"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.
"One Day, I Shall Live By the Code of Honor."
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Somehow, Laila knew where she was going.
It was going to be dark outside—too dark for anyone, really, much less a tender yearling with an uneven gait. The moon was dazzling, true, but this was the hour for grass-diners to go and prepare to rest themselves and replenish their energy stores—this was a time for those with fangs and yellow eyes to begin stalking the shadows, creeping up on their unsuspecting prey. Laila knew all of these things; she had been taught well by the gentle, chocolate voice that was her conscience, guiding her throughout her sun-lit days. When the sun falls, it said to her, it’s always time to find your brother, and settle down for a restful sleep. Yet Laila trudged on, ignoring such a voice, every step in the moon’s transparent shadow a rebellion to that voice—every placement of her hoof a deliberate rebellion from that sweet, innocent presence from long ago.
The irony didn’t escape Laila; she gave a dry sort of snort-chuckle at the thought.
There was a reason why the ebony filly was up and about, though she wasn’t sure of it yet. She tossed and turned in her bed-grasses until she had enough of that. The wind was calling to her; surely the Moon Goddess was tipping her off into the right direction? Or maybe she was just going mad? Laila didn’t care; she supposed if she were going to take a walk, she would fall asleep that much faster. She delicately picked her way through dense foliage, the salty wind flowing through her bushy mane; she crept through the shadows, her mind blank and tranquil and serene, not quite knowing the destination yet sure that she was getting closer with every step. At last, as she made her way into the pale, crimson clearing of the cliff’s edge, Laila finally understood the reason for her twilit venture as her gaze fell upon the alabaster specter that stared into the waves.
Mama.
Laila analyzed her emotions; there was a painful sort of relief to see her mother whole and well, seemingly unscathed in her visage. She was truly glad to see her; the happiness was so blinding, Laila knew she would’ve shed tears of joy had there not been that twisting sense of disgust that wove along with it. Yet there it was, that ugly black serpent of shame and fury that accompanied the image of her mother’s face in her mind. Laila hated that serpent; hated its grotesque coils and the sinister smile it gave to the chocolate conscience of Laila’s thoughts. The ebony filly took a calming breath, allowing neither of those emotions to color her words. She wanted to keep calm and cool about it; she didn’t want to wound her mother with spitting words of poison and fangs. Laila didn’t claim to know her mother’s mind. Perhaps…perhaps there had been a reason for her mama’s disappearance.
Laila hoped there had been a reason.
“Where did you go?” she asked, her strong voice cutting into the moonlit night. No “hello’s” or “Mama I missed you!”’s or “You can rot in hell for I care!”’s. Just getting straight to the meat of the matter. Laila was tired of feeling these offending things about her family—she hated feeling ashamed of her own blood and mother. It was time to prove Laila wrong and set aside her mutinous feelings about her mother—or justify them.
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