Requiem of Twilight « Result #1 on Aug 1, 2009, 12:32pm »
Over a hundred years ago...
The King of Thieves was captured in a failed attempt to kill the Hylian King and usurp the throne. As punishment, he was ordered to be executed by the Ancient Sage spirits, but as this order was carried out, through some divine jest, the evil Gerudo was gifted with the Goddesses’ power and revived.
Breaking free of his restraints, the dark lord drew the weapon of his demise from his chest, his vile laugh filling the air as he prepared to kill his executioners. However, this short moment of reprieve was the King’s downfall, as the Sages managed to open a portal to another world behind him. The void the portal created began to pull at him, slowly drawing him towards its depths, proving beyond even the Goddesses’ power to prevent.
The last act of the King of Evil before he disappeared from time was to launch the Sage’s Sword into the portal’s originator, piercing the very center of the Mirror of Twilight, but this proved to be worthless, as the damage was merely superficial, and the blade was quickly pulled into the void with its new owner…
The world has since lived in peace, battles and wars are small and short, fights becoming a mere training exercise of caution. People remain alert, prepared, but relaxed and comfortable.
Unfortunately, as with all things,
peace cannot last forever…
As you can tell, this is a Legend of Zelda Roleplay site, and I'm sure those of you who have good eyes can tell its based on the Twilight Princess game, but expanded and with a twist. We like to think of our site as a "Fantasy/Zelda RP", the knowledge of Zelda required is minimal~ You are able to claim canons from the game, as well as make original characters, get involved with the plot if you wish, and roleplay to your hearts content. ♥
death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #2 on Dec 21, 2008, 9:01pm »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan, they've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirl-wind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked they're growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
Lost and Found is an advanced medieveal roleplaying forum you create your own adventures and future. In a world that was destroyed 500 years ago, save one Kingdom that eventually became three, you will struggle to determine your loyalties and whether or not you will survive. You get to choose which Kingdom you will serve as you try to survive in a world that had previously been forsaken. With queens and kings, knights and murderers, the adventure never stops!
-A site that not only has standards for their writing skills but also for their members activity and friendliness. You won't find a better group of RPers anywhere else. With impressive writing abilities and fantastic personalities, you'll feel right at home in our active community of encouraging members.
-A constantly growing storyline that changes based on the actions YOU take. Both unique and simple enough to jump right in, you'll find yourself curiously awaiting what happens next.
-Whether you are looking for HUGE adventure plots or small character relationship stories, this is the place for you. We encourage every type of RP and leave the options limitless to foster your creativity.
-A shop where you can purchase items, over 100 RPing locations, and plenty of OOC contests and games to keep you entertained while you are waiting for a reply.
-Unique races, places, and languages.
-Potential to be one of the great advanced RP forums out there... if we have you on our side, that is!
Since we are a new forum, although we are lacking in members, those we do have are friendly, amazing writers, and extremely active. I would love to see you there as one of the founding members!!
the great E S C A P E ;; summer camp « Result #5 on Jun 13, 2008, 10:10am »
It's WORLD WAR THREE and parents around the world are WORRYING OVER THEIR KIDS. They don't want to lose them. They want them to be safe. The world is fighting over resources, families are running out of their own, and they're desperate. They want them to be safe from all of the terror. Someone is offering help. There is an island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean and its just the right size. There is a lake in the center, and guess what they figure? ITS PERFECT FOR A SUMMER CAMP. Its nothing tropical, so its quite perfect in their eyes. They set up the place, building cabins and washrooms, a cafeteria and play areas. They made it a fabulous place to camp. A place to be away from the war and from all the violence. Its almost like the center of the world. People from the Americas, Asia, Europe, or even... Antarctica.. [xD] are being sent to this sanctuary. Since there are kids from all over the world, no one wants to attack it. A child of their own, perhaps, is there. Safe No more invasion's. No more bombing. Not for these kids. WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE SITE? There is no application. Just sign up and fill a tiny form. It doesn't require anything more than a sentence. We have several staff members who are always their to help. Only 300 words per roleplay post, but we do have roleplayers ranging all over the place. Staff is really, really active. We've got a decent skin, and as you can see, a unique plot.
S C A R S of the P A S T « Result #6 on Jun 10, 2008, 5:59am »
“In the rolling hills of northeastern Virginia, Marion Fleming, “the horse lady,” works her magic at Heartland, a rescue horse for horses, ponies, and donkeys. Horses come here to be healed and to have the scars of the past lifted away. Marion Fleming, once one of the world’s finest female show jumpers, started Heartland following the breakup of her marriage twelve years ago. A fall at the show-jumping World Championships left her husband, British show jumper Tim Fleming, in a wheelchair and unable to ride again. The couple separated soon after. With its thirty stalls, Heartland is a recovery center for horses that have been rescued from dreadful neglect or physical cruelty. Horses that have been deemed dangerous and unrideable or that have nowhere else to go have a chance at Heartland. In treating these horses, Marion uses a mixture of conventional veterinaty medicine and other remedies she learned while nursing the great Pegasus back to physical and mental health. With patience and compassion, Marion Fleming finds ways to reach these horses. When they get better, concerted efforts are made to find each horse a new and permanent home…”
Horse Life Article
Less than 7 hours after reading this…
“The Mallens’ horse!” Amy gasped, sliding off Sundance. “They’ve gone, but it’s shut up in a barn outside their house. Mom! You’ve got to help!” “It’s been abandoned?” Marion said. Amy nodded. “We’ve got to go and get it!” Marion looked at the rain pouring down around them. “We can’t take the trailer out in this, Amy! The roads on Clairdale Ridge are so steep and narrow. It would be too dangerous.” Amy pushed away the picture of the forbidding tunnel of trees high up on the ridge. “But we can’t leave that horse shut in for another night!” she cried. “It hasn’t got food or water or anything” “Nothing?” Marion said quickly. Amy shook her head. “He’s terrified, Mom! If a storm starts, he might try to break free!” Marion paused as she made up her mind. “OK, we’ll go get it,” she said decisively. Her voice became brisk and efficient,. “You put the ponies away and get a bucket of food for the stallion. I’ll get the trailer out.” She hurried off. “See you in a minute.” “Here!” Soraya said, reaching to take Sundance’s reigns off Amy. “You go. I’ll put Sundance and Jasmine away. I’d better not come with you. Dad will be here to pick me up soon.” Amy hesitated for a moment. “Go on!” Soraya urged. “You can call me tonight and tell me how it goes.” “OK! Thanks!” Amy gasped. Turning, she ran after her mom.
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As they drove out of Heartland, the weather seemed to get even worse. The sky was heavy and dark gray. The windshield wipers squeaked rymtmically back and forth, barely making a break in the sheeting rain. The tires splashed noisily though the water on the road. Amy shivered in her damp clothes. “Why do you think the Mallens left him, Mom?” Marion shook her head, her eyes glued to the road. “I guess he might have been stolen, and before they found someone to sell him to, they got scared. Maybe the police had been asking around.” “I can’t believe they could just abandon him like that!” Amy exclaimed. “He could have starved to death.” Marion looked grim as she turned the trailer onto the steep, winding road that led up Clairdale Ridge. “Some people don’t care about things like that.” The engine clunked as she lowered it a gear to negotiate the sharp bends. Water was running in streams down the road. They headed into the gloomy tunnerl of trees. The truck and trailer crawled around the tight bends. A branch cracked loudly nd thudded onto the roof. Amy jumped. She didn’t like this dark passageway one bit. A tree creaked alarmingly as they passed. Amy gripped the seat and concentrated on rescueing the horse. At last they emerged into the open. “I can hardly see a thing,” Marion said as heavy rain hit the windshield again. Amy peered through the blur, searching for the drive that led up to the farmhouse. “There! There’s the turn. Not far now, Mom.” The truck splashed along the rutted driveway. Marion stopped it outside the house and, leaving the headlights on to illuminate their way, she jumped out. Amy grabbed the halter and lead rope from the seat beside her while Marion put the trailer rap down. “Which building is it?” she called to Amy. “That one!” Amy shouted, raising her voice above the wind. They staggered through the rain to the barn. After Marion pulled back the bolt, they heaved the door open together so it stood slightly ajar. Amy looked in. The bay stallion stared at them, head up, nostrils flaring, eyes wild. Marion looked at him for a moment and then, turning her back into the wind, took out a small contained from her pocket. From it she took a pinch of dark, gritty dust and rubbed it on her hands. “Stand back a bit,” she said softly to Amy. Amy did as she was told, and Marion squeezed through the gap in the door. The horse moved uneasily on the spot, his ears back. Turning herself sideways toward him. Marion looked at the floor, knowing eye contact could agitate horses. The stallion regarded her warily. Very slowly she held out her hand. The bay began to jerk his head back, but then he seemed to catch the scent of the powder. His nostrils flared and he inhaled, his ears suddenly pricking up. Amy held her breath. The powder was made from trimmings of chestnut – insensitive callous growths found on the inside of horses’ legs. An old horseman had once taught Marion that the scent could calm nervous and frightened horses. Now, shivering in the doorway, Amy watched to see what would happen. Very cautiously, the horse stretched out his head. Marion stayed absolutely motionless, still looking down. I am no threat, her body language seemed to be saying. The horse took a step forward, all the time breathing in. His delicate muzzle touched Marion’s hand, his nostrils dilating. He took another step forward and lifted his head to her hair, breathing in and then out. Very slowly, Amy saw her mom turn, and as the stallion breathed in, the fear left his eyes. His muscles relaxed, and lowering his head, he nuzzled Marion’s hand. She stoked him. “Pass me the halter,” she said quietly to Amy. Without the slightest objection, the horse let Marion slip on the halter. She patted him. “Come on, boy, let’s get you into the trailer.” Amy heaved the door open. The horse obediently followed Marion out into the sheeting rain. Amy patted him and he nuzzled her arm. Now that his initial fear was gone, he seemed friendly, even affectionate. When they reached the trailer, she stood on the ramp and rattled a feed bucker. The horse stretched out his head and neck and gobbled a mouthful. Then, with no more prompting, he walked calmly into the box. Amy put down the bucket to let him eat, and then, leaving her mom to tie him up, she slipped out of the side door to heave the ramp up. Her wet fingers slipped as she fastened the bolts. The wind and rain lashed down. At last Marion emerged. “Home,” she said, coming around to check the bolts. “And fast.” Their faces were streaming with water as they climbed back into the truck. Marion turned the key and the engine spluttered to life. Amy shivered and squeezed water from her hair. Marion turned on the heater. It roared noisily, competing with the sound of the rain. They could hear the stallion move uneasily in the back as the rain battered the roof of the trailer. Outside there was an ominous rumbling. Seconds later, a jagged fork of lightning split the sky and the rain started to sheet down with a new intensity. As they turned onto the steep downhill road, a crack of thunder broke over them. The horse began to panic. His feet thudded against the side of the box, causing it to rock alarmingly. Amy glanced anxiously at her mother. The truck was gathering speed as it headed down the hill. Marion was concentrating hard, braking slowly and steadily to keep the trailer under control on the wet road. “This is insane,” muttered Marion. “We should never have done this, Amy. Not in this storm.” Her eyes showed her anxiety as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. Amy jumped as lightning forked straight down through the sky, accompanied by an immense clap of thunder. The stallion’s hooves crashed into the walls of the trailer again and again as he struggled to escape. The tunnel of dark trees loomed ahead. As they entered, braches closed over the top of the trailer, banging and scrapping against it. Every muscle in Amy’s body was tense. Her heart was pounding. Her breath was short in her throat. The trees on each side of them swayed as the unrelenting wind and rain bent them against their will. The road seemed pitch-black beneath the tree canopy. Then there was a brilliant flash of lightning and a clap of thunder so loud that it sounded as if a cannon had gone off overhead. Amy screamed and jumped. The horse let out a shriek as a cracking noise echoed though the tunnel. Marion braked violently, but the tires failed to grip on the flooded surface. The truck skidded down the road, straight into the path of the falling tree. Time slowed down. Powerless to do anything, Amy watched as the tree fell towards them in horrifyingly slow motion. For one wild moment she thought they were going to get past it, but then, with a final creaking, crashing noise, the tree collapsed. With startling clarity, in a single second that seemed to last forever, Amy saw every little detail, every vein of every green, damp leaf. “Mom!” she screamed. There was a bang, a sickening feeling of falling, and then nothing.
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Now, over a year later. Amy has worked on getting passed what has happened and has taken over, in her mothers shoes as the healer of Hearland. But will things ever be the same? Find out and help Amy heal the
This is a cannon based RPG based on the Heartland series by Lauren Brooke. You don’t have to know the books to fit in, as non-cannons are allowed. Cannons are almost always available! The plot line is direct copyright of the first book she wrote. I did not write it. As well as the cannons, they are copyright of hers as well.
The face claims aren’t really being used much, so most are open. A C T I V E The form for joining is simple We don’t require a signature set unless you want it. There’s currently a contest to get a free horse and money, which is rare so join and jump to the opportunity. I rarely give free horses as a prize, and it’s extremely rare that money goes along with it. Most of the members post 3+ paragraphs. There isn’t a required word/paragraph count. The members are friendly, so you won’t feel like an outcast. School horses available for usage until you get your own. Get money for advertising, posting, getting member referrals, and much more. Friendly staff and members! The admin works her but off and advertisements on at least 25+ sites a day and affiliates with active sites. So there are no worries about it going dead!
My head hit the glass of the window as mom drove crazily over the road, shaking me to a unwanted state of awake. I had been sleeping as my mom rambled on about how lost I had become, like I wasn’t even there anymore. And where was the Alison she knew? Gone, that’s where she was. No more friends, no more parties, no more lazy Saturdays. She was gone, where too? Fantasy Bridge Stables, that’s where. Fantasy Bridge, as the brochure my mom received said, was a school that offered teachers coming out to see the students there so they would get an education. But the place itself was a boarding school for those interested in horses. And somehow, my mother got this crazy idea that I might be interested in getting back on a horse. So here I am, as she pulls that ugly green car into the driveway of hell. “Are you even listening to me?”, was my moms reply when I guess she finally realized that I might not be into what she has to say completely. And not wanting to get into any of her, ‘you don’t respect me’ speeches, I simply nodded my head. What she doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. She sighed and looked me over like she was seeing a new me, smiling, she reached across the car and gave me a big bear hug that I was sure not to return. Resistant, she pulled away and got out of the car, I could hear the click of the trunk lock turning as she opened it. Sure enough, she appeared by my window carrying four bags of what I had packed. I hadn’t wanted to pack at all, but after I realized that there was no talking her out of this, I was sure to pack everything I could want for the 6 month stay here at Fantasy Bridge. Her speech to get me to stay went as follows: “Just stay for 6 months, and if you absolutely hate it like you keep insisting you will, I will come pick you up, and bring you back home and let you re-attend school down here. Just give it a try honey! They have horses, and you used to love riding so much! You’d spend hours on end just begging me to let you stay at the stable a little longer, or to move out to the country so you could be around horses all day long! Now here’s your chance to be around them all day with allot of kids your age! You’ll love it!” After that, she had given me a stern look that says ‘just nod your head and say you want to go and pack, otherwise, I’m packing for you and I will hunt you down and drag you to that car!’ So really, I had no choice in coming here, its just another chapter of my life planned out by the witch. And of all days to send me here, she chooses my 15th birthday! Oh, how lucky am I? I uncrossed my arms and unbuckled, reluctantly turning to open the door, I stepped out and picked up my bags, two in each hand. I looked at her, giving what must have been a death stare, because she turned on her heels with a victorious smile and walked off. “Hurry along now honey, you don’t want to be late or else you wont get the tour!” “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” I had to hand it to her though, this place was beautiful, complete with a huge barn holding countless stalls, two indoor rings, three outdoor rings, over one thousand acres of pastures and trails, and a ten ‘o’clock curfew. The place didn’t sound that bad honestly, I got a chuckle out of the brochure, Be sure to carry money whenever leaving the main house, because if your not back by the time the door closes and locks, your hiking to a hotel for the night or sleeping outside. And if you convince one of the horses to share its stall, you might be lucky enough to sleep in a comfy bed of straw for the nigh! NO EXCEPTIONS! Reaching the door, I was greeted by a skinny blonde with bright pink shiny lip-gloss and a large smile. She held out her hand to shake but then looked at the bags I was carrying and must have realized I couldn’t, because she brought her hand back and started her greeting more properly, “Hi there! I’m Holly! You must Alison. Ms. Thomson sent me to come and give you a tour of the stables. Is this your mom?,” She said and turned to look at my mom who nodded. “The office is that way, go into the commons area and there will be a door with a sign on it. You can talk to her if there’s anything you need. I’m just going to take Alison to her dorm and get her situated. If you’d like to join us for the tour, we’ll meet up in the commons area.” Mom must have had something better to do, or just couldn’t wait to get rid of me one, but whatever the excuse, she came up with the greatest, and possibly most overused, lie to get out of it. She started walking towards her car, “I would, but I’m late for work, I’ll call Alison later and just see what she thanks. Bye Holly!” And with that, the car engine started and she was backing down the drive. And I was officially stranded here at Fantasy Bridge. I let one final glare follow my mother and turned to Holly who was smiling brightly at me and gave her a half smile. She turned and gave me a motion to follow her, so I did, I mean, what else was I going to do? There was no way I could run fast enough with four bags and catch my moms car. I didn’t have much peace once entering the building, into what was apparently the commons room, because Ms. Thomson, I recognized her from the brochure, met up with me and stopped me for a moment to talk to me. “Now Alison, we are simply thrilled to have you here, but like any school or official building. We have our rules and schedules, here’s yours by the way, I’ll hand it here to Holly and you can look over it later, since she is taking you to your room. Curfew is at 10, now I don’t expect everyone to go to sleep at 10, I just want them all in their rooms by 10, if your outside the building at 10 and don’t make it back before the doors lock, your just out of luck until the open at 6 in the morning. Your mother informed me that you did not have your own horse and provided me with money, there is now a list of horses with their pictures and info on your bed in your dorm, you can choose one of them. They range from here in the United States all the way to Europe. There are over 500 horses for sale in that list. If you have time, I suggest you come down to the office and tell Ms. Crenshaw, our secretary, thank you for finding so many choices. Its not mandatory that you do so, but I’m sure she appreciates a thank you every now and then. During your free time, you may do whatever you like as long as it doesn’t include drugs, violence, or any of that sort of things. Your spending money is whatever your parents send you, the school will provide food, water, electric and that sort, but anything else is up to you. Your mom told me you had a laptop as well, there is a wireless internet connection that can be gotten into anywhere on the premises. If you have any questions that cannot be answered by the students or your handbook, come see me or Ms. Crenshaw in the office.” And with that, she turned and walked off. I looked at Holly and raised my brow slightly, who in return shrugged her shoulders, “This way.” She walked off, leading me towards a staircase. That’s how I ended up here at Fantasy Bridge Stables.
Welcome to Boston, Massachusetts. Home of Harvard, the American Revolution, and more criminal scum than the eye can see. This ain't a kind city, people. dang goes does down here. Men and women kill, cheat, and steal like it's the frickin' apocalypse. But really? It's a way of life. When things aren't handed to you, you gotta take it. And what with a sudden burst of organized crime in the heart of Boston, things are really beginning heat up. Loyalties are tested. Alliances are formed.
The good men in blue are beginning to feel overwhelmed-- but the fight goes on. The Boston Police Department has sent in for federal aide, and a new influx of FBI agents has restored hope. It's been said that there are even some agents working undercover to bring an end to Boston's organized crime... but those might just be rumors. One thing's for sure; tread softly on mafia soil.
Families like the Italian Cardamones and the Irish Kilpatricks aren't the sorts of families that you deal with lightly. They've been known, on more than one occasion, to put a contract out on someone and have him dead before the week is out. It isn't called the "Waste Management Business" for nothin'. And they don't take too kindly to rats weaseling their way into the ranks. Soon fingers will start pointing and heads will begin to roll, and then the real danger begins.
Many people are beginning to wonder how far things are gonna go before it all starts to crumble.
But the question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?
What would happen if every major city in the United States was wiped off the map? Cellphones, TVs, dishwashing machines, everything that uses electricity would no longer work. Flipping a switch wouldn’t make the lights come on, everything would run out of gas, and no one would have the faintest idea of what’s going on in the outside world.
Do you think people would change? The strong might become brigands, watching the roads and taking advantage of the weak. Neighbors might fight each other in their attempts to put food on the table. Guns would be found holstered on everyone’s hip, not to exercise their second amendment rights, but simply to stay alive.
Do you think that people would still hope? Upstanding citizens might try to keep order, elect officials, and fight to protect others. The hard circumstances might force people to work together. They could try to rebuild after the attack. They could make stronger communities, make stronger relationships.
What would it be like if the world ended? Visit us and find out.
Kingdom of England « Result #10 on Mar 21, 2008, 2:16pm »
The year is 1285, the month and the days are the same of which we have in real life. Eg, it's 21st of March today, so that shall be the date where my rp starts if I make a thread. The era 1285 was beautiful, considering there were worse years, the English were writing romance poems while wars were happening everywhere else. I'm no history nerd, I made this site with brief research on my back, and a nagging desire for admin help.
Edward I is on the throne and conquered Wales in 1282, also married to Eleanor of Castile with 13 children and another on the way, (These facts are historically accurate, not made up). Under Edward's reign, Parliament are meeting regularly, and the Statute of the Jewry was in motion. Meaning Jews had to wear a yellow badge on their outer garments.
This is my new site, very new, me and my boyfriend are the two admins and we have no other members yet, this means there are lots of interesting canons up and there are a lot more opportunities for everyone. Just looking won't hurt right? Thanks! xxx Hannah xxx
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