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The garden seems to have turned into a simple area to a marvelous gathering area for the bride and groom as well as their guests and servents of Pelor. Its definatly magically done. Standing nearbye is a elf, probably a druid. A older man, course probably older then anyone here. A bit of magic here comes from him-flowers mainly. He seems intent on what he is doing, adding some elven flair and seeming to combine a human wedding with a elven one.

Mystyn the bard sits along the sidenlines, adjust his bagpipes. Two humans stand there, looking like backup singers and musicians. They both have flutes as well and seem to be preparing.

The warforged looks amazing. All cleaned up and standing near the door.

Dressed in formal garb is the spellthief and mage near the front. Most of the Pelorians are dressed nicely and are sitting down. Everyone seems to be relaxed.

But where is the groom and bride?
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Forge takes it all in, the ribbons wrapped around his sheathes seems the perfect compliment, he has painted his shield for the occasion; a brilliant sun to shine upon the union, he leaves it more artistic and less of just the symbol of Pelor...

He likes his post near the door so he can see and hear everyone as the guests murmur amongst themselves waiting for the music to start....he knows the song for the appearance of the bride will be the signal for the guests to stand, it was considerate of them to leave him in the less confusing role of just standing.....


"Perhaps my forge area could use some plants too....."

Krite sighs happily and says, "I do love a wedding, Riceak. It's the promise not only of two lives bonded together as one, but the promise of a future when you figure in the possibility of children."

Gnomish wedding rites -- especially for gnomes like him and Tesh who come from Zilargo -- are very different from those of the other races, and he's always curious to see the details of other weddings. This one's being presided over by a human Pelorian for another human and an elf, so he wonders what it'll be like.

Feeling honored to have been asked to play at such a joyous occasion, Mystyn began to play a soothing romantic melody. All the while he watched for the signal to switch to a more traditional wedding procession. So much ugly in this world, it be a pleasure to be a part of something positive, thought the Dwarven bard to himself.

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"I'll take your word for it," responded the halfling as he sat their waiting for the ceremony to get underway. He supposed it was a nice change from the previous event that they had gone through.

Yet still no bride or groom. It seems rather odd but no one seems bothered by it. Its their day, what evil thing or things could happen within the temple? Oh wait something did.

Lovely.

Anyways! The bard plays his bagpipes getting applauded by everyone. Yet nothing is thrown at him, given to him....what gives? Maybe he will get paid afterwards!

Forge looks back and forth, and seeing nothing happening...

"When does it happen?"

Krite scratches his head. "Well, it's my experience that there is some time taken for the bride and groom to be as well-dressed as possible," he explains. "Beautiful clothes, makeup, hair styling, and the like, I mean. They didn't have me scribe invitations -- those usually have an expected time to show up, for the ceremony itself, and then the party afterward -- so I really don't know what the intention is."

He looks up at the big warforged. "Do you ask because you're becoming impatient? Or just because you were curious?" Krite would like to get a better feel for the semi-mechanical intelligence inside the armor, just so he knows whether to rely on him in different circumstances. "For that matter, Forge my friend, how long have you been in operation? Gnomes live longer than humans, so I am, for example, a respectable threescore and eight years old."

Riceak followed after Krite and listened in on the conversation, but waited to say anything for now.

"I had thought that the main part was them being here together, but perhaps part is our expectation of the joyfullness...I have been operational this time only for a few years, I was badly damaged a long time ago, but do not recall my time from then, I remember things I know but not how I learned them..."

He scratches his metal chin...."I also speak Dwarven which some say is unusual."
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"Then maybe you should speak with the musician on the pipes and see if he knows any traditional Dwarven songs. It could spark a memory for you," suggested Riceak upon hearing about the language that Forge knew.

Into the room enters Fenris garbed in dark and light greens. His hair is pulled back and he looks like he is in better shape. The barbarian looks around, seeming the druid. He watches him for a moment and starts to walk towards the gathered group.

Krite smiles at Fenris as he approaches, bowing respectfully to him without breaking eye contact. It’s a gnomish way of showing respect for a potential ally - or enemy. “Greetings, Fenris, on this joyful day. I wish you and your bride all the best of things,” the gnome wizard says. “Since it seems we are going to travel and fight together, I also hope that we may someday become friends. Too soon for that, I know, but still to be hoped for.” Krite fights the urge to hold his breath, hoping he didn’t cross some barbaric tribal taboo by offering friendship, or at least, the possibility of friendship.

"Fenris...is there a song the bard might play for you?"

Forge produces a gold piece to pay for the request....which he hands to the bard.

In dwarven he adds...
"If he request none A song of the wind blowing around the lonely peaks of a mountain might be nice."

Nodding in agreement, "It be me pleasure to play or sing any song he be wanting to hear my friend." Looking to the one called Fenris, "Might there be a particular song you and your lady be wanting to hear? It's not every day that such a joyous occasion as this is celebrated. It is my honor to be a part of it."

"Or maybe a song that fits with a wedding theme. Don't want to upset the mood or the groom," Riceak pointed out in Dwarven as he eyed the warforged curiously.

"who the hell are you?" Yup. Typical Fenris. He makes sure the cleric isn't around to scold him as he speaks. Good job. The elf crosses his arms, watching the dwarf "Do you know elven music?"

"He is here to provide music I believe it is pleasant and he will do his best." Forge responds.

He scratches his chin as he spends a moment in thought, and recalls vague memories of dwarven music, though he does not recall when or where he heard it....
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"Though, we have yet to learn his name, but to be fair we haven't offered him ours out of courtesy. I am Riceak Stryfelaughter," stated the halfling while allowing for the others to introduce themselves.

"Mystyn Blazepipe at your service. Was hired yesterday by the Priestess to play a bit of music to celebrate the wedding." Looking at Fenris, "Straight to the point ye be, I like that. I be knowing plenty of the elven people's music. Would that be more to your liking?"

Krite says, "Where are my manners, apologies, good dwarf! I am Krite Singlebraid, a wizard and scribe. We have only recently met Cumarinda and Fenris, but have the great honor of attending their ceremony." The gnome is tiny -- only a few inches above 3 feet -- and is even skinnier than most gnomes. A little weasel head pokes its way out of his cloak. "Oh, and this is Grinwald, my familiar."