Post by Fable Town on Aug 20, 2006 20:26:13 GMT -5
Squirreled away deep in remote wilderness of upstate New York is the sequestered lair known as "The Farm" . It is a home for those unfortunate members of the fables community who do not posses human apperance, and hence stand out like a black sheep amongst the flock of the mundy world.
To protect this pack, as well as keep the secret of all the Fables, these few are pigeonholed away to the Farm.
As the Fables have roosted in the area since 1640, they have had centuries to buy many square miles of land. The farm contains very spacious countryside, with grassy fields, forrests, lakes , valleys as well as the a portion of the Addirondak mountains.
The lions share of the populace rests in the village. The central warren for Farm-bound Fables, burrows of all shapes and sizes are built in a whimsical mismatch of decor, looking much like the fairy tale habitats of the Homelands.
The Farm is protected by the most powerful protective spells the Fable magicians could conjure up. These enchantments keep the attention of the outside mundy world safely away.
Through this magic the cat-like curiosity of the humans are directed avoid the area. No person without knowledge of the farm may enter, as they would be simply buffaloed away, or sent off chasing red herrings, seemingly of their own free will.
The area is essentiall a "blind spot" . Planes do not pass overhead, Sattelites do not gaze upon it with a birds eye view, and through the protective glamor, no mundy ever asks questions about it.
As paradisical and carefree as the Farm may seem, certain animosities and displeasure begin to slither through the denziens of the Farm. There are those who feel caged like rabbits, no matter how large the lands of the Farm.. Forbidden to leave due to their non-human appearances, the many centuries begin to badger their patience. As such a growing stress has developed between the Farm Fables and the city Fables, who are free to roam the world as they wish. Some of the friendlier Farm creatures lionize the city fables, while the discontents no longer submit to their lemming like acceptance of their confinement.
Are these unhappy Fables merely making a mountain out of a mole-hill.....or are they making a volcano, soon to erupt?
*RP RULES!*
To protect this pack, as well as keep the secret of all the Fables, these few are pigeonholed away to the Farm.
As the Fables have roosted in the area since 1640, they have had centuries to buy many square miles of land. The farm contains very spacious countryside, with grassy fields, forrests, lakes , valleys as well as the a portion of the Addirondak mountains.
The lions share of the populace rests in the village. The central warren for Farm-bound Fables, burrows of all shapes and sizes are built in a whimsical mismatch of decor, looking much like the fairy tale habitats of the Homelands.
The Farm is protected by the most powerful protective spells the Fable magicians could conjure up. These enchantments keep the attention of the outside mundy world safely away.
Through this magic the cat-like curiosity of the humans are directed avoid the area. No person without knowledge of the farm may enter, as they would be simply buffaloed away, or sent off chasing red herrings, seemingly of their own free will.
The area is essentiall a "blind spot" . Planes do not pass overhead, Sattelites do not gaze upon it with a birds eye view, and through the protective glamor, no mundy ever asks questions about it.
As paradisical and carefree as the Farm may seem, certain animosities and displeasure begin to slither through the denziens of the Farm. There are those who feel caged like rabbits, no matter how large the lands of the Farm.. Forbidden to leave due to their non-human appearances, the many centuries begin to badger their patience. As such a growing stress has developed between the Farm Fables and the city Fables, who are free to roam the world as they wish. Some of the friendlier Farm creatures lionize the city fables, while the discontents no longer submit to their lemming like acceptance of their confinement.
Are these unhappy Fables merely making a mountain out of a mole-hill.....or are they making a volcano, soon to erupt?
*RP RULES!*
- The Farm is approximately a one day drive upstate from NYC. The Farm and FableTown in the city are both under the same government, controlled by the same charter.
- Characters who are not able to pass as human in the normal modern day world are contained to the Farm. Except in special approved circumstance, or if they are wealthy enough to purchase a magical Glamor granting them human apperance. (Click link for Glamor Rules)
- Powerful protective spells are in place to keep all outsiders away from the farm, thus no mundy chars may enter the farm or any of its territory. Except under special approved circumstance.
- Human-looking Fable characters may visit, or even live on the farm at will. With exception of those who are banned by the Fabletown Charter. Ex. Bigby Wolf, Grimble the Troll (Click link for Charter)
