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Crown Prince Grand Duke Captain Sir Samuel David Thomas Vandaland was nevrous. It was today he was to be married. He being dressed in the best mess dress the Findanian military could offer. He was going to marry Princess Heather H'Ines of Aust. His friend and best man Captain Sir Alfred de Hessington patted him on the shoulder and said "Relax Sam, Relax."
"Easy for you to say Al, your not the one being married."

The Prince finshed tying his tie and said " Once more onto the breech dear friends, once more."

"Now Sam, its not that bad."

"Your right, I guess, well lets get to the Cathedral". The Prince thought Calm done, Sam calm, down, its just a wedding.
He stepped outside the Imperial Palace, and a warm spring breeze blew onto hia face.
They walked into the Imperial Cathedral in Granton, Findan's capital.
Many guests were there.

OOC: All nations feel free to bring your leaders and thier familes or any one else.

OoC: If Aust wants to I'll send in Councillor Solar, as always.

OoC: If Aust wants to I'll send in Councillor Solar, as always.
OOC: Aust and I arranged this already.

Heather sat in the limo that was to bring her to the cathedral nervously pulling off the petals of the flowers in her hand. It was all so nervewracking, this whole marrage buisness, in Aust you would just go to the regestry office, register that you where partners and then have a party, there was none of this marrage ceremony buisness.

Of course it was all done to please a god she didn't balive in, to make it all sacrad and legal and a host of other things she didn't understand. That was partly the reason why she was so nervous, the other reason was that she knew some of what was expected of her, just not all, and a little knowlage is worse than none.

Ruth, in the corner, looked just as nervous as her, she was only 3 and seemed overawed by the experience. She didn't understand what was going on, even though her farther, the emporer, had told her what was happening.

That was the problem with growing up in a completly secular society, it was harder to understand other places treditions.

She smoothed her dress with it's huge train, it was white of course and she understood that, white symbolised purity and good intentions and a myrard of other things in Aust, but why it had such a long and stupid train she didn't understand, tredition she guessed.

It was silk and made perfectly to fit her, it hung off her young body like a gentle wave and she realised just how butiful it was by looking in the mirror. She looked at her fingernails as well, the where course and rough from where she'd been biting them-hopefully no one would notice.

The limo had turned right and she looked out of the mirrored glass windows, they where almost there,the cathedral was huge in the distance she smoothed her dress, cheaked her hair and took a deep breath and prepared to follow this strange 'marrage' tredition.

OOC: Aust and I arranged this already.
OOC: No it's okay, erik Solar is a carcter we've RPed together with before, if you want to Dump, it's your choice, my entire royal familly will be there.

ooc: mind if I sent a rep?

OOC: The Emmitian Empire wouldn't mind sending a representative of the Emperor, if you wouldn't mind another guest, and it'd be feasable for a MT nation to attent.

OOC: All nations may send any sort of represenative. To Aust: What is the religon of Aust?

Princess Jasmine shall be attending the wedding as a representative of Theao. We wish the couple a long and happy life.

Sam was nercous waiting for his bride to arrive. He hoped she would not be to offended going though the traditional Findanian wedding. Personally he would have prefered a small ceremony in a feild outside the forset he like to go to to hunt, fish, and just relax, but his great-great-grandfafther insited on a large wedding.

Teturon (1) Reriti Vetsugon sat in the middle of the pews of the mighty cathedral at Granton. Despite the Empire's official dislike of foreign customs, especially religiously based, even he was stunned by the splendor of such a place of worship. Light flowed into the building through the stained windows and illuminated the dignitaries and well-wishers in perhaps a more friendly light than they would have previously looked. Almost as if they were there as friends.

He kept still, however. He was a representative of the Emperor, the Holy Pirokajuon, and he ought to have been more serious about the occasion and more diplomatically minded. But as he watched the wonders of the Cathedral, he saw a vision for Emmitia, what it could one day become, what the Empire could one day be. All during these meandering thoughts, however,, he waited for the wedding ceremony. He didn't quite grasp it, how the entire procedure should occur or what would happen, so he kept on his toes, ready to be surprised.

OOC: 1: The title Teturon [Tee-too-ron] is a title used in Emmitian government to distinguish the members of the Imperial Council. Very high members in the Emmitian office, they are usually sent out to assure good tidings for the Empire.

His Imperial Majesty Stephen I wishes Crown Prince Grand Duke Captain Sir Samuel David Thomas Vandaland and Princess Heather H'Ines of Aust a long and happy marriage.

If the happy couple does not object, he shall be represented by Prince Martin, and the Imperial Chancellor, Baron Woosterton.

Colonel Rhodes of the Royal Marine Corps strode into the cathedral over the red carpet, his black and blue uniform crisp clean as he inspected the security detail attached to the Councillor he was supposed to protect.
Normaly a full platoon of Royal Marines would be provided including Gunship and Naval support to protect a envoy of the Emperor but on such a wonderful day only two Handmaidens of the Emperor where standing behind the massive form of Councillor Solar.

Colonel Rhodes, why are we waiting? Rhodes jumped slightly at the sound of the Councillor's voice before giving a quick salute.
"Apologies milord, do you wish for me to procure a seat for you?"
Erik passed the Colonel to his left without answering and his entourage followed quickly, keeping the blue pillow and the red wooden box tightly in their hands.
Hm, and you think they'd provided decent seating for me... Erik hissed under his breath, his stature and weight would crush the church benches like paper.
As Colonel Rhodes walked up behind him the Councillor turned, pondering his options for a second.
Colonel, you will take my place.
"But sir, I am neither qualified nor trained..." Rhodes sputtered.
You are now, sit down and keep your spot, just smile and nod. Erik then turned to his purely in white clad female bodyguards.
Keep the Colonel safe and inform William that I will need to talk to him at once.

He turned around, facing the doors once again, a good ten minutes before the wedding began, perfect timing. The light from the stained windows coloured his blue armour in a myriad of colours and of course he attracted the needed attention from the other guests with his huge posture. Erik took up his position at the back of the cathedral, near the huge doors and patiently waited for William.

Meanwhile Rivita, one of Solar's bodyguards approached William, the Emperor clearly recognizable from pictures taking half an hour ago by a Raven agent.
No guard made a move to stop her, the markings on her shoulders indicated she was an agent of the Empire and more importantly an agent of Erik Solar, Imperial Councillor and Warlord to the Emperor.
She kneeled before him, head bowed. "I apologize for the interruption Emperor but Councillor Solar humbly request that you see him at once at the entrance of the Cathedral, he expressed the urgent ness of this matter concerning his safety."

Emperor Robinson Antares Scorpius and his new wife, Empress Nora Courtney, who also happened to by the head of the Imperial Parliament, exited a limo bearing the flag of the Grand Imperium of Risban. Usually, the emperor himself would not attend foreign events like this unless it was for close friends and/or allies, but Nora insisted that they attend instead of Foreign Minister Alexander Perkins. What better way to create relations with Findan and Aust than show up at a wedding between their two nations?
Sometimes Scorpius wondered if it should be he heading Parliament and his new wife managing the Office of the Emperor.

Emperor Scorpius and Empress Courtney entered the cathedral, heading to a seat. Normally the Emperor was escorted by at least two lictors, who served as virtual bodyguards. However, they did not enter the cathedral. Trusting that security would be decent enough, the seven Risban Imperial Lictors waited outside the cathedral, ready to run in should anything happen. They took care of bringing in the Emperor's gifts to the couple.

An oak box was sent to the appropriate place, holding Risbanian chocolate, the finest Risban Wine, a small scorpion figure made of gold (the Risbanian sign of peace and state), a marble Imperial Chess Set, and pair of platinum bracelets with the inscription Omnia vincit amor. Esto Perpetua.

Emperor Scorpius and Empress Courtney took their seats, speaking quietly with eachother while waiting. The Emperor was not in the best of moods, though he did not show it. He was in a foreign cathedral without his bodyguards, he had wars in Green Sun and the Imperial Armies region affecting Risbanian citizens, reconstruction to the Copmol Bay Area was still underway after the volcanic eruptions, the Senate and the Aritocratic Parliament were bickering more than ever about recent changes in civil rights, and he still needed to write thankyou cards to people who showed up at his own wedding just a few weeks ago. Despite this, he smiled. He hoped this wedding would be enjoyable. He had attended one in Zeitz not too long ago, and 'twas a disaster...

A Findanian Matre'd welcomed the guests to the cathedral. He said "Heads of State may sit up front everybody elese may find a seat somewhere."

OOC: No religion at all.

IC: William nodded to the handmaden and stood up from his seat, Matt pulled at uniform, "What the hell are you doing." He whispered, and then rembered the proteocol, "Sire."

"Erik wants to talk to me." William whispered back,

"It's your sisters wedding and you want to talk, can't it wait, sire." William just gave him a look that said it all, he made his way along the row and towards the back of the cathedral, the ushers kept trying to get him toreturn to his place but each time he brushed them off with a few simple sentences or a fiery glare.

He reached the back of the cathedral, and saw Eriks huge form, "What do you want my freind?" He asked.

Sam and Alfred sat waiting for the Princess. The High Cardinal of the Imperial Church of Findan arrived, a golden Five Pointed star hanging fom his neck. A Marine muscian sat at the organ preparring to play the wedding march. Sam saw his cousins, his sisters, and Great-Great Grandfafther. His uncle was their as well.

OOC: Findanians are goddess worshipers.

OOC: I presumed you where christian-any details of the cermony I should know?

OOC: I presumed you where christian-any details of the cermony I should know?
OOOC: Pretty much I'm ripping off Christian weddings and some traditions. Though a historical note. Christanity took alot from Godess worship.

OOC: Mind if I Join?

IC:
The Black Rolls-Royce limousine stopped infront of the Cathedral. It was a search, because the Navigation system had no DVD's for Findan available.
The Grand Duke sighed, and looked aside to his Prime-minister, Jean-Pierre Claude. they had come to see a wedding. what kind of wedding? who's wedding? the Grand Duke didn't knew it all, maybe his Prime-Minister knew it.
"who's wedding is this actually?" he stared at Jean-Pierre.
"it's the marriage between Crown Prince Grand Duke Captain Sir Samuel David Thomas Vandaland of Findan and Princess Heather of Aust"
"Ah, so they're getting married after all" he remembered the whole story, he once read it somewhere.

They stepped out of the Limousine, after his Security Agents, they had scanned the Area first.
"May I escort you, Sir?" The Head of the security asked.
"No, you stay outside" the Grand Duke looked around. "there are some Risbanian special agents, take them as an Example."
"Yes Sir". The Guard was seemingly terrified.
"Why was that, Sir?" the Prime-Minister asked.
"Weapons and Agressive people don't belong at a wedding, neither in a Church or Cathedral" The Grand Duke said, While Staring at the entrance of the Enormous Cathedral.

They sought a Place, but saw nobody that they recognised, so they randomly took a seat. shortly after they had sat down, they saw the doors closing again, like they were opened when they came.

Erik simply smiled at first as he just glanced at William.
Well my friend lets just say that I am concerned for the safety of any church bench I would be forced to sit in.
The two barely surpressed a laugh, it would indeed be hilarious, even at such an occasion.

As Erik surpressed his laughter he patted William on the back. Come, I'll stand to the side and let Colonel Rhodes take up my seat. Besides, you're hard to contact lately, I figure your busy as ever?
People hurriedly removed themselves from the red carpet as he marched himself and William over it towards the front row.
As they reached William's seat and Erik prepared to walk over to the side of the Cathedral he glanced back over his shoulder.
We'll talk more once this is over.

Erik took up his place near a pillar, leaning against it in the most formal way possible, patiently awaiting the couple's arrival.

"I've been busy, I'm trying to stopp Guffingford from being overrun by NATO." He took a seat near by as the first chimes of the organ rang out, his cousain was beginning to walk down the aisle radient in the white dress.

Sam took a slightly visible breath as the princess walked down the asile.

Heather looked to her left and saw the emporer talking to a freind of his, to the other side the assembled dignitarys where sat, Sam stood at the front of the cathedral, he was sweating.

she reached him and turned to face him. Now what happens?

Heather looked to her left and saw the emporer talking to a freind of his, to the other side the assembled dignitarys where sat, Sam stood at the front of the cathedral, he was sweating.

she reached him and turned to face him. Now what happens?
He said " Now High Cardinal Larsson is going to spend the next thirty minuets talking to us. I've been to a million of these"

OOC: When I use [i] it's in her head-thoughts.

Emperor Scorpius and Empress Courtney, now in the correct seats, stood as the princess walked down the aisle. The Risbanian leaders smiled, holding hands as they watched the Austian and the Findanian.

The Cardinal was just beginning his speech when a Telephone went off.
The Prime-minister began sweating and was busy trying to silence the Telephone. he just saw the Whole Cathedral looking to him, he would be the Laugh of the Century.
"What the Hell are you doing?" The Grand Duke looked him in the Eyes
"this Mobile Phone is brand new, I can't handle it"
The Grand Duke sighed
"Carry on, sorry for the Interference"

OOC: When I use [i] it's in her head-thoughts.
OOC:OK.
IC: The High Cardinal statred to talk:"Dearly beloved, we are gathered her to today to wed two of your your children Princess Heather H'Ines of Aust and Crwon Prince Samuel Thomas David Vandalnad of Findan. In the name of the mother...." he rambled on for forty minetes " Do you Crown Prince Samuel Thomas David Vandaland take this women Princess Heather H'Ines to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" replied Samuel

"Do you Princess Heather H'Ines take this man Crown Prince Samuel Thomas David Vandaland to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." She folowed sams example.

The High Cardinal continued and said to Sam "You May kiss the bride!" To the Cathedral, "I now prnouce you husband and wife. May you live long and well> May you have many children. amy your reign be long, and may your children's and thier children's reigns be long as well."

Solar watched the couple, he geared for the yes word and as soon as it was given he leaned his full weight down on his feet.

His heavy voice boomed through the cathedral, drawing the needed attention from the rest of the guests.
Long live Findan, long live Aust!

Erik stood next to William, leaning over slightly, whispering in his mind. Do tell me there's a reception after this William, I need a drink...

The teturon looked questioningly backed towards the man Solar. He was confused: he did not know whether these occurances were normal or whether it was a quirk in the ceremony. He guessed the latter. He was nevertheless happy for the couple, and would be glad to greet them as a newlywed couple and wish them a long reign on behalf of the Pirokajuon.

Solar glanced once at the teturon, representative from Emmitia, a blank glance that hid nothing.

If he looked closely he could read Solar's facial expresion; I know what you're thinking...

Still bewildered and surprised at the man's outburst, he turned back to watch the ceremony. He wasn't necessarily worried, but he had a feeling that he should be. He was simply confused. He debated to himself if this was a usual custom, or a simple outburst by an overzealous family member. It still seemed strange, however..

William looked up at Erik, "I agree, I think there is a reception but first I think we should pay our respects to the married couple." He stepped forwards, towards Sam and Heather and bowed,

"Sam, Heather, I rember my own partnership with great pride and joy, when I met Kath I didn't want to leave her and I hope this will be as happyer day as it was for me."

"Heather, I have a present for you, you shall know what it is when the time comes." He handed over a small leather box. "And Sam I have this for you, this dagger is one of the finest made by the swordsmiths of Aust, may it protect you. Carry it always." He handed over a dagger to sam.

"thank you very much. i shall take it with me if I have to go into combat again." said Sam. Sam took her arm and escorted her out of the Cathedral and into a waiting limo. "What did William give you?" he asked.

OOC: Aust, Dumpsterdam, is somthing going on here? Your characters are acting odd.

OOC: Thats caracter for you...

IC: Heather looked at Sam, "I have no idea, but my brother said I would need it someday, it must be importent." She undeed the little golden clasp on the box and lifted the lid.

Inside was a sheet of paper with the Austian flag and motto on it, Vie Houre (Vicotry with Honour.), which concerled a velvit interior holding snugly a little glass bottle.

Heather looked suprised shocked even, closing the box quickly, she looked up at the Emporer, "It is truly a mighty gift, thank you."

OOC: Thats caracter for you...

IC: Heather looked at Sam, "I have no idea, but my brother said I would need it someday, it must be importent." She undeed the little golden clasp on the box and lifted the lid.

Inside was a sheet of paper with the Austian flag and motto on it, Vie Houre (Vicotry with Honour.), which concerled a velvit interior holding snugly a little glass bottle.

Heather looked suprised shocked even, closing the box quickly, she looked up at the Emporer, "It is truly a mighty gift, thank you."


OOC: Is there an assasination in the works? I'm not involved but I am curious and may consider joining if something happens to involve Aust in a war, since he's always involved in the good ones and most of the ones now seem to be rather passe.

"Truely a magnificint gift indeed." Sam replied " This knife is one of the most esquisate I've ever seen." The limo sped towards the Imperial Palace were the reception was to take place.

OOC: Aust, Dumpsterdam, is somthing going on here? Your characters are acting odd.

OoC: Nope, nothing strange going on...right Aust?

No, just kiddin, our charachters have known each other for quite some time now, bin through alot together and their very much like brothers.

I'll throw up an IC post later.

OOC: Ok. I was just thinkig that there might be a assanation plot.

OoC: You would have noticed by now, I'd just lay waste to the entire cathedral. :)

OoC: You would have noticed by now, I'd just lay waste to the entire cathedral. :)
OOC: Your right. I just did not know the connection between your caracters. Though that is pretty stupid. You guys would tell me if you wanted to bump off one of my caracters.

OOC: NO assination is going to happen-not from, me at least. :D

The limos of leaders from around the world arrived at the Imperial Palace in the center of Granton. "My dear wife" said Sam "This is our Imperial Palace. It quite impressive do'nt you think? Persoanlly It does not beat Aust's nor doees it look shabby beside it, all palaces have thier trademarks and stories."

No assassination....oh well,