Icendil

For one reason or another, you have no one to invite to your wedding. Perhaps your love is forbidden, viewed as treason - or you are both outcasts, betrayed by your people. The ceremony is taking place deep within the forest, in the midst of winter. Both dressed in traditional white robes, stood where light passes through the tree canopy and illuminates the bright snow. Fairy lights wrap around the dark bark of the trees. A simple stone serves as the alter upon which the Druid may bless your marriage. There, the ceremonial blade lies.