A grand feast

[Mingpow321 285]

Gorbo nods his head as the waiter brings him some pillows and sets them on the chair, he quickly climbs up to the top of the pile of pillows and takes a seat. As Gorbo notices all of the food set before him he begins to stuff his face, one drumstick in each hand.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* Kais moves to sit down where he is to be seated

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll rode at the back of his grandfather's entourage with the lowly men-at-arms and the few rich rich countrymen of Ildon. He rode on his black Andalunian to the stables, paying a few copper coins to keep him safe, and enters a nearby tavern on the streets of Mireton wearing a dark navy gamebeson with dark grey woolen breeches, and his bastard sword through his leather belt.

*He now walks towards the grand hall to where he hears boisterous laughing and loud music, just what he wanted. He glares at some Orcs with his steel coloured eyes, wandering why they are here, and sweeps his dark wavy hair to the side, wanting to look more presentable. He enters the hall, and cannot make his mind up whether to shame the Elendils with his bastard presence or sit on a small table. Argyll stands there perplexed until a herald taps him on the back to ask for his name*

"Argyll Ilych...Bastard of Harrion Elendil..." He mumbles.

[Goldd 126]

*Elizabeth comes to the Feast her mother behind her. She smiles at the people and takes a seat on the far left of the table. The girl is now wearing a blue dress of the same kind, as the one at the ball. Her silver eyes, the same as always, beautiful and intriguing. Her hair is let loose and nothing special is done to it making it pretty in a simplistic way. Lilibeth wears the ring Patrick gave her and in her pocket is the diamond Derrek gave her that she never lets go of. She looks at the food thinking that it looks decent enough.*

*The Herald announces a name loudly as she walks to the table*

"Elizabeth Silverblade!"

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Artorus looks at Argyll and laughs "Argyll, say it proudly! You are an Elendil in blood, name does not matter while you are with your family."

He looks at Patrick and says quietly "We'll talk about Mikhael later..."

Artorus waves Argyll over.

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll meekly steps to the high table, sitting close to his family, trying to ignore the eyes looking at him in the modest hall*

*Argyll takes a duck leg from a nearby plate and picks at it, slowly chewing it. Argyll puts his duck down and pours himself a small goblet of mild wine, lifting it up to the Prince Patrick, and taking a sip before asking "How fares you, Prince?" *

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

Adeodatus I sits quietly in his home, he looks over some documents and begins jotting notes down. As he writes he hears a knock on the door and he says "Come in!" A courier steps into the room holding a letter. The courier looks at Adeodatus and says "A letter has come for you, your Holiness, it is from Mireton." Adeodatus nods and takes the letter. He opens it up with a small letter opener and begins reading it quietly to himself. "Dear sir or madam... invited... feast in Mireton... Patrick.." Adeodatus scoffs and throws the letter into the near by fireplace.

He grumbles "Bah.. I would never attend this fools feast, a feast of fools.... of idiots, or maybe that's just Patrick.." Adeodatus I grunts, eats some soup and goes back to work.

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick Denims enters the feasting room and takes the chair of honor next to his godson. "Thank you for inviting me your highness, I hope this will be better then Lord Therving's feast."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick stands up at the head of the table, holding a goblet of wine, addressing the gathering of nobles

"Friends, allies, acquaintances, and well, anyone who came really"

He gives a smiles to the assembled crowd

"I hold this grand feast to celebrate the revival of Mireton, and the duchy of Pruvia. But it has much more significant meaning than that, we get a whole week of relax, fun, and general communication in these dark times."

He pauses a moment then continues

"Now come, let us talk, eat, and drink again like we used to, when we had little worries."

He smiles again

"Now a toast, To Oren, and the Emperor!" he raises his glass

~~~~~~~

As the toasts sound, waiters lay out massive platters of food

There is food you have never even seen before it is so exotic, things from the East, old classics, new delicacies and everything in between

~~~~~~

The finest Orcish cuisine is brought to the Orcs for them to enjoy, they know what it is...

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* Kais raises his glass as Patrick does

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Tarus went over to the rookery in Gustavold, a thin old man in a robe with the hood past his eyes turned to the door.

"Duke Tarus? Pardon my eyes your grace but I can't see like I used too..."

Eze'kiel stretched out his arms, skyward, the Mage's robe he wore stretched out a bit with him and the knives on his belt rattled,

"That's fine mate, ye' said ye' 'ad a letter for me?"

The old man bowed his head slightly, the old figure went to stand from the wooden chair. The bird looked at the man while he creaked like old machinery as he stood, something popped, no doubt a side effect of age, and he groaned. Eze'kiel moved over and took hold of his shoulder's and eased him down.

"Don't bother standin' ol' man. I gotche."

The old man sighed hopelessly and handed the letter to Eze'kiel who stepped back and read the invitation. He sighed... another party. Maybe Ryder'll want to go? he thought. Then again, once you've been to one party... you've been to them all.

[ayresalex 517]

Mikhael remains silent all through the jumble. He hears his name every now ad then through the exchange of Alexander and Elendil. He cared not for their dispute, Elendil never provided a uniform, bunk, food, and minas. By all rights he could've left as soon as his first payment was due. He dismisses the thought as Alexander toasts the Emperor, and raises his chalice in due.

[higgsyy 104]

Mokrag stands up raising his mug of mixed blood and ale, clearly drunk. "AGH TU DA URUKZ!!!"

[Snake Plissken 637]

Mikhael remains silent all through the jumble. He hears his name every now ad then through the exchange of Alexander and Elendil. He cared not for their dispute, Elendil never provided a uniform, bunk, food, and minas. By all rights he could've left as soon as his first payment was due. He dismisses the thought as Alexander toasts the Emperor, and raises his chalice in due.

((Where you say Alexander, I believe you mean Patrick...))

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.