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THE BARROWLANDER’S FEAST

Issued the 10th of the Grand Harvest, in the Year 162 of the Second Age


 


BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE

 

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    It was one Saint’s Year ago, in the year 110 of this Second Age of the World, that the first foundations of our fair Kingdom were laid. In the shadow-stained, dreary plains which came to be known as the Barrow Marches, the Pendraic Expedition, led by our once King, Númenatâr Foronathor – known then simply as Ser Uther Pendraic – set down the first holdings of a realm that would come to be a Kingdom in its own right in just a few short years’ time. It was in the Barrowlands that our people, Adunian and otherwise, were remade, reforged in the flames of war against the Mori legions and the restless dead alike. And when at last that bastion was abandoned to the torch, from its ashes rose a new people; a new identity; a new Kingdom; Númendil.

 

    Now, half a century later, we yet stand as a stronghold of the Light in an ever-dimming world. Though the evils of the world have darkened our doorstep since first we set foot in these lands, from the minions of the Archdevil, to the Horror-Wraith Delgorthad, to even the conflicts of the recent years, Númendil has endured and remains resolute and unbroken – and GOD willing, we shall endure through many more.

 

With those sentiments in mind, now therefore the following is decreed by the Will of Her Royal Majesty Tar-Caraneth Aryantë;
 

    I. In celebration of our Kingdom’s past, present, and future victories, and to honor our nation’s founders and those others who paved our way, the Barrowlander’s Feast shall be established as a national festival, to be held on a semicentennial basis.

 

    II. The first Barrowlander’s Feast shall be held in the Great Hall of Minas Aranath in the coming Saint’s Day.

 


Personal invitations are directed to:

   The Royal House Arthalionath of Númendil

   His Highness, Leon of the House Barclay of Minitz and his House and citizenry

   His Excellency, Shugo Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure and his citizenry 

 

Formal invitations are directed to:

   All current allies of the Kingdom of Númendil 


OOC:

Sunday January 7, @ 6:00 PM EST

Minas Aranath, Númendil 


BY ORDER OF,

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HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm

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The youngest princess of Númenost narrowed her eyes at the missive, "Maybe Mother will announce it's my birthday too.. Hmm.." Eriantiel set the invitation aside, "Maybe the stars will visit too."

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2 minutes ago, beetle said:

The youngest princess of Númenost narrowed her eyes at the missive, "Maybe Mother will announce it's my birthday too.. Hmm.." Eriantiel set the invitation aside, "Maybe the stars will visit too."

An addendum was quickly published!

 


ADDENDUM

 

    It is also the tenth birthday of Princess Eriantiel of Númenost, and she would appreciate gifts.


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"I miss Barrowton..."
Said Galadain, the Knight-turned-Priest. A single tear shed for the fallen walls, and the fallen comrades.

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"Our GOD is an awesome GOD." The knight said with a smile, reminiscing about the barrows as he prepared for the feast.

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The Shugo of Sakuragakure obtains his invite and sends word to the clans and villagers of the Land of Cherry Blossoms to accompany him to the Midlands.

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