This chapter is small and insignificant, I know. Excuses, explinations, and some other stuff are at the bottom. enjoy!
Chapter 60: Thanksgiving Feast
I walked down the marble spiral staircase. It was getting dark now, and the Thanksgiving feast that the white knights were holding was starting soon. Jamie, our new friend, led the way; looking happier then I'd ever seen him look before. We were going to have a long night, with much celebration.
Even though the mood of celebration infected everybody like an unstoppable disease, a shadow lingered in the air, in the form of the Noob Exterminators, along with their new member, the sexy, unstoppable Rogue. I remembered, with a twinge of anger, their taunting faces as they robbed the white knight museum.
We arrived at the bottom of the stairs, and turned a corner. There was a closed oak-panelled door, with a white knight standing by it, looking extremely bored. I could hear the low thump of music from behind the door.
"Hello, and welcome to the white knight Thanksgiving feast," he droned dully, as if he'd memorised this, and said it a hundred times before. "May you please show us your identity or an invitation?"
Jamie stepped forward, and flourished a small card with his details on it that he needed as a white knight. The white knight by the door nodded, and allowed us all to pass.
The moment I stepped inside the feast hall, I was flabbergasted. A huge table filled most of the hall, and this table was absolutely crammed with the most delicious of foods. Several huge turkeys lay there on large golden platters. Huge glass bowls of salad were also a common sight on the table. Plates of bread, hunks of meat, and several huge platters of vegetables and potatoes covered the vast size of the table.
The RuneScape Rockers that I saw in the Easter party in Varrock were performing a very quick-paced song on a stage up ahead. A wooden dance floor dominated the area in front of the stage, with several happy couples dancing to the music. White knights stood guard around the edge of the room, watching out for trouble. A bar on our side of the room sold drinks. It would open later on.
I smiled, feeling at peace at last. I offered my arm to Amy11. She smiled, and accepted it. I knew I wasn't a good dancer, but did I care? No.
I danced around the floor with Amy11, not caring how many times I trod on her toes. When we finished our dance, I had a quick dance with Slinky, who gracefully danced around with me. After that, I went to the table to tuck into some food.
There was so much choice, I couldn't choose. I settled on two turkey drumsticks, several potatoes and lumps of meat, a small portion of salad, and a topping of delicious gravy. I dug in, really enjoying my delicious meal. Amy11 stared at me with disgust, as she nibbled on a piece of carrot. I looked at her, confused.
The night wore on. The RuneScape Rockers played several different melodies, the instruments blending together to make the most beautiful music ever known to man.
As I stared appreciatively at the band, I noticed someone staring at me from the corner of my vision. I turned around to face the offending person. It was a man who was rather tall, and painfully thin. He had messy dark brown hair like the end of a mop, and brown eyes with a hopeless, dead, dank look. He wore baggy black clothes, and a rather long black cape. He wore sturdy leather boots. A steel sword hung from a holster on his black clothes. When he noticed I'd seen him, he bolted to the door faster then anything else I'd seen, and ran off.
I was confused. Who was this dodgy man? Why did he run off? Why did they even let him in the party? Questions buzzed around my brain like angry bees.
The bar opened, and there was a mad rush. I groaned in frustration as I waited in queue to buy drinks for everyone.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the front. A white knight stared at me, looking bored out of his mind already.
"Hello, what can I get you?" he asked robotically.
"Can I have two fruit blast cocktails, three beers, a wizard's mind bomb, and two dragon bitters please?" I asked, looking at the menu hanging overhead. He sighed, and prepared all the drinks in a flurry of hands, beer taps and glasses. Sooner or later, a row of drinks stood in front of me. I sighed, thinking about how on earth I was going to carry them all. Cedric sniggered from behind me.
I lost it at that moment. I swung around and punched him on the nose. He staggered back, blood dripping from his broken nose.
"You….punched me," he gasped. "Nobody who isn't a black knight has punched me before." I balled my fist, prepared to knock his pathetic taunting jaw off. He pulled up his white knight shield, grinning evilly. "You do realise I have the power to expel you and your stupid little friends from this castle, and this city forever," he taunted. Several white knights led by Jamie marched forward.
"Cedric, please don't wind him up," Jamie said. Cedric snorted.
"You can't tell me what to do," he chuckled. "That's my job." Jamie looked angry at this. Before anything worse could happen, Cedric decided to back off. Muttering to himself, he walked out of the party. I and Jamie gathered up the drinks, paid for them, and returned to our friends.
"Finally, I'm thirsty as can be!" Capablanca yelled. Mark nodded in agreement. I handed the fruit blasts to the girls (Amy11 and Slinky), a beer to Aaron and another one to Jamie, the dragon bitters to Capablanca and to Mark, and the wizard's mind bomb to Osrie1. I kept the other beer, and drunk deeply from it. It tasted sweet, but bitter in my mouth, and I started feeling dizzy.
The rest of the night was a blur. I danced, ate, drunk, watched, and even kissed a little with the girls in our group. Sooner or later, dozens of waiters came out to take away the massive empty plated which once held food. They returned with a delicious sight- bowls of cream and fruit, pots of chocolate and strawberry sauces, mountains of chocolate balls, dishes of tasty pies with berries, chocolate and apple, plates of trifle and cakes of all sorts-it was indescribable. My mouth watered at the sight of all this very, very delicious food.
Of course, I ate some more until I felt sick. Everything was equally delicious. I would never forget the creamy taste of the trifle, the juicy flesh of the apples, and the warm filling of the pies. I left the castle that night, full of food and happiness.
A thought struck me as we walked across the castle bridge. We'd said our goodbyes to Sir Amik Varze and Jamie for the day at the castle exit, since they slept inside the castle, and told us they couldn't allow us to unless we were white knights. Capablanca decided to come with us.
"Where are we going to sleep?" I wondered aloud. The others stopped. Capablanca spoke.
"In my house," he answered. "It has enough rooms and beds-I haven't been in it since we were in Lumbridge, so it might be a bit dusty." I nodded. This seemed like a satisfactory conclusion to the day.
Capablanca led us into the town square. The night was black, and dotted with shining stars, and the air was chilly. There weren't many people in the square, but the bar opposite us seemed bustling with noise, sound and behaviour. Capablanca led us through several streets. We passed a bank or two, and huge gardens that I was too tired and drunk to examine properly.
After a while, we arrived at a house. It had three floors, and seemed pretty normal. Like everything else in this city, it was made from shining pale marble. Capablanca fiddled with some keys, and unlocked the door. We rushed past him inside.
It was rather plain. Cream wallpaper and red carpets surrounded the area. I looked inside the living room. Brown chairs and couches stood everywhere, along with several glass tables. The kitchen was made from marble tiles, with a few cookers, a larder, and a table with several chairs for eating. Looking up the stairs, I saw several rooms which were obviously bathrooms and bedrooms. Capablanca ran up the stairs with pieces of paper, and ran back town.
"I've written names on those pieces of paper, and stuck them to the doors. Those will be your rooms," he explained. I nodded, thanked him, patted him on the back, and ran upstairs.
One of the first rooms was mine. 'Mainiac97 and Osrie1' was written on the paper in Capablanca's untidy scrawl. I ran inside, and there was more cream walls and red carpet. I liked the design of the place. Two comfortable-looking beds sat there. I threw my bag into a corner, and jumped onto a bed. As I stared outside at the streets, I'm sure I saw a mysterious figure wearing black, staring up at the house with gaunt, dead eyes before I fell to sleep. It was the same man from the party-who was he? Why was he following us?
Thanks for reading, and please review with opinions and advice!
Why this was so short. I wanted to have a chapter in itself for the feast, because there was so much description, developing cedric's character, and introducing a new charater. Who could it be, hmm, the man with gaunt, dead eyes?
Well, it's the end of the Thanksgiving line, even though it's approx 2 weeks late. I started it, was very busy, and only now finish it. I didn't have time to proofread it, so it may have some errors. If so, let me know and I shall edit.
Look foward to Christmas, coming up next! merry Christmas, one and alL! *dances to jingle bell rock*
Until next time, toodles!
P.S. Are my ANs too long? but I have a LOT to say....