Many years ago, there were humans that lived up on the peninsula of Cinder Hills. The land was named that for the fiery red colors it gained in the fall, when the leaves were turning delightful and beautiful warm colors. Amongst these humans were horses, horses that thought their freedom should be well known and they didn't deserve to be under the hand of man. Their wish was well answered when a plague swept through the land, killing off the humans that had owned them. The settlements of the humans crumbled, giving way to the grass and the trees to form a new place, a sanctuary, where horses could thrive and live as they pleased. Even the water of the ocean seemed to think this, and the land that was seperating the stretch of land from the main land was overcome, until only a sliver of it was left - just enough for travelers. Amongst themselves, the horses began to squabble, quickly breaking off into their own factions, their own alliances. Peace then flew along the land once more, providing a place for equines to come and live out their lives. The rest is up to you. Choose your alliance, and choose your own destiny.