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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?
Re: .:Black Hearts... Black Snow:. « Result #2 on Sept 2, 2009, 10:16pm »
Have a look, very good, pass by... Be honest but not too modest. Dress properly. Don't shake hands with the interviewer until he/she extends his/her hand.
Snake Ridge Stables « Result #4 on Jun 3, 2009, 12:57pm »
You travel on a gravel road till it ends. At the end there is a circle and you looked awed at the size of stable. Huge white stables with green trim on one side of the circle. Arenas on the other. There are people and horses every where. Most beautiful champions. A large sign in the grass middle states in large green letters, 'Snake Ridge Stables'.
As a young girl, Kristen lived in Kentucky. Every day she would watch her father's horses race around the track. She always longed to be out there on the horse's backs. He father always said it was too dangerous to for a girl. So instead, he father had her ride the retired old grey mare when she wasn't in foal. So all Kristen ever got to do was to ride the mare at a walk because she was way too fast according to her father.
Around the same time, a slightly older boy named Jacob showed across the nation with his mother at his side. He mother was a top of the nation horse trainer and reiner. Even those she did other spots, she seemed to do the best at reining. Winning every reining competition she was out. Jacob loved to ride western, it was almost built into his blood.
Years later they were both graduating from college in horse business majors. Jacob was a multi-national champion in every western thing you could think of with is 5 horses. Kristen had finally convinced her father when she was 16 to let her race and had won almost every race on her father's horses. That is when they saw each other. When their eyes met then were instantly in love. Jacob and Kristen dated for 5 years after college and then bought property. It was 2,000 acres of land in Colorado. It include the famous mountain range in that area, Snake Ridge. So That became the name of the farm, Snake Ridge Stables. After a year of getting started Kristen and Jacob got married by the slow Rattail river. Three months after being married, their first daughter was born, Natasha. Soon she was followed by 5 other siblings making a total of 8 in the family. They collected horses as they went on.
When Natasha turned 21 they decided to open the stables to the public. People flowed in to be part of the luxury stables. Now Snake Ridge Stables is the most famous stables in the area and throws multiply shows each month. That's where your story begins, will you be part of the history, what will you make of yourself. Do you want to be a top rider? A groom? You decide.
Snake Ridge Stables is a stable Rp made by Desires. It is just starting, but but it already has a devoted admin getting on every chance she gets. There is no posting limit, but it is wanted to have you post 100 words or more. This rp is rated PG - 13.
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--{legendary memories [affiliate] « Result #5 on May 17, 2009, 11:14pm »
Welcome to a land, a land where you don't know what may be hiding behind the tree you just walked by. This is Schatten Terra.
Schatten Terra is ruled by one mare. A mare that has lived alone for about three summers. She is different than other equines you may have encountered. Are you afraid? Hidden in the shadows are many normal forest animals. But are they normal? They watch you as you travel through these lands. Whispering quietly to themselves. The have not seen another equine since....their leader. What does this mean? Danger? The animals retreat and watch you...staying a safe distance away. Reporting to their faithful leader. And who is this leader you may ask? Why don't you find out for yourself? We've been waiting for you.
Welcome to a land where anything can happen. Where certain magic actually exist. Maybe, you could be part of this enchanted land yourself. Welcome to Legendary Memories.
Class Reunion « Result #6 on Feb 24, 2009, 1:00am »
I was minding my own business a few weeks ago when I got ¡°the call¡± -- that dreaded, shrill ringing of my telephone bearing news just short of a death in the family. It was a former high school classmate asking my assistance in our 20-year class reunion.
Could it be 20 years already? I shuddered. Cold chills went up and down my spine as tiny beads of sweat popped out on my forehead. What had I done with my life the past 20 years? My mother told me I¡¯d have to deal with this some day,wow power leveling but I had laughed it off, just like I laughed off those embarrassing pink plastic curlers she used to wear in her hair. (I picked up a set at a garage sale just last week. Got a great deal on them, too!)
It¡¯s amazing how a brief phone call can totally turn one¡¯s life upside down. Suddenly, I began hearing those 1970s songs (now known as ¡°oldies¡±) in a different arrangement, realizing that Mick Jagger was over 50, ¡°Smoke on the Water¡± never did make any sense at all, and my ¡°Seasons in the Sun¡± had literally faded into oblivion. Had the sun set on me already?
I glanced in the mirror.wow power leveling (Okay, I stared in the damned mirror.) I examined every tiny little crevice and pore, starting with my hairline, down past those patronizing ¡°smile lines¡± to the base of my neck. No double chin yet, I thought.
The next few weeks were pure hell. Each day began with a grueling training program -- a 6:30 a.m. run in a futile attempt to bounce off that unsightly baggage that had somehow accumulated on my thighs overnight. I went shopping for the perfect dress -- you know, the one that would make me look 20 years younger. I found out that they stopped selling them around 1975. Three dresses later, I came to my senses.wow power leveling There was only one logical explanation: I was having a mid-life crisis.
I realized that the funny, crunching noise I heard each night as I climbed the stairs was really my knees. I had seriously considered adding potty training to my resume as one of my greatest accomplishments. Bran flakes had become a part of my daily routine -- and not because they were my favorite cereal.wow gold I held Tupperware parties just so I could count how many friends I had.
Life just hadn¡¯t turned out the way I¡¯d planned. Sure, I was happy. I had a wonderful husband and two great kids in the center of my life. But somehow, working part-time as a secretary and mom hardly fit my definition of someone my classmates had voted as wow gold¡°most likely to succeed.¡± Had I really wasted 20 years?
Just about the time I was ready to throw in the towel and my invitation, my seven-year old tapped me on the shoulder. ¡°I love you, Mom. Give me a kiss.¡±
You know, wow gold I¡¯m actually looking forward to the next 20 years.
True Forgiveness « Result #7 on Feb 24, 2009, 1:00am »
Forty-three years seems like a long time to remember the name of a mere acquaintance. I have duly forgotten the name of an old lady who was a customer on my paper route when I was a twelve-year-old boy in Marinette, Wisconsin back in 1954. wow power leveling Yet it seems like just yesterday that she taught me a lesson in forgiveness that I can only hope to pass on to someone else someday.
On a mindless Saturday afternoon, wow gold, a friend and I were throwing rocks onto the roof of the old lady¡¯s house from a secluded spot in her backyard. The object of our play was to observe how the rocks changed to missiles as they rolled to the roof¡¯s edge and shot out into the yard like comets falling from the sky.
I found myself a perfectly smooth rock and sent it for a ride. The stone was too smooth, however, so it slipped from my hand as I let it go and headed straight for a small window on the old lady¡¯s back porch. At the sound of fractured glass,wow power leveling we took off from the old lady¡¯s yard faster than any of our missiles flew off her roof.
I was too scared about getting caught that first night to be concerned about the old lady with the broken porch window. However, a few days later, when I was sure that I hadn¡¯t been discovered, I started to feel guilty for her misfortune. She still greeted me with a smile each day when I gave her the paper, but I was no longer able to act comfortable in her presence.
I made up my mind that I would save my paper delivery money, and in three weeks I had the seven dollars that I calculated would cover the cost of her window.wow power leveling I put the money in an envelope with a note explaining that I was sorry for breaking her window and hoped that the seven dollars would cover the cost for repairing it.
I waited until it was dark, snuck up to the old lady¡¯s house, and put the envelope of retribution through the letter slot in her door. My soul felt redeemed and I couldn¡¯t wait for the freedom of, once again, looking straight into the old lady¡¯s eyes.
The next day, wow gold I handed the old lady her paper and was able to return the warm smile that I was receiving from her. She thanked me for the paper and said, ¡°Here, I have something for you.¡± It was a bag of cookies. I thanked her and proceeded to eat the cookies as I continued my route.
After several cookies,wow gold I felt an envelope and pulled it out of the bag. When I opened the envelope, I was stunned. Inside was the seven dollars and a short note that said, ¡°I¡¯m proud of you.¡±
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