>>6068666"Well, then, perhaps we should introduce ourselves then?" The red haired boy stands. "I am Eric Fellant. Heir to Ellia." He looks to his left.
The pale boy stands and speaks quietly, "Zachariah Reid. Of the Winterlands."
The tall islander girl stands, oozing femininity. Her revealing clothing reveals numerous tattoos covering her arms, chest, and legs, displaying symbols and patterns whose significance you could not guess. "Andrea Pelerine. I am from Issi."
The blonde girl next to her stands. She is beautiful as well, but in a way totally unlike Andrea. Whereas Andrea is full-bodied and sensuous, the blonde girl is slender and delicate. "I am the Princess Annabella Goins, of the Kingdom of Pan." She says formally.
Sasha is next. She does not stand, "Sasha Toussle, of Crain." She says in her hoarse, demure voice.
The young boy stands up on his chair, glaring briefly at Eric. "I am Nicholas Watford. From Borealis! Do not call me Nick!" He says, still sounding upset from earlier, when he finishes, he falls down onto his rear with a huff.
"Me then?" The lithe, black haired girl asks in a delicate voice with a coy smile. "Nancy Meier, just from Varyne." She shrugs.
The massive man has been glancing towards the kitchen impatiently this whole time, "John-Patrick Horford. You can call me JP. Of Duluth. Hungry."
The muscular man next to him slowly stands, his musculature is visible even beneath the thick cloth shirt he has on. "Iain Gerrard, of the Gerrard clan, high clan of Nethos." He sits.
You stand, swaggering, "Pleased to meet you all, I am Marshall Kabot, of Free Chalmuth." You bow.
The Erratian stands, "And I am Messian Zane, crown prince of Errat. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Before you can begin to speak, the kitchen door bursts open, and servants come pouring out, carrying plates and treys and glasses and bottles, and swarming over you and the other champions like ants. When they depart, a delectable spread is set out before you: A roast peacock, tail still in-tact, roast potatoes, boats of gravy, a suckling pig with crisp skin, honeyed mushrooms, and so much more, along with several bottle of fine red wine.
You pour yourself a glass and stand, "Well then, a toast, to a night of friendship, before one hundred nights of enmity!"
JP, already sucking the meat off of a rib, is the first to join the toast. "I'll drink to that!"
One by one, the others join the toast, some enthusiastically, others reluctantly, and others giving no hints as to their thoughts about it.
You drain your first glass of wine and begin to fill your plate. Eric stands to speak. "Now, I understand that some, or perhaps all of you, have aspirations to be Emperor, or perhaps your father wishes for your House to inhabit the Imperial seat. But, on this night of friendship, I will extend this offer: throw in your lot with me now, and be rewarded. Oppose me, and live to regret it when the Imperial Knights are mine to command."
