M U S E



.:. M.U.S.E .:.

Dare to be Different

Well, where to start? Muse strives to bring the feel and look of a fantasy
roleplay to an animal roleplay by combining an interesting setting with a story that will inspire writers and artists alike to want to make their mark on the pages of our collaborative work. We're offering you many toys to play with, wolves that can take on different shapes in their form, crystal like shards (shinies! O:) to give them powers, a story book setting to encourage you, a few muses to torture and tempt you, and a very social, welcoming community where you can feel quite at home. The only thing we ask is that you refrain from simply dreaming up your part of the story and chatting about it out of character. We find that roleplaying is the most fun when you simply let it happen. Surprises are always better when we don't expect them, right? So always be open to the new and unexpected things that you may encounter on your journey and hopefully we'll see you there!

The Story

Of course there is magic in the world, right? Everywhere you go, although it is not so clearly obvious as it might seem that it would be. Magic has it's ways of hiding itself. It is often found even in the unlikeliest of places, where one would not think to look. Magic is very clever, and if one chanced a glimpse at it, they were lucky. The wolves of Aurius Hollow were exactly as lucky, for after a few hundred years of living in the presence of hidden magic, they had awakened it.

Little had they known the great oak tree in their very midst had been harboring a powerful oracle. The centuries long duration of weather on the tree was evident, the branches worn and the leaves less captivating. The small force of an ordinary thunderstorm simply pushed the well marred barrier that was held on the magic over the edge. A large crack split down the side of the old tree, the bark splintering into irreplaceable pieces. The ancient relic deep at the heart of the tree no longer hidden in the expanse of the tree.

They say lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice? Within minutes, another spike of electricity fled the heavens, attacking the aged oracle. The force of the lightning shattered it into minuscule shards, hundreds of shards, too many to keep up with. The swarm of glinting pieces circled the gnarled tree where the oracle once was, shards of each and every color, each and every kind. The magic held within the relic was split between them, each piece only holding a sliver of the more powerful magic. A blue for water, red for fire, and so on.

Well past midnight, the dark of the sky confirming the time, the wolves would ordinarily have been soundly sleeping through the night if not for the cracks of thunder that were hard to ignore. Awakened, they swiftly congregated around the broken tree, eyes wide with confusion. The rift in balance of the sacred place caused the circling tornado of shards to lose their peaceful momentum, the pieces spiraling outwards in all directions. Wolves became targets. The shards having no direction hit a few of them, entering their bodies, their souls ... and transforming them

About

Muse is your not so run of the mill elementalish wolf roleplay, with a hint of simplicity. Why ish? Because sure, there's magic, odd things going on with your wolf, a group of Muses that the wolves look up to, all of that great imaginative stuff. However, out of character planning, plotting, history boards ETC is banned! Why? Because we know that surprises are better! Want to completely map out your character's life? Go write a novel, Muse is not the site for you. We're just normal people roleplaying the way it was meant to be, the way it all started.

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"I have been role-playing for nearly eleven years now, and I was astounded to find a site that has had so much thought put into it. Not only is the plot original, but the whole concept of role-playing is based around trust and the allocation of free will in terms of ability and power levels. Although I only just signed up, and I have not experienced the site from within, I would like to both congratulate and thank the creators of this RPG for bringing forth something that might not only survive long enough for me to establish a history for my character, but to simply keep my attention as well. I have great hopes that this will be a long lived, enjoyable experience, and I encourage any role-players to take a close
look at this site, because this is surely something that can not be passed
up."----Solace

M Y . L O N E S O M E

a canine pokemon role play!

The Lonely Lands had been aptly named: they were sparsely populated, to say the very least. They were tucked away from the rest of the world, hiding, it might seem, from all the noise and chaos of the far-away lands. For years and years, the Lonely Lands remained that way, untouched, save for a few quiet, lonesome Pokemon.

But it wouldn't remain that way. Slowly, very slowly, the Lonely Lands became more populated. At first it was just a slow trickle of hounds, but as time passed, more and more hounds came upon the lands.

They--the native hounds--may not know what caused it, but they do know what it means. They understand that with the newcomers there will be packs. There will be alliances, rivalries, wars, and famine. The Lonely Lands are a new frontier to be conquered. As new hounds continue to find their way here, they know that the Lonely Lands will become a stage for the performance of their lifetime.

From the tallest mountain in the Desolation Peaks to the deepest depth of the Raughe River, change is coming to the Lonely Lands, and it will be swift, brutal, and without mercy. Nothing here will ever be the same.

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My Lonesome is an intermediate-advanced Pokéhound roleplay with a flexible plot and plenty of cool features -- from encounters with the local humans and the ability to form packs of your very own (and then make allies or enemies with neighboring packs), to the chance to win rights to mutant hound characters or even non-hound Pokémon characters. The community is friendly and growing, and we'd love to have you become part of it!

Type of site;; Horse
Fantasy;; Yes
What sort;; Odd markings
Creatures allowed;; Only horses
Started;; 31st January
Active;; Yes
Admins;; Roca and Rapture
Positions open;; Staff and Royal positions to come
Why play here;; Because its active, new and fun. Its imaginative and the staff and members are warm and open. We would love you to come and play with us. The Bios don’t need accepting and if they are unaccepted, we will quickly notify you. Join while you can as lands are up for claim aswell as lone mares and stallions!


Our Story;;

50,000 years ago the humans roamed the earth. They drove around in cars and trucks. The pollution was stacking up. You couldn’t see the stars every night like we used to do before all that. Many used computers and killed the world single handed with the electricity. Horses were set free as many of them got free or the owners didn’t want them. Wandering the lonely path they made so many years ago, was now worn down. The humans died, but a couple still alive. They live on the streets, sometimes in buildings, but most are unstable. Stray dogs run around, so humans are frightened of the dogs attacking them. The cats wander the streets and up trees. The horses run along the planes. Attempting to find any land they can to claim. Fighting for lone mares and land is quite usual, then suddenly another blow caught the horses, a stupid human was building a timemachine, with such chemicals I cannot describe. It blew up. Changing the human and all the chemicals went into the air as a dangerous Chemical cloud. Birds dropped from the sky, they twitched on the floor. Alive, but changing. It spread around and towards the horses that fled as fast as they could and into caves or open buildings. The cloud passed, but they still fell onto the floor.

Five years later the horses felt the twinges. No-one bred but one Stallion and Mare, deeply in love bred. When the foal was born they saw the odd markings it held. Every horse came around the foal. Smiling at each other. They could breed now! Lots of foals were born in that year, the markings kept coming and the generations kept going. Lots of equines had daggers or lightning bolt or a sign somewhere on them. It showed their personality said one equine. It’s the future said one equine. It was getting harder and harder as many horses tried to figure out what the markings meant. It made lots of equines shiver with fright. Two years passed, the foals grew up and they claimed land and settled down. The grass was fairly long due to the chemical cloud. In those two years equines split from each other, going into alliances. Lights, were kind and light hearted. The Neutrals were kind and unkind. They couldn’t make up their mind and the Darks. The darks were cruel, and trechourous. They thought all these signs were showing the behaviour. So daggers meant killer. Rose meant betrayer and so fourth. Neutrals were alright as they were on both sides, but a quarrel against the Light and Darks happened about the Neutrals were on their side and that was when the Darks turned on them. The Lights turned on them. The Neutrals were stuck. Confused and angry. It was a time to never be forgotten…

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