...THE BEGINNING

[strangerpeople]

...THE BEGINNING

[Fifteen strangers were brought into the Depths to end the world, and they survived, with extra strangers along for the ride. Though the old world ended, creation itself has been preserved, and a new world has been born, shaped by the survivors. Portals to new worlds have been opened, and memories are slowly, but surely, returning.

And what better way is there to celebrate the beginning of a world, but with a spaghetti dinner?

Well, there was plenty of spaghetti, but some people thought that maybe there should be more than spaghetti. The Dragonborn did their best to make non-spaghetti food based on their memories of Tamrielic cuisine - being a cook themselves and cooking their own meals, even as an Emperor.

Spiced coffee with moon sugar and sweetmeat pasties in the shape of the moons, from Elweyr.

Imperial-style spiced sausage, braised in wine, and a tomato-flavored rye bread.

From Iliac Bay, a paprika-spiced rice dish with chicken and roasted peppers and a spiced banana mash in the style of Hammerfell.

From the Alik'r Deserts of Hammerfell, scorpion braised with venom sauce - which Alexis seems to like. It doesn't seem to be poisoned.

From Daggerfall, beet hummus, and stuffed dormice wrapped in bread like sandwiches.

From High Rock, Potage le Magnifique, with Alexis' special, not-lethal secret ingredient, and rock trout, along with fruit dumplings.

Lamb's bone broth with potato dumplings and vegetables, just like in the strongholds of the Orcs - with a dash of rice - and a dessert of carmelized beetroot.

Saltrice flatbreads and Telvanni-style mushroom medley with frost salts, from Morrowind.

Black Marsh King Yellow slug, served raw with some seasoning and wrapped in nut leaf. They are delicious, really.

Of course there is Skyrim's honey mead and blue cheese with honeyed oatcakes, along with horker and ash yam stew from Solstheim.

For now, it's time to relax, and celebrate the end - and beginning. Work can be done tomorrow. Questions can be answered later, if any are left. For now, eat, and enjoy. Bring your friends from home. Be happy, and remember.

There were 15 strangers.

But they are not strangers anymore.]

((OOC: Congratulations on ending Round 1 with the Golden End! For this feast, characters may bring people from their own canons to mingle with other players! Assume that portals have been opened for everyone by this time to go back and forth from their home worlds.

While you're here, please feel free to hit up the HMD, and we'll see you all when Round 2 happens!))

Comments

[ofthewild]

A growl and Celegorm turned Maglor around, hands resting on the other's shoulders to give him a bit of a shake.

"Probably? That is little comfort, considering what happened last time!" If they'd lost Maedhros a second time...

[bythewaves]

No! Maglor panicks as Celegorm turns him. If Celegorm looks at him, he'll know, he'll realise something is wrong, that Maglor is too old.

He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But he's already become used to using the wolf to hide.

Skin shivers into fur and the wolf cringes back from his brother, turning to flee.

[ofthewild]

Celegorm already sensed something was wrong, but not what. He drew in a sharp gasp at the sudden change, then lunged forward to get a good hold on fur.

"Do not run from me!" He'd only chase him.

[bythewaves]

The wolf's instinctive reaction to fur being yanked is to twist and bite, but Maglor refuses to hurt his brother, resulting in them both tumbling, the wolf pressed to the ground and whining.

But he won't run.

[ofthewild]

As soon as the wolf trembled and whined, fur was released and Celegorm knelt beside him, smoothing tugged fur down with a soft crone of comfort and reassurance. Knowing fingers slowly worked up to sensitive ears.

"What has been done to you, my brother?" He murmured softly, concern warred with awe, awe warred with anger that someone had changed his brother in such a way.

[bythewaves]

Celegorm always had a way with beasts, and the wolf relaxes under his knowing hands, reaching up to lick at him apologetically. Maglor doesn't bother to change back. Celegorm can understand him, even like this, after all.

(He doesn't want him to see)

World here. Made us different, gave me this. Took away the Song.

[ofthewild]

Celegorm bent to nuzzle his brother and stretched out beside him, pressing close and nonthreatening. But Maglor wouldn't hurt him.

Horror licked at his heart, hearing his brother's loss. Anger flashed and fingers bury into fur.

"Fools! They took away a Gift! Giving you another does not make it better."

[bythewaves]

Never, ever. The wolf curls around him in turn, pressing close.

Hurts He admits to his brother as he has not to anyone else here.

Too quiet. But can protect, like this

Not the way he learnt to do in Beleriand, using Song in battle, but claw and fang will work where needs must.

[ofthewild]

"I'm sure it does," Celegorm growled in anger for his brother.

He cuddled close, nuzzling and petting, just to offer what reassurance and comfort he could. "I cannot return your music to you, but if you want, I could sing for you."

He smirked, imagining the defense his brother could do now. "Ai! Defend and protect! You can do both well, now and as you should be."

[bythewaves]

Celegorm the Cruel, they will know him as, but Maglor remembers always little Tyelko, who wept when the birds fell from their nest and had a little zoo of his own where he tended the hurt beasts that he found.

He curls into his brother's comfort and licks at his cheek with a soft amused whuff.

No drinking songs!

He bares teeth in a playful snarl at that. Yes!

[ofthewild]

Later. Not yet. Celegorm was still Celegorm the Fair, if tainted by Kinslaying. He still loved all birds and beasts and treated them with care and kindness.

He grinned, fingers finding an itchy spot to scritch. "But those are the ones I am best at!"

He squirmed to wrestle playfully with his brother.

[bythewaves]

Maglor is very careful not to scratch or bite hard enough to break skin, but tumbling with his brother is familiar, even if the form is not, and he relaxes into the play, allowing Celegorm to settle him.

Annoying!