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  05/01/2021

Updates
April 10, 2021: Here even the waterfalls hold both magic and secrets in them. Are you brave enough to explore?

Our first multi-event plot has begun with a pretty amazing prize up for grabs at the end of it. We've also launched a quick one reply event to run along side it for those who prefer a faster event with a raffle prize. All characters may participate in both events. Click the links on the right to check out the events!

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March 13, 2021: Our first event for our official open is underway as well as the first round of tribe leader auditions! Check out the links to the right for more information. All IC events will close on April 13th at 11:59pm EST.

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Feb. 12, 2021: The weather seems to leave behind some strange things....

Welcome to our first round of IC Events! Each board has its own event and all characters are welcome to post to all of them! However for this round each character may only claim a single event for +1 EXP. Each event has the option to roll for other bonuses (or negative effects). If you want a chance roll please make sure to list Roll please! at the end of your post. The events are listed below!

-> Deadly Meadows, Lightning Plains, Thunder Tundra, City of Amber & Hidden Paradise <-

All events will close Feb. 26th so be sure to get your reponses in! If you have any questions just ping us on the ask-staff channel on Discord!

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Jan. 29, 2021: The sun (or is it suns?) have sunk through the cosmos to sit near the atmosphere of this world. Even when the day sinks below the horizon there is little salvation from the heat. The only respite can be found in belly-deep (or bottom-deep) in the seas or in the caves sprinkled across all the lands. The nights are balmy at best and each night there seems a deeper shade of madness settling over the horses here.

The demonics have started to feel themselves tiring faster, and faster, in the daytime. The celestials rejoice as kaleidoscope colors of solar flares paint the noon clouds rose golds, purples, and a blue dark enough to be a bruise.

But the real danger of this endless heat is the rain that falls where spring rain might have once (in another dimension made less of dreamstuff). Here the rain is not made of water but of embers so hot that they might look like snow falling out of season. They burn out quickly the moment they fall to the ground and perhaps, if nothing else, there is a blessing in that. Even a fleeting pain is still pain.
Featured Events
    Water Deep Enough to Drown
        – Something has drawn you here to the upwards-rushing waterfall.
    In Water There Lives Yet The Echo
        – There is a strange object lying in wait at the bottom of the wellsprings pool...
    Tribe Leader Auditions
        – Does your character have what it takes?
Updates
April 4, 2021: Six eggs have been hidden throughout the site. If you find them all, you could earn a prize! Read more here!

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March 31, 2021: We have added some new bonuses to our Tribe Leader auditions! Your character will earn +1 EXP just for applying and then if they're picked for leader, they will earn an additional +10 EXP. We'd love to have your character try out, so go check out the auditions thread (linked above)!

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March 13, 2021: As of today, Khiyaal is officially open! We have a few things in store for you all, so make sure to check out the links to the right as well as the "World News" tab for some IC events. The advertising contest and IC events will all close by April 13th at 11:59pm EST. Welcome everyone and we're so excited to have you here!

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March 4, 2021: Our official layout is now live thanks to Cryptic-Widow! We hope you all enjoy it <3 Please take a look around and let us know what you think, as well as if you find any bugs/glitches. If you do find anything that needs some attention, feel free to post here or in our Discord server in the #ask-staff channel.

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Feb. 23, 2021: Just a small update to let you all know we have extended the deadline for the current IC events. Now you all have until March 5th to make your reply/replies! Links to the events can be found in the IC news section to the right or on our Discord server in the IC news channel.

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Feb. 4, 2021: Hello all! We are nearing one week since opening for this soft open and we're glad you all have enjoyed the content so far <3

The Staff team have decided to utilize this time as a true beta test, so we would love to get some more constructive feedback to help develop the site further. Read more about this here.

We've also decided to do a small bit of advertising to gather more "beta testers", so feel free to advertise on DA if you would like to spread the word about us. (See our advertisement here)

(Also…. we're looking to shake things up a bit, so stay tuned for some surprises!)

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Jan. 29, 2021: Welcome to our soft open of Khiyaal! We are so excited to have you all here at last <3 Our current layout is temporary until our official one is finished by March, so stay tuned for more updates on that and our official opening! For now, feel free to read through everything and start working on your characters and plots.

Currently we have Culture creation open and we are accepting applications for our Creative Team. If you spot any bugs or have any questions at all, feel free to reach out to the Staff!
Featured Events
    Creative Team Applications
        – Love writing and brainstorming sitewide events? Apply for our Creative Team!
    Beta Testing Feedback Wanted!
        – Looking to hear more on ease of joining/understanding the content, lore, bugs/typos and etc.

Important site updates, open auditions, request threads and supplemental information can be found here.

More: Culture Lore, Update Requests, Redemptions
THE CELESTIALS – by nestle
04-07-2021, 10:10 PM
Important site updates, open auditions, request threads and supplemental information can be found here.

More: Culture Lore, Update Requests, Redemptions
THE CELESTIALS – by nestle
04-07-2021, 10:10 PM
Submit character applications for Staff approval within this board. Please make sure to read the guidebook and ensure all profile requirements are met before posting a thread.

More: Accepted, Inactive
Calyndar – by nestle
04-15-2021, 10:47 AM
Submit character applications for Staff approval within this board. Please make sure to read the guidebook and ensure all profile requirements are met before posting a thread.

More: Accepted, Inactive
Calyndar – by nestle
04-15-2021, 10:47 AM
This is the place for everything character related such as character logs, plot threads and adopts.

More: Logs, Plots, Adopts
the skald // edda – by Edda
04-15-2021, 06:49 PM
This is the place for everything character related such as character logs, plot threads and adopts.

More: Logs, Plots, Adopts
the skald // edda – by Edda
04-15-2021, 06:49 PM
A general board for introductions, art and more.

More: Introductions, Absences
Oh hi! – by Lauren
01-31-2021, 09:13 AM
A general board for introductions, art and more.

More: Introductions, Absences
Oh hi! – by Lauren
01-31-2021, 09:13 AM
If you'd like to advertise your own RPG or are linking back to one of our advertisements, post here. Any inappropriate/overly mature content will be removed immediately. Password is: advertise
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If you'd like to advertise your own RPG or are linking back to one of our advertisements, post here. Any inappropriate/overly mature content will be removed immediately. Password is: advertise
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All old/inactive threads from various boards can be found here.

More: OOC, Common Lands, North, East, South, West
into our first world, sha... – by Heron
04-13-2021, 04:26 PM
All old/inactive threads from various boards can be found here.

More: OOC, Common Lands, North, East, South, West
into our first world, sha... – by Heron
04-13-2021, 04:26 PM

If there is any land that looks like a stronghold in this wild world it is these meadows. Around the forests and meadows there are mountains sharp as swords at their peaks. They tower like protectors keeping the sea far, far from this bright world. But perhaps, if a horse turns their head at the right angle, it becomes apparent that the mountains might be protecting the world from the possibility of the foliage here spreading like a sickness.

There are few things in this place that are not as deadly as they are beautiful. A royal blue poppy might blind and a cluster of pines might shed shards of glass instead of needles and pine cones. The fragrant perfume of a rose might ensnare and the pollen carried by a sparrow and a bumblebee might carry poison instead of life or seed. For those clever enough to harness the dangers of this place, it is a utopia of war instead of beauty. The effects of flower and pine always wear off after some time but surely any amount of agony is enough to breed caution.

The herds of animals that scatter through this palace are as strange and beautiful as the foliage. If they have horns that are made out of gemstones and metals. Their tails are roots and weeds that keep the flies from their hides. Their eyes are nothing less than small suns caught in their gazes that seem to endlessly look up, up, up. Sometimes it seems that they do not notice the horses moving among them. It is enough of a reason for even the most courageous of horses to turn the other way when a herd of not-elk come lumbering through the hills.
If there is any land that looks like a stronghold in this wild world it is these meadows. Around the forests and meadows there are mountains sharp as swords at their peaks. They tower like protectors keeping the sea far, far from this bright world. But perhaps, if a horse turns their head at the right angle, it becomes apparent that the mountains might be protecting the world from the possibility of the foliage here spreading like a sickness.

There are few things in this place that are not as deadly as they are beautiful. A royal blue poppy might blind and a cluster of pines might shed shards of glass instead of needles and pine cones. The fragrant perfume of a rose might ensnare and the pollen carried by a sparrow and a bumblebee might carry poison instead of life or seed. For those clever enough to harness the dangers of this place, it is a utopia of war instead of beauty. The effects of flower and pine always wear off after some time but surely any amount of agony is enough to breed caution.

The herds of animals that scatter through this palace are as strange and beautiful as the foliage. If they have horns that are made out of gemstones and metals. Their tails are roots and weeds that keep the flies from their hides. Their eyes are nothing less than small suns caught in their gazes that seem to endlessly look up, up, up. Sometimes it seems that they do not notice the horses moving among them. It is enough of a reason for even the most courageous of horses to turn the other way when a herd of not-elk come lumbering through the hills.

Tall grasses spread across the endless flatness of this land. In some places they are high enough to hide the horses who wander through, desperate to find some cover from the weather and predators of this world. Sometimes, when the wind howls through the not-quite-barren land, the wheat-stalks seem to sing against their siblings in a song that sounds a little like birdsong. The world becomes so alive with the beautiful and haunting melody that it seems impossible not to see eyes watching from the thick grasses on the horizon.

Trees are scattered throughout the plains like lone sentinels guarding this land from the dangerous waiting just beyond the horizon. Each tree is a different species: to the west there is a willow, the east has a cypress, the north a majesty palm, and the south has a towering birch white as bone. They are seemingly harmless at first look, nothing more than giants waiting to protect the horses calling this place home. But like all things in this world nothing is ever as it seems.

Each day, for a single hour, the skies here gather with dark clouds and begin to roar like lions. Lighting spiders between the clouds and when it does strike the earth, it is always to one of the sentinel trees. However, the trees never burn, never crack, never seem as if they have been hit with lighting at all. And those that watch the storms roll through might start to wonder if those four trees are trees at all.
pinned down by the dark; – by Acton
04-15-2021, 04:45 PM
Tall grasses spread across the endless flatness of this land. In some places they are high enough to hide the horses who wander through, desperate to find some cover from the weather and predators of this world. Sometimes, when the wind howls through the not-quite-barren land, the wheat-stalks seem to sing against their siblings in a song that sounds a little like birdsong. The world becomes so alive with the beautiful and haunting melody that it seems impossible not to see eyes watching from the thick grasses on the horizon.

Trees are scattered throughout the plains like lone sentinels guarding this land from the dangerous waiting just beyond the horizon. Each tree is a different species: to the west there is a willow, the east has a cypress, the north a majesty palm, and the south has a towering birch white as bone. They are seemingly harmless at first look, nothing more than giants waiting to protect the horses calling this place home. But like all things in this world nothing is ever as it seems.

Each day, for a single hour, the skies here gather with dark clouds and begin to roar like lions. Lighting spiders between the clouds and when it does strike the earth, it is always to one of the sentinel trees. However, the trees never burn, never crack, never seem as if they have been hit with lighting at all. And those that watch the storms roll through might start to wonder if those four trees are trees at all.
pinned down by the dark; – by Acton
04-15-2021, 04:45 PM

Even the fire rains cannot penetrate this cold land of winter and lights. In the eternal night the sky is bright with rainbows of aurora. The colors are constantly changing. Beneath the stars and moonlight the world is an icy masterpiece. The trees are coated with ice that's inches thick. All the leaves are so frozen that when the winds blow they fall and shatter like glass.

Everything here is bitterly beautiful and you can almost forget that it's a cold that kills. But it's when the auroras turn to green that the time to run has come.

When the sky turns to green, the thunder snows blow in on blistering winds. The lightning shatters forests into snow-dust, and cracks the lakes open like an earthquake. The snow turns to icy bullets that can tear through horseflesh and shatter bones.

It's wise to run and run fast. Perhaps towards the cavern that has been whispered about?

Down, the stories say to go down. Past the rocks and the river that twists upon itself there is a cavern that is dark and looming and hidden by a strange, steaming mist. There (or so the whispers go) is a jungle hidden beneath the ice. An oasis from the thunder snows.
when the birds scream and... – by Warset
54 minutes ago
Even the fire rains cannot penetrate this cold land of winter and lights. In the eternal night the sky is bright with rainbows of aurora. The colors are constantly changing. Beneath the stars and moonlight the world is an icy masterpiece. The trees are coated with ice that's inches thick. All the leaves are so frozen that when the winds blow they fall and shatter like glass.

Everything here is bitterly beautiful and you can almost forget that it's a cold that kills. But it's when the auroras turn to green that the time to run has come.

When the sky turns to green, the thunder snows blow in on blistering winds. The lightning shatters forests into snow-dust, and cracks the lakes open like an earthquake. The snow turns to icy bullets that can tear through horseflesh and shatter bones.

It's wise to run and run fast. Perhaps towards the cavern that has been whispered about?

Down, the stories say to go down. Past the rocks and the river that twists upon itself there is a cavern that is dark and looming and hidden by a strange, steaming mist. There (or so the whispers go) is a jungle hidden beneath the ice. An oasis from the thunder snows.
when the birds scream and... – by Warset
54 minutes ago

Here there are no trees from which the amber towers and church-yards have leaked. It is strange perhaps how the amber has turned itself into buildings from which caught lions and insects blink forlorn out of. But also perhaps it is fitting in a place such as this that the horses might walk through an archway of carved out amber and press a gentle goodbye to a bird caught there.

The city streets here are made of ore that echo like drums as the crowds of horses pass over. They wind over each other like roots that twist between the amber buildings. If there is a map to navigate this world, it has been lost in some world outside this one. There are castles carved out in amber in the four corners of this place (an ode perhaps to a dimension that was spit out into this one?). Those brave enough might find themselves exploring the hallways and the throne-rooms for secrets waiting to be found.

Even the air does not move as it should here. It lingers in the doorways of the amber castles like a specter of life instead of a storm. There is a weight to it, an essence felt more than seen, that belies the quiet hush of this world. And when it bares down in the midday heat, it is hard to deny that perhaps something, or someone, is coming.
prayers for a vacant god – by Morrighan
04-12-2021, 01:19 AM
Here there are no trees from which the amber towers and church-yards have leaked. It is strange perhaps how the amber has turned itself into buildings from which caught lions and insects blink forlorn out of. But also perhaps it is fitting in a place such as this that the horses might walk through an archway of carved out amber and press a gentle goodbye to a bird caught there.

The city streets here are made of ore that echo like drums as the crowds of horses pass over. They wind over each other like roots that twist between the amber buildings. If there is a map to navigate this world, it has been lost in some world outside this one. There are castles carved out in amber in the four corners of this place (an ode perhaps to a dimension that was spit out into this one?). Those brave enough might find themselves exploring the hallways and the throne-rooms for secrets waiting to be found.

Even the air does not move as it should here. It lingers in the doorways of the amber castles like a specter of life instead of a storm. There is a weight to it, an essence felt more than seen, that belies the quiet hush of this world. And when it bares down in the midday heat, it is hard to deny that perhaps something, or someone, is coming.
prayers for a vacant god – by Morrighan
04-12-2021, 01:19 AM

At first glance, this place is a utopia of flowers so bright that their colors have no name in the language of horses. They grow as thick and plush as the bluegrasses that wave in the wind and never seem to wilt no matter the heat, or cold, or time passed. Each holds a secret in their petals, but that mystery is left to the horses brave enough to swallow them to discover. It is rumored that one flower turns paradise to hell and one grows wings.

There is a forest in the middle of this land through which a crystalline river flows. The water is bright as a full moon and full of fish that are just as colorful as the plush wildflowers. The pools of fish gather briefly in the eddies caught in oak roots but always seem to swim downstream towards a pond thick with watercress and tadpoles. The water never looks deep but the muck in the bottom of the pond is littered with bones as strange as the fish and flowers.

Beauty always seems to hide something, doesn’t it? But maybe the secret lies in the bottom of the lake and in the marrow of a monster long lost to this strange place. For those brave enough to dive into the pond, there waits an entire city of silver star-blood and water-worms that wave in the currents like flowers.
[feast of fortune] about ... – by Acton
Yesterday, 05:15 PM
At first glance, this place is a utopia of flowers so bright that their colors have no name in the language of horses. They grow as thick and plush as the bluegrasses that wave in the wind and never seem to wilt no matter the heat, or cold, or time passed. Each holds a secret in their petals, but that mystery is left to the horses brave enough to swallow them to discover. It is rumored that one flower turns paradise to hell and one grows wings.

There is a forest in the middle of this land through which a crystalline river flows. The water is bright as a full moon and full of fish that are just as colorful as the plush wildflowers. The pools of fish gather briefly in the eddies caught in oak roots but always seem to swim downstream towards a pond thick with watercress and tadpoles. The water never looks deep but the muck in the bottom of the pond is littered with bones as strange as the fish and flowers.

Beauty always seems to hide something, doesn’t it? But maybe the secret lies in the bottom of the lake and in the marrow of a monster long lost to this strange place. For those brave enough to dive into the pond, there waits an entire city of silver star-blood and water-worms that wave in the currents like flowers.
[feast of fortune] about ... – by Acton
Yesterday, 05:15 PM

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