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Wedding Ceremony of the Noctowl Shrine. One-Shot
this is not an advanceshipping, Contestshipping, or even an pokeshipping fan fic. Infact it is up to you the reader to imagine who is being marryed in the wedding..
The Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine
The highlight of tonight's activity is the wedding ceremony at the Noctowl shrine. a Forest encampment is an opening day initiation ceremony called "The Wedding Ceremony of the Noctowl Shrine," in which the bride and the groom will take their vowels to honor each other in their worldly life's has an married couple .The wedding unfolds something like this:
The invited begin to arrive at the Noctowl Forest on the Saturday closest to the middle of July for what will be a two-week celebration. In actuality, most of them will just attend the wedding and some the other after wedding event's included in this engagement. As the rest of them that will stay during all of the two-week celebration will be able to fully enjoy all of what it has to offer. Arriving in the nearby to town of Hootvill at the airport from all over the country, are driving up into the Noctowl Forest.
But the highlight of the evening is the Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine. An initiation of two souls into the spirit of marriage. It is all very fancy. The Ceremony varies only slightly with each wedding, but it is a ritual ceremony nonetheless. Post moderns might call it a meta-ritual. It is meant to signal that the engagement is a time for relaxation, drinking, eating and fun with old and new friend's has the bride and groom enter a new life with each other.
To gain a sense of what it's like to take part, imagine yourself comfortably seated in the beautiful open-air dining area. It's early evening and the clear July air is still pleasantly warm. Dusk has descended, you have finished a lovely dinner, and you are sitting quietly with your drink, listening to the chatter of other's welcoming each other and enjoying the gentle light and the eerie shadows that are cast by the lanterns flickering softly at each of the several outdoor banquet tables.
You are part of an assemblage that has been invited in the Noctowl Forest near of the town Hootvill. It is not just any assemblage, for you are a friend, or a relative of the Bride and Groom. The Bride a widely known coordinator. The Groom a Pokemon researcher . Other invited guest's are pro's of their industry, a well-known music star, Professors of pokemon, a famous artist, and other will known trainer's ,Gym leader's, and Coordinator's . You are one of invited gathered together from all over the world for this wedding of the Bride and the Groom.
Than out of the shadows on one of thick treed areas near the dining area there emerges the low, happy sounds of a wedding dirge. As you turn your head in its direction you faintly see the outlines of people dressed in pointed Noctowl shape hoods and flowing robes. Some of the people are playing the wedding music; others are carrying long torches whose flames are a spectacular sight against the now darkened forest.
As the procession approaches the dining circle, the two dim figures become more distinct, and attention fixes on this couple that was not previously noticed. They are carrying a large wooden box. Upon closer inspection the box turns out to be an open coffin, and in that coffin is are various objects, and paper with writing on them. This is the Brides and Groom's past mistakes, symbolizing the concerns and woes that plague them both in the pass and their daily lives. It is this, the mistakes of the pas who Bride and Groom wish to be cremated at this Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine.
The cortege now trails slowly past the dining area, and the guest in the dining circle fall into line behind the Noctowl hooded pries and torchbearers, following the Bride and Groom toward their destination. The entire parade makes its way along a road leading to a beautiful little lake that is yet another of the sylvan sights the Noctowl Forest has to offer.
It takes the Bride and Groom, as will the guest's about five minutes to make their march to this new setting. Once at the lake the priest and the Bride and Groom's and their coffin go off to the right, in the direction of a very large altar which faces the lake.. They are accompanied by a cast of thirty, torchbearers, shore patrols, fire tenders, production managers, and woodland voices.
The invited guests talking quietly to each other and remarking on the once-again-perfect July weather move to the left so they can observe the Wedding ceremony from a green meadow on the other side of the lake. Drinks in hand, they will be about fifty to a hundred yards from the altar, which looms skyward thirty to forty feet and reveals itself to be in the form of a huge Noctowl , whose cement shell is mottled with primeval green mosses. This is the totem animal of Noctowl Forest, found not only at the lake, but everywhere you go, even on the glasses, coffee cups, and stationery used by the invited guests.
While the spectators seat themselves across the lake, the priest and the Bride and Groom entourage continue for another two or three hundred yards beyond the altar to a boat landing. There the Bride's and Groom's coffin is carefully transferred onto the Ferry of Care, which will carry the coffin full of the Brides and Groom's past mistakes to the altar later in the ceremony. Once the ferry is loaded, the torches are extinguished and the music ends. The attention of the spectators on the other side of the lake slowly drifts back to the Noctowl shrine; it is illuminated by a gentle flame from the Lamp of bonding that sits at its base.
Wedding? A coffin full of mistakes of the past? A totem Noctowl and the Lamp bonding? Strange, but true. You are starting to get the picture on just how hokey and yet serious this all is.
People at the wedding who work at the Noctowl forest and have seen the ceremony before nudge you to keep your eye on the large tree next to the Noctowl Shrine. Moments later an offstage chorus of "woodland voices" begins to sing. Then a spotlight illuminates the tree you've been watching, and there emerges from it a hamadryad, a "tree spirit" whose life, according to mythology, is intimately bound up with the tree in which it lives. The hamadryad begins to sing, telling the invited that beauty and strength and peace are theirs as long as they remain true at heart. It sings of the "Noctowl's of the Forest" that are made for "your delight," and implores the Bride and Groom to "burn away the sorrow of yesterday" and to "cast your grief to the fires and be strong with the holy trees, and the Noctowl's, and the spirit of the Noctowl Forest."'
With the end of this uplifting song, the hamadryad returns to its tree, the chorus silences, and the light on the tree fades out. Now there's only natural illumination from the moon and stars, and it's time for the high priest and the Bribe and the Groom to enter the large area in front of the Noctowl shrine.
"The Noctowl is in his leafy temple," intones the priest. "Let all within the Noctowl Forest be reverent before him." He beseeches the spectators to be inspired and awed by their surroundings, noting that this is Noctowl's shrine.
The priest next walks down three large steps to the edge of the lake. There he makes a flowery speech about the ripple of waters, the song of birds, the forest floor, and evening's cool kiss. Again he calls on the Bride and the Groom to forsake their usual concerns: "Shake off your sorrows with the City's dust and scatter to the winds the cares of life." The Bride and the Groom recall to memories of deceased friends, horribly times, and things that they wish never happen. The high priest makes yet another effusive speech, the gist of it being that "Great Nature" is a "refuge for the weary heart".
The pace is picking up. A brief song is sung by the chorus and suddenly the priest proclaims: "Our Wedding fire awaits the Brides and Grooms coffin of past mistakes!" A horn is sounded at the boat landing. Behold the Ferry, with its beautifully ornamented frontispiece, begins its brief passage to the foot of the Noctowl shrine. Its trip is accompanied by the music of a barcarole. Now listening to the barcarole, it becomes ever more clear how many little extra bits and pieces of culture have been borrowed from many parts of the world by the people of Noctowl Forest who lovingly developed this ritual ceremony over its long history.
Things are clearly at an impasse. There is only one thing to do: turn to the great Noctowl, the great totem animal of the Noctowl Forest, chosen as the group's symbol primarily for its mortal wisdom -- and only secondarily for its discreet silence and its nightly prowling. The priest falls to his knees and lifts his arms toward the Noctowl shrine. "Oh thou, great symbol of all mortal wisdom," he cries. "Noctowl of the forest, we do beseech thee, grant us thy counsel!"
The inspirational music of the "Fire Finale" now begins, and an aura of light glows about the Noctowl's head. The Noctowl is going to rise to the occasion! After a pause, the sagacious bird finally speaks. No fire, he tells the assembled faithful, can drive out the Bride and Groom's pass mistakes if that fire comes from the mundane world, where it is fed by the hates of men. There is only one fire that can overcome the couple's enemy of Care, and that, of course, is the flame which burns in the Lamp of Bonding on the Altar of The Noctowl. "Hail, their union," he concludes!
The priest smacks himself on the side of the head, as if to say he wonders why he didn't think of that profound point. The light goes out on the dead tree. The priest leaps to his feet and bounds up the steps, snatches a burned-out torch from one of the bearers, and relights it from the flame of the Lamp of Bonding. Just as quickly he ignites the Wedding fire and triumphantly hurls the torch into the blaze.
The orchestral music in the background intensifies as the flames leap higher and higher. The chorus sings loudly about Brides and Grooms past mistakes are cremated, their archenemy of happiness, calling on the winds to make them merry with it's dust. "Hail, Union ship," they sing, echoing the Noctowl. "Be gone, mistakes of the past! Lamp of Bonding Unions the Bride and Groom! The wailing voice of past mistakes gives its last gasps, the music gets even louder, and fireworks light the sky and fill the Noctowl Forest with the reverberations of great explosions. The band, appropriately enough, strikes up "There'll be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight." The couple's mistakes of the past have been banished.
As this climax approaches, some fifty minutes after the march began, the quiet onlookers on the other side of the lake begin to come alive. After all, it is a night for rejoicing has the Bride and Groom passionately kiss each other. The invited guests begin to shout, to sing, to hug each other, and dance around . They Bride and Groom now have been married by the priest and the Noctowl. Now the time has come for all in the Noctowl Forest to do some good old-fashioned hell raising. They couldn't be happier for the newlywed Bride and Groom.
Now the wedding ceremony of the Noctowl Shrine is over. The revelers, the invited guest break up into small groups as they return to the camps that crowd next to each other in the central area of the Noctowl Forest. It will be a night of storytelling and drinking for them all as they sit about their campfires or wander from camp to camp, renewing old friendships and making new ones. As for the Bride and Groom, they will be far away from their every day responsibilities for the next two-week's as they are the guests of honor.
this is not an advanceshipping, Contestshipping, or even an pokeshipping fan fic. Infact it is up to you the reader to imagine who is being marryed in the wedding..
The Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine
The highlight of tonight's activity is the wedding ceremony at the Noctowl shrine. a Forest encampment is an opening day initiation ceremony called "The Wedding Ceremony of the Noctowl Shrine," in which the bride and the groom will take their vowels to honor each other in their worldly life's has an married couple .The wedding unfolds something like this:
The invited begin to arrive at the Noctowl Forest on the Saturday closest to the middle of July for what will be a two-week celebration. In actuality, most of them will just attend the wedding and some the other after wedding event's included in this engagement. As the rest of them that will stay during all of the two-week celebration will be able to fully enjoy all of what it has to offer. Arriving in the nearby to town of Hootvill at the airport from all over the country, are driving up into the Noctowl Forest.
But the highlight of the evening is the Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine. An initiation of two souls into the spirit of marriage. It is all very fancy. The Ceremony varies only slightly with each wedding, but it is a ritual ceremony nonetheless. Post moderns might call it a meta-ritual. It is meant to signal that the engagement is a time for relaxation, drinking, eating and fun with old and new friend's has the bride and groom enter a new life with each other.
To gain a sense of what it's like to take part, imagine yourself comfortably seated in the beautiful open-air dining area. It's early evening and the clear July air is still pleasantly warm. Dusk has descended, you have finished a lovely dinner, and you are sitting quietly with your drink, listening to the chatter of other's welcoming each other and enjoying the gentle light and the eerie shadows that are cast by the lanterns flickering softly at each of the several outdoor banquet tables.
You are part of an assemblage that has been invited in the Noctowl Forest near of the town Hootvill. It is not just any assemblage, for you are a friend, or a relative of the Bride and Groom. The Bride a widely known coordinator. The Groom a Pokemon researcher . Other invited guest's are pro's of their industry, a well-known music star, Professors of pokemon, a famous artist, and other will known trainer's ,Gym leader's, and Coordinator's . You are one of invited gathered together from all over the world for this wedding of the Bride and the Groom.
Than out of the shadows on one of thick treed areas near the dining area there emerges the low, happy sounds of a wedding dirge. As you turn your head in its direction you faintly see the outlines of people dressed in pointed Noctowl shape hoods and flowing robes. Some of the people are playing the wedding music; others are carrying long torches whose flames are a spectacular sight against the now darkened forest.
As the procession approaches the dining circle, the two dim figures become more distinct, and attention fixes on this couple that was not previously noticed. They are carrying a large wooden box. Upon closer inspection the box turns out to be an open coffin, and in that coffin is are various objects, and paper with writing on them. This is the Brides and Groom's past mistakes, symbolizing the concerns and woes that plague them both in the pass and their daily lives. It is this, the mistakes of the pas who Bride and Groom wish to be cremated at this Wedding Ceremony at the Noctowl Shrine.
The cortege now trails slowly past the dining area, and the guest in the dining circle fall into line behind the Noctowl hooded pries and torchbearers, following the Bride and Groom toward their destination. The entire parade makes its way along a road leading to a beautiful little lake that is yet another of the sylvan sights the Noctowl Forest has to offer.
It takes the Bride and Groom, as will the guest's about five minutes to make their march to this new setting. Once at the lake the priest and the Bride and Groom's and their coffin go off to the right, in the direction of a very large altar which faces the lake.. They are accompanied by a cast of thirty, torchbearers, shore patrols, fire tenders, production managers, and woodland voices.
The invited guests talking quietly to each other and remarking on the once-again-perfect July weather move to the left so they can observe the Wedding ceremony from a green meadow on the other side of the lake. Drinks in hand, they will be about fifty to a hundred yards from the altar, which looms skyward thirty to forty feet and reveals itself to be in the form of a huge Noctowl , whose cement shell is mottled with primeval green mosses. This is the totem animal of Noctowl Forest, found not only at the lake, but everywhere you go, even on the glasses, coffee cups, and stationery used by the invited guests.
While the spectators seat themselves across the lake, the priest and the Bride and Groom entourage continue for another two or three hundred yards beyond the altar to a boat landing. There the Bride's and Groom's coffin is carefully transferred onto the Ferry of Care, which will carry the coffin full of the Brides and Groom's past mistakes to the altar later in the ceremony. Once the ferry is loaded, the torches are extinguished and the music ends. The attention of the spectators on the other side of the lake slowly drifts back to the Noctowl shrine; it is illuminated by a gentle flame from the Lamp of bonding that sits at its base.
Wedding? A coffin full of mistakes of the past? A totem Noctowl and the Lamp bonding? Strange, but true. You are starting to get the picture on just how hokey and yet serious this all is.
People at the wedding who work at the Noctowl forest and have seen the ceremony before nudge you to keep your eye on the large tree next to the Noctowl Shrine. Moments later an offstage chorus of "woodland voices" begins to sing. Then a spotlight illuminates the tree you've been watching, and there emerges from it a hamadryad, a "tree spirit" whose life, according to mythology, is intimately bound up with the tree in which it lives. The hamadryad begins to sing, telling the invited that beauty and strength and peace are theirs as long as they remain true at heart. It sings of the "Noctowl's of the Forest" that are made for "your delight," and implores the Bride and Groom to "burn away the sorrow of yesterday" and to "cast your grief to the fires and be strong with the holy trees, and the Noctowl's, and the spirit of the Noctowl Forest."'
With the end of this uplifting song, the hamadryad returns to its tree, the chorus silences, and the light on the tree fades out. Now there's only natural illumination from the moon and stars, and it's time for the high priest and the Bribe and the Groom to enter the large area in front of the Noctowl shrine.
"The Noctowl is in his leafy temple," intones the priest. "Let all within the Noctowl Forest be reverent before him." He beseeches the spectators to be inspired and awed by their surroundings, noting that this is Noctowl's shrine.
The priest next walks down three large steps to the edge of the lake. There he makes a flowery speech about the ripple of waters, the song of birds, the forest floor, and evening's cool kiss. Again he calls on the Bride and the Groom to forsake their usual concerns: "Shake off your sorrows with the City's dust and scatter to the winds the cares of life." The Bride and the Groom recall to memories of deceased friends, horribly times, and things that they wish never happen. The high priest makes yet another effusive speech, the gist of it being that "Great Nature" is a "refuge for the weary heart".
The pace is picking up. A brief song is sung by the chorus and suddenly the priest proclaims: "Our Wedding fire awaits the Brides and Grooms coffin of past mistakes!" A horn is sounded at the boat landing. Behold the Ferry, with its beautifully ornamented frontispiece, begins its brief passage to the foot of the Noctowl shrine. Its trip is accompanied by the music of a barcarole. Now listening to the barcarole, it becomes ever more clear how many little extra bits and pieces of culture have been borrowed from many parts of the world by the people of Noctowl Forest who lovingly developed this ritual ceremony over its long history.
Things are clearly at an impasse. There is only one thing to do: turn to the great Noctowl, the great totem animal of the Noctowl Forest, chosen as the group's symbol primarily for its mortal wisdom -- and only secondarily for its discreet silence and its nightly prowling. The priest falls to his knees and lifts his arms toward the Noctowl shrine. "Oh thou, great symbol of all mortal wisdom," he cries. "Noctowl of the forest, we do beseech thee, grant us thy counsel!"
The inspirational music of the "Fire Finale" now begins, and an aura of light glows about the Noctowl's head. The Noctowl is going to rise to the occasion! After a pause, the sagacious bird finally speaks. No fire, he tells the assembled faithful, can drive out the Bride and Groom's pass mistakes if that fire comes from the mundane world, where it is fed by the hates of men. There is only one fire that can overcome the couple's enemy of Care, and that, of course, is the flame which burns in the Lamp of Bonding on the Altar of The Noctowl. "Hail, their union," he concludes!
The priest smacks himself on the side of the head, as if to say he wonders why he didn't think of that profound point. The light goes out on the dead tree. The priest leaps to his feet and bounds up the steps, snatches a burned-out torch from one of the bearers, and relights it from the flame of the Lamp of Bonding. Just as quickly he ignites the Wedding fire and triumphantly hurls the torch into the blaze.
The orchestral music in the background intensifies as the flames leap higher and higher. The chorus sings loudly about Brides and Grooms past mistakes are cremated, their archenemy of happiness, calling on the winds to make them merry with it's dust. "Hail, Union ship," they sing, echoing the Noctowl. "Be gone, mistakes of the past! Lamp of Bonding Unions the Bride and Groom! The wailing voice of past mistakes gives its last gasps, the music gets even louder, and fireworks light the sky and fill the Noctowl Forest with the reverberations of great explosions. The band, appropriately enough, strikes up "There'll be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight." The couple's mistakes of the past have been banished.
As this climax approaches, some fifty minutes after the march began, the quiet onlookers on the other side of the lake begin to come alive. After all, it is a night for rejoicing has the Bride and Groom passionately kiss each other. The invited guests begin to shout, to sing, to hug each other, and dance around . They Bride and Groom now have been married by the priest and the Noctowl. Now the time has come for all in the Noctowl Forest to do some good old-fashioned hell raising. They couldn't be happier for the newlywed Bride and Groom.
Now the wedding ceremony of the Noctowl Shrine is over. The revelers, the invited guest break up into small groups as they return to the camps that crowd next to each other in the central area of the Noctowl Forest. It will be a night of storytelling and drinking for them all as they sit about their campfires or wander from camp to camp, renewing old friendships and making new ones. As for the Bride and Groom, they will be far away from their every day responsibilities for the next two-week's as they are the guests of honor.
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