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.

Melia and Rhaego
the royalty




Bastille
the righthand		 ---
her majesty




---
the advisor		 ---
the lady
The King's Children
Baylor
Ragnar
unnamed		 unnamed
Thara
Khalessi		 Savannah
Lixue


The Soldiers
--- --- ---


The Harem
Talien
Larka
Isemay		 Aileen
Lucille Daring
 Kitty
Shandy


The Children
Alaskan Amber
Desdén		 Amaretto Apollo


Foreign Relations
The Graves
unknown		 Sanctuary
unknown		 Hjarta
unknown		 Skyfall Island
unknown		 Paraíso
enemies


Local News
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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move your dead bones (rhaego)
Posted on May 10, 2015 at 04:00:23 PM by morte

Morte had found herself in a new land. It was strange being away from the only place you knew, but also exhilarating in a way. The young necromancer was unsure why this specific land had drawn her in but the vast landscapes of Mist Meadows had intrigued her. She was young and still had some growing up to do but Morte, at five years old, was already blossoming into a beautiful mare. She was dainty and elegant, sporting a slightly dished profile from her Arabian descent with thick rolling locks from her Andalusian side. Her legs were slender and strong with a good sized barrel. Her tail was set higher than and Andalusian's, but lower than a flowing banner of an Arabian. Her neck was arched and thick.

Her coat was a slightly greyed out black with speckles of cream and snow that started at the top of her neck and trailed down to end at the tip of her bright red tail. Her tail was matched by her equally red mane, and around her silver lavender eyes was a thick line of red. A cream coloured mask covered her face and her ears and double pronged rams' horns sprouted from just behind her ears. And there, hanging off the right horn hung a bird's skull.

She was definitely far from ordinary when you looked at her and the whispers of "dead worshipper" and "witch doctor freak" were all too common. Perhaps that's what necromancy was truly about but Morte had respect for the dead. Sure she was keen on raising an undead here or there but mostly because she was lonely. Not because she had some asinine thought that she was going to take over the world one dead horse at a time.

In fact Morte spent most of her abilities summoning spirits of the dead. She, for the most part, did not rouse their sleeping bodies from the dirt. She enjoyed conversing with the deceased, especially if it meant putting their still living family members at peace. It was nice to see a horse get closure.

All this thinking and not paying attention had led her to a craggy mountain side. Seemingly a dead end. But her eyesight was fairly keen and she squinted until she found a small beaten path. Perhaps it led to a ridge of some sort. Taking careful steps the mare ascended the rock until it peaked...and when right down again. With a sigh she realised she was stuck, there was no going back now.

One step. Two steps. And then she was sliding. Her hooves couldn't catch on anything and there she was sliding down the mountain side, tendrils whipped out behind her. She let out a little squeal of suprise and as she neared the bottom she pushed off the stone and leaped onto the grass. She landed rather...not so elegantly and lifted herself with a huff. Silver eyes turned upon where she had descended from and she frowned sourly. I guess she wasn't leaving any time soon. At least not until she figured out a better way to get up that.

Morte turned her attention back to the dale. Quivering nostrils alerted her to the presence of a stallion, mares, and even foals. This was a territory, it seemed. And she was trespassing. She snorted softly before letting a loose whinny into the area. Her tune was haunting like an estranged lover waiting for her soldier boy to return from the war, destined to wait for all eternity.
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