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Old 06-06-2006, 04:41 PM   #3
Thinlómien
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Night One begins...

The ice-floe drifted for a couple of days on the unknown seas. But on the third day of floating the Elves marked something weird in the horizon. There was a flock of strange birds they had never seen before coming towards them. They were elegant in their black and white, incarnations of true beauty. The Elves looked at them in astonishment: those magnificent creatures didn’t fly on air like other birds, but flew in the water swimming with the grace the Elves had never thought possible.

The gallant birds, penguins - as the Men of the later ages called them, but to which the elves had no word for - surrounded the floe and quacked amiably. Those gentle creatures took the floe and started carrying it to a new direction. The Elves were astonished, but let the birds do what they were doing. There was no better choice at the moment. No one dared to touch these magnificient animals whose origin was unknown to them.

As the evening was drawing to a close they noticed an island in the horizon. The penguins were steering the floe determinedly towards it. The island was small, but there was a major building in the middle of it, all lit up and shining for miles away. Eventually they got to the shore as the stars were just starting to glow. The penguins rushed around them and the Elves showed their gratefulness by patting them on the head, stroking, and even hugging them. A few cries were heard since the penguins rewarded some overfriendliness with a sharp peck, but generally the scene was very warm. The penguins started pointing towards the palace in the middle of the island. The Elves thanked their odd guides once more and started to climb the hill to the palace waiting for them up there.

The doors were open. Warm candle light from the great chandeliers welcomed them to an extensive assembly hall. There was no sign of any living creature to be seen. The Master or the Mistress of the house seemed not to be present, but there was an abundant meal set ready for eighteen in the Great Hall to their left. The starving Elves didn’t hesitate, but hurried to the table with passion. All the main courses, fruits and delicacies one could imagine were laid ready: a whole deer filled with pheasants, whole roasted piglets with apples in their mouths, lamb tagine with apricots in a huge bowl, several smoked salmons, shark’s fin soup and turtle broth, steamed artichokes with fennel, tomatoes and beans with ginger, cream and cheese gratinated cauliflower, ostrichs’ tongues, quail’s eggs, frog legs, goose liver, sturgeon caviar, ants in honey, pineapple with mint and caster sugar, prunes and plumes, grapes and kiwi fruits, coconuts, tiramisu, saffron-spiced rice pudding, halva, apple pie with vanilla sauce, truffles, hazelnut brownies... And there was no shortage on beverages either: the finest wines and champagnes, meads and ales of various sorts, freshly squeezed fruit juices, cold spring water and numerous teas flavoured with all imaginable herbs.

“But where is Lady Elenwë?” Valier, the chambermaid, asked in the middle of the meal. All the party had been concentrating on filling their stomachs and no one had noticed that their mistress was gone.

“I saw her in, and my Lady surely entered the house” said Roa_Aoife, Elenwë’s personal guard, “but I haven’t seen her since I saw the meal.”

The others were quite overtaken by the news and started to grow restless. No one could accuse Roa though. They had all been lured by the meal.

“We must find her!” Macalaure, Lord Turgon’s nephew proclaimed.

“We must find who?” asked Dimwë the half-wit, Elenwë’s second cousin.

“She hasn’t used her pot” Kitanna dropped in, looking worried.

“Not here. Master not here” called a strange croaking voice from above them. Everyone tried to spot the speaker. “Look there, it’s a parrot!” shouted Boromir88, the Mouth of Turgon. They glanced up to see the green bird swinging on a perch high, near the roof. There was a moment of silence. “Rooms upstairs. Good night!” The parrot took to its wings and disappeared through the open roof window.

They were all filled and tired and confused. “I think noble ladies know when to get some sleep as well as we simpler ones” said Naria, the goat herder. “Right. Let’s go to sleep” agreed Encaitare, the standard-bearer. The elves were too weary and tired to mind the peculiarity of the situation. They decided to think about it the next day.

There were bedrooms available on the second floor, all made ready to sleep in. They snuggled up in the soft cushions and luxurious linens.

Instantly they all fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Little did they know of what would ensue...


Players
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Naria - Family's goat herder
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress
Firefoot- Aredhel's friend
Jenny - An Embroiderer, lost, not related
Roa - Elenwë's personal guard
phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Boromir - The Mouth of Turgon
spawn - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist
Eonwe - Turgon's herald


NIGHT 1 begins now.

Werepenguins PM at will to make your plans until the start of the Day1.
Seer pick your dream and PM it to Nogrod.
Hunter, you may PM Nogrod your choice whenever you wish.
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