If anyone has read Darkweaver's blog, "Tale of War", you basically know how my new character "Laghodessa" died.

I want to make a GMV reinactment of that. <3 BUT this needs huge participation from others and specific weathers (so this may take a long time to complete.)

What I need is as many people as possable to play stag characters wearing devout pelts. Antlers and masks don't matter. I need Devout pelts.
I also need a group of ah... 10 or less dotd pelted stags and does. I'll also need about 5 or so fawns. =3 (numbers can vary. This is an estimate.)

Once we have another foggy day, I can record from the DotD pelted deer's perspectives, an approaching mass of Devout pelts. The dotd pelted stags will remain, where I figure will be somewhere in the Birch Forest, and the DotD does will run off for the ruins. (This may take many tries, because I intend to film from multiple perspectives. I think I will also require 'player identification' turned off.)

The DotD stags will only START to fight the devouts when they arrive, but no more than a few taunts or antlering. We don't need a real fight. =3 I just need the 'intro' of sort to a sort of war. No 'combat' footage really needed. ^^


(Note, for that portion I'll be playing Darkweaver, and will be needing someone else to play Laghodessa... but I'll switch to using Laghodessa part way, and need someone else to take over as a temporary Darkweaver. Please bare with me. ^^ This is partially why it will take a few takes. It's nessessary for filming. Yay stunt doubles.)


Laghodessa will lead the does off toward the ruins, and try to have them avoid running into any of the numerous devouts. They'll reach the ruins intact, but once there, they'll be faced with a few devout pelted stags.

-At this point we'd have to stop until we have a rainy day-

Again, only hint at combat. As few aggressive blows as possable between dotd does and devouts. It's just a movie, and not focused on combat. <3

I just found my Yu-Gi-Oh Tournament deck - which has been missing for over 2 years!

I had preveiously thought it was thrown our or sold or something. It is worth a huge chunk of money, since I paid for almost every card individually, and know it to be worth at least $1000.
So yes, I is happy. 83

*end random*

[=crimson]I've come to truly question the nature of this forest, in these last few days. So much confusion and misunderstanding... This leads us all into an endless, vicious cycle of poor communication and vengeance. Presumptions are made by us all, and we label each other by prejudgment... There is division, and in special cases, odd looking alliances forged by unknown means. Perhaps respect is the core of the matter.

I woke, half buried in a hillside. Virgil had started a dance line with Cloud over me, and deer I did not know the name of had joined. Darcy had come, and tried to shoo the dancers away. I'm sure most others, and at the time, even I had not understood what he was trying to say. I stood and spoke briefly with him. I was uptight, and on the nervous side.

Perhaps I naturally woke angered, for I had learned of Aegle being hurt, though she states she is fine. It would take a while for my nerves to lose their fire though... Soon I joined Virgil and the others in their dancing. Darcy seemed on the frustrated side, and began to storm away, and rush threw laps around the general area. Rowan had appeared, though she was clearly nervous. Bastilion soon showed up, and I left the dance to join my companion in simply observing the scene.

I'm not sure what transpired in the short time my back had been turned, but soon I noticed Darcy and Rowan fighting.

I disapproved.

Stunned at the sight, I lowered my antlers, rose to hind legs, and bellowed. "Enough of that!" I shouted, then running at the two and stepping between them. Rowan shuddered and backed off. I tried once again to show her that I meant no harm.

In the great oak, a solitary natural pelted doe slept. In her sleep, she tossed and turned, struggling to wake from a desperate nightmare. She muttered broken terms as she struggled in the dream, trying to change it, or break out of it. “No… don’t kill… Stop…”

A fawn stepped into a world of complete mist and blackness. The mist began to thin, revealing the surrounding area to be the interior of a great cellar of sort, completely intact save for a hole leading into the ghostly world on the other side. He was quickly surrounded with glowing eyes and the sounds of snarling beasts. The silhouette of the Big Zombie Deer stepped forward, backed by a strange gray deer with the horns of a mountain goat, and the hands of a gorilla. The stairs the fawn had just finished walking down became blocked by the bulk of a large, one antlered skeletal pelted stag, and a smaller albino doe with blue facial pant and massive red antlers. The fawn shuddered in fear, already figuring on the worst. He began to back up, toward the stone walls. Mr. Red stepped into the cellar threw the hole in the wall, flashing a grin. “So, someone did fall for it.” He commented. Spangled Plushblue laughed to herself, cockily. Clearly she had been the one whose screams lured the little creature to its doom. “You can start thankin’ me now.” She added. The Big Zombie Deer slowly approached the cowering fawn, and reared, deadly hooves tearing thru the mist. The large skeletal stag stepped away from the staircase in the same moment, Mr. Red, Spangled, and Sinker each looking ready to head up, the moment the Zombie’s hooves would strike.

[=crimson]Do I even want to reflect on this past week? It was no more than madness and bloodshed. Tethering of flesh and bone, and unheard cries for understanding...

I understand that in a forest so blatantly ruled by the false gods, and their cultist servants who call their selves devout and light, those who understand the truth are fated to only be shunned and scorned. Where does the misery begin, and where does it end?

Father’s day had come and gone. I spent that day primarily alone in the birch forest. I couldn't even face Lagho that day. Heavy hearted, I brooded there for hours before wandering to the lake. It's funny in a way... One can come to the lake while it's abandoned, and sure enough a few minutes later it would be crowded. Virgil and some of his herd had come and joined me. My mind was elsewhere, and I didn't much pay attention to whatever conversation we had. We say at the bank for a while, until a permanent devout pelted stag... Wudin.... appeared heading our way. Virgil stood to converse with him, and I continued to brood.

I left the area, never minding Wudin's death happening perhaps a moment after I left the scene.

I had seen Wudin before, in many parts of the forest, but we never spoke. Perhaps its better we hadn't, anyway. From what I know, we were alike, yet opposite in many ways.

Two days later, the rain was drowning out any potential upbeat spirit. I scarce desired to so much as lift my head. My awareness drifted in and out for some time. I wasn't feeling quite myself... I was healthy, but it seemed the weight of the moon was upon me. Perhaps knowing myself as the father of a dead family has left a vulnerability... Bah.

Sometime this morning, I got an idea. 83
I was wondering if you'd be up for helping me with it?

I want to make a music video for Darkweaver and Darcy, if you're up for fighting again. <3
Just because their battles were such a thrill. |D

I'll let you choose the song too. |D *can just string together video clips to fit the song*

So yeah, up for it? 83

kthxbai~
Zerg~

Things'll get ugly in 3....
2...
1...



Yes Dark, it's a spoon. Facinating, isn't it?
Smells like metal....
It IS metal. :/



You KNOW you need a dance! 83
Oooooooooh, we got a radio after all?!



Zzzzzz... hmm... flesh...*sleep drool*



Nightgale! Stop setting the oven on fire! We don't have unlimited fire extinguisher you know! |C
...! 8c



Sart! Mind cleaning the stove today? Nightgale set it ablaze again.
o.o what is this light? *repeatedly opening and closing the door*
... why am I living with you idiots?



Wheeeeeee 8D
|c YOU'RE DRUNK. GO TO BED.



~Well I can dance with yua honey, if you think it's funny, does your mother know that you're out?~
Just ignore them Darkweaver... just ignore them...



Yeeesss, sleep my little Dark... sleeeeeep.

Yes.
Humandeer coming soon.

[=crimson]Two days after joining Walter, Baal, and Burrow, I was starting to recover from all acquired wounds. Virgil's group had taken to allowing me to stick around, mostly at the lake. I had found myself at points, resting with their numbers against trees and watching fawns and healthier recruits bouncing around. I couldn't exactly will myself to walk very far, or stand very long, so in attempts to move around, I had frequent stops to lean against any tree I passed, like an old man with a cane...

... Heh... Fitting really...

I decided to walk to the crying idol once Virgil's lot traveled too far. With some mental debate, I stepped down into the water to let the current was the bloodstains out of my fur. It wasn't too long before I sensed that faith in the forest again. I stepped out of the water and began to walk the other way. I didn't need a fight, and didn't feel like killing that day. I stepped out of the water, and sniffed the air for a moment, to judge how far away my antagonist stood. He was behind the crying idol... not far at all.

I began to trudge into the midst of the trees, leaning against them for support as I went. If I could just get back to the ruins...

No... The ruins were unreasonably far away.

Lagho... you'd have to wait a few more suns before I can reach you again. Will the wind send my regret? Or is it simply a messenger to those in close quarters? I began to head back for the water. I guess, if I stuck to going for the ruins, the effort alone might have ended me.

*stabs this page*
I'll find pics that resemble my humandeer later. |C