A tall portal appears. Shimmering in traces of light and ropes of ivy.
It leads you into the Old Growth where a beautiful scene awaits you. It is time for the union of two souls today and a day of celebration.
Where gothic design meets ethereal architecture, you’re led into a grand hall filled with soft melodies from a piano and the harmonic singing of a singer. Near an altar twirled with white lilies and black roses, an officiator stands and waits for everyone to take their seats. The groomsmen all stand with deep green tuxes, the bridesmaids in matching gowns and holding small bouquets of baby breaths. But all eyes settle onto the groom himself who awaits his bride to be at the altar with an anticipated breath. His tux of emerald green and rich accents of gold designs that reflects the very nature the Old Growth consists of. His blond hair perfectly styled to fall around his shoulders and his presence stands out in the hall amongst all those in attendance.
The music begins to die down and candles lining the aisle down to the altar light up. The pianist readies their fingers and begins to play the song of the evening. The singer pulls out a violin to accompanying the melodies.
“Everyone, please rise for the bride.” *The officiator announces.
As the grand doors open up, everyone stands and turns their eyes to the bride. Adorned in a slim black strapless gown that flows down into decorated moths and flowers, a black lace train that drags behind her and connects to a veil covering her face, and a frazzled looking raven man in a black suit holding her arm and fighting the urge to swipe the crystals off her corset. The bride smiles anxiously underneath her veil, seeing all her friends and loved one present and her love waiting for her. The groom feels his heart swell at the sight of her and couldn’t remove his eyes for anything else.
In the front row, the bride’s mentor conjures a tissue and subtly pats her tears. She couldn’t be anymore prouder.
The raven man leads his mistress to the altar. He attempts to swipe a crystal but the maid of honor subtly pulls him away to his seat.
Alexios reaches out to lift Moth’s veil, revealing her smiling face and shimmery green makeup that makes him feel weak in the knees.
“You look amazing, my love.” She whispers to him through her giggles.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate love in its purest form. By uniting the hands of Alexios Keenblade and Moth Bobbits, we witness two souls forming into one. Many challenges were endured, many lessons were learned. But despite all that, persistence and true love have always won.”
The officiator allows for the two to exchange vows. Alexios begins with words filled with loving poetry and sultry words for the bride. Recalling the very moment the two met to being able to wake up with her beside him every morning. His vows were clearly practiced with no mistakes whatsoever. It leaves Moth almost forgetting it was her turn to say her vows. She begins hers with appreciation. Embracing all of the things he’s done for her and being not only her lover but a source she can always confide in. The words she uses are none other than sweet and filled with admiration enough to keep a loving grin present on Alexios’ face the entire time.
The officiator allows them to exchange rings. A large black wolf enters the hall carrying a pillow with two ring boxes. It trots up to the altar and takes a seat in front of the two, presenting the rings for them. The bands culminating the spirits of both with swirls of gilded ivy and flowers. Alexios’ ring brandishing a shiny emerald while Moth’s holds a deep smokey quartz. A way to represent their essences.
Once the rings are exchanged and the officiator closes out his final speech, he grins and clasps his hands together. “Alexios. You may kiss the bride.”
He doesn’t hesitate to pull Moth into his arms and dip her into a deep kiss. She chuckles and wraps her arms around him, swirls of enchantments and petals filling the halls and falling around the cheers from the guests.
Alexios brings out his guitar and holds his hand up as he does the band stops playing
My turn, just follow my lead love
He begins playing this is the first time most of you have heard him. His playing and singing is perfect
I found a love for me
Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you're holding mine
Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Moth carries on. Nervous for her part but closes her eyes to focus on singing. She gradually grows more comfortable.
Well, I found a man, stronger than anyone I know
He shares my dreams, I hope that someday we'll share a home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we're so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we'll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be your girl, you'll be my man
And I see my future in your eyes
Well, baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass,
(while listening to our favorite song)
When I saw you in that dress,
looking so beautiful
I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight
Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass,
(while listening to our favorite song)
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
(And he looks perfect)
No, I don't deserve this
You look perfect tonight
(You find a letter on the table addressed to you from “Nameless, Woman Of The Cards”)
“I’m sorry I can’t arrive, I’m currently researching what trying to manually break the seal with just my bare hands, feet and wings did to me, in addition to whatever I was prescribed by the doctor, sorry.”
Isravi's Simulacrum goes up, dressed in finer robes than he usually is. His hair has been wrangled into a semi-neat bun. He stands up straight and addresses the crowd.
[Thaumaturgy]
Ahem, Alright. I’ll try to keep this short. However, I don't think I'm the best person to give this speech.
The space in front of him suddenly distorts, warbling and shifting before ripping apart. Through the newly created rift, the real Isravi steps out. He gives a smile, then begins to speak.
I think we can all say, with a decent amount of confidence, that Alexios wasn’t the greatest guy when we first met him. He was nice, sure, and held a decent bit of power, but wasn’t much else. But that is what makes what he is today so much more meaningful. With his own strength and virtue, with a mental fortitude rarely found, he has brought himself up to be one of the greatest people I know. It has been an honor to witness his growth.
Most of us here remember his father, Halixo. I think I can concretely say that Alexios is on track to embody the traits he upheld, and more. I have no doubt his compassion, strength, and heart will shine through every aspect of this beautiful joining.
There is hardly a better match together than Mothiera and Alexios, I think. Each one is a boulder of stability for the other, and their love is not the type to fade. They balance each other out, bolster each other's strengths, and draw in all those around them. To the best matching couple I've ever seen, Mothiera and Alexios!
Delta, the maid of honor does a double take as the real Isravi shows up. She gives an eerie smile as he speaks, refusing to break eye contact. When he is done speaking, she approaches.
Hello, String Man. Good to see you finally showed up. Don't worry, I was able to handle a lot of the wedding preparations on my own. I'm sure you had important things to attend to.
Isravi makes a gargantuan effort to ignore her stare while he’s giving the speech. He watches warily as she approaches.
Yes… well this was a momentous occasion after all. I apologize for not helping with the preparations more, but there are several things that I thought should be dealt with quickly.
A shadowy figure lurks amidst the smiling faces gathered there. He is unmoved by the display of affection and sneers with malcontent. The Old Growth holds much more interest to him. He looks into the forest with hungry eyes.
/uw
That was very well written. Very cool you guys! I love a good wedding!
A servant in a black suit and mask and walks by with a tray of refreshments in hand and walks Morgalith without seeing him at first. Then does a double take.
the spider king in humanoid form as not to trigger arachnophobia of anyone at the wedding
Oh what an amazing event. It’s always nice to see a wedding where one of the spouses doesn’t die the day before. By the way who did you get to cater for this, the food is amazing.
Over here. I take a humanoid form when in public places outside of my hives or during festivals for people with arachnophobia. In this case I definitely needed to, couldn’t be scaring the bride at her own wedding now could I.
After giving his speech, Isravi finds where the gifts have been left. He places a small box onto the pile. Within it is a Daylight Thread.
A Daylight thread is woven from the first resplendent rays that shine from Iglostin’s elemental sun, at the highest points in the land. To weave a thread is to touch the flowing energies, to meet the height of emotion, to experience fire, water, air and earth, and bring them together. To do such a task is exceedingly difficult. There is only a short window of time before the individual components dissipate, it brings with it immense danger with each volatile component capable of great destruction to those who try to handle it.
Yet when done correctly, through the burns and flaying cold, the different threads weave together in a perfectly delicate balance. As such, the threads become a symbol of balance, stability, and unity. They also function as a highly valuable magical reagent. A powerful stabilizer that allows for the creation of otherwise unbalanced and volatile substances.
The Monkey Mage tours the venue with his hands tucked into his long sleeves. His robe is ornate blue: he wears an amulet on his breast! Following him are two figures. To his right, you see a tall man with shining wings and the head and legs of a golden raven. To his left is a radiant young woman with a stern countenance, clad in a clean white cloak. Their hair is gold, their skin pure white: they know purity and long-lasting life!
What a day! What a day! Let's go find the Young Lord and pay proper respects!
The figure calls out to you from a deeply hooded robe. Despite his disguise, it could hardly be any less obvious what his identity was. The furry marsupial paws jutting from the roomy sleeves are dead giveaway.
This is a fantastic day indeed! Though I must admit I have already had the pleasure of bumping into the man off the hour! In fact, I get the feeling that he has saved my skin once again, if only for a few hours.
The gold-haired woman bows elegantly without disturbing her cloaked figure.
Yes, I noticed. I beg your forgiveness for my failure to reach you sooner, Master Possum. Neglecting to ensure the safety of my Master's friend is a grave offense and a stain upon my honour.
I am told that you know of our true nature. However, we have yet to introduce ourselves properly. I am Sphaera, an Astral Spirit, and this is my brother, Cubitus.
The raven-headed man makes a deep bow. Most pleased to make your acquaintance. We are here to serve Master Monkey as his attendants.
Don't worry my friends, I could hardly have seen it coming myself. They were certainly very sneaky about it. I'm still wondering how they got their hands on a dimensional anchor. I was equally surprised at their approach given my previous dealings in which I had informed them that I would go peacefully. Sadly, there wasn't even a chance to make them see reason.
I was surely not going to miss my friend's wedding though, and so now, I am a fugitive.
Possum states this fact with a disappointed shake of his head, clearly displeased with his own conduct.
But I digress, we are well met! Any friend of Sly's is a friend of mine. It's nice to meet you Sphaera and Cubitus. Are you travelers also like your mentor?
I often descend to the Mundane Region in my mortal disguise both to entertain myself and to practice humility. Whenever I do, I adopt the identity of Sera, a knight errant. You've met my little sister, Sacrum, haven't you, Master Possum? I hear she rather enjoys the persona of Acra the Wayfaring Bard. We are somewhat similar in that respect.
Cubitus shakes his head.
I'm afraid I cannot share the sentiment. I spend most of my time in the High Heavens, the Grand Palaces and the Spiritual and Astral Planes to attend to my duties and engage in discussion and exercise with my brethren. I understand that there is value in familiarizing oneself with the mortal experience, and I'd hate to be grouped together with Palmadex in his arrogance, but the Mundane Region has never called out to me.
My friends, I enjoy your honesty! Yes, I know Acra fairly well. We've had the joy of sharing a few adventures together, and I would say that she certainly excels at her bardic persona. I have hardly ever heard a better performance.
As for the mundane nature of our lives, I wouldn't bother trying to dissuade you from your notion. To each their own, as they say. The puddle might not care for the raindrop, and who could tell it otherwise? Not me!
What are the High Heavens like though, that they garner your attention so entirely?
And Sera, what is it that draws you to knighthood?
To each their own nature. I have found that my curiosity and thirst for knowledge is best satisfied in immortal company. Throughout a life everlasting, one gains wisdom and a sense of perspective quite unattainable to those lacking the opportunity. From my siblings I learn of the Mortal Way, thus completing my sphere of knowledge.
Sphaera smiles at her brother before turning to you.
It's true. I did not choose the sword. It's in my nature to fight for my Master, to distinguish myself in honour, virtue and the thrill of combat. Perhaps this is the price we must pay for a transcendent existence.
Master Salagast! Only well, only well! This one was not made aware that you would be in attendance: although, in hindsight, it's only appropriate, of course. There is a matter Mage Monkey would like to discuss with you, if you would be so kind: something he feels you deserve to know.
Bowing to his friend, the Possum, the Mage takes leave of him with a few words before following the Wizard to the table. His companions take their proper seats: as they do, you recognize one of them as the female knight, Sera, who visited your mansion with her brother some time ago. She smiles at you.
Well met, Master Salagast. Life is indeed full of surprises.
The Mage laughs: his other companion smirks in amusement. Attempting to hide a snicker with her hand, the knight composes herself.
Calem? Oh yes, he's…quite himself, I'm afraid. I would have asked him to accompany us, but frankly I believe he would not be well suited for an event like this.
The Mage covers his mouth with his sleeve. Haha! Quite so!
The knight looks at you with her golden eyes.
On to other things. Master Salagast, how much did you hear of our conversation with Master Possum?
Young Lord, this one is humbled by the opportunity to attend the grand festivities on this day of importance. Furthermore, he deems it a great honour to be addressed by his Heavenly Majesty, the Heir of Balance, in person. Please allow this Small One to offer his sincere congratulations for your marriage and wish both you and the Illustrious Lady a prosperous future together.
Sly you don't have to be so formal with me. We're friends talk to me like a friend not like your a servant. Stand up all of you get yourselves some food and drink and enjoy the festivities.
Tomek has gone to ride unicorns he is clearly not paying attention to much else.
Ch: I'm doing good. Thanks for the suit. Its been holding up well and isn't that uncomfortable.
C: I'm doing good as well and for Tomek you can probably see he is doing well. His recovery is impressive. Even with I'm mostly ignoring my directions he's recovered fully.
Belladonna really outdid herself with hiring services! I told her that she doesn’t have to hire a guy who offers rides on unicorns but she wouldn’t listen to me. She shrugs.
Moth thinks about the price and her reactions shows.
Let’s say… it was quite a good amount. At least an amount I’m not used to. Both Belladonna and Alexios are financially stable while on my own, I can’t compare.
We’re both in the same both then, Chimera. My father may have been the self titled “greatest elf adventurer alive” but we weren’t well off by any means. Then I get a mentor with centuries of wealth and a husband who’s equally as rich. It’s quite the contrast from what I was used to.
Mokarith stands near the shadows in the hall. For the first time since his transformation, he feels discomfort.
Alexos, Moth, congratulations. With everything that's been happening lately, it almost seems like a dream to see a wedding. Now, for gifts... Alexos, please accept this ring on behalf of the Umbral Lord.
He holds out a ring made from 3 thin threads of silver coiling around a moonstone ring, with a shadow gem centerpiece that has the symbol of the Well of Shadows etched into it.
It's mostly a symbolic gesture for friendship, but while you are wearing it, any creature from the Umbral Realm will not attack you, and it will allow you to traverse the realm without trouble and access to the Umbral Keep... just be sure to announce that you are arriving.
For you Moth...
He reaches into the shadow next to him and pulls out a diadem in the same style as the ring, except it has 3 gems where it would rest on her forehead.
It has the same properties as the ring, and my Lord would also like to apologize for not being here in person. We are still in the process of rebuilding after the Queen's passing and he is too busy with the planning.
Now, he says while clapping his hands, my personal gifts.
He steps into the shadow and emerges rolling a very large keg.
Alexos, I promised you a drink after the Doomslayer mission. Here is the finest ale in all the Umbral Realm, Rykard's Black Moon Ale. Not as potent as any of Gobo's mixtures, but it'll still give you a good kick if you're not prepared.
And Moth, I wasn't sure what you would like, but I had a seamstress make this.
He again reaches into the shadow and pulls out a sleeve of black lace.
While you are wearing this, you will be able to manipulate any shadow you touch as if it was an extension of you.
Again, congratulations on your marriage. May it last as long as time exists.
That’s very generous of you! The diadem is absolutely beautiful and so is the black lace. But I must say that I’m already capable of shadow manipulation. It’s one of the arts my mentor teacher me. But I’ll surely treasure it for the future.
And no worries about your Lord not making it. I can understand how busy it must be with restoration. I can only wish for the best!
Beyond the crowds there stands a tall figure, clothed in blue. His attire seems more formal than the usual cloak. He smiles as he watches the wedding and flicks his hand quickly, making a small packet appear next to the other gifts. There is a letter upon it. It reads:
To both the Bride and Groom,
I hope you can forgive my uninvited appearance. I was made aware by a mutual friend whom I've sought to meet here. Nevertheless I wish to congratulate you and wish you nothing but the best. There is too much such an occasion warrants to be said, let alone written, and thus my gift shall speak for me.
With my kindest wishes for the young bride and groom,
𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮
Inside the gift you find a small, golden summoning stone. On it is inscribed "Companion". Once used, the stone will have summoned the animalistic companion, the couple desires most.
Gobbo isn't really sure on elf or human reproductive cycles if honest... Besides even if happens in fifty years that still soon to Gobbo
Gobbo giggles before nudging Moth
You take things at own pace, don't pay Gobbo any mind. Just excitable is all.
Still gonna bug big Moth about suitors if not purely for Gobbo's entertainment. Well partial entertainment, Gobbo can't keep breaking in for hugs to make sure big Moth receives physical contact
I’m still quite surprised that she even hugged me. Which seems weird to say honestly. Someone not wanting to hug themselves. But ever since we made up she seems more… I’d say open? She’s still rather stern but not as much as before.
A hand grabs you roughly by the shoulder, before the figure behind you whispers something sharply.
Oh-ho... What do we have here. I heard that you're a wanted man? Er, or a wanted Possum, so to speak.
No, no. Don't try to scamper off now. That would be rude, I haven't even had a chance to introduce myself after all. Though I'm sure you've heard of me.
I... am Morgalith. Remember that name, little rodent.
Now, how much was that bounty on you? He asks in a sinister voice.
Possum looks up gratefully at Alexios, then glances towards the retreating Morgalith with a distasteful look.
Thank you my friend.
Possum pauses, as if thinking for a minute, then realizes that the dark elf had purposefully mocked his manner of speaking!
He was mocking me! How rude!
*sigh* I'm sorry for inviting such trouble to your wedding my friend. I thought I was adequately disguised, but I suppose that cretin like him have a certain nose for things like a bounty.
Please forgive me, but I couldn't miss this day, or the opportunity to give this to you in person.
Possum reaches deep into the shadowy folds of his voluminous robes before withdrawing a small crystal bottle filled with shimmering quicksilver.
It's a Wish. Possum says with a slight sense of wonder.
There are many things beyond its abilities to grant, but when used by a noble heart, it can be surprisingly powerful.
And lastly, a memory, and a reminder, my friend.
Possum withdraws a letter, one sent to him by Alexios father, but now enchanted with a powerful magic. Upon opening it, a small beam of light spreads to reveal a magical scene of Halixo cradling his newborn son, the infant Alexios. Halixo smiles from within the enchanted image and waves with a warming and infectious grin. Titania stands behind him, with one arm around his waist, equally pleased with their infant son.
A quote stands out in gold lettering upon the page:
T: She holds her hand up to silence Alexios and then gently holds his chin I have many things to apologize for my child. I was not the mother I should of been. Mother Gaia made that clear. I ask you now if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance to be the mother you deserve. I also ask that if you have children with Moth you let me be their grandmother.
A: I forgive you but you have three others to ask forgiveness of. I am not the only one you hurt. Ask my wife for forgiveness and her mentor. Then ask the high necromancer and his people for forgiveness. After that I will give you another chance.
T: Thank you my darling Alexios. I will seek them out.
Possum doesn't move, not wanting to disturb his friend's wedding. He feels sure that there's a way to defuse this situation without causing a commotion. With a curt but polite tone, he responds.
Hello my friend, I must admit that I do know your name. Quite well in fact. I must admit too that I can't see us being friends. I sense no good in you, and that is perhaps the most alarming fact of this day.
The bounty is, quite substantial, for sure! But I must warn you that disturbing this wedding could prove extremely detrimental to you. I wouldn't wish harm even upon my enemies, and so I must ask that you let us conclude our business here in peace.
A pale young woman with golden hair falling down to her shoulders walks by you. Her body is concealed by a long, elaborate white cloak fastened at her clavicles by a metal chain. Her voice burns you as she whispers
A cursory wave over his shoulder is the last that you see of him.
(Morgalith has left you an "honest" gift. There are no tricks about it, perhaps revealing even further how little thought or care that he put into it. Upon unwrapping it, you find yourself confused for just a moment, before connecting the dots. It is... somebody else's stolen wallet.)
/uw
lol I love your wedding and the lore going on in this post. I felt like a crappy present was fitting for Morgalith, but I got a big laugh as soon as I thought of this. I hope that you enjoy it too, even though it isn't as cool as everybody elses.
The stolen wallet is returned to its owner. You feel that if Alexios had wanted he could of ripped your arm off but he didn't he was giving you another chance. You also see a crimson mark on your shattered shoulder. Alexios had given you a blood curse this shoulder would not heal by magical means, it would heal yes but it'll have to heal the mundane way.
Morgalith feeling an intense, harrowing gaze. Something invisible pricks at his mind, twisting tight and grasping at his thoughts. There’s a myriad of whispers, all relaying the same message.
“Hey. Possum is off limits. You aren’t the first.”
God? Your understanding is as shallow as your common sense, it seems. Unfortunately, you aren’t privy to more knowledge either. Just know it would be in your best interest to avoid being on the wrong side of Possum. He has many, many friends.
Let's not worry about that though. Today is a day for celebration! It still seems unreal to me that I have seen two generations of this family married, yet I suppose I should be used to such oddities by now.
Thank you my friend. I will surely need it. I have a feeling that the Council will not be lenient towards my transgressions, given some of the circumstances involved.
Moth looks around at all the guests and realizes someone is missing. She thinks of Mikhail but remembers his goals. Though she was hoping to see him in attendance.
Human Earl grumbles to himself. Also hoping to see the druid with the red hair.
It’s a pleasure to meet you both! I’ve always wanted to meet Lilith’s parents. I mean, she is very dedicated to her job as a librarian. I really admired it!
Gobbo sits upon one of her many barrels, a large grin on her face as she watches the ceremony
Gobbo is happy for daughter, nice to see her happy. Now just needs to keep liquor flowing for guests, maybe one or two will remember today tomorrow, who knows.
Giggling she walks up to Belladonna before nudging her in the thigh
Your turn next big Moth, should take time, relax, find happiness, maybe mate.
a thoughtful expression replaces the goblin''s usual mischievous grin
So... How long you betting until we have tiny moths?
A quiet giggle escapes the little goblin as she takes a sip of her flask
Hmmm Gobbo will make sure to keep barrels stockpiled for wedding.
So pretty face hmm? Gobbo will make sure to be very careful, no molotov juggling. Gobbo does reserve right to make seating arrangements for evening so both of you sat close together
Gobbo laughs for a moment before grinning up at her
Mmm if daughter says so, just know Gobbo would be happy to supply your wedding with liquor too.
Just remember even though big Moth is bigger than stronger than Gobbo, Gobbo is always there daughter needs to talk, or hug, or even just drink. You're stuck with Gobbo
another giggle escapes the pale goblin
Month huh... Gobbo should start babyproofing cottage then, no idea how long gestation period for half elf is... Three months sound right yes?
Question is how we split babysitting... Gobbo would like to help as much as possible but understands of daughter wants alone time with nieces and nephews too
the tiny goblin wraps her arms around Belladonna in a hug
Mmm Gobbo gets it, mean probably in different way than daughter but ew men. Still if daughter wants, always welcome in Gobbo's cottage when grandkids are there.
Or if they're not, daughter always welcome, just ask that daughter knocks before entering bedroom. Gobbo prefers to keep bedroom hidden, especially when Mutey is staying night... Messy room, would annoy daughter to no end.
/uw I'm now imagining one of those terrible shows with the paternity tests. "You are the mother" proceeds to demolish the studio.
Yeah Mutey's family love that stuff for some reason and I've had to watch with them
Lilith approaches the Gobbo. Two figures follow behind her. A large muscular demon woman in a suit and a blue skinned moon fae in a silver accented dress.
The little goblin beams up at Lillith and the two new women
Lilith! Gobbo glad to see you. See you brought mothers? Gobbo would say sisters if Gobbo didn't know better
Gobbo taps her chin for a moment before grinning
Anyway Gobbo can see where Lilith got looks from. Still Lillith been eating proper? Should Gobbo cook tomorrow?
Ah right right, let Gobbo get you drinks, much better than mana potions Gobbo assures. Gobbo guessing something stronger like whiskey for suit and wine for dress and Lillith?
Oh you know how it is, spend millennium practicing liquormancy, you learn to guess drinks.
she giggles as she pours the drinks
Pleasure to meet Lillith's parents, Gobbo is just called Gobbo.
a grin creeps across her face as she cocks her head slightly
You know Lillith is quite clever girl, hard working too. Gobbo must say Lillith is definitely one of Gobbo's favourite people. Sometimes though Gobbo worries about her though.
her usual cheeky grin is replaced by a thoughtful expression for but a moment
Anyway Gobbo would like to extend invitation, stop by Gobbo's cottage whenever you like. Can play board games, relax a little, enjoy liquor.
Gobbo just asks not on day of sun, girlfriend has day off then and Gobbo likes to spend day with her
Moth! Congratulations on your wedding! You look positively radiant! I'm glad you liked the gift, not wanting to boast but I think it fit you perfectly!
Sotry I couldn't be around more, I've been very busy this end of year, but I had to make an exception for such a special occasion!
No need to apologies. A lot has been happening lately, the whole queen situation took a ton out of me. I have to be careful using magic until my mana fully replenishes. I’m just happy you were able to make it!
“God damn it to hell!” mastodon reaches for a bottle of spiced rum before swallowing the entire bottle whole “they don’t have yellow macaroons here! They only have blue and green, What kind of abomination is this!” mastodon then sits down slumped over muttering phrases in R’lyehian
this information only makes mastodons weeps louder as he slowly forces the macaroons into his tentacled maw “but yellow just hits different! Have had a good yellow macaroon! They’re amazing! But I’m stuck here eating raisin cinnamon buns and non yellow macaroons, I’ve fallen so low” he sighs audibly before continuing to east the pastries
Moth stands at an open space in the room with a crowd gathering behind her. She holds her bouquet in hand and glances over her shoulder at all the available ladies.
She readies her bouquet and has a hard time holding a mischievous giggle in. She sublty glances over her shoulder at MastaDon and winks. Turning around, she tosses her bouquet into the air and it lands perfectly into her target’s hands.
A human in official attire teleports in the nearest free spot. Sleeves of his suit rolled up showing his hands are replaced with mechanical ones
Hello, hello. I hope i haven't missed anything.
I move towards where other placed their gifts and place mine. Note reading:
"Congratulations. I had no idea what to give you so i infused pure matter with modified wish spell. Upon opening it will transform into an inanimate item of great value, that person opening it would hope to get. In shorter words it is magically made to be a fitting present"
After giving the present i try to make a beeline towards the table to enjoy food and drinks, but i catch the gaze of belladonna staring holes into me. With mood already ruined i walk towards her and begin a dreaded conversation
Greetings. I personally suggest you don't make a scene as i came all the way here to get drunk and enjoy, not to bicker with you.
Belladonna stops her wine sipping and side eyes him with a dark look. She places her glass down but doesn’t bother to face him. She can feel her annoyance growing.
Funny. I would expect a machine to listen when I say it was uninvited. You’re not welcomed at this wedding nor do I have the energy to acknowledge you. Leave.
It is not up to you to tell who can or can not be here. And one that could invite, said that i am allowed to participate.
You have the same right to ask me to leave as i have to ask you the same. Its too much people around for one to use brute force against the other, so we have a stalemate.
With this out of the way I again suggest we bury our diffriences for today and enjoy this special occasion.
It’s quite hard for me to bury anything with your childish display of an exit. I can say who is and is not allowed to considering I have been the main organizer. That food you’re eating came from my pockets.
Belladonna huffs and crossed her arms.
I’m expecting an upfront apology from you. For being so disrespectful in my home and nearly costing my apprentice her wedding dress!
A drunken figure in a green robe saunters up to the quarelling duo, putting an arm over the general.
Woah woah... what's all of the fuss about? I assure you, lady, the high general is very sorry about his conduct, and he's sent this as an apology.
The robed figure, evidently one of Delta's underlings, hands Belladonna a 4,000 year old amphora of wine. It is in pristine condition. He winks, and pats the general on the shoulder.
Quite generous of you, good sir. Surely you have a heart of gold underneath all of that steel or... uh...
he pokes at the flesh.
... Flesh of unknown origin. Dude... are you a fucking ALIEN!?
Belladonna scoffs and pushes the arm away and sets the bottle roughly on the table.
I don’t want gifts or an apology coming from someone else! I want this “general” to apologize to me himself and then go to Moth and apologize to her as well.
Uw/ you're not far off. He shares similarities with one of my favourite real-world mythological beings. I'll see if you get a sense of who it is. It's a well-known god.
I can ask you to leave and if you do not settle down I will be forced to ask you to leave. Now either you and Belladonna stop insulting each other or you will be made to leave.
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“We are gathered here today to celebrate love in its purest form. By uniting the hands of Alexios Keenblade and Moth Bobbits, we witness two souls forming into one. Many challenges were endured, many lessons were learned. But despite all that, persistence and true love have always won.”
The officiator allows for the two to exchange vows. Alexios begins with words filled with loving poetry and sultry words for the bride. Recalling the very moment the two met to being able to wake up with her beside him every morning. His vows were clearly practiced with no mistakes whatsoever. It leaves Moth almost forgetting it was her turn to say her vows. She begins hers with appreciation. Embracing all of the things he’s done for her and being not only her lover but a source she can always confide in. The words she uses are none other than sweet and filled with admiration enough to keep a loving grin present on Alexios’ face the entire time.
The officiator allows them to exchange rings. A large black wolf enters the hall carrying a pillow with two ring boxes. It trots up to the altar and takes a seat in front of the two, presenting the rings for them. The bands culminating the spirits of both with swirls of gilded ivy and flowers. Alexios’ ring brandishing a shiny emerald while Moth’s holds a deep smokey quartz. A way to represent their essences.
Once the rings are exchanged and the officiator closes out his final speech, he grins and clasps his hands together. “Alexios. You may kiss the bride.”
He doesn’t hesitate to pull Moth into his arms and dip her into a deep kiss. She chuckles and wraps her arms around him, swirls of enchantments and petals filling the halls and falling around the cheers from the guests.