The Lost Islands
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Your King
Asmodeus
Your Queen
Nyimara
The Second
None
The Herd
Name, Name, Name
The Sub-Herd
Name, Name, Name
Allies
Name (Land)
Enemies
Solomon (Cove)
The Rules
  • There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue.
  • We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc.
  • The King and Queen have final say in all matters.
Beyond the Doubtful


Now that he was not tense for the stallion to attack, Razvan could feel the weariness weighing down on his ragged body. Despite how rough he looked with his dirty coarse winter coat, tangled mane and tail and lack of weight, there was no comparison on how he felt on the inside. The painted stallion was sick or rather beyond sick; he was suffering. Healing was what he needed yet he had not stopped to let his body rest to let it heal. His travels from the Hills to the sands of the Dunes and then the swim to the Frozen Falls had nearly killed him. Upon finding Alexa though he had found renewed hope and had stayed there long enough with her to be able to let his body rest to make the swim back to Salem and to the Humid Hills. His announcement of departure had been unattended but Razvan didn’t care. The fact that Alexa was safe is his only care.

Encantador’s words fill his ears and pull Razvan back into reality. Indeed this stallion would suffice if he remained this calm and peaceful. The question upon his previous home allowed a sigh to escape his muzzle. “I lived in the Humid Hills” he answered simply. “Even if you had made the visit I probably would not have been there so no worries”

The offer of water and a more comfortable place perked Razvan’s attention. Before he gave a reply, Encantador turned away to lead him to where he had prompted them go. Razvan gave no protest but instead made his light colored hooves carry him after the other stallion. His steps were not the sure ones of a strong stallion but instead those of a weak one and it seemed if the wind blew hard enough it would push him off his feet. Razvan brought the idea of Alexa back to his mind and the pending presence of a young foal to give him strength to follow this hopefully soon to be friend.
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Stallion—Paint – 5 years – 15.3-- Blue Roan Tobiano with golden brown eyes
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