Soy
Well, as Inwe said, we are currently holding auditions for the King positions... and we currently have no one auditioning. This site just got started; don't let it die. Dx. That would make us all cry. SOMEONE has to have the King position, and even if you don't think you're good enough, you probably are. Just make an audition post, and see what happens. x)
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Inwe
Well, The White Darkness is just getting off the ground. Auditions are being held for King positions, and lands are getting claimed. At present horses are allowed to roam wherever they wish, but once the kings are selected, they will be expected to go to the claiming grounds or ask permission to join a herd. Please help us by keeping active! Luff you all. xxx
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Season - Weather
Roleplay Season-- Spring
Roleplay Conditions-- The weather is rather overcast and there is a strong chance of showers, though the temperature is mild, if not warm. Mares in season-- Yes
Contests & Games Any member can post a contest or a game, s'long they have rules and such. x) A contest for the site [ex. banner contest] will be stickied; and probably posted by a staff member. There will be no prizes for a contest created just for the fun of it, unless you have an admin's permission.
Pictures (2 sub-boards) Whether you need a picture for your character, want to show off a sketch, or would like to set up a studio; this is the place to come. ^^ Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
Adoption If you no longer wish to play a certain character, but still want to see it in action, then you may put your character up for adoption on this board! Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
Tingle Creek This land escaped none of the torments that the abyss, overhanging sky had to offer. Constant flooding soiled the ground, while the harsh sun dried it all up, before it rained once again. Now it is a pitiful loam of slosh, drowing all equines' legs, making it a tiresome journey. But this Northern land is nothing compared to the southern realms of Ragnarok. Mares come here to be claimed. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
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The Stew You have never seen such a barren land. There is not a single piece of vegetation roaming about the thirsty terrain. Long, open plains sit wide and flat, the ground flint-snappingly hard. The sun and her unfathomable face are never blemished by the meandering clouds, forcing all who wish to fight here to endure the seething heat. Mares and stallions come here to battle. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
Sezlan Plains If at the end of the world Dreaver wept in the Lightland and howled in the Darkland, it bled in Sezlan. The vast, undulating plains of sweet grasses and meadow flowers were ripped asunder by monstrous convulsions far below the soil, and as the ground gave way to a gaping wound seething torrents of steam mixed with fat globes of redness somersaulted to the sky. Now the grass has regrown and Sezlan is as it was, save for the jagged fissure that splits it in two. Occasionally it belches steam, and far below a demonic rumbling can be heard.
Rhapsody Thicket Rhapsody Thicket is one of the few places left unharmed by the apocalyptic storm that swept through Dreaver. Nestled at the foot of a slope just beyond Moorwind Shores, the dense tangle of ivy-choked rhododendron intermingled with a few stout briar has changed little. Beneath the convulsion of intertwined branches the ground is soft with leafmould, and pleasant dapples chase each other in the shade. There is an overpowering aroma of honeysuckle, one that has been known to dull the senses and lull horses into a false sense of security.
Moorwind Shores The steel grey waves will never calm, crashing and rolling into the distance, and breaking o'er the coarse sands, when the tide is in, they will thrash against the rockface, crumbling the delicate black substance and making the cliffs ever more dangerous. There are various caves scattered along the coast, but none of them are reliable, if the rock collapses, any horse inside would be trapped or killed.The sea breeze makes this a cold place, and the air carries the strong fragrance of salt and birth, you can taste the first-breaths, and the faint luxuries of foreign lands. Mares come here to foal. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
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The Lightland
Bell Vayle The heel of Dreaver teeters upon the cusp of the ocean, diminished. Where once a sloping ribbon of red-gold sand stretched, and where two rocky buttresses of headland thrust out in a gaping embrace, there is nothing but water. Thrashing, foaming, shrieking water; it sweeps an undulating blanket over the little beach, and pounds tight fists into the ravine once abundant in vegetation. The cliffs are steadily being eroded by the tide that refuses to retreat; when occasionally the water does shrink back a little, monstrosities are revealed. Seaweed sprawls as thick as hair, strange fish lie with their sour bellies open to the gulls; and the rotting hulk of a huge, bizarre bird of metal and glass basks with its round nose buried in the sand and its flat, rigid wings thrust out upon either side. The Lights of Bell Vayle dwell at the mouth of the ravine where a short beach of shoal has formed, surrounded by twisted trees.
Vayle Sanctum (3 sub-boards) Scattered across the headland and surrounding the King's residence are the little strips of territory belonging to minor stallions. Any may dwell here, but beware - Bell Vayle is no longer a safe place to live, and often an unsuspecting horse will be swept into the ocean's merciless jaws. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
Frithen's Drift Between Bell Vayle and Ragnarok, the land dips into a bowl, shrouded by dead forest, the ground is scorched and there is very little to eat, among the burnt hollows of trees, not too deep into the foliage, there is a narrow river that leads towards the beach of Bell Vayle, neutrals may congregate here to drink, but beware, this river is too wide to cross, and the water is unpredictable. The essence of smoke still remains in this land, it clings to every remaining blade of grass and is almost suffocating, these are the burnt remains of Frithen's Drift.
The Grey Borders (3 sub-boards) Herein lies the claimable lands of the neutrals. Most are still covered with thick ash and dust, the dead reminants of what once used to be brilliant foliage. Some predict here is where a desert shall form under blistering sun, which relentlessly pounds the ash ridden earth. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
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The Darkland
Ragnarok The perishing lands slope away from the adjoining terrains and any who wish to reach the main segment of the dark realms must first find their way down the large, steep embankment. But even when you have reached the bottom of the slippery hill, be careful where you tread, for the loam is no more then a swamp, a quagmire torn apart from the ripping winds of a hurricane. No trees stand here any longer and nothing more than the caves etched into the great, central mountain offer any protection or getaway from the murky pools, which act as quick sand. Once you have fallen in you can struggle all you like...It will only make you sink faster. From atop the flat shelf around the peak of the Mountain, the Dark Lord can see all surrounding terra's. There is no escape.
The Shadow Realms (3 sub-boards) Surrounded Ragnarok on all sides rest the dark lands, tiresome and forboding, you must travel through these to reach the Dark Lord. But a warning to all darks, no trechery will be hidden from the King's eyes. He sees all. Moderators: ..!INZ.z , [ Bav™], s o y ღ, ƒωєє...♥, ♥ K A J i i K
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