The Bride.Held and helped by Rotbartgrim's hand, the bride walks by the planes, at all times making sure her green dress isn't dragged and spoiled by the soil. At the sight of the spoken hill, they stop and settle to prepare. She, tremorous, looks at him. The redhaired dwarf answers, "Everything alright, sister?". Noriin smiles and nods excessive times anxiously, her hand moves to rest on Rotbartgrim's shoulder and she answers with a serious "Thank you, brother". The proud miner still wears a smile on his face, "You don't have to thank me, sister... Just enjoy this day, it's yours".
The girl shyly grows a smile and looks up to the hill, she takes a deep breath and checks her dress and then her braided hair. Her eyes suddently open, "Roti! The white flowers! We forgot to prepare the headband!". The dwarf doesn't seem to be surprised, he looks up to her still with the same tranquil smile, "Ouh but don't worry my sister. We are at the wilds, there are flowers all around". As if she couldn't listen, Noriin pulls from Rotbartgrim's suit and takes him along as her legs start to run aimlessly, her head looking into all directions in despair as if the end of all times was behind the next rock. Hardly able to keep her pace, Rotbartgrim is unable to realize she is driving him to the derghir village until the first house can be seen still far away. She, who has been looking all around, stops suddently at the sight of a white flowers field. At the same time though, spots the carkarasses flying over it. The dwarf doesn't hesitate, pokes her leg and takes the huge rockpick out of his backpack "I will mine the flies out for you my sister". Foreseeing the bloodshed, the ynnwn stops him, "Wait! There must be another way to take them without getting dirty now...".
As the dwarf stops and scratches his beard pensively, a shadow is drawn behind the girl, something quietly approaches. A grey jagged figure stands behind them. Its mouth, wearing some rests of sand, articulates unrecognisable words for the two friends that meanwhile slowly turn around to watch at the derghir who now seems to draw something close to a smile. Both silent, a shiny gleam drives their sight down to the being's hands, which bear a bunch of those white little flowers. Noriin looks down to the dwarf and he up to her. Without a single word, the derghir raises its hands offering the gift. After another reciprocal gaze to each other, the couple hastes to take it and with a nod, blast away as swift as they came. While they struggle to find the way back to their settling point, the figure slowly walks back into the woods.
Minutes pass by and they are still finishing the headband, calmed now and unconscious of the stolen time. Rotbartgrim does with the last flower and jumps off the rock. "You look perfect now", he says. She who struggles with her shaky knees, replies with a nod and takes his hand as she turns to the hill. Softly he hugs Noriin's hand and smiles up to her in complicity. No more words are needed. She replies with her brightest smile and their slow paced walk up the hill begins.
The Groom.He straightens his fine suit nervously, more to have anything to do than to iron it. With a weak smile he answers Naheraw's comment "Nervous?". Glancing at Zwenze, who obviously expresses a certain calm and confidence, he nods without an apparent reason, puts his hands into his pockets and starts to run in circles.
Time passes, guests arrive at the small lake that has its special meaning to the hunter, hands are shaken, shoulders patted - Velh though remains pensive and his face shows doubting frowns "Did she change her mind?". Questions arise, "Where's your lovely bride, Velh?", when he all of a sudden gets stunned by Noriin's astonishing vision of delight as she appears walking up the little hill.
[ We want to thank all of you folks who came to participate and made this event as huge as it was! Rheos, Zwenze, Reapbel, Haraun, Thoraro, Fyredal, Eurac, Sacid, Illysia, Orgonwukh, Eklina, Mariaara, Ethro, Rotbartgrim, Naheraw, Mordaan: Know that we are deeply grateful for this whole event turned out to be as IC as we wanted to have it! If any single one of you had been missing it wouldn't have been half as joyful as it was. Thanks a whole lot!
Poundus, Caleta, Yanlora, Amarandous, Salona, Kaylain, Xiaomao, Rinenud, Izzabella, Aiwendil, Indygo, Felinius, Cahngui and other ones who couldn't make it: We hope to enjoy another such a buge and fun event along with you as well in forthcoming times! Start getting married you hear?! Thanks to you as well for cooperating in the prologues and epilogues of something that big for us.
You can read the full logs of the event
here, even though you're warned, they are long!
A special mention goes for Illysia who had very little time to create some really kickass and fitting invitations and for Rinenud who did a great job helping with Noriin's poem. Without you two the wedding could have been a failure!
Zwenze, you did a huge and we mean not only huge compared to you, cute shortie (roflutd!), but seriously HUGE job to keep the ceremony interesting. Planning and the OOC chat meanwhile was as fun as the ceremony itself. It was that good because you made it good. Keep the fun going for RPing with you has always been a blast!
One more word on the gifts: It was deeply impressing how fitting you guys made them! Be it Org's "Special Receipt", Eurac's "Spare Coins", Reapbel's "Knives from the Lake", Sacid's "Small Spiked Shield", Fyredal's very well chosen words, Yanlora's awesome calendar (Maarahr you rock!) and the book of poems (damn good job there, Esilet).. all the presents had some proper meaning that turned to be pretty much overwhelming! You guys rock! Keep it up!
Velh and Noriin. ]
