Garik sat anxiously in the front pew of the Temple of Mara. The Harbinger had attracted a fairly big crowd for what was to be the happiest day of his life. He looked around at the guests who had all taken time out of their days to come.
Vilkas and Aela were sat next to Garik himself with two spaces left for Kodlak and Skjor. Behind them sat most of the companions. The other guests included friends he had made through various guild affiliations and travels. There was Sapphire, Lydia, Rune, Thongvor Silver-Blood, Ralof, Greta, Hermir, Elgrim, Ingun, Mjoll, Aerin, Shadr, Keevara and Talen-Jei, Marcurio and even Maven Black-Briar herself was there, not only that but she and Mjoll had been overly civil towards each other too.
“He’s not coming.” Garik said, panic evident in his voice. He put his head in his hands and stared at the floor.
“I hardly doubt even my brother could forget his wedding day.” Vilkas said, “Give him time, Harbinger.”
“Farkas may lack some brains but I’m sure even he’ll be suspicious when all of Jorrvaskr is empty save for Tilma.” Aela said.
Garik nervously twisted his hands. It was only three hours after dawn; there was still time… until Dusk.
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Time passed impossibly slowly as they waited and waited for Farkas to arrive. Garik became more and more worried and soon the sun had set completely.
The priest began to pack up the temple with a sad look on his face. The guests muttered their apologies as they filtered out of the temple. Garik felt his face get hotter with each person’s sympathies and the whispers as they left the temple.
It was Farkas who wore the damn amulet yet he didn’t even show up… Garik was confused.
“I’m going home, to see if Farkas is there.” Garik announced to the other companions. They nodded and took the hint that it actually meant. “My home is open to all of you.”
Aela nodded and they all made their way towards Honeyside as Garik jogged to the cart outside the stables. He hated catching the carriage, it was for the lethargic, no warrior should catch one. Yet he wanted to be in Whiterun as soon as possible and sleep at the same time. So hence the carriage was the best way.
Garik stretched as the carriage stopped and walked far more quickly than he normally would. In the carriage he had come to two conclusions, either Farkas had changed his mind or he had been injured. Either way Garik needed to know the answer.
He pushed open the doors to Jorrvaskr and immediately made his way to the stairs. The mead hall had been used recently as there was the smell of fresh stew and mead that filled the hall.
The stench of mead only got stronger as Garik reached the living quarters and stiffened. The smell of mead was overwhelming but also another smell; the smell of sex and the sounds of pleasure that normally accompanies it.
“Probably just Ria and some whore she paid.” Garik told himself firmly, she had been known to do that from time to time.
The sounds however didn’t seem to be coming from the whelp room but rather from… the Harbinger’s room.
Re: M!DB/Farkas. Abandoned at the altar.
Vilkas and Aela were sat next to Garik himself with two spaces left for Kodlak and Skjor. Behind them sat most of the companions. The other guests included friends he had made through various guild affiliations and travels. There was Sapphire, Lydia, Rune, Thongvor Silver-Blood, Ralof, Greta, Hermir, Elgrim, Ingun, Mjoll, Aerin, Shadr, Keevara and Talen-Jei, Marcurio and even Maven Black-Briar herself was there, not only that but she and Mjoll had been overly civil towards each other too.
“He’s not coming.” Garik said, panic evident in his voice. He put his head in his hands and stared at the floor.
“I hardly doubt even my brother could forget his wedding day.” Vilkas said, “Give him time, Harbinger.”
“Farkas may lack some brains but I’m sure even he’ll be suspicious when all of Jorrvaskr is empty save for Tilma.” Aela said.
Garik nervously twisted his hands. It was only three hours after dawn; there was still time… until Dusk.
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Time passed impossibly slowly as they waited and waited for Farkas to arrive. Garik became more and more worried and soon the sun had set completely.
The priest began to pack up the temple with a sad look on his face. The guests muttered their apologies as they filtered out of the temple. Garik felt his face get hotter with each person’s sympathies and the whispers as they left the temple.
It was Farkas who wore the damn amulet yet he didn’t even show up… Garik was confused.
“I’m going home, to see if Farkas is there.” Garik announced to the other companions. They nodded and took the hint that it actually meant. “My home is open to all of you.”
Aela nodded and they all made their way towards Honeyside as Garik jogged to the cart outside the stables. He hated catching the carriage, it was for the lethargic, no warrior should catch one. Yet he wanted to be in Whiterun as soon as possible and sleep at the same time. So hence the carriage was the best way.
Garik stretched as the carriage stopped and walked far more quickly than he normally would. In the carriage he had come to two conclusions, either Farkas had changed his mind or he had been injured. Either way Garik needed to know the answer.
He pushed open the doors to Jorrvaskr and immediately made his way to the stairs. The mead hall had been used recently as there was the smell of fresh stew and mead that filled the hall.
The stench of mead only got stronger as Garik reached the living quarters and stiffened. The smell of mead was overwhelming but also another smell; the smell of sex and the sounds of pleasure that normally accompanies it.
“Probably just Ria and some whore she paid.” Garik told himself firmly, she had been known to do that from time to time.
The sounds however didn’t seem to be coming from the whelp room but rather from… the Harbinger’s room.