In the shadows of two of the tallest peaks in the mountain range, rests the land known as the Forbidden Dale. The forested path that winds down out of the mountains is steep and treacherous to those who do not know it's dangers. The mountains meld into rolling foothills - filled with broad gentle slopes, long narrow ridges, and miniature valleys. Vegetation of all sorts is abundant and the runoff of all the surrounding hills funnels into a long, narrow lake in one of the largest valleys. Beyond the undulating and green foothills resides a dark and deep forest; the trees are so dense that it is dim even in the light of day.
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Hjarta unknown |
Skyfall Island unknown |
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July 10th - Melia and Rhaego are now co-owning the Dale after Melia has successfully defended their home in the Summit. April 5th - Updated herd list. If you see something wrong or changes to be made, please let me know. September 8th - The Dale has become a part of Beyond the Mountains. The geographical location has not changed in relation to Mist Meadows, but Rhaego will begin focusing his attentions on these new lands being discovered and less on Mist Meadows. The herd list has been cleared, but I will add back any herd members who rejoin here on Beyond. July 9th - Updated the board. Rhaego has an open post in the lake for this breeding season for anyone interested. Also welcome Bastille whom will be serving the Dale in return for a home for himself, Larka, and their daughter Valerian. Rhaego is actively working to return Aileen back to the Dale. December 7th - After unintentionally forfeiting his land about a year ago, Rhaego has gotten him land back! He will be working on re-establishing himself and the herd that he had. There's a little adjusting to do but Rhaego is back and more determined than ever! July 23rd - ACTIVITY CHECK! Just need to confirm who is in the herd and who is not, as well as the names of any foals born recently. Please respond before August 7th with the names of your characters who live here. Thank ya much! April 12th - With the warmer months and the growing season, Rhaego is focused on growing the herd and his bloodline. Foals are on the way - but they are not all Rhaego's.... wait, how'd that happen? January 24th - Rhaego has won the battle by default! January 13th - The Dale has been challenged for by a mare named, Apache. Rhaego has of course accepted and the battle is taking place now. November 16th - Rhaego has proclaimed his claim over the territory formerly owned by Reaper. The territory will become known as the Forbidden Dale. |
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Posted on April 26, 2015 at 08:09:27 PM by Rhaego
Rhaego had been finally taking a few moments to relax and graze this summer morning. After many excursions throughout his home in the foothills of the steep mountain range and also to the surrounding and distant lands of Mist Meadows, it was a pleasant relief. Of course Rhaego would never take these moments for granted, knowing that the duties of a herd leader were never through and due to recent events, he was well aware that he must not let his guard down. He was determined not to be caught unprepared by anyone.
The morning was damp and a heavy dew still clung to the grass and trees, but it was quickly warming up as the sun rose steadily higher and brighter in the sky. A light wind blew, toying with the stallions ebony and white-streaked mane and tail as he grazed in the sun. The light glinted over his slick copper-colored hide when he stepped forward, skin rolling over bulging and hardened muscles; yet it only takes a second for the stallion's relatively calm composure to vanish when the summer breeze brings to him an unfamiliar scent... and not one of a mare.
Raising his thick head sharply, Rhaego blinks across the land, eyes furrowed and scouring for any sign of an intruder. However the scent was not so strong that he believed the stranger to be deep within the Dale; instead they were likely still on the outskirts, probably still near the mountains and their rocky bases. Wise, he thought inwardly - if his assumption was indeed true. The heavily-built stallion pushed the thoughts of succulent and rich grass from his mind, setting off in a brisk ground-covering trot towards the borders of his land.
It is several minutes before the stout bay dun arrives within near enough to the waiting stallion to hear the words he called into the wind. Dark, broody eyes scour over the midnight-hued visitor and Rhaego pins his ears pin slightly. "Who are you to call for the King of the Dale?" Rhaego replies is a rough, gravelly voice - skeptical of how a stranger knew his name - and suspicious of perhaps what other knowledge the stranger may know. Having not introduced himself or admitted that he was indeed Rhaego, he wondered if the stranger would recognize him for who he was or if he would think that Rhaego was some other random stallion?
when you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
then you're the fool, I'm just as well
The morning was damp and a heavy dew still clung to the grass and trees, but it was quickly warming up as the sun rose steadily higher and brighter in the sky. A light wind blew, toying with the stallions ebony and white-streaked mane and tail as he grazed in the sun. The light glinted over his slick copper-colored hide when he stepped forward, skin rolling over bulging and hardened muscles; yet it only takes a second for the stallion's relatively calm composure to vanish when the summer breeze brings to him an unfamiliar scent... and not one of a mare.
Raising his thick head sharply, Rhaego blinks across the land, eyes furrowed and scouring for any sign of an intruder. However the scent was not so strong that he believed the stranger to be deep within the Dale; instead they were likely still on the outskirts, probably still near the mountains and their rocky bases. Wise, he thought inwardly - if his assumption was indeed true. The heavily-built stallion pushed the thoughts of succulent and rich grass from his mind, setting off in a brisk ground-covering trot towards the borders of his land.
It is several minutes before the stout bay dun arrives within near enough to the waiting stallion to hear the words he called into the wind. Dark, broody eyes scour over the midnight-hued visitor and Rhaego pins his ears pin slightly. "Who are you to call for the King of the Dale?" Rhaego replies is a rough, gravelly voice - skeptical of how a stranger knew his name - and suspicious of perhaps what other knowledge the stranger may know. Having not introduced himself or admitted that he was indeed Rhaego, he wondered if the stranger would recognize him for who he was or if he would think that Rhaego was some other random stallion?
when you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Replies:
- I left them all - By Black Nightmare April 26, 2015 at 10:40:48 PM
when you see my face - By Rhaego May 10, 2015 at 09:41:12 PM
They didn't want me with them because I was different - By Black Nightmare May 11, 2015 at 11:26:39 PM
when you see my face - By Rhaego July 30, 2015 at 04:00:32 AM
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I. You must respect your highers.
II. Alliances must be made face to face.
III. Bring questions to Rhaego or any of the highers.
IV. All stray mares will be claimed and forced to stay
unless otherwise noted or negotiated.
V. Most of all - have fun!