dens_tf_den | DTC, Two Weddings

Sunstreaker: *to one of Chromia's guys* Thrrrrpt. I'm an elite soldier.

Sideswipe: *chooses that moment to upend the n00b bucket over his head and drum on it*

Quickstrike: Yeah, but I didn't just get pwned by the n00b bucket.

Sideswipe: :D

Whiplash: *Laughing his butt off*

Flashpoint: *Relaxing and working on getting some of her heavier armor off*

Ironhide: *comes over to help with one hand, the big egg held under her other arm*

Flashpoint: Thanks, 'Hahde... *stretches, looks around, expression neutral as she searches for someone*

Ironhide: *quietly* 'E's takin' a bath. *then frowns* Y'seen Deepdancer 'r 'Wish?

Flashpoint: *Shrug* Ah ran int' Ol' Lu 'n th' Rainforest though...

Ironhide: ...Iste brung un'a them bugs from those steam vents yesterday. Ah di'n' git none, though.

Flashpoint: *points to the Minotaur Lizard roasting on the fire now* Ah brought th't 'n, 'f y'u want s'me.

Ironhide: *grins, and then looks quizzically at the egg*

egg: *flexing as the inhabitant tries to move*

Ironhide: 0_0

Flashpoint: *Raised brow*

Ironhide: *takes the egg from under her arm and looks it over, poking at the leathery shell with her fingers as she does so* *quietly, with curious puzzlement* Now wh't're y'u doin'?

Flashpoint: Wh't's th't?

Ironhide: *absently* Lizardman egg. Found 't wh'n Ah w's muckin' 'round th' Dreadmarsh th' otha' day.

Flashpoint: *Snerks* Kriti tol' me she ain't 'ad aneh luck th're...

Ironhide: Ah made out lahk a bandit. *tucks egg back and looks back at her Sworn Sister*

Flashpoint: *chuckles* Ah th'nk she's 'xageratin' 'gain... 'cept 'bout th' parts wh're she keeps dahin'....

Ironhide: *frowns and reaches for her cider stein* She payin' a debt agin?

Flashpoint: Ah dunno... But Wake 's... 'e aint' too thrilled 'bout th't...

Ironhide: Figured 'Jill was bein' cuddlier 'n usual when 'e's here. *plops down on the nearest bench, the egg going into her lap and getting her drink set on it*

Flashpoint: *chuckles* Aneh reason y'u're carryin' th't egg 'round?

Ironhide: *scowls* That slaggin' Mooney wouldn' bah it. Said it was too big ta be a Lizardman egg. I'll show him. *snort and drink*

Flashpoint: *headshake* Aneh sahgn 'f Ol' Lu?

Ironhide: Ah didn' see 'im jes' now when Ah was lookin'. *absently poking the egg and lifting an eyebrow as something pushes back at her finger*

Flashpoint: *looking around, chuckles as she sees someone* Ah th'nk Desi's fahn'ly startin' t' 'preciate 'Ound's 'dvances...

Ironhide: Whaaat? *grinning and leaning to try and see through the crowd* Wh're?

Flashpoint: *nods to a corner, where the buxom Reaver is sitting and talking to Hound*

Ironhide: Awwwww. *grin widens* Even 'f she 's a sahght creepy 't's good t' see Hound lookin' so happy.

Flashpoint: 'N mebeh 'f we're luckeh, 'e'll be able t' tame 'er wahlder sahde a bit...

Ironhide: *chuckles* Since when d'you worreh 'bout a wahlder sahde?

Tracks: *opens the bathing room door and steps out, slightly damp and nearly shiny*

Flashpoint: Since Ah tend t' c'me back 'ere 't nahght, usualleh 'bout th' same tahm Desi does... 'n 'er Shadowrealm Champion's mahghteh creepeh... *moving to get up and head for the bathing room*

Tracks: *smiles as he sees her and steps out of her way without speaking. There's something like old guilt in his icy blue eyes as he nods to her*

Flashpoint: *small, shy smile, before she's hurrying to pay to use the bathing room*

Ironhide: *watches them, and then looks around the common room for a family face*

Young Lumen: *laughing and pointing at Sunstreaker* So owned!

Chromia: *gambling nearby, cusses as she loses all her gold*

Ironhide: *hoots and call her lout a yahoo, then gets up to go over to her sister, the egg once more tucked under her arm* Hey, 'Mia.

Chromia: *setting up to sulk* 'ey 'Hahde...

Ironhide: *offers her her cider and a sympathetic grin*

Showtime: *cussing in Elvish as she too loses all her gold*

Chromia: *nods as she accepts the cider*

Denthe: *calling the guy she's gambling with a coward, before blowing his socks off with an almighty belch*

Ironhide: *grins at the guy that beat Chromia and offers to play him a game of Mung Skull*

guy: *giving the pale-colored Necromancer a wary look, scoots closer to Ironhide*

Ironhide: *still grinning at the guy that beat her younger sister and wondering if he's heard anything about her skill at the game she proposed*

Kriti: *Waiting in the shadows to loot the guy's pockets*

Guy: *nods and gets a helmet*

Ironhide: Kriti, darlin', y'u wanna hold mah egg? *doesn't look at her little sometimes shadow*

Kriti: *nods and moves to carefully grab the egg*

Ironhide: *hands it over as it bulges curiously* Thanks.

Viisaus: *arriving after taking his newest mount, a Hatchling Skyclaw Wyvern, to the stable for the evening*

Ironhide: *standing with hands on her hips, shows no sign of putting on a helmet*

Guy: Um... Aren't you gonna put on a helmet?

Ironhide: *grin widens* What fer? *down to her knees* Ah'm ready ta play.

Guy: *reluctantly gets down to his knees after putting gold on the table*

Eruiste: *watching the game from her perch on a rafter, winces at the impact of head on helmet. Wonders if someone should put up a sign warning n00bs not to lend their helmets to guys who want to play with Ironhide*

Young Lumen: *climbing up to join Eruiste in the rafters after losing all his gold gambling*

Kriti: *looting the guy's pockets, will offer Ironhide the egg back*

Ironhide: *getting to her feet with a crow of triumph. Takes her egg and holds it aloft, then tucks it back under her arm and gets her gold. Drops half in her bag and offers half to Chromia*

Chromia: Thanks, 'Hahde... *small grin*

Ironhide: Gotta take cahre'a mah bebeh sistah.

Chromia: *chuckle* Thrrpt... *pats the spot on the bench next to her*

Ironhide: *flops down and calls for a round of Horsetail cider*

n00b: *yelling about the big dent in his new helmet*

Chromia: *to the n00b* 'S yer own slaggin' fault!

n00b: How is it my fault, ya slaggin' witch? How was I supposedta know the other witch had a bloody rock for a head?

Chromia: *Gets up and moves to face the n00b* Wh't w's th't y'u called mah big sistah? *Scowl*

n00b: A WITCH! 'N I'll call'er that to her horsey face!

Anna: Chromia, will you take that outside and off the grounds?

Chromia: Gladleh, Anna. *Grabs the n00b by his shirt and lifts him with one hand*

n00b: *surprised squawk and flail, and then he's trying to fight*

Ironhide: *downs her drink and gets up to pinch the back of his neck* Y'know there's a no violence rule heah, boy?

Chromia: *Gives the n00b a shake* Stop th't, 'r Ah'll tell th' Reaver 'n th' cornah th't Ah've found 'er anotha soul t' feed t' 'er Shadowrealm Champion.... 'R mebeh Ah'll give y'u t' th' pale Necromancer.

Denthe: *perks up at that*

n00b: *defiant smirk* Isn't that violence?

Ironhide: *smile* Weah th' enforcahs.

Denthe: And if it happens off the grounds of the Tavern... *wicked chuckle*

n00b: *yells to his friends for help*

Anna: *calmly announces them all evicted as they charge forward*

Ironhide: *grabs the nearest one and heaves him right through the crowd and out of the door. Which thankfully had just been opened*

Chromia: *Carries the n00b out the door*

n00b: *demanding his gold back for the room he paid for and saying he has to get his stuff*

Kriti: *At the door, razzes the n00b*

Ironhide: *one handedly evicting another* Y'don't got aneh stuff no more.

*though if they're good and behave properly Anna would probably let them come back and have part of it back. From the looks of this bunch they'll be going home empty handed and in disgrace*

Chromia: *heaves the n00b off the grounds of the Tavern, then heads back in, intending to get the rest of the n00b's friends*

Thrrpt: *helping with the eviction. Tiny lightening bolts are scary!*

Kriti: *using what Deepdancer taught her, is making lightening bolts of her own!*

couple three other n00bs: *nearly run Chromia over on their way out!*

Wheeljill: *watching from around a corner of the tavern and wondering if she wants to know how her daughter is doing that as she catches a glimpse of Thrrpt's new skill*

Kriti: *Laughs and offers to buy Thrrpt a round of mead*

Thrrpt: Thrrpt! *goes back inside with her Sworn Sister*

n00bs: *pwnt and evicted* D:

Ironhide: *grinning at them and daring them to come back onto tavern property*

twins: *grinning from behind her*

Showtime: *coming to the door, bow drawn and arrow nocked, is enforcement as well, it seems*

Quickstrike: *has his sword out, and a grin to match the twins'*

n00bs: *slink away, hurling insults and depreciations on Ironhide and Chromia's virtue*

Showtime: Yeah, and your mother was more of one!

Ironhide: *laughing her aft off*

twins: *exchange a glance, wink at each other, and then simultaneously shoulder slam Quickstrike*

Quickstrike: ACK!!! HEY!

twins: *bolt for the tavern* Run away! Run away!

Showtime: ... *Facepalming, lets them in*

Lumen: Show, you should've told the n00bs that their mother was a hamster!

Sunstreaker: *right back out, the tall banner of honor in his hands. Gives a rebel yell and chases the n00bs right down the street*

Ironhide: *laughs harder and calls him crazy and illegitimate*

Showtime: *blink blink* Do you think I should've told them that their mother was a hamster, Ironhide?

Ironhide: *pause, blink* A whutnow?

Showtime: *Shrugs* Lumen suggested it...

Ironhide: *shakes her head as she turns to come back inside* Crahzy slaggin' elf.

Young Lumen: Love you too, 'Hide!

Anna: Ironhide, you have a room for tonight. No partying. Chromia and Showtime, you and Flashpoint too. Everyone else, I've got six normal level rooms open. *yes, she just gave the four mid level rooms to the enforcers*

Ironhide: *puzzled scowl. Isn't sure she likes the idea of sleeping in a bed all shut in*

Showtime: Oh? *blink blink* Okay! ^_^

Ironhide: Thank yeh kindly, Anna. But I think I gotta pass. Don't want nobody messin' with th' stable, after all.

Anna: Suit yourself. *shrugs and hangs the key back on her belt*

Chromia: 'N Ah'll be stayin' wit' 'er, Anna. Th'nks f'r th' offah though.

Anna: *hangs the second key with its sibling*

Eruiste: *leaning her chin on her folded arms as she lays on her stomach on the wide, smoke lacquered rafter, her sharp black eyes thoughtful as she watches her friends and considers*

Ironhide: *finds a big empty bottle, sniffs it, and then goes to the cider keg and fills it* Now Ah'll have a good drink :D

Anna: *head shake as she polishes the bar*

Dion: Hey Ironhide, maybe Tracks would be interested in the room? *Why no, he's not trying to play matchmaker for Flashpoint, not him*

Ironhide: So what'reya tellin' me fer? Ah don' got it. *tips bottle up and chugs, egg tucked under her other arm. Doesn't stop till the bottle's empty*

Denthe: He's trying to get Flashpoint and Tracks in the same room. *having a drink from her tankard now*

Dion: *Stinkeyes Denthe*

Ironhide: *lowers the bottle and snorts, then belches* 'Scuse me. They don' need nothin' lahk that, kid. Th' two'a 'em cahme t' an understandin' a long tahm ago. *goes for a refill*

Anna: You're paying for that one.

Ironhide: Yup.

Dion: Yeah, but they're both unhappy about it.

Ironhide: 'N pullin' sneaky slag on 'em'll make 'em unhappier. *sets the bottle down to toss Anna some coins, and then picks it up again to go sit on a settle by the fire, where she lets the egg rest on the warm hearth*

Dion: But Flashpoint'll never say anything if she doesn't get nudged! *Frowning, acks as Magnus baps him on the head*

Ironhide: *stern* Let 'em be. *tips the bottle up* Mmmm.

Dion: *goes off to sulk*

Magnus: *quiet sigh*

Ironhide: *finishes that bottle, and then grabs her egg and staggers to her feet and toward the back door, singing loudly and cheerfully*

Flashpoint: *peeking out after she finishes with her bath, is looking for Tracks*

Tracks: *sitting with his elbows on his knees and a small glass of warm brandy between his hands as he listens to Viisaus tell a story*

Flashpoint: *slips out, the silken elven gown she brought back on her last outing fitting her muscular figure like a glove. Then she's slowly making her way to the corner where Tracks is*

Tracks: *frowns as a sudden rash of wolf whistles and bull bellows interrupts Viisaus' tale*

Viisaus: *Raised brow, followed by a quiet chuckle*

Tracks: *sits up* What is it, Sir?

Flashpoint: *ignoring the wolf whistles and bull bellows, reaches to put a hand on Tracks' shoulder*

Tracks: *slight start and turns and looks up, then blinks before his eyes widen* F... Flashpoint?

Flashpoint: *nods* *quietly* Ah w's 'n idehot all th'se yeahs 'go... *moves to gently kiss Tracks*

Tracks: *leans back, his brandy falling from his hands as he moves to carefully push her away* We agreed I'd ask after I had my command. *squares his jaw* We both know now that that isn't going to happen.

Flashpoint: *has that stubborn set to her jaw again, green eyes dancing with unspoken emotion*

Viisaus: If you two need a witness, I'll happily do so.

Tracks: No, Viisaus. *shoots the Skyguard a frown*

Head stablehand's ferret: *down under the chair, warm brandy, yays!*

Flashpoint: *ignoring the little pips from under the chair, grabs Tracks and moves to kiss him again, this time without giving him time to react*

Tracks: *slight flail and then tries to push her away again without damaging her gown* Mrrrmp!

Flashpoint: *doesn't really care if her gown gets damaged, is trying to make her point crystal clear*

Tracks: *tears spring to his eyes as he stops fighting and moves a hand to the back of her head. He's not really kissing back, but he's no longer resisting*

Flashpoint: *pulls back slightly when she finally realizes that she needs to breathe sometime... but then she's trying to get Tracks to sit down*

Tracks: *slumps back down into his chair, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to get himself under control* Flashpoint....

Flashpoint: *Sits on him* *Seriously* Ah 'm tarhd 'f 'avin' t' let y'u walk outta 'ere 'cause'a stuff th't 'appened wh'n we w're younger 'n di'nt know aneh bettah.

Tracks: *looks up at her earnestly, forgetting the tears that streak his cheeks* You deserve better than this.... *the 'darling' he once would have said hangs unspoken before he continues in a near whisper* And I can't give that to you. I will always be just a common soldier, living in a common room and surviving by my sword.

Flashpoint: *moves to put her forehead on his* 'N y'u th'nk Ah give a slag 'bout th't?

Tracks: *quietly* I do.

Flashpoint: *gives him a quietly bemused look* *softly* Th' onleh thing Ah realleh want... 'S t' be wit' y'u, 'n t' know th't y'u're safe.

Tracks: *that firm chin trembles oh so very slightly as he looks at her*

Flashpoint: *reaches to gently brush her fingers against his cheek* *quietly* Ah love y'u... Ah always will.

Tracks: A man's supposed to provide for the woman he marries.

Viisaus: *Interrupting* Chromia and Ironhide would disagree with you on that count, Tracks...

Flashpoint: ... *Razzes the Skyguard*

Tracks: *sharp, angry look for the elderly Skyguard* 'Provide for her, protect her, stand by her side through sickness and health, want and wealth, till Death finally answers the door when you knock'.

Viisaus: That would depend on your definition of 'provide', Tracks. It's not always financial. *getting up and moving to go grab some of the roast that's on the fire*

Tracks: I can't even give her a home!

Ironhide: *can be heard very faintly singing outside somewhere by the stable*

Flashpoint: *quietly* 'Ome 's wh're th' 'eart 's.

Tracks: *gives her a stricken look, all his self disappointment and shame showing clearly in his eyes*

Flashpoint: *giving his hand a squeeze* Ah'd ratha be broke 'n happeh, livin' wit' th' man Ah love... Th'n 'ave all th' fortune 'n th' world, 'n nevah be wit' 'im.

Tracks: *softly* But you're worth so much more, darling.

Flashpoint: *Quirks a brow slightly*

Tracks: *brows draw together. He knows that look*

Flashpoint: *decides to try kissing Tracks stupid again*

Tracks: *tries to object*

Flashpoint: *quietly* 'F Ah 'ad wanted riches 'n t' be a delicate waif who c'ldn't pr'tect 'erself, Ah w'ld'a stayed 'n Meadowbrook.

Tracks: Surely you can't want to stay here all your life?

Ironhide: *now can be heard calling for her sisters*

Flashpoint: *and there's that slightly stubborn set of her jaw again* Th's 's wh're mah family 's... 'N sahdes, Wake, 'Jill 'n Thrrpt 'r 'appeh 'ere... 'N th'y ain't th' wealthiest family...

Chromia: *up and heading out to see what kind of trouble Ironhide's getting into*

Tracks: *can't help but look over to where Thrrpt is dancing on a table with a bowl on her head, as she mocks an Eastern dancer that was with the last travelling troupe that went through town*

Kriti: *Laughing and encouraging her Sworn Sister*

Tracks: *shakes his head slowly* She's dancing with that infernal troupe of enchanted pine cones again.

Flashpoint: *chuckles* 'T least she's keepin' outta trouble whal Wake's out workin' off 'is debt.

Tracks: *looks at her skeptically* Darling, that child is trouble.

Flashpoint: 'T's worse wh'n Wake's 'ere.

Tracks: *sighs and nods, then presses his lips together and raises his brows at her*

Flashpoint: *small smile, and there's that hint of shyness that she very rarely lets show, but that Tracks is always able to bring out of her*

Tracks: You aren't going to let me up till I agree, are you?

Flashpoint: *gives a quiet little chuckle*

Young Lumen: *trying not to be obvious as he leans over the rafter to get a glimpse down Flashpoint's gown*

Eruiste: *slaps him in the head*

Young Lumen: *Acks and nearly falls off the rafter*

Tracks: *looks up with an irritated frown which quickly turns to a scowl as he guesses what the Moon elf was up to. Quickly pulls his cloak from the back of his chair and wraps it around Flashpoint*

Flashpoint: *mutter* Th're're tahms th't Ah wonder 'bout th's place...

Tracks: *flash of amusement* Yet you want to stay here.

Flashpoint: 'Sahde fr'm th' 'casional idiot, 't ain't so bad.

Tracks: *sighs and leans his forehead against hers in the old way, though he's got to kind of stretch to do it since his head's more at a level to what Young Lumen was trying to look at*

Flashpoint: *leans so Tracks doesn't have to stretch so far*

Tracks: There's no High Church here.

Flashpoint: Viisaus said 'e'd witness.

Tracks: Don't you need three witnesses to make anything legal?

Flashpoint: Mebeh back 'ome 't 's.... Out 'ere, couples c'n eithah 'xchange rings 'n front 'f a witness, 'r shack up t'getha.

Tracks: *face is now very red*

Flashpoint: Ah metta gal bah th' name'a Bonnie who's gotta 'usband... 'N th'y're married 'cause th'y're livin' t'getha.

Tracks: ...Do you mean Bashnose Bonnie, the Berserker that comes in here every few weeks?

Flashpoint: *nods* Ah've met 'er 'usband, Geg.

Tracks: *slight start* That's a goblin name.

Flashpoint: 'E's 'n outcast beast trainer, 'n a good person.

Tracks: *frowning, but he knows he's just stalling to see if she'll change her mind or go see what her Sworn Sisters are laughing about out there*

Flashpoint: *to Kriti* Oy! Kriti, go 'n get mah satchel, 'n don' take nothin' fr'm 't!

Kriti: *razzes Flashpoint, but goes to retrieve the War Master's satchel*

Tracks: ...What do you need that for?

Flashpoint: Ah 'ave a couple'a rings 'n 't.

Tracks: ...Shouldn't you see what your sisters are laughing about? *not much hope in the words. He knows he's not getting out of this*

Flashpoint: Th'y'll c'me 'n tell me 'f 't's s'methin' 'portant....

Kriti: *is back and laughing, having seen what was so funny* *pauses long enough to bug Viisaus about something, and soon has the elderly Skyguard trailing after her*

Thrrpt: *scoots over, her bag of pine cones in one hand, to poke the other teen* Thrrrpt?

Kriti: *Quietly* I think Flashpoint's gonna give Tracks a ring.

Thrrpt: *nods, her expression saying she's not surprised by this, then jerks her head toward the laughter*

Kriti: Oh, Ironhide's got that egg of hers down the front of her shirt, and she looks like she's pregnant. *cheeky grin*

Thrrpt: *cracking up in her silent way*

Tracks: *face. palm*

Flashpoint: *Snerks* Ah w'ld pay t' see Ol' Lu's 'xpression 'f 'e came 'ome t' see th't.

Thrrpt: *laughs harder, and now there's Elvish laughter from overhead*

Young Lumen: He'd have a fit! *acks as he nearly loses his grip while trying to get back onto the rafter*

Eruiste: *grabs Young Lumen by the back of his pants and pulls him back up, still chortling*

Flashpoint: *quiet chuckle* Ah th'nk we've got more th'n three witnesses now, Tracks.

Tracks: ...Sometimes I share Ironhide's opinion of Elves. *frowning upward*

Young Lumen: *Squirrrming*

Magnus: *moving to settle in a chair nearby, as is Viisaus*

Sideswipe, Hound, and Trailbreaker: *coming over as well, every one of them grinning and holding a mug to toast with*

Tracks: *sighs and looks around at all the expectant faces*

Desinex: *Coming over with Hound, is trying her hardest to be friendly, can't help it if she still exudes a slight creepy vibe*

Quickstrike: *Dragging Whiplash and Dion over as well*

Kriti: *makes off with Quickstrike's gold when the lout isn't looking*

Quickstrike: *The joke's on Kriti, as he only has about 100 gold on his person*

Eruiste: *laying partially over Young Lumen, her chest on his back as she twists to watch what's going on below*

Flashpoint: *Getting out a couple of slightly battered-looking gold rings*

Tracks: *lifts his brows and then frowns* Oh no. Absolutely not. I object.

Flashpoint: *blink blink* *confused* Wh't?

Tracks: I won't put that on your finger.

Flashpoint: ... *frowns and searches her satchel for something a bit more suitable*

Kriti: *checking her haul of loot for a nicer ring as well*

Tracks: *tries to get the room to reach down the front of his tunic*

Flashpoint: *Gets the hint and scoots back a bit*

Tracks: *finds the little pocket sewn in there, and pulls out a signet ring*

Kriti: *has found a lovely platinum ring in her loot, gives it to Flashpoint*

Hound: *soft whistle. He'd known Tracks came from a House that lost everything. He'd never known till now that his friend was the eldest son of that House*

Tracks: *holds up his inheritance, his expression serious as he looks at Flashpoint* This will be your ring.

Flashpoint: *holds up the platinum ring, seriousness mixed with affection in her eyes* 'N th's will be y'urs.

Tracks: *nod, finally accepting that this is happening*

Viisaus: *seriously* Tracks, do you swear to provide for Flashpoint to the best of your ability, to honor her, cherish her, and love her until Death answers your knock on his door?

Tracks: Of course.

Viisaus: Flashpoint, do you swear to provide for Tracks to the best of your ability, to honor him, cherish him, and love him until Death answers your knock on his door?

Flashpoint: *nods* I do.

Viisaus: Exchange rings as a symbol of your vows to one another.

Tracks: *takes the strong, calloused hand of his new bride and slips the ring onto her finger, knowing that it will fit easily though it was sized for his father*

Flashpoint: *gently takes Tracks' hand in her own and slips the platinum ring onto his finger*

Tracks: *sighs and slumps his shoulders a bit*

Quickstrike: *trying to start a chant of "Kiss!" amongst the louts*

Trailbreaker: *slaps him in the back of the head without looking at him or stopping grinning*

Whiplash: Owned! *laughs*

Flashpoint: *deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand*

Eruiste: *grabs Young Lumen by the ears and complies with Quickstrike's request*

Young Lumen: *Flails, wasn't expecting that*

Tracks: *frowns upward with irritation as Hound proposes a toast and Sideswipe and Trailbreaker drink it*

Viisaus: *stern looks to the others gathered around* They are wed. I bear witness to this.

Hound: So do I. *smile*

Trailbreaker: And me.

Eruiste: And me.

Quickstrike: I do too.

Young Lumen: *Blink blink, clearly has no idea what's going on, but will nod anyways*

Tracks: *quietly* You're going to have to let me up, darling.

Flashpoint: *nods and moves to do so*

Tracks: *arm around her waist as he gravely thanks everyone, and then leads her toward the bar to see if he can't haggle for rent of a basic room for the night*

Anna: *gives him one of the mid level keys and tells him to slag off*

Flashpoint: *quiet chuckle, is looking forward to getting out of the gown and into real clothes again*

Eruiste: *watches them go through the arch that leads to the wing where the rooms are, then looks at Young Lumen and pokes him*

Young Lumen: *blink blink* Huh?

Eruiste: *snerk. Gentle beep on the nose*

Young Lumen: *Acks as he goes cross-eyed*

Kriti: *going to see if she can win some more gold gambling*

Trailbreaker: *wondering what those Elves are up to now as he watches them*

Eruiste: *snerks again and then leans close to Young Lumen* Did your brain blow up? Or are you still here?

Young Lumen: Er... hi? *doofy grin*

Eruiste: *wide, mischievous grin* I have a ring too.

Young Lumen: ... *checking his pockets now*

Eruiste: *produces a lovely band of slender living air vine*

Young Lumen: *has found a shiny gold ring amongst the loot he stashed to keep it from Kriti*

Eruiste: *grin widens as her solid black eyes ask 'you wanna?'*

Young Lumen: *giving her a bit of a shy smile as he nods*

Eruiste: *kisses him again*

Trailbreaker: *saw those rings, is starting to smirk*

Desinex: *leans on Hound a bit*

Hound: *tightens his arm around her and nuzzles her hair* You ready to witness another wedding, Sky?

Desinex: *nods*

Hound: *chuckles softly* Viisaus, sir. Don't go yet. I think you need to do it again.

Viisaus: *Raised brow* Oh?

Hound: *nods toward the rafter*

Eruiste: *breaks the kiss and leaps down*

Young Lumen: *Acks and takes a topple off the rafter, landing on Whiplash and Quickstrike*

Eruiste: 0_0 *Then doubles over laughing*

Quickstrike: OW! Gettimoff!!!!

Whiplash: *trying to get out from under the Elf*

Desinex: ... *Facepalming*

Trailbreaker: *coming over to heft Young Lumen up by the collar* You sure he's in his right mind enough to make a decision like this?

Bumblebee: *wanders in from where she'd been trying to catch fish* Hey, guys, what did I miss?

Viisaus: Flashpoint and Tracks are married now.

Bumblebee: *blue eyes widen* What? Why didn't anybody come and get me? *sad small blonde is sad*

Denthe: *to Trailbreaker* He's sober, if a bit kiss-drunk.

Trailbreaker: *hrrrm* I'd say he was boob boozled, but.... *looks at Eruiste's tunic*

Eruiste: *kicks him in the shin*

Denthe: *facepalming*

Desinex: *Rolls her eyes and gives Hound a look that clearly means "Can we just get on with this?"*

Hound: *clears his throat and looks at Viisaus expectantly*

Viisaus: *nods* *To Eruiste* Euriste, do you swear to provide for Lumen to the best of your ability, to honor him, cherish him, and love him until Death answers your knock on his door?

Eruiste: I'll protect him, share my loot with him, and kiss him till his brains fall out.

Trailbreaker: 0_o

Desinex: *Snorts*

Viisaus: *Chuckles before looking to Young Lumen* Lumen, do you swear to provide for Eruiste to the best of your ability, to honor her, cherish her, and love her until Death answers your knock on his door?

Young Lumen: *nods* Upon my honor as a male.

Quickstrike: What honor? *Gets a tankard dropped on his head, courtesy Denthe*

Hound: *also smacks Quickstrike*

Eruiste: *reaches for Young Lumen's hand*

Young Lumen: *Reaches for Eruiste's other hand*

Eruiste: *sticks out her ring finger so he won't have trouble finding it*

Young Lumen: *gently slips the gold ring onto Eruiste's ring finger*

Viisaus: *chuckles and murmurs something about the pair jumping the gun*

Eruiste: *looks at him, brows lifted alertly* Did we miss a part?

Viisaus: I was about to tell you two to exchange rings. *amused*

Eruiste: Oh. *cheeky grin* Okay. *puts the band of air vine on Young Lumen's finger*

Desinex: *Another snort*

Viisaus: *another chuckle* They are wed. I bear witness to this.

Hound, Trailbreaker, Sideswipe, and Bumblebee: *rumble of agreement*

Quickstrike, Whiplash, Denthe, and Desinex: *various forms of agreement, from loud whoops to a quick nod*

Eruiste: *grins, and then stands on her toes and once more complies with Quickstrike's request*

Young Lumen: *arms around Eruiste's waist, pulls her down onto his lap as he sits in a chair*

Bumblebee: *hiding her face, which is beet red*

Eruiste: *finally comes up for air and lays her head on her new husband's shoulder, then calls for a round of Giant's Blood Beer*

Thrrpt: *sneaks over to check Young Lumen's ears for brains*

Young Lumen: *trying to nuzzle Eruiste's chest, is making happy sounds*

Eruiste: *gives him beer instead*

Young Lumen: *ooo, beer!* *more happy sounds*

Trailbreaker: Yup, he's gone.

Denthe: *Snerks and orders a round of mead*

Old Lumen: *making his way back to the tavern, is clearly exhausted*

Bumblebee: *has moved over by the door so she can't see the snuggling Elves. Grins when she sees the Dwarven Berserker* Hey, Old Lumen, guess what? We just had two weddings!

Old Lumen: Really? Who got hitched?

Bumblebee: Flashpoint and Tracks, and Eruiste and Young Lumen.

Old Lumen: *Chuckles* About time Flashpoint and Tracks tied the knot.... *pauses* Wait... Eruiste and the brat?

Bumblebee: *nods* Iste proposed right after Flashpoint and Tracks went down the hall.

Old Lumen: ... Well I'll be slagged... *chuckles and goes to sell his loot, and have a few drinks before retiring for the evening*

Bumblebee: *grins and goes to play with the dancing pinecones with Thrrpt and Kriti*

Ironhide: *still laughing with Chromia when Old Lumen makes his way through the door nearest the stable*

Old Lumen: *raised brow, will approach and find out what's going on*

Chromia: Ol' Lu's gonna be 'n trouble! *laughing*

Ironhide: *helplessly leaning against the stable wall* We're gonna hafta git Gerard ta come defend mah virtue. *nearly falls over as she laughs harder at the thought of her meek clerk of an eldest brother doing any such thing*

Chromia: *juust lost her balance, due to laughing so hard at the idea*

Old Lumen: ... What'd I supposedly do this time?

Ironhide: *startles and turns around, revealing the bulge in the front of her tunic*

Old Lumen: .... *and now there's a dwarf sitting on the ground* o_o

Ironhide: *falls over flat of her back as she too laughs too hard to maintain her already shaky balance*

Chromia: *holding her stomach and laughing so hard she's getting teary-eyed*

Ironhide: *gasping* L... L... Lu's a d... d... daaaddy!

Old Lumen: *gaping*

Ironhide: *coughs* Awww slag, Ah laugh anymoh 'n Ah'll barf up alla mah booze.

Chromia: *cracking up anew* T-Tell Ol' Lu th' truth!

Ironhide: *unbuckles her belt and pulls the egg out, then holds it up*

Old Lumen: .... *relaxing when he sees the egg*

Ironhide: *chuckling* 'T's jes' mah bahbeh. Y'u don' gotta worreh, Lu.

Old Lumen: So what kind of wee beastie will be coming out of that egg?

Ironhide: *managing to sit up* 'T'll be a Lizahdman, no mattah wh't th't cheapskate said.

egg: *pushing out on one side as the occupant wonders where the noise and warmth went*

Old Lumen: *chuckles, before stretching* Well, I don't know about you two nutters, but I'm going to bed.

Ironhide: Oh yeah, th't's wheah Ah w's goin'. *trying to get the egg back in her tunic and her belt buckled*

Old Lumen: *gets up and moves to help*

Ironhide: *thanks him as she frowns and concentrates. Finally, between the two of them, the heavy Dwarven buckle is fastened securely*

Old Lumen: *quiet chuckle* 'Bee tells me that Flashpoint and Tracks finally tied the knot....

Ironhide: WH'T???? Th't slaggin' yahoo owes me a lout!

Old Lumen: You can bug her in the morning.

Ironhide: *arm flailing and cussing. Then stops and looks at her sister, who is being oddly silent*

Chromia: *Snoring where she lies*

Ironhide: *laughing again* Th' slag? Ah git drunk 'n she passes out. *stumbling to her feet to boot sister in the ribs*

Chromia: *displeased sound, tries to scoot away from the boot*

Ironhide: *boot boot* C'mon, 'Mia, y'ain't 'n yer bed.

Chromia: Go 'way. 'M comfy.

Ironhide: *boot boot boot* Y'cain't sleep out 'n th' slaggin' stable yard! *boot boot*

Roy: *thunder from the stable*

Old Lumen: *sighs and moves to lift Chromia up off of the ground* C'mon, 'Hide. Let's go get some rest.

Ironhide: *stumbles back a bit and then affectionately calls him a name as she turns to go into the stable* Y'realleh looked lahk ya thought Ah w's knocked up 'n it was y'ur fault.

Old Lumen: Well, what was I supposed to think?

Ironhide: Do ya even know wh're bebehs c'me fr'm? *going up the aisle unsteadily*

Old Lumen: ... I'm not answering that.

Ironhide: *snorks at him* C'mon, Lu, 't y'ur age? *stumbles and then starts up the ladder*

Old Lumen: Oh hush, you. *carefully climbing up the ladder with Chromia*

Ironhide: *teasing singsong chant under her breath doesn't even miss a beat as she walks into the usual beam*

Old Lumen: *lays Chromia down on the hay, before moving to carefully tug Ironhide down to the hay as well*

Ironhide: *kneels and tucks her sister in snuggly, then moves a couple feet away and snuggles down into the nest she'd left the last night she was here, the egg a smooth bump against her stomach* *sighs*

Old Lumen: *moves to lay down beside Ironhide*

Ironhide: *holds her big heavy fur lined cloak open for him, then wraps her arms around him and rests her cheek on his head as she closes her eyes*

Old Lumen: *closes his eyes with a quiet sigh*

Ironhide: *says quietly, as she has many a time before* Ah do love ya, ya yahoo. Ya know that, raht?

Old Lumen: *small nod* I know, Ironhide, and I love you too.

Ironhide: *smiles softly and goes to sleep*

Old Lumen: *listens to the sounds of the stable for a little while before he too falls asleep*

((co-written with

random_xtras))