Deccys Nifty Fawnling Personality Maker ThingyOk, you have a fresh starter fawnling...or perhaps a newly hatched ingame born baby - WOO fine and dandy but...who is this new fawnling? Can't think of anything? Want some ideas to spruce it up? Perhaps you “pine” for something odd and fab at the same time? Have no fear (or wait...a smidge perhaps...Deccy’s mind works in the most mysterious ways...heheh). Of course you don't have to follow the outcome to the point, perhaps more like guidelines more than actual..rules? No...that was the pirate codex Ups...Deccys Nifty Fawnling Personality Maker Thingy1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
So, how to do this...
First you need to open another browser window and go to random.org (don't forget the sacrifice of bacon to the RNG). On this site, in the top right corner you find a little box. Change the two numbers in the box to fit the two numbers you see in the brackets in the subheadings of the different sections below.
> Core traits (personality)
> Motivator (lifegoal)
> Emotional Nature
GM MASS RP: He Who Would be KingFeaturing Lord GeraldGM MASS RP: He Who Would be King2 months ago in Settings More Like This
the Kingly Candidates Lords Rafe, Ciardair, Bihar, Marec , Ragnarok and Donnaghán
and the rest of Glenmore!
Spring, Year 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, The New Oak
The icy chill that had heralded the coming of w
From the BeginningFrom the Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves leaves leaves! Nuala likes leaves. They were all green. And they were swishy when you walked past them. Some of them were tasty, but she much preferred her mother's milk. Bright blue eyes focussing on the nearest leaf of this particular bush, she reached out and gummed it with barely-protruding teeth. YUK! This one wasn't so tasty.
Picking up her dainty little head, she fanned out her radar-dish ears and trotted on down the path some more. Swish swish swish! Her downy mane stuck up from the delicate crest of her neck, blonde like the whisp of tail hair at the end of the ridiculously long limb. Tiny hooves left the smallest tracks, hardly bigger than a squirrel's paw. She tried to keep all her legs in line, but sometimes they wouldn't listen and she'd stumble sideways. Nope! Nope! Nope! She was going to be a princess! And princesses didn't stumble. Mummy said so. Setting herself straight again, she started off again, trot trot trot.
She was a pale cream in colour, irregular lines
Je Veux Etre Avec ToiFeaturing Donnaghán & Princess Nuala,Je Veux Etre Avec Toi3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
with mentions of Eir:
Mid-Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Eir's Den
Sweat made his hide glisten, darkening his normally brilliant crimson coat liver even when patches of sunlight filtering down from the canopy above flashed upon him. Urgency drove him forward, against the aches of his bones and the spasms in his muscles. There was no time to spare for trivial, selfish thoughts about his own health. Only one precious life mattered to him, now more than ever, and for her he would suffer a thousand hurts if it meant she returned to him.
He had been traveling for hours but when the sun had just begun to begin its slow descent to its resting place, the chestnut had reached his destination. When
Best. Day. Ever.DonnoghánBest. Day. Ever.4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Duty was tiring. He had been raised to duty, learned to accept it and even in some cases enjoy it, but in the end the it was he exhaustion that always wore him down. He had enjoyed his morning patrol, reveled in the physical exertion of training, and enjoyed the attention lavished upon him before the ceremony, but as the day wore on he found himself becoming more and more annoyed with the constant neediness of those around him. Donnoghán move here. Donnoghán say this. He would for once be glad when he could ignore the directions and act on his own again. However his sire had stressed the importance of the days proceedings upon him. It was needed for the herd to see the line of succession would be assured. He shook his head, feeling the muscles in his neck loosen and stretch. For once he was glad to be absent the extra weight his fully grown rack would add. The velvety horn was however, growing in nicely.
He looked over towards the small doe. She was deli
The Spirit and the LetterFreaturing King Drustanand appearances by most of GlenmoreThe Spirit and the Letter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Early Summer, Year 759 of the New Age
Former Glade of the Great Oak, Glenmore
It should have been raining, another thunderstorm perhaps, or even maybe the sky should have turned a different colour. He would quite like to be struck by lightening himself right about now. His whole world was about to crumble before him, just as the Oak had, and it would be nice if the rest of the world could be at least a little bit dramatic about it. Some sort of cosmic acknowledgement to the catastrophic event about to happen.
Instead it was a bright summer’s day, with friendly puffed white clouds slowly floating across the azure blue sky. Birds trilled in harmony, a fresh breeze playfully ruffled his curls, and the herd stared in silence of complete disbelief as Áillte herself stepped from the Glenwood and drifted towards the King an
Birds of a FeatherAutumn, Year 756 of the New AgeBirds of a Feather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oakfern, The River Swan
Rain dripped down through the trees, heavy and cold, leaving the thick forest floor awash with muck and puddles. Overall, a very unpleasant place to be, especially when you were lost. Corvus squinted through the drizzle ahead, doing his best to navigate around the worse of the puddles, and succeeding in only leading himself around in circles. The border to Blackwood was here somewhere, yes? He puffed out a melodramatic sigh and paused, looking like a wet, frustrated rat.
“Y’just had to go through Oakfern, huh? Couldn’t have gone through Glenmore, no. Instead of being drowned in palomino princesses, you’re just plain being drowned. You’re such a dummy.” he muttered a few choice swears before continuing on.
After a few more minutes of traipsing through the mire, Corvus pulled up short, his nostril flaring. The rain made scenting difficult, but he was sure he caught wind of...
Public Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 1EndgamePublic Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
featuring Tzilan, Étain, Ket and nearly everyone else in Windborne!
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age, Windborne, the edge of Gumtree Hollow
The morning was quiet and the wind was still - strange, for a day in the depths of winter. The sky was clear where there should be a thick carpet of grey cloud and there was no movement in the treetops or the grasses. There should be rain and thunder, the trees should be shaking themselves to pieces, and yet there was nothing. Only the sound of marching hooves.
The Alliance, a group held together by the thinnest of agreements, was marching. There were no fawns with them; this was not a migration, not a return to their former homes. Here strode soldiers and stormbringers, hardened warriors and powerful mages and their eyes glittered like steel.
Now, at last, they were
Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye:iconFawnlings:Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crisp morning air rustled through the spring kissed trees as the little doe closed her eyes at the feeling of its gentle caress. Spring had always been her second favourite season, bested only by the melancholy of Autumn. In this time it always seemed like a breath of life had blessed the land, invigorating it with newfound beauty. It was as if it was a reminder from nature that even when all seems lost, like the lifeless bare trees of winter, hope will always find its way back. Even now, when the sparse food supply in winter had been so tough on the herd members, they were saved by the green blanket of grass that rolled over Glenmore's hills. Looking out over the landscape, Iminyë could feel a small smile creep over her muzzle. It was definitely a peaceful one at that, unlike the many strained painted masks before it. Her first solitary walk of spring had done her good.
Just as she was ready to go back to her residence in the g
King of Ashes, Prince of SootFeaturing King Drustan and Crown Prince RaeghanKing of Ashes, Prince of Soot1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
The Remains of the Great Oak, Glenmore
The sky was dark and the day felt long. The dark prince could not yet tell if it was day or night, clouds covered the sky in a neutral grey color. Was it even midday yet? The little prince skirted the buzzing clearing around the great Oak. His eyes once again lifted to the sky, studying the strange cloud seemingly circling like vultures in the sky. Han shuddered. Whatever that was, it looked foreboding, and it was enough to make him take a step back.
For a moment he wished for his parents, his mother and father to be close to him, to tell him he was being silly and that it was all going to be fine. Afterall, clouds couldn’t hurt him could they?
Han forced himself to relax, taking deep breaths. He continued wal
Flowers in the WindowHuishaFlowers in the Window1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He woke slowly, enjoying the feel of the sun caressing his back despite the light frost that still clung to the blades of grass all around. With careful skill wrought of practice he avoided opening his eyes, just taking the time to enjoy the rare confluence of the refreshing chill breeze and the sun’s warm embrace.
Stretching out his muscles from the stiffness of sleeping in the cold, he could feel Lady Mor’s warmth at his side. It had taken a long time- forever it felt like- to grow accustomed to having her there at his side as he slept, and it never failed to bring a smile to his face and his heart.
Huisha was leaning into Mor playfully to see if she was awake when an unexpected “peep” startled his eyes wide open.
The baby! Huisha was swept up in a moment of panic in fear that he might have squished her- having never spent much any around recently-born fawns she was the smallest he’d ever seen and, to his ever paranoid mind at least, the mo
SnowfallFeaturing Nuala & LonánSnowfall2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Early Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Firefly Glade
She’d been here before. Of course she’d been here before, it was her home, but she’d been here before. Her whole world was light, like a dream, one she’d had more than once. Her magic surrounded her, motes of snow dancing in the air as they gently fell, glowing like fireflies in the light that came from her very soul. It cast a warm pool of pale gold around her, a beacon in the half-light of evening. This time though she knew it wasn’t a dream. She could feel it, real and corporeal.
She cantered swiftly through the forest, her feet finding the path without having to be told where to go. She hardly had to think; she knew where she was going. Every part of her knew. She’d wanted to return
Storm breakStorm break1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age, The Cape
featuring - nearly every Adult Alliance Fawnling!
The Allied Splinter herds massed before him on the smoking black ground that had once been a meadow. His voice was the thunder and as they looked upon the stag - the stag who had caused the destruction and then had the cheek to call them back here - his mane and tail flickered and jumped as though they were stormclouds themselves. His eyes were lit by a strange light and when he stepped towards them, thunder sounded.
They were all here: the handful of fawns who had escaped the attackers, the soldiers who had at first run after them, the weeping mothers and fathers of stolen children. And there, striding towards him with rage and purpose written across every fragment of her bulk, Étain.
“TZILAN! You! You did this! How could you help them take our fawns!? I should never have trusted you. Traitor.
Donnant DonnantFeaturing Donnaghán and NualaDonnant Donnant3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Early Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Northern Glenwood
Waking usually came with a sense of the world, the change between dream and reality. When she opened her eyes, things seemed not to change. Her eyelids were heavy and warm, her senses were dull and lazy, and the world seemed small and close. As if she barely perceived the world, the only thing in existence was that what was around her, and there was the persistent feeling that something else was there but beyond reach.
All she knew and all she had the mind to care for was her dry throat. Close to her was a wooden bowl of water, and so she drank. With that immediate desire sated, she simply sat and waited. Her blurry vision only revealed a den of sorts, with clutter stacked around the ed
Blank Species Reference Sheet TemplateDragon Reference Sheet (Read the hints in Italic then replace them with your own information and erase any leftover tips like this one)Blank Species Reference Sheet Template1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: What’s your dragon species called?
Class: Sharp, Strike, Tidal, Stoker, Tracker, Mystery or Boulder
Trainable? Yes or No (put Yes if it’s an Open species or No if it’s Private and only you can create them)
Tip: Any tips for people who encounter this dragon?
Danger Level: Not dangerous, a bit dangerous or extremely dangerous
Stats (Max stat is 30 for the average dragon; larger dragons like the Red Death and Bewilderbeasts can have stats that max at 60; I used the Dragonpedia to create my stats based on existing dragons: https://www.howtotrainyourdragon.com/explore/dragons )
Attack: This corresponds to their attack with other body parts aside from their mouth and fire, like claws and tail or even spines.
Magic Lesson Pt Two• N A Z A M •Magic Lesson Pt Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Second - - - L E S S O N
Steadily the room filled with rhythmic breathing, the tension melting into nothing as everyone faded away into the deeper parts of their minds. Smiling faintly he turned his ears forward and glanced through the faces, amazed by how many of the youngsters were so focused on the lesson. He’d have to think of something for them to continue while those who could use magic moved on to those lessons. It would be good for the fawns to have something to learn, to achieve, to brag to the peers who did not attend and to look forward to that would keep them out of trouble- as his own eclectic collection were prone to digging up.
“Now, for the older fawnlings, I am sorry children I will find another lesson for you in a moment, “ h
The Danger of HodgehegsThe Danger of Hodgehegs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ow. If her mother were there, the young doe might have cried for sympathy but since she was alone, she just scowled at the spiky little animal that had hurt her nose when she touched it. It responded by curling into a ball. She tried prodding it again, but it simply served to make her nose sting again. It did roll a little way across the grass, and Nuala flicked her ears forward in interest. Rolling? How did he do that! She couldn’t roll.
She watched the prickly creature for a few minutes until it finally uncurled and set off on it’s merry way. Nuala trotted after it, ignoring the baleful look the animal gave her. She was having fun! She didn’t usually get to roam about the herd much during the day, but her father and mother were being very strange and hardly seemed to notice her. Even her young sister seemed far too interested in sleeping than to come and play, so Nuala was left to her own devices.
The sun was climbing higher, and it was a lovely day. The leaves were
Je Ne Sais Quoi RP of the Month, September 2015!Je Ne Sais Quoi4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Pursuing Pursuer Donnaghán and Fleeing Fleer Princess Nuala:
Early Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Northern Glenwood
He sighed as he beheld her, unable to fight the stirring feelings that welled up from deep within his hardened heart.
It was not the first time he had imagined finding her. There had been times before, times when he had nearly been able to touch her, only to have her disappear right before his eyes. Grief - and admittedly anger - had gripped him the first few times, the lingering sensation of the last time he had been able to touch her, the last glint of fear in her eyes when he had turned his tines upon her rising like a wakened beast... He blamed her, blamed the treacherous guardsman who h
Public Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 3HurricanePublic Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 310 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
with mentions of Eilias, Aerandir, Slyz Matky, Neila, Taelen, Eleonora, Ruan, Io, Kaziya and Anabelle|Captured Cape Splinter|Hind/Filly
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
The storm was raging almost beyond control.
TF's Racing Guide : Horse Equipment. Okay, so I am going to start off with say, I do not know everything while I am not an owner/trainer/rider in the industry, I have spent most of my life devoted to it, learning the ins and outs and have many connections within the industry. Next I will say, every horse, every trainer, every person will have their own opinions, and will grow and mature differently. This is a basic guide that will focus more on the aspects of people, horses training, equipment, pedigrees. Let's choose a fine place to start and what finer a place to start than the mouth?TF's Racing Guide : Horse Equipment. 1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There are many different bits used in the racing world, some while the horse is being ridden and others not. But they all serve their purposes and while any bit in the wrong hands can cause damage to the horses most of these are meant to help aid the horse in some way be it performance, handling or training.
Chifney Bits: these bits are the ones we see most commonly used on stallions and young horse sales. It i
The Puppy Princess and the Backwood BullEarly Summer 761The Puppy Princess and the Backwood Bull9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glenmore, Foothills of Ridgeback Range
Myrna and Hagen
Myrna was running away. She always knew this day would come; that she'd be betrothed to some horrible stag and be stuck popping out his babies until she died of old age or boredom. But Lord Svetlikin? The princess hater himself? Surely that was some unique punishment King Compassionate Curls had come up with especially for her.
When it became clear there was no way out of this, she took off.
She'd been so good all season, staying within sight of her guards or asking permission first if she wanted some semblance of privacy or a chance to stretch her legs and run. They'd come to trust her, and she'd taken advantage of that. She felt a pang of guilt at the thought that they might be punished for her action, and another at the thought that the first pair of guards she'd ever liked would never trust her again.
But it didn'
Species SheetSpecies:Species Sheet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kingdom: (example: All animals, bugs, and pretty much anything that can move, be seen, and has a face is from kingdom Animalia)
Class: (example: lions, apes, rats, and many other creatures with fur are of class mammalia)
Order: (carnivore, herbivore, or omnivore)
Common skin color:
Rare skin color:
Common eye color:
Rare eye color:
Method of attack:
Poisonous: (yes or no)
Poison injection method:
Wings: (yes or no)
Wing type: (leather, feather, or a mix of the two, or something else entirely)
Tail: (yes or no)
Tail type: (Same thing with wing type)
Under the face of godBerach and LineeraUnder the face of god2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Autumn, Year 756
Banks of Swan River, Oakfern
It was quiet today. Or was it tonight? She hadn’t been outside for too long.. the days and nights all blurred together sometimes when you were in the caves. Since she had realised there was a little thing growing inside of her, the pale doe had become almost home-bound. Pregnancy and motherhood apparently made her feel unsafe outside of the caves, and the desire to protect her unformed baby had surprised her with its strength. She had not even left Oakfern territory since realising she was pregnant, and she was beginning to feel, if not trapped, then at least slightly constrained. Linna was not the home-bound type, and it ill-suited her to stay cooped up in the tunnels.
She shook her head quickly, trying to dislodge these thoughts. If she was not sure if it was day or night, there were two ways to find out. She could go to the Moonpool and look up at the sky or she could go out. She desperately wanted t