"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.
Perhaps Rowan wasn't the only one who found another's presence all she needed to lift her day, if the look on Tor's face explained anything. To have met another wanderer only further comforted her heart. Smiling shyly and dipping her head a little, eyes cast to the side as she spoke. "I'm afraid I wander too...I would not be shocked if I was unknown to my herdmates..." trailing off sadly as she admitted this, staring at caramel hooves before lifting her head once again to look at the draft mare. It would be rude of her to bring Tor, who only just now knew her name, into her troubles. Rowan couldn't help it, she was so lonely and had finally realized that that was her problem. Why hadn't she seen it sooner?
Just as Rowan had caught sight of the gold painted dame, so had Tor. Tor's eyes scanned over the girl who Rowan was surprised to find was her own age. Was she really so young? It felt as if she were years older than she apparently truly was. The painted woman moved over to the other youth, moving close and sharing warmth. Rowan struggled over this. She was so disassociated with touch that it shocked her on most days, and was rather flighty of it. It appeared that she had become rather shy of touch, and sent silent apologies with her eyes to the both of them.
Shocked reply burst out of the other young mare, and Rowan couldn't help but give a ghost of a smile. Her apologies were waved away by a flick of her tail, and amusement shone in Rowan's deep blue eyes. "It's quite alright. One can wander for weeks and still end up missing every other soul. You're not at fault." Hiding her puzzlement when she spoke of roads and way-stations. What in the world? Then again, horses had come from multiple crazy backgrounds that Rowan would never experience. Perhaps it was normal where she hailed from.
Sliding and fading into the background as she usually did, easily muting herself and observing as the unnamed youth conversed and shyly admitted to trying to cross a river. Rowan's eyes momentarily drifted as she remembered her own life threatening dip in the ocean. But she had done it voluntarily. Never had she considered herself a thrill seeker. She preferred to explain it as this- she had had enough of pleasant exchanges and curtsies, she wanted to bite back and challenge the world itself, not just other equines. So she frequently battled things only she could see, such as the waves of the ocean. Dancing upon death's doorstep and galloping away with a whinny and a shake of her mane. It was a thrill yes, but Rowan always felt that she wasn't under Feyther's eternal influence in those moments.
The fae seemed so hesitant about their kindness, as if expecting them to lunge at her and chase her away at a moments notice. Rowan sympathized with the poor girl. "I suppose we are. I certainly try. I don't see the point in being unkind if you have done nothing to antagonize me into it, yes?" The doe's accent was a little hard to understand, but it was a pleasant one that was rather endearing. She was so nervous, and Rowan honestly didn't know what to do with herself. Shuffling a little and fading back as if disappearing without moving, letting Tor take the stage.