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".

Ser Arathor of Númenost, after declaring Caius' passing to his people, would kneel before the holy tree of Calahdril, and offer up a prayer for his soul.

Issued the 15th of the Sun’s Smile, in the Year 188 of the Second Age https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4s2gNErMozc BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE After over a decade of courtship, the time has come that Prince Arathor Erenion Caranethion and his betrothed, the Lady Enid Eyrah Cain be joined in matrimony. The houses and common folk of the Númenedain are thus invited to the White City of Númenost, to partake in ceremony and celebration. Following the ceremony, which shall be held beneath the white tree of Calahdril, the attendees will be invited to partake in a feast, which shall be held in the local tavern, where they may enjoy music, merriment, complimentary food and drink paid for by the Crown, and a drinking competition. As a final note: In terms of gift-giving, unlike at his twin brother’s wedding six years prior, Prince Arathor in particular will happily accept Swords. OOC: Wednesday 10th of July, 6:30 pm EST. Personal Invitations Are Directed To: The Royal House Arthalionath of Númendil @AstriaS @SimplySeo@hermes @beetle @Nooblius The House Marsyr of Cartref Mor @DAENGIE @Demented_Delila The House Glennmer of Garenbrig @Pepto The House O’Rourke of Al’Ildic @Cally @Bones The House Sarkozic of Adria @Titanium430 The Baron House of Stroheim @Shadow2k His Holiness, High Pontiff Caius I of the Church of the Canon @MadOne Her Royal Majesty, Adalia I of the Petra and their citizenry @mothsthetic His Royal & Apostolic Majesty, Charles II of Aaun and their citizenry @Olox_ The Princes in Reinmar, Alfred Barclay and Leon Barclay and their citizenry @Gandhi @BuilderBagel His Excellency, Shugo Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure and their citizenry @Reckless Banzai Screamer Her Royal Highness, Dame Rowena Ivanna of the Petra @carebear His Honorable, Sir Atticus Abraham Reinhold of Anairgrid @Hom His Lordship, Wilhelm @BoyWonderr His Lordship, Ser Raug Ruthron @VoidDimensions Camulos G. Brúnor @Crwys Honma Monjaro @Benleft Jenny @milksoda Formal Invitations Are Directed To: The Guildmaster and Members of the Paradisian Adventurer’s Guild @Balthasar His Royal Majesty, Alexandros II of Balian and their citizenry @Harald Her Royal Highness, Ramona I of Hyspia and their citizenry @_mady07 His Grand Majesty, Ulfar I of Urguan and their citizenry @Papa Rock Her Excellency, Highkeeper Ellenore Eirkisson of Norland and her citizenry @Elennanore BY ORDER OF, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Arathor Erenion Caranethion of the Royal House Arthalionath, Prince of the Númenaranyë, Ranger of the Aran-în-Eryn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm.

The Youngest Son had only just returned from a quest, the warhead of his father's hammer Domitor still stained with the blood of the villainous. He had not seen his father for some time, and had hoped to see him that day on his quest, to tell the old man of his works and deeds; to tell him he had a new granddaughter. The letter struck harder than any hammer, and cut deeper than any blade. He had long expected his father would someday pass, but now? When so much good had been done, and there was so much to talk about. Arathor thus secluded himself deep within castle walls. And there, he stared at the hammer in his lap. His father's hammer, he had always called it so. But now it was his father's no longer. His final gift unto his son. "He... He was proud of me... He had to be. Right?"

This actually ain't that bad at all, I'd take a bite out of this

Arathor paces back and forth for some time following his wakening. He betrays little emotion in public, but in the privacy of his room in whatever dingy inn he finds himself, his distress is plain. Eventually, after about an hours silent pacing, he sits on the edge of his cot, rubbing his face, and repeating to himself: "One thing at a time... One thing at a time."

"Arnie's never going to let me live this one down." Remarks the Prince Arathor, another Knight of Númendil, whom appears to have been overlooked.

But in all seriousness, please fix goddamn ranged weapons my Rangers are suffering.

Prince Arathor of Númenost stands silently in the palace corridors. He listens as the Heartlander royals converse, and his own voice does come from his mouth as he offers advice, condolences, and affirmations. But it's all a bit numb. His mind is aflame, aflame as he ponders what is to come. What will become of this fine Kingdom? What will become of the girl he's sworn to mentor, crown upon her head? "Whatever is to come." He affirms to himself in silence, "I will do what I can for them. For the lass."

**** it sure Arathor - Youngest son of the Queen of Numendil, a Templar and Ranger who spent his formative years fighting shadow cultists and being traumatized by an eldritch forest monster. He currently travels the world seeking monsters to slay, righteous wars to fight and overall knightly ordeals (might be a bit war-addicted tbh). He's callous, blunt and not very nice, but is a kind man at heart.