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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? Read more.

Canon positions open for audition, so join today!

Enter the LEGEND


Long ago Italy was nothing but meager cities and villages. The world was a mere oasis, the land undiscovered, unknown, mysterious. The King of Italy was a young man with dreams of wild monsters, dragons and gaining land all for himself. This wildly ambitious man was Giovanni da Verrazzano. Even as a young boy he sat in is father's lap, listening of stories of new worlds far beyond his own so when his father died and Giovanni took the thrown his only wish was to explore. And so he did.

Years passed by when he finally gathered his army 100 men and 200 horses was his final command. When he felt sufficient enough he marched out of the city with regal pride, much to his counselors dislike. He wished for Giovanni to learn astrology, how to read and write. But there was no time for that. The first few days of the journey was all to splendid. Over hills they climbed, across rivers and fields of wild flowers. The place was grand to him, and soon to be all his. But the farther they wandered, and the more tired they became it was obvious trouble was on the way. Men started to disappear, horses where found dead and no one knew what was going on. They turned around to head back to Italy but they could not find the route they traveled. They had wandered into the world of no return, they where Far Beyond Return.

They had stumbled on a land that breathed and sleeped, awoke and yawned every morning. It was a land of last summer and brutal winters, a land where no human had ever set foot on before for at least a million years. The land had the most rare animals you had ever seen, and for the Italians the wolf was the most rarest of all. Only a few wolves lived in Italy, and those were slowly killed out for their fur. Bounty was placed on them years ago, and so was the rumors. But these wolves where different. They where smarted, more intelligent. And do when the men started to wander in their homes with their hornless deer and dogs, they acted. At this time the pack was grouped into one whole, all living in the area and co-existing under one Alpha. However soon the human intervention tore them apart one by one.

Wolves grouped together in three, all following their own political 'do it all' for the humans. The first was Oltre Pack, the original Alpha and most of the the loyalest group, all veterans and some young males and females. They believed they should just fight them out, kill them all. The second was Terrafall Pack, the most rudest and grouped 'pure bloods' of Far Beyond Return, content on only getting away from the menace. They voted to just hide away from them, never interfere with anything. And then there was Merrastone. these wolves where highly spiritual and followed their religion of sacrifices and gods more then their own leader. They voted to invite them in, let them co-exist. But both Terrafall and Oltre knew what Merrastone wanted with them, sacrifice.

Giovanni had indeed found monsters but in a different form then what he imagined.

So the war raged between themselves rather then against the humans. Oltre fought back bravely, killing many, but dogs invaded their ranks. But they soon allowed them too. Terrafall stayed hidden in their oasis, not doing anything but still and relax as others fought. And Merrastone welcomed humans into their rank, soon using them as alive sacrifices and even food. Soon the humans diminished, and Italy was left without a king or 100 men. All of them where not to Return to the city, so the meadow hidden between forests and mountains once again stayed hidden, for now.

Who will you choose? Oltre the Brave? Terrafall the Clever? Or Merrastone the Spiritual? This is Far Beyond Return....