"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.
The Seer had been quiet as of late, within the misted grove he had dwelled, collecting his thoughts and tending to his duties. Alune had found the events of the Meeting to have left a sour tone within his gentle though complex soul, it had caused a ripple upon his starlit waters he had not encountered in a very long time. In some ways, it had reminded him of the Temple of the Oracles, when they bickered back and forth. It reminded him of the Great Council of the Two Moons, when the Queen, himself and her advisors stood within the white stone walls as they talked deep into the night. Except, they had done so with controlled chaos, they never turned on one another with vicious abandon when one did not speak as the others.
Helovia was different, he had to remember, but it did not mean he would simply go along with the tide. He did not stand upon such a lofty position as he once did, but what power he did have, he would use for good in his own court among his devoted. He would not have them savaged as the pregnant mare had been, the moment her words had left her lips in disagreement.
So, stood beneath the crystalline statue of the Goddess he stood. Head held high and a determined but gentle look upon his features. He had words that needed to be said, tasks and direction to give out and see that it was followed. "FOLLOWERS OF THE MOON, YOUR SEER CALLS TO YOU." His cry carried upon the mist, a bellow to be heard by all within the Edge. An unquestionable summons to all those of his dominion to come to him, there was no room to debate and idle back and slide.
Seers Meeting! This is mandatory for all those in the Wise One ranks. Alune also welcomes those who are interested in joining the Wise One ranks to come along and be accepted!
Rank Members have 72hours to respond before Alune posts next! <3
She came unbidden, because she wished to be nowhere else. From the mist she emerged like a breath of winter, a premonition of times to come. On hooves as lithe and delicate as the first layer of ice upon a lake she tread, with easy grace that somehow overlooked the heavy limp in her gait. With each measured stride the dew froze upon the aged strands of grass, crafting each into a marvel of light and shadow that glistened and sparkled in the soft glow of a bronze acorn in her tail.
Erthë smiled happily as she went to stand by her teacher, and there was a brightness to her spirit as she greeted him that had not been seen for a very long time. Those who had known her before that dreadful day on the Flats would recognize the spirited foal that had laughed so freely with complete strangers, before the dark clouds of grief and pain had enveloped her and dimmed her light. Perhaps everyone else would find it odd, unusual even, to see her so alert and cheerful.
"Long time no see, Alune! It's great to be here again, you look so well!" The young mare reached out to press her neck against his in a fond embrace, confident that he would not be repelled by the coolness of her touch.
"Is it alright if I sit in? I know I don't hold a rank yet, but there's something I just have to tell you."
Grinning widely at the Seer Erthë awaited his assent before settling herself in beside him, leaving enough space so that there could be no doubt who it was that had called the meeting. As always he made her feel even smaller than she already was, like a speck of a star next to the vast mass of a moon eclipsed. In this case it didn't really bother her; Alune was a goal she wanted to reach, not a foe to compete with. Some day, in a distant future, Erthë dreamed of standing where he stood now and rest assure in the grace of the Goddess.
But she didn't need the title and rank to feel connected to their dark deity. She had a secret now, a secret she was dying to share with her mentor. Truly, she wanted to let the whole world know how blessed she was, how happy she felt and how bright her future suddenly seemed. Filled to the brim with giddy anticipation the young Valkyrie waited impatiently for others to arrive, curious to see how many would turn up. She didn't know how many there were beneath Alune's seat, had no clear picture of just how big part of the herd there was that devoted themselves to the service of the Lady.
It would be interesting indeed, to learn who she would work with, come winter and her ascension into adulthood.
ERTHË
I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
She felt torn. Torn between giving up and moving on. She carried with her the constant pain of heartache and the lingering, though ever-dwindling, feeling of hope. So elusive it could be, but she gripped tightly and dared not let it escape her.
And in that moment, as she pondered her future, she heard a call. Herd life was strange, she mused as she gathered herself and moved towards the sound. She readily welcomed the distraction and as the black mare picked her way through the trees, careful as ever, she turned the words of the call over in her mind. Followers of the moon, such a poetic thought, called forth by their Seer. She felt like an imposter. Every step felt wrong but she forced herself forward still. Dread swept over her, the heaviness of it causing her grip on Hope to loosen, but she would not let go today.
Muscle memory pulled her forward and she was thankful she’d come across Alune’s haven once or twice before, or she’d have surely missed the meeting. Those broken eyes of hers were ever a hinderance, but she knew where he’d be and knew how to get there. It was one of the very few things she felt sure of and she was thankful for that much.
And, despite the dread, a quiet whisper of excitement rushed through her. She felt the edges of herself quiver with the hint of anticipation and she wondered what curious customs would unveil themselves to her as she “infiltrated” this meeting. She slowed to a stop as she drew near, but aimed to linger just close enough to not be a burden.
★ harm her if it pleases you,
but death is not ready for her yet