"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.
My decision to leave the gathering of three males I stumbled across in the entranceway to this place was a little more difficult than I let on; the kindness of the pegasus Chaska not overlooked. To his credit, the strange hybrid even garnered my attention, his brash mannerisms surprisingly refreshing against the strict method in which I live my own life. The unnamed unicorn, with his crafted speeches and careful presentation, overwhelmed and underwhelmed…I found myself longing to be elsewhere. As quickly as I arrived, I turned and walked away into the forest toward the Falls. The beauty of the herd’s namesake I find soothing on a typical afternoon but I fear being in one place for long; those words shall never fall from these lips and my thoughts turn toward the trail I set myself on instead of going back to the herd.
Slender darkened legs traverse with ease; the bush limbs eagerly caress snow-flecked sides.
The forest continues on for some time and the gentle swaying of branches and leaves becomes a calming backdrop to my journey. Cerulean eyes peer upward, the sound of twittering birds capturing the brunt of my attention. A robin, his chest awash in crimson, stares back hopping in time to languid hoof beats. Corners tilt upward and a feather light chuckle bubbles out blackened lips. ”Would you care to join me?” I offer easily; birds always drawing me away from darker thoughts and an ever present neutrality that permeates all I do and say. In seeming response, he hops twice in place before taking flight down the trail circling in lazy patterns while I follow. A few minutes pass and I pause when the robin does, his little eyes searching the direction we came from. “You should find your family, I am sure they miss you.” He chirps a few times and flutters brown wings before spreading them out and heading home. Silently, I thank him for his company and watch as he vanishes into a high branch.
Cerulean eyes turn to the road ahead where trees and bushes part to reveal an open expanse.
Unsure if I have traveled through this meadow before I quickly pass through the large area and into the trees on the other side. Lingering in open spaces has never gone well for me and I remain, despite my new home (the word is foreign to me), a nomadic spirit. The trail I pick is narrower than the last but my smaller stature leaves room to breathe as I push through the underbrush. This time there are signs of tiny winged friends and my eyes remain carefully glued to areas ahead while ears listen for any sounds that do not belong. Leaves grow further apart as the path widens and my breath stutters at the structure before me. Even in its state of disuse I can see the beauty that once lay here and still, to me, does. Neck cranes this way and that and cautiously I step between two glistening columns, having arrived just after a light rain fell here, and onto the circular floor. The rainbow of colors dancing around brightens already bright eyes as I breathe in the wonder of this place even though my dark skin mutes the colors shining on me. “Amazing.” The single word whispers itself.
Leaving the land of ice and snow for something a little more favourable for the time being the golden stallion glided across the tundra with minimal effort. His hooves had hardened to deal with the ice and snow of the Basin but with this warmer weather there was no need to worry about sliding on any ice. Lengthening his stride and tossing his head the golden beauty galloped along enjoying the freedom that this land entitled him to. Back home there was very few days of peace and quiet so he had learned from very young to take the time and enjoy it when he could, not that it brought him much joy though. In his mind it was merely a chance to workout his muscles and keep his body fit there was no time for fun and games when your life was on the line constantly. Slowing his pace as his lungs began to burn he looked around to find fields of green surrounding him and the strange building of the Rotunda up ahead. He had been here once before and met a couple strange characters but their conversation had not lasted long before something had come up and they had parted ways.
Allowing his body to come to rest at the base of a small stream he waded into the cool liquid lowering his muzzle to the waters surface to take a few sips. Bi-coloured optics scanned the scenery around him in this moment of vulnerability finding nothing but a few jack rabbits in the taller grasses nearby. While his eyes betrayed him in finding the mare his sense of smell picked up on the stranger after a couple of moments. Mentally his mind went to his weapon strapped protectively to his foreleg, was this needed? No, it was only a mare surely he could manage without the need to use his secondary blade. Removing himself from the stream he walked up onto dry land issuing out a whinny that was loud enough for the girl to hear. Now what would she do? Run? Or would she show herself from where she was hiding?
In his experience most would show themselves if they were not to chicken but there were always the select few who would manage to surprise him. He was not looking for a fight but if provoked he would not stand back and take a beating, he would win.