Lost Intentions
Site Owner Butterfly
Level of Players All
Opened 2001 [new ownership 2006]
Rating PG-13
Lost Intentions is a wild equine RPG. In this RPG you can pick two paths to go, one go down the normal path of a wild horse. Or go down the oppiste path and join the stallion rebels and refuse to be a charm for a stallion. Give the stallions a give of your mind when they enter the rebel land.

Shadow Mountains
Site Owner Tailchaser
Level of Players All
Opened July 23th 2006
Rating PG-13
It has been many years since the last inhabitant of Shadow Mountains left; since the last inhabitant passed away. Many years now separate the kingdom once so proud with bodies both light and dark. The vastness of time now holds away the memories of the last kings, of the harlots and the tyrants. A world lost in time, left to grow without a word of disturbance... just imagine the possibilities. What once was a land of power, unity and division, strength and fragmented allies, is now a land of ghosts. The area left, the horses departed, the wolves far past dead. It is nothing more than a forgotten realm whose long lost memories have been swept to the winds and scattered across the vastness of the oceans. Hardly even the deer revisit such a land forsaken and left to fall under Mother Nature's cruel hand. For no one trusts the lands that fell time and time again. But of course, wouldn't you notice, that always another king would rise to the throne; another wanderer would take the scepter; and another group of possibilities would rise to the great challenge once more. Now like the chapters written and rewritten time and time again, a new era, a new leadership, and a new group of followers, promisers, dreamers, demanders, seekers and all the rest, have come upon the lands of Shadow Mountains once more. Like the storms of the past, they come like the rain, to replenish the earth with a crack of thunder and a streak of lightning, to retake their rightful place in the kingdom so many times before, was lost to the spooks of the mist and wind.

Silent Valley
Site Owner Moogles
Level of Players Intermediate/Advanced
Opened August 5th 2004
Rating PG
Few ponder the creation, but many seek truth and purpose in their existence. In this journey to reveal what is hidden, many come across an ancient tale that is about to become more than myth and legend. It is said, long before the lands were designated kingdoms there roamed one beast, one king. Little is known of his story, and his existence and truth is a mystery unto its own. It is believed amongst the Order and its followers, that this being possessed and weilded a power so tremendous that his mortal flesh could not contain it. In the patterns born into his skin the Weave ran like the blood within his veins. He was a god to his children, and remained so even when he passed away from the mortal realms. All who exist today have some faint trace of his blood giving them life. In the tombs of our ancestors the name consistently arises; V'aldrik Zynthair. He is the One King, the Shadow, and our god. He is the source of our power and our will. Through his will the Order is given grace to manipulate the Weave. But that power is never our own, and many have sought to claim it as such, to no avail. This is core of our religion, our following. But beyond the priests of this order, there is a legend. The legend is often forgotten, believed to be only a myth. No prophecy has ever guided us towards this tale. A tale that speaks of the Called. The Called are those drawn to the powers of a distant land none can see. Through rigorous tests and dangerous countings, the successful will be accepted amongst Zynthair as students of his power. They will learn of their own Will, and be given grace to weild its force on thought and practice. Of course... no prophecy, no omen, no foretelling has ever guided us nor given us truth of this legend. Not until now.