"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.
Well, this hadn’t happened in some time now. Along with the joy of realizing what was happening to her body rose a twisting, aching fear. It had been three years since Naerys had been born and her daughter’s birth was rough - not only for her, but for the young filly as well. She hadn’t been breathing when she had first come into the world.
Now, Alysanne was older - would her body still be up for the struggles of birthing? She didn’t feel old.
It was all rather too late to start worrying about this now. Not only had she been dreaming about having another child ever since the Basin’s festival last year when she had her fortune told, but she had made a few new friends - either one of whom could’ve been the cause of the swelling of her sides. It didn’t trouble her overly much that she wasn’t exactly sure who the father was - she had to admit she was hopeful that when the child did arrive, she would be able to tell. Artorius and Naerys had both turned out to be such perfect blends of her and their fathers, it stood to reason that this foal (or foals!) would be no different.
Her wings were folded against her sides, though even those limbs were beginning to be inadequate to hide her current state. She wandered slowly through the woods, the morning mists thick around the trunks of the trees and swirling as she moved. Hemlock flew nearby, hovering over her with worry. The foal would be coming soon and they were both on edge - each passing day causing them to feel worse and worse. She knew she should go find one of the healers, discuss what she was worried about and see if they would be available if troubles should arise.
She should.
But instead she felt her worries and apprehension grow as thick as the Edge’s mist in her mind, clouding her thoughts and making it difficult to be rational.
Cloaked and collared, the lantern-lit stag drifted throughout the mist and tree trunks of his humble home. It was a place he had come to love deeply even in the colder seasons when Father Sun did not shine as brightly - he still had his lantern as his own personal star and Peatree his follower and friend.
The Doctor had risen before the dawn as he always did, scouted the borders for any signs or scents of dear Arah, before he'd made his way down the gullies and over creeks towards the glade that enveloped the garden and greenhouse. The gent's paces were stopped however; by a ghostly figure among the trees. Primarily the stag was unsure just which of their two magpie-coloured queens it was who strode through the mist, wings dragging and hung over stretched skin. Alysanne... though it seemed she was not entirely alone.
New life did not often frighten the flaxen father, though it would always be a concern of the priestly man when a woman bore a child without a mate. This was an ideal that changed and was tested often, having warped and broken with his own fallings. It was something soon pushed to the back of his mind by new concerns as his paces picked up, taking steps to follow the woman. She was not particularly youthful any longer. Birthing at her age was sure to come with great complications, even the worst.
While his feet begged him to stay put behind the trees, away from the mare he slightly feared, his heart told him to stride forth. Indescicion gripped at his heart, digging it's icy claws in as Peatree flew on ahead (having seen hemlock, he would attempt to catch up to him). "TILNAY!" the bat bleated through their tight bond "come you!".
Shaking his cranium, Tilney gave a gruff snort as his decision was practically made for him.
"Alysanne" he came to coo through the mist, taking longer steps in an attempt to reach her quickly. "You look... exhausted" this was all he managed to utter as he tried to hide his glance over her awkwardly strung wings. As he did, the worry began to subside and excitement gripped him, a wide smile falling upon his maw. "A new life. How exciting" He whispered, lantern light crooning over the expectant mother.
As if called by her thoughts, the herd’s resident Moon Doctor appeared through the mists. The sight of Tilney did not exactly ease her nerves, but it didn’t make them any worse. It had been a very long time since she had spent any time one-on-one with the antlered stallion, and she knew very much that his expertise was exactly what she needed right now. Hemlock felt apprehensive too but, upon spying Peatree, hooted his delight at spotting a fellow flighted companion and it wasn’t even a dragon! The small owl swooped around, hoping to encourage the bat into a small game of chase.
A laugh escaped Alysanne at Tilney’s greeting - instantly cutting into the tension that she felt and utterly lighthearted. Far from being insulted, she knew it was true. “I feel it too.” Her laughter faded into a soft smile, light and easy.
At his next words, her wings shuffled a little - but their movements were just as awkward as the way they hung at her sides. She had been prepared for the uncomfortable feeling, she had been in this situation before, but remembering how uncomfortable it was and actually living it again where two totally different things. “Yes, I’m very excited…” Her smile started to fade then, her green eyes shifting away from him. “But a little afraid too.” She confessed quietly, hating this weakness but knowing that her silence could cause more problems. “Naerys’ birthing was so hard… and I was younger then.”