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Protecting The Young
It was a beautiful spring day. Acoya and Chuqui slept in the shade of an embankment, as was the Oakfern way to deal with the searing sun. They would come out at night to collect herbs and graze and sing in the light of the moon.
When they had settled in for their nap, Inti and Quilla had snuggled in with them. But not so, now. Inti had opened his eyes to discover that Quilla had wriggled away, waddle-trotting down to the beach of her own accord.
A more dependent fawn might have bleated to his parents for aid, but not so Inti. He hadn't yet met a problem he couldn't solve himself. He untwined himself from his mother's silky tail and hobble-loped after Quilla. 
She was drawn to the sun. The family knew this, though they didn't know why. The sun burned their sensitive Oakfern eyes and her pale piebald skin. She could hardly see in the best of times; perhaps the extra light of day actually helped her. At any rate, it wasn't unusual to find her slipping away to bask in the glow of that
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Fawnlings Colours and Patterns Contest!
Welcome to the very first Fawnling Colour and Pattern Creation Contest! We’re looking for members to suggest a new modifier or pattern, and we’ll pick the two that tickle our fancy the most!
What’s this?
We know you’re all a creative bunch, so it’s high time that you had the opportunity to give your opinion on what the next hot trend in fawnling colours and designs should be!
We’re asking you to design a new marking or colour for fawnlings and the two most fabulous will become real, in-game colours or patterns!
How do I enter?
To submit an idea:
Use the bacon lines to make as many examples as you can, upload them to sta.sh and collate the links in a journal. Include details about the following:
How it reacts with other colours/patterns
What does its phenotype and genotype look like written down?
Write as must information as you can about your colour/pattern, and if you like,
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Literature
The Fearful Princess
Sweat glistened on Myrna's neck as she trotted down the well-worn path and the sound of her guards' hooves thumped along in unison behind her. So regimented was their military training that they couldn't even express enough individuality to have different footfalls. How did they not simply die of boredom? 
Myrna was about to die of boredom. The glade she shared with Kin was overflowing with life; her silky-pale betrothed, his mentally wibbly guard, her steadfast hoofmaiden Fina and of course the romping children with their unfathomable levels of cheerfulness. Her daily runs were her escape, her chance to breathe. She suspected that Kin allowed her to continue the unseemly routine because otherwise he knew she would have a manic fit and pace his glade and prided garden into churned mud and nothingness. 
They came to a stream, crystal clear, and stopped to drink and catch their breath. The guards stationed themselves suitably downstream, of course. They wouldn't dare muddy the
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Fawnling Quests
Quests
Your TWI fawnlings can take part in quests! Completing quests allows your fawnling to obtain fabulous rewards that would otherwise only be available through group giveaways.  There are different levels of quest giving different levels of rewards, and there are different quests for each herd in TWI.
Quick Quest Guide
Choose which quest level you want to take part in: Rambler, Explorer, Adventurer, Wayfarer or Hero
Choose a quest from your fawnling’s herd
For Renegades, check for “Renegade approved” quests in the territory where your fawnling is currently living!
Write or draw the required number of RPs, making sure to include the following form in the Artist’s comments:
    Fawnling Name: (specify which fawnling or fawnlings are participating in the quest, max one per player per RP)
    Quest Name: (include the name of the quest here)
    Quest Level: (Rambler, Explor
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Literature
She Shells Sheshells
The beach was lovely and relaxing today. The tide was slowly reaching up the shore, the large expanse of flat wet sand reflecting the sun in an ethereal glow. Sea birds chattered overhead and the gentle distant roar of the ocean filled the ears of the boucles trotting down the strand. Rubeus led the way, the black and rouge stallion, followed by two voile-finned mares. The first of the mares was black as night, with red fabric billowing in her wake. The second was a pink, cream and baby blue mare with matching voile tails. Their names were Leia and Nikki, and an afternoon down at the beach had sounded like an excellent idea when Rubeus suggested it, so they’d come along for a bit of sun, sea and sand. The boucle’s gemstone hooves cut into the wet sand, and their trail painted a picture all the way from the dunes to the surf.
Nikki fanned out her fabric fins, and nickered happily. “Let’s go down to the rockpools, see what we can find there,” she suggested,
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Pain and Loss
Life had hit a high point as of late. Yarrow was well into the prime of his life, ramping up and training to participate in the coming rut. His grandfather had just celebrated his 38th - 38th! - birthday not too long ago. The old stag was starting to show his age, though had not let his crowning glory of Glenmore's oldest stag slow him down. Yarrow often watched the old stag and his sire take long walks with each other, likely talking of Adalbert's impending inheritance once Gerald passed. The strapping Lord paid little heed to their whispered talks. He was far from becoming the head of their family, so it didn't concern him.
Or so he thought.
The handsome dark lord was sparring with another lord when the terrible news was discovered. He had to prepare if he was to garner any respectable does for his harem - after all, it was Yarrow's duty as second in line to produce another heir. Drenched with sweat, Yarrow's focus was solely on Lord Kian as they danced around each
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When I began my training proper I, at last, moved out of my parents’ den. I was a stag now, with an antler and a purpose of my own - it was finally time for me to leave that warm, familial bed. This is not to say that I was actually keen to move on, but I was very aware that my status had changed. I was not the perfect shaman I envisaged myself to be, so I would find myself some digs with the other students until I was. I would much rather have remained with my mother and father, but I told myself that this was what I wanted and that it was for the best.

Of course Kiko and I would have to live together and it was really down to her that we ended up living in student accommodations. It had been clear from the very first moment we had met and had talked of our families and our goals that we would have to stay together, particularly given our joint hesitance to move in the first place. Many of our other friends had already moved into the caves around Gealach’s Eyes, making themselves raucous and jovial dens full of laughter and mischief - but Kiko and I were too slow, too anxious about ourselves to join them. By the first Autumn of our shamanhood we were still ensconced in our family dens and it was only when Winter’s sharp winds whistled past that we finally admitted we had to move on.

Just as I was, Kiko was leaving her family for the first time, and, just as for me, it was with a great deal of hesitation. Although she would tell me at great length how much she had wanted this, and how excited she was, she had always lived with her mother, father and elder brother - he would remain in the family den and she would be the first to leave. When I think back, I wonder if perhaps her hesitation was not simply down to love of her family and the comfort of a warm bed. I know that my hesitation was down to my fear of failure, but Kiko was not afraid. At least I thought she was not.

Kiko’s mother was an older doe; her brother was some five years older than she was and I don’t believe that her mother had been a youth when he had been born. In her long life she had collected powerful herbs and concocted many potions in the dark; Kiko had once whispered to me as we stared into the Cauldron that her mother would rather die than discard a hard earned potion, and perhaps it was this that had begun to addle a once sharp mind. Ulla would confuse her mate for her son, and tell Kiko that she must nurse or she would not grow up big and strong.  I was not truly welcomed in their family home - at the time I believed it was because I was a part of Kiko’s moon-touched future and they resented me. Now I realise perhaps it was that they had no desire for a stranger to know what had become of the once proud and well respected Ulla.

Her brother Barka particularly disliked me. He, like Ulla and Beskith, was a herbalist - though unlike his mother he was a healer, not bothered by brewing noxious concoctions and rather preferring poultices and balms. He did not completely trust shamans, I think, especially given what mushrooms and potions had done to his mother. He could not see any reason for a fawnling to willingly eat a herb that would change how they saw the world; he wanted to protect Kiko from it and he resented me a great deal. I was always aloof with him, scathing and sarcastic whenever he would warn his precious baby sister of the dangers she would face, especially when she had left protective gaze. But it was all new for her, and with my encouragement she too began to taunt her older brother for being a bore, for not understanding, for not truly believing in Gealach… the hurt in his eyes was something to laugh at then. Even though I can excuse some of what we said with youthful shortsightedness, we were still more cruel than we had any right to be. I swore once that I would find Barka and make amends, but I am too much of a coward to ever go through with it.

Despite this, or because of this, I do not know, Kiko was ready to leave even if had not been for me. I imagine now that family, while close and warm as my own, had become strange and perhaps even frightening. I could not, at the time, dream of a parent whose mind had gone and it took until my own Father began to fade into the moon before I could. I was change for Kiko, and while that scared Barka it gave her the opportunity to move away: to escape what her mother had become.

I had originally suggested that perhaps Kiko and I could share a small empty cavern close to my parents, but she rejected the idea almost immediately.

“We’re only in training, Rab. We should be with the other students.”

I was hesitant to admit but she was right. I had told myself I would be a good student, stop pretending at shamanhood that I did not have, and trying to stay away from the others made a falsehood of that. It also emphasised our closeness, which upset Kiko more than it ever did me. I was her best friend, true, but she desperately wanted other friends amongst her new family too and so it was that together, with Kiko leading, we found our way to the chaos of the student dens.

My own group of friends - the children of shamans I had grown up with - had installed themselves in a large cavern that was now covered with moss, half eaten mushrooms and rotting furs. It smelt of sweat and warm bodies with the faint odour of the skins only partially hidden by scatterings of dried flowers. Where the flowers had come from was always a joking half-secret, the older ones teasing that they went above ground to collect them every summer, telling ridiculous tales of impossible bravado. Where they actually came from was an old herbalist who made a healthy profit from his trade with the young students - half in favours, half in the more powerful mushrooms.

For food, there were edible mushrooms and moss sprouting from cracks in the walls, and above them were great smears of glowing paint that looked like the result of a somewhat drunken party. The sleeping arrangements were haphazard and informal - there were one or two regimented beds belonging to a single person, but for the most part you slept where you fell. Even when we first arrived there was a pile of young shamans snoring together in a corner. For a Mummy’s boy like myself it was deeply unsettling, but Kiko was oddly delighted by the chaos, and her sparkling silver laugh was all the persuasion I needed.

With that said - it was a cave full of warmth and love. It was just a very, very different love and warmth to what I had known before.
Rab: Home
Featuring Rab 
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age
Oakfern, Gealach's Eyes

Previous: Friendship

In which Rab and Kiko move out of their parents' dens and into their student digs
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The first days after I was chosen to join the shamans are a blur to me now. I remember a feeling of almost excruciating newness; that despite my years following my parents and pretending at shamanhood it became clear that I knew nothing. I could recite the stories, I could play with magic, I could even prepare myself for a trance, but I did not know what this meant, I did not know what it was for.

I believed more fiercely than any other fawnling I had ever known and before, even after I had been chosen, I had thought that this was enough. Even among my new classmates my devotion to Gealach was unrivalled; but this did not mean that I was any more prepared than the rest.  Gealach was my food and drink, but the ritual and rigour of shamanhood formalised that belief in ways that I had not understood.  To play at meditating was not the same as actually meditating and to experience a trance was not at all the same as pretending to eat mushrooms and play acting next to my parents.

I know I threw myself into my studies with a mixture of anxiety and dedication, and I am certain that any whispers of discomfort in the herd became utterly silent to me. I was not interested in politics, did not care for these rumours about the King: Gealach had confirmed the King’s right by allowing his actions. If I was to believe that Gealach was right in all ways and that the things I was doing - eating terrifying mushrooms that turned a safe home into a nightmarish dungeon and preparing to sacrifice children being just two of them - then I must believe that Gealach allowed and honoured the King.

Of course at the time I was not concerned about the things I did. The prayers and the meditations enforced the belief in me that the horrific visions I received were simply warnings of what would come if I were to turn away from the true path; the stories I learnt of the treachery of Oathbreakers would ensure that I trusted no fawn from another herd. I truly believed that they must die in order to honour the God who had saved us - the God that had brought us to the caves and to safety, had found us a home where they could still shine down upon us, even when the sky was hidden from view. Gealach was great and bountiful and if Gealach demanded the death of an Oathbreaker fawn, then Gealach should have it.

I was lying to myself when I claimed that I was not afraid of my visions, and it took me a long time to learn that it was not Gealach that demanded death. It was one of the very last things that I realised.

Leaving that aside, let us pretend I have not changed. Let us imagine that i am still that colt, burning with belief and righteousness. I stayed mostly with the friends I had known before as my training progressed, but there were a few who had come from outside our group that were slowly welcomed into our number. Kiko was a hind whose parents were both Herbalists, but who felt a calling from Gealach and had been thrilled to be chosen - she was the only one amongst our cohort that really believed almost as strongly as I did, and as such we thoroughly enjoyed one another’s company. While the rest would take the breaks in training to see their family, or to head to Owlbreath Springs for a hot bath, Kiko and I would bathe in the moonlight flooding through Gealach’s Eyes or watch the tumultuous surface of the Cauldron, hunting for a sight of our god in the swirling water. We knew we were better than the others and began to speak to one another in a strange kind of code, using phrases from the stories that the Moonseers taught us rather than normal language.

We still associated with the others, of course. It would be a lonely life with just the two of us, and we were really no better than them. It became slowly clear to me - and I’m sure to Kiko as well - that our teachers weren’t so thrilled with our strange behaviour, and that we should in some way or other return to ourselves to the real world of the caves below, rather than the sky above. The Moonseers had earnt their dreamtime from many years of dedication - Kiko and I were mere children playing at wisdom, and it did not really suit us.

Even despite that, we still sought each other’s company more than not. The code died away fairly soon after it began, but if there was to be a time when we were to be shamans as a group then Kiko and I would be together. Of course the rumours swirled - especially during that first Autumn - that we were to be lovers, but our friendship was simpler than that. I saw a reflection of myself in Kiko and it was reassuring. I was not what I had hoped I could be; my faith was not enough to turn me into a shaman in moments. Kiko was the same: we clung to each other because we could not let our fears overcome us. We had much greater worries than love and procreation.

So it was that whenever we meditated we lay together, whenever we were to learn stories of Gealach we sought each other. Perhaps the time remember most strongly was a mushroom driven trance. I seem to remember that we were supposed to do these things alone, with only the supervision of a mentor, but somehow Kiko had inveigled her way into a session that I was to have.

We were with my Father that day, already close to becoming  Moonseer himself, and he had laid out the mushrooms we were to consume before us. These were not the showy, shining fungi that we used to paint our coats but instead greyish mounds with a powerful smell. They were not the same as the ones I had consumed before, the ones that had turned the caves into a neon-coloured nightmare - but Kiko had eaten them before, and with my father as her guide.

“This will be better, Rab, much better. It was for me,” she whispered.

She knew I was wary - she wa the only one I was able to share that secret with. But just as I reminded her of the stories that she forgot, encouraged me to reach out and taste the mushroom and to embrace what Gealach had to show me. I do not remember the trance itself - all I know is that it did not scare me as the others had done before.

Kiko is the person I miss most of all now. But I must never, ever speak to her again. It would destroy her, just as I have destroyed myself.
Rab: Friendship
Featuring Rab 
Summer Year 760 to Spring, Year 761 of the New Age
Oakfern, Gealach's Eyes

Previous: Chosen
Next: Home

In which Rab talks about his first few months as a Shaman and his closest friend
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Oakfern Pilgrimage - To the Sea!

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 4, 2017, 3:13 AM


Calling all Oakferns!


Does your fawnling want to see Gealach's light shining down upon the ocean? Are they a faithful shaman, or just curious about the outside world? Do they want to see the waves rushing onto the shore and to experience the full magnitude of the sea with their magic?

Then why not join Linna's pilgrimage to the sea!

PilgrimThe ocean was calling her.
The long, slow pulse of the tides swept over the shaman as the Darkmoon birthed the crescent, grew to the half, swelled to the gibbous and the full; the rush of surf against the shore echoed in her heart’s steady beat. The moon called to the ocean and the ocean called to her - she must go to it, must honour the God, must see Gealach’s light ripple across the bay.
The Oracle would understand. She had to - she was Gealach’s vessel, or so it was claimed. Whether there was truth to this or not no longer mattered to Linna - the Oracle could grant the pilgrimage or refuse it. Whether she was chosen by the God or not was simply irrelevant; her power was the key and it was for this reason alone that Linna sought her approval.
This was different too. Where once the pale shaman would have simply left the caverns alone, without a thought for permissions or power, now she sought a leader’s approval, the blessing of the blessed. This pilgrimage was

The plan

The Western Isles - Interactive Map by mule-deer
  • The pilgrimage will leave in Early Summer Year 769
  • The pilgrims will travel to the Swan's Beak (see map above) and exit the tunnels there
  • The pilgrims will travel due west through Tanglewood to the coast
  • They will arrive at the coast in Late Summer Year 769
  • Religious ceremonies including trances and meditation will be held on the beach for around a week
  • The pilgrims will then return to the tunnels via the same route, arriving home in Early Autumn Year 769

Who can come?

  • Guards! Guards are very much needed to protect those less able to fight
  • Shamans of all levels and ages - whether you're in training or a Moonseer, this is an opportunity to get closer to your god and show your devotion :D
  • Herd members! If you have a particularly devout - or particularly curious - herd member, they can join the pilgrimage as a follower :D

Who can't come?

  • Pregnant fawnlings - the risk of giving birth while on pilgrimage is too high :(
  • Herd members under the age of 3 - too little, sorry!

What's in it for you?

  • Oakfern collab bonus! See here --> Windborne and Oakfern Collab Skill Bonus Event
  • Quests! The following quest prompts are a great match for this event
    • A Game of Chance
    • The Mighty Jungle
    • Words from the Wise
    • For more information about quests check out the journal here --> Fawnling Quests
  • A great chance for some character development for your lovely Oakferns :D

How it will work

  • Shaman Lineera will be leading the pilgrimage having received the Oracle's blessing
  • There will be four Mass RPs for the pilgrimage:
    1. Gathering at the Moonpool to begin the pilgrimage
    2. Leaving the Caves at the Swan's Beak
    3. Arriving at the coast
    4. Leaving to return home
  • Fawnlings who have officially joined the pilgrimage will be tagged in each one of these so that they can respond :D 
  • You can then collab, write individual stories or make pieces of art for the pilgrimage :dummy:

How to join

  • Please reply to the featured comment below using the following form:
    • Fawnling Name:
      Link to fawnling ref:
      Herd Rank:
      Age
  • You and your fawnling will then be tagged in each of the mass RPs so that you can respond and you know where we are in the story!

Any Questions?

Just ask away!

Current Pilgrims

Seeing as this has been so popular I'm listing out the current pilgrims below :D Hopefully this will give you a chance to seek out other members of the pilgrimage for those tasty collab stat boosts :dummy:

If I've missed you, boop me!

Shamans (all ranks)


Lineera | Doe | Shaman by femalefred  Ravn | Doe | Moonseer by Ettid  Enne | Colt | Shaman in Training by anubiscat  Manek | Stag | Aspiring Shaman by strideroo  Celebrian | Doe | Oakfern | Shaman-in-Training by DodgerMD  Amnah | Doe | Shaman by araignee-cafe

Guards (all ranks)

La'Neiya | Doe | Guard by femalefred  Saba | Oakfern | Stag | Guard by HayleyFawns  Lia | Doe| Soldier by WolfOfTheShire  Nia | Doe | Herd Member by anubiscat  Solban | Stag | Oakfern Guard by nerwen-wilwarin  Floki | Stag | Oakfern | Guard by DodgerMD  Ilira | Oakfern Doe | Fawntaker by MishfitMish

Herbalists (all ranks)

Leilana|Doe|Aspiring Herbalist/Shroom Addict by Hiokami-chan  Seraphina l Filly l Herbalist-in-Training by WolfOfTheShire  Liviu I Stag I Aspiring Herbalist by KingdomHeartsOrgXII3  Ghanima|Oakfern Doe|Aspiring Herbalist by LeppsArt  Lilith | Doe | Herbalist by MishfitMish

Herd members/other ranks

Damien | Buck | Herd Member/Freeloader by Hiokami-chan  Jobril / stag / Gobelin /Oakfern by halloweendonkey  Amadan | Stag | Tutor by araignee-cafe



Art by femalefred
The ocean was calling her.

The long, slow pulse of the tides swept over the shaman as the Darkmoon birthed the crescent, grew to the half, swelled to the gibbous and the full; the rush of surf against the shore echoed in her heart’s steady beat. The moon called to the ocean and the ocean called to her - she must go to it, must honour the God, must see Gealach’s light ripple across the bay.

The Oracle would understand. She had to - she was Gealach’s vessel, or so it was claimed. Whether there was truth to this or not no longer mattered to Linna - the Oracle could grant the pilgrimage or refuse it. Whether she was chosen by the God or not was simply irrelevant; her power was the key and it was for this reason alone that Linna sought her approval.

This was different too. Where once the pale shaman would have simply left the caverns alone, without a thought for permissions or power, now she sought a leader’s approval, the blessing of the blessed. This pilgrimage was not for her alone; this was for all of the herd. All those that wished it, anyhow, those that felt or longed to feel the song of the sea and the hearbeat of the tides, whose souls ached to see their God reflecting on the ocean. She would take them, lead them to the sea where she had once walked, show them the moon as it was meant to be seen, teach them to feel the surf’s song in their blood and bones.

“Oracle,” she whispered, her reedy voice a rasping wound in the dark silence. “I come with a request.”

The Oracle, so small and delicate, was forced to peer upwards into the glowing mass of Linna’s painted face. The two could not see eye-to-eye by sheer difference in size, let alone any differences in thoughts or beliefs.

Linna, a gangling pale giant, was devoted to the moon, but she was a stranger in many ways; she had been guided by her god to leave the tunnels, she had birthed a fawn under the sun’s clear light. She had returned by Gealach’s grace and her fervent devotion gave her strength to return, but she was not welcomed then and still was not truly welcome now.

Fala, small and dark, had allowed Linna’s return. Her beliefs were her own and Linna had no interest in them, but surely, if she had allowed her to return…

“I wish to take a pilgrimage. To the sea.”
Pilgrim
Featuring Lineera and mentioning Falasnornia 
Spring, Year 769 of the New Age
Oakfern, Oracle's Den

That's right, Linna wants to lead a pilgrimage! 

If you're interested in joining, check out the journal here --> Oakfern Pilgrimage - To the Sea!

Many thanks to MoonShinersDaughter for letting me use Fala and approving the plot in character, and the Fawnlings mods for letting me do it at all :XD:
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Oakfern Pilgrimage - To the Sea!

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 4, 2017, 3:13 AM


Calling all Oakferns!


Does your fawnling want to see Gealach's light shining down upon the ocean? Are they a faithful shaman, or just curious about the outside world? Do they want to see the waves rushing onto the shore and to experience the full magnitude of the sea with their magic?

Then why not join Linna's pilgrimage to the sea!

PilgrimThe ocean was calling her.
The long, slow pulse of the tides swept over the shaman as the Darkmoon birthed the crescent, grew to the half, swelled to the gibbous and the full; the rush of surf against the shore echoed in her heart’s steady beat. The moon called to the ocean and the ocean called to her - she must go to it, must honour the God, must see Gealach’s light ripple across the bay.
The Oracle would understand. She had to - she was Gealach’s vessel, or so it was claimed. Whether there was truth to this or not no longer mattered to Linna - the Oracle could grant the pilgrimage or refuse it. Whether she was chosen by the God or not was simply irrelevant; her power was the key and it was for this reason alone that Linna sought her approval.
This was different too. Where once the pale shaman would have simply left the caverns alone, without a thought for permissions or power, now she sought a leader’s approval, the blessing of the blessed. This pilgrimage was

The plan

The Western Isles - Interactive Map by mule-deer
  • The pilgrimage will leave in Early Summer Year 769
  • The pilgrims will travel to the Swan's Beak (see map above) and exit the tunnels there
  • The pilgrims will travel due west through Tanglewood to the coast
  • They will arrive at the coast in Late Summer Year 769
  • Religious ceremonies including trances and meditation will be held on the beach for around a week
  • The pilgrims will then return to the tunnels via the same route, arriving home in Early Autumn Year 769

Who can come?

  • Guards! Guards are very much needed to protect those less able to fight
  • Shamans of all levels and ages - whether you're in training or a Moonseer, this is an opportunity to get closer to your god and show your devotion :D
  • Herd members! If you have a particularly devout - or particularly curious - herd member, they can join the pilgrimage as a follower :D

Who can't come?

  • Pregnant fawnlings - the risk of giving birth while on pilgrimage is too high :(
  • Herd members under the age of 3 - too little, sorry!

What's in it for you?

  • Oakfern collab bonus! See here --> Windborne and Oakfern Collab Skill Bonus Event
  • Quests! The following quest prompts are a great match for this event
    • A Game of Chance
    • The Mighty Jungle
    • Words from the Wise
    • For more information about quests check out the journal here --> Fawnling Quests
  • A great chance for some character development for your lovely Oakferns :D

How it will work

  • Shaman Lineera will be leading the pilgrimage having received the Oracle's blessing
  • There will be four Mass RPs for the pilgrimage:
    1. Gathering at the Moonpool to begin the pilgrimage
    2. Leaving the Caves at the Swan's Beak
    3. Arriving at the coast
    4. Leaving to return home
  • Fawnlings who have officially joined the pilgrimage will be tagged in each one of these so that they can respond :D 
  • You can then collab, write individual stories or make pieces of art for the pilgrimage :dummy:

How to join

  • Please reply to the featured comment below using the following form:
    • Fawnling Name:
      Link to fawnling ref:
      Herd Rank:
      Age
  • You and your fawnling will then be tagged in each of the mass RPs so that you can respond and you know where we are in the story!

Any Questions?

Just ask away!

Current Pilgrims

Seeing as this has been so popular I'm listing out the current pilgrims below :D Hopefully this will give you a chance to seek out other members of the pilgrimage for those tasty collab stat boosts :dummy:

If I've missed you, boop me!

Shamans (all ranks)


Lineera | Doe | Shaman by femalefred  Ravn | Doe | Moonseer by Ettid  Enne | Colt | Shaman in Training by anubiscat  Manek | Stag | Aspiring Shaman by strideroo  Celebrian | Doe | Oakfern | Shaman-in-Training by DodgerMD  Amnah | Doe | Shaman by araignee-cafe

Guards (all ranks)

La'Neiya | Doe | Guard by femalefred  Saba | Oakfern | Stag | Guard by HayleyFawns  Lia | Doe| Soldier by WolfOfTheShire  Nia | Doe | Herd Member by anubiscat  Solban | Stag | Oakfern Guard by nerwen-wilwarin  Floki | Stag | Oakfern | Guard by DodgerMD  Ilira | Oakfern Doe | Fawntaker by MishfitMish

Herbalists (all ranks)

Leilana|Doe|Aspiring Herbalist/Shroom Addict by Hiokami-chan  Seraphina l Filly l Herbalist-in-Training by WolfOfTheShire  Liviu I Stag I Aspiring Herbalist by KingdomHeartsOrgXII3  Ghanima|Oakfern Doe|Aspiring Herbalist by LeppsArt  Lilith | Doe | Herbalist by MishfitMish

Herd members/other ranks

Damien | Buck | Herd Member/Freeloader by Hiokami-chan  Jobril / stag / Gobelin /Oakfern by halloweendonkey  Amadan | Stag | Tutor by araignee-cafe



Art by femalefred

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Arkneos404 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey there, Fred! I just wanted to be the first to welcome you to the group of Anomalous-Chronicles - we can't wait to see you get started!
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anubiscat Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav!!! :)
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TigressDesign Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
My good frond Frod! It is your birthdaaay! <3 Happy birthday my dear! <3
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DodgerMD Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthdaaay! :glomp:
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decors Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016
happy birthday
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Louvan Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the favourite on my winter plate
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femalefred Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No need to thank me - it's a lovely thing :D
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Louvan Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the favourite.
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Louvan Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the favourite :hug:
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femalefred Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No problem :D It was a great image - educational and fun :XD:
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