The_Deadliest_Troll
Melon Lord
-A Night at the Manor Labeau-
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-Guest List-
Joan Louain - Linamina
Garrick Neverwin - Ovalteenies
Frelda Knollin - Znowcicle
Climbs-Through-Craft - Captain Nagisus
Welcome to the Manor Labeau...
-6th, Sun's Dusk 4E 203 at the Manor Labeau, just before the party is to start-
Everything was perfect. The air in the marshes outside was delightuflly still, and it was warmer than the area must have normally been at this time of year; the perfect evening for the perfect party. Inside the manor, things seemed to be even more in order than anyone had planned. The maid was scuffling about the place franticly making last minute adjustments. She jumped at the slightest noise as if expecting her master to be over her shoulder, ready to explode if she placed one vase at a wrong angle or left one speck of dust on an end table. Master Labeau demanded perfection although to the naked eye, it all would have seemed pristine.
But not to Phineas Labeau's. Everything in the place had to be beyond the expected for his guests. He walked into the entry hall and began giving the place one last look-over before people started arriving. The manor was just about ready by now. After all, he had had Lisa working on it for the past twenty-four hours. He couldn't remember if he'd allowed her a break or not. She had done a good job. Although he hated to admit it, the place looked fantastic.
The rugs in the entry hall were clean and straight; sure to feel plush under the feet of his guests. Surely they would appreciate that. The entry hall istelf was grand. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the marvelous wood carvings of men on horseback and the beautiful, old tapestries brought from High Rock with the jovial flickering of flames. In a matter of minutes, Philip, the butler, would be standing at the large, gilded oaken door taking coats from their numerous guests and welcoming them to the manor. He smirked at himself for a moment and then remembered the task at hand.
He walked into the next room his guests would likely enter; the living room. The first thing anyone would notice was the large, brick fireplace in the center of the room. The warmth inside of it was already crackling happily. Around the fire sat large, comfortable looking armchairs of assorted hues of red and blue. Phineas clapped his hands once as he imagined his guests enjoying eachother's company while gathered around this flame, "Ah, glorious." He almost had an urge to pat himself on the back, then he came back to reality, "LISA!" he shouted for the maid. She was at his side in a moment; almost shivering.
"Yes sire?" she squeeked timidly.
"I must ask," he began walking briskly toward the dining hall, the maid following with quick steps, "have you finished setting the tables in the dining hall?"
"Yes Master Labeau, I have." she took a deep breath and continued, "I had just finished that and was about to finish up dusting the banisters, sir." She looked at him expectantly as the both of them entered the room in question.
"Good," he said shortly, "you may go. Our guests will be here any minute!" With that, she ran off faster than Phineas would have thought possible.
The dining hall was indeed in splendid shape. He would be proud to host a dinner in this room. The tables were clothed in golden colored, silk cloths and set with fine ivory plates embelished with gold. He continued quickly to the kitchen, the small flames atop the candles that were set on the table swaying in his wake.
The door to the kitchen swung open with force as Phineas stepped inside. The chef was hard at work stirring something inside a cauldron. "It's nearly time, Daniel. I pray things are in order?" He knew they would be without asking, but it was a habit of his to ask either way. If there was one thing Phineas knew, it was that his chef could always be counted on. For anything.
"Aye sir." The chef called over his shoulder, still stirring the contents of his pot. "Dinner will be ready for your guests. I'm sure they'll love it." He turned around and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "You know my stew is to die for sir!" The both of them laughed heartily and Phineas nodded as he walked out.
When he arrived back in the entry hall, he noticed a few of his guests had already been arriving. Aela and Skjor of the companions were there, looking a bit uncomfortable in their fine clothing. Phineas chuckled to himself. Tolfdir from the College was standing in the doorway, handing his coat to the butler before stepping in. Phineas greated them all warmly and called for his maid to show them to the living room and serve them drinks.
He hoped his wife and son would soon come downstairs and join him in the entry hall to welcome more guests as they arrived.