#TS3 Medieval Story

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The next morning, Arthur still couldn’t comprehend the events of the past day. It didn’t feel real. He knew ever since he could talk that one day he would be taking the crown. Even with the years of training from his father, he still felt so unprepared.

Arthur was so deep in thought, it wasn’t until his dear friend Charles spoke that he had noticed he wasn’t alone anymore.

Charles: “I heard you summoned me Your Grace”.

Arthur: “Yes I did. I would like you to be one of my advisors. I trust you more than any of my father’s advisors, especially in battle and the court. If you do accept, once I am crowned you will honoured with the title Duke of Somerset.

Charles: “I’m honoured your Grace, thank you”.

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Me, when some unsuspecting fool asks me about my sims, not knowing that my sims have lore so deep it reaches across all readily available games - yes, that includes console, handheld and mobile - and are all intrecately woven into a fine Web of made up and canon.

[georgiapeachsims]

Years 1135-1145 of my Medieval Shipwrecked Save

[gaiahypothesims]

Prince Oberyn on his steed

[ceresinay]

Aurence does not know what to feel when he sees the child, the human representation of his misfortune.

[cloudberry-sims]

The Rosenward family is the 3rd peasant family in Hopebury, consisting of a elderly woodcutter and his two young children, after losing his wife to the magma fever.

Although not a young man anymore , Quentrell Rosenward has the heart and strength of an ox!

With ax in hand he is determined to build himself and his children a good and honest life in the small settlement. Although it wont be easy as a single parent.

Florina , his eldest and only daughter , had a good heart with a tenderness of all life.

So much so , that when she found a stray kitten in the bushes she begged her father to keep her, which he agreed to. She named the cat Sweuite.

Robard , who was still very young , had a talent of causing trouble for his father and sister with his clumsy and easy going nature...

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The Scotsman and the Culdee of Innish Breacaimsir, Chapter 1

Alasdair awoke again, lying on rough sheets over a thin and poky pallet, aching as though he’d fallen from a cliff. Perhaps he had. His hands had scrapes on them (not terribly different from normal) and he could feel bruises and knots forming all over. His eyes felt a little swollen; he hoped he hadn’t broken his nose yet again. He shivered, trying to wrap the blanket (one blanket, and rough wool at that) tighter around himself. Worse still, he was totally naked, once again without his awareness of the matter. Where were the clothes he had been given? Where was he? He looked about for his belongings, but none were found. 

The surroundings were unfamiliar–the ceiling was thatch, the walls and floor rough-hewn stone, and–it was cold and dark, lit only by a candle perilously close to the straw and some light from a door, if it could be called that, some distance away; it was made of rough planks, open at top and bottom. He could see a cross hung on the wall, with some kind of prayer-book on a low table below it, but there was otherwise no ornamentation or other signs of a person living there. 

He was reminded of the sheilings on his cousin Matthew’s estate, although this building was much smaller than any he’d seen in his youth. It was more like one of those round prison-cells found in the south. But the ‘door’ was definitely not meant for a prison-cell; he could have crawled out through the gap at the bottom if he was less sore and disoriented.

“Foolish, to leave a candle burning like this,” Alasdair said aloud, if only to reassure himself that he could still speak. “I could have turned and knocked it over.” 

At this, the door swung open; Alasdair flinched and blinked at the blaze of light. A man in a monk’s robe entered and made his way to the pallet; he was speaking in some very strange variant of Gaelic, by the few words Alasdair could make out. There was a buzzing, itching feeling in his ears, making him dizzy, and he screwed his eyes shut and leaned back on the pallet for a moment. And suddenly, he understood what the man was saying, with another wave of vertigo and buzzing. 

“...you’re awake, praise be to Saint Colmcille, I was sure you were dead when I found you…” He had a gap in his teeth that made him whistle while talking, and the stubble on his tonsure was somewhat overgrown. Alasdair was unsure whether being in a monastery was a good sign or a bad one.

“Who are you? Where am I?” he asked. 

“I am Caedmon, the hermit of Innish Breacaimsir,” the monk said. “Although I suppose I’m not such a hermit anymore now that you’re here. Even if I’m supposed to live in seclusion, I can’t very well ignore someone washed up half-dead at my well!”

“You’re a hermit,” Alasdair said, feeling his stomach drop. Outside of men hired to live in rich landowner’s follies, or perhaps Robinson Crusoe, he’d never met a real hermit before. As far as he knew, there hadn’t been a religious hermit in Scotland since after the Reformation. And where was Innish Breacaimsir? He’d never heard of such an island.

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Chapter 4: Blossoming Love, Blooming Life

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over their modest home, Mertin and Garcia shared a moment of quiet intimacy. Sitting by the hearth, they spoke softly of their hopes and dreams for the future, their hands intertwined in a silent display of love.

Suddenly, a mischievous grin spread across Garcia's face as she glanced at Mertin and whispered playfully, "I have a secret to share with you." Mertin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Garcia's teasing tone. "Oh? What is it, my love?" he asked, leaning closer. Garcia placed a hand over her belly, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "I believe we'll be welcoming a new member into our family soon," she announced, her voice tinged with emotion. Mertin's eyes widened with surprise and joy. He couldn't believe the happiness that flooded his heart at Garcia's words. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. Garcia nodded, tears of joy brimming in her eyes. "Yes, I'm going to be a mother, and you, a father, once again," she replied, her voice filled with love and wonder.

He gently placed his head against Garcia's belly, feeling the faint flutter of life within. His eyes sparkled with wonder and love as he stroked her belly tenderly.

"Hello in there, little one," Mertin whispered softly, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and affection. "You're already bringing so much joy to our hearts." Overwhelmed with emotion, Mertin pulled Garcia into a tight embrace, holding her close to his heart. "This is the most wonderful news, Garcia. I can't express how much it means to me," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

From that moment on, the anticipation of their baby's arrival heightened, becoming a cherished part of their daily conversations and interactions. Mertin and Garcia found themselves bonding even more closely as they eagerly awaited the birth of their child.

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Sims 3 Acrobats Return in Fisherman's & His Wife Sims 4 Story! 🤹‍♂️🎪✨ The Legacy Lives On!

I gotta admit, Sims 3 acrobats were epic! Missing that in Sims 4 for sure. What do you guys think?

Check out the knife juggler and contortionist in action in 'The Fisherman & His Wife' - a 38-minute Sims 4 story! 🎥 Watch it here: https://youtu.be/jZcwnBQQ5nY

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Rosaline the witch

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𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏, 1501

The afternoon sun beamed, shining throughout the castle grounds. Arthur waited patiently for the dreaded news of his father's passing. He never wanted to be king. His sister would've made an excellent Queen, but he was unluckily born first. Arthur heard footsteps approaching towards him, his stomach sank.

Isabella: "Father is gone…".

Arthur: "How is our mother?"

Isabella: "Heartbroken of course. She's asked to see you. I assume to discuss your new position".

Arthur: "i will be inside in a moment".

Isabella: "I will let her know then your Royal Highness”.

Arthur: "Please stop saying that".

Isabella: "Well you are the King now, might as well get used to it".

*Isabella walks away*

Arthur: "God help me...".

[sooky88]

Medieval Church (Wedding Venue)

Hi all! I think this will be the first of a series of medieval builds I'll post, since I'm having fun actually playing the game for the first time in years now that I'm doing the Ultimate Decades Challenge by Morbid (you can find it here if you're interested).

This is a simple wedding venue with nothing fancy about it, fit for simple weddings under the eye of...the Watcher. The altar is a wedding arch, and if you have Wedding Stories you can walk down the aisle.  

It's medieval themed BUT it fits perfectly in modern days too, here in Windemburg but even in Henford of Bagley! Just delete the decorative well and the cart and you're good to go.

I placed it in the Olde Platz in Windemburg, on the left, but you can place it in any of those three lots at your preference. If you're interested and want to play medieval, I suggest to dowload the Medieval Windemburg by TheSenseMedieval

Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------CC LIST Felixandre: October 2017 - January 2018 - Chateau 01 - Chateau 02 - Gothic Revival Exterior - Gothic Revival Interior Lili's Palace: Folklore: Homestead (you only need the cart but I suggest the whole set anyway cause it's gorgeous)

Ingeli: TSM Peteran Statue Fountain - TSM Rustic Bath (you only need the toilet but again, I suggest the whole set) TheJim07: Jacoban Altar & Candle - Lady Ravendancer Goth's Book o' Spells - Three Candelabra from TS3 - Medieval Set from TS2 ZxTa: Jacoban 2.0 - Peteran 2.0 - Jacoban Build Set 02 (You only need the round windows) - Jacoban Build Set - Statue Set

My CC are included. Credits: @felixandresims @lilis-palace @simverses @thejim07 @zx-ta

DOWNLOAD on Patreon (Early Access) public release on November 10

[georgiapeachsims]

Years 1065-1075 of my Medieval Shipwrecked Save

[ceresinay]

"It's a boy. Have you already thought of a name?"

"Vincere."