Alma the mother of the earth made this world. Most of it she turned into great grass plains, which was not a flat place, but green with rolling hills like and old mares back. It is covered in greencorn, haycorn and wild oats, knee high, so that when the winds stir, billiowing, it looked like a mares winter voat blowing. That is by some call it Almas Back. It was not the truth for the mother-of-all was not the world, but the maker of it.

With a stamp of her hoof she made the Summers Sea, running shallow and warm even in the winter time. With a little dig of her other heel, she raised the Gryphon Mountains upon its Northern Shore. Raning North from there the dark Pan Woods, tangeled and close, where only blue-bodied goatlings roamed. Somewhere North-East of there, lay the Smoking Hills, where the red dragons denned and due Noth acrossed the Plain lay the Hallow Hills sacred place to the children-of-the-moon.

So please join us in our quest of life. Wether you are a Wyvren, Gryphon, Unicorn, Renegade(horse) or other mythical creature.