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.
We are also accepting staff applications for Global Moderators, Graphics Designers and Skin Designer.
What's going on... ?
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?
Spirit comes for love « Result #4 on Nov 25, 2007, 7:16pm »
As the sound of rumbling daggers approach, there's a loud whinny to announce his arrival. He stands there and rears up giving his call letting all the Fae's know he's looking,As he looks at the evergreen forest around him he holds his boa high with a slow trot.He'd stop here and there to scan for any sound.And whinny a bit more.
After awhile he took off the cloud of dust building as he unleashed another whinny and stood still the quite breeze blowing along his mane as he counted and gave a Short snort. and stood there awaiting,For his love.
spirit comes to claim « Result #5 on Nov 25, 2007, 6:34pm »
Spirit Rolled into the land dust gathering behined him as he stopped by the rolling water slowly crossed the current slowly pushing on him as he pushed though the rolling waves.As he reached the bank he took off running drizzles of water falling from his frame.He stopped in the middle of the terra.He stood on his back pillers unleshing a shattering whinny ,showing clearly that this terra was now his with another whinney this one a deep shatering call.As he looked around.And with a snort he left to exsplore his new terra as he stopped every few feet and lisened awiting anouther answer hopefully a mare.As his deep brown eyes glisened.He soon came back to the middle and bedded down shakeing his black mane,his boa arched down as the sun set for the night over the rolling hills.The life of the night soon to start as the beam shone deeply atop his frame but as he closed his eyes he yelled"This be my land forever!,But allways will be the gardens as he made it."
Cool RPG!!! Check it out!!! « Result #8 on May 20, 2006, 9:50pm »
Here is a new forum, it's listed as Survival of the Fittest under Whinny, but I changed it to a fantasy RPG...
There are not many members so please join, and if you have a website of your own I will link it back...
Welcome to the land of Lodinium, a place where not all is as it seems...Once long ago there was an even balance between the powers of the dark and the powers of light, but when the Overlord of the Light herd died the land was cloaked in despair and pain. For many years a vicious battle ensued and there were many deaths as the Lights tried to desperately bring order back to the broken and bloodied land. The struggle was successful and the Lights banished the Darks to the shadows of the realm where they lay dormant, plotting and scheming for the downfall of the Lights.
Now it seems that their chance is coming and soon they will rise up to take back the land and the Lights will either succumb or die...There is a battle to be had and will you partake in the outcome?
The link is...http://wildbeauty.proboards77.com/index.cgi
Re: Oiro seeks a fae... « Result #9 on May 20, 2006, 9:41pm »
Firestorm snorted as she threw up her head. Her eyes alight with the fire that burned within, thus giving her her name. She heard the great stallion's call and she reared up and whinnied loudly, a call filled with all her longing and despair.