Seive stalked about his chambers restlessly. It had been days since he had seen his soon-to-be wife, Sharp. The closest he had gotten to seeing her was a report from a Shadow Thieves scout that there had been a bunch of Nightmare worshippers causing trouble in Westbridge. Seive sat down on a hard wooden stool, and thought quietly for several moments. He twirled a stunning platinum wedding band in his fingers thoughtfully. Seive longed for the day he would place it on Sharp's outstretched finger, symbolically completing the vows that had already been made.
"Maybe I'm getting soft," he muttered quietly.
In a flash Seive whirled, drew his sword and slashed at the long candle lighting his desk. "Missed. Dammit!"
Sheathing his blade, he sat down again, frowning to himself. The frown quickly turned into a wry smile, which he couldn't wipe off his face. "Ah well, Love conquers all, they say..."
Grinning broadly, Seive began to play with the wedding band again. "The anticipation is killing me..."

Life in the clan had taken Sharp's mind off her unexpected encounter with Ventor, Grognard, Shyne and Seive. Preparations were well and truly in place for the wedding, and nothing could take her mind off that! Seive and Sharp had sent communication via the network about details of the ceremony, and the ring... Oh! The Ring! Well, she knew he would love it!

She missed him... Their evening in Stonebow Dale had been idyllic. And she longed for the day that their vows were exchanged.

A solitary moment alone in her hall, Sharp scribed a message on parchment to her love...

A shadowy figure kneels hunched on a cliff above Westbridge, clinging his cloaks near to protect from the chill air.
The moon, huge in the sky, casts pale light on Westbridge. The figure breathes slowly, and does not divert his gaze from the streets and buildings of Westbridge, contemplating quietly to himself. Behind him, he hears a slight rustle as two lithe feet attempt to sneak up behind him. The glowing slits of his eyes narrow, and he tenses, but relaxes as the unknown intruder stops advancing. Feeling a curious gaze on his back, he slowly stands, and releases his cloak. The flowing fabric billows in the chill breeze, as if it were alive itself. Slowly, he reaches into the folds of the cloak, and pulls out a sealed scroll. Breaking the seal, he opens the scroll and reads its contents slowly contemplating every word. He turns, his gaze lifting up to the moon, which fills a good portion of the night sky. Slowly his gaze drops, until he stares directly at his silent observer. He looks the form up and down, silently taking in the flowing cloaks, the dark armor, the unmistakable curves of a woman.
The scroll finds its way back into his cloak, and slowly he advances, as does his observer. Down in Westbridge, the moon fills the sky, a wondrous sight.
If any citizen happened to look up to take in the sight, they would see two dark sillouhettes against the pearly white backdrop of the moon.
Slowly, the two shapes became closer and closer, until finally, they became one. And the shape would remain there all night, until the moon had long set, and the sun began to creep into view....

Wandering, searching for vectors of Nightmare crusades, she stops to ponder the full moon over Westbridge. Casting her gaze to the skyline, they appear as sharp silhouettes embalmed permanently in her mind's eye. The two figures look familiar, erotic movements cast against the inky night sky.

Scaling a near hillside, suspicion lurking, creeping silently closer. "Who are they?" Finely tuning her elite podrikev night vision, the shadowy figures become clear, identity revealed...

Waking to a blood curdling scream suddenly... Her own scream, the scream of a Nightmare!

Wiping an oil dripping brow, she shakes herself and recalls the previous night she spent with Seive above Westbridge...