feast & after-party ♔ empty my heart | i've got to make room for this feeling

[wynn]

♬ Can't Take It In - Imogen Heap

WHO || Wynn, the new Squires, any and all Knights
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Feast & Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dining Hall & Ballroom
WHEN || February 9th, 2012, 7:00PM / 9:00 PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

While every dinner served in the Knights' exceptionally large Dining Hall manages to have a sense of occasion, given the sheer quantity of food necessary to serve the hundreds who take their meals there, the 'feast' Wynn's ordered for after this squiring party outdoes the norm. It's not a problem to produce so much food at the drop of the hat when mages can magically summon up entire banquets, and so the room teems over with the smells and spices of hundreds of unique dishes. Centerpieces built with peacock feathers and sweet smelling flowers dot the table at intervals. A silver cage in the very middle of the table includes several live birds, their feet and tufts each appearing to be silver as well. A banner hangs from the top of the cage, with the Knight's symbol of a black dragon on a silver field.

The food has a distinctly medieval flair to it today, which several of the older Shadowkind Knights express their boisterous appreciation for as they dive in. The first course consists of a civet of hare, a quarter of salted stag, a stuffed chicken and a loin of veal, the latter two covered with a German sauce with gilt sugar-plums and pomegranate seeds. At each end of the table is an enormous pie, surmounted with smaller pies, which form a crown. The crust of the large ones is silvered all round and gilt at the top; each contains a whole roe-deer, a gosling, three capons, six chickens, ten pigeons, and one young rabbit. Serving as seasoning or stuffing, a minced loin of veal, two pounds of fat, and twenty-six hard-boiled eggs, covered with saffron and flavoured with cloves.

A second course follows: aroe-deer, a pig, a sturgeon cooked in parsley and vinegar, and covered with powdered ginger; a kid, two goslings, twelve chickens, as many pigeons, six young rabbits, two herons, a leveret, a fat capon stuffed, four chickens covered with yolks of eggs and sprinkled with spiced powder de Duc, and even a wild boar.

Next came wafers and stars; a jelly, part white and part blue. A fourth course of cream with Duc powder, covered with fennel seeds preserved in sugar; a white cream, cheese in slices, and strawberries; and, lastly, plums stewed in rose-water.

Besides these four courses, there's a fifth, entirely composed of wines, and of preserves, which consist of fruits and various sweet pastries in the shapes of dragons.

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Following this, assuming anyone is still capable of moving at all is the after-party: a black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Per usual, a couple hours are provided following the feast for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope none of you are shy. They're all here to meet you. 

All open feast threads should be made under the FEAST heading below. Any other threads below will be for the after-party. Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

Comments

[technophobic]

[Dovan's busy pounding a burp out of his chest when the question is posed, but it's answered by the man sitting across from him: a rather tall figure still wearing his armor and looking like it's a part of him. He doesn't look up from where he's piling butter on top of a big hock of meat as he grumbles:]

A coward's weapon - gunpowder devilry designed to cheat a man out of a fair fight.

[king]

[ If Arthur had known he could get away with keeping the armour, he absolutely one hundred percent would have. His attention turns to this new man. ]

So it's magic, then.

[ironsides]

No, t'ain't magic, don't listen to Lan. [The dwarf sounds good humored about it, even if the other Knight still looks just as grumpy] Ranged weapons, that fire little round, er, bullets so fast that they can tear right through a man, or even through his armor, like that.

[king]

So... a crossbow mixed with a slingshot, then.

[ Trying to imagine it. Failing... ]

[ironsides]

[EXPLAINING THINGS IS HARD] No, not really. You'll have to see one. Then you'll know what I mean. They'll try to give you one here soon enough.

[king]

[ Arthur glances at Lan. ]

But didn't he just say it was a coward's weapon?

1/2

[technophobic]

[Lan just side-eyes both of you] I did. A real warrior meets his opponent with steel.

[ironsides]

[Dovan looks unaffected by Lan's attitude, and glances over at Arthur again] Lan thinks almost everyone's cowardly, s'just how he is, don't mind him.

Most of the people in these days fight with these guns of theirs, you see, and the way Wynn sees it, you can meet any attack with a weapon equal to the one bein' used and it ain't compromisin' anything.

[king]

I think I'm going to have to decide for myself, gentlemen.

[ It isn't often Arthur has an opportunity to learn a new weapon, after all. He lifts his goblet, looking between the two of them. ]

But I've never found a ranged weapon I preferred to my sword.

[ironsides]

And I've yet to find one as satisfying as wielding me axe, but to each his own, I say! Around these parts, every man's got his own strengths. That's what workin' with a team's all about. [This earns a derisive snort from Lan, but he keeps his mouth shut and takes a big bite of stag meat]