About the game
The eternal battle between the forces of light and dark continues to rage on.
The Light King went on a journey of spiritual discovery, his reasons unknown. In doing so he left his lands vulnerable to the attacks of the Darkness. The Lands of Light, have now been conquered by the dark. With any Light horses being forced out, or living as slaves to the Dark legions.
The Saligia; the gods that protect the world have made themselves known. Speaking through the vessel they allow mortals to speak with them to hear their judgement.
But with the return of the Light King heralds new hope for the forces of light. Will they suceed? Or will they fall?
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Re: For Those of You Who Can't Seem to Let Go... « Result #1 on Dec 23, 2009, 7:06pm »
It seems that everyone else has made the speach that very much tells my own view/feelings. So I wont repeat that what has already been said. I feel somewhat awkward not repeating it, but they are an exact copy of my own views. over the past year it has been pretty hectic with school and my own horses, as well as trying to keep up some sort of a social life that it has been pretty hard to find any energy or muse to Rp, although i did try on other sites but the atmosphere or therefore lack of is just not the same. I miss EC and the people who make it the great place that it is. Long live EC =] My msn is the same as it has always been, and I will contribute in anyway necessary in order to bring life back to EC!! Hehe like Rune I check in every few months to see if anything is occuring =] and will do so a lot more frequently now just to harrass everyone =] hehe.
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Re: For Those of You Who Can't Seem to Let Go... « Result #2 on Dec 17, 2009, 2:06pm »
I don't think I have anyone's MSN anymore-- I can't remember the old SN I used, so I can't log on and talk to all the people I had from the new and old EC.
But I'm usually around, these are my most common contacts: AIM: Faarfaar YIM: kermit_yess MSN: faar.faar
Feel free to add me as you like, I'll probably be looking for some help around the site, and with contacting Rogue to set things up again.
Re: For Those of You Who Can't Seem to Let Go... « Result #3 on Dec 10, 2009, 9:38pm »
<3 I still come every few months, hoping to see some life. EC was the first horse roleplay I ever joined. It was the first large community that I ever found acceptance in, and the first community I've ever felt like people truly cared about me. I would love nothing more than to find it come to life again, even if it's not as grand as it once was. This place has changed a lot, there's been a lot of drama, but... I like the idea of getting back to the basics. There are a lot of Dark vs. Light rps out there now, but, you know what? I don't care. No place will ever be like EC, or have these same people.
On the off chance this place truly does come alive again, would we ever consider moving it again? Trying to up-keep it with so little control seems hard. Just something to consider, is all I'm saying.
Farria, do you have Rogue's MSN? I recall her getting online... some time this year. I'm also still willing to help out with whatever you need done, I believe you have my MSN, right?
(Sorry about the ad beside the video, it's part of the Proboards YouTube tags and we can't remove it.)
Have we caught your attention? Watch the full length 3 min version here!
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 Moderators and Graphics Designers.
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?
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Re: For Those of You Who Can't Seem to Let Go... « Result #5 on Oct 15, 2009, 1:21pm »
It's been a year since this site has gotten attention; I promise I never forgot about the board at all. It isn't a board, really... like Black said, I know a lot of us considered the EC to be a home. And a lot of us fought for it since the beginning, when Thowra and Stygian were around, then to when Rogue and Shadow Knight became the admins, and finally when we moved to this lovely board to start a-new. I'm still as thankful as ever that Rogue was kind enough to allow me to work on this site, and to help build it up.
I don't want to admit that the board was dead, so I'll just say it was put on hold right before it was ready to open. I know that advertising was difficult for me, because I couldn't put up affiliate banners in the menu, because the site had a bug. I'm still trying to fix that. As for the Saligia, it was Rogue's idea, and I can't say I know the direction in which she wanted it to go, so I couldn't help her finish it. Not that the game really needs the Saligia; we got on just fine years before when it was only light against dark (and you had to battle in that stupid arena where a Mod had to judge your fight, and sometimes you didn't get a mod for weeks and then you stopped caring about fighting).
But the point of this message is, I'm doing my best to resurrect this site, because I know some of you are still loyal, and I wouldn't want to let you down. Even if you all have permanently moved on, I still have to give thanks for your enthusiasm and dedication. Especially to Black, and the rest of you who did your part, like Mini and Surreal, Rune... Because we've lost Teagan and Trigun, we're going to need some new 'Katanas', although I can't promote you guys unless we hunt down Rogue. So the hunt is on.
Enough rambling on my part; I just wanted to let you guys know that I'll do my best to ressurect this site, to debug it and fix those annoying codes at the top-- some of which refuse to work--, and then to advertise on every medium possible to get it active again. And I know a lot of you will support and help as much as you can, which I can't express how much I would appreciate that.
Re: Once More on Silver Lips so Spiteful « Result #6 on Oct 8, 2009, 7:16pm »
If history was written by the victors, then nothing has changed. The filly that once stood before the despicable horse who so called himself Beast was no more; the insolence remained from the encounter, but nothing was learnt, nothing taken. Save for the ill fated meeting that saw the foal begin the dance called life. The mare that stalked the forest now looked nothing like the compact foal, the gangly legs had given way to a solid yet slender bodice, her head now stood a similar height to the clouds as a Kings once did before her. Yet she was as odious as ever, and had a temper to match. Fortunately, Muerte had managed to teach her something about the whims of self control and the usefulness of portraying a deceiving exterior, a skill she put to good use these days as she prowled the forest. Muerte was the name Styx called the horse whom foaled her. The illegitimate daughter of the King, Styx disowned her parentage in order to follow a path entirely her own. Her pelt bore many a mark, owing to her quick temper and liking for disagreements; she seemed to have a knack of infuriating other horses. However the one that stood out was the irregular jagged scar burned into her shoulder that had never completely healed, yet hindered her in no way, marking her for what she was. The cruel world she had grown up within was the only world she knew; lights were scum, unfit for owning their own land. However she thought that of majority of the so called darks out there she came across. The land was alive, alive with the thundering of horses hooves, of flickering shadows within the night. The sun rose and set again, yet now it did with such a vicious ferocity that most of the dammed had taken to seeking refuge amongst caves or trees. Styx however, as always, was the exception. She gloried in the rays of light that seemed to be filled with odious scorn. Once, when she was young, she had seen a red horse, glorying in the purity and fullness of the sun upon the beach, at its highest point within the sky. That particular horse was now the conquest of her daddy’s. And yet, there was never a fight; never a confrontation, which had led her to believe that the particular conquest was an empty one. The so called King had simply assumed title, quickly and easily in the absence of the scum. Ironically assuming a position in Styx’s mind similar to that of the scum. Imagine the outlaws surprise upon the intrusion of not one but two condemned horses into her world of thought and reason. They seemed to infest everything these days. Their pelts bore the marks of corrections, their heads hung in forfeit. Yes; it was simple to mark them for what they were. Styx’s first instinct, as always was to peal her lips back from her teeth, exposing her fangs and flattening her ears, coupled with her eyes constant odious expression, it was enough to move mountains. However today she slipped on an expression of false comrade. Delicate ears perked forcibly upright, into polite curiosity. Perhaps it would do her some good to converse with equines…not. ‘Greetings.’ What else could she say? Good thing she didnt care who she barged in on.
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Re: Once More on Silver Lips so Spiteful « Result #7 on Oct 5, 2009, 8:15pm »
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They say soul mates' hearts have the same rhythm... As though out of billions of hearts, only two are in perfect unison. But hearts aren't like hoofbeats. Hoofs can pierce the dirt in cadence with thousands, the breaths falling in rhythm, the operatic screams hitting the same chords like a fucking masterpiece. And the spectators are impressed and moved and repulsed. . . in unison. Their puppeteer can really pull those strings, and those marionettes will dance like their feet were on fire, and their painted lips would never even dream of parting to complain. They like the sport; that's what they were saying. They like the analytic side of examining hearts, the trial and error. Breaking, bruising, smashing, mangling, destroying, obliterating-- but they just can't figure out what the hell makes them beat like they do. What makes them the symbol of the soul, and why some are weak and some are strong... they aren't like the other internal organs strung about in the trees like christmas decorations; hearts are so much different. They aren't decorative material, only in a matter of trophies. And boy do they like their trophies. They like the look of them, all piled together. They like the soundtrack, too, and the decorations. They can be real' creative when it comes down to it, after all, she would have never thought that ribs could make such appealing wind chimes, and the product of their artistic expression was strung about everywhere; at least, it was in her land. She was so lucky to have such a gifted Lord, and such an idiot at that. Her noncommittal attitude and appearance had him fooled to a mark; she was about as much of a sunkisser as any, only she supposed to a lesser degree, as she didn't exactly socialize and hadn't committed herself to a leader. She was more withdrawn, which made her less known, and thus the lights and darks were fooled about where her loyalties lay. Yet she still got the beatings, not just because she had a tendency to disappear, but because she refused 'affections'. Upon her pitch black hide, she-- like the rest-- bore the scars of her encounters. He was in a mood today, like he was every day. A blood thirsty mood, where he wanted to kick and bite and mangle and explore; so while he was dealing with a stubborn palomino, she had taken that opportunity to slip away. Being a traitor and a liar had its advantages, but only when she was off his property; she was still very much a slave. No better than Salvador; he had abandoned them, she had betrayed them... She was facing a rear end, which she stared at for a moment before it completely registered what she was looking at. A light stallion-- alive? alone? Hanging his head and thinking, seemingly a trend among the lights. "World cries around us, hearts cry within us... yet we are still left unanswered." She whispered, dropping her gaze to the soil before her. "We're surrounded by the answers, aren't we. Live or die. Do or don't... Fight or perish."
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Once More on Silver Lips so Spiteful « Result #8 on Sept 15, 2009, 7:36pm »
beautiful whispers leave one so far chain these hands of ageless struggle rid us of this beloved curse
Screams. Screeches. Silence. All in that order. All you could hear for what seemed like an eternity of darkness. Of brutality. Of suffering. When one disappears for such a long time, a land is turned to waste. Kingdoms destroyed. Overtaken. The rein of corruption had begun. What had caused such a sudden spike in tragedy? One could never fathom it's results. What terror had caused so many of us to vanish? To fall? To... die? Had we all simply given up? Surrendered to the bastard we name Stirga? Shall we all bow to his greatness? No. I think not.
Salvador.
The name was now seeming as a joke. The name was dragged down and stomped in the dirt, the dust, the waste, the grime. The most insulting of all. Saviour? I think not. And those of us remaining are expected to bow to the cursing that is SALVADOR? The thought makes me tremble with laughter. Our great leader is worthless. Hopeless. He no longer has the support of his recent followers. Why? Oh why? For he has abandoned us! Left us to fend for ourselves. We have no Saviour. Purity? All is gone. Our mares raped, our stallions murdered. What do we have now but disgrace? Slaves. All we are now are slaves to the all- mighty king of darkness.
What a foul beast, striking when we are already kicked down. What purpose did it serve? The power hungry maniac had all he could ask for- give him nothing more God! That is... if you are there. Why would you forsake us in such a time of desperation? Those of us have been forced to grow up, and to get a grip. Colts are now maturing to be ravenous, murderous, and suicidal creatures that could never be mistaken for equines. Not the equines I grew up around, that is. Deception! Our mares are now nothing but brood for the corrupt. To help built their army. The more delicate breeds? The one's with bloodlines so pure and refined? The breeds that are lighter, with lighter bone structures? Made into slaves or broods for sacrifices. Many mares have carried young for the tainted that have grown to kill their mothers.
How would you feel to have you death growing inside you? Or the product of a savage rape? Or maybe to know that the creature inside you could kill your old herd mates, or your uncaptured best friend. And once that foal is out of your womb and on the ground, to be viciously penetrated once more? Our mares are weak. And we can do nothing about it, for we have no leader.
I stood in the forest, head down. Thinking. Waiting. Waiting for what? The signal of go.
And I was ready.
an epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful her tongue screams for him rid us of this curse
I have A.D.D. and magic markers.... oh the thrills I will have...
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For Those of You Who Can't Seem to Let Go... « Result #10 on Sept 13, 2009, 9:10pm »
... You're on here for the first time in eons. The Emerald Cascades that we've all known and loved has died. And it's up to the only one's who have an emotional attachment to this little game, to keep it up. Yeah, a ton of us have grown out of it. I wont lie, we have. We don't want to admit the fact that we play role- playing games in our free time. Fine, fine- it's all fine. But do show some others the website that at one time we all cared greatly for. The website that we would check every few hours to see if a stallion had "claimed" us, or our mare had finally given birth. Or maybe we were just getting on to talk to others on the chat box- whatever it was, we all came on the site at least once a week.
From personal experience, I used to be obsessed with this game. I had virtually no life other than riding and pretending to be a horse. Yeah, those were the good old days. Getting in trouble for being on the computer way to long because I was trying to draw out a few sentences to make my character look tough. Or trying my hardest to be claimed, posting everywhere and anywhere to get attention. I brought friends to the game, and we all played with one another. But within a month, things turned to chaos.
New members joined, and others faded. Admins tried to do everything in their power to keep it alive, and those of us that were too in love with the game could never let go of hope for what gave us such delight- and gave us the chance to be, in our own minds, anything we wanted to be. It let us express the other sides of us that no one ever saw... and now we poke and prod the dead thing to try to wake it up? Have we lost all hope?
No, not many people will read this. No, I don't expect anyone to care about what I'm saying. All I know is that at one point this website was a second home- a shelter, if you will for me. I'm not going to let it lay vacant and gone. I'm staying here. I'll create new characters and post with myself if I have to (although, I really don't want to). We need to keep her alive people, whether we want to role play or not. This is a website where even more horse- hopefuls should be able to come to, without the worry of it being destroyed or dying on them. I care about EC. It's never going to be a lost cause in my eyes.
We need to RP with what we have. Screw trying to be bigger and better. Invite your friends. Invite your siblings. Invite that crazy girl at the barn that jumps 4 foot on a 14 hand pony. I know I will. Anything to keep the tradition going. But I wont always be here. I have school, I have work, and I have my horse to take care of. I don't always have time for it. But I will invite people who do. People who will love EC as much as I did when I had the time.
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