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Post by lily on Sept 22, 2011 12:31:40 GMT -5
The Four Horse Lords.
It is said that there once were four horse lords, one horse for every corner of this world.
North, South, East and West.
Each horse regal for his or her league, each enchanted with a gift.
To foresee the future, To seek the past, To read the present and To twist to impending,
Each horse would use its so called gift to the best of their ability to create peace.
But long ago were they deceased. They line had stopped and the heirs gone. The powers weakened over time.
This is what was thought for many decade; years and months and weeks passed.
Years far too many to count.
Realism turned to rumours, rumours to myth and myth to Legend.
But now comes a time when the lords must unit once more.
A calling for those who once were royal has been sung.
Those who were not by means of the purest blood, but of heart.
They will come together as the mighty Raven shadow covers the world
In
Pain, horror, torture. A world that lacks all hope.
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