#Praaven

[you-will-never-find-me-anymore]

[bioniczombie]

[declaration-of-dramas]

What I did with Praaven Castle:

The horses kept route failing, or would somehow end up stuck in the enclosed garden. I ripped out the wall, used a lot of /constrainfloorelevation foolery to dig out a ramp going down to the stables, and it ended up ok I think.

Had to get rid of that two storey barn door because it was visually wrong how it interacted with the wall and my brain couldn't deal.

It's a lot more functional now. I would offer to share it if you like, but it's like got a TON of Medieval CC over the entire building, don't know how big that file would be?

Anyhoooooo, on with my day of play!

**Edit

UGH! The grass floor in the stable area ?? Like. . .how did I miss that?

[mwthesims3]

I've been fooling around Praaven (original by @potato-ballad-sims, reworked by @nornities and @simsmidgen) around the same time I read threads on historically accurate medieval building reconstructions.

Because of that I ended up reworking the façade of the buildings around the Market Square (specifically the City Hall and the Merchants' Guild) (I felt they needed some more colors, given the time period, as it's supposed to be set in late 14th Century Bohemia iirc).

Next step: remove the sunflowers from all lots that have them (as they're native to Mexico, which hasn't been invaded up to the 1490s)

Edit: Post #500. WOOO!!!1!

[modestpixels]

[hancyan]

Praaven Reworked by Nornities＆Simsmidgen

Praaven Prison Tower

I was about to build a castle to recreate the tragic love story between Ugo d'Este and Laura “Parisina” Malatesta at the end of the Medieval(Almost Renaissance), but I gave up.(Apparently I don't have the talent for castle building) Hmm, If you have time, it might be a good idea to write just the ending part.

thank you for reading. see you.

[mspoodle1]

Tinkered around a little more and got Reshade working and updated 2 years worth of mods. I know I've missed a ton, but atm nothing is conflicting and everything is running really smoothly. 🍀

[jolifleurbleu]

Let's take a walk in Praaven!

[sircesimblr]

Manon: Pardon me?!

Stam: What kind of a suit is that?!

Klaus-Ove: Me? Mine?

Manon: Why, yes!

Orbin: Mine, probably.

Stam: Orbin! You're positively reeking of mothballs! Don't - ugh, don't even think of coming near Rachel in that thing. You'll ruin your... why! am I even saying this?

Orbin: Sorry. It's my father's wedding suit. He wore it on the happiest day of his life. I don't own a suit myself so I figured it "suits", haha, to borrow it, for a special day like this. Don't I look, like, "flashy"?

Manon and Stam: "Flashy"?

Manon: Oh, my eyes are hurting me, Mr. Larsen. I cannot look at you. Flashy? Those colours are thunder flashes to the soul. You may be artistic, little pup, but this isn't exactly a display of good taste and modesty!

Klaus-Ove: And why not?

Manon and Stam: Why not?!

Klaus-Ove: People, look at the big picture. Squint your eyes. I am just a simplified representation of this breathtaking nature all around us: the green and mustard grasses, the grey skies and waters, my seven ginger strands of hair, hahaha. I could've gone a little more with the greys, I admit. But imagine Rachel next to me. She's got her hair up. She wears a long dress, like, teal, or soft flaxen... white? Would she not be the only one, anybody would be looking at, next to me? Exactly. And nothing would make me happier. Mr. Stam "let me show some more of my chest so everyone will notice how hot I am" Hardenes!

Stam: I.. I... Oh, shut it.

Klaus-Ove: Hahaha, just teasing, man. You don't care about looks, I know, it's okay, you probably lost a button when you changed. I'll help you look for it later.

Manon: Oh, this is terrible. Absolutely terrible. My apologies, dear Rachel, this was a true misreckoning on my part. Please, please, erase their formal appearance from your mind when this is over... They were such fine, charming gentlemen before... Do - I urge you - do take them to a taylor's first, before you'll debut with either of them in society! Now, gentlemen, let's not prolong this and take our leave. A final bow, a kiss, to our esteemed lady!

And with that, Miss Rachel Murray, I feel my little adventure, my story about love, is coming to an end.

It wasn't an easy task, but I'm honoured to feel a little of what it must have been for you. My big little nibbles, presenting their solemnest of hearts to only you, dearest and loveliest you. By now they're all behaving like loosened hosiery, pardon me, but you've seen them. Their ways and wishes, words and dreams, and in between the lines, who they truly are.

Dearest Rachel, I wish you the very best of luck. Meeting my gentlemen, and the many more that seek your friendship and affection. Have fun, dear girl, on your journey. I bow to you too. And please, let me, or let my Watcher know some day, how it all turned out for you. It's not only love, it is life.

So, good-day, Watchers, Authors and Readers! Thank you so very much for spending your time with us. And now: back to our own worlds.

(behind the scenes:)

The gentlemen: Thanks, Miss de La Haye. A bow and a kiss for you too. Here. Here!

Manon: Stop it. Stop it.

The gentlemen: Well done! Good job. Rachel will be over the moon. We'll take it from here! But we'll forever and always be your big little nibbles too.

Manon: My heart. My goodness. Give me a minute to breathe, to recuperate, before our Watcher just magically poofs us back to where we came from. Please excuse me, lovelies. This is not the easiest thing to say good-bye to...

My big little nibbles. This desolate, lovely island. My heart, my heart, connecting with these gentle souls, like it does with each and every one of my children... it's, it's - how did I ever get to experience this? How do I go back to Praaven remembering this? Knowing these kind of men exist, knowing this kind of love exists, ready to be given to one special woman... Not me...

How do I live on, with all this inside of me?

What... And what... if she makes me... forget? What if my Watcher makes me forget this ever happened, when she sends me back?!

Heavens, no! To forget what became so dear... I don't want to, no... she can't - is that hell? Will she truly send me through hell, to get back?! All of us?!

My goodness, my goodness!! May the heavens help me!!

Stam: Guys, something is wrong with our hostess. She's having a ... meltdown? Miss! Miss de La Haye, are you alright?!

Orbin: Miss de La Haye? Are you in pain?

Klaus-Ove: Miss de La Haye!

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[aantarcticite]

Playing TSM in TS3😝

[nekrophoria]

👑 Sims Medieval for Roy.

Thank you! <3

[echoweaver]

Echo in Time: Winter 1307-1309 Part 2

Jacqueline and Alair connected almost immediately.

"This kid is going to grow up to be a minstrel, mark my words," she told Nash. "Just listen to what he can do already!" Nash couldn't make any sense of the noise Alair was making, but he enjoyed the fact that it made both them them happy.

When Alair made the worst racket, Jacqueline seemed the most proud of him.

[Jacqueline and Alair are both Virtuousos.]

[declaration-of-dramas]

Winter in Praaven.

It took me ages going round all of the houses and turning off the stupid electric holiday house lights.

[nukkekoti]

[modestpixels]

[hancyan]

Praaven Reworked by Nornities＆Simsmidgen

I can't play the game yet because sitting down lowers my blood oxygen level and makes it hard to breathe, so this is an edited version of a screenshot I took. I have not been able to reply to everyone's comments. really sorry. Thank you to everyone who worried and encouraged me. I need more time to recover. (I have a chronic illness, so I'm grateful that it didn't become more serious.) *I don't use a translator, so I'm sorry if the English is incorrect.

Live a self-sufficient life in Praaven.(Starts with 0 money.) Since MOD is installed, can only cook with the ingredients have.

thank you for reading. see you.