Date: Sat, 2 May 1998 20:11:05 EDT
Subject: Intro to Clip, NPC

  RPG:Disavowed

  There was a storm brewing-but it was not in the cloudless sky or the
  gentle breeze. The violence slapped the air like a physical thing but it
  was a righteous anger born of indignancy other than a force of nature.

  The Valley that had been home to the Unicorns as long as time told was
  held in a somber quiet. A Queen had just been born. And one would soon
  die. The cycle turned remorselessly through time. Ages of Light and
  Darkness chased one another through the annals of eternity. And only the
  Unicorn's song outlasted them.

  A song that was stilled. A joy that had dissipated in the onus of
  rebellion. In all of time there had been few Unicorns that had been
  disavowed. As today. In the center of the valley, underneath the emerald
  arch that served as a judiciary a young Unicorn stood alone within a
  circle of turned backs and flattened ears.

  Startled the young Equine pricked his ears forward and whinnied in
  alarm.
  The Alicorn that shimmered like pearl swung in a frightened arc as he
  twirled-body lithely turning. His nervouse golden zebraed legs trampled
  the grass as the white body trembled. The proud golden striped head was
  thrown back as another panicked cry erupted. In his distress he was
  breathtaklingly divine. There was no move made that was less than fluid,
  no tremble that did not reveal heart stopping grace.

  There was no answer from anywhere within the valley. The scream of the
  disavowed echoed mockingly on the silence.

  Then a change came over the young Stallion. His frenetic twitching
  stopped. The head lifted in a proud and defint angle. His stance became
  firm and motionless. His eyes darkened into anger at them all. That he
  would be sat and judged upon by even those that claimed to love him
  most-mother, sister, father. All joined against him.

  He would show them. He would not be scared into the place carved out for
  him. He would make his own life. He would leave the Valley.

  Disavowal was a haunted spectre threatened to all disobediant foals. His
  worst fear had come to pass and he still stood there. Alone yes-but
  living. Bent, not broken and still feircly proud.

  He was immortal, superior to the world he was about to enter. No Unicorn
  had left the valley save out of need, but why should they? The immortal
  had no desire for the ugliness of mortality. Not ever knowing what death
  was like-why would they approach those to whom death was inevitable. The
  Unicorn did not fear death he scorned it. He scorned all things driven
  and working under Death's hand. Mortals were not real. Unreal things
  cannot cause damage to those who were truly alive.

  With anonther cry, this one of defiance, the young Unicorn known as Clip
  left the only place he called home.