"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.
I've never met my dad and mom's been depressed since I was born and gone for almost as long. Technically I come from a broke-ass home! It's a pretty shitty situation, but lets be real, I didn't know enough to think of those things as out of teh ordinary or really depressing in any way. Ok yeah, I did miss Mom, but I had Vasa, and we did pretty well on our own for the most part. Trouble was, I couldn't seem to find her. If the emotions that I had lumped together as "bad vibes" ever stated to creep their way into my brain, I was pretty good at kicking them right back out again, or at least distracting myself from them. Seriously, what boy wants to deal with feelings?!
Today's docket of ignoring the bad shit also included finding away to avoid the heat. Tallsun was prickly bastard (don't tell mom I said that) and the sun seemed to find my tall-dark-and-handsome self to be irresistible. The oasis was ok, and it would have taken less effort to get there, but the water there wasn't half as good as the salty surf of the beach.
I ran through the shallows, majestic as fuck(even if a sneeze every so often had me trippin) until I found the coolest damn thing. Can you guess? go on, try, try to guess, try it, try, try, tryyy-- NOPE too slow, it was a rock. And don't give me that look... it was no ordinary rock, but where tha sand started to move into a more scragley bit of coastline, this big heckin rock was just sitting there! Just a bit taller than my butt and wide and flat, just sorta stickin up into the water. I did what and right-thinking person would do and jumped up on it. "BEHOLD! I AM THE BEACH GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE BEACH!" Ok, a bit big for my britches there, but it sounded pretty impressive.
C A S T O R
i must go down to the seas again
for the call of the running tide
is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied
The sound of a loud exclamation drew the girl's gaze from the water, towards the sound of the voice. Kolr wasn't one for loud things, but the childish excitement she heard permeating through the tones, as well as the content (did the Dragon's Throat truly have a beach guardian?) piqued her interest.
Delicately the pigeon-toed child moved across the sands. She chose her route carefully, being sure to step over any rocks or shells that might be in her way. Moving was arduous and every step emphasized just how badly turned in her hooves were. Even so, determination gleamed brightly on her even more brightly coloured features.
She looked over a small ridge, watching the colt (and self-proclaimed guardian of the beacH) below. With a small smile, Kolr reached for her magic. Suddenly the rock before the boy was awash with watercolour illusions. Blues gave way to greens as the colours mixed beautifully and with a practised precision. From her place, the small filly smiled proudly as she added splashed of white and yellow to the mix, as if forth from her imaginary watercolour waves were splashing about.
Still, Kolr said anything. Announcing her presence wasn't really her style, for she didn't like speaking that much. She much preferred displaying her thoughts and emotions this way, by painting a scene for those around her to see. The girl's bright blue stare was focused on the rock, still being gently painted with her mind, rather than the boy. Her lilac-gray mane and tail danced around her shoulders as a breeze blew from behind her. In response to this, Kolr directed her watercolour waves to do the same, as if the imaginary images were really responding to the breeze.
It was one thing, I suppose, to pretend to be a beach guardian, but I’m not sure I’d actually apply for the job. Like, who even attacks the beach anyway, besides waves, that it, and I like waves. They seem… they’re like… me, somehow? They come and go, they’re loud and fun, and strong. Pffftt! Listen to me sporing off metaphors like a know shit about anything, I just like ‘em ok?! and I like this rock too. It makes me tall, and I like being able to see farther-DAMN I can’t wait to fly! I wonder if it’s too soon to tr—WOAH HOLT SHIT THE ROCK IS MAGIC!
All of the sudden the rock, which had previously been a cool, yet perfectly normal, greyish rock was suddenly in blazing checkin technicolor. I jumped back a bit (don’t judge me) in surprise with a “WOAH!” but managed somehow to not fall off onto my ass. I stared down because for real it was blowing up my mind like a handful of TNT. “Duuuuude, waitd dill Vas sees dis!” My enjoyment of this new little wonder was evident, and i spun on the spot, tying to watch every bit of the color-show on the rock’s surface.
But, and I swear I’ll never live this down, the salt in the air was getting too me and though not nearly as bad as being a whole bunch of plants and their dreaded pollen my god damn dick of a nose decides it’s a good time to sneeze. And I sneeze spectacularly, like ya’ll it got nothin on my allergy game! but as my damn baby legs were already crossed as I tried to turn, I… ugh please don’t tell anyone…I fell off the rock.
“OOMPH!” was my eloquent statement as a landed on my ass and sprawled across the sand. I didn’t move, even with no audience my pride was that wounded and I let my despair wash over me. “Thank the Sun god no one saw—“ WOOPS I’M LIAR! RED ALERT! RED ALERT!! FILLY IN EMBARRASSMENT PROXIMITY! ABORT MISSION!!! I had caught sight of her as i flung my head dramatically onto the sand and there she was, upside-down from my perspective, and she sawwwwww meeeee!!!! Oh no, she’s pretty too!!! That’s it, it’s over, I can never show my face in the Throat again, better try and save face you clumsy shit. I scramble up, flailing to give myself the momentum to swing my legs under me, and once I’m up I overbalance and list to one side before righting myself. SHIT SHIT WHAT NOW?! CHARM-That’s it! Dial up the irresistibleness, flash a smile and: “Hi, how ya doin?” Yeah, real smooth ya fucking putz.
C A S T O R
i must go down to the seas again
for the call of the running tide
is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied
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