"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.
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about
"Equines, like myself, came from the ocean, from Poseidon and sea foam," She hesitated, flicking her curvaceous ears back in annoyance. "Dragons...they were children of the Gods themselves," She muttered reluctantly, huffing as her companion trilled and twirled in the air, celebrating his species' superiority. "There's no need to a snob about it," Agnodice hissed back, flipping her mane in his face and scattering flower petals around the dainty dragon.
Hero screeched in reply, flapping his wings more fiercely, sending the petals washing back unto their originator. The doctor didn't mind the flowers anymore, it had been a season or two since they started sprouting from her hair. If it were a few moons ago, then she would have been sneezing as the petals kissed her cheeks, but not anymore. Her companions attempt at getting even was a definite failure.
The reptile trilled softly, realizing his failure and settling on the pale cream of his bonded's back. He crawled up her spine and nestled his delicate body in the flowers and tendrils of her mane. Agnodice considered throwing him off, but decided against it. He was trying to reconcile anyways, and she hated to stay mad at the best friend she had.
The doctor smiled, losing her annoyed expression in exchange for a pleasant one. She continued forward, stopping at the edge of the water and mulling over where to continue in her story. "Kalós. O sfodróteros drákos ítan Tyfóna," Agnodice stated softly, slipping comfortably into the tongue of her homeland. Her dragon wouldn't understand all she said, she could feel his confusion through the bond. But that was okay for now. He would learn. She smiled again, wider this time, as her dragon sat up to listen to her more carefully. "Tha mátheis," She murmured dreamily, sweeping her leonine tail over the ground, leaving a trail of petals and flowers in her wake before continuing on with her tale.
"Tyfónas ítan i teleftaía gios tis Gaías kai o patéras pollón térata..."
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"Kalós. O sfodróteros drákos ítan Tyfóna," = Alright. The firecest dragon was Typhon.
"Tha mátheis," = You will learn
"Tyfónas ítan i teleftaía gios tis Gaías kai o patéras pollón térata..." = Typhon was the last son of Gaia and the father of many monsters.
She has never been in the Grove. It didn’t seem like a place for her, necessarily. It seemed more like a place for private meetings and secret affairs. And Lyanna? Well she hardly knew anyone at all here. What use could she possibly have for secret or elicit anything? But today, she figures it might be worth a venture anyway. A quiet day in which she doesn’t expect to find anyone. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. She’s spent a lot of time wandering, meeting stranger she figures she’s unlikely to meet again. It’s keep her mind busy, but it might be alright to simply get lost for a day. To forget everything.
Today, she’s earthbound, knowing this would not be the sort of place one flies over. Not that she can see much through the trees, but still, it felt too much like spying. Instead she weaves through the trees, different than the forests of the Edge or the Deep Forest. Everything here is lush and green and thick. The willow branches dance lightly on the surface of the pond and across her back. Sunlight filters in softly, giving the place just enough light to see by, but not too much.
And then there’s a trail of petals. Oh. That’s odd. That’s not something one normally sees. Not that Helovia shocks her quite as much as it used to. But still. Flower petals don’t blow around into a straight line. Curious, she follows the petals and is soon greeting with the cadence of a story, the voice faraway and feminine. The language though is not one she knows,
It’s not long before a gray (almost white) mare comes into view. Her mane and tail are black and littered with the same flowers and petals that coat the ground behind her. Oh, how wonderful! she thinks, sounding like a child in her own head. But then again, she is almost still a child. Sometimes she forgets. Sometimes, she feels a million years old. Losing your family can do that to the mind, though.
Realizing she’s unwittingly nearly snuck up on someone, she offers a nicker and “Hello,” stopping in place at this point so the other mare doesn’t think she’s being purposefully followed. “I saw the petals. They are lovely,” she adds, by way of explination. “I’m Lyanna.”
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