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  2. Scrivener of the Gods

    Learning about cultures

    @Honey Butter Chloe. Eureka!! https://www.sidechef.com/recipes/1438/Traditional_Chinese_Mooncakes Now time to figure out what to substitute for golden syrup and this paste stuff, because we don't have those where I live.
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  4. crystalsilverwood

    classic rpg games

    Thanks
  5. Argoyle

    Goodies

    All Ahriman's Prophecy goodies are/were save files that you put in your save folder and load with "Return to Quest". Map-replacing goodies were for the Aveyond games, if I recall correctly.
  6. Scrivener of the Gods

    Ask Anything!

    I meant like which game, but okay. Lunch. I second that question.
  7. Hanahime

    Ask Anything!

    Probably the Dreamworld, it looks ethereal-like to me. If you had a million dollars, what would you buy first?
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  9. Scrivener of the Gods

    Ask Anything!

    If it has to be a player character, Galahad. Otherwise the Goddess. Which world map do you think makes the most sense for its respective storyline?
  10. Hanahime

    Ask Anything!

    (This thread seemed like fun. I want to revive it a bit lol.) Strawberry 😋, or any type of fruit. If you were stuck in a tower with a dragon guarding it outside, which Aveyond character do you want to come and rescue you?
  11. Devin91

    Goodies

    well i dont know where i got that gamer goodies and it seems that when you replace the map67 for windows 10 it wont let the normal end game thing go on .
  12. Hey guys! I've made a mobile runner game with a free and paid version. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.fungames.baghdadescape https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.fungames.baghdadescapepremium I would love it if you guys tried the game and gave me feedback. Buying the Premium Version with two extra characters would be massively appreciated by me, as a help to us making more games. So on to the game: It's an Infinite Runner game set in Baghdad, during the siege of the Mongols. It's basically a Temple Run game set in an Iraqi landscape. You have 5 characters in the paid version, 3 in the free version. Along with this, you have Lamps (For Lives), and many more features. Massive thanks if you download it Also a massive thanks to @Meroko for helping to beta the game
  13. Devin91

    help

    yeah saved hepberts wife and have gotten all relics and choosen dragon lord for main character and i have talked to that preistest and its at the truth mirror spot and he doesnt have that choice option come up and i havent gotten anything suggestion about the truth mirror any1 know where or who i gotta and preffer both(place and person or persons) about that so i can go on with the game ? kinda been hard to understand some of those directions in walkthrough . yeah would help if they mentioned their was 2 HEPBERTS 1 in a tower need boat to above devenshire and 1 in devenshire , the 1 in tower should be mentioned in CAPITAL LETTERS and the 1 in devenshire is in lower case mostly , and that part should be around the part for getting the mirror of truth k. Merged posts. Please don't double post. ~Mopiece
  14. darwin

    Mu11berry's Art-ish Looking Things

    Oh my gosh, I love all of these! You captured the AP cast so well, I definitely see what you mean about the art style and I feel like you replicated a lot of its best elements with yours! Also everybody's personality is so obvious from it and I love it. ❤️ i KNOW I should have been expecting the Rhen/Dameon, but the pose and the specifics still caught me by very pleasant surprise and I'm grinning ear to ear looking at it! I love Rhen's profile especially, she looks adorable.
  15. darwin

    In Pieces (RxD oneshots)

    I'm ALWAYS happy to give you opportunities to gush, omg. I'm so glad to hear your process! I'm really happy you kept in those lines. This new chapter is so cute and funny and sweet, omfg. I feel so bad for Rhen (but love reading) as every little thing that could possibly happen, of course, does. She just can't get a break and she really needs one! Luckily she has Dameon to help. I always love reading how you write them helping each other, from the big stuff like talking through their feelings about loss and responsibility to the lighter hearted stuff like this. The fact that they're there for each other through such a broad spectrum of ups and downs really gives a complete image of their relationship and I LOVE it, I love them, I love how you write them! And of course I love how the rest of the party is such a disaster (I really like how you characterized Marge even through just brief mentions, I like her intro to the fic; I love Lars helping "if he's bored enough" - nice balance between early game Lars who would never do anything to help and showing he's changing; I LOVE Te'ijal and Galahad just running even when there's a bunch of glass on the floor). all in all this was such a cute chapter and I love it
  16. Mu11berry

    Mu11berry's Art-ish Looking Things

    @darwin Hahaha! That happens to me all the time, I think we need more allotted likes per day. We have to spread the Aveyond love, right? And aaahh thank you, and thanks and thanks, I love Te'ijalahad, and Rhen/Dameon obviously, and also Stella and uh, all of them, thank you, I try _______________________________________________ Okay so I kinda have a lot of art today because as usual I never remember to post when I actually finish a piece, but this time I let it build up a bit more, heh. I'll keep explanations in the spoiler box with the pics because otherwise this post will be very long and I already posted a really long thing today First, day 24, "character you originally disliked and now love" Day 25, "notp of av3" Day 26, "fave AP character" And I have two arts which I made as gifts for @moonpeace (she probably won't see this tag but I wanted to include it in case anyone wanted a convenient link to her profile, hahaha) And of course RhenxDameon, drawn in a similar style to the AP piece cuz I was trying to practice haha
  17. Mu11berry

    In Pieces (RxD oneshots)

    @darwin Aaahhh thank you! I will now respond to literally everything as usual and it will as usual be heckin long; thank you for this opportunity to rant about what I love. Me Too: Yayy good I am so glad you liked that line, I'm always worried that when I write Rhen being slightly irritated with anyone or anything that it comes across as ME being irritated and I love them all so I really don't mean that, glad it was enjoyable! And thank you aaahhhhh Chocolate: Te'ijal is a treasure and I'm so glad I can do her justice at all! THANK YOU for liking that line, it was one of the ones I fretted over haha. And I'm so glad the chocolate/kiss came off sweet, I feel like a liar confusing Rhen and readers like that but it was for the greater good Reckless: AGAIN thank you, another line I almost deleted 80 times at least. And thank you, that's what I was going for and it's so nice to know it's working a little!! And don't be heartbroken, there is fluff coming up I promise (and some angst later but FLUFF WILL PREVAIL) Given the Choice: Aaahhh you are making me too happy, I will burst. Rhen is my fave, thank you so much for appreciating my feeble attempts to portray her And I'm SO GLAD Dameon's important feels naturally portrayed, sometimes I feel like I'm just writing "AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER! SO MUCH, THEY ARE LIKE BEST FRIENDS AND THEY'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED!! DID I MENTION THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?!??!?!" so it's nice to know you don't feel beat over the head or anything haha. And I appreciate that pun. So much, thank you Do You Mind: Again, thank you for appreciating my characterizations, I love these guys so much. And also, really, truly, thank you for appreciating how I tried to show Rhen working through her feelings in a healthy way. One of my favorite things about Rhen and Dameon is that in canon they have these emotions, which I think are very normal things for humans to feel sometimes, but instead of either of them being like "oh, how cute" they both always try to work through their feelings in positive ways, and that effort is what's celebrated. I always worry with this one that I didn't get that across, so it means a lot to me that you noticed <3 Serious Matters: Okay so I used to always see Rhen's ridiculous decisions that way too, until I decided to talk to the Mountain King like, 4 playthroughs ago I think? And Rhen made that joke and I had to reevaluate my entire life, haha. I'm glad you liked the idea! Back and Forth: Dameon always makes me have feelings too, nice to have someone to suffer with, thanks for joining me. Aahh Rhen's connection to strength is one of my favorite things, and then combined with Dameon's obvious disconnection with it (in the physical form anyway) just makes me <3 <3 And 1) Thank you but 2) I can't really take credit for the idea, it is Dameon's fault. He already has experience with death which I think makes him more prone to this trope, and then also because he's so young and doesn't really have any of the like, stoicism most immortals seem to develop... it just happened itself, you know? Softly: THANK YOU FOR LAUGHING I had too much fun naming all the animals, I shouldn't be allowed to write shorts about pets but here we are. Thank you for appreciating all my stupid fluff haha Ridiculous: Again, this is one that I always worry I didn't make the importance of the "working through it" part clear enough in, so thank you so much for noticing! And thank you so much also for appreciating it, I really can't tell you how much that means to me ________________________________________________________________ Okay I know this post is already long BUT today it has been 2 years since I posted the first oneshot on fanfiction.net so I wanted to celebrate by updating! (I also updated there but I'm much further along, haha) This next piece is fluffy x18209289088208 so prepare yourself. I wrote it to cheer myself up while writing an angst piece and those ones always get more than their fair share of sap, haha. Also, I am too excited right now to focus on looking for typos so sorry if this piece has any, I promise to return to it soon when I have calmed down XD ___________________________________ Cough So, I know Dameon can heal a lot of things and maybe the common cold should be on that list. But... what if it wasn't? And if it wasn't, what if Rhen caught a cold? And what if I wrote a sickeningly fluffy piece about it and threw in lots of horrible teases and wonderfully unrealistic misfortunes that *somehow* turned out fortunate for my shipping purposes? What if? Some non-important details that might confuse you if I don’t mention them: Rhen's Pa (Taylor) is a shoemaker, and the Sedona manor has a dining room and a kitchen, and said kitchen, for whatever reason, also has chairs and tables in it. _______________________________________ She was trying her best to save the world, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that her best was decidedly lacking. For one, she really had intended to leave Sedona by now, but there had been one thing after another, and now— Cough— Now she was— Cough— Sick— Cough— "Rhen, are you all right in there?" Dameon's voice sounded muffled through the heavy oak door. Or maybe it sounded muffled because her head was all clogged up. "I'm fine!" she managed through her dry throat. Cough! "Are you— sure?" She choked down the cough that was trying to escape. "Yeah," she squeaked. "I'm fine." "Oh— okay. Well— um— breakfast is ready." "Okay," she said. "Thank you." And then she grumbled to herself about having to get up at all— and why of all times did she have to catch a cold now? Shouldn't fate grant the chosen one some kind of immunity to stuff like this? Couldn't it just wait until after all this was over? But no, apparently not. Whatever. She was just going to have to suck it up. She pushed the blankets off herself and sat up groggily, and immediately decided it was too dang cold in this house and she was taking her blanket with her, and that was that. She looked around the room for her boots, but she couldn't find them. She was too tired and sick for this. What was the point of shoes, anyway? She felt guilty for thinking it; shoes were her Pa's living, after all. But— blast it! They weren't worth all this trouble. Her head was spinning. She was not going to bother with shoes, not today. She exited the room, barefoot, and slammed the door behind her. It can be difficult to walk down a hall while wrapped up in a large quilt that drags on the ground, especially when said hall is the designated gathering place for a multitude of pets and that multitude includes a tiger and a dog (had No taken her shoes??) and two flappy flying things and also a very cute but very finicky cat. But Rhen was nothing if not perseverant— Okay, all right, stubborn, she was nothing if not stubborn. But anyway she made it through the hall to the kitchen, where Lars, Elini, and Galahad had tried to start an assembly line for piling food on their plates, and where Pirate John and Mad Marge were ignoring all such attempts at imposing order and were stuffing their faces without discretion. Briefly she considered joining the latter group, but her nose was stuffy and her lungs were sore and anyway the floor was cold. She wanted to sit down, and that meant she'd need a plate. So to the back of the assembly line she went. "Good morning, sword singer," Elini said, noticing her first. "I take it you are a bit tired today?" Rhen grunted and grabbed a plate. "M'lady," Galahad began scoldingly, "it is not decent to carry your bedding around like that!" "Mmph," Rhen argued articulately, then forked a couple pancakes onto her plate. Actually she forked most of the remaining pancakes onto her plate. Because she wanted to. "Oh, is that Rhen?" Lars said. "I thought Mad Marge must have a sister I hadn't met yet or something." "Whatever," Rhen yawned. And then she coughed, and dumped a lake of blueberry syrup onto her pancakes. She dodged around Pirate John and Mad Marge— honestly Mad Marge was terrifying and Rhen didn't want to be anywhere near her, ever— and she went to the dining room to sit down. Or she tried to. Instead she nearly ran into Dameon, who was exiting the dining room with his dirty dishes, and she only barely kept her plate of pancakes from spilling all over the both of them. "Er— hi, Dameon," she said with perfect grace and poise and all that (by which is meant, very little of either). "Good morning, Rhen," he said, and backtracked to pull out a chair for her— Except then they were both shoved inelegantly out of the way by a very agitated Galahad, who apparently intended to start his running around the dining room table early today on account of Te'ijal being right behind him— and Dameon's dishes shattered all over the floor, and Rhen's beautiful pancakes mixed in with all the shards of glass, and in spite of all her best intentions her blueberry syrup ended up all over the front of Dameon's robes. She stammered an apology and tried to wipe off the syrup with her hand that wasn't holding a plate, which proved completely ineffective and actually rather counterproductive and also her blanket had slipped off her shoulders and she was cold— "That's all right," he said, and bent down to pick up her blanket. He wrapped it around her again, and pulled her out of the way of Te'ijal and Galahad who were still running and shouting— and then he took her free hand and she was acutely aware of how sticky her palm was and she felt very foolish and clumsy, and he kissed her fingers and she felt even more stupid, and— now his lips probably tasted like blueberry syrup. This cold was making her crazy. He was frowning down at her, and pressing her hand between both of his, and then he put the back of his hand to her forehead, and drew his eyebrows together. "Rhen," he chided, "you're running a fever." She blushed guiltily. "It's just a stupid cold." "You need rest," he said, looking very serious and resolute and also unduly— well, cute, and you know, maybe he was right because she really ought to have a better hold on herself. But she tried huffing indignantly anyway. Unfortunately it came out as more of a cough, and his face did not change. Not even a little. "It won't do anyone any good if you exhaust yourself," he said firmly. So she tried glaring. That was a stupid idea because he never could withstand her glares for very long, and now he looked flustered and his lips were parted and— If nothing else, she had to get ahold of herself so that she didn't get him sick, too. She sighed. "Fine! Fine! I'll rest. After I get more breakfast." She turned on her heel to do that, but he caught her shoulder and she whirled back around to face him— she had miscalculated and there was his face, right in front of her and very close and also very pink— "Don't— don't step on the glass—" he stammered, and then he was interrupted— "DARK CREATURE! WHEN WILL YOU CEASE TORMENTING ME??!" Galahad sped past them again, with Serpent Spawn close behind him, and the fragments of Dameon's plate crunched beneath his heavy boots— "You are so appetizing when you flirt, lambchop!!" Te'ijal answered, neatly leaping over the now-even-more-scattered glass and continuing her chase. Rhen stared down at the glittering shards— there was no way she could leap over them like Te'ijal, especially not in her blanket. "Of all the days to not wear my stupid boots," she muttered angrily, and hit her forehead against the nearest thing— which was Dameon's chest. Which still had blueberry syrup all over it. And now there was syrup all over her forehead. Great. She pouted. "How am I supposed to get out of here?" Dameon looked thoughtful, and then he looked embarrassed, and he had to clear his throat a couple times before he could say, "Well— I could— I could carry you out." She almost laughed. Dameon, carrying her, with syrup all over his robes and her wrapped up in her stupid blanket with her toes poking out the ends— and his arms wrapped around her and his chin resting on her hair and— "Can you even lift me?" He blushed. "I— you— I've carried you before." "What? No, you haven't!" That was impossible, she would remember that. "After battles, when you pass out— I— I have to get you somewhere safe somehow! I— it isn't— um— it’s just—" he stopped himself and seemed to catch his breath and looked down. "I'm sorry, I am being very foolish. I just— would you like me to carry you?" Well. She would like that very much, but for all the wrong reasons. "Yes, please." Too late, it was out of her mouth. He could lift her— she squeaked when her feet left the floor, and his robes were even more sticky than she had thought, and she knew she looked completely ridiculous cocooned in her quilt, with her empty plate balanced precariously in her lap and syrup smeared all over her and her face all pink— because of the cold, of course, and— but— He was so soft and warm. She snuggled into his sticky chest and felt very safe and contented and she didn't even care much when Mad Marge sneered at them as she passed, and Lars shook his head and Elini smirked and Pirate John winked— Actually that last one made her a little uncomfortable and she glared at him over Dameon's shoulder. And then Dameon turned the corner into the kitchen, which was now pretty much empty except for a considerable mess caused by the eating habits of a certain bar maid. Rhen moved to slide to the floor but instead Dameon set her neatly in a chair. And then— he was smiling at her and leaning down and she didn't know if she was terrified or elated— But he only kissed her forehead. Then he laughed, and she noticed that he definitely had syrup on his mouth now. "You are very sticky today," he told her. Then he looked at his robes. "I'm very sticky today!" She started to laugh, but then she was coughing again and— He rubbed her back, carefully, until her chest relaxed and the coughing stopped, and he mumbled, "I'm sorry Rhen, I— I wish I could do more." "Don't be silly," she said hoarsely, absently rubbing at the syrup on her forehead with the hand that was less sticky. "Here, let me—" he said, and before she could quite figure out what he meant he had turned around and was pumping water onto a dishtowel, and then he was turning back around and scrubbing her forehead with it, and then her hands, and she felt clean and also red. Definitely red. She tried to think of something normal to say but all she could think of was syrup, and instead she said, "Don't forget you," and she reached out to poke his mouth— And he was red, too, and finally, finally he scrubbed the syrup off his lips, and now she could stop thinking about it. Actually not really. Actually not at all. He had turned around again, taking her plate this time, and he was putting the last two pancakes on it— only two— and pouring the rest of the syrup on them, and then he slid the plate in front of her, and— "I guess I should go change. And—" his eyes swept over her, "and I'll get you another blanket. That one's all— sticky—" It was, but only on the outside, and it was probably going to get stickier when she ate these pancakes— But he was gone before she could say any of that. The pancakes had gotten cold by now. But they were still delicious. She wanted more. She glared at the empty counters— well, they were empty besides the mess. What she should do was help clean. It wasn't like Mad Marge was going to come back in and do it. And Te'ijal and Galahad were still running around the dining room table and they weren't likely to stop soon (she could hear their shouting, and Galahad's boots crunching the broken glass). Pirate John might be back to help straighten things up later, before lunch, and if he came Elini would come. And maybe Lars would help, if he was bored enough. He probably wouldn't be. She growled, and pushed her chair away from the little table. She didn't know why there were extra tables in the kitchen. For storage, maybe? For servants to eat their meals on? Who knew! She choked back a cough and stood up. The floor was still freezing. She trudged towards the counters, her blanket dragging behind her— Actually it was catching on something. She whirled around to un-catch it from whatever fiendish piece of furniture was impeding her progress— It was just Softly, the cat, chasing after the end of the blanket like she might chase a string, or like she sometimes chased Dameon's robes. "Softly!" Rhen protested. "My blanket is not a toy!" "Meorw!" Rhen gathered her blanket up around her, the same way she had to gather her skirts when she wore those poofy dresses which for whatever reason were so fashionable here in Sedona— but Softly just jumped after the blanket, purring. Purring! "I'm trying to work, Softly!" "Meow!" She huffed angrily, but— the cat kept chasing her! "Can't you go pick on No or something?" "Meow." Rhen tried hiding behind a chair, but Softly followed. Rhen climbed up on the chair— and Softly was still following her! She put her foot up on the table— "Rhen, what are you doing?" Dameon tried to rush into the room, but instead he smacked his head against the doorframe and looked very disoriented and unbalanced and like he was strongly considering falling over— She jumped off the table, letting her quilt fall behind her (to Softly's great delight)— and she slipped under his arm. He was holding a clean blanket so this was no small feat, especially when her head was all cloggy. "I've got you," she said, and then— she coughed violently into his chest. Some hero she was. But he just said, "Thank you," and he rubbed her back again and pulled the new blanket around her— it was very warm, and soft— and Softly promptly left off playing with the sticky blanket and slinked over to bat at the new one. Cough. "You'd better sit back down," he said, but he was still leaning on her dizzily and she scoffed. "You'd better sit down!" Cough! Cough! "Okay!" she relented. "I'd better sit down! But Dameon," she pouted, "Softly won't leave me alone!" He looked down at the cat, who was now making a great show of trying to climb Rhen's blanket like a curtain— not that she was allowed to climb curtains, but she did, either way. Dameon laughed, and bent down to pick up Softy. And Rhen felt a little betrayed, which was ridiculous, but— "She just wants to play," he told her. Rhen glared at the cat. The cat purred back, and rolled over in Dameon's arms to bat her tiny paws at Rhen. No. Rhen was not going to be fooled by this show, this manipulation dressed as charm. "Look at her!" Dameon cooed. He obviously was fooled by this show. Rhen hmphed. Just because she wasn't cute like the cat! She didn't want to look at Softly. She wanted to eat more, and to take a long nap in the sun and wake up feeling warm and not sick— "She wants you to hold her, Rhen," Dameon said, and plopped the cat into her arms. Rhen went rigid. She did not want to hold the cat— Softly's tail brushed against her face. "Hey!" Rhen protested. "Meorrw!" Softly batted at a loose lock of Rhen's hair, and curled against her chest and purred and was very— well, soft. And warm. Which Rhen appreciated. And— she didn't really like glaring that much, anyway, so instead she smiled and looked up at Dameon. "I guess she is pretty sweet." Dameon smiled and looked at least as cute as the cat, and then he said, "Thank you for getting her, Rhen. It— was very thoughtful of you." Rhen blushed, and then he leaned down to kiss her cheek and she felt like her face was going to burn off— and him cleaning the syrup off his mouth had definitely not helped even a little, and she really, really needed to sit down now. Cough! Cough! Softly jumped out of her arms and she coughed harder and harder. "Dameon—" He was already picking her up again, "It's okay, Rhen. You just need rest." "It— hurts—" she coughed, huddling into the blanket, hiding her face in his chest. She knew she was being a baby. It was just a cold. But her throat was sore and her lungs were tired and— "I know, Rhen," he was saying gently. "I'm sorry." And he really did look sorry, which made her feel a bit better even though everything still ached. "Can you— can you make me some lemon water?" "Lemon water?" He was putting her back in the chair, and sitting beside her. "Lemon— cough— and water, and honey. Ma used to make it for me when I was sick." "Lemon water," he repeated quietly to himself. "I can try that." They had a huge crate of lemons— Mad Marge had insisted on it, yelling something about scurvy and landlubbers and other strange words of that sort. Rhen had objected to it at the time, seeing as someone was going to have to carry the crate, but she was glad to have it now. Dameon found a jug, and he started squeezing some of the lemons into it. But he obviously had no idea what he was doing, and he kept dropping the lemons or getting the juice all over his hands instead of in the container. Rhen thought it was very cute and she couldn't help giggling at him, which made him smile and she liked that, too. "I'm going to be all sticky again," he said, trying to squeeze another lemon. He was starting to get it, sort of— And then it slipped out of his hands and onto the table. He grinned at her sheepishly. "Oops." She laughed and picked up the lemon to hand it back to him. But then her stomach growled. And she got an idea that was either brilliant, or stupid. She licked the lemon. It tasted horrible, sour and— sour, just unforgivingly sour— But the juice felt so nice going down her throat. So she licked it again. Dameon stared at her. "Is that— good?" "It's wonderful," Rhen said, now peeling the lemon to get a wedge. He watched her eat it, and then, hesitantly, peeled out a wedge of the lemon he was squeezing. He slowly brought it up to his mouth, and bit down— And his face puckered, which was an entirely new expression for him, and Rhen laughed and leaned towards him without thinking about it— Cough! Cough! She was going to lose a lung this way— Cough! "Rhen—" He stood quickly, and he was rubbing her back, and checking her temperature— "You really should be in bed." Her chest was too sore to argue. She held out her arms and he picked her up, carefully, like she was made of flower petals, but she didn't mind today because she felt fragile. She felt like she might come apart starting at her lungs— and this was the third time that he was carrying her, and she thought maybe she'd have to start making him carry her everywhere. Maybe not. Maybe she'd better make these decisions when she didn't have a fever. She ought to at least wait until she wasn't cocooned in a blanket like a very large and helpless caterpillar. When he got to her room he had to fumble with the doorknob— she didn't know why she felt the need to slam her door this morning. But he got it open, and he carried her inside and laid her gently on her bed, and kneeled beside her to help arrange her blankets. And she was coughing again— "The lemon water—" she remembered, and tried to sit up— "I'll bring you a glass," he promised, brushing her bangs out of her face. "But I'm— still hungry, too—" "I'll bring you food." He didn't even look annoyed, that was the strange part. "Please, Rhen. Rest. You can go back to saving the world tomorrow." "I don't know— if I can." So far it wasn't working out so well. "I do." His voice was soft but his gaze was firm— he really believed she could, even after all the disasters she'd been a part of. Like today, today definitely counted as a disaster. But— It was hard to doubt him, when he looked like that. And he was always beside her, helping her through all her messes, even when all he could do was rub her back and try to squeeze the juice out of a bunch of stupid lemons. She settled back into her pillows. He was going to take care of her, her best didn't have to be enough for today. She wanted to say thank you, for all of that, but she didn't know where to start and she didn't have the patience, so she held out her arms towards him and muttered, "Come here." He did, very hesitantly, and she hugged him and kissed his cheek. And if he could have just kept his mouth in a straight line after that, she might have been able to forget about it and sleep, but instead she thought of the little o his lips made for the rest of the day.
  18. Mu11berry

    Silly Aveyond Shorts

    @Ishti Never fear, thankfully the cookies were burnt and nobody had to actually consume them XD It seems the Goddess really was watching out for Te'ijal and Galahad after all
  19. Mickychi

    Ean's Transfigures

    @alekto.luxeris My interpretation on the transfigurines was that it was the Oracle was planting them, if not her it would have to be some other powerful party in my opinion. Whoever planted them though must have had some vested interest in Iya and Ean succeeding. I don't believe there even is an event in the game that ties or explains it, rather it's just left to players to make assumptions. This could be on purpose as I got the impression that the ability (to fully control it) was rather rare, with the only other figure who knew about it and possibly had the ability to use the transfigurines is the Woodsman. I kinda just figured "It's rare so not a lot of people even are aware of it" was the line of thought. However, I have to agree it would have been great to see more events at least questioning the ability - Ean can walk around town as a monster and no one reacts is always funny, but at the same time some of those creatures would have citizens running for their lives. I would especially love to see this with the large chicken, I can't remember the exact name, transformation at Grimm's farm - the workers in the orchid had a handful of the chicken it would have been funny having them panic that another chicken came to the farm. My personal pet peeve about it is it's never addressed in the game endings:
  20. alekto.luxeris

    Ean's Transfigures

    Just to be sure I understand what you meant by "there's not much more to them": After you defeat the Cyclops, there's a conversation in which Rye asks if perhaps someone is planting the Transfigurines on purpose, and Ean suggests that maybe someone in a village/city might know more about them. Yet, even though I've played this game a number of times, I don't think I've ever come across anyone who even brings it up--I think Gulliver might make a random comment during the quest to restore the original Beast back into a human, but it doesn't have any substance to speak of. Is that all that was ever put in, or did I miss something somewhere? It would be really interesting. The only one I've found who talks about it is the Woodsman when you get the first Transfigurine, and it has always seemed to me to be a bit of a loose end, story-wise; there's simply next to no explanation or discussion, especially considering Rye and Ean keep mentioning it (if I remember correctly) when finding the other Transfigurines as well--some of them at least.
  21. Scrivener of the Gods

    Of Fate and Choice (Aveyond 1 Fanfic)

    This is actually really good. To me it has a nice mix of humour and emotion, although more emotion than humour. Can't wait for the next chapter!
  22. Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic (first story, really) but Aveyond 1 has always been my favorite videogame. Not even my love for final fantasy could beat it 😆 If you know the Aveyond fanfic "Uncertainty Principle" by Blurble, this was heavily influenced by it. So if you see anything similar, I'm sorry in advance (bows) I tried my best to make it differently. Anyways, I LOVE THAT FANFIC! Thank you very much to Blurble for that 😀 So without further ado... Rhen x OC or Rhen x Lars Fanfic!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Above the grassy hills of Aveyond, While a soft breeze was calmly blowing, In the temple of the sun where light was blindingly shining, Decisions were made, Thoughts not conveyed. "I'd like to marry Dameon." The purple haired swordsinger said, as she looked expectantly to the sun priest, her eyes wide and shining. 'I love him. I really do. Even Danny could not make me feel the same way he does.' Rhen thought it through. It was obviously the best choice. She didn't want to be a hermit. She would probably miss her friends too much. She'd rather be dead, than live alone for the rest of her life. Going back to Clearwater was clearly crossed out. Nothing was there that she wanted to hold on to. Her parents, or adoptive parents, had lied to her all this time, she had forgiven them though. But she no longer wanted the life she used to dream of. A life as a housewife... thats not anything the present Rhen wanted now. Third option, and still not appealing to her at all, was being the queen of her real parents' kingdom. She had no intention of ruling anything, much less a kingdom. She was nothing but a girl who saved the world, how would that help in restoring a broken kingdom? The only bright side in that though, is being with Dameon, who was presently smiling widely. No one knew though, what thoughts were currently running through his mind. But... There's actually a fourth option, however she didn't know how, exactly, she felt about it. The Oracle clapped her hands in a slow and gentle way. She approached the couple and said, "Congratulations to the new king and queen of Thais! You have my blessings." Everyone clapped along the old woman enthusiastically, their faces however showed different kinds of emotions. None of them were truly happy for the two. Tei'jal and Elini looked at each other, then stared at a certain green-haired boy. Galahad and Captain John looked directly at the sun priest, who still kept his big smile. Mad Marge clapped the loudest, but had an indifferent expression. Lars clapped weakly, and had a strained smile on his face. His head was full of questions, full of regrets, full of emotions. Wasn't he a choice? Even if he was only a best friend to her, why was he pushed to the sidelines? Why didn't she choose him? He should've asked for the answer. He should've told her everything. He should've been given a chance. 'But I never really DID stood a chance, huh? No matter what I do, it will still be Dameon who she will choose in the end.' He thought bitterly. The clapping slowly went to a stop. Lars immediately went forward and hugged Rhen. The swordsinger hugged him back. She knew what her choice meant. She knew that this would mean she would hardly see her friends anymore. But she won't regret it. She was sure she won't. "I'm sorry Lars. It looks like I can't fulfill my end of the bet after all." Rhen told Lars as they broke away. Her head bowed down, unable to look at him in his eyes. Her head whipped up in surprise, however, when she heard him laugh at her softly. "Then that only means one thing." He said smiling at her. "I'm going to win and I have bragging rights over you." Rhen laughed at his antics and stuck out her tongue. "Fine, I admit defeat this time. But do me a favor." She said seriously. "Please-" "Abolish slavery for me." Lars cut her off. "I know. It has always been what you wanted. And who am I to say no to the queen of Thais?" He grinned cheekily. "Thank you Lars." Rhen said with full honesty. "Anything for my best friend." Lars replied. "Well then, I hogged you for too long, your fiancee is waiting." He said while shooing her away. She only laughed in response and faced her other party members who came and congratulated her and Dameon. After that, Elini and Tei'jal immediately went to Lars' side. "Human, it is unfortunate that it is the sun priest that she chose. The summoner and I had always chose you for the girl. However, the girl appears to have other plans." Elini nodded in approval. She suddenly smiled, and had a certain glint in her eyes. "But do not worry, northener. We are willing to help you gain her heart." Elini showed him a bottle, half full of a special pink liquid. The two women grinned at each other, a plan formulating in their heads. Lars smiled at the two. He appreciated their concerns, and their slightly evil plans. But. "I only see her as a friend. Even if I did see her as anything more, I don't deserve her. All I want is to stand by her, to keep being her closest ally. I won't be able to forgive myself if I did anything to hinder her happiness." Lars told the women. "But we all see how much you care for the girl. It's impossible for it to be only friendship." Tei'jal said, slightly surprised that her intuition could be wrong. "I agree. You love her, she does too. I have no idea why the two of you are pushing each other away." Elini crossed her arms, while Tei'jal nodded in approval. "I'm sorry, but you're wrong. Don't you see that she loves Dameon?" Lars asked the two. "T-that's just infatuation. Surely she'll leave him before the wedding." Elini said, not entirely sure herself. "No matter what happens, I will support Rhen in whatever situation she'll be in. Whether today, or in the future." Lars said with resolve and left the two to their own musings. The women stood still for a while, looked at each other, and shrugged. "I still find it hard to believe that those two fail to realize how they are meant for each other." Tei'jal thought out loud as they both watched the boy walk out of the temple. "They have spent years fighting, laughing and colliding with each other. Yet, they always seemed to find a way to numb their own thoughts and feelings." Elini added, as each of their party members moved to congratulate the new couple. "I'm still team Larshen though." Tei'jal said. "I am too. Except it's team Larhen." Elini countered. They glared at each other for a bit, then laughed. Elini then moved and stuck close to Captain John, who had started to tiptoe out of the room in an attempt to escape the Veldtian woman. Likewise, Tei'jal encircled her arms around Galahad, preventing him from moving away. The two women proceeded to congratulate the couple, with their men in tow. With one same final thought before they said their goodbyes, Tei'jal and Elini looked at each other. 'Having a man by your side is still the best way to go.'
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  24. Happy2lucky

    Please put original aveyond on steam.

    Just stumbled across this topic, and was wondering how things were coming along? I'm thinking of buying Aveyond 1 and 2 soon, but if they're coming to Steam at some point in the not-too-far future then I'll hold off until then. Thanks!
  25. Mickychi

    Hello. And a couple of questions.

    Even if you don't know the exact email, but know the name you can contact the order support forum here. But I can understand big fish being easier for purchase history - just don't forget to sign up for an account and be logged in when you make the purchase. Other than that I hope you enjoy the game - I personally love it myself And if you need any help you can ask on the forums here.
  26. Happy2lucky

    Hello. And a couple of questions.

    First of all, thank you for your reply! I think it would probably have been my mum's email, since I was so young. And I think the first time it was bought direct from the developer at full price, while the second time was from a third party at a reduced price. I'm thinking that it may just be simpler to buy it again - Big Fish Games are selling it on the cheap and if they save my purchase then that'll make life easier in the future. And yeah I agree with you about supporting the developers - but having paid full price in the past, I don't feel too guilty about picking it up for cheap this time. Thanks again! I'm excited to 'seriously' play through the series for the first time!
  27. Mickychi

    Hello. And a couple of questions.

    First off do you remember which email you used to purchase it? Or if you remember the name under which you made the purchase you can contact order support and they can look it up for you - I'm not sure if this is only for purchases on this site or other sites as well. Do you remember where you made either purchase? Order support link: https://aveyond.com/help/order-support-form/ Other than that Big Fish Games I believe also sell the Aveyond games, including Aveyond 1 cheaper on there site if you have to purchase again - usually I would suggest supporting the game by purchasing from the developer to support them. If you sign up for a account there you'll also have an easier time accessing purchase history as they store that data for members.
  28. Hello, nice to meet you all. So here's my story: I first played Aveyond (Rhen's Quest) as a child, I don't know, let's say at the age of 9. I didn't get very far. Unfortunately the PC that it was on was replaced at some point so then i couldn't play it anymore. Later, I stumbled upon Ahriman's Prophecy, and seeing that it was free, I downloaded it and completed it; this would have been around the age of 12 or 13. Soon after, I think I bought Aveyond again, playing it and getting a lot further than I did previously, but still not getting particularly near the end as far as I know. I'm 19 now and recently Aveyond crossed my mind again, and I was surprised to discover that this site actually seems to be quite active! Among other things, I'm also surprised that these games are still getting so much love and I'm particularly interested in that Ahriman's Prophecy reboot that someone is making. Anyway, I was wondering just how active everything here is? And I just came to say hello, really. I'd like to play through AP again, and then at some point get through Aveyond 1 (which as I've said, I never completed) as well as all the others which I've never even played. Also, is there any way to restore purchases or something? Because I've paid for Aveyond 1 at least twice now and although I want to play it again, I can't seem to bring myself to pay for it again, at least, unless I know that this will be the last time. I know some of the later games are on Steam, which is great because then you know once you've bought it, it's yours forever. But what about these earlier ones? Hello again, and thanks.
  29. rujash

    Hero Action Creator

    The closest I've got to this is: Create a Google Forms asking for "ActionName" "Summary" "NumberOfFields" "FieldType" "FieldTypeFunction" "FieldName" "FieldQuestion", record the answers to a sheet file. Download sheet file. Open MS Word and select as MailMerge sheet file source. Paste the HeroKit Action template in the MS Word document and place the MailMerge fields appropriately. MailMerge Finish > Edit individual documents. Save. Mass convert files to .cs. That's Fields done, but I couldn't wrap my head around implementing multiple fields easily in this method. Doing the actual action file would basically have me coding in Google Forms, which made this not worth it. So I've given up on it.
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