Post by in the NEGATIVE on Feb 16, 2009 21:40:16 GMT
January 1st, 2008 was a terrible day for mankind.
They all disappeared.
We, the horses, we do not know what it was that befell them. Some whisper it was a plague brought on by their own sciences, other claim it was the gods deciding that humans had officially tried their patience for the last time. We do not truly care. We had more important things to decide.
It has been thirty years since the fall of man, and the two Islands that make up our world--Azza and Kusheth, named for the first of our monarchs--have grown into two very separate beings. Azza, the dark island, is a maze of city blocks and skyscrapers, now sporting streets of grass with trees trying to grow where concrete once lay. The glass windows are almost all completely broken, and these city slick horses lurk in the alley ways like the sinister beings they are. Kusheth, the smaller island, is more open and wild, true nature with only a few buildings here and there. Here the horses live in somewhat peace with each other, and are typically lighter of heart.
Azza and Kusheth hate each other.
No one really remembers why or even how the war started, but after thirty years of blood and pain its a well known fact. The larger island seeks to conquer the other, and the horses of Kusheth would rather die than submit to the power hungry beasts across the narrow channel.
But now the Azzians sport a new General and an ambitious, power hungry King who has set his beady eyes on the smaller island. Armies are being gathered, and everywhere tension has mounted to an extreme. War is no longer a distant nightmare but a reality with a dire future for the light of heart. Will you come and watch this horror play itself out or will you sit on the sidelines in fear? Will you aid the small nation fighting to keep its freedom, or join the inevitable victors in their dark glory?
Only you can decide.
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They all disappeared.
We, the horses, we do not know what it was that befell them. Some whisper it was a plague brought on by their own sciences, other claim it was the gods deciding that humans had officially tried their patience for the last time. We do not truly care. We had more important things to decide.
It has been thirty years since the fall of man, and the two Islands that make up our world--Azza and Kusheth, named for the first of our monarchs--have grown into two very separate beings. Azza, the dark island, is a maze of city blocks and skyscrapers, now sporting streets of grass with trees trying to grow where concrete once lay. The glass windows are almost all completely broken, and these city slick horses lurk in the alley ways like the sinister beings they are. Kusheth, the smaller island, is more open and wild, true nature with only a few buildings here and there. Here the horses live in somewhat peace with each other, and are typically lighter of heart.
Azza and Kusheth hate each other.
No one really remembers why or even how the war started, but after thirty years of blood and pain its a well known fact. The larger island seeks to conquer the other, and the horses of Kusheth would rather die than submit to the power hungry beasts across the narrow channel.
But now the Azzians sport a new General and an ambitious, power hungry King who has set his beady eyes on the smaller island. Armies are being gathered, and everywhere tension has mounted to an extreme. War is no longer a distant nightmare but a reality with a dire future for the light of heart. Will you come and watch this horror play itself out or will you sit on the sidelines in fear? Will you aid the small nation fighting to keep its freedom, or join the inevitable victors in their dark glory?
Only you can decide.
NEW | SAME
inthenegative.freehostia.com
an intermediate - advanced equine role play