"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.
Winter. Such a melancholy season with its dreary rains and perpetual mist. Though the biting chill and deep snows of the mainland lose much of its effect this far south the winds still lament as it roams the confusing maze of the archipelago. Bowing the palm trees on storm-swept shores, stirring waves into a frenzy and causing them to hurl their frothing might against jagged black rock, until the very stone seem to weep from constantly dripping moisture, salt and brine.
And yet, a sound comes drifting with the mist that touch the cords of your heart more profoundly than any sighing wind could ever do. A melody, sweet and haunting and eternal as the rocking ocean draw you in, tempt - no dare you to seek out a lonesome cavern on a desolate shoreline, wrecked by waves and whistling winds.
The song speaks of danger and struggles, but also of hope, and teasing rewards. The entrance to the cave is narrow and steeped in darkness, but there is no doubt that this is the place from where the song emanates.
Will you dare set foot inside and answer the call?
She is quietly watching the waves this morning. The early golden light kissing the white brimmed claws that reach from the tossing waters. Grayness threatens to move in and steal the growing light away. Gentle winds grow more powerful by the second and the waves slap a little harder each time they find the coal colored stone rising from the rocking seas. It may even start raining or thundering soon, she muses to herself.
And what a lonely day today – it's days like these that I wish more of you, Mother. More of your presence, your guidance. A chance to hear your voice, because I fear I skew it each time I try to drudge the memories from my mind.
She closes her golden eyes with a soft sigh that rolls out into the air in white curls of breath-mist before dissipating. That tail of hers is always swishing, swatting and dangling its lacy white plume just over the ground or lifted over her dappled back – especially when her thoughts run like they are now. Without knowing it she steps further and lets the cold water wrap her feathered ankles. The cold jolts her away from her sorrowful daydreams and a whuff billow from her pink nostrils, which now flare a little. Her tail snaps and dances behind her while she erupts into a spirited spin, frolicking from the receding water with a playful kick.
Look over there!
Something pulls at her ears, her eyes, and her full attention to the dark mouth of a mysterious looking cavern. She's not sure why she's suddenly looking at it, into it, wanting to approach it with utter curiosity. She looks east, west... is there anyone else around? Her skin shivers beneath her steely gray fur. An adventure partner would be just the perfect thing right now..
Macaria
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
(picture by smithers)
[i just copied the tags from the plot post, apologies if you're not participating right away.]
The wanderings of the restless yearling travelled east, along the terrible force of the winds, and the dark waters of the ocean. From the sky she fought hard against the twists and pulls of the winds. Her breath became heavy, wings to burn underneath the strain. She could not last for very long, lest she be pulled and shoved into the rocky cliffs, or dragged into the depths of the sea. Preferring that she remain alive and intact, she spots the shoreline and makes a hasty decent farther back from Macaria.
In her haste she omits the dark, silvery form up ahead. And squeals when a gust sends her suddenly sideways. Into the shallow waters of the beach nearly tripping from the water. Her breath is held as she bites her tongue, it’s frigid and nasty! And its hurts, as she leaps for the dry and pebbled shore…
The wind here is a constant force, though as the youth pulls her white and dusky slate wings to her sides, she is simply relieved. Thankful, and happy all the while. She lowers her head, closing her eyes and relishes in the break. Her breaths shake her body, only for a moment before she lifts that head – bright eyes widening as a pull leads her further. A melody of a sort, an invisible gravity pricks her ears and tugs the rusted chords of a childlike curiosity.
A disjointed coo exits from her mouth; noting the silvery figure from which her eyes are drawn to. She is intreagued by the golden crown settled upon that head, the tail that wavers along the wind. At once those darkened limbs take foot of the beach, allured (furthermore) by the tune despite the crash of each raging wave, or the screams that twist and screech between the isles. Filling her temporary fatigue with a jolting thrill for adventure and mystery found anew.
She lifts her head up as the youth closes the distance between them, a light layer of small, white feathers speckled that neck and her stubby tail. A cheerful whinny breaches the silence, the filly stills, halting to draw her gaze upon the cavernous mouth beyond. Finally bobbing her head in its direction, before settling on the much larger filly.
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