Robert
King Gregor Grunewald
Castle Grunewald, Taemar

The musicians stopped playing.The king's fist tightened around his dagger when the man by the name of Judas blatantly disregarded the rules that he set out about *Throwing* The dagger at the hog. To add insult to injury, he used magic to attempt to kill the beast. The blood rushed loudly through Gregor's ears as the hall went silent. Guests began to put down their daggers at the abrupt end of the Hog Dangle. 

The hog crashed to the table and sprang back to life, albeit headless. Then, it charged. 

"DO YOU THINK I ORCHESTRATED FOR THIS MAN TO MAKE A MOCKERY OF OUR KINGDOM'S TRADITIONS, MAITH?!" Gregor roared at the Pirate King over the screams of the guests. 

"MY LORD, THE HOG!" Kenmath cried, quivering violently in the corner. 

"MOVE!" King Gregor said, shoving the Astorian knight out of his way as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbow. His deep voice was thunderous, echoing through the hall over the ever-growing dissonance. He lunged forward and tackled the undead hog. A great deal of blood shot out of its gaping neck, splattering the Lady of Araedia who always smelled of wine. Gregor stood and then brought all of his weight back down on the hog over and over again, body slamming it until it was an unmoving pile of broken bones viscera. 

"Gods, you've killed it," King Daniel Black said in awe. Queen Elle looked as though she was moments away from vomiting. Sir Heath looked as though he had seen it all before, a million times over. 

"This is no good," King Gregor muttered, brushing some of the blood and flesh off of his fur coat. His lips turned down in disgust and he pointed back and forth at the eviscerated hog. "We can't use this one. The magic already ruined the meat before the bloody thing hit the fucking table.

Kenmath will butcher a fresh hog in the back and serve that for dinner."

"Ay, my Lord!" Kenmath bowed loyally and scurried off to prepare a proper first course. King Gregor breathed heavily through his nose, his breath steaming like a bull about to charge. The candles flickered, casting harsh shadows over the faces of the nobles. 

"*You*," King Gregor snarled, pointing at Judas. He walked to the corner where the man had cowered and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt, dragging his feet along. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? USING MAGIC IN A ROOM FULL OF EVERY BLOODY KING AND QUEEN ON THIS GODDAMN CONTINENT?! DID YOU PLAN FOR YOUR HELL BEAST TO KILL US ALL?!" He barked. His knuckles turned white and he shook the man to prod a quicker response. "Murderous cunt!"
Katherine
**Anyanka Durkhan
Literal pig Hell**

The damned beast hit the table, and before Bradai could finish yelling it came back to life, and charged towards Arin. King Gregor somehow ended up with it in the chaos that ensued, and with every strike of his meaty elbow into the poor porkers side, Anya flinched. Once the beast was nothing more than a broken mush of unretained sausage, Anya swallowed thickly, and fainted.
Wyatt
**Judas Merrilweather

Apparently blamed for HorrorHog™, Vallen**

Being dragged along by Gregor was probably the most exciting thing that had happened to Judas in a while. When they stopped and the old king shook him, Judas felt confused. "Murderous? My king, I have no intention to deal any of you harm." 

When the shaking was done Judas fell out of the man's grip, brushing off his collar before continuing. "I have never seen a hog before, nevertheless a castle like this. " Judas held the shattered jar and plant in his free hand, and the roots twisted and grew around the jar like a vase. It was somewhat calming and mesmerizing to the eye, but it was incredibly boring. The glass shards clicked back together to show a soft design of sorts, and Judas fell to a knee, holding the plant carefully. "I'm... Let me catch my breath.." He coughed, "I'm a botanist by trade, all I have is lands useless to all but me, but it's home." He wheezed as he set the plant down at the King's feet, continuing to talk quietly. "The animal was not my doing, whenever my abilities occur they often give me nausea or nosebleeds, like when you get seasick kind of nausea. T-that there is... Runecraft or blood magic. Something that requires a great deal of preparation - you all saw me, I was and remain unarmed and without help." Looking around at the nobility that lined the room, as the mask hid all emotion from his expressions it was likely hard to tell what he was feeling. His voice sounded excited and chipper as it had before the hog became, well, whatever it did. "My magic is not as... Precise as I hoped... Instead it turned the petals that was my gift to the King of Vallen into a flower. A Moonlit Whitecap. Don't touch it, please. I can explain in a moment if you'd like before you throw me out - but the hog was not my doing. I grow flowers, not reanimate the dead. Or, near-dead. I don't mock your traditions, I wanted to give you one of mine, a plant from m-my home, as a gift."
Sarah
Arin Cragton
100% Blaming Judas for HorrorHog, Taemar

Arin dropped to one knee as the king caught the hog with a bellowing roar, and breathed a small sigh of relief. He met eyes with Anya on accident and quickly looked away, hoping she didn't realize he shouldn't be here. His fears faded quickly as she passed out. He watched as blood splashed those near the incident, especially the woman standing to the side. He stood up and brushed himself off before turning and watching the king grab the man who had started everything. 

The king screamed at the poor man, and Arin didn't feel sorry for him in the slightest. It was the man's fault all of this had started in the first place, and if Arin had not intervened the man would certainly be dead.
Kendall
Lord Eric Stafford
Castle Grunewald, Taemar

Eric had been quietly annoyed since the seating arrangement had been enforced, forcing him to be across the room from his wife. Then, was made moderately worse by sitting him next to an _Araedian_ of all people. He didn't know the other two at the table, but the sound a wailing hog caught his attention.

_No way._ Eric, who had lived in a village in western Taemar when he was younger, was shocked to see the dangling hog. _That fucking madman is doing that?_ He thought, having only been present for the tradition a couple times in his childhood. 

The spectacle was gruesome, and his eyes shifted to Anya who had leaned into Sir Brightwater. The gruesome event turned weird with some man twisting and turning the pig into some sort of... Bush? 

Everything else happened fast and the headless pig got up and charged his table. Eric rose to brace for the pig but was shoved by the massive King Gregor, who seemed quite practiced in handling hogs. The king proceeded to beat the hog to a mush, sending gore all over the Araedian woman before turning his rage toward the man who had caused this. 

Eric was so stunned by the event, that it took him a moment to see Anya had fainted. Quickly he bolted toward her and Brightwater. 

"We need to move her away, make it easier to breathe." He offered, getting ready to help Brightwater pick their queen up.
Michael
**Lady Surany Torok**
*WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS, Vallen*

Continuing her chatter, the sudden call for the actual feast had gained her attention. "Well, my dear Bella, we must not be rude guests. Let us find our table and see what the king has provided." Surany sipped at her glass, eyeing the other guests who were... Well, much more "Off" To say the least. If there was one thing she knew, it was that that so-called blood wine had been obviously tampered with in some way, or at the least was the worst batch ever made. It had been a miracle her stomach had not overturned at the first taste. 

With a silent sigh, she turned to the source of the commotion, and her blue eyes widened in a mixture of awe and disturbance. While she was familiar with wild customs, the noblewoman had not expected to see a hog descending from the ceiling. And every time it squealed she could only flinch from it; Surany was not the biggest fan of having her meals still alive in front of her. And when the daggers appeared, the custom for this particular scenario flashed in her mind, and as the blood begun to spew she felt the digested wine and appetizers rising in her throat. 

*My gods that is very gross.* Her entire body shuddered from the sight and sounds, very clearly uncomfortable with this. But then the scene changed when a new player joined; a man with... Magic?! It was nice to see another magicker using their gifts, and this was one just as impressive as any other she had had the honor of meeting (and having at her parties). And yet, things started to become ugly. And by ugly, she meant 'Holy hell that pig is NOT DEAD RUN.' 

"Bella! I believe now is the time to do my familiar wine dance routine!"

Hoping that the girl would follow her lead, the Lady of Wine gulped down her drink, threw down the glass, and then leaped on top of a nearby table. Her eyes focused onto the moving creature, never letting it out of her sight. All of this while she proceeded to down an entire bottle of wine, and, once finished, then hit it against a chair top. The sound of shattering glass echoed with the shrieks as she called out "OI! Rose man! If you would be so kind as to distract this dastardly beast, 

Of course, the chaos was soon ended by King Gregor himself, who had made it very well known that he was disgusted by this. And while finally ending the beast, more blood was spilt. 

Onto. Surany's. New. Green. *Hand-made.* Dress. 

Oh, that was definitely the proverbial straw to break the camel's back. With a stone-face, the Lady stood in the gown, letting the rivulets of blood flow down her skin and dress. "Your Majesty, I do say that this is a rather extravagant feast. Much more lively than what I tend to throw at times." Still emotionless, Surany steadily stepped down from her table, and suddenly produced another bottle of wine from seemingly nowhere. Downing another gulp, she swallowed thickly and then continued with "Now, may I assume that we may eat? I do insist that the musicians be brought back in. But within reason, something more joyful or at least in a faster tempo would make this evening be much easier to get by. Bella, my dear, get me the lute I packed. And yes, I did pack one. I need it to truly find a way to rescue this dinner before more blood is shed." It definitely appeared that she was not paying too much mind to the matter at hand; rather, she seemed to want to move on.