Post by brownhorse on Jan 3, 2009 4:17:41 GMT
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In the beginning, time was not marked. Land was never tainted by the presence of a single human footprint. Animals ruled all the lands. Unwritten, but known laws abounded. They lived in groups - herds, packs, colonies - divided by species, then by breed types. All lived like this. It was the law. So it comes as no suprise to learn that the initial herd - just a few equines - followed the unwritten laws.
It was the beginning of time for the equine species. The small group of equines had grown large enough to settle their own land. Time was running out. Fall was ending - winter fast approaching. The herd had to find a permanent residence soon. Nightfall was coming when the lead mare stumbled through the last trees of a forest. When she stopped, so did the rest of the herd, and they quickly discovered why.
The land. This was the land. It was untouched, covered in snow. No foot prints ran through it's clean splendor. It's purity was breathtaking. A name was given to the land of the equines. Candor - for it's purity and cleanliness. No one had ever touched this land before.
The herd settled. Grew. The miniscule herd was now large, too large. A unanimous agreement finally split the herds into herds of the same type. The feeling of large family, and the unity was still there, despite being seperated into four units - each going to a respective direction, north or south or east or west. Because that feeling remained, the herds were willing to help one another when times of need arose. Over the years, however, the feeling dissapated, along with resources.
This is the land of Candor today. The Clans help only their members. The feeling of family is gone. Loyalty is no longer to the entire equine race, but to your own clan. Only the strongest survive. They make their own destiny, and follow their own plans. Bettering the equine race is no longer the universal goal -living your own plan is. There are the rare instances in the equine history of some of the four different directional clans making treaties, but they did not last long. They eventually reverted to each for his own.
Welcome to the journey.
Welcome to Candor.
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In the beginning, time was not marked. Land was never tainted by the presence of a single human footprint. Animals ruled all the lands. Unwritten, but known laws abounded. They lived in groups - herds, packs, colonies - divided by species, then by breed types. All lived like this. It was the law. So it comes as no suprise to learn that the initial herd - just a few equines - followed the unwritten laws.
It was the beginning of time for the equine species. The small group of equines had grown large enough to settle their own land. Time was running out. Fall was ending - winter fast approaching. The herd had to find a permanent residence soon. Nightfall was coming when the lead mare stumbled through the last trees of a forest. When she stopped, so did the rest of the herd, and they quickly discovered why.
The land. This was the land. It was untouched, covered in snow. No foot prints ran through it's clean splendor. It's purity was breathtaking. A name was given to the land of the equines. Candor - for it's purity and cleanliness. No one had ever touched this land before.
The herd settled. Grew. The miniscule herd was now large, too large. A unanimous agreement finally split the herds into herds of the same type. The feeling of large family, and the unity was still there, despite being seperated into four units - each going to a respective direction, north or south or east or west. Because that feeling remained, the herds were willing to help one another when times of need arose. Over the years, however, the feeling dissapated, along with resources.
This is the land of Candor today. The Clans help only their members. The feeling of family is gone. Loyalty is no longer to the entire equine race, but to your own clan. Only the strongest survive. They make their own destiny, and follow their own plans. Bettering the equine race is no longer the universal goal -living your own plan is. There are the rare instances in the equine history of some of the four different directional clans making treaties, but they did not last long. They eventually reverted to each for his own.
Welcome to the journey.
Welcome to Candor.
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<img src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z302/baylee9396/Graphics/CoCcopy.jpg" width=100 height=30 border=0 alt="Do you Dare?"></a>
A horse RPG !