Post by AVELLION admin on Jul 24, 2008 16:00:12 GMT -5
oh, the horses of avellion; the light, sensible "luce,"
undecided "rouge," and melancholy or snide and dark
"score;" had always lived in some sort of twisted peace,
the occasional squabble included. the alliances kept
within their boundaries and their terms, as they were
each so different but always fit into one of the categories:
luce, rouge, or score. so each alliance had their royalty and followers,
their leaders and their commonfolk. but even in
this orderly fashion, things can go wrong, words can slip
when you don't want them to. important things.
a dark force brewed on the borders, waiting to launch
turmoil. three equines, one from each alliance, go missing;
and when a group of their dearest admirers and family
sets out to find them, they return with spies who act
as if they are looking for a refuge. everybody in the group
and otherwise is fooled for a while. everyone but some
unknown traitor, likely hoping to share in the glory when
a mutinous leader plans to overthrow the lands. when there's
so much chaos, it's easy to get lost...
somebody is spilling the secrets- and the blood- of the
horses of avellion. an army, calling itself the rancor,
ready to supplant the current leaders. they're mindless killers
and all business when it comes to murder, yet with
complex personalities.
and when no one can trust anybody anymore,
how are avellion's last loyal horses supposed to work out
this battle of wits and brawn, and put an end to the
mysterious threat?
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