The Phoenix's Nest Crumbles

[Lunan_EXE 223]

The Phoenix's Nest Crumbles

Written & Signed Year 224 S.A. on the 18th of The Deep Cold

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I, Chief Estel Clausenharte Foxtrot-Anarórë of Clan Anarórë, hereby pass the mantle of Chief Clan Anarórë on to my most beloved kin Chieftain Iosefka Anarórë of Grenzstadt including any involved lands, properties, or titles.
Clan Anarórë will remain within the Kingdom of Norland’s borders and retain its status as a clan of the Kingdom of Norland despite its passing of leadership.

~ Chief Estel Clausenharte Foxtrot-Anarórë

Chief of Clan Anarórë, Heiress of Clan Foxtrot, Aunt of Many Greats, (Proudly) Io’s Great-Aunt

In the 22nd year of the Second Age I took my first steps upon Norlandic soil. I was merely nineteen then, and I was afraid of my own shadow, but nonetheless I was fostered by the Kingdom of Norland, and it soon became my home. Now, two centuries later, I stand upon Norlandic soil and it sickens me. The crops have been spoiled, the people around me stand hateful and cruel, and the crown sits upon the brow of a court jester whose jokes are puppeteer by a clown.

Where is the Norland I spent over one-hundred years fighting for? Where is the nation my friends and companions died on the frontlines protecting? Where is the Norland that stood kind to any stranger that wandered into its tavern? It is dead, and it died in the hands of a rabbit trapped in the throat of a snake.

  I am leaving Norland, and I take with me nothing but my own bones and flesh. To abandon my family in this manner is already cruel, but what would be crueler would be to uproot my entire lineage. This mercy is my last act as chief.

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[OOC]

Spoiler

Short but not sweet, get mad if you want, a couple of you already are. Estel wasn't kidding about 200 years, I've spent the past 4 years of my actual life as part of this community, and it's sad to leave. Thank you to everyone who encouraged and helped me, and thank you to everyone that was a friend. I am not burning any bridges and Estel will still be contactable, but as it stands Norland's community OOC is not safe for me to be around, so I am leaving permanently for the sake of my mental health. Bye-bye

 

[sam33497 7356]

7 hours ago, Lunan_EXE said:

the crown sits upon the brow of a court jester whose jokes are puppeteer by a clown.

 

Siön Marsyr, a student of Haakon of Norland, read the following. It severely clashed with his understanding of things, as he had only seen Haakon be visited by prophets and overcome legendary quantities of enemies in battle while leading the same. He didn't understand how a people conventionally understood as tough and militaristic could dislike a king who displays such natural ability to lead and aptitude to dominate the world stage . He considered sending Estel hatemail, but understood the lack of substance of such an insult and the reality of more important things to work on and dismissed the missive.

[Myrthe 273]

Astrid, Estels 'favorite'  would read the missive as she climbed out a tree the woman had slept in. "oh..." She had let out before she went to look for her mother. 

[_pr0fit 3084]

A rigid construct slowly ambulates about, focusing and unfocusing its ocular modules before finally resting on a comfortable setting for reading "What- goes on in nnnnnnnnnnooooorland." the vocalizer module pours out, the construct not quite used to its own voice quite yet.

 

Spoiler

I truly apologize for what you went through, I know that I wasn't responsible for the unsafe environment, but I want to express my regret regardless that you went through that. We should never be forced to be in an environment in which we do not feel safe, and I apologize on behalf of Dahstalker for belittling what seems pretty clear as a traumatic experience.