Kotin's Notes

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Wedding of Selaesia and Brokkrsten

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Towering trees surround a large patch of green grass dusted with colorful wild flowers.  Over the treetops, snow-covered peaks are outlined against the clear sky.  Four poles wrapped with silk ribbons surround an altar of carved wood from which delicate garlands of flowering vines hang down to the ground.
Also here: Maven Brokkrsten, Arbiter Jastalyn, Wornac, Zyllian, Iseo who is sitting, Jadiana, Eldanari, Wedding Coordinator Maesie, Joness who is sitting, Chairman Logeerkamer, Demianna who is sitting, Ososis, High Lord Synyster, Laraynis, Lady Dirvy, Land Pirate Maylan who is sitting, Aldebryn, Maiden Leafiara who is sitting, Daznor, Meggiemae who is sitting, Ushea who is sitting, High Lady Kahlanni, Amaurn who is sitting, Davean, Zavala who is sitting, Lady Hailleus, Lightweaver Enestrie, Laralana, Mistress Clairette, Pietra, Azerik, Great Lady Khylynnia, Nodyre, Mando who is sitting, Xanlin, Mayor Tawariell, Jhenni
Obvious paths: north, east

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A warm breeze stirs among the leaves, carrying an enchanting melody plucked out by an elven harpist on a stool to the left of a trellis of woven sticks and needlepoint ivy.

Two dwarven children play among the trees at the edge of the clearing, their laughter rising up to meet the evening sun filtering into the glade, when their mother calls out to them to return to their seats, the ceremony is about to begin.

A strong smell of onions, ale, and brownies begins to permeate the area, centered on a shadowy cloud billowing up in front of the trellis. As the cloud obscures the trellis, Brokkrsten steps out of the cloud with a long belch, dispersing the vapors. He bows to Wornac, and turns to face the assembly.

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You see Maven Brokkrsten Airmidanu the Master Alchemist. He appears to be a Dwarf of the Khanshael. He is very tall. He appears to be youthful. He has silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and ruddy skin. He has a bald head. He has a broad face, a prominent nose and a thick mustache and beard. Laugh lines splay out from the corners of his eyes and mouth. He has a faint scar of a rod wrapped by a serpent like figure on the left side of his neck. He is in good shape. He is wearing a dark blue sea glass locket, a black longcloak with a balenite crown symbol clasp, a White Haven bear head pin, an exquisite black silk shirt trimmed in cerulean braiding, a hammered white gold armcuff, a formal dark fur sporran, a deep cerulean and cranberry pashmina kilt with coral threading, and some deep cerulean socks with coral threading under some knee-high boots with tooled dark blue leather laces.

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A hush falls over the crowd as the elven harpist transitions to a traditional elven bridal march.

The cloudless sky grows overcast and the gentle breeze begins to gust, filling the glade with the scent of evergreen and ozone. Tiny whirlwinds form in the aisle, picking up rose petals as they go, only to die down again a few seconds later.

The clouds condense into a great gray thunderhead, throwing the forest into a premature darkness punctuated by the light of the confused fireflies that have appeared from the woods.

 

Without warning lightning erupts from the cloud, forking as it dances across the sky in a blinding display of light before solidifying into a jagged bolt that strikes the ground at the back of the glade. When the smoke clears you see Selaesia standing unscathed in the center of a charred circle.

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Heavy sparks dance around Selaesia as wisps of electricity travel up and down her body. You see Librarian Selaesia Airmidanu. She appears to be an Illistim Elf. She is tall. She appears to be very young. She has beautifully onyx-outlined deep-set pale grey eyes, glossy red full lips, and soft, fair skin. She has long, unruly golden hair. She has an angular face, a thin nose and small pointed ears. She has diamond-glittered bright violet pigment brushed onto her short fingernails. She has a rune tattoo on her arm, and a blue-eyed calico cat tattoo on her arm. She is in good shape. She is holding a small ribbon-wrapped nosegay in her left hand. She is wearing a simple woven floral circlet, a medium-length sheer ivory veil with delicate scalloped lace edging, an iridescent mother-of-pearl locket, a lace-edged ivory silk wedding gown, a balenite engagement band inlaid with cerulean diamonds, and some calf-laced leather sandals embroidered with vines and flowers.

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Wornac clears his throat and nods once to the elven harpist, who finishes the stanza and stills her harp strings.

Wornac slowly gazes upward upon the audience.

Wornac recites: "Welcome friends, family, brothers, sisters. We gather tonight to witness the union of two families and two souls."

Wornac recites: "Marriage is sacred, unique, special, and stands alone as the sole time when even though there are times when you really want to..."

Wornac recites: "...Mister Brokkrsten, you cannot stand idly by while your betrothed is decaying just because your wife changed her mind on what she wanted for dinner three times. Lady Selaesia, you are forever forbidden to meteor the entire Khanshael clan because your husband disagreed on the curtain colors"

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Brokkrsten gazes lovingly at Selaesia.  

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "I love you, Selaesia, as I love no other."

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "I will love you when we are together, when we are apart;"

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "Through times of plenty and of want."

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "I take you to be my wife through health and sickness;"

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "When our lives are at peace and when they are in turmoil;"

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "When there are undead and when there are demons;"

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "Through joy and sorrow."

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "I will honor your goals and dreams and help you to fulfill them."

Speaking to Selaesia, Brokkrsten says, "All that I am I share with you, now and forever."

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Selaesia smiles and gazes lovingly at Brokkrsten as she gathers his hands into her own.

Speaking lovingly to Brokkrsten, Selaesia says, "I wasn t looking for you, my love, but you found me anyway and promptly swept me right off my feet. Your kindness and generosity light up my days and your wit and humor keep me laughing through the night."

Speaking lovingly to Brokkrsten, Selaesia says, "I may be a lightning mage, but you are the bolt that cleaves me right down to my center. And when I am at my lowest, you are the one who raises me up and puts me back together again. I don t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank the gods every day that I have you by my side and I vow to love you wholly and completely from this day until my last day. I love you. Thank you for making me the luckiest elf in Elanthia."

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Selaesia smiles at Brokkrsten and gives his hands one last squeeze before turning her attention back to Wornac.

Wornac asks, "Do you have rings you would like to exchange as a symbol of your love?"

Speaking to Wornac, Brokkrsten says, "Aye, we do."

 

Brokkrsten pats down the pockets of his coat, a nervous smile making his beard bristle. A look of panic crosses his face as he rifles through his sporran and comes up empty-handed.

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Selaesia looks at Brokkrsten with concern.

Brokkrsten breaks out in a sweat.

Brokkrsten nervously says, "Ah, I knows I has it here somewhere..."

Selaesia glances at Brokkrsten and folds her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.

Brokkrsten smiles reassuringly at Selaesia as he digs in the pockets of his jacket once more. He looks away from his bride and furrows his brow, absentmindedly stroking his beard, when suddenly he stops mid-stroke and a look of understanding dawns on his face. He plunges an arm into his beard and clanging sounds ensue as he rummages around. After several moments his hand finally emerges with a wedding band.

Brokkrsten lets out a sigh of relief.

Brokkrsten grins sheepishly at Selaesia.

Brokkrsten tenderly takes Selaesia s hand in his and slips the ring onto her finger, sealing it there with a quick kiss.

Selaesia gazes lovingly at Brokkrsten.

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Selaesia rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Selaesia glances at Brokkrsten. > Khylynnia whispers something to Jhenni.

Brokkrsten raises an eyebrow in Selaesia's direction.

Selaesia smiles knowingly at Brokkrsten as she reaches under her veil and begins poking around in her unruly golden hair. She bites her lip and gingerly extracts a balenite wedding band from her long

Brokkrsten holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Selaesia winks and flashes a quick grin at her beloved, then slides the wedding band into place on his finger. She takes both his hands in hers and gives them a loving squeeze as they look deep into each others eyes.

 

Wornac exclaims, "By the powers invested in me and by the impartial and just Gosaena, I now pronounce you elf and dwarf.... I mean, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"

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Brokkrsten pauses for a moment to admire his bride, whose cheeks flush slightly under his adoring gaze, before he carefully lifts her veil, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her quite thoroughly.

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Everyone cheers

 

Selaesia beams!

 

Brokkrsten gives Selaesia a lingering kiss.

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Wornac exclaims, "Lords and Ladies, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Brokkrsten Airmidanu! Please join the happy couple in celebration east of here at the grassy hill!"

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Advice to the newly weds:

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Svardin says, "I do has some advice fer da newly wedded."
Svardin giggles.

Svardin exclaims, "Ta helps ya as ya begins a new life tagethers, I'll offer ya da sum a me life experience, I wills!"

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Everyone turns to listen to Svardin.

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Svardin says, "First, don't pick flowers durin' an avalanche as dey tends ta wilt more quicklys."

Svardin says, "Second, remember where ya live so's ya kin find someplace ta sleep from time ta time."

Svardin says, "Third, lobsters may be cute, but dey make terrible pets."

Svardin says, "Fourth, when yer fishin', hold onta da pole and cast da line."

Svardin says, "Last but nae least, if yer kinds ta da lil folks, dey'll never has reason not ta looks up ta ya."

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Speaking quietly to Selaesia, Khylynnia exclaims, "Have good Sex!!"

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