Random story. Enjoy

The night was cold. Fortunately for the deer, they all slept well. The air was bitter, but it enveloped and comforted their warm bodies, and they all had pleasant dreams this night.

Wandering around was a lone figure. His footsteps seemed to make the ground beneath glow, and on occasion a grasshopper fled from his feet. He looked up at the sky, admiring the stars he could see in the openings of the forest canopy. They were beautiful, and he often wondered when he would ever visit them. The moon was large and a red hue. The stag's eyes were open to him. It was a sign.

He stopped near the old Ruins. The tombstones and idols were kind to him, like good friends he knew for a long time. "Tonight must be the night.", he said to them, "The moon is close to the land this night, and it is perfect for your departure." He waited a minute for their response...

...and then...

Rising from the ground were small flames, each a light blue color that flickered and seemed to float in the air. "My friends, it is time.", the stag said to them.

The wisps collected around the red-faced stag. He was a ghost just like them, but he was different...he was gifted. The stag was reborn by the Twin Gods' magic, and given a particular task. He was the guardian of lost souls, both living and deceased. He never had a chance at life himself, but he was a kind spirit who would always be there for those who needed him.

The souls that he called this night were of the recently deceased. They met their end earlier in the year, and the forest gods gave them a home at the Ruins of the Endless Forest. This night was special. This night...

"Allow me to ease this process.", he said to them, "Your bodies have been given to the earth. Your families have honored your passing, and the gods will guide you to a beautiful afterlife."

The wisps began to rise toward the sky.

...Four days ago. >> Apparently I missed it.
Hey, I joined on February 13th~!


*throws confetti in the air* ^^

It's been a while.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I couldn't take not being in the forest. I love the forest.
But I've been on a mac for... For well over two years.
And as we know, macs and TEF don't go together well.

Before I switched to the dark side, I liked to do this thing where I'd go and stand on the platform in the Ruins, and conduct some sort of Sermon Ritual thing.
I planned to do it every night at midnight, EST.
It would go something like this:
I'd start promptly at midnight. I'd bow. Everyone would bow back.
For the next 5-10 minutes, or until people seemed like they were getting bored, I'd go through a variety of actions, hoping people would mirror them.
Usually, they did. It was fun having a group of 6 or so deer doing the same actions in response to me.
After the sermon was over, I'd run off to a tree, and we'd all cast spells on each other.

This only lasted a few sessions before my father got sick and I had no time.
By the time I had time for TEF again, I was on a mac.

But!
Today, I went on a rampage. After several program downloads, a lot of fiddling, and some frustration, I managed to get TEF running on my mac, on the mac side.
It's clunky as all hell. (2 FPS)
But it works.

So I'll be at the Ruins, on my platform, tonight at 12AM EST. That's in a little over an hour.

I hope to see some of you there.

It had been nearly two years since that day. The White Man laid low for some time. It was futile to try and approach the child after that. In retrospect he should have held tighter to the mask and expected such foolishness. The child was still so young and not nearly ready for such a sight.

It was the crimson flare that first drew her toward him—the fire, the cinders, the surging smog.

It was his size, so colossal—the beast walked on stilts, lived on stilts, thrived in the heavens.
It was his scent, so pungent—the dull reek of rot and grime, of death, oozed from the inferno.
It was his surface, so sinister—he was but a skeleton, clad in tattered storm clouds and dusk.

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Turns out ethics lecture was far more boring that I had intended. So I ended up doodling some other player's deer in the meantime.

All I had available was a black pen, a pencil, and lined paper. Done with no references or colour since neither were available at the time.

Pictures under the summary split.

can someone PLEASE help me?? i need spell data for a skull mask for hakilu... he needs one to make him hakilu my favorite character ppleaaeeesssseeee?

I love TEF. I've been playing it for ages.
The music has always been soothing to me, and I used to keep the window open and lay down just so I could hear the music play in the background. I did homework with it playing. I meditated to it. Fell asleep to it.

But I recently switched to a mac. As we all know, TEF doesn't work on macs. It works in Bootcamp, though! But I'm always on the mac side, doing homework, etc.

I had an idea! Using an audio cable, I could connect the mic jack to the speaker jack and record an hour's worth of the wonderful music just for me to put on my ipod to play in my room while I was meditating or studying or whatever! I'd done it before, using a cable to record from speaker to mic. So I went out and bought a cable and went to work trying to record.

But alas, line in recording isn't supported for Boot Camp on a mac. So now, here I am, stuck.

I'm wondering if there's anyone out there who is willing to record about an hour's worth of the music (No sound effects, a tiny bit of ambient sound) and put it into an mp3 file for me. I promise, I won't be using it for anything else except my own personal listening, and I won't distribute it to anyone. The music from TEF invokes good emotions and feelings in me, and brings back happy memories from when I first started playing TEF.

I'm willing to show whoever is interested in doing this how to use a program to do it and whatnot.

Michael, if you're not OK with this, I understand, and I won't pursue it any longer.

Thank you in advance.

is there any way i can get my username changed since i hate it so much? :|