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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 2703393" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><em><strong>A Festive Night begins:</strong></em></p><p>Garth had instantly knew he’d have to convince Dabuk to go. He went to The Creeping Vine after the senate let out and waited for his son. It didn’t take long to realize Dabuk was going to avoid him at all costs. He and Mesik tracked his half-elven son down near the entrance into the tangles. Five minutes into the argument and Garth was already losing the fight.</p><p></p><p>“I will not,” Dabuk knew he should have stayed in the tangles. “And you cannot force me to attend. I am not your slave or your dog.”</p><p></p><p>“You will attend,” Garth kept his tone calm. “Or would you prefer that Lord LaMarche be insulted by your absence?”</p><p></p><p>“Let him be insulted, I really don’t care what he thinks of me. And right now, I care even less about what you think.”</p><p></p><p>“Dabuk, you’re being unreasonable. It won’t be that bad, and I’m sure there will be good food.” Mesik wanted to make sure Dabuk stayed out of trouble.</p><p></p><p>“Please, don’t let me stop you from eating your fill, Mesik.” Dabuk had his own mission to accomplish while in Onaway, and he’d yet to find any time to do so. His grandfather had insisted on he and Mesik going along so that they could make a detailed report of the Onans’ city streets and clandestine organizations. Not for the lords and ladies of the Eastern Shores, but for the Tiger Guild of Fruen. Of course, Garth knew none of this, and the last thing Dabuk would do is explain to his father that Carl had sent him to act as a spy and information gatherer, not as a diplomat.</p><p></p><p>“It’s more than that, and you know it.” Mesik, of course, knew of their obligations to the Tiger Guild, but thought the idea of skulking around in the night looking for signs of thieves’ guilds or worse, just a little too risky at this point. “Going to this function will aid more than just your father’s diplomatic mission. We’ll get a chance to learn more about Onan culture and what makes it tick. That way we’ll be less likely to make some political error while we’re here.”</p><p></p><p>Dabuk immediately understood, but he knew he would just get in the hairfoot’s way. He was like a sword blade scraping against a rock when it came to such ‘parties’. He looked at Mesik, shaking his head. “And you really want me there to mess it up?”</p><p></p><p>“Can’t you behave civil for one night?” Garth was beside himself. It was true he didn’t know why Dabuk and Mesik were really with him on this mission, but he knew he wouldn’t have liked the answer. He also knew that if Dabuk wasn’t by his side tonight then he’d have to explain why to Than LaMarche. He wasn’t looking forward to lying to the leader of the Onan people.</p><p></p><p>“No,” Dabuk grinned. “You should know that about me by now. And don’t worry about me getting into trouble. I’m going into the tangles, for the night, with Bren and some of his friends. They’re having a ‘festive’ event of their own. All right?”</p><p></p><p>It was a good cover. Bren was assigned to guard duty in the tangles, and wouldn’t be around to contradict Dabuk’s story. Plus, Dabuk had asked Bren to cover for him. He had told the tangle walker that he’d met a voluptuous human girl and would be spending the night carousing. To anyone who really knew him, it would have been an obvious lie, but Dabuk had refused to let Bren know him that well. He like the man, but that didn’t mean he was going to trust him completely.</p><p></p><p>“Well, I guess that’s all right,” Garth felt some suspicion, but his mind let family ties win out. “However, I expect everyone else to attend. Understood, Mesik?”</p><p></p><p>“Even Hugh?” Mesik wondered how the vonakyndra would handle the situation.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, Lord LaMarche specifically asked for Hougwarth to attend. He’s a bit taken with Hugh’s stories, as are a lot of the Onan people.”</p><p></p><p>“Okay, but he’s really going to stick out.” Mesik laughed.</p><p></p><p>“Not as much as you would think. Everyone is to attend in traditional Onan attire. No exceptions!” Garth held up his hand, as Mesik was about to object.</p><p></p><p>“Nuts.” Mesik looked sourly at Dabuk. “I hate wearing those bed sheets.”</p><p></p><p>Dabuk grinned back at Mesik like the fox that had just escaped the hound.</p><p></p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Being fitted in the Latest Styles:</strong></em></p><p>Thessa watched on with some amusement, as six tailors tried in vain to find cloth large enough to fit Hougwarth. The vonakyndra stood just over 10 feet tall and seemed to be enjoying the attention. Lord LaMarche had sent the tailors to The Creeping vine too create garments for all the easterners, in the latest styles, using the best cloth available in the city-state.</p><p></p><p>Thessa, Mesik, and Bactra had been easy to fit compared to the trouble the tailors were having at the moment. Garth had insisted on being fitted last, and with the warrior’s cut he’d seen many Onan soldiers in. At hearing this, Hugh had insisted on the same cut, which was making the tailors’ job even more difficult. Garth realized that his son would never have stood still long enough for one of these fittings, and was strangely glad that his son had talked him out of making the ranger go.</p><p></p><p>Still, he wondered if he should send one of the local runners to check up on the boy part way through the evening.</p><p></p><p>“Hugh, you have to hold still,” Thessa giggled. The gnome priestess was decked out in blue and purple silk.</p><p></p><p>“I am trying my little friend, but this is not as easy as it looked when they were fitting you and the others."</p><p></p><p>“Well, if you hadn’t insisted on the warrior’s cut then it would have been over by now.” Bactra – admiring his new white cotton Onan-style garment, with black highlights, in a nearby mirror – was looking forward to rubbing shoulders with Onan nobility. He hoped he didn’t make any serious gaffs tonight. Onan Festive Nights were known for strong drink and revelry so he wasn’t too worried. After a few hours, no one would care how he acted, at least that was what he’d heard.</p><p> </p><p>“Aye, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Hugh knew it was too late to change his mind, as the tailors finally making progress. Plus, they had considered designing such a cut for a large being as a great challenge. They would likely be insulted if he asked them to stop now.</p><p></p><p>“It will be a fine design,” one of the tailors remarked. “You will be the hit of Festive Night.”</p><p></p><p>“I look forward to wearing it with honor, Master Tailor.” Hugh tried not to puff up with pride. He didn’t want to knock any of the tailors over. Three were balancing on step stools and another on a small ladder behind him, draping over one of the final pieces of cloth.</p><p></p><p>The entire process was almost comical.</p><p></p><p>Thessa giggled again.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 2703393, member: 2012"] [I][B]A Festive Night begins:[/B][/I] Garth had instantly knew he’d have to convince Dabuk to go. He went to The Creeping Vine after the senate let out and waited for his son. It didn’t take long to realize Dabuk was going to avoid him at all costs. He and Mesik tracked his half-elven son down near the entrance into the tangles. Five minutes into the argument and Garth was already losing the fight. “I will not,” Dabuk knew he should have stayed in the tangles. “And you cannot force me to attend. I am not your slave or your dog.” “You will attend,” Garth kept his tone calm. “Or would you prefer that Lord LaMarche be insulted by your absence?” “Let him be insulted, I really don’t care what he thinks of me. And right now, I care even less about what you think.” “Dabuk, you’re being unreasonable. It won’t be that bad, and I’m sure there will be good food.” Mesik wanted to make sure Dabuk stayed out of trouble. “Please, don’t let me stop you from eating your fill, Mesik.” Dabuk had his own mission to accomplish while in Onaway, and he’d yet to find any time to do so. His grandfather had insisted on he and Mesik going along so that they could make a detailed report of the Onans’ city streets and clandestine organizations. Not for the lords and ladies of the Eastern Shores, but for the Tiger Guild of Fruen. Of course, Garth knew none of this, and the last thing Dabuk would do is explain to his father that Carl had sent him to act as a spy and information gatherer, not as a diplomat. “It’s more than that, and you know it.” Mesik, of course, knew of their obligations to the Tiger Guild, but thought the idea of skulking around in the night looking for signs of thieves’ guilds or worse, just a little too risky at this point. “Going to this function will aid more than just your father’s diplomatic mission. We’ll get a chance to learn more about Onan culture and what makes it tick. That way we’ll be less likely to make some political error while we’re here.” Dabuk immediately understood, but he knew he would just get in the hairfoot’s way. He was like a sword blade scraping against a rock when it came to such ‘parties’. He looked at Mesik, shaking his head. “And you really want me there to mess it up?” “Can’t you behave civil for one night?” Garth was beside himself. It was true he didn’t know why Dabuk and Mesik were really with him on this mission, but he knew he wouldn’t have liked the answer. He also knew that if Dabuk wasn’t by his side tonight then he’d have to explain why to Than LaMarche. He wasn’t looking forward to lying to the leader of the Onan people. “No,” Dabuk grinned. “You should know that about me by now. And don’t worry about me getting into trouble. I’m going into the tangles, for the night, with Bren and some of his friends. They’re having a ‘festive’ event of their own. All right?” It was a good cover. Bren was assigned to guard duty in the tangles, and wouldn’t be around to contradict Dabuk’s story. Plus, Dabuk had asked Bren to cover for him. He had told the tangle walker that he’d met a voluptuous human girl and would be spending the night carousing. To anyone who really knew him, it would have been an obvious lie, but Dabuk had refused to let Bren know him that well. He like the man, but that didn’t mean he was going to trust him completely. “Well, I guess that’s all right,” Garth felt some suspicion, but his mind let family ties win out. “However, I expect everyone else to attend. Understood, Mesik?” “Even Hugh?” Mesik wondered how the vonakyndra would handle the situation. “Yes, Lord LaMarche specifically asked for Hougwarth to attend. He’s a bit taken with Hugh’s stories, as are a lot of the Onan people.” “Okay, but he’s really going to stick out.” Mesik laughed. “Not as much as you would think. Everyone is to attend in traditional Onan attire. No exceptions!” Garth held up his hand, as Mesik was about to object. “Nuts.” Mesik looked sourly at Dabuk. “I hate wearing those bed sheets.” Dabuk grinned back at Mesik like the fox that had just escaped the hound. * * * [I][B]Being fitted in the Latest Styles:[/B][/I] Thessa watched on with some amusement, as six tailors tried in vain to find cloth large enough to fit Hougwarth. The vonakyndra stood just over 10 feet tall and seemed to be enjoying the attention. Lord LaMarche had sent the tailors to The Creeping vine too create garments for all the easterners, in the latest styles, using the best cloth available in the city-state. Thessa, Mesik, and Bactra had been easy to fit compared to the trouble the tailors were having at the moment. Garth had insisted on being fitted last, and with the warrior’s cut he’d seen many Onan soldiers in. At hearing this, Hugh had insisted on the same cut, which was making the tailors’ job even more difficult. Garth realized that his son would never have stood still long enough for one of these fittings, and was strangely glad that his son had talked him out of making the ranger go. Still, he wondered if he should send one of the local runners to check up on the boy part way through the evening. “Hugh, you have to hold still,” Thessa giggled. The gnome priestess was decked out in blue and purple silk. “I am trying my little friend, but this is not as easy as it looked when they were fitting you and the others." “Well, if you hadn’t insisted on the warrior’s cut then it would have been over by now.” Bactra – admiring his new white cotton Onan-style garment, with black highlights, in a nearby mirror – was looking forward to rubbing shoulders with Onan nobility. He hoped he didn’t make any serious gaffs tonight. Onan Festive Nights were known for strong drink and revelry so he wasn’t too worried. After a few hours, no one would care how he acted, at least that was what he’d heard. “Aye, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Hugh knew it was too late to change his mind, as the tailors finally making progress. Plus, they had considered designing such a cut for a large being as a great challenge. They would likely be insulted if he asked them to stop now. “It will be a fine design,” one of the tailors remarked. “You will be the hit of Festive Night.” “I look forward to wearing it with honor, Master Tailor.” Hugh tried not to puff up with pride. He didn’t want to knock any of the tailors over. Three were balancing on step stools and another on a small ladder behind him, draping over one of the final pieces of cloth. The entire process was almost comical. Thessa giggled again. * * * [/QUOTE]
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