Post by Befera on Mar 15, 2007 11:54:19 GMT -5
Required Information
Name of Site: The Homeland
URL of Site: mirica.proboards52.com/index.cgi
Index Category: Equine RPG
TRPGH Banner Location: Welcome Table in the Main Header
Site Information
Types of Characters Allowed: Wild Horses
Magic Allowed?: No
Time Period: Past
General Theme: The Classic Light vs. Dark War
Optional Information
Mini-Banner:
Mini-Banner Code:
Admin Contact: PM Befera or Ranjit or email jessicar@befera.com for more information.
Creation Date: 1-22-06
Activity Level: Moderate
Difficulty: Intermediate to Advanced
Rating: PG-13
Plot/Intro:
the aged horse widened his grey-ish eyes. 'The dark king was my uncle, children. He continued by saying this: ''You never treated my friends and I right, Hanoye. That is why I turned against you. That is why so many have died. The Dark has been rising for three years and you have never noticed.'''
There was a heavy pause as the old horse struggled to remember what the dark horse had said. '''You have always been to soft. When those few horses rebeled a few years ago I would have had them slaughtered before the herds' eyes. A lesson to them not to rebel. But what did you do? You let them walk free.
You have asked why we turned dark. I am here to answer it: because you have ruled with an overinflated ego, friend. You think all these horses would bow down willingly to you, that they worship the ground you stood on. They don't. They follow you because you are too kind. Mine follow me because we share beliefs. That you and your race should end. Thats why this war began.'''
He pointed with his muzzle to a place on his flank.
'Thats a token of war. My father battled against the darks king for all his life and they died together, ripping at each others throats. For a while, peace prevailed, all through my time ruling and my son's time.'
Worry flickered in the bronc's eyes. 'But the signs are showing, my friends. It will not be long now. A new dark lord will come and try to take over. We must hope that none of us are here when he does.'
The story done, the hessian laid his great head down and slept. That night, he died.
Ten years later
The old stallion predicted right. There was a new dark lord. The Luce spoke in whispers of his crimes, he tales of him sending fear down the spines of the foals, chilling them into obedience. The Luce considered it deadly to even mouth his name, so they did not. They called him the dark lord, or other odd names. It was time for the wars to restart.
The question is: which side do you follow? Do you side with the Luce and only want peace and happiness? Or do you go with the Druids, who want war and voilence? Its up to you my friend, but I would choose wisely, for if you join the wrong side, if could very well spell your death.
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Plot By Ranjit
Name of Site: The Homeland
URL of Site: mirica.proboards52.com/index.cgi
Index Category: Equine RPG
TRPGH Banner Location: Welcome Table in the Main Header
Site Information
Types of Characters Allowed: Wild Horses
Magic Allowed?: No
Time Period: Past
General Theme: The Classic Light vs. Dark War
Optional Information
Mini-Banner:
Mini-Banner Code:
<a href="http://mirica.proboards52.com/index.cgi">
<img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/4461/thbannerv2uj5.png"border=0>
</a>
Admin Contact: PM Befera or Ranjit or email jessicar@befera.com for more information.
Creation Date: 1-22-06
Activity Level: Moderate
Difficulty: Intermediate to Advanced
Rating: PG-13
Plot/Intro:
The War
The aged horse looked around at his small audience of foals. His stories always attracted crowds. But this was no story. This had happened and would happen again.
'Children of my children's children, listen up well. This has involved your mothers and fathers and their mothers and fathers for ages and it will involve you.
This land was not always peaceful. Before, this land never saw a day when a horse did not die over night. This land never saw a spring morning where blood had not been spilled from last night's fighting.'
The old stallion, white in hue, paused and looked at each face. 'My sire was the king of these lands some thirty years ago. His name was Hanoye. He was very brave. One day, he and about four warriors from our herd were patroling the edge of the light lands. I was only around 2 and a hlaf years old at this tis. Scarely older than the oldest foal here. he shot a look at a haughty looking chesnut foal.
Recently, horses had been diseappearing. Whether they left on their own or were forced is unknown. At the edge of the light's territory and the no-horse lands, the five stallions could hear screams and crazed laughter. They decided to find out what was going on.'
He paused and sank into memories and had to be yelled out of it by the ten or so foals around him. 'Sorry children. Where was I? Oh yes. About two miles or so into the no-horse lands, they were ambushed by a dozen, trained horses. They four warriors were slain protecting their king and my sire had to flee. He barely made it out alive.'
The foals gasped softly. 'They had ripped off his ear, torn off parts of his mane and tail, gashed open his stomach and almost broken his leg. The healers of our herd had to work night and day to save him. And they almost did not.
A few days later, a messenger from the tribe that had attacked them came. It was a pretty little chestnut filly with a heart blacker than the night sky. She said that war had been called against the lights.
My father accepted and they battles began. It started slow but soon everyone was fight. Everyone wandered why the war was going on. I was there when my sire died and I can tell you this. he stopped for a long moment and looked at each foal. 'The dark king, as he took his final breaths, whispered these exact words: ''Remeber me, brother, as you rise to Heaven. This war could have been prevented, brother, had mother and father not picked you as King.'''
[/b]The aged horse looked around at his small audience of foals. His stories always attracted crowds. But this was no story. This had happened and would happen again.
'Children of my children's children, listen up well. This has involved your mothers and fathers and their mothers and fathers for ages and it will involve you.
This land was not always peaceful. Before, this land never saw a day when a horse did not die over night. This land never saw a spring morning where blood had not been spilled from last night's fighting.'
The old stallion, white in hue, paused and looked at each face. 'My sire was the king of these lands some thirty years ago. His name was Hanoye. He was very brave. One day, he and about four warriors from our herd were patroling the edge of the light lands. I was only around 2 and a hlaf years old at this tis. Scarely older than the oldest foal here. he shot a look at a haughty looking chesnut foal.
Recently, horses had been diseappearing. Whether they left on their own or were forced is unknown. At the edge of the light's territory and the no-horse lands, the five stallions could hear screams and crazed laughter. They decided to find out what was going on.'
He paused and sank into memories and had to be yelled out of it by the ten or so foals around him. 'Sorry children. Where was I? Oh yes. About two miles or so into the no-horse lands, they were ambushed by a dozen, trained horses. They four warriors were slain protecting their king and my sire had to flee. He barely made it out alive.'
The foals gasped softly. 'They had ripped off his ear, torn off parts of his mane and tail, gashed open his stomach and almost broken his leg. The healers of our herd had to work night and day to save him. And they almost did not.
A few days later, a messenger from the tribe that had attacked them came. It was a pretty little chestnut filly with a heart blacker than the night sky. She said that war had been called against the lights.
My father accepted and they battles began. It started slow but soon everyone was fight. Everyone wandered why the war was going on. I was there when my sire died and I can tell you this. he stopped for a long moment and looked at each foal. 'The dark king, as he took his final breaths, whispered these exact words: ''Remeber me, brother, as you rise to Heaven. This war could have been prevented, brother, had mother and father not picked you as King.'''
the aged horse widened his grey-ish eyes. 'The dark king was my uncle, children. He continued by saying this: ''You never treated my friends and I right, Hanoye. That is why I turned against you. That is why so many have died. The Dark has been rising for three years and you have never noticed.'''
There was a heavy pause as the old horse struggled to remember what the dark horse had said. '''You have always been to soft. When those few horses rebeled a few years ago I would have had them slaughtered before the herds' eyes. A lesson to them not to rebel. But what did you do? You let them walk free.
You have asked why we turned dark. I am here to answer it: because you have ruled with an overinflated ego, friend. You think all these horses would bow down willingly to you, that they worship the ground you stood on. They don't. They follow you because you are too kind. Mine follow me because we share beliefs. That you and your race should end. Thats why this war began.'''
He pointed with his muzzle to a place on his flank.
'Thats a token of war. My father battled against the darks king for all his life and they died together, ripping at each others throats. For a while, peace prevailed, all through my time ruling and my son's time.'
Worry flickered in the bronc's eyes. 'But the signs are showing, my friends. It will not be long now. A new dark lord will come and try to take over. We must hope that none of us are here when he does.'
The story done, the hessian laid his great head down and slept. That night, he died.
Ten years later
The old stallion predicted right. There was a new dark lord. The Luce spoke in whispers of his crimes, he tales of him sending fear down the spines of the foals, chilling them into obedience. The Luce considered it deadly to even mouth his name, so they did not. They called him the dark lord, or other odd names. It was time for the wars to restart.
The question is: which side do you follow? Do you side with the Luce and only want peace and happiness? Or do you go with the Druids, who want war and voilence? Its up to you my friend, but I would choose wisely, for if you join the wrong side, if could very well spell your death.
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Plot By Ranjit