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Theory (A "Book of Moss" Story)

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"Book of Moss"




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~In the Hall of the Mountain King

Just a little something I'm plotting as a story or happening or some.
All in northern folklore style. Though with a big flare of my own imagination.
Guest chars or/and rps are welcome. Feel free to add my e-mail.
Excuse the bad spelling... and grammar.

How do you post pictures?

I wanted to post screen shots of TEF gameplay but it says to imput a link or something
Do I need to post them somewhere else then type the link in?
and what about multiple screen shots? how do you post those on one picture entry?
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Tales from the Nexus - Secret World

Tales from the Nexus

Secret World

Requested by Kikistar2

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"Wake up, sweet one."

"...Hmm? Who is there?"

"Only a friend. A friend who has been your guardian for a long time."

"...Guardian? What exactly are you?"

"I know, Hex, you cannot see. But do you see the glow in your eyes? I will not nearly be as bright as the stars, but I hope my light is..."

"Ah...there you are...yes, I see your light...but...you're so tiny..."

"Yes...and there are very few who can truly see us. Please, I wanted to show you something...please come."

The doe sits up this night, on her usual spot on the big boulders of the Playground. She stretches and then begins to follow the tiny voice, the dim light just enough for her blind eyes to get a sense of direction. As she continues, she stops, looking around at the lights all around, "Are...are those all...?", she asks.

"Yes, fairies, not fireflies, and certainly not starlight.", the voice before her replied.

Hex's eyes only took in dim blurs of light, but she could see them - countless glowing creatures of all different colors floating around through the trees.

There were fairies in the Endless Forest, though invisible to most of the deer. They revealed themselves only to those who they thought could keep their secret. Hex was chosen for a simple reason - her eyes would not deceive her.

As she was led on, she encountered another there, who looked up to her. "You see them too?", Harry asked as the doe approached.
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One day

nothing is here right now
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This article about TEF made me very upset.

I just have to rant a bit about this thing. We all need to complain sometimes when somebody offends you.

Here's an article that I believe many TEF fans have already read, if not, maybe you should.

http://www.somethingawful.com/d/mmo-roulette/endlessforest.php

It made me very upset to read this, since I have been roaming the Endless Forest with my character Shulgalaj for several years and still love the game. The article is not only badly written, but also highly offending to those who play regularly.

The article seems to not have understood that all games do not need to be conventionally structured with rules, verbal/literal communication, a goal and obstacles.

The writer of the article diagnoses us all as crazy for playing this game with the argument that "there is absolutely nothing to do in this game". I do not see how that would make a point, since I, for example, play this game just to wander around in a peaceful virtual reality and simply enjoy myself together with others. Sure, the communication skills of your character are not far too high, but the simple body language of the deer is easy to understand. And there is really no need for long, complicated discussions in this game; if you want that, just don't play it.

I think the writer is the kind of person who has never been close to nature and therefor does not understand to enjoy it; and then even less so, a virtual nature. Probably it is a person who does not understand how healthy it can be to just sit down and enjoy doing nothing at all for a little while so all the knots of stress in your body starts to loosen up. I do not think you must be crazy to enjoy that. I do not, either, believe in your theory that this game is nonsense only because "there is nothing to do". I think this game might be good for you; you might learn how to appreciate the smaller things in life.

The author clearly does not understand the other point of it all; this is fun.
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Tales from the Nexus - The Legend of the Deer Giants

Tales from the Nexus

The Legend of the Deer Giants

Requested by Sicily

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"What? No, I am not fat! You're the fat one, tubby!", the pronghorn shook his head and stomped his hooves. A moment of silence, before he spoke again, "Oh no, not at all! I avoid those mushrooms so I don't get big and fat like you!" Another awkward silence, before the cervine huffed and floofed out his rump, "Well! When the humans come with their chainsaws and bulldozers to take you down, I won't come to the rescue!"

The pronghorn kicked the tree with his hind hoof before stomping off. A moment later, Pent was talking to another tree, "The nerve of that tree! I am certainly not fat!"

Auni was wandering by when he stopped, raising his head and looking over to the strange pronghorn. Tilting his head, he approached, expecting to see another animal there. To his surprise, the pronghorn was literally talking to a tree! "No? I did not consider eating those kind of pinecones. Lots of fiber?", he tilts his head.

"What in the world are you doing?", Auni asked Pent. The pronghorn doesn't reply, but rather, continues his conversation with the tree, "Really? How delightful! I'll have to find them!"

The deer cleared his throat, before saying, "Hey, weirdo! Why are you talking to a tree?"

Another awkward silence, before Pent spoke again, "...Yes, I know, I know, he won't leave us alone. I suppose I could...right...right...", before turning to the deer, "Yes? Do you need something? I'm kind of busy here."

"Busy? Busy?! You're talking to a tree!", Auni shouted.

Pent blinked, [=khaki]"Yes?
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Project: The Book of Moss

The Book of Moss

This will be a "book" of adventures, talks, advice and discoveries of the true nature of our forest and its inhabitants.

It is written from the point of view of the stag named "Moss," my forest emissary and may include guest writers in the future.

Suggestions on in-forest subjects to write on are more than welcome, though please make the suggestions relevant to the entire forest, not just one group of deer or people.


-GlobalBeauty


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When There Is Only One...

The shuffling of a set of hooves through the grays of long-cooled shadows trickled through the forest. Dead leaves rolling about tinkled like strident wind-chimes. Thick shadows sucked layers of color from everything as the being trod through them, her own vibrant coat also falling victim to the hungry beings. Like water, they took the bright orange and turned it to rust. The rustier the doe's pelt got, the slower and more deliberate her steps became.

Heavily a breath shook from the doe in a purposeful sigh. The world was fading to darkness around her and that same darkness eked into her lungs; she felt a need to expel it. It clung to her eyelashes and there the shadows were washed away by tears not unlike those of the Idol that cries a river. Yet there seemed to be nothing to cry about in this place, except maybe to wash away the shadows from the pair of green eyes they tried to take refuge in. Both shadow and tear were blinked away.

A mouth, pink-lined and black rimmed, opened in a long yawn.



/vent writing. Balindfiya was the subject. I'm sorry I used her for such ill, she really is not a depressed deer by any means.
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