"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.
Sun Physician. The title made the blue vagabond a little ill-at-ease, which was a all the more irksome to him in it's unfamiliarity. As someone who always comported himself with an easy air of confidence (or at least a lack of concern) Mercutio didn't like to admit himself even slightly unnerved, but he was currently suffering from an onslaught of the effects of Impostor Syndrome. For one, the style placed upon his name implied a deep knowledge of healing arts, and that simply wasn't the case. He had a good base, a journeyman's knowledge, but he wasn't a master of the trade; of all the many plants he'd used to tend his and other's ailments he knew the proper names for less than half of them, and that was not to mention that he had now been granted the power to heal through flame of all things. Mercutio had no experience with magic, to him it had always been a distant idea for for more dogmatic beings, for those that gods or pure coincidence deemed special, and now he'd been given it at the drop of a hoof. These desert-dwellers are all mad!
The stallion had hovered at the meeting place, taking stock of his new herd with steady amber eyes before setting himself to a new range of tasks. First, he thought to asses immidiat need, existing injuries. From what Cera had said the herd had been without a healer and his friend could not be tho only one who had been left suffering for the lack. Second, learning the understand the Sun God's magic (if he could even begin to believe that someone as forsaken as himself coul wield such a gift. Third would have to meet with the other new healers, the girl with the death-mask and the snow-speckled mare, and so he'd given a respectful nod to each. The beast hoped they could be relied upon for teaching him a little more about this place, and for leaving it in their care once it was time for him to leave.
It could not be denied that he wanted to help--Mercutio didn't like to leave anything to suffer if he could something about it-- there was an officiality to his acceptance into this fold that sparked a tiny flair of panic in his heart. He hadn't been part of a herd since... well it had been a long time. Tempted by a stunning golden lure, he now found himself committed something and that, to Mercutio, was a well known recipe for mutual disappointment. It eased him to know he had consigned only to the temporary appointment, so the vagabond would do what he can, enjoy what there was to be enjoyed here (namely a certain Forger's company) and he would move on. An it harm none. "Any who need healing should come forward, let me tend you." His voice rolled out with a deep resonating timbre, calmer than it might have been as he slipped into the no-nonsense roll of Mercutio the healer-his old role of battlefield nurse was always a comforting cloak to wear.
mercutio the history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us
,eivom kcochctiH a fo dne eht m'I gnivieced tol a dna krad elttil A
That she wanted to be a healer would likely come as a surprise to many. After all, she was the daughter of two hardened warriors - one of them a legend now. Hadn't her first act as a mare been to challenge their gladiator? And yet here she was, in a position to help.
It seemed strange.
A wolfish smile fell across Tae's ghostly features as she moved to follow Mercutio, a stallion who had also received the title of Sun Physician. He was much large than her, yet Tae's pale white eyes regarded him without fear, as the canine smile on her lips spread. At her heels were two black creatures - a hellhound and a timber wolf - who padded silently and obediently. Their hungry eyes fell across the stallion, but they made no move to advance any farther than Tae.
She said nothing as she came to stand by his side, not offering a greeting, her name, or aid to those around her. Instead, she merely watched silently, very much doubting that any in their vicinity actually needed anything. Only she and Aithniel and Volterra had done any fighting recently.
Though Mercutio's gentle tending had done wonders for his wounds, they healed slowly, and the burns all across his back and hindquarters would not heal without scars without the intervention of magic. Cera was similarly not keen on how it would trap him in his own body if he let them heal on their own - the months it would take where he wouldn't be able to run or spar.
Mercutio's promotion had come as a slight surprise. Cera hadn't expected Aithniel to give that power to someone so new, but he had beamed proudly at the bearded brute when the news had descended upon them nonetheless. Don't get your hopes up, Ilaria whispered tentatively in his mind. She liked Mercutio, a lot, but she loved her bonded more. He said he doesn't like herd life. He can always leave.
The Prince shook his head, trying to knock the logic of her words out of his ears. That's not what this is. I barely know him. It's nothing. Ilaria said nothing more, but her warm eyes watched him sadly. She knew it wasn't nothing. Cera was a creature of sensation - he followed his gut feelings, his heart, his sixth senses. Mercutio made him happy, made the Prince feel like the world did not rest so heavy on his shoulders. Ilaria knew that wasn't "nothing." But he wouldn't be keen on listening to her, preferring denial over protecting a heart that had already suffered so much.
When said stallion's call went across the sands, Cera turned and gratefully went to meet him, skin pulling painfully across his haunches with each step. A relieved smile crossed his lips to see Mercutio standing awaiting his patients. Though he didn't know Tae on a personal level, the Golden dipped his head in friendly greeting towards the younger soul, acknowledging her. She was brave to have taken on Volterra willingly, so that Aithniel could intercept the throne.
"I'd appreciate some healing. Mostly these burns?" He wouldn't mind waiting, so long as his freedom of movement was replenished. But he smiled warmly at Mercutio, encouraging and proud with company between them.
Throws Cera in here to believably heal the rest lol
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