"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.
Eleanor and Miranda wandered through the forests, watching the stars above pass by. The little black dragon shook the glowing rock from the tree with curiosity, and she finally held it up against the black glittering sky. She cooed happily from between Ellie's silver horns as she made the connection that she didn't just have a glowing rock, she had a star. Miranda sent happy trills through their bond, her long, slender tail wrapping around one horn to anchor herself to her pale bond-mate.
The hybrid filly smiled happily in return, inhaling deeply to embrace the crisp, cool air. She would not be the child of her parents if she did not love the cold weather. Her white coat was thick but clean and her mane was just starting to fall over her neck. Strange eyes viewed the world with quiet wonder, one blue and one black, and she found herself on the border of a deep, misty woods.
Her hooves stopped moving forward, and she inhaled deeply, smelling the rich earth even despite the light dusting of snow that settled on the ground. The dark hair around her legs protected her against the frost, and honestly, she barely felt the chill so strong were her emotions. Eleanor wanted to move deeper, but border protection indicated that this was a place she shouldn't breach.
Little did she know, she was following in her mother's footsteps. When Ophelia had been a child, she had wandered to this very forest and was met by Deimos - who almost killed her.But her mother was secretive about her past, so Ellie was unaware of the dangers of the world, lurking in the vast, exciting spaces of Helovia.
She didn't know that wolves smiled and monsters purred.
"Where do you think this is, Miranda?" she asked softly, her voice much like Ophelia's but with an innocence and youth where Phi's was cold.
The dragon responded with a soft chirp and went back to her little glowing star. Ellie was left to gaze into the abyss on her own, mind wandering as she tilted her head to the side, curious.
"I was the blood inside your broken heart
I was the stone that you had held"
The Glazier always returned to her duties at night – gathering and disposing of the shards of glass that littered the earth on the Edge’s borders. The sharp pieces were always hard to spot in the moonlight, but Glasgow found comfort in the dark blanket that covered the pale mare, hiding her scars as it swallowed the night. She almost felt normal. It was within nights like these that she felt it was easier to avoid conversation with others, to stay quiet and continue without the possibility of distractions. She could also reminisce over her past life – of being someone that enjoyed talking and the simplicities of life before the gods turned their backs on her. She could think about all the things she thought she’d learn, of all the places she would have visited, of the position she’d have now.
But they were long gone, distant fairytales of other lands. And on this night, she simply mused quietly to herself as she carried a large piece of bark that had fallen off one of the trees, piling the little glinting pieces of glass on them and dragging them along as she went. The silence was beautiful to her, and of course she imagined that if there was silence, there wasn’t any immediate dangers. Though, to be honest, even if there were the Glazier probably wouldn’t care what happened to her. Of course, she always thought these ideas when nobody was around. When faced with possibilities, she shied away as usual.
That’s what happened when she heard the faint sound of someone talking.
She approached quietly and slowly, peering from beneath the dark depths of the many trees that shrouded the Edge’s borders, spying on whomever had uttered simple words into the silent night. Her glassy gaze was quick to spot the figure of the creature. Her body was pale, as was the Glazier’s, but there was something youthful about her appearance. And suddenly, she thought it best to stay hidden among the trees. Not wanting to approach on a dark night with mutilation scarring each part of her face and eyes. She’d rather not become some sort of horror story the child told her friends of the time she snuck out.
“What are you doing out here so late?” She called out to the stranger – her voice raspy and low, full of a shivering cold as if Glasgow wanted to try and frighten the girl away. However, she still remained behind the trees, finding comfort in the shadows with their long stretched hands as she spoke to the girl.
Where there's no Law tying my heart from the start..
Chico was screaming at me through our bond but I’d already seen her; she was small, but her pale coat stood out so starkly against the night’s darkness that she was basically a beacon for anything with two eyes stalking about the night.
Chico beat me there--well. Someone beat both of us there, which we hated instantly, even if the horse was part of our herd. The way the stranger skulked about in the shadows didn’t do much to dispel the awful ideas forming behind our eyes--like, goddamn, why the hell did she have to wander so far away from home, all the way up here, in the middle of the damn night? Someone wasn’t doing their job, patrolling an island for Pete’s sake.
Of Chico’s visible forms, only one of them was cuddly enough to approach a young girl without raising the alarm. (Not like I think she’s a punk on sight, but y’know, shit happens at night) He zpsnk!ed at the tree-line, emerging from the glass and the shade as a plucky little ball of floof, unafraid and earnest in moonlight, trundling straight for the girl and plopping down in her line of sight, gazing at her with liquid eyes.
It didn’t take me long to come after him, bursting onto the scene even as he had calmly approached; I had to catch up, being so far away on my patrol, but here I was now, panting slightly and casting a brow at the voice that had come from the trees.”How’d--how the hell you make it so far to the Edge by yourself?” I asked, my voice laced with wispy breath, my tone a little more urgent than it probably should have been. Also, there was thing thing called introductions and whatever but I was too thrown by her inexplicable presence and the need for her safety to form something that was both coherent and courteous.