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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 2813540" data-attributes="member: 2012">Intense Revelry:The streets of the city-street of Onaway transformed from a place of hardship and tedious work into a full-blown night of feasting, singing, dancing, and heady oratories. Wine and mead flowed from secret caches kept for this one night, and all were free to partake in the best that Onan society has to offer.Garth Tigerstorm quickly learned that Festive Night was “Bacchanalian” in every sense of the word. Love flowed as freely as wine in many parts of the city-state and guards were only on hand to keep the peace, not to arrest those partaking in a little too much love and wine. Young Onan nobles used this night to sample the wares of the Outer District. Such practices were frowned upon by the older generation, but tolerated.Besides, they could not very well admonish their sons and daughters for partaking in the same revel that they once did in their youth.The streets of the Outer District were filled with people from sundown to sunup, while the streets of the Central District were a little less congested. Garth noticed that while all were free to partake in Festive Night, not all were allowed to do so within the confines of the Central District. The division of class may have allowed for slumming, but only rarely for the opposite. A few young men and women of the Outer District, who cleaned up well and were attractive, who caught the eye of an Onan noble were given the honor of spending Festive Night in the Central District.Garth found the entire evening, and the populaces’ debauchery, distasteful. A festival was one thing, but practicing such hedonism was another. He bore the night grimly, smiling when he had to and trying not to retch at other points in the evening. He did not partake in the more lurid and insisted that the others behave themselves accordingly. He had little too worry about, as his companions were also shocked at the behavior of the Onans. At least, most of his companions were.Early on, Thessa had retired to her room in The Creeping Vine. Garth had learned, the next day, that she’d spent a lot of the night casting silence on her room. Mesik had been shocked, but not overly surprised, as humans tended to be quite different from region to region. He spent the night roaming from banquet to banquet eating a great amount of food and trying not to get drunk.Hougwarth took much of the evening’s revel in stride, as he was still unaccustomed to the behavior of human society. He was worried that he might have to participate and was relieved when Garth told them not to get involved in the baser proceedings. The real test, for Garth, had been keeping Bactra out of trouble. The young elf had always been intrigued by different human cultures and he’d often got into trouble in the city of Fruen.Garth tried not to laugh as he remembered one incident where Bactra found himself entangled in a love triangle with a young noblewoman and her maid. Garth and Dabuk had barely saved the wizard from the noblewoman’s three rather large brothers. That event had been near scandalous throughout Fruen. Garth knew Bactra rarely restrained himself, as elves tended to not worry about the moment too much.Garth looked for the elven wizard, in the surrounding crowd, as he tried not to look bored as an elderly Onan noblewoman tried to seduce him. He couldn’t see Bactra anywhere.“Damn, where did he disappear to now,” the noblewoman didn’t even hear him, continuing to prattle on in drunken stupor. She didn’t even notice when Garth stepped away.*                                        *                                        *</blockquote>

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