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Hello everyone! It's 2010 now and I see people are still linking to this blog.
It was made back in the time people were using the "permadevout pelt" exclusively, and a few of us decided to bring it out when we found out how it worked.

Though, times are a changing and The Endless Forest now works with server-side spelldata since version 3.4. In this version, permadevout does not work anymore. If anyone can prove me wrong on this, you can give me a description how to work it out in 3.4, but I don't think it's possible.

It does work in 3.31, and it works in this way:

Make sure your deer is carrying no pelt but the default pelt. Pray at the twingods statues, and wait untill you get the devout pelt. As soon as you have it, go into the menu by pressing ESC on your keyboard, or the little green dot in the bottom left corner of your screen. Then go to network, and click "disconnect". Reconnect again, but make sure your deer is standing UPRIGHT before TEF connects.
It may not work all the time, and you may have to try a few times, but this is how to get the permadevout pelt in 3.31

There is also a method that will work pretty much 99% of the time if you do it right.

Make sure your deer is carrying no pelt but the default pelt. Get someone else, or start the forest twice, to cast the devout pelt on you. As soon as the yellow bright glow start appearing on your deer, indicating a spell has been cast, but the pelt isn't visible yet, click disconnect in the network menu. It's a good idea to have your deer sitting and your mouse ready on the disconnect button before the other casts on you. As soon as every other deer poofs, you will get the pelt whilst disconnected. Connect, and the pelt will stay.

Again, I don't think this is possible in 3.4. But don't worry, we have many pretty pelts to choose from, and you are all very creative! I bet it's not a problem

Love,

Misako.

Chapter 5 - Snow

The bitter winds howled, a flurry of snow and ice pelting the two weary deer as they continued on. They had been walking for hours, losing the ground to layers of snow and having to take each step carefully so they wouldn't sink into the blanket of white. Axie's eyes felt like they were frozen shut, and he tried to keep up with his sister, who shielded him from most of the storm. Her legs were numb, but she refused to rest...she refused to die here.

Axie cried out to her, "Zephyr! I can't...", but the doe glared at her brother and called in reply, "Yes you can! We're going to make it! Keep going!" The young stag hesitantly took another step, but his legs gave in and he collapsed into the snow. Zephyr turned to see her brother curling up, his eyes slowly closing. "Axie!", she gasped, and hurried to him. Slipping as she approached, she covered him with her body, warming him with her belly. "Axie! Axie!!", Zephyr cried. Her brother looked up at her, shivering and gasping for air. "Just let me rest...", he began, but his sister shook her head, "Come on, Axie!" Axie's head slowly sank. He had lost all hope, and began to give into the cold.

"Just leave me, sister. I'm a burden...", Axie said. "No! Axie, no!", Zephyr bent down and nuzzled his face. Axie pressed his face into hers, but said to her, "Just...let me...die..."

The world seemed to go silent for the two of them. Their bodies shivered together, and in that moment, Zephyr thought of her brother, all of the memories they made. She thought of her mother...and how devastated she would be if Zephyr returned alone. She thought about Axie never enjoying the Forest, and what it would be like without him...

January 24, 2009
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The fawn had just arrived in the Endless Forest. No one knew where he came from. He couldn’t remember a mother or a father. The first thing he saw was the leaves high above him, and the birds hopping from branch to branch.

The birds.

When he got up, he looked at himself. A lovely halo floated above his head. It was his name. He looked at his gangly legs and his creamy speckled fur.

“What am I?” The words came from his mind and out of his mouth. Fascinating.

Everything around the fawn was new and beautiful. He began to slowly walk through the forest, passing the tall trees one by one. There were birds in those trees. They sang such sweet songs.

“Let me sing too!”

And the fawn sang with the birds.

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Chenaniah blinked as the dream faded. He hadn’t had one as clear or as joyful in a while. The memories… they were so real. And on such a day as this, the warm sun shining, the birds more cheerful than ever before, he really did feel like a fawn again.

So with a spring in his step, he trotted off towards… well, he didn’t really have a destination in mind. Today was a day for slow walking. Or for leaping. Whichever felt best at the moment.



Strange how emotions could change overnight. What a fickle thing, the brain.

A few birds swooped low to sing, or to attempt to land on his bobbing antlers. Chenaniah laughed at their antics. He began to slow his pace so that the birds could take hold. Soon he looked like a parade float… or a walking tree. His antlers had become a playground, and the birds were the playful children. He shook his head and they all flapped their wings to regain their balance, chirping angrily. He laughed… and the birds eventually forgot their frustration.

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Of this last month of my existence, there was little to report but endless frustration: as a fawn, it seemed, no stag would consider sparring with me without regret, and no fawn I met had the courage to face one so bold. My patience grew thin; my heart grew weary. It seemed my quest was to be endless, and I would never know the taste of a true battle, without fear or regret lingering on the antlers of my oponent like so much soft velvet.

Until at last I awoke, and found myself well-grown. I rejoiced in my newfound staghood, and ran to find some fellows on the top of the Twin Gods' Hill. One, a stag known as Taiko, broke off, and I raced him down to the Crying Idol, where he vanished. I met a pair of fawns there, and tried to convince them to aid me in my search for a set. One, who seemed fond of me, acquiesed. After a while, Taiko returned and began to help me with my set with the gentlest of humors and an alarmingly long-enduring patience. He was joined by a number of other deer, though he had to go just as I triumphed and was fully clad.

My set then, is this: First, the strongest, largest antlers I could find, to use as my weapons when I charge forth into battle; second, a mask that, ornamented by black fringe, covers my face and protects my eyes; third, a coat the red color of my own passion.

After that, I was joined by the lovely lady Lemon, at which point the core group for the rest of my evening was complete: Lemon, Zerg, and two deer whose names I know not, one a doe and the other a stag. We fell then into revelry, and all manner of merriment, from line-dancing and achieving an almost perfect 'mexican wave,' to listening while spinning, to all forms of running and jumping and hopping.

Well, so far, so good. Getting used to the Forest and its oddities. I find myself partial to wearing the purple flowers and black and white pelt coloring. Huh, can't wait till I'm an adult. The horns are lovely when draped with flowers. I keep trying to do that to a white adult with curly gray horns, but to no avail.

I feel kind of down, having just barely missed the last dance of the Twin Gods, but I shall keep my head up and hope for another meet. Though, it is times like this that I wish I'd won the lottery or something. Phase Four sounds exciting. But I'm a starving college student, so I can only content myself with playing.

Last In: Darkweaver
Currently: Agonizing over a contact lense.
In forest or out: In maaaaybe later. Or after work.
My latest GMV:

Yup: it's that day. I got home just in time.

For those of you who don't know Faris (which I assume is most people), his pictogram is here. He likes to think of himself as a knight errant, so don't be afraid if you tries to spar you: it's only sport, and he's had dissapointing luck trying to find an honorable opponent as a fawn. Maybe he'll have better luck as a stag ^^

He'll be running around this evening if you want to say hello.

i now call my deer ShadowX but on the sight it's xhunter
please tell me what you think!
A apprentice for ShadowX


ShadowX lie within the tangle of tall grass that made up the Blue Berries. He’d chosen the spot so he could watch the other deer go about there lives without them seeing him. For his entire life he’s been alone. Looking over at his fur he saw the strange symbols on him. His fur was white with a large Black spot that reached out at some red bots. His antlers where made of blue and red feathers that stood up above a long piece of normal antler. His legs were long and black. For days he’d sat there watching The others go about there lives.
In truth he was cursed when he was a fawn, he was born with the strange antlers that allowed him to change his appearance. His gift was to see the future of the forest. ShadowX in the past was taught by seven deer and the twin gods themselves, so he was in no need of training. His job to the forest was to see the other futures and chase off evil, sickness, and the likes. He did not need to eat or drink because he was immortal, but he did anyway. Looking up he yawned and got up. His mask got pulled on by his hooves and he flinched. He twitched his head and fallowed the path closest to the trees to the river, making shore the others did not see him. He stopped at the side of a young willow and walked quickly over to tall grass and looked at a group of sleeping deer. ShadowX stood for five minutes then walked to the water and drank.
“ShadowX?” said a voice from behind. He stopped and looked up and over his shoulder. He saw a young grey fawn standing looking at him. “what are you doing?” “Nothing, go away,” he said and turned away to leave. “You were drinking, I thought you did not need to drink or eat,” the fawn said running up to him and fallowed on his heels. “normally I don’t, go away,” he said with his ears back.

I’ve been laying low for the past couple of days. Not because I had more important things to do than traipse through the forest, but because I’ve been hit by a wave of timidity. That’s how it works; sometimes I can go for weeks without feeling the urge to hide, sometimes months. Sometimes the urge to hide from the rest of deerkind is so overwhelming that I am forced to keep to the shadows for days, lurking around the forest like a ghost. That’s how I’ve been feeling for the past couple of days – though the fact that most familiar faces have more or less disappeared from the forest doesn't really help. Even Seth has been missing, lately. I dearly miss his company, but I understand that he can’t be here all of the time. The last time I saw him, though.. he wasn’t himself. He was like a shell of himself. It worried me.

I have been neglecting my rituals for a while; I think the last time I did them, I was still a fawn. I’ve just been so overwhelmed with excitement over growing up that I’ve kind of pushed my spiritual half aside. I don’t believe I’ve ever mention my rituals, have I? Well, the most obvious ritual I have is praying. This morning ritual is very important to me, and I try to pray to the twin Gods every day; although it is difficult for me to pray when there are many other deer around. After I’ve finished my prayer – a chant the forest spirits taught me while I was very young – I gently kiss the two stones to either side of the statues; reminiscent of kissing the feet of Gods.



I have other rituals, but I don’t want to bore you with all of that. Perhaps I will tell you about the other ‘peculiar’ things I engage myself in, in a later journal.