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(This is a news letter that was posted in the town square of my pc's capital city regarding the rather humorous events that happened when the pcs decided to hold a winter solstice festival honoring both Desna and Erastil. I equated this to trying to cram a wandering band of hippies into the same space as the Amish.)
Insanity overtook the town last night at the Winter Solstice Festival. The good folk of Erastil gathered along the river bank yesterday for a traditional feast in honor of Old Dead-Eye when the feast was joined by a traveling Varisian caravan. The Varisians brought fourth a gift that was not well received by the men and women of Erastil. They unloaded chests, that the townsfolk mistook for food, only to unleash a plague of butterflies. While this display was indeed dazzling to the eye, many found that their food was a little less appetizing when covered with colorful insects; however the noble Cheif Sootscale and his kobold folk only seemed enticed by the additives to their feast. Moments of solemn prayer were interrupted by loud music, dancing, and the burning of questionable enchanted herbs. Things only escalated when our great Dwarven general, Nizbin, was seen running and screaming naked through town. Nizbin was subdued and taken home, where he could still be heard screaming, by Sir Akiros. The royal council gathered at this residence to discuss further plans regarding the festival. King Lucious assures to the people that there will be no unrest next year as the festivals will be held on separate ends of the river bank.