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The wedding will be held in Brasov in the Black Church (http://www.agrotour.ro/bis_blak.jpg). A black limo (http://www.stretched-4-u.co.uk/images/black_limo_hc.jpg) sat in front of the church, waiting for Mr. And Mrs. Edward Darkholme to come out of the church. The Black Wolves flag were on the front of the limo. But that was not everybody was looking at. It looked like a small army of 500 men with guns was guard the church. These men were not in the Transylvania Army but they are Black Wolves.

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Inside one of the room, Edward Darkholme, the groom, was make sure his tuxedo (http://www.mrtuxedo.net/white_xs-large1.jpg) all right. It looks right. It was getting time and he heads out into the main area. He smiles at his father and mother, who was sitting in the front row with the Count‘s other two brides. Jibade, Hermione, Elizabeth and Lilli were sitting behind them. Father Cain Marko (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Father%20Cain.JPG) was standing, as Edward took his place.

“You look calm, my son.” said Father Cain.

“I look it but I don’t fell inside,” said Edward. “It is getting time to start.”

After Edward said that the music for the bride’s maids and groomsmen to come out started to play. Devlin came out in a black tuxedo with Lotus in a light gray dress. Then Calvin, wearing the same thing Devlin had on, and Selene, wearing the same thing Lotus had on followed the other. Khaldun and Adrienne came out last. After they got in place, the bride’s music started.

OOC: More info on the Black Church (http://www.agrotour.ro/biserica_neagra.htm)

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In a corner sat Generalissimo J.L., his wife Thiensiri, and his daughter, Rinoa. J.L. looked smug, content, and cheerful. He was pleased that his good friend the Count was going to be a father-in-law. He hoped the wedding and its aftermath would be joyful for the whole family.

Meanwhile, he called his private cargo plane to ensure that Edward's presents were on their way; he was getting Edward a massive golden throne, a cherry red Ferrari, twelve priceless antique swords, and a bottle of well-aged, deliciously ambrosial wine.

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OOC: RB, we are still waiting for Jenrak, the bride, to post.

OOC: Sorry, I was at school, and my bedtime's 10:00 where I live. :rolleyes: Go figure. I'm assuming this is the actual wedding.

IC:

Whirring motors tapped along the marble handle, with fell eyes looking through the twisted mask. The clamouring of the laboured breathing of a tall, lanky, week armed man, sitting in his chair, as he blinked his eyes and tapped his fingers. Thud, thud the sound echoed precariously in the silent ride, as the air rammed against the edges of the plane. Breathing once again more labourously, as his mask beheld a scarred and broken body, his sword tipped by his side, face content and full of malice, as the wine glass he held in his right hand buckle under the pressure of the gripping fingers. For this was Nahk Territurari, a Patriarch, a seed of distortion and miscontent.

For years and years again he watched the failing student in his eyes, named Ashili, become more and more cunning and devious under the dark and trampled guise of the divine teachings. Now, he did not go to a student's wedding, but the wedding of one he seemed to never be able to deem equal. For years he toiled in thought and motion, and he finally achieved his goal. But this young girl, one who is barely of age to approach such a power, has as much strength as he in the court. It was not normal, and to him, did not seem to tolerate the balances of life.

Yet with all his feelings set aside, Nahk must start his arrival to Ashili's beloved wedding, for he was not a friend, but once a teacher, a commander that he protected her, and now, he would be arriving to her ceremony of bond as an equal.

The plane swerved down hideously, as the intake engines of the plane felt the cool rush of air, Nahk seeing the clouds pass by as fierce as thunder with the drooping plane smashing into the thick air like a meteor. Grabbing his handle strongly, he felt a sudden surge pull along his navel, the metal in the plane flying down softly and abruptly once he landed upon the cold, concrete surface. He was in the alleged lands of Transylvania, and he was certain that Ashili's directions were clear.

Getting into his car, placing on his long, gusty robe, he spurred forwards along the limo that she had given to him. The roads were smooth, the sky was dark, and the beautiful evening dawned upon them. He was late, but as he was half machine, he was not in a hurry, nor did he feel rushed.

As the car sped on, it reached along the Black Church, and Nahk stepped out into the little light that was there. Two armed men stopped him, and as tall as he was, he peered into their eyes. "Let me in." He commanded, but they stood firmly.

Meanwhile, in the dressing room...

Ashili felt nervous. Never did something of this magnitude or importance to her happen in her life. She was feeling a strong surge of emotions, and the light flickered off her showed her long, dagger teeth and her pulsing bite marks. Shadows of blood filled her hands, and her mouth was feeling the urge to drink. But she had to stay calm.

Perhaps later, I will deal with this. She thought. For although she was a vampire, she did not get used to her mood determined transformations. In her glistening black stain dress, the pieces refracting off the lights, she heard the burgeoning music and rushed out with her bouquet towards the isles. Her face was soft, and calm, but underneath she had an urge to leap up in joy; for today was a day of grandeur, and she would feel it at the best. Her love for Edward would be shone tonight.

Amongst the empty bride's side she peered into the empty seats. Nahk, her only guest, had not reached the country yet, or so she thought. But outside the Patriarch was in a complaining conversation with the security, and yet she did not heed. She merely walked down the isles, feeling the flowers and the spraying amongst her. A dash of holy water reached her skin from someone, and burned her leg, but as she was, she did not want to ruin it, and ignored the ardous pain.

There, are the ends of the isles, she awaited the response from her soon-to-be husband.

The two armed men looked at Nahk then putted out a radio. “Patriarch Nahk, has arrived. If you come with me, the wedding has start.” said one of the men, armed with AK-47. The man headed up the church’s stair and the front door was held open for the man.

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Edward was looking at Ashili as she walked down to him. His knees start to jumping as Ashili, he was nervous. He smile at her for afar. As she got to him, he said in a low voice “You looked beautiful, my dear.”

Father Cain Marko looked over at Edward, who was holding Ashili’s hand, “Ready, my son.”

“Yes, Father Cain.” said Edward, meanwhile behind the couple. The Count had some men drag off the men, who threw holy water at Ashili as she walked down isle.

OOC: Have Nahk sit down then I will post the start of Cain talking.

Nahk walked along the edge entrance of the church, but even as stealthy as he attempted to be, his whirring mechanical parts echoed through the issued halls, and he sat down with a large thumping sound.

Along way, Ashili turned around and smiled. She was glad that Nahk had come, and she was ready to be wed. At least a friend from Jenrak would see her wed.

After Ashili’s guest took his seat, Father Cain started “We have come together to consecrate a marriage, which is a solemn and joyous ceremony, to be celebrated by those to be married, their families, and the community of which they are a part and in which they will live. It is more than young people speaking vows before an audience. By your attendance you bear witness to their joining and give your support to their success.”

“The groom, Edward Darkholme, is well known in the Dominion and his bride, Ashili Evergone, the young army commander of the nation of Jenrak will be join together as one.” said Father Cain.

“Edward, take your bride’s left hand and said your vows.” said Father Cain.

Edward took Ashili’s left hand and started his vows “Ashilli, in the past few days I've been something that I've rarely been at any other time in my life - silent. But you're at least partly to blame. From the day we met, you've surprised me, challenged me, and engaged me in a way that no other human being ever has. And I've never been able to tell you what that meant to me. But today, of all days, I have to find a way. Before I knew you, I wasn't living. I was waiting. And hoping. Because even though I've lived my life in a cold and soulless city - I've always known that somewhere in the heart of it there is a wall and then there is a door. And if you're lucky enough to get inside, you'll be about as close as any of us are going to get to the Garden of Eden. I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I feel that's pretty much where I'm standing right now, sans snake and the apple tree, of course.” He said all that with stopping with tears running down his face. Then Devlin hand Edward the wedding ring and he places in on her ring finger.

"Ashili, take Edward's left hand and said your vows, now." said Father Cain.

OOC: Was there something specific I was supposed to say? Because I lost alot of stuff when I cleaned out my computer.

OOC: Was there something specific I was supposed to say? Because I lost alot of stuff when I cleaned out my computer.

OOC: Have her make her own vows up. If you can think of something, do a search on google for wedding vows. And Lotus will give Ashili the wedding band to be placed on Edward's ring finger.

Ashili felt a pulsing love throb within her heart, as she felt the love of Edward enclose her. Hands smooth, eyes comforted, and soul relieved, she began her own vow.

"Edward," she started. "From the moment I saw you, my fate was unknown. I, myself, did not know where the heart, or the life would be between, where the sky would grow, and the air would flight. For all our lives, for all our love, I have never thought you to be one so lovingly, so perfect in my eyes."

"I have traveled afar, met many people, seen many things, but of all magnificence that enclosed around my life, you are the greatest one, the one that will determine what I abide. I love you Edward, with all my heart, and if I must, I would scream it across the world, yelled it from the highest peaks, or shiver the words through the cold blank recesses of the bottomless seas."

"More than my life, my soul, my religion, do I have a feeling for you; a love that moves uncontested, a thought that would never wiave. I wish to love you forever, until all time is broken, and beyond that. With all that transpires, I hope, that at the beginning of the blossom of our lives, I would let you know, that I, Ashili Evergone, Red Matriarch of Jenrak, the Mistress of Purgatory, love you, dear Sir Edward, and it will never waver, as long as the sun will rise. I love you." She murmured quietly, amongst the onlooking crowds, the motorous Nahk watching carefully, his eyes squinted to see the next outcomes.

Lotus handed out a long, sleek, beautiful wedding band, and Ashili recieved it, and place it firmly in her hand, where she was ready to finalize her action. She awaited the next oncoming steps.

The Count’s three brides were all crying after both of their vows were said. The Count was looking up and it looked like all action was on Edward and Ashili. The Count said something so low nobody could hear him “The ring, put the ring on his finger.”

Edward looked Ashili in her eyes and said “I love you to my dear Ashili. You are my life, my soul, my love and will be forever.”

"As are you." Ashili nodded at the response, as she took the gleaming ring and slipped it firmly onto his ring finger.

"To you, for all eternity, and beyond, do I pledge my love." She dramatically stated.

(Can we come?)

OOC: This is an invite, but I'm sure Transylvania would allow you if you respond quick enough to his post.

(Can we come?)

OOC: Yes, you can come. Just don’t use Count Dracula. I have one in my nation right now. But I will give you time before I post Father Cain finishing everything up. Writer block is what is happening to me.

Your best bet is to have a seat on the groom's side because Jenrak posted that Ashili was has only one person in it.

OOC: I'll wait for Vampire Covenenat to RP and Transylvania to post.

OOC: I'm going to get Vampire Covenenat time to post before I will post. If Vampire Covenenat doesn't post by tomorrow, I will finish the wedding up and off we go to the party at one of the Count's clubs.

OOC: Sure. I'll wait.

OOC: Here I am.

IC: We will need to know where our delegate will need to arrive, also, is this taking place during night or day?

[OOC:The Transylvania, what kind of Vampires are you using? I am curious. Because, generally is is thought Vampires dont feel love or any type of emotion like that, also in another thread you said he was a day walker? Not to sound like an ass, but it sounds like your making Vampirisim sound more like a blessing then a curse with these things.]

OOC: Perhaps it is a blessing? I'm not entirely sure as well, but my character is technically half-vampirish. She only shows her nature when she's showing a strong emotion. Anyways, time to wait again...

We will need to know where our delegate will need to arrive, also, is this taking place during night or day?

The wedding is happen in the town of Brasov and at dusk. So, you can use the Brasov Air port. It is on the edge of the town.

[OOC:The Transylvania, what kind of Vampires are you using? I am curious. Because, generally is is thought Vampires don't feel love or any type of emotion like that, also in another thread you said he was a day walker? Not to sound like an ass, but it sounds like your making Vampirism sound more like a blessing then a curse with these things.]

OOC: I'm using my type of vampires. The ones that can fell love, and can be hurt by wood stake and silver stake. Garlic doesn't hurt them or water or fire because those are dumb ideas. The daywalker is Count JWolf and he is the only one in the Dominion. Plus, Count JWolf is 10,000 years old. He was not born but created by the gods and was blessed by the gods to live forever.

And to me, Vampirism is more a blessing then a curse.

OOC: My person doesn't like her vampiric nature much, but it gives her nearly endless youth. So, it evens out.

OOC: That kinda ruins it for me. UNtagged.

OOC: Hey Jenrak, do you want to finish this? Edward and Ashili will be married even if we don’t finish this and on their honeymoon. I want to start the Count’s plan to take over the government and it will start after this thread, when Edward and Ashili are on their honeymoon.

OOC: Sure it doesn't matter.

OOC: Ok, just put Princess of the Transylvania by Ashili’s name in your fact book because during their one week stay on the family yacht, the Count will take over in a week.

OOC: I'll place the status in my new factbook once I'm done.

Ok.