Archive | April 2014

Behind the scenes 3: Improvising and invention!

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A small bit of progress on the set design/creation! We’re adding to the set as we need various portions for filming. The most recent episode required some creative improvisation on our part. If you have been keeping up with all of the story, you will know that there has been much mention of “Time Slip Openings or portals” but they have never been specifically described. Part of this reason has been to leave some of that up to your imagination. This time though, it was mentioned and it seemed important to give it some definition. There was room on this lot to provide one so we next needed to figure out some workable variation of it.

As many sims3 players know, Yes we could have used a time portal… but that would have stood out far too much. The time slips are more of a natural occurrence than a highly evolved technical machine. For this reason, we needed something that would more easily blend in with the more ancient surroundings. We chose an item from the World Adventures expansion- the dive well. It was something that could be placed near the river, be somewhat disguised and it has a useable function!

This is a view of it from further out with a layering of trees around it.

Views from the field side of the set


A night view of our haunting woman inspecting it

In addition to the time slip, we provided a small patch of heather for the lady to rest in

This is what the final shot of her looks like in the story!

We did also need to provide one other small set for this episode. The current set of Royals Forest does not provide a water access and this latest episode required a boating scene. We managed to place a very simple small boat landing near the Forest lot that makes it easy for the characters to travel to and from the forest from Royals Landing!

Right now it is just a very basic set with little else on it other than some trees and the boat landing. We may eventually expand on it at some later time and offer it along with the Forest lot.



Behind the scenes 4 5/25/2014

Eleanor’s journal 60: Tower mystery, a guiding light to follow

Jasper led Henry out of that forest, all the while feeling as though someone were watching them, hovering above them. He could not shake that feeling and speculated to himself that those silent ancient ones were about keeping vigil and waiting to see if he would be successful in this difficult challenge. Henry Tudor felt much the same and voiced his thoughts, “I am feeling as uneased as that silly Catherine with her fears of this place.” He rubbed his arms, then wave them slightly as if to swat some invisible irritant away from him.

They made their way a short distance from that place and the feeling of being watched over lessened. It still lingered faintly though, and Jasper had the feeling that it would follow them until he resolved this concern and issue with Henry in an acceptable manner. Someone, some spirit was with them, waiting and listening. It did not ever completely go away and they both felt it about them.

Finally, they arrived at the shore and a small boat awaiting them. Once they were in and occupied with the chore of rowing, Jasper broached his needed discussion, “I know of your doubts and your misgivings on this destiny that you are not so sure about.” Henry simply nodded his head and continued rowing as his uncle spoke quietly to him.

“You must clear your head and your conscience. You must accept this divine destiny and know that it is yours. You must trust and believe in this without any doubts on your hear or your mind to sway you from this course. This is not just some obsessive want or dream of your Mother’s making. You have a right and a deserving of this crown. It is up to you to fight for it. This is your fight, your challenge and your course in life. It is not a battle to be fought and won just because you think it your duty to your family and those who support you. You must truly believe that is your right, your calling and your destiny. That is the only thing which will carry you through what is to come. That will be your guiding strength on into the future.”

Henry responded with his doubts. “That is my trouble, Uncle, I just can help but think those second thoughts and ask myself, Why me… There are others who have as equal, or more of a claim than I upon this crown. So, why is it that I should think I am so much more deserving of it than them. My Mother’s passion and obsession borders on the unhinged, I often think it has driven her to the brink of insanity. I can not go simply by her professions alone, nor of yours I think either because in the end, you are so tied to her that you would be ever loyal to her through anything.” He eyed his uncle with a knowing look and Jasper turned his face away to avoid revealing his acknowledgement of Henry’s suspicions.

Henry smiled sadly and sighed, “As to the other legions of followers, most of them would turn their allegiances on a chance. They are discontented with Richard now, but if Richard were to turn and favor them, they would easily turn their loyalties. They have proven such in the past. If Richard were to suddenly have a change of heart or conscience and set that boy on the throne where he rightfully belongs, none of this would matter or have consequence.”

The men continued rowing in silence for a time before Jasper answered those thoughts. “There is much more to it than just that… But, in reality, What chance do you think there is in Hell that Richard would do such a thing. No, Richard has set this whole matter in motion and now we must all ride out the storm. He has gone past reasoning with and it is his own actions which have put you in this place to fight for this crown.” He paused for a moment then went on. “Look upon it in that way, if you must. This is a battle for the sucession and you are the only one in a position to be a contender for it. Yes, there may be others who have a right or a claim, but they are not here, are they? If you do not take on this challenge and win it, then Richard wins by default and will remain in control. He has already proven that he is losing his own grip on reality and that he has little regard for his conscience. Do you want to sit back and allow him to go on?”

Henry thought on this and nodded, “No, I can not in good or clear conscience sit back and watch his reign go on as is. If it were not me in this position, I would back another who was as willing to fight him on this.” It all weighed heavily on Henry’s mind and he could not quite come to grips with the many thoughts bothering his heart. “I only wish that I had as much faith in Divine right and guidance as My Mother does seem to have. I would ask for some sign, some assurance that I truly am that chosen and worthy one. Is that so much to seek from those above, and on the ground who profess to know what my calling is?”

Jasper sighed and agreed with the young man’s questionings. “No, that is never so much to ask. Perhaps the heavens will give you such sign from above… From those of us on the ground guiding you, I can only seek to assure you that we would not put such faith in you if we did not firmly believe that it is your destiny, and ours for you to wear this crown. Your Mother’s passion comes from her true belief in those above that guide her life. She does not veer or sway from that course even though it has cost her much happiness and peace in her life. This is true for all of us. We could easily have disgarded this path long ago and held much happiness on the surface, but there would be no true happiness or peace within our souls or our hearts. You must weigh one against the other and decide which is of the more important.”

Jasper was not sure that his words and his assurances were having much effect. He searched in his soul for what Henry truly needed to hear and know. “Henry, you know all of the reasons and justifications for your claim, you know that you have a valid right and claim to it through your Mother’s bloodlines. No, perhaps they might not be as valid or strong as some other claims could be… but as I have already stated, those others are not here, not in position to fight for this right. You are, and that should be taken as your sign from above that you are the one. The heavens and the fates have aligned in such a way as to give you this opportunity. It is still up to you to fight for the claim. Thus, the fates create a scale of balance, an equal chance for either side to win or lose. If we go forth, engage in this battle and win it, then we have won fairly and honorably. That should be your sign as well… Take up the challenge and the sword, enter into the fight and then let the fates decide. Who ever should win will be the rightful ruler… Accept that as your guiding sign and have the courage to follow through with it.”

star over sun
The men grew silent and concentrated their thoughts and focus on reaching a larger ship off in the distance. In the dim early dawn mist and heavy fog surrounding them it was difficult to see anything. They also battled heavy waves on the churning sea. Quite suddenly the sea calmed and fog lifted to show a strange sight in the sky. In the heaven with the hazy rising sun, there was an odd star near it… swiping across the sky near the sun and for a moment it stopped it’s flight, settled and appeared to be sitting upon the sun. Then just as quickly, it resumed it’s path across the morning sky… As if it were a leftover star who had missed it’s calling to leave with the others of it’s night time group.

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Henry stared up at the sky in some awe, then looked around the calm sea that they were suddenly sitting upon. He let down his oar and raised his face to that sky with hands clasped in front of him in prayer. His immediate thought was that this was his sign… his proof from above that he was on the right course, the divine path. His heart and his soul were filled with a lightness, the dark doubts lifted and he knew that he must fight for this divine right and accept what ever outcome it led to.

With that clarity, he smiled at Jasper and picked up his oar, “Come, let us take advantage of this divine intervention and reach our destiny all the quicker with a calm sea for the moment!”


At Royals Forest, the haunted woman had stood upon the shore and stared out at the small vessel sailing away into the turbulence. She had simply looked up at the clouds, raised her arms to those heavens and offered a small thought of light to guide the way of these men who battled for their destiny. During this time she was in need of that light and guidance herself, being lost in the throes of some deep never ending sadness that seemed to go on through eternity. She could recall nothing of life lived and only felt some peace and comfort when in the nearness of the ancient Abbey. That woman floating there knew not how to relieve herself of the immense, overwhelming pain in her soul… she often searched the forest and the field for some answers, some understanding but usually felt nothing that would allow her to remember or know what her purpose was.

At some times in the past, there had many visitors to this place…coming in remeberance and memorium, paying homage to those souls lost here. Over time the visitors had lessened and even the old Abess of this small chapel had finally gone on to her calling.

The light for Abess Ancient

She had tried to bring this lost soul with her to that light but the young woman had resisted for some reason. She knew not why she should not go, only that it was not time for her to leave yet. So, she had watched that worn and frail woman leave this world and go to the next…

That woman had been the only one to ever acknowledge and accept her presence here. They had spent some many years in quiet solace together, giving each other some sort of comfort and peace. After that woman’s leaving, the place had been much empty save for an occasional traveler through the woods, a few hunters and wanderers in search of game and wild harvests. Once in a great while a Royal group would arrive at the lodge down the road and stay for short lengths of time.

Most who visited did not stay or linger long. She tried once or twice to reach out in some way to them in hopes they could shed light on her dispair but they seemed greatly disturbed by her presence. They would quickly depart on feeling her near to them so eventually she had given up and spent most of her time in some nether between realm of half sleep, tortured dreams and vague clouded memories which she could make no sense of. At times she had some feeling as if she were bound here by some wicked one’s words or curse. Other times, she felt the binding was of her own making caused by a guilt, a grief and pain that she could not work her way out of. Time had ceased to exist for her as it marched on, faded to and fro, in and out. And, just as time had ceased to exist for her, she had ceased to exist for time… save for being some long forgotten part of an ancient myth or legend.

Her name had been forgotten over the years, even by her… With no on to call upon her or speak it, it held no meaning for her. The only means of recalling it was to read it upon the old stone marker placed near to the Abbey by someone she could not rightly put a name or face to. His memory had worn away as much as the etched words upon that stone he had seen placed there in her memory at some time after that battle which had left her body trampled and destroyed on that field.

That memory was too painful to bring back. Each time she tried, her entire being was so overtaken with the shock, the physical distress and the heart shattering hurt that she could not fight past it. She quit trying after a time, deeming it not necessary and only wanting to avoid such pain ever more.

Now recently, others had begun traveling through this place more often. It felt as if they were in search of something, and many of them seemed to be in such danger as once she had been. Something within her began to wake, a sense that she was needed… that her purpose here was unfolding in some way. She could hear more clearly the conversations and the thoughts of those who traveled here now. Yes, they were in much danger. There was a storm approaching, a wicked and vicious storm of massive proportions, it would be a battle of souls and the river would run red with blood once again. In this place between worlds, between times and realms where there laid an opening which people of little understanding had been using to cross those boundaries… In this place where she had been left to pass into eternity, there would be another battle for a kingdom, a crown.


Eleanor’s Journal 59: Tower Mystery, haunts of Royals Forest

The young girls prepared to face their Mother and admit to at least a portion of their supposed guilt in what they chose to describe as a much careless misplacing of the chest. For just this one time, they agreed to set their differences aside and stand together against the woman that neither of them had any great love for, but certainly much fear of.

In the dark of Royals Forest, the other group made their preparations for each their seperate journies. Jasper and Henry Tudor needed to make much haste and be away from this place. They had ventured far too close to enemy territory to complete this mission but deemed it entirely necessary in order to gain the support of Henry Stafford. Jasper was not so sure that any of this was such a wise move but he had run out of options and the whole situation with Richard had become far too dangerous for all of them. He knew more than he let on to Henry about just how far Richard was willing to go.

Young Henry Tudor assumed that this was merely a battle and war for the crown, not that it wasn’t vitally important in itself… but there was so much more to it that Jasper did not feel he dared share with Henry yet. He did not want Henry’s focus to be swayed from the one task at hand for him to complete. In order to make some rights of everything else going on, it was imperitive that Henry succeed in this bid for the crown. For that reason, Jasper kept the other events to himself and prayed that by Henry taking the throne, and taking Elizabeth York to wife, those other events would work themselves out in ways that would not destroy more of their world. He wisely kept silent his knoweldge of the ancient ones, the witchcraft, the other distant and secret realms that were watching to see how this all played out.

Some of those secret factions were still much angry that their previous attempts to place one of theirs on the throne had not gone as planned. They did not mean Elizabeth Woodville either… for even those ancient ones were not happy with her representation of them. All she had done, in their opinions, was cause more danger for them all. No, their intent had been to see the child, Eleanor DeGuille placed upon the throne with young Edward. Had that taken place, many of those silent but powerful factions would have been appeased. They had all agreed that the boy Edward, even if he carried no outward traces or signs of his lineage, would be acceptable in that he was a descendant of the witch’s faction. Those ancients who had observed young Eleanor knew that she would eventually show signs of her own ancient bloodline and that she would well represent the witches and the fairie factions. Their cause had been defeated by the untimely death of King Edward and the resulting chaos that ensued with Richard’s take over. These factions wanted no part of Richard, or for that matter, Elizabeth Woodville having reign in any way. While the witches and fairies were honor bound not to interfere in the current affairs, they did invoke their rights to have some say in events that would cause much danger for all of them in the future.

Even the Vampyres, who really had no just cause to be wary in this situation, and should not have had reason to be involved… even they took it upon themselves to choose sides with the witches and the fairies in this matter. For them, it was simply a way to ensure they gained land holdings long lost to them over the centuries of battles in this area. The Vampyres had been a part of the land as long as those other ancients and their bloodlines ran throughout the areas from many of their Northern, often blood lusting relatives and ancestors. Many of those Northmen, those who had lived in the cold darkness of the wintery climates and ventured into this land so many centuries ago. They had not been entirely wiped out, but had silently acclimated themselves into the cultures and ways of this Britain and of that Normandy that they now called home.

The Vampyre faction chose to side with the witches and fairies in this matter in return for some of those lost holdings eventually being returned to them. They did not care so much over who ruled but rather who would do the least damage and be the most benefit to them. The Vampyres were willing to play both sides against the middle as long it was of some benefit to them. Such was the case with Richard when he had agreed and accepted their assistance. Little did Richard realize that this faction would just as easily turn on him as those others he had put his trust in. What the Vampyre faction truly wanted was their land holdings back. When they quickly saw that Richard’s cause was doomed, they made their decision to side with the rest of the ancients and put their bets on Henry Tudor.

Jasper Tudor knew all of this and remained silent. It was not his place, his duty to share all of this with Henry as yet. First and foremost, Henry must win the war for the throne and he must do it without any interferances or manipulations from those factions. It must be his own battle to win or lose. That was the judgement that had come down from the Higher Council. No one could intervene in this battle, just as they had not been allowed to intervene in other battles reaching so far back as to the last bloody battle that Arthur of Pendragon had fought.

On this dark night, as they were standing in front of the ancient Abbey, Jasper’s thoughts wandered for a few moments to that legend that was Arthur. He only hoped that their final battle would not end such as Arthur’s had… Of course that was all of myth and legend though, was it not? At least that is what most people believed now. Few if any, knew the true history of it and that was how the ancients wanted it kept. Not one person truly even knew the exact place of where it had all happened, where that fabled isle of Avalon was, where that fateful ancient battle had occured. Jasper gave a shudder as a more sudden wind picked up and whipped the air around them. He stood there lost in his thought and to him it seemed as if he could feel those long departed ancient warriors. He heard the wind carry faint echoes of war cries, he smelled blood all around him and beyond that, he heard cries of babes, of women mourning and screams from ancient women and children as they met their own deaths. The sounds and the smell was so real as to cause him to hold his head in anguish.

He thought it was just his own mind playing havoc with him until he turned to the sounds from the others in his group. Catherine Stafford looked about to wretch and fall faint. Her face was a ghostly pale and she clutched at her husband’s arm, “Come, Henry let us be gone from here. I feel something in the winds and the storms about us. This place is not safe for us, though I feel there is nowhere safe for us right now.”

Feeling the past of Royals Forest
Henry Stafford was feeling his own terror and could not but agree with his wife though he did not put voice to his thoughts. There was no need to terrify her even more than she was already scared. His thought was that the fates were giving him glimpse and feeling of his future and he prayed fervently that the echoed cries of women and children were not those that would be his own wife and children. He made a sudden decision then that he hoped would at least keep them safe, if not him… for he knew there was no safety for him now. Henry Stafford ordered his wife to go to Richard and put herself and their children upon his mercy. She must go to him and disavow any knowledge of his doings, beg for reprieve and swear her loyalty and alliegance to Richard for now. When Catherine made attempt to disagree with him, he was insistant and adament that she do as told. Jasper backed him on this as he told her, “No, what I need to do now is mine to do alone with no part from you. Tis your duty to our children to go to him and deny any part in this. You must put yourself out of this and be where no blame can ever be accused or placed on you. You must do this in much public and in front of witnesses such as the Bishop. For then, he will be able to do nothing more than ensconse you in a tower dwelling for the present time. There you will at least remain alive and safe throughout this ordeal.”

Catherine was in tears and still reluctant to carry this out. Henry Tudor, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward and made his own direction to her, “No, You shall do this. Should you like to be one of those women wailing and screaming over their fate and that of their babes being slaughtered? Should you like to die in agony in a field somewhere and all the while wonder what has happened to your children as they are dragged away to their own torture…” He looked at her ashen face to be sure she was understanding his words, “There has been and will be more than enough blood shed in this fight without you adding your own. You will do as you are bid now and take yourself to what ever safety and sanctuary there is left on Richard’s side for now. When this thing all over and done, when I have a crown safely on my head, I will ensure that you and your children are safe for the future.”

Guinivere guiding Catherine away
With those words, Catherine had little choice but to make her way back to the snake pit so filled with venom that was now Richard’s court. As she left Royals Forest, she felt an odd sensation that someone was guiding her safely away from this place that filled her with almost as much fear and dread as the Castle did. She still heard the faint cries in the wind and continued to hear them until she was well clear of that Forest.

guinivere's presence
Much later as the dawn approached, Henry Tudor stared at the open field across from the old Abbey. Something in his soul told him that the battle he had felt previously had taken place there. He knew it had been real, and he also had an awareness that his own destiny and fate would be decided there upon that same field. Henry was not a battle hardened warrior. He was young and most of his life had been spent in escaping from deadly battles such as this. His deepest fear was of not succeeding, of failing all of those who were so determined for him to wear a crown. If truth were told, he was not even sure he wanted such a thing, or was as worthy as they all deemed him to be. Who was he to be so all important, so worthy or deserving of this crown? He could not help but question this in his mind so often. By all rights, that crown should have been the young Edward’s. In his his heart Henry knew this to be true and he could not shake the feeling that he was the usurper in this game.

As they walked softly off into the mists surrounding this place, Jasper sensed Henry’s doubts and knew the time had come to share some of his knowledge… certainly not all of it, but enough it to ease the doubts which could cause him to doubt himself in the future battle. He needed Henry to be well confident in this with no second thoughts or guessing on his part. Henry needed to know enough to be confident that he was worthy, he did deserve this crown. He needed to believe that he was entitled to it.


Eleanor’s journal: Tower mystery58… Admitting guilt and placing blame

Elizabeth Woodville watched Grace leave and quickly wiped her face clean of the emotions she felt. She allowed herself to feel those softer emotions for Grace because she could… She could safely feel kindness and care for that girl because in the end, the larger picture of life, Grace posed no real threat or value to anyone. She was truly an innocent bystander in this game of power and pawns. Unlike her own daughters who could be used much to her advantage, used against her or be traded off to the highest bidder, Grace was a safe replacement to show affections to. She had come to care for the girl more than her own children simply because she knew from their births that her children were not truly hers. Her sons were, for all practical purposes, sons of England… never had they really been hers to love or guide. Her daughters were looked at as much valuable commodities and although she had been allowed to keep them close and raise them, there was always the underlying knowledge that they were not truly hers either. She had learned early on that it was better to not be so closely attached and overly fond of them for they would eventually leave and be expected to give their loyalties to those houses they were wed into. If one did not give into those intense feelings, it did not hurt nearly so much when they were taken away. It was a lesson she had learned with the early deaths of two of her children, and then the lesson had been re-enforced more recently with the death of daughter Mary. Mary’s death had been the turning point of her heart going cold. It was then that Elizabeth turned so much colder and distant towards the other children. She determined then that whether they left by death, by marriage, or as in the case of the boys- by way of a crown… it mattered not, they were still gone to her.


She summoned that coldness within her heart as she turned to face the two daughters left to her right now. Somewhere deep inside, she knew that one of these girls was the traitor to her and to the rest of them. Now, she must determine which of them it was. She also felt a need to understand why. Perhaps it was more a case of them not realizing just what they had done. She thought on this as she approached them and set about explaining the circumstances with the chest.

The two young girls eyed their Mother warily and both were in some state of fear as she looked at them coldly and spoke with a calm, yet chilled demeanor, “It has been brought to my attention that something of most precious and important value to us was misplaced during our leaving . It is now in the hands of Richard… And, I should like to know just how this happened?” The girls were perplexed and Elizabeth watched them both closely for some sign of guilt. Neither of them showed sign of knowing what she was talking about so she continued, “When we were packing and arranging for our items to be moved and stored away, the coffer chest of my Mother’s which I held so dear to me was supposed to be sent on to my sister Catherine for her safekeeping should anything happen to us… I have been informed that it never was sent but left in our apartments.”

At this statement, both girls seemed on edge. They looked down at their feet, glanced at each other then returned to staring at the floor. Their hands fidgeted with the cloth on their dresses and they did not respond to her questioning. Their Mother was growing agitated and vexed. Could it be that both girls held a part in this?
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As neither girl would speak up, Elizabeth spoke crossly to them both. “I am not accusing anyone or placing blame… But, I would advise and warn you both that the contents of that chest have raised the suspicions of Richard. He has made threats that he could make those contents known and accuse us all of witchcraft.”

Both girls went equally pale and gasped in unison as she went on, “Of course should he do this, it would not just apply to me, but to all of those in our family. As he put it to me, Wouldn’t it be a bitter irony… We could all escape the cold damp confines of this sanctuary to be forever warm roasting over a bonfire together!”

The girls were so visibly shaking and crying that now they were unable to make a coherant response to her. She did not give in to their tears or their fear. She wanted them to feel that same fear that had overtaken her. “I know not who is responble for this greivious error, I care not right now…I just want you both to know what danger we have been placed in by this act.” She turned away from them and spoke more softly more to herself than them but with the intent of them hearing her clearly.
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“Perhaps it was done out of carelessness… I can not think that someone would intentionally put us all at such risk. Mayhaps they did not realize what was in the bottom of that chest, were unaware of the importance of that well worn and much sewn ancient linen within. That linen which has been passed down through generations of women in our family and been sewn upon by so many of us. Ahhh well, even if not done intentionally or purposefully, the result is still the same. The linen, the chest, and all of the precious memories of our family such as Dearest Mary’s locks of hair and last scraps of sewing are now forever gone to us. Richard now holds everything most precious and dear to us and can use it against us.”

With that quiet speech, she walked away from the girls into the other room. She stood around the corner out of sight, waited and listened to the girls.

Young Elizabeth and Cecily, both trembling and in tears eyed each other. Through their tears, they began to whisper heatedly to each other. Elizabeth grabbed her younger sisters arm and pinched it viciously, “What in God’s Holy name have you done, you wretched girl?”

Cecily slapped her sister’s hand away and spat back, “Me? It was not I who touched that linen and that chest last. Twas you searching through it and I remember well your curiousity about that blasted cloth!” She hissed at Elizabeth, “Do not place this blame upon me, when it is you who are always going on about how much more responsible you are than I. It was you who should have ensured it was sent off to Catherine.”

They looked at each other in much confusion and Elizabeth finally spoke, “Think, Cecily, Think very hard… Try to remember who all was in the room with us when we were preparing to leave? It was all so hurried, I can not remember it all so clearly. I know that I gave specific instructions as what should be done with that chest but there were so many of us there and such haste that I can not recall who was to have charge of taking it and delivering it…” Elizabeth began to cry again, weeping and wiping the tears away. She felt such guilt for this action that may or may not have been her fault but as her Mother had put it all too harshly, the result was the same.

Cecily for once shared her sister’s feelings and felt her own amount of guilt. Her guilt was well founded though, as she knew what had happened and had let it occur, thinking only of herself at the time. Even now, her guilty thoughts were more of the fact that this act which she had not thoroughly thought through was coming back upon her directly. Cecily knew full well what was in the bottom of that chest and it’s significance. She also knew that she wanted no part of it, then or in the future. She wanted no part of her heritage and was loathe for it to be ever connected to her or their family. Her only thought at the time had been that it should be better for them all to be well rid of it forever. To send it on to her aunt Catherine would only put Catherine in danger, and she did like her aunt Catherine. There was one person in the room at that moment whom she had trusted well enough to do her a favor and take the chest away from all of them. That person was one that would never want such a thing as a hint of witchcraft to associated with Catherine’s name, nor with Cecily’s or young Elizabeth’s.

Margaret Stanley had been present in the room at the time and Cecily had ever been a favorite of Margaret’s. The Duchess Catherine was married to Margaret’s nephew, and Cecily also knew of Margaret’s secret plan to sway a marriage between Elizabeth York and her son. Margaret shared much with Cecily that she did not divulge to others. For some reason, she well liked the young girl and made much praise over her when her Mother and others did not. Cecily had confided in Margaret about the possibility of danger within the chest and asked the woman to take it away from them all.

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Now, Cecily cried in some heartbreak that the one she had trusted so well had seemingly betrayed her and all of her family. She felt guilt for that trust but was bewildered as to why Margaret would have done such a thing when it was still her intent to see her son wed to Elizabeth. This did not make sense even to Cecily’s young mind. Cecily might be young but she was wise enough to see that there was still some puzzle about this. She also though quickly enough on her feet to realize that neither she nor her sister Elizabeth should have to take the fall or the blame for this. While yes, they had been careless in their actions, the blame could go to Margaret for this mess!

She whispered as much to Elizabeth, admitting some guilt and responsility only for the fact that she had left charge of the chest to Margaret Stanley. Elizabeth looked at her sister in some surprise and suddenly gave a rather smug and harsh smile, “Haaaaa then it would seem that this would be my gift from God above… if it was truly she to blame, I would not think that even Mother would go so far as to give me off in marriage to them!”
Elizabeth's trunk

From the Creator

Just a quick update tonight! I am in the process of updating the Cast of Characters! You can read a description and short bio on each of the characters there. For those of you who are interested, there are download links provided.

The most current characters are presented first. We’ll work our way back from there!

The Royals from Avalon through time and history to Haunts Castle!

The Royals from Avalon through time and history to Haunts Castle!

There is also a story update

Eleanor’s journal 57: Escaping the terrors

Henry and Catherine3

Henry looked around at the three waiting for him and was filled with a sense of complete panic. He furiously pulled his wife aside and demanded answers from her, this woman that he had been wedded, faithful and as loyal as possible to since their childhood. “What is this you have done? Have you any idea how much danger you have put us all in?” He was angry and scared beyond all reasonable or rational thought for the moment. All he could think or assume was that these men and their faction, which included his aunt Margaret had found some way to sway his wife to their schemes and plots. He held her arms tightly and shook her in his anger.

Henry and Catherine 2
Catherine Stafford, normally a fairly easy going and much complying wife, stood her ground with her husband this time. “No, Henry, tis you who have put us in grave danger. You with your blind trust and unquestioning faith in Richard to do the right things. You with your assumptions that Richard would be as loyal a friend as you have been to him.” She shrugged away out of his grasp spoke just as furiously as he. “Whilst you have been catering and bowing to him, he has been going behind your back questioning your loyalties and watching our home. He went so far as to place his men around us saying it is but for our own safety, and he has sent summons for me to bring our boys to court to enter into his service and his protection.”

arguement between Henry and Catherine
Henry went pale as death at this information. “Where are our children, Catherine? Why are you not at home guarding their safety yourself.” He was shaking in fear for the thought of those boys in the tower, and the fates of his own children.”

Catherine responded bitterly, “I am not home guarding them because we have no home left Henry. Whilst you were with Richard, we were beseiged by those others of his supposedly loyal supporters who chose to make a stand for claim to our land while Richard was otherwise occupied. I had no time to send for help…and those men of Richard’s who were there as they said to protect us, they allowed it to happen.” Catherine’s bitter words were replaced with tearful ones. “I had no choice but to allow them to take the girls into their custody as they were ill and I was given written swearing of their safekeeping. The boys and I escaped during the storms of the night and eventually found safe haven.” Catherine smiled sadly and shared how they managed to disguise the older boy as a girl to throw off those who might be searching. The boy had put up such a fuss until she assured him that he was but participating in a grand ruse and an adventure that other boys would be envious to hear about later! She nodded towards Jasper and Henry Tudor, “You may cling to your misplaced loyalties all you want to Henry, but it is these relatives who have saved your sons from that one you choose to be so loyal to. You owe these men your debt and your gratitude for keeping us alive.”

Henry tried to take in everything she had just told him, and realized in deep resignation that he had been played for a fool and a pawn by Richard. All of this time when he had been kneeling to the ground in deference and reverence to Richard, Richard had been only using him and plotting behind his back to destroy him. He knew that this was not finished by any means and that he would most likely lose the battle with Richard. He gathered what was left of his senses and his courage, and set forth to meet with the two men who would most likely be his personal downfall in this war. It was at that moment that he knew surely in his heart what his own fate would be. He accepted it and vowed that it would be worthy if he could save his family in the end. It was a short and somber meeting between the three. Henry gave his allegiance and backing to the Tudor faction and agreed to put forward the agreement for Henry Tudor to wed Elizabeth York. It was a plan previously suggested by Margaret Stanley, and one which Elizabeth Woodville had secretly agreed to.

meeting of Henry and the tudor men
It was decided that for the immediate time, he and Catherine would travel to their outlying properties to gather support and armories from there. Jasper and Henry Tudor would ensure their boys safety and disappear once more for the time being.

Elizabeth Woodville woke the next day with a stone in her heart and a determination to find the traitor within her midst. She rose from her sick bed with a calm and delibrate reserve. Though she was still somewhat weak, she retook charge of her floundering household. She was much aggrevated that young Grace had not done as she had bid and left the night before. After recieiving a much difficult to read, hastily written message from her sister Catherine, she was releived though that Grace had chosen to forestall her leaving. The rather garbled message and the panic stricken lad who had delivered it were enough for Elizabeth to realize that something else far more grevious was afoot. Catherine had stated that she was under seige from Richard’s supporters, had fled in fear for her and her sons’ lives.

Elizabeth questioned the young man who delivered the message and he told her what little he knew. Richard’s guards had been set to supposedly protect the Stafford estate, then allowed a neighboring estate holder who held grudge against Henry to overtake the place, hold the little girls for payment of alledged debts and burn the holding to the ground. In the mean time, Catherine had managed with some help from their servants to escape into the night with the boys. The exhausted and frightened young man standing before her now shared that he had escorted the group to safe haven and then continued here with this message. He had made one stop along the way, finding Henry Stafford to convey a message to him.

The young man was a loyal retainer to the Stafford household, namely Catherine. Elizabeth knew him well as he had long been in Catherine’s household and service, ever faithful to her. Elizabeth had always thought perhaps too faithful, but he had never given any cause for his feelings to be questioned and neither had Catherine. Now, the man was beside himself with grief and concern. He said he could not stay, could not take chance on being seen here. When Elizabeth questioned where he was next headed to, he said he was on his way to the Stanley estate with an urgent message for Margaret. Elizabeth made a quick decision and called Grace to her side. “Get your things, Grace… take only what you most immediately need for travel. You shall go to Margaret Stanley.”

Richard Wingfield tried to dissuade Elizabeth. He implored her that it was not safe, and he must be riding out swiftly as not to be caught. He could not be responsible for this girl’s safety.

Elizabeth gave him a cold and reproving look, “She will be as safe with you as she would be here right now. We are all in high danger at the moment and Grace is not a part of it. She shall go to Margaret… I know, what ever else the woman might feel, she will have heart for this girl who has done nothing wrong to anyone, has a good heart and only wants a life within the church. No matter what else, Margaret Stanley will surely be the one to aid her in this path.” She hurried to write out a message to Margaret, beseeching her to give God’s refuge to Grace, reminding her of their previous agreements and stating that in addition to that pact, Margaret should find for Grace a place in the church and pay her dower as bride of Christ.” Elizabeth knew that price could be as high as for any other noble marriage dower. The church placed a high value on these young women and made much money from their dower fees. She also knew that Margaret Stanley was one of the wealthiest women in the land, as well as one of those most appreciated and respected by the church. Margaret could easily find Grace a place within a highly coveted Convent.


She sealed the message and handed it to Grace. “Give this to Margaret, dear girl and follow on your path that I know you so truly desire.” With that she gave Grace a soft hug and whispered to her, “Go quickly now, follow your faith and your God and do not worry for us.” Elizabeth seemed to show more care and emotion for this girl who was no kin to her than she did to her own daughters. As she watched the two leave, she wiped a tear from her face and offered a small prayer of God’s grace and safety for them on their journey.

Her daughters watched from the back of the room and both silently wondered whether the woman should shed a tear for them in parting…


Behind the scenes 2

I did make some very limited progress on Royals Forest… enough for it to be used for some initial filming anyway. Sometimes that’s the way it goes with the set creation!

The story required some use of the forest portion of the set so we worked on the basics of it. Screenshot-3

Creating the forest involves dealing with those dreaded trees that have a habit of disappearing once you’re in live mode of the game or when you need to zoom in closer for decent photos! One solution is to layer the trees and foliage so that it doesn’t all fade away. This is one of those processes that involves much back and forth work between live mode and build mode, zooming in and out to see your results… This is a start of that process. Right now, when you zoom in closer, it still looks a little bare. Hopefully by the end of the project that will be resolved!

It does look better from further away but that does not help when trying to take good photos!

There was initial work done on the hunting lodge/cottage as well. For those of you familiar with the sims worlds, you know that for most purposes you can not place a stove on community lots. Since it has not yet been decided whether to use this lot as residential or community, I’ve opted to leave out the stove for the time being!


Behind the scenes3:Improvising and invention!