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Praaven - my medieval game
ZhakiraP
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PRAAVEN
The people in Praaven were living in peace, ruled by King Richard Sovereign (from the exchange) and his queen Margareth. They had a son, Crown Prince Caspian.
One day an evil sorcerer took Ebeneke keep from the hapless lord and imprisoned the lord´s daughter to be his wife.
As he tried to imprison the son, the boy managed to escape and rode off for help.
Lord Hector Pendragon led the men to battle to retake the castle.
The sorcerer had enlisted a band of marauders protect his castle, he sent them out to greet Lord Hector and his men.
The bandit leader:
The sorcerer warned Lord Hector what would happen if the men did not leave. He did not listen when Lord Hector told him to at least let the young Lady go.
Then the fighting began!
Lord Hector took on the leader.
A clever guard showed up in peasant clothing, effectively tricking the bandits and attacking when they were unaware.
Then the sorcerer joined the fray. He was using magics no one in Praaven had seen before.
The marauders were getting the upperhand!
Lord Hector had fallen to the leader of the marauders.
That was the end of the battle, the sorcerer finished of the remaining men using vile magics and his black dragon to turn them into some sort of ghouls!
After that, the land was in turmoil. Sims went missing, whole families simply vanished!
The people in Praaven were living in peace, ruled by King Richard Sovereign (from the exchange) and his queen Margareth. They had a son, Crown Prince Caspian.
One day an evil sorcerer took Ebeneke keep from the hapless lord and imprisoned the lord´s daughter to be his wife.
As he tried to imprison the son, the boy managed to escape and rode off for help.
Lord Hector Pendragon led the men to battle to retake the castle.
The sorcerer had enlisted a band of marauders protect his castle, he sent them out to greet Lord Hector and his men.
The bandit leader:
The sorcerer warned Lord Hector what would happen if the men did not leave. He did not listen when Lord Hector told him to at least let the young Lady go.
Then the fighting began!
Lord Hector took on the leader.
A clever guard showed up in peasant clothing, effectively tricking the bandits and attacking when they were unaware.
Then the sorcerer joined the fray. He was using magics no one in Praaven had seen before.
The marauders were getting the upperhand!
Lord Hector had fallen to the leader of the marauders.
That was the end of the battle, the sorcerer finished of the remaining men using vile magics and his black dragon to turn them into some sort of ghouls!
After that, the land was in turmoil. Sims went missing, whole families simply vanished!
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One day a rider came through the village of Lughaven, beneath the marauder fort.
Greyson Godling had traveled far as the news of what happened in Praaven had reached her. She used to live there, in a small hut in a secluded little valley. For a time she was the white witch of Praaven, known for her allegiance to the king. But then the prosecutions had began. The nobles of Praaven were afraid of magic, of all things suprenatural, and all creatures of magic had been chased off.
All but one.
Greyson knew him well, her old friend.
He was the real reason she left Praaven, searching for answers. She knew the moment she met him he was no ordinary unicorn. If there is such a thing. He was a creature of magic, but she had sensed a curse, a strong curse. Nothing she had done had been enough to break it, so she left. Left for answers. Her kin, the elves, knew the curse she told them of. And they had given her the knowledge she needed to break it. And they knew about him. It was an old legend among the elves.
We need you now, she told him. Praaven needs you. Long had he remained hidden, sealed away in an equine form, but the time had come to release him. He whinnied softly. sensing her urgency no doubt.
The Unicorn of Praaven, as ancient as the land he grazed, threw his head up and gave out a shrill cry.
The spell was not a simple one, but Greyson came prepared. She started chanting, the beast standing perfectly still his eyes fixed on her.
As she continued he gave out another cry, this time in agony; his shimmering white body trembling.
Yet he did not flee. He stood his ground as Greyson finalized the spell, uttering the last few words through a clenched jaw.
Relief flooded her body as the curse finally shattered, and the beast with it.
In its place, a man appeared. He was an elf, like her. The legend said that an elf prince had been cursed by a sorcerer and had never been heard from again. The prince was the only heir to the elf King and with his disappearance, the royal bloodline went extinct. According to the legend, the elfish royal bloodline was a bloodline of warriors with the ability to fight the evil magics wielded by the sorcerer. He could not kill those of that bloodline, and that was why the prince had been locked away in the form of a beast.
Greyson came prepared with suiting clothing for the prince, and she told him of the troubled times.
She brought him back to her little house where they prepared for the battle. Greyson harvested her plants and brew potions, and for the prince she aquired a horse and a suit of armor.
I tried to play in Praaven but it was too many fixes for my taste but it is a lovely world. As always your sims
are all looking freat.
They did however make an update 2020 that requires a little bit less I think than the original version. You should check that out.
Greyson and the Prince set of for the old fort early in the morning. It was the last known location of the sorcerer and his marauders.
The marauders lined up outside, forming a barrier between the elves and the entrance to the fort.
The prince called out for the sorcerer, beckoning him to the front gate, inviting him to battle. Moments passed and it became apparent the sorcerer would not come out, leaving the band of marauders to fight in his stead.
"To battle!" The prince reared his horse, striking fear in the hearts of the marauders. It had been one thing battling a bunch of nobles and guards, quite the other to stand up to a knight and his witch. But they stood their ground, even if their legs might have been a little bit wobbly.
The prince cut through the ranks of the marauders with ease, they posed him no challenge other than a few nicks to the edge of his blade where steel met steel. The marauders fell to his blade, one after the other, or to the ice and the fire Greyson rained upon them.
It wasn´t a fair fight by any means. The men had no magic, and their fighting skills were adequate at best.
The prince defeated the leader of the bandits and brought him to his knees. The old man let them know the sorcerer was not at the fort. It did not take long to convince the old marauder to surrender any information he had. He told them the sorcerer, Blackheart, was holed up in the keep above Tovar.
That prince is so handsome!
great.
The sorcerer left the old fort several nights before. Cloaked in darkness he rode his black steed up the hill from Tovar, to the keep where he once kidnapped a young lady, killed her father and Lord Hector Pendragon.
The young lady was gone now. Frail little thing. He enjoyed solitude anyway.
He took great joy in informing her brother of her demise.
Theodred Blackheart enjoyed mixing potions.
Vile, poisonous ones.
Tirelessly he perfected his evil spells and created potions for his collection.
I enjoy this story! I found my old Praaven save and decided
to check back into it, lots of cc missing I had before but nothing that could
be replaced.
He's a handsome but evil prince!
Thank you, very evil
hehe.
Theodred Blackheart spent most of his time in the cellar of Ebeneke Hall where he had set up his alchemy station.
The sorcerer was now the lord of Ebeneke Hall. But that was only the beginning. There were still the rest of Praaven to conquer, the Royal keep the price jewel in its crown.
Young Tyrius had been keept in the dungeon for a long time until he finally succumbed to starvation when Blackheart no longer found amusement in tormenting him.
Murderer...
The elf prince and Greyson Godling arrived at Ebeneke keep surrounded by a newly formed winter landscape. Snow had never fallen over Praaven before for as long a Greyson could remember.
This is the work of the socerer, she told the Prince. He brought winter to Praaven. She was worried. If he had somehow caused the snow storm it would not be as easy as to simply kill him and be done with it.
He would be bound to the land by the magic he used. She explained to the Prince. That sort of magic is old and very complicated. Wielding it is dangerous and there is no telling what the consequences could be if we kill the sorcerer.
The Prince stood silent for a while. Pondering her words. Then we need to capture him and see to it that he can not cause anymore trouble. Greyson nodded grimly. Aye, that we do.
Determined they walked trough the snow and entered Ebeneke Hall.
They found him in the cellar, hunched over an alchemy table.
They made their presence known, offering the sorcerer the chance to surrender.
The sorcerer scoffed. Run, he told them, and maybe you will make it out of here still alive.
Surrender. The Prince said. Or face the consequences!
It will be my pleasure to put an end to you.
The sorcerer turned around and faced them, a black dragon perched on his shoulder.
He looked curiously at the Prince, his yellow gaze quizzical. Who are you, elf? He asked. The black dragon on his shoulder croaked. It looked at the Prince with beady black eyes.
Mordicai tells me you are no ordinary elf. The dragon croaked again, as if agreeing. The sorcerers yellow eyes narrowed. He says you are pure-blooded... he hesitated. But that is not possible. There are no pure-blooded elves anymore...
You are all polluted with human blood, the sorcerer continued, his eyes turning to Greyson. A condescending smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Lift the spell, Greyson commanded. Lift the spell of winter.
So you can kill me? Blackheart chuckled. I think not. Winter is here to stay. Let me pass and I will leave.
I think not. Not until you have ended winter.
When you have, I will kill you swiftly and show you mercy. The prince added, his voice void of all feelings. A tone of someone used to command and to be obeyed. End the spell, Greyson added. Or you will be forever trapped here, bound to this place with no hope of escaping - powerless.
Blackheart laughed. He ignored the warning croaks from his dragon. You are no match for me. He scoffed.
Suddenly he sent a painful bolt of energy at the Prince and proceeded to attack Greyson with a powerful spell.
Strange, ancient mumbled words passed over his lips as he wove the intricate spell. Greyson was powerless against it. She could feel the spell seeping into her body.
Then she was hurled backwards by sheer force as Blackheart let the spell loose.
The next moment the Prince stood between her and the sorcerer, his hand lifted casting a spell of his own.
The spell hit Blackheart with such force he could not even make a sound. It tore through him with a loud crack.
What are you!? He managed through heaving lungs, the spell slowly incapacitating his entire being. The Prince did not answer.
Greyson saw that Blackheart was weakened enough for her spells to overtake him.
They locked him in the dungeon in one of the cells and Greyson started a binding spell. As long as he commanded winter they could not kill him, but they could bind him in the cell.
Blackheart laughed at her efforts. It is of no use! He told her. I have cursed you and once you die your spell will break. I will be free!
You will not. She said, putting even more effort into binding him. Anger rushed through the Prince. He spoke a word and Blackheart groaned with pain.
The sorcerer turned his yellow eyes to the Prince. You are an ancient one. He said flatly. The Prince did not respond. Greyson had told him of the diminishing powers of the elves. They had bred with humans to prevent extinction, and because of that they had lost some of their magic. He was of the old bloodlines, an ancient bloodline from when elves were still pure and the magic was still potent. While trapped in the form of a Unicorn the world had passed him by.
Once the binding spell was finished they left Blackheart there.
As they left the dungeon his taunting words haunted them. Greyson had been cursed and when she died the spell would break.
I will go to the healers in my homeland, she told the Prince. I will come back when the curse have been lifted.
You must keep an eye on this place until I am back, she told the Prince. He promised her he would.
Until she came back to him...
A few days later the Prince arrived at the royal castle in Praaven city. While he didn´t want to leave the captured sorcerer unattended, he needed to let the King know what had transpired and enlist his assistance.
A guard posted outside of the keep showed him up the stairs and into the throne room after learning he needed to see the King in an urgent matter. Evidently his appearance convinced the man of his importance.
The royal couple eyed him curiously while listening to the guard introducing him as Sir knight. The Queen the urged him to approach the thrones in a mild mannered wave. She smiled kindly.
King Richard Sovereign I greeted the Prince with a polite nod as he approached the thrones. The Prince gave a slight bow. That made the King raise his eyebrows, intrigued. It was not a deep bow, but slight, as if they were equals.
I come from Ebeneke Hall, he told them. That caused them both to look at him with their eyes widened, disbelief evident on their faces. The sorcerer has been captured, he continued.
The Queen blinked, first to regain her composure. Why, my good man, she said, where are your men? They too are welcome in our halls after such a heroic deed.
The Prince shook his head. I have no men, he said. It was only I and Greyson Godling who battled with the sorcerer and captured him. Greyson has him bound by magic, but he cursed her and she has left to seek a cure amongst the elves.
The King gasped. Greyson? I know her, he said. His voice somewhat unsteady. The white witch. He glanced at the pointed tips of the Prince´s ears and groaned. You are an elf, he stated.
The Prince nodded.
The Queen lay a white gloved hand on the King´s arm. She smiled at the Prince. Where are your manners, my dear, she asked her husband. This young man has saved our land from pure tyranny, does he not deserve our absolute gratitude? Elf or not?! Her gaze was veiled and the Prince could not read the secrets it held.
I am sorry, my dear. The King forced a smile, patting the hand on his arm. Beings with supernatural powers have caused our land a lot of trouble, he continued, and it was outlawed. I believe we need to reconsider our position in the matter. He looked at the Prince. What is your name, knight?
I do not have a name, the Prince replied. He told the King of how Greyson broke the curse and freed him, and how they fought first the marauders before heading to Ebeneke Hall.
The King stood, his face pale and his lips suddenly void of color.
You are the elf Prince? You have a rightful claim to the throne.
The Prince smiled, yet his smile did not reach his eyes. My name is long forgotten, he told the King. It does not matter anymore as this is now the realm of men. I hold no claim to this land. Call me what you will, my duty now is to see to it that the sorcerer does not break his bonds and too see Greyson return unscathed.
The King bowed slightly and proceeded to clearing his throat. Kneel, my good man, he asked the Prince and the Prince complied.
I hereby name you Sir Lowell, Lord of Lughaven. I name thee knight of the royal court and protector of Praaven. You shall have the fort of Lughaven as your residence, and the residence of your sons and daughters. Your sons shall be allowed to marry daughters of royal blood to ensure future generations of loyal protectors of the land.
The King bade the Prince to stand. You are now Sir Lowell, he stated. The Prince gave a slight smile. Never had he thought he would be a knight to a human King, but he would be the very best knight he possibly could.
The sorcerer needs to be watched, the Prince told the King. Day and night until Greyson returns. The King nodded.
I will have Lord Arthur Pendragon take up residence at Ebeneke Hall. His father, Lord Hector Pendragon fell in the battle of Ebeneke Hall. Arthur will keep the sorcerer under lock and key until Greyson Godling returns.
Thank you, the Prince said. If you allow it I will head for Lughaven at once. There might still be some rabble to clear out, he continued.
The King and the Queen bade him farewell, relieved to finally have a true knight protecting the land after the death of Lord Hector.
The fort was empty when the Prince arrived. Not a marauder in sight. Spring had come to Praaven, suddenly, as if by magic. Arthur reported the sorcerer was securely bound. It was all a mystery.
The Prince spent days wandering the fort, discovering secret rooms, waiting for word from Greyson, studying curses throughout the nights.
He traveled the edges of Praaven, fighting a burning desire to ride his horse across the border and on towards the land of the elves. But he had promised her to remain, to make sure the sorcerer did not escape. He had promised.
He visited Ebeneke Hall and taught Lord Arthur Pendragon a few things about sword fighting.
The people of Praaven remaining started their lives again now that the sorcerer no longer had them under his thumb.
Ebeneke Hall was now the home of the Pendragons, Lord Arthur, his mother Gwynneth and two servant girls; Betty and Justine. Gwynneth was then offered by King Richard the opportunity to be the matron of a home for children at the abbey. She was happy to accept.
Lord Arthur´s friend Lord Alerion Sourgrape was relieved of his guard duty now that peace was restored, and he moved back with his family in Mahlsberg. The Sourgrape family had a maid living in their household, a young woman named Marla. She was the only survivor from village of Tovar beneath Ebeneke Hall. The sorcerer had turned the entire population into ghouls. Now they were all dead.
Arhur often visited Alerion Sourgrape when he needed a pause from guarding the sorcerer.
Lord Alerion took it upon himself to patrol the roads around Mahlsberg every day to make sure there were nothing foul right under his nose.
The Prince was lonely. Months had passed since Greyson left. The sorcerer was still bound by the spell so she must be alive, but there had been no sign of her.
Two beautiful women were sent to him by the King. They were to be companions to the Prince, and by orders of the King, give him children. Even if Greyson did return, the Prince needed to produce children of human blood for the kingdom. Such was his obligation to his King.
The ladies were lovely and the Prince did not feel terribly burdened by honoring his commitment to King Richard.
A maid had been placed at the fort too keep things tidy. Lady Olive especially enjoyed putting the girl to work.
The company of the ladies did bring the Prince comfort. He was no longer alone and thoughts of Greyson was not weighing as heavily on him anymore.
Time went on in Praaven. Greyson had not returned in many years, yet the sorcerer was still bound, locked in the dungeon of Ebeneke Hall. The Prince remained Protector of Praaven, Lord Athur Pendragon kept watch over the sorcerer and the noble families of Praaven continued with their lives. Winter returned, not lasting, but every year. Cold, harsh winters. The Prince believed the sorcerer did not have enough strength to keep winter lasting, but enough to make it return for a few months each year.
The Royal Household ruled Praaven once more, King Richard teaching his son, Caspian, how to be King.
Horseback riding.
The King might not have been the most experienced horseman.
Reading and writing, mathematics and literature.
Royal manners.
Speaking to servants was not allowed...
...unless you were the King.
When King Richard was not around the Crown Prince might have uttered a word or two, and a certain young servant girl just might have been deeply smitten with him. The apple does not fall far from the tree...
Servant Gabrielle was often tasked with taking care of Princess Cordelia.
And that meant spending time in the royal chamber...
When ever she could, Gabrielle brought Cordelia with her to the kitchen, caring for her there. The queen rarely even noticed, to busy with her painting to worry too much about the child.
Piper and Gabrielle worked from early morning to late night, doing all the chores around the castle.
And even though being busy as a bee somehow Gabrielle managed to become pregnant and give birth to a little girl with dark hair and blue eyes she named Summer. Piper helped look after her since Gabrielle was charged with caring for the Princess most of the time.
When Gabrielle had other chores to take care of the Princess played with her toys while the Queen painted.
They enjoyed each others company, as long as none of the Royals were around at least.
Time passed, Summer became a child. Her appearance was strikingly alike that of the King and she was swiftly sent off to live at Lady Pendragon´s home for children over at the Abbey.
Princess Cordelia had a little sister, Princess Caroline, and Princess Cordelia became a child shortly before Summer did. Then Gabrielle had two more children, this time a boy and a girl, Tristan and Autumn.
At this point Crown Prince Caspian Sovereign had grown up and become a man. Everyone in the castle was certain it was him rather than the aging King who had fathered those twins.
The King had finally mastered the art of horseback riding.
The Royal household this far (The maid to the far left is Betty, the story of how she ended up in castle will come next).
I really enjoy reading this, the clothes are all
gorgeous. Do you usually switch between households to play different scenes?
I was so relieved that the King gave the Elf Prince a name and made him a knight.
I do hope Greyson is alright and she returns soon. Lowell's heart waits patiently for her.
That picture of Gabrielle being in the royal quarters while the King was bathing had me smirking.
Sounds like the Queen needs to quit painting for a while and wake up to life!
I'm curious to read how Betty has come into the picture.
I echo Silverofdreams comment that the clothing you've used on everyone is gorgeous!
I found a lot from this site 2-3 years ago, but a few of the links are broken now...
https://thesims3medievalfinds.tumblr.com/
Anyhoo! Loving this story and I look forward to more!
Most of what I use in these pictures are from MTS, and some from TSR. Other than that the dresses for the Princesses are from Silfantasy I believe. I have a lot of merged files with medieval clothing and no clue what are in what merged file.
Ebeneke Hall, Lord Arthur Pendragon
Lord Arthur Pendragon spent long hours in the garden, tending to various plants. Mostly at night in between patrolling the dungeon making sure the Sorcerer was still securely locked in his cell.
Arthur was always very fond of his servant girls, perhaps a little too fond, as was proven by the sudden enlarged belly belonging to servant girl Betty.
Arthur went to see his mother Lady Gwynneth, at the home for children, quite regularly.
He practiced his sword fighting skill with the King...
...and let him win. After all, it was the King.
Betty gave birth to a boy and named him Bron. Secretly Arthur was quite pleased with the strong baby boy she had delivered and Betty became his favorite servant girl.
Unbeknownst to Arthur or anyone else, Justine felt a tiny movement one morning, and she just knew she was with child.
It was unclear what happened, one day Betty was suddenly on fire.
Arthur tried to put out the fire, but found himself catching fire as well.
Justine sprang into action, determined to save the father of her unborn child!
And with that Betty´s life was saved too.
Because of Justine little Bron still had a mother.
And Arthur still had his favorite servant girl. But when the time came for Justine to deliver her baby she too had a son. Jolen.
Betty worked hard to make Arthur happy. She kept the keep spotless.
While Justine tended to Arthur more directly...
Inevitably the day came when Betty was confronted with the feelings between her romantic interest and the other woman. It was then Lord Arthur understood he must make his choice.
The next day he told Betty the King had sent for her and that he would accompany her to the castle.
Arthur told Betty the King had heard of her unwavering loyalty and her excellent cooking skills, and that he must want to offer her a position in the castle. Betty was overjoyed. Her love for Arthur was completely overshadowed by the thought of serving as a maid for the King.
Betty was a simple girl, but she was not a fool, and she knew she had no future with a Lord. But she was concerned about leaving Bron behind. Arthur told her the boy would be well taken care of at Lady Pendragon´s home for children. It was all Betty could hope for.
The king was a bit surprised when Lord Arthur turned up at the castle with a servant girl in tow, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded solemnly and told them he indeed needed a competent servant. And that was that.
Arthur returned to Ebeneke Hall, and Betty remained at the royal castle. The King promised her she would be able to go to the monastery to see her son every Sunday if she wished.
I'm glad Bron will be in good care at Lady Pendragon's home.
I look forward to more!
I will check out more of Silfantasy's site. I have a few of their stuff as well. I think most of it is lost to the internet though. Thanks for the response.
YAY more updates! I really enjoy this you have so nice looking
medieval sims! Ouch, so his favorite girl went to go to the king cause he find another favorite? Hehe
@emorrill
Try looking that site you know, they seems to have medieval stuff
I looked today 8 pages of it.