Gentle Achaeans,
Earlier today, by the grace of the Divine Deucalion, Drakhen and Lufton
were united in Matramonial harmony. The wedding that may people said
could never happen occured, and Drakhen, a Templar, is now married to
Lufton, an Occultist. The wedding was a period of peace in the otherwise
deadly lives that we live, during which Occultists, Kharon, Templars,
Priests, Sentaari, and Shadowsnakes set aside their differences for a
while in order to wish the happy couple the best of luck. A good time
was had by all, with the possible exception of a certain inebriated monk
who discovered that the wedding featured a complete lack of alcohol.
I have nothing but sympathy for those who let hatred blind them to the
love that these two hold, and who subsequently refused to attend, or
even recognise the wedding. I also sympathise for those of you who fled
before I could start my speech, because they don't know what they missed
out on. With luck, this wedding will be the beginning of a happier
future, in which peace is more than just the breathing space in-between
wars.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 197 AF.
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