A Squirrelly Wedding: The Binding of Shaddus d'Cente and Orventa Trueflight

Shaddus

First off, thanks to Drocilla, Ianir, and Czixi for their parts in this or in the planning. Secondly, @Orventa did an astounding job coming up with the food, wedding clothes, and pretty much all the work needed to make a whimsical and amusing wedding. I can't believe you packed me into a shirt and trousers, with a scarf
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You follow Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect in to the Hollow of Continuity.

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Orventa curtseys gracefully before Captain Maple Merriwood.

The Hollow of Continuity.

Grown within an ancient and twisting tree, this chamber glows with a soft, preternatural light. The

wood within is as the bark without, a rich and earthy brown in hue, though softer to the touch so 

shielded from the elements. Here and there the ridges and tendrils give way to pulsing veins of 

amber, a soft luminescence rising and falling in an inexorable cadence played by the soft rise and 

fall of the wind as it brushes through the leaves above, the soft chime of silvery metals tinkling 

down even inside. Keeping time with the dramatic waxing and waning of light, many minutes passing 

from peak to peak, a soft brush of air flushes through the Hollow, as though the tree itself were 

drawing breath. Spaced sporadically about the walls of the Hollow are whorling knots coated in dried 

amber sap, allowing faint glimpses of the outside world while filtering the brilliant sunlight into 

a soft, dim glow. Resplendent in arboureal armaments, Captain Maple Merriwood stands here, gazing 

out into the vast treetops of the Tree of Trees. Wreathed in an inferno of furious ebon flames, a 

scintillating champagne wyvern unfurls vapourous wings of hissing steam here, bright eyes shining a 

startling violet. Carried aloft upon brilliant wings of gossamer-fine glass, an iridescent clockwork 

dragonfly hovers here. A radiant glass shadhahvar is here, gambolling amidst eldritch breezes. 

Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect is here.

You see a single exit leading out.

-bow maple

You bow respectfully to Captain Maple Merriwood.

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Raising his hand in greeting, Captain Maple Merriwood says "Hello!"

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "Hello Captain!"

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Captain Maple Merriwood says, "Why hello miss! What brings you to the Tree of Trees?"

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "I've long admired the beauty of your

village, and my fiance and I were hoping you might allow us to get married nearby?"

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "We proposed in the hummingbird meadow..

and thought it would be the perfect spot..."

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Orventa blushes furiously.

Shaddus nods in agreement, his eyes wandering the tree's hollow interior.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

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Captain Maple Merriwood laughs joyously.

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Captain Maple Merriwood gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

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Captain Maple Merriwood says, "To him? Are you sure, miss? He seems like the kind to enjoy the roots

more than meadows."

You say, "More the loam beneath the tree, but yes."

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Orventa smiles softly, "Well, meadows thrive along with strong roots and rich earth, both of which

he has aplenty.

You smile softly at Orventa.

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Captain Maple Merriwood says, "Neither one of your are enemies to the Guardians of the Willow so it

would be our pleasure to officiate your union."

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Orventa beams broadly.

 

You say to Captain Maple Merriwood, "We may have some guests, but I don't think they're enemies

either."

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "Oh that's wonderful to hear! We did have

one ah.. odd request."

You tilt your head back and look up at the sky.

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "Would spirit Rikitosk be able to help

officiate?"

Captain Maple Merriwood says, "He is the most powerful spirit within Amberni so if you are to be

married here, it would only be the most suitable. I'm afraid I will have to translate for him 

however, only the fae may understand his sylvan chittering."

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Orventa nods her head enthusiastically.

You nod your head at Captain Maple Merriwood.

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Laughing softly, Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "I cannot say that he has ever officiated a

wedding, however, or even understands the concept so we'll see how that goes!"

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect laughingly says, "That would do just fine."

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Urging, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "Go along, we will meet you at the meadow."

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Orventa nods her head emphatically.

You say, "Tell him it's some sort of spiritualist bonding ritual."

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Orventa's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You look thoughtful and say, "We're sharing walnuts or something."

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Captain Maple Merriwood nods his head emphatically.

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says to you, "Shall we?"

You nod your head at Orventa.

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Orventa inclines her head politely to Captain Maple Merriwood.

You say, "Lead on, dear heart."

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His figure glistening with an emerald aura, a Sentinel of the Willow marches in from the out.

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You tilt back your head and inhale deeply through your nose, the whiskers of a wolf's snout upon

your face twitching as you sense the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.

You make out the scent of Adal coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Arix coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Veldrin coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Orventa coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Lorina coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Ixion coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Vatul coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Kistan coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Shulamit coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Doman coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Rolsand coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You make out the scent of Anita coming from a cacophony of hummingbirds.

You say, "Here we are."

A cacophony of hummingbirds.

A gale is in full force here, threatening to blow away anything not firmly rooted. Milky and roseate

, fluffy puffballs transform the landscape into an alien terrain despite the underlying branches and 

leaves visible. These delicate, blushing florae reveal themselves as flowers by the zigging, zagging 

and zipping of tiny hummingbirds flitting from one poof to the next. The culminating sound of dozens 

of these miniature birds creates a cacophonous thrumming. Their subtle disturbance of the dainty 

blooms fills the area with a pleasing redolence of nectar. Wreathed in an inferno of furious ebon 

flames, a scintillating champagne wyvern unfurls vapourous wings of hissing steam here, bright eyes 

shining a startling violet. Carried aloft upon brilliant wings of gossamer-fine glass, an iridescent 

clockwork dragonfly hovers here. A radiant glass shadhahvar is here, gambolling amidst eldritch 

breezes. Surveying her surroundings with a warm smile, a Morningsong Sister stands here. In the 

shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Emanating a soft, scintillating light, a 

shimmering portal hovers in the air nearby. Archlich Adal d'Vanecu, Prelate of the Empowered is here.

Arix Carthan is here. Lady Lorina with an Angel face lingers nearby with a serene calm, flickering 

motes of starlight playing along her form. Silvertongue Anita, Vates Arboreal stands here in a faint 

breeze of rustling leaves and birdsong. Shulamit Lunarose waits here, skeins of resinous smoke 

curling languidly about her figure in flickering, coppery tongues of light and shadow. Playing a 

spirited song on a wooden pan flute, an alluring sileni frolics here. Clothed in starry robes of 

Void-spun brocade, a Merchant of Thelem waits here. Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's 

Architect is here. Carrion Eater Rolsand D'Cente is here. Concealed within a heavy scarlet cloak, a 

shapeshifter flicks sparks of energy between her hands. Lady Nightingale Vatul d'Vanecu, of the 

Danse Macabre lingers within velvety billows of indigo-lavender smoke that imbue the air with the 

intoxicating fragrance of burgeoning dusk. Kistan n'Kylbar floats here, enchanting notes weaving 

ceaselessly about his form.You see exits leading south, northwest, and through a shimmering portal.

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says, "We're waiting on the officiants."

Swaying elegantly, a fair-haired nymph meanders in from the south.

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Kistan n'Kylbar whispers to Adal, "There's nymphs."

You say, "Thank you all for coming. This wedding will be slightly different, and there's food

afterwards."

A Sentinel of the Willow enters carrying a small wooden table packed with white boxes.

You thank a Sentinel of the Willow profusely.

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Humming softly as she goes, a fair-haired nymph meanders off to the northwest.

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A Sentinel of the Willow sets the table down effortlessly and sets himself up next to it, guarding

the boxes with a patient expression.

Beautiful in its simplicity, the wooden table has been left unornamented and unpolished, allowing

for the beauty of its grain to show. A handful of white boxes has been piled upon it.

It weighs about 100 pounds.

A simple wooden table is holding:

"box227072"                             a small white box

30 items found.

It has the following aliases: table, banquet.

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A Sentinel of the Willow sets down an ivory platter on top of the table next to the boxes.

You say to a Sentinel of the Willow, "You are too kind, thank you."

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Adjusting his helmet, a Sentinel of the Willow exclaims, "You may each take a box if you like, to be

opened when the ceremony is completed!"

You urge your companions onwards.

You say, "No peeking!"

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Orventa nods her head in agreement.

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Arix takes a small white box from a simple wooden table.

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Doman takes a small white box from a simple wooden table.

Shulamit takes a small white box from a simple wooden table.

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Shulamit nods solemnly.

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Lorina takes a small white box from a simple wooden table.

You look thoughtful and say, "I hear that if you peek, whatever's inside turns into Kethuru and eats

you."

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Anita squeaks in fright.

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Shulamit gives a horrified gasp.

-put 50 platter on platter

An ivory platter of honeyed rum babas sprinkled with toasted hickory nuts will not fit what you're

putting into it.

-put 50 platter on platter here

You put 50 platters of powderfruit-flavoured dragees into an ivory porcelain platter.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

-put 50 platter on platter here

You put 50 platters of lamb croquettes latticed with bourbon sunroot mousseline into an ivory

porcelain platter.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

-put 50 platter on platter here

You put 31 heavy metal platters bearing skewers of salt grilled, wine basted ayu into an ivory

porcelain platter.

You have no more of that.

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With a sure stride, Captain Maple Merriwood enters from the south.

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Captain Maple Merriwood gives the world a smart salute.

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Anita beams broadly at Captain Maple Merriwood.

You bow respectfully to Captain Maple Merriwood.

Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "Hello everyone! Friends of the bride and groom!"

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Humming softly as she goes, a fair-haired nymph meanders off to the northwest.

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Orventa curtseys gracefully before Captain Maple Merriwood.

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The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Vatul's lips.

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Humming softly as she goes, a fair-haired nymph meanders off to the northwest.

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Captain Maple Merriwood makes his way through the crowd, saluting this way and that regally. He

stops at the heart of the meadow, amidst the blooms, and gestures for Orventa and you to approach.

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Arix Carthan says, "Wait, am I the oldest one here?"

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Arix Carthan says, "Oh good."

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A Sentinel of the Willow stands a bit closer to the boxes, making sure to keep them ever within his

line of sight.

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Shaddus takes Orventa by the hand, stepping up towards Maple with a smile.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

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Humming softly as she goes, a fair-haired nymph meanders off to the south.

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Chittering cheerfully to the trees, Rikitosk the Eager bounds in from the south.

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Orventa inhales quietly, sparing a quick glance to you as they walk towards Captain Maple Merriwood.

A cacophony of hummingbirds.

A light cover of clouds hides the sky in a sheet of white. Milky and roseate, fluffy puffballs

transform the landscape into an alien terrain despite the underlying branches and leaves visible. 

These delicate, blushing florae reveal themselves as flowers by the zigging, zagging and zipping of 

tiny hummingbirds flitting from one poof to the next. The culminating sound of dozens of these 

miniature birds creates a cacophonous thrumming. Their subtle disturbance of the dainty blooms fills 

the area with a pleasing redolence of nectar. Wreathed in an inferno of furious ebon flames, a 

scintillating champagne wyvern unfurls vapourous wings of hissing steam here, bright eyes shining a 

startling violet. Carried aloft upon brilliant wings of gossamer-fine glass, an iridescent clockwork 

dragonfly hovers here. A radiant glass shadhahvar is here, gambolling amidst eldritch breezes. In 

the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Proud and erect in his polished wooden armour,

a Sentinel of the Willow is here, keeping watching over his surroundings. A simple wooden table 

stands off to the side. An ivory platter sits on the table. Resplendent in arboureal armaments, 

Captain Maple Merriwood stands here, gazing out into the vast treetops of the Tree of Trees. 

Vibrating with an infectious energy, Rikitosk the Eager is here. Archlich Adal d'Vanecu, Prelate of 

the Empowered is here. Silvertongue Anita, Vates Arboreal stands here in a faint breeze of rustling 

leaves and birdsong. Arix Carthan is here. Concealed within a heavy scarlet cloak, a shapeshifter 

flicks sparks of energy between her hands. Carrion Eater Rolsand D'Cente is here. Lady Lorina with 

an Angel face lingers nearby with a serene calm, flickering motes of starlight playing along her 

form. Clothed in starry robes of Void-spun brocade, a Merchant of Thelem waits here. Shulamit 

Lunarose waits here, skeins of resinous smoke curling languidly about her figure in flickering, 

coppery tongues of light and shadow. Kistan n'Kylbar floats here, enchanting notes weaving 

ceaselessly about his form. Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect is here. Vatul is 

here, smiling faintly. Playing a spirited song on a wooden pan flute, an alluring sileni frolics 

here.

You see exits leading south and northwest.

Rikitosk the Eager chitters amiably as he looks down on everyone gathered, clearly taller than

anyone else.

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A massive squirrel composed of a vibrant emerald mist, Rikitosk the Eager fills his surroundings

with an infectious aura of life, cheer, and positive energy. Standing taller than most men, 

nonetheless squirrels, this spirit is often hunched forward, eagerly shoving this or that at his 

mouth with an attempt to discern its nature. Inedible things scatter the ground about the indelible 

Rikitosk, while those items he has deemed as 'food' are either rapidly consumed or stuffed into one 

of many piles for future munching. Paler shades of yellow-green paint the great squirrel's belly and 

chest, a bright contrast to the rich tones of his back and face. The only parts of Rikitosk that 

appear entirely solid are his curious, pitch black eyes, constantly roving across his surroundings 

for whatever might pique a gargantuan spirit squirrel's interest, and the long, curved horn of ivory 

that rises from his forehead.

Rikitosk the Eager has an air of extreme strength.

He weighs about 428 pounds.

You cannot see what Rikitosk the Eager is holding.

It has the following aliases: rikitosk, squirrel.

A fae of no small beauty, Captain Maple Merriwood stands nearly the height of a human, rare amongst

even fae knights. Long golden hair kissed with tones of autumnal tints cascades down his back and 

shoulders, kept out of his face only by the silver band about his crown that denotes his rank within 

the Guardians of the Willow. His armour, broad and thick things grown whole by the fae and uniquely 

fitting him, bear countless whorls and knots of age and signs of growth still. His skin is warm and 

tanned, almost emerald in hue, bearing its own signs of ages old warfare and survival. The slender-

boned knight goes barefoot, often wriggling his toes unconsciously into the blankets of moss and 

grass that grow across the thicker boughs of the great Tree of Trees.

Captain Maple Merriwood has an air of extreme strength.

He weighs about 184 pounds.

He has a moderate resistance to cutting damage.

He has a moderate resistance to blunt damage.

He has a moderate resistance to magic damage.

He has a moderate weakness to fire damage.

He has a moderate resistance to cold damage.

He has a slight weakness to electrical damage.

He has a moderate resistance to poison damage.

He has a moderate resistance to psychic damage.

He has a moderate weakness to excorable damage.

He has a moderate resistance to divinus damage.

He is loyal to the Village of Willows.

You cannot see what Captain Maple Merriwood is holding.

It has the following aliases: maple, captain, merriwood, fae.

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Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge

, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

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Rikitosk the Eager bounds across the meadow, his ethereal form scarcely disturbing the flowers.

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Rikitosk the Eager positions himself behind Captain Maple and gathers his paws at his chest.

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Doman pats Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar in a friendly manner.

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Arix peers speculatively down at Rikitosk.

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Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "Welcome everyone! Please be... uhh, seated or stand as you like.

The spirit of squirrel will be officiating and I will be translating!"

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Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar beams broadly at Doman.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

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Arix sits himself down.

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Doman blinks.

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Shulamit sits herself down.

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In a swift, fluid motion, Shulamit springs up from her hands to land crouched on her feet.

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Shulamit coughs softly.

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Derrial, the grand lyrebird trots in with head high, butting Doman gently with his head.

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Kistan sits himself down.

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Rikitosk the Eager inhales deeply and chitters out an incoherent string of sounds.

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Translating solemnly, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "We have gathered here today to hide an aco-."

You stare blankly into space.

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Captain Maple Merriwood glances askance to the massive squirrel and leans backwards to whisper

something to the ethereal creature.

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Rikitosk the Eager chitters discontentedly, paws raised high to portray something round.

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Captain Maple Merriwood shakes his head while explaining something in a scarcely audible whisper. He

points to Orventa and then you and then makes rounding gestures with his hands.

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Rikitosk the Eager's black eyes gaze intently at you and he chitters back to Captain Maple with

circural gestures again.

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Vatul clasps her hands before her, her twilit pupils fixed between the squirrel and the Captain not

only with fascination but with silent amusement.

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Captain Maple Merriwood nods eagerly and turns back to those gathered again, his handsome face

adopting a solemn look again.

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Rikitosk the Eager chitters amiably, paws gesturing to Orventa and you.

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Translating solemnly, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "We have gathered here today to celebrate and

bless the union of Orventa Trueflight and Shaddus D'Cente."

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Rikitosk the Eager chitters amiably, paws gesturing to Orventa and you.

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Maintaining a visible composure his voice lacks, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "It is our hope that

it will be as strong and eternal as the bonds that b- bind a well-stocked acorn nest and its owner, 

as bountiful and reliable as the... the..."

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Rikitosk the Eager chitters amiably again.

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Looks away from those gathered and to his feet, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "Autumn harvest that

allows one to last through a harsh winter."

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The cacophony of hummingbirds thrills joyously all around you, flitting amidst the roseate blooms.

Shaddus glances amusedly at Orventa out of the corner of his eye.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

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Vatul tells you, "//I AM DYING."

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Rikitosk the Eager paws at Orventa and you while chittering happily.

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Rubbing his neck, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "May you respect each other by never forgetting

where you have stored away the other half of you, your beloved source of sustenance in this 

unforgivable world."

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Rikitosk the Eager nods vigorously with a serious expression on its ethereal face. It then folds its

paws on top of each other, eyes closed, still nodding.

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Orventa's lips quirk into a grin as she nods, beaming at you.

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Warm rays of light filter from on high through the boughs, illuminating the proceeding with golden

light.

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Speaking for himself now, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "At the heart of the world you have come

together to officiate your bonds of matrimony, I can only hope the union will be as harmonious as 

nature - fierce where necessary, benevolent when required, forgiving as needed."

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Smiling joyously, Captain Maple Merriwood says, "What will you vow to each other?"

Shaddus turns to Orventa, nodding as if urging her on.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

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Orventa nods her head at you.

You say to Orventa, "Life is full of change, and of growth. Yet, my love for you is as firm as the

roots of the Mountains, and as unyielding as the granite upon which the First World is built."

Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to Orventa's brow.

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Orventa smiles softly.

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Ixion tells you, "//a rocky metaphor, right to the core."

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Rikitosk the Eager chitters contently and makes a round gesture with his paws.

You tell Kalas Ixion, the Devouring Blade, "// may people marble at my wit."

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Rikitosk the Eager's roving eyes spot the food gathered up high on the table.

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Humming softly as she goes, a fair-haired nymph meanders off to the northwest.

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Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says to you, "And my love for you is as eternal

as Time itself, as my heart sings, like the sands and the crystals of my homeland, my dearest."

You smile softly at Orventa.

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Captain Maple Merriwood claps his hands together merrily.

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Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "Exchange your wedding rings!"

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Rikitosk the Eager moves slightly to the side, every tiny step closer to the table.

You display an eroded geode band for all in the room to see.

Encircling the finger in a comfortable grip, misty opaque quartz has

been fashioned into the semblance of a band. Crumbling to fall away from

the crystal, a fissure cracks across the otherwise smooth surface of the

ring, exposing the true nature of the otherwise simple adornment. Caught

within, the glitter of hundreds of minuscule gems sparkle, multifaceted

cores in shifting shades of vibrant wine reds and syrupy honey golds. A

geode nestled in its core, the slightest tilt of the hand draws

attention to this piece, its hazy nature fooling only those who know not

what lies within.

It weighs 2 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of Unchained Prelate Shaddus D'Cente, of the Broken Teeth.

It has been stamped with the seal of Dustwrought Hummingbird.

It has the following aliases: ring, band.

You give an eroded geode band to Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect.

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Orventa proudly shows off a rugged, diamond-fissured wedding band:

A jagged fissure breaks through the centre of this ruggedly hammered

tungsten ring, winding uninterrupted about the length of the band as it

encircles the finger. Multitudes of perfect, harmonically attuned,

invert-set diamonds sparkle with a mysterious brilliance within the dark

crevice, their subtly menacing points shimmering with each pulse beat of

the wearer. Smoothly polished skysilver graces the inner contour of the

otherwise rough ring, allowing for comfort and ease of wear.

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Orventa's hand slips into her pocket and withdraws a darkly gleaming ring. Turning to you, As a

symbol of our love and the acceptance of you into our family, I offer you my name and my heart and 

this ring."

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Orventa gives a rugged, diamond-fissured wedding band to you.

You slip into a rugged, diamond-fissured wedding band.

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You have emoted: Shaddus smiles softly again at Orventa before turning back to Captain Maple.

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You have recovered balance on all limbs.

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Rikitosk the Eager makes a grand gesture while chittering proudly.

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A knot forms at the centre of your chest, not painful but it fills you with palpable tension. As you

ease into it, probing about the change, you recognise it as something else entirely. It is where the 

awareness of your spouse resides, always close and tangible.

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Smiling, Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "Then in the name of Rikitosk and my own as the Captain

of the Guardians of the Willow, I pronounce you husband and wife!"

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Orventa beams broadly.

You beam broadly.

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Captain Maple Merriwood opens the white box in his hands and casts a handful of phoenix feathers

into the air!

-i

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Vatul opens a small white box.

Vatul casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

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Anita releases a swirling stream of sparkling essence into the air above her.

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Arix opens a small white box.

Arix casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

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Lorina opens a small white box.

Lorina casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

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Kistan cheers wildly!

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Anita opens a small white box.

Anita casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

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Arix stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

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Shulamit opens a small white box.

Shulamit casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

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Arix snaps his fingers, releasing sparkling motes of coloured light.

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                           |   POOF!   |

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                             *   *   *

                            *    *    *

                           *     *     *

                          *      *      *

You lean into Orventa and kiss her long and tenderly.

-

Doman opens a small white box.

Doman casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

-

Arix snaps his fingers, releasing sparkling motes of coloured light.

                                      *      *      *

                                       *     *     *

                                        *    *    *

                                         *   *   *

                                        -----------

                                       |   POOF!   |

                                        -----------

                                         *   *   *

                                        *    *    *

                                       *     *     *

                                      *      *      *

-

Shulamit claps her hands together merrily.

-

Arix snaps his fingers, releasing sparkling motes of coloured light.

                   *      *      *

                    *     *     *

                     *    *    *

                      *   *   *

                     -----------

                    |   POOF!   |

                     -----------

                      *   *   *

                     *    *    *

                    *     *     *

                   *      *      *

-

Orventa blushes furiously.

-

Ixion opens a small white box.

Ixion casts a handful of vibrant phoenix feathers into the air in celebration.

-

Phoenix feathers blot out the view of the branches overhead, their dazzling, vibrant hues a

colourful, constantly changing tapestry.

-

Anita beams broadly.

-

Ixion closes a small white box.

-

Ixion opens a small white box.

-

Orventa leans into you and kisses you long and tenderly.

-

Air flushes through the meadow as through the Tree of Trees itself were drawing breath, the breeze

casting the feathers into the air anew to dance carelessly amidst amber-tinted rays of light.

-

The feathers cascade downwards upon somnolent currents of air, falling in a brilliant rain about

Shaddus and Orventa and gathering at their feet.

-

Captain Maple Merriwood gives up a round of applause.

-

A faint flicker of storm grey appears and vanishes from within the surrounding flora, leaving a

flurry of motes in their wake - half made of mist, the other half fulminating sparks.

-

Anita gives a little honey cake to you.

-

Vatul gives up a round of applause.

You thank Anita profusely.

-

Captain Maple Merriwood exclaims, "Congratulations!"

-

Orventa thanks Anita profusely.

You say, "Thank you all for coming, and thank you, Captain Maple."

-

Vatul begins to wield a bag of salt in her left hand.

-

Headmistress Orventa Trueflight, Dreamer's Architect says to Captain Maple Merriwood, "Thank you

both so very much."

You bow respectfully to Rikitosk the Eager.

-

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Rikitosk the Eager.

-

Anita closes a small white box.

-

Anita opens a small white box.

-

Anita snaps her fingers.

-

Doman bows respectfully to Rikitosk the Eager.

-sparkle

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

-

Rikitosk the Eager tip toes over to the table, his subterfuge fooling no one due to his immense

height. He bends over the plate and stuffs his face with delicacy after delicacy, far as his cheeks 

allow.

-

Doman shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say, "Now, there's food on the platter."

-

Doman flashes Rikitosk the Eager a joyous smile.

-

-

Vatul emits a throaty laugh, the sound a susurration of an oil-touched breeze that rings high and

free as carillon bells.

-

You say, "Once people eat some of it, I can fit these cakes onto it."

-

Chittering cheerfully to the trees, Rikitosk the Eager bounds off to the south in pursuit of

something far more interesting than anything here.

-----And That's It!---

-Orventa-

She is a nimble faeling changeling. She carries herself with an honest grace. Her cirrus-fine mane

of sable, studded with fantastically hued crystals, has been pulled up into an intricately braided 

crest. It is reminiscently avian yet elegant in style, and fans out proudly, flowing richly down the 

path of her spine to the roots of her wings. She possesses a high smooth forehead, and high, 

straight moth-wing eyebrows just dark enough to give her a clear, determined look. She appears to be 

of a lightly-freckled olive complexion, and has a nose that is both narrow and delicate though large 

enough to be in proportion to the other magnetic features of her face. Velvet wings like glass 

tarpaulins tent behind her, covered with an exquisitely fine tracery of gilt veining. Flashing hints 

of ultramarine fading into gamboge-tipped crimson embrace her quicksilver eyespots- their paned 

scales catching and reflecting any light within the area. She is wearing the Quintessential Mandala 

of Resplendent Harmony, a vine-woven rope of Hoaracean prayer beads, aubergine dreams threaded in an 

amber chain, glittering turquoise hummingbird beads amidst a tizzy of copper chains, a divergent 

hair pin of blooming crystals, a viridian-banded pin, a ring of the sword-pierced skull, a diamond 

studded pin, a sensual body chain of wispy platinum, a vibrant cloisonne handflower graced with a 

captivating cameo, a serpentine reliquary amulet, a dreamy, gossamer wedding gown swept with a 

jubilation of otherworldly flora, a pair of fine suede sandals graced with crystalline bellflowers, 

a snowy opal earring of prismatic hues through her left ear, a snowy opal earring of prismatic hues 

through her right ear and an eroded geode band. She walks with the truefavour of Czixi.

-Shaddus-

He is a fiendish master viscanti masqued demigod and stands at perhaps two metres in height. Olivine

skin covers his form, almost the hue of swamp mud. Shaddus carries himself with a graceful air, 

almost austere; crimson hair laced with silver sweeps up around a pair of sanguine horns jutting 

from his forehead. An aquiline nose and dark eyes give him a noble appearance, in a slight contrast 

with his roundish chin. Manicured nails extend from long and uncalloused hands, giving him the 

appearance of a scholar or priest. Despite his kempt appearance, he stares about himself with a 

predatorial appearance as if weighing and measuring those who dare stand nearby. He is wearing 

spurred, legion boots of sleek stygian leather, an insignia of the Prelate of Broken Teeth, rusted 

prayer beads of the Machine, 10 geomantic brooches of rough stone, thick, bushy mutton chops, a 

wolf's snout, a rusted circlet of broken teeth, a lurid pocket watch of damascene bone, a formal 

tail coat faced in midnight velvet, an elegant pair of ebon silk trousers, a precisely knotted, 

silken scarf of rust-tinged corbeau and a rugged, diamond-fissured wedding band. He walks with the 

truefavour of Estarra. He walks with the truefavour of Czixi.

Orventa

Yes! Thank you so so so much to @Drocilla, @Ianir @Czixi (?) and any others behind the scenes for helping us with our ceremony!
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Wedding Attire

Dress:

a dreamy, gossamer wedding gown swept with a jubilation of otherworldly flora

Beautifully draped, this sensational gown has been finely tailored from

delicately handwoven, semi-sheer layers of misty, windwisp gossamer. A

demurely cowled neckline renders the shoulders bare, fluidly dipping to

skim over the wearer's collarbone. From there, it descends to reveal a

tease of decolletage in the front, before taking a final, flirtatiously

deep plunge down the back. Exuberantly hued flowers, their colours and

shapes seldom seen in the waking world, drift down across the gown's

sensuous, voluminous expanse, as though beckoned to dancing by a

carefree breeze. Complementing the flowers' joyous hues, a tizzy of

dainty, beaded hummingbirds adorns the softly gathered skirt. Over ruche

and ruffle, they gleefully give chase to falling blooms and petals

caught betwixt the fragile layers of dreamy gossamer with playful

abandon. Viewed from behind, an airy, watteau-styled train flourishes

from beneath the dramatic cowl, framing the wearer's lower back and

wings in a twinkling tracery of crystalline ferns.

Shaddus' engagement present to Orv:  

a divergent hair pin of blooming crystals

A bountiful crystal cluster makes up the foundation of this hairpin, a

generous adornment of stunning detail in its own right. Bursting forth,

layers upon layers of alternating gemstones spiral upwards, their

tubular cores cresting to a peak, the perfect image of a blossoming

flower left in their wake. Raw emerald cuts the lowermost layer, a nest

of opaque green hues from which a heaping pile of unpolished ruby

crowns, forming a blood-red rose in full splendour. A most delicate

hummingbird has made its perch here, wings caught in mid-flight, the

minuscule creature remaining forever frozen as it sips the nectar of the

blossom. Its body has been painstakingly carved of pale quartz,

intricate detail given especially to the overlapping feathers upon its

wings. Given no colour other than that of opaque smoke, the bird

nonetheless bears a graceful and airy charm as it feasts merrily on its

crystalline meal. Adhered to subtle silver pins, a spill of wispy

platinum chains dangles from the arrangement. Dotted with a cascading

array of fine pearls, each chain terminates in a teardrop-cut diamond,

their surfaces casting off iridescence in even the faintest of lights.

His attire

a formal tail coat faced in midnight velvet

Tailored from fine, black wool, this stately coat has been cut for a

sharp fit about the waist. Though bereft of fanciful ornamentation, it

is exquisitely styled to impart an impressive silhouette. The front of

the coat is double-breasted with midnight velvet lapels, and fastens

with two rows of rough obsidian buttons. A pair of long tails trails

behind, falling to knee height when worn.

an eerie, smog grey, silk vest of skeletal flora

The clean, neat lines of this smog grey, brocaded silk waistcoat create

a trim silhouette. Narrow, tone on tone stripes line the front,

providing a striking background to the eerie embroidery that blossoms

upon the garment. At a glance, the casual observer may dismiss the

pattern depicted as mere embellishment of floral fancy. A more

discerning inspection, however, reveals an idyllic, if macabre, boneyard

garden of skeletal flora. Minuscule bones and skulls, assembled into

labyrinthine simulacra of orchids, windwisps, roses, and stranger,

unnamed flowers have been stitched with care in gossamer thread.

a fine dress shirt of pristine muslin

Regal, yet comfortable in design, this dress shirt has been tailored

from the finest muslin. Its distinctive collar design allows the luxury

of versatility in wear. Turned up, it transforms into a formal,

high-stand collar, capable of accommodating even the fussiest of

neck-cloths. Pinned down, it affords a simpler affair. Intermeshed,

cog-shaped cufflinks of polished haematite fasten at each cuff,

providing a finishing touch of sartorial opulence.

an elegant pair of ebon silk trousers

Elegantly fashioned from ebon silk twill, these trousers are sleekly

tailored to flatter and emphasise the wearer's natural profile. From

high waist to hem, glimpses of skysilver pinstripes flash through the

silk like flickering lightning. Small buttons faced in midnight velvet

secure both sides of the smooth front, imparting subtle adornment to the

otherwise austere garment.

a precisely knotted, silken scarf of rust-tinged corbeau

Subtly iridescent, this dignified cravat of smooth, lustrous silk has

been dyed a deep, rich corbeau. Highly prized, the rarefied, sombre

shade of green is so dark as to be black. Oddly, under certain light,

shifting glints of sanguine rust may be observed creeping across the

sumptuous weave, diffuse with a corrosive glow. Designed to wrap twice

about the neck, the supple length of silk loops into a secure and

elegant knot at the front. A skull-carved sprocket, depicted entwined

with spiralling orchids, is pinned near where the trailing ends of silk

may be tidily tucked into a waistcoat.