"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.
Murder wasn’t foolish enough to surmise that he would not be pursued the instant he set foot within the Foothills boundaries. He recognized Ophelia as a very perspicacious individual who would not allow her home to go unfortified. However when he saw the shadow of the avian damsel soar above him Murder had to concede he was quite impressed with their timing. Halting abruptly he knew it was futile to run. She may be the first to notice him trespassing but there were more where she came from and much larger wardens Murder was sure. Murder’s audits swiveled atop his crania as he listened to the thresh of her immense annexes while they severed the sky and the subtle thump as she descended, like a feather, upon the earth. Envy once again set in, as it had so many times before in the presence of pegasi, and Murder sighed with superfluous resentment. It was not xenophobia that he was expressing but in fact the exact opposite. Murder yearned to be akin to them, to have the aptitude of flight. Murder coveted wings. It was an ache he’d felt from the day he confirmed the existence of plumed equines. He felt the Gods had mocked him at birth by making him a unicorn. By giving him companions he would hold so dear with such a drastic difference to him. Murder would ever remain grounded and play the spectator as his beloveds glided through the firmament. The Deities cursed him to an existence of longing.
Though of late they had made Murder’s torment far worse.
His nares inhaled her feminine scent, mixed with a celestial aroma he was not conversant with, as it was congregated by the breeze and was carried to him, though he still had no visual on the vixen. Perchance if he convinced her that he meant no harm to her clan and even that he knew Ophelia, in more than a passing acquaintance sense, she could assist him instead of seize him. Nevertheless Murder had an inkling that was not likely to transpire.
... Murder, isn't it?
Murder’s lobes fell as he rotated his skull to face the harlot when she slid from the obscurities. Dropping his crania and pulling his jaw closer to his esophagus in a defensive stance Murder analyzed the viper with gruesome pools. It was evident she had malevolent objectives and Murder could sense his sinew tensing beneath his azure hide in speculation of the shrew’s ensuing action. I've heard about you. Her lyrics were alluring though they seemed to hold a falseness and Murder was far from captivated by her tone, in fact it set him more on edge. It was becoming ever more apparent that he would not be departing the Foothills anytime soon, and perhaps not even intact. The remainder of her dialog ran together and the final words Murder grasped before Irrydae extricated her magic was ”bad decision”.
Murder couldn’t elucidate or even comprehend what he witnessed or what happened to him. It was like viewing the cosmos detonate before his vermillion pits, it was beautiful and spectacular yet so very terrifying and Murder erected himself on his posterior limbs in a trifling endeavor to evade the blitz. The stardust collided into him with phenomenal potency knocking Murder to the soil with an excruciating crash. An atrocious scream left Murder’s larynx as he plummeted towards the forest floor. Dread plagued every inch of the defeated cerulean behemoth, though Murder was rapidly losing the vigor for even have the capacity to be afraid. His flanks heaved with labored breaths as he scanned his surroundings to the paramount of his abilities, knowing more denizens of the Foothills had to be on their way. If only Ophelia would come then Murder could expound himself and put things right. He only sought his crows, that’s all Murder ever wanted, was that too much to ask? Ophelia assured she would aid him, he never desired to hurt her.
She promised she would help me…
“Ophelia…please find me Ophelia.”
Murder’s vocals were ragged, strenuous and measured. It took all his virility to speak and he lay there hoping Irrydae would have compassion enough in her otherworldly form to do him that minor courtesy. However being an adroit creature Murder predicted nothing more than death.