...that a single man in possession of a good fortune...



Rothane

• Competitor
• Mature Adult
• Masculine (He/They)
• Leucistic Stag Fae (Red Deer/Elk-like)
• Size: #17
• Scent: like beeswax saddle soap, pipe tobacco smoke, spiced mead, wet earth.
• Affected by the season/available to sire offspring.

Not unlike his waking reflection, the royal stag is confident and in good health- and knows only one way to resolve conflicts and show himself at his best.

Rothane tends to announce himself and his fitness by bolving his deafening roar, rolling in flowers and ferns and tearing them up with his antlers to wear like a garland. He is huge, fit, and means to take the season rather seriously, fully intending to fight fiercely for his space and the chance to impress the judges, or court any interested hinds.

It is hard to say how good a father he would be, aloof as he is- but he at least makes for strong stock.

His waking self, on the other hoof...

... must be in want of a wife.



OOC Notes

• Returning Old Buck
• Open to shipping and family rp
• Open to injury/combat rp
• Discord: Rex#2287

Hi! My name is Rex (he/they)- I used to play Zelig the caribou and Skinner the pirate back in the day! This is my first time coming back to play in the forest (or making an attempt as a busy adult alas.)

I am mostly looking to make some connections and find some friends and friendly rivals for my grumpy old lord of the manor- both in the forest and in the waking world as a humanish being.

Hi all! My name is Polar Star, I'm new to this forum and the game (Although after I created a game account I've been waiting for a whole month), I want to make friends, while on the forum (because I upload a picture with my character and his icon here). I am very glad to be in the Infinite Forest.)

Lord Shylem Rothane
House of the White Stag
Integrity - Temperance - Stewardship

I think I have found the answer to my question, which I have asked more than once: "How to make a deer hornless, a female or a fallow deer." You need to go to the Computer folder ProgrammFiles - Tale of Tales - The Endless Forest 3 - Data - Assets - Characters - Deer and find Deer1antlersLoD.cgr and move it to any other folder (I advise you to create a new one and move the Deer1antlersLoD.cgr file there), go into the game and see, we did it, a deer without horns!
I hope I helped you.

By Yin-Yang

Hello, I have one question, the fact is that I began to meet deer without horns and there are quite a lot of such players. And here's my question..How to remove the horns to play like a doe?

I'm old. Let's just get that out of the way. A very long time ago for me (early 2000's?) I happened upon an online game that I was told was a college experiment. I entered as a deer and moved around a bit, made some noise. There was nobody on the server, but I came back once or twice more because the graphics were kind of magical (for that time period) and was surprised to meet another deer.
I couldn't figure out how to communicate, didn't know where to find instructions. So we honked at each other a bit and I left. Came back a few more times but with nobody there I drifted away.
Just today I remembered that game and thought to look for any remnants of it or somebody speaking about it (nothing ever completely disappears). Several detailed Googles later.....
I'm glad it became something. I can't remember whether I created an account back then or whether I named my deer (would have probably been the same name as now) but I've created an account and I'm going to look around, see what y'all have done with it. My name is Kevin and I'm pleased to meet you all.

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Sable I am scared, where have you gone?
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I think I must have slept for a long time for the forest around me has changed in many a small way...
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I don't want to sleep deeply again... Why do I keep getting so tired?
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Sable... I miss you and Sadiki.... please... find me soon.

The empty void I see when I hurry past the open well fills me with horror, more than once I’ve had to rediscover that the nightmares which plague me in daydream just cannot be thwarted. If ever I sleep, it is thick and dark, and if too I dream I remember nothing.

Sometimes the work of my own imagination sprouts legs and runs after me… others’ imagines have been commenced at times, but then abandoned in my brain. Nobody but me is as skilled in the craft of self-induced terror (then again if otherwise it wouldn’t be self-induced at all). Nobody understands it in the way that I do.

All those invisible horrors.

The monstrous trees give me safety and their shadows whisper words of comfort. Outside, here, the air is filled with the fragrance of something more

the moonlight floods my body with a ghostly warmth, unlike any cold white light inside here ever could.

I lean towards it closer, clinging to the edges of the rock til morning.

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