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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.
No one controlled Moniz. Her parents never controlled her. Her herd never controlled her. She had never submitted herself to the terrible anchor of love. No pathetic foal demanded her resources. She owed nothing to any creature. Her life was insular: she need only report to herself. She was her own sole master.
But the walls begged to differ.
Moniz was getting her bearings in this underground labyrinth, somehow not quite stupid enough to get herself into trouble without a clear mental representation of how to get out of it. The whole place buzzed with intense activity, allowing her to skulk around largely unnoticed. Skulking unnoticed wasn’t in her typical behavioral repetoire, but there were few opportunities to interject as she usually would. Everyone was so caught up in the storm of their own chaos that they could not spare the attention to notice the minor squall of a strange pony.
They will not be blind to me for long, she reassured herself with a crooked smile.
In the meantime, her exploration had led her to the Wall of History. This chamber was not like the others Moniz had graced thus far. There was something of a reverent hush that blanketed everything touched by the glowing light that hung overhead. Compared to the endless chatter that echoed everywhere else, the silence felt ominous. Everything was amplified in its throttling embrace.
Moniz wanted to shake it off. The silence could not stop her. She could do whatever she wanted without fear of consequence. Right?
She stepped hesitantly towards the glimmering screen that initially drew her here, immediately scolding herself for the brief moment of doubt and swishing her thick black tail against her sides. She resolutely investigated the object of her curiosity despite the unpleasant sensation of hot breath down her cool neck.
The walls were elaborately marked, spiraling around her with infuriatingly nonsensical depictions. A small minority of the etchings were vaguely familiar, resembling horses as she knew them, but the dizzying majority were far beyond her realm of experience. Somehow, it began to feel very important that she understand whatever clandestine meaning these painted walls concealed. She brought her nose mere inches from the wall, as if proximity could grant her new insight. She exhaled heavily, expecting the sparkling flecks of gold to scatter in a cloud like the thick dust of a parched Tallsun and reveal some other more harmonious imagery, but they stubbornly clung to their granite purchase. They knew the story they wanted to tell, and they did not concern themselves over the confusion of one small pony.
The walls persisted in their elusive glistening.
An ember of rage began to warm in her belly. She needed to know what the walls said - she deserved to know. Did they have any idea who she was? The room's obstinate silence was mocking her, the twinkling walls delighting in her frustration.
Moniz was not the sort of mare who did not know how to respond in the face of mockery. In one smooth, deliberate motion, she lifted her tail and let rip a mighty fart. Its harsh noise bounced off the peaceful walls with satisfying cacophony, and a pleased smirk spread across the vulgar pony's face.
However, it wasn't in the way that was rather oppressive and demonic. No, Elsa loved the freedom she could grant with her control. Maybe it was backwards thinking, but in her past life, a lot of equine, pegasi and unicorns alike could not survive if they had not been given a second chance. Her kingdom was the kingdom that controlled second chances.
Elsa had decided it was time to move from the Sanctuary. That room was so crowded. Yes, she loved frolicking and socializing, but she sometimes wanted to be alone. There was a light opposite the side of the Sanctuary that she had been on. The light was the only warmth this place had to give, and like a mosquito to a killer light, she walked over. A small opening allowed for the pass of all equines, but it was anything but roomy. The pegasus wandered in, to the tune of the most disgusting, hideous farting sound she had ever heard.
She stopped in her tracks, for a moment horrified. She stood quiet but her eyes slowly filled with tears, she could make out the look of a small, fat pony not far off. It had to have been her. Before her manners got the better of her, an enormous laughter fit strangled her whole body. She wheezed and her body flapped like a pathetic bird squeaky toy trying to get air. She stumbled over to the pony, head low, still laughing and tried to speak. "That..", her voice died off as another laugh consumed her, "WAS SO AWESOME." Elsa had never been in a situation quite like that before, and the utter weirdness just stripped her of all mannerisms she had learned before. A few more moments of nervous giggles continued as she breathed in and out, a large smile across her face.
"I'm sorry to have been so rude, if I interrupted in reminiscing of the past or whatever these etchings are I am sorry. My name is Elsa, feel free to kick me out.. i'm so sorry. I was so rude." Now her smile faded and nervous glint was evident in her eyes. She was honestly worried she had interrupted some type of worship. Worship was sacred, and if there was one thing she learned, she learned it was never to meddle in religious affairs. It always got you stung. She looked to the mare again, a very apologetic look upon her face.
Laughter shattered the pony’s smug reverie, ending her good-natured amusement at her own antics as quickly as it had begun. Moniz was happy for the company, but there was no way anyone else would ever know that. But the dark and gloomy caves managed to be desperately lonely despite their overcrowding, and hearing a voice directed at her was momentarily pleasant. Afraid of giving herself away and letting the feelings bubble to the surface, Moniz kept her back turned to the voice that overflowed with unsure but unrestrained giggles. She focused intensely on the wall in front of her, locking her dark eyes on an indecipherable cluster of squiggles.
The feminine voice introduced itself as Elsa while Moniz gathered her self-control. She was blabbering some apology now, and the more she talked, the easier it was for Moniz to let go of her initial short-lived desire for some amiable presence. Meanwhile, the light and shadows continued to play amongst themselves on the wall, oblivious to the bodies that hovered in their chamber.
Moniz thought she would have to fight to hold a monotone, but it came to her naturally as she spoke, muttering in a voice that was surprisingly sinister for such a little creature, “Oh dear, Elsa – what a jaded life you lead. Have you never heard someone fart?” She hovered delightedly on that last word, pleased with how one vulgar little syllable could so easily make others squirm. Comfort with a natural bodily function made her different. The word filled her mouth, sitting on her tongue protectively. With one crass word, she could separate herself from the dull masses who made up the so-called respectable society.
No, she would never join the ranks of those who clung to common decency like a threadbare old security blanket. And it was because she could say fart.
“Moniz,” she rumbled by way of introduction, before finally twisting her neck and catching a glimpse of the intruder in her peripheral vision.
She could not halt herself before she spun about on her haunches, turning to stare openly at Elsa. Her peripheries had not lied: it was no trick of the light. Two extra appendages rose from the mare’s shoulders, large and feathered. They overwhelmed every other feature of her attractive, pale body – Moniz did not see a cremello horse, but a pair of eerie white wings. Everything else seemed blurred and indistinct and utterly unmemorable compared to those surreal wings. Moniz cocked her head curiously, unable to disguise her intrigue. When she spoke again, her voice had cracked, allowing the various hints of confusion and uncertainty to ooze up and fill the spaces between the words.
02-01-2014, 09:09 PM (This post was last modified: 02-01-2014, 09:10 PM by Elsa.)
She mocked her for laughing. Elsa supposed she deserved it, and she was tipping near the point of becoming defensive. Of course she had heard a fart before! She just never heard anything like it quite so... amplified. I guess these stinking caves did have fun side to them. She locked that away in her memory so she could run around and stink the others out later. It would be pretty funny, especially if she could force herself to store up enough stench to add nice little rhythms to it.
The mare finally turned to glance at Elsa, introducing herself as Moniz. The mare then seemed to to a double take and turned to face Elsa. Her eyes were so focused, so intent on Elsa's body. Elsa's ears turned back a little, not against her head, but suddenly in fear of the girls new crazed look. Maybe she was out to kill her. Finally she spoke, in fragmented, broken words. She was in shock. Elsa tried to follow her eyes, only leading to her shoulders. She looked back at the mare and spread her wings. "These are wings?" She said, more as a question rather than an answer. "I'm a pegasus." She said, still slightly confused. I mean, this was normal right. Everyone knows what a pegasus is!
There is only one way to stymy a bully: "I know it's hard, but you have to ignore her." Whether Elsa had done so consciously or not didn't concern Moniz. All she knew was that she had dangled the bait and her winged fishy did not bite.
How disappointing.
Moniz watched distrustfully as Elsa's white wings extended outwards magnificently. With their pearly coloration, they reminded her of the wings of an angry swan who had chased her around a placid little lake when she was a filly. She snorted, a noise intended to reflect disinterest but instead revealing only further curiosity. Her eyes probed the extent of the wings, roving from the tips of her feathers down to her shoulder joint, unsure whether she was a cat studying its cornered prey or the unsuspecting worm destined for the belly of the early bird. The mare who prided herself on always being ready with a witty retort was left momentarily speechless, and she hated herself for being so openly and obviously stunned.
A pegasus, she called herself. One of many. The wheels of Moniz's mind did not work with stunning speed, but she steadily deduced that there must be others of these winged horses, and that they were called pegasus. The yellow light bouncing off the cave walls twinkled pointedly across an image that clearly depicted a similar creature, very nearly begging her to make the connection.
As Moniz was processing these thoughts, she realized Elsa's confusion at her reaction. A thorn of irritation nestled firmly beneath her skin, prickling against her as she breathed. The pegasus had explained her appearance as if it were totally normal; as though Moniz were the freak for her ignorance. She gritted her teeth, flicking her small ears backwards in a false display of being unimpressed. Finally, as she finished being annoyed and putting two and two together, a reaction began to solidify in her brain. The clenched jaw relaxed into a small, unpleasant smile.
"Of course, girl," She forced a note of condescension into her voice as she puffed her chest out and stepped menacingly towards the other mare, trying to make her small stature more imposing. Once the words were spoken, it was as though she had caught her voice once more: the rest of her thoughts spilled from her easily. "But birds were meant for the treetops and skies. What are you doing --" She paused to move still closer, "Trapped down here with the rest of us earthbound creatures?"
Personal space? Moniz had no need for it, nor did she feel the need to grant it to others. The cramped quarters of the underground sanctuary may actually suit her just fine.
Being in the presence of this mare was not comforting. She felt like she was under scrutiny from a crime of some sorts. Feeling uncomfortable, she lowered her wings to her sides and waited for the rather sassy, pudgy mare the reply. It was uncomfortable to be stared at. It wasn't like there was much there to analyze. She was just like the pony, just with wings. I mean seriously, there were better things to be analyzing than a common pegasus.
She almost thought the girl would give a welcoming response, but no, it was just another slightly sassy remark followed by an extremely sassy comment. Elsa couldn't help but let her blue eyes roll. By now, she had taken another step forward as if trying to be intimidating, Elsa could only raise an eye. The pony was much shorter than she was. Elsa was not at all phased and shrugged, trying to lock her eyes with Moniz's. She didn't hold back her comment, and let it fly. This girl was going to play her game, so Elsa might as well play hers. "Darling, us birdbrains, well, we've got to make sure the worms are getting fat in the ground." She sneered. Immediately regretting her word choice. Sure it was a fat joke, and maybe the mare wasn't meaning to be as mean as she was being, but if she was, then Elsa would play it right back at her. It's been a while since she's had a nice little argument. "Plus, contrary to popular belief, it's a lot less exhausting to walk." She added pointedly. Who knows, maybe an oddly evil friendship could arise. Or hatred. Who knew. This world was a crazy place.
Moniz did not know exactly why Elsa rubbed her the wrong way. Then again, she never actually needed a reason to roll around in the rhetorical mud. The joy of being confrontational was a reward in itself – it did not really matter whether the victim of her verbal battery particularly deserved it or not. Nonetheless, Moniz couldn’t help but feel disappointed that her physical threat had not provoked much of a response from the snow-white mare. If Moniz just had one more hand to her height, she could really be one wretched piece of work. Well, more than she was already.
The chubby pony scarcely blinked her inky brown eyes as Elsa stared down at her. You want to go? Moniz’s perseverance had paid off: the pegasus had finally deigned to amuse her with a bristly response of her own. Moniz loved nothing more than getting a rise out of someone, and a black glee swallowed her heart. A toothy smile engulfed her face as she laughed off the fat joke – her belly was not the only thick part of her. She had always been fat and always been teased for her size. Such meanness might have broken the spirit of a more delicate filly, but it only served to thicken Moniz’s skin. Seven years of such treatment had made her one tough bitch. She laughed a little too loudly before licking her lips in an exaggerated, vile gesture. “This worm eats pretty princess ponies like you for breakfast, sweetheart.”
Elsa did not quit while she had the upper hand, adding the comment about the relative ease of walking. Moniz smirked, sensing the opportunity to throw another barb the poor mare's way. "What, a pretty gal like you is afraid of a little exercise? You’d better keep burning those calories if you ever hope to find a handsome stud to bed you…” Her voice trailed off into a mean chuckle as she cocked her back left hoof, her laziness winning over her unrealistic desire to try to appear physically threatening for the moment.
OOC: @[Elsa] Do you want to be tagged after each post? I just saw the note in your signature. =)
02-04-2014, 07:57 PM (This post was last modified: 02-04-2014, 07:57 PM by Elsa.)
Moniz. Was. The. Creepiest. Ass. Pony.
Elsa just raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh that was so deeply rooted in her core. According to her calculations, worms never ate princess, but okay, whatever you say oh-so-sassy-frass pony. She rolled her eyes and just shook her head. "If only I was a pretty princess. I'm just a regular ole chick, but thanks for calling me princess." She offered her a sassy little wink. Honestly, in all of her travels she rarely came across a pony like this. Most of the time it was overly cocky stallions who fancied themselves her suitors. Which brought her back to Moniz's conversation. She made a comment about boys, and at this, her laughter could not be contained. "I don't need to work for my men. They work for me." She offered a sadistic smile, and a twitch of her ears. "Maybe I could show you how to catch a guy one day." She flipped her head, sending her mane flying back a little over-to-dramatically.
Honestly, she was never this sassy. The skill she rarely had to utilize. She remembered back to the underhanded days in her kingdom. A guild of bandits lived not to far away, and she often found herself on intelligence missions. It's where she learned how to get "street-cred". Whether or not she was able to carry it out was up to opinion. She shrugged, and not giving Moniz a chance to talk, she just stated simply. "You know... I kinda like you Moniz. You've got that.. sass." She said while a smile. Maybe she never meant to be as sassy as she was, and she would take it as an insult, but, Elsa would be stunned. Maybe they could be friends? She could be someone she could just, let loose with from time to time. Maybe not though. The world was one big lottery chance.
All smiles. It was ever so fun to banter back and forth in this manner. Most of the creatures Moniz had engaged since her arrival rolled over and played dead, too worn by their genuine, serious problems to bother with being insulted by some new pony. It was fun to demean the pathetic huddled masses, but pushing a defiant mare who was willing to try to keep pace… that was ecstasy. Trying to break a strong spirit gave Moniz fits of joy. It didn’t even matter to her if she succeeded or not – just knowing she’d pushed a confident creature’s buttons enough to make them tick made her giddy. Regular ole chick?“Hardly,” Moniz muttered under her breath, her voice a thinly twisted hiss.
For those who spent their lives trapped in mental cages with bars welded from society’s expectations and norms of behavior and etiquette, it was liberating not to give a damn about someone’s impression of them. But Moniz, the flawed little bitch of a pony, had never allowed herself to be ensnared in that trap. She did not care if she was off-putting or distasteful. She said what she thought as soon as she thought it, not bothering to filter herself. She lived and breathed for herself alone: no one else mattered in her self-centered bubble.
So when Elsa offered to help her attract a stallion, Moniz exploded into a fit of unrestrained laughter. “Do I look like I put even the most minute effort into seducing useless bastards?” Her entire short body heaved with the force of her laughter before she wheezed to catch her breath.
“I prefer far more… practical prizes.” With that, Moniz let her gaze linger suggestively on Elsa. She did not actually have sinister plans that the pegasus would be of any use for, but she didn’t mind if Elsa thought otherwise.
Then came the admission. Moniz was momentarily stunned - what, is the girl a masochist? - but she caught herself with the next breath, scarcely missing a beat. She smiled contemplatively and stepped ever closer to the winged mare, wanting to get deep into the “too close for comfort” realm of physical space. “Is that so, little pet?” She crowed, stretching her neck out and trying to bring her dark brown eyes as threateningly close to Elsa’s face as she could.
Let her feel my hoary whiskers against her pristine pelt if she likes me so much…
Elsa was turning into someone she rarely saw escape! She was so sinister, so sarcastic, so sassy. This side was only shown to her sister, and rarely even happened! Contrary to the belief that sisters never got along, Elsa and Ana got along nearly everyday. This type of sassiness usually was reserved for the arguments when they just got so tired of themselves being around each other.
But here she was, fighting, or rather, tersely conversing with a mare who was old enough to know better. The worse part was, she was allowing herself to get all worked up about it! She listened as the mare fell into a fit of laughter, Elsa couldn't help but roll her eyes. Then she stopped and looked at her, in the most suggestive manner. Elsa laughed, one quick little spurt. "Oh sorry, this prize is not for grabs..." She winked, knowing fully the mare certainly did not mean that she wanted Elsa in any sort of sexual manner. Of course, if one was to have a dirty mind and twist her words ever so slightly, you could deduce from the look that she wanted women. "I prefer those with a 5th limb." She smiled so smugly, it astounded herself.
Then the mare thought to twist her words. The tiny little baby stepped forward and called her a pet. Elsa a smile, and lowered her head meeting the little whiskers on her face. "Why darling I believe I should be calling you pet." If Moniz was still near her face she would've felt the breath from each word across her nose. "It astounds me that such sass has found room in that tiny body." She mused aloud, still looking at her, and intense showdown between pony and horse.
Moniz had stumbed into the uncomfortable predicament of being both amused and dulled by the comfortably monotonous rhythm of their exchanged barbs. As the conversation continued, it became clear neither animal was interested in escalating the talk into anything more than that, but the talk itself was at least modestly entertaining. Trapped in the seemingly endless whirlpool of sweetly stinging words, she was no longer particularly interested in what Elsa had to say, but she could find no way to terminate the conversation. The pony’s ears swiveled to a lazy angle and her neck lowered in relaxed disinterest.
As the topic of conversation took on a not-so-subtle sexual undertone, Moniz’s mild boredom grew a moodier edge. Sex and relationships and other such related themes had always been uncomfortable for the inexperienced pony, and when she was uncomfortable, she became sharp in her defensiveness. The casual, relaxed fun took on a darker tone in her mind, and as a storm brewed in her dark brown eyes, a different viciousness became infused in her voice. She impatiently snapped back at the pegasus, “Yes, we’ve already established your proclivity for extraneous appendages.” A pointed glare rolled across Elsa’s large white wings with renewed judgment.
Having failed to incense the larger dove with the invasion of her personal space, Moniz backed off with barely-disguised revulsion at the moist heat of her spoken breath. The size joke struck her as almost as original as the previous fat joke. With her voice scarcely more than a whisper, the pony purred sinisterly, “A mouse can control an elephant if she knows how to make her tick.” Her impatience again evident, she added hastily, “In the future, if you’d like to insult me, do at least try to show some creativity.”
With a final roll of her big brown eyes, Moniz decided she was done with the conversation and done with this chamber of the cave. She pivoted on her back hoof and stalked off with her thick black tail swishing irritably, eager to escape the oddly decorated room and its overwhelming, indecipherable etchings.
OOC: @[Elsa] Sorry for the wait! It seemed like things were winding down so Moniz peaced out. XD It was fun! I’d love to get them together again some time. ^^
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[O] Serenade me with rocks, love (Elsa)
