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In Game Play
There are No Foals
The Season Is Summer
The Weather is Very Sunny with Little Cloud Cover
STS History And More
Welcome to Still They Stand. Have A Good Time!
"It wasn’t long ago. No, not log ago at all," Blitz said calmly," It all started about three years ago. It was a beautiful spring afternoon. None of us had a clue what was going on."
"What happened, Blitz? What happened!?" Serobi asked excitedly.
"Well, if you would settle down here, I would be able to tell you. Now, where was I? Oh! Yes, it was a mild spring afternoon and the sun was shinning bright. We had all gone into the Shaded Woods to retreat from the suns hot rays, when one of the heard members spotted something on the horizon. We all dashed our heads up to see what was going on when it happened," Blitz told.
"It happened!? What happened!?" Serobi butted in again.
"What happened? Well, The End happened!" Blitz shot back in a wave of excitement," All I seen was a big bright light and then everything went black. All I can remember is a sharp pain in-between my withers."
"Whoa! So, is that how you got your wings!? Huh Blitz? Is that how!?" Serobi asked jumping around Blitz as if he were in a cage fight.
"Yes Serobi, that is how I got my wings and that, is how you got your horn," Blitz said calmly. Smiling, he stood up ruffling his wings, and walked over to the stream which he and Serobi has stopped at.
So here we are. What had happened was a highly-radioactive bomb had gone off right in the middle of Blitz and his herd’s world. Everything is the same, the food, the water, the landscape. Everything ... but the horses! Blitz and the one surviving mare had been chemically altered to become a Pegasus (Blitz) and a unicorn (the mare). The mare, which had already been bred before The End and died shortly after the waning, foaled Serobi, who was born a unicorn. Now every horse on the planet is either a Pegasus or a unicorn!
Come, nurse your mythical horse needs at Still They Stand!
As soon as we have more active members, we will be able to begin a plot that affects the STS community as a whole.
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?