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

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

"Not joining in the fun? Gotta be kinda lonely back here by yourself."

Terry has never been the staggeringly drunk type, but he likes a beer with the rest of them. Not that there's much of a choice in the matter around here, of course, but hey. Either way, he sees a guy by himself, he's gonna damn well socialize.

"So that guy back there was a God or something, huh? Not too familiar with dealing with those. Got any tips?" he asks. Street smarts sometimes involves familiarizing yourself with new streets.

[windfang]

"I'm quite well."

A sigh soon followed as Yasha regarded the chipper blond with a bored gaze. Yasha remembered the Southtown punk as a mindless vagabond, the kind that thinks more with his fists than with his head. While he does remember being mildly impressed by how well the older Bogard fights, Yasha couldn't help but feel the need to judge the other harshly for his daring techniques. Nevertheless, the Demigod chose to acknowledge Terry's presence with an answer. It would be rather rude of him not to do so.

"If you are seeking for an easy answer as to how to defeat a deity, then allow me to state here and now that there's no answer." Yasha replied honestly.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

If Terry knew about Yasha's objections to the way he lived his life, he probably would just shrug it off. It wouldn't be the first time he's had people nagging him about his lack of attachments, his rough and ready life. Maybe it wouldn't have turned out like that if his Dad hadn't died -- or maybe he would've always turned out this way. Either way, Terry's satisfied with how things are. He's a lone wolf, after all. Though he would wonder how Yasha knew the specifics.

He shrugs. "Not like I was expecting a win button or anything. I like a challenge as much as the next guy. Just thought maybe you'd have some ins on their thinking. Ah well. I'll just wing it as I go along." He raises his mug. "I'll survive anyway. Always have."

He tilts his head. "So what kinda place do you come from, anyway?"

[windfang]

Terry's original question gave food for thought. How does one win against a "god"? It's not something that Yasha ever thought of before, so he doesn't quite have an answer. The advice he would give Terry was the same for everyone, always expect the unexpected. Yet, that alone wouldn't prepare anyone who dares to face a deity. Even when Yasha interjected with the negotiations, he didn't know what to expect from Guan Yu.

"Winging it is usually the best solution." Yasha uttered to himself.

Now somewhat taken back by the sudden interest, the Demigod answered plainly with a faint smirk. "I hail from the Shinkoku Trastrium Empire."

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

"Fine with me. Planning too hard bites you in the ass anyway." He tilts his hat up, grinning.

The buff young man nods. "Sounds like a mouthful. Nice place? I come from Southtown myself. Bit of a dump, but it's home." He's actually pretty fond of the place, but he might as well be truthful about it.