Fall of Equestria Roleplay Discord Group: Seeking New Members! · · 7:40am Oct 12th, 2020
A Slice of Life/Combat focused Roleplay universe. With darker themes and in some cases depressing scenarios. Not for the faint of heart but applicable for the serious role players here or the lewd ones.
Really it’s a toss up on which you feel like delving into. Feel free to ask questions about the universe.
There is an entire section of the group dedicated to teaching and training roleplayers as well as erotic roleplayers for those interested.
Looking for members that can be active. Not lurkers. No lurkers please.
Something to note is that we are looking for those willing to DM or Gm in some cases. So if you or anyone you know can do this I would greatly appreciate it.
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Story: Set thirty years after the fall of Equestria, The Crystal Empire, and the Zebra Nation of Timbuktu, creating the Caribou Regime. The Regime is in its own a global power house thanks in no small part to the riches gained by the Regime from their conquests. Yet there is small hope in the small factions whom seek to free themselves.
The Resistance has gained alliances with the Crocodiles of the Hayseed Swamp, the Hyenas of Timbuktu, the Dragons of the Badlands, Various Changeling Hives, and strangest of all, the Undead of the South Pole. Led by Princess Flurry Heart, Sunburst, and Starlight Glimmer, the Resistance works to free themselves though its an uphill battle.
Which side will you choose? Help the Caribou or join the charge for freedom?
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Introductions to the Server!
Smoke billowed out of the smoke stacks of the approaching steam and primitive fueled engines of the Iron Clads that the Caribou had developed after their latest attempt to cross the Western Ocean to reach the other side of the world and gain a foothold on "The Spire" an ancient structure that pushed up out of the ocean and seemed to be connected to something far below it. They were met with heavy resistance and their Galleons were sent fleeing back to Equestria as Magic laced Ballista and Gromgar Iron, a previously unknown process of Iron Makeup punched gaping holes in the otherwise stable naval ships. In response iron had been implemented into the structure as well as increased weapon barriers. Upon the deck there sat over twenty 30 mm Hard Bore Cannons with special spiral shelled cannon balls meant for penetrating power. The engines belched out clouds of sky darkening smoke as rudders churned water into the inside of the ships to keep them cooled. Only two were in existence, "Glorious Conquest" and "Mare Maker" both of which were crewed by only the most suicidal of Caribou and stallions. Both lumbering behemoths were surrounded by a fleet of thirty now obsolete Equestrian Galleons and Airships as they chugged into port and made Berth.
The night began as spectacularly as one would expect under Dann's Rule as the stars slowly shown in the sky and the NEW constellations birthed by his mind and his Council were exposed for all to see. The Kneeling Sisters, the Cowering Cowardly Mare, the Cock Sucking Slut, there and at least a hundred new star charts had been drawn up since his brutal take over of Equestria and the other lands of his continent. The barracks were lined with chained mares taken from the local population as well as from all across Equestria and the Crystal Empire in preparation. A steady clap caught the Commander's attention as a beam of moonlight streaked across the sky and impacted the ground behind him. Sitting upon the very throne which had once been the two sisters own, was none other then Dainn. The Caribou leaning back as both of his personal pets were chained at his sides with gags and blindfolds over their faces before he smiled towards his loyal Country Men. He leaned back before cutting off the transition via moonlight before standing and throwing off his robe to shift as several crystal tubes plunged into sockets embedded into his back that connected to collars around both princesses. In the absence of Luna he had taken it upon himself to Dream Walk, filling the heads of mares with dreams of servitude, the heads of stallions with those of control, and all dissidents with endless nightmare. Though as he steps into the dream realm he notes that there appears to be a bubble of some kind around the former home of the Caribou as well as several locations across the would. More enemies to crush and reap more reputation for the Caribou King, his goal of Godhood was so close to his grasp he could almost taste it.
The King nodded his head before the illusion cut off and Dusk was allowed to go about his deeds, even as more ships came into make birth and disgorge troops, though one caught his eyes as it was a listing Airship that looked to have been attacked by a flock of Razor Winds. Razor Winds were Manta Ray like creatures that lived in the sub orbital levels of the planet and usually kept to themselves. They were covered in thick blades that could only be blunted by Dragon Scales and deflected in the same way. They tore through all other armor and timber with ease to invade the belly of ships and feast on the crew at their leisure. The Ship slowly came to a stop as it hovered over the city and its crew was allowed to make a break, it was barely still in the sky and it was more of a death trap to the as it was to any one else. This scene would play out only once as the town was used to return supplies to ships before sending them on a seemingly never ending crusade against the world. Some stallions and bucks went months without seeing a mare, making them that much more dangerous. Though one ship was unaccounted for, a small patrol of three Heavy Galleons meant to scout out the Komodo Islands and report back. They were a day late and none of the other ships had reported seeing them on their patrols. Dainn had issued an order to cease all search, they were not man enough to survive and as such were labeled as failures who died at sea. There was only a handful of ways one could get out of service, a debilitating wound, dying, retiring, or changing. The second seemed to be the most to occur, the sea was no longer as tame as it had been since the conquest of Equestria. It had become a savage place where only the bravest survived. As Lunar could see bioluminescent lights shone from below one of the farther Galleons before jaws as titanic and wide as the very island that the Caribou hailed from opened wide and swallowed three ships at the same time.
These creatures were known only in folk lore, but now they were a common sight in the deep North and South. Leviathans had returned in the wake of Dainn, him neutering the Princesses left the world ripe for their and many other ancient creatures return. The world was much more dangerous with wild Hydras and Timberwolves now spreading to Equestria's other forests and attacking caravans. Tis a monsterous time in the world to be alive, but this just emboldened the males to fight on harder, a challenging world was much more fun to conquer then a submissive one. Though the dream ways Dainn prepared a message which was then sent out to each and every commander within the Holy Caribou Army. Be it Navy, Foot Sloggers, or even the dreaded Soul Scars, the Caribou Special Forces which drove fear even into their allies for their brutal and rather heartless tactics against others. A single controlling message sent to every corner of the Caribou Empire held Territory.
"My Sons of the Hoof, this is your Lord Dainn, Crusher of Puss, Destroyer of Lives, Breaker of Immortals, Bane of the Alicorns, Defiler of Innocence, Crusher of Dreams, Unmaker of Harmony, Lord of Three Realms, Herald of Male Supremacy, and Leader of the Holy Caribou Empire. I have sent for each and every one of my Sons to return from their campaigns of Subjugation to journey to Canterlot Mountain, the land around its base having been cleared of all pointless nature for a most glorious goal. I have need of your strong arms for a most glorious campaign of conquest and control much like we did with Equestria. Come my Sons, come to find your Destiny."
The message played over and over within the dozens of Caribou held cities across Equestria and the Crystal Empire as well as the few scattered bastions in Zebraconia and even the forces in the South Pole. The voice of the Ultimate Male boomed across the minds of every Caribou and stallion whom sat near either a radio or a magical receiver. The call had been sent to all, and all would answer, for their King called them to his side. Caribou and stallions abandoned their work in the North against the Yaks, in the South against the Saddle Arabians, in the West against the Empire of the Rising Sun and their Dragon God Emperor, and the East against the prepared invasion of Epona, a land only recently discovered by the Caribou in the few remaining Equestria books that hadn't been burnt during massive Fires. Already Caribou and Stallions were streaming in towards Canterlot from all directions under the call of their King, all but the South Pole as they were personally tasked with looking after the vast fortress and preparing it for them to retake their old home once more.
If I may ask are you ever gonna finish your stories?
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I am working on the next chapter actually, I've been swamp by work the last two years but Covid has given me the chance to start working on it again.
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Nice guess all that waiting is finally gonna pay off!
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I am hoping it won't take too long to get the next chapter out but I am having to re-read what I planned to do with the thing.
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Looking forward to it!