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 Gods contend in vain




El Aran snorted. It might have been a laugh, but the black mare rarely uttered such a sound. "The heat cannot be conquered," she said. "But one can adapt to it, and learn to live with it." She glanced at Sova as the young mare came forward to walk beside her.

Home, the girl said. El Aran considered the term as they walked, watching the sand shift under her weight. There was so much meaning behind the word. To the desert mare, it meant hot wind and a blazing sun, and the crowd of the herd against her. It meant terror in the night combined with the false notion of safety in numbers. It meant grief, but it also meant strength. Home was a myriad of things to El Aran, and the fat, content state of the Lost Islands was not it. She wondered what meaning it held for Sova, a native of the islands. "Do you have other family here?" she asked.

Across the sand they traveled until finally El Aran led her dark companion away from the sea and further inland. The air around them was dry and the sun hot, but it did not take long to arrive in the new land of their territory. The seer halted and flicked an ear at Sova, curious what the girl would think of the addition to their home.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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