TN_TURKEY

I am quite fond of the gays

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lm4LYX3xdkU&ab_channel=Yefers

Might as well do this out of courtesy. It's no secret I've been taking multiple long haituses these past months. And I've since realized this one is permanent. I won't launch into any lengthy explanations, and I have no drama to divulge. I simply have realized that my time has come to turn the page and move along. So this is my official goodbye. I've been on and off this server for a good number of years. I've witnessed some despicable things, and some wonderful things. I've had panic attacks over this server, and I've met some my closest and dearest friends on it. This collective creative project of ours has been the most infuriating, magnificent place of stupidity and creativity I have encountered on the interwebs. I have made many memories, and I can safely say my experiences here have not only matured me into a halfway decent-functioning man, but it has also cemented my unending love of storytelling until the day I die. I don't need to go into a long list of thank-you's. Those of you whom I cherish, you already know who you are, and you'll see me around. As for the rest of you, may your lives be rich, and may your chosen gods keep you. I wish you all a very fine evening. Farewell and godspeed. ~Turkey.

Arathor had returned to his chambers in high spirits that evening. It had been a good day, a quiet day, devoid of troubles, full to the brim with simple joys. He was in a good mood, happy even. Smiling. He finds a copy of the missive waiting for him at his desk. The smile fades.

The Grey Prince's twin brother leans over to peer at the missive as Aranuir departs the chamber. There is a long moment's silence. "... Huh?"

This feels targeted.

Arathor Arthalion's eyes widen further and further the more he reads. "By the Creator I didn't even know half these houses existed. Heledd you are thorough."

Prince Arathor of Númenost drums his fist upon the table in jubilation upon reading the missive "That's what I'm bloody well on about!"

"I'm not cleaning that up," the Crown Prince's youngest brother Arathor laments the spilled ink.

"I'll miss you big guy..." Prince Arathor would lament, as he retired to smoke some cactus green in honor of the Orkish knight.

Arathor would remain aloof for some days following the battle and the Shugo's sacrifice, reflecting on the loss of yet another man he would consider to be "one of the greats".