"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.
Sweat had broken out of Virgil's coat, and though the Birdsong air was quite warm. it was likely due to shock than temperature. A coldness had settled into his bones, a sort of comforting numbness that secured in him the knowledge that he was almost there. It was interesting really, to try and die. Virgil was simultaneously pleased by the strength that his old bones seemed to posses, but also quite annoyed by their resilience. Did his mind have no say in this at all? His soul? Had his transgressions somehow fortified his body to make it harder to kill, so that this last act of penance was even harder than he might ever have guessed it to be?
He was an old man now. An old man who had wandered many worlds, who had failed enumerable times. A man who just wanted to die, and leave this life to those who wanted to live. To those who were deserving of it.
Virgil's eyes turned towards Hubris, who was no more than a dull splotch of brown. The sun had nearly set and it had taken all the colour from the world, save from the brilliant reds of the Heart. Fire and lava still flowed and burned brightly around them, casting brilliant crimson hues around this battlefield. But when would the battlefield become a graveyard?
"Ahh well. We all have our reservations..." He said to the brown shape in the distance, his voice taking on an almost apologetic tone, as if forgiving Hubris for something.
As his sword collided against Isopia's back, Virgil anticipated feeling .. something. The sword was a magical extension of himself, was it not? And yet he felt nothing as the bone of the dead struck against the bones of the living. There was something unsatisfying in that, but Virgil didn't allow himself to dwell on it. Soon, it wouldn't matter.
Although he could clearly see, despite the dying light, the demi-goddess coming towards him, he did not flinch. This was not because, as you might assume, he was eager to feel the embrace of her horns, but because he knew it was to his tactical advance. Given her currently trajectory, her backside was completely unguarded. Virgil's teeth sought out the exposed flesh of Isopia's neck even as her horns dug into the soft flesh of his neck, tearing down the right side and balancing-out the pain that already screamed for his attention from his left shoulder. Virgil's ears pinned against his skull and a gutter cry of pain, delight, need, necessity, want, meaning, and sadness escaped his lips. There were so many colourful emotions there, that, much like the mixing of a painters palette, the outcome was a brown sound, without life or dimension. His teeth sought her next as he gave the silent command for his ghostly accomplice to try and slice his sword down Isopia's backside. Hopefully, it would draw her attack forward and excite her passions for his blood. In short, hopefully it would piss her off.
Blood dripped down the dappled man's neck, but he could barely feel it. Already the feeling of cold sweat had permeated his bones and sank deep into his flesh. He was more like a dumb corpse now, than a man.