FEAST!

[the_last_free_mods]

With Qin's army pushed back, Thor called all of his guests to the palace, along with many of the other warriors of Midgard. Strange machines from forgotten pantheons that sought refuge, Valkyries in Thor's service, regular humans who took up arms and many others. Most of them looked upon the heroes from the bifrost in awe. Everyone was led by attendants to a huge, long room with polished stone floors, filled with rows of long tables of beautiful craftsmanship. Thor himself, a nine foot tall image of manly perfection in furs and leather, stood up from his seat at a table that was different from the other only in that it was big enough to make room for the god's large size, addressed the room.

"My guests! My friends! You have fought well this day and driven the enemy before you so much cattle! You have bent them to your will with martial skill and pure fury! You have made me proud and given me knew hope for the race of man!"

He raised a drinking horn high into the air, his voice thundering like, well, like a thunder god. "Tonight, eat, drink, and celebrate! Tonight we feast!"

With that, attendants and human servants brought in huge trays of food. The focus is on beer, bread, and meat, but there are plenty of other options for those so inclined. They only serve soft drinks to children (Anyone under 16), but by the standards of this place beer and mead are soft drinks. All around the room, musicians, dancers, and acrobats provided entertainment.

It was a hell of a party.

[A less frantic chance for people to meet face to face. The remainder of the action log shall continue to be backtagged for as long as necessary, but ICly the battle is done.]

Comments

[super_woolf]

"Listen to the kid! If I had taken down a dragon I'd be introducing myself as 'Woolf Enneacle: Dragon Slayer."

[second_destiny]

"It was..." Asem was about to say that it was a lucky shot, but then he realized that wouldn't fly -- he hit the dragon plenty of times.

"I just had the chance to focus on it. Someone else was battling the fighters, so that gave me the chance."

[super_woolf]

"You know there's only nine of them? Dragons, that is. I was talking to a refugee from Qin earlier. Only nine dragons and you killed one of them!"

He slapped Asem on the back, "Damn good in my book. I mean sure, they keep coming back, but still."

He wasn't quite sure where to go after "but still". Eventually he settled on "Damn good."

[second_destiny]

"Whoa, really?" Asem was surprised to hear that. Based on what he had heard, he had imagined the force they had fought to be one one-millionth of the Qin's fighting strength -- and that was being generous.

"Wait, what do you mean, coming back?"

[super_woolf]

"I dunno. They reincarnate or something. This whole place is like some traveling circus of mythology, so why not?"

[second_destiny]

"So why celebrate my defeating it if it's just gonna come back?"

[super_woolf]

"Because it's awesome."

[second_destiny]

Yeah, this was getting nowhere. Might as well settle in.

"Hey, can you clear a spot for me? I've still got food on my plate."