I'm going to go ahead and encourage anyone thinking of filling this great prompt to do so, because I can imagine a million hilarious scenarios with this group. My take was the one I've got the most experience with: small get-together gone off the rails.
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Ahem.
So it started because Torvar showed up one day with a staff shaped like a giant rose and a wedding ring he didn’t have any use for. That’s the story we are choosing to tell, in any case: it was all his fault. All of it. He’s proud of it so it’s alright.
The man had been missing for nearly a month, and right when Aela was packing up to go search for him again, because Shield-Brothers are Shield-Brothers no matter how many poor life choices they make, am I right, friends? Well, he kicked in the front door and greeted everyone with open arms. Or tried to, and ended up hurting his foot on those blasted doors that are far heavier than they look.
Now, the Harbinger of the Companions has some responsibilities, despite what some may believe, and in this case, it was obvious something had to be done about such profound lack of discipline, such disrespect for the honorable ways of the Companions, and about showing up after a month without any signs of life, carrying something that was clearly a Daedric artifact.
At least that’s what I thought, but Vilkas just sighed and shook his head and let Njada do the disciplinary punching. “Delegating is an essential part of my job,” he said.
“And last time the Vigil of Stendarr had to get involved, and those are a worse pain than anything our Shield-Siblings can concoct,” he also said.
What they planned, as it turned out, was to give us that one or eleven decisive pushes we needed to quit humming and hawing and finally get on with becoming the married couple we already clearly were. Or so they say. A staged emergency that ended in a real concussion we’re not going to discuss and an episode of my dear brother in law cornering Vilkas and being scarier than even a former werewolf has the right to be, and we were on our happy way to sanctify our union at Riften’s temple of Mara, and everyone rejoiced.
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The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (0/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:30 am (UTC)I'm going to go ahead and encourage anyone thinking of filling this great prompt to do so, because I can imagine a million hilarious scenarios with this group. My take was the one I've got the most experience with: small get-together gone off the rails.
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Ahem.
So it started because Torvar showed up one day with a staff shaped like a giant rose and a wedding ring he didn’t have any use for. That’s the story we are choosing to tell, in any case: it was all his fault. All of it. He’s proud of it so it’s alright.
The man had been missing for nearly a month, and right when Aela was packing up to go search for him again, because Shield-Brothers are Shield-Brothers no matter how many poor life choices they make, am I right, friends? Well, he kicked in the front door and greeted everyone with open arms. Or tried to, and ended up hurting his foot on those blasted doors that are far heavier than they look.
Now, the Harbinger of the Companions has some responsibilities, despite what some may believe, and in this case, it was obvious something had to be done about such profound lack of discipline, such disrespect for the honorable ways of the Companions, and about showing up after a month without any signs of life, carrying something that was clearly a Daedric artifact.
At least that’s what I thought, but Vilkas just sighed and shook his head and let Njada do the disciplinary punching. “Delegating is an essential part of my job,” he said.
“And last time the Vigil of Stendarr had to get involved, and those are a worse pain than anything our Shield-Siblings can concoct,” he also said.
What they planned, as it turned out, was to give us that one or eleven decisive pushes we needed to quit humming and hawing and finally get on with becoming the married couple we already clearly were. Or so they say. A staged emergency that ended in a real concussion we’re not going to discuss and an episode of my dear brother in law cornering Vilkas and being scarier than even a former werewolf has the right to be, and we were on our happy way to sanctify our union at Riften’s temple of Mara, and everyone rejoiced.
But first, a toast.