TIME OF THE EQUESTDORIANEquestdor is at the brink of war. There is no doubt. The elves, they know it. The Humans, they feel it. All the creatures of Equestdor quake beneath the weight of the impending, forbidden Prophesy. The Prophesy of the Equestdorian, messengers of the Gods, who come from all corners of the earth to defeat the Kingdom of Rebels and defend the Kingdoms of the Gods. It is a riotous prophesy, many have risen up and died for its words already. The world of Equestdor, however, still sits in wonderment. Who are the Kingdom of Rebels, and who are the Kingdoms of the Gods?
You see the vast lands unoccupied by civilized man, what kingdom of people could inhabit such a ravenous landscape but the Equenos. Each man, woman, and child must band close together here. Each man, and male child must know their sword and horse like another appendage. Each creature must fight and kill to survive the persecution and hardships. One such example is the King, more of a tribal lord really, of this country. Scullar, a rough and rather interesting character to come across, a banished king of Escorte and a banished General of Woseqa, was ambushed on his way to transfer his one and only daughter to her arranged husband, King Crystik of the Aramanthe. Little does the rest of the world know, both are legendary Equestdorians.
Aramanthe, forests and small fields with a mountain at their back, is a place of myth, lore, wonder, and bloodshed from the city of Elves. You would not think it now, under the reign of Crystik, but it has seen much civil war over the attack on the Equenos. Crystik now awaits his queen, his status as an Equestdorian still only a murmur of curiosity in his people, and his eyes are set fervently on the Wosequa. He seeks to undermine them, to stop the executions, to put an end to the misunderstanding of King Brane.
Woseqa, the lands of plenty, farmers and under the usual monarchy, the lot of them. Courts, Balls, Banquets, and festivals all underneath the king who never seems to sleep. King Brane, a rather smart yet trust-blind individual, is a man who seeks truth in what has happened in the past of his lineage. His search is only interrupted by the unlikely love of Asmeralda. She is the apple of his eyes, but it is no wonder that there is some connection between this land of fertility and the deserts that threaten to overcome it. Asmeralda, sweethearted young woman of the people's admiration, is the daughter of the very man the world loves to hate. Nasa of Escorte. He is set to execute Scullar and another some Equenos men, wanted for the betrayal of Woseqa. He wonders at this and the patterns of the history books make him curious of to what really happened that fateful day that the Equenos were banished.
Sands, Dunes, and Death. Escorte is a ravaged landscape, jealous of the greenery in Aramanthe, envious of the plenty growing in Woseqa, and lusting for the blood of the Equenos. Nothing is safe from its barreness and hunger for power. If the land itself isn't foreboding enough, it's former ruler is. Nasa, wraith king and bane of Equestdor, bears the ring that is key to all the suffering and torture in both his and other lands too. The world fears him, him and his adopted son Soar. He is behind the whole of the Equestdorian death sentence and even if he shall fall. Soar will rule with an equally as icy claw. Woseqa is the only country with even a shaky alliance here, but the Pirates watch him closely nonetheless. Now the Escorte kingdom is run by a group of greedy advisors who seek to squeeze every penny out of the peasants.
Pirates, bands of ruthless men and even women who never thought loyalty were something expendable. They ravage the seas and shores of Equestdor with their plundering and reckless. They are troublesome, but if you do find yourself on the pursuit, do not follow them into the sea. Like sirens of the waves rather than the shores, they coerce the brash and arrogant onto the waves and take what is brought to them. This is their home country, perhaps even more wild and unforgiving than the lands of the Equenos. The only reason they pause for now is their beloved, trusted even, Captain Ezra has been taken captive and it is far too far inland for them to be of real substantial use. Where they will ally themselves is up to fate and godly intervention. The question still stands. Who will the gods send them to?
Where do you stand in this final battle? With the band of brotherhood in the Equenos or the mysterious Aramanthe Elves? Or perhaps the brave and noble knights of Woseqa suit your tastes even more? Will you submit to the darkness of Escorte’s political turmoil or be a rowdy rangy pirate? Will you help the Equestdorians save Equestdor or will you defeat them? Even the smallest peasant can change the world in the
TIME OF THE EQUESTDORIAN.
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