The days are very wet here, showers sometimes daily for a little, but mostly at night. It is cool and wet in the air. Sometimes heating up for about three days and then cooling off again. There is a lot of moisture in the air.
Other: Sometimes severe thunderstorms will hit, sending out perhaps a tornado.
6/6/07- We have our first member! Woo hoo! And I have released the plot! Please join!
6/5/07- I hope to get the site up and running soon, so I can get out of maintenance mode! We've added a lot every day, and it should be finished soon.
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?
Plot: The Americans were screwing up, big time. Land after land was being turned into machines, and most of its wildlife was being torn apart. Ecosystems were starting to fail, and even the most common things such as deer, geese, and horses, were starting to dissapear. President after president missed to acnowlage the fact that the USA was going to be the downfall of the world, until Asia and Africa got involved. They threatened to start a war just to save what was most beautiful.
A new law was passed and little by little improvements were starting to be made. Since it was nearly impossible to regrow what the public had cut down the African country of Botswana offered their solution. They would take all of one animal, that was precious to Americans, and regrow them in an enclosed area in their state. After nearly all the thousands of people had voted the results were astonishing. Though many had put down dog, or cat, the majority of the population had chosen the noble equine.
American farmers, breeders, and homeowners packed up their horses in large metal crates, with air holes just big enough so that the creature would stay alive. It was necessary to transport them in large quantities because the cost was already grand. Daily rounds were made by strong freight planes that loaded the horses up. They spent days in crates, bound and tied, and when they finally landed not much better came for them.
The fenced off area that was described to the president was more like a desert, a great big desert that nobody cared about, and that was going to house a couple thousand horses. Though there wewre few oasis' sprinkled across the sandy terrain, there wasn't much to hope for. All that they could say was that they were home, back in the wild where they belonged.
Adventures of a Second World « Result #4 on Jul 9, 2007, 6:20am »
Once upon a seemingly ordinary night, in a quiet corner house in Edwardian London, lived a family whom believed in wonderful dreams and imagination. It was thus that the Darling children met the magical youth Peter Pan, and his pixie Tinkerbell. Together with faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust, they embarked on an adventure to Neverland.
At a similar time, a girl by the name of Alice lost interest in her studies of books without pictures and came across a rabbit in a waistcoat, whom was running rather late. Following her curiosity, she hurried after him, only to fall down a rabbit hole into a Wonderland of fantasy and nonsense.
But the island of Neverland was bigger than imagined before, and spiralled into a Wonderland. Indians, mermaids, pirates, marching cards and tea parties. Picking up the story just after the rescue of Tiger Lilly and a little before Alice was shown the way to the Queen of Hearts, a host of magical and colourful characters, original and canon, come to life and continue the story on a whole new road, as paths cross and legends are made.
Join the adventure as the worlds of Neverland and Wonderland are bought spectacularly together for the story of a lifetime, in a second world to the one of our own.
If you were to write a book of your life, what would it be like? Who would you dedicate it to, how many chapters would there be? What would you describe it as? An action packed thriller? A tear-jerker? A soppy romance? A comedy? Lives change, and people move on. They always have, they always will. But for everyone who lives in HeartLake Valley, the times haven't lost their clarity, and the last word of this book would be drama. Because that is what thrives here. In a small village, where everyone knows who you are and all your secrets, how long will you survive? How long will it take until you crack? Or will you keep going? Many great writers, thinkers, artists and riders have come from his village, and now it's down to you to make the first move.
You've got the pen, you've got the notepad, the story of your life starts H E R E.
Wild Equines-Affiliate « Result #6 on Jun 9, 2007, 11:35pm »
{-Enter Wild Equines-} Site Name:Wild Equines Admin’s Name:Princess Gemini Admin Contact details:PM admin on site, or email princess_gemini90@yahoo.com Category:Wild Horse Rating:PG13+ RP Level:All levels are welcome, but may be moving to intermediate. Activity:Alot Open Since:5/9/07 How many members?111, and still growing! Host Type:Proboards Banner Code:
Plot Line:The time is 2095. The human race has been steadily declining. They have been killing themselves without realizing it by ruining the atmosphere. The human race is now nearlt extinct. The land is beginning to repair itself of the damage caused by the humans. The humans have now almost died out all of the way, they have retreated to some of the still standing cities. The equines began to break free and roam the new lands, many of them banded together to form small herds. There was 3 kings established among the equines, Leo, the just and kind. Alostar, the undecided but noble. And Drake, the cruel and brutal. They each ruled over their alliance, Leo was the light king, Alostar was the neutral king, and Drake was the dark king. They all had sons and daughters. Leo had 2 sons and 1 daughter, Alostar had 1 son and 1 daughter, and Drake had 4 sons.
A battle broke out between the alliances, with the neutrals stuck in between, unsure who to fight with. Some left and helped the lights, while others helped the darks...and the rest fled these lands in search of something better, never to be heard from again. The 3 kings were overthrown by the rival alliances. Leo killed Alostar, Drake killed Leo, and one of Leo's sons killed Drake. All alliances where killed off except for the run away neutrals, and the three kings children. Legend says that some of them found the neutrals, and began to repopulate the land. Well Leo's youngest son, Luc, has been looking for Drakes eldest son, Fire Star...in order to kill him and avenge his fathers death. He did not manage to kill Fire Star, and was not killed. He was injured badly and had to go into hiding. Well, now the three kings were dead, and the sons and daughters of them left to find a new home and hope. The sons and daughters of Drake did not move on however, they have been preparing a final battle between the lights and darks, and the neutrals will have to choose who to stand by. The darks plan to wipe out all those who defy them, and take their young and their mares. But kill all stallions over 2 years of age. Will the darks succeed in bringing the lights down and vanquishing them? Or will the lights do this to the darks? And who will the neutrals fight besides, or will they separate? Or will the neutrals stay out of the fight and flee? Only you may answer these questions.
the lone wolf « Result #7 on Jun 9, 2007, 9:16am »
Black bodice carried into the area. Dark Angel's legs swiftly carried her towards a weeping willow tree, where she promptly stood under it, crystal visions looking out. The neutral mare glanced around, not caring if she was recruited into a herd, or if she was left alone by the brutes who would show. She had been a 'lone wolf' for most of her life anyhow.
A cool breeze carried the scent of grass towards the mare. Without intending too, the lone one stepped out and began to nibble contently on the emerald stalks, satisfying her hunger. Ebony whipcord slashes at her midnight hued pelt, driving the annoying buzzers away from her soft coat.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 4 Location: The Barn, where else? Karma: 0
Her Home « Result #8 on Jun 8, 2007, 8:03pm »
Tainted Rose looked upon all of the Dark terras from atop her mountain. She smiled with self-satisfied pleasure, thinking of how far she had come. She still needed a herd, that was true, but she had all of this land to herself. What her father would say if he were here, she didn't know. She hoped he would be proud of her, though. She was proud of herself. She didn't notice any spots of problems in her land, but she always kept an eye out for sure.
To anyone else, this land might look horrible and barren and like a dump. To Tainted Rose, however, it looked like home. This was the place she grew up, learning the ways of the darks, taking on their brutality and skills. She felt the wind blow around her, making her mane and tail fly and she felt a sudden urge to do something drastic. She whinnied very shrilly and she let out a call that echoed everywhere throughout all the dark lands.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 4 Location: The Barn, where else? Karma: 0
Starting Her Herd « Result #9 on Jun 8, 2007, 7:59pm »
Tainted Rose came upon The Valley: the claiming area. The last time she had been here, she had been but a yearling, waiting to be claimed by a dark stallion. Now she was still looking, but she did not need to be claimed, she needed to do the claiming. She was looking for some dark stallions to start making her herd. So she trotted into the area, her neck arched, hooves high, striking the soft-ish ground alternatively, her tail held in a delicate arch that reflected her beauty well. She breathed rather heavily in the humid air that was fresh with the smell of rain and new foliage. The smell of spring: how she hated it. Spring was the last time she had seen her father. Spring was the last time she had been happy.
She stopped somewhere near the center of the Valley and raised her head high, standing square and let out a call to all of the dark stallions out there that needing claiming. In her call, the message was clear: She was looking for a mate. She needed to fill the spot of Royal Dark Bastard. If she could find some females too, she could build up her herd better, make it stronger to fulfill her next plans. She reached her long elegant neck down and nibbled on some grass as she waited for someone to come along.
F a l l a c i o u s . Reality « Result #10 on Jun 8, 2007, 9:46am »
What happens when your whole life turns out to be a lie, one that you've been living since birth? You come to realize it has been a Fallacious Reality.
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