"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.
On the way back from the Heart, Erthë excused herself to Yael and decided to take a detour past the Veins before continuing home. Long seasons had passed since she last visited the old shrines, and she was overdue for her delivery of fresh flowers. Whether or not the gods actually cared about the offerings she did not know. The Lady had appeared before here there once, and from what she had heard it was the go to location for communication between moral and god even now, despite the shrines being toppled and ruined for many years. Still, wandering amidst the sacred dwellings brought a certain ease of mind that Erthë had never felt elsewhere, and so it was with some eagerness she looked forward to this trip.
Knowing well how little vegetation the lava-strewn landscape of the peninsula offered, she paused on her journey on the brink of a small creek to refresh herself. The cool, clear waters coursed around a small meadow, partially flanked by trees resplendent with fresh verdure, their freshly budded leaves vibrant with color and life. Spring certainly had come far here in the south, the filly noticed. Flowers of every color and size crowded the slope in such numbers that they left no room for grass, many of which were unfamiliar to her. Daisies she recognized, and the cheerful yellow of dandelions and buttercup, and if she was not mistaken that was an early patch of lavender with its unmistakable powdery blue. But the tiny orange torches, and those beautiful white bells whose stalks seemed nearly too thin to hold up the blossoms?
As her eyes spotted a patch of dazzling red amidst the abundance however, Erthë turned her eyes away, all too aware of the seductive power that flower held over her. once her thirst had been slaked in the stream she headed over to the lavender and began to pick from the pungent stems; only a few of each, only a little for each god, for it was a mere token of her faith and a mark of allegiance she wished to convey, not a bribe to curry favors.
Though the clear sky and the lack of wind made the midday sun strong, she made sure to keep her wintry powers at bay for once; it would not do to freeze this much beauty, whether accidentally or on purpose. Erthë might not particularly enjoy the warmer seasons but it did not mean she had a right to deny others their share of it...
No one ever tried to keep her from reveling in the snow, after all.
home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Almost nothing could keep the child of stone grounded, not even in the majestic expanse of desert he now called his home. Be it a half-day trip to a neighbouring provence or a day spent building his nest under the eyes of Gauchos monument, Pippin was learning the ways of a hardy Helovian in wondrous speed. Camping outside every night had been one of his hardest trials; hobbits werent used to the weather, and burrows were where they made their homes.
To the west he had flown on his first adventure, his wings taking him directly over the sea. Once or twice he might witness a pod of dolphins revelling in the sun, or even the most marvellous spectrum of fish flashing by upon the surface.
Reaching down the boy would shyly attempt to stroke the candescent water with his hoof, though when the draft turned his wings off course and shook his miniscule body with turbulence he would soar away with his tail tucked. One day I will touch the water .
Now soaring high above the clouds and the canopy they provided Pip began to peer through the gaps when he noticed the clouds darkening. The most curious blue light streamed through the gaps which consiquentially caused the small stag to dive below the cloud cover to gaze upon whatever dwelled below.
The rock, the waves, the lava. It was like nothing he had ever seen, nor ever dreamed of. Jaw agape and his wings treading in place against the air, pippin beheld the peninsular with wide eyes. For a good few minutes he fluttered in circles around the shrines, the lava-washed beach, and the trickling stream. He wished to see it from every angle and learn it secrets! Coulx they ever be uncovered?
It was on his fourth circle above the shrines that he noticed a girl among the wildflowers. She was the colour of snow, and a pegasus just like him and also blessed with horns.
Wobbling on his wings the small boy turned and aimed his landing at the beach, awkwardly and determined he zoomed in for his landing. Five times out of ten the boy would crash into the dirt, he was still learning, however today he managed to keep his dignity and land with a reasonable attempt not too far from the wintry doe. "Hallo!" He chirped excitedly "what are you doing in a place like this?"
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