Post by nasuadaa on Dec 2, 2012 4:52:01 GMT -5
No one remembers how long the Er'Undi have lived here, no one remembers when we first came into existence. It is said that the mother of life, what the newcomers call a mountain, the Enysanali, gave us life. That she molded us from her rocks and her stone, from her tree's and her water. That is why we are part of nature, why we have been granted these gifts that we have. The first horse was given life from Enysanali's wind, and it was he mountain that breathed air into his lungs. His name was Serkim'etas, and he was the first horse, the spirit of the warrior, and it is in his name that we go to war.
War, against the newcomers, against these people of iron and of metal - war against these creatures that live off their own industry, who had forsaken their pact with nature. It is in his name that we light our fires and strike up our banners. In his name, that we march.
Set in the fantasy realm of Ilosia, the Er'Undi tribes are under threat from the invasion from a new group of horses that have set up camp right on their doorstep. The Kingdom of Arcaia is a place of industry and development, and have no respect for the Er'Undi's peaceful way of life.
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