"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 bitter cold of the air bites against your damp skin, which is covered in various amounts of blood and dirt and dried foam from sweat that still lingers. It was just last night that you exhausted your final vine, but it seems already like it was years ago. As you pace by the waterfall, which has slowed to all but a trickle, you snort and look around. There has to be… there has to be… and you look and look, but there are none of your precious vines to be found- not that you really expected them. Your slave girl has all but disappeared and you’re pretty sure she never got around planting your plants. Did you even give them to her? You don’t know.
As you walk by a particularly ugly looking tree, you lash out with your hind hoof, metal shoe crashing against bark with cold precision. Your walk does not sway with your usual intoxication, but rather shakes as your body tries to fight against the lack of your drug. Your head bobs furiously as you try to fight off the effects that wreck your body. Periodically, you remember to hit yourself with your drug magic, the spark that pains your mind a small price to pay to feel the intoxicating sensation. Still, for some reason the magic does not have the exact same effect as the plant itself.
Perhaps it is something about having the actual compound within your body, perhaps it is that the magic causes the same effects through a different location in your brain… whatever the cause, the magic gives you a high but it does not chase away the tremors that plague you. So you pace and shake and trip over roots and scream and fight against the evil thoughts from your past that return to remind you of everything that you used to love and now hate and bury away. Last winter was hard… this one will be harder.
Oddly, she hasn’t seen him since winter started. There was the occasional crossing, but nothing more than that really. So much had happened in that small span of time too; she has an impossibly annoying companion, more “feelings” now, and probably a bunch of other things she has yet to realize.
Figuring the island was probably not the place she would find him, she gallivants off towards the Falls. It seemed that everything happened within the Falls anyways, since the island was starting to lose its “new island” luster.
She landed among the dead foliage of winter. All the deciduous trees are bare, not a single breath of life left on them. Winter crunched against her feet, offering a cold embrace on the ground. So, when she heard the sound of cracking trees and a large brown body, it wasn’t hard to know who it was.
Elsa paused for a moment, watching him go about his business. She cringes as she watches him tumble and trip around. Her mind cannot even begin to process the agony of an addiction; especially when going through withdrawals. In the past, she had tried it, and she knew that it was some sort of semblance of a plant. Since winter wasn’t exactly nature’s friendliest season, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that there was not a single sprig of his drug left.
Finally, she decides to catch up to her bumbling man and walks up beside him, offering her shoulder a bit of support if he needs it. Whether or not he takes it, she wouldn’t know. Sometimes he wanted help, sometimes he didn’t. Just depended on the day. "Long time no see." She says quietly, a half smile falling upon her face. Even if this wasn't his best season, this was by far her forte. "Maybe you should stop walking." She adds. The last thing she needs is an Oxy with a broken leg. If she thought he was a little crazy now, him not being able to do anything... Needless to say, she did not want to see him like that. Regardless of whether or not he decides to stop, she angles the front of her body to force him to stop unless he plans on pushing her out of the way.
She hasn’t seen you? Yeah, you’ve been a little busy murdering things and then trying to act like you know what is going on and attempting to be in charge and now struggling to deal with the fact that you have no plants left and you’re going to have to deal with this all season. Does winter ever end? Why does it even have to start? All of these are questions, of course, that have no real answer. They’re just the kind of questions that plague you in your unrest, reminding you how vulnerable you are here in the snow. Some general, can’t even get by without his precious plants.
At least Snowflake, as she walks up to you, is some small form of relief. If your mind was more coherent (or if you had more normal feelings) you might worry about whether or not she saw you harassing the trees, fumbling about, and other such chaotic motions. Except you’re Oxy, so you aren’t exactly coherent and you couldn’t care less if she saw you acting a fool anyways. She knew you were like this long before you stole her away in the darkness, long before she begged you not to leave her, long before you opened your heart to her and put your trust in the fact that she would not tear it to shreds.
So today, as you’re feeling slightly sentimental and very alone, you accept her help, let her sidle up next to you and take her shoulder as support. As the obvious romantic you are, you disregard the fact that she probably doesn’t want a large, sweaty, smelly, dirty draft stallion leaning on her. Of course, back when you first met her at the Threshold she probably didn’t want a large, sweaty, smelly, dirt draft stallion telling her that she was crazy but… things seemed to work out okay between then and now.
As she suggest that you stop- she’s so gentle the way she words it, perhaps knowing that you don’t take well to commands- your mind slowly churns through the words, trying to decide if you should agree or not. But you’re not given much choice as she angles in front of you. Half stopping, half kind of crashing into her, you halt your forward motion. “Sorry,” you sort of mumble, though your head never really stops moving. Gentle bobs and swinging back and forth give you something to do as your hooves spread wide beneath you, trying to keep you standing. “Snowflake,” you coo softly as you lower your nose, lipping at her mane when your swinging about brings your lips near to her neck. “What am I going to do?”
The admittance of the fact that you are broken hangs in the air between you. It is an admittance for nobody but her. Nobody else needs to know how much you need your drugs.
She knew what she was signing up for long before any of it ever happened. The poor girl had fallen head over heels (dare she say it? No well…) in like with someone who she thought had no intention of even acknowledging her existence. At least it seemed to be slowly but surely turning in her favor. Often times she wonders if it all is just the drugs, but it can’t be right? Here he is, allowing you to sidle up next to him without a qualm. He even stops, which is more than she expected.
As he stopped she can only grin a little. At least he wasn’t going to run away today and do something crazy, for the time being anyway. He apologizes, but all she does is shake her head. He can’t be sorry for something that is beyond his control. It wasn’t his fault he was dependent on those things, heck, she’d probably not be alive if she had walked in his past. It wasn’t exactly the peachiest story in the entire world.
Her own nickname distracts her for a moment. As far as she can recall, he’s never actually called her by her name. It isn’t a name she likes anyways, and the way he says it… its just so endearing. Her eyes close and she leans into his touch. She sometimes wondered if she was the only one that wished for this all the time. Occasionally she’d get a glance, or a look that wasn’t the friendliest from other females, but she didn’t care anymore. Once upon a time she was so worried about him leaving, but now, where could they go? No one wanted her at this point, a blind mare is nothing better than a crafter, and so she would just be his. Although a depressing point, she wasn’t upset with that. Being with him wasn’t hard anymore now that they could actually speak with each other and be seen in public together. Well, maybe not speak everything for Elsa had a few ideas in her mind that would remain there at this moment. She did not want to rile him, for he wasn’t exactly his “best” like this. Or maybe he was, all a point of view she supposed.
His words came from his mouth like a plea, and her ears flicker backwards to listen. She can tell he’s not normal right now, but it’s at least something she can try to help him with. Hear ears swiveled forward again as she steps a little closer to him. Her mind reels with ideas, and they fly all over her head like a tornado. Why can she actually do? She has no magic growing powers, or anything helpful. In fact, the entire essence of her magic and movements and likes would kill the quickest remedy: his drugs. Her nose scrunches in frustration, and she snorts, unable to come up with any sort of elixir to help. With a sigh, she just shakes her head back and forth, and admittance that she isn’t all that great in coming up with solutions.
"Well..." she started quietly, her voice dying off even quicker. "I don't know." She turned her head to try and tuck it under his a in an attempt to hide her shame. "What... helps?" She asked quietly. Maybe she can, maybe she can be helpful for once instead of the one being helped.
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