Welcome to Broken Alliences, an intermediate to advanced bear, wolf, and tiger RPG.
Broken Alliences is a new site, recently created. We have a lot of new ideas, and would love for anyone to contribute. Everybody is welcome to join, as long as they are capable of 150 words per post. We have a friendly enviorment, lots of new updates, and hope that we become a success
About Broken Alliences:
Broken Alliences is set up in the arctic, homing timber wolves, arctic wolves, polar bears, white tigers, and siberian tigers, who have been at war with each other for quite some time now. For further detail, check out our Plot Board.
News:
At the moment, BA is dying due to inactive members. These members have been deleted. They are welcome to rejoin if they wish, but only if the swear to keep active. Users Ocean Orbs, Aaka, and Darkness have been deleted from this forum because of this. We are still looking for affiliates and new members. Also for good codes and such. Please, if you have any suggestions or ideas I am putting up a new board where all can post.
Current Season:
Winter
Mating Seasons:
Polar Bears: No
Wolves: Yes
Tigers: No
Birthing Seasons:
Polar Bears: No
Wolves: No
Tigers: Yes
Notice:
I can't stress enough to read the rules and have 150 words per post.
Clans/Packs:
Packs: None
Clans: Kaylar Clan
Upcoming Events:
I am about to put up a new board where everyone can post ideas and suggestions for the site. Please don't spam the board though! We have an advertising board that allows guest posting. We really need your help, peeps!
For thousands of years, wolves have dwelt in the hidden land of Aries, a secluded land long forgotten by the human race. Aries was home to many hundreds of wolves, growing fat off of the plentiful prey, and reproducing as quickly as flies. None of the creatures seemed to have a care in the world, for the Land of Aries was heaven upon Earth. Yet it had always been foretold that their fragile world would one day shatter, and so the time came of the Completion, the day the most powerful prophecy ever fantasized finally became reality. For years, many packs had come and gone, yet the two fiercest and largest of packs were the Egren and the Valgon Packs. The prophecy had predicted that the thin border of peace between the two packs would hence forth break, and all hell would set loose in the land of Aries.
A war, greater than any war ever known, was fought between the Egren and the Valgon wolves for many long moons. Aries was no longer heaven on Earth, but a wrathful place, dreaded by the fiercest of canines. Even as years passed by, the war never seemed to stop, and with each death of a wolf, more arose to take their place, all fighting with an equal strength.
But though the prophecy had finally come true, no wolf could understand what was next to come. Through the many years, parts of the prophecy had been left, forgotten, and with each bit that faded away, another piece of the puzzle went missing. There wasn’t a single soul that could hope to know what the future brought them; they only knew that there was something more.
As the war raged on, many were divided amongst the packs, fearful of them both, and not sure where their destinies would take them. These wolves became the Rebel Pack, fighting against both the Egren and the Valgon, in hopes of conquering them once and for all, and restore piece in the land of Aries, their beloved home.
Yet as strong as the Rebel Pack grew, they were no match for the strong warriors of the Egren and the Valgon, and they crumbled into oblivion. Their forces scattered, and were safe no more in Aries for they were hated by all of the inhabitants. The remains of the Rebel Pack trekked to a new land, a land where they could live in peace, without the constant memory of the Completion and the Great War, as they called it. But it was not meant to be.
The prophecy still seemed to haunt the former Rebel Pack. Every now in then, word would spread that there had been a dream, a dream that predicted what the missing parts of the prophecy had been, and suddenly everyone would feel a chill, rippling down their spines, but still, no one could piece it together. Everything seemed vague, haunting, almost, and even in their new home, the wolves still seemed to be in the midst of Aries.
And then, many years later, the answers were finally awakening, staring down each and every wolf, right in the eye. Each wolf was given a dream, each one telling them to return to the land of Aries, for the wolves that had remained were in desperate need of their help. But no one was prepared to leave their home, and help the wolves who had driven them out. They would not pay heed to their warning, or their brethrens’ desperate howls.
Time went by, and still, dreams followed the wolves, whispering words of wisdom, all instructing them to return to Aries, and help the others fight against an unknown force. And soon, the wolves again were divided in their belief, many persuaded by the mysterious haunts, and others wanting nothing to do with their past and Aries.
It was then when a force was formed, a team of wolves who had volunteered to travel back to Aries and settle the predicament once and for all. They called in the Mission of Truth, so that they may find out what truly had happened in the Great War, and what help was so urgently needed. Yet the plan back-fired. Many wolves had been against it, and fought the team until they were no more.
Now the troubles seem to have begun once more, for the dreams are fiercer and more persistent. More and more wolves are beginning to believe it is the right thing to return to Aries, and a second pack of wolves has slowly begun to form, in secret, hoping to stand a chance for wait awaited them in Aries. But their trouble starts before their quest begins. Still, wolves have their doubts, furious at this ‘Secret Pack’, and the pack is threatened that they will be demolished once and for all.
As the tension grows between the former Rebels, and the Secret Pack’s numbers grow, you must find your place amongst these wolves if you have any chance of survival. Will you fight back against the Secret Pack, or will you pay heed to Aries’ desperate howls?
The sky is red. It would be overdramatic to call it blood-red. It's the red of clouds covering the sky, all mixed colors to make a sickly reddish-orange, streaked with purple where the night shines through. A girl stands silhouetted on a rooftop. Her hair blows in the wind, and then she jumps, gracefully, over the edge. Before the glowing, half-melted pavement can break her fall - and her neck - she opens her arms. But they're not arms, they're wings, each one eight feet long, and they snap in the dry wind, and she soars out of sight into the hot clouds.
It's the end of the world as we know it. Demons have come from who knows where, and since there's no army of angels wielding flaming swords, this is probably not your usual Apocalypse... Most of the demons are benign, but some of them have gotten pretty nasty and think humans taste rather good. So there's that. On top of that, the humans have gone through some serious and sudden mutations to cope with the ever-harshening environment. Longer limbs, cat eyes, the ability to jump thirty feet between rooftops, even wings, have been seen. Several men with more bizarre Abilities founded a League to attempt to hold back the malignant demons while trying to figure out where the benign ones came from. They call themselves the League of Knights, or just the League. Anyone who passes the physical and mental examination can join, and they're helping the city. But with more demons appearing every day, there's only so much they can do.
PanicxHeart « Result #3 on Aug 13, 2008, 11:17pm »
--..Meyhem News Paper..-- +-May 30, 2015-+ Report is in that people from the ages 13 through 27 have gone missing throughout the town. About 36 people are now missing. A similar case appeared about 34 years ago where 28 people went missing within 2 weeks and then they were all found in their homes or thrown into alleyways, dead from overdosing on drugs, alcohol, suicide, and arguments with another, killing each other. So, the case that is now called Missing Lovelies has been abandoned. Now, they say it's happening all over again except it's only been a week and 28 have gone missing. Investigators are searching. We have actually found 2 dead, both because of a drug overdose. Missing Lovelies has been taken back out of it's box and researched again. The mayor has suggested a possible secret party that many are going to that could possibly be killing them since all 4 ways of the people dieing are very similar. More will be released soon. +
Yes, a party is correct but it's not in Meyhem. The Vampire Hunters know exactly what's going on. Another Vampire Party in the Vampire Castle. Vampires come to Meyhem and then take the humans, lead them into the castle, and trick them into thinking it's a party. Then, they sink their teeth into them, and put them back where they found them saying it was some other cause of death. Or, they just dump them on the island and let the investigators continuing investigating. Now, the party is bigger than ever before and still continuing. Why? It's because the vampires are sick of starving.
Onto The Streets « Result #5 on Jun 25, 2008, 6:29pm »
Onto the Streets
A few facts about us: [*]Active community [*]Semi-Literate and up [*]Friendly Members [*]Relatively new [*]Original, creative plot!
Plot
Enter Harlow, a pristine suburb set on a picturesque span of fertile land. The homes that line its well-maintained streets are large and modestly attractive. Harlow seems to be the typical thriving suburban neighborhood...but something is about to go very, very wrong. The dogs owned by Harlow residents are constantly at war with the stray dogs that seem to gravitate toward this beautiful town. The house dogs are fed up with the stray "scum" and want them out of their perfect lives, but the strays are happier than ever, living and thriving off of Harlow's garbage dumps and many small forests and lakes. Despite this, Harlow remains a peaceful city until one day people begin to vanish, one by one. And having to overlook their hatred for one another, these two canine factions must band together, under two fearless leaders, one from each side, to overcome the devastation and famine that plague the land in result of the humans' disappearance. Will the house pets be able to handle life on the streets, or will all crumble?
Information Here at Onto the Streets we don't force literacy, it is only semi-literate and up. We are a very active community in desperate need of more, active, friendly members. Onto the Streets staff expects you to obey them or be warned, and in the end banned if you do not. We also want you to make posts with something to reply to. Nothing like "He padded to the dumpster". You could definetly put more thought into that, as we expect you too. At Onto the Streets you have the choice of role playing a house dog or a street dog. You may have up to six characters per account and no more than one account per person. We also have characters that you can 'adopt' from the Pound.
Living In Everyone's Shadows .::Ad::. « Result #6 on Jun 13, 2008, 4:51pm »
Living in Everyone's Shadows Lies
Before the world had settled, long before anyone could remember, before the Big Bang happened, a meteor was said to hit Earth, and it had. It shook the world, and crack a piece of Earth off, the moon.
The moon had a sister piece, a twin piece that left the atmosphere, that hid itself from human life and evolved. Air, plants, trees, water, everything that life could need was there… It was where they evolved, though it happened much slower then life on earth, and very few things survived on this odd planet. The planet’s sun was a reflection that beamed off of another planet, and it seemed to go right through the ‘perfect’ planet, for there was no snow that covered the ground in most parts, unless season permitted.
It had average seasons, like its mother planet, Earth, winter, spring, summer, fall, repeat. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact there was only woodland and plain, no tundra, no desert, no beach, for after all it was a small planet.
As life began to form, four-legged creatures thrived, and deer began to swarm the area, they thrived. Fish filled the ponds, lakes, rivers, and streams; birds filled the skies, and wolves were born among the ruckus. As the world took shape and life formed, colors did as well.
It seemed as though the rainbow had blessed, one specie and, one specie only, the wolves. They had been multi-colored, colors that described their personality, though soon that changed and instead, it became a mixture of two variables, parents coat, and their personality.
Living in Everyone's Shadows is an intermediate to advanced wolf Role Play with an original plot and a nice adminastor that isn't just like a robot. Thought LIES is brand new, and still small, I (The admin) plan on trying to get friendly members to join to get the role-playing experience going.
The city of Lovelle had lain in ruins for years upon end. The small town in the middle of nowhere was nothing to the people of society; just a small deserted place that no one bothered to dispose of. The few people who did recognize the name of the town Lovelle thought it to be uninhabited, cleared of all living things. But this was not the case.
The last thing that had cleared itself out of the town was an illegal pit dog fighting arena, a place where lawbreakers went to battle their dogs till the death as a cruel sport. When the town was excavated, everything was taken, the supplies, the benches, the chairs, and even the roof covering of the small little place. But what wasn’t taken, were the dogs. Yes, the dogs seemed to be too old and injured for their wicked owners to worry about; they could always get new pit dogs, yes, yes.
So the dogs were abandoned with the rest of the town, confined in small metal cages, or chained up to a wooden post in the arena. If someone had been there, they might have helped the dogs, but that never happened. No one came back, and no one ever would.
Being fighting dogs, none of them were going to sit there helplessly and watch each other starve. These dogs would find a way out of the fate laid out before them. Many of them were able to knock their cages over, gnawed through the bars, or simply pulled the chain off of their post to escape. But others were not so lucky. Some never succeeded in fulfilling their escape plot, and died where their owners had last left them. Mind you, there were no friends to help them. In their previous way of living, they had no friends, of course. They were pit dogs, forced to fight another no matter who they were. You couldn’t risk having a friend you might end up killing.
Everyone had to start their lives over again. They had to learn how to make friends, and how to live without their peoples. And I never said it was easy. Lovelle then became the city of the dogs, though humans didn’t really know that.
Generations passed since the old pit dogs had been left, and new families started to erupt in every which way. Some families were brought up the same way as a regular pit dog: Kill, or be killed, while others seemed to have found their place as normal stray dogs. But there is never peace. Murders and wicked happenings are always passed along from throughout Lovelle, city of dogs, and the unstable dog haven had been collapsing.
Is it possible to create a peaceful land, where all can live without fear of one another, or will it always be a place where one will always fall…?
It all started with some mangy stray mutts. Lost they were until they were impounded, confined, caged... That is until one day three men entered the old pound. Hundreds of rows of dogs were everywhere. The men were dressed like any other person in the city, seemed like the ordinary- but that was only a disguise to bring down the suspicion. They were all a lab group, or science team. They purchased every single dog in the entire pound until every cell was vacant.
They took the dogs in vans. Each scientist acting as if they hadn't known the other. They sent in more of their workers to take three or four dogs with them each day, as if they were buying them for their own liking. All the dogs that were in the trucks and vans were rounded up and shipped to the team's lab. It was when they had completed getting every dog into pens did they begin their experiment. It was illegal, but even though they knew it was, they only did it for 'the greater good' of man kind. The whole reason for the experiment was to sharpen human senses; smell, sight, hearing, and to make them more stronger, faster, and quick witted. Their test subjects: Canines.
They began injecting chemicals and substances that seemed unknown to many into the dogs. Trying each and every thing. Though every time they failed, another canine dead... another lab-rat nobody cared for, a worthless mangy mutt. At least that's how they saw it. At the team's last attempt at the experiment, they failed. After that the team decided to shut it all down, they would not be able to return the surviving dogs to the pound. There were 50 total dogs that had been tested with the same substance, the same chemicals. The team had gathered them all together in a small chamber, and turned on their destructive machines. Clouds of gas had filled the room. This was to dispose of the dogs, once they breathed it in, they would suffocate to death.
All the canines had went unconscious- not dead like the crew had thought. When the procedure had been completed the heavy door was slide open, and workers filled the room to drag out the limp bodies. As they did, one by one each dog staggered to it's paws, foaming at the mouth. Each with sharp eye sight, hearing, strong sense of smell, and they were stronger, faster, and quick witted... Gas, it was the last thing that completed their evolution. The team had gotten what they wanted, but lost their workers. Each and everyone of them were brutally slaughtered by the jaws of a dog. The jaws of a reject, a reject they had created. Though with a drop of blood to add to the canines, it had made them more aggressive, territorial, and violent.
Later on after the Rejects, which is the name were dubbed with, sought shelter. All of them stayed in a group, though as the pack stuck together they began to realize things they could not withstand. One, being light. In faint rays of light they are fine, but by day they are blinded by then sun. Only in the shadows they walk, rarely do they venture out in daylight. Another defect is their hearing, it is extremely sharp and could hear you from miles away. Though if whistles or high pitch noises are heard, they go into fits. They don't keep to themselves when this happens either. It's more like a massacre. With these threatening canines around the packs have continuously been invaded. Innocent dogs have been slain without mercy, pups have been stolen, Fae's have been taken from the lack of their own, being misused for the dreaded packs own purpose. The Rejects have started to take prisoners, making Fae's slaves, ambushing packs...
Loved ones taken, friends and close ones murdered, pups arriving into a world of violence and malice, becoming corrupted.. It was all peaceful until the the experiments birth. It is anew for one, but it is the end for some. In order for the packs to save their lives will they have to fight back? Risk it all? Or will it be every dog for themselves? All the packs pride has had much damaged inflicted upon it already, will they fall before the malicious pack? Only you can choose their destiny now. Hope seems lost for all the packs against these power hungry canines. Though it has only just begun. Meet a match.. Meet your maker... it's a dog-eat-dog world out there now.
Plot For New Site « Result #10 on Apr 14, 2008, 6:03pm »
The city of Lovelle had lain in ruins for years upon end. The small town in the middle of nowhere was nothing to the people of society; just a small deserted place that no one bothered to dispose of. The few people who did recognize the name of the town Lovelle thought it to be uninhabited, cleared of all living things. But this was not the case.
The last thing that had cleared itself out of the town was an illegal pit dog fighting arena, a place where lawbreakers went to battle their dogs till the death as a cruel sport. When the town was excavated, everything was taken, the supplies, the benches, the chairs, and even the roof covering of the small little place. But what wasn’t taken, were the dogs. Yes, the dogs seemed to be too old and injured for their wicked owners to worry about; they could always get new pit dogs, yes, yes.
So the dogs were abandoned with the rest of the town, confined in small metal cages, or chained up to a wooden post in the arena. If someone had been there, they might have helped the dogs, but that was not the case. No one came back, and no one ever would.
Being fighting dogs, none of them were going to sit there helplessly and watch each other starve. These dogs would find a way out of the fate laid out before them. Many of them were able to knock their cages over, gnawed through the bars, or simply pulled the chain off of their post to escape. But others were not so lucky. Some never succeeded in fulfilling their escape plot, and died where their owners had last left them. Mind you, there were no friends to help them. In their previous way of living, they had no friends, of course. They were pit dogs, forced to fight another no matter who they were. You couldn’t risk having a friend you might end up killing.
Everyone had to start their lives over again. They had to learn how to make friends, and how to live without their peoples. And I never said it was easy. Lovelle then became the city of the dogs, though humans didn’t really know that.
Generations passed since the old pit dogs had been left, and new families started to erupt in every which way. Some families were brought up the same way as a regular pit dog: Kill, or be killed, while others seemed to have found their place as normal stray dogs. But there is never peace. Murders and wicked happenings are always passed along from throughout Lovelle, city of dogs, and the unstable dog haven had been collapsing.
Is it possible to create a peaceful land, where all can live without fear of one another, or will it always be a place where one will always fall…?
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