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ICICLE/ICICLE Events

2026-06-16T00:29:01Z

TWILSON:

{| {{prettytable}}
{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;"
! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm'''
| Frosty Feastday Siegery Tournament
| Rival's Ring at ICICLE in Icemule Trace, west of Voln in IMT, down the pathway
(Lich 34393 / u18019008)
| style="text-align:left"| Come battle your way to glory and fame, and play in a siegery tournament for ICICLE's Frosty Feastday.
|-
|}

==Siegery Tournament Information==

For this particular tournament, there will be no signups and no planned training sessions.

In this tournament, you will be using your own siegery miniatures to fight. Some of these have been trained for YEARS, so if you are new to siegery, you have about a month to train your miniatures.

At the end of the tournament when two fighters remain, the fighters will be using their own castle, three siege engines, and two additional fighters.

Keep in mind, if you are new to siegery, you should have a complete set of siegery pieces, in the event you make it to the finals. A complete set consists of 1 castle, 3 siege engines, and three fighters.

A winner will be determined once the inner keep of his or her opponent's castle has been breached.

While I am not planning training sessions for this tournament, if you are trying to train new miniatures and are having trouble finding a training partner, feel free to contact me.

If you have questions, feel free to reach out Dirvy in game or on Discord (mzfittoy), and I will be happy to help.

'''* The first place winner will receive 3,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The second place winner will receive 2,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The third place winner will receive 1,000,000 in silvers.'''

==Siegery Information==

What in the world is siegery?

Siegery is essentially fighting with toys. Siegery miniatures come in a variety of types: sorcerers, wizards, warriors, rangers, cavalry. Recently, siegery mounts were introduced, enabling you to make any miniature a cavalry-type miniature.

Before attempting to train or fight with a siegery miniature, you need to figure out what your miniature is called. Once on the ground with other miniatures, it will get confusing.

Once you figure out what your miniature is called, RAISE it, so that it will recognize you as its master.

After you have established ownership of your miniature, place it on the ground and once your opponent is ready, you will PUSH your specific miniature to begin fighting. You will do this continuously, until one miniature is defeated.

After the battle has ended, you can FIX your miniature to repair it.

Once you begin practicing with your miniatures, you will see they are pretty bad at fighting.

This is where training comes in.

How in the world do you train your fighter? By fighting other fighters! This can be done anywhere, but there are a couple of places designed for fighting.

[[Subterranean_Seigecraft|Subterranean Siegecraft]]

* Lich: 19928 / u336401
*
* Located in Zul Logoth
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Subterranean Battle Arena - 31076] (u13014076)

[[Begetting_Besiegers|Begetting Besiegers]]

* Lich: 31075 / u13014075
*
* Located in Wehnimer's Landing
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Begetting Besiegers, Sky Arena - 19988] (u336403)

'''ICICLE, Rival's Ring'''

* Lich: 34393 / u18019008
*
* Located in Icemule Trace
*
* Please feel free to also use ICICLE's Rival's Ring, where the tournament will be held, to practice.

ICICLE/ICICLE Events

2026-06-15T23:27:20Z

TWILSON:

{| {{prettytable}}
{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;"
! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm'''
| Frosty Feastday Siegery Tournament
| Rival's Ring at ICICLE in Icemule Trace, west of Voln in IMT, down the pathway
(Lich 34393 / u18019008)
| style="text-align:left"| Come battle your way to glory and fame, and play in a siegery tournament for ICICLE's Frosty Feastday.
|-
|}

==Siegery Tournament Information==

For this particular tournament, there will be no signups and no planned training sessions.

In this tournament, you will be using your own siegery miniatures to fight. Some of these have been trained for YEARS, so if you are new to siegery, you have about a month to train your miniatures.

At the end of the tournament when two fighters remain, the fighters will be using their own castle, three siege engine, and two additional fighters.

Keep in mind, if you are new to siegery, you should have a complete set of siegery pieces, in the event you make it to the finals. A complete set consists of 1 castle, 3 siege engines, and three fighters.

A winner will be determined once the inner keep of his or her opponent's castle has been breached.

While I am not planning training sessions for this tournament, if you are trying to train new miniatures and are having trouble finding a training partner, feel free to contact me.

If you have questions, feel free to reach out Dirvy in game or on Discord (mzfittoy), and I will be happy to help.

'''* The first place winner will receive 3,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The second place winner will receive 2,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The third place winner will receive 1,000,000 in silvers.'''

==Siegery Information==

What in the world is siegery?

Siegery is essentially fighting with toys. Siegery miniatures come in a variety of types: sorcerers, wizards, warriors, rangers, cavalry. Recently, siegery mounts were introduced, enabling you to make any miniature a cavalry-type miniature.

Before attempting to train or fight with a siegery miniature, you need to figure out what your miniature is called. Once on the ground with other miniatures, it will get confusing.

Once you figure out what your miniature is called, RAISE it, so that it will recognize you as its master.

After you have established ownership of your miniature, place it on the ground and once your opponent is ready, you will PUSH your specific miniature to begin fighting. You will do this continuously, until one miniature is defeated.

After the battle has ended, you can FIX your miniature to repair it.

Once you begin practicing with your miniatures, you will see they are pretty bad at fighting.

This is where training comes in.

How in the world do you train your fighter? By fighting other fighters! This can be done anywhere, but there are a couple of places designed for fighting.

[[Subterranean_Seigecraft|Subterranean Siegecraft]]

* Lich: 19928 / u336401
*
* Located in Zul Logoth
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Subterranean Battle Arena - 31076] (u13014076)

[[Begetting_Besiegers|Begetting Besiegers]]

* Lich: 31075 / u13014075
*
* Located in Wehnimer's Landing
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Begetting Besiegers, Sky Arena - 19988] (u336403)

'''ICICLE, Rival's Ring'''

* Lich: 34393 / u18019008
*
* Located in Icemule Trace
*
* Please feel free to also use ICICLE's Rival's Ring, where the tournament will be held, to practice.

House Sovyn

2026-06-15T01:58:55Z

TWILSON: /* Active Clerics */

[[File:House sovyn.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

House Sovyn is located in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], south of the Temple and down the crystal walkway. It provides a home for [[empaths]], [[clerics]], and [[paladins]] interested in working together to help and heal others. Amenities for members include mud baths, hot springs, darts, lockers, and shrines to the various Arkati, as well as chrism-quality gems for clerics who need them. An enchanting workshop, open to the public, is located down the path from the House courtyard. There is also a fishing pond located down the footpath from the courtyard and a [https://gswiki.play.net/Imaera#House_Sovyn.2C_Herb_Garden garden shrine] dedicated to Imaera and Kuon down the walkway from the pond, both open to the public.

Those interested in joining should contact an officer, either in game or via sovyn-officers@yahoogroups.com, to set up an interview. Alternatively, a join request form can be filled out on the House Sovyn website found here: [http://www.housesovyn.com/house-info/how-to-join Join Request Form]. Assuming the interview is successful and the applicant remains interested in joining, officers will then schedule an induction at the applicant's earliest convenience.

House member meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Eastern on the first Monday of every month in the House library.

==Current Officers==

* '''Patriarch''' : Eruheran
* '''Executrix''' : [[Dirvy (prime)|Dirvy]]
* '''Gypsy Scribe''' : Balley
* '''Librarian''' : Amminar
* '''Lady Exchequer''' : Leyann
* '''Numismatist''' : Acerbe
* '''Keeper of Rings''' : Thailmore
* '''Historian''': [[Darcena (prime)|Darcena]]

==House Sovyn Motto and Symbol==

'''Motto''': "Head, Hands, and Heart"

'''Symbol''': A pair of clasped-hands, usually displayed as one white, one silver on a field of green.

==Charter==

===STATEMENT OF PURPOSE===

The House of Sovyn is being established for the purpose of promoting the lawful goals of its membership as it may, from time to time, determine to be of mutual benefit. In addition, as when a sovyn clove is administered and restores lost limbs, so does House Sovyn tend to and restore health and life to those in need.

===STATEMENT OF GOVERNING===

House Sovyn shall be a democratic House with all members voting on key issues; the Chairman breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.

Officer terms shall be for a period of one year at which point new elections shall be held. Elections shall be held on the summer solstice. If a current officer has been in office for less than 6 months, his position shall be retained until the following election. Should an office be vacated under circumstances other than an election, the office shall be filled by a vote within 2 weeks of the office being vacated. If only one person volunteers for the office by the end of the first week, the current officers reserve the right to invest the person into the vacant office without the need for a vote. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian are an exception to the one year term and will be filled as vacated instead of on a yearly basis.

If a House Sovyn officer has not participated in a House activity and/or has been absent from the lands for a period of one month, it is the other officers' obligation to contact that person and give them two weeks to respond. If the officer in question does not respond within the two week period and has no basis for their disappearance, then they shall be expelled from office. If the officer in question does respond within the two week period, an explanation for their inactivity will be mandatory and their status as an officer may be placed into question, situation depending.

In the event a main office is vacated between summer solstice elections, the co-officer will step up to the vacant main position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the co-position. In the event a co-position is vacated between election times, a vote will be held to fill this position. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian shall not have a term and in the event either of these offices are vacated, the office vacated will be posted to the general membership for application. Applications will be accepted for one week after the office is vacated and the current officers will vote and approve a candidate within the week following.

In the event of a summer solstice election, the offices up for voting shall be divided into three categories: Chairman, Treasury and Secretarial. Any and all interested parties shall run for a category, not an individual position. Voters shall designate who they believe, out of the options presented for each category, should fill the main position and who should fill the co-position. When tallying votes, 2 points shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for the main position, and 1 point shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for co-position. The points will be added up, and the person running for office with the most tallied points wins the main position, and the person with the second most tallied points wins the co-position. One week will be designated for accepting applications and speeches for positions, and a second week will be designated for accepting and tallying votes.

===REQUIREMENTS FOR JOINING===

Proposed members for House Sovyn must meet the following requirements:

1) They shall be an Empath of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and transfer all wounds, a Cleric of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows, or they shall be a Paladin of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows.

2) Non Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins will not be admitted for membership unless they marry or are married to a current or future member. Spouses of future members may be admitted as soon as the Empath, Cleric, or Paladin is admitted into the House. They shall have a status of associate member, having all rights that members have excepting the ability to hold office. If an associate member's marriage is dissolved, or their spouse leaves the House, they shall have the option to remain as an associate member if they so desire.

===MEMBERSHIP FEES===

There shall be an initiation fee in the sum of 25,000 silver pieces with no monthly dues; half these amounts if an associate member.

===MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES===

All members shall have access to all areas of the House excepting the quarters reserved for officers and the lounges specific to either Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins. Members may elect to have the coat of arms of House Sovyn engraved upon their shield and they shall also be eligible for loans assuming they meet the requirements and are in good standing. In addition, the House shall provide storage facilities for all its members.

===BYLAWS===

All members shall adhere to the following guidelines: A reasonable effort will be made to assist any seriously injured or deceased person to prevent a deterioration in their current condition and prepare them for a return to a healthful living condition. Seriously injured means bleeding wounds that will lead to death if not addressed. Deterioration in their current condition means death for the seriously injured and decomposition for the deceased. Obviously, if the person is under the care of another empath/cleric/paladin, no assistance is required. Members are not required to stay at gathering places such as the main gate or our healing area even if there are seriously wounded or deceased persons present if there are other empaths/clerics/paladins there to provide assistance. It is not expected that a member shall run throughout the lands looking for those in need of help (though they may choose to).

For the seriously injured, assistance is not required to those who are not cooperating with the provider of that assistance. Non-cooperation would include the injured running away, physically assaulting or abusing the House member while they attempt to provide assistance. Abuse shall consist of, but is not limited to, acts such as punching, kicking, slapping, etc. Assistance is also not required if the injured or deceased asks not to be assisted by the House member.

It would be unreasonable for an empath/cleric/paladin to take actions that are likely to result in the empath/cleric/paladin's death to provide such assistance. An empath is not expected to heal when their current health is so poor that it's life threatening, a cleric is not expected to restore life when their current life spirit is insufficient, and a paladin is not expected to assist if their health is poor, or their current life spirit is insufficient. It would also be considered unreasonable to tend a wounded person in the field in an area where the creatures present would kill the empath/cleric/paladin if they put their weapon and shield away to bandage the person.

A reasonable effort is defined as the actions needed to prevent immediate deterioration and, if not fully healed of serious injuries or restored to life, create a situation that the empath/cleric/paladin believes will result in them getting the required level of care before their condition deteriorates. Reasonable efforts would include tending a seriously injured person in the field so that they have sufficient time to return to town for full treatment or life keeping a deceased person in the field and leaving the deceased in the care of a friend who will drag the deceased to town for full treatment.

Enforcement is the responsibility of the House officers, who would only act in the face of overwhelming evidence indicating a gross violation of the spirit of the charter.

==Active Clerics==
Below is a list of active clerics within House Sovyn for intercession needs.

{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
|-style="background:#d3d3d3; border:#555555;font-size: larger"
!width=75;|Cleric
!width=75; |Arkati
|-
|Eruheran
|Koar
|-
|Amminar
|Imaera
|-
|Paerdita
|Laethe
|-
|Leyann
|Leya
|-
|Windros
|Koar
|-
|Cirik
|Imaera
|-
|Jennora
|Oleani
|-
|Delyorik
|
|-
|Karamilla
|Imaera
|-
|Liraelith
|Ronan
|-
|Kaius
|Kuon
|}

==Map==
[[File:Housesovyn.png]]

==Current Event Schedule==
Please see the link below for current event schedule details.

[[House_Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule|House Sovyn Event Schedule]]

==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Sovyn/view Officials folder]
*[http://www.housesovyn.com/home House Sovyn's Official Website]
*[https://discord.gg/K9e4Sfu House Sovyn's Official Member Discord Server]

[[Category: CHE]]

House Sovyn

2026-06-15T01:17:57Z

TWILSON: /* Active Clerics */

[[File:House sovyn.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

House Sovyn is located in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], south of the Temple and down the crystal walkway. It provides a home for [[empaths]], [[clerics]], and [[paladins]] interested in working together to help and heal others. Amenities for members include mud baths, hot springs, darts, lockers, and shrines to the various Arkati, as well as chrism-quality gems for clerics who need them. An enchanting workshop, open to the public, is located down the path from the House courtyard. There is also a fishing pond located down the footpath from the courtyard and a [https://gswiki.play.net/Imaera#House_Sovyn.2C_Herb_Garden garden shrine] dedicated to Imaera and Kuon down the walkway from the pond, both open to the public.

Those interested in joining should contact an officer, either in game or via sovyn-officers@yahoogroups.com, to set up an interview. Alternatively, a join request form can be filled out on the House Sovyn website found here: [http://www.housesovyn.com/house-info/how-to-join Join Request Form]. Assuming the interview is successful and the applicant remains interested in joining, officers will then schedule an induction at the applicant's earliest convenience.

House member meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Eastern on the first Monday of every month in the House library.

==Current Officers==

* '''Patriarch''' : Eruheran
* '''Executrix''' : [[Dirvy (prime)|Dirvy]]
* '''Gypsy Scribe''' : Balley
* '''Librarian''' : Amminar
* '''Lady Exchequer''' : Leyann
* '''Numismatist''' : Acerbe
* '''Keeper of Rings''' : Thailmore
* '''Historian''': [[Darcena (prime)|Darcena]]

==House Sovyn Motto and Symbol==

'''Motto''': "Head, Hands, and Heart"

'''Symbol''': A pair of clasped-hands, usually displayed as one white, one silver on a field of green.

==Charter==

===STATEMENT OF PURPOSE===

The House of Sovyn is being established for the purpose of promoting the lawful goals of its membership as it may, from time to time, determine to be of mutual benefit. In addition, as when a sovyn clove is administered and restores lost limbs, so does House Sovyn tend to and restore health and life to those in need.

===STATEMENT OF GOVERNING===

House Sovyn shall be a democratic House with all members voting on key issues; the Chairman breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.

Officer terms shall be for a period of one year at which point new elections shall be held. Elections shall be held on the summer solstice. If a current officer has been in office for less than 6 months, his position shall be retained until the following election. Should an office be vacated under circumstances other than an election, the office shall be filled by a vote within 2 weeks of the office being vacated. If only one person volunteers for the office by the end of the first week, the current officers reserve the right to invest the person into the vacant office without the need for a vote. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian are an exception to the one year term and will be filled as vacated instead of on a yearly basis.

If a House Sovyn officer has not participated in a House activity and/or has been absent from the lands for a period of one month, it is the other officers' obligation to contact that person and give them two weeks to respond. If the officer in question does not respond within the two week period and has no basis for their disappearance, then they shall be expelled from office. If the officer in question does respond within the two week period, an explanation for their inactivity will be mandatory and their status as an officer may be placed into question, situation depending.

In the event a main office is vacated between summer solstice elections, the co-officer will step up to the vacant main position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the co-position. In the event a co-position is vacated between election times, a vote will be held to fill this position. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian shall not have a term and in the event either of these offices are vacated, the office vacated will be posted to the general membership for application. Applications will be accepted for one week after the office is vacated and the current officers will vote and approve a candidate within the week following.

In the event of a summer solstice election, the offices up for voting shall be divided into three categories: Chairman, Treasury and Secretarial. Any and all interested parties shall run for a category, not an individual position. Voters shall designate who they believe, out of the options presented for each category, should fill the main position and who should fill the co-position. When tallying votes, 2 points shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for the main position, and 1 point shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for co-position. The points will be added up, and the person running for office with the most tallied points wins the main position, and the person with the second most tallied points wins the co-position. One week will be designated for accepting applications and speeches for positions, and a second week will be designated for accepting and tallying votes.

===REQUIREMENTS FOR JOINING===

Proposed members for House Sovyn must meet the following requirements:

1) They shall be an Empath of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and transfer all wounds, a Cleric of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows, or they shall be a Paladin of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows.

2) Non Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins will not be admitted for membership unless they marry or are married to a current or future member. Spouses of future members may be admitted as soon as the Empath, Cleric, or Paladin is admitted into the House. They shall have a status of associate member, having all rights that members have excepting the ability to hold office. If an associate member's marriage is dissolved, or their spouse leaves the House, they shall have the option to remain as an associate member if they so desire.

===MEMBERSHIP FEES===

There shall be an initiation fee in the sum of 25,000 silver pieces with no monthly dues; half these amounts if an associate member.

===MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES===

All members shall have access to all areas of the House excepting the quarters reserved for officers and the lounges specific to either Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins. Members may elect to have the coat of arms of House Sovyn engraved upon their shield and they shall also be eligible for loans assuming they meet the requirements and are in good standing. In addition, the House shall provide storage facilities for all its members.

===BYLAWS===

All members shall adhere to the following guidelines: A reasonable effort will be made to assist any seriously injured or deceased person to prevent a deterioration in their current condition and prepare them for a return to a healthful living condition. Seriously injured means bleeding wounds that will lead to death if not addressed. Deterioration in their current condition means death for the seriously injured and decomposition for the deceased. Obviously, if the person is under the care of another empath/cleric/paladin, no assistance is required. Members are not required to stay at gathering places such as the main gate or our healing area even if there are seriously wounded or deceased persons present if there are other empaths/clerics/paladins there to provide assistance. It is not expected that a member shall run throughout the lands looking for those in need of help (though they may choose to).

For the seriously injured, assistance is not required to those who are not cooperating with the provider of that assistance. Non-cooperation would include the injured running away, physically assaulting or abusing the House member while they attempt to provide assistance. Abuse shall consist of, but is not limited to, acts such as punching, kicking, slapping, etc. Assistance is also not required if the injured or deceased asks not to be assisted by the House member.

It would be unreasonable for an empath/cleric/paladin to take actions that are likely to result in the empath/cleric/paladin's death to provide such assistance. An empath is not expected to heal when their current health is so poor that it's life threatening, a cleric is not expected to restore life when their current life spirit is insufficient, and a paladin is not expected to assist if their health is poor, or their current life spirit is insufficient. It would also be considered unreasonable to tend a wounded person in the field in an area where the creatures present would kill the empath/cleric/paladin if they put their weapon and shield away to bandage the person.

A reasonable effort is defined as the actions needed to prevent immediate deterioration and, if not fully healed of serious injuries or restored to life, create a situation that the empath/cleric/paladin believes will result in them getting the required level of care before their condition deteriorates. Reasonable efforts would include tending a seriously injured person in the field so that they have sufficient time to return to town for full treatment or life keeping a deceased person in the field and leaving the deceased in the care of a friend who will drag the deceased to town for full treatment.

Enforcement is the responsibility of the House officers, who would only act in the face of overwhelming evidence indicating a gross violation of the spirit of the charter.

==Active Clerics==
Below is a list of active clerics within House Sovyn for intercession needs.

{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
|-style="background:#d3d3d3; border:#555555;font-size: larger"
!width=75;|Cleric
!width=75; |Arkati
|-
|Eruheran
|Koar
|-
|Amminar
|Imaera
|-
|Paerdita
|Laethe
|-
|Leyann
|Leya
|-
|Windros
|Koar
|-
|Cirik
|Imaera
|-
|Jennora
|Oleani
|-
|Delyorik
|
|-
|Karamilla
|Imaera
|-
|Liraelith
|Ronan
|}

==Map==
[[File:Housesovyn.png]]

==Current Event Schedule==
Please see the link below for current event schedule details.

[[House_Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule|House Sovyn Event Schedule]]

==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Sovyn/view Officials folder]
*[http://www.housesovyn.com/home House Sovyn's Official Website]
*[https://discord.gg/K9e4Sfu House Sovyn's Official Member Discord Server]

[[Category: CHE]]

House Sovyn

2026-06-15T00:42:25Z

TWILSON: /* Active Clerics */

[[File:House sovyn.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

House Sovyn is located in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], south of the Temple and down the crystal walkway. It provides a home for [[empaths]], [[clerics]], and [[paladins]] interested in working together to help and heal others. Amenities for members include mud baths, hot springs, darts, lockers, and shrines to the various Arkati, as well as chrism-quality gems for clerics who need them. An enchanting workshop, open to the public, is located down the path from the House courtyard. There is also a fishing pond located down the footpath from the courtyard and a [https://gswiki.play.net/Imaera#House_Sovyn.2C_Herb_Garden garden shrine] dedicated to Imaera and Kuon down the walkway from the pond, both open to the public.

Those interested in joining should contact an officer, either in game or via sovyn-officers@yahoogroups.com, to set up an interview. Alternatively, a join request form can be filled out on the House Sovyn website found here: [http://www.housesovyn.com/house-info/how-to-join Join Request Form]. Assuming the interview is successful and the applicant remains interested in joining, officers will then schedule an induction at the applicant's earliest convenience.

House member meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Eastern on the first Monday of every month in the House library.

==Current Officers==

* '''Patriarch''' : Eruheran
* '''Executrix''' : [[Dirvy (prime)|Dirvy]]
* '''Gypsy Scribe''' : Balley
* '''Librarian''' : Amminar
* '''Lady Exchequer''' : Leyann
* '''Numismatist''' : Acerbe
* '''Keeper of Rings''' : Thailmore
* '''Historian''': [[Darcena (prime)|Darcena]]

==House Sovyn Motto and Symbol==

'''Motto''': "Head, Hands, and Heart"

'''Symbol''': A pair of clasped-hands, usually displayed as one white, one silver on a field of green.

==Charter==

===STATEMENT OF PURPOSE===

The House of Sovyn is being established for the purpose of promoting the lawful goals of its membership as it may, from time to time, determine to be of mutual benefit. In addition, as when a sovyn clove is administered and restores lost limbs, so does House Sovyn tend to and restore health and life to those in need.

===STATEMENT OF GOVERNING===

House Sovyn shall be a democratic House with all members voting on key issues; the Chairman breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.

Officer terms shall be for a period of one year at which point new elections shall be held. Elections shall be held on the summer solstice. If a current officer has been in office for less than 6 months, his position shall be retained until the following election. Should an office be vacated under circumstances other than an election, the office shall be filled by a vote within 2 weeks of the office being vacated. If only one person volunteers for the office by the end of the first week, the current officers reserve the right to invest the person into the vacant office without the need for a vote. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian are an exception to the one year term and will be filled as vacated instead of on a yearly basis.

If a House Sovyn officer has not participated in a House activity and/or has been absent from the lands for a period of one month, it is the other officers' obligation to contact that person and give them two weeks to respond. If the officer in question does not respond within the two week period and has no basis for their disappearance, then they shall be expelled from office. If the officer in question does respond within the two week period, an explanation for their inactivity will be mandatory and their status as an officer may be placed into question, situation depending.

In the event a main office is vacated between summer solstice elections, the co-officer will step up to the vacant main position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the co-position. In the event a co-position is vacated between election times, a vote will be held to fill this position. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian shall not have a term and in the event either of these offices are vacated, the office vacated will be posted to the general membership for application. Applications will be accepted for one week after the office is vacated and the current officers will vote and approve a candidate within the week following.

In the event of a summer solstice election, the offices up for voting shall be divided into three categories: Chairman, Treasury and Secretarial. Any and all interested parties shall run for a category, not an individual position. Voters shall designate who they believe, out of the options presented for each category, should fill the main position and who should fill the co-position. When tallying votes, 2 points shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for the main position, and 1 point shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for co-position. The points will be added up, and the person running for office with the most tallied points wins the main position, and the person with the second most tallied points wins the co-position. One week will be designated for accepting applications and speeches for positions, and a second week will be designated for accepting and tallying votes.

===REQUIREMENTS FOR JOINING===

Proposed members for House Sovyn must meet the following requirements:

1) They shall be an Empath of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and transfer all wounds, a Cleric of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows, or they shall be a Paladin of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows.

2) Non Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins will not be admitted for membership unless they marry or are married to a current or future member. Spouses of future members may be admitted as soon as the Empath, Cleric, or Paladin is admitted into the House. They shall have a status of associate member, having all rights that members have excepting the ability to hold office. If an associate member's marriage is dissolved, or their spouse leaves the House, they shall have the option to remain as an associate member if they so desire.

===MEMBERSHIP FEES===

There shall be an initiation fee in the sum of 25,000 silver pieces with no monthly dues; half these amounts if an associate member.

===MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES===

All members shall have access to all areas of the House excepting the quarters reserved for officers and the lounges specific to either Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins. Members may elect to have the coat of arms of House Sovyn engraved upon their shield and they shall also be eligible for loans assuming they meet the requirements and are in good standing. In addition, the House shall provide storage facilities for all its members.

===BYLAWS===

All members shall adhere to the following guidelines: A reasonable effort will be made to assist any seriously injured or deceased person to prevent a deterioration in their current condition and prepare them for a return to a healthful living condition. Seriously injured means bleeding wounds that will lead to death if not addressed. Deterioration in their current condition means death for the seriously injured and decomposition for the deceased. Obviously, if the person is under the care of another empath/cleric/paladin, no assistance is required. Members are not required to stay at gathering places such as the main gate or our healing area even if there are seriously wounded or deceased persons present if there are other empaths/clerics/paladins there to provide assistance. It is not expected that a member shall run throughout the lands looking for those in need of help (though they may choose to).

For the seriously injured, assistance is not required to those who are not cooperating with the provider of that assistance. Non-cooperation would include the injured running away, physically assaulting or abusing the House member while they attempt to provide assistance. Abuse shall consist of, but is not limited to, acts such as punching, kicking, slapping, etc. Assistance is also not required if the injured or deceased asks not to be assisted by the House member.

It would be unreasonable for an empath/cleric/paladin to take actions that are likely to result in the empath/cleric/paladin's death to provide such assistance. An empath is not expected to heal when their current health is so poor that it's life threatening, a cleric is not expected to restore life when their current life spirit is insufficient, and a paladin is not expected to assist if their health is poor, or their current life spirit is insufficient. It would also be considered unreasonable to tend a wounded person in the field in an area where the creatures present would kill the empath/cleric/paladin if they put their weapon and shield away to bandage the person.

A reasonable effort is defined as the actions needed to prevent immediate deterioration and, if not fully healed of serious injuries or restored to life, create a situation that the empath/cleric/paladin believes will result in them getting the required level of care before their condition deteriorates. Reasonable efforts would include tending a seriously injured person in the field so that they have sufficient time to return to town for full treatment or life keeping a deceased person in the field and leaving the deceased in the care of a friend who will drag the deceased to town for full treatment.

Enforcement is the responsibility of the House officers, who would only act in the face of overwhelming evidence indicating a gross violation of the spirit of the charter.

==Active Clerics==
Below is a list of active clerics within House Sovyn for intercession needs.

{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
|-style="background:#d3d3d3; border:#555555;font-size: larger"
!width=75;|Cleric
!width=75; |Arkati
|-
|Eruheran
|Koar
|-
|Amminar
|Imaera
|-
|Paerdita
|Laethe
|-
|Leyann
|Leya
|-
|Windros
|Koar
|-
|Cirik
|Imaera
|-
|Jennora
|Oleani
|-
|Delyorik
|
|-
|Karamilla
|Imaera
|}

==Map==
[[File:Housesovyn.png]]

==Current Event Schedule==
Please see the link below for current event schedule details.

[[House_Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule|House Sovyn Event Schedule]]

==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Sovyn/view Officials folder]
*[http://www.housesovyn.com/home House Sovyn's Official Website]
*[https://discord.gg/K9e4Sfu House Sovyn's Official Member Discord Server]

[[Category: CHE]]

ICICLE/ICICLE Events

2026-06-14T23:58:40Z

TWILSON: Created page with "{| {{prettytable}} {| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}} |- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;" ! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description |- ! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13 |- style="text-align:center" ! '''9pm''' | Frosty Feastday Siegery Tournament | Rival's Ring at ICICLE in Icemule Trace, west of Voln in IMT, down the pathway (Lich 34393 / u18019008) | style="text-align:l..."

{| {{prettytable}}
{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;"
! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm'''
| Frosty Feastday Siegery Tournament
| Rival's Ring at ICICLE in Icemule Trace, west of Voln in IMT, down the pathway
(Lich 34393 / u18019008)
| style="text-align:left"| Come battle your way to glory and fame, and play in a siegery tournament for ICICLE's Frosty Feastday.
|-
|}

==Siegery Tournament Information==

For this particular tournament, there will be no signups and no planned training sessions.

In this tournament, you will be using your own siegery miniatures to fight. Some of these have been trained for YEARS, so if you are new to siegery, you have about a month to train your miniatures.

At the end of the tournament when two fighters remain, the fighters will be using their own castle, three siege engine, and two additional fighters.

Keep in mind, if you are new to siegery, you should have a complete set of siegery pieces, in the event you make it to the finals. A complete set consists of 1 castle, 3 siege engines, and three fighters.

A winner will be determined once the inner keep of his or her opponent's castle has been breached.

While I am not planning training sessions for this tournament, if you are trying to train new miniatures and are having trouble finding a training partner, feel free to contact me.

If you have questions, feel free to reach out Dirvy in game or on Discord (mzfittoy), and I will be happy to help.

'''* The first place winner will receive 3,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The second place winner will receive 2,000,000 in silvers.'''
*
'''* The third place winner will receive 1,000,000 in silvers.'''

==Siegery Information==

What in the world is siegery?

Siegery is essentially fighting with toys. Siegery miniatures come in a variety of types: sorcerers, wizards, warriors, rangers, cavalry. Recently, siegery mounts were introduced, enabling you to make any miniature a cavalry-type miniature.

Before attempting to train or fight with a siegery miniature, you need to figure out what your miniature is called. Once on the ground with other miniatures, it will get confusing.

Once you figure out what your miniature is called, RAISE it, so that it will recognize you as its master.

After you have established ownership of your miniature, place it on the ground and once your opponent is ready, you will PUSH your specific miniature to begin fighting. You will do this continuously, until one miniature is defeated.

After the battle has ended, you can FIX your miniature to repair it.

Once you begin practicing with your miniatures, you will see they are pretty bad at fighting.

This is where training comes in.

How in the world do you train your fighter? By fighting other fighters! This can be done anywhere, but there are a couple of places designed for fighting.

[[Subterranean_Seigecraft|Subterranean Siegecraft]]

* Lich: 19928 / u336401
*
* Located in Zul Logoth
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Subterranean Battle Arena - 31076] (u13014076)

[[Begetting_Besiegers|Begetting Besiegers]]

* Lich: 31075 / u13014075
*
* Located in Wehnimer's Landing
*
* Sells siegery pieces
*
* Has an arena to train in. [Begetting Besiegers, Sky Arena - 19988] (u336403)

'''ICICLE, Rival's Ring'''

* Lich: 34393/ u18019008
*
* Located in Icemule Trace
*
* Please feel free to also use ICICLE's Rival's Ring, where the tournament will be held, to practice.

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-06-14T23:38:40Z

TWILSON:

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow
|desc=A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a towering motionless shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.
|exits = north
|rnum=2428}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Ayaeron Aralock Ardenai
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Vacant

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==ICICLE's Abridged History==
Towards the end of 5117, unbeknownst to everyone at the time, then Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, had come across a strange arcane tome locked away in Clovertooth Hall. She studied this tome until it led to her mysterious sickness. Deputy Mayor Hibbits Hoft then took over the day-to-day management of Icemule.

Efforts were made to diagnose and heal Mayor Nihala's illness, but to no avail. A citizen's attempt to read the tome was unsuccessful. Mayor Hibbits began acting suspiciously, and cries on the wind called for Hibbits, while figures moved in the shadows. Icemule was being invaded by all manner of creatures, nearly decimating our small, but fierce, group of protectors.

At the same time, an unknown group claiming to be the Far Market, arrived in Icemule. Word reached the townspeople that the Mayor had fallen, and rescuers were immediately dispatched to her cottage. As recovery efforts were made to revive Mayor Nihala, members of the Far Market stepped from the shadows. The leader of the Far Market explained there was a bounty and they were to retrieve the tome for their mysterious client. The leader gave Icemule days to decide if they were going to cooperate.

Because Icemule was struggling with their efforts to keep invasive creatures at bay, Deputy Mayor Hibbits formed a group of random citizens and non-citizens to help organize rescue efforts, as well as rebuild some of the damaged buildings around Icemule. He proclaimed it would be called ICICLE, which originally stood for the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.

The original founding members were Laralana, Arnylon, Arshwikk, Brokkrsten, Selaesia, Joness, Jalodg, Woulfgar, Brewyte and Dirvy. Later when Woulfgar and Brewyte stepped down, Enestrie and Zailon joined their ranks.

During their first official meeting, the group voted for Dirvy as the Chairperson, and plans were discussed for training and organizational needs. In the first year of ICICLE's formation, they were able to clear some land for a citizen's tent, renovated Flashfeet's Fine Fashions store and stocked it with some newer inventory, cleared a space for snowman building, and expanded Clovertooth Hall, prior to its fire and renovation.

Further projects were planned, including the citizen's lounge in Clovertooth Hall, a museum, a greenhouse that would be on the trail from Wehnimer's Landing to Icemule, a renovation of Wurt's Amulets, the implementation of an alarm and defense system for Icemule, and an embassy. But after Mayor Nihala's death, a new mayor took her place and renovation efforts were stopped shortly after.

Unable to fulfill their original purpose, ICICLE gravitated towards a new function, vowing to make Icemule the gaming and entertainment capital of Elanthia, that the founding Paradis halflings once hoped it would become. Because of this, ICICLE changed their name to the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment. In this current function, they are able to offer the citizens and visitors of Icemule almost every type of gambling imaginable.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Icemule Trace, South Road
|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
|exits = north, east, south, west
|rnum=2410}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Reception
|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Meeting Area
|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Donations
|desc=In this comparatively smaller room of the tent, several large containers with neatly printed labels line one tent wall. A modwir bin labeled "Warm Stuffses" with partitions for numerous articles of clothing sits beside a scuffed balenite footlocker labeled "Fighting Stuffses" large enough to hold several weapons and pieces of armor. Winterberry-stained handprints cover the outside of an off-white wicker basket labeled "Belly Stuffses," likely a space reserved for tarts and other snacks. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the southwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's Fine Fashions
|desc=Warmed by a halfling-sized cast iron stove, this room features several mannequins in various outfits. A small sign hangs near the dressing room, which is flanked by elegant fur coats and leather jackets. Pristine white polar bear furs, silvery arctic wolverine pelts, and shimmering ivory snowcat skins adorn the walls. A freshly retouched mural of Icemule Trace hangs above a small wooden door leading deeper into the shop. You also see a party tent token booth.
|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Traveller's Togs
|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Original Outfits
|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

===Clovertooth Hall Expansion===

[[File:Clovertooth Hall 5119.png|thumbnail|left|Map of Clovertooth Hall's expansion by ICICLE around 5119, created by Dirvy, permission to use granted by Dirvy.]]

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Formal Dining Room
|desc=Subdued light provides the room with a warm glow as beeswax candles flicker in balenite sconces that line the honey oak walls. A large umcor tapestry occupies one wall, while the others are adorned with smaller arras of varying cultural origins. A long mahogany dining table lined with silk-cushioned high-back chairs dominates the room. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through a pair of white oak doors as they swing open for waitstaff delivering trays to a cherrywood sideboard. A neat rubbish canister is tucked away in one corner. You also see some opaque sliding glass doors and a gilded plaque.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at tapestry

This hemp-backed tapestry stretches across the top half of the eastern oak wall. Two male gnomes amidst a snowy landscape are painted on the contour-enhancing umcor with mineral and berry pigments. They stand atop a hill shaking hands while beginning to walk away from each other. The leftmost gnome wears a fine workshirt, holds a hammer, and steps towards an icy town. The other, an aptol draped from his shoulders, dons a long bow and steps towards a frosty forest. A blood red tiny thread links them. You also notice a tiny snow owl in one corner.
There appears to be something written on it.</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>read tapestry

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Untitled
</nowiki>}}</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>look on sideboard

On the cherrywood sideboard:
food (2): a warm winterberry jam tart topped with vanilla ice cream, a piece of flourless coffee muffin with raspberry glaze.
other (23): a glass of apple and berry infused brandy, a piece of braided egg bread glazed with garlic butter, a small round loaf of acorn bread glazed with fennel butter, a warm double chocolate brownie with wine-infused cherries, a mug of rum-infused dark coffee, a shot of swirled pumpkin liquor topped with whipped cream, a bowl of whale blubber ice cream, a piece of grumbleberry cheesecake with a cookie crust, a honeysuckle biscuit served with apple blossom jelly, some fried oatcakes with grumbleberry jelly, a tall glass of chocolate-laced porter, some watermelon pistachio pudding, a platter of spicy grilled shrimp, a bowl of chunky potato soup, a bowl of chilled berry soup, some onion and savory tomato stew, some flatbread seasoned with thyme and sumac, a cattail flour torte topped with blackberry syrup, a mug of wild nettle tea, a chive and sausage-stuffed turnover, a glass of blue agave wine infused with snake venom, a piece of unsalted bread sprinkled with olive oil and vinegar, a mug of warm white spiced whiskey.</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Formal Dining Room and Kitchen Designed by
Dirvy Britbane
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Kitchen
|desc=A pair of swinging white oak doors separates the kitchen and dining room, sealing off some of the noise from the bustling staff at work. A large fel cupboard occupies one corner, its doors ajar, revealing shelves stacked with fresh fruit and prepared desserts. The white marble counter is laden with cutting boards and a variety of knives and utensils. A red-faced halfling chef threatens his assistants with a rolling pin as they scurry about the kitchen preparing dishes for the guests in the dining room. You also see some extremely narrow spiral stairs leading down into the wine cellar.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at chef

The halfling chef has dull blond hair with white streaks contrasting his bright red face with a matching bulbous nose. He carries a thick, flour-dusted rolling pin which he is constantly thumping against his opposite palm. His white apron is pristine except for a jelly stain on the right side.</pre>
'''Ambients''':

<pre{{log2}}>A red-faced halfling chef tastes one of the desserts on its way to the dining room before knocking it to the floor. "Unacceptable!" he roars at a bleary-eyed young assistant.

A red-faced halfling chef pulls out a small metal flask and takes a long swig. "Gods help me through this day," he comments to himself.

The chef eyes you warily before hollering sternly, "Get out of my kitchen!"

A red-faced halfling chef bellows, "Whose idea was it to play 'hide the secret ingredient'?!" As he marches around the kitchen, the assistants scurry out of the way.

A red-faced halfling chef shouts at a pimply young assistant, "I should fire you just for being ugly!" The girl runs through the oak doors, nearly in tears.

A red-faced halfling chef bangs his rolling pin loudly against a counter. "Are you deaf?!" he shrieks to an assistant. "I... need... more... WINTERBERRY!"

The chef stomps around authoritatively, a terrible grimace frozen upon his face.

"Clearly you need a lesson in Clovertooth Hall hospitality," the chef remarks angrily before taking a swing with his rolling pin at his sous chef.

The chef takes a sip of stew and makes a horrible face. "This tastes like a dirty yeti ate some bad rolton! Make it again!"

A red-faced halfling chef's face gets even redder as he screams, "We've got hungry patrons out there!"</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Wine Cellar
|desc=Enclosed by stone walls, a cavernous room with arched ceilings opens at the foot of the spiral staircase. The cool, still air holds a faintly musty, earthen scent. Wooden wine barrels sit in stacks throughout the room. Built into the walls are latticed racks holding countless bottles of wine. Enormous, iron chandeliers cast a twinkling glow over the bottles, setting their rich, jewel tones alight. Despite a light coat of dust, each footfall upon the floor reverberates throughout the room.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Wine Cellar Designed by Laralana
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Second Floor Hall
|desc=Large grainy cedar double doors occupy the entire eastern wall of this room with a large silver plaque placed just above them. A glance through the propped open doors yields a view of a spacious, modern auditorium, and voices from all along the westerly corridor echoing throughout the torchlit hallway seem to become diminished here. Occasionally, someone passes through a small rounded door off to the side. You also see a detailed scrimshaw portrait on a tundra giant's tooth.
|exits = west
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Nihala's Auditorium and Backstage Area
Designed by Selaesia
Co-Commissioned by Mayor Tawariell Andrenae
Co-Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
5118
</nowiki>}}</pre>

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==ICICLE Events==
[[ICICLE/ICICLE Events|Current Event Schedule]]
==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

House Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule

2026-06-10T21:15:22Z

TWILSON: /* House Sovyn's 29th Anniversary */

=House Sovyn's 29th Anniversary=
Koaratos will mark the 29th year House Sovyn has been helping empaths, clerics, and paladins, as well as the Elanthian community. Come celebrate with us!

{| {{prettytable}}
{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;"
! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Dunk Tank
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, through the shimmering grass green portal
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn in some wet and wild fun by dunking your friends or maybe they will be dunking you!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Darkbox
| House Sovyn, Courtyard
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| TBD
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm'''
| Cursed Cloves
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, in an acantha green and ivory tent with a cluster of sovyn cloves above the entrance
(Lich #8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Do you love candy? Come eat candy with House Sovyn as they host Cursed Cloves in the acantha green and ivory tent at House Sovyn's Courtyard.
Disclaimer: Never take candy from strangers. House Sovyn is not responsible for loss of life or limb; eat at your own risk.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''10pm'''
| Raffle for an unattuned Empath B5
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, wandering
(Lich #8754)
| style="text-align:left"| Tickets will be sold throughout the day. Tickets will be priced at 1,000,000 silvers per ticket. One ticket per person. Find Dirvy to buy a ticket!
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Tuesday, July 14
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Dunk Tank
| House Sovyn's Courtyard, through the shimmering grass green portal
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn in some wet and wild fun by dunking your friends or maybe they will be dunking you!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Darkbox
| House Sovyn, Courtyard
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| TBD
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm-11pm'''
| HOUSE
| Ebonstone Manor, House Pub
(Lich #32535 /u201024)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn for a couple rounds of HOUSE, on July 14th at 9pm ET, located at Ebonstone Manor, 19584 North Ring Road in the Landing. Three rounds will be played. Daubers and cards are available for purchase. Cards are 100 silvers each, daubers are 1,000 silvers each.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''10pm'''
| Raffle for 200k Wizard essence
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, wandering
(Lich #8754)
| style="text-align:left"| Tickets will be sold throughout the day. Tickets will be priced at 500k per ticket. One ticket per person. Find Dirvy to buy a ticket!

House Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule

2026-06-08T21:11:57Z

TWILSON:

=House Sovyn's 29th Anniversary=
Koaratos will mark the 29th year House Sovyn has been helping empaths, clerics, and paladins, as well as the Elanthian community. Come celebrate with us!

{| {{prettytable}}
{| {{prettytable|background:##F6DDCC;height:15px;}}
|- style="background:black; vertical-align: top; font-size: larger; color:white;"
! Time !!Event !!Venue !!Description
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Monday, July 13
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Dunk Tank
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, through the shimmering grass green portal
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn in some wet and wild fun by dunking your friends or maybe they will be dunking you!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Darkbox
| House Sovyn, Courtyard
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| TBD
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm'''
| Cursed Cloves
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, in an acantha green and ivory tent with a cluster of sovyn cloves above the entrance
(Lich #8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Do you love candy? Come eat candy with House Sovyn as they host Cursed Cloves in the acantha green and ivory tent at House Sovyn's Courtyard.
Disclaimer: Never take candy from strangers. House Sovyn is not responsible for loss of life or limb; eat at your own risk.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''10pm'''
| Raffle for 200k of Empath vitality
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, wandering
(Lich #8754)
| style="text-align:left"| Tickets will be sold throughout the day. Tickets will be priced at 500k per ticket. One ticket per person. Find Dirvy to buy a ticket!
|-
! style="background:#2C7CBF; color:white;" colspan="5"|Tuesday, July 14
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Dunk Tank
| House Sovyn's Courtyard, through the shimmering grass green portal
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn in some wet and wild fun by dunking your friends or maybe they will be dunking you!
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''ALL DAY'''
| Darkbox
| House Sovyn, Courtyard
(Lich 8754 / u210001)
| style="text-align:left"| TBD
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''9pm-11pm'''
| HOUSE
| Ebonstone Manor, House Pub
(Lich #32535 /u201024)
| style="text-align:left"| Join House Sovyn for a couple rounds of HOUSE, on July 14th at 9pm ET, located at Ebonstone Manor, 19584 North Ring Road in the Landing. Three rounds will be played. Daubers and cards are available for purchase. Cards are 100 silvers each, daubers are 1,000 silvers each.
|-
|- style="text-align:center"
! '''10pm'''
| Raffle for 200k Wizard essence
| House Sovyn, Courtyard, wandering
(Lich #8754)
| style="text-align:left"| Tickets will be sold throughout the day. Tickets will be priced at 500k per ticket. One ticket per person. Find Dirvy to buy a ticket!

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-08T18:35:32Z

TWILSON: /* Zailon Britbane Faendryl */

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|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
|}

In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Rashwe, created using Gencraft by Dirvy.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
[[File:Punkin.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Punkin, using Gencraft, created by Dirvy]]
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-08T18:32:38Z

TWILSON: /* Nolofinwe Aracano */

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|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

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| Tales of First Loves
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|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Rashwe, created using Gencraft by Dirvy.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
[[File:Punkin.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Punkin, using Gencraft, created by Dirvy]]
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

House Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule

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House Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule

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House Sovyn

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[[File:House sovyn.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

House Sovyn is located in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], south of the Temple and down the crystal walkway. It provides a home for [[empaths]], [[clerics]], and [[paladins]] interested in working together to help and heal others. Amenities for members include mud baths, hot springs, darts, lockers, and shrines to the various Arkati, as well as chrism-quality gems for clerics who need them. An enchanting workshop, open to the public, is located down the path from the House courtyard. There is also a fishing pond located down the footpath from the courtyard and a [https://gswiki.play.net/Imaera#House_Sovyn.2C_Herb_Garden garden shrine] dedicated to Imaera and Kuon down the walkway from the pond, both open to the public.

Those interested in joining should contact an officer, either in game or via sovyn-officers@yahoogroups.com, to set up an interview. Alternatively, a join request form can be filled out on the House Sovyn website found here: [http://www.housesovyn.com/house-info/how-to-join Join Request Form]. Assuming the interview is successful and the applicant remains interested in joining, officers will then schedule an induction at the applicant's earliest convenience.

House member meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Eastern on the first Monday of every month in the House library.

==Current Officers==

* '''Patriarch''' : Eruheran
* '''Executrix''' : [[Dirvy (prime)|Dirvy]]
* '''Gypsy Scribe''' : Balley
* '''Librarian''' : Amminar
* '''Lady Exchequer''' : Leyann
* '''Numismatist''' : Acerbe
* '''Keeper of Rings''' : Thailmore
* '''Historian''': [[Darcena (prime)|Darcena]]

==House Sovyn Motto and Symbol==

'''Motto''': "Head, Hands, and Heart"

'''Symbol''': A pair of clasped-hands, usually displayed as one white, one silver on a field of green.

==Charter==

===STATEMENT OF PURPOSE===

The House of Sovyn is being established for the purpose of promoting the lawful goals of its membership as it may, from time to time, determine to be of mutual benefit. In addition, as when a sovyn clove is administered and restores lost limbs, so does House Sovyn tend to and restore health and life to those in need.

===STATEMENT OF GOVERNING===

House Sovyn shall be a democratic House with all members voting on key issues; the Chairman breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.

Officer terms shall be for a period of one year at which point new elections shall be held. Elections shall be held on the summer solstice. If a current officer has been in office for less than 6 months, his position shall be retained until the following election. Should an office be vacated under circumstances other than an election, the office shall be filled by a vote within 2 weeks of the office being vacated. If only one person volunteers for the office by the end of the first week, the current officers reserve the right to invest the person into the vacant office without the need for a vote. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian are an exception to the one year term and will be filled as vacated instead of on a yearly basis.

If a House Sovyn officer has not participated in a House activity and/or has been absent from the lands for a period of one month, it is the other officers' obligation to contact that person and give them two weeks to respond. If the officer in question does not respond within the two week period and has no basis for their disappearance, then they shall be expelled from office. If the officer in question does respond within the two week period, an explanation for their inactivity will be mandatory and their status as an officer may be placed into question, situation depending.

In the event a main office is vacated between summer solstice elections, the co-officer will step up to the vacant main position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the co-position. In the event a co-position is vacated between election times, a vote will be held to fill this position. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian shall not have a term and in the event either of these offices are vacated, the office vacated will be posted to the general membership for application. Applications will be accepted for one week after the office is vacated and the current officers will vote and approve a candidate within the week following.

In the event of a summer solstice election, the offices up for voting shall be divided into three categories: Chairman, Treasury and Secretarial. Any and all interested parties shall run for a category, not an individual position. Voters shall designate who they believe, out of the options presented for each category, should fill the main position and who should fill the co-position. When tallying votes, 2 points shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for the main position, and 1 point shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for co-position. The points will be added up, and the person running for office with the most tallied points wins the main position, and the person with the second most tallied points wins the co-position. One week will be designated for accepting applications and speeches for positions, and a second week will be designated for accepting and tallying votes.

===REQUIREMENTS FOR JOINING===

Proposed members for House Sovyn must meet the following requirements:

1) They shall be an Empath of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and transfer all wounds, a Cleric of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows, or they shall be a Paladin of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows.

2) Non Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins will not be admitted for membership unless they marry or are married to a current or future member. Spouses of future members may be admitted as soon as the Empath, Cleric, or Paladin is admitted into the House. They shall have a status of associate member, having all rights that members have excepting the ability to hold office. If an associate member's marriage is dissolved, or their spouse leaves the House, they shall have the option to remain as an associate member if they so desire.

===MEMBERSHIP FEES===

There shall be an initiation fee in the sum of 25,000 silver pieces with no monthly dues; half these amounts if an associate member.

===MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES===

All members shall have access to all areas of the House excepting the quarters reserved for officers and the lounges specific to either Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins. Members may elect to have the coat of arms of House Sovyn engraved upon their shield and they shall also be eligible for loans assuming they meet the requirements and are in good standing. In addition, the House shall provide storage facilities for all its members.

===BYLAWS===

All members shall adhere to the following guidelines: A reasonable effort will be made to assist any seriously injured or deceased person to prevent a deterioration in their current condition and prepare them for a return to a healthful living condition. Seriously injured means bleeding wounds that will lead to death if not addressed. Deterioration in their current condition means death for the seriously injured and decomposition for the deceased. Obviously, if the person is under the care of another empath/cleric/paladin, no assistance is required. Members are not required to stay at gathering places such as the main gate or our healing area even if there are seriously wounded or deceased persons present if there are other empaths/clerics/paladins there to provide assistance. It is not expected that a member shall run throughout the lands looking for those in need of help (though they may choose to).

For the seriously injured, assistance is not required to those who are not cooperating with the provider of that assistance. Non-cooperation would include the injured running away, physically assaulting or abusing the House member while they attempt to provide assistance. Abuse shall consist of, but is not limited to, acts such as punching, kicking, slapping, etc. Assistance is also not required if the injured or deceased asks not to be assisted by the House member.

It would be unreasonable for an empath/cleric/paladin to take actions that are likely to result in the empath/cleric/paladin's death to provide such assistance. An empath is not expected to heal when their current health is so poor that it's life threatening, a cleric is not expected to restore life when their current life spirit is insufficient, and a paladin is not expected to assist if their health is poor, or their current life spirit is insufficient. It would also be considered unreasonable to tend a wounded person in the field in an area where the creatures present would kill the empath/cleric/paladin if they put their weapon and shield away to bandage the person.

A reasonable effort is defined as the actions needed to prevent immediate deterioration and, if not fully healed of serious injuries or restored to life, create a situation that the empath/cleric/paladin believes will result in them getting the required level of care before their condition deteriorates. Reasonable efforts would include tending a seriously injured person in the field so that they have sufficient time to return to town for full treatment or life keeping a deceased person in the field and leaving the deceased in the care of a friend who will drag the deceased to town for full treatment.

Enforcement is the responsibility of the House officers, who would only act in the face of overwhelming evidence indicating a gross violation of the spirit of the charter.

==Active Clerics==
Below is a list of active clerics within House Sovyn for intercession needs.

{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
|-style="background:#d3d3d3; border:#555555;font-size: larger"
!width=75;|Cleric
!width=75; |Arkati
|-
|Eruheran
|Koar
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|Amminar
|Imaera
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|Paerdita
|Laethe
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|Leyann
|Leya
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|Windros
|Koar
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|Cirik
|Imaera
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|Jennora
|Oleani
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|Delyorik
|
|}

==Map==
[[File:Housesovyn.png]]

==Current Event Schedule==
Please see the link below for current event schedule details.

[[House_Sovyn/House Sovyn Event Schedule|House Sovyn Event Schedule]]

==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Sovyn/view Officials folder]
*[http://www.housesovyn.com/home House Sovyn's Official Website]
*[https://discord.gg/K9e4Sfu House Sovyn's Official Member Discord Server]

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Dirvy (prime)

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TWILSON: /* Punkin */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Rashwe, created using Gencraft by Dirvy.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
[[File:Punkin.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Punkin, using Gencraft, created by Dirvy]]
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

<pre{{log2}}>
Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

'''Other Paintings'''
<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-07T19:45:52Z

TWILSON: /* Rashwe */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Rashwe, created using Gencraft by Dirvy.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
[[File:Punkin.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Punkin, using ChatGPT, created by Dirvy]]
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-07T19:45:22Z

TWILSON: /* Punkin */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
|}

In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Dirvy Britbane by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portrait was granted by Barble.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
[[File:Punkin.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Punkin, using ChatGPT, created by Dirvy]]
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-07T19:44:11Z

TWILSON: /* Rashwe */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

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| Tales of First Loves
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|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
[[File:Rashwe_in_mining_cart.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Dirvy Britbane by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portrait was granted by Barble.]]
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

<pre{{log2}}>
Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

'''Other Paintings'''
<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

File:Rashwe in mining cart.png

2026-06-07T19:43:52Z

TWILSON: A portrait of Rashwe, Dirvy's chipmunk, created using GenCraft by Dirvy.

== Summary ==
A portrait of Rashwe, Dirvy's chipmunk, created using GenCraft by Dirvy.

File:Punkin.png

2026-06-07T19:43:02Z

TWILSON: A portrait of Dirvy's kitten, Punkin, using Gencraft, created by Dirvy.

== Summary ==
A portrait of Dirvy's kitten, Punkin, using Gencraft, created by Dirvy.

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:37:17Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Barble */

This page contains portraits of Dirvy, created by other players using AI. All portraits have been used with permission by the various artists.

=Portraits by Barble=
All portraits were created by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Barble.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_1.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karamilla=

All portraits were created by Karamilla, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karamilla.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_3.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karystal=

All portraits were created by Karystal, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karystal.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_3.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_4.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Xanthirra=
All portraits were created by Xanthirra, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Xanthirra.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_4.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_5.png|200px]]

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:36:05Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Xanthirra */

This page contains portraits of Dirvy, created by other players using AI. All portraits have been used with permission by the various artists.

=Portraits by Barble=
All portraits were created by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Barble.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_2.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karamilla=

All portraits were created by Karamilla, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karamilla.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_3.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karystal=

All portraits were created by Karystal, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karystal.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_3.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_4.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Xanthirra=
All portraits were created by Xanthirra, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Xanthirra.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_4.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_5.png|200px]]

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:35:01Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Xanthirra */

This page contains portraits of Dirvy, created by other players using AI. All portraits have been used with permission by the various artists.

=Portraits by Barble=
All portraits were created by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Barble.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_2.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karamilla=

All portraits were created by Karamilla, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karamilla.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_3.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karystal=

All portraits were created by Karystal, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karystal.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_3.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_4.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Xanthirra=
All portraits were created by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Barble.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_4.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Xanthirra_5.png|200px]]

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:32:43Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Karystal */

This page contains portraits of Dirvy, created by other players using AI. All portraits have been used with permission by the various artists.

=Portraits by Barble=
All portraits were created by Barble, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Barble.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Barble_2.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karamilla=

All portraits were created by Karamilla, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karamilla.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karamilla_3.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Karystal=

All portraits were created by Karystal, using ChatGPT. Permission to use portraits was granted by Karystal.

[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_1.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_2.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_3.png|200px]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Karystal_4.png|200px]]

=Portraits by Xanthirra=

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:31:00Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Karamilla */

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:29:25Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Barble */

Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

2026-06-07T19:26:48Z

TWILSON: /* Portraits by Barble */

Dirvy (prime)

2026-06-07T19:21:31Z

TWILSON: /* See Also */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger. Though the ranger had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared the ranger would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that the ranger had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

On Ivastaen 9, 5126, Zailon was officially declared dead, and their marriage was annulled.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

===[[Drakes_Vanguard|Drakes Vanguard]]===

After 10 years of kidnappings, Chamorr finally invited Dirvy to join the Drakes Vanguard in Charlatos (or Olaesta) 5126.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[Dirvy_(prime)/Portraits_of_Dirvy|Portraits of Dirvy]]===
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Portraits of Dirvy

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Dirvy (prime)/Portraits of Dirvy

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This page contains portraits of Dirvy, created by other players using AI. All portraits have been used with permission by the various artists.

=Portraits by Barble=
=Portraits by Karamilla=
=Portraits by Karystal=
=Portraits by Xanthirra=

File:Dirvy by Xanthirra 5.png

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