"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.
Tarik, who had been more of a destroyer lately than any sort of crafter (had he any particular building skills in the past? Hmmm... none came to mind. But he supposed it was possible), merely shrugged off the suggestion that another could be created. He had his, and Ralik had one of his own. If more were created, bully for whoever they went to. It wasn't his concern. What did stretch the smile on his face was the way Sohalia suddenly beamed with enthusiasm. A clearly fake look of, little old me gave you an idea? came over Tarik's face, but quickly melted away into a genuine smile. He had no idea what it was that he had done, or what he idea was, but being able to make a woman smile that way was a rarity, Tarik had found. Moments such as these came easily at the beginning of a relationfriendship, but then became strained. Tarik had seen so many -ships, regardless of what sort they were, mottled and ruined simply by the passage of time. Chips on shoulders became boulders, and small irritations drove spikes through hearts. Wasn't that always the way?
So to see her laugh like this, was something Tarik contemplated trying to remember. There were multiple lifetimes of information fighting for top spot in his mind ... but a girl's laughter? Well. That was something worth keeping.
Tarik grinned and stepped back a pace, to allow her room as she up-ended the flask. Though he expected some sort of reaction from her, given that she seemingly didn't know what rum was when he had mentioned it, he hadn't thought she'd react that violently. Whatever small amount of chivalry was left in him shoved him forward the step that he had previously retreated, as if there was something he could do to lessen the burn that a first, long drink of alcohol produced. Then his eye caught sight of the zephyr, and he stopped. The bird looked ... sparky, and it was as he thought: there was nothing he could do for the pale dove anyways.
Just as he was about to retrieve the bottle from her, she raised it to her lips once more. With wide blue eyes, Tarik's lips opened to say something like, stop! but he decided against it. She could do what she liked after all, and perhaps with a few sips in her, she'd let her hair down a little.
Why does anyone drink this? This made the tattooed stallion roar with laughter. "Why indeed." He agreed, eyes shining with amusement. "If I may?" He asked, reaching to take the flask back. As he tipped it back to his lips, he kept a sea-blue eye trained upon her as he placed his mouth around the place her lips had just been. The curious thing about Tarik, was it was almost impossible to tell how much of these flirtatious quips of his were intentional, and how many simply came along with being jovial, immortal drunkard.
"Tell me Sohalia, how it is you have lived your life so far and never tasted anything like this before?"
tarik
There's a feeling I get, when I look to the west,
and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen
rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who standing looking.
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[P] & she's buying a stairway to heaven
