"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.
The pure white bird could be clearly seen against the painted black sky. The moon was covered in a forest of thick cloud and couldn't be seen and very few stars littered the sky and so there wasn't much light to be shead on the forest, not that there normally was as night. The bird was silent as it flew. It barley had to move a wing to keep airborn and to keep gliding though the sky. The bird was the bulid of a falcon but instead of the normal brown bird it was it was a unmarked white. Not a feather tip was out of shade and the bird was truely beautiful
The bird had a mission though, one that it would not fail for anything. Most birds you see are (without being offensive or anything) are stupid. They had small, feather head brains that didn't think anything exsept for food, water and rest. This bird however was diffrent. It was a spark in the land of birds, a spark that might just prove birds were clever, well some of them anyway. On the end of her white legs were silver talons and in the clutches of her silver talons was a silver leaf. It was well cut round the edge and you could see every vien of the leaf it's self though it's silver coating and with the leaf firmly in her clutches she glided on, slowly starting to desent though the trees.
It slide down a gap in the leaves and hovered above a branch, carfully taking the leaf from her talons in her mouth as gently as she could before landing on the branch, and that was when everything became strange. You see, what ever the bird toaches becomes coated in solid silver, like a statue. Slowly from the first toach of her silver talons the branch became coatded in silver. The silver almost wraped it's self round the branch and then it moved onto each twig and each steam of leaf and then it coated the leaf it's self. Eventally the leaf had moved on from the branch and moved onto the rest of the tree until all of it was coated in silver and glowing ever so slightly. The birds eyes were black with silver pupils and her eyes were constantly watching out and around whilst the tree turned into silver.
If birds could smiling, she would be smiling right now. She was waiting for her prey to come strolling towards her, curious of the silver tree and silver bird holding the silver feather but it was time to disguise and so she takes to the air again, making sure to leave the silver leaf from her beak resting nicely on the tree it's self. You may be thinking what if there was a breeze and it fell of? Well you would be wrong to think if the leaf would fall. When ever it was not being held it became a dead weight, impposible to be moved by anyone but it's owner which, in this case, was the pure white bird which had now dissappered.
Of course it hadn't dissappered, that would be stupid. In fact it had just flowen away and was well hidden in another tree, ready to swope down to prepare it's unknowing meal for dinner.
Encased in darkness was I, walking through this beautiful deep forest I had stumbled upon. It appeared as though I had found a place to stay for the night. This oh-so beautiful night. My pupiless sky blue eyes scanned the trees for any sign of danger but I knew little of this world. I knew little of the fact that danger could come from above.
I catch a white streak out of the corner of my eye and my head darts towards it. It was unclear for it had just darted over a few trees but I was determined to find out what it may or may not be. I was innocent and curious. This was an extremely foolish idea, but I had realized my actions had grown a bit reckless lately. One could not simply live without some risk, I supposed.
My blue coating would occasionally catch a small sliver of moonlight whenever a tiny beam could somehow break through the small holes in the clouds and cover. I soon found myself running with a smile, following the bird. I wasn't quite sure what I was thinking.
I leaped over a fallen log and somehow managed to watch my footing all the same. It was a great feeling, to be running in the cool of the Orangemoon night. I felt like I was a foal again, running just to run. I felt like I was exploring again. On an adventure. And then I kicked myself in the butt for thinking that way again.
Following the direction of the bird, what appeared in my view made me slam to a halt. I dug my hooves into the earth and kicked up dirt and dust before stopping to admire it. It was a beautiful tree, encased in silver. My innocent, sky blue eyes gleamed in the night as I examined it. I also got a weird and strange feeling. It was hard to explain.