"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 beast awoke to the cold fridged weather. Fire dimmed and crackled echoing in the depths of the cave. His scared pelt shivered with a different chilling eeriness. Cracked hooves heaved the beast up from his position. Stone cold gray eyes looked to the life flickering and roaring to keep the warmth in his cave. Demonic horns lowered pushing another log into the fire before stepping to the mouth of his cave. The footsteps echoed with ghostly like sounds. Coming to a halt and looking out into the Basin gray stone eyes looked upon a sight he thought he would never see.
The Dark Lord, The Reaper, and Heathen of the mountain laying on the cold, damp ground
Nox reached for his wolf pelt and flicked it across his velvet back. Hooves stretch out touching the ground that reeked of death. A sigh fell from his maw; this was not a good sign. The rain dampened the demons pelt has he started the descent towards the fallen soul. Ebony curved horns laid low to the slush-covered ground. His heavy tail dragged behind him, and his steps were in a manner that is not typical to the beast. Instead of the regular eerie haunting movements of his body, Nox moved with a solemn like step. His gray eyes remained upon the body. The Reaper who collected souls and killed with the touch had his own soul collected, ripped from his body, and sold to the devil. A heavy sigh fell from him as he came to a halt next to the golden one, his former Lord. The dark prince laid upon his father's pelt. Thranduil let his voice ring out it was incomplete and shattered by the growing silence. Gray eyes watched as the golden pulled the wolf pelt from his hide and paused. It was a long thought out pause before he placed the pelt onto the fallen Lord. Nox lowered his skull further to the ground in respect. This was not supposed to happen. The Reaper was feared by all, Death never dies. The Reaper should have never had his own soul reaped.He was the binding to the Basin, without him would they just fall apart?
The golden one spoke again. He talked about the hide that he wore upon his back. Deimos lead the charge, like the lead the Basin. “The one who gave everything to the herd, and expected nothing in return.” His great skull lowered and his voice spoke in a soft prayer. Latin words rumbled under his breath pleading with the devil to show mercy “Requiescat in pace. Et miserebitur eius, et somnus eius Satanam. Vivet Gravebind spiritu non obliviscantur opera montes. Haec mihi faciant dii et dirige nos misericordiam eget lacus. Amen.” His velvet ebony nose reached out and touched the shoulder of the cold dead body. Stone cold eyes opened as he spoke the last word ending the prayer and plea to Satan. Nox did not worship the demonic force, but he believed in life after death.
The rain continued to pour over the group standing around Deimos. A chill froze through the black demon's body causing his muscles to shiver. His gaze fell to the prince then the golden. “He needs to be honored in some way.” His deep voice rumbled quietly from his chest. Offering a suggestion so they would always to remember the greatest Lord the Basin would ever have. The Reaper would never be forgotten; he will always live on in spirit and hopefully in hearts of all who ever dwelled in the Basin. May Satan have mercy on his soul...
“Talk.”
Translation::
May he rest in peace. Let his soul slumber and have mercy on him Satan. The Reaper shall live on in spirit; the mountains will never forget his efforts. May the gods show mercy to the basin and guide us forward. Amen
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