"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.
Having lived in the Throat his whole life, and only having seen three seasons, the colt had yet to see snow. Instead of racing right into the heart of Helovia he had kept to the shore waiting for the perfect place to cross deeper into the land. Blue and scarlet eyes sparkled as he turned North. He knew exactly where he was going, the Ancient Rotunda. He wanted to see the pond next to the cool building. His gaze was drawn to the ground as it slowly started to turn while. His pace turned to a gallop as his excitement peaked. His heels came up as he raced over the ground, laughter bubbled from his dark lips.
The second he reached the Rotunda the colt fell to his knees and rolled in the soft powdery snow. Laughing he rose for the ground a cold damn blanket across his back. He smiled his sides heaving with his glee, and the run here. Now he took the time to look around. The towering trees were coated with glittering snow, the sky was a dark grey. If he was wiser he would have realized the dark grey clouds were pregnant with the promise of a fast approaching blizzard. He turned towards the pond curious to see if it had frozen. He pranced to the edge his tail and ears up with his excitement. With his neck arched the colt sniffed at the glassy surface. His tail swished with his curiosity as he carefully placed a hoof on the ice.
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OOC/Tags;; Open to all, come have some fun and get stuck in a blizzard xD It wont stay this short I promise!
Astarot
You can DIE laughing, or laugh until you die... Wanna play?
12-09-2016, 03:57 PM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2016, 04:01 PM by Yael.)
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness and infinite tenderness shattered you
Honestly, if Yael never saw another winter, she’d be just fine. In fact, she’d be ecstatic. Born and bred in a Desert, and then spending several decades in another has made her rather vulnerable to the cold (and altogether unhappy). Gold and black feathers provide at least a little barrier against the weather, but uggghhhhh the snow is wet and chilly and her hocks never seem to get warm. What she wouldn’t give to be a migratory bird right about now!
Laughter bubbles up, bright and cheerful, slowly poking its way into the mare’s sullen (there is no other word for it – she’s wallowing) thoughts. She, too, was intent on discovering the new world she’s (literally) fallen into, but the much older woman has not the joy that this youngster has. It should be infectious. Yael loves children – she has twelve of her own, both born of her womb and adopted. She misses them fiercely, and all at once, she begins to think of them playing amongst the dunes at home - tumbling head over heels after each other as they learned to gain their footing. Is the snow so different? The whole scene starts an aching in her breast and propels her legs forward of their own free will. The gilded Pegasus reveals herself, laughing softly at the boy – the sound tinkling out over the pre-blizzard stillness.
Perhaps this is just the type of healing she needs; laughter, a foal, and the freedom to stop thinking about the too-recent past... for just a little while.
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