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Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Clarity

The Companions
Ge�ersiz	None	None

The Thinkers Bubbles Chenoa	The Politicians Harmonie Hollis Versace	The Warriors Starling

The Trinkets Osmanthus	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE None	The Offspring Ryvar (Khyber x Khar'pern)
Rules � The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. � Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. � All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say. � Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met. � You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.

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Posted on November 26, 2024 at 09:59:35 PM by G�NEŞLENMEK

G�neşlenmek

I'M DISTANT IN THOSE HOLLOW EYES

G�neşlenmek had originally been devastated by his relocation to the Peak. The loss of his home in Salem after finding it again had been a blow he had not considered. It was, of course, something that could be expected as a man who bartered in information. At first he had hoped to gather information on the Peak for when Rafe came for him. Time passed and G�neşlenmek remained exactly where he was. The mares were not unkind to him and reluctantly he found himself enjoying their company. Though since his son had left, G�neşlenmek found himself becoming lonelier as of late. He did not stray far from the little paradise he'd found among a cluster of small ponds; more like puddles really. His body was not as strong as it once was but he was far from decrepit if you asked him.

With a groan, G�neşlenmek hoisted himself off the hard ground, striking out a limb as an anchor. He shook off the bit of dirt and grass that clung to his golden coat. He took a few steps forward and dropped his head to drink a bit of water before his morning walk. It had become somewhat of a morning ritual for him to have a walk through the peak in the early hours. He often would stop and talk to some of the mares, at least the ones that liked him. It was clear that some of them merely tolerated his presence, and others he would be pleased to call his friends.

With a yawn he set off, his hooves clicking on the rocky ground beneath him. It was times like this he missed Savaş�ı most. It was on these early jaunts that he would tell his son of Salem, and of the Dunes where he was born and lived most of his early life. When he told these stories he could see the Dunes so clearly in his mind, and for one fleeting moment it was like he was there. When he was alone with his thoughts, it was not nearly as enjoyable. With no destination in mind, he continued his quiet adventure.

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules