Not So Medieval Kingdom Challenge - Sims 2: Aamon's Tower

Prince Aamon wasted no time moving into the abandoned castle hidden deep in the forest that had seemed to just magically appear one day. It was here that he'd found the path of the dark. He'd been exploring the decrepit castle and then a book had caught his eye - although he swore it had not been on the desk a moment before. In the tome, he found spells and recipes that whispered to him of power and riches.

This is what he truly wanted. Power without bounds. He'd watched his father make concessions for the people and it had disgusted him. What good was being king if you couldn't do what you wanted, when you wanted? Let the vampires think that they ruled the kingdom, he would hone his magic skill and rule them all.

A knock sounded on the front door. In broad daylight, it was not likely to be the De Sangs.

When Prince Aamon threw the front door open, he was surprised to see the arrogant nobleman, Patrizio Aristo. "What are you doing here?" he snapped. Apparently the wolves were not doing their job in containing the sheep!

"Please, I implore you Prince Aamon, do not do this.."

"It is already done, elder. This is your warning. I will make an example of you for any further insolence," Prince Aamon admonished. "And what would your pretty daughter do then?"

Patrizio swallowed nervously and took a step back. He'd come to plead the case to the young prince, but he had wasted his time. The prince had no heart.

Prince Aamon poured over the ancient tome. It changed every time he read it, as though the pages were mystically showing him pages of undecipherable text that would soon magically rearrange and be understood.

"Corruptus Locus," he recited.

Cackling with glee when the bolts of lightening shot down from the heavens.

Prince Aamon was unsure of how long he'd spent reading the tome, trying to discern its secrets. He was sure it had been days, maybe weeks, before his body had needed a deep slumber. Upon waking, he thought of Contessa.

"Appello Simae" he recited with a flick of his wrist, calling the enchanting woman to him.

Contessa had been momentarily disoriented when she'd been summoned to Prince Aamon's bed chamber. She narrowed her eyes. "Do not do that again," she warned, fangs bared.

He kissed her hand and then swept her into a passionate embrace. "I have missed you and didn't want to waste a moment to see you again," he declared romantically.

Prince Aamon enjoyed his interlude with Contessa, then poured him back into his research. Count Vladmir had spoken of an ancient dark spell to seek out. Perhaps the recipe for the Enchanted Cur Tails would do the trick. He wasn't' really sure what he was looking for and it's not like the spells and recipes had detailed descriptions.

Swirling the glowing black contents in the glass flask, Prince Aamon drank the potion and waited.

It was a strange feeling, like a darkness wrapped around his heart, darkening it. An unexplainable wave of anger pulsed through him.

He looked down in surprise when he began to teleport. He was not strong enough yet to fight it. Who was summoning him?

Prince Aamon landed before a large, dark castle. He looked around and saw no path leading away from the imposing sight, so he supposed he was to go seek out the one who'd summoned him.

Entering the front hall, he saw a dark mage. She was reading a book and paid him no mind.

He cleared his throat. "You summoned me?" he asked impatiently. He did not appreciate being ignored. She did not glance up.

Prince Aamon felt his anger boiling. "What do you want of me, witch?" he demanded, barreling towards the throne dais to confront the elderly woman.

"This is the spell you seek. And to cast it, you will need these." she said, handing the prince a box containing disgusting reagents like dragon scales, eyes of newts, and bottles labeled viper essence."

He looked up from the box and glared at her. "Why? Why are you helping me?"

She just smiled. "In due time," she advised him, then flicked her wrist and sent him away.

Jennha Danahar, the Atrociously Evil Witch, cackled at how easily lead the young man was. Pride goeth before the fall. She turned back to her book and studied the changing text. Soon it would be time for her to leave her prison.

With the new spell and reagents, Prince Aamon was ready to test it's effectiveness.

The wolves brought him some test subjects. "What are we doing here?" the man asked, stepping in front of the children. "Why did you bring us here?"

Konrad Whitefang, in his wolf form, took a step forward.

But before the wolf could nip at the bold man's toes, Prince Aamon was cast his spell.

Konrad nodded to the dark mage. "The man and young ones are locked in the room as you asked."

"Thank you for your assistance," Prince Aamon said.

"Why do we help him, he is not our master!" Luna Darkmoon growled under her breath as they walked away from the dark castle.

Her brother nodded his agreement. "We are werewolves, not pets!"

Konrad nodded. "Yes, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend." When the two looked at the leader of the pack questioningly, he added, "We will not be pets forever, my friends."

"What do you think he's going to do to us?" Gretchen asked worriedly, looking around the tower room.

Venkat made a face. "He's probably going to sacrifice us to the Dark King." He turned his head and spit to disguise his fear.

"I doubt it." BJ shook his head. "He probably wants us to clean his house or something."

Gretchen nodded, but still felt anxious. She looked at the man that still lay sleeping across the room from them. "Do you think he's okay?"

The door opened without any fanfare and Prince Aamon walked in. The teens jumped up and huddled in the corner as the prince stepped over the sleeping man to approach them.

He waved his wand and mumbled a few words that the teens couldn't quite hear and then suddenly they felt a strange power coursing through their blood.

"You will be my guests, my acolytes," Prince Aamon explained. "Preparing reagents for spells is draining on me. Your one job while you are here will be to perform that task for me."

The teens were each assigned a room in the tower and shown how to make the reagents Prince Aamon would need to cast his spells. He called them guests and acolytes, but what he really meant was prisoner.

It could be worse though...

In the morning, the teens tried the doors and they opened. In the main castle, they found a large buffet table with a variety of sumptuous foods that seemed to have magically appeared. Venkat greedily grabbed a plate and wolfed it down. As a peasant, he'd never had stuffed turkey before!

They were startled when Prince Aamon appeared before them from thin air. "When you are finished with your meal, come find me in my spell room," he told them, disappearing as quickly as he had arrived.

The teens appetite had waned and they cautiously made their way to the prince's spell room. The eerily found it right away, it was almost as if a magic pulled them nearer.

"Good morning, please, show me the reagents you've prepared for me," he said eagerly.