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  1. BuryTheCastle

    Savefiles.... again.

    Right now I'm trying to back up my savefiles for Aveyond, and I have all of them saved, except for the first one- it doesn't show up in the same place as the other ones. Could someone tell me how to find it?
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    Savefiles.... again.

    Still noyhing...D: I guess I'll just replay it.
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    Savefiles.... again.

    Windows XP, and I tried all of those and they didn't work.
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    Transfering Savefiles

    Thanks- I was trying that last night. Now I know I won't screw up the game.
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    Transfering Savefiles

    My computer recently went insane an made it impossible for me to open up the internet on my user, thus forcing me to make a new one. Is there any way for me to be able to move the files over to the new user? I know if the internet worked I could upload them, but that's not possible. I do have a flashdrive, but I'm not sure how to transfer that kind of thing over and then get it so the game recognizes that it's there. I downloaded Aveyond from Verizon Games on Demand.
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    Avvies and Siggies (remade)

    Oh. It is? I'll work on that.
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    Avvies and Siggies (remade)

    I just made my first avvie-siggie set. And I'm quite proud of it.
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    The Story Continues......(Part 1 Finished)

    Dang. I can't beleive that it took me this long to comment. Bad BuryTheCastle, bad BuryTheCastle... Erm, anyway, it's so nice to see an AV2 story. A lot of people here seem to hate it with a burning passion, and most of the stories here are either about AV1 or 3. You have a very nice plot going on here, and you're writing is very smooth. Good job! I'll be following this story from now on.
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    Cold, Crossing Winds

    Thanks! AV2 is quite good, just a bit bland at times. But it kept me very interested the first time I played- and I like it enough to try on expert (not fun, not fun at all. *Shudders remembering trying to fight the wyverns*)
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    Cold, Crossing Winds

    You know how a lot of people are complaining about AV2- how its characters are flat, how the plot is bad? I'll agree, some of the characters are quite boring, and the lpot could be better. So I'm going through and rewriting everything, in prose form, more developed. Enjoy!
  11. Haha.. judging by them amount of mistake I make, I'm still new I downloaded AP yesterday to play with a friend, and we decided to switch who gets too play often. When my friend was playing she went into the area outside of Eden where you can get attacked, and when the tutorial for how to battle came up she skipped over it! So we both had to test our monster-dodging skills unitl I decided to start over just to see how to fight.
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    Cold, Crossing Winds

    In a cavern formed with ice, she paced impatiently. A scowl marked her face, anger flashing in her dark blue eyes. Her pale arms were crossed across the front of her indigo colored gown. "Wart!" she shouted, her shrill voice echoing around the cave. "You abominable imp, where are you? Show yourself!" Her eyes narrowed into a glare as a flash of light filled the room, reflecting from the pillars. She shielded her eyes from the light, hearing a sharp giggle. As her arms fell an imp appeared in front of her, grinning manically. Why, of all creatures, am I forced with an imp? Why? She asked herself. She had questioned it before, had almost killed the imp once out of frustration- but she knew to kill an imp was to destroy oneself. She wasn't stupid, she knew that. And it was pretty clever, just a bit... off, in the mental facilities. "Stop giggling! Have you found me a kingdom?" she demanded. Pride flashed in Wart's eyes, so the Snow Queen knew he had succeeded. She was excellent at decoding emotions, after all. "Yes, your Majesty, I've found a kingdom in a land far to the east." She was right. “A kingdom of snow and ice, just as you requested.” She smiled, for the first time in a while. Maybe this one wouldn’t turn on itself, wouldn’t fall into the depths of which it formed. And hopefully she wouldn’t have to share her throne this time. She rolled her eyes at the memory of the Mountain King, her “husband” and fellow ruler from the last kingdom Wart had found her. After ruling together for decades she had finally given him his true fate- he was sealed inside a block of ice for eternity. The only downside was that Thornkeep, their village, had succumbed to his final wave of anger... and all that was left was a large crater. “-It is called Shaenlir,” finished Wart. He focused his ruby eyes on her. “Your Majesty... are you listening to me?” The Snow Queen straightened her neck and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. “Yes, I was. I just got... a bit distracted that is all. Anyway, I will take it as my own.” “Now that I have helped you, I want the jewels you promised me. May I have them?” She sighed. She had almost forgotten about her silly promise. It was the only way to get him to search after Thornkeep’s downfall, really. She never intended to fulfill it. “Of course not!” she snapped. “I have other uses for you. Complete them and I may let you live.” Goddess, these things are so thick. And greedy. And... “I am a poor imp with few powers, what need have you of me?” Quit your whining, will you? I have bigger things to care about than your self-pity. She almost insulted him, almost warned him to stop. But another fact echoes in her head- imps were vain. They didn’t like to be insulted. And she knows, with a bit of luck, the imp before her could easily drain her life with one blow. Wart didn’t know that, of course- but he could. “You have the magic of trickery.” Like I don’t. “It’s not enough to rule the world, but I can use it to make one kingdom bow at my feet.” It wasn’t, she knew that. But the imp believed her- at first. Then rage filled his eyes. “This wasn’t in our bargain! Give me my reward!” “Patience, Wart. I’ve waited years for this. Not long ahead will you receive your reward,” she said, as if she were talking to a young child. Which Wart was, for an imp. “No! I’ve helped you more than you can count! I’m sick of this. ” So she cracked. “Fine, take your silly reward!” she yelled. Gripping the snow flower she had received from the Mountain King- an object that helped channel her magic- she cast a simple anamorphous spell, changing Wart into a human. Right away he jumped back, and then looked around at everything, most likely surprised at seeing things with his dull human senses. “What have you done to me?” he asked with more venom than she had ever heard him use. “I’m... human!!!” She grinned. “No, you are not just any human, Wart- you are my new Master of Arms.” She almost laughed at Wart's expression- a mix of confusion and rage. 'You will stay close to me and allow me to use your magic to control the kingdom of Shaenlir." She saw the rage in his eyes; saw the temptation to do something horrible. "Oh, and Wart... if you kill me, you will never regain your true form. Be a good servant and I may, eventually, let you go." How wonderfully her little breakdown went- the imp was now forced to stay with her. "Nooooo!!!" he shouted, his cries echoing around the room and making an unbearable noise. And then, ten years later she stood in the same room, waiting as she had before. She had been ruling Shaenlir for ten years. And at first she had been satisfied. But...It wasn't enough, she knew that. One kingdom wasn't enough for her. She wanted them all. It wouldn't work. The thought had only recently crossed her mind. What chance did an old mage and an imp have of reaching such a feat? None. A great though had come to her one day. She could steal power from another. How easy it would be, how simple- she had done harder things. All it would take was a flick of her wrist, and willingness, of course. So she sent Wart out, again, to find a powerful magic wielder who hadn't yet come into their powers. It was an ability he had only recently discovered. It was very reliable, though- Shaenlir children would line up for hours just to see if they had any magic. Wart hated it, but the Snow Queen often laughed at it. How pathetic they could be- making such a big deal out of magical talents. She was broken from her thoughts by a bright light- Wart was back. "What news have you?" she asked in a calm, even voice. The imp's emotions were much harder to read in this new form, though she couldn't really complain. And she had figured out from the beginning he would find at least one person- there were many magic users in the world- there had to be at least one that was willing to forget their past life. "I discovered an elf girl of great magical potential," he answered stiffly. There was no emotion is his voice- there never was anymore. "Has she come into her powers yet?" She knew the answer would be no, as Wart wasn't stupid. He knew the wielder had to still be powerless. But she asked anyway, to make sure he wasn't fooling her. "No, your Majesty. She does not know she can use magic yet." This would have been the point, years ago, when Wart would have asked for his reward. But he knew now he would never get it, that he was bound to her forever with no escape. "Good. She will make an excellent sacrifice." "Now that you have what you want... will you turn me back into an imp? Will you... let me go?" She could hear pain in his voice, she could hear longing. Because creatures never did well in different forms. And he knew that her answer would be no before he even said it- she could tell. "No Wart, your part in this has just begun."
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    where is shadow woods?

    Your welcome.
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    You have to rescue Vohu Manah, the druid of Music, before you get a "key" to open it.
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    where is shadow woods?

    What do you mean? There isn't supposed to be a bridge going to it. Shadows Woods is south of Thais- you enter it from the forest next to a little village.
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    Aveyond Characters *SOME SPOILERS*

    sandstorm1998- I've always wondered that too... it doesn't really make much sense, does it? Oh, and I just remembered: since Edward is descended from Dameon who was Talia's son who was half-fairy... doesn't that make Edward (very little) part fairy? So he doesn't beleive in himself? :laughing:
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    Calling Bird

    A poem for a story that I'm working on. This is the best poem I've written. Ever. ~ The slow and steady beating, Of the bird's mighty wings, Echoing over the valley, Like a soft, beautiful hymn. Lift your wings and fly, It's time you left the ground, And soared to new heights, Beyond all you've ever known. The end is coming near, A storm is brewing out there. But the calling bird won't cower in fear, Because above the darkness, Light gathers. Lift your wings and fly, Feel the air in your face. Because when you are airborne, The possibilities are endless. So close your eyes and slip, Your wings will grow. And when they open again things will have changed. You will have changed. You are the calling bird.
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    Book Page

    The book person is in Ghalarah, not Thais. You can find him in the big house in the eastern part. He's on the soecond floor.
  19. It's not really a mistake, but every time I play AV1, I run into about a thousand spiders trying to level up. And I forget to save so I end up practically restarting. Also, right now I'm replaying AV2 on expert mode and I'm trying to get to level 99. I'm at Wyvern Pass and it took me way too long just to kill one. So, I dumbly thought I could go back into the sewers and level up until I reached level 20, then the last three would be easy! I forgot that monsters respawn when youl eave the map. So I had to fight that wyvern again- not fun.
  20. I've had this idea for a really long time, so I decided to write it. I also have this posted on Fanfiction.net, but since there are more Aveyond fans on here... *shrugs* WARNING: MAJOR theories going on later. Read if you dare- you may be overloaded with theories (Oh noes! Run away from ze theories!) Disclaimer: I don't own Aveyond ~Prologue~ Everything about his location was odd, thought the man standing in the mighty ruins. The rays from the half-moon seemed to tumble from its source in thick waves, but stopping abrubtly a few feet above his head as if there was a barrier there. The air was thick and heavy and tasted heavily of must. Even the sounds were strange, as there was a faint howling in his ear. Part of it probably was his weakened human senses, things had been much clearer when he was a vampire. Still, they didn't call this the ruins of the Demon Caves. "M-Master, is this the place?" asked the trembling boy beside him. The man sighed. Why he had taken in the boy was a mystery to him. The child had no backbone- he trembled at the sight of spiders. Still, the man thought, he was a demon summoner, and his only hope. If he could hold on long enough, that is. The first two demons that were summoned had drained his energy so much that standing was a tremendous effort- the man could see his legs trembling. "Yes," the man sighed. "And it is time now." He backed up to the exit of the cave. "Her name is Indra, by the way." The man stood, arms crossed, and waited. He knew how the summoning would go- at least, he thought. This time he knew to stand back, a privlage that the cowardly boy didn't have. From his posistion he could see the long, angry burns covering the back of the boy's legs. The boy stood extremely still, though what he was actually sdoing was a mystery to the man. Suddenly, the cave was filled with ice. The man heard the boy yelp and try to jump back, but he was frozen in place. A dark cloud of ice sped around the room, until it stopped infront of the boy. Slowly, the ice filling the room faded as the cloud became solid, slowly inching up from the floor. Soon, an ice sculpture of beautiful woman was in front of the boy. Is this it? Thought the man angrily. If the boy had messed up.... Gasping for breath, the man heard the boy weakly shout, "Indra!" before he fell to the floor. A cold wind blew through the room, blasting the man's black hair behind him. The ice sculpture woman, stirred, then the ice shattered, and and actual woman was standing before him. She took one step forward, her steps smooth. "Hello," she said in a quiet, fluid tone. "It is good to be out again. It has been so long since the last time..." The man noticed how beautiful the woman- or, more accurately, the daeva- was. Her long icy blue hair flowed smoothly to her waist where it met her creamy blue gown. Her skin complemented both colors, being only a slightly darker shade than her hair. "I assume my brother Saurva has been summoned, also?" "Him and Agas," the man replied. "I have sent them to...retrieve, if you wish... another." The next words he spoke were in an urgent whisper. "You know of the orbs, right? And Darkthrop?" A smile appeared on Indra's icy-blue face. "Yes, I do. I may be a daeva, but I know as Daena. Holding her soul allows one to know such things." It was odd the way she smiled, how it seemed like she was daring you to think she liked you, while she was scheming on the inside. The man leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. Indra listened. The two were so locked in conversation that they didn't notice a fiery disruption in the air- how could they, considering the warmth of the desert? No, Indra only realized someone else was with them when he was just behind her. "Dear brother," she said, leaning back away from the man. "How nice of you to join us." The man turned to face Saurva. "It worked, right? You found him?" The daeva nodded. "It was easy." Saurva grinned. "So, what is next?" "Yes," Indra added. "What is next?" She drew her cool hands around her. "I do hope it does not involve staying out in this desert for much longer. I cannot stand heat." Indra looked to her brother. "How did you tolerate it out here?" She stared at him for a second. "Oh, right." "Wait," the man said. "Where is Agas?" Saurva's jaw set. "He stayed to see if the enchantments worked. You know, the druid's?" "Oh, yes." "He does not trust him, does he?" Indra asked. "I do not blame him. Remember the last time there was a druid with us?" Saurva nodded. "And Agas does not like anyone." "Poor Agas," Indra said softly. "He is too young to realize the truth." She lifted her head and turned it to look sideways at Saurva. "Do you remember when we were first turned? We did not believe it was true." And with that a shadow came over Saurva's usually cheerful face. It was always like that when their daeva transformation was mentioned. The man stepped in between them. "Enough," he said loudly. "We need to focus on our task at hand." "Wait," Indra interrupted. "What of the other daevas? Are you going to use them too- or just us three?" She saw the man's eyes widen as he turned and ran back into the cavern, to the body of the boy. Indra turned and ran after him. "Indra," he whispered urgently. "Heal him. Now." Indra knelt beside the man. "Why?" she asked. "Why does he mean anything to you?" The man's jaw set. "He is a demon summoner. A powerful one. That's how I summoned you Agas and Saurva." "Alright.." Indra said with more than a little uncertainty. "But I have never tried to heal anyone besides myself- well, I did heal Saurva once, but he is a daeva- so it may not work too well." "Just do it," the man said through clenched teeth. "It will take a lifetime to find another with his power." Indra closed her eyes tight and placed a hand on the boy's chest. She could feel his breathing- uneven and slow. She went inside herself and trickled energy out of herself, into her hand, into the boy... A choking sound brought Indra to reality. The boy was sitting up, not quite alert but with much more life than she had seen in him before. She was surprised how well her healing had worked- she never had quite mastered that art. No, when a davea was hurt, Zarich was always the healer. For a second the boy simply sat, stunned, jis eyes unfocused. Then, he gave alittle shudder. "No," he whispered softly. "Not more." The man smiled, a mischevious smile. "My boy, we are just getting started." Indra knew that look. It was the same one she had seen on the face of Ahriman, the deity who had sent her to retrieve the druid Daena's soul. "Gyendal Ravenfoot," she said quietly. "What are you planning?"
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    Aveyond: The Darkthrop Prophecy (Fan-made interperatation)

    Okay, so I have some good new and bad news. The bad is that I will be away for a week, at a camp with barely any electricity, so I can't update at all. But, it may bring me some new ideas, and there's about three hours of free time every day, so I might be able to write a bit then. And, I'm currently working on a scene for the second, or possibly first, depending on how long it is, chapter.
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    Power acorn?

    I'm pretty sure it's supposed to increase a character's strength... I never found them that useful.
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    Seven Simple Words

    .. it made you laugh? I'm not going to ask. And I agree that the first paragraph is definately my favorite.
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    Seven Simple Words

    A story I wrote a while ago. It's nothing much, but I sort of like it. ~ Your head doesn't feel right if it's not your own. In fact, nothing feels right if you are sharing your body. Your arms twitch from some unknown force, your legs quiver from the pressure of two brains, of two souls, melted together in one body. Your lungs burn from the effort of constantly holding in your breath. And your head is the worst part. The only place that was private to you is now gone, combined, with another's thoughts. And to think that this came of you when you stumbled upon an old tree... It was summer, a warm summer, with a slight breeze that pressed your light clothing and your sticky, sweaty skin. Your thick, curly red hair flew behind you. "Let me fly!" it insisted. "Let me fly!" And even though flying sounded mighty good to you, you willed yourself to stay on the ground. You walked against the wind, keeping your eyes on the crystalline blue sky with the large yellow sphere. A bird let out a sharp "Caw!" above you and circled the trees. It dipped and soared next to you, and you could swear that it winked at you. You giggled, but then slammed against a hard surface. Wincing, you stepped back... ... And gasped. Spread above you was a huge tree, its branches spiraling up to the sky, touching the sun. For a second you considered climbing it, just to see if you could reach up and feel your fingers brush against the smooth sky, but then you realized that the tree had never been there before. Before you could tihnk about this, though, a booming voice called out your name. You turned around on your heel, expecting to see a man approaching you, but you saw nothing but seemingly endless rows of rolling hills. The voice called out again. This time you turned and brushed your fingers against the smooth, even surface of the bark. The voice spoke again, saying that it grants life, it grants happiness, it grants dreams. You squinted at it and asked in a small chirp, "How?" The tree said that all it needed was company, that it was lonely in its task. You said without thinking, "I will keep you from being lonely." All of a sudden, a gust of wind stronger than any other blasted you in the face. You clawed at the tree, trying to keep yourself from flying away. At first your fingers grazed the surface, but then it vanished. You thought you would for sure fly away and join the birds, but the wind stopped and all that you felt was a faint tingling feeling. You realized that the wind was being absorbed into your skin! When it stopped, a chilling voice laughed in your head. You ran to the lake behind where the tree was and sobbed. Your skin, which used to be beautiful ivory, was now a dark blue. Your clothing, which used to be dirty and caked with mud, was elegant and smooth. You took a deep breath, and immediately wished you hadn't. You were hit with a huge wall of items- feathers and leaves and patches of fur. You were a monster all because of that tree. That tree had tricked you, and now you drew in the souls and lives of things everywhere with each breath you inhaled. With each exhale a gust of wind flew through your mouth, destroying all that was near it. But you are not done yet. Each day you lie in wait of someone to set you free of this...this prison of spririt. It is the only thing that keeps you mortal, you think. All because of seven simple words.
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    third quarter key

    Go to the junk shop and buy a fake quarter key, then go in the castle to get the real one. Actually, you're supposed to be kicked out. Check your inventory.