This post might be a slight spoiler, but I think the lack of context helps x)
These three pictures were taken at three different parties, each held in celebration of the Landgraab heir Malcolm V's birthdays in winter 1, spring 1, and fall 2, respectively. You might recognize the first picture from yesterday's post.
Why is Malcolm IV Landgraab attacking Daniel Pleasant? Why is Alexander Goth attacking Mary-Sue Pleasant? You'll have to wait until spring 1 and fall 2 to find out ;)
One thing is sure, though. Malcolm V's birthday parties are cursed, and he is not pleased.
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Dreamer - Spring 1 âż (This was 3 months ago..) What the hell is happening between Darren and Mortimer? Darren is going a bit crazy and lured Mortimer to his backyard to get abducted by aliens, for the second time. Mortimer was not happy.
Since researched showed that shared living reduces the ecological footprint, Finley and Caleb decided to share one of the Houses provided by the SCIA.
Once they were settled Finley decided to invite all of the settlers for a barbeque so they could get to know each other. While Caleb seemed to take a interest in Dr. Wests work, Rae seemed slightly disturbed by some of Finleys childhood stories.
Caleb also had the chance to talk to Fergus, Pinaccle Peaks brightest (and slightly mad) scientist, about his future plans (at least some of them).
The next morning Finley and Caleb didn't loose any time and were already discussing possible funding-options for their future projects. Money was exactly what Finley was most worried about. All their salaries were being paid by SimNation, but building infrastructure was expensive and more funding always came with strings attached, and in Pinaccle Peaks with a lot of Sims dressed in black suits and sunglasses.
Unfortunately that was a problem that even all the logic points gained by many games of chess couldn't solve for Finley.
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Malvina, it's only been a week, but I think I'm going to need to leave this place?! Your people are crazy, the area around the village is crazy, and the EFFORT I had to make to cure something as SIMPLE as a HANGOVERâWell. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll try to write it in your fancy template, let me just find one of your older reports.
PATIENT
Ruben Potts, the local carpenter that the constable brought in instead of the others whose ailments he discussed the night before. Going by the manner of speech the constable had and the temperament of Ruben, I'm guessing this man has a very high status in your quaint village.
SYMPTOMS
green complexion; general nausea; sensitive to lights, smells, sounds; the grouchiness of a man who lost a lot of money along with the contents of his stomach
DIAGNOSIS
Malvina, darling, I didn't even need your excessive notes for this one. If nothing else, this vagrant can see that this an has a Hangover. Why the man needed help from a witch and not just dunking his head in the cold river for a couple of minutes is beyond me.
TREATMENT
MORE BEER FOR HIM AND ME Despite the fact that a good, cold soak and some hearty food will do the trick, alas, I am supposed to be upholding your reputation as a reputable witch. I checked in your notes about the various flora and fauna (such scientific sounding words!) and decided to go with grabbing Deep Reeds and Skullcaps in the bogs between Meltwater Loch and Hero's Hollow. It seemed an easy trip and I could grab some extra in case I run into the same issue here soon. Ruben Potts had absolutely no qualms with sleeping in our bed when I got ready to leave, so I cannot imagine how well I'm going to like the rest of your village.
Anyway, I grab your my things and set off in search of these deep reeds in Meltwater Loch. Thankfully, you described them really well as I would not have noticed these from normal reeds otherwise. The problem came after I finished grabbing the reeds. As I pulled the last reed out (and realizing I really needed gloved the next time I was going to do this), a blood-curdling bark echoed across the loch. I had heard that sound before and immediately hoofed it to the massive skull acting as a border between Hero's Hollow and Meltwater Loch.
Malvina, do you all have a CĂ-SĂTH in this area?! Thankfully, I didn't confirm it as I got into the skull and hid before the third bark, but I about decided to leave your village right then and there. Who comes to a WITCH for a HANGOVER CURE when there are fucking CĂ-SĂTH running around?!
AND THIS WASN'T EVEN THE CRAZIEST PART, MALVINA!
Long after the last bark sounded, I finally picked my way out of the skull (do I have to worry about creatures that make that skull, too, Malvina??) and headed to the bog thoroughly within Hero's Hollow territory to get the skullcaps. These mushrooms are fucking hideous, by the way. How did you get these in the past without losing the contents of your own stomach?!
I grabbed the disgusting things with one foot poised to run back to that skull at the slightest hint of noise. It's a bog, so there were some gross noises in general along with the ever-present mist. Honestly, if the other areas you wrote about in your notes are like this, I am surprised you weren't "missing or dead" before this. Anyway, I heard a snapping noise and immediately jumped to run to that skull when I slammed into someone's chest. I am not usually someone that others can sneak up on, especially not when I'm so vigilant either, so I immediately started to fight.
Can you believe it, Malvina, but this bastard actually chuckled at me?! I was obviously a bit annoyed by this sudden laughter, and told them so. To their benefit, they did seem a little apologetic. They then proceeded to invite me to dinner in their throne room, which sounded like a really absurd pick-up line to use in the middle of a bog while I was holding the scariest looking mushrooms I've ever seen in my life. I told them that I don't accept intimate dinner dates form strangers, and they responded by introducing themselves as the "Master of Shadows". Honestly, based on stealth alone, this person was worlds above the previous "Master of Shadows" I met who could only pull a rabbit out of the hat about 50% of the time.
Anyway, I was about to refuse a second time when this person proceeded to OPEN A PORTAL RIGHT THEN AND THERE TO THEIR THRONE ROOM. Is this how you went missing, Malvina? By gorgeous people ripping apart dimensional space to "have a meal" with you?! The place on the other side of the portal looked so incredibly strange that it took me a while to realize that the person was expecting me to walk through. THANKFULLY, I AM REALLY GOOD AT TALKING MY WAY OUT OF THINGS. They were extremely tempting, though. Honestly, the portal made it clear that I should be afraid of this being more than the cĂč-sĂŹth (STILL ROAMING THE LANDS!), but I couldn't shake the feeling that they were rather sweet. This obviously means they're dangerous, if they can mess with my gut instinct like this.
As I was saying, I somehow managed to persuade this "Master of Shadows" person that I was very clearly on a deadline to help an ailing villager (who honestly could help himself, but that's neither here nor there), and said that they would love to convene at another time and also that they would leave the portal (?!) open for me to join them at any point. As soon as it looked like I could get away without offending this being or getting killed while my back was turned, I high-tailed it back to your my cottage.
Ruben Potts was still happily snoring away in the bed as I got back, which was good as I didn't want him to witness me fumbling around for your books on how to build this stupid potion. You know, Malvina, for all of your massive notes about herbs, locales, etc., you don't actually write a lot on how to make the potions? Sure, you have how to crush/boil/whatever said herb, but do I mix the items together a certain way? Do I always have to put it in water? I have not worked at an apothecary before, Malvina!
Whatever, Ruben is going to wake up soon, so I'm going to fucking wing it.
POTION STEPS
Put Deep Reeds (like, 2 of them) into mortar/pestle.
Crush Deep Reeds for a LONG time (until oily paste made)
Put equal parts Skullcaps into the mortar/pestle.
Crush Skullcaps into the paste (do NOT look during this process)
Take extremely aromatic paste and bundle it into small bags. Makes about 4.
Smelling the bag alone started curing my own nausea straight away, so I figured it was good enough. I tried out the oil from the deep reeds in the fireplace and found it highly flammable. I kicked Ruben awake, who grouched at me until I stuck a bundle under his nose. When he finally shut up and looked surprised at this smell's effectiveness (rude! I am currently pretending to be a competent witch! Shouldn't he feel assured?!), I told him to throw the other bundle in the fire when he gets home if he doesn't feel fully recovered by then. He gave me the measly 20 silver and then left without so much as a "Thank you". I think I will rob him first, Malvina.
Anyway, I noticed you have a garden plot out back like you mentioned in your notes, so I am going to spend the next couple of days planting these deep reeds. I have absolutely no clue how to cultivate mushrooms, and frankly, anything that would keep me from having to encounter the cĂč-sĂŹth again is a win in my book.
Also, what the fuck is the constable's name?! I keep forgetting to ask.
The morning following Isabella and John Jr. MacDonaldâs engagement was very tense for Carlyle Finch and his only daughter. He didnât appreciate the coupleâs sudden engagement. Instead, he lectured and preached and demanded. He asked questions she couldnât answer, like what her role would be working on the farm.
Heavy conversations about the engagement continued throughout the day and stretched into the evening hours. Carl was convinced she wasnât taking the circumstance seriously, finding frustration with her impulsive nature. He was quite ready to conclude the issue:
âI know you better than you think, Isabella. I know youâre far too delicate for someone like John MacDonald.â
âHeâs a good man, and theyâre a good family. I thought you approved!â
âItâs not John I have a problem withâitâs the farm.â
âWeâll have help; Johnâs parents are there, of course.â
âHis parents are aging. You are walking into an old family with old traditions, and even older ways of doing things.â
There was no convincing Isabella that her father was right. Her mind was made up, her decision was already expressed yesterday at the farm.
To fill the angry silence her wordless reply left behind, Carl tried to explain, âIâm sorry, but I simply cannot bless his union. I know better than to send my only daughter onto a sinking ship.â
Heâs wrong. I can learn so much from Mary alone!
âI hope in time you will understand my reasoning, sweetheart.â
And mine as well, Father.
She stood, gracing him with a kind smile. âOkay, I wonât marry John MacDonald.â
âYou wonât?â
âI wonât marry him without your blessing. Iâm going upstairs to bed now.â
âAlright,â but Carlyle remained unsure. She seemed strangely calm, considering. âOkay, well, goodnight then.â
