330. The Wedding II

330. The Wedding II

“When do we give our gifts?” Adam asked, noting that the other Iyrmen were beginning to stand. It was as though they knew when to give their gifts.

“First it is the left, then it is the right, then it is the centre,” Sonarot said, motioning to the three sides full of people.

“Come,” Taygak said, beginning to form the line for the children. Katool was up first, and it went up in order of their ages, from youngest to oldest, with Taygak at the end.

Once they had given their presents, it was time for Jurot and Adam. Adam followed Jurot up, who placed down the box before the four. The oldest bride, who seemed to be in her early thirties at most, opened the box, revealing the bones of some creature.

“The bones of a bronze wyvern,” Jurot said. “It is a fine material to be made into a weapon.” He was careful not to say sword or spear, as to not show favouritism.

The brides seemed quite pleased with the bones, which would make quite the weapon once they were carved and treated.

Adam placed down the smaller box first. “Some tea to enjoy.” He hoisted then placed down the long box, before opening it for the four to see.

It was the spear which he had taken from the Rot family vault, and had spent time enchanting.

Ashmir narrowed his eyes as the spear, noting the faint runes. “Is this a magical spear?”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “I brought it since the Mir family uses spears.”

Ashmir wasn’t sure about accepting a magical spear. It was quite the gift, and he wasn’t sure anyone else would have the audacity to hand over something worth so much gold.

“I still think that swords are cooler and more romantic, but I’m a Nephew of the Rot family, so I have to represent.” Adam winked. “Anyway, about the spear...”

Lion’s Roar

You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.

This weapon holds three charges. As an action, you may expend a charge to cast Thunder Wave as a first gate spell. The Difficult for this spell is 13. This weapon regains D3 charges at dawn.

Ashmir felt even more awkward. He had first thought the spear was a basic spear, but to hear it was a basic enhanced spear, a spear with an additional enchantment, suddenly he felt more awkward about it. In his home territory, such a weapon would sell for close to two thousand. No, not two thousand. If it could truly cast multiple spells in a single day, perhaps it would be more than two thousand.

“This is such a heavy gift,” Ashmir said.

Even the brides felt awkward accepting the gift.

“You are Adam?” the youngest of the brides asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Unrivalled Under The Heavens?” She stared at Adam with quite the sparkling gaze, as though she were meeting a legend.

“You may share your first drinks,” the Shaman Head said.

The youngest drank with him first, the pair drinking at the same time, to the Shaman Head’s command. As they shared their drink, the Shaman hummed a small prayer. Adam could hear the names of Mahtu and Baktu several times.

“You may share your first touch.”

The pair then held one another’s forearms while sitting in front of one another, as the Shaman Head hummed a prayer.

“You may share your first blood.”

The pair stopped holding their forearms, and were offered a freshly forged dagger by the Shaman Head. The pair pricked the other’s finger, before dropping their own blood onto the dagger they had used to cut the other.

All the while, the Shaman Head continued to hum a prayer. She placed a hand on each of their heads, before blowing atop their heads, three times, at the end of each of her prayers.

Ashmir repeated this process until he had completed it with each bride, with new cups and new daggers. The cups were left with the brides and groom, whereas the daggers were taken by the Shaman Head.

“May Baktu bless you,” she finally said, and as quickly as the Shaman Head had come, she left. The moment she stepped off the platform, the music began to play again.

In order to keep Lanarot quiet throughout the ceremony, Sonarot breastfed her, though sometimes Lanarot had turned her head towards the humming.

“So... they’re married now?” Adam asked.

Jurot nodded his head. “The rites have been performed.”

“Cool.” Adam wondered if he ever married in the Iyr, if they’d do it the same way, or if he’d marry in a way more common in his own world, rings and all. “What were the three different actions?”

“The three vows,” Sonarot said, smiling slightly as she thought to her own wedding. “Water, representing life. The touch, a closed ring, representing eternity. Blood, representing death.”

Adam stared at his Aunt. He wondered if Surot was really dead, or if he was just on a longer adventure than normal. ‘Either way, I’m going to teach you a lesson for missing your daughter’s birthday.’

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Adam may not be wise but he's good at heart.

It's a good thing Adam isn't an anti hero.

Yet.