Post by Neronis Voxel on May 13, 2013 21:30:42 GMT -5
Voxel didn't want to miss out on this gathering. While he was quiet for the introductory ceremonies, he was quick to sit alongside his comrades-at-arms. Being a Noxian, he was a man who was privileged for such things and he enjoyed them. Life was something to savor with a glass of wine and a good biscuit. He waited until the others sat down so he could take his own seat as well.
He was dressed in an elaborate attire of fine clothing with gems and gold jewelry inlaid in a symmetrical pattern. Fine furs wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and rings were encircling various fingers upon his hands. "A toast," he said as he rose up a goblet filled with red wine. "To the coronation of a new general, to the victories and successes that brought our country to where it stands now, and to the greatest gift of all: Life. We are all where we stand now because we have forged our own destinies. Because we have the strength and the dedication to achieve what normal human beings would dream of. Because...we are forever strong, forever lasting!" He flashed a proud grin as he finished his little speech.
Post by The Master Tactician on May 13, 2013 23:53:18 GMT -5
The Grand General sat reticent at the table's head, crimson eyes darting back and forth over the prestigious assemblage. He clasped his calloused hands beneath the table in his lap, drawing himself in close against some imagined chill. The slightest weary chuckle, barely more than an exhalation of breath, escaped him over Bleakwood and Agammond's exchange. At his shoulder, his fiendish familiar chirruped and cooed, excited by the scents of cheese and produce.
A servant placed the Grand General's salad bowl before him. He did not partake. His shroud remained in place, as always, but a trembling hand plucked a raspberry from the bed of greens and offered it to his bird. She gobbled it down, clicking her beak in satisfaction.
When The Gauntlet made his toast, Swain raised his goblet dutifully, then set it again upon the table before him without taking a sip. He picked another berry from the salad plate for his familiar before pushing it away. Again, the raven accepted her treat with gusto. Again, the Grand General folded his hands in his lap.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on May 13, 2013 23:58:43 GMT -5
Girard shook his head in mirth as he received the first course of his meal, taking an initial bite as he listened to the stories of his fellow High Command Generals. "'Tis a pity that I was not in Ionia; Perhaps I may not have missed out on so many of these stories you both keep telling." Girard leaned back into his chair as he took another bite, thinking back to those bygone days. "I think that I was still stationed in Freljord, in charge of our primary base of operations there while the bulk of our army went off to Ionia." He said after swallowing. "I rather enjoyed the cold, but the barbarian raids became tiresome after a while, and their mages were...Frustrating to take down." Girard pursed his lips and took another bite.
As Neronis raised his glass, so, too, did Girard. "Forever Strong!"
Post by Decavian Theun on May 14, 2013 0:28:41 GMT -5
Decavian was already seated by the time the servants started giving out food plates. He waited patiently for the more veteran commanders to give out their introductions and then, he gave his own.
"Hello, Miss Mordenheim. My name is Decavian Thuen. I must apologize for my forwardness earlier. You are the first commander who joined after me, even though I joined a year ago." Decavian's own medal was left in his pocket. As much as he appreciated his role, it was not something to show off. He must show professionalism.
"Ahh, salads and cheese. Most appetizing. I trust that there would be mushrooms and patte cheese?" Decavian said as the servants brought his own plate.
Decavian continued to smile and took out his favorite coin, starting to play with it by moving it across his fingers. Decavian would not take his face off of Valeria until she answered, merely to be polite.
Valeria listened intently to each General's introduction, not wanting to let anyone feel ignored by their newest peer. She certainly had respect for her elders, each man having had a significant contribution to Noxus already in their careers. Zorn seemed like the boisterous big man; Bleakwood and Voxel living up to their warrior image. Laurentine was polite, while Theun was... eager. She returned each one's greeting and affirmation, taking a minute sip with every 'forever strong' uttered, all the while eating at a modest pace but never really slowing down with the biscuits and cheese.
"Fascinating. I will have to be quick to prove myself then, as to not appear so small alongside such veteran leaders. I hope my talents can be put to good use, in such a case."
It seemed General Decavian was the most socially forward of the lot, his attention affixed on her. Valeria simply maintained her tone, even as her mood slowly changed. "I'm certain there are enough varieties for everyone, General Theun." indeed, the Sinful Succulence's Catering wouldn't be hailed the best if it didn't consider the refined taste of Noxus's upper crust. Whatever one looked for, it was there.
Valeria again glanced at Swain. He must be feeling under the weather to not be eating, and had a hint of concern on her face. She meanwhile, was eating because she was not well... the irony.
Second Appetizer
After enough time would pass and everyone had their fill of the salad and cheese round, the tables and platters were cleared from the table as second appetizer was brought in. Large steaming pots were placed on the table, revealing a cream soup, with the slightest hint of pink- Bisque, a soup made from crustacean stock. There was also plates of salmon patte and geese and poro cold cuts.
Everyone would be served small bowls of the Bisque. Valeria helped herself to a platter of the avian cold cuts, though hesitated a moment when she came eye to eye with beatrice.
"Ah..." She placed the plate down and opted instead for Poro cold cuts.
Last Edit: May 14, 2013 20:17:40 GMT -5 by valeria
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 14, 2013 21:36:32 GMT -5
Andre had only lightly eaten on the salad, but now there was MEAT. Fancy meat that wasn't worth it's weight in copper in his opinion, but meat nevertheless. When the poro cold cuts came around, he took a healthy portion. Same with the Geese.
Andre focused on the food, as he was a horrible conversationalist.
Post by Maria Blackwind on May 15, 2013 1:09:59 GMT -5
Maria had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout the ceremony, content with simply applauding when prompted and remaining as close the buffet table as possible, while consuming a downright frightening amount of dead Poro.
She turned her head to Andre, swallowing her mouthful of dead animal before speaking.
Thoughts on the new blood? She looks rather... Young, to be a replacement for Thalk.
The augmented General shrugged, the medals adorning her finery jingling slightly.
Although judging by her timeline, she's older than her appearance suggests. Time will tell, I suppose.
She turned towards the aforementioned "new blood", her eyes whirring quietly.
Post by The Deceiver on May 15, 2013 1:31:13 GMT -5
The Grand General would feel a brush across his shoulders, though no presence could be seen. He would hear the familiar, soft coos of the Deceiver's voice in his ear. "Jericho, darling, forgive me my tardiness but I thought this time, I could be a little...mm, fashionably, late. I do hope you have room at the table for one more, by your side, yes?"
Post by Girard Laurentine III on May 15, 2013 1:50:02 GMT -5
Girard took a portion of both the soup and the Poro cold cuts. As usual, he was waiting, saving his breath for a time when his contribution would be worth speaking. Better not to speak than to prattle on endlessly, as some were apt to do...
Girard noticed, as he was eating, that Theun had taken....A particular interest in Valeria. He mad a mental note to keep an eye on the...Enthusiastic general.
Post by Zorn Agammond on May 15, 2013 2:11:19 GMT -5
Zorn was helping himself to more of the meat than the other generals, stacking it high upon his plate with a happy smile upon his face, he looked to Andre a cheerful grin upon his face as he pats his large belly, "Bah! It's just nature's natural cushion! The fall from the horse would have probably broke something otherwise."
Had it been anyone else other than Andre commenting on his weight in such a way, the response would have been much less... Cheerful.
"And anyway, we were more then formidable, the Ionian's never stood a chance against me!" He takes another sip from the glass of wine.
Last Edit: May 15, 2013 2:31:18 GMT -5 by Zorn Agammond
Post by The Master Tactician on May 15, 2013 9:33:31 GMT -5
The slightest flare of crimson eyes reflected off the polished plates and goblets as the matron's voice fluttered in his ear. Just to his right, the high backed chair that might usually have accommodated Darius had yet to be occupied. For you, my dove? Always, came his soundless answer.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on May 15, 2013 16:13:33 GMT -5
Darius entered quite late into the ceremony, something certainly not like him. His stride was tall and quiet and he did his best attempt to ensure that no scene was made. He was dressed in proper military attire and made his way towards the table and to his seat and made his way towards his designated spot.
If any were keen at all there was the slightest hint of a familiar sanguine liquid upon his person. Washed away quickly, though it still was there.
Post by Decavian Theun on May 15, 2013 16:58:53 GMT -5
Decavian tasted some cheese from his plate and set it aside.
"Why, of course, Miss Mordenheim. I'm sure you were prepared for the more... Delicate taste of some of your guests." Decavian eyed some guests out in the crowd who he knew they were large eaters. He was careful, however, not to look at Zorn.
Decavian then turned to Zorn and spoke in a respectful manner. "Why, I've read about that victory. A fine one indeed, Agammond. Why won't we all toast for this victory and more to come eh? Decavian said as he took his cup up.
But then, the Hand of Noxus, General Darius, arrived. Decavian noted the liquid, which he assumed to be blood but he did not comment on that. The last thing he needed was troubles with the hulk of a man. "Greetings, general." Decavian said when Darius was in range.
Post by The Master Tactician on May 15, 2013 18:03:40 GMT -5
No sooner had the exchange passed through his mind than the Hand of Noxus entered and took his seat. Darius' promptness was generally unparalleled. The Grand General's expression darkened. To a passing servant he remarked, "Bring an extra chair," indicating the space at his left. The servant bowed low and hurried off.
Swain leaned slightly to his right, addressing his second in a barely audible rasp. "What happened." The servant returned bearing the requested chair and slid it dutifully beneath the table to the Grand General's left. Again, he bowed and hurried away.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on May 15, 2013 22:56:54 GMT -5
Decavian was acknowledged with a look and nod before he seated himself besides the Grand General. His response betrayed no pain.
"I had an altercation before my arrival and I made a mess." Darius stated. "...I was required to backtrack for a change of clothes and to dress a wound or two. Forgive the delay. I'll give you a full report later...if that's fine."
There was a ceremony to attend in the meanwhile, he was here now. In his opinion, the rest could wait.
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