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The Many Lovers of Malle la Strellaj: Kari the Red & Baron Vissento Di Fiore

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The Many Lovers of Malle la Strellaj: Rakesh Mishra & Halle Kajsen

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Eternal Love

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Residents of The Pot: The Healer & The Sorcerer

"Bloody" Marika Spanou is among the most well-known Bloodlinkers in all of southern Albatwi, and is certainly the most infamous across the whole of The Pot. Though many take the gory mode of her magic as a reflection of her character, an oath sworn during her education forbids Marika from using her power for harm, and she instead uses the enigmatic art of Bloodlinking - the symbolic attachment of souls, via the sharing of blood - to heal the various residents of The Pot, when they inevitably fall victim to saber, cannon, or barside brawls.

Though now one of The Pot's many sell-spells, "Grey" Carlo was once a student at the Seberegn University of Sorcery, expelled in his first year when the University discovered he was teaching simple spells to local non-mages, in exchange for coin. His expulsion turned quickly into banishment, and Carlo elected to travel to the southern sea for warmer climes (and a more welcoming society,) and he now has a slapdash shop on the edge of The Pot, where he sells fake "charms" for trade winds, luck with treasure, and love, and occasionally offers real magic to those discerning buyers who know the difference between graphite scribbles and proper Demiago magic.

Inspired by @puppycheesecake's RPG Archetype Challenge!

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Residents of The Pot: The Swashbuckler & The Bard

After her mentor abandoned his post as First Mate on the Lady Courage, Asabe Yalwa stepped up to take his place, and swiftly raised the crew in a mutiny against the ship's tyrannical captain. Despite her youth, Asabe has quickly become legend across The Pot for her ruthlessness, her lust for treasure, and her passion for the strange creatures of the deep sea. Whether the rumors of her siren lover are closer to fact or fiction, it's well-known that Asabe's enemies have a habit of spontaneously jumping overboard.

Yousef Deyn-Koli is perhaps one of the paramount performers in all the wild ranges of The Pot. Unlike the rest of the generally wandering Sarkoli people, Yousef struck gold in The Pot, and hung on for dear life, turning his brief moment in the pirate spotlight into a lifelong career of sea-shanty-singing, rum-swilling, and maybe the occasional bachelorette party. Though rooted firmly in the rootless city, Yousef is without a proper home there himself, and instead drifts from expensive cabin to expensive hotel, funded by his army of avid fans.

Inspired by @puppycheesecake's RPG Archetype Challenge!

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Residents of The Pot: The Berserker & The Sharpshooter

While most Kusti prefer to limit their travels only to the range of the Ustirt Plateau, a rare few wander further afield, and an even rarer few of those decide to stay abroad. Sarnai "The Slayer" is one of these fair few, and she found her happy place in the warm southern climes, in the hustle and bustle of the floating pirate city of The Pot, where she brawls for cash in makeshift arenas.

Ryu "Sog" Hayashi is another rare foreign transplant, though from the far reaches of the eastern coast, which remains largely foreign to the westerners of Albatwi, and is home to such mysterious forces as "gunpowder" and "industry." After introducing himself as a "sogeki," Ryu was dubbed "Sog" by his clueless traveling companions, and the name has stuck. Though he resents it slightly, it's refreshing to be among The Pot's wildly varied populace, and to be just another face in the crowd.

Inspired by @puppycheesecake's RPG Archetype Challenge!

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The Forge

Bidonjour !

Permettez moi de vous présenter les images, la fiche détaillée et la vidéo de présentation de ma construction "The Forge" qui sortira ce lundi 27 janvier 2025 si vous avez des questions n'hésitez pas et que la dinguerie des sims soit sur vous ! \o/

File and pictures : The Forge | Patreon

Video : The Forge | Patreon

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Bidonjour !

Allow me to present you the pictures, the detailed sheet and the presentation video of my construction ‘The Forge’ which will be released this monday 27 january 2025 if you have any questions don't hesitate and may the madness of sims be upon you ! \o/

File and pictures : The Forge | Patreon

Video : The Forge | Patreon

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Kissed that first night, and then the rain opened up the sky to get One last kiss I love you like an alcoholic––

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✦ Stella Maris astrology classroom

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I'm sorry. It cant be helped

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eliyanora's study.

i thought i was going to be able to build things with no cc but... i. can not. this place will be getting a thorough makeover once i get build cc into the c&c mods folder

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Ronan MacMuir, and his daughter Laoise

Ronan: First Mate of the Lady Courage, lover to King Giorgio of the Grismarch / Son of the Sea, Ocean-Blessed, the Pirate King of Muir

Laoise: Heir Apparent to the Throne of Muir

Merciless, charming, and (according to legend) magical, Ronan was the terror of southern Albatwi's ports for years, and was the founding inspiration behind The Pot, the anarchical pirate-city that now floats permanently in the center of the southern sea. Built without foundations, on international waters, The Pot is a warren of roped-together ships and rafts that is completely free from any nation's jurisdiction, and is thus where smugglers, pirates, and merchants from all across the world go to do their illicit business.

After Malle told him of a vision she'd dreamed, and the coming of a great cataclysm, Ronan retreated from the south and returned to his home of Muir, which he built into a thriving port city with his obscene pirating wealth. Even after Fairyland broke off from Albatwi, with the great Crest impeding on travel, the curious southern scholars still sometimes make the journey to Muir, just to lay eyes on the famous fortune of MacMuir - or what remains of it. His daughter Laoise, recently crowned the Queen of Muir years after her brother's disappearance, is the sly, careful steward of this fortune, and is renowned for her ability to hide and reveal it at a moment's notice, when the need arises.

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The Continent of Albatwi

Drawn in Wonderdraft, and featuring the following locations:

REGIONS Fairyland The Grismarch Ustirt Plateau The Kathib Desert

LOCATIONS Muir The Seberegn Beyvan Kusti Territory Milu-Malam The Pot (coming soon hopefully!)

I will update as I add things :)

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Princes Giorgio and Marius Carbone of the Grismarch

After the disappearance of the heir, Nicolo, and the previous king of the Grismarch, the younger brothers Giorgio and Marius were left unsure of who should take the throne.

Though Marius was arguably the more deserving - he had been a wildly successful general for some years, and was beloved by soldiers and citizens alike - his impatience for politics and his famously wandering eye gave the king's councils reason to pause, and consider Giorgio, the other brother. Unlike Marius, Giorgio was soft-tempered, gentle, and not at all disposed towards affairs; quite the opposite, in fact. Giorgio rarely spent time with anyone beyond his family, save his best friend, Ronan MacMuir, a wandering sailor who visited the Grismarch's coastal ports on occasion.

Whispers spread, as the council deliberated. Could Giorgio be trusted to produce heirs? Could Marius be trusted to keep the nation out of a diplomatic scandal?

After months of hemming and hawing, the decision was made for them: Marius had gotten involved with a married noblewoman of the Ucello line, and slayed her husband in a duel. Propriety dictated that he travel to her family's lands and wed her, and the council compelled him to do so, taking the stain of his scandal with him. With Marius gone, the crown fell into Giorgio's hesitant hands. Though he proved to be a beloved and kind-hearted ruler, the old council's fears were confirmed, and he passed without an heir. The Grismarch fell, and broke into smaller and smaller pieces, as lords each staked their claim over their own lands, and fell to war with one another.

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Prince Nicolo Carbone of the Grismarch, & Nnamdi of the Malamai

The Malamai were once an elite sect of warrior-priests, notorious across the ancient Empire for their efficiency, exclusivity, and hunger for rare knowledge. When the Empire fell, the Malamai order was officially dissolved, though many of its members (particularly those in possession of rare alchemical knowledge) continued to travel the world hunting monsters and training powerful students. Nicolo knew from the moment he met Nnamdi that he must learn from him, or one of his order (called Redcaps colloquially, for their red hats). When Nicolo's strange white-haired companion insisted that they learn together, Nnamdi regretfully assented.

Though Nicolo's training in the Malamai arts provided him with power beyond the scope of any of his kin, this power pushed him into social isolation, only exacerbated by Nicolo's own general misanthropy. After his relationship with Malle fractured and failed, he retreated forever into his walking tower, and was never heard from again. Nnamdi continued to teach Malle alone until he discovered she was experimenting with northern sorcery (what we today might call Fairy magic, which then was looked upon with far less trust, particularly by the Malamai), and attempted to kill her. Malle defeated her master, having poisoned him only hours earlier with Alchemical techniques Nnamdi himself taught her. Malle then set off into the forests in pursuit of Nicolo, bent on revenge and destruction.

The disappearance of the eldest prince, followed swiftly by the death of the king, left the Grismarch in a state of wild disarray, as Nicolo's two younger brothers jockeyed for the throne.

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Malle la Strellaj / Ages Past & Ages Present

Tales of northern fairies are rare across Albatwi, but one face - and one name - is so notorious that she may reasonably be considered famous. Malle la Strellaj, Malle la Yamut, and Malle la Alchyme are her three most famous titles: The Shapechanger, The Immortal, The Alchemist. Centuries old, white-haired, and ageless, Malle has become something beyond human - a bonafide living, breathing, piece of folklore. Though opinions on her reasoning are varied from region to region, Malle's deeds are always the same. She haunts towns and cities on clear winter nights, and charms away their children to her wandering castle in the woods, where she teaches them her sorcery, and then returns them to their parents irrevocably changed. Whispers spread about her other deeds - assassination, infiltration, manipulation - but best-known are her series of enigmatic alchemical texts, disguised as biographies. Woven with complex layers of metaphor, code, and hidden images, Malle's books are nearly impossible to decrypt, and few remain outside of private collections.

Though only Malle herself is old enough to remember her true story, whispers of her tale are consistent enough across Albatwi to be worth recording: Centuries ago, in the time before the Crest had risen from the earth and severed the Fairy Kingdoms from the rest of the continent, a great forgotten empire ruled most of Albatwi. As the Fairylands are now, it was plagued by war and infighting, and was on the brink of collapse. Malle, a young princess of the Empire, fled southwards to escape the conflict, and came to reside in the Grismarch. She fell in love with a prince, and the two of them studied alchemy (and, in some versions, dark sorcery) from a Kathibi warrior-priest, common in those days. When the prince refused her affections, Malle swore that one day he would be forgotten, and she would be remembered. She has wandered Albatwi ever since, constantly seeking out and educating lost children like she once was, in hopes that one day one of them might prove her equal, and be the solution to her eternal loneliness.

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Diletta Ucello, Grey Princess of the Seberegn | Grey Empress of the Demiague Empire