
"Quick Kurok, let us smash the meddling priest's skull in before he invokes the sun god Jesus to ruin our marriage ceremony!"
"Aye, Tor... we will show his god what happens to those who would not mind their own affairs!"
Years later Tor & Kurok would look back on their wedding day with fondness, recalling the little weasel priest who kept threatening them during their ceremony and the sound of his screams as he was pushed off the cliff after having his head repeatedly bashed in by the two grooms.
"That was indeed too funny, Kurok... and my God's what was up with that outfit your cousin was wearing?"
"I Know, right! It's a wedding sweetheart not a cave-rave..."
"... and then your sister had too much mead and began flirting with my cousin, Dumok!"
"Don't remind me, Tor... oh the look on poor Dumok's face... priceless!"
"Ahhh good times... tell me Kurok... do you still love me?"
"Always Tor, so long as the shadow witches hunt across the waning moon and the screams of our enemies howl from the depths of the twelve infernal damnations!"
"Oh Kurok..."
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on 2008-06-13 07:30 pm (UTC)also... tell dumok i'm reeeeeeeeeally sorry...