RP:Rowen and Tiphin's first wonderful day as husband and wife

Setting

Kelay Tavern 27th September 2011

Tiphin is without a doubt overjoyed

Tiphin sits in the corner, head buried in his hands. There are several empty tankards in front of him, leading any observer to believe that the elf is beyond drunk. He rocks himself back and forth in his seat, muttering obscenities to himself over and over again.

Rowen preens her fur, which is covered in bits of chewed up brown paper.She seriously has her servant Jake present Xzarren with a cloth cap and a crate of wine, announcing to the vampire. "I thought you would make a find poet Laureate sir. All you duties, length of service etc are explained in the imperial proclamation on the board there."The rat then around happily in her newly polished hamsterball for a while assuming her dear husband is uttering exclamations of joy at their recent union under his breathe., then instead of her habitual abandoning it where drunk folks are likely to trip over the obstacle, and scampering up onto a table. She asks Jake to hold it up and leaps from said sphere to try to land on her spouse's shoulder. There are tears in the little rats eyes as she looks at her dearly beloved 'Bob'. "I love you so much, dear one, more are more with each day that passes."

Tiphin nearly jumps from his seat as something pounces on him and speaks. The voice, of course, is instantly recognizable and he turns his bleary eyes toward the rat. "You... Tricked me. Took advantage of a wounded man..." His voice is heavily slurred and his breath would reek of stale ale.

Jerralith's axework was very dignified

Rowen the little rat's heart is broken by her husbands cruel words. It does not help that it seems brain has been wired in upside down, back to front, and inside out. Her tiny rat jaw drops open in shock. she continues to weep, but now her tears are the tears of anguish of a tormented soul!"The deluded little critter tries to reason with her beloved husband. "How can you say I tricked you, my dearest. Was it not you who proposed to me, who insisted we get married -at once- when I would have preffered to wait for a priest to perform a proper religious ceremony? Still I must say Jerralith's axework was very dignified. Most becoming wouldn't you say oh, love of my life?"

Tiphin : Somewhere inside, the bard actually begins to pity the poor delusional creature, though his lip still curls at the idea of being married to a rat. In his drunken stupor, he begins to wonder if she is insane or if there's something to her lofty claims. Thinking that he needs to stop her crying before she makes a scene (though he wonders how a rat can even cry). "Aww, c'mon don't cry now. Everything'll be alright..."

Rowen snuggles up close to her dearly beloved husband's hand, taking comfort, in his closeness. "I fear you must have hit your head harder than we thought my dearest, you were really quite delusional for a little while there. I was so worried, still at least you are once more in your right mind, oh reason for my existence. I really think you should have another healer check you out. Gwenilyn perhaps, she is very skilled in the healing arts my dearest." She curls her tail around herself, having finally stopped weeping.

Tiphin wonders what he has done to anger the gods so

Tiphin sighs and shakes his head, wondering what he has done to anger the gods so. Lifting one of the tankards before him, he takes a long deep drink before muttering something about switching to whiskey.

The little empress twitches her little pink nose and cleans her whiskers. Then cuddles closer to her husband's hand once more. "Tell me my dearest, are you finding the pressures of being the consort of the supreme empress very troubling? It is not easy to be ever in the public eye, always having to set a good example to all the citizens of the universe." She stretches her spine, before continuing the conversation."Have you given any more thought to the location for our honeymoon my dearest? I am told the Chaos Realm is an area of outstanding natural beauty. I have of course ordered some honey to be delivered from both of the moons to us."

Has all the world descended to madness?

Neriren said, "Has all the world descended to madness?"Neriren presently has his disdainful gaze plastered to the public board.

Rowen said to Neriren, "No, sir, it is only yourself who has descended to such depths I believe. Take care you don't find your self institutionalised in an asylum."

Neriren said to you, "What are you?"

This incredibly handsome fellow is my dearest husband, and consort, Bob

Rowen said to Neriren, "Your ignorance of my infinitely wise self is further proof, if any were needed that you are a raving lunatic, sir. I am Rowen Stronghammer, supreme empress of the entire known universe, and this incredibly handsome fellow is my dearest husband, and consort, Bob."

Neriren turns his focus on Tiphin, with narrowed eyes, "What has it done to you, Sageborn?"

Tiphin wrinkles his nose as he empties the last of several tankards on the table before him. A loud belch escapes his drunken throat before he turns bleary emerald eyes toward Neriren. "The gods have cursed me," he says simply. To Rowen he merely grimaces. "I think I should have some whiskey," he slurs.

Rowen calls out "Bardwarf! Bring my dear consort your finest whiskey, at once, Your empress demands it. It may be of medicinal help for poor Bob's terrible bouts of insanity."

Neriren said to you, "He clearly does not desire his present situation."

You said to Neriren, "Who are you the think to speak for the Imperial Consort? Has he not a mind, a voice, and freewill to speak for himself?"

Neriren said to you, "It seems to me that he believes he does not."

Surely you are not so in awe of my imperial greatness as to be fearful to speak your mind?

Rowen 's little rat face is filled with concern, for her beloved. She turns to address Tiphin. "My dearest, can what your fellow elf says have any basis in truth. Surely you are not so in awe of my imperial greatness as to be fearful to speak your mind? I love you with all my heart my dearest."

Tiphin runs to a corner and begins throwing up.

You calls urgently for a dozen of the most skilled imperial healers to attend her beloved.