"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.
Not that she didn't enjoy the old growth forest that she had found herself in, it was just that the oppressive silence and darkening gloom during midday seemed washed out and watered down in comparison to the violent majesty of the sea. With a cheerful sigh and a flourish of her leonine tail, the petite lass bumped her hip lightly against a soft, moss covered trunk and continued on to... where exactly?
She wasn't sure, but the golden creature was in the mood for a good story, a tough lesson, or a wild adventure. Maybe all three, but it was hard to tell in a place as empty as this if her hopes would be rewarded. Tiny hooves pressed shallow indentations into the damp soil, the earthen scent drifting up to her gold flecked nostrils and inspiring a bit of a prance in her steps.
"Ba dum... ts ts ts.. baaaaaa DUM ts ts.." The tuneless song drifted from her mouth absently as she stared toward the canopy, wondering what it would be like to drift amongst those boughs and see the world from a different perspective. Would it still be as pretty? Would it lose some of it's mystery and majesty? She shrugged, "Not like I'll ever know in the first place. Why worry about it?"
So with that, Ovidius continued her wanderings, that broken melody spilling from her lips all the while.
OPEN TO EVERYONE AND ALSO @Isopia -- Ovi is ready to learn from you, my dear<3
Just to prove I'm not a runner,
I'll be coming with my guns up,
Shooting at the moon to bring the sun up.
Isopia’s ears perked forward and she raised her head from where she had been grazing at the sound of an approaching voice. At first all she heard was a tuneless sort of muffled racket and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Hubris on the other hand chuckled into her mind and indicated that the ‘racket’ was in fact singing. And the singing was getting louder.
Isopia folded her wings against her sides, causing the cape that sat on her shoulders to flutter slightly. Singing? Why? Given that the girl rarely did anything for pleasure, it didn’t occur to her that Ovidius might just be singing just because, and regardless of how well it was she carried a tune. In response, Hubris only whistled a low disapproving (though amused) note and shook his scaled head.
Quickly the petite mare came into view, and Iso’s quad-horned skull tilted slightly as she tried to determine whether she was seeing a growing child or a small adult. It didn’t really matter, of course, but her mind was a constant wheel of questions and corresponding answers. Small, she concluded as the golden mare neared. The height difference between the two was laughable, but of course, Isopia didn’t laugh. Her wide golden eyes watched as the mare approached, quad-horned skull tilting slightly to follow the course of her movements.
She going to talk to you, Hubris chuckled into her mind. In response, Isopia’s tail snapped against her hocks as if brushing away a troublesome fly. Isopia’s passive magic – one that made her body slowly take on the appearance of her surroundings beginning with her hooves and working its way up – began to turn her legs into leg-shaped pillars of various grasses and dirt.
(Sorry, Isopia isn’t the best at starting conversations x.x)
It wasn't that Daddy had raised her to be ignorant to detail, on the contrary, the young lass considered herself a bit of detail connoisseur, but her eyes were trained on the earth and the sky. As her attention was snagged upon and grasped by a particularly tasty-looking clump of grass, the golden mare couldn't help but pause, noting the sudden silence of the forest.
With a glance toward her surroundings, Ovidius didn't find anything out of place, but couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched. Lashing her tail against thin flanks, the tiny mare shook herself and continued on, forcing that tuneless humming back into existence. Despite the odd sensation of an unseen observer tapping its way down her spine, Ovi decided that she was hungry. As she neared the cluster of grasses, an errant breeze twined its way through the trunks, carrying with it the scent of another equine.
She froze, golden eyes scouring the landscape, though she came up empty yet again.
Frowning, Ovidius took a careful step forward, a stain of fear creeping across her face. Daddy had told her of ghosts, once, of ghouls that existed upon another plane and craved horseflesh. They would bite into your heart and chew you up while you were still alive, he had said. The girl bit her lip, pulse speeding up and tail wrapping tightly about a hind leg.
"H-hi," came her trembling whisper, "Please don't eat me. I don't.... I don't even taste good I don't think."
Isopia’s golden eyes narrowed slightly at the request issued from the mare. If she was some sort of carnivorous creature, surely someone pleading "please don't eat me", wouldn't do any good? And why was it that this mare's first instinct was that the thing she had detected was going to cause her harm? If Isopia had known that the mare had scented her, she would have been even more confused. After all, it wasn't as though there were many flesh-eating equines in these lands.
"You're probably right." Isopia muttered dryly, peering her quad-horned skull from around a tree to regard the petite unicorn. Tittering, Hubris patted his bonded on her wither and shook his head softly, as if to emphasize what an unhelpful tit she was being. Isopia didn't seem to notice.
"If you're worried about being eaten, the Deep Woods are probably not the best place to graze alone." Isopia continued in her usual academic lecturing tone. "For while I obviously will not eat you, there are things that live in these woods that would. And I doubt they would be deterred by your request to not be eaten." Thoughtfully, Isopia paused and then shrugged her shoulders. "Though I suppose far stranger things have happened."
As Isopia shifted, her magic staggered and the column of grasses and mosses that had been slowly creeping up her legs fell back to the earth with a dry sighing sound. The demi-goddess shifted her wings against her back, and continued to peer at the mare, her death-marked face a mask of emotionless canvas.
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