#the darkmoon faire

[weremagnus]

Darkmoon Faire-style artwork of my dracthyr.

[simdertalia]

🎟️ Darkmoon Faire Set 🎟️

Sims 4, Base game compatible. 32 items Items with extra swatches edited by me. Textures have been improved.

I am aware that another creator did a Darkmoon Faire build, however I have searched for it for probably over a year now and it does not seem to be available to the community anywhere. (See google for SatiSim's WoW builds like Dalaran!) I just really wanted to be able to have these items & share them with everyone else, so here they are. This definitely isn't all of the items I want to make for this collection, but I needed to pause somewhere so I could get it posted for the season. I'm looking forward to making more items to go with this set, fit in with the other things I am working on/things people are wanting for their game.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Set contains: -Arrow (glows! use the keyboard to raise & lower) | 1 swatch | 5422 poly -Banner | 1 swatch | 254 poly -Banner Art Paintings | 4 swatches | 650 poly -Cannon | 1 swatch | 620 poly -Cannonballs | 1 swatch | 1010 poly -Cannon Target | 1 swatch | 3372 poly -Entrance (slotted for candles) | 1 swatch | 2360 poly -Fallen Leaves 1-3 | 11 swatches each | 15, 27, & 26 poly -Game Tent | 2 swatches | 1396 poly -Ground Hay | 2 swatches | 154 poly -Large Pole | 1 swatch | 182 poly -Outer Wall | 1 swatch | 276 poly -Pole Garland | 1 swatch | 787 poly -Poster | 2 swatches | 197 poly -Rope Fence | 1 swatch | 974 poly -Rope Fence Post | 1 swatch | 438 poly -Tent | 2 swatches | 694 poly -Tonk Toy | 2 swatches each | 498 poly -Tonk Wall 1 & 2 | 1 swatch each | 380 poly each -Autumn Trees 1-3 | 3 swatches each | 4002, 4374, & 4732 poly -Wagon 1 & 2 (hoodless wagon has slots) | 1 swatch each | 714 & 508 poly -Whack-a-Gnoll | 1 swatch | 1010 poly -Whack-a-Gnoll Baby | 1 swatch | 714 poly -Whack-a-Gnoll Elite | 1 swatch | 1036 poly -Whack-a-Gnoll Barrel (slot) | 1 swatch | 202 poly -Zeppelin Toy | 1 swatch | 856 poly

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[jacelandon]

February DWC Day 3 - Bargain/Myth

There were many myths and rumors surrounding the Darkmoon Island forest, and the warning was given to all who entered the Faire itself: ‘People have disappeared into those woods, never to return.’ There were always a handful of ‘tough guys’ that liked to test the theory, and while some did return with no grand stories to tell, the odds were never in anyone’s favor. Just as the warning clearly states, many people had, truthfully, never returned. 

By the carnie’s count, it was about a 50/50 chance of going missing at this point. They kept tally in their common area, because of course they did. People were, in general, quite stupid and took every chance to prove that fact to the workers of Darkmoon Island. Bets were eagerly placed, and someone tried to have eyes on the edge of the forest at all times to report back the results, or the newest victim to add to the board. It had become a favored pastime at this point.

No one could be for certain what happened out in that forest at any given moment, not even the carnies themselves were completely aware. It was safe to assume that some of them may have taken matters into their own hands in order to ensure a winning bet, but that wasn’t always the case. Some wanderers had disappeared without a trace, others were found along the outskirts of the trees mangled by animals or by something unknown. Some came out with stories of being hunted or haunted, others were driven insane by what they had witnessed and spoke in riddles or in foreign tongues.

Whatever the case, it was best for all to simply follow the warnings given.

Jace worked with the Darkmoon Faire prior to their acquisition of Darkmoon Island, so naturally he was one of the first to set foot on the new land. The rumors regarding the forests started early on after the disappearance of a few of the workers seeking locations to build their homes. He set up his vardo among the others; safety in numbers seemed key in a place where a lot of unexplained things tended to happen. After all, shady bargains had been made for them to obtain this island in the first place and most of them knew very little about it.

The first few nights had been uneventful and were spent drinking and partying all together as a family, but it was just short of a week when Jace had started noticing a few peculiarities.

On the sixth night, he woke up with his door wide open when he was typically very good at keeping it locked and bolted. They were all family, but that didn’t always stop sticky fingers.

On the eighth morning he discovered his feet were covered in dirt after waking up in his bed. He thought he had gotten past his sleepwalking phase when he was a young child, but perhaps the new location was stirring up some past memories. This continued for a good week or so, but no one else in the camp reported anything similar happening to them, nor had they seen him leave or return to his vardo.

On the thirteenth morning, along with the dirt-covered feet and now hands as well, he had noticed a few small scratches on his ankles.

On the fourteenth night, he had someone lock him in from the outside, yet he still seemingly managed to break free, return, and lock himself back inside.

On the fifteenth night, he had someone watch his vardo the entire night, and nothing happened. Of course he wasn’t going to make that request of someone every single night. He would just have to live with the bizarre sleepwalking and perhaps assume there were some playful spirits about. The idea wasn’t that far-fetched. 

It wasn’t until the twenty-fifth morning that things suddenly took a major turn.

“Jace? Jace, are you okay?” The voice sounded far away, although the gentle shake of his arm suggested otherwise. Petrichor was a welcome scent, but the chill of the brisk air he felt against bare flesh was unpleasant. Eyes cracked open to reveal a blur of colors. “Jace!” A rougher shove was given to his side. He grunted and blinked a few times, clearing the haze to focus on the goblin kneeling next to him. “Whe-...?” His voice caught in his extremely dry throat. He sat up and looked around, attempting to gain some moisture in his mouth before realizing he was laying directly on the edge of the forest. “How did I get here?” “Heck if I know, just found ya sprawled out here.” Gelvas tilted his head, taking a few steps back. “You don’t remember? Looks like ya came from the forest.” He pointed towards the footprints walking away from the trees. “Should prolly go an’ see the doctor, kid. Y’ain’t looking too great.” He tossed a blanket to Jace, squinting suspiciously,. “Gonna be ok? Need help getting back?” Jace glanced towards where the goblin had gestured before looking down at his scratched and bloodied bare arms. He had zero recollection of how any of this happened. Had he been sleepwalking in the forest? What happened to him last night? The scratches didn’t seem bestial in nature. He took the blanket and wrapped it around himself with a shiver before wobbling up to his feet. “No…I’m…no. Thanks, Gelvas.” There was something peculiar about how Gelvas was acting, he seemed almost wary as he briskly walked away without even once glancing back. Of course, that could just be due to their proximity to the forest, it was unsettling for many of the carnies. It was then his gaze caught the glint of gold pressed into the earth where he had once been laying. Leaning down, he plucked out the gold chain from the dirt, lifting it until it revealed the evil eye charm attached to it. This belonged to him. He had never seen it nor worn it before in his life, but he somehow knew it was his. He fastened the necklace in place and pressed a palm against the charm with a smile. Despite his current predicament and his disheveled appearance, he felt the best he had in some time.

@daily-writing-challenge

[pokepaws]

3D wooden Darkmoon faire carousel charms!!

Loved making these so much!!

Link here if you want one!

[peachtreehill]

Darkmoon Faire (World of Warcraft)

[lesathoart]

Was a good draw week! Older gents and goth elf! For some guildies over on WoW.

[frutavel]

This year, this guy is getting a much needed overhaul and update 💖

For those who don't know or don't remember my dark troll mage, his name is Vulto and he's part of the Darkmoon Faire's crew. Him and I went through a really rough patch a couole years ago that had me retiring him, but I still love this odd lil fella and I want to bring him back 💜

[sharpen-jadescythe]

[kiunlo]

*me, at the darkmoon faire for the first time in maybe 7 years, learning that there is another band other than elite tauren chieftain playing* holy shit nice! more metal music!

*goes to the concert which is being held in a cave, and gets fucking destroyed by a Death Metal Knight who summons a legion of banshees to kill me* oh. okay. alrighty then

[aleklah]

“I found myself in you...” Darkmoon Faire commission for @hype-warcraft

[wowthings]

[troll-bridge]

I am the one who whacks!

[sabbactroll]

DWC, Day 6 - Unnatural

@daily-writing-challenge

Caramelle entertains at the Darkmoon Faire.

Gather round, children of all ages! Come close. I promise I don't bite. Would you like to see some fire? Have it singe your hair? Pay attention, now! Pay no mind to the purple flames, or the eyes that watch you from the shadows. Look at me. There is no need for fear - can you not see the gold in my eyes? Look deeper, my dear. Listen to the whispers of the evening. Feel that hand brush against your shoulder. Let my flames give you wings to fly upon, breath to rival a dragon.

The Faire corrupts us all.

[jacelandon]

The soothing timbre of his instrument sang throughout the fairgrounds, cutting through the nearby chatter and directing all attention towards the handsome violinist perched atop a wagon. For those newer to the Darkmoon Faire, it wasn’t the type of music one often expected to hear at a place like this; perhaps instead from a soloist accompanying an orchestra of the highest caliber. Classically trained musicians such as he often didn’t find themselves busking on the streets for a handful of coins, but this is where Jace always felt he thrived the most. 

It wasn’t about proving that he was the best of the best, but allowing everyone the experience of classical pieces they may never otherwise hear in their lives. It was about enchanting and entrancing them to the point where they were fully enrapt, unable to tear their focus away. People had come from far and wide to witness the wonders of the ‘conundrum wrapped in an enigma’ that is Darkmoon Island, but what many did not realize was that the island itself was not the only enigma present.

Deep blue eyes fluttered open as he surveyed the growing crowd, never once missing a single note in the frenetic, demanding runs of this particular capriccio. It was never just about the technical skills it required to play these pieces, one had to feel the music in their bones and understand it, nurture it, and tame it. It was the passion behind the playing that truly made the difference, and Jace had that in abundance. 

His bewitching, stormy gaze flashed with mirth as it met the mesmerized stare of a well-dressed human near the front of the crowd, offering her a wink and a half-grin. Her cheeks flushed as her hands slipped into her pockets, producing a large number of coins which were immediately deposited into his upside down hat. But she didn’t stop there. A gold bracelet inlaid with colorful jewels was slipped from her wrist and added in as well. No one nearby seemed surprised. In fact, she wasn’t the only one that felt suddenly compelled to offer such personal gifts.

When his final note faded, he bowed with a flourish and was met with an abundance of praise and applause. Emptying the contents from his hat into his pack, he quickly pulled it on and disappeared back into the tents before anyone had a chance to make an approach. Upon reaching his wagon, he locked the door behind him and sorted through his spoils of the evening. Coins were locked away in a safe and the jewelry was plucked through until he found a man's silver ring that had some small black diamonds lining the edges. It was slipped onto his middle finger before extending that hand and wiggling his digits to inspect the new treasure.

“Yes, that’ll do.” He mused to himself before rummaging through the remainder of his ‘gifts’. A couple more pieces were separated and set upon his table before the rest was scooped up in a handkerchief and taken to one of the workers’ communal tents. 

“Good haul tonight?”

Jace simply grinned and opened his handkerchief to the purple-haired goblin, “Take your pick, grab something for your sister too yeah? Put the rest in the box when you’re done, for the others.”

“I ever tell ya that yer ones of my favorites?” Zina grinned wide and went right for that golden bracelet inlaid with colorful jewels before taking the whole bundle from him. “Maybe my very favorite t’night. Thanks, hun.”

Jace flashed her a charming grin, “You can thank Love is in the Air. Holidays, especially that one, makes people do crazy things, you know.” Eyebrows bobbled playfully. “I’m out, gotta go do some backup.”

“Mmhmm…” She made a shooing motion, “Go on, ya siren. Thanks again for the pretties.”

Jace stepped back into the Darkmoon Faire street, pulling on his hat and tracing his fingers around the brim as he smiled to himself. It was going to be a good week.

[azerothtravel]

Pride In My Work, Darkmoon Faire, January 1, 2023.

[bruhstories]

alright, why are there no nathanos fics on this hellsite?