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| Current Season: Spring Breeding: Yes Foals born: None The days are warm and breezy on the coast, with cool, restful nights. Sunny with a few clouds, and there are very few, if any, rains or storms. Farther inland, the days are cooler, with the nights becoming almost chilly. Spring rains come every few days and last for a day or so before moving on, giving the ground a good soaking. Trees are beginning to bud out and there are new, tender shoots of grass on the rise in many of the territories.
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Demonic Plains This wide, flat, barren land is on the verge of infertile, with only the stalky remains of dried shrubs breaking the dry, dust laden breeze. With no water to speak of, the stalky remains of life are not fit to eat, only marginally more nutritious than the scattered bones of horses and creatures also once isolated and lost in the Demonic Plains. |
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Cactus Creek A creek surrounded by prickly cacti does not seem like paradise but this is the most fertile terra in these lands. The creek is hard to reach and many have been speared trying to get to the water. Only the bravest, stubbornest souls make it through. |
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Vulture Peak Vulture Peak is a tall mountain where vultures rule supreme. Those who die here do not receive a proper burial, instead, they are ripped to pieces and help satisfy the endless hunger of the vultures. Scavengers only, as long as one is alive, there is nothing to fear from the hundreds of silent vultures looming ominously over the peak. |
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Moonlit Forest Oddly named, the dense vegetation allows no light to reach the lower levels of the canopy, casting the sodden earth into constant, surreal darkness. Dappled light may be seen only in the brightest part of the day, at noon, enabling movement as fast as a slow, careful canter. Movement at other times is hindered by the dark, and jutting roots of seemingly moving trees. The glowing orbs of owls eyes seem to follow your every move, challenging the depth of your reasoning. |
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Shifting Sands Eventually, the forest soil becomes sandy and thin, and the trees become fewer and farther between. The heat increases drastically, until finally nothing remains but scorching sun and huge reddish gold sand dunes that seem to reach toward the sky forever. What is on the other side of the Sands, no one knows, for no horse has ever survived any journey through the merciless desert. This place earns its name from the relentless wind that is constantly blowing the sand about, making the dunes seem to move all on their own. |
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