"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.
I tried to sell my soul last night, it's funny he wouldn't even take a bite.
It had been a long time. But helovia felt different now. Something was amiss. Something was seriously wrong. It felt sick. Like something was leeching the life from the earth. I had witnessed the brutal murders of the moon goddess, I had fought the rift gods. I had invaded lands, and fucked my way through half the men in helovia.
But I was back. But for how long?
How long would this earth remain? I had children here. Were they still alive? I didn't know. Somewhere I even had grandchildren. I hadn't met them either. I wasn't sure how much I cared frankly. My dark body scanned the dark veins. I was hidden in the shadows of the night, the only thing visible where my white covered face, and the paint dipped hind legs. Nothing stirred. Not even a single rabbit. So I sighed, exasperated, bored. If only there was someone I could see, and maybe enjoy the pleasure of. Hell, might as well enjoy life until we all get killed, or fight some battle. Or get thrown into portal. That seemed unlikely however.
"Speech here." Tag;; Words;; Notes;; Come say goodbye to Sia! This will be her last thread until the final battle when Kaos kills her!
Ki'irha & we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again
She slips silently through the veins. Something seemed to be amiss, and though she couldn't place it, she felt on edge. The rumors had been flying for weeks, yet now they had intensified, speaking of shadows that ate, breathed, killed, and though rumors were usually easy enough to be dismissed, Ki'irha couldn't help but allow them to stir quietly in the back of her mind. It was a funny thing, finally coming back to reality, only to be taunted by the fact that you had missed so much, with so little time to fix the breaks and bandage the wounds, before everything went to shit again.
The night was unusually dark this eve, but her star-speckled hide still manages to reflect what was left of the light, and the glittering inlay pressed within her crown casts the palest light against her brow. She kicks a stone, hears it skitter down the cracked path. It breaks the uneasy silence, and ears perk to hear any reaction to the noise.
Proceeding forward, she sees a trace of white on a hock, follows it up the shadowed silhouette obscured by the darkness, eventually finding a painted face. Her eyes adjust, nostrils flare, trying to drag in even the slightest hint as to who she had joined. Head tips, horn lowers ever so slightly incase she were wrong, and eyes narrow as she attempts to see further.
"Sialia?" Could it truly be Sialia, the woman who she had served beside for so many seasons as corporals? She remembered the blood, the sweat, the anger, the pride, and wondered what had transpired before she had left. Was Sialia still a guardian of the north? Or had she slipped away, as many had, beneath the blanket of night?
She trots forward, head high, thrilled to see a sister of war. "It's me, Ki'irha, it's been too long!" Stopping, she lets a smile grow upon her lips. "How have you been?"
I am a brewing storm. Eyes flashing, tail sweeping anxiously, ears tied back to my head. The world has become eerily still and I cannot help but think it is the perfect backdrop for the oncoming hurricane. Kaos, his name is poison, spat from the mouths of those whose lives he has since destroyed. The land itself was a victim of his passionate crime.Kaos a porcelain God swept in by the sea and greeted by his fellows as the Princely man he proposed to be. Forsake such pithy hopes, for he is no more than smoke and bones, knitted flesh and weeping darkness. However, by her own hand, Helovia brought ragnarok into her bosom. Now the world around me lay dying, each step pressing black dirt and brown grass to the side.
Horses were fleeing, turning tail, racing to escape the growing shadow of Kaos’ influence. Lands I once wandered as a girl were now lost to a thick miasma, choking the life away from all it met as the mongrel God stood laughing from his skeleton throne. I did not see, but I heard of horses throwing their potential to waste in a feeble attempt at fighting him. It. Knocked them down, gored, skewered, singing out a sweet tune on the fraying thread of hope this cursed island yet clung to. Some were whispering, the occasional passerby that still dared to dream, that something new was happening, that some new force of magic was at work in the background. Some called it their last resort (“The Gods have not forsaken us!”), while others treated it as it deserved to be - just another one of Kaos’ tricks.
Suddenly there she was, like a black sentinel in the already growing darkness of this place. I have searched high and low, seeking, believing that someday I would find her. That perhaps I would have the strength to lead my errant mother home. She loved me, right? She wanted me to be happy above all else, right? She - “Corporal Siala, how good of you to crawl out from under your rock. It took the world ending but, here you are.” the words are sharp, bitter tasting on my tongue as I stand there, still and unmoving like the great stone centurions that guard the Basin. We are not alone, unfortunately, for a blue woman has capered through the withering trees to greet (“Sialia?”) as well. My whole being has been muted, so chaotic (fitting yes?) were my thoughts, a whirlwind mess of garbled jargon and inhospitable logic. There was no sense to anything right then, for all I really wanted was to strike out and hurt her, cause this woman the terrible kind of pain that she left me in. But I knew I would not, could not, so I stand there wondering if she will even recognize the creature I have become in her absence.