This story picks up right where Illegitimi non carborundum ends. It takes place after the events of Two weeks too late.

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I hate to post this, especially after seeing a lot of other people with comp. troubles. Partly I haven't been around lately because life has just been busy. Part of life being busy is that we've been mentoring a foster kid. I allowed foster kid to use the computer, and she downloaded iTunes, which I said was okay, but she also downloaded some other music sharing program that made trouble, and went on sites that caused my virus scanner to spazz repeatedly.
TEF has never run well on my comp, and now it takes ten minutes to load and freezes before I even get my deer to stand up. If anybody's been wondering over the appearing/disappearing magpie pelt deer sleeping by the crying idol, that's just me beating my computer.

I'm not sure what it's going to take to fix this, so I guess consider this a kind of absence warning. I'd really love to play, but... yeah. Still intermittently around the forum thing here, just not in game. *waves and beats computer more*

Yup. By my accounts (which may be a little off), today is Seed's second birthday, thus marking that I have been a member of this community for 2 years!

I mean, wow. I don't feel like an oldie, but there you go.

So, yeah. Seed'll be on and off throughout the day.

Just some screenshots of the last couple of days

You cannot outrun the Wind. I've tried so many times now. It brings memories, reminds me of what I don't understand, what I've lost. I feel like a fallen leaf, detached form the tree in winter. It's cold and so very bare here on the ground. The Wind tosses me to and fro, sometimes landing in places I'd rather not be.

I miss him. I miss seeing him smile. I miss seeing them sitting together and most of all I miss when it was all of us sitting together. I saw where they put it, where they reverently placed his mask. I see an empty shell, as empty as my heart. How can you try to live after that first breath of air, then have it disappear? You're so used to it. Always being there. Sometimes its harder to breath but its still there. He's still there. Now I can't breath...He's gone where I cannot follow, though I've searched. In all his favorite places I've looked for signs of him, any recent footsteps or a precious single lock of his white hair.

I am met with nothing.

So I stare and hope. I hope he will return to me someday before I'm gone. I hope I will know what to do when he comes home.
I hope he knows that I love him.

You've been a friend to me

G'day

Ok this basic gist of this is that I waited all year for Halloween to get myself a pair of nice legit candle antlers and then loose them in the process of installing the new forest.
Can anyone help and maybe send me the spell data for a pair?
Or maybe there is a date closer or another way to get a pair? I would be most appreciate.

Thanks

The large speckled stag raised his head towards the sky and smiled faintly.
"I warned ya didn't I? I told you a month ago that I had a story to impart to you. Well here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it."

I could count them, I suppose... It would have been easier if I haven't been giving them all different titles.
Oh well.
I don't remember where I left off, so some of these may be repeats.

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