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The Prince's Feast

Page history last edited by rgs 14 years, 5 months ago

Announcement: Whirlpool shouts, "Okay, folks! Feel free to start trickling IC to the Myrrish Camp. Summons are available should you want one. :)"

JUDGE: Whirlpool summons you away.

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 Soldiers. Ferriers. More soldiers. Cooks. Cavalrymen (and cavalrywomen). Healers. Officers. All these and more bustle through the neatly-pitched sea of tents that make up the Myrrish camp, no matter the time of day or night. At night, firelight flickers off the tents and lengthens peoples' shadows.

An herbal scent comes from a large group of tents off to the side, nearest the front lines--these tents an an appropriated farmhouse make up the field hospital, where the wounded are brought. A neat graveyard stands behind the field hospital--a few men are almost always on duty digging new graves.

Nearby, an entire (albeit quite small) town has been appropriated for officer's quarters and Myrrish war business--the smithy in particular is certainly making money. The only tavern in the tiny town, the Blushing Rosalia, is something of a gathering place for officers and adventurers.

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 Chandrakanta Dredlocked Veyshanti Averite with ink and blades. 1m 5h

 Darshan Mechagodzilla 21s 1h

 Whirlpool 0s 3d

 Calamity Oh. It's just a cosmic catastrophe. Move along. 17s 19h

 Chiddle Dark haired gnome dressed in in Artificer's garb. 15s 13h

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Blushing Rosalia <BR> The Front Lines <TFL>  

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Arianwen has arrived

Ionus has arrived.

Ionus has left.

Ionus has arrived.

Riluna has arrived.

Xander has arrived.

Marion has arrived.

"Oh, no you don't. You were part of the battle for the towers, weren't you?" An officer is steering Arianwen back towards the gatherings around the many, many feast tables that've been set up in the Myrrish Camp. While the damage from the earthquakes was extensive, the camp is the first place that's more or less being dug out and the smell of food roasting on bonfires is enough to temporarily dispel the stench of death that hangs over the battlefield in these days after the Fall of Gettys 

 Indeed, with Gettys having fallen and while there's much work left to be done to get the army moving again, the Prince has declared a victory banquet should be held and the last few days have been spent busily working on making that happen. Vast stores of food brought in by airships have been distributed to the men, restoring lost color to them once more. The Myrrish and Alexandrians have nothing if not vast quantities of supplies to draw from 

 There are soldiers everywhere and all of them look tired, but relieved. Officers tables and the tables of common soldiers alike are filled with jubilant faces and the Prince himself, still flanked by numerous guards, moves amongst them, offering greetings and well wishings. It is said that upon his return to the camp, he hasn't left the surgeon's tents but a few times, thanking those men who've given blood and limbs in the pursuit of the liberation of Sendor. 

 The food no doubt smells miraculous to one and all. Cooks from various nations have been brought in to create a truly exquisite blend of foods. Boars have been slaughtered as have cattle and lambs. Indeed, a new shipment of cattle was brought to the front just earlier today, having been steered there, and having already been slaughtered for their meat to finish the preperations 

 This will be a feast like no other that has been witnessed in recent memory.

"... no, you canna be goin' off to the Fort to see what's still to be found from the occupyin' forces. An' no, you aren't goin' to go be joinin' any of the units here. I don't /care/ if you're older than me, Bo. You do, an' Unca Jesser will be provin' he's older than /you/ an' drag you back home bare-arsed an' gatherin' splinters..." a rather short human girl can be heard berating a rather taller young man garbed in clothing more suited to the Acadamy (well, maybe the floor scrubbers) than helping with a cattle run. "'sides. You can't even cast a spell yet!" Men. Can't live with them, can't make useful.

At least Chandra is no longer moping around clutching a folded scarf. The Veyshanti looks as if she's still not slept a wink since making it back from Gettys. Even with all the tea the Altheans have forced her to drink. The strong juniper scent of the medicinal balms is like a halo of odor around her, keeping all but a brave few at a distance. Someone really should have told her to find a bath before showing up, or maybe someone did and she ignored them.

Chiddle makes his way into the area, he walks with a slighty limp, thanks to the wounds he suffered during the assault on Fort Gettys, and a few new scars, and possibly a missing tooth, but he is mostly intact. It's not hard to locate the feast, considering it takes up such a sizeable portion of the camp, so it's no surprise he eventually makes it here.

Arianwen is duly steered towards the site of much merriment and revelry, and has the good enough grace to softly thank her erstwhile 'escort' before moving off into the crowd, looking for a friendly face. She's left her gray cloak behind, in a tent somewhere; there'll be no sulking under the shadows of her cowl tonight. She seems... relieved, but exhausted. And armed. This may be a revel, in the aftermath of a huge explosion, but she wouldn't put it past the Bludgun to trick out some mecha-moles. Moles ALWAYS have the element of surprise. Untrustworthy creatures. The elf finally spots Chiddle, and heads his direction.

Horray! Victory feast good! As long as all food is handled in a sanitary manner and at the proper temperature. Nothing ruins a night after like spending an eve atop the throne of knowledge beseeching the gods for the wisdom of proper diet and sobriety. Riluna has made it. Hardly the tallest elf ever, but she seems pretty good at meandering and crowd surfing. ...even if she has no idea where she's surfing too. "Oooooo." Yes, Ooooooo. Truly eloquent, this expression of wonder and - oh snap, food! And people! She's a little overwhelmed, trying to teach a parrot quantum physics this.

Ionus barely registers the various officers. No, he's here for the FOOD which he gleefully piles onto a plate as he makes his way down the table pausing to wave to familiar faces -- happy to see them until he's standing beside Chandra , holding a plate so filled with food that it's just below his chin -- despite holding the plate in front of his chest. "Hello friend, it is good to see you again."

Chandrakanta glances up at the monk, "Brother Ionus, good to see you." The words are barely warm, the energy for even those she knows is hard to muster. She looks around a bit, "Glad to see you made it thru the battle."

Unlike so very many, Xander does not seem all too interested in the delicious food nor drinks set out. Hands folded behind his back, he strides through the crowd, stopping every once in a while to converse briefly with an individual or two, pass out pleasant nods here and there and everywhere. He's been at that for a while. He himself seems to've mostly recovered from the battle, at least in the physical sense.

About to get more backtalk from her much taller cousin, Marion holds up a hand. "Nope, not another word. 'Sides - they said we could be joinin' the feast - if you keep on arguin', the food will be all gone a'fore you're knowin' it. Now git, so I can get somethin' too..." The mention of food does what it always does to young males - instantly distracts and knocks out his contrariness. At least long enough for the girl to get her own plate to fill.

Chiddle glances up towards Arianwen, recognizing her from the assault, and he offers the elven woman a nod of his head, and that's about it by way of greeting. She's not the msot talkative person he's ever met, and he's not in a massively talkative mood. "The food smells good." he eventually offers.

"But Marion! I *am* older than you!" Bo complains to her. Endlessly. No doubt poor, beleaguered Marion has been dealing with this the whole trip out to the front lines with the cattle. "At least *Lado* listens," he complains to her. 

 Preperations are nearing completion for the feast proper, of course, and people are being shown to their seats. Alexandrians and Myrrish are mixed together rather than seperated, as 'everyone shares in the greatness of this victory' is the official word. A man in a cook's apron gives Chandrakanta a friendly wave, veyshanti himself, it'd seem. 

 Bo spots Xander and waves at him frantically, "Oh, Master Blackrose! I have a question about," he pauses, then says, very carefully, "mana particulates free floatin in the Sea and their necessity in the creation of Magus Points'?" Apparently, someone doesn't have a good idea of when appropriate times for academic questions are. 

 Two gnomes, arguing with each other, make their way towards a table to have a seat on the chairs provided for the smaller races. 

 "..no, we are *not* producing anything for the feast, Fythe." "But Brundle! I have a terrific idea!" "Not *now*! The Prince is here!" "That's why!" "No!"

It's a little overwhelming. Riluna's eyes are wide and she manages to find a plate. Horray! This one looks appropriately clean. Smiling, regardless of looking like she's just been dunked in ice water - Riluna manages to make her way to the food and perhaps find someone who doesn't seem to already be engaged in conversation. The arguing gnomes provoke an even bigger smile. "Hee." Wait, where is she going? Now it's time to do an impression of a moth trying to decide between which light to thwap itself into. Bonk bonk -... b'donk. Stare.

Srassha smells the food. Her great head has the look of winning the lottery, and her rider stands to the side, dwarfed but smiling. His looks tired, satisfied, and he wears the livery of his House, in blue and silver trim in lieu of armor and metal. He takes a step back to the side, quiet, as drool oozes down from Srassha's muzzle, and looks to her quietly. By her disappointed, sudden puppy-dog expression, it's likely: you have to wait outside.

"They're burning it," Arianwen observes with polite dislike, as she watches one of the boars turn on its spit over the fire. Her stomach rumbles, though, betraying her heart, cooked or not. She looks like it's been too long since her last big meal. Her gaze flickers over Xander and his accosting student, then back to Chiddle. "Shall we sit?"

Chandrakanta lifts a hand to wave to the cook, "There may be some of my home cuisine, Ionus, you should try real Veyshanti food if you have no tried it before." This seems to lift her mood a little, "And there is Blackrose, I need to see him about.. a bard." Just what the Warmage knows about bards is a curiosity if anything, "but I will wait until he is less busy. I wonder if there is roasted goat.." She's noticed the other meats, but not that classic dish from Veyshan.

Ionus blinks and nods to Chandra then turns to take notice of the aproned Veyshanti, because there's you know -- more food to sample. Pity he's failed to notice who all is in attendance.

"I shall be happy to answer any such questions you have on the morrow." Xander replies, pleasantly, halting his stride to address Bo. Indeed - so not the right time to discuss magical theory. "If it's something short, however, I may be able to clarify it - but likely, such a subject will deserve a more detailed answer." Maybe it's a yes/no question? Those might be okay!

Chiddle smirks and says, "Used to your food still trying to escape when you eat it?" he asks, and his nose twitches. "Smells like Veyshan spices. I frit tried this excelent food 'kebab' at that party at Lady Sandiel's manor. You should try it." he says to Arianwen. Seems he's a little more talkative now that she's spoken up. "Ah, so. We've taken the fort, although it's not much of a fort anymore. Will you be pushing forwards with the army when they move again?" He asks.

"Lado is a goat, Bo! A very intelligent goat, a'course, but still a goat! She ain't carin' what you're sayin' as long as she can grab a bite to eat in the meanti... no! You're gonna be lettin' the poor man eat. This is a /party/ meal. Be as annoyin' as a gnat on a r....well, never mind that," Marion scolds, yet some more, before shaking her head up at 'Master Blackrose'. "Sorry about that, sir. M'cousin was dropped on his head a few too many times when we were growin' up."

Arianwen's smile doesn't reach her mouth, but it warms her eyes. "Of course not, but I'm used to food with its blood still warm from the hunt." She inhales deeply, and seems to like what spices are in the air. At the very least, they're intriguing. "Yes. And you?"

"Rhuuuuh..." Srassha looks on, heartbroken, as she's left behind. Her head droops, almost to her feet. Darshan looks back at her, then appears to steel himself, and walk inside and towards the table, the food...he stops just inside to admire it, before heading towards Xander. His look overall's quiet, sad, satisfied. "...I see they patched you up, already?" suggested.

It takes a bit to get used to it all. Riluna holds her plate close, eyes wide and looking around. Man, she could just people watch! But that's no fun! Instead, Riluna has chosen to wander towards the gnomes chatting about. Then stops. Wait. Hmmm. "Um. Hi." Yeah, smooth operator!

Chiddle nods his head. "I think so. I've learned a great deal so far, the war has taught me a lot. My artifice has come along in leaps and bounds, and I've learned a lot about myself. Become more potent." He explains to her then. "I want to see this war through to the end, if nothing else, it will present me many more live targets to hone my craft against."

"At least he listens, Marion!" Bo seems hurt by Marion's words and then he gives Blackrose a somewhat shy expression, "Well, I was just confused about one part of it. It, uh, can wait." Whne he says 'one part' he probably means 'all parts'. He's just trying to show off to his cousin to prove he wasn't dropped on the head too many times as a child 

 Brundle and Fythe get comfortable in theri chairs, which spontaneously seem to have developed spaces on either side of them 

 The cook, the Veyshan one, spots Riluna and says, "You there! Come here!" He holds out a piece of meat on a stick to her. "Would you try this? I simply must know how it tastes to an elven palate."

"T'is no bother at all." Xander - or Master Blackrose, however one prefers - speaks to Marion, a hand gesturing a gentle negative. He doesn't seem to overly mind, indeed, or else is good at acting. Or both. As the lizardman approaches, he lifts his head, nodding him a greeting. "Flesh heals easily enough." he replies to Darshan. Other things... not so simple.

"I just want it to end as quickly as possible," Arianwen replies to Chiddle, an eyebrow raising a little at his comment -- and drooping at the sound of Srassha's sadness, which she picks up clearly. Awww. Poor, uninvited Fiercest Jungle Princess. She'll have to sneak out some meat for the swiftclaw.

Chandrakanta begins to lead the way over to the cook, "So, which of my Uncle's sent you?" She seems very familiar with the cook from Veyshan. Sure enough there are goats being roasted where the chef from Veyshan is cooking, it scent at they get closer is the combination of cinnamon, sumac and apricots. She waits for an answer as the chef starts offering food to elves.

"Yes," simply. Darshan looks up. And--a smile touches the edges of the muzzle at the sight of the farmer. His tail sways quietly behind him, and he nods, "It's good to see you," solemn. "It's been a while, one believes." He glances towards Arianwen, but the focus at the moment is the small group of mage and farmer. At the entryway, Srassha looks on with eyes filled with the World's Greatest Sadness. There are likely tears.

It's meat! On a stick! We like meat! We like sticks! We MUST like meat on sticks? Riluna blinks as the Veyshan cook spots her. She wanders over with a smile to the fellow. "Sure!" She likes helping! And ... meat on sticks. This is an efficient, pleasing combination of tasks. "I'd be honored to," A smile and she'll cautiously try it. Nom! Hmmm. Chew slowly and -- It's like when someone loses their bikini top in a pool. There's a loooooong moment of realization. Her tastebuds begin to try to punch the top of her mouth in a vain attempt to avenge themselves as they seem to be set on fire. Her eyes are wide. Then watery. Swallow. "It's g-great. Spicey." Wheeze.

Marion just frowns at her cousin, then gives a deep sigh, "... She, Bo. An' tell you what. When we get back to the city, why don't you show me an' Lado what you've learned. I promise I won't run away." There is a pause, then she adds, "Unless the area tries to blow up." Unspoken is the reason why. When the Magus doesn't seem offended with the question, the girl grins a bit crooked, then tells her cousin. "'m gonna see if there is any fried pig tails. I'll split them with you, if there are, kay?" A peace offering, of sorts. Darshan gets a blink, then a sudden grin appears. "Master... Darsh, was it? Aye, I've been helpin' with the Market durin' most everything - my skills bein' less than useful during all the excitement - but a cattle run is easypeasy. Glad to be seein' you in one piece."

"..hmm, a little underspiced, I think," says the cook after examining Riluna's reaction for a moment. He slides her over a pitcher of water with which to drown her agony 

 Bo gives Marion a *glare*. ".. I know it's a she! I just misspoke is all! And FINE." He sniffs, then begins to make his way out towards the other tables, briefly seperating from Marion for now to get himself some food and settled at a table 

 Things are beginning to get settled and judging from the Prince's demeanor, it seems like he's preparing to give a few words himself.

Chiddle nods his head, "Yes, of course. It's a terrible situation. But, I've always believed in making the best of any situation, good or bad." He comments then. Apparently rather unscrupulous this one! "And there are few better times to develop weapons of war, than during a full fledged war." he explains. "In fact, a suitibly powerful weapon has the potential to stop, or even prevent wards without even being used. It's a theory I was contemplating all day yesterday, while the preists were fixing my hearing. If the consequences of war are so terrible that the ends don't justify the means, people won't be as ready to start wars anymore." a pause, "of course. People aren't always rational, so it'll never be much more than a theory."

Arianwen listens intently to Chiddle while watching Riluna. "Sometimes what's rational isn't what's best," she murmurs. "Scuse me." She pads over to stand beside Riluna. Wordlessly she hands the other elf an edible-looking leaf. Perhaps it's meant to take off the sting.

"Your uncle Abran sent me, Chandra. It is good to see you too," he adds, shaking his head at Chandrakanta. The cook does, that is. "HE offered my services to the Prince here tonight for the Feast. It is quite an honor, actually. I hope that he likes what I have prepared." T

Darshan jerks slightly--surprise? "Mrm...one's glad to be in one piece. I'm glad the run went well. You--this is from you?" he gestures with a lift of his head towards the table and outlay, and the cattle, meat upon it. "It's...been some time since I've seen a feast like this." The words are slow, considered before they're spoken, and he looks over as a server goes by, watching the drinks on the platter before ripping his gaze away again.

Valadhiel has arrived.

"Come, Sunblade, let us be seated." Xander says to Darshan, noting the Prince's preparation to launch into a speech. "Excuse me." is offered by way of polite farewell to Marion, and then he is, indeed, stepping away - if not to be seated, then at least to settle somewhere comfortable to observe the Prince working the crowd, as he's so very likely to do.

Karelin has arrived.

Chandrakanta doesn't actually bristle at the mention of that Uncle's name, "Well, you are their best cook, I am sure he will be pleased." The Veyshanti grabs a plate and piles it with rice. She points out the bowl on the table with cucumbers and yogurt, "That will help you with the spice if you are not accustomed to it." She spoons a little on her plate before going over to where the roasted goat meat is. She skips the kabobs, going for what she considers to be the good stuff.

Can elves breathe fire? It - it might be possible. Thoughtfully, Riluna makes sure not to waste anything. Her breath could probably ignite someone's eyebrows, which might be an impressive party trick. Although her eyes are watering like Bambi, free candy and childhood dreams have just wandered into a bar and had acme safes dropped on them. And to make matters worse, the evil guy in the movies with the moustache he twirls hops on the safe. She smiles weakly, "Thank you both. It was pretty good stuff." Mmm, leaf. And water! It seems to take the edge off, although one eye is a little wider than the other still, giving her a positively brained look.

Valadhiel casually walks in, clad in her wizard robes as they drape over her normal attire. The azure cloth has numerous sigils sewn in silver thread, as she glances back and forth, then makes her way over towards the tables with the food.

Chiddle nods, "Of course." Chiddle says to Arianwen, and then he stands himself, heading over to get some food. He locates the spicy-ground-lamb-on-a-stick, and he snags himself a couple, as well as some of that strangely textured flatbread they're served with. He eyes the various sauces available cautiously, before settling on one that smells promising, and eventually returns to his seat to begin eating.

"Well, not mine - we were bein' hired to make sure it arrived safe. Nothin' like tryin' to keep dozens a'cows goin'in the right direction an' not stampede nothin'... Oh, is it talkin' time? Definately gotta go get some vittles then - only way to be stayin' awake.." Marion admits cheerfully, then makes like her cousin to find food. Or what she's willing to call food.

"I see. You're welcome to come sit with us," Darshan suggests to Marion. He nods over towards Chiddle, Riluna, and Arianwen, nudging Xander that direction. "...will all of the foods be..." pause. Undertones, "...I think the one elf there has hruuhrm, smoke coming from her ears. I've yet to see a dragon, magus, but this does say something about the food," and the words come with slow, even gentle amusement by his tone.

Ionus takes his mountain of food to a table and promptly sits down to devour -- with little regard for his surroundings...

Ionus has disconnected.

Arianwen claims herself a share of the spicy food of doom, and after a quick look-over of Riluna, as well as a friendly beckoning, returns to her place. There's enough seats for another, always. She sits, and waits, and watches, more curious than hungry, and has a small, amiable wave for Darshan and Xander.

Karelin was bound to appear, even if he's moving slowly, carefully, in the wake of injury. He's wrapped in a black coat, instead of his warplate, and he's using his scabbarded sword as a walking stick. Still, he's cued up for food just like everyone else, waiting.

Smoke at best. Or they've started outfitting elves with steam engines. The tendrils that might have been emerging from Riluna's ears would set environmentalists a protesting. Phew. She grabs one portion of spicy and the other not so spicy meat. Better grab some of that rice. She beams and follows Arianwen, "Thanks you guys!" To the chef and Arianwen. She's happy even if her eyes watering makes her look like an escapee from a bad high school drama and someone /totally/ ruined her day. "I'm glad to see you. Been well?"

Valadhiel waves over at Chiddle and Arianwen, recognizing them from the glider mission, taking some of the not-so-spicy foods rather wisely. She then smiles a touch, meandering over towards Arianwen, "Good evening!"

Chiddle offers Riluna and Valadhiel each a nod as they head over. He's surrounded by elven women! But looks more interested in the food. After all, elves were so tall and skinny. He bites into the meat-stuffed flatbread. Omnomnom.

"No, not all." Xander answers Darshan, light amusement in the pleasant baritone, a hand lifting, gesturing to indicate a boar roasting not so far off, spun slowly on its spit. It's a very... Darshan-like meal, all fire and sloppy grease that drips into metal basins set below to catch it. And poor Srassha is missing out on it! Awww. The trek to the destination Darshan has chosen is slow, as every few step someone stops the mage, engaging in a bit of idle chit-chat. He does, despite, find a moment to return Arianwen's greeting, his reply a pleasant nod.

"Greetings, Riluna, Valadhiel," Arianwen says to each of the other elves in low, almost smokey tones. Or maybe that's melancholy blocking up her pipes. She slides over to make more room on the bench for them, then tries the same dish Riluna did. WHEEZE!

Chandrakanta notices the Korite, in his fine coat. "You dressed up.." She remarks, she hasn't even bothered to bathe from the look of things, since returning from Gettys. She points him at the table where the others are, "You should take my plate and I'll make another."

Silence begins to descend over the festive feasters, of course, as word comes down the line that the Prince is going to start speaking. And he is, from the look of things, finally ready to do so. Everyone is sitting down as the Prince, Verin, stands up. He looks regal and every bit the royalty he is here at this moment.

"Hello there." The elves can take turns breathing fire at one another, duelling dragons! Riluna grins at Arianwen. She seems unsure of how to react to the faint hint of melancholy or smokiness. Although she's about to get more punishment from the spicy meat (What was that about pigeons not remembering that the lever shocks them? Does anyone really LIKE pigeons?). She goes quiet, as the Prince speaks. Ooooh... wow, this is big time for Riluna.

Karelin starts linmping towards the table, with a nod to Chandra. "Thank you." The certain look of avidness on his face say that he knows what he's getting into, foodwise. As he sits down, he nods around to the familiar faces, wincing as he does so. Damned ribs. Eyes go up, and he remembers not to glare at Verin, the crazy bastard.

A mage's magic might call on the cosmos--but this is a grittier, baser thing. Darshan's plate, much like storms summon overhead, or a pink elephant suddenly appears at the tables, has grown. And, just as mysteriously, the plate keeps getting food added to it. It's nothing overt. But it does pile, an ever-growing mountain, which is volcano-like in the grease dripping down from its spires. As an afterthought, he snags a few small, greenish shrubs, and tucks them away along the sides like a pixie's garnish as they make their way towards seating.

Chiddle, unlike the elves, seems to get his tongue around the spiciness much more readily. Then again, he's probably used to eating Gunpowder-O's, being an artificer and all. He glances up at the prince as he begins to seak, food forgotten for the moment.

Xander shushes an overenthusiastic soldier, but not before getting clapped on the shoulder by the man. It doesn't rattle him TOO much, to his credit. He quiets, yes, twirling to grab a glass of mild wine from a server's tray. He takes a seat, a temporary one, at the edge of the bench where he is rather than where the rest of the adventurers gather, to allow Verin to speak without too much distraction.

Arianwen looks up at the prince, and listens while eating. Nobody told her it's not polite to talk while human royalty is talking. She makes an effort to eat quietly and neatly, at least, though utensils are still beyond her. That flatbread, meat, and yoghurt sauce makes a mean meal, at least.

Chandrakanta makes up a second plate and finally joins the group, sitting near to the end where Xander and Darshan are, she seemsready to speak until she notices the Prince getting ready to use all all the air around to speak. She shakes her head and begins to dig in. She quietly whispers across the table, "We need to talk about Roland at some point.."

Marion grins at Darshan and nods. It's a little bit, however, before the girl ends up with a plate full to wander back towards the small group, even if she doesn't know most of them past a name. Luckly, she didn't ask Chandra's cook for fried pig tails. Instead, her plate is filled with as close to normal fare as she can get.

Darshan looks over and nods in the human style. "Hrhuum...we should speak with his faith. He was a Fire's Son?" the latter seems more rhetorical, and sith'makar sets his plate on the table. It trembles, shivering like gelatinous goo, and as it settles, a helping of meat-grease shivers, and begins to slough its way down the side of the food. Glop. "He's sure to have made his wishes known to them. Whatever those are, one will respect." The words are simple, spoken in low tones below as the crowd settles. And, formal--a contrast to the more tribal need expressed on his platter.

Valadhiel remains quiet, mostly to be polite, as she nibbles at her food, watching the Prince with a curious expression.

--------------------- At a glance around Myrrish Camp ----------------------

Karelin 6m 6'2" 232 Lb Human Male  

  Tattooed Korite warrior. Tall, dark and scarred.  

Valadhiel 18s 5'2" 105 Lb  

  An elfmaid with dark auburn hair.  

Marion 8m 4'5" 110 Lb Female  

  Human girl, dark hair & eyes, farmer-type.  

Xander 12m 6'1" 184 Lb  

  Tall, handsome, goatee-wearing human mage.  

Riluna 16m 5'0" 90 Lb  

  Grey haired, hazel eyed Grey Elf woman.  

Arianwen 20s 5'0" 108 Lb Wild Elf Female  

  Grey cloak, shock of red hair beneath. Bow, sword.  

Darshan 0s 6'4" 274 Lb Sith'makar Male  

  A sith'makar in Myrrish livery  

Chiddle 1m 3'4" 44 Lb  

  Dark haired gnome dressed in in Artificer's garb.  

Calamity 2h Lb  

  Oh. It's just a cosmic catastrophe. Move along.  

Chandrakanta 7m 5'6" 140 Lb Human/Veyshanti Gurl  

  Dredlocked Veyshanti Averite with ink and blades.  

 

Whirlpool 17m Lb  

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Karelin rasps out quietly. "Hopefully, we found enough of him." He chews on his food thoughtfully, but he can't hide his pleasure at the feast.

"I gave his remains to Brother Agril." Chandra uses her hand to eat the food, mashing together rice and meat, "He seems to feel that he would want to.." She pauses to chew the food, "brought back, and seems to believe it would be best if we were all there if he does come back to us through divine means." Somehow she doesn't call it Corpse-bothering. She keeps the volume of the conversation down so it doesn't spread too far down the table. "I believe Roland followed the dancer."

Riluna is a quiet audience, smiling to her company. She mixes her meats up and bites into the spicy meat, one eye looking up, the other going a bit cross. Hooo... yeah, that's the stuff. If only she could bust through a wall with a pitcher of punch for the kids!

"You'll have to pardon me," says Prince Verin, flicking black a lock of his reddish-blonde hair. "It has been a long few days for one and all of us. Indeed, we all needed this feast. It is both a celebration of victory, but also a way to honor our fallen. This victory was consecrated in the blood of martyrs to the cause of Sendorian Liberation and that sacrifice will forever be honored in the annals of history. What Kinnevack tried do to this army, this base and vile treachery and she and those who worked with her tried to perpretate too will not be forgotten. We will have justice and they will swing from the gallows, one and all. 

 He lifts his chin, standing straighter, "It is with the authority of my father that I decree that an unprecedent effort of reconstruction will already be beginning. Even now, refugees are being provided with food, clothes, and as we march forward, they will be returning to their homes to begin picking up the pieces of their shattered lives. Sendor will be free and those who live there will be given the best assistance by the Crown to ensure that some normalcy will return to their lives."

 "As for Kinnevack? We are coming to take back what is our's, Kinnevack. We march together. As one. We fight together. As one. We will achieve victory, as one, and nothing, not even the forces of nature itself, can stop us! FOR SENDOR!" This is the part where everyone else is to yell 'For Sendor'.

Darshan starts to reply--and then the prince gets up. As he speaks, he reaches into a pouch, a tube of corking, and slips this over the end of his until-then, awkwardly held fork. "Whatever he would have wished, he deserves--" he murmurs to Chandra before standing, and roaring with the rest of them. In his case, it's followed by a clamorous, single heady thump of tail.

Marion cheers as everyone else chimes in, though for the most part, the talkitive farmer's girl is quiet, listening to the others speak on things she had missed.

Xander's reaction isn't quite as, ah, enthusiastic as that - then again, did anyone truly expect it to be? He lifts his wineglass, solemnly, instead, even as the soldiers around him thump mugs and yell. He doesn't join the conversation between the adventurers yet, no, simply because he's still a table away, and any and all words he might have to offer would have to be pretty damn loud. Not the best moment for that.

Karelin nods. "That's good." He keeps eating happily, getting a little sweaty as he does, as he listens, ticking off the points of the speech. Painfully, he gets up, leaning on the sword-cane, but he doesn't cheer. He just raises his mug in salute.

Chiddle seems to find that last bit rather amusing. He is, after all, just some uncultured Mercenary. however, he does offer up a wordless cheer at the end of it.

Murphy was either very unlucky or really depressed. He also probably did not like to eat buttered toast much. Figures Riluna's caught with a mouth full of food, which she swallows quickly and offers a toast - since she doesn't want to choke to death during a toast. Yeah!

"FOR SENDOR!" Chandra distracts to shout with the others, after all its why she's been here. She doesn't stand, but atleast she stops eating. It seems the words were rousing enough.

Arianwen hops up off her chair to emit a nice piercing war cry -- quite savage enough to turn a few soldier's heads, who briefly wonder if they're under attack before realizing it's the five foot nothin' wild elf making that level of noise. Big sounds come in small packages, apparently. Intermingled with the ululation, she shouts, "JUSTICE!"

Eventually, the crowd begins to die down once more so that the Prince can continue, "This victory belongs to all of you. To every soldier who did his duty. To everyone who fought and sweated and bled. This victory belongs to those who made the ultimate sacrifice in its name. Let us have a moment of silence, then, to remember the fallen and hope that Vardama speeds them to their just rewards where they may find the peace they were not granted the chance to end their life in."

Karelin leans on his sword, bowing his head, humming something low and tuneful to himself. He stifles it, but he's tapping his foot. Korites and war.

Darshan drops back to his seat, looking tired. The gelatinous dinner wobbles with the impact, and another grease-spot begins to slither downwards, and settle in a goo-pile at the base of the plate. In contrast, his look's on the Heir. Perhaps he's praying.

Xander glances Arianwen's way at her personal form of cheer, but soon enough his gaze returns to the Prince. The wineglass is set down after the salute it was used for, and he stays quiet, honoring the moment of silence that's been called. There's no prayers, not from him, but respect is respect, still.

Chandrakanta lets out a sigh when the Prince mentions Vardama. Pushing away her plate. She shares in the silence.

Still quiet, Riluna's eyes go wide at Arianwen. She smiles, and nods rapidly! Happy! Agreement! Just - gotta finish chewing pronto. If only she had the mighty jaws of a yak. But she does not. Eventually she finishes in time to join the respectful silence.

Arianwen is respectfully silent with the rest of the crowd, though she doesn't sit back down until after the moment is over. Death should be faced on one's feet.

Chiddle goes quiet himself, even Gnomes know when to shut up. Sometimes. And now is apparently one of those times.

Valadhiel lowers her head respectfully at the mention of Vardama, sharing in the silence with the group.

The moment of silence passes, well, mostly silently. There is the occasional cough and grunt of a soldier still in pain from their injuries and the healer's tents in the distance are *never* silent as groans of the injured can be heard more clearly now, but pass it does 

 Prince Verin lifts his head and says, "Then let us eat. Live. Enjoy out victory tonight, but remember that we still have many hard fought battles to come and the full cost of the conflict has not yet been paid. Live your life, soldiers, for what tomorrow may bring is yet unknown to us. The Gods bless you all." And wit hthat, the Prince sits back.

Karelin sits back down quickly, with a sigh and a grimace. He's still humming to himself, though, as he digs back into his meal.

And it is at this time, with the moment of silence finished, that a youthful, gangly scarecrow of a wizardly apprentice - an Arcane Circle runner - awkwardly stumbles his way to Xander, whispering hurriedly in the warmage's ear. "... a -what-?" Xander echoes, looking at the boy with an expression that isn't eminently readable in its entirety, but a component of it is certainly disbelief. Whisper, whisper. The warmage looks like he's about to put a palm to his face, but succeeds in suppressing the urge, tipping back his wine in one swift, elegant motion. And then he stands, and strides off, departing the festivities momentarily to handle whatever problem has just been brought to his attention. He'll probably return some time later as the feast is likely to be a long, drawn-out affair if disaster doesn't strike, but for now, they'll have to do without!

Xander goes OOC.

Xander has left.

Darshan spears the platter with the cork-covered fork, halfway smiling. "This," solemn, "is pretty damn good. It's a sight better than what we've had the last few weeks," pause, and he looks over towards Chandra. "If Father's handling it, I'll speak with him when I head back to Alexandria, and see if he needs anything."

Chandrakanta's eyes follow the warmage as he leaves, her lips purse. She turns to Karelin, "You could use a few days rest in Alexandria while we take care of what we need to for Roland. Brother Agril was hoping that Xander would teleport us back to Alexandria to avoid losing too much time away from the front..."

Riluna is eatin'. Elves are like pirhanas, but with steaks and veggies and not really cows and tourists. She smiles, before looking between the company she's near. "This is quite an experience," She comments quietly.

Chiddle nods his head a bit then, apparently a bit more sombre after that speach. "Well, ahem. It seems like despite those lost, spirits are fairly high."

Arianwen tucks it away alongside Riluna, content to live in the now and fill her stomach, for the moment. The meat might be cooked, but the spices are pretty amazing. It's a whole new world for her palette.

Gauvain has arrived.

<Meet> Gauvain joins Arianwen.

Neynos has arrived.

Chiddle has disconnected.

The plate, much like magic, fades. And much like magic, gets summoned again, and refilled twice. Darshan grins at Riluna, almost, "It is. ...pass the--" pause. He doesn't know what that is, either. There's a bowl of it, and it looks gravy/like/. But it's also specked in red.

Riluna grins back, "Huh? Sure? That red speckley stuff?" She reaches over for the bowl and politely passes. Her eyes are wide, watering and her face a bit flushed, but she's getting used to it and even seeming to enjoy it now. Steamy! And not in the romance novel type way.

Now that he has a closer look at it, the--sith's jaw goes somewhat slack. And he clears his throat, sort of starting up an old engine that isn't sure it wants to run. It rumbles alot, sputters, makes noises. In his case, it could be the sputtering, too. "...yes," and he doesn't sound certain at all. "It mhruuhrm...has some sort of goat smell, doesn't it?"

Arianwen finishes her plate and sits back, listening and watching. Her ears twitch with a certain discomfort; she does not like the crowd. It's unlikely she'll linger.

Cael has arrived.

  Well. He certainly had timing. Cael made the whole, long trip to Alexandria, and joined the Irregulars..just in time for the war to end. He won't even be able to tell any war stories. Ah well. The slender Elf (Wow, how exotic) strolls slowly into the more inhabited portions of the Camp, their bow cased on their back, their rapier at their side, but their pack left somewhere else. Probably wherever they're bunking until the Irregulars are dismissed.

Karelin scratches absently at his scarred cheek, and finishes his food, reaching for his scabbarded sword. He gathers it towards him as he gather himself to stand.

Marion makes her way through most of her foot, before she sighs. "I should go an' apolgize to Bo. It was nice to be seein' you again.." she comments vaguely, before standing up. After all, he might have gone swimming in the soup.

Chandrakanta doesn't resume eating, she looks up when Karelin moves to stand. She lifts, helping him back up even if he doesn't need her. "Need more food?" She asks.

Riluna looks a little like she's nearing the F on the ole fuel gauge. Or at least loading on as much steam power as an elf can before spontaneous combustion is imminent. And frankly, it's just rude to combust in public - especially at formal dinners. Youth today just don't remember this finer point of etiquette and explode all over things. She even rubs at her eyes, "This was really great..."

The cook, of course, smiles at Riluna. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Here, try this," he offers her a piece of bread. It can't be bad, right? Bread can't be heavily spiced, right?!

Valadhiel has disconnected.

Karelin gives a grunt to Chandra, as he gets to his feet. He leans heavily on the sword, and shakes his head to Chandra. "Had enough, I think. Need to lie down and get some more damned skin on my back."

Cael could of course be mistaken about the war being over. He's new! He wanders towards the cook when he sees him, tongue slipping out to moisten his lips. Once closer, he raises one hand to the wonderful source of nourishment, and then bows politely. "Greetings! Ah, might you have a few more pieces of that bread for a weary scout?"

What the--wrinkles bunch up and down the 'makar's muzzle as he picks up the red-speckled gloop. Primtive reaction. Instinctive reaction. And the--food--goes exactly back where it was from. Back on the table. "One's thanks, ah...I think I'll stick with the fruits." And he does. He grins, slightly, and grabs one as he stands and begins to head towards the exit.

"Of course." Chandra sits back down, she notices for the first time the non-Veyshanti food that Darshan is eating or not eating. She makes a face, "I will never understand the cuisine of the north." Looking again at her abandoned plate of rice, apricots and meat.

--------------------- At a glance around Myrrish Camp ----------------------

Cael 2m 5'0" 120 Lb  

  Slender Elven Archer: Shocking!  

Neynos 2m 6'3" 130 lbs L  

  A thin red-haired human in slightly unkempt clothing.  

Gauvain 12m 6'2" 213 Lb  

  A tall brown haired armored man.   

Karelin 1m 6'2" 232 Lb Human Male  

  Tattooed Korite warrior. Tall, dark and scarred.  

Marion 5m 4'5" 110 Lb Female  

  Human girl, dark hair & eyes, farmer-type.  

Riluna 5m 5'0" 90 Lb  

  Grey haired, hazel eyed Grey Elf woman.  

Arianwen 2m 5'0" 108 Lb Wild Elf Female  

  Grey cloak, shock of red hair beneath. Bow, sword.  

Darshan 0s 6'4" 274 Lb Sith'makar Male  

  A sith'makar in Myrrish livery  

Calamity 5s Lb  

  Oh. It's just a cosmic catastrophe. Move along.  

Chandrakanta 53s 5'6" 140 Lb Human/Veyshanti Gurl  

  Dredlocked Veyshanti Averite with ink and blades.  

Whirlpool 1m Lb  

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Arianwen goes OOC.

Arianwen has left.

Huh? Oooh, bread. Innocent, sweetly bland bread. Riluna smiles, "Thanks." She smiles back up at the cook. But Riluna is the slow antelope. You know the ones. You see them on nature channels about 5 feet behind all the other antelopes until WHAM, lion out of left field! Nom- bread! It, like many spicy foods balanced with the softness of flour, takes a moment to hit her. Before it lands like a ton of bricks. Her eyes are wide as saucers, cheeks a little puffed out with food. Tears once again fill her eyes, her face screwing up a bit. Ooooh. Even her ear tips are bright red now. Swallow that bite. "'s good - t- t-hanks."

Karelin has reconnected.

Karelin has partially disconnected.

Marion goes home.

Marion has left.

On reaching the exit, Darshan peers around it. And--it grows into a genuine, contented grin as he steps outside, and pulls something from his belt. Food. Some leftover bread. And outside, there's a confused sounding, "Rhuh?" 

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