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<blockquote data-quote="The803" data-source="post: 1969516" data-attributes="member: 23183">Any party large enough to open a gate to the World Serpent is bound to start at either the Civic Festhall of the Sensates.&nbsp; By the time the three of you thread your way through Sigil's winding streets to the Clerk's Ward, a crowd of several hundred sods has gathered there.Casks of bub, carried by muscular bariaur, are already threading their way through the crowd, pouring only for berks with a turtle shell.&nbsp; Githzerai guards flex their knotted muscles and practice their humorless gazes at the crowd as they move through it like sharks.The word slowly trickles in as Andarin tries to get the dark of the occasion;&nbsp; a string of ramshackle houses and buildings, along the Clerks' Ward edge of the Hive, are being torn down against the wishes of those who make their kips there (most are squatters, but a few are charitable bloods who give shelter for one reason or another).The party is to run in a line from place to place, and there's much argument in the crowd as to who is sponsoring the whole business; the hivers who want to protect their homes with an unending celebration or the landlords what want their homes torn apart by the revelry.&nbsp; The Xaositects, who have gathered here in force, don't care; it promises to be a party to remember.Looking around, Jurgen notices a conspicuous absence of fiends other than the occasional tiefling.&nbsp; Rhys notices a large number of fey in the crowd.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The803, post: 1969516, member: 23183"] Any party large enough to open a gate to the World Serpent is bound to start at either the Civic Festhall of the Sensates. By the time the three of you thread your way through Sigil's winding streets to the Clerk's Ward, a crowd of several hundred sods has gathered there. Casks of bub, carried by muscular bariaur, are already threading their way through the crowd, pouring only for berks with a turtle shell. Githzerai guards flex their knotted muscles and practice their humorless gazes at the crowd as they move through it like sharks. The word slowly trickles in as Andarin tries to get the dark of the occasion; a string of ramshackle houses and buildings, along the Clerks' Ward edge of the Hive, are being torn down against the wishes of those who make their kips there (most are squatters, but a few are charitable bloods who give shelter for one reason or another). The party is to run in a line from place to place, and there's much argument in the crowd as to who is sponsoring the whole business; the hivers who want to protect their homes with an unending celebration or the landlords what want their homes torn apart by the revelry. The Xaositects, who have gathered here in force, don't care; it promises to be a party to remember. Looking around, Jurgen notices a conspicuous absence of fiends other than the occasional tiefling. Rhys notices a large number of fey in the crowd. [/QUOTE]

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