Sorry for not posting in alomost a month. My sport is now in season at my school, and with practice added into my schedule, I have to get up an hour earlier for the class that used to be where my sport is in my schedule. Which also means going to bed an hour earlier while I get home 2 hours later. Not to mention that most of my classes have added a lot more to the work load.
So...just as a warning, the next post might not be out anytime soon. Andi apologize for not post in this past month....it been...hectic.
-AL
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Slight update on the computer issues....
The reason that my computer keeps crashing is defiantly from some bad CC. I gave up trying I find, and completely deleted all my expansion packs and the base game (don't worry, I did save my saved game and sims).
However, IF for some reason the saved games do not include Violetta and her many friends, I may have to re-make all of them. :( Just as a heads up. And this time, I'll be VERY careful with CC. I just have to reinstall everything. On he bright side, I might be able to take pictures now. Yay!
Anyway, I'll try to have another post out by Monday or Tuesday, but I'm not promising anything (mainly because if this does work, I will be playing it to make sure every little thing works, and creating some characters to add to the characters page)
-AL
However, IF for some reason the saved games do not include Violetta and her many friends, I may have to re-make all of them. :( Just as a heads up. And this time, I'll be VERY careful with CC. I just have to reinstall everything. On he bright side, I might be able to take pictures now. Yay!
Anyway, I'll try to have another post out by Monday or Tuesday, but I'm not promising anything (mainly because if this does work, I will be playing it to make sure every little thing works, and creating some characters to add to the characters page)
-AL
Monday, January 7, 2013
Entry 3: One's destiny cannot be changed
Golma's Point of View:
The snow was falling faster. Not that it bothered me, or anything, but it was. My head angled itself upward in time for a large glop of snow to slide from the branch above me and drop onto my face. Now was I not only cold, but wet, too. I shrugged it off, and continued up the hill, my soaked boots sinking ankle deep into the fluffy white powder.
I reached the summit, and below me lay a bustling city in the valley. Smoke curled from chimneys, making my mouth water from the scent of meat. Children threw balls of snow at each other, as parents stacked firewood next to homes. Vendors seemed unaffected by the freezing tempatures as they shouted at me to buy their goods, promising good deals as I strode through the market unfazed. Mother had taught me that no one is what they seem, and to be cautious of things to good to be true.
My thin mouth twisted its self into a scowl. The saying described William too perfectly. I thought he had loved me as he said he did, I thought he would have ran away with me like he promised, I thought true love was real. I thought everything was wonderful until Lady Elizabeth of the North came along, stroking my prince's red hair as if she deserved him. I knew her type, marry a rich man, kill him to make it look like an accident, then move onto the next, with his riches in tow. I thought William would not fall for such a woman, but of course I was wrong.
It took me a monent to realize that the snow around my feet had melted and was begining to steam. The stupid powers from Mother had never helped me like she said they would. The only good they had done was help me steal a map to the Eastern Empire from a trader in the village tavern. Unfortunately, this town was the end of the map.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know the way to the king's palace?" I snagged an old, shrivled woman who was tottering along a few feet ahead of me.
She smiled, revealing what few teeth she had were cracked and gray. "Oh, my dear Golma, I've waited so long for you to arrive. Come, come." She ushered me into a merchant stall that reeked even more that her. Large tapestries and glittering jewels decorated the walls, and in the center, on a golden podium, was a large glass sphere. She smiled at me again, her beak-like nose seeming to protrude even further.
"How do you know my name?" my voice trembled despite my efforts not to show nervousness.
"Oh, my dear, the fate of you is well know by the spirits. But, what you need is a path to the castle. Yes, yes..." her voice trailed off as her beady black eyes searched the room. "There," her voice had changed, sounding as if five of her were speaking at once. "Here!" the old, veined hands snapped, and suddenly she was gripping a map. "Listen, Dearie, here is a map to the king's palace. Now, I will give it to you for a price."
"Was is it?" Stories of my youth sprung into my mind, of selling your soul or giving up your firstborn child.
"All I require is an apple."
"That's it?" I asked suspiciously.
"That shall be all. But," she paused, making my eyes narrow, "it must be a apple conjured from magic."
"Fine." I shrugged. "You have a deal." I pushed my palms together, counted to seven, the luckiest of numbers, and slowly drew my hands apart to reveal a bright green apple, perfectly ripe and round. "Here." I grabbed the map and was at the curtain when she spoke again.
"Oh, and Golma? You cannot change your destiny, no matter how much you try." I shrugged and continued on my way.
-AL
The snow was falling faster. Not that it bothered me, or anything, but it was. My head angled itself upward in time for a large glop of snow to slide from the branch above me and drop onto my face. Now was I not only cold, but wet, too. I shrugged it off, and continued up the hill, my soaked boots sinking ankle deep into the fluffy white powder.
I reached the summit, and below me lay a bustling city in the valley. Smoke curled from chimneys, making my mouth water from the scent of meat. Children threw balls of snow at each other, as parents stacked firewood next to homes. Vendors seemed unaffected by the freezing tempatures as they shouted at me to buy their goods, promising good deals as I strode through the market unfazed. Mother had taught me that no one is what they seem, and to be cautious of things to good to be true.
My thin mouth twisted its self into a scowl. The saying described William too perfectly. I thought he had loved me as he said he did, I thought he would have ran away with me like he promised, I thought true love was real. I thought everything was wonderful until Lady Elizabeth of the North came along, stroking my prince's red hair as if she deserved him. I knew her type, marry a rich man, kill him to make it look like an accident, then move onto the next, with his riches in tow. I thought William would not fall for such a woman, but of course I was wrong.
It took me a monent to realize that the snow around my feet had melted and was begining to steam. The stupid powers from Mother had never helped me like she said they would. The only good they had done was help me steal a map to the Eastern Empire from a trader in the village tavern. Unfortunately, this town was the end of the map.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know the way to the king's palace?" I snagged an old, shrivled woman who was tottering along a few feet ahead of me.
She smiled, revealing what few teeth she had were cracked and gray. "Oh, my dear Golma, I've waited so long for you to arrive. Come, come." She ushered me into a merchant stall that reeked even more that her. Large tapestries and glittering jewels decorated the walls, and in the center, on a golden podium, was a large glass sphere. She smiled at me again, her beak-like nose seeming to protrude even further.
"How do you know my name?" my voice trembled despite my efforts not to show nervousness.
"Oh, my dear, the fate of you is well know by the spirits. But, what you need is a path to the castle. Yes, yes..." her voice trailed off as her beady black eyes searched the room. "There," her voice had changed, sounding as if five of her were speaking at once. "Here!" the old, veined hands snapped, and suddenly she was gripping a map. "Listen, Dearie, here is a map to the king's palace. Now, I will give it to you for a price."
"Was is it?" Stories of my youth sprung into my mind, of selling your soul or giving up your firstborn child.
"All I require is an apple."
"That's it?" I asked suspiciously.
"That shall be all. But," she paused, making my eyes narrow, "it must be a apple conjured from magic."
"Fine." I shrugged. "You have a deal." I pushed my palms together, counted to seven, the luckiest of numbers, and slowly drew my hands apart to reveal a bright green apple, perfectly ripe and round. "Here." I grabbed the map and was at the curtain when she spoke again.
"Oh, and Golma? You cannot change your destiny, no matter how much you try." I shrugged and continued on my way.
* * *
The map was the poorest, if not the oldest with its cracked and crumbling yellowed paper, one I had ever seen. Already had I passed landmarks that I had seen thrice and this waterfall... the map insisted on circling around to here. After the sixth time I gave up and flopped into the snow. After a moment or two, the roar of the fall got me thinking. Since it was well into the middle of winter, and the weather would freeze anything to a solid, why would the fall still be flowing? There had to be a source of heat keeping it warm. I ran back to the tree line and tilted my head back, to be rewarded with a glimpse of a tower.
Getting up to the palace was quite the challenge. Obviously built in this place incase of an enemy's attack, the only way I could see up to the castle was a narrow road guarded at the entrance with twin forts built of thick stones and clay. I approached, pretending to look like I belonged here.
"Halt!" A deep voice sounded out of the burly guard on the left. "Who are you?"
"My name is Golma, and I come to the castle in search of work." It took all of my willpower not to sprint past the guards and up to the castle. I was so close to finally reaching him.
"There are no positions open in the king's staff." the soldier on the right's voice was, if possible deeper. His neck appeared to be a barrel stitched onto his neck and shoulders.
"But my cousin, she...she..." I put fake sadness into my voice. "She's goning to get married, and she said I was to come take her place so she can live in town with her husband."
The guards considered my reason. "Very well," the man on the right said as the other soldier opened the gate.
I practically flew up the road to the palace doors. Knocking, I danced back and forth on my feet, trying to beat back the chill that had forced its way into my boots.
"Yes?" the heavy oaken doors swung open to reveal a very tall maidservant. Her hawk-like eyes peered down at me, taking in my apearance. "Let me guess. You seek an audience with the king also. Come join the line." I followed her down a hallway to the antechamber outside the throne room. She turned and ushered me through a servant's door, and deposited me among other peasants and farmers.
I stood on my toes, hoping to catch a glimpse of King Cendrick. All I could make out was a shock of white-blond hair and a large, sturdy throne made of a dark wood. My feet tapped on the ground, betraying my patient demeanor. Finally I was at the front, and could see Cendrick clearly. The poor man was ill, that much was certain. He was incredibly pale, even more than normal, and his light green eyes were sunken under his brow. Mother had once told me that a food laced with magic would cure all illnesses. I decided that would be my reason for coming here.
"Next," called out the silky smooth voice of the king's right-had man, who sat on a stool next to Cendrick. His royal blue robes defined him as the King's Knight, the ruler of the court when the king was indiposed. I stared at him as I knelt before the king. He was thin, and with his black hair slicked back with what looked like grease, gave him the apearance of a weasel. Something told me he was not trustworthy. "Who are you, and why have you came to seek the king's advice?"
"I have a cure for the king's illness." I stood up, my eyes focused only on Cendrick.
"Who are you?" the knight asked more forcefully, realizing I broke protocol.
I maintained my stare on the king, and simply stated "I am Golma." Cendrick's head snapped up and he stared back, grinning like a madman.
"From where? Need I remind you that the utmost respect be used when in the presence of the king? Where are you from?" The knight's face flushed to a sickly shade of pink.
Cendrick stood, and faced his knight. "James, she is from Alladale." Ignoring James' sputtering, I watched as Cendrick motioned for the maidservant that had greeted me at the castle doors. She stalked over, her pale face looking as thought she had swallowed a lemon.
"Come with me, My Lady." Once again I followed her.
* * *
So.... I appologize for no pictures. There's something wrong with my game (again). IF there are pictures in the following posts, there will be few of them untill I get my computer's issues sorted out.
And, like the post before this one, it is a history before Violetta begins the narroration. I thought it best to explain the past so the future would make just a tad more sense (or a lot. My ideas are a bit scattered from too much TV from winter break.) Hopefully, the next post will be the last narroration from Golma, then Violetta can finally take over again.
And...(sorry for adding even more on ;D ) I am sorry for the REALLY long break between posts. I was swamped with schoolwork and sports.
Now I will formally end this post before I go onto another tangent. Happy New Year (a week late) and GOODBYE!
-AL
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