This is a one-on-one portion of Loki Aesir's Way of the Wicked (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214960.0) campaign.<br/><br/>It didn't get too far but we had some fun private roleplays. : )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The red-haired 'human' arrived in the elven grove-town of Esthreveil about two months ago. Like most travellers, he was treated courteously but at a distance, and like most human males, the men tried to keep the women away from him. Most humans didn't have such lustful intent, though rumors of the Avaline sisters drew suitors from far and wide. Even from a distance, the newcomer was quick to woo many women in the town. Most unvowed, but more than a few wives forsook their husbands to know the man. Several challenged him to a duel for their honor - all have perished. While the duels themselves were technically illegal, few cared to report the matter, as the ban on duelling was very much a human affair.<br/><br/>The human answers only to the name 'Master', which is infuriating to the men of the grove on its own (most address him as 'sir', if at all). Of late, he has been growing significantly more bold - knowing the Lady Avriella and her daughters in public.<br/><br/>Still, the overall mood of the town is a happy one. All of 'Master's' targets have been willing, and those who duelled him are regarded as being suicidal. "Of course he is superior."<br/><br/>Gelesad of House Merithel counts himself as the luckiest man alive today, for to his hand goes one of the sisters Avaline - not only lovely beyond compare, but their voices a perfect timbre pitch, her every word a song.<br/><br/>Such is his respect for her that he does not let himself gaze upon her face, much less try to steal any furtive glances. And heaven forbid that he touch. Such is his trust in her, that the wedding includes no oath from her to him at his own insistence. He asks only that she accept his service as her husband, and that whatever blessings she graces him with will be beyond compare in return.<br/><br/>"I can't believe you're going through with this…" Lyla mutters, pinning the final lock of her sister's chocolate brown hair into place and nesting the last of the delicate pink flowers into it, "We should have moved on years ago, this town is so stifling. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with an elf?"<br/><br/>"Yes!" Lisette snaps defensively. "He's kind and sweet and noble. You'd like him if you'd give him a chance."<br/><br/>Her sister scoffs, rolling her violet eyes as she helps tighten the snow-white corset of Lisette's wedding dress. "And those brides maids of yours? You DO realize those haughty bitches are the same ones who tried to spread all those awful rumors about us when we first moved here, right? They just wanted to be in the wedding for the prestige."<br/><br/>"People can change, Lyla…" the bride responds, though there's a hint of uncertainty in her lovely voice. "Besides, they all asked so nicely, and you know how bad I am at saying no…"<br/><br/>Lyla huffed, but pulled her sister into a tight hug. She knew her younger twin had always been a soft-hearted fool, and hadn't actually thought she'd be able to talk her out of this. She'd just have to settle for the monotony of being married to a stuffy elven nobleman to wear on her beloved sibling's adventurous spirit before convincing her to run off. She stepped back, took Lisette by the shoulders and turned her so she could look at herself in the full-length mirror propped up against the wall.<br/><br/>The dress was white and pale green, made from the finest silks Gelesad could afford (which were, more or less, the finest silks period) and sewn with hundreds of tiny gems that sparkled in the sunlight that filtered in through the window. The airy, floor length skirt just brushes the floor, but the top and corset hug her gorgeous body tightly. Lisette blushes; it shows off her form far more than anything she's ever worn, but Gelesad had the dress made especially for her, and she hadn't the heart to complain.<br/><br/>"Can't believe that idiot doesn't even want to look at you…" Lyla grumbles, but quiets herself when Lisette pouts. "Alll right, all right, I'm sorry. We'd better hurry though, or one of your brides maids will try and take your place."<br/><br/>'Master' walked into the church with a blonde elven woman on each arm. Miseine on his right was a common elven girl, while the Lady Svenassa was essentially openly cuckolding her husband at this point, who was already seated, dejected at the far end of the church. Ostensibly to Mitra, though it clearly predated Mitra's worship in Talingarde by centuries, as elven relics go.<br/><br/>The ceremony was a grand affair in the classic elven tradition; it was clear to all the locals that Gelesad and his family had done most of the planning, with little to no consideration given to the shy, modest piper girl's wishes. It was only proper, as far as they were concerned. She was a lowly commoner after all, and many of the more traditionally minded disapproved of the union at all.<br/><br/>Though House Merithel had done all in its power to quash the rumors, some still whispered that perhaps the stunningly beautiful sister's exotic blood came not from the Fey, as they claimed, but from a succubus. None had ever met the pair's parents, and there was no one there to escort lovely Lisette when she walked down the isle, blushing brightly as she felt hundreds of eyes on her.<br/><br/>Lyla stood beside her at the temple's alter, offering a buffer between the seven elven "Maidens" who'd invited themselves to be the bride's maids. She and the elven girls wore dresses of green, with white flowers and ribbons braided into their long hair. One of the elves, a busty redhead named Senna who'd been on her knees before her Master not half an hour before, winked at him as she walked by.