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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.
12-09-2014, 11:02 PM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2014, 11:02 PM by Oxy.)
You leave from the moon bitch disappointed and as hateful as ever. Fuck her. Fuck the stupid forest. Fuck the snow that ruined all your drugs. And fuck everyone else, too, for that matter. Except Snowflake. She’s always been great… it just took you a little while to notice. And so you go now from the forest with the intent to find her, except suddenly… suddenly you’re in a world of pain like you’ve almost never felt before- and you’ve felt a lot of pain. Your skin feels like it’s being pulled from your very bones, your center feels like it is alight with flames. Your organs are melting, your cells boiling, your brain frying from the heat. It kills you and you don’t know where it’s coming from. It is to be your downfall, you can just tell. You need her, you have to have her-
“SNOWFLAKE!” Your voice is insistent, calling her to you, demanding that she come now because suddenly you’re certain you’re dying. You stumble through the forest back towards the falls. The trees change, become lighter and less dense, you hardly notice it. “SNOWFLAKE!” you bellow again, even though there’s no way she can hear you if she is in the Falls where she belongs. But still you stumble, somehow still alive despite the fact that your skin literally feels like it is being peeled inch by inch from your body.
“SNOWFLAKE!” you scream as you reach the border, the pain evident within your voice. You need her, because you are dying. Is this payback for killing Krieger, for watching him fall to the ground and feeling no remorse as your hooves smashed down upon him? Payback for assaulting that mare with the foal? You shiver- you’re so hot you feel cold, and then suddenly… suddenly you know what you should do. Why didn’t you think of it before? You reach for your magic, it seems so far away but you find it, your drug magic, and you release it upon yourself. The spark in your mind is almost nothing, you can barely feel it, and the effect washes over you…
And everything becomes… beautiful.
@[Elsa]- Oh! Sorry for double tag! Just wanted to let you know that the weird hallucination stuff going on is due to the Moon Goddess and Oxy's quest.
So maybe she hasn't been exactly the best when it comes to keeping up with the one who actually appreciates her, but at least she tried right? That whole thing with the flies flying around her and actually enabling her to see everything was not something she was about to reveal to him. He already worried about her too much, in her opinion anyways. There was no need to worry him more by having disgusting bugs flying out of every open part of her body, and magically being able to see again. Edgar helped her get through in secret, and the bird promised to keep it under wraps. Neither of them wanted to go through that again, and hey, it went away on its own after a while! She can only imagine what the others who ate went through.
However, the past was in the past, she had to let it go. So thus began teaching Edgar how to actually fly, considering the bid could do nothing more than flail about like a bird brain to reach a branch. So, a bird must be put out of the nest eventually. The two moved to the edge of the falls, there were enough drop offs near the boarder to chuck him off and make him fly. When her feet were a few feet from the edge, she could feel his grip tighten on her poll. She narrowed her eyes, he was going off this edge one way or another. Taking off, she pushed off the edge, soaring above the ridge before barrel rolling in the air. Edgar, losing his grip, squawked and fell. His now somewhat formed wings flailed in a free-fall for a few moments, before he catches the air and glides. Elsa smiles a little too smug, and the birds anger permeates into her mind. He is seething mad, and flies off without her. She shrugs and laughs 'Fine, be a baby.' Edgar the little bitter bird flies off into the night.
She however, isn't exactly getting a break. A voice suddenly cuts into her flight, and rather harshly. Its the nickname she has so "lovingly" been given, and its the voice of the one who dubbed her it. It's not a nice call either, its more like a scream thats coming from the ground. She angles her wings backwards a little, catching the wind to aim at the faint but familiar figure below her. In a few swoops she's hitting the ground with a little more force than necessary. Her landing is turbulent, and she stumbles a few steps forward in front of him. Hopefully he's stopped moving in the forward direction or she might just end up on the ground.
After flailing for footing, she finally ends up upright, and looking like a hot mess. Scrunching her nose she turns around, trying to force her breathing to calm down. Yet, with the almost falling head first into the ground in combination with flying, she's a little more than breathless. Blinking a few times, she almost expects him to say something, but instead decides to talk for herself. "Well..." She pauses for a breath before continuing. "Now that i've almost broken my neck.." She pauses again, making sure that he's actually okay, considering he's probably the one she should be worrying about. Her health at this point wasn't an issue, broken limbs are a side effect of flying. "At least you're in one piece." She says quietly, finally calming down a little bit. He however, did sound like he was in the middle of being ripped to shreds. "You sounded like you were dying." She adds, pointedly looking him up and down as if to say he looked nearly the same as the last time she had seen him. Besides the normal "malnourished-ness" he had about him, he looked like regular Oxy. Then again, she had no idea what went on in that head of his.
She lands before you, but by the time she has arrived you are hallucinating a whole different type of world. Where once your skin was being peeled alive from your body, now you are seeing beauty in a way you’ve never seen it before and Snowflake is, by far, the most beautiful thing in the whole scene. Her voice is church bells, tinkling and chiming in the warm spring air. The muddy ground that your hooves sink down into isn’t muddy at all, but rather a field full of locoweed and those pretty purple flowers that you know so well. The pain is gone, the fire in your chest eliminated. You don’t know what happened, all you did was call upon your magic, but this is by far the best thing that has ever happened to you. And yet… somewhere in the distant fog of your mind, you can hear the annoyance in Snowflake’s voice. Lazily, your eyes drop to her, a goofy smile upon your face. She brought you here to this place, you just know it. And in your doped, half-hallucinating state of mind, you know exactly what to say to her-
“I was dying… but it’s ok now. I love you.”
The words drop in the air, words you never expected you would say to her, but here in this beautiful field with her amazing voice and the way she seems to sparkle in the bright morning light, the way the birds fly through the blue air, the way the warm air heats your skin and bones and soul… it just seems right. So you stumble forward and try to pull her close, sort of stumbling, and probably none too gentle with her at all, but she’s made the pain go away and she’s made everything that was ugly beautiful. Even the waterfall that you usually hate has some magic to it today. “Don’t be mad at me,” you try to murmur, sort of a little too loud, as you try to drape your neck over her back, hoping she’ll stop sounding so angry. You didn’t mean to make her mad… you don’t think. It doesn’t really matter now, everything is perfect. She’s here, everything is right. “I missed you.”
For the first time in a long time you let yourself be vulnerable and don’t even consider the consequences. You don’t even bother to wonder if she’ll turn you away.
For all the riches in the world, Elsa would’ve bet that between the two of them, she would have uttered those words first. Even if he doesn’t mean it, the words still mean something right? Deep down somewhere he has to feel it to even think to say it… right? She wants to believe with every ounce of her being that he means it, but that doesn’t light up the darkness of her mind. Deep down inside she still wonders if the drugs are the reason he even gave her a chance, granted she had spoken to him when he was in detox, but was she just a temporary fix? It was these very thoughts that made her stand still in complete silence, hoping that he says something to at least make her think that he means it.
He suddenly moves and for once she flinches, not in a bad way, but from actually being caught off guard. She lets it happen though; him being close makes her feel so at ease so why now when he professes his love, does she feel like this? Does she not want to be hurt? Does she not want to lose something again? Her mind reels, thinking of how hard it would hurt to fall, and then to miss again. The first couple of times weren’t so bad, her parents and sister could do nothing about it. The fall was inevitable. Yet here, the one she wants to give everything to can just walk away, and she doesn’t know if she could handle the shatter that he can create. There are only so many times ice can shatter before it becomes nothing but another drop of water in the ocean that does not care.
She can’t help it though, and she tucks her body underneath his neck if he allows it. He even tries to convince her to not be mad… how could she ever be mad at him? Of all the people in this wretched land he was the only one to even show an ounce of care for her. Sure Amani and Abishia both loved her, but she was more of necessity for them, a keeper. So Oxy was the only one who wanted to keep the keeper. She reaches her nose to press it against his shoulder, to know he’s still there. The movement was something of an odd comfort to her. Even though nothing has gone wrong, every meeting is like a flood of relief. She knows he’s still here and breathing, but every time he’s gone, whether she’s aware of it or not, she cannot help but feel empty, like a part of her is stuck with him. If he goes, so does that part of her. "I.." She begins to speak for he keeps talking, he missed her. She swallows back the tears that are burning at the bottom of her throat. Why should she be sad? Why is it so wrong for someone to love her. "Then don't leave." She says quietly, trying to finish. She needs to say the words that have been rambling around in her head.
"And I love you." And she's falling, she's falling so hard that no matter what happens she'll be shattered if his existence goes. She can shatter because she knows no one else can ever catch her the way he can, if he so chooses. Her eyes well but she still does not cry, she's too happy to cry.
With every step you take towards her, you tear down the steel wall that has been guarding your heart. You don’t mean to, but the rainbow of butterflies that flutter in your stomach and in the air demand it. The panels that have been surrounding it, giving it only enough room to beat the blood through your arteries, crack and crumble, turning to rust. The process should have taken eons- an eternity; the love that you feel and the trickery that the moon goddess plays on you now, though, speeds the process. The metal oxidizes, scatters to dust under its own weight, and slowly the red of your heart begins to show- and with it, the black of your soul. You love her, perhaps, but you are no knight in shining armor. You are the same crude man you have always been- the same crude man that you will always be. Love can break walls, but it cannot remold the most primal base of one’s personality.
You let her settle underneath your neck where she wants to be… where you wants her to be. Her warmth presses against your muddied hide, revealing bones pressing out where muscles should be covering them more thoroughly. The winter has not been kind to you. Not that any season is. Will she shy away? Will she realize what a farce this is and twist away from you, suddenly disgusted? You wonder this, for the briefest of instants, as a phantom pain on your skin brings evil back into your heart. But it is only a moment, and that instant cannot ruin all the glory around you. You push the pain away and push yourself closer to Snowflake.
Her scent as you inhale is intoxicating, her words an accent to the feelings that swell inside of you. It is spring, and you are a man, and the confessions of love, words blurted out without thought of the consequences, bring forward primal instincts. You begin nibbling along the crest of her neck, reminiscent of the night you spent in the caves not so long ago. Softly, you grumble into her ears, “I want you.” For once, you do not look around to see if anyone is watching. You do not worry about prying eyes, you do not fret if there are others. The magic sun, you’re sure, will keep you two safe. You are in a ray of light, your own special place, alone in the world… in your head, at least.
But for now you are gentle. You did not give her a choice last time. And though you almost do not give her a choice now, you manage to hold yourself in for a moment longer, waiting for her response.
The free fall is terrifying and exhilarating all wrapped up into one tense bundle. The two emotions walk so closely together that she cannot find the fine line anymore. Its okay though, because tucked beneath him is the only place that she doesn't have to fake it anymore. She doesn't have to pretend like everything is okay and peachy. The heart that she was born with can finally be freed from the chains of every other persona. She can feel the heat of his body against her side, and even in the heat of Birdsong, its a comforting warmth. It even seems to spread slowly across her body, it isn't the raging fire felt in the caves. Its so much thicker. Its like a magma thats not only burning, but consuming her. By now, she could probably be freezing and feel like she was burning up on the inside.
She closes her eyes as he nibbles along her crest. Does he not know what this does to her? She's most certainly drunk on love right now. His words only confirm what her hazed mind is thinking. However, her words do not respond right away. Her mind again is churning at all the possibilities that could result from this. Yet each and everyone disappears into the void as quickly as they were summoned. This was not an act that needed to be thought about, and she smiles against his shoulder. "I could never pass up such an offer." There had been enough of admitting how much she wanted him, so she let the sarcasm slip back in. However, It most certainly was not a rejection. It was the complete opposite. She wanted him more than anything at the moment, and nothing in this entire stupid world could wreck it for her now.
So who cares if anyone else sees it? Who cares if anyone judges? She certainly does not care at this point. The worse thing that could happen is that someone sees, and goes frolicking about telling everyone. If it were up to her, the entire would would know at this point. She was his, and no one else's.
What goes on in that vacuous head of yours? Do you imagine that she loves you as much as you love her, or do you imagine that she is playing a game? If you were not hallucinating at this moment, imagining mysterious swirling entities, butterflies, sunrays where there aren’t any, and all other sorts of nonsense, would you dare have opened your heart to her and expected reciprocity? You think not. You think you would have found her, your exchange the same boring type it had always been, and you would have shielded your feelings from her. So do you have to thank the moon goddess for this? Fuck that. She’s a bitch, anyways.
Of course, Snowflake might give the moon goddess a run for her money in the bitch department. Her sarcastic answer to your words brings a smirk to your face, a grumble from your throat, and your answer comes quick, like you were waiting for those very words to fall out of her mouth. “I wouldn’t let you say no.” You try to say them sarcastically, to give an air that you are joking, but there is a tone about your words that makes it seem like you’re telling the truth. Dare she say no to your love, would you let her turn and walk away? You don’t think you would…
Nibbling along her crest, grazing your teeth over her hairs and regretfully having to release her from your grasp under your neck, you moving along her body. Your steps are steady now, having not been intoxicated by locoweed in many months, and you don’t make any motions that you don’t intend to. Each step is purposeful, slow, dragging out the anticipation, driving yourself wild (and hopefully Snowflake as well). By the time you reach her rear, you can’t help but be a little brusque, swatting at her tail with her nose, demanding that she move it aside.
You swing around so that you are facing the same direction as her, give her one last touch of your nose on her rump as warning, and then settle yourself onto her back. Your love has not become any gentler since last the two of you met, but the passion as multiplied. You are a brute… but you are a brute that loves your woman.
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