Post by immortal on Sept 8, 2007 19:03:55 GMT -5
*Name of Site: Elyon
*URL: z11.invisionfree.com/Elyon/index.php?
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Rating:PG13 - R
Activness: Low
Admin Contacts:Email: blue_angel43812@netzero.com
*Difficulty: Free Play
Creation Date: Sept 6th 2007
Time Setting: Past
Type of Animals Allowed: Horses only
Theme: wild horse rpg
Plot/Intro:
It all started with thirteen warrior stallions. Each stallion had a strength, more or less than another. But together they were stronger than any force. Alliance had no place in these lands, every equine was different. Beliefs, opinions and ideas were nothing alike. This land was Elyon.
Twelve stallions stood in an line, from weakest to strongest. The thirteenth stallion, a thick, black friesian stood above all. His eyes were the colour of fool's gold and his muscles were gruff. The king.. the leader of Elyon. Tall and stock, he led the warrior stallions across tough terrain to the battle grounds of Klarer. Klarer was a place where only the sick went. Sick, and demented, followers of nothing. And an army of fifty. The black stallion knew his army would conquer them easily and with speed. Klarer would be no more. He would make sure of this.
By time four hours, the war was nearly over and about thirty enemies have been brought dead. The Black was on his knees, panting. Infront of he, stood an army of Klarer's finest. War was on end. Perhaps?
"I'm not asking anymore, Sirg. Surrender now, or die." The black friesian winced, how did he know his name? He snarled, glaring up at the king of klarer. Leaping to his hooves, he lunged at the King. Their bodies collided and the war started again. While the King and the black Sirg were kicking, snarling and quarraling, their armies were being killed.
Sirg had won and the battle floor was tainted red with bodies lying limp. There was no sign of the twelve other stallions. Only jewels remained, one jewel of each. Sirg limped to the King's body and tore him free of his hide, taking each jewel and placing it into the bloody flesh. Picking up the four corners, he set for home.
Arriving days later, his herd gathered before him, curious. Dropping the bloody sack, the jewels spilled out and the black king fell to his knees. Then dropped to his side, passing on. Suddenly, the wind began to pick up and dirt swirled around the body of the Sirg, and then fell, leaving not a body of the horse but a small, magnificant black jewel.
Years later, the land of Elyon was changed. Most were against Sirg's violent nature and fell to a kinder, more peace-wanting alliance. The lights. The rest that were with Sirg and his doings, rebeled against the lights. Those be the darks.
So now...I'll leave you to your decision.
Intro Copyright to Elyon
*URL: z11.invisionfree.com/Elyon/index.php?
Mini Banner: i3.tinypic.com/6b9qs8w.jpg
*Is the RPGSS Banner Up? (Don‘t Lie!): Yes at the bottom of the forum in the marquee
Rating:PG13 - R
Activness: Low
Admin Contacts:Email: blue_angel43812@netzero.com
*Difficulty: Free Play
Creation Date: Sept 6th 2007
Time Setting: Past
Type of Animals Allowed: Horses only
Theme: wild horse rpg
Plot/Intro:
It all started with thirteen warrior stallions. Each stallion had a strength, more or less than another. But together they were stronger than any force. Alliance had no place in these lands, every equine was different. Beliefs, opinions and ideas were nothing alike. This land was Elyon.
Twelve stallions stood in an line, from weakest to strongest. The thirteenth stallion, a thick, black friesian stood above all. His eyes were the colour of fool's gold and his muscles were gruff. The king.. the leader of Elyon. Tall and stock, he led the warrior stallions across tough terrain to the battle grounds of Klarer. Klarer was a place where only the sick went. Sick, and demented, followers of nothing. And an army of fifty. The black stallion knew his army would conquer them easily and with speed. Klarer would be no more. He would make sure of this.
By time four hours, the war was nearly over and about thirty enemies have been brought dead. The Black was on his knees, panting. Infront of he, stood an army of Klarer's finest. War was on end. Perhaps?
"I'm not asking anymore, Sirg. Surrender now, or die." The black friesian winced, how did he know his name? He snarled, glaring up at the king of klarer. Leaping to his hooves, he lunged at the King. Their bodies collided and the war started again. While the King and the black Sirg were kicking, snarling and quarraling, their armies were being killed.
Sirg had won and the battle floor was tainted red with bodies lying limp. There was no sign of the twelve other stallions. Only jewels remained, one jewel of each. Sirg limped to the King's body and tore him free of his hide, taking each jewel and placing it into the bloody flesh. Picking up the four corners, he set for home.
Arriving days later, his herd gathered before him, curious. Dropping the bloody sack, the jewels spilled out and the black king fell to his knees. Then dropped to his side, passing on. Suddenly, the wind began to pick up and dirt swirled around the body of the Sirg, and then fell, leaving not a body of the horse but a small, magnificant black jewel.
Years later, the land of Elyon was changed. Most were against Sirg's violent nature and fell to a kinder, more peace-wanting alliance. The lights. The rest that were with Sirg and his doings, rebeled against the lights. Those be the darks.
So now...I'll leave you to your decision.
Intro Copyright to Elyon