[Lornon Temple]
A row of stained glass windows representing the gods of Lornon decorates the opposite walls of the temple.  Between each window is a column that shows twisted human forms with arms stretched out to the sides, whose touching hands form arches over the windows.  You also see a black marble arch and a black marble altar.
 

A cloud of fleas suddenly appears, buzzing angrily for a moment.  The fleas disappear and you hear a scratching sound coming from somewhere close by.
 

You hear a sudden scratching sound, and a rustling of clothes.  The scratching gets louder and louder but soon stops completely.  You then hear a long sigh.  How odd!
 

THE GUESTS
Sage Sleken, Lady Reatta, Cassioppia, Bhunny, Graemalkin, Lady Weewillow, Lady Tenderhand, Hepsik, Lord Nahc, Brihen, Lady Jolivette, Lord Psionix, GameMaster Kyalia, Satrn, Lord Shmerff, Elanella, Lord Daammus, Lady Alisin, Giantphang, Ivre, Waldren, Contesserina, Lord Prodent, Lord Hammibal, Lady Angellisa, Lady Jypsie, Lord Morandas, Kilflin, Jon, Lady Morganwyn, Curi, Monax, Lady Shrelae, Lady Granita, Lord Telagan, Lady Dessedemona, Hypherdol, Loegan, Aristarra, Lord Tamorson, Lady Songie, Lady Shayann,  Aldavis

Lady Dessedemona Starfuyries
She appears to be in her 70's, has shoulder length, curly golden blond hair, violet eyes, and tanned skin. 
She is wearing a pair of leather gloves lined with midnight blue satin, a crystal amulet, a miniature music box pin, a silver triple-moon armband, a midnight blue choker, a diamond dusted circlet of fragrant deep blue forget-me-nots and opalescent roses woven with midnight blue silk ribbons, a fitted midnight blue velvet bodice trimmed with gold, a flowing midnight blue velvet skirt trimmed with gold, a pair of romantic midnight blue velvet slippers embroidered with tiny roses fashioned from diamonds and opals, an engraved silver clef pin, a thin silver-link waistchain, a midnight blue velvet cloak, and a gold ring.
 

Telagan Vangauri
He appears to be in his 90's, has unkempt, long silver hair, multihued eyes, and pale skin. 
He is wearing a black leather hooded cloak, an engraved silver wedding band, an embroidered dove white silk vest with the words "Hug an empath" stitched onto the back, a formal black velvet beret, a pair of supple black leather boots with the symbol of Jastev emblazoned on the sides, some supple black leather gloves set with tiny steel studs that encircle the wrists, a pair of raven-hued black pants stitched with symbols of healing running down each leg, a glittering gold amethyst locket, a steel dwarven-forged armband, a handcrafted invar bracelet, and some sparkling mithril brigandine with a silver-edged black sword emblazoned on the right breast.
 

Lord Psionix WeaveSpell
He appears to be in his 110's, has short, straight black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin.
He has a a tattoo of a silver collar inscripted with flowing text that reads "Slave to Flirting" on his neck. 
He is wearing an emerald studded armband emblazoned with the image of a tentacled woman, a salt-encrusted loot sack clasped with a silver skull and crossbones, a long Krolvin captain's dress jacket with tails and two rows of silver clasps down the front, a spidersilk warlock's satchel, a black Ivas eyepatch embellished with intricate silver stitched sigils, an enruned warlock's cloak, some blackened warlock's gloves... and page full of other items...  ::pant pant::
 

Lady Jolivette Cleoness
She appears to be in her 90's, has long, straight golden blond hair, green eyes, and tanned skin.  
She is holding a leather whip in her right hand.
She is wearing a ruby-inset obsidian Eorgina talisman suspended from a twisted black ash cord, a polished dark grey stone locket inlaid with a stylized flame of crushed rubies, an ancient black tome case, an antique silver armband, a diamond engagement ring, a sheer black side-slit skirt, a nightmare black greatcloak, a black lace gown, some thigh-high black leather boots, and a laced silver deathstone anklet.
 

Graemalkin De'Mora
He appears to be in his 40's, has short, wavy black hair, dark eyes, and dark skin.
He is wearing an immaculate black opal earring, a thick rhimar armband, an immaculate ebon black rose, a flowing black cassock stitched with silver and gold thread around the hem and sleeves, some black leather trousers, and some polished midnight black boots.
 
 

Bhunny de'Hellion
She appears to be in her 50's, has shoulder length, curly white hair, beautifully black-outlined blue eyes, blush pink cheeks, and fair skin. 
She is wearing a white fur hooded cloak, a fur-trimmed dark azure gown, a delicate gold linked belt, a diamond engagement ring, an enruned serpent ring, a golden coiled snake bracelet, some azure leggings, and some delicate azure silk slippers.
 
 

Shiril Robintton
She appears to be in her 80's, has long, braided golden blond hair, violet eyes, and dark skin. 
She is holding a red-stained mistwood staff in her left hand.
She is wearing a feathered black raven mask, a sparkling sapphire-dusted caul, a silver threaded black carcanet, an intricate ora Ivas symbol, a simple wedding band, a pair of black thorn-clasped gloves, a hooded dark lace robe, a pair of sheer spidersilk stockings, and a pair of black velvet dancing slippers.
 
 

Decimate DeathKee
He appears to be in his 80's, has long, straight light brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin.
He is wearing a scarlet demon mask, a dark hematite wedding band, some hooded dark robes, a pallid pentagram pendant, and a deep red glaes spider charm.
 
 

The Ceremony

Lady Jolivette just arrived.
Jypsie finds a seat by the arch and sits down.
 
 

A trumpet sounds as an Imp dressed in dark cloak emblazoned with silver serpents announces "Hear Ye! Hear Ye!  The ceremony is about to begin!"

Jolivette leans on her whip.
Jolivette shifts her eyes over the crowd and nods curtly.
Morandas joins Jolivette.
Morandas says, "oh, right over here behind you is good"

Jolivette calmly waits for the gathered to settle down.
Jolivette says, "Good Evening."
Jolivette calmly waits for the gathered to settle down.
Jolivette stares off into space.
Jolivette nods.

Jolivette says,

"Welcome to the Renewal ceremony of the Lord Decimate and the Lady Shiril.  I will be your Mistress of Ceremonies for the evening.  Should you have any relevant complaints or questions, please direct them here."
"Due to the nature of the ritual, it has been requested that all excessive movements, including crying and touching those partaking in the events, be held until after the conclusion of the ceremony."

Jolivette clears her throat.
Jolivette smiles slightly.
Jolivette says, "With that said, now would be the time to voice and questions or concerns."
Satrn nods to Jolivette.
Morandas asks, "I can talk now dear?"
Jolivette asks, "Would there be any?"
Satrn says, "no complaints"
Jolivette raises an eyebrow.
Morandas put a sturdy bamboo fishing pole in his chirurgeon's kit.
Jolivette says, "Very well then.  I would now like to introduce our bardess for the evening, the Lady Dessedemona."
Jolivette nods slightly to Dessedemona and quietly seats herself.
Dessedemona stands up.

The dark storm clouds part for a moment bathing the stone walls in moonlight as Lady Dessedemona turns towards you.  Her delicate features outlined in the shadowed glow.

Dessedemona smiles.

Dessedemona sings:

    "I lived here cold alone
      My heart no life cold stone
      The dark the black becomes
      The whole of me
      The silence in one "
 
    "This dark it sets me free
      And life was
      All I thought I could be
      All I new it would be"
 
    "Overwhelming ethereal waves
      Circling o'er me glorious haze
      Whispered secrets breathless sighs
      And in your voice I rise
       And in your voice arise"
 
    "Come dark lover
      touch my soul
      In this sweet freedom whole
      Sweet freedom makes us whole"
 
    "And I was a rose in the night
      Closed secret hidden from sight
      Around me all I hear
      Haunting whispers speaking
      saying my name"
 
    "And all I hear is you
      Saying my name
       All I hear is you
      And you
      You
      And you are saying my name"
 

The guests applaud her wonderful performance.
Dessedemona curtsies.
Dessedemona sits down.

As the last notes fade away, a heavy stillness fills the room.  In the distance is the sound of faint footsteps.

Graemalkin's group steps out from the shadows.  Graemalkin walks slowly to the altar, head bowed. Bhunny follows Graemalkin at a slow measured pace, slender hands clasped lightly in front of her.  Other than a twinkle in her crystal blue eyes, her expression is serene.

Decimate's group just arrived.

The dark temple walls glow as the moon peeps thru the stained glassed windows.

A low chanting reverberates thought the chamber as two masked figures step out of the shadows.
 

The figures raise their right arms until they are within each other's grasp.  Suddenly the chanting stops as they clasp raised hands.
 

Shiril and Decimate turn their heads towards each other, staring eye-to-eye through their masks.  The chanting echoes throughout the chamber in one short burst before silence returns once more.  Breaking the stillness, they begin to circle one another, walking as if each is following the other.  Only the sound of their slow measured paces echoes throughout the chamber.

Decimate and Shiril continue to move in silence, halting only after they have circled each other three times.  The hall is soundless while the two figures stand completely still with their gazes locked on one another.

Bhunny takes a step forward from the altar, the heavy folds of the skirt of her gown rustling softly.  She nods slightly to Shiril then Decimate.

Bhunny says, "Shiril Robintton... Decimate Deathkee.... approach the altar at this time."

Decimate just disappeared.
Shiril just disappeared.

Kyalia says, "ack"
Morandas blinks.
Giantphang crosses his eyes.
Giantphang exclaims, "POOF!"
Alisin blinks.
Elanella blinks.
Nahc flails his arms about.
Morandas cowers away from a black marble altar.
Bhunny coughs.
Decimate appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
Decimate snorts.
Shiril appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
Shiril stares off into space.
Giantphang exclaims, "dem poofed right to tha alter!"
Waldren says, "Evil magic."
Waldren chuckles.

Bhunny says, "Shiril Robintton... Decimate Deathkee.... approach the altar at this time."
Shiril and Decimate slightly incline their heads to Bhunny as they step up to the altar.

Bhunny says, "This evening you two will partake of the ancient ritual of the tea ceremony enriched with the blessings of the Dark Gods in order to solemnize your union."

Bhunny watches as a servant carefully places a tray on the floor before her.  With an elegant sweep of her hand, she indicates to Shiril and Decimate to take their places at each end.

Soft shadows dance along the temple walls, as the candles flicker and chase the many changing colors across them.

Shiril and Decimate kneel down.
Decimate takes a scarlet demon mask off his head and puts it in his hooded dark robes.
Shiril takes off a feathered black raven mask and puts it in her dark lace robe.

Bhunny lifts her skirts carefully and drops into a graceful kneeling position before the tray.  She plucks a heavy red silk cloth off the tray, exposing an array of ceramic containers and tanik utensils.  Bhunny folds the cloth formally, each movement of her hands slow and deliberate, before laying it with care across her lap.
 

Bhunny lifts a tanik scoop from the tray and painstakingly ladles three portions of a dark-leafed tea into a beautifully wrought ceramic bowl.  She taps the scoop on the edge of the bowl three times then lays it precisely on the tray.

Bhunny picks up an earthenware vessel with both hands.  Steam curls sinuously from the spout as she pours a generous amount of water into the bowl.

Bhunny stirs the tea and water with a tanik whisk, her hand moving three times three in a precise figure eight.  She dabs the whisk gently on the cloth before returning it to the tray.  Lifting the bowl in one hand, she brings up the red silk with her other and wipes the edge of the bowl as she turns it three times.

She places the red silk cloth meticulously across her lap before raising the bowl in both her hands and declares in a clear voice, "The priest will now pronounce the blessings of the Gods upon this couple."

Graemalkin bows his head briefly, then lifts his arms to the sky as the sleeves of his cassock drop below his elbows. A multitude of tiny scars upon each arm shimmer faintly in the candlelight and in a commanding voice. . .

Graemalkin recites:
    "Darkness, forbidding and controlling
     Desire, overwhelming beauty
     Knowledge, ever seeking"
 

Within the misty light you make out the outline of several wispy forms watching from the shadows.

Graemalkin recites:
    "Battle, lifeblood pouring
     Terror, shrieking night
     Suffering, sorrow unimaginable"
 
    "Death, souls never resting
     Destruction, obliteration"
 

Graemalkin says, "These, the Lornon Gods, are and offer. Know yourselves true, walk in darkness never fearing. All watch over you in anticipation."

Graemalkin drops his arms then removes a small clay cup and a pair of tanik tongs from the altar. He plucks a lotus seed from the cup with the tongs and carefully places it in the bowl Bhunny has upraised.

He then looks to the crowd and says, "I now call for any additional blessings to be said." 

Psionix stands up.
Psionix bows.

Psionix recites:
    "Some think that love is fleeting,
     And that passion rules the world."
 
    "But when the fires of passion have died away,
     It is love such as shared by Decimate and Shiril that will reign eternal."
 
    "May your love be full of passion and desire!
     I beseech thee Lady Ivas to smile upon this Union."
 

Psionix takes off a tarnished silver Ivas symbol enamelled with a wisp of green smoke on a circle of red.

He holds his silver Ivas symbol high, staring intently into the image of a green wisp of smoke.  The symbol radiates a deep green glow, and the image shimmers and coalesces for a moment into the visage of Ivas for all to see.  Words seem to spring unbidden to Psionix's lips as the vision overwhelms him and he calls out, "Grant that we be worthy of your passion, Mistress of Desire!"

Hypherdol places a hand over her heart.

Soft swirls of green mist seep from the cracked stone floor. Two wispy dancers coalesce, thrice encircling the alter.  Suddenly the dancers are gone and tendrils of swirling smoke rises to the heavens.

Weewillow's face turns slightly pale.
Shiril smiles at Psionix.

Psionix puts on a tarnished silver Ivas symbol enamelled with a wisp of green smoke on a circle of red.

Psionix sits down.

Graemalkin pulls another seed from the cup, and places it within the bowl.

Telagan stands and proceeds towards the altar, nodding to the couple then nods to Shiril and Decimate.
He then bows to the altar and turns to face the crowd.

Telagan clears his throat clasping a hand on Shiril's and Decimate's shoulders.)

Telagan recites:
    "From what was comes what is. And from what is comes what will be.
     For as long as time exists, so will the love between these two exist.
     As a bond between two, their love is unbreakable. For now, forever, and undeniable."
 

Telagan says, "And I hope, that by the God of Jastev, that their days be filled with love."
Telagan nods.

Telagan steps down from the altar and takes his seat next to Granita.

Graemalkin pulls another seed from the cup, and places it within the bowl.

Graemalkin bows slightly to the couple and then places the cup and tongs on the altar.

Bhunny lowers the bowl and carefully pours the tea into an obsidian chalice decorated with silver brush-stroke sigils of the Lornon pantheon.  After setting the bowl down onto the tray, she picks up the red silk cloth from her lap and uses it to grasp the chalice, offering it to Shiril with a slight nod of her head.

Shiril smiles slightly at Bhunny as she accepts.

Shiril turns the chalice three times in her hands then takes three sips.  She then turns the chalice three times and offers it to Decimate.

Decimate turns the chalice three times in his hands then takes three sips.  He then turns the chalice three times and offers it to Bhunny.

Bhunny accepts the chalice with a silk covered hand from Decimate with a slight smile.  She turns the chalice exactly three times in her hands and places it on the tray.  With a flick of her wrist, she billows the red cloth over the tray, covering its contents again to signal the servant to remove the tray.  Bhunny rises to her feet with grace and nods to Shiril and Decimate.

Bhunny stands up.

Bhunny says, "You may now rise to proclaim your oaths."
Decimate and Shiril stands up.

The candlelight flickers and plays on the columns of twisted human forms, sending off a myriad of tiny iridescent prisms.

Bhunny steps back behind Graemalkin to stand quietly, hands folded, as he comes forward again.

Graemalkin says,

"Marriage is a bond that creates a higher unity, one that is eternally whole and complete. This bond fuses the separate energies within two spirits forging an incredible oneness that surpasses all expectations."

"Blood is the physical essence of spirit, giving and renewing life. In prior times, each cut themselves as a token of sacrifice. In this renewal of bonds, trust is used as one cuts the other."

Graemalkin removes a crescent moon hilted ritual dagger from in his midnight black boots.

Graemalkin offers Shiril a crescent moon hilted ritual dagger.
Shiril accepts Graemalkin's hilted ritual dagger.

She slowly turns the dagger over in her hands, as if examining its worth.  Seemingly satisfied, she looks up into Decimate's eyes.  Taking his left hand in hers, she speaks slowly and concisely.)

Outside the evening sky begins to rip and shatter. Rippling lightning touches down outside the stained glass windows, distorting images on the temple walls.

Shiril says, "I hold your heart in serving, your mind follows my own. In my word you rejoice with all your heart. You are joined to me by oaths and by the Gods and Goddesses of this land."

Shiril continues to stare up at Decimate as she turns his palm upwards, bringing the dagger's point to rest at the base of his fingers.  With a quick motion, she slides the dagger across to the base of his palm, drawing a stream of blood.  As the first drop falls from his palm to the floor, a candle sputters out.

Shiril offers Decimate a crescent moon hilted ritual dagger.
Decimate accepts Shiril's hilted ritual dagger.

The harsh crack of thunder echo off the stone walls, as a spinning mass of darkness begins to descend.

Decimate takes Shiril's right hand, cupping it in his palm, and then slices her palm in one confident motion.  As the small sliver of a cut slowly releases blood, it pools and drips to the floor, a candle sputtering when it hits.
Decimate says, "You hold my heart in serving, my mind follows yours.  In your word I rejoice with all my heart.  I am joined to you by oaths and by the Gods and Goddesses of this land."

Thunder rocks the stillness, as the emerald tendrils of light form a luminous aura around the altar. "

Decimate offers Graemalkin a crescent moon hilted ritual dagger.
Graemalkin accepts Decimate's hilted ritual dagger and puts it in his midnight black boots.
Shiril smiles at Decimate.

Graemalkin clasps the joined hands in his and bows his head reverently.

Graemalkin says, "Goddess Ivas, God Mularos, I call upon you to bless this union and join these souls. Let the union last unto eternity, both knowing that should one perish the other will follow immediately."

Graemalkin raises his head, releases the couple and lowers his hands to his sides.

Graemalkin exclaims, "By all the Dark Gods, go forth, married truly to the soul!"

Decimate and Shiril bow deeply to Graemalkin and Bhunny, signaling an end to the ceremony.

Decimate embraces Shiril and tilts her back slowly in his arms. Decimate leans into her, their lips meeting in a passionate, lingering kiss.

Tendrils of emerald light suddenly explode in blinding flash filling the room with an eerie glow.

Waldren gasps in terrified panic, trembling and flailing his arms about!

The guests applaud and congratulate the newlyweds before they are swept away.

Decimate and Shiril just disappeared.

Jolivette steps before the crowd once again, casually turning the hilt of the whip in her fingers.

Servants scurry in to re-light the candles, bathing the chamber in a dim light.

Jolivette says, "Thank you for attending the ceremony.  Dancing will commence shortly in the reception area and food and drink will be served there as well.  The bride and groom will join us all shortly."

captured and edited in the year 5102 by Lady Jypsie

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