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In forest livestream Today

Hi everyone I will be Livestreaming from in forest on and off today. Im on a new system so needs some testing anyway. So please feel free to watch or hunt my deer. He will interact a little. I want to try to record a record air walk time feel free to join in if you like. If you want to attack dance or what ever you fancy feel free.

http://www.livestream.com/onyxdragonart


So look out for my deer he's got a camra in his antlers.(enters evil laugh.
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Realisation

Sounds and darkness a nightare spining round and round, faces, blood,, ash, darkness, a scream

Light

Nyjersokar woke with a start. comming bolt upright he stared around him. It was morning panting he looked everywhere. Nothing no ash creature or darkness. With a deep exhal of breath he laid his head back down. His body burnt and throbed. Blinking he looked as his back. Screaming he lept up staring wide eyed at his once fine pelt. From mouse brown his pelt was now scorched black his skeletons outline was eteched in to it. Shudering he walked in circles staring at parts of him he could see.
The nightmare it was real. He collapest back down in to the leaves staring, but seeing nothing. The doe the fawn..Dead... but... he had not done anything to help them...he's let them die... he should have... but how..... he was a coward, a fool....a real stag would have stood and fought and... and ... died.

Racked with guilt he lowered his head and wept for Hazel and her little fawn. He wept in shame for his actions. exashun over came him, and he fell in to a restless sleep.

If he had looked around he would have seen he was in a ring of trees. the ring was made of one of each tree in the forest each trees branches where entwinded with the tree next to it. He was resting in the shde of the oak tree. As he slept the trees seemed to dip their branches to touch his blackand pelt. Each touch brough tremers to Nyjersokar's body, but he did not wake. Around him the trees whispered incantations as they touched him the words drifted through his dreams and began to take hold. The forest had chosen it's hero

He woke several hours later, the sky was overcast and grey. Smelling the air he felt no threat of rain. He stood up and shook himself. The reminace of words filted in his mind and then were gone. He turned and headed south away from the place of death and looked for water. not so much to drink more to see himself in.
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Near the ruins (warning graphic gore)

NyjerSokar was awake. Night had fallen on the forest and his resting place. He stretched and yawned. Blinking he looked around to the familiar trees. The beech, roan,oak,hazel,ash,chestnut, and so many more. There colours starting to turn as Autum drew near. He raised his head and nosed the night air. Damp, earthy and ......and something new a sharp sent on the tip of his nose then....gone. Shaking his head he put the strange sent to still being half awake.
He stepped out from the over grown ruins in to the trees. The night air was slighly chiled but not unplesant. Letting his instincts guide him. He stopped near a patch ground where someone had scrapped and trampled. He sniffed the ground. The sent of a rabbit and fawn came to his nose.He had no idea what had been happening, but it was clearly nothing bad. He paused and thougt who it might have been. The fawn smelt young. It must be Hazel and her fawn little Mela. Not his but still a fine doe and pretty fawn. He would not be a father for several more years so he had no worries as such. Mela had been the last fawn in the forest to be born and was small for her age.Hazel had mated almost 2 months after the rut. not one knew how her body did it but she had carried her fawn to full term and Mela was prouth of that. Nyjersokar smiled and felt proud that they felt safe in his area. The new rut would soon be in full swing,hazel would not be in season, but it was best for her and Mela to stay hidden till the madness had passed the stags.

He wondered along through the trees following the sent of the hind and fawn. The forest seemed quiet and at ease the wind had picked up a little making weak leaves float down like golden snow. He felt he should check to see how they were both doing. Hazel had lost her mate of that year after the rut. He had been called Whitetip and had won her several times.
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In the begining

(Note this will be added to and amended as the story goes on.)



Years ago the world was inflicted with two souls who's only purpose was to bring pain and suffering through death and distruction.
These souls where differnet from others of the balance for they did not follow the laws of existance.

The laws of existance said that for every birth there must be a death. Both souls were to be of equal wieght and power. So this way an old stag may die defending a new fawn.

The exception to the rule were the trees .They where allowed to grow and die at there own pace. for all lfe need them. So great forests covered the lands and all was at peace within themselves.

Until the two new dark souls came.

Down quickly they are comming! Pray we are not seen, hope they can not smell us.
Cinisloupenes gallopes passed on silent paws, his form made of ash yet solid. Ember eyes glowing with the trill of running, the ground burning beneath him. Etermusletum glided alongside, his form changing and bending A black bottomless shadow. Anything he touched turned black and witherd. So they mark their path.
Stay low and run.
Open your wing now and fly clear of them quickly away to the south.


Far to the south is large forest of mixed trees. It's open forest where the sun shines through the canopy higlighting the leaf strewn floor. Near the center of the forest was a pile of ruins from a time forgoten. Hand cut stone and piles of rock the remains scattered around ravaged by time. here and there a gapping hole where a celler may once have been. This is the home to a stag like creature...... If you look closer you might see him asleep by an old worn gravestone. Unlike the stags we know this stag has ram like horns on his head, curled slighly and strong looking. He's a young looking stag not yet in him prime.
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NyjerSokar Bio





Name:: NyjerSokar
Means: Black Protector of the Dead
Gender: Male
Age: Imortal

Set: Skull mask, Bone pelt, grey pelt or beluga pelt, Rams horns, Or zombie antlers.
(This can be effected by his mood or what duties he is undertaking.)

The meaning of his picto:
The skeleton rams head and horns reflecting his own face and that of death.
The symbol to the left is a fallen tree reflecting his tie to trees and death.
The symbol to the right is the broken chain which he completes with his duties.







About:
Sworn to guard the dead, He can often be found In graveyards watching over those whos souls are bound to the earth. He tries to aid any souls he feels are inocent and help them move on. But dark souls beware for he will trap them holding them in chains to the earth so that their tortchered souls are bound to the earth for eternitly. To do this he traps the souls in trees, So that they can see the world and show what happens to those dark souled ones.

History:

Having spend all his existance watching over the dead he feels few motions. He is clear headed for he is the one who passes judgement on the souls when they arrive. It his his word that eaither sends them on or Traps them to the earth. He has one fear though and that is the simple question of "What if I fail in my duty?". This question keeps his mind sharp and so he has never judged a soul wrong.... yet.

Attitude to others:

He is a cold hearted beast and does not join in much with others. He will though show kindess to fawns for they are inocent and have yet to be corrupted. If forced he will defend these inocence few. If you are polite to him he will return your politness. Dont expect him to dance around or jump like a mad flea. He has no intrest in such foolish things.... But you never know... he might learn form others.

Genral:

He does not dance or show many possitive emotions, for to show such weakness could allow his mind to be courped by unpure ones.
He is often driven to rages when the souls cry out to much, he is quick to silence them. He can often be found staring at trees, this is becuase he is always looking for new ones to trap dark souls in. He can also be seen attacking trees as he beats the souls back in to thier prison.



So next time you go in to a graveyard look at the trees and see if you can see the souls trapped in them.




Current thoughts:

When the wind howls and the trees scream why do I find myself smiling at their endless suffering? I fear the trees breaking for once cracked and broken those within shall try to escape to fill the world with their nighmares and hate. How can One battle so many, an yet I fear the day comes when I to shall be judged.

Main enermies:

There are some souls so dark that only the greatest trees can hold them. Two of these souls are within the great oak. One is known as Cinisloupenes (Pronoused Sin -is-loop-n-s) This soul shows himself as a ash coloured wolf his eyes the colder of embers. The mader he gets the more his eyes burn. When in a frenzy his whole body busts to flame making him near untouchable. A terriffing nightmare behond comprihention. The other is known as Etermusletum (Pronoused E-term-us-let-um) His form is that or a dark shadow twisting and moving. He is silent and deadly, twisting through the darkness taking the breath of the living. His passing leaves the sun to rise on fields of corpes. He leads lost fawns in to the shadows to devower them slowly. paralising them and draining their souls from there trembling bodies.


NyjerSokar fought these souls and after a long battle in which the air was rent with the smells of buring flesh and death he trapped them with in the Great oak. I will tell you of that battle one day.

As you walk past you might hear them moan.




Oh and guys that image aboves a real photo no messing with it. so how many of you can see the knealing child the man and the streching woman?


The story so far:

Part 1: http://endlessforest.org/community/begining-0
Part 2 - http://endlessforest.org/community/near-ruins-warning-graphic-gore
Part3: http://endlessforest.org/community/realisation
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