This is where you can find some tips on how to increase your roleplay level. On Kolotherein we mostly call it Advanced or Literate speak, though it is also called ''Horse Talk."

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Your fate is now in your hands, where do you wish to go? From here you can begin your legacy as a horse of Kolotherein.

The evening’s light shades bounce off the ivory clouds as the sun slowly begins to fade. The rich light of the day suddenly turns to pastel colors of pink, yellow, orange and purple. Variety of colors contrast against the grounds of the Light’s meeting land; here no one is submitted to a specific land, you’re free to roam where ever here and whenever. In this part of the land, it is best to come at night. Most equines come here to converse at the dawn of the day and the dusk of night, where the vibrant colors are the best and the warmth stays. Just remember; as a shooting star falls, make a wish.

Sand covers the grounds of this land that no one owns nor leads. No lake is near, yet the white sand takes over the darker, rich dirt that lies beneath it all. Here, horses that are Undecided and don’t belong to a herd nor wants to be, come here to talk and pass on gossip to one equine to another. Bramble covers the Earth’s grounds in this area, trees stand tall and mighty off to the west as one single tree leads to a vast forest. Shadows envelope you totally as you take on step into the forest. Creatures hunt in the shadows of this forest; be careful where you set your hoof, for that step might lead you into the hands of something else.

In the barren places of the Corrupt Empires horses are killers and hungry for the screams of the helpless others. Here, there are no leaders; horses come here just to roam and figure out what to do, either join one of the existing herds or start one or live here. Living here is a lonely place, yet filled with disgust and no manners from other beasts. Take in an eye full of this area and you’ll find nothing exiting. Trees are scarce as the ground is no longer filled with their once rich ingredients. Flowers no longer bloom in the spring or summer. Rocks jag out, reaching out to the skies from the ground, reaching up to the clouds, trying to catch your dreams, your faith. They’ve already caught your hope.