"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.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under
The Sun ruled here, even as it did in the Dragon's Throat, but there was something so foreign about this place. On her island home the sands rose and fell in ever-shifting waves. broken by the oasis and the constant movement of bodies; it was as much an ocean as the waters surrounding it, full of all the pulsing, heaving life, all the violence of it. Here all was calm and though there was water and sand, all that she saw was light. The silence, the stillness, sewn together as seamless and the earth and sky, oh to Asavvi this was paradise.
War. Her mother had told her that even as Asavvi and her brother had been only a stirring in Megaera’s womb, their mother had seen the Sun do battle here. Asavvi did not recall those memories, even though the tickled on the edge of her senses, she willfully shut them out. She had seen war, had stood amidst battlefields that spanned generations. From the first she had seen in the Labyrinth, she called them up again and again, wherever she could find them, trying to understand what her mother and father must know. IT was too much, she didn’t want to see anymore. They said ‘sacrifice’. They said ‘honor’. They said ‘glory’. All Asavvi had seen was pain.
Here in the the flats she could forget that. here she could just stand, surrounded by salt and sky, and wait for the sun to go down. The stars would come out then, the brilliance of the heavenly canvas reflected in the shallow waters. Stars upon start and she would add hers to throng and there, she knew, would be true glory: an angelic anthem of silent light. In the morning she would make her way home again (just because she didn’t always understand her family didn’t mean that she did not love them dearly) but first she would wait. Yes, she would wait.
04-21-2016, 03:50 PM (This post was last modified: 04-21-2016, 03:50 PM by NPC.)
This place was his. Now, however, it was in this new world. Unlike the others that came through the portal of the Rift, this creature was alone and scared and chose to stay within the Flats rather than attempt to explore the foreign realm. Timid, he had skittered away whenever a stranger approached his hiding place. Now, however, many seasons had passed and he had become accustomed to this Helovia.
He had not, however, interacted with any natives.
One was coming. She walked on legs like stilts, tall and elegant and young. His light ears perked up, his wiry body stiffening some as he contemplated his options. Did he skitter away, like he had done always; or, did he stay, talk to her? His head lowered, bird-like eyes narrowing some as he thought. His feathers ruffled, tail flicking behind him. Whatever he was, he was oddly handsome. Small, downy feathers covered his body instead of hair, and his wings were large like a pegasus. He had tri-toed hooves and a small-ish, Arabian-like head. His eyes were more like a bird's than a horse's, but his ears were immeasurably equine. He had a mane and a tail, though long white feathers mixed with thick, curly hair. He was mostly white, with some glistening blues and silvers mixed through his feathers.
When she took a step toward him, he took a step toward her. "Hello, His voice was sing-song and sweet, and though he stood taller and broader than her, he was unthreatening.
04-25-2016, 08:44 PM (This post was last modified: 04-25-2016, 08:50 PM by Asavvi.)
Asavvi
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under
The star-seeker was content to wait in solitude. The gods only knew where her deep well of patience came from, with all of her blood so action driven, but even from the first Asavvi had never minded waiting. Whatever she waited for would come, she was always assured of that... Or at least what was meant would come to pass, whether it matched her desires or not she would be content to know that to world always had new surprises in store. The lack of company was not a lack at all. As much as she enjoyed being around others it was just exhausting, and a day to herself was like taking a few deep breaths after a long run.
The sing-song salutation graced her ears and had the maid turning, all pleasant smiles even as she heaved a little sigh. Time to start running again. she thought, and immediately chided herself for the ungenerous thought. The interest of the interloper, added the the aforementioned patience, allowed Asavvi to forgive the intrusion almost instantly and she greeted the horse?, bird?, man with her usual deft politeness.
Turning to face him she gave a little bow of her head to the taller man and spoke in soft tones."Good day, sir! I hope I have not disturbed you. My name is Asavvi of the Dragon's Throat, daughter of The Sunspear and Einarr the Gladiator.” She didn’t think twice of giving her parents names, with no deeds to her name (and little enough ego) they where her customary means of identifying herself. No doubt someday her siblings would have enough notoriety that “twin to Nizho” or “sister of Mordecai” would say enough about who she was.