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Bruk: *softly* Fuck.

Bruk: Fuck.

Bruk: Fuck!

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Horse: *neighs* *fights against the harness*

Bruk: Woh! What's the matter with you?!

*low growl*

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Bruk: Woh... woh there. Be still for a moment, I have to get my bearings... *clacks his tongue* All that damn snow, how's one supposed to know which way to go?

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Gorgeous 🤩

To answer the question from my previous post... The number of WIPs is plentiful and mounting by the day! 😅

I've been trying to come up with a layout for the Moonfeathers' throne room, which I guess is a WIP in and of itself. I'm not crazy about the current setup, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.

The actual WIPs are the object recolors I decided I absolutely needed for this room. So far I have the banner, the blue curtain, the round rug, the throne's flanker chairs, the stair carpet, and the queenly dress, which obviously isn't an object recolor, but still adjacent to the theme. I tried to make a recolor of the throne, too, but the mesh isn't picking it up for some reason? I'll have to see what's up with that.

Oh, and there's also a new floor. It wasn't made with the throne room in mind specifically, but it's wormed its way there nonetheless (you can see it on the ceiling in the last pic!)

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Ren: Inna! You need to let your magic flow.

Inna: I am! But there's something blocking the path. It's harder than when we do the ceremony back home.

Kadja: I can feel it working though! We just need to increase the power!

Ren: *muttering* Don't give too much Kadja. Only what's necessary, nothing more.

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Arvin: Wow....

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After much insistence from the Dantuzine, the Cambremon performed a ceremony, early Thursday morning, to shield the hub from the winter winds.

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2 Years of Cambremon!

Cambremon is two years old! Thank you so much to all of you for your likes, your comments, and your reblogs! I'm so excited to see how far Cambremon has come. We're now entering the final stages of the general plot I had in mind when I started this whole story! I'm really looking forward to sharing some cool scenes with you!

Here are a few of my favorite pics from the past year!

Once again thank you so much! <3

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*lutes, drums and trumpets ringing from the other end of the hall*

Arvin: Can you also teach me to play an instrument?

Kadja: Sorry, I can't help you there, I'm a poor musician!

Arvin: Ah. That's a shame. I like music. It's better than praying don't you think? I don't like praying. We should have music every night!

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New MCC to follow, whoo hoo! 🥳

In a distant, war-ravaged kingdom ruled by a ruthless and tyrannical Queen, everyone's aspiration meters were always in the red.

In the shadows, a band of rebels dared to dream of something better. They gave up everything for the possibility of freedom, in some cases even their lives, but their attempts ended in bitter defeat when the Queen’s forces swiftly crushed the uprising.

Those that survived capture were sentenced to be fed alive to the Queen’s monstrous pet cowplant.

Against all odds, or perhaps because of the Watcher's hand, ten Sims managed to escape together. They fled under cover of darkness to a distant and untamed land where, far from the Queen’s reach, they stood ready to forge a new kingdom.

Welcome to the Kingdom of Heortwyn.

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Arvin: - so wait... could you also count to... to... one hundred forty thousand...uh... thirty six?

Kadja: *smiles* Sure. Though it would take some time.

Arvin: Wow!

Kadja: Well, that's normal, I was trained with numbers. I used to be responsible for counting all sorts of things as an Intendant. But what about you? Don't you have a school in your hub?

Arvin: Uhm... Not anymore. That's why I only learned to one thousand.

Kadja: Hmm. We're here for some time, I could teach you some of the bigger numbers.

Arvin: Oh, that'd be great! Just uh... Please don't be mad, but I kinda lied. I can only count to one hundred. Ok, maybe two hundred, but I get a little confused.

Kadja: *chuckles* Well well... Looks like we have our work cut out for us.

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Ren: So Galien, man to man, lord to lord. What exactly is that ghost you're hiding?

Galien: *nervous laugh* Oh... lord Ren! Haha, we're not hiding the ghost, we just told you about it!

Ren: Well I'm dying to know more...

Galien: *his expression dropping* *in a dry, low voice* There's not more to know.

Ren: What was that? It's hard to hear you between the roar of the fire and that music those minstrels have been playing nonstop since we came down for drinks. It's quite a din.

Galien: *with a wan smile* Sorry lord Ren, our minstrels aren't very talented, they're mostly here to make noise!

Ren: Haha! Well at least your wine is good! *clinks his glass against Galien's*

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Blade Sepern: *in a loud voice* Say mistress, are there any inns nearby? Not that the stables aren't a welcome sight after the wastelands, but I've been dreaming of feather beds.

Servant: Uh... Sorry sir... I... I wouldn't know.

Blade Sepern: *articulating slowly* You're not from these parts?

Servant: No, no, I am but... Uh... You know... it's better if you stay in the Fort. Being guests of the Dantuzine and all. I'm sure they... uh... it's best to stay here. Excuse me, I've got to go *hurries past him*

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Alina: *raising her voice to be heard over the sound of the music* I trust you found everything in your chambers to your liking, lady Cambremon?

Inna: Yes, thank you! They're very cosy. I'm sure *lightly clears her throat* Len and I will be very comfortable.

Alina: Please let me know if there's anything which could make your stay more enjoyable! I uh... I hope we've done nothing to offend you. I was a little worried with lord Ren's reaction at dinner... Once again, I'd like to apologize for the terrible attack you suffered...

Inna: Not at all lady Dantuzine! Please, don't mention it, it was barely an inconvenience.

Len: Yes, if anything it was good to get some exercise after such a long journey.

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Galien: Let's just... Let's just enjoy our feast for now. You're our honored guests, let us properly celebrate your arrival before we start talking business!

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Ren: Yes... This is all well and good, but we need to discuss the price of our help once again.

Alina: Lord Cambremon we... we already agreed upon a price in our messages! Half of our taxes for ten years, your pick of the books in the Fort library, fifty Serfs of your choosing-

Ren: Yes, that's the thing. We didn't see anyone in your Serflands. The only people we met were the bandits, and they're now dead. Something tells me you don't have fifty Serfs to trade.

Alina: Lord Cambremon, I... I don't know what this means, but terms were agreed to, they can't just be changed-

Ren: *smiling* We came a long way. My poor wife, pregnant as she is, faced the cold and the wastelands. I'm sure you can make an effort. We'd hate to leave tomorrow, after having made this long journey.

Alina: *speechless*

Galien: Please! There's no need for that! We'll... we'll reevaluate! Haha. That's... Plans change. Deals change. Right darling?

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Inna: That sounds more like a ghost than a spirit... I've never heard of any ghosts wielding this much power. Could we study it? Perhaps we should give it an offering? The old tales say that ghosts love mead and flowers.

Galien: Dear lady Cambremon... that's... that's impossible. Only the Dantuzine can penetrate inside the sacred chamber, I'm sure you understand.

Inna, Ren, and Kadja: *ears ringing with the lie*