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OOC> Merrisol says, "And the reception is officially done, but there is still a whole street festival to play with in similar manner. Free food and drink samples! Wares! Cultural displays and performances! Whale Rodeo!"
OOC> Merrisol says, "Giant turtle shell on the outskirts!"
OOC> Merrisol says, "Undine Partay~"

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Gossip C46: Sat Dec 20 14:02:08 2014 by Merrisol (public)
GL-Minos: ubiquitous known by connected, trace cost 1, expires 28 Feb
Title: Armistice With Benefits
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From the safe harbours of piratical society comes a tale so remarkable that it guarantees the teller a free round of drinks, perhaps two if he manages to tell it well from start to finish, for it is a doozy for details. The most solid versions originate from the crews of the Hydra and the Mad Rhyme, two well-seasoned ships taken to sailing with the Wave Dancer to guard her from falling back under the dread lawful Captain Flame's rule. She on her new ship, the Arundel, had her own intrepid supporters in the Hornet and the Enterprise, and mercilessly tracked the elusive pirates through Minos' open sea, to make good on her challenge to Captain Merrisol; that through single combat all outstanding matters be resolved.

And so the day finally came when the Hunter ships forced the Pirates to run dangerously close to the phenomenal terror known as The Maw, cornering them. Merrisol commandeered the wheel, however, and took the Dancer ever closer to the vortex, giving Flame the wicked ultimatum: Withdraw, or lose her ship and crew forever. Undaunted, she called his bluff, and in a high-flying feat that thrilled the blood to see, swung over from the Arundel to engage the outlaw.

Inspired and incensed in turn, the attending sides began to menace one another, but were brought to heel when the Storm Witch, magnificent flagship of the Amber Navy Northern Fleet, came sailing in amongst them! There was nothing for it but to spectate the flashy, pitched duel between matched combatants, made all the more challenging upon the heaving deck. Skimming just ahead of funneling doom as the Maw sucked the surrounding sea into its spiraling downdraft, the Wave Dancer had her wheel tied and her Storm Sails full, plowing through the relentless waves. The distinctive Captains Flame and Merrisol warred from helm to amidships, sailing down rails and splintering crates all the way. With a fiery cutlass and a light-trailing saber as their chosen weapons, each slash and thrust could be seen from a distance, and the explosive flashes from every parry. The ships' crews, both lawful and piratical, were utterly drawn into the spectacle, shouting encouragement to their respective favourites. That both duelists appeared to have Seconds on the otherwise deserted deck, one uniformed swordswoman and one pirate lass, did not escape notice, nor had the bizarre arrival of a strange Minosianado atop a dolphin-windsurfer.

Then all eyes watched as Flame sprang back from the edge of defeat to renew her attack, and skillfully bring Merrisol down against some lashed casks, blazing sword pointed at his throat. He would have defied her still and fought on, had not the ship's crew rushed the deck and the Seconds shed their false identities and intervened as Princesses of Amber! and Tir! The dramatic surfer completed the royal triumvirate when he was revealed as the Lord Regent of Rebma!! After both combatants were made to stand down, Martin delivered a stern condemnation of their outrageous, escalating conflict in Minos, then declared for all to hear: There would be no further battle between the Captains and their respective allies, for a peace accord must be reached. Not only that, it would be couched within the ceremonious, cemented bonds of... MATRIMONY!

By all accounts, Flame and Merrisol looked about as knocked for a loop as their supporters. However, with the weight of authority from all three Great Realms bearing down on them, they both displayed grace under pressure and agreed to cease aggressions for a certain term, and promised to be married on that very day. As it so happened, everything needed to formally wed was readily, conveniently.. almost suspiciously! available. While the crew brought the ship away from poor, ravenous The Maw to nestle into the bewildered, bewitched collective of ships, the duel's referee and peace-keeper, Admiral Gerard, was entreated by his nephew Martin to officiate the ceremony. In the time it took for Merrisol's flag atop the main mast to be replaced by Flame's - for the treaty gave back captaincy of her beloved ship in perpetuity - ladies, more appearing by the minute, took the bedraggled bride-to-be belowdecks to replace her slashed and torn clothes with something even more jaw-dropping. Merrisol was corraled by Martin himself and fed rum to keep him from diving for the refuge of the Sea.

And if the short ceremony that soon followed had contained notes of true levity and heartfelt smiles, and a rather long kiss besides, perhaps those odd details could be forgiven by the enemies-turned-guests. After all, everyone loves a wedding, especially one that included a mid-air exploding bouquet that caught several ladies, and shares of rum and cake promised to all ships for honouring the treaty and thereafter going their separate ways.
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