Post by Winds of Change Caretakers on May 28, 2008 14:58:52 GMT -5
Just to clear things up, we are different than the other winds of change on this board. We've been around for much longer 
;D No worries.
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Name: Winds of Change
Difficulty: Advanced (1,000 words minimum example post, 500 words minimum normally.)
Species: Wild Horse RPG
Activity: Excellent (150+ members)
Plot:
A lone figure is silhouetted in the moonlight, facing the east. His name is Timeless, Emperor of Winds of Change, King of all that the light touched and Lord if his terra. He watches the sky, dark optics reflecting the pinpoints of light. No sound is heard; it is unearthly. A form appears from the foliage and come to stand beside him. It is Lapse, his Empress, Queen and Lady. Their orbs meet but not a sound is issued. Together they look up at the black velvet cover that hangs over them. A soft deep rumbling is emitted from the brute’s diaphragm, starting soft but growing with power. As they stare intently at the eastern ridge, the first ray peeps out from behind a distant mountain. The lord continues his song as the deep blue of the sky turns to a bright shade of red. The song slowly fades away and they look upon the burning orb, optics watching the fiery center. Then, turning to face the western end, their voices entwine in a song more beautiful than the first. Together they sing, lost in the power of the melody. When it stops, a rustling starts from behind them, growing louder and louder. The royals wait patiently and soon their patience is rewarded. One after another, the multitude of equines pours into the valley, gazes intent upon the pair on the rise. Not a nicker or call is heard. Soon the valley is filled to overflowing and all movement is stopped. The Lord steps forward then pauses. He looks down on the host, as if lost in thought. Suddenly he reaches into the air, daggers thrashing through the air. He calls to his herd, a short deep call, and they respond mightily. As one they too reach to the sky, answering his call. The lord lands back onto the sod and steps back to his Lady. Her soft nicker is heard throughout the valley and they all turn to leave. Soon not a flint is in sight and it is just the two royals again. Lapse turns and fades into the foliage. Timeless looks for a moment into the valley, where just minutes before had been filled with equines. Then he too fades into the darkness, leaving the valley silent and empty.
Yes, that was what it was like. Since the beginning of its time, Winds of Change was always a prosperous and happy land. Sure it had its share of troubles, but in the end everything was always sorted out and everyone went on living as they always did. But then something happened. The Immortals started disappearing. First was Jamboree, lord of the Drafts, who gave up his position for love and died soon after that. Then Lapse, lady of the lands, vanished and was never seen again. Finally Timeless, the last remaining Immortal and ruler of Winds of Change, bid goodbye to the mortals that he had so long ruled over. But he did not leave them without help. Three guardians were named, and told to look after the land the Immortals loved so dearly. And they did for a while. Inferno, Jagg, and Kahlua took care of Winds of Change to the best of their abilities. But then, Jagg retired from his position, saying that he would take it back up when not being so close to his family was as necessary as it was then. Kahlua soon died after he had done so. Inferno, Kahlua’s lord, fell completely apart with the death of his dearly beloved Kahlua and abandoned his duties. None of the three named a guardian to succeed and care for the lands while they took care of their own lives. And so Winds of Change has fallen into chaos, with no enforcement of the rules by anyone.
All types now mix together, normals, drafts, and minis all can reside on the same terrains. But because of the majority of equine types are normals, often the drafts and minis are kicked out of their homes, left to be wanderers and nomads. They dare not fight back, knowing that with so many of the normals living in Winds of Change, they would easily be killed. To add to this, more and more of the “darker” alliance of equines are finding homes in Winds, where they wreak havoc and spread chaos. Mares are stolen and fights over nothing occur. Mares of this dark type make mischief and add to the confusion in the herds. All round, Winds of Change is failing in its reputation of a happy and fair land. When will this end? No one knows, for only one who is strong can make a difference in this land of utter disorder.
Enter into the famous lands of Winds here and delve into the drama…
[/size]Difficulty: Advanced (1,000 words minimum example post, 500 words minimum normally.)
Species: Wild Horse RPG
Activity: Excellent (150+ members)
Plot:
A lone figure is silhouetted in the moonlight, facing the east. His name is Timeless, Emperor of Winds of Change, King of all that the light touched and Lord if his terra. He watches the sky, dark optics reflecting the pinpoints of light. No sound is heard; it is unearthly. A form appears from the foliage and come to stand beside him. It is Lapse, his Empress, Queen and Lady. Their orbs meet but not a sound is issued. Together they look up at the black velvet cover that hangs over them. A soft deep rumbling is emitted from the brute’s diaphragm, starting soft but growing with power. As they stare intently at the eastern ridge, the first ray peeps out from behind a distant mountain. The lord continues his song as the deep blue of the sky turns to a bright shade of red. The song slowly fades away and they look upon the burning orb, optics watching the fiery center. Then, turning to face the western end, their voices entwine in a song more beautiful than the first. Together they sing, lost in the power of the melody. When it stops, a rustling starts from behind them, growing louder and louder. The royals wait patiently and soon their patience is rewarded. One after another, the multitude of equines pours into the valley, gazes intent upon the pair on the rise. Not a nicker or call is heard. Soon the valley is filled to overflowing and all movement is stopped. The Lord steps forward then pauses. He looks down on the host, as if lost in thought. Suddenly he reaches into the air, daggers thrashing through the air. He calls to his herd, a short deep call, and they respond mightily. As one they too reach to the sky, answering his call. The lord lands back onto the sod and steps back to his Lady. Her soft nicker is heard throughout the valley and they all turn to leave. Soon not a flint is in sight and it is just the two royals again. Lapse turns and fades into the foliage. Timeless looks for a moment into the valley, where just minutes before had been filled with equines. Then he too fades into the darkness, leaving the valley silent and empty.
Yes, that was what it was like. Since the beginning of its time, Winds of Change was always a prosperous and happy land. Sure it had its share of troubles, but in the end everything was always sorted out and everyone went on living as they always did. But then something happened. The Immortals started disappearing. First was Jamboree, lord of the Drafts, who gave up his position for love and died soon after that. Then Lapse, lady of the lands, vanished and was never seen again. Finally Timeless, the last remaining Immortal and ruler of Winds of Change, bid goodbye to the mortals that he had so long ruled over. But he did not leave them without help. Three guardians were named, and told to look after the land the Immortals loved so dearly. And they did for a while. Inferno, Jagg, and Kahlua took care of Winds of Change to the best of their abilities. But then, Jagg retired from his position, saying that he would take it back up when not being so close to his family was as necessary as it was then. Kahlua soon died after he had done so. Inferno, Kahlua’s lord, fell completely apart with the death of his dearly beloved Kahlua and abandoned his duties. None of the three named a guardian to succeed and care for the lands while they took care of their own lives. And so Winds of Change has fallen into chaos, with no enforcement of the rules by anyone.
All types now mix together, normals, drafts, and minis all can reside on the same terrains. But because of the majority of equine types are normals, often the drafts and minis are kicked out of their homes, left to be wanderers and nomads. They dare not fight back, knowing that with so many of the normals living in Winds of Change, they would easily be killed. To add to this, more and more of the “darker” alliance of equines are finding homes in Winds, where they wreak havoc and spread chaos. Mares are stolen and fights over nothing occur. Mares of this dark type make mischief and add to the confusion in the herds. All round, Winds of Change is failing in its reputation of a happy and fair land. When will this end? No one knows, for only one who is strong can make a difference in this land of utter disorder.
Enter into the famous lands of Winds here and delve into the drama…