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The Settling Feast (thanksgiving)
Sorry if you take your lore too seriously, but the holidays need levity and humor.
“What? A feast? Why wasn’t I invited?”
- Irudex the Scorched, warlord and tyrant of El-Gamesh
In the midst of the Great Tables of Lyonar stood a perplexed Argeon. He had never been a host to so many, and from all across Mythron. At least a thousand nobles piled in hand over fist for free food, followed by fashionably late generals.
After the Bloodbound bring their cores home from the tournaments and are rightfully paraded as heroes, the Senerei Council holds a feast to celebrate the ongoing peace, and squelch any animosity between factions. This event is known as The Settlling Feast, and Argeon was hosting it for the first time.
And it was going great, for the most part. Argeon sorted every guest by nation of origin, and put them in the corresponding table.
At his side was Z’ir, his favorite general, and right-hand-man.
‘This is supposed to be a feast of peace, sir?’ Z’ir inquired
’Yes, but the tension could be cut with a butter knife’ Argeon remarked with dread as he looked about the teeming feast-halls.
‘Hmm, i agree… I noticed the nobility all have bodyguards.’ Z’ir remarked with a smirk 'They must think we’re barbarians.'
Argeon couldn’t contain a chuckle.
As the people settled down from a long day of eating and drinking and parlor tricks, Argeon rose to give his speech. He dreaded this moment. He usually left long flowery speeches to orators, and they left all things militaristic to him. He’d rehearsed his speech a million times though.
‘Hello everyone.’ His words were followed by an uproar from the crowd. ‘How was everyone’s food?’ Another roar. ‘I’ve never hosted a dinner for anyone but my war counsel before this, so I’m quite glad that no one has been unruly thus far’
‘It is a peace event after all!’ someone shouted from the faceless mass of nobles.
‘That it is,’ Argeon rebounded, not wanting to lose the momentum of his speech or, ancestors forbid, be drowned out by the ceaseless chatter of nobles.'and we put all things aside for this…
After he finished his speech and everyone left, he was tired. He walked along as cleaning staff set to work on a mess that seemed like an army of infants marched through. He opened the doors of the hall and walked out, invigorated by fresh air, and walked back to his quarters. He hopped into his bed and fell asleep immediately.
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