...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!))

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[castintoflames]

"I am not complaining!" Maedhros beams and follows the tugging, putting down the hammer reluctantly, "Did you?"

He goes to said building, touching the walls, the windows...

"Our Elrond was here."

[bythewaves]

"He was." Maglor sighs is soft wonder.

"You can see and feel his touch everywhere. A healer's home."

[castintoflames]

He glances over his shoulder, gathering his fiery hair into a long ponytail.

"He and Elros certainly healed us. It gladdens my heart to know he lived to heal others."

[bythewaves]

"I, as well. I am beginning to think I should have tried for Numenor! I did know it far better.

[castintoflames]

"No, keep this." Maedhros finds a seat inside the main building, smiling at the ornamentation, "He is our son in all but blood."

[bythewaves]

"He is... he did so well for himself."

Maglor traces careful hands over draperies and carvings.

"Ah! See here - he carved our star here in this corner. Subtle, but pointed."

[castintoflames]

"Did he?" Maedhros rises and inspects the star, grinning, "It is both simple and intricate. He must have added it with his own hand."

Ah how he wishes he could have been there to praise Elrond.

[bythewaves]

"Well, I suppose we will never know if this is just my imagining. But it feels like something of his. A quiet way to remind people. He is Sailing, you know. I wonder if he will go and speak to Mother?"

[castintoflames]

"It's not." he says with certainty, "We know he carved it. We know he never forgot."

Maedhros trusts too that Elros never forgot.

"Likely! She would adore him."

[bythewaves]

"I know Elros never forgot."

Maglor nods. "I doubt Elrond would have either. I hope so! She could use some cheering, and if we can do nothing else, we can give her that, at least.

[castintoflames]

"How do you know?" he tries his best not to sound too curious, but they both know Elros was - is - the closest to him of the twins. Somehow that is fitting since they both perished.

"He is wise and good. They will be able to have long conversations."

[bythewaves]

Shyly, he admits.

"I could not go home, but Numenor was never barred to me. I... ventured there, dwelt amongst his people."

[castintoflames]

"You saw him? As a King?" he smiles slowly, brightening, "Did he marry? Have children?"

[bythewaves]

"I did." He says shyly.

"He married a local lass - a fisherman's daughter. They were a good match! And she gave him a large, happy family - two boys and three girls."

[castintoflames]

"I could not wish for more for him! Five children..." he shakes his head in happy wonder, "I do not know what I would have done to help rear little ladies."

But he would have learned quickly.

[bythewaves]

"The same as you did to help rear your cousins, I should think! I was not there - I tried not to impose. But I watched, and they were certainly calmer than Irisse and Artanis!

[castintoflames]

"Oh I made a mess of rearing them! They never listened and often argued." and usually they were right, "I would have loved them."

[bythewaves]

"I don't think our cousins would have listened to anyone in honesty! But I think you would have made a most indulgent uncle."

[castintoflames]

"Sharp words and a sweet look were often enough to break me." he grins, "Too indulgent, I think. They would have been spoiled."

[bythewaves]

"We all had that weakness - our cousins taught us well! Probably a good thing we were not involved."

[castintoflames]

"They grew to be more disciplined in our absence. Men have so little time to learn how to be grown." Maedhros still struggles with the concept!

[bythewaves]

"They are like swift fires." He sighs softly. "I miss Elros, but he was content with his lot".

[castintoflames]

"I shall find him. Men indeed go to another place, but that will not stop me." he squeezes Maglor's shoulder, "I will find our Elros."

[bythewaves]

"You assume he wants to be found! He was never one for looking back once he set his course."

Maglor points out the emblems of Numenor on the wall when he spots them.

"That was his sigil. His descendents now use that one there, the white tree and seven stars of Elendil's House."

[castintoflames]

"He will accept me; he will not run." not his...their...Elros. Maedhros will catch him and hold him fast - if only for a few moments.

"Our little tree." he murmurs, "So strong, so tall."