"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.
He was wandering again, lost in the grandeur around him, but that was alright. Every day was a new adventure, a new path with an equally new destination as he soaked in as much knowledge as he could regarding this Helovia that he found himself in. Leif was no stranger to wandering, and this place was, perhaps, one of the most normal he had so far traipsed upon.
A beautiful landscape of dry, yellow-green grasses and lavender thistles danced in the wind, the slightest of breezes that brought very little reprieve from the harsh summer heat. The white stag could see a wide river, slow and lazy and perhaps a little low drift through the canvas of the land, but it was just as beautiful as everything else he had seen during his short time within this land. It was all so strange, so peculiar... Maybe there would be a time in the future where he was no longer struck by the beauty of this mysterious land, a time when he would be used to such grand semantics and surroundings... But a part of him never wanted that time to come.
For if one could not appreciate the natural beauty of the earth, then what could they appreciate?
With steadfast steps of cloven hooves, the ivory bull-Elk waded through the sea of yellow-green grasses and lavender thistles, the tall and brittle vegetation brushing against his robust alabaster sides. Perhaps he would be an oddly found creature, should anyone else be around on that warm evening, but Leif was beginning to realize that he was not the only odd creature in Helovia. This land held a litany of odd, taking that very word, shattering it, and re-defining it as it saw fit. Odd had become an every day occurence, different becoming the every day norm, but for the white stag, who had been hunted and chased for his pelt and impressive rack... This was alright.
This was welcome.
With a lazy, jovial smile, the bull-Elk stopped his wandering before the side of the river bank and lowered his elegant head to take a drink, the cool waters refreshing on his tongue after a long day of wandering.
He would go home to the Aurora Basin soon... But for now, he had every intention on remaining here, within this meadow of thistles and brittle grasses. Idly Leif wondered what this place was called, and wished that either Elspeth or Rexanna had joined him on his venture, but surely they would be able to answer when he went home.
Home.
The word would never not serve to fill him with joy.
"I am naive to much of the world's workings," Eahaela's dulcet tone announced her presence if her hoof steps did not, "but not so much as to think another species to be unable to speak." The woman ducked her head beneath a low hanging branch. With her head lowered Eahaela's nostrils flared drinking in the soft scent of lavender. So similar our kinds are. Closer she carried her svelte figure; head now carried high and tilted so as to better see the stag of ivory. "So why is it that you are the first I have heard?"
Eahaela had heard the elk speak; a singular word, but a word spoken nonetheless. I do not know if it is hearing speech pass another species' lips, usually so guarded; or the happiness so foreign to my hearing that draws me to him so. To the child of the weeds the sound of such happiness drew her in as if the vitality of the sun itself had been contained in his voice. She yearned to hear him again, almost desperately so, as the word he spoke faded; becoming lost among the lush grasses or carried away by the waters. If he weren't to speak again Eahaela felt as though she would have to chase after the lost word. From him I will learn where to find such happiness.
With her eye, colored by the softest shade of brown, Eahaela considered the elk's cloven hooves. Why do some unicorns share hooves akin to his? Is there a common ancestor? Standing separated by swaying grasses the unicorn mused about what divided her kind; the unicorns, from the 'beasts'. Was it easier for each sort to keep to their own? Were there places where communication was a common occurrence? Awaiting his answer with sweat glimmering on her sides Eahaela wondered if the heat was making her hear things unsaid. A grimace came to her features at such a thought, she needed the happiness she heard in his voice to be true. She needed him to tell her where to find such a feeling.
As he had learned since his short life in Helovia's borders, abnormal was as standardized as needing to breathe. Would there ever be a beast or creature here who did not take his breath away the second that his gaze landed upon them? That made him question his, by comparison, plain and ordinary looks?
The young doe who found him met every ounce of criteria he had come to expect of the denizens of this land. Slender, sleek, every ounce a fine young woman, with shades of brown and spotted dapples all around her rump. The horns that grew from her brow were recognizable, telling him that she was yet another not-horse, like Rexanna and Elspeth, but was truly peculiar was the fact that one horn was rooted so very firmly within the socket of her left eye. Did that not hurt? Or ache?
Her words are full of velvet, like the touch of silk against skin, and Leif's head lifts, posture straightening, tines pointed towards the sky and the beauty of the sudden, thistle-filled location momentarily forgotten.
Pondering her inquiry, he thought it over for a few good moments before giving his answer. "... I have been told that there are none others like my kind here who can speak within Helovia's borders, so I do not know why it is that I can speak your tongue and others cannot. Forgive me. I am used to Elk who speak, and not so used to not-horses like yourself who do." A small, but genuine smile lit up the ivory stag's lips, a boyish expression of genuine curiosity and gentlemanly eloquence.
Dipping his head in a acknowledging nod, Leif went on. "I am Leif, and am relatively new to Helovia. May I inquire your name, young doe?"