"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.
"WHEN YOU'RE SOARING THROUGH THE AIR, I'LL BE YOUR SOLID GROUND. TAKE EVERY CHANCE YOU DARE, I'LL STILL BE THERE WHEN YOU COME BACK DOWN."
I…gaped, for lack of a better word. My mouth opened and closed as I processed what mother fish was saying, looking very much like a fish myself. I tried to make words work, but for the first time since I’d learned to speak, the words didn’t come. The egg was mine. It took a few moments for it to sink in. I didn’t even know what it was. Mother fish had mentioned a whale, but I didn’t know what that was either. A mixture of excitement with a subtle undertone of panic rushed through me. I did my best to swallow all the insecurities and focus on the excitement of the whole matter. My very own whale egg!
I quickly stood, still in a daze, and teetered my way towards the egg. It sat in a cradle of smooth stones it at was only when you got close that you could see that the smooth surface of the egg was almost silvery. Reached out my nose ever so carefully, almost afraid to touch it. I was surprised to find that the surface of the egg was somewhat warm, when I had been expecting it to be cool like the stones and the water. I pulled my nose away and smiled down at the egg, even though that was silly because it clearly couldn’t see me. But it felt right all the same.
I began to wonder just how I was going to get the egg back home. I couldn’t exactly carry it all the way back to the mountains. And I doubt the egg would appreciate being rolled all the way to the north. I looked up at the crowd, realizing that many had quickly dispersed following the mother fish’s decision. I had to figure out something quickly. I frowned as I considered the possibility of mother worrying since I’d been gone a long time. And as if to reinforce that fact, my stomach grumbled uncomfortably. That hazelnut may have made me smart, but it certainly didn’t do much to sate my hunger. Again, this inspired another divergent train of thought and I pondered what the baby whale in the egg might eat. Or what it might look like.
I began to pace as I considered my next move, but I never moved more than a few steps from the egg. I was both unwilling and seemingly unable to do so. Letting out a soft huff, I again looked around to see if anyone had remained but before I could even process the faces, my attention returned to the egg because of a strange sensation in my head. I don’t even have the words to explain it, but it was almost the way I feel when I think of mother or of Virga…but different somehow. Again I reached out, touching the smooth surface with my nose, and almost as if it felt my touch the egg gently rocks under my nose. It’s startling, but exciting all the same. The egg is definitely alive. When I raise my head again there’s a small, rapidly growing crack in the surface of the shell. It takes all my effort to keep my feet in one place since I’m so excited, but the anxiety is there too. However that strange feeling at my head keeps me grounded, it fights the fear of the unknown, and affords me the patience necessary to see the little creature break its partially from the smooth, silvery shell. Hatching seems like hard work, but at the end of it all I’m surprised to find that the mysterious whale is actually a bird! The bird has only managed to free its head and has only just started working on freeing its wings, but it’s definitely a bird. I know that much.
“Hello, little whale!” I murmur to the silver-eyed bird that peers back to me, as pure happiness blooms in my heart and mind.
The next place that Kitty finds fits him like a well-crafted shoe, as it should. The red lining of the falls complement his coat perfectly, and when he bends his delicate neck to drink of its water you can begin to make out faint, burgundy patterns of light flickering along the powerful curve of his neck. He's like a mirror, only not the kind you see yourself in. No, you're not good enough to be reflected in him.
But Kitty takes in the world, sees it all when it sees him and makes it something better. He's like a candy man that way, and you're addicted to his homemade treats. Just a taste, you beg of him. Just one morsel of sugar and you would be satisfied, can't he just give you a sample? Just a look in your direction, a three second locking of eyes before the fact of your death? That would be enough: to be recognized.
Looking on, watching as some child in the distance captures his attention, you know you'll never get even that. He moves towards the filly as if he cares about her, or at least the happenings around her, but you simply know that can't be true, because Kitty can't care about anyone but you. A shock of his hair slips out from between your lips as he moves deftly further from your want. He's always that: leaving.
He isn't leaving the scene, though, even as so many others do. There's a splash and a red flicker as a larger than average fish slides deftly beneath the water's surface, and a patter of hoofbeats as an odd collected gathering departs, but Kitty remains. He approaches the young dark filly from behind and towers over her innocent form. He comes up almost silently behind her, witnessing the same unfolding of life that she does, and snorts when she speaks.
"That's not a whale, little girl," he tells her in a way that some might call matter of fact but you think is fantastically sour. He really does have a candied tongue.
"That's a bird. A right strange one, I'll give you, but certainly more bird than whale." He is confident in his declaration when others might wonder if he should not be. Of course, he knows so much, so you take his words for gospel. You would have operated on the understanding of that feathered little beast being from the sea if he'd told you to, simply because it felt right.