The Ireem Chronicles

As earlier reported, the wedding of the two undeads Chantalle Atlass and Marcus Audeburgh originally was planed to happen in the catacombs. But since when do things in our beloved Kingdom go according to the plan !

Before the ceremony could start, people started gathering at the well to convoy the couple to the catacombs. Undeads, citizen, magis, djinn and slaves...everyone united to celebrate the happy couple. A sound like wings flapping rose up in the air as the citizen looked up to see what this is, a murmur went through the crowd. The gigantic dragon Cybelle came flying straight down to the crowd and a loud familiar voice shouted down " That's right, BAD MAN in the house!", riding the dragon was the well known Bedouin Sheik MasterJ Swashbuckler !

Asked to officiate the wedding as one of the couple's closest friends, he of course could not simply walk over from his camp, or at least ride a camel ! No ! This grand entrance and the try to land in the middle of the waiting crowd released a mass hysteria and all citizen ran away, fighting to find their way through the sandstorm that the dragon brought up with its wings ! Many tried to hide behind the hill, some of them are still missed and for sure buried under the desert sand. The ceremony finally started half an hour later then expected. MJ, still grining about the mess he brought up earlier, threatened the few watching people that dared to come back up on the hill: "I see you all up there and I am taking names for after........ now get off !" Three people ran away in fear, the rest just ignored his words and decided to stay.

Undead Anneliese Wolfenhaut was seen drooling as she looked from MJ to a foreign stranger that came to witness the marriage of his friends. The mysterious man disappeared during the ceremony too, Anneliese later was seen licking her lips with a satisfied smile. We still try to find out what happened.

Chantalle's mother Xan Baran could not hold back her tears anymore as the Minister started his speach "Welcome, A/all to the joining of this fine woman Channie, and this rare breed of fella Marcus, both outstanding citizens of the sand. Although lacking in pulse, their love is very evident in all that they do."

After more words, some threats and curses, he asked for the rings as Undead Jester Kahdoosch sliped the rings out of his pocket, slid them over Hat's bells and inclined his head so they fell forward into the Ministers hands. The Minister grabbed both their hands and slid a ring on each finger "Now before the final blessing from Me, High Priest of Yaghaith, any words from the bride or groom?"

Chantalle nodding at MJ peeked over Marcus "We said no vows, but I must say a word...May I ?" as she turned to him smiling, stating as followed (short version): "Once a Master explained to me His so called Chaos theory [...]: "It turns out there are few things that are more chaotic than that of a human heart. Speeding up, slowing down, pretty face, flight of stairs, it’s always changing no matter what happens. It’s an erratic son-of-a-bitch. Most important thing about love is we choose to give it. And we choose to receive it, making it the least random act in the entire universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal, and all that dirt that makes us human. If you can figure that out, they've got nothing on you." Basicly, what I want to say is that you can learn how to emend ones prerogative by simply listening and learning. My husband tought that to me that in these months of love. That one must take and one must give. Without no questions.That love is wise and can’t ever, ever broke your wings.[...] How to explain this love ? I just can’t. This love passion between my soul and my husband is obsessed and powerfull. [...] Words are meaningless but I must repeat it…I love you, Marcus!"

The groom, overwhelmed by her words quietly answered: "You leave me speechless. I love you too and I will prove it with actions forever."

Turning to the Minister he nodded "Procede, My friend" and the Sheik loudly stated "Let's no man or woman speak, as I now pronounce you two, Man and wife, Marcus, you may begin rocking her world". Marcus kissed Chanty passionately and the crowd started shouting their congrats to the newlyweds.

After drawing some sketches as a memory, the party began and the citizen of Ireem celebrated together with the happy couple until the early morning. Dear Chanty, Dear Marcus: The reporters of the Chronicles wish you both a happy, love filled life together !... finishing this with quoting the Minister ""LET THE LOVING BEGIN!"