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The eight Divines smile on us all this day 

''Your presence is formally requested at the marriage of Tralen and Sotteri, it is to be held at White Paw Manor on the day of Morndas, 4E 210. ''

''Formal attire requested. ''

''May this be a night for all to remember. ''

Signed, Tralen and Sotteri 



“Such a simple invitation for such a grand event.” A Khajiit in dark blue robes mutters to himself, “But that’s how Nords are I suppose, Redguards as well.” The Khajiit returns to his drink, a glass of Cyrodiilic Brandy, and listens to the guests dance and be merry.

The wedding is to take place at White Paw Manor, a grand estate with four floors and a basement. The first floor contains a ball room, a large bar, a kitchen, a grand dinning room and a common area with a grand fountain. The second floor holds a large plethora of bedrooms and servants quarters, also a large storage closet, on the third floor contains a massive library and rooms for the more well off guests to stay in, the fourth and final floor hosts two giant master bedrooms, with windows giving a full view of the countryside around the manor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Today is a very important day in the war between the Aldmeri Dominion and the last few hold outs against them. A wedding is about to happen between a prominent Redguard Nobel and the daughter of a famous Stormcloak general. This wedding could mean the difference between peace and all out war for the next decade. Several guards including a small band of mercenaries with a captain patrol the halls looking for trouble makers, sitting at the bar is a Khajiit in dark blue robes sipping a brandy, Milah, one of the three maids, bustles back and forth cleaning and making sure the needs of the guests are met. General Raddin sings and dances loudly with the rest of the guests; happy at whom his daughter has found to marry.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">An Orc with wooden teeth approaches the bar and asks for a glass of water, no one is certain where he got his invitation from but no one wants to try and approach him about it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Tralen mingles with some of the guests in the ball room, enjoying his last night as a single man.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Meanwhile, Sotteri is upstairs in one of the master bedrooms, applying makeup and making sure her dress looks as beautiful as possible with the help of her most trusted servant Sharli. “You look beautiful.” She assures her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“I don’t know… I want him to be happy, are you certain everything is perfect?” Sotteri asks nervously.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Sharli smiles, “You worry too much dear, now let’s get your hair done up eh?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">On the second floor, an Altmer wearing shiny polished Elven armor wanders around seemingly aimlessly checking rooms at random, he has a dark blue, almost black hood up, concealing the majority of his features. Down in the bar area a young Breton female enters the manor, showing the door man her invitation, despite her age she looks battle worn, as though she has seen much conflict in her life. She is wearing Elven armor that is polished though still nicked from combat.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Flirting with one the maids, a man claiming to be an Imperial dignitary leans on the fountain in the common area, he has a strange blade that he claims comes from the far away land of Akavir, the maid looks very impressed by his stories. A nearby Imperial wearing full dragon scale armor over hears some of his boasting and shakes his head at what he assumes must be mostly nonsense.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Everyone has a reason to be there, though some have more than others. Despite the happy atmosphere at feels as though at any moment the lives of many are about to take an unpredictable turn…

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">It begins. <ac_metadata title="Love, Lust, Lost"> </ac_metadata>