"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 stood alive and shocked. The other bathed in blood on the soft thistle. What led up to this was not at all pleasant, but quite brutal and filled with gore. When horses had said there was no border between earth, horse, and sky, they spoke the truth, and when they said horses belonged on the grass, it was also true. It is only now Zdravilo could comprehend what they had met. Only now was she able to see what horror had happened a few moments earlier. Only now did she understand. She understood what drew so many to kill and lust for blood to be shed. Whether this made her cold or not would be dealt out later.
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It had started nice. Zdravilo had been prancing around like a gazelle. The mild heat made her nostrils flare with vigor. She was wild and held a rhythmical sway. An eagle flew over and when that happened, she couldn't help, but feel happiness. It egged her to race it. She ran with the eagle bounded over land. The wind whispering in her ears. A sound so strong, it called her name. This was where she belonged. Under the starry skies where eagles had flown, this place was paradise. The waves on the water and the song of the trees. Wherever she wandered, the one thing she learnt, she would always return. To the Basin. Descaro had led her there with faith.
Her excitement and curiosity was cut short by a primal snort not a ways away. She turned her head to see... herself. Immediately sirens flared in her cranium. Her rude personality and elephant stomps indicated a rude horse with cryptic ways. "Hi there. May I help you? Might I add, we look identical. Where are you from?" Zdravilo was sweet and kind. Without a doubt, she was the one that needed to stay. She was even becoming slightly racist, but her opposite grew with equality. She devil gave no reply and just flat out attacked Zdravilo. Damn her. The normal had not wanted a fight, but her anti had just attacked. The anti's horns ready to meet the resistance of Zdravilo's soft and well kept pelt. The devil landed, turned on her haunches and tried kicking Zdravilo in the face. The sane Zdravilo reared and took the kick to her chest. "Why are you kicking me demon?" Her voice broke out in a usual feminine manner.
With no answer, the anti turned around after her kick had landed. A smile growing on her lips. In an instant, the real Zdravilo spread her lips and cooed her words. "We shall call you Marta. Sounds good?" Marta gave Zdravilo no answer. Marta reared high, and after a moment or two, so did Zdravilo. They threw their hooves at each other. Screams fled both of their mouths, but horror struck Zdravilo's eyes when she realized she was losing.
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The game turned as Marta made an easily predicted move. Zdravilo moved with an ease. She lifted her legs higher and battered Marta's face. Marta was shocked and unable to comprehend this. The hit to her face had been hard and she stumbled a few steps to the right. Zdravilo lunged at her. Her mouth open as it ripped into her skin. Rearing while still having the grip was hard, but she did it. Marta's skin ripped off as her hooves battered the underside of her barrel. "Who are you?" Zdravilo's voice was cold, but curious. With no reply, she pinned her ears back. Lunging again, she slammed her body into the mare's. Marta fell onto her right side. The wind was knocked out of her as she gasped for breath. Zdravilo's thoughts circled and she concluded.
It was time for Marta to die. Zdravilo reared and let her front legs land hard on the mare's side. Blood splattered out of her mouth as the thistle was dyed crimson. "It was for the better." She was sad she had to kill this mare. It needed to be done by someone.