#farhollow

[niamh-sims]

Tamryth

The neighborhood decorating bug has bitten, and I'm so happy with how these 'hoods are coming along! Welcome to Tamryth, my Elder Scrolls inspired 'hood!

Myrthspire- Main 'Hood Royal Court, home to all races

Farhollow- Sub 'Hood Forest District, home to Nords & Bosmer

Earthdrift- Sub 'Hood Plains District, home to Bretons & Altmer

Brittleshore- Sub 'Hood Coastal District, home to Redguard & Dunmer

Darkmont- Sub 'Hood Mountain District, home to Imperials & Snow Elves

Deepmire- Tropical Vacation 'Hood Home to Argonians

Roguestorm- Far East Vacation 'Hood Home to Khajiit

Lostview- Mountain Vacation 'Hood Home to Orsimer

[niamh-sims]

Long time, no posting!

(It's been 13 months since my last actual game post!)

I have been very busy with life... Working, building a house (not literally, I'm paying someone to do that!), and spending time with my family and friends, especially my Grandma and nephew. But not studying! I finished my (second) Masters degree in May!

In the little Simming time I have had, I've been rebuilding my DL folder, and it's taking forever. Mainly because I'm editing the price and catalogue placement of almost everything I'm adding to the game, and then adding each individual piece to collection files as I add them in game!

I did, however, spend almost the entire day today Simming! Well, neighborhood decorating.

This is Tamryth, my Elder Scrolls inspired neighborhood.

Myrthspire, the first image, is the main 'hood. this is the Royal Court, home to all races, and will be played WRC style.

The four sub 'hood will be played Crown of Laurels style.

Farhollow, the second image, is the forest province, and home to Nords and Bosmer. They will specialise in lumber, acorn-fed swine, game hunting and foraging.

Earthdrift, the third image, is the plains province, and home to Breton and Altmer. They will specialise in vegetables, honey, wax candles, sheep and weaving.

Brittleshore, the fourth image, is the coastal province, and home to Redguard and Dunmer. They will specialise in salt works, fishing, basketry, poultry and tea

Darkmont, the fifth and sixth image, is the mountain province and home to Imperials and Snow Elves. They will specialise in mining, blacksmithing, goats and cheese making.

I will also include an ocean sub 'hood (Pandemonium Sea), a uni 'hood, a Downtown (Oblivion), and three vacation 'hoods (based off Elsweyr, Orsinium & Black Marsh).

The aim will be an integrated neighborhood using the Sun & Moon sets. I will have four caravans of Khajiit, who will trade between the main 'hood and the sub 'hoods. Some items, such as sugar, coffee, cacoa, and exotic herbs/crops will need to be gained by merchants traveling to the vacation 'hoods.

This is an epic project, and I can't really get my teeth into it until I have done the DL folder. I have finished all the lots for Farhollow (although I need to rebuild the castle onto a smaller lot), and a handful of lots for Myrthspire.

It's got a long way to go, but it was so nice to spend some time working on it today!

[illethiannsungrave]

Grief

“To walk the path of a leader, is to walk the path of a stranger. It is being a person covered in layers and layers of personalities, so that everyone thinks they understand you, while in truth, nobody does.. Except those you choose to understand you.”

Thael’rin Sunstrike, Sylvarys Farhollow; two elves well known within the Firestar estate. Both are an example of loyalty and dedication for every member in the Household. Since the passing of both Lady and Lord Firestar, they have been having daily conversations about the future of the Household. They discuss the future of the Firestar magi, both felmancer and non-felusers, the new system of training for the Knight of the Hall of Blood and the studies of Farhollow his many students.

It was during their daily meeting and stroll through the Firestar Estate, that they both saw the most interesting event. They saw, on the far edge of the estate, two elves dancing. Both Lady Rei’ann Firestar and Lord Illethiann Firestar were looking in each other’s eyes, while dancing slowly, as if the world forgot about them and they didn’t care, as they had their world in each other’s hands. Both elves looked is disbelief, both because they saw them dancing and that they has passed during the battle on Argus. Both epitome of their craft walked towards the two elves, until they saw the reason they were there. Nivendi’en Firestar was sitting on a bench, observing the illusion he created, a soft smile upon his face and happiness in his eyes. Both elves stared towards him for what seemed seconds, but in truth, were hours.

Thael’rin: “We should go, these are our Lords private matters and we have overstayed our welcome here for too long.” Farhollow smiled faintly and nodded once. Thael’rin understood the pain within Farhollow his chest, the moment Lord Firestar died. Not everyone knew how the Archmage saw Illethiann as his son and even less knew how Illethiann saw old Farhollow as a father. They say Farhollow unleashed a flurry of arcane ice towards Argus the moment he heard, they say his rage matched that of a beserking orc. It was until little Taryane Firestar hugged his leg, that he stopped trying to reach the planet in hopeless rage with the arcane. They say it was her touch, her kindness that made Farhollow his emotions turn into that of a leader once more.

It was the moment both Elves turned to leave the young Lord to his business that a loud explosion could be heard from the location of the illusions. Nivendi’en had destroyed the illusion with an explosion of arcane fire, the very same way both his parents passed away. The expression on his face was that of anger, rage.

Nivendi’en: “WEAKLINGS!”

His voice echoed so loud even Farhollow and Sunstrike were able to hear it. Farhollow turned, to quickly rush over to his Lord, was it not for Thael’rin Sunstrike his hand on his shoulder.

Thael’rin: “We all grief in our own way, Archmage. Why would you try to stop his?” Sylvarys turned his face towards Thael’rin: “I understand his grief, Sunstrike.. But by all means, nobody speaks about them that way, not even their own son!” Thael’in would remove his hand from his shoulder and nod once, slowly turning around to leave the archmage to do that what he thought was right: “Go lecture him then. Tell him like everyone else how they were heroes, how they saved those elves and killed the Dreadlord. Tell him that what they did was right and that they are death for a good cause. But before you do.. think how you would react when they told you the same about my sister. Imagine how you would feel, Archmage. Don’t you think the young Lord cares not for what they did or who they saved? He didn’t need them to be heroes, Sylvarys.. He needed them to be parents.”

It was the moment Thael’rin his speech ended that Farhollow lowered his head. The Knight-Champion bowed his head in respect and slowly walked further, while Farhollow walked towards Nivendi’en and simply embraced him and stayed there, for as long as his young Lord needed him to be.

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The next few days were a rare sight both within the Spire and Estate. It seemed Nivendi’en Firestar was never alone the last few days. Every meeting, every training session, every ball or special occasion his number one was at his side. It seemed she made him happy, just like she did with both Lord and Lady Firestar. Taryane Firestar was his happiness. Everywhere she went the doors were open, everyone in the estate knew her and she knew everyone in the estate. Even the most grumpy felmancer, the most vain elf smiled and welcomed her with open arms. She truly, is -the- Firestar.

“Sometimes, what we want most, is there beside us.. But because of what others make us think we want, we oversee this. Always look to your left and right, it is there that it might be hidden.”

Nivendi’en Firestar smiled towards his little sister, as he made her levitate over the fountain within the estate, making her giggle, like only someone so pure-hearted and innocent as she can.

“One day, the rise of a Firestar will come.. she will grow and be loved.. It will lead and be followed.. Not because she want too, but because she has too and they need her too.”

[xaveler]

Mind vs mind

Illethiann gave her one last nod, before he left the room, closing it with a lock only he knew the combination of. Narindiel sighed, as she placed herself down in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed and her head aimed towards the ground, she started concentrating. Minutes, hours, days passed, yet she did not move. She sat there, concentrated, a darkish aura around her. “Where are you..” All of a sudden something reached her, it made her eyelids twitch, it was something foul, something she was trying to avoid to reach. It was a demonic creature, a Nathrezim. He was calling for her, trying to reach into her head and take control over it. But she came prepared, Illethiann and her practiced for this, she wasn’t a silly magus anymore, no.. She was a Blood Mage, she stood above this all, she was the top of the top. Narindiel her eyes opened and she placed her hand palms on the ground, fel fire surrounding them as he glared angrily towards the other side of the room. She was tired, but nonetheless she was willing to end what she started. Instead of avoiding the demonic creature, she started to fight it. A game of minds and souls. The whole room started to set ablaze, yet Narindiel, did not move. Lightning crackles surrounded her face, her eyes, dark yet light. Her whole figure was becoming a mystery as she and the demon did what not many had tried before. They entered each other’s head. And while it didn’t look good for the young Blood Mage, it was she, who ended on top. It was she who made the demon speak, it was she, who found Vellidan. Within seconds she flew with her mind through the demon and grasped the one thing that didn’t seem right inside that dark foul world and pulled it out. She fell to the ground, the moment her task was done, the darkness, lightning and fel disappeared from the room. Yet the damage was done, portraits, tables, chairs.. everything was destroyed, except her. Right at the moment her head was about to hit the ground, a hand shot underneath it, making sure it didn’t bash on the ground. It was Vellidan, it was the elf she pulled out of the Nether.             He gazed at her, confused and happy, but most of all worried. He picked her up and moved his gaze around the room, trying to find something to lay her down on. Yet everything was burning or broken. He couldn’t just lay her down her, she needed help. He moved his gaze on her once more, worried that something bad was going on with her, as she was lying in his arms, almost lifeless if it wasn’t for the occasional breathing. “Narindiel..” He walked towards the door and tried to open the lock. After a few seconds of trying, he simply kicked in the door and walked through it. Many elves of both the Silverfire and Sungrave estate jumped backwards. They knew who he was and they knew what he did. Many of them saw Vellidan holding her and glared. The moment the surprise left them, they started running towards him, ready to attack, ready to make him pay for what he did. The moment they reached Vellidan a loud -ENOUGH- echoed through the estate. It was Lady Rei’ann, accompanied by Lord Illethiann. “Why would you all attack him, if he’s holding one of our own, get her out of his arms and look at her immediately.” Rei’anns voice was cold, emotionless and strict. Within seconds each of the members bowed their heads towards her, pulling Narindiel out of Vellidan his hands, who simply remained where he was. “And as for you.. Vellidan. Get out of this estate.” Rei’ann her cold eyes pierced through the Hunter for only seconds. Because that was all she was willing to give Vellidan. After that she simply turned around, followed by Illethiann, who couldn’t help but smirk towards the Hunter. Vellidan snarled, all he wanted was to stay with Narindiel, but he kenw if he would have tried to stop them there, right then. They would have tried to kill them and for the future of both Narindiel and his daughter, he couldn’t allow something like that to happen. He moved his gaze around the estate, many elves still glaring towards him, until an older, more gentle elf approaching him. “Come.. I know where your friends are. I’ll bring you there.” Each elf simply bowed their heads towards the older one, quickly turning around to continue their business. Vellidan gave a simply nod towards the elf, allowing him to place a hand on his shoulder and teleport him towards Ashenvale. “How is my son?” The older elf moved his eyes upon Vellidan. “How is Varothan?” Vellidan moved his gaze upon the older elf. “He’s in the best of hands. I can assure you, that she would do more for her, then you could imagine.” The older elf took a deep breath, nodding his head. “Yes, good.. good.” He simply smiled towards Vellidan and then teleported back to the estate. Leaving Vellidan behind. Vellidan moved his gaze around, not being familiar with the place he get teleported too. And if it wasn’t for the voice of Lynaethia, coming from the north of him, he wouldn’t have had a clue where to start searching. He took a deep breath, scratches the burning feeling on his face and walked towards her. But she wasn’t alone, there was someone else..

[xaveler]

Varothan and Natsanna

It was a beautiful afternoon in Eversong Forest, as two, young elves were running around the gates of Silvermoon City. N:”If you think you’re about to win, you’re very wrong mister!” V:” Oh yes? Well… I have candy!” Natsanna stopped running, pulling the arm of the young Varothan. Her eyes narrowed. N:”I bet.. that I can eat more candy then you can.” Varothan, who was now sticking his tongue out was making a “Prrrrt” sound. Natsanna opened her mouth, pointing with her right index finger towards his mouth. N:”SO MEAN! I will tell your father mister!” Varothan blinked, quickly offering Natsanna some candy. N:”Alright.. I will forgive you.. But next time!” Varothan smiled and Natsanna smiled back, within seconds they landed on top of each other. Both trying to get the upper hand over the other one. It was obvious it was Natsanna who was the stronger of the two, despite being a girl. After hours of fooling around they ended up on the beach, smiling as they were looking towards the sun who was slowly going down. N: “You think the sun have feelings?” V: “I think everything has feelings. As long as it lives. Your mother told me, that my father told her, that even arcane lives.” Natsanna smiled, still looking at the sun. N:”I don’t think the sun is made out of arcane.” V:”Well.. I think you’re right. But it’s beautiful isn’t it?” N:”Yes it is.. One day, I’ll be as strong as the sun and then I’ll be all fired up!” Varothan smiled, placing his hand on her hand, it made Natsanna blush. N:”One day will be both magi and we’ll kick some ass, right?” Varothan smiled at her words. V:”You best don’t use that word around your mother. But yes, one day we’ll be as strong as my father and your mother. And then we’ll be the strongest magi that ever lived.” N:”And then we will marry, right Varo?” Varothan blinked, his cheeks turning red, he opened his mouth but all that escaped was “Iep”. Natsanna frowned, punching his shoulder. N:”Well?!” Varothan blinked, nodding his head. V:”Y-yes.. Then w-we will marry.” Natsanna smiled, grabbing his hand again. N:”Good. I don’t want an elf that can’t defeat me.” Varothan blushed, as he peered towards the sun once more. There they both stayed for another few minutes, until three figures appeared behind them. I:”Enjoying the view, are we?” Natsanna and Varothan blinked, turning around they smiled. It was Lady Iridiel, Archmage Farhollow and Lord Illethiann. N:”We are mother, I am sorry if we are late.” V:”Yes, sorry Lady Iridiel, we didn’t mean to lose track on time.” Lady Iridiel placed a hand on both younglings their heads, placing herself behind them. I:”How could I be angry, if you both found such a beautiful place. The sight is truly magnificent. Do you two mind if I join you?” Varothan and Natsanna smiled, shaking their heads. And so the three sat there for another few minutes. Illethiann and Farhollow standing at the back, smiling. As Farhollow patted Illethiann his shoulder. F:”You did a marvellous job with her, my former apprentice.” Illethiann smiled, bowing his head in respect towards his former master. I: “We both did, master.” Both elves smiled, as they continued enjoying the scene of beauty, friendship and love.

[xaveler]

Let’s talk, shall we

I: Your progress has been fast in these last few days Lynaethia. You’re growing patient, kind and yet vicious. There is still a lot of work, but I can feel that we’re getting there. You answered every question and shared things with me you should have shared with other people. You’ve been running around with grudges and pain, without letting it go. It is because of this pain you’re falling into your knees, broken and hurt. I know of this, because I too, have had it before. L: I am aware of that, Lord Sungrave. You told me about your daughter. But you never told me how you dealt with the pain? I: Well, I suppose it is your turn to ask, hm. What I will tell you know is a secret I’ve been running around with forever. A secret not even a handful of people know. The moment my daughter died and I had killed my son-in-law. I went on a rampage. I killed an entire small village of humans. Children, men and women alike. I didn’t even spare the dogs and birds that lived there. I killed them without mercy, as I, at that point, did not have any mercy. I remember seeing a child, pretending to be death next to the corpse of her mother. I walked past her, playing along.. Only to crush her afterwards with divination spell. She was like a fish on dry land, except a fish his eyes do not pop out. Many, Dalaran magi came to help the town, something I didn’t except. It seemed the city was floating nearby and these magi were sent to investigate. I couldn’t allow any witnesses, Lynaethia. L: So.. you killed them all? Illethiann his expression was serious, neutral and no sign of emotion could be sensed within his voice and posture. I: I did that and more. I broke them, slowly killed them. I remember setting one ablaze, making him run and scream like a child. I think he even ran into a wall, it was amusing back then. One of them I kept alive, I needed information, but I couldn’t allow him to divine towards Dalaran, so I broke his mind. You need to remember that I’ve always been a better diviner then I was a felcaster, especially back in those days. I made the human believe he was blind, paralyzed and couldn’t only talk. I asked him where Sylvarys Farhollow was and he answered. The loyal elf had been resigned from Dalaran, to go and keep my household intact. I think it is because of his loyalty and what the human said that I regained my senses. L: What did the human say, Lord Sungrave? I: The human told me that Farhollow resigned, because he’s patiently waiting for his son to return. That not even the biggest power and strongest knowledge in the world would keep him away from that. He said that Farhollow talked about his apprentice, who he called son, for days and weeks and that he loved him more than life itself. L: He called you son? But he has a son, isn’t it, My Lord? I: Yes, he has Varothan. But you must know that I have been trained by Farhollow many years before Varothan was born, I did see upon the elf as a father figure. As my father had never time to see for my needs. He was always busy with my older brother. Farhollow has always been there for me, Lynaethia. And because of that I remembered everything. I woke up from my trance and erased the memory of the human. No more killing, for now, I thought. And after that I returned home and started my life as Lord Sungrave. L: Wasn’t your daughter also a student of Farhollow? I: Yes, she was. She was trained under him within Dalaran. But that is your second question. It is my turn now, as I too, have many question left. Lynaethia took a deep breath, nodding. L: Rules are rules, My Lord. I: Rules are rules, Lynaethia.

[xaveler]

To best the weak, doesn’t make you strong

Varothan walked into the private library of Illethiann, bowing his head towards his father and Lord Sungrave himself. Both elves returned the gesture with a bow themselves. Farhollow smiled, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. S:“I hope all ended well with your mission?” V:“It did father, they will no longer be a threat towards our kingdom or our household.” S:“Well done son.” Illethiann smiled, letting father and son talk while he finished the last words within his new book. After the ‘catching up’ between the two ended, Illethiann joined the conversation. I:“I am sure you wonder why you’re summoned within this one place you’re not allowed.” V:“I am my Lord, but I am sure you have your reasons.” I:“I always have, young Farhollow. The thing called Serath is gone out of the estate. My apprentice made sure of that.” V:“Pitty.. Only a few days more and he would have died. One less thing to worry about. I can’t say I have ever met an idiot like him before, Lord Sungrave.” I:“Ooh, wait till you meet the others of the Embrace then. They’ll attack you without question and make sure you feel loved and wanted.” Illethiann couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. I:“But anyway, he still lives.” V:“Undeserved I say. One who doesn’t accept freedom because he wants to be a thought elf, doesn’t deserve to live. I cannot wait to kill him myself. I cannot wait to be trained and show him what a real Hunter is about!” Farhollow lowered his head, sighing. S:“Patience is a path you’ll need to learn, when you become one of them, my son. Respect and honour as well. Besides.. You aren’t certain yet Lynaethia will accept you.” I:“Your father is right Varothan. While Lynaethia is becoming the finest weapon I have ever created. The choice lies still with her. Soon she’ll be ready to take over the Embrace herself. It still amuses me to think what would have become of her if it wasn’t for Narindiel and I.. Every time you meet her, Varothan. You show her respect. Do not forget she stands above you within our Household and is still the stronger elf. No matter how talented you are.” V:“As if I could forget, My Lord. And one day I will be as strong as her and feared. I will make sure she will respect me too, even if it is the last thing I do.” I:“I have no doubts about that. Now the other matter I want to talk with you about is Vellidan. No matter the hatred I have for the elf. You need to protect him. Narindiel has been to sad these last months, I want her to be happy again. And Vellidan is still part of what makes her happy. So protect him, like you have been protecting Lynaethia and Natsanna.” Varothan bowed his head. V:“I have brought those who dared to try and enter her hut to their knees, My Lord. Just like my father asked of me. No killing, as I have sworn.” Sylvarys Farhollow smiles, hearing those words of his son makes him proud. I:“Well done Varothan. You make me and your father very proud.” Varothan bows his head once more. V:“I do tell you now, My lord, father.. That if that weak, pathetic hunter tries to visit her, I won’t stop until by hand is inside his stomach and his throat within my free hand.” Farhollow closes his eyes, shaking his head. I:“Well, make sure you do it quickly, if that happens. Now go Varothan, your father will lead you out. I still have some unfinished things to take care off before I will spent my free time with My Lady.” Both young Farhollow and Archmage Farhollow bow their heads, leaving the library. As Illethiann peers into a scrying crystal, where the face of Sylvarys Sunglance appears in. I:“Where are you.. Sylvarys.”

[illethiann-blog]

Hit by power

Illethiann stares down from the upper tier, peering over the estate when Farhollow appears behind him.

F: “My Lord.”

Ilethiann turns around, nodding towards him.

I: “Farhollow.”

F: “How are you, My Lord?”

I: “I do not know.. I really do not. I am awaiting for an answer of her.”

F: “I.. do not want to sound rude, My Lord. But, do you think she will?”

Illethiann turns around again, shaking his head.

I: “I don’t.. But I have seen things I have never seen before, felt things that.. I didn’t think they existed. I am happy, Farhollow, as long as she is. No matter what choice she’ll make.”

Farhollow narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he smiles.

F: “You changed, My Lord. She changed you. In a good way.”

I: “I am still the same, Farhollow.”

F: “Maybe, but it has been since you were a youngster when I last saw you like this. Do you remember?”

Illethiann shakes his head.

I: “I don’t.. I don’t remember anything.”

Farhollow sighs, nodding ones.

F: “I hope she chooses what is right, My Lord.”

I: “She will. She always does. I can assure you.”

F: “Of course, My Lord.”

I: “You understand I’d die for her?”

F: “I do..”

I: “Good.”

Farhollow smiles faintly, bowing towards his back.

F: “I am sorry you are so nervous about it.”

Illethiann shakes his head, still staring at the estate.

I: “She’s my power source and without power to keep me going, I die. So I’d die to safe my source, my life.. Blood for blood, my friend.”

Farhollow opens his mouth, but no words leave it, ending up in a small smirk, leaving the upper tier with a smile.

F: “Blood for the Fallen My Lord.”