"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 chaotic melodies of the wood began to quiet, slowly fading into the backdrop of beautiful slumber in spite of the growing chorus of Lena’s song. It wrapped around him and suddenly a flame flew rampant through his chest. The burning was not unpleasant but more so an intimate embrace that made him feel light and airy. He could not explain the feeling nor could he escape it, so he simply fell under her spell and threw himself from the ledge of his desires so that he might be able to hide from his pain.
There was a slight break in the song, a moment in which the Queen drew the slightest intake of breath and so he opened his eyes to gaze upon her, silently thanking her for every word uttered and sung. A friend to him she was and though he would never be able to justify why she remained as such, he was infinitely glad that she did. Though he could not see her eyes in all the darkness that surrounded them, he knew that the life he would find there would be just as inspiring as the creature herself, so guileless and proud, innocent and pure. These attributes were only attainable by the virgin herself and for that he could not understand why she would taint herself with his impurities and his sin. At one time he found such qualities to be, though endearing, a mere mockery to the warrior he had once been. However, he wasn’t so sure that he was still the impenetrable beast capable of slaying whole families at the will of his own Father. Instead, he found that he had been softened somewhere along the way, now vulnerable to the insecurities that lurked just beneath the surface of his smooth veneer.
As her tune continued, Déodat calmed and began to lose himself entirely to her power. It was soothing enough for him to be able to relax each muscle until the tension had drained away into the entirety of the earth. Beneath him the ground was hard and yet it comforted him to know that it too seemed to cradle his essence in a cold embrace. Each pitch seemed to carry him high and then drop him low enough that sleep seemed to be waiting just beyond the cliff of his resolve. It swayed and danced along in the darkness as they stood and for a time the Blood Prince was content to watch it smile and laugh between chords. When it appeared that the song had ended, he felt dismayed, saddened to know that it was done. Shortly after, the dissonant voice of the wood grew in volume and the pair was once again plagued by reality and the lack of peaceful splendor. “Thank you”, he murmured. The words were so quiet, they appeared to have come from a different entity entirely, and perhaps they had.
Déodat was an ever-changing creature; there was certainly no doubt about that. But he was content with the changes that were headed his way, which included the softening of his hardened walls so that one day they might eventually be able to come crashing down. He had forgotten momentarily his irrational behavior in the presence of the skull-faced mare and instead thought openly about life and the many paths that lay before him. “Such a whimsical song. Where did you learn it?” He had turned to face the Queen in spite of the darkness that he knew would cloud her features from his curious eye. He listened intently, eager to hear her colorful notes paint the night in deep reds and blues, for she had been able to ignite a fire within him that had long ago died in battle. But perhaps he would find himself returned, if only with a bit of help from his only true friend and ally.