RP:Wedded Bliss

Setting

Kelay Tavern 27th Sept 2011

Rowen offers her sympathies to Ranok on losing Niawtu

Rowen rolls her hamsterball over to Ranok. She scampers out leaving the sphere in a convenient location for drunk people to fall over it and break a limb."Mister Ranok, I am so so sorry to hear about the death of dear little Niawtu. I have been praying for you. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Tiphin turns a bleary eyed stare about the room, wishing that everything would stop spinning so he could concentrate.

Rowen the rat looks Tiphin's way realising the spellsinger seems unwell. "May Daedria bless you sir."

Cease and desist from your outrageous claim of leadership of the Legion

Tiphin focuses in on the rat, squinting to try to keep her from spinning as well. It takes several moments for recognition to come, but finally, the bard grins and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. "You! I have a message for you," he croaks. He clears his throat and stands taller as he recites. "From the office of the High Commander of the Desert Legion: You are hereby commanded to cease and desist from your outrageous claim of leadership of the Legion. Should you choose not to do so, a hearing will be requested of the courts with a request for immediate execution..." The message having been delivered, the bard sinks once more into his seat and sips his coffee.

Ranok nudges the hamster ball out of the way. Mostly his way. Precaution, savviness, or accident, he could foresee antics ensuing because of it. As Haven touches the hand, the man offers another nod. He would disagree, if he knew her assumptions about him. As it laid, he simply says the the woman, "Please. Kall me Ranok. You uffer iz vell appreciated, but onneeded now. But tenk hyu. If hyu hef hennyddink hyu might be able to assist me vith, do not hesitate to send vord to me. Now..." His head turns to Rowen. And he stoops over to pick her up. He always hated talking to the floor when Rowen was around, "Impe. Yah. Nia's death vas onfortunate. But Hy'll kope." It sounded heartless, cold, you name it. And it was. But Ranok knew something about that whole affair that no one else did, and he was keeping it to himself. "Hy vanted to talk to hyu about dat. Actually. Hy know she vas you noble schteed, und de best vun hyu ever hed. Saeed so youself. Hy em trowink a party in her honor. Hy vould like you assistance in de matter." Ranok could play to Rowen's insanity like the best of them.

What usurper challenges my right to lead my legion?

Rowen cleans her whiskers carefully, rather puzzled by the man's outburst. "But I am the leader of the desert Legion, have been for years, ever since back when Guerin was my second in command. Why do you think they call me the desert rat? What usurper challenges my right to lead my legion?" The rat lays a caring pay on Ranok's ankle to offer the greiving father her support.

Rowen nods her head seriously. "You mean like a wake in little Niawtu's honor? That is an excellent idea. How can I help?"The rat notices Ranok's cold manner, but assumes the poor fellow is in shock following his terrible loss.

Tiphin shrugs his shoulders lightly and waves a dismissive hand. "All I know is I was paid to deliver a message and I did. Damn long way to carry it to, all the way from Chartsend..." he drains the last of the coffee and turns somewhat clearer eyes toward the insane one. " I'm not involved other than being a paid courier.

Don't shoot the messager

Rowen was about to shoot Tiphin with her pea-shooter, for speaking to her in such a dismissive, direspectful manner, then she remembers one is not supposed to shoot the messager so she wags a finger, or a claw rather disapprovingly at him. "Manners don't cost anything, young man!"

Haven watches the conversations between the three of them. The woman tilts her head watching rannok and rowen. The fae uses her small hand to scratches her chin wondering what would be bothering the man. Yet she watches the other the sage elf talk to the woman and the bard. She flutters above her seat. The pixies eyes glow bright blue. The lady sighs wishing she could reach out the smith maybe even help him feel better. She takes a small sip of her milk and follow the conversations.

Ranok drawls, "Yeeesss...a vake. Eksactly. Hy vas tinkink dat ve might hold it in a nize place. Maybe a schrine. Must be respectful to de dead, after hall."

The so called empress of everything or whatever she called herself these days

Tiphin blinks into his empty cup, a sigh escaping his lips. He had hoped that this would be a simple message delivery, but he should have known that nothing is easy with the so called empress of everything or whatever she called herself these days. "Do we really have to do this? I had a long night and have little energy for insanity. You've got the message I was paid to deliver. Can't we just leave it at that?"

Ranok gives Tiphin a subtle shake of the head. Rowen was like the tide. You didn't fight it; you rode it until it let you go. He know that. He could only hope Tiphin could figure it out in time.

Rowen nods to Ranok "Yes of course one must be respectful to the dead. But if holding a party in a sacred place such as a shrine, one must also be respectful to the god or goddess who's shrine it is. Where were you thinking of holding the event?" She looks sympathetically at Tiphin. "Indeed my loyal subject you do look tired, please get some rest. Your empress requires no more of you at this time."

Tiphin closes his eyes briefly and rubs the bridge of his nose, irritation rising quickly within the hungover elf. An obvious sneer paints his face as he turns his eyes back toward the rat. He starts to reply with a very unchivalrous comment but catches Ranok's shake of the head. Instead, he bites his lip and waves for Mesthal to refill his coffee.

Rowen said to Tiphin, "Are you deaf as well as ugly? I ordered you to go and get some rest!"

Oh, chust de schrine to Daedria. Dat's hall

Ranok hms, "Oh, chust de schrine to Daedria. Dat's hall."

Tiphin literally jumps from his seat and spins toward the rat, anger filling his bloodshot eyes. "You little... You can't... How dare you..." His heightened emotions cause him to splutter incoherently. He advances threateningly toward Rowen, his eyes casting about for something to throw at her.

Rowen is shocked beyond belief! Not by the violent man with bloodshot eyes looking to do violence to her, for some reason she can't quite work out, she gets such reactions frequently, but by Ranok's words. "The Shrine of Daedria! Such a holy place dedicated to the godess of law! It would have to be a very quiet and respectful party for me to allow it!"

Anyone in here have some rat poison?

Tiphin said, "Anyone in here have some rat poison?"

Rowen said to Tiphin, "Mesthak keeps some in tha back room I think."

Ranok nudges the hamster ball towards Tiphin, right around the man's feet. It was worth a shot. "Yes, Impe, very quiet. Promise. Hy'll even give hyu special magical headvare so hyu kan hear everydink betta." They would be earmuffs and do no such thing.

Tiphin tightens his lips at the perceived taunting by the rat. He clutches for anything to strike out with. His hands are still holding his empty coffee cup. Realizing this, he draws his arm back and flings the cup with all his might at Rowen. Lucky for her, he has terrible aim.

Rowen thinks about Ranok's words. "And can I have your assurance that there would be not drunkeness, no rudeness, no disrespect to my goddess?" She waves Tiphin away dismissively. "I am discussing important matters of behaving with respect for the gods. Make an appointment with my secretary Nigel."

Throwing coffee at me will not persuade me to grant you and imperial audience any sooner.

Some of the hot coffee still catches the lil' rat perhaps by accident. She lets out a little yelp of pain as a little of the skin on her back is scalded. Then says, patiently to Tiphin. "Throwing coffee at me will not persuade me to grant you and imperial audience any sooner, sir!"

Ranok said to you, "You most loyal servant vill be watchink de whole time."

Rowen said to Syren, "I thank you for you respectful offering to my imperial self, sir." You picked up 1 chocolate-chip cookie.

Tiphin falls foul of the hamsterball

Tiphin continues his advance toward the rat, intent on getting his hands upon her and squeezing. He, of course, doesn't notice the hamster ball that is now at his feet. Quite unluckily, his next step lands perfectly on top of the ball, causing his foot to roll forward. His body doesn't follow his foot, instead it moves backward opposite of his foot sending him careening toward the floor. The elf's head hits the floor with a loud thump, leaving him unconscious.

Rowen said to Ranok, "I need your word that there will be no drunkeness, no rudeness, no disrespect to my goddess. Swear that to me in my goddess's name an I shall allow you to use her sacred shrine. Otherwise I cannot permit it."

Syren walked over to Tiphin and picked him up then put him in a seat Syren put some chair together to make a bed and laid Tiphen down

Rowen is full of concern for her 'unfortunate subject' who just tripped over her hamsterball and knocked himslef out. She scampers over relieved to find that the fellow is still breathing.

You scampers onto chest of the man lying down, where Syren has carefully laid the unconscious Tiphin on some chairs, she lays a paw gently on him and begins a prayer to the godess Daedria asking for healing.The lil' rat takes her duties to the sick seriously.

A wonderful romantic proposal

Tiphin slowly comes around, blinking against the confusion of what has happened. Apparently he has done some damage because as soon as he sees the rat checking his breathing, he smiles widely. "What an ugly rat!" He blinks once more focusing on her. "Will you marry me?"

Syren said to Rowen, "He must have really fallen hard"

Syren walked to Tiphen and said "You okay? You took a hard fall"

You shall be the consort of the supreme empress of the entire known universe

Rowen is obviously completely insane, because although thinking to herself. "What an ugly bard." She answers. "But of course I will marry you sir! Then you shall be the consort of the supreme empress of the entire known universe."

Tiphin said to Syren, "Fell? Who fell, I will heal whoever it is with my awesome powers!"

Rowen said to Syren, "Indeed I was quite worried for him for a moment, at least he seems to have come to his senses now. Would you like to come to our wedding?"

Syren said to Tiphin, "You fell you tripped on a hamster ball"

Syren said to you, "When is it "

Tiphin grins and lovingly pets the rat. "Well, why wait. Let's find a priest right now."

That could have been anybody's hamsterball. Maybe it was Mesthaks

Rowen looks rather guilty at the mention of what Tiphin tripped on. "Er...that could have been anybody's hamsterball. Er maybe it was Mesthaks."

Ranok takes advantage of the situation and lets the subject drop. He wasn't going to swear to Rowen. Not that the point of the party was disrespect, but he didn't need Rowen's permission. And he wasn't going to start bowing to authority that didn't exist to him. Not any time soon. A fine line between entertaining Rowen's bouts of insanity and bowing to them. A shrug is given to Haven. "Typical antics. Hy kalled it." It being the hamsterball.

Syren said to Rowen, "You should tell him he truth about the hamster ball"

Rowen said to Syren, "Right now if we can find a priest."

Syren said to Rowen, "I don't know if I can come I gotta go and you should tell him the truth"

Rowen said to Syren, "Alright it - may - have been my hamsterball but how can we know for sure? One hamsterball looks so like another."

Ranok gives Rowen his word his party will not be disrespectful to Daedria

Rowen said to Ranok, "I am waiting sir. Either you swear to me that there will be no drunkeness, no rudeness, no disrespect for my goddess or I shall not permit you to use my goddess' sacred place for this party."

Ranok said to you, "Hy promise dat Hy vill do none uf dose tinks durink de party."

My love, I cannot wait!

Rowen said to Tiphin, "My love, I cannot wait! I have called telepathically to all the priests I know to hurry here and marry us!"

Rowen said to Ranok, "Very well. I shall hold you responsible for the respectful behaviour of your guests. Under those conditions, you have my permission."

Ranok said to you, "A sea kaptain kan marry hyu instead. Remember."

Rowen said to Ranok, "Do you know of any Sea captains nearby sir?"

Lared turns up, complete with Scout Troop

Lared the priest is once more accompanied by that group of ragged street urchins, with neckerchieves, shiny new knives and ideas for badges which exasperate poor Lared. He was in the middle of a scout meeting when Rowen called him telling him there was a great emergency. He looks around the bar room trying to find who needs a priest.

Jerralith , though he has long been silent, eyes Rowen for a moment. "You might have trouble finding a priest that'll marry an animal. I could do it!" He cracks a grin, "But I'm not ordained by any supposed 'god', if that's a problem."

Ranok said to you, "Hy em de Kaptain uf my very own airship. But it seems dat Lared hes arrived, so hyu may go viddout me. "

I can't wait much longer for our blessed union

Tiphin watches the rat, loving eyes upon her as she speaks. "Tell them to hurry my Empress, I can't wait much longer for our blessed union." For some reason, the back of his head aches, causing him to gingerly rub at the back of his hair. His hand comes back covered in blood, illiciting a shocked gasp. "Look, my love. Someone bled all over me..."

Rowen said to Jerralith, "What qualifications do you have sir, that might make you a suitable person to marry us, and while humans are technically animals please do not called my beloved finace an animal, that is not polite."

Rowen lays a paw on her beloved fiance and prays to Daedria to heal him.

I cut up a handful of Vuryal's old empire goons back in the day, so that makes me a good guy

Jerralith said to you, "Well, you're a rat, that's what I meant. I cut up a handful of Vuryal's old empire goons back in the day, so that makes me a good guy, qualified more than most priests that just rob people of gold! So what do you say?"

Lared hurries over to the poor man who is bleeding from the back of his head. "I am a healer sir, please let me treat you." He is rather confused by the talk of a wedding being planned, but it is obvious the injured man needs aid.

I wanna officially be Bob, royal consort to the High Empress

Tiphin said, "I don't care who does it, I just wanna get it done. I wanna officially be Bob, royal consort to the High Empress."

Ranok gets while the getting is good. He sticks around much longer, he suspects that he'd be roped into becoming a ring bearer. Or a flower girl. Or something. He scoots out the door as Lared and Rowen tend Tiphin.

Rowen said to Jerralith, "A good guy is good enough for me. It is what is in the heart of each being that is most important after all, like the love between myself and my beloved....er what is you name dearest?" She asks the bleeding Tiphin."

Rowen said to Jerralith, "Please marry us at once sir!"

I just wanna marry the ugly rat

Tiphin waves off the priest's attention. "I'm fine, someone bled all over me is all. I just wanna marry the ugly rat..."

Tiphin said to you, "My name is Bob."

Jerralith said to you, "I reckon I can do it. I mean, it's pretty easy. Do you want it done right here in the tavern?"

You said to Jerralith, "Yes, here and now please. My name is Rowen."

Lared said to Tiphin, "Uh are you sure you should be making such decisions as to who to marry right now sir? I fear you may be concussed."

Making decisions in the right mind is overrated

Jerralith said to Lared, "Nonsense, his eyes look okay! Besides, making decisions in the right mind is overrated. You usually end up making a boring, safe decision."

Rowen said to Tiphin, "Where would you like to go for our honeymoon my dearest?"

Get your ass over here

Jerralith , much to Mesthak's chagrin, grabs a circular table and tips it over on its side so it's standing up, gripping the rim and taking a place behind it. The idea is for the table to be some kind of makeshift altar, but whether it works or not remains to be seen. Jerralith simply grins and makes a beckoning gesture at the pair. "Well, the groom is supposed to walk over first, I think. So get your ass over here."

Sempter doesn't want to know what they walked in on

Sempter said OOC, "What the heck did I walk in on?"

Sempter doesn't want to know what they walked in on....

Lared said to Tiphin, "Really sir. I really would reconsider if I were you."

Raziel strides through the door, with a long pure white cloak trimmed in soft white fur flowing softly behind her. She is wearing all white, from head to toe. But upon her face is an inky black wooden mask, with no face or eye holes. There is also an inky black raven upon her shoulder, and she is carrying a black walking cane. As she enters, the woman goes to the board to have her raven tell her of what is written.

Jerralith said to Lared, "Objections aren't made at the beginning of the ceremony!"

Rowen is marrying Tiphin who has hit his head...very hard it seems to think he wants to marry Rowboat<3

Sempter is totally present icly for this then... -snickers-

Rowen said to Raziel, "Can I borrow some of your white clothing to drape around me as a wedding dress?"

Would you like to be best minotaur sir?

Rowen regards Sempter "Would you like to be best minotaur sir?"

Tiphin shakes his head at Lared, a stupid grin plastered to his face. "Concussed? Of course not, I haven't even hit my head." He pushes himself to his feet and hurries over to the beckoning Jerralith. The elf is giving serious thought to a nice honeymoon destination. He is leaning toward a nice room in the underdark.

Sempter shrugs, "Why not. Might cheer me up." He donates his white cloak to Rowen, "Will this help if -she- doesn't let you wear anything?

The happiest day of her life

Rowen joins her beloved at the 'altar' a huge grin on her little rat face, This is after all supposed to be the happiest day of her life!

Raziel turns to the voices spoken, though she cannot see who had said so. However, Kraar the raven explains it to be a talking rat. "Uh... Oh, sure." she says with a smile upon her lips beneath the mask. Carefully she unties her white cloak and walks to where Rowen is. Carefully, so that she doesn't get to close and step on her or anything. The young elf then sets her cloak besides Rowen for her to use. "I certainly hope this is good enough." she says, kindly.

Raziel gave 1 white-designed cloak to you.

Rowen the tiny rat crawls under the - far too large for her cloak - It looks a bit like a wedding dress with a really long train, but more like a small rat trying to wear a cloak far to big for her. "Thank you sir" She acknowledges Sempter's kindness.

Sempter oocly laughs. Rowen gets two of them. Lucky day for the rat.

Rowen is now beneath -two- huge cloaks she thanks Raziel for her generosity too.

Love knows no bounds

Jerralith eyes Rowen and Tiphin from his place behind the altar; thankfully they are quick to step forth and take their rightful places. "Sorry that there's no music for the bride's walkout, but we're on a bit of a budget here. But that is not the point! Love knows no bounds, and is not constricted by a lack of shiny rocks...or the barriers between races, for that matter, as we see today." Taking a pause, Jerralith claps his hands loudly together and attempts to look a bit more serious as he slides his gaze to Tiphin. "You stand here today prepared to enter an eternal union with this lady. Do you swear to her - the people here - and whichever god you may follow, if any, that you will devote your life and every waking moment in it to ensuring her happiness as long as you may live?"

Raziel smiles kindly, though it wouldn't be seen and then moves back to the where the board is, and far from Sempter. "Seems we've strolled into a wedding, Kraar." she says to her raven, as she brushes a gloved hand through her fairly short white hair.

I, Bob, pledge my love for the ugly rat empress forever

Tiphin laughs merrily, eyes twinkling in a dazed sort of way. He wobbles slightly before steadying himself with the 'altar'. "Aye, Captain. I, Bob, pledge my love for the ugly rat empress forever." Raziel suddenly realizes about the music and pulls out a beautiful wooden flute. She had been practicing and was getting rather lovely at it. "Excuse me, would this work?" she asks, holding it aloft.

Sempter just looks at Jerralith with a raised brow.

Tiphin told you, "ooc: Oh, he's gonna have a bad day once he's healed properly."

Rowen said to Raziel, "I would be honoured if you would play for us milady."

You told Tiphin, "Ha ha ha ha ha <3 Hilarious rp "

Until the end of time itself?

Rowen is jumping up and down with excitement under her two cloaks "Ask me! Ask me!"

Jerralith grins at Tiphin's acceptance. His eyes find Rowen next, once more attempting to look right proper. "You have heard this man's romantic pledge to love and devote every waking moment of his life to you for all eternity, or until both of you expire, whichever may come first. Will you be so honored to accept his humble offer to join with you in secular matrimony until the end of time itself?"

Raziel nods to Rowen's words and removes her black mask, placing it within her satchel, showing her porcelain-like face, though her eyes are covered with a white blindfold. The young elf places the flute up to her rosy lips and begins to play a soft song from the flute, causing beautiful hollow notes to flow around the room. Raz decided it would be best to play a song that sounded almost like a love song for this wedding, hoping that it would help.

Rowen said to Jerralith, "I will indeed glady accept his humble offer to join me in secular matrimony until the end of time itself!"

So we are legally married till the end of time

Rowen said to Tiphin, "We can get the secular bit of the wedding done today so we are legally married till the end of time, then ask Daedria to bless our union later my dearest."

Jerralith nods firmly as Rowen's consent is given as well. "We are one step closer to recognizing this most beautiful union. But now, the -ring-..." Once more his focus shifts to Tiphin. "..If you don't have one, improvise. The ring is just symbolic. It would be best if a stand in is non-perishable though, for obvious reasons. Once you have produced it, place it upon the lady's...hand, I guess you'd call it, and recite your vows."

You gave 1 Titanium banded feather ring to Tiphin. Jerralith said to you, "Once you receive the man's ring or authorized stand in, feel free to recite your own vows as well."

You are... Marrying this... Talking rat?

Tiphin chews his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment. Suddenly his eyes open wide as he gets an idea. He reaches down and rips a short string from his ragged shirt. Bending down, he ties the string around her left paw as he recites. "I promise to love you and feed you cheese and chase away all the cats forever, amen."

Neriren said to Tiphin, "You are... Marrying this... Talking rat?"

Neriren said, "Is it too late to object?"

Jerralith said to Neriren, "Silence! It is rude to talk during the ceremony."

Jerralith said, "The time has not yet come for objections. I will slap anyone who attempts to before the designated time."

Tiphin said to Neriren, "Now, now. Don't be rude. She is, after all the ugly Empress of the known universe and all that..."

Rowen hands Tiphin her own Titanium banded feather ring, then gazes lovingly into his eyes as she recites her vows. "I promise to love you totally completely, and to be loyal only to you, till the end of time."

Neriren 's eyes roll, but he complacently falls quiet and leans against his staff, objection poised on the tip of his tongue.

Lared said to Neriren, "I plan to object also"

Speak now or forever shut the hell up

Jerralith grins once more as the two place the proper rings or improvizations - if that's even a word - onto each other's fingers and recite their heartfelt vows. "Wonderful. Now, for all you people with sand in yo-I mean, objections, speak now or forever shut the hell up."

Neriren places a finger to his lips, and lifts his brows at Lared.

Neriren said, "I object."

Neriren said to Tiphin, "What the Hell are you doing?"

Jerralith said to Neriren, "Upon what grounds? Be swift!"

Lared had dropped his glasses and was too busy searching for them to hear Jerralith's asking for objections.

Neriren said to Jerralith, "This marriage would be physically impossible to consummate, therefore would never be validated as a true marriage in the eyes of the Gods."

Rowen said to Neriren, "I will never love you! Put aside your feelings of jealousy and let me be happy with the man I love, please."

Jerralith said to Neriren, "The 'gods' are not present nor were they asked for this union. I, as a mortal man on this worldly plane, have taken it upon myself to shatter the inane barriers of race and silly sky wizards to join the absolute and true love these two have for each other! Your objection has been considered, but it has also been denied, as such."

How could you object when our love for each other is plainly obvious?

Tiphin turns hurt eyes toward Neriren and Lared. "How could you object when our love for each other is plainly obvious?" The elf raises a hand to the back of his head, which is painfully sore for some reason. His haze focuses on Neriren. "I love her." As if this explains everything.

Neriren said to Jerralith, "This is insane. He is insane. You are insane."

You said to Neriren, "Are you seriously telling me that the gods spend their time watching to see if mortals do ..er that sort of thing. They are not voyeurs sir! Also it might be possible to be consumated if my goddess was to turn me back into a human for a while so there!"

A pox on those blind to love

Jerralith grabs one of his runed axes from his belt and slams the flat of it against the rim of the table, much as a judge would with a gavel. "By the power vested in me by...myself, I declare this couple to be man and wife. A pox on those blind to love, Vuryal and his empire, and pisswater booze! You may now kiss the bride."

Neriren glances at Rowen, but doesn't respond to her. Rats don't speak, afterall.

Rowen is filled with joy as she gazes lovingly at her husband, awaiting his kiss.

Tiphin reaches up to touch his now unbearably painful head. While his hand is still in motion, his eyes roll up into their sockets and he falls unconscious once more.

It appears he has fainted due to sheer happiness and euporia.

Jerralith said to you, "It appears he has fainted due to sheer happiness and euporia. You may kiss him since he is not able to at the time."

Rowen thinks her dearly beloved husband must have fainted from the incredible strength of the love he feels for his new bride!

Neriren said, "What a surprise."

She hears the groom fall

Raziel ceases the music from the hollow sounding wooden flute when she hears the groom fall. "Hm..." is all she gets out, as she tries to figure out what happened, and who fainted.

Jerralith said to Neriren, "Nonsense, I think I performed quite admirably."

Neriren said to Jerralith, "I want some of whatever you're smoking."

Rowen gently pecks his cheek. "I wait until he is awake for a more passionate kiss. Thank you so much for marrying us, Jerralith, sir! Has anyone got any smelling salts for my beloved Bob?"

Jerralith said to Neriren, "I dunno, you're the one that believes in magical sky wizards."

Willing himself to waken from this horrible nightmare

Tiphin groans and rolls his head around, willing himself to waken from this horrible nightmare.

Neriren 's brows crease, "magical sky-wizards?"

Lared said, "I really think I should take this poor fellow to a clinic where he can recuperate. Yerrel perhaps. Can anyone help me carry him?"

Raziel quickly rifles through her satchel, and then frowns. "No, I'm afraid I have no smelling salts... Too bad, that sounded rather painful." the blind elf says, as she continues to search, with a frown at that she hadn't packed any.

Sempter bends down and helps Tiphin sit up, then eventually stand. "That was quite a scene. Maybe now you can kiss your bride."

Raziel said to Lared, "I believe that minotaur there can help you. *points to Sempter's location, but misses by a few inches*"

Jerralith said to Neriren, "Gods, obviously."

Jerralith tilts the table back onto its legs and places his axe back upon its respective loop on his belt.

You thanks both Raziel and Sempter for the loan of their white cloaks. "You may retrieve them now. You have my eternal thanks for your kindness."

Tiphin 's eyes flutter open to find a Minotaur right in his face

Tiphin 's eyes flutter open to find a Minotaur right in his face. A startled yell escapes his throat before Sempter'a words sink in. "My... my bride? What are you...?" His eyes wander over to tale in the too

Raziel finishes searching through her satchel, and places the flute back within. The blind elf then replaces her black wooden mask over her lovely face and walks to where Rowen is, kneeling near her to retrieve her cloak. "You're very welcome." she says kindly, holding her hand out for her fur trimmed cloak, for she is not entirely sure which is which upon the rat woman.

Oh, god... Please tell me I'm still stuck in my nightmare

Tiphin : to take in the room. "Oh, god... Please tell me I'm still stuck in my nightmare." his eyes turn pleadingly toward Lared.

Jerralith said to Tiphin, "I married you to this rat in secular matrimony."

Rowen said to Tiphin, "Are you feeling better my dear husband? You were quite overcome with emotion there for a while."

Rowen pulls Raziel's cloak in her teeth over to the blind elf's hand. "My thanks again. This has truly been the happiest day of my life!"

You just married the rat over there.

Sempter said to Tiphin, "Heh, perhaps I should take you to a clinic. You just married the rat over there."

Raziel retreives her cloak, only to realize it to be Sempter's and quickly sets it aside, reaching for hers. When she stands back up, she picks Sempter's cloak up too and then ties hers around herself. She doesn't bring his cloak to him, but rather sets it on the nearest table and moves a distance away from him once more, as she throws her hood over her head. Sempter grabs his cloak and places it back on his shoulders.

Whatever I've done, please forgive me and let this be a dream

Tiphin places his head in his hands and groans. After a moment he can be heard groaning... "Whatever I've done, please forgive me and let this be a dream..." The elf is obviously praying to whatever deity might be listening.

Neriren said to Jerralith, "Your secular ceremony seems to be going not-quite-so swimmingly."

Rowen said to Neriren, "Cease your jealous complaints! I chose the man I loved! Why can't you be happy for me!"

Raziel turns towards Rowen and bows to her. "If you'll be excusing me, I think I'll be outside. Congrates on your marriage, dear." she says, with a smile beneath her mask. As she straightens up she sets her walking cane upon the floor, with a light click, and moves to the door, her raven friend ruffling his feathers.

Jerralith said to Neriren, "It went fine. It's not my fault he passed out drunk or whatever."

You said to Neriren, "I have had enough of your jealous lies. You witnessed our wedding vows yourself. What, you think this is all some charade I have made up to stop you stalking me? You give yourself too much credit sir! I don't love you, I will never love you. I will only ever love my husband Bob!" Neriren said to you, "Bob is not an elvish name."

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Rowen said to Neriren, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. "

Tiphin perks his head up, sudden hope blossoming in the pit of his stomach. "Bob? Who is Bob?"

Rowen said to Tiphin, "You really must be feeling unwell to not to remember your own name, Bob my dear husband!"

Rowen said to Tiphin, "I love you so."

Tiphin laughs and shakes his head, seeing a way out of this. "My name's not Bob. That means that this... wedding doesn't count."

Rowen shakes her head "I'm afraid not sir. You see I am the high priestess of the goddess of law. You stated that Bob was your name in my presence, therefore it legally became your name. The marriage does count, Bob my dearest!"

Rowen has tears in her eyes. "Don't you love me anymore?"

You ooc He can argue that Jerra has no authority to marry them..or as a last resort he can apply to get the marriage annulled <3<3<3 Thanks for the awesome rp my dear.

Uchawiman said OOC, "Too bad I could not be there to give the rat away. /snicker"

You said, "ooc I am planning to wiki the rp under the title Wedded Bliss...it seems to fit it no?" Tiphin said, "ooc: Sounds perfect." pub *An Imperial Proclamation on beautiful gilt edged card* I Rowen Stronghammer, Supreme Empress of the known universe, do hereby declare an official period of joyous celebration in honour of my recent marriage to my beloved Bob. The celebration throughout the entire universe will last for one thousand years. During this festive period the following by-laws shall be enforced. 1. All citizens of the universe -must- wear flowers in their hair at all times. Persons from worlds with no flowering plants may substitute colourful birds, squid or sentient clouds of gas. Persons with no hair must wear such decorations on their head or heads. 2. All citizens -must- purchase tacky commerative Royal Wedding plates, mugs, bowls etc and use them at every meal. Persons who do not eat must still purchase these items. 3. All citizens of the universe -must- be euphorically happy at all times. - By order of the Supreme Empress, Rowen Stronghammer.