"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.
12-01-2012, 02:05 PM (This post was last modified: 12-01-2012, 05:35 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
Birdsong came with much relief that year. It ushered forth an age of ease - a time in which the bitter frigidness and the ruthless nip of Frostfall became little more than an evanescing memory. Winter is dead, she whispered as a cool zephyr twirled the silklike strands of her mane. The world was a child that knew its poem by heart and each year it would renew the mellisonant verses that were the seasons.
There could not be a spring more beautiful than this.
The dove extended her maw to gently lip a cluster of ivory flowers which bloomed at the edge of the Grove's pool. Their plumes exuded a dulcet aroma, one that breathed the alacrity of spring and emanated an essence of life; rebirth.
Every living thing was practically bursting with color and vibrancy. Leaves began to burgeon forth from the once exposed, vacant limbs of the trees; sage, chartreuse and vibrant viridian. The air was filled with the sonnets of birds and Cassiopeia found herself mirroring they jubilance. Even the sunlight was young and gentle, basking the world in a peaceful glow as it rose gradually into the azure vault of the sky.
The morning yawned with nonpareil beauty - it was one of those days in which the light was implicit of summer and covert winter was confined to the shade, withering beneath the equinoctial veil of rejuvenation. She sighed, cherishing the cool breath of the wind as it brushed across her coat.
12-04-2012, 02:31 PM (This post was last modified: 12-04-2012, 02:34 PM by Faelene.)
F A E L E N E everything is held at length
At last the season had changed and she would have thought that would make it all better. But it didn't. There was new set of challenges confronting her, and tugging at the strings of her heart. Some might think she could choose an easy path from it all, but that wasn't true. One or the other left her with consequences, and she would simply have to continue on the one she was walking. Maybe, she really did lack conviction herself, but she cast a wary sigh not wanting to dwell in that thought.
It was with some trepidation she entered the Secret Grove with curious eyes. This place seemed too beautiful for her to disturb, and the whispers on the wind claimed it for lovers. The red maned rather not run into any of those or a wanting stallion. The ring of trees was what had attracted her in attention in the first place, missing greatly the forest of the Edge that clung with mist. Slowly feeling the soft earth hit her hooves for the first time in months she took a moment to relish the feeling. Then slowly dipped her head to let her nostrils faintly touch at the plant life below her. It smelled wonderful, new and fresh as it should. With glowing orange light rising higher she, in no hurry, began to wander among the thick trees feeling the warmth of the sun now and then upon her hide. Her charcoal colored coat was still quite thick, use to the short time of the sun and length of cold. It did not bother her not to be a shedding mess yet.
Taking turns along the Grove she let her senses take in the changes of this place. There was distance song of birds celebration, and the scent of collected water that made her curious of it's taste. The horned lady rather not get to lost in the surroundings, and payed mind to look for signs of others or being trailed. There were too many spies, and she only wanted a free moment. The deeper she came she did not meet anyone but the inhabits here until something light in the shadows seemed off. A hesitant step, and adjusted sight she saw the pegasus laying down. There was no detection of death, pain, or fear. Faelene dared another stride closer. "Are you all right?" Her alto tone would reach out for their ears so quietly as if it might disturb slumber. With weight steady upon her pillars she braced to run away in case this subject proved hostile.
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