Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160727055038/@comment-27950421-20160728011133

I disappear and so do Jeiel and Ozma.

An alter for the marriage appears with all of us on it. Jeiel dressed in the traditional clothes of an Ozian groom and Ozma dressed in the traditional Ozian wedding dress. I however in dressed in pitch black armor, adorned with fangs and claws of mighty beasts jagged spikes running along the shoulders and a blood red, tattered cape billowing behind me. My head is adorned with with a crown made of solid gold, embedded in it are rubies that seem to glow with an internal light.

Nearly every one present bares witness to rare event. One that for most is the first time they had ever seen it, me being serious.

I gaze out over the crowed, " Friends. We are gathered here today to witness the union between these two, Jeiel Yozama, and Ozma Magdelene. If any of you have reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold you're peace. "

I give a glare that makes it clear that if anyone decided to speak at that point I would've eaten the interloper alive.

After a moment of silence I look down to Jeiel, " Do you Jeiel wish to take Ozma as your wife? To unite as one with her? To share your joys and your triumphs? To face her pain and her hardships? To stand together so that world may never overtake you and keep burning the fires of your love even in the darkness of death? "