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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 Fate	The Politicians Harmonie Hollis Saphris Versace	The Warriors Emerson Ryvar Starling Vogue

The Trinkets Osmanthus Warg	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE None	The Offspring Islanzad� (Thranduil x Saphris) Karlach (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 4, 2025 at 03:15:25 AM by fate

Her mother's last wish was that she not return here. Not find herself among the Peak, the place that had haunted her memories. Haunted her lineage. Fate's blood ran through this place, through its history. A saga and a song longer than she knew, or could begin to know. Haunting memories she didn't have, and dreams she couldn't have known. Still, crossing the border, it's as if she's welcomed by forces far beyond her control. Her grandmother, her great grandmother. They had carved their names on eternity in this place. Fate would be the next in that long line, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Taking it in, all stark landscape and shale, sparse tree cover and biting air-- this is it.

This is where she's belonged from the start. It's only right that she's ended up here... but where is everyone else? Why did it seem the peaks and valleys had been abandoned, a silent tomb. Fate's cry is sharp, echoing through the desolation. Shattering it. A demand. She was coming to this ancestral home, and they had nothing with which to turn her away. High headed and wild eyed, Fate was home. Standing stark against the autumn gloom, a grey afternoon and an oncoming storm heralded her return.

I�m not like them
but I can pretend

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Where there is harmony, there is peace - By Harmonie November 7, 2025 at 12:07:51 PM

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Peak

The Prime Minister

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The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

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