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Alright, so this is Vor. C.O.K. has been out for a long time, by "out" I mean inactive. I'm trying my hardest to get this fantastic game back up.
Cavern of Killers
Ever since the beginning of time, the plan for the destruction of Earth has been perfectly planned out. Life as we know it would suddenly be taken away from us. To be exterminated would be all of man-kind, and frankly ever creature on the planet — with the exception of the entire equine species. Horses had learned to communicate between each other, and lived peacefully within the man-made objects on the surface of Earth, though they did not know what went on below the surface. In Middle Earth, Satan and his followers had begun the reconstruction of the planet they were to rename Arupa. When the Earthquake hit, and all but two horses were killed by an epidemic within Hell, Kodzuu and Tuli, they were left with the task to recreate the equine species in order to survive. Little did the two know, that Satan had implanted them with an inactive microchip which, over the months and years, would activate and cause them to lose control of their sanity.
Now, in 29,007, the fight for power within the dark horses has begun. Hurry and find your place in this chaos... For only the strong shall survive.
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?
Viridian Storm « Result #2 on Feb 2, 2008, 6:43pm »
V.iridian Storm
Tell me a story of adventure.
Tell me a story of truth...
The Plunge
People believe there is nothing beyond the end of the oceans, believing they have already discovered all land and registered it to their hundreds of maps. They had already found all the stray islands, returning to their computers to type for hours on end, while one island still remains hidden. However, it isn’t an island they have missed, they overlooked an entire continent. Lost out at sea, even where the human race hasn’t tamed the wilderness, the immeasurable land mass sits, flourishing with its beauty as the world around it seems to pass by...A hellish storm hit the ocean that surrounded the vast lands. Mighty forests shook as the gales whipped at their roots, tearing them from their bed. Topographies laid in ruins, the sound of snapping trees and other vegetation echoing like an eerie scream from the Goddess of Life. The continent was not the only one plagued by this storm. A ship, caught out at sea, with storage of many equine rocked in the waves. The horses watched in fear, as from the opening above, where each looked everyday for escape from the dreary storage, water poured in like a waterfall. Foals struggled to keep above the abounding amount of water, some, perishing at their dam’s feet. In the colossal struggle to escape the rising water, horses snapped and kicked at their chain leads that held them tightly to the walls. The storm tossed the ship, the horses inside forced around by the strength, rammed into steel walls, and each other. Many legs broke, horses drowning as they tried to get back to the surface. Other’s skulls were crushed between steel walls and other bods. Few horses remained calm as the bodies around them began to float, crimson flowing from their corpses. Outside, the humans clung to poles, crying, as they knew they would never see their loved ones again. An immense wave towered over the ship, slamming down with the force of a god, and washed the men away. Water poured through the opening, just as horses were slammed into the steel walls once more. To some, luck had struck, their rusty chain leads snapped, and they rushed for an escape, swimming through bodies and blood stained water. Twenty-four total horses had made it to the deck after the wave had struck. Rain struck their hides, chilling to the marrow in their bone. Heads swung around, as they looked for, once more, an escape...
Excerpt from History by Elyria
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Aberrancy of Necromancy « Result #3 on Mar 25, 2007, 1:43pm »
Aberrancy of Necromancy
FantasyRPGHorse we are the sins of magic
The site is made around the equines. No allainces roam here, but all are twsitedly made of elements. As they co breed, new elements are added and new breeds form just by your own roleplaying on the boards. Currently we are holding open tryouts for 8 god positions! Also, our lovely Lead god is looking for a mate to rule at his side. New twists are always added, new boards are always being made to create more rp possibilities. Ideas by our members are greatly adored and often used. So join the fun today!
Plot Chapter 1::The End Alas, the end of the Seven Year War has come. The only gods that survived was The God of All, Noxious, the Godess of Air, Lyrical, The God of Earth, Orios, and The God of Summer, Intimacy. All the others died in the batle along with Poison. Poison, as very few know now, was the past mate of Noxious. The one that coudl mkae him do whatever she decided. Since her passing, Noxious only grows coloder and meaner each day, knowing bent on believing it was all of the Earth God's fault his beloved was slain. Poison was carying his first foal in the time of battle too, the Heir to the land of Aberrancy. This was was caused by the hatred between the Earth God and The God of All. They are believed to be half-brothers, by the same mother, but it can't be proven. The Element and Season gods may soon have to choose again, an alliances to follow, to battle once more in a war no one is ready for, besides the BloodLust Ruler Noxious. Allies are being made with each passing day. The questionson on most minds now? What will happen to the two brothers? Will Noxious choose another lady to Rule at his side once again. The pathis yours to choose. What Leader will you follow?
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A Time of Discovery
A time of war is set upon the lands;
Bloodshed and fear run as thick and fast as the river, cutting through the land mercilessly, endlessly. The feral children of the two Sects are victims of their own beliefs; savages, the lot of them. The Eidolon, bloodthirsty and vehemently obsessed with controlling everything and anything that the light touches, and the darkness can over come. The Hallowed, who face a tribulation of deciding the wavering path to take; reach for civilization or remain as they are, children of the wild.
As each day wears on, more and more followers are learning of their magical abilities, control over the elements. As each child comes of age, they are accepted by a Bestial Guardian; the minds of men inside the body of beasts. They who follow the way of the beast are known as the Order of the Bestial. Though they have split against each other, the feral children still survive with the aid of their abilities and the protection of their god-like guardians.
Though the battles are still a long way off, the tension begins to rise as each Sect desperately tries to build in their numbers and strength; training day in and day out. Tears, sweat and blood soak the land as the vassals train with their Guardians, and the chieftains plan for war.
Welcome to Bestial Rites; It's time to f o l l o w . t h e . w a y s . o f . t h e . B E A S T
Brand new and never used...xD Has that new site smell! Everyone loves that smell, but any who..Legends is about horses *duh* who have special powers, the powers to control elements such as fire, darkness, ice, water, lightness, air, earth, and death. We (being me and the other admin) are now looking for active memebers who are capable of being very active and advanced rpers ^^ Here is a bit of history behind Legends-
Good day, good day, good day to thee. Might I ask where a Legend might be?
You ask of a place where the horses run and their spirits let free. You wish to see a land of green, blue, and all the other colors that run between. Am I correct?
If I am certain, I believe that is what I want to see...
Let me tell you a story of a land that lies far across the sea...
The hills that roll with never ending color, the trees that change each and every season. That is what a Legend is about. To hear the screech of an eagle as it flys free over your head. That is a Legend. But in a time, ruled by darkness and crime, the lands turned on the inhabitants. The hills went flat, the grass went brown, the land began spiraling down. The fires licked its back, the grass turned black. Trees lost their luster, and leaves. Twisting and turning, screaming and burning did the land. Deserted was its future. Death was its name, fear was the game. Still, the heavens looked down upon the land with a smile, and a with a gentle hand reached down and restored her. Sending angels of heaved and hell to protect her. One, molded from the fires of hell, painted black and built strong. She shall be the Goddess of Darks. Any that stand in her way will meet their fate, of death. Yet, none seemed fit for the other positions. Yet, during the creation of the lands, the destruction had ripped a fatal hole in the wall that had been formed between myth and fact. Yet, the hole was small. It had only allowed two creatures to pass. Lost in the new world, the two began to search for a place to stay. Now, in the beginning, the two were nothing. Their coats burned with that magnificent dull grey, and their eyes were clouded, no muscle on their bods, no markings at all. Just blank, just as paper is before you fill it with your thoughts and knowledge. Yet, as their travels filled them with knowledge of the developing land around them, they grew, their pelts changing, their eyes developing color, their muscles toning. Soon, after only five years of existence on the Earth, they had become the ultimate predators. Nothing was able to evade their grasp. Their size had doubled, and like that of the ancient saber tooth cat, their canines had elongated, in fact they looked more like oversized lions. The males, had no mane, but a tuft of hair that set between their shoulders and such. Colors in their coats had also changed. Ranging from the royal sand color of the lions in Africa, to a deep red color. How they had developed the deep red is unknown, their eyes also inherited different colors. Along with the color variation of their pelts, markings came with it; some had stripes that adorned all or one leg. Others would have a spot of white on their face. It had separated them from all other creatures that developed on the Earth. Though, no place that the two had traveled to suited them as well as Legends did. A selection of animals to pick off was amazing. Though the four-legged, hoofed animals that seemed to dominate the lands were the best. No strings in the meat, it was sleek and smooth. Not to mention that the youngest ones were easiest to take. After three million years of their existence, they followed the equines where ever they went. Now they wait, their numbers only growing slowly. Yet, they need not fear of death, for their accuracy and strength, they are impossible to defeat alone. Yet, they must serve only hell, while the gods of the realm serve Heaven and Hell as they wish, but protecting the land as they do so. They looked as their feeble warrior descended to the earth on a trail of stars. Between Heaven and Hell, Earth and Mars, they shall protect, not letting mortal conflicts swallow them whole. In a few months time the land was restored, green hills rolling, the bells of freedom tolling. Horses foaling, breeding, multiplying, same as the Cuentus, whom are now considered as a species in Legends. But the gods that created them were not stupid, they gave every equine powers, to serve one element, but the King and Queen of the realm hold them all, but with great power comes responsibility, and there be no King and Queen at the moment, and the only immortal creature the the black vixen who was the first to be created. With them looking over the land nothing shall go wrong. But trouble brews, there is no Light, nor Nuteral to brighten up the Dark path. And the Darkness is only half.
I see, I see, but where might this land be? I wish to be there, to feel the wind 'pon my face.
Legends dwells in the heart, breeds in the mind, is nourished by the soul. Close your eyes, let your freedom fly; hear the eagle cry. Open your eyes, look where you have come...watch as the spirit of the bear rules, the warrior standing strong, and an illumination of hope in the darkness. Legends...aren't they amazing?
I see...I travel, I shall fly, come to a stop and let my tears cry. I see the Legends, I feel the freedom, I feel it. Do you?
That history was written by MOI. If it is taken or stolen, I will not hesitate to hunt you down and add you to my eaten head collection ^^. With that said..HERE IS THE LIINNKKK..
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Example « Result #6 on Feb 4, 2007, 12:28pm »
Here is the promised example of a stealing riddle.
After the sun falls upon the horizon, Be cautious of your surroundings.. End of your freedom. You must come along. Lead by a lust, I will come for your soul.
The beginning of each sentence or fragment starts with the letters in Abelrothaka's nickname.
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* Does not have to have their name in it.
* MUST revolve around the character you're after.
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//|\\Terre Diabolique//|\\ « Result #7 on Feb 2, 2007, 10:35pm »
The first word to describe this expanse, was a sad state of turmoil. He too even couldn't even help have a slight feel of sorrow for it, it had seemed if the devilly gods themselves carelessly mashed one chunk of faded loam into another, and kept it there until one would stumble so clumsily upon it. And he, sadly enough, had nearly tripped himself over the rotting clumps of earth flesh. But he could seemingly reason with the supply of flurry dark dirim, that seemed to glimmer in the pale light a sudden flash of achromic. He also couldn't help but reason with the uniqueness of the estranged purlieu. Some thick strange murky feeling inside him, slowly felt a particle of strange emotion that he could not describe, eased into his torn tattered organ.
A mixed pattern of pastel like winds strewn across his distraught optics. Clenching his great jowl, and gnashing it uncertainly together. A thick strange growl excaping his hell burnt tharynx...before he could realize what he had just done. He felt like some certain dog as the guardian of the underworld, but he was no mangy mutt...he was something even better than that.
He straightened his lean viper, outstretching, allowing his muscles to thrust apart willingly. His thin, sliver like audits twitching uncertainly. But nothing among the earth he had heard but his own self, his own insanity snatching him down to the depths of craze once again. But he wasn't going to think about such hell bound things on such a day when he was picking lands astray. He flared his hollows, his eyes still plunking the smallest little details still. Feeling the muscles underneath him suddenly vexed, as if he wanted to run the life right out of him right then. But he wasn't going to become such a fool even in front of trees, it was too much of a embarrassment.
Though he shook his large dome, thick piceous tendrils bounding into the blue yonder, little sparks of porcelain light from the pale azul reflecting off of his split ends. Stopping his strange shaking, tressals rested willingly upon his onyx flesh...a deep burning breath excaping his round hollows. His orracles resting upon small patterns of the clumped dirt, seemingly wishing he could start a little realm of his own, and forgetting the piteous past that had been dragging him down all of his young years. He snapped his fangs together sharply, a loud click echoing throughout the nation. His labious curling like that of a hissing cat, revealing his sharp jagged fangs for only a few pointless minutes before hiding themselves once again. His sharp eyes traced across some broad bustling trees, and stare among the round pound. He sneered slightly, a thick chuckle rumbling from within his thick scratched esophagus.
The only good thing about it, is that I own it.
He spoke in jutting mumbles, his words could barely be heard...thinking aloud when he truly didn't realize his doings. He pushed his round velvet mug into the earth, inhaling the fresh air that stung his notrils, lowering his mug...he exhaled very slowly. Finally after, meaningless staring, he thrusted his large atramentous unguis outstretching forth, impelling very carefully among the terrain. He wandered very slowly, his footfalls could barely be heard, practicing as he always did...this time he was training on his very silent cat approach. But it was pitiful to train now, so he begun to walk in heavy thick footfalls...alowing his talons to impale the earth with his young masculine weight. His broad sketch thrusted across the vast stretch, as it seemed to him going on for endless hours. It was a very large empty land, but perhaps he didn't deserve such lands. Besides...he had no true plans of finding a mate any time soon, so maybe it was a waste keeping himself here. What was he thinking? Was his heart growing tender with worry? That made him wrathful of anger, and he thrusted his craniul back and forth in berserk motion.
No, this time he was going to be as selfish and greedy as they get. He was going to become much more bitter and heartless and true demon like as they ever get. He was going to speak more of enraged words more than none. Besides in his blood, ran warm with evil. He could feel that evil twisting through his veins like rushing rivers, smashing against the walls to burst one day. He grinned maliciously at such demonly thought, thrusting his skull higher into the cold spirited atmosphere.
He welcomed the strong squall that slashed across his brutish outline, closing his lids slowly, and allowing concentration to spin a thread carefully through his confused flesh. Sighing loudly once again, and slowly opening his round spheres, a smirk slowly outlining his thick labrales. He would greedily snatch these lands for himself, he would be willing to fight himself for it. It was defiantly no use giving a pathetic scream, or call...besides no one could hear him. It was many miles away were another lives...they defiantly wouldn't care. So he wouldn't be a light, as they say...and pathetically call his claimance when no body could hear him call out.
He grinned favorably once again, his bright non-pigmented ivories glowing luminously, revealing thrill that loomed through out his very structure.
./.Pain./.Is./.My./.Game./. « Result #8 on Feb 2, 2007, 10:26pm »
They damned me//Vor
They aged me//Four years
They Bled me//Mixed blood
They made me//Stallion
They tainted me//Evil
They say//./.Pain./.Is./.My./.Game./.
He saw it, it was in the path ahead of him. Corpses of his convey, he could see every tinge of detail so clearly in his swarthy orracles. He could see the crimson blood cascading down every dark edge, pointed edges of dead grass stained and splattered with the dark blood of his collages. There stood he, a minuscule gaunt looking jet rogue, standing there vaguely...his gasps felt thin and painful in his tharnyx. His ebony spheres (that could not obviously be read by emotion), were brimmed with unbearable pain, the pain felt like a dagger in his heart. Scaring him forever. But he could hear those thick bulky words of his father, nearly three months ago. Show no emotion boy, emotion is for the weak. But yet, he was so young and small, he was just on the verge to burst into tears. But he knew better, he would honor his father...he would never give this moment up to cry...he had never cried in his life.
Small lumpy tassel threads rustling slightly as a strong breeze lifted the dark souls into the deepest darkest hole of evil. His eyes burned across the ancient lands, suddenly feeling a strong furious emotion arise in him, it burned a fresh scar down into the core of his organ...revenge. And yet, he knew exactly who had done such deed. Pathious, the destroyer who had been raising for a army for years, destroying all with him. He rolled his ebonite occulars, pain was thick in his esophagus, and the scent of fury and blood filled his nostrils. His plain ebony bod glistened in the dull light.
Vor's rondures suddenly flashed into normal view...a veiw of a different but plain landscape that looked similar to the one in his flashback. Damn flashbacks, he thought bitterly...they came rarely, but when they did they hit him extremely hard. All of them were seemingly just like he remembered, especially this one, he could even smell the powerful stench of dead corpses. His audits twitched as a simple zephyr surpassed the lands, slipping along every crevice of his body. Making his bones chilled from the very core. He snapped his jaws together, gnashing his fangs together out of sudden despise. Crop lashed out, slicing into the cold seigniory, then snapping upon his quad, droppig low and brushing against his hocks. Lean nape pushed up, nares inhaling the fresh scent...free from the stench that was driving him crazy. A bustle of ebony tendrils ruffled and pressed against his slightly glazed nape again. He stood well structured, like any proud masculine would do. But there was nothing honorable about him, he failed. He never slaughtered Pathious, like these young years have urged him to do. Revenge, was what he thirsted for...that made him yearn for thick blood. These past two years were driving him insane, not being able to avenge the death of his tribe. Thats what his father would want him to do. But he couldn't be reckless, he needed to gain more experience...he was young. Only surviving his fourth year of living. But Pathious was no were to be found, Pathious was said to disappeared long ago. He was hopeless, no were to go. He was thin and lean, but slightly muscular across his physique. He wasn't the largest of brutes', and he wasn't that strong compared to some...but yes he was very fast unlike most. His hollows flared suddenly out of slight pride of what he had become. But still, guilt had drove him on the verge of instantly. He was slowly becoming something he didn't want. He was becoming more angry, and bitter and reckless. He was becoming careless of his life...as if he wanted it to vanish in thin air. He wasn't like that. Livid stained caliph struggled to maintain his structure, the very structure he was keeping among this earth. A retractile came down with a loud thunder, its ridged edges slicing the earth and leaving a mark upon the lush tract. His wide sombre oculus lowered, his consumed cranial drooping slightly for a few moments before thrusting itself into the pale welkin. His ivories clamping, curling his lambrums tightly, keeping his swarthy velveteen shut. Though the restless journeys he wanted to tell something, he was spent...and yet he didn't know what to do next.
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Upping Post Counts! « Result #9 on Feb 2, 2007, 9:55pm »
Okay, this is an easy way to get posts added onto your total without working too hard for them. All you have to do is get someone to join this game, and I will give you three additional posts. Just have the member tell me that you recommended them, and there you go, five posts. BUT you can't go around paying people on Horseland to join and then they just sign up and never come back. They have to be active, advanced, or near advanced, role players. So, tell your friends, advertise, and get those members joining..
*I may raise the prize if people start joining. XD
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