Post by enchant on Dec 30, 2006 12:42:57 GMT -5
The Plottage
Once long ago Zahaana was a peaceful terra, horses roamed freely and carefree, they didn't fight and didn't know war and hurt. The one day a dark black shire cursed Deadanver, came forth from hiding, he declared the land his. It was peaceful for a few more years until a sly cunning dark mustang shire stag came out from the shadows dubbed Anger.
This new younger horse declared this land his and would fight to the death to own the land. Deadanver challenged Anger to a battle which lasted several days, each horse loosing more and more blood. The first day they fought was the first blood spattered on the land, the first blood ever to touch the green grass. Where they first fought is now considered sacred, for many bodies have been slain there and many have died there. until the final day when both stags died, mean while the rest of the horses had been forming herds one following Deadanver, one following Anger and one following neither. The two herds of horses following the first horses who scattered the first blood, began to fight each other. The herd who followed Deadanver is called The Ghost Herd, the ones who followed Anger are called The Satan Herd, and the horses who follow neither are called Outcasts.
Neither herd has gained and neither herd has lost they are still fighting eachother here today, still trying to gain the land. Each herd following the foot steps of whom they chose to follow, will the suffering ever end? Will there ever be peace again?
Your Role
You have come across this land only to see fighting and dispare, hungar nad pain, untrustworthy horses and injured animals. You notice two animals fighting, both are malnurished and starving, both won't stop till the other is dea. Rushing in not able to fully know what you are doing you beak apart the two horses who glared at eachother and start at it again with you in the middle. You can feel your hide scraping off and blood running down your pistons. You close your eyes and hope it ends quickly. Then the fighting stops, you can hear labored breaths on either side of you, both horses are staring at you, the mare on your left snaps at you and pins her bloodstained thorns, the stag at your right stamps his forelegs and kicks out. You are hopeless, you think to your self why did I even come here? Then out of the shadows a small filly pricks her thorns and bobs her head, welcoming you. You stare at the afwul surroundings and wonder where to go, which side to pick, what path to follow, what will your future will be?
[/color][/color]Once long ago Zahaana was a peaceful terra, horses roamed freely and carefree, they didn't fight and didn't know war and hurt. The one day a dark black shire cursed Deadanver, came forth from hiding, he declared the land his. It was peaceful for a few more years until a sly cunning dark mustang shire stag came out from the shadows dubbed Anger.
This new younger horse declared this land his and would fight to the death to own the land. Deadanver challenged Anger to a battle which lasted several days, each horse loosing more and more blood. The first day they fought was the first blood spattered on the land, the first blood ever to touch the green grass. Where they first fought is now considered sacred, for many bodies have been slain there and many have died there. until the final day when both stags died, mean while the rest of the horses had been forming herds one following Deadanver, one following Anger and one following neither. The two herds of horses following the first horses who scattered the first blood, began to fight each other. The herd who followed Deadanver is called The Ghost Herd, the ones who followed Anger are called The Satan Herd, and the horses who follow neither are called Outcasts.
Neither herd has gained and neither herd has lost they are still fighting eachother here today, still trying to gain the land. Each herd following the foot steps of whom they chose to follow, will the suffering ever end? Will there ever be peace again?
Your Role
You have come across this land only to see fighting and dispare, hungar nad pain, untrustworthy horses and injured animals. You notice two animals fighting, both are malnurished and starving, both won't stop till the other is dea. Rushing in not able to fully know what you are doing you beak apart the two horses who glared at eachother and start at it again with you in the middle. You can feel your hide scraping off and blood running down your pistons. You close your eyes and hope it ends quickly. Then the fighting stops, you can hear labored breaths on either side of you, both horses are staring at you, the mare on your left snaps at you and pins her bloodstained thorns, the stag at your right stamps his forelegs and kicks out. You are hopeless, you think to your self why did I even come here? Then out of the shadows a small filly pricks her thorns and bobs her head, welcoming you. You stare at the afwul surroundings and wonder where to go, which side to pick, what path to follow, what will your future will be?
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