Sorraia is a confused land right now. The horses are splitting up into different herds. There are the roamers herd and the slave herd. What once was, is no more. They no longer rely on each other. They only rely on themselves.
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Hello there literate roleplayers. Are you tired of bland Light vs. Dark plots, equine RPGs that all seem the same, and plots that don't affect your character?
Well we've got a surprise for you. At The Secret it's not just about good and evil. In fact, good and evil don't have a lot to do with things. No matter whose side you're on, you can be as nice or as cruel as you see fit. But if you live in the north you'd better be tough if you want to stay alive. Here's a summary of what kinds of characters you can make:
Southern equines: The Resistance. You like freedom and would rather be left to your own devices. Conquering is not really your thing, you just want to be left alone to start a herd. Weakland equines: The Captives. You keep your head down and hope you don't get beaten up too often. You dream of escaping to the south, but know you'll be killed for trying. Mostly mares live here, though there is a small number of stallions. They usually get beaten down the most so they can't rebel. Northern equines: Tartarus's Legions. You work for the mastermind, Tartarus, the one who blew the news about the object of power out into the open. You answer to his captain Atlas, and you spend your time fighting, bullying mares in the Weaklands, and training colts for the army. If you have any spare time you can gather a small herd. Haven of Hesperides: The Secret Keepers. You know not hate nor greed, and you live within the walls of the Haven. You may leave to explore, but other equines seem so different to you. You live in peace and philosophy, seeking knowledge and enlightenment. But you know what is brewing, and the battle will come to your doorstep even though they cannot break down the door.
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There was peace once, though by now it is but a distant memory in the minds of those old enough to remember. There was order and cohesion, and nothing to fear. The Keepers of Hesperides stayed within their walled Haven, and none disrupted their peace. There was always a rumor that an object of unspeakable power lay hidden within those great walls, but in time the rumor grew dull with age. But now a young stallion, maddened with greed, is gathering all the information he can about this mysterious object of celestial power. Flanked by the powerful drafts of the northern lands, he is murdering and taking prisoners left and right. There is only a handful of southern herds that stand against him, led by the mysterious Theseus. If they are vanquished, the Keepers will be on their own. Chaos and uncertainty abound. How much longer can the forces of reason hold off this madman?
The board is set, the pieces are in play. Whose side will you join?
The world has slipped into utter chaos as a virus that has totally wiped out the human population surges through the bloodlines of the k-9 population. The world has been torn between wolves and dogs, cities have come tumbling down and civilization is only a distant memory of the past. Aggression levels have risen and tempers are flaring as the need to be the dominant species rages on.
Isles of the Storm (IotS) -->> Ad Only « Result #4 on Dec 1, 2008, 12:10pm »
Name of Site:: Isles of the Storm (IotS) URL::http://islesofthestorm.proboards.com Created:: November 24, 2008 Number of Members:: 4 Literacy:: Semi-Literate, 100 word count limit Rating:: PG 13+ (Site can contain mature graphic, all posts marked accordingly) Plot:: Something strange is beginning to happen on Isles of the Storm. Slaves have begun to retailiate against their masters. Masters are now put to the test, do they have what it takes to break the revolt and keep what was ment to be, how it is to be. Masters superior the ones in charge, and slaves inferior the ones who serve. Only one way to find out. Join Us.
Hunger Games: The RPG « Result #5 on Nov 26, 2008, 4:28pm »
Let’s think global warming.
Let’s think the future.
Let’s think what would happen to the earth.
And let’s think of the children.
Imagine a futuristic North America destroyed by earthquakes, hurricanes, and floods. Only the mainland would survive, and only survive barely on the materials left from the devastation. The kids are now breadwinners, workers, or (if lucky), the ones that live in luxury, near the capitol of the remaining country that we now call “Panem.”
Many don’t live that long.
Twenty-three 12-18 year olds will die certainly in one year, and only because of one competition that forces them to fight against each other to survive. Only one can make it to the end, gaining lifelong honor, and food for their city and themselves. Only one will be able to see their families again.
My head hit the glass of the window as mom drove crazily over the road, shaking me to a unwanted state of awake. I had been sleeping as my mom rambled on about how lost I had become, like I wasn’t even there anymore. And where was the Alison she knew? Gone, that’s where she was. No more friends, no more parties, no more lazy Saturdays. She was gone, where too? Fantasy Bridge Stables, that’s where. Fantasy Bridge, as the brochure my mom received said, was a school that offered teachers coming out to see the students there so they would get an education. But the place itself was a boarding school for those interested in horses. And somehow, my mother got this crazy idea that I might be interested in getting back on a horse. So here I am, as she pulls that ugly green car into the driveway of hell. “Are you even listening to me?”, was my moms reply when I guess she finally realized that I might not be into what she has to say completely. And not wanting to get into any of her, ‘you don’t respect me’ speeches, I simply nodded my head. What she doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. She sighed and looked me over like she was seeing a new me, smiling, she reached across the car and gave me a big bear hug that I was sure not to return. Resistant, she pulled away and got out of the car, I could hear the click of the trunk lock turning as she opened it. Sure enough, she appeared by my window carrying four bags of what I had packed. I hadn’t wanted to pack at all, but after I realized that there was no talking her out of this, I was sure to pack everything I could want for the 6 month stay here at Fantasy Bridge. Her speech to get me to stay went as follows: “Just stay for 6 months, and if you absolutely hate it like you keep insisting you will, I will come pick you up, and bring you back home and let you re-attend school down here. Just give it a try honey! They have horses, and you used to love riding so much! You’d spend hours on end just begging me to let you stay at the stable a little longer, or to move out to the country so you could be around horses all day long! Now here’s your chance to be around them all day with allot of kids your age! You’ll love it!” After that, she had given me a stern look that says ‘just nod your head and say you want to go and pack, otherwise, I’m packing for you and I will hunt you down and drag you to that car!’ So really, I had no choice in coming here, its just another chapter of my life planned out by the witch. And of all days to send me here, she chooses my 15th birthday! Oh, how lucky am I? I uncrossed my arms and unbuckled, reluctantly turning to open the door, I stepped out and picked up my bags, two in each hand. I looked at her, giving what must have been a death stare, because she turned on her heels with a victorious smile and walked off. “Hurry along now honey, you don’t want to be late or else you wont get the tour!” “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” I had to hand it to her though, this place was beautiful, complete with a huge barn holding countless stalls, two indoor rings, three outdoor rings, over one thousand acres of pastures and trails, and a ten ‘o’clock curfew. The place didn’t sound that bad honestly, I got a chuckle out of the brochure, Be sure to carry money whenever leaving the main house, because if your not back by the time the door closes and locks, your hiking to a hotel for the night or sleeping outside. And if you convince one of the horses to share its stall, you might be lucky enough to sleep in a comfy bed of straw for the nigh! NO EXCEPTIONS! Reaching the door, I was greeted by a skinny blonde with bright pink shiny lip-gloss and a large smile. She held out her hand to shake but then looked at the bags I was carrying and must have realized I couldn’t, because she brought her hand back and started her greeting more properly, “Hi there! I’m Holly! You must Alison. Ms. Thomson sent me to come and give you a tour of the stables. Is this your mom?,” She said and turned to look at my mom who nodded. “The office is that way, go into the commons area and there will be a door with a sign on it. You can talk to her if there’s anything you need. I’m just going to take Alison to her dorm and get her situated. If you’d like to join us for the tour, we’ll meet up in the commons area.” Mom must have had something better to do, or just couldn’t wait to get rid of me one, but whatever the excuse, she came up with the greatest, and possibly most overused, lie to get out of it. She started walking towards her car, “I would, but I’m late for work, I’ll call Alison later and just see what she thanks. Bye Holly!” And with that, the car engine started and she was backing down the drive. And I was officially stranded here at Fantasy Bridge. I let one final glare follow my mother and turned to Holly who was smiling brightly at me and gave her a half smile. She turned and gave me a motion to follow her, so I did, I mean, what else was I going to do? There was no way I could run fast enough with four bags and catch my moms car. I didn’t have much peace once entering the building, into what was apparently the commons room, because Ms. Thomson, I recognized her from the brochure, met up with me and stopped me for a moment to talk to me. “Now Alison, we are simply thrilled to have you here, but like any school or official building. We have our rules and schedules, here’s yours by the way, I’ll hand it here to Holly and you can look over it later, since she is taking you to your room. Curfew is at 10, now I don’t expect everyone to go to sleep at 10, I just want them all in their rooms by 10, if your outside the building at 10 and don’t make it back before the doors lock, your just out of luck until the open at 6 in the morning. Your mother informed me that you did not have your own horse and provided me with money, there is now a list of horses with their pictures and info on your bed in your dorm, you can choose one of them. They range from here in the United States all the way to Europe. There are over 500 horses for sale in that list. If you have time, I suggest you come down to the office and tell Ms. Crenshaw, our secretary, thank you for finding so many choices. Its not mandatory that you do so, but I’m sure she appreciates a thank you every now and then. During your free time, you may do whatever you like as long as it doesn’t include drugs, violence, or any of that sort of things. Your spending money is whatever your parents send you, the school will provide food, water, electric and that sort, but anything else is up to you. Your mom told me you had a laptop as well, there is a wireless internet connection that can be gotten into anywhere on the premises. If you have any questions that cannot be answered by the students or your handbook, come see me or Ms. Crenshaw in the office.” And with that, she turned and walked off. I looked at Holly and raised my brow slightly, who in return shrugged her shoulders, “This way.” She walked off, leading me towards a staircase. That’s how I ended up here at Fantasy Bridge Stables.
Created&Opened May 02 2008 Extremely active human&equine role-play. Set up in a small town that centers on equines. Any age characters are allowed. (21yo and younger can stay at the boarding school, and 18yo and older can stay at the hotel until they have the money to buy their own stable/ranch or house.) There is a money system, easy to earn money and fun to spend it! Point system to make the horses more valuable. (points will be earned through shows and can be bought using money) You buy your horses. There is a new members guide. LOTS OF IN CHARACTER DRAMA! Friendly staff. 200+ word count
Sakura Wolven-New Slavery RPG « Result #7 on Nov 23, 2008, 6:46am »
Living in a world of fear..unbroken by any light.
The Past:; It had been years,decades,centuries, since the last war broke out.It was a bloody one full of death and blood,but hope.Hope of a future without the fighting,without all the death.That hope came but it didn't last for long.The three groups that had lived so peacefully, the darks the lights and the neutrals, are now new groups.After the last battle,the group of rebels that had started it all,decided to continue their plan,to destroy the pack completely.The plotted for years until the perfect,flawless plan came. They turned to the Darks,always the dark-hearted ones.They told them of all the things they could have what would happen.The Darks agreed eagerly and became know as the Masters.They attacked the neutrals defeating them and turning all who lived into slaves used for what ever the Master wished.The Lights stand alone.The only group not yet controlled by the Rebel Group, who are starting to actually make a name for them selves, The Bloods.
The Plot:; Now that the neutrals have been stripped of their ranks and made slaves all that is left to conquer is the Lights.The Masters grow more and more powerful everyday aided by the Bloods.More and More slaves are being used mainly to breed the next generation of fighting machines.Taken at birth and taught to attack and destroy one thing..The Light pack.Slaves are getting desperate and making attempting more and more breakouts.Many die from these attempts while others commit suicide,killing themselves before more torture can be placed upon them.Not only are the Master using them for breeding purposes now,but they are testing torture techniques on them.They say it is important testing so they know what to do when they finally capture the lights,but they really just want to watch the slaves squirm and hear their screams of pain.As this bloody massacre is rising to a crescendo and a prophecy emerges. "From The Fires Of earth Reborn, A Hope Conspires For All Who Mourn, For Evil Will Fail And Light Will Arise, For Light Shall Prevail Over Dark Demise." The Lights take the prophecy as a sign that they will win the battle.They search for the chosen one frantically not wanting the Masters to Find out.But they have and they are searching as well ,they will do anything to find the Chosen one first.
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I.nsanio E.nigma's Wild Horses « Result #8 on Nov 20, 2008, 4:26pm »
Year. 2008. Alas, the world is now drenched in human beings. Where have all the old times went to? The wolrld is a sad place now. Covered with the most dredful things any part of the world's natural ways would not be able to stand. The farthest islands, the deepest seas, all of mother nature, taken over by these creatures called humans. Taking the land, the resources. Our homes, family, life, destroyed at their convienience. One place the humans never dared go near was the Avalon mountains, too risky for their poor fragile selves to handle. No human ever dared enter the mountains being affraid of the unknown to find beneath them. That is where the last of the wild has gone. Valleys, miles long seep their ways through these mountains. Lands no human has ever touched inthe domesticated world. These lands only known to the true wild have been help saccred for as long as any creature could remember. Why the Avalon mountains? Humans have traveled to space, climbed Everest, jumped from planes, you name it, the new world has done it, but adventure into the Avalon Mountain range. I.nsanio E.nigma is what the wild creatures have called it. Latin for "Crazy Puzzle" It's a mystery to why no one has dared come into this land. Of course the wild consists of species of all sorts who belong to the wild, there's no where else for them to go and be free of the deadly occurance outside of the mountains. If the world wishes to even come in touch with the wild again, this is their only chance. This is where the last of the bald eagles will fly and the last of where the wild horses will roam.
Horizon; Unique Large Cat RPG « Result #9 on Nov 16, 2008, 12:53pm »
The world is a harsh, cruel place that shows no mercy. To anyone. Living in it can be rough and painful, but that's all anyone can do. In this land, in this world, death is not an option for us. So, if someone wants to take us out of it, we have to fight. To win. Or to lose. Or to take them down with us. This is our story.
Horizon, an intermediate to advanced roleplay, based on the hard lives of the cats that struggle to survive each and everyday in the very depths of Africa. The setting is located on an island, off of the coast of Africa, named Horizon. Big cats live there in the mountains, the jungle, and the grassy plains. This island is a haven for all cats, away from the hunters and poachers. But, peace does not reign. Fights break out over food, territory, and even love. Choose your alliance, whether it be with the swift cougars or the sleek lynxes of the mountain, or the cunning black panthers and leopards of the forest, or, maybe, the swift lions of the plains.
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