"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.
Let’s go back. Back to a time before fate sets the cogs and wheels turning, before anger stirs the air and betrayal poisons the water. Not too far, just a little – enough to make this a love story, enough to pretend it’s not a tale of guilt and desperation.
It’s quieter down here, in the Grove. It’s true that the northern wind does not so easily pierce the thick vegetation. Here, the willows still hold their color; some of the first to turn green and the last to lose their color, they glow gold in the late afternoon sunlight. It dances through the spindly branches, casting long shadows across both land and water. Yael wears her cloak clasped loosely about her neck, letting it fall askew of her slender frame and plush, black-tipped wings as Zani moves about – unable to sit still in his ever-growing curiosity.
Curious as he is, he may want to disappear soon enough.
Step by step, she navigates the vegetation, humming a soft little tune to herself in perceived solitude. It rises and falls in a minor key, wordless and exotic. Every now and then, she reaches back to touch the serval kit or nose him into a better position, focused on nothing but the two of them and their excursion to nowhere in particular.
fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
A new type of satisfaction filled the man. It swelled his chest and arched his crest—not in a pompous way, but in a fulfilled way. The vulture, so absorbed with proud paternal thoughts, did not even realize he, and all of Helovia, had just been released from the clutches of a powerful god—he had far more important thoughts on his mind: flying lessons.
The little bumblebee had admirable soared over the salt flats. His wings absentmindedly rose from his sides, their vast size brushing against the willow’s golden drapery even in their half-folded state. A few yellow, oval leaves getting ensnared in the varied feathers and hitching a ride through the Grove—a few even clutched onto the snarled tufts of his beard, bringing further attention to the preoccupied, lopsided grin that was plastered on his thick lips. He was in a fine mood, indeed, as he wandered back towards the Edge.
Though his red-hot eyes quickly lost their glaze, raptor gaze focusing sharply on the golden haunches that swayed just beyond their reach in the thickly-foliaged Grove. He knew those haunches and those dark wing tips that so amply framed them. Though he had not yet known those haunches in the way he had wished for on multiple occasions of meeting Yael, he certainly had appreciated them from the other side of her long-running rejection.
But even the constant teasing (and continued denial) of the alluringly accented mare could not dim his spirits; right now, the Vulture was on top of the world. So a deep, gruff whicker was sent out through the swaying willows, “Yael, always a vision.” And his lopsided grin grew, wondering hoping for some further illuminating conversation with the enigmatic woman.
06-26-2017, 07:19 PM (This post was last modified: 06-26-2017, 07:26 PM by Yael.)
Zani is the first to detect the titan; his tiny, round head with oversized ears pokes out of the cloak, swiveling this way and that until he spots the white-faced stallion. And oh, he thinks the man to be a giant. A high-pitched warning growl echoes his alarm, but the golden priestess (is she, still?) has already felt it, her hooves bringing the pair to a halt. Zani sends her an image of what he sees, blowing Gaal up to be this fire-eyed monster bearing down on them, black trails very clearly foretelling his intent to harm them.
Yael pivots, slightly confused, and even as she does, his deep rumble reaches her ears. A delighted beacon of a smile stretches across her face, beaming a certain radiance towards the feathered man. However, she cannot yet reply; not until she calms her bonded down, murmuring unheard words towards the kit until he leaps from his nest between her shoulder blades, and prowls towards the massive pegasus. At least his snarling as stopped (for now) - but still, he is not certain of this one, even more confused by the warm, subdued lust that Yael cannot filter out of their newly formed link.
She had been disappointed to hear that he’d gone to take care of a family, if only because she thought him to be a bachelor. In a way, the little development makes him even more attractive, knowing that he takes such a responsibility seriously - that there is more to the smooth-talking playboy than meets the eye. Appraising eyes drink Gaal up as he parts through the willow branches, a hundred sultry words brimming to the surface - but as usual, she goes with the safe ones. “Gaal…” she replies in a honeyed tongue, “You xaf returned! Ah… xow ees your… ah, familee?”
Well, mostly safe. There is a silent, second question behind her first. Why didn’t he tell her, amidst all their flirting? Because she does have to go there. She has to call him out in order to move forward. Like any woman, she wants to know - what is her competition like?