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The next days pass quickly.
Naturally the day of the ceremony is a sunny day. Banners, candles, and other royal decoration bedeck the great hall of alpha. A collection of bards play music that sings of high celebrations and sober responsibility. A huge mirror at the end of the hall reflects an atmosphere of elegance. The 10 foot wide mirror towers 30 high over the hall. The king stands proudly at the altar and fidgets in nervousness. A smile begins to dance across his face as the bride is exotic silks from far flung places emerges, and takes the king’s arm as she arrives.
The ceremony is short, and now Queen Christina and the King embrace in a broad hug.
Suddenly, a shadow falls over the room, thunder can be felt in the distance, the great mirror fogs up, and then the face of an aged hag or crone can be seen. Her wrinkled visage breaks into a grin, and he wishes everyone a good afternoon.
“Enjoy your celebration while you can, my king! Storm clouds are gathering on the horizon, darker than any you’ve known. If you and yours are alive after the passing of another summer, then you may be happy. Until then, sleep lightly.”
Her face fades, and the image, darkness, and thunder lift.
The following day, Alzar sends some folks he hired during this week back to the Barony for the Stronghold:
4 Bailiffs – 80 gp
Chamberlain – 200 gp
Senechal – 200 gp
He begins to lay out the walls and defensive formations around the village. We can start that project next month, if everything goes well.
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