A grand feast

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Invitations are sent across Oren, to all the noble of all the lands of a feast

Dear noble sir and madam,

You are codially invited to a grand feast in Mireton, within the duchy of Pruvia. You are to be accompanied by an entourage of your choosing, and shall dress in formal fashion, or in items of extreme importance or renown.

It shall be a feast of a week long, where you can come and go as you please. The town shall be decorated and lodging is set up for each and all.

Events of the feast are:

*Nightly feasts

*Music of varying sorts

*Jesters about the town performing

*Sight seeing around the town and area

Upon arrival, proceed to the dining hall for supper, where a herald shall announce you

Sincerely yours,

Prince Patrick Horen, Duke of Pruvia

Upon arrival you see the town is decorated in a lively fashion and there is laughing and joy among the common folk, who are enjoying the town

Guards patrol in a cheery manner, more of strolling as there isn't much to worry of during this time

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Patrick Horen sits at the head of the table, his friend and sergeant Mikhael sitting on his right, with Connow his mayor on his left

Patrick smiles at each of the nobles as they enter, the seats closest to him besides those taken by his sergeant and mayor, are reserved for Elendils, Ishikawas, Horens, and Tarus

Plates and cups are set at the greats table, only for the nobility to sit while there are other smaller tables about for the entourage of the nobility to sit if they wish

[ayresalex 517]

Mikhael sips from his mug as he gazes at the newcomers, his eyes are cold and calculating, assessing their postures, attitudes, and stance. He recognizes a few of the men, especially the Elendils. He keeps quiet, focused, and ready to speak.

[Skippy 2466]

A peasant runs away screaming with his hands flying everywhere.

"Prepare for all of Oren to invade Mireton!"

[higgsyy 104]

~music only relevant to about 45 seconds in~

Off in the distance, a large crowd of people can be seen. There is a fat figure in front, mounted on what looks to be a horse. Others are on mounts, but most are travelling by foot. You cant make out what race they are yet. As they approach, you then realise they are orcs. You see an old looking fat orc covered in scars. He wears a lavish set of armour, christened with dents and bone ornates at the joints. He is surrounded by grunts, runts and other orcs, some important some not. As he dismounts, he attaches his shorthammer. He walks in with a trail of orcs behind him. He holds only a wooden spear covered in blood. The crowd of hungry orcs head off to a table in the corner, beginning to rampage the food placed out. After about five minutes laughter cursing and orcish speech can be heard. A thing layer of green haze surrounds them from the smoked cactus green.

((Any other orc wishing to rp can either have entered with this group or make their own dramatic entrance.))

[Ghazkull'Braduk 25]

Ghazkull dismounts his rhinoceros following his older brother into the feasting area. He sits down at the table putting his feet up eating drinking and smoking with the other orcs.

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Artorus rides into Mireton atop a black courser with white streaks on it's face. Beside him ride his son's and grand children. "Your Grace, we ha-Mikhael?"

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick orders fine meats of the freshest animals to be served goths Orcs

Some is raw, others cooked and pitchers of blood and ale are set before them

The waiters sweat but remain outwardly calm despite utter fear that is seen in their eyes

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Meanwhile Patrick smiles at Artorus, indicating he sit, then he hears his uncle utter his sergeants name

"Uncle, are you two previously acquainted in some way unknown to me?"

He folds his arms and rests his chin on his clapped hands, elbows on the table

"Do sit and tell"

[higgsyy 104]

Watches the waiters gently put the plates of food down. He grabs a large handful of raw meat and stuff it in his mouth. He chews with his mouth open, pieces of half eaten meat fall down onto his chest plate.

"Ukke, gud. Nuw pizz da skah uff."

[Mingpow321 285]

Gorbo growls at one of the waiters as he stands at the foot of the orc table, trying to get their attention.

"Git mi pilluws tu sid un... Latz chairs am nub tall enuff..."

Gesturing to his smaller stature, Gorbo stands sneering at the waiter.

[xFrozt 14]

*Aldrin arrives at Mireton with his donkey and dismounts it. He looks around the crowd as they enjoy their time and finds the closest tree to sit beside*

Aldrin mummers "What a beautiful feast we have here. Good way to promote the city and make it more lively eh?"

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Artorus seats himself next to the right of Patrick "Mikhael was a serjeant in my Bannermen...was...until he went missing." He leans in and whispers to Patrick "He is an oathbreaker..."

[Snake Plissken 637]

Not being in a stable enough mental condition to be left alone in Winterhall, Thorenir accompanies his brother and other family members to Mireton. As his brother takes a seat at the table next to Patrick, he takes his own seat next to Artorus before proceeding to stare off into the distance, a blank and absent look upon his face.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* Lord High Sheriff Kais Ishikawa rides towards Mireton after a day of policing the streets of Oren, he had captured a man with half a pound of Cactus green and he had crashed a wagon into the offenders house and it blew up. Kais draws near to Mirton and see's Patricks grand palace and rides towards the keep and dismounts his horse and enters the keep to greet Patrick and Axl

"Patrick, good to see you"

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Patrick gives a friendly wave to Shaister and indicated him sit

He then leans to Axland whispers

"He doesn't seem like it to me... He has recruited many men and has been loyal for quite a while. Maybe he thought he was unneeded in Ildon"

He gives a shrug to his uncle and has a waiter pour some wine into glasses for the Elendils and then another get Gorbo a bunch of pillows