The following is a collection of notes and excerptexcerpts from the canceled Albus Nuptialum RP. While there is no solid time-line of events at the creation of this project all entries will be placed in order as time goes on.
These are their stories
"Titles"
The Lord of Harkon, Knight Warden, Shadow of vengeance, Ward of Whitemarch, High crusader, The Iron blooded, Breaker of dragons, Bane of Ushi, Mantisblight, Grand Praetorian of the Tallasarian, Champion of Lescaite swear upon this day to renounce my adventuring ways and swear my love and fealty to you... and only you.... Till death do us part.
"Second Thoughts"
White flowers.
Bustling hallways.
A young maiden is readied for her special day.
An ever tightening knot was placed around the neck as the collar was fastened into place. Jorge stood motionless as a team of groomers worked around him and readied the man for the ceremony to come. It was their job to dress and ensure that the champion of the Order was presentable and that all his accolades were in order. He took a deep breath and held it as the attendants placed a gilded curiass upon his breast and fastend it in place. Jorge was not fond of dressing up but was in no position to negotiate as he knew better than to appear disheveled to the masses. If he were to gain the trust of the populace and the noble houses he had to appear stately. Aigis paitently waited in the corner of the room carefully watching the placement of every article and medal upon her master's frame should the need arise to mend his outfit.
Tailor 2: "You're quite the lucky man. Many a noble has attempted to court the princess only to be sent away without even an audience."
Jorge: ...
Tailor 2: "Ahem... Yes and those that did manage to gain an audience were either sent away by the queen or the crown prince..."
Jorge: ...
Tailor 2: "I- I'm just a little surprised that you were given her hand seeing your history and-"
Jorge looked down at the tailor, keeping completely still, his expression a mixture disintrest and mild contept.
Tailor 1: "Pay the boy no attention my lord! He knows not when to keep his mouth shut nor when-"
Jorge: "Let him speak his mind. I will ignore what is said in the privacy of this room. Now tell me. What about this wedding surprises you?"
The tailor's apprentice averted his gaze and held his hands firmly to his sides not wishing to draw the noble's ire.
Jorge: "Well then? Speak! This is not a request young one so do not make me repeat myself."
The tailor's apprentice cringed in fear when Jorge raised his voice finally replying in fear of the consequences of defying him.
Tailor 2: "W-well you were disgraced and banished from the Lodge of hero's and the prince has a personal grudge against you! How you managed to be betrothed to the princess and regain your title is just impossible! Hh-h-ow or what barigain you've struck to-"
Jorge: "Enough... Even I don't know the answer to your concerns friend. All I can say is that it's happened despite all forseen obstacles. Now are we done here? There are still a few things I must do before the ceremony."
The head tailor bowed and drug his apprentice down with him. "Yes M'lord. We have dressed you up to the queen's specifications. We shall be taking our leave now unless there is something you require us for?"
Jorge gave the tailor a curt nod and gestured the two to the door as he made his way to the balcony. "And so it comes to and end... the adventures. The excitement... there are still so many places I have yet to see. But I guess this is for the best... All things must come to an end and even the most wild of stallions must find a place to rest."
Aigis: "Master, They are expecting us at the chapel soon."
The automaton, previously unseen, walked out from her corner and looked over her master's garb and perfromed minor adjustments to ensure he appeared presentable.
Jorge: "How much time do we have until the ceremony?"
Aigis: "Two hours, my lord."
Jorge: "My lord.." He mulled the title over and over as if somehow the repetition would cement it within him and make it true. Minutes had passed in silence before Jorge finally acknowledging Aigis' response. "We leave in an hour. I would rather not wait longer than I have to."
Aigis bowed her head and stepped back as her master made his way to the balcony to look over the gathering crowds.
Jorge: "Aigis."
Aigis; "Yes my lord?"
Jorge: "Fetch me a drink."