#thesimsmedieval

[itsmattyu]

THE SIMS 3 TO MEDIEVAL DRESSES CONVERSION

color wheel and body morph compatibles, In order to unlock all clothing for ur heroes u need to either use "TestingCheatsEnabled on" in game and then "DisableClothingFilter on" OR edit the commands.ini file that u can find in "The Sims Medieval\GameData\Shared\NonPackaged\Ini" REPLACING THE 0 WITH 1 TO ACTIVATE IT

u can also use a cmar mod, that lets u pick the option " get undressed" or "get dressed", if u have issues seeing the clothes in game after cas, which u can grab here: Download - MEGA

thanks to @joojconverts for converting these clothes from the sims 4 to the sims 3

DOWNLOAD LINKS:

-Sifix Mary Dress: HERE

Sifix Adelaide Dress: HERE

Sifix Ceridwen Dress: HERE

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Domino Effect

Following Dorthea's passing, The Dowager Queen Margaery's health declined. And by the winter of 1354, she was seemingly nearing her final days. Her bedchamber was filled with priests, nuns, and her closest family, as they all loyally stood by her side. Margaery sat up in her bed and called for her grandchildren. Princess Augusta first came to her, kneeling at her side.

"Augusta, you are a vision of grace and strength. I am so proud of the woman you've become," Margaery spoke softly, her eyes filled with love as she gazed at her granddaughter. "Your beauty is a reflection of your grandmother, Queen Anne. I see her spirit shining through you," Margaery continued, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "I am sorry for the pain caused by my son's actions against you, your mother, and our family. It weighs heavy on my heart."

"But do not let my passing hinder your path, Augusta," she urged, her voice gaining strength as she caressed her cheek. "Go to Tartosa, you are to be Empress one day, and let love and diplomacy mend what has been broken. Your future is bright, my dear, and nothing should stand in its way." With tears in her eyes, Augusta moved to the side. King Edward walked to his grandmother's bedside, taking her cold and frail hand into his. Margaery looked into Edward's eyes with a sense of peace, her hand trembling as she reached for her grandson's. "Edward, in your hands rests the crown's unwavering legacy. Let the realm feel your benevolence, as my Wilhelm once did, for kindness and devotion are the strongest swords," Margaery whispered weakly.

Edward clasped her hand gently, his eyes reflecting the weight of her words. "I will do my utmost, to honor both you and my grandfather's legacy. I pray that I can bring as much light to the realm as you both once did."

With a faint smile, Margaery continued, "Your grandfather would be proud, just as I am, for your reign shall mend the scars of your fathers mistakes. Seek a queen whose heart mirrors your resolve, for in her lies the future of our line."

Edward nodded solemnly, his determination shining through. "I will find a queen who shares our vision, one who will stand by my side as we steer our realm under the Watcher's guidance."

Margaery's voice grew softer, yet carried a firmness that belied her frailty. 'The crown must never falter, Edward, for it is the beacon that guides this realm,' she reminded him. 'I need to rest now for a while.' Her words were gentle, yet weighted with the knowledge of impending farewells. As Edward leaned in, she whispered to him, 'Remember always, I love you dearly."

In these moments, Margaery also imparted a crucial decision. The Kingdom of Effenmont, a jewel off the coast of Windenburg that had come into her possession after her father's passing years prior, would pass to King Edward upon her eventual departure, becoming a state of Windenburg. This gift, intertwined with her love and guidance, would forever shape the realm they both held dear.

As Edward gazed out the window at the falling snow, he felt the weight of centuries resting upon his shoulders, each snowflake a whispered reminder of the legacy he must uphold, the mistakes he must correct, and the future he must forge for his realm and his people.

In the early hours of the morning the following day, Margaery lay on her bed, her eyes fluttering open slightly as she weakly called out for Edward. He hurried to her side, his heart heavy with impending loss, yet he masked his emotions with a calm demeanor.

With a stern but loving expression, Margaery reached out for Edward's hand and whispered, "Do not forget what I've told you, The crown must never fall."

Edward nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting determination and sorrow. "I won't forget, I promise."

As Margaery attempted to sit up, a sharp pain pierced through her chest, causing her to gasp. She cried out for a priest, her voice strained yet resolute. The priest rushed to her bedside, offering prayers and comfort as Margaery lay back, her breaths becoming shallower.

In her final moments, She whispered her late husband's name, a final farewell to the love of her life. "Wilhelm?" she breathed, her voice barely audible amidst the hushed room. Her eyes slowly closed, and the priest, after a brief examination, turned to the King with a somber apology, saying, 'I'm sorry, Your Grace. she has passed.' The room fell into a solemn silence, the weight of Margaery's legacy lingering in the air."

Edward stood by the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on Margaery's frail form. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting a somber ambiance that mirrored the heavy emotions in Edward's heart. Though surrounded by loved ones and attendants, he felt an unyielding solitude settle upon him, as if the world had receded into a distant murmur, leaving only him and his grandmother in that final moment.

In the days that followed Margaery's passing, a wave of sorrow swept through the kingdom as news of her departure spread like wildfire. Citizens from all walks of life, from the bustling markets to the quiet countryside, made their way to Westsimster Abbey, their solemn faces a testament to the deep respect and admiration they held for their departed queen.

Inside the grand halls of the abbey, a scene of profound mourning unfolded. The royal family stood together, their heads bowed in reverence, as they surrounded Margaery's peaceful figure. She lay adorned in her finest regal attire, a testament to her grace and dignity even in death. Her robes, woven from the finest purple satin, cascaded around her in gentle folds, accentuated by the soft gleam of ermine furs that spoke of her regal lineage.

A crown, symbolizing her reign and legacy, graced her brow, its jewels catching the flickering candlelight and casting a radiant glow upon her serene features. Despite the weight of grief that hung heavy in the air, Margaery appeared as if she were merely slumbering, her expression one of tranquil repose. As Edward approached Margaery's resting place, his heart heavy with sorrow, he found solace in the memories of her unwavering strength and kindness. With a voice touched by emotion, he spoke to the gathered mourners:

"We stand here today not just to mourn the loss of a queen, but to honor the legacy of a matriarch whose love and wisdom guided us all. Margaery was not just a ruler; she was the heart and soul of our family, a beacon of grace and compassion in times of turmoil. Her absence leaves a void that can never be filled, but her legacy of unity and empathy will continue to inspire us as we navigate the path ahead. Let us remember her not with tears of sadness, but with gratitude for the light she brought into our lives."

Following her funeral, Margaery was placed in her coffin and carried beneath the grand halls of Westsimster Abbey. There, in the dim light of the crypt, she was laid to rest beside her late husband, King Wilhelm IV. The royal family gathered around her final resting place, their faces etched with grief as they mourned her one last time.

The chamber echoed with the soft sounds of weeping and whispered prayers, a testament to the deep loss felt by all. As the moment of farewell drew to a close, they began to exit the chamber, their hearts heavy with sorrow. King Edward lingered at the entrance, his eyes cast downward in despair. His mind was full of emotions, an immense amount of grief, responsibility, and reflection.

He thought of his grandmother's final counsel, the words that would forever resonate within him: "The crown must never falter." The weight of her legacy and the promise he had made felt almost overwhelming in that moment.

As he took his final steps out of the chamber, Edward whispered to himself, "I will not let you down, this crown shall never fall.".

Queen Margaery 1279-1354 (75 yrs)

May the Watcher guide her into the light ♡

[simsofavalon]

My edit of a conversion by @simverses who’s creations I’ve become addicted to. Here is some simple commoner’s garb with leather collar, great for cold weather. I work on a computer that is about 10 years old, thus, I am always keeping an eye on my KB count. This creation only has 3 swatches, and most of my items will be kept simple that way in the future to reduce bulk. Included are the green pictured here as well as a blue and gray. (I plan to do up children’s and toddler’s versions as well but in other colors so will add those when finished.)

DOWNLOAD here.

[theflowerbunny]

The Sims Medieval - Not So Berry Challenge (Reupload)

(I'm reuploading this Challenge from my old blog) Based on the highly successful Not So Berry challenge, I bring you a “converted” version for the middle ages!

*Please note that this challenge only applies to The Sims franchise spin-off game. How to play- Mods:

To play this challenge you will need the following mods: Grim’s Medieval Core, Watcher’s Hand, Urnstone Mod and Legendary Traits Enabled (Needs registration for the last one).

Growing Up:

Enable Child Aging on the Grim’s Medieval Core Settings, and to age up the children, select “Age Up” (Not Age Up and Assign Profession). To assign the different classes, use Watcher’s Hand Mod.

Oh, and to make Sims die by old age, enable cheats and kill them by starvation, you can also put more wrinkles into them over the weeks! (By editing the Sims into CAS). I recommend reading this guide by shroomboi- How to Play Legacy Style in Sims Medieval.

Traits: Shift Click The Sims with cheats enabled (Guide to Enable Advanced Cheats) to change their random traits.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use the ‘motherlode’ cheat to furnish your houses and kingdom.

Generation One: Mint

You’re a mischievous Physician that really loves the color mint. You’re career driven but still make time for silly pranks and outings with your closest friends. You love luxury and want the best for yourself and your family.

Traits: Jokester, Hubris, Greedy

Hero: Physician

Rules:

Get 5000 Simoleons with the “Borrow Money” interaction.

Reach level ten in the physician class..

Have 3 enemies.

Complete 10 responsibilities.

Generation Two: Rose

You had everything you desired as a child but you were always longing for more. As an adult you have a hard time committing to relationships as you’re so focused on your class. You have absolutely no parental instincts whatsoever but you still love your child with all your heart.

Traits: Chivalrous, Vain, Licentious

Child Becomes a: Bard

Rules:

Have only one child.

Reach level ten in the bard class.

Have 3 romances at once without being caught.

Complete 10 responsibilities.

Generation Three: Yellow

Growing up you never had a close relationship with your parents and spent the majority of your time alone in your room. You developed strange powers and couldn’t figure out why. But you know one thing: You want to explore all the knowledge in the universe!.

Traits: Scholarly, Solitary, Insecure

Child Becomes a: Wizard

Rules

Reach level ten in the wizard class.

Kill 2 people using the Deadly Arrow spell.

Craft a Legendary Doomstaff (The Grim Reaper’s Staff).

Never have any close friends or relationships other than grandparent from Generation 1 until the grandparent dies.

Generation Four: Gray

You always felt that you were different. While the rest of your family was ‘busy’ studying and reading, you just wanted to be outside playing kingball. You’re very good at sports and you dream of becoming a professional athlete. To make up for your nonexistent relationship with your parents you want to be there for your own children as much as possible. Oh, and you love to sing.

Traits: Adventurous, Eloquent, Herculean

Child Becomes a: Knight

Rules

Reach level ten in the knight class.

Duel 5 people to death

Have three failed relationships before finding spouse, marry a Dedicated Sim

Be good friends with all of your children

Have big dinner with your spouse and children every Sunday

Generation Five: Plum

You’ve always been good at anything you tried. It’s hard to choose a career, So you decided to challenge yourself to something more difficult! You love to see all those knights fighting, so you thought it would be a good idea to become a blacksmith and forge weapons- And you would still profit from it. But will your job get in the way of your love life?

Traits: Excitable, Dedicated, Wise

Child Becomes a: Blacksmith

Rules

Reach level ten in the blacksmith class.

Forge 15 Legendary Weapons.

Become enemies with 3 different Sims and make it up to them later.

Get divorced and then later remarried to the same Sim

Generation Six: Orange

You’re the black sheep of your family (but with orange hair) and you were raised in a hectic household. You’ve always wanted to cause mayhem, but you’re just really bad at being evil. You enjoy breaking into your neighbors’ houses and eating their food. You really love baking and spend the majority of your spare time eating sweets.

Traits: Evil, Creative Cook, Glutton

Child Becomes a: Spy

Rules

Reach level ten in the spy class.

Poison 5 different Sims.

Try to be mean with 15 different Sims…

Have twins, but only those two children (you may cheat for this).

Insist on being evil- but nobody believes you, not even your own children.

Generation Seven: Pink

You grew up poor and are living paycheck to paycheck working hard just as your parents did. You wanted to write romance novels but this is not possible on The Sims Medieval…. so you stay working at your nine to five. You’re a hopeless romantic, but your unflirty nature makes it nearly impossible to find love.

Traits: Good, Solitary, Morose

Child Becomes a: Merchant

Rules

Reach level ten in the merchant class.

Sell 25 items.

Have a pet parrot.

Befriend 5 Sims

Have a well-maintained garden

Generation Eight: Peach

You grew up in poverty in that generation, and then you had great remorse for your ancestors…You have decided to join the Jacoban faith. But deep down, you don’t believe in anything. An eye that controls every Sim in the universe? Pathetic! You just want the Sims’ money.

Traits: Evil, Entitled, Hubris

Child Becomes a: Jacoban Priest

Rules

Schedule 20 Intense Sermons.

Become enemies with the Peteran Priest.

Schedule 5 Calm Sermons.

Absolve 3 Sims.

Reach level ten in the Jacoban Priest class.

Generation Nine: Green

After the great failure of your ancestors, a Peteran Priest convinced you to join his faith. You then accepted it, and became a little… obsessed with the Watcher. An eye that controls every Sim in the universe? INCREDIBLE!

Traits: Eloquent, Earthy, Patient

Child Becomes a: Peteran Priest

Rules

Schedule 10 Calm Sermons.

Become friends with the Jacoban Priest.

Schedule 5 Intense Sermons.

Absolve 10 Sims.

Reach level ten in the Jacoban Priest class.

Generation Ten: Blue

After nine very extravagant generations, what would become of the tenth? You’ve become a monarch, but you keep a terrible secret! You had a secret affair and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Then you dedicate your soul to raising your children and fixing your marriage. You never admit the affair to anyone and dedicate your life to being the perfect parent.

Traits: Solitary, Loves Family, Seductive

Child Becomes a: Monarch

Rules

Adopt at least one child.

Reach level ten in the Monarch class.

Have perfect safety in the kingdom.

Must marry a village sweetheart and stay with them until you die.

Have a one time secret affair.

I hope you liked my adaptation! All credits go to Kayla and Zoë for the original challenge.

[jessicadiasgames]

Tutorial #8: The Sims Histórias (Stories) Vida (Life) , Bichos (Pets), Náufragos (‎Castaway) / The Sims Medieval

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[nytil-sims-storybook]

Images persos - Characters’s pics

Bidonjour ! 

 Les screens de Hildegarde sont dispo gratuitement sur mon Patreon ! ;-)

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Hildegarde's screenshots are available for free on my Patreon ! ;-)

https://www.patreon.com/posts/77447681?pr=true

Kises !

[simkermellebel]

Solarelle

Ambition: New Beginnings

Welcome to (hopefully) the first time I will finish a The Sims Medieval storyline. I've never come very far, but this time, I have a goal. So, meet Lady Karla of Solarelle. Her traits are Adventurous, Eloquent, and Hubris.

Quest: First Steps Hero: Lady Karla The first quest I did was First Steps, of course. Lady Karla fought some bitches, discovered she was definitely a lesbian, and I, myself, happened to take a look through the lessons and discovered this game has a lot more to it than I believed. A perfect start to a new kingdom.

Quest: Power Grab Hero: Lady Karla Lady Karla invited the leaders of Tredony and Crafthole to the castle. To win their loyalty, she made sure the marriage of Princess Olyve of Tredony became stronger, and she brew the perfect sangria for Alfred of Crafthole, who pledged his loyalty after receiving the recipe for this wonderful beverage. In the meantime, Lady Karla gained two new friends in Druidess Amelia and Tredony Spouse Linda.

Quest: Bounty Hund Wild Boar Hero: Under-Spy Finnian Having no clue how to find the wild boar that was plaguing Solarelle, Under-Spy Finnian decided to go to the other hunters' camp to gather some information. They didn't want to help him out, though (because why would they?), so Finnian decided he would go into the forest and find the boar himself. Coming across a scared villager, he discovered the boar was hiding in a cave near the graveyard. Finnian went inside the cave and attacked the boar, cutting of it's head. Before he turned it in to Lady Karla to receive his bounty, Finnian decided he could pickpocket a travelling merchant. He failed, and was promptly arrested by the constable just seconds after receiving his bounty!

Quest: A Missing Child Hero: Sister Wendy Solarelle felt quiet, so Sister Wendy asked around and found out a little boy had gone missing. She held a sermon in her Peteran Church and asked the townspeople for help finding the boy. After some time, she got word the boy was found in the town square. When she went to meet him, the boy told Sister Wendy he left because of Solarelle's lack of religion, but returned because someone, or something, called him back.

Quest: Cultural Crusades Heroes: Sister Wendy, Under-Spy Finnian Sister Wendy felt like people weren't very interested in the Peteran faith, so she went to find out why that was. Talking to the townspeople, she found out they thought the Peteran faith boring. With the help of Under-Spy Finnian, she went around Solarelle to add some new things to the Peteran church; some nice, new liquor, new clothing and a book all about the Peteran faith. With that, the Peteran church grew in Solarelle.

Quest: Make Books, Not War Hero: Sister Wendy Sister Wendy thought the Peterans needed to be more educated on their faith. After discovering an ancient book about the Peteran faith, Wendy set out to translate it. The translation didn't go too well, but the church-goers didn't respond too badly to the teachings from it, so Wendy had it illustrated and bound into a beautiful book. After multiple copies were finished, she handed a few out to the church-goers. For free. Because the church doesn’t steal from the people in Solarelle.

Quest: Royal Assassination Hero: Under-Spy Finnian Out of nowhere, Lady Karla started raising taxes and murdering townsfolk for no reason. Under-Spy Finnian started investigating, and found out that Lady Karla was an imposter! After finding Lady Karla's locket in a graveyard, he concluded she had been killed and someone else was now posing as their monarch. To confirm his suspicions, he asked Lady Karla about the inscription on the locket. She failed to answer the question correctly, and when he confronted her, she branded him a traitor and had him sent to the pit. Under-Spy Finnian lost his battle against the pit beast and died with honor.

Quest: Royal Assassination (again) Hero: Under-Spy Concordia After the tragic death of Under-Spy Finnian, a new spy moved into the spyquarts; Under-Spy Concordia. Finding some clues as to Finnian's last mission, Concordia decided to investigate Lady Karla as well and discovered she was an imposter. She poisoned Lady Karla's food and waited, but was arrested not much later because she hadn't fulfilled Lady Karla's request for 1,000,000 simoleons in lost treasure. Under-Spy Concordia was thrown in the pit and fought valiantly against the beast, even acquiring the doomsword hilt in her battle. But the beast won, and the bones of Under-Spy Concordia were thrown out of the pit. Another tragic death. Despite her only living in Solarelle for such a short time, she was a legend. After she got robbed at night, she went and pickpocketed her money back from the looter.

Quest: The Witch Is Back Hero: Lady Karla The imposter that had taken Lady Karla's place had succeeded in making the people believe she was their true Monarch. With the traitorous Under-Spies gone, she discovered she actually kind of liked being a ruler. Instead of running with the treasure she had collected, the new Lady Karla decided to stay in Solarelle and rule her new-found kingdom. When word of a witch roaming the town hit, Lady Karla was intrigued. She freed the witch from where the townspeople had locked her up and fell for the woman almost instantly. When she went to tell the town about her love, Lady Karla discovered that the Witch Celeste had been running from an evil warlock. Lady Karla fought the warlock and exiled him from Solarelle. Soon after, Lady Karla asked the Witch Celeste to marry her, and Celeste said yes! Feeling like it was time to find some religion, Lady Karla joined the Peteran Faith and she and her betrothed were able to get married in the Peter Monastery.

Quest: A Missing Child (again) Hero: Adept Osiris Adept Osiris felt like something was wrong in town. Using his magic, he found out a boy was missing. He found the boy's location and talked to the boy in the town square. The little boy said he'd been afraid, as he felt like someone was watching him from a large tower, but now that Adept Osiris was there, he felt safer.

Quest: Wag the Dog Heroes: Lady Karla the Great, Bloodletter Grace Lady Karla the Great heard rumors that someone was having a special relationship with Princess Susanne of Tredony. If this were to be true, it would be a scandal for Solarelle! Lady Karla found out that her own royal advisor was the one in relations with the Tredonian Princess. She sent the two lovers away and set out to squash these rumors before they built a wedge between Solarelle and Tredony. Lady Karla asked Bloodletter Grace for advise, and together they concocted a plan to fake a plague. It would make everyone forget about the rumors they'd heard, and focus on being scared of this horrible plague. Bloodletter Grace concocted a potion that gave the townspeople symptoms of a plague and gave it to multiple townsfolk. Lady Karla spread the rumor about the plague, and soon enough that's all people could talk about. Shortly after, Bloodletter Grace started handing out the "antidote" and Solarelle was cured of the plague. A man came to the castle, shouting nonsense about the plague being fake. Lady Karla threatened him with exile, and the man promptly shut his cakehole. The royal advisor was able to return to the castle, but she had to keep her relationship with the Tredonian Princess a bit more secret. Meanwhile, Lady Karla started feeling sick. Bloodletter Grace diagnosed her with a sickness and treated her. After a few treatments, Lady Karla the Great was entirely cured.

Quest: Goblins! Hero: Adept Osiris Townspeople were getting attacked, and Adept Osiris was set on finding out who was hurting the people of Solarelle. After talking to some survivors, he found out it was goblins. He went to warn Lady Karla the Great of this threat to the kingdom, but she didn't much care. "Less mouths to feed", she'd said, so Adept Osiris went out on his own to fix this problem. He visited the cave where they'd been spotted, and found out a portal was spewing them out into Solarelle. In this cave, he found a hairy doll. Apparently, the goblins used it to install fear in people. Adept Osiris got some goblin meat from his time in the cave and concocted a potion. After he fed it and the meat to the pit beast, it became addicted to goblin meat. With the pit beast, Solarelle defeated the goblins and feasted off their meat for days.

Quest: Invasion! Hero: Under-Spy Rosiel The third spy in the kingdom of Solarelle had a hard first task set in front of her: she had heard from a contact of an invasion happening soon, and the people responsible were assembling in the forest. Under-Spy Rosiel sought information and found out they had a traitor in their midst. She invaded the brigands' camp and found out the time and place of the next meeting, where she discovered Stephen of Solarelle was their traitor. She executed the man on the spot and went to meet the brigands' leader. After learning all of his secrets, she threatened him to leave, or she'd reveal his secret love affair. Rosiel shook hands with the warlord, and he and his brigands left Solarelle. During her quest, Under-Spy Rosiel was attacked by a bandit. She fought him valiantly and defeated the man, granting him mercy.

Quest: Foolishness Hero: Lady Karla the Great Lady Karla the Great felt being a monarch was too time-consuming. She needed a vacation, but shirking her responsabilities was not an option, so she decided to trade places with the court jester (who just half an hour earlier had petitioned for some money to build a torture dungeon). With the disapproval of her royal advisor, Lady Karla the Great made Harlequin Brenda the new monarch of Solarelle, and Lady Karla herself enjoyed her freedom. She went fishing, sailed along the coast, and then returned to the throne room to fulfill her new duties as court jester. She played some songs on the fiddle and performed a puppet show, but at the end of the day Lady Karla decided she'd had enough and she'd like to be herself again. Now Regent Brenda didn't want to hear it, and after having sent her advisor away, Lady Karla had "no claim" to the throne. Regent Brenda then sent Lady Karla to the stocks! But Lady Karla wouldn't leave it at that. After she got out of the stocks, she released her advisor from where she had been locked up in the stocks as well and took back her throne from Regent Brenda, who apologized in fear for her misdeeds. Feeling for the woman, Lady Karla the Great decided to pardon her for her misdeeds.

Quest: Doomsday Heroes: Prioress Wendy, Adept Osiris A strange man came into town, talking of a horrible disaster that was coming to Solarelle. Adept Osiris used his powers to find out what was to come. To avert this crisis, they needed the people of Solarelle to be calm. Prioress Wendy set out to keep her followers calm, and with a few ingredients Adept Osiris was able to cast a shield in the sky over Solarelle. The crisis was averted, and the horrible tragedy was deflected to a neighboring island. Mission... succeeded?

Quest: Royal Review Hero: Bloodletter Grace It was once again time for Bloodletter Grace to have her 'bloodletter's license' renewed. Lady Karla the Great wouldn't just renew her license for nothing, so Bloodletter Grace had to prove herself. She dove into her research to make sure she could answer any question. Then she went outside and checked some ill-looking townsfolk. After proving herself to the monarch, Bloodletter Grace's medical license was renewed and she could continue as usual with her practice.

Quest: Ancient Secrets Heroes: Magus Osiris, Shopkeeper Marlon Strange ruins were found in Solarelle, and the monarch immediately seized all digging for the safety of the people. Magus Osiris and Shopkeeper Marlon didn't seem to agree and were determined to know what was down there. They came up with a plan together to convince the people closest to Lady Karla the Great, so they could convince her to let them go to the ruins. After talking to her royal advisor and some of the elders, Lady Karla let them go to the digging site. Osiris and Marlon found evidence of an ancient civilization that had been buried under the earth ages ago. They slowly uncovered the ruins, and found tablets with a lot of knowledge.

Quest: Crab Bandit Hero: Lady Karla the Great Lady Karla the Great needed Solarelle to be a more protected kingdom, so she reached out to a bunch of inventors for their ideas. A crazy man told her about the Crab Bandit, who ruled an underground civilization here in Solarelle. After confirming that this Crab Bandit existed with her own buildmaster, Lady Karla the Great went into the cave where he had supposedly been seen. She found the Crab Bandit, and he told her, through inelligeble speech, his three tokens of gratitude that she needed to deliver. Guessing, Lady Karla the Great arranged him some new clothes to replace old, ragged ones, moustache wax to make his gorgeous moustache even more beautiful, and food for his little crab army. There was even an extra option for any vegetarian crabbies! The Crab Bandit was very pleased with these items, and forged an alliance to protect Solarelle.

COMPLETED: Gold Level A total of 12 buildings were placed in Solarelle during its run. A bunch of heroes emerged, although not all of them survived to see Solarelle's glory. And not every born hero got to live an adventure. But, now we move on to a new adventure! Yay!

[eumedieval]

Uau! Estamos nessa lista e nem sabíamos! Quanta honra! 💕

☘ Medieval & Fantasy Sims 4 Mods List ☘

i gave up and created my own fantasy/medieval cc list! 🌜 it includes both gameplay mods & cc items; not only themed but general ones too (ok it's basically my mods folder with links). i hope someone may find it helpful and will find something new there! 🌿 i will also be adding more to this list over time.

Here is the 🌷 LINK 🌷

♥ cc finds: @historychallengecc @fantasyccclove @ribbonsmedieval @sims4historicalccfinds @simshistoricalfinds @ts4medieval @fairysimsmedievalcreations @sssvitlanz

[eumedieval]

Quem também ainda joga The Sims Medieval? Vídeo do bardo da Vll.

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🪴FAZENDA MEDIEVAL

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[summerr-the-simmer]

Historical Mods and Medieval CC

Here’s a master list of all the mods and Medieval CC I’m using for Generation one (Middle Ages generation) of my royalty challenge. It can be accessed at the Google Doc here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13INY5TJ891Qrv-oNXat6naD8Qyv4rJZV6KP7WmnD8rI/edit?usp=sharing

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[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Reaving: Part 2

The following morning was Christmas Eve, and snow fell lightly outside of Windenburg Castle. King Edward and his mother, Queen Cordelia, sat down for a meal in their private dining hall. Cordelia seized this opportunity to share her unsettling revelation from the previous night. The air in the chamber was quiet but heavy as she sat across from Edward at the long wooden table, where a simple spread awaited them, accompanied by warmed cider. Cordelia’s gaze was distant, her brow furrowed, lost in thought—a sight not unnoticed by her son.

Edward looked up from his empty plate, arching an eyebrow.

“Mother, you’ve barely touched your food. Is something troubling you?”

Cordelia glanced at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She seemed to weigh her words carefully before speaking, her tone measured but edged with tension.

“I am troubled, Edward,” she admitted. “Last night, I witnessed something most unsettling.”

Edward, mildly intrigued, turned to her.

“And what might that be?”

Cordelia paused, gesturing toward the staircase before continuing.

“I saw Lady Adelaide in a most… distasteful display. She struck our maidservant Philippa, someone who has been with our family for years. She slapped her straight across the face, in fact. Then, in a voice as bold as sin, she announced that she would be queen and that Philippa should ‘remember her place.’”

Edward’s face softened, and he laughed, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand.

“Mother, surely you must be mistaken. Adelaide? A violent hand? She wouldn’t hurt a soul.”

Cordelia’s expression darkened.

“Are you calling me a liar, Edward?” she asked, her voice low and steady, simmering with hurt and indignation.

Edward jolted, taken aback.

“No, I only meant… she doesn’t seem the type.”

“Then I urge you, my son, to open your eyes,” Cordelia replied, her voice stern but laced with pleading. “Adelaide is more than you think she is, and not all of it is for the better.”

Edward looked down, considering her words. The flicker of doubt she’d planted deepened as he drifted into a silent, pensive gaze, the weight of his mother’s warning settling upon him.

The bitter winter winds cut through Bagley as Prince Harold fought alongside his men, his face bare and exposed to the frigid air. His helmet had long been given to a soldier who’d lost his own, but Harold moved through the chaos undeterred, his resolve fierce. Snow spiraled from the dark, brooding sky, mingling with the smoke of battle that billowed over the frozen fields. Amidst the frenzied clash of steel and cries of the wounded, Harold’s gaze fell upon a figure he recognized: Ser William Mason, one of his closest friends and fiercest fighters, lay motionless on the ground, his helmet lost.

A chill beyond winter’s reach settled over Harold as he raced toward him, his heart pounding with dread. He reached William’s side, fear gripping him as he pulled him up, throwing the weight of his friend over his shoulder. Shielding him from the blows of the enemy, he carried him to the edge of the battle and lowered him carefully behind the cover of a low stone wall.

William’s eyes fluttered open, his face ashen and dazed.

“Harry…” he murmured, a weary smile flickering as he recognized his friend. “You mad fool… you’ll get yourself killed for the likes of me.”

Harold knelt beside him, gripping William’s shoulder.

“There’s no way I’d let you die in the snow like a forgotten ghost,” he replied firmly. “You’re stronger than this, William. Hold on just a little longer.”

But before William could respond, his eyes widened, terror igniting in their depths.

“Harold—behind you!” he shouted, his voice raw and desperate.

Harold whipped around, his heart seizing as he saw the glint of steel—a soldier of Henford’s, sword raised, bearing down on them with murderous intent. Both men’s voices tore through the cold as they shouted, raising arms to shield themselves against the deadly blow as the shadow loomed over them.

That same night at Windenburg Castle, the royal family gathered in the Great Hall, feasting and celebrating the eve of Christmas. The hall was alive with laughter and lively conversation, candlelight casting a warm glow over tables laden with sumptuous dishes and the finest wines. Seated beside King Edward was Lady Adelaide, her gaze resting attentively on him as he spoke of his kingdom.

Their conversation drifted towards Edward’s alliances and the pressing matters of Windenburg’s security, each word a reminder of the weight that sat on his shoulders. As Edward spoke, his voice softened with rare vulnerability.

“When I see the toll this war has taken, the sacrifices made, it haunts me. These soldiers—they aren’t nameless pawns. They’re husbands, fathers, sons, all fighting for a land they call home. We, too, have a duty to shield them from such suffering.”

Adelaide’s brow arched, a faint trace of impatience flickering across her face as she sipped her wine.

“Edward, you’re their king, not their keeper. Worrying for those who choose to fight is… sentiment wasted. Our resources are better spent on Windenburg itself, wouldn’t you agree?”

Edward’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of unease flashing in his gaze, though he spoke patiently.

“And yet, their choice to fight is born of loyalty, of a desire to protect the lives they hold dear. Should we not, in turn, do what we can to honor such loyalty?”

Adelaide’s gaze hardened, her voice lowering to a tone as cold as the winter winds beyond the castle walls.

“Why waste resources on Bagley?” she said slowly, almost dismissively. “Their suffering is insignificant to us. We should focus on our own prosperity. After all, history remembers those who rise from the ashes, not those who save the fallen.”

Her words hit like a shockwave. The table fell silent, as though all the warmth of the hall had been smothered in a single breath. Even the distant laughter and music from the adjoining rooms faded. Heads turned, and all eyes locked on her.

Edward’s face turned ashen, anger burning beneath his steely gaze.

“You would speak so callously about a war that threatens the very bloodline of this family?” His voice rang with disappointment and fury. “My mother is of Bagley blood, and the royal family of Bagley is here at this table! You forget that these ‘insignificant’ lives are not just numbers; they are my people, and I refuse to turn my back on them. If you can’t see the humanity in this struggle, perhaps you should take some time to reflect.”

Adelaide’s face drained of color as she absorbed the weight of his words. Rising abruptly, she glanced around to see the unyielding stares of the court fixed upon her, their judgment heavy and unspoken. Her composure slipping, she turned and swiftly exited the hall, her footsteps echoing through the silence that lingered long after her departure.

In the early hours of Christmas morning, snow blanketed the battlefield, an eerie hush enveloping the war-torn landscape. The ongoing conflict had quieted for the night, and within the confines of his tent, King Henry lay in restless slumber. Arthur Cromwell, a trusted advisor to King Henry, entered cautiously, the chill of the night clinging to him like a shroud. He paused, letting his gaze settle on the sleeping king, before addressing him in a hushed tone.

“Your Grace,” he began, his voice a gentle summons piercing the stillness. “I apologize for waking you at this hour, but I’ve received a parcel of… unusual nature. It’s from Lord Rodrick.”

Henry blinked awake, confusion etched on his features as he adjusted to the dim light filtering through the canvas.

“Lord Rodrick? He sends gifts now?” A trace of suspicion laced his words, his gaze drifting to the chest resting by Arthur's feet.

Arthur nodded, a grave expression settling on his face.

“Indeed, Your Grace. It came with a note, but I thought it best to deliver it to you directly. Lord Rodrick is not a man given to idle gestures; this is either an offering of some kind or something meant to unnerve us.”

Nodding, Henry's expression darkened as he looked toward the note, his hand trembling slightly.

“Then let us see what Rodrick has deemed fit to share on this sacred morning.”

With a steady hand, Arthur opened the note, his brow furrowing as he read aloud:

“To The Illustrious, King Henry of Bagley, On this Christmas morning, I extend my warmest wishes for peace and reflection in a season devoted to family and the bonds that hold us. In the spirit of the season, I offer you a gift and, I hope, a source of clarity. True understanding often comes wrapped in unexpected forms, revealing the depths of what we hold dear. May this gesture serve as a reminder of the ties that bind, even in times of struggle, and bring you insight on this sacred day. With utmost sincerity, Lord Rodrick Henford.”

Both men stared at the note in silence, an icy dread filling the tent that no fire could dispel.

Henry's hands shook slightly as he crouched down, resting his fingers on the cold iron latch of the chest. He took a breath, steeling himself, and lifted the lid.

The lid creaked as it opened, and then—a stillness, followed by the sickening realization.

Henry’s face paled as his eyes fell on the contents, horror twisting his features. He stumbled back, gasping, his voice breaking. “No… God, no!” His scream shattered the silence, a cry of pure, guttural agony.

Arthur took an involuntary step forward, eyes widening as he glimpsed what lay inside. “Your Grace!—” he shouted, his own voice hoarse with shock.

Henry collapsed, hands clutching his hair, shaking uncontrollably. “My son…” His voice faltered, choking on the words. “They’ve taken him from me, Arthur. My boy… my only boy…” Henry cried, He sank to the floor, clutching his knees to his chest, his body trembling as despair overtook him. The world around him faded, leaving only the cold emptiness where his son had once been. Arthur knelt beside him, a hand resting on Henry's shoulder, trying to anchor him to reality. “Nothing matters now,” Henry whispered, his voice hollow. “Nothing can bring him back.”

[simsofavalon]

A simple outfit for market or casual gathering on the village green.

DOWNLOAD (<- My retexture)

This will not work without the original mesh by @zx-ta which is found

HERE.

[dystopianam]

The world in The Sims Medieval is beautiful, I don't understand why no one has ever tried to recreate it on The Sims 3...

[journeyharrt]

The Sims Medieval: so much fun, join next Wednesday !!!!