"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 Sand Wolf had been restless since her move to the Edge, it had been surprisingly harder for her to shed her former life for one here, she had assumed she could simply shrug off the red canyons and wide open skies for mists and forest. It wasn't that she didn't like it, no, they had welcomed her with open hooves and she had found herself with a firm friend in that of the Prince.
It was just different, and the kind of different which would gradually ebb and flow away the more she got used to it, and made her patch of land she'd staked a claim on her home. She had picked a roosting spot closed to the cliff's, where the old trees roots grew thick and their branches fat enough to support her weight. Whose roots created a den for her to wiggle beneath should the canopy prove to leave her disatsified. Feathers peppered the ground, some stark cream and others banded, all smally and downy. Ruffled and rubbed off with her constant fluttered wings or when she took to gliding through the misted air.
She had woken that morning with the usual sluggish fanfare only a foal could pull off, hooves dangled from either side of the branch which supported her weight, wings lazily drooped as she'd yawned. The flames upon her wings were dull, sluggish as she was as they began to crackle to life with the Sand Princess' own responses. It was a gooder day as any, violet eyes peered up under strands of cream to the dappled leaves above her to see the rays of light glitter downwards.
Today was a good day as any to explore, hadn't she promised Tembovu that she would let Zubari show her around? The thought pepped her up immediately, and with a smooth motion, pulled herself upright on her perch. Yes, today was the day she'd find Zubari and let him show her around. An ear cocked to the side while the other pressed forward as she pondered how she was going to find her new friend, the Edge was a big place, and she didn't know exactly where she was going. Flying wasn't much of an option..unless. Ears swivelled forward as she took a small breath, reaching within herself until she could feel the workings of the magic she'd been born with come to life.
Eyes slipped closed as the rustling of wind and leaves filled her ears, her form shifted and shrinking until she felt the familiar unfamiliarity of a new form. The large white raven sat still for a few more moments, purple eyes checking as her head jerked gently to the side to check her wings. Once she was sure she could properly move, the bird gave a hop, skip and then a jump into the skies beneath the branches and set off to try and find the dark spotted colt.
"Zubari?" She called, hoping it was loud enough to carry to his ears, gliding around one tree after another. "Zubari?" Louder this time as she finally decided it was better to land and hope he came her way. It might prove to be funny, she hadn't said she could turn into a bird. Then again, she'd never really shown anyone she could, it'd been her secret when she'd wanted to avoid her mai, or the carers she sometimes found herself in the company of. The raven folded her wings neatly against her feathered sides and pressed her head into her chest, lavender eyes keeping a keen eye out for her friend.
Verro You spend your whole life just to remember the sound When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down
Sleep, the world was quiet, and he was basking in the darkness of his thicket. The thick leaves kept the sun's morning rays from leaking and waking him up. A small bird landed on a branch close to his golden spiked skull. It chirped and cheered a morning song that caused the little boy to start to stir. Black hooves moved and settled back in a few different positions. His painted skull laid flat on the ground huffing at the small creature. He mumbled and groaned as the small bird was reluctant to give up so easily. The song grew louder and louder; it chirped with more annoying tones now. Snorting his rear leg kicked the hutch like wall to scare the bird away. It failed. Fluttering made the colt believe it was gone, but a few seconds later the chirping continued. One golden eye opened and looked to the sun filled opening of his hutch. Stirring around his chocolate body finally sat up. Eyes furrowed as the first rays of the morning light hit his gold piercing eyes. Then the bird still annoyed him with chirps and chimes of its vocals. "I'm AWAKE!!!" Groggy tons rang from his mouth.
Moving the delicate hooves he finally stood up. Black fluffy strands flicked against his haunches as Zubari eventually stretched from the long night's slumber. Shaking off the dry dust from his chocolate pelt, Zubari finally took his step outside. Then his attention went straight to the little bird that woke him up. Eyes narrowed upon the vicious little beast that just had to wake him up. Legs launched up in the air, and his mouth snapped at the feathered creature. Of course, the little red winged thing took off, flying into the forest of Edge. Black hooves ran after the flying bastard, and malicious gold eyes did not let it leave his sight. Heavy breaths rang through the fog filled world. Strides grew in length as he pushed himself harder, and harder. He ran faster, and faster. Zubari was going to catch this little bastard until... Zubari?
What the hell... he was about to catch the red wing thingy. Bored golden eyes looked to the branches around him. Hooves came to a halt, and he slid, ripping up the soft slightly frozen ground. Ears stood erect from his skull as bright golden orbs searched for the caller. Waiting for another moment, he heard it again Zubari? Light filled his shimmering gold eyes. It was Verro! Where was she? The boy could hear the filly calling out to him, but he could not see her. "Verro!! I gotta find you, are we playing a game?!" He chuckled brightly skipping off to find his friend.
Smiling the boy searched in the dense fog. Tree's and brush did not make it easy, but he was determined to find his friend. Then the scent of the filly filled his nostrils. "Are we playing Hide and go seek!? Cause I know you're here somewhere!!" He laughed brightly skipping into a small clearing. The scent of Verro was growing stronger and stronger, but she was nowhere to be found. Sitting in the middle of the opening was a small white raven. Twisting his gold-tipped skull from side to side his eyes focused on the bird. It was a cute little creature, and he excitedly trotted closer to the little-winged angel. Confusion set in as the bird smelled or Verro, but she was not there. Lowering his skull to the ground he smiled brightly "Hello pretty little angel bird, have you seen a girl who has feathers like this? I can smell her here, but I can not find her! I know she is probably looking for me. I promised to show her around Edge. " He motioned to the feather tied in his rich black mane. Maybe the little bird could point him in the right direction.
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