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wavvie · 4 months

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Retribution: Prologue

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The darkness of the forest's canopy gave way to the moonlit road. A carriage sat waiting, its banners waving in the slight breeze—a rampant golden crowned stag on a field of green, House Oraen. Worry filled Yaenfiera's core, though she cared little about what would soon become her. Her mind went to the novice she sent away thirty-seven years back, still but a child. The gods had given Yaenfiera a command, and she obeyed. Had Yaenfiera known what would come, she would have held onto the child as long as time permitted. Perhaps the gods knew that, omitting what would become of the child, her child. It mattered not anymore. King Daenil of House Oraen had found her. The time of trials and tribulation was over, ushering in a new era of empyrean and inferno.

The rusted chains bit into Yaenfiera's wrists. The wretched bitch of a leader had put them on too tight, mocking Yaenfiera's discomfort. The Leader of the band of rebels had welcomed Yaenfiera into their makeshift fortress, though not with much hospitality. She openly voiced her distaste for the High Priestess, as if Zeneir's towers stood high and untouched by war. Yaenfiera might have stayed accustomed to feather-down mattresses and dining on mutton in another life. But not this one, never this one. "As promised. High Priestess Yaenfiera, Descendant Of Asteae, Sovereign of Zenier, Antidoted Envoy of the Divines, and Protector of The Zaetiraeal." The prickly woman spoke, every word an attempt to wound Yaenfiera. The three men looked Yaenfiera over with disinterest. With one wave of a gloved hand, a chest drops to the ground in a heavy thud. "Very well then," The Commander replies, "Ten thousand golden leviathans." "Is that the cost of damnation?" Yaenfiera spits, "The Realm will forever be changed and by your greed alone." "No, it is the cost of whatever befalls you." The seasoned Leader spun on her heel to face the High Priestess, "Was it not you who agreed to raise and mentor Ivaenia's heir? Then, conveniently lost said heir when the King called for her? Kings and Queens have done far worse for far less." "You speak of what you do not know." Yaenfiera's tone fell somber, "For every truth spoken into this world, deception takes root." "And for every tale, there are two sides—Atlir's teaching. Had you shared your side, the public might have cast the blame differently. But Zenier fell, and you vanished when your people needed you most. Any respect I might have had for the tales of your good deeds has long since soured. They say the gods make no mistakes, but I believe you were their first." The woman's eyes narrowed as they met Yaenfiera's. She and her scoundrels leave the clearing, chest in tow. The King's men grab Yaenfiera, escorting her to the carriage. The runes on her cuffs glow once, twice, thrice. A tear fled down her cheek; only the Forge of Avernus could've created such a monstrosity. All weaponry and artifacts granted from the Divine, or the Infernal, are born in its fires. And only there could such powerful runes be inscribed. Even if she were to drink from the Collision and obtain power that rivaled the gods, she could conjure no magic. Once in the carriage, she could no longer maintain her poise. Yaenfiera wept. She wept for her lover, for whatever became of her old friend turned foe, for all of Zenier and the Zaetiraeal. Most of all, she cried for the young girl from so many years ago. Where would she be in this moment? How far she'd gotten on her quest? Who had she become so far away from a mother's love? Her name came close to escaping Yaenfiera's lips like prayer, a plea for mercy. The girl would not go by that name, even if she had remembered it. She would've been born anew when she woke from the amnesia. If the gods were kind, someone would've named her in her stead. To bestow a name onto oneself is a sign of ill fortune.

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wavvie · 5 months

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how the mighty fall

#ts4 #ts4 render #ts4 simblr #ts4 edit #oc: yaenfiera of zenier #satr #i opened blender to work on poses #and ended up here #it's not even my pose lmao ope

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wavvie · 4 months

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Retribution: The Beginning of the End

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*Lei'maerha (Lay-mare-a): a title placed on a soul that's been reborn throughout the millennia. Once it's reborn it's said to cause misfortune and bring ill luck to all who come near it. It's prone to the most heinous sins. Roughly translated to 'The Divine's Sorrow'

*Lei'naera (Lay-NEE-ra): A flower native to Zenier, roughly translated to 'God's Bane'

*Rhae'zeil (Ray-ze-eel): A title placed on a soul that's been reborn throughout the millennia. Only two have been actively titled, as the title is only granted if the Divine call upon their champion. Roughly translated to 'The Chosen Champion'

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 story #simlit #ts4 storytelling #hod:r #r:beginning of the end #oc: nelia of zenier #oc: yaenfiera of zenier #saucy little flash back anyone?#baby nelia owns my heart #much like adult nelia

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Retribution: Prologue

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The congregation parted for Yaenfiera, the choir echoing throughout the grand cathedral. All of it was foreign to her; marriage was something few priestesses agreed to—those who did never married a human, let alone the last King of Dawn.

Daenil looked upon Yaenfiera with an unpleasant leer. The infernals had done their work, and they did it well. Yaenfiera had seen such looks before from him but never at her. "We gather here to submit to the will of the gods." The priest's words begin as the choir quiets to a harmonizing hum, "Through them, His Grace, King Daenil, and Her Holiness, High Priestess Yaenfiera, are to be bound in marriage. With flesh against flesh and hearts to beat as one, their souls are forever intertwined from this day until the end of their days." "As Atlir vows to Ielia, I, too, pledge to you," Daenil's voice wavers; he pauses for a moment and winces before continuing, "I will forever walk by your side, bring light to your darkest days, shield you from harm, and worship and adore you." Yaenfiera looks to Daenil, and sorrow settles in her heart. The last time they were in this chapel, he was young and in love. Perhaps she, too, had loved him and him her. Those days were gone. Any ounce of love they could muster was lost out at sea. And here they both stood again, wanting to regain what was taken from them. As if a sham marriage would return those they loved and lost.

Screams erupt throughout the cathedral, hell fire engulfing all but Yaenfiera and Daenil. Yaenfiera could all but watch in horror as Daenil's subjects grew disfigured and grotesque. They're screams of agony turning to ones of pleasure. A pit from the depths of the hells opens, and three pairs of red eyes watch from within. Two make their way out of the fiery abyss, leaving the third to watch from afar. Tall, slender, horned beings make their way to the altar. "Lovely good show, if only the mouthy wretch could've seen. Alas, I don't dare trust her on the mortal plane. As tempting as it would be to toy further with you both." The one with more grandeur horns spoke first. "Pitty, pitty. I tried to make my father wait until the consummation; how the horrendous display of breaking a holy vow would anger my ever beloathed grandfather." The less grandeur shook his head in disappointment. "Guards!" Daenil calls out on instinct. "Be grateful, Your Highness, we've only taken the souls of your esteemed keep and the city below. We are not but merciful; it would be wise of you to remember that in the coming months." The figures give a flash of teeth, sharpened to pointed ends. "It was you. You were the one entering my conscience." Daenil looks on in horror. The more grandeur rushes the King, grasping his neck and lifting him off the ground. The King struggles to breathe. "Yes. I am the first of my kind, but far from the last. The first Rising Sun, the first Fallen Moon. Unlike my parents, mortal hood is all but a mystery to me. To be so… disposable, to break so easily, why I could never." The grandeur spoke. "Let him go, Dostrin." Yaenfiera tries with her might to sound strong, pulling from every essence of priesthood, of sovereignty. Her voice cracks, filled with fear. Dostrin, son of Atlir and Ielia. The first to be born a god, the first to have had his godhood denounced. "There's a fourth piece we require that you so carefully absconded with, High Priestess." The less grandeur draws Yaenfiera's attention to him. Estrus, the son of Dostrin and the Goddess Ola. Dostrin's key to leaving the hells without the divine's leave. "She's hidden under whatever cloak of protection you weaved. Perhaps it's better this way: let her find my grandfather's champion, so once she's in our possession, I can gut the bastard where he stands." "No," Yaenfiera says, earning a burning glare from the half-demon-half-god. "No?" Estrus mocks. Yaenfiera stands her ground. "She will do what was entrusted to her. If you are here, the fated encounter is nigh. She will deliver the Rhae'zeil, and he will be your reckoning." Yaenfiera holds her head high; the words she spoke to her daughter coming to her. 'Hold fast. When despair sets in, and all seems lost, hold fast and remember who you are.' Yaenfiera brought the child in her mind's eye. "Your unwavering servitude is aw-inspiring, High Priestess. Now, someone waits for you both; I found her wandering around on the seafloor." And with that, the world became a sweltering inferno around them.

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🔺🥯😞 for nelia and ilanius, obviously, and one other of your choosing !!!

🔺does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Nelia - Nelia depends solely on her magic in lue of a weapon. Her knowledge of weapons is really just "sharp end goes in enemy, don't get hit with enemies sharp end," though I can't blame her. Her unique ability lets her tap into the source of all magic, meaning very strong spells, without paying the price of using such spells. Where others must be granted that access, Nelia gets a free pass to take as she pleases. However, she still has limitations and rules she must follow. She can't just rain fire on a city just because she feels like it.

Ilanius - Ilanius is well versed in weapons. His stepfather raised him pretty much as his son, giving him an extensive education. Ilanius is often duel-wielding short swords but knows how to use various swords, cross-bows, and a bow and arrow. Ilanius also was born with magic, though to no avail has he been able to control it. Many have tried to teach him the art of mastering chaos. So, in theory, he could attempt to use that as a weapon, though his opponent would likely best him while he was casting.

Otho - Otho, much like Nelia, knows what end to stick them with, and that is all. Though he loves to tell people he studied to become a bard at the College of Winter's Edge. Winter's Edge is not a Bard College; it's known for being a school that mainly teaches necromancy, illusion, and transmutation. Though most laugh off his claim, there's more truth in it than many would think.

🥯 what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Nelia - If Nelia is near civilization she'll eat whatever the locals recommend. If she's traveling with someone, they usually will catch and cook something and share it with her under some sort of agreement. If she's traveling alone, she usually fends off hunger with anything she can forage. Hunting with magic makes anything caught pretty much unedible, and she lacks the patience for traps.

Ilanius - Ilanius will eat whatever he can catch if he's in between cities. If he's near civilization, he usually eats poached eggs on some sort of bread and if he can afford it he'll have bacon too.

Narsi - As a Lady in a wealthy family Narsi typically eats honied portage with fresh berries, a small plate of bread with different cheeses, and smoked ham/fish depending on the season.

😞 does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

Nelia - Whether intentionally or not, Nelia tends to scare people away. She claims she likes it that way, but girlie lies through her teeth. In minor interactions such with merchants, inn keeps, and barmaids many walk away from the interaction pleasantly surprised she wasn't all as bad as she seemed. Mama didn't raise her to forget her manners.

Ilanius - People flock to Ilanius like a moth to light; he easily earns people's trust. That being said, he'll compliment you to your face only to talk shit about you behind your back, though usually it's well deserved... usually. Ilanius is very charming and easily liked, and that's what makes him so dangerous. I'm not saying he's a bad person, but maybe watch that valuable family heirloom he's nonchalantly eyeing.

Yaenfiera - Once upon a time, Yaen inspired love and respect everywhere she went. Now? One mention of her name and people spit. If she dared show her face? Well, no violence occurs -she was anointed by the divines to speak on their behalf; you can't just go punching holy figures- but horrendous words are thrown her way. I guess that's what happens when you start a war (albeit she didn't draw first blood, but Ivaenia had every legal right to declare war and break the 500-year war treaty, among other treaties), only to bounce when your people need you.

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#thank you for the ask!!#I did someone different for each prompt #i couldn't decide on just one lmao #oc: ilanius naeroum #oc: nelia of zenier #oc: otho rolandus #oc: narsi docken #oc: yaenfiera of zenier #nexility-sims #ask #hod:r

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