Curse of the Azure Bonds chapter 1: Tilverton

"Very nice," Dominc said, examining the ring. He decided that it wouldn't be diplomatic or intelligent to mention that he could probably steal it from the ring-keeper if he wanted to. Not that he would, anyway. Dominic did have a somewhat relaxed view on the concept of pesonal property, but he also had style. And stealing a wedding ring was about as classless as it got.
 

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Ferrik of Rasheman

Ferrik gives the ring a passing glass, holding out the bottle of jhuild "Sir Ringkeeper, where is the place to give gifts to the bride and groom? I have found a bottle of jhuild for the happy couple and long years of health."
 



Anya takes the wine over to the other gifts, while a knocking gets Durlan's attention. Drat, guess it'll have to wait, it's showtime!

Durlan and Anya take their places alongside Gharri, the groomsmen, and the other priests of the temple as the bride's procession begins. First, the honor guard of two rows of Purple Dragon Knights in full dress uniforms (and plate) enter, halberds in hand, and stand at rigid attention along the main aisle. Then the flower girl enters, sprinkling flower petals liberally along the aisle. Then enter the bridesmaids, each in purple dresses and wearing wreaths of lilacs. You can see from your program of festivities that the bridesmaids are fairly high-ranking people in their own right: first is Alasalynn Rowanmantle, whom you learned before is the lord of the city of Tilverton. Next are Tessaril Winter and Myrmeen Lhal, lords of Eveningstar and Arabel respectively. Following them is Shaerl Amcathra, cousin of Alasalynn and wife of Lord Mourngrym Amcathra of Shadowdale. Finally is the maid of honor and newly-appointed head of the War Wizards, Caladnei.

At last, the moment comes. In a white gown trimmed with purple and amber, and escorted by Lord Sthavar of Suzail (all in full dress uni and plate), is the princess. The oohs and ahhs you hear around you are well-deserved, as the the things you have heard of her beauty prove to be no exaggerations. As the music plays, you can only think of how lucky a son of a gun Gharri is to be soo to be wed to a rare beauty as her.

However, soon another thought enters your mind, the recognition that someone has apparently lit your right arms on fire, or at least it feels that way. As the princess reaches the end of the aisle and approaches the altar, the sigils on your arms have picked a markedly inconvienient time to come to a new and burning life, and they glow now with a blue light so bright it shines through your clothes. And then the words enter your mind, a powerful and near-irresistable command:

Kill the Princess, her groom, and all who stand in your way!!!

[sblock=ooc]Now would be time for will saves, in case you were wondering. :lol: ;) [/sblock]
 



Sidra had admired the ring dutifully, making appreciative noises, though she found the thing drastically overblown and even somewhat tacky. However, the bride's beauty made whatever shortcomings the ring had irrelevant. She would look lovely in sackcloth, let alone her fine wedding gown. She had been simply admiring the surroundings when her mind (and arm) had erupted in rebellion. Sidra gasped and clutched a hand to her head, trying to fight off the compulsion with all of her being.

Will save (1d20+7=26)
 


Dawn

Dawn watches the ceremony with big eyes. Marriages always had something special about them, and this was an especially beautiful one. Then suddenly, an alien thought entered her mind. Kill the Princess, her groom, and all who stand in your way!!!

“No!” she says, fighting against the urge with all her will. “Go away!”


OOC: Will Save 27.
 

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