Historically incorrect Sims

Home of terribly inaccurate historically inspired fantasy shenanigans.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Kápros

Orektós: "So. Orthós."

Orthós: "I'm a little busy with the twins, can we make this quick?"

Orektós: "I've been meaning to train Oûlos here to be a stallion worthy of the chief, give him to Méns, and discuss the possibility of us moving on while he's happy."

Orthós: "And?"

Orektós: "It's a stubborn mule, it won't work. So I've thought up another solution."

Orthós: "..."

Orektós: "You do it."

Orthós: "Do I get the stubborn mule?"

Orektós: "Yes."

Orthós: "Done."

They traveled a long time. Sometimes by boat, sometimes by horse, sometimes making small shelters, sometimes seeking out natural caves. Eventually, however, they found a place where the fish were a lot more abundant. Here, they decided, they might stay for a few weeks, at least.

Until the land would spit them out again.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Kápros

Idu and her little patchwork-family lead a rather peaceful life, after her rebellious brother Yissharu has abandoned them.

Her son out of her first marriage, Rusa, has grown into a healthy and rather carefree boy despite the circumstances, and her mother Poira spends her days weaving baskets and making pots.

Idu: "This is the last of the fish. We'll try to get more tomorrow, but fishing in these conditions is ... hard."

Orektós: "And how. The shores are half-frozen, the boys and I will catch our death standing by it all day. If the weather doesn't clear up soon ..."

Poira: "It won't. My bones tell me that it won't. Tell that to that stubborn chieftain of yours."

Orektós, sighing: "I'll try, mother. Uhm. Tomorrow. Or the day after. I'll think of something."

Soon after Orektós told his daughter Kheîma that he could sooner fly to the moon than convince their chief of the wisdom of listening to his mother-in-law's bones, their trusty mare Néphe gave birth to a foal they ended up naming Psará.

Orektós decided that this was a good omen, and a good thing, instead of one more hungry maw. This meant that they had a horse to spare. It was time to train Oûlos.

Orektós, muttering: "There you go, good stallion. You'll make the chief so happy that he might just be interested in listening to Poira's message. And it's snowing again. Of course it's snowing again ..."

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Eleía

As the endless winter dragged on, the small tribe made various and valorous attempts at constructing shelters that might be a lot more permanent than anything they'd built before.

Orthós, while out of his depth with building a permanent residence for their family, still took time out of his day to be a father. Éar wasn't a great help with the construction work, since she only has one arm, but she took up her old duties of showering all her children with attention, may the be with or without fur.

She chose the best place to go into labour. The very best. Somehow, she managed to eventually clamber down the ladder into the hut, but it was a struggle.

She gave birth to a little girl she ended up naming Éos Aiodé, but her day was still about to get a lot worse better.

For then, she gave birth to another girl she named Éar Agathé. Judging by the look on her face, she was aware that the gods were having a little laugh with her.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Eleía

Éar and Orthós have long had trouble with children, and the harsh change in climate has not improved their chances. Yet, as if through a miracle, eight years after their oldest son Húdros, little Opheléo has struggled his way out of infancy.

On a personal side note, Éar and Orthós make the cutest children.

Orthós decided that since they'd had much luck defending their small family with the help of dogs, more dogs = less danger. He was, of course, completely correct in his assumptions.

[schokokokatze]

Well darn

Just started fiddling around in my settings and realized I haven't posted since November.

Will anyone believe me if I say I have played almost an entire round of my Bronze Age Nordic folks and another three of the Very Ancient Greeks? I do have the pictures to prove it, too, I'd just have to ... actually sit down and post them. I'll get around to it. I swear :D

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Har-sef the Unlucky

Not far from the shelter and campsite of Khión's and Hédomai's family, Har-sef had set up a small camp. He was rather cold, all the time, and somewhat missed his village. Then he remembered that he and Usi had accidentally burned said village to the ground and, horrified, stopped missing it.

And there were good things, too. The sea had started calling to him.

"Yes. You'll do." It said, to be precise.

Har-sef was very unsure why the sea would say such a thing, but it was vaguely threatening. It also didn't stop, and he felt very aware of the sea all the time. Or maybe ... something in it?

He also felt comfortable inside the cool waters. He realized the danger of this the first time he almost froze to death and battled frostbite for days after this exercise. During his fevered dreams, Har-sef was rewarded with the triumphant certainty that the king of the ocean was also king of the underworld. People had worshipped him for generations. Har-sef saw them giving their dead to his stormy waters, saw them calling to him to spare them when he gave them earthquakes and storms. They had given him many names, but the one he would speak to his fellow tribesmen was Poseidaon.

For Poseidaon demanded worship.

Puppy break! Have some wolves in vegetation while I go on a nerdy tangent. Since I very much write historical fantasy, I'm often free to explore some things from history and myth that are just ... weird. For example, the origins of Poseidon suggest that historically, he used to be the "king of the gods"-type of character that Zeus eventually became. It appears that he's also one of the oldest Greek gods to exist. From my research (I am no historian, I just have ADHD and access to the internet) some scholars hypothesize that he's got his origin in a Indo-European god of rivers, oceans and the dead. The water-death-connection is a thing that pops up in a lot of Indo-European cultures and myths, so I'm willing to bet that there's some truth to that. Since we're still firmly before the Bronze Age, no Hades-cult has yet emerged, thus, I went with "Poseidon is also the god of the dead" at this point.

He's also not very nice. Come on. It's Poseidon.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sélasna

All too fast, summer came, and went.

I don't even have a good, atmospheric comment for this, they're like rabbits. And no, I have no idea which kids these were. They had a somewhat slow start, but boy oh boy ... have they caught up.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sélasna

With her youngest not even three months old, Khión found herself pregnant again. Hédomai did most of the work around the kids, and proved over and over exactly why she had married him. Certainly, others called him unmanly, said he was odd and quirky, but they couldn't deny that his self-assured softness had a certain charm. If Khión had been asked, she would have openly admitted that she found him so ridiculously pretty that she couldn't keep her hands off of him.

But there were consequences to that.

They finally had built proper storage for the things that needed to remain dry. Like food. And, occasionally, a baby. But that somehow didn't make life less stressful. Hédomai was on a mission with his dogs, he was completely convinced that he had to keep their bloodline going, take care of as many of them as he could and all that. It was exhausting. And seemingly every other day, there was a new puppy that Khión hadn't noticed before and didn't believe had been there the day before.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sélasna

Har-sef was an unlucky man. His crops had all died, that had been bad. His beautiful wife Hapu had ran away with their two children - very bad. But he couldn't even blame her, since they had been starving at the time. Her father Usi had been extremely angry with Har-sef and come after him with a whip at night. Unfortunately, he had carried a torch to light the way, and had carried the torch into Har-sef's home, and suddenly, the house had caught fire. Har-sef and his father-in-law had tried to control the fire, but there had been a strong wind that night. As they, standing on top of a hill, watched the village burn together, Har-sef had decided that he had nothing left to loose. He had told Usi that, in all honesty, Hapu was better of without them. Then he had fled. This had been three months ago, and Har-sef had been on the move the entire time. Somehow, he got more muscle as he roamed from place to place. Maybe he had just been bad at farming.

He had not expected there to be people on this remote island, but their chief seemed ... not friendly, not welcoming, not wise. In fact, he seemed mostly annoyed. While Har-sef's presence clearly was irritating to the man, he also told him that he was welcome to stay with them. Har-sef was confused by his manners and they had a language barrier to boot.

What a strange man.

However, maybe these weird people and their weird ways were exactly what Har-sef had needed? A man could always hope.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sélasna

As the long winter passed, the families started thinking about moving on. However, the signs weren't great, there were too many small children and not enough food. The island was, if nothing else, relatively protected. Not many hungry, desperate wandering tribes had found them on these shores. Khión painted little murals on their shelter's walls and dreamt of easier times. Doríphoné was her first girl to make it out of her first year, which would normally have been a cause for celebration. Now, it only seemed like disaster simply hadn't struck yet, but wouldn't take too much longer to show it's ugly face.

Dôron had different worries. Boys were no longer blessed by Atemito, virgin goddess of the hunt, if they started to leave childhood behind. This was known. Dôron had the body of a boy. This was also known. Dôron had been blessed by Atemito. This had been known for years and Dôron very much felt that it was still true. Something didn't add up. Something seemed like a lie.

Dôron trusted the gods, trusted the signs, and trusted the family. Therefore, it seemed that her body was the liar. That brought its own problems, because her stupid body had convinced everybody else that she was a boy, too. Dôron felt like she would have to follow the wrong path, or be alone forever. For now, all she felt she could safely do, was think of herself as Pan-Dôra, and dream of being a beautiful virgin huntress, deep in the woods, with a group of like-minded sisters keeping her company.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sótér

As the boys busied themselves with trying to fish and gather food for the family this way, Méns and Bálanos tried mostly to keep everything working with their children. Méns even had to stop work on their shelter to teach his daughter about glory, because his wife was too busy with the babies.

They know what they've done. This household is busy enough!

The wild horse that they accidentally adopted, had a foal with the stallion they had gotten from Oréktos. Because this household wasn't busy enough already after all, it seems.

While the shelter was finally finished enough for the married couple to enjoy a little privacy and intimacy, Iós was still busy thinking about the future. Starting a Kóryos was a big responsibility, but it seemed more necessary by the minute. They needed the marauding warband to take food, tools and valuables from other, more successful tribes, but he was sure he wasn't ready just yet. It seemed like a terribly hard thing to do by yourself.

Wolves in vegetation makes a small comeback and the Sótér winter shelter enjoys some Minoan influences.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 5: Sótér

As the weather got slightly milder, Méns figured that the time had come to really get some building going. Helped by his and his wife's children, he gathered as much as he could, as quickly as he could. He was aware, however, that the shore they had landed on wasn't perfect. The vegetation was already starting to succumb to the unusually cold temperatures and he formulated a daring plan.

As soon as the tribe would manage to scrounge up enough food, and the children were slightly older, they would move back to the Northwest, towards lands which were harsher, where the plants would keep growing even in this weather. Not that they weren't trying to grow food.

Eurudíke left the most dangerous first year behind her despite the circumstances, and the tribespeople established some tentative trading amongst each other. Iós started to try and train one of their dogs, with the vague idea of eventually starting the traditional warband of young men, with their faithful dog companions. For now, however, that seemed like a faraway thing.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Yissharu

On his own, Yissharu was trying his best to survive.

He found a cave for shelter, and a new friend in form of a roaming feline, but he was struggling for survival every day. Find food, find wood, make fire, cook food, sleep, repeat. He rarely found the time to actually work on tools or anything more complicated.

He did, however, truly manage to befriend the furry feline that had krept around his shelter, and as she began to take advantage of the food and heat he provided, he got used to being alone with no other company.

Yissharu managed to weave a rather rickety shelter, and tried his best to forage, but the winter was unforgiving. He didn't know if leaving had been such a good idea after all, but he had burned bridges. Going back was not an option.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Kápros

Yet another foal is born, and Táuros is trying to look unimpressed by his little sister, while secretly being stoked that he can now play properly with her instead of only hanging out with his big brother all the time.

A baby is born, and I can't for the life of me remember which one this was. I played ahead quite a bit and she currently has five children born in five years. Could be anyone, honestly.

One of their foals also grew up and is now being trained to be rideable by Oréktos, who has gotten quite good at it.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Kápros

The remaining dogs were being a bit silly in general, and one of them decided to pee on Idu, which is hopefully bringing good luck.

? indeed.

Pélagia grew up safely, and now needs to put on more clothes.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Kápros

Idu, meanwhile, tried her best to provide food for the little family that she was part of now. There was no official agreement, but everybody knew that she and Oréktos were man and wife, even though there was no priest to bless them, nothing to sacrifice except what they couldn't give up, and no promises made. Neither Kleitophôn, the dark-haired firstborn, nor Taurós of the soft curls, properly remembered their mother, and they liked Idu well enough. Their little sister Pélagia already called her méter.

In the evening, everyone always came together at the campsite, even old Poira was still pulling her weight, and distributed her wisdom. Here, in the icy night, Oréktos finally did make his promises. They ended up sacrificing a dog, asking for a blessing of their marriage. It seemed ... necessary after Yissharus departure.

[schokokokatze]

Tribe of Nêsos 4: Kápros

When Yissharu, his mother Poira, his sister Idu and her son Rusa had first joined the tribe on the island of Nêsos, they had been sick, and grateful for the aid. But eventually, Yissharu could no longer pretend to feel welcome, or at home here. He was unhappy with pretty much all of the decisions that the chief had made in regards to the recent changes in their situations, and finally, Yissharu had enough.