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.
The devil is in the details




With Dany’s return, a sort of tension seemed to have cropped up in the Desert. El Aran was aware of it, but not how it affected her or why it existed, and so she set it out of her mind as she drank at the oasis. Despite the drop in temperature all over the other islands, the heat from the sun in the Desert remained constant. It pleased the black mare that there was no snow, no cold on Salem. She had endured winter before and it had never been pleasant. She was born to roam the hot, gritty sands that blanketed the earth.

Roam she did, stepping away from the small pool of life-water and moving away from the shady haven. El Aran preferred to stand in the sun. As she walked, she heard an unfamiliar voice call out. No doubt the horse was looking for Encantador, but as the seer was already on the move, she decided to go investigate.

Locating the source of the call did not take long, and soon El Aran came upon a bay mare standing in the sands. "Hello," she greeted the stranger, coming to a stop a few feet away and extending her muzzle to exchange breaths with the other mare. "Can I help you?" she asked, drawing her head back to regard the newcomer with her dark eyes.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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