Devalea, the officiant

Devalea, the officiant Affiliation(s) Devotee of V'Tull

Devalea is a Wedding Officiant that performs wedding ceremonies for those that purchase a wedding package from the Simucoin Store during Rings of Lumnis, Duskruin, Rumor Woods, or Ebon Gate.

Description

You see Devalea the High Priestess of V'Tull.
She appears to be a Human.
She appears to be full grown and of average height.  She has sunken deep brown eyes and dusky skin.  She has closely cropped black hair that clings to her skull in tight curls.  She has a gaunt face and harsh frown lines.  A faint crimson sheen glimmers in the depths of her eyes.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a narrow silken stole the color of fresh blood, a gold-chained circular eahnor pendant, a suit of tightly fitted black leather brigandine scaled in crimson eahnor, a supple black suede belt, a pair of steel-tipped crimson leather scabbards, and a pair of thick black leather boots laced to the knees.

Ceremony

Devalea marches to the front, stopping to face you and BRIDE.  With practiced ease, she drops her hands to the twin scabbards hanging from her belt and draws two scimitars in a flash of gleaming steel.  She raises both high over her head and holds them there, crossed at the tang, as she waits for the assembled to quiet themselves.

"We are here today to witness the vows of two warriors in body and soul, GROOM and BRIDE," she rasps, her voice deep and harsh.  Devalea pauses only for a moment while gazing over the crowd, then turns her attention back towards you and BRIDE.

Lowering the tips of the blades to rest on your shoulders, the crossed tangs dangerously close to your throat, Devalea queries, "Do you agree to do whatever it takes to protect this union?  To go to war, if necessary, to defend BRIDE?"

Moving the scimitar's tips to rest on BRIDE's shoulders, the crossed tangs dangerously close to her throat, Devalea queries, "Do you agree to do whatever it takes to protect this union?  To go to war, if necessary, to defend GROOM?"

Success

Devalea raises the twin scimitars above her head and takes a step backward.  Then, with a single arcing motion, she lowers her two scimitars until they are level with each of your hearts.  "Though battlelust takes them, they will not forsake each other.  Though peace comes to sap their strength, their blood will still burn for the other's touch."

"When their wills clash, they leap gloriously into the fray.  But let another raise a hand against them, and they will stand as one.  Extend your hands," Devalea tells you and BRIDE.

Devalea's blades rise and fall, scoring each of your palms deeply enough to let rivulets of red drip to the floor.  "Clasp hands together, and let your life blood mingle.  Hereafter, may it rage as one."

Her face stern, Devalea lifts her gaze, her eyes momentarily turning night black as she looks beyond you and BRIDE.  "In the name of V'tull, I consecrate this couple married.  Let any who dispute it be prepared to face both their blades."

As a final declaration of the ceremony, Devalea re-sheathes her blades, slamming them into their scabbards with a sharp clang of steel against steel before marching out.

Rejection

Her face stern, Devalea lifts her gaze, her eyes momentarily turning night black as she looks beyond you and BRIDE.  "So be it.  Better to be sure than to face His vengeance."  The cleric re-sheathes her blades, slamming them into their scabbards with a sharp clang of steel against steel before marching out.