Now, history has always been one of my favorite subjects in school, and it’s remained a fascination as I’ve gotten older. So it only makes sense that a good portion of my stories are based in history – even as far back as the Stone Ages. It’s also a good bet that I’ll eventually add to this total, as well.

Currently, my most in-depth story of this bunch is A Tangled Yarn, which is a Decades challenge that I have really gotten attached to. It’s also one of my toughest story to write, because it often requires several different “photo shoots” per chapter, rather than just photos taken through gameplay. I also have a Simerican Settlers challenge in The McPherson Mess, and a historian-difficulty History Challenge story called Island Spirits. Island Spirits also holds the distinction of being my ONLY story to have its own spin-off. I fell in love with a “spare” child in Island Spirits, and at the same time had been contemplating starting a story-based playthrough of my Timeline Adventure Challenge… so it only made sense to have Saazul set off on her own and start a new story. This story, as opposed to most of my other stories.. will be heavily “decorated” with period CC and mods. As a rule, I don’t use CC, but I decided very early on in planning this story that this one would be different. I wanted the immersion and the “props” to go with the story. This story will differ from the others in one other key way – it will be played LIVE on Twitch and Youtube. For more information, see The Timeline Children page!

I hope you find something here to enjoy!

1897 | 1898 Pt 1

1897-8 Interlude (End of Winter)

The days were still cold, and apparently the world had decided to throw one more big snowstorm at them before the spring began. Stefan straightened his jacket, and peered out through the frosty window to see a well-dressed man walking up to the door. Good. he was here.

Island Spirits page | Timeline Children page
Segue / TC Prologue | Chapter 16 / TC 1.2

By the time Uacro got to the chief’s hut, the morning was well and truly dawned, and the chief seemed none too pleased to see him.

“What do you want, boy?” Chief Guar grumped, almost tripping over a toddler.

Island Spirits page | Timeline Children page
Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen / TC 1.1

Uacro fell asleep that night as alone as he’d ever been. With Saelua gone, all the work was left to him – and it was exhausting. Having Saazul’s heart was the only thing that kept him from breaking down, and he prayed her love was as true as it seemed.

Drifting deeper into sleep, he was unaware, at first, of the pictures coming to him, but it didn’t take long for them to take on a life of their own…

Chapter Thirteen | Island Spirits page | Segue / TC Prologue

Utel had not been the only miserable tribe member recently, and yet another night on the hard ground in a tent had left Nork tossing and turning. He missed his bed. He missed his children. He missed .. yes, he had to admit.. he missed Utel. So, with his heart on his sleeve, he packed up his things yet again, and miserably trudged across the village to try to apologize to Utel.

He arrived mid-morning, and, predictably, found Utel out in the garden by herself. He cleared his throat as he passed the initial trees, noticing to his chagrin that someone had made raised beds for the rest of the plants.

“Utel?”

Chapter Twelve | Island Spirits Welcome page | Chapter Fourteen

Oblivious to all the rest of the fuss in the town, Utel was out in her garden, communing with her bees. She was proud that she had finally managed to get all of her plants in raised beds on her own, and was up early cooking for her large family and getting the gardening chores done.

In fact, she had managed to finally get her aspiration completed, as well, so the news that she would be able to learn more healing from Uacro was more than welcomed. It would give her something else to do to help contribute to the village’s well-being.

Chapter 4.7 | Rules for this challenge | Chapter 4.9

Generation Four: Orange

Appearance: Orange hair, Island clothing style
Traits: Foodie, Good, Active
Aspiration: Friend of the World
Occupation: Lifeguard
House Goal: 40,000 worth

A Place for Winterfest

It only took a couple of days, and our new house.. actually looked like a house. …At least on the outside. And Julius had really outdone himself. It was easily the prettiest home in Sulani. Maybe I would start a new tradition of our family actually using an architect to design their home, instead of just placing boxes as they had enough money and hoping the house would look okay.

Chapter Eleven | Island Spirits Welcome page | Chapter Thirteen

The news that Saelua had died quickly spread in the growing village, and a feast ceremony was ordered for everyone to get together and mourn the all-important Village Mystic. Uacro, her son, was, quite obviously, next in line, because he was the only one with any training to do so, but he was still too young, so there was a sense of uneasiness in the village. What were they to do without their healer?

Utel showed up at the Temple early, and started the feast pit going, so that there would be plenty for everyone. Before long, the Temple was a buzzing hive of activity and everyone seemed to be thrilled for a day of celebration instead of the daily grind of surviving. Chief Guar showed up, and Utel brought him a plate of food near the large bonfire.

Chapter Ten | Island Spirits page | Chapter Twelve

Utel was getting along far worse than Nork. Instead of spending all their time fishing, she had a huge garden to tend, kids to watch, and meals to cook. Now, with Nork gone, all the handiness tasks also fell to her. Which included the broken toilet. After Nork had discovered how to make one, everyone had decided they were too good to use the bush, so the toilet seemed to break all the time.

Chapter Nine | Island Spirits page | Chapter Eleven

Of course, the first people Nork contacted in his newly homeless state were his fishing buddies. All of them had mates, and had scattered to different homes except for Dhok. He and his mate, Makkaen, immediately offered some tent space for Nork, to Nork’s eternal gratitude. His first night away from home passed slowly, but the sun still came up the next day, and – with nothing else to do, Nork headed out with the fishing club to get resources for the still-growing village.