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Is this meant to hint at Ramår beginning to see Ceadaichte Mòir in the distance? If so, would you like to work on a collaborative post? Kaegan is now my only character in the story until we set off through the forest and he hasn't been doing much of anything lately.

Is Ceadaichte Mòir the village where Cathal and Riza and the rest are? In any case, sure! I'd love to do a collab post <3 Just remind me what C. Mòir is again!

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Welcome back to the forums :3

Granted, but every foodstuff and beverage now only exists in pie form.

Sure, but the brakes don't work so everytime you need to stop or slow down somewhere you need to release the gas pedal between ten and a hundred feet before your destination.

I wish I knew how to draw.

French Toast

Fun fact: French Toast in French isn't called toast, but rather lost bread

French toast is delicious btw, how do you prepare it?

A gust of wind blew through the corridor, bending the storm-grass and swaying the trees' foliages. In its stead, a young sylvan was hurrying through the brush, leaving a trail amongst the tall grass. Ramår kept running through the pasture till they arrived at the edge of the cilff. Being shorter than the graminaceous barley-like stems, they saw their vision almost entirely obstructed; and before they could even realise, they were plummeting off the promontory, and down, down, down, towards the rocky plain below. As their speed increased, they tried to throw a loose knot at a tree growing in the cliff, in an attempt to latch on to them and escape the—

The gods' graces being with them, Ramår narrowly averted an untimely and rather gruesome end. Finding themselves flat on their back in dead leaves, they acknowledged the gaping hole they had left in the foliage which had broken their fall. The angle and tint of the sunlight cutting through the canopy left them distraught at the thought of the time they must have been out.

"I can't go back, they thought. Not yet. Not so soon." Searching around, they quickly managed to leave the forest, faring east. The knee-deep layer of humus made walking a tedious process, but they eventually arrived at the edge of the forest. The afternoon sun's light shining at present brightly in their eyes, they blinked, and attempted to sort out their situation. "But if the plateau's up there, what on Tsůnpar is this forest?", they wondered. "Surely there's got to be some way to get back home from here. The cliff is south from here, and this forest is east of me. Surely there's mention of a birch grove in the Dåmar Tůclann. There's got to be." Drawing the synusial description of their nation's land from their felt vest, they perused the lists of groves and geographical landmarks to find out where they could possibly be. But the map's westernmost point was the mountain, the peak of which constituted the edge of the plateau.

Beyond that, the lichen-paper was left blank, save for a straight line with no caption or comment. Ramår only then realised that the forest's edge followed a straight line, which reminded them of their nation's mountain ranges and tree lines. Refusing to give in to nostalgia, they looked around again, frantically trying to locate familiar landmarks. Yet the sun was going down, and already clouds were beginning to cloud their instincts. At last, disoriented and resourceless, they decided to move straight forward in one direction. The south was blocked by the unclimbable cliff of the promontory; the east, a dismal plain in the dawning night, seemed foreboding and exposed. As for the west, that forest, Ramår didn't like the air that came off of it. Though the sylven themselves manipulated forests, planting trees in certain patterns in order to form corridors where sunlight, water and wind could flow towards crops, this forest didn't just seem artificial. Its air was that of undisturbed, undying vegetation, the sap of which grows stagnant and putrid from countless aeons of immobility. This forest lacked the smells of decay and birth.

Hence, Ramår resolved to follow the forest's edge, all the while keeping their distance. They plucked some marram grass from the fertile earth under their feet, and forced themselves to swallow their juices with tsampa and a pickled yam. They started walking. In the distance, northward, the sky seemed lit up with bonfires and torches. Ramår's pace grew more hasty.

If it helps, Ceadichte Mòir is a lumber society that exists because if you cut down a tree in Kingfisher Forest, it's back the next day.

That's so damn cool I love it :3

Riza has an entire wiki page on their history if you want to read it 🤣I don't know that it's cool, but I'm pretty proud of it.

I've started reading it! It's p cool honestly, I like it a lot.

Quick question, what are the Sylven 👀are they just a cultural group of humans? Another race? Sylphs? 👀👀👀👀

Sylven are a cultural group of humans which has grown more distinct, genetically speaking, due to their isolation behind a number of mountain chains. I haven't worldbuilt much into this but I know they speak a different native language, cultivate yams, raise sheep, and manipulate forests by planting trees in a way that maximises the productivity of farmland. They live in isolated communities but share extensive knowledge of the natural world and their immediate surroundings. However, they are shy and taught to be afraid of the outside world.

Do you think I could post my text now? :3

[The Kingfisher is west of us, right?]

Remind me what shadow step is again? Riza sounds so dreadfully cool :3

I'm glad that Ramår appearing fifty meters inside the forest isn't an issue. To be fair, they happen to uproot some marram grass (beachgrass) later on for sustenance, so I could also just have the foot of the cliff be full of dunes and tall-ass beachgrass due to erosion by the corridor's wind or something. That actually sounds better than my original arc :3

Also, I'd like to check whether the locations and directions I've chosen are available/accurate. Basically, south of the village where you all are, there's this mountain range that starts to emerge. There are a lot of plateaus and stuff like that, and that's p much where the Sylven would live. One of the mountains' peak is a promontory over a cliff, the foot of which is within ten meters of the Kingfisher's edge. The Kingfisher is west of us, right?.

If everything's okay with you, I might post my chapter tonight (Paris time :3 ).

No one has been known to have gone through [Kingfisher Forest] that I'm aware of.

This invalidates like half of my character's origin story
I was thinking of having them fall from a promontory, but have their fall broken and death averted by the thick canopy foliage of the Kingfisher. Ramår then gets disoriented when leaving the forest and has no choice but to follow the forest's straight border towards the north, in hopes of finding settled land (wherever you all are, as it happens).

But if they can't fall into the forest, I'll have to just create a seperate grove which won't be on her map either. Now that I think about it, it shouldn't be too difficult to implement. Expect my post sometime tomorrow morning Paris time, then.

Edit: just realised time is relative to your position on Earth. I can't even.

Also we have a lot of trees.

I like.

Waffles are for the weak. I never know how to eat them, like.. with a fork? bare hands? idk at this point. Also you need waffle irons for waffles which is just fecking impractical. Just use a damn pan

By the way, the only permitted and ethically valid pancake & waffle topping is butter and maple syrup. Fight me.

I'd like to suggest this as well :3

Hey friends! It's Áth, acting Councillor for Foreign Affairs for Refugia.

I was just thinking that it might be nice to have a topic concerning our positions on foreign affairs, policies, and embassies, as well as a way for me and the region to exchange and converse. Here I'll be posting updates, polls, and other questions concerning Refugia's rapport to the outside world.

You're very good at communicating in English through text, and your formatting is entirely fine. Please do not worry about this

That's quite the relief, honestly.

All of that is duly noted. This was super helpful Thanks a lot! Expect a post very soon :3

So I'm working on a first post for AVftS, and I was wondering which liberties I have concerning the passage of time between posts, and my character's relation to current events. Take the discussion between Kægan and Cathal: if my character appears for the first time right after Amhas wrote about their converse, are they allowed to, say, bump into Cathal, leading to a possible confrontation, explanation, resolution, and introduction later on? Or is my character's arrival able to take place several days after the previous episode?
On the contrary, is it possible for me to have my character's genesis take place in the Forest or beyond, far away from the main party, and join said party after a few posts?

As always, I'm sorry if my writing or grammar look convoluted or otherwise uncomfortable to read.

Thanks!

Hey there friends! My name is Casimir, but I'm best known as Áth on CalRef's Discord server. I'm excited to be part of the Refugi experience and adventure :3