wasn’t sure what Lena would allow him now that he’d pressed buttons and pulled strings, but he reached for her anyway, seeking to drape his neck over the fine points of her back. He would carry her touch away when he left, moving to take the opposing pathway away from the Mender and her complexities. He didn’t quite understand her yet and wasn’t sure that encroaching on her personal issues had done much in his favor, but he did know one thing for sure…. And that was that Atlas would simply have to dig deeper next time… just with more class.