So, it doesn't say so right this moment(because I believe I registered later in the afternoon), but it has been a year already. c:
Can't believe it's been this long! (okay so to me it seems like a long time >_>)

Not sure what else to say, so...yeah.

(Time to do this...)

Name: Gerade
Age: 6
Type: Adult deer
Sex: Male
Physical health: 80 %
Mental health: 50%
Speed: 100%
Like: Fawns, Trees, flowers, forest magic, stars
Don't like: Shape shifting
Favorite place: The old oak
Pictogram: http://taleoftales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=...

(Reff sheet will hopefull come soon!)

Hope I'm not appearing slightly silly here, but how on earth do you see your pictogram close up, for instance if you have lots of details in it like swirls/squiggly/shapes? I can't make out the details in it. D8

Thanks if anybody can help.

Hey every one I'm new in this "endless forest" so that's it

Let's see how long it takes me to finish up with last year's screenshots.

If you join in, remember to change your nickname from 'Viewer 1/2/3/etc' to your username so we know who you are ^^
https://join.me/967-240-137

[=darkgreen]I awoke to the sounds of Lemon and her good friend Riften at play. When I approached, she was glad to see me -- I've been gone for at least a week now, after all -- but she also seemed worried, since it seemed that I arrived with my usual perfectly terrible timing; she'd have to depart at a moment's notice. Still, the three of us sat together, and we caught up. When she left, Riften bid me farewell, if I chose to take it...
And since Verve came skipping up, I did. She and I and some friends of hers went off to play and frolic, until she came upon a sleeping deer I didn't recognize (Was that Lucamo then, or did he join us later, when I wasn't paying attention? Ah, I'm sorry!). She sat beside it, and I beside her, with some care...

While we waited for him (I assume) to awaken, Verve presented me with my surprise! It is a pen! A bracelet-mounted quill pen, for me to write poems with! While it's far too delicate for carved work, it's so easy and precise for doing ink-work that it's like a dream!
I blathered about it at some length, impressed as I was by the smooth working of the metal, the perfect selection of the black raven's feather for the length of its quill, the refined craftsmanship... I felt, for a moment, completely unworthy of it, like a pauper standing before a king, like a swine fortunate enough to have had pearls cast before it. It faded: after all, it was made only for me, so how could I be unworthy of it? It'd not exist to be unworthy of, otherwise.

We sat and spoke for some time, until a little fawn, at the moment unnamed but I suppose I'll call her VOCT, came by, and roused us one-by-one, even Lucamo, to playing, and from playing into a line of dancing full of the best tricks we could manage (Not wanting to take off my new treasure, I was perhaps a little slow on the tricks tonight. You need to be careful!)...
And then eventually Verve settled down, and the rest of us with her.