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  1. [Please Do Not Metagame The Following] Peace is what Eriantiel was looking for, instead finding herself at the square of her city amongst the chaos of battle. Númendil guards and knights running towards the towers with their bows as the dark mist grew closer, pouring like never before. She stayed behind, seeking shelter in the tavern. Her hand rested on the hilt of her beloved sword, watching the gatehouse with a nervous glaze. An ‘ame kept her company, conversing over her sword. It didn’t take long for things to turn south as a familiar group of cultists approached, swinging their weapons to those close by. The ‘ame had stood in front of her, shielding her from any attack. But none came their way as he took the Princess’ hand. “Follow me.” And so she did, following right behind him. Confusion had washed over her, why was the elf protecting her? Why was he willing to risk his own life to save her? She knew he wasn’t an ally or family friend of the Royal Family. Then, what was it? The princess looked over her shoulder as the chase began, made up of cultists and Númendil knights. A realization happened, calling out a name to the crowd, “GLYNDWR!” in hopes of him coming to the same conclusion as she did. The endgame was her. Turning the corner brought them to a new location in a blink of an eye, she wasn’t in her Kingdom anymore. It was nothing like her lands, it was something completely unfamiliar; a terror of sorts. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what was next. All the spars and training from the Tar and the Knight Commander meant nothing now. A creature of an exoskeleton structure brought an unforgiving torment to the pair, battering them until they were barely conscious. Then it stopped as if it was alarmed, suddenly dragging them to a bulky heart, holding them down. A radiant beam broke through the hollow, a grand of voices screamed and yelled throughout the empty lands, calling for the Princess. It was her people coming to rescue her. Glyndwr, Idris, Ezequiel, Rowena, Rossiel, Elentirien, Belegorn, Camulos, Baranor and more - her hope. “Eriantiel? May you pray with me?” “I suppose.” The cultists returned, accompanied by more creatures of the hollow. A new battle sparked between the Kingdom and the foe. The princess’ mind screamed for them to stop, but it was never spoken. The creature tossed the ‘ame aside, chaining Eriantiel into iron casts, attached to the front of the core. Blood dripped down from her frame, her head hanging low, barely being able to see any of the commotion happening before her. The cultists began to chant, approaching closer to the royal, beginning their ritual. “Everlasting and Almighty Father, who commandeth the waves, judgeth the dead and forgiveth the penitent, whose name is the most hallowed and most glorified, grant, we beseech Thee, our petitions on this day.” It towered over the Princess, raising it’s blade, striking into her. Agonized cries escaped her, as her breaths came in shallow gasps. She pleaded for the beast to cease the attack, falling on deaf ears. “Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Grant peace in our time and the conversion of all sinners, heretics and heathens.” A light shined through the hollow, portals opening on each side of the beating heart. Armored guards stepped through, running to be of aide. The creature stopped it’s attack, turning it’s focus to the new opponent. With the both forces of the Númendil guards and the Traitors, they went to slaughter the creatures. The Traitors went to retrieve the Princess and the ‘ame, freeing them from the iron shackles. As they approached the portal, the Princess tried to protest as she didn't want to be taken by the Traitors; she wanted to return home. To her family and her people. Her oldest brother, Anorhil, had approached the core, with a sword in hand. Eriantiel extended a weak hand in his direction, hoping he would stop them from taking her. He gave a quick glance to her, no expression. He made his choice. The prince turned his attention back to the heart in front of him, raising his sword, piercing through the organ. “UTÚLIE'N AURĒ!” In an instant, Eriantiel had an epiphany before going through the Traitor's portal, falling into a deep sleep. Her own brother, the one who is supposed to protect her, betrayed her. “Amen.” . . . . “Amen.”
  2. Despite the trouble of the roads, Marisol read the missive without being interrupted. "... Petra still needs you Aimo." The Hyspian knight shook her head, "Damnit."
  3. A DAY OF ACTIVITIES AT THE CHAMBÉRY ❊ PENNED BY ❊ ❊ ON ATSTANA DE REGNE PETRÈRE 113 ❊ As war and its conflict comes to an end, a new beginning arises. Peace and tranquility, celebrating our unity as a community. The River Court wishes to commemorate this new era with a national holiday: Petra’s Beach Spectacular. A day when one heads to the Chambéry with family friends, equipment, and snacks - participating in activities such as boat racing, fishing, and sharing stories over a campfire. GOD Bless the Commonwealth — Ave le Petrère! HER EXCELLENCY, Dame Marisol “The Selfless” Paloma Solís Grand Chamberlaine, Mistress of the Robes, Curator of Jewels of the River Court of the Commonwealth, Head Physician of the Vallagne Medical Society, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Founder of Rosa Dorada, and Protector of the Sun
  4. "GAY RIGHTS! YEAAAAAAAAAAAA!" cheered Marisol.
  5. to my beloved favorites, i appreciate you ALL <3 @Phersades @Tav @Itz_Cookie @StrongBear @ratlordmagic @PufferfishTrash @carebear @Tremerus @Rosey @Destructokeith @Deets @Pepto @Crabby @marslol @envy @AstriaS @BasicDoctor @MissToni @Generi @Fleur___ @Travisty @Maevlin and to the rest of the Númendil + Petra community <3333333333333 (and ig @Spoopy_Duck)
  6. "CALLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- YOU CAN'T RETIRE!" cried Marisol.
  7. i love this smmm - this will make medical and alchemy rp SOOO much easier but i'm curious, will we see this plugin for alchemy potions? especially for non combat potions
  8. sending you flowers rn <3 despite everything, i'm extremely grateful to have met you. you're an amazing friend and i cannot wait to spam you a thousand times just to play two rounds of overwatch take care of yourself man (or else)
  9. that is also true, i just like looking at the entries
  10. Marisol handed her favorite uncle a wine, "You probably need more. Enjoy your retirement, old man."
  11. these events are great but they dont feel very mineman related bring back skin contests plssssss (especially with the theme color to the season, best ones tbh)
  12. gay rights y'all (also i love this post - this was a great read)
  13. CALL FOR A DUEL Issued the 12th of the Snow’s Maiden, in the Year 170 of the Second Age BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE I, Princess Eriantiel Arthalion, challenge Catherine Severa to a duel over her threats and disrespect to the White Throne. Should she fail to accept, she shall be banished from the Kingdom of Númendil until death. Should she accept and win, she shall remain and be forgiven of her crimes. Should she accept and lose, I shall take her hand. @hopey BY ORDER OF, 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 HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Eriantiel Arthalion, Princess of Númenost and Lady of Aran-în-Eryn
  14. A ROYAL STAR'S CELEBRATION Issued the 12th of the Snow’s Maiden, in the Year 170 of the Second Age BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE As the year comes to an end, the Royal House of Arthalionath announces the eighteen nameday of the Royal Princess, Eriantiel Caranethiel Arthalion. A celebration shall be held in front of Minas Aranath, full of activities such as ice skating, snowball fight and painting. Everyone should wear warm clothing, however, to refrain from wearing dark blue. Per the Princess’ request. Gifts are not asked for but appreciated. Personal Invitations Are Directed To: The Royal House Arthalionath of Númendil The Princes of Reinmar, Leon Barclay and Alfred Barclay and their citizenry @BuilderBagel @Gandhi His Excellency, Shugo Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure and his citizenry @Reckless Banzai Screamer Her Royal Highness, Josephine Florentia Alstion @Myochii Her Ladyship, Eyrah Cain @Phersades His Honorable, Glyndwr Glennmaer @Pepto Her Ladyship, Maria Vilac @Generi His Lordship, Ezequiel @Crabby Sheikha Nayla Al-Mona @carebear Tribe of Stroheim Formal Invitations Are Directed To: All the Citizens and Guards of the Kingdom of Númendil His Apostolic Majesty, King John of Aaun and his citizenry @Ramon His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of Hanseti-Ruska and his citizenry @Mio Her Royal Majesty, Queen Catherine of Petra and her citizenry @Zaerie Her Royal Majesty, Queen Sybille of Balian and her citizenry @HIGH_FIRE His Grace, Duke Markus of Adria and his citizenry @Nooblius His Royal Majesty, King Cyris Collingwood of the Halfings and his citizenry @Hearth Tribe of Al-Mona @Chrisoulis777 BY ORDER OF, 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 HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Eriantiel Arthalion, Princess of Númenost and Lady of Aran-în-Eryn
  15. Eriantiel of Númenost sharpened her sword, "This is so on."
  16. "Hm, unfortunate." The princess of Númenost took out her flask, "Perhaps it'll be better now."
  17. Marisol scrunched her nose as she read her son's invitation. "I don't want you associating with them." She folded the letter, "They didn't even invite your sister!" @Tav @annanicole__
  18. "ALEKSIIIII! WE'RE INVITED!" Marisol shoved the invitation in her fiancé's hand. @Phersades
  19. i would like to think it smells like rain especially after days, best smell frfr
  20. "Why didn't my sister write to me? I'm a jeweler!" Marisol scoffed, "I guess I need to make a trip to Balian."
  21. "YEAHHHHHHH!" Eriantiel of Númenost cheered.
  22. "This must be a lie. Right?" Princess of Eriantiel of Númenost commented as she read over the missive. "For once we might have peace. Real peace."
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