"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.
Katria saw the stallion hesitate. Did he not know his own name? What horse did not know his own name? The little girl glanced quickly at the rabbit corpse at her hooves before looking back up at the tan unicorn. Her thoughts pondered. She hoped that this stallion would make her feel better, and maybe even help her find her mother. No… That would be useless. Her mom would defiantly be far away by now, escaping the hell that she created. She could feel the fears fighting to escape from her black eyes, but yet not succeeding as she pushed harder and harder to make then not fall. A shiver climbed up her spine, though it was not from the frigid coldness or tumbling rain.
Finally, the steed said his name. Slaiter it was. It was a nice sounding name she thought. A small smile began to form on the filly’s soft black lips. “Slaiter. That is a cool name. Thank you for the present.” She said. She voice was loader this time, and not as shy. Suddenly, one ear switched back as the other shot forward as she listened to sound that lingered in the distance. The rain made it hard for the girl to pick up the scent, but that was not needed. Two figures formed out of the fog. One was a blue roan mare and other was a large white bear. A smile was on the mare’s face as she came over to filly and lowers her head to Katria’s height. Fear, again began to rise through her, until she spoke to her. This mare with the strange white bear had called her a princess! No one had ever called her that before. She recalled the stories that her mother told her. They were always about a beautiful princess trapped by an evil monster, and a handsome stallion would always come to her rescue and save her. But why would Katria be a princess?
The bear advanced forwards, his body wriggling, Katria gave a little happy snort before replying to the mare. “It is nice to meet you both, Lakota and Aodaun.” It was quite easy to get this little one to be happy, but she still was a little weary about these strangers. They all seemed a bit strange. But, who was Katria to judge? She did not know them the least bit, but she hoped that she could get to know them.
The blue roan mare spoke again, and the same rush of delight flew through her body as she called her Princess again. Lakota then asked Katria about her parents. The shivers were there again, creeping up her spine and filling her with discomfort. “My dad left a long time ago and my mom… Well, she…. I don’t know. I think she left me too. So, I guess you cannot take me to anyone.” Tears once again clawed at her eyes, but only a few managed to escape as she blinked to try to get them to disappear. The delicate fae looked up at all of them, white pupils glancing from Slaiter, to Lakota, to Aodaun, then to the dead rabbit on the soggy ground. She gazed back up again, eyes still flickering to the three figures in front of her.
[[Of course you can stay : ) Sorry again for the wait lol ]]
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