Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register. Sept 2, 2010, 4:28pm
Temperatures boil and the sun in never ending. Rain is rare even in the most gloomy parts of the island. Summer is here and everything is dry and heat struck. Popular watering locations are drying out and leaving panic for must wandering figures.
Season: Summer Foaling: no Last Updated: 8/31/2010 Next change: 9/14/2010
07 AUGUST 2010 ; whooot new skin! thanks nym! I'll probably be reopening Eden for alittle bit this week so keep an eye out for it 8D
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Most of the horses on Cimoron Island associate the Northern side of the island with simple things like the creation of life, birth, and death, with the foaling and breeding lands closer to the Eastern side, and the meadows where the dead are located is placed as far North as it can go.
The Eastern side of the island is one of the places better known to be friendlier to the homeless than the other areas. Places like calm fields where homeless mares can rest, and rocky, treacherous cliffs have been discovered where all the young males who have no herd or home make their claim. There is even a land for herds without lands to make their own claim without the hassle of flying the flag of a certain alliance.
Where the earth meets the sea is what is more popularly known as the Southern tip of the roaming lands. This is where neutral wetlands like beaches, coves and coral reefs can be found.
Adjacent to the tropical Southern area is the West side which is where pretty much every other land is located. Lands like the infamous crater, icy fortress, mountains, forests, lakes and rivers.
The massive movement of the tectonic plates brought up a small chain of islands off the coast of Cimoron. They were once above the surface many years before the comet hit the island, but many do not remember about their existence. They are now protruding the water and the vegetation once mute of life is now flourishing, and fast. The large mouth of a cave can be seen in the center of the island from even miles away.
Hidden in a vastly secluded place is the forest of Eden, a land lost by the unobservant eyes of the rampant many, forgotten by the minds of old. Thick forest cover and tall brambles make travel slow and cumbersome, deterring most travelers. The reward for patience is to look upon a bleach white chapel, old and decrepit on the outside, curiosity warrants a look inside.
Scored out of the island's rocky heart, this craggy bowl has been hidden by dark forests and steep hills for years. But now the Judges --the powerful horses who own the domain-- have exposed their bloody Arena and their battle-trained slaves to the inhabitants of Cimoron and invite them to show their strength in one of its two stone coliseums.
With the disappearance of the King, the Light alliance must challenge itself to overcome their curse of instability and hope that the Queen will be a more permanent head of the alliance than its most recent fleeting leaders. Underestimating the new monarchy would be a mistake. Sugar may be welcoming to those who wish to strengthen the alliance but any who plot against it will earn an untimely end.
Like the true King of scavenger birds, a new face on the island has finally rid the Loner Throne of death and murder. All rotting corpses have been cleared from the road allowing a refreshing flow of ideas and air. Though a stranger to the oddities of Cimoron Island, to underestimate the black horse King could prove destructive. Betrayal to the Alliance is a personal betrayal to the King, he will not take espionage lightly, nor will he tolerate those who view the Alliance as weak, by no means is the marginally peaceful Loner Alliance one to mess with. After all, in the face of war, the Loner Alliance has come out as top dogs once, and it does not seem like a daunting task should the new King have to lead his alliance to victory once more.
The smoke has cleared and the ash has blown away with summer’s refreshing air. The Darks are to rise from their self dug graves and walk the island in boisterous joy with the rise of new reign. The air is clean from the epidemic of desolation and the alliance is to be refurbished. The Darks will prosper again and this time, the power will not be tossed around like every winter’s snow. The frozen king has rose and his sculpture will gleam under the appraising sun. Seemingly the most tolerant of the alliances, the Darks have a bad habit of welcoming all into their fold: the clinically insane, morally oblivious, physically deformed, not to mention the sick slew of lazy pretenders. With the throne wrestled from the inadequate and inactive hands of previous handlers, a new king is bent on freezing out the last of these.