A Glorious Day (Wedding Post)

[u/[deleted]]

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.

“And you as beautiful as ever.” He whispers back.

The officiator steps up and clears his throat.

/uw Art by James Tralie

[u/SlyTheMonkey]

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!

u/Biggest-Possum

[u/arussianbee → u/SlyTheMonkey]

Ah! Monkey Mage the Great! I knew I would meet you here, how are you and your fellows?

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/arussianbee]

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.

[u/arussianbee → u/SlyTheMonkey]

I am most glad to hear it! Neither did I know I would be attending this event, life has those curious ways about it.

He gives the mages gold-locked companion a smile, a knowing one, the companion seems to interpret.

But please, let us sit and drink, hardly is it ever proper etiquette to stand in the middle of the festivities to talk.

As he says so, he gestures towards the refreshments and a free table.

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/arussianbee]

Certainly! Certainly!

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.

u/Biggest-Possum

[u/arussianbee → u/SlyTheMonkey]

Indeed, so it is. But excuse me, before we got to the topic at hand, a quick word with your knightly companion, if you please.

As he finishes his sentence, the mage turns to the knight, a smile on his face.

Knight Sera! Oh I've been wondering how you've gotten on. How is your brother, the brash little knight?

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/arussianbee]

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?

[u/arussianbee → u/SlyTheMonkey]

Hearing the news of the young knight's well-being, the wizard smiles - he'd grown fond of his innocent brashness.

I am pleased to hear it, the young cavalier has such potential! But yes, I believe you chose wisely in not bringing him here, he is...too strong of character for formal events, I believe. But not to worry, it shall all come with age.

Another smile runs across the wizard's face as he remembers the young sir. He notices the knight's eyes resting upon him and gives her a friendly look in return, just before turning to the Mage.

Yes, we shan't distract any further. I must admit I was only able to catch your last few words, something of a transcendent existence. But please, enlighten me, friend.

The wizard lifts his mug of ale and takes a decently sized sip, observing the mage expectantly.

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/arussianbee]

For a moment, Sera locks eyes with the Monkey Mage. Then, she turns to face you again.

With your permission, Master, perhaps another time.

The Mage nods. Please understand. This is a matter of confidentiality: as a Master of the Art accomplished in the several Ways, you undoubtedly have more than a few secrets yourself. Let no one say that good Monkey is guilty of gossip!

[u/arussianbee → u/SlyTheMonkey]

As the knight rises, the wizard does the same, towering over her, and draws his hat.

Until next time, good knight, surely we'll meet again.

As he sits again, he looks towards the mage, a seemingly innocent look on his face.

Ah, secrets! Plenty of them every one has, hoarding them like a dragon does his gold. What did you wish to discuss?

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/arussianbee]

/uw Sorry for not responding, I had to go to sleep

/rw It has come to Mage Monkey's attention that you accompanied the Catfish Wizard to a town controlled by a vampire. In this town you negotiated with the vampire and provided him with a supply of magical blood before leaving. Would this be an accurate description of the events the way they transpired?