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| Celebration Feast; The second half of the Warriors Assembly | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 2 2008, 10:39 PM (424 Views) | |
| Duran Swiftpike | Aug 2 2008, 10:39 PM Post #1 |
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((The feast occurs after all the promotions are done. Just keep that in mind when you’re posting. :))) At last Avirly pinned on the last promotion pin and Duran turned to face the crowd again. This time, instead of calling for another warrior to meet him on stage, he raised his paws and smiled broadly. “Let the feasting commence!” The volunteer kitchen staff had been ready. In moments the long log benches that had served for seating were pulled into position and long tables were snuggled nicely between them. The recruits soon caught on and took over setting up the seating for a feast instead of a ceremony, and before long the food started to appear. Cart after cart emerged from the keep laden with good things to eat. Certainly the spread wasn’t as varied as one would find on a visit to Redwall, but they had their own specialties that cooks at Redwall had yet to taste. Pots of hot root soup appeared, and behind them baskets of freshly baked bread, some still steaming from coming right out of the oven. Flans, turnovers, pasties, pies, scones—the cooks had thrown all their gusto into preparing the feast. Nothing had been spared. Three large wheels of cheese, two yellows and a nut studded white, that were made by Duran before he even came to the fort were rolled out. In Black Arch fashion, a line began to form behind the tables stretched with good on them and people began to pass back plates. Carts were still being rolled out, but the majority of the food was set and ready. Duran led the way and all the newly promoted followed behind him. They reached the head of the line and Duran, his family, and they were honored by going through the line first. It was also announced that a special table had been set up for them. The High Commander laughed openly when he saw what the special table was. The large round table from his conference room was decked out in a number of mismatching tablecloths. Each person had their own place ready for them, and Laurel smiled rather smugly at all of it. Throwing his free paw about his wife, Duran gave her a squeeze and whispered something in her ear that made her tail curl with delight. The group was soon seated as the rest of the fort made their way through the serving line. Before he touched any of his food Duran reached out and picked up a pitcher of strawberry fizz (it had been the closest pitcher to where he was seated) and poured himself a glass. Purposefully he raised it up and said in a voice that would carry over the din: “To all of you who, and to your success that we celebrate today! May you return to this table many more times and the seasons bless you.” Laurel cuddled up against her husband as she joined his toast, though Avirly was seen rolling her eyes as she drank from her cup. She couldn’t help thinking her father was a bit of a melodramatic when it came to these things and she wished he’d stop embarrassing her. |
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| Rupert Fortescue | Aug 6 2008, 06:32 PM Post #2 |
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A cry of, "Hear, hear!" rose up from one of the lower tables. With a clank, Rupert plonked a large plate of food down onto the table and negotiated his way over the bench so he could sit down. The hare's stomach growled noisily as he surveyed the feast that was quickly being dished out. "Pardon me chaps," he chuckled, nudging the North Tower guard sat next to him. "I'm afraid I've got a whiff of the old hot root soup!" Rupert licked his lips as he surveyed the food piled onto his plate. A large chunk of bread, cheese, a slice of one of the flans, a pasty and a slice of a delicious looking pie sat steaming invitingly before him. "I say, they've really pushed the boat out this time, eh?" he said, reaching for jug of strawberry fizz. "Top hole, absolutely top hole, this!" |
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| Orion Fulcry | Aug 13 2008, 01:26 AM Post #3 |
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Orion raised his mug of water with a mechanical motion as Duran gave his toast. The shirt he was wearing felt entirely too constricting, and he was more than ready for the day to be over. Tugging uncomfortably at his shirt collar, he glanced apprehensively around the circular table. There were a good many Black Archers who had been promoted. The table was definitely full. He watched as somebeast on one side asked for the salt and pepper on the other side. The spices made the long trek around the table, passing through Orion's paws on the way. Shaking his head, the newly-promoted squirrel grabbed an oat farl and topped it with berry preserves. |
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| Tallulah Maris Skahr | Aug 17 2008, 10:44 PM Post #4 |
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Despite her dislike for full uniform (especially when everything had to be pressed and shined and set just so), Tally was enjoying herself. One of her great joys was seeing others gain rewards hard earned, and they were definitely earned here at Black Arch. Tally lifted her mug of blackberry cordial in silent salute to the newly promoted with a wide grin and a mischievous wink. |
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This otter smiles when plotting; therefore, she is always plotting, as she is always smiling. Beware the smiling otter. Tallulah Maris Skahr West Tower Commander  Click If You Dare… | |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 23 2008, 01:55 AM Post #5 |
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The day for celebrating was just beginning, and Jelal didn't really know where to go in order to make this one of his better days at the fort. The tables were lined with all kinds of food (including his favorite, hot root soup), the seats filled with all kinds of beasts and soldiers he didn't know, and the commander seemed to be living it up at the front of it all. It was a time for effervescence and amicability. However, even though Jelal was a social creature, he had never lived in this kind of environment. Adjusting after fifteen seasons in the wilds was taking work, and he mostly just smiled at everybeast he met, laughed at their jokes, and belted out a few of his own. Jelal had never really subscribed to notions of 'rank' and 'duty' and other very military things. He had no idea what to do now that he was a corporal and others were much higher ranks than he was. Did that mean he wasn't allowed to talk to them? He certainly hoped not, especially on a festive day like this. Now, Jelal, he reflected as he took a gulp of strawberry cordial, you're no country bumpkin, not any more! You're a good and fancy respectable soldier now. So with his very respectable position in mind, Jelal began shaming most of the other otters with his vast consumption of hotroot soup. "Quite the guzzler you are there!" remarked a hedgehog to his left. "'E's just showin' the timid of tongue 'ow it's done!" joked another otter across the table. "No otter aught'ter mock the lot'er those who can't take it 'otter," Jelal replied very sagely, licking the rim of his bowl. |
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| Roe Sungold | Aug 26 2008, 11:30 PM Post #6 |
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Roe had stood quietly to the side for the entire ceremony, her whiskered muzzle hardly showing her pleasure as several of her creatures were called forward for promotion. True, she'd known already who would get what rank, but it was still an immense, though thoroughly private, pride to know that the South Tower Guard were holding their own amidst the rapidly increasing ranks of Fortbeasts. Now, as creatures formed a loud and cheerful line beside the food table, the red-gold otter had loosened her collar thankfully; her dress uniform was still slightly tight across the shoulders. She'd have to convince Laurel or Avirly to help her take it out a little. The only needle Roe was good with was one to sew her own wounds up, not her clothes. Taking a plate from the stack waiting, Roe nodded politely to the creatures helping them serve the food, and waited for the line to move up a little more. The otter tried to ignore the close proximity of creatures everywhere; in fact, she realised suddenly that she was coping with it a great deal better than she had at her first Black Arch feast. A slight, self-conscious smile crossed Roe's face as she remembered her heartbeat racing as creatures pushed and shoved genially all around her, and the noise, goodness. Now, however, it seemed at least bearable, if not quite enjoyable. Maybe there was something to be said for growing up around other creatures. Taking a hot mushroom flan, a farl of oatbread and a wedge of thick rich yellow cheese, Roe balanced a bowl of hotroot soup beside it all on her plate, swiped a mug of October Ale, brought all the way from Redwall, and went to sit at the closest opening she could find. Plonking her plate down, Roe turned and caught Duran's eye. She raised her mug of ale in a silent toast; a slight smile crossed her face. The otter was pleased with how the day had progressed; up on the South Wall she could just see Telo taking a large plate of food to Oaktail and Juno, who were on guard that afternoon. Juno clearly was not happy about the arrangement. Taking her seat, Roe glanced at her neighbours automatically. To her right was a shy little East Tower mouse; one of Talyn's terrorised creatures, apparently, who squeaked as soon as she recognised Roe as a Commander. The mouse buried her nose in a large plate of salad and didn't look at Roe again. Roe shrugged one shoulder slightly, took a bite of cheese and bread, and glanced to her left. Hm. A large hare, what was his name? Some new beast - Rupert. She really must remember their names better, next time. The otter eyed the large heap of food on her plate, and then returned to her own. As long as he didn't steal her food, the otter was happy. |
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Roe Sungold South Tower Commander Juno Springleap Tower Colonel
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| Benoni Kristoll | Aug 31 2008, 03:06 AM Post #7 |
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Benoni held a plate of food in one paw, while the other toyed with the flower pinned on his shirt. He watched the other soldiers, their colorful pins and armbands. The mouse would get his own soon... but which color? While working in the Fort, he had learned a bit about each tower. The West Tower was working on a navy, but Benoni had been trapped in that kind of thing for too long. The East Tower did patrols, which could be exciting, and probably became so without warning. The North Tower was for defense, fighting, which he'd been practicing with Duran. The South Tower directed correspondence, what Benoni was supposed to do since (or when) he wasn't yet a warrior. Benoni's eyes focused with his mind as he saw the Commander he was looking for. He meandered over to an empty seat beside her and scooted into it. While spooning soup into his mouth, he kept glancing sideways at the squirrel, trying to make eye contact. When he did get her attention, he knew what he wanted to talk about, but - not ready to get to the point - he began chattering away. "This hotroot soup is really good. I remember Roe's soup at that contest, it was crazy. Heh, much different today. Look at this sword, isn't it fun?" He held up the short sword sheathed on his belt. "The High Commander taught me how to use it. He says I'm getting much better. Do I get to be in battles now? I'd like to fight a vermin. Last time I saw vermin up close, I was rowing their blasted ship. Now I know how to fight and I'm here with all the Fortbeasts. Commander Russet, how often do you see vermin? I heard that lots of vermin come from the North. If I come-- well, if you let me into your tower, would I get to fight a lot? Or should I stay a messenger boy until I'm older?" He finally got close enough to his target, and then his desire for food overcame his excitement. He stuffed a large chunk of cheese into his mouth, but his eyes went back to Sceotend to see what she would say.  ((I researched around the fort, so hopefully I didn't auto anything or anyone I shouldn't have. Sceo, *pokes* I hope this is okay with you. If you don't what to join this thread, I can edit. XD))
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| Enamel Pardon | Sep 3 2008, 08:31 AM Post #8 |
Ruler of Specifics
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Enamel tried to concentrate on his food. It was, surprisingly, as he was young as well as a hare, not extremely easy. He only rarely ate food at crowded tables, preferring to wait 'til the majority of beasts had finished - at home, this preference had been masked by his refusal to come to the table until he'd spotted his bird for the evening. But this was hardly supper, and thanks to that flock of geese and his promotion, he had no excuse... He just made sure to sit at the end of the table so his footpaw wouldn't be jostled by a neighbour's leg or tail. As he kept his snout very near the surface of his soup, he bemoaned again the fact that Black Arch was not Redwall. Who here could possibly be interested in feather patterns, or wing-shapes of obscure birds? And how could he possibly be interested in any of their chosen topics of discussion? If it wasn't about food, it was about fighting - he tried to tune out Benoni's chatter by letting his ear dip into his mug of cordial and using that as an excuse to rub feverishly at it with a napkin. Why couldn't Kani rub his ears when he wanted them rubbed? And any minute now somebeast was going to try to rope him into talking about his new position or something... At least now there was a slight chance in the future that not everybeast would unnerve him with their higher rank... hah. At last Enamel decided to muster his hare-powers and stuff his mouth so full that nobeast dared try to get anything out of him lest they got a spray of crumbs in their cream... He reached for the nearest platter, found it a paw's length too far. Oh, dear. Why did he choose the edge of the table, why? There was no alternative. He would have to instigate conversation. "Could... could somebeast pa - please pass th'..." The hare's nose wrinkled in thought as he scanned the table. If only he knew the names of dishes as he knew the names of his far-off feathered friends. "Th'everythin'?" |
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Sergeant Enamel Pardon Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I...my other char's a mouse: Corporal Simon Flynn
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| Talyn Ki | Sep 3 2008, 01:39 PM Post #9 |
 
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Talyn was hating this. She hated that Jumpy had received a special promotion. She hated that Duran had gone over her head and promotion Slobbers (Riptide Ruva to everyone else) was now her second in command and there was nothing she could do about it. Slobbers was as dumb as a stump as far as she was concerned, but she would never admit to herself that he was smart enough to know she couldn’t drive him from the position by harassing him like she had done her other colonels. And he wasn’t even a full colonel! The atrocity of it all burned in Talyn as she sat at the end of the table and glared murder at the deeper’never pie that graced her plate. Every once and a while she would shoot hateful glances at Duran, Jumpy, Slobbers, and even Russet. Due to this everyone around her had the sense not to speak to her. Then Enamel opened his mouth and asked for all the food to be passed to him. The squirrel’s tail flicked dangerously and she slowly turned to look down at the injured hare. “Here, try some blackberry tart with the pear cordial. You look like you need something sweet.” And with a graceful touch she picked up the jug of cordial and the plate piled with tarts and placed them within easy reach of the leveret. |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Sep 3 2008, 01:39 PM Post #10 |
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The vole commander was enjoying himself immensely. He beamed around the table, held paws with Laurel as they ate, and kept insisting that everybeast try his latest yellow cheese specked with walnuts. Avirly, in her effort to ignore her father’s embarrassing antics, turned to her neighbor. She was seated beside the otter Jelal and watched with fascination as he enjoyed the hotroot soup. The volemaid had never tried the stuff herself, but the more she watched Jelal the more curious she became. In the back of her mind she had always rather assumed it was an otter thing and thereby off limits to her. “Excuse me, Jelal, but do you think the hotroot soup is too hot for me?” The moment the words escaped her lips she felt childish. What a silly thing to ask! But… there it was. All she could do now was wait for a response. |
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