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personal - GemStone IV Family Issues

Over the years I have been to so many weddings, festivals and other gatherings that have been no more than a footnote in my diaries.

I have decided to record these events from this time forward so that there is a formal record for posterity. When memory fails, the written word will prevail! On occasion, I will record my own feelings ( i.e. those of Bremerial's alter ego) along with Bremerial's own thoughts.

NB: OOC - Any logs included will be published using notepad which should make the information accessible to most.

EVENTS

- Ebon Gate 5109 -

- Krystanne's and Caleanon's Wedding 5109 -

- Highman Games 5110 -

- Grawood Festival 5110 -

- Mist Harbor Eastern Harbor Street Festival 5110 -

- Ebon Gate 5110 -

- Zifku's Vodka Drinking Game 5111 -

- Droughtman's Challenge 5111 -
             Challenger's view
             Best Heckles
             Key Moments

- Mist Harbor Anthem Ceremony 5111 -

- Ebon Gate 5111 -

- Ebon Gate 5112 -

- The wedding of Erienne and Nordred -

- Highman Games 5113 -

- Gweniveer and Japhrimel Wedding 5113 -

- River's Rest Pickle Festival 5113 -

- River's Rest Pickle Festival 5114 -

- River Rest Pickle Festival 5115 -

Day Two - Feastday, day 6 of the month Olaesta in the year 5113

I woke quite early and went to the caber toss field to get in enough practice to blow away the competitors who would be attending the contest later in the morning. However after a couple of hours of tossing cabers and patching up bruised limbs, I decided to do some hammer throwing instead.

HAMMER THROWING

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Plains]
Benches are scattered beneath trees for shade and protection from inclement weather. Devoid of snow and grass, large rocks lined up on the ground mark out lanes that lead up to bald spots on the land enclosed with stones in a circular pattern. A large 'X' painted in white is at the heart of the ring. To the sides of the tracks are huge racks holding hammers with different-sized handles. You also see a patch of white snow and a Hammer- Throw competition range.
Obvious paths: northeast, southwest

>look at rack
A variety of hammers rests on the rack.

>sw

>read sign
You try to read a warning sign, but the language is not one you know. It looks like it's written in Giantman.

>ne
>go range

Due to the amount of scroll caused by dropping spells, they will be stripped before you can pass through the range. Please attempt to enter again if you are willing to lose your spells.

>go range

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Plains]
Lacking grass and snow, strips of land have been cleared off and marked out with huge stones, forming wide paths that lead to barren patches of ground enclosed with stones in round patterns. At the heart of the circle, a huge 'X' has been painted in white paint. Beneath the canvas are multiple wooden stands housing hammers with an assortment of different handles. You also see a narrow path, a small placard and a large easel sign.
Obvious paths: out

>read sign
You try to read a large easel sign, but the language is not one you know. It looks like it's written in Giantman.

>l plac
Hastily erected next to the easel sign, the placard bears brief messages in the dwarven language.
There appears to be something written on it.
>read pla
In the Dwarven language, it reads:
Up the path to compete.
Exit by the benches.

>go path

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Hammer Throw]
Cleared of snow and marked off with huge stones, each Hammer Throw lane is shaped like a rather long thigh bone. Wide circular clearings anchor each end of a broad strip of bare ground. The closer of the two rings is the starting point, or throwing circle, while the more distant circle represents the target. A huge "X" painted in the center of the target is surrounded by dozens of divots, though only a few actually mar the white paint of the marking itself. You also see a scoreboard, a polished walnut plaque and a narrow path.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest

>read pla
There is an inscription at the top of the plaque. In the Common language, it reads:
Pick a range and throw a hammer!

>n

[T'Kirem Range]
Cleared of snow and marked off with huge stones, each Hammer Throw lane is shaped like a rather long thigh bone. Wide circular clearings anchor each end of a broad strip of bare ground. The closer of the two rings is the starting point, or throwing circle, while the more distant circle represents the target. A huge "X" painted in the center of the target is surrounded by dozens of divots, though only a few actually mar the white paint of the marking itself. You also see a scoreboard, a weapons rack with some stuff on it and a large rock.
Obvious paths: south

>take ham
You must start with the fifteen-lb. hammer and work your way up.

>look on rack
On the weapons rack you see a thirty-lb. hammer, a twenty-five-lb. hammer, a twenty-lb. hammer and a fifteen-lb. hammer.

>get hammer
The cost is 1000. You don't have that much.

>take scri
You remove a Borthuum Mining Company scrip from in your runed baldric.

>get hammer
Perusing the selection of hammers, you examine several before making your final selection. Testing the weight and balance of your fifteen-lb. hammer, you confidently stride to the center of the starting circle and move into the throwing stance.

An official calls out, "You have 30 seconds to make your throw, Bremerial!"

>throw hammer
You need to SPIN the hammer before throwing it.

>spin hammer
Usage: SPIN MY HAMMER [2, 3, 4, or 5 times]
The more spins, the greater the distance and chance of error.

As intermittent breezes stir the sylvan wilderness, it sounds as if the trees are whispering to the mountainside.

An official barks, "Who's next! Let's see some REAL hammer throwin'!"

>spin my hammer 3 times
You prepare to spin the hammer 3 times before you throw it.

>throw hammer
Setting yourself into motion, each footfall is precisely placed for maximum speed and balance. At the end of the first revolution, the hammer rises into the air, seemingly floating at your fingertips. Adjusting your pace and grip, you block out everything around you as you seek symmetry within the circle. Pushing off a little harder with your lead foot as you finish the second spin, you feel a part of yourself flowing into the hammer. At just the right moment, having completed the third revolution, you release your grip and the hammer flies free.

The extra spinning has made you slightly dizzy, degrading your throw.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her fifteen-lb. hammer throw is 609 feet!"

>read score

HIGH SCORERS
------------
The current leader is Roblar.
Roblar has a distance of 694 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.
Ortar has a distance of 422 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.
Dgry has a distance of 635 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.
Bremerial has a distance of 609 feet using a twenty-five-lb. hammer.

GREMLINS ATTACK HAMMER RANGE

Vanah whispers, "Something is going wrong."

You ask, "Wrong with what?"

Vanah suddenly fades into sight beside you.

You lean softly against Vanah.

Vanah says, "I'm not familiar with this game, gimmie a sec."

Vanah says, "It's just throwing screamers."

You say, "There's a hammer... and ale... nothing more ye need to know."

Vanah grins at you.

You grin at Vanah.

Vanah says, "AND HOW."

You chuckle.

Vanah points at a scoreboard.

>read score

Vanah says, "I don't think it's saving your hammer's weight."

You say, "Shhhh."

You say, "I wanna win."

Vanah grins.

Vanah asks, "Was it acting up at all on your end?"

You say, "Don't let technicalities get in the way of a dawaren ale drinker winning."

You say, "Aye."

Vanah grins.

You say, "Well the score on the board is not the one I was told I'd got."

Vanah nods.

You say, "Lets try this again."

Vanah says, "Leet meee seee."

Vanah exclaims, "No!!!"

Vanah says, "Give me a minute."

Vanah grins.

You chuckle.

You ask, "You couldn't have come back after my 1010 score?"

You stare at nothing in particular.

You cackle!

Vanah grins at you.

Vanah says, "I'm amused by all your posts."

You chuckle.

Vanah says, "I am pretty sure you're the GM in charge of these game."

You strut about.

You say, "That's between you and me."

You touch one finger to your lips.

Vanah snickers.

A shaft of scintillating light suddenly jumps out of the sky and strikes the ground next to you. The beam of light then explodes in a shower of sparks and Qortaz is standing in its place.

Qortaz winces.

Vanah glances at Qortaz and folds her arms over her chest.

Qortaz coughs.

Vanah exclaims, "Wait!"

Qortaz suddenly fades out of sight.

Vanah exclaims, "Maybe he can help!"

Qortaz suddenly fades into sight beside you.

Vanah exclaims, "Throw the hammer again!"

Qortaz raises an eyebrow.

>throw hammer
Setting yourself into motion, each footfall is precisely placed for maximum speed and balance. At the end of the first revolution, the hammer rises into the air, seemingly floating at your fingertips. Adjusting your pace and grip, you block out everything around you as you seek symmetry within the circle. Pushing off a little harder with your lead foot as you finish the second spin, you feel a part of yourself flowing into the hammer. At just the right moment, having completed the third revolution, you release your grip and the hammer flies free.

The extra spinning has made you slightly dizzy, degrading your throw.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 564 feet!"

Qortaz winces.

Vanah asks, "Is this the only hammer throw room?"

Qortaz says, "No."

Qortaz says, "I can fix this, one sec.. I think..."

Vanah says, "Are those from this games or the last games."

Vanah points at a scoreboard.

Vanah says, "Those scores."

You say, "These from this game."

Qortaz rubs his chin thoughtfully.

GameMaster Qortaz just went south.

GameMaster Qortaz just arrived.

Qortaz grumbles.

GameMaster Vanah just went south.

GameMaster Vanah just arrived.

Vanah says, "Your scores aren't being saved to the main scoreboard."

Vanah grabs your hand.

Vanah grabs Qortaz's hand.

GameMaster Vanah's group just went south.

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Hammer Throw]
Cleared of snow and marked off with huge stones, each Hammer Throw lane is shaped like a rather long thigh bone. Wide circular clearings anchor each end of a broad strip of bare ground. The closer of the two rings is the starting point, or throwing circle, while the more distant circle represents the target. A huge "X" painted in the center of the target is surrounded by dozens of divots, though only a few actually mar the white paint of the marking itself. You also see a scoreboard, a polished walnut plaque and a narrow path.
Also here: GameMaster Qortaz, GameMaster Vanah
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest

Vanah points at a scoreboard.

Vanah says, "No scores."

>read score
HIGH SCORERS
------------

You say, "Oh."

Qortaz says, "I can't remember if those are for official, or competition mode."

Qortaz rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Vanah says, "EITHER WAY IT IS CAUSING A PROBLEM."

Qortaz smirks.

GameMaster Vanah's group just went north.

GameMaster Vanah's group just went south.

Vanah asks, "Try again?"

An official calls out, "You have 30 seconds to make your throw, Bremerial!"

Your thirty-lb. hammer suddenly disappears!

A Highman Games official hands you some coins as a refund for not getting to make your last throw.

Qortaz blinks.

You blink.

Vanah says, "That wasn't 30 seconds."

You say, "" indeed."

Qortaz chuckles.

(I grab another hammer)

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 500 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

Vanah exclaims, "Throw better!!"

Qortaz asks, "How much is each game?"

>take ham
Sorry, Bremerial, you're registered as a player in Jirkirl's Hilltop, Hammer Throw, not here.

Vanah says, "1000. I'm gonna refund ya."

Qortaz nods

. Vanah says, "Let me just count to see how many hammers."

Qortaz says, "Was gonna say."

You ask, "Want me to try again?"

Vanah asks, "I see six. Does that seem right?"

Vanah says, "Yes please."

You say, "Interesting."

Qortaz asks, "Hm?"

You say, "A voice is informing me of the following."

You say, "And I quote."

You say, "Sorry, Bremerial, you're registered as a player in Jirkirl's Hilltop, Hammer Throw, not here."

Vanah spits out a muttered curse.

Vanah says, "What."

Qortaz sighs.

GameMaster Vanah's group just went south.

Vanah abruptly kicks at a scoreboard!

You ask, "Ok again?"

Vanah says, "Fine, try here."

You blink.

Vanah says, "HERE THAT, OFFICIAL? WE CAN PLAY ALONG WITH YOUR "RULES"

Qortaz says, "This isn't a game room."

You chuckle.

Vanah says, "There's no rack here."

Vanah says, "THIS IS NOT HELPFUL."

You say, "No rack at all."

Qortaz says, "This is the hub I believe."

GameMaster Vanah's group just went north.

Vanah says, "Onnne sec."

Vanah says, "It's not skipping the hub room like it should be."

GameMaster Vanah's group just went south.

Vanah exclaims, "But your name is on the scorboard now!!!!"

Vanah exclaims, "That's...sort of an improvement!!"

Qortaz says, "With a distance that she didn't throw."

Vanah says, "SHUT UP YOU."

GameMaster Vanah's group just went north.

Vanah asks, "Are there any OTHER games that you are excited to play while we try to figure this out?"

You say, "I can go stun myself with cabers." Vanah exclaims, "Yes! Cabers! Cabers are super fun!"

Vanah asks, "Can I please see your note?"

You chuckle at Vanah.

Qortaz says, "The competition starts at 11 too."

Qortaz nods to you.

Qortaz says, "Maye."

Qortaz says, "Err maybe."

Qortaz snickers.

(Vanah reemburses my loss due to referee error.)

Vanah exclaims, "Okay!"

You say, "Good luck both."

Vanah exclaims, "Off to cabers with you! Sorry to impede your practicing!"

Qortaz starts chuckling at you!

(I did return some time later to complete my hammer throwing, only to find that the path was now barred to all adventurers.)

>go path
The narrow path appears to be closed.

>glance path
You glance at a narrow path.

>roar path
You roar at the path!

I did hear the following announcement:

A crier announces, "The Hammer Throw is up and running again! Try your hand at qualifying for the championship tomorrow!"

.... but by the time I returned to the hammer area the path was cordened off once more.

CABER TOSSING CONTEST

A young giantman lopes by shouting, "Come one, come all! The Caber Toss championship starts soon!"

(I rushed to the caber tossing field)

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Caber Toss]
While half of this clearing is still cluttered with the stubs of long-ago chopped trees, the remainder has been carefully cleaned of stumps, roots, and other impediments. Tiered modwir benches overlook runways that are outlined in white paint and extend the length of the hazard-free section, ending abruptly at the edge of a deep crevasse. A pyramid-like arrangement of logs rests on the other side of the chasm. You also see a caber toss field and some large iron basket torches.
Also here: Dendum, Jeralyn, Jeril, Neovik who is sitting, Vaikar

Clan Leader Keffan just arrived.

Keffan says, "Good day, all."

Dendum blinks at Keffan.

Dendum nods.

Neovik nods to Keffan in greeting.

Keffan nods at Neovik.

Keffan smiles.

Vaikar waves.

Keffan waves.

Jeafwsian nods to Keffan in greeting.

Keffan says, "We'll give folk a few more minutes to arrive."

Dendum quietly says, "Well, they are all drunk and passed out..."

Keffan chuckles.

Keffan asks, "Aye, that's ta be expected, eh?"

Jeafwsian says, "The dwarfs may be passed out."

Keffan asks, "Are ye all here ta compete? Or some just ta watch?"

Keffan grins at Jeafwsian.

As intermittent breezes stir the sylvan wilderness, it sounds as if the trees are whispering to the mountainside.

Jeralyn says, "Watch."

Neovik says, "I'm here to compete."

Jeafwsian says, "Just don't have the capacity."

Dendum intoxicatedly says, "If it is ta be expected...why did you schedule it so early."

Keffan nods.

Keffan begins chuckling at Dendum!

Speaking to Dendum, Keffan says, "If yer nay drunk, competin's no fun."

You say, "I am consistent at this game - 11, 13, 13, 15, 13, 22 - consistently bad."

Keffan starts chuckling at you!

Neovik starts chuckling at you!

Keffan grins.

Keffan just nudged Dendum.

(I take some advice to locker my armor and rush back to Teras to do that, returning within 7 minutes. I return back panting and excited)

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Caber Toss]
Also here: Lord Roblar, Nindon, Vaulk, Morden, Olgretien, Jeril, Lady Chastittee, Urshan, Jeafwsian, Clan Leader Keffan, Dendum, Jeralyn, Neovik, Vaikar
Obvious paths: north, east

You pant.

Roblar turns to you and cheers!

Dendum points at you!

Speaking deeply to you, Roblar says, "Almost missed it."

Roblar shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

You say, "That journey is short to Teras - until ye against the clock."

You grin as Jeril tickles you.

You say, "Then it feels like hours."

>cac You cackle!

Neovik nods to you.

Roblar nods in agreement to you.

Dendum arranges his posture and features in a perfect imitation of you!

Speaking deeply to you, Urshan says, "Raise yer hand."

Keffan says, "I have six competitors as follows...."

You raise your hand.

Keffan taps Jeril lightly on his shoulder
. Keffan taps Olgretien lightly on his shoulder.
Keffan taps Jeafwsian lightly on his shoulder.
Keffan taps Neovik lightly on his shoulder.
Keffan taps Dendum lightly on his shoulder.
Keffan taps Urshan lightly on his shoulder.

Morden raises his hand.

Roblar raises his hand.

Keffan says, "Aye, three more."

Keffan grins.

Jeril raises his hand.

You say, "And me."

Keffan says, "That's ten. Let's see if I have ye all."

(We all join Keffan's group as he counts the number of competitors.)

Keffan asks, "All joined?"

Clan Leader Keffan's group just went over to a caber toss field.

[Jirkirl's Hilltop, Caber Toss]
Scraped clean of snow all the way down to dirt level, a long narrow lane is delineated by long stripes of white paint set with white-painted pebbles. A chasm lies at the far end of the runway, and a row of yellow warning flags has been hammered into the ground about two giantman-strides short of its edge. You also see a scoreboard, a newly-painted sign, a caber toss referee and some modwir benches a short distance away.
Also here: Lord Roblar, Vaulk, Morden, Olgretien, Jeril, Urshan, Jeafwsian, Dendum, Neovik, Vaikar, Zuun, Clan Leader Keffan
Obvious paths: none

Keffan says, "Need ta reset the scoreboard."

You see Clan Leader Keffan.
He appears to be a Giantman of the T'Kirem Clan.
He is tall and appears to be in the prime of life. He has brooding grey-green eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder length, thick golden brown hair with lighter streaks. He has a weathered face, a flaring nose and a grizzled beard.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an intricate mithril aemikvai dangling a dark red-green bloodstone, a magnificent elk hide mantle, a sinew necklace strung with bear claws, an oiled leather baldric, a loose dove grey linen shirt, an oxblood and amber plaid greatkilt, a full mask badger sporran, a bone-toggled woven seagrass basket, and a pair of roan centaur hide boots trimmed with dangling fox tails.

Keffan says, "All set."

And The Contest Begins

Keffan points at Jeril.

Keffan exclaims, "Yer up first!"

The caber toss referee has a few words with Jeril.
A caber toss referee barks, "Alright, a new competitor!" Then drags a large caber over to Jeril.
Grasping it by the broad end, Jeril heaves his burden over his head as he walks forward, adjusting his grip with each movement. As the caber finally reaches a perpendicular position, Jeril settles his stance and concentrates on keeping it upright.

Jeril kneels down.

Jeril kneels and laces his fingers under the narrow end of the caber, propping it against his shoulder. Leaning into the caber, Jeril takes a deep breath and exhales as he begins to stand. The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but Jeril manages to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber. With a great grunt Jeril pushes the caber off his shoulders and balances it upright in his hands!

Keffan says, "If yer new ta this, read the sign. It'll give ye the basics."

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Jeril, TOSS the caber down the course!"

Jeril carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Jeril crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

Keffan winces.

Jeril chuckles.

Speaking to Jeril, Keffan exclaims, "That's no way ta start!"

Jeril stands up.

Urshan deeply exclaims, "Grab that again!"

Jeril agrees with Keffan.

(Jeril attempts to toss the caber again)

Jeril loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. The damage to his arm seems minimal.
... 10 points of damage!
Bones in right arm crack.

Keffan winces.

Neovik winces.

Jeril squints.

A pained expression crosses Roblar's face.

(Jeril throw again)

Speaking to Jeril, Keffan exclaims, "Heave that caber!"

Speaking deeply to Jeril, Roblar commands, "Put yer back into it!"

Neovik says, "He'll still get the top score on the score board this round."

Jeril carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.
....Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! That throw definitely soared above the rest.

Keffan applauds.
Urshan adopts an agreeable expression.

Vaikar gasps.

Keffan says, "Well done."

Urshan deeply exclaims, "Nicely done!"

Morden says, "Nae bad fer as drunk as yeh are."

(Jeril prepares to throw again.)

Jeril's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 10 points of damage!
Smash to the kneecap.

Keffan winces.
Morden grunts.
(Jeril lifts the caber again) Jeril carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Jeril watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.

... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Jeril's ears to ring!

Jeril chuckles.

Roblar shakes his head at Jeril and clucks his tongue.

Urshan winces.

(Once again Jeril picks up the caber)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Jeril crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

Keffan says, "All right, I've some questions being asked. All competitors should be free of enhancements. Spells, items, and so on."

Morden asks, "What o' focusin our strength fer an important surge?"

Keffan says, "Aye, natural abilities kin be used."

(Jeril attempts one more push)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Jeril watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.

... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Jeril's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.

A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."

A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 43 points."

Keffan exclaims, "Next!"

Competitor 2 - Burlin

Keffan points at Olgretien.

Jeralyn just arrived at some modwir benches a short distance away.

The caber toss referee has a few words with Burlin.

A caber toss referee barks, "Alright, a new competitor!" Then drags a large caber over to Burlin.

Olgretien deeply says, "Um."

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Burlin, GET the caber!"

Burlin melodically says, "Sorry."

Burlin's cheeks flush a deep shade of dark rose.

Olgretien deeply exclaims, "Go ahead, yur in it now!"

Olgretien grins.

(Burlin prepares for his first throw)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Burlin watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Burlin's ears to ring!

Keffan winces.

Burlin laughs!

Burlin struggles to stand, but fails.

Burlin melodically says, "Perhaps."

Burlin melodically says, "I should have visited my locker first."

Burlin stands up.

Dendum starts chortling.

Keffan says, "Burlin, we're workin on a championship here. I did not have ye in the list."

Burlin nods at Keffan.

Burlin melodically says, "Ah was reading the sign."

Burlin melodically says, "Since i got here late."

Keffan chuckles.

Burlin melodically says, "Thought i was supposed talk to the ref."

Keffan nods.

Vaikar chuckles.
Roblar snorts!

Burlin blushes and babbles a few incoherent words, looking sincerely flustered.

Neovik snickers.

Keffan says, "Finish yer turn."

Dendum quietly exclaims, "Throw your stick!"

Burlin nods at Keffan.

Keffan asks, "Is anyone else joining?"

(Burlin tosses his caber)

Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

Keffan says, "Olgretien is next."

Keffan says, "After Burlin finishes his turn."

Burlin melodically asks, "What?"

Burlin melodically asks, "Again?"

Burlin grumbles.

Keffan nods at Burlin.

Keffan grins.

Burlin melodically exclaims, "I just did a good one!"

Jeril begins chuckling at Burlin!

Burlin folds his arms over his chest.

Dendum starts chortling.

Keffan chuckles.

(Burlin throws again)

Speaking quietly to Burlin, Dendum exclaims, ""You don't defeat the bear just because you have an arrow in it, stamina!"

Burlin loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. The damage to his arm seems minimal.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow raises a welt on Burlin's right arm.

Speaking to Burlin, Jeafwsian says, "Now do it again with one that hasn't been hollowed out inside."

Burlin grunts.

(Burlin attempts to raise the caber again.)

Burlin loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. ... 10 points of damage!
Bones in left arm crack.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.

A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."

A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 16 points."

Burlin chuckles.

Keffan applauds.

Keffan chuckles.

Burlin melodically exclaims, "Times up!"

Burlin melodically says, "Thanks for the try."

You say, "Ummm 16. That's around what I normally get."

nod at Burlin.

Keffan bows to Burlin.

Keffan grins.

Burlin melodically says, "I ought not to come late the next thing."

Neovik grins at you.

Jeril grins at you.

Competitor 3 - Olgretien

The caber toss referee has a few words with Olgretien.

A caber toss referee barks, "Alright, a new competitor!" Then drags a large caber over to Olgretien.

(Olgretein lifts the caber) Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, Olgretien abruptly halts his forward momentum by squatting frog-like and heaving his arms up over his head. The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Olgretien knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

Urshan deeply exclaims, "Nice thraw!"

(Olgretien lifts again)

Just when it looked as if he was about to succeed, Olgretien's face turns purple and his knees begin to fold. As if that weren't bad enough, the caber flies up in the air, describing a perfect arc before descending directly on Olgretien's head!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Olgretien's ears to ring!

Urshan winces.

(Olgretien raises the caber again.)

That was some throw! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

The caber toss referee nods and drags the caber back over to Olgretien and says, "Have at it again!"

So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

Keffan nods at Olgretien.

Keffan grins.

You beam happily at Olgretien!

Jeril chuckles.

(Olgretien lifts again.)

The weight is just too much for Olgretien. In a futile attempt to retain control, Olgretien uses his head to steady the caber before crashing to the ground. That had to hurt!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Olgretien's ears to ring!

Keffan snickers.

(One more heave!)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Olgretien watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Olgretien's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.

A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."

A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 36 points."

Urshan heavily pounds one of his fists into the other, producing a loud clap.
Burlin applauds.

Urshan deeply exclaims, "Only 36!"

Olgretien sticks out his tongue and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from his lips!

Keffan applauds.

Jeril chuckles.

Dendum snaps his fingers.

Urshan glances at a caber toss referee.

Competitor 4 - Jeafswian

The caber toss referee has a few words with Jeafwsian.

A caber toss referee barks, "Alright, a new competitor!" Then drags a large caber over to Jeafwsian.

Keffan exclaims, "Jeafswian!"

Nikuhla says, "Hold that."

With a great grunt Jeafwsian pushes the caber off his shoulders and balances it upright in his hands!

Keffan says, "Neovik, start limberin up. Yer next."

The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Jeafwsian knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

(Second toss of the caber)

Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

Roblar glances warily at Jeafwsian.

Roblar deeply says, "He guud."

Dendum blinks at Jeafwsian.

(Third throw for Jeafwsian)

Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! That throw definitely soared above the rest.

Roblar gazes up into the heavens.

Urshan blinks.

Keffan grins.

(Fourth toss of the caber.)

Swaying back and forth in a desperate attempt to get the caber under control, Jeafwsian seems resigned to the impending doom which soon sends shockwaves through his skull.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Jeafwsian's ears to ring!

(Fifth toss of the caber)

Just when it looked as if he was about to succeed, Jeafwsian's face turns purple and his knees begin to fold. As if that weren't bad enough, the caber flies up in the air, describing a perfect arc before descending directly on Jeafwsian's head!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Jeafwsian's ears to ring!

Keffan winces.

(Sixth toss of the caber)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Jeafwsian crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 52 points."

Keffan applauds.

Roblar holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Keffan says, "Well done."

Urshan deeply exclaims, "New lead!"

Keffan coughs.

Jeril says, "Bet we could get some nice distance with him."

Burlin applauds.

Nikuhla says, "Whoa."

Dendum applauds.

Vaikar says, "Wow."

Keffan says, "Well done."

Neovik applauds Jeafwsian.

Urshan pounds Jeafwsian with his fist.

Chastittee applauds.

Competitor 4 - Neovik

Keffan exclaims, "Neovik!"

Neovik kneels down.

Keffan says, "Dendum, ye'll be after Neovik"

With a great grunt Neovik pushes the caber off his shoulders and balances it upright in his hands!

Speaking to Neovik, Nikuhla says, "Watch you don't smash yer head."

Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, Neovik abruptly halts his forward momentum by squatting frog-like and heaving his arms up over his head. The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Neovik knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

(Second Throw)

Thrown with unquestionable symmetry and style, the caber comes to rest in an almost perfect position. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! That throw definitely soared above the rest.

(Third Throw)

Neovik concentrates deeply for a moment.

Swaying back and forth in a desperate attempt to get the caber under control, Neovik seems resigned to the impending doom which soon sends shockwaves through his skull.
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
He is stunned!

Keffan winces.

Chastittee winces.

Dendum winces.

Neovik grins.

Nikuhla says, "Oaf."

Morden grunts in pain.

A pained expression crosses Aubriella's face.

Neovik stands up.

Keffan says, "Stunnin performance."

Keffan chuckles.

Nikuhla laughs!

Chastittee snickers at Keffan.

(Fourth Throw)

Neovik carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Neovik's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 7 points of damage!
Torn muscle in Neovik's left leg!

(Fifth Throw)

Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

The caber toss referee nods and drags the caber back over to Neovik and says, "Have at it again!"

Keffan exclaims, "Once more!"

(Sixth Throw)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Neovik crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 5 points of damage!
Jarring blow to Neovik's back.

(Seventh Throw)

Kneeling low to the ground, Neovik leans the caber against his shoulder so that his hands can be shifted into the proper position for lifting. Veins stand out on his forehead and his jaw muscles clench in determination as he slowly attempts to stand. Muscles working in harmony as they strain against gravity and the weight of the caber, Neovik hardly breaks a sweat as he succeeds in raising the caber. You hear a loud *POP* come from Neovik's muscles!

Neovik loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. ... 10 points of damage!
Bones in left arm crack.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."

A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 47 points."

Chastittee glances over at Neovik and winces.

Aubriella applauds.

Nikuhla nods.

Neovik wildly flails his arms about, momentarily obscuring himself in a cloud of volcanic soot and ash.

Keffan applauds.

Dendum nods.

Neovik cackles!

Keffan says, "Nicely done."

Competitor 5 - Dendum

Keffan exclaims, "Dendum, grab that caber!"

Keffan says, "Urshan, start loosenin up."

(First Throw)

The caber toss referee has a few words with Dendum.

Dendum quietly exclaims, "Oi give me a stick fool!"

Keffan smiles at Dendum.

Keffan chuckles.

The weight is just too much for Dendum. In a futile attempt to retain control, Dendum uses his head to steady the caber before crashing to the ground. That had to hurt!
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
He is stunned!

Keffan snickers.
Chastittee raises an eyebrow.

Aubriella winces.

Urshan winces.

(Second Throw)

Dendum loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. ... 5 points of damage!
Blow raises a welt on Dendum's left arm.
Dendum's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 7 points of damage!
Torn muscle in Dendum's right leg!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.

A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."

A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 0 points."

Dendum falls over.

A caber toss referee grins and says, "Should have seen the gnome try earlier, it was hilarious."

Aubriella says, "This game is painful."

Aubriella appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Competitor 6 - Urshan

The caber toss referee has a few words with Urshan.

A caber toss referee barks, "Alright, a new competitor!" Then drags a large caber over to Urshan.

The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Urshan knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

(Second Throw)

Keffan says, "Bremerial, ye'll be after Urshan."

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Urshan, PUSH the caber off yer chest!"

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Urshan watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Urshan's ears to ring!

(Third Throw)

Urshan's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 10 points of damage!
Smash to the kneecap.

(Fourth Throw)

Swaying back and forth in a desperate attempt to get the caber under control, Urshan seems resigned to the impending doom which soon sends shockwaves through his skull.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Urshan's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 18 points."

Urshan bellows a guttural series of oaths.

Keffan applauds Urshan.

Chastittee applauds.

Urshan grunts.

Speaking to Urshan, Jeafwsian says, "At least you beat the gnome."

Urshan deeply says, "Aye, if'n yer would."

Competitor 7 - Bremerial

Keffan exclaims, "Bremerial, yer up!"

>get cab
In a series of smooth, swift motions, you heft the broad end of the caber over your head, then gracefully shift your hands downward along its length as you walk the caber forward into an upright position.
Roundtime: 6 sec.

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Bremerial, RAISE the caber up!"

Keffan says, "Morden is after Bremerial."

Burlin applauds you.

You kneel down.

Kneeling low to the ground, you lean the caber against your shoulder so that you can slip your hands beneath it and lock your fingers into the proper support position for lifting. Veins stand out on your forehead and your jaw muscles clench in determination as you slowly attempt to stand. The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but you manage to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber.
Roundtime: 5 sec.

>push cab
With a great grunt you push the caber off your shoulders and balance it upright in your hands!
Roundtime: 5 sec.

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Bremerial, TOSS the caber down the course!"

>l cab
The caber leans precariously to the right.

>lean on cab
You lean the caber carefully, trying to center its weight.

Your lose your grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. The damage is minimal, but your right arm sure smarts!
... 3 points of damage!
Blow raises a welt on your right arm.

You grumble.

Aubriella glances over at you and winces.

Aubriella says, "Go Brem go."

(Throw Two)

Keffan says, "Lots of muscles poppin today."

Keffan exclaims, "Too much time liftin mugs, not enough liftin logs!"

Keffan grins.

Aubriella exclaims, "Logs are hard!"

Aubriella nods at Keffan.

Keffan nods at Aubriella.

>toss cab
Trying to keep the caber in balance, you charge forward, running a short distance before planting your feet in a deep squat. As the caber starts to rise off your shoulder, you add momentum to the toss by using your legs to push downward while your arms naturally follow through over your head. The caber flips into the air, narrow end over broad, until the heavier end hits the ground and the caber topples like a falling tree. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

(Throw Three)

Keffan chuckles.

Aubriella says, "Bigger than they look."

Keffan says, "Aye, that's the point."

Aubriella folds her arms, grasping her shoulders.

Keffan grins.

Burlin applauds.

Aubriella applauds you.

Jeafwsian says, "Its the soot weighing her down."

Speaking to Keffan, Morden says, "Yeh nae seen the size o' our mugs."

You pant.

Keffan chuckles.

Keffan grins at Morden.

Speaking to Keffan, Morden says, "Filled ta the top.. yeh cae train fer this and drinkin' at the same time."

Morden says, "And endurance fer the slalom a'erwards."

Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, you halt your forward momentum by squatting like a frog poised for a jump. The unfeeling caber, which would be smirking at your stance if it were within its power to do so, rises upward from your shoulder further propelled by the movement of your arms. You call that follow through? Fortunately for you, the caber seems to know its task and flies gracefully through the air, toppling as it should after completing one revolution. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

(Fourth Throw)

Keffan exclaims, "Heave that thing, lass!"

Dendum blinks at you.

You grunt, motioning for a drink.

Speaking to you, Keffan says, "Show em how it's done."

Keffan grins.

The balance shifts suddenly, forcing you to bang the caber hard against your left arm and dropping it to the ground. Ouch, that hurt!
The damage to her arm seems minimal.
... 10 points of damage!
Bones in left arm crack.

Keffan winces.

Chastittee winces.

Keffan says, "Not that way..."

(Fifth Throw)

>toss cab
Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, you halt your forward momentum by squatting like a frog poised for a jump. The unfeeling caber, which would be smirking at your stance if it were within its power to do so, rises upward from your shoulder further propelled by the movement of your arms. You call that follow through? Fortunately for you, the caber seems to know its task and flies gracefully through the air, toppling as it should after completing one revolution. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. That throw definitely soared above the rest.

Fleurs gazes in amazement at you.

(Sixth Throw)

>push cab
Your fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring your right leg in the process.
... 10 points of damage!
Smash to the kneecap.

Keffan says, "Ouch."

Chastittee winces.

You cackle!

(Seventh Throw)

Kneeling low to the ground, you lean the caber against your shoulder so that you can slip your hands beneath it and lock your fingers into the proper support position for lifting. Veins stand out on your forehead and your jaw muscles clench in determination as you slowly attempt to stand.

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, you crumple under the strain. Ow! There went your back!
... 5 points of damage!
Jarring blow to your back.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 41 points."

Neovik applauds you.

Keffan applauds you.

Keffan exclaims, "Worthy effort!"

Competitor 8 - Morden

Keffan exclaims, "Morden!"

Keffan says, "Roblar, yer after Morden."

That was some throw! That throw definitely soared above the rest.

(Throw Two)

Keffan says, "Just remember, yer bigger than the caber. Well... maybe not."

Morden's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 10 points of damage!
Smash to the kneecap.

(Throw Three)

Keffan grins.

Morden winces.

Jeril glances over at Morden and winces.

Morden says, "SHould hae gone when it wae close."

Keffan chuckles.

Morden grunts tiredly.

As the caber starts to rise off his shoulder, he adds momentum to the toss by pushing with his legs while his arms naturally follow through over his head. The caber flips through the air, narrow end over broad, until the heavier end hits the ground and the caber topples like a falling tree. A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

(Throw Four)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Morden watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
He is stunned!

Keffan winces.

Evia says, "Ow."

Aubriella winces.

Dendum winces.

Morden slowly empties his lungs.

Keffan says, "Another stunnin... er, nevermind."

Keffan chuckles.

Aubriella says, "Oh dear."

Evia exclaims, "Suck it up!"

Evia roars!

(Throw Five)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Morden crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

(Throw Six)

Keffan says, "Come on, ye can do it."

Morden carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. Landing well down the field, the throw is one of the longest we've seen! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

Keffan chuckles.

Dendum lets out a cheer!

Burlin melodically says, "Ooo."

Morden pants.

Nikuhla says, "No resting."

(Throw Seven)

Morden grunts angrily, glaring and snorting.

Morden kneels down.

Keffan exclaims, "That's right, get mad at that caber!"

So close and yet... he manages to drop the log!

Keffan winces.

Aubriella winces.

(Throw Eight)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Morden watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Morden's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 52 points."

Keffan applauds.

Aubriella gasps.

Aubriella applauds.

Burlin applauds.

Evia applauds Morden.

Neovik applauds.

Vaikar says, "Wow." You applaud.

Keffan exclaims, "We have a tie!"

Neovik says, "A tie."

Competitor 9 - Roblar

Keffan says, "Roblar, show em you can do better."

Keffan grins.

The caber toss referee has a few words with Roblar.

Keffan says, "Vaulk, start warmin up those joints. Yer after Roblar."

Vaulk cracks his knuckles!

Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, Roblar abruptly halts his forward momentum by squatting frog-like and heaving his arms up over his head. The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Roblar knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. So smooth was the arc of the caber that it seemed to float the final inches to the ground before coming to rest, feather light, barely a finger's breadth from its desired course. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! The lift on that throw was simply amazing!

Vaulk stretches.

(Throw Two)

(Throw Two)

Keffan points down the field and says, "Toss it THAT way, lad!".

Keffan grins.

The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but Roblar manages to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber.
So close and yet... he manages to drop the log!

Keffan winces.

Roblar scowls.

Keffan says, "Butterfingers."

Neovik grins.

(Throw Three)

Keffan shakes his head at Roblar and clucks his tongue.

Nikuhla smirks.

Neovik begins chuckling at Keffan!

Dendum blinks.

Keffan chuckles.

Thrown with unquestionable symmetry and style, the caber comes to rest in an almost perfect position. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! The lift on that throw was (Throw Four)

Keffan says, "Eh, not bad."

Keffan grins.

Roblar loses his grip, but can't manage to catch the caber before it falls. The damage to his arm seems minimal.
... 3 points of damage!
Blow raises a welt on Roblar's right arm.

(Throw Five)

Keffan says, "Butt over boots, lad, then raise it up."

Morden roars!

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Roblar crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 3 points of damage!
Jarring blow to Roblar's back.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 43 points."

Keffan winces.

Keffan applauds.

Burlin winces.

Roblar growls something vile beneath his breath.

Competitor 10 - Vaulk

Keffan says, "Vaulk, yer up."

Keffan says, "Vaikar, yer after Vaulk."

You say, "43 is good! but pushes me down dagnabit."

Roblar shakes his head.

Vaulk kneels down.

You stare at Roblar.

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Vaulk watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Vaulk's ears to ring!

>l score
+--------------------------------+
HIGH SCORES
+--------------------------------+
Jeafwsian 52
Morden 52
Neovik 47
Jeril 43
Roblar 43
Bremerial 41
Olgretien 36
Urshan 18
Burlin 16

Vaulk 13

Speaking to Vaulk, Keffan exclaims, "Point it the other way!"

Urshan chuckles.

(Throw Two)

A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

(Throw Three)

Vaulk's fingers give way and the caber slips to the ground, injuring him in the process.
... 10 points of damage!
Smash to the kneecap.

(Throw Four)

The weight is just too much for Vaulk. In a futile attempt to retain control, Vaulk uses his head to steady the caber before crashing to the ground. That had to hurt!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Vaulk's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 13 points."

Keffan winces.

Keffan applauds.

Morden says, "A grunt a'er cae help too."

Keffan says, "Nice try."

Keffan grins.

Morden grunts tiredly.

Competitor 11 - Vaikar

Keffan says, "Vaikar, yer turn."

Vaikar says, "Hmm."

Keffan says, "Burlin, ye'll be next."

Vaikar nods.

You exclaim, "Go Warrior!"

Vaikar carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Keffan shakes his head at a caber toss referee and clucks his tongue.

Vaikar carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Vaikar watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Vaikar's ears to ring!

Neovik winces.

(Throw Two)

Vaikar carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Vaikar crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

(Throw Three)

A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. What it lacked in precision, it gained in distance. That was some throw! That throw definitely soared above the rest.

(Throw Four)

Thrown with unquestionable symmetry and style, the caber comes to rest in an almost perfect position. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

(Throw Five)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Vaikar watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Vaikar's ears to ring!

Keffan exclaims, "Doin' well, Vaikar, toss that caber!"

Neovik begins chuckling at Vaikar!

(Throw Six)

A caber toss referee grunts, "C'mon Vaikar, PUSH the caber off yer chest!"

Urshan chuckles.

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Vaikar watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
He is stunned!

Keffan winces.

Chastittee winces.

Neovik says, "Ouch."

(Throw Seven)

The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but Vaikar manages to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber.

Keffan chuckles.

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Vaikar watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from his hands.
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Vaikar's ears to ring!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 43 points."

Vaikar scowls.

Keffan applauds.

Neovik applauds.

Keffan says, "A nice effort indeed."

Jeril chuckles.

You say, "Darn it - pushed further down."

Jeril says, "Fourty-three seems a popular number today."

Competitor 12 - Nikhula

Keffan says, "Nikhula, y er up."

Keffan chuckles.

Running forward in a rather ungainly fashion, all the while attempting to keep the caber erect and balanced, Nikuhla abruptly halts his forward momentum by squatting frog-like and heaving his arms up over his head

Keffan says, "Zuun, ye'll be after Aubriella."

Keffan chuckles.

(Throw Two)

Zuun nods.

Nikuhla carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

A final bit of finesse is evident as the caber bounces lightly and holds position precisely on the intended path. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. No finesse, but that toss sure was a high one!

(Throw Three)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Nikuhla crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

(Throw Four)

Just when it looked as if he was about to succeed, Nikuhla's face turns purple and his knees begin to fold. As if that weren't bad enough, the caber flies up in the air, describing a perfect arc before descending directly on Nikuhla's head!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Nikuhla's ears to ring!

Nikuhla lets out an eloquently vile series of grunts.

(Throw Five)

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Nikuhla crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 3 points of damage!
Jarring blow to Nikuhla's back.

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 27 points."

Keffan winces.

Keffan applauds.

Keffan exclaims, "A good try!"

Competitor 13 - Aubriella

Keffan exclaims, "Aubriella, grab ye a caber!"

Aubriella gulps.

Keffan says, "Zuun, warm up those muscles."

Aubriella exclaims, "Here goes!"

The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but Aubriella manages to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber.

(Throw Two)

Aubriella beams!

Keffan says, "Nice toss."

Aubriella pants.

Aubriella says, "That thing was heavy."

Aubriella grins.

The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Aubriella knew what she was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. Thrown with unquestionable symmetry and style, the caber comes to rest in an almost perfect position. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. That throw definitely soared above the rest.

(Third Throw)

Aubriella gasps.

Keffan grins at Aubriella.

Aubriella lets out a cheer!

Aubriella raises her fist defiantly.

Aubriella asks, "Who said clerics couldn't toss?"

(Third Toss)

The weight is just too much for Aubriella. In a futile attempt to retain control, Aubriella uses her head to steady the caber before crashing to the ground. That had to hurt!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to the head causes Aubriella's ears to ring!

Keffan folds his arms over his chest.

Aubriella says, "Ow."

Keffan grins.

A pained expression crosses Roblar's face.

Keffan chuckles.

(Fourth Throw)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Aubriella watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from her hands.
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
She is stunned!

(Throw Five)

Totally unable to find the right pattern of motions to get the caber under control, Aubriella watches with both fascination and dread as the caber topples from her hands.
... 10 points of damage!
Hearty smack to the head.
She is stunned!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 25 points."

Keffan applauds Aubriella.

Chastittee applauds.

Neovik applauds Aubriella.

Aubriella pants.

Aubriella says, "At least I got two in."

Competitor 14

Keffan exclaims, "Zuun, yer turn!"

Speaking to a scoreboard, Aubriella says, "Last, but I made it on."

Speaking to Zuun, Keffan exclaims, "Fifty-two's the score ta beat!"

Zuun grunts.

Aubriella raises her fist defiantly.

Speaking to Zuun, Morden says, "Or tie."

Zuun kneels down.

Keffan grins.

Keffan chuckles.

Zuun carefully leans the caber, trying to center its weight.

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Zuun crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 3 points of damage!
Jarring blow to Zuun's back.

Morden winces.

Keffan exclaims, "Not that way!"

Zuun groans.

Keffan shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Keffan chuckles.

(Throw Two)

Speaking to Zuun, Keffan says, "Try again."

Zuun stands up.

The caber flies through the air, almost making it appear that Zuun knew what he was doing, and topples to the ground after completing one revolution. Thrown with unquestionable symmetry and style, the caber comes to rest in an almost perfect position. With a resounding *ka-thunk*, the caber settles into a long-distance scoring position. That throw definitely soared above the rest.

(Throw Three) The caber toss referee nods and drags the caber back over to Zuun and says, "Have at it again!"

Simply unable to bear the weight of the caber, Zuun crumples under the strain and grabs at his back!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.

Keffan winces.

Zuun groans.

(Throw Four)

Speaking to Zuun, Nikuhla says, "Shake it off mate."

Jeril chuckles.

Zuun nods.

Speaking to Zuun, Keffan exclaims, "Lift with yer knees, not yer back!"

So close and yet... he manages to drop the log!

Morden grunts.

Keffan winces.

Morden grunts pensively, deep in thought.

Zuun groans.

(Throw Five)

The weight of the tall caber is awkward and unwieldy, but Zuun manages to maintain control, finally succeeding in raising the caber.

So close and yet... he manages to drop the log!

A caber toss referee starts to looks impatient.
A caber toss referee retrieves the caber and says, "Alright, let's give someone else a chance now."
A caber toss referee nods and says, "Not a bad round, I'll say it's worth about 23 points."

Zuun mutters under his breath.

Aubriella winces.

Keffan applauds.

Neovik applauds Zuun.

Evia applauds.

Aubriella applauds.

Nikuhla applauds.

Speaking to you, Zuun says, "Yeah, we'll go with that."

Zuun nods.

>l score
+--------------------------------+
HIGH SCORES
+--------------------------------+
Jeafwsian 52
Morden 52
Neovik 47
Jeril 43
Roblar 43
Vaikar 43
Bremerial 41
Olgretien 36
Nikuhla 27
Aubriella 25

Keffan chuckles.

Fleurs applauds.

Chastittee giggles.

TIE BREAKER!

Morden asks, "So fer a tiebreaker....I toss him, he tosses me?"

You ask, "I am fourth from last. Do I get a prize?"

Roblar deeply exclaims, "Go agin!"

Aubriella giggles at you.

Keffan exclaims, "Jeafwsian and Morden, step forward!"

Speaking to Jeafwsian, Morden asks, "ROshambo ta go first?"

Keffan says, "Morden, yer first this time."

Morden holds his hand out towards Jeafwsian, palm upward and holding his other hand which is balled into a fist, inviting Jeafwsian to roshambo.

Keffan chuckles.

Keffan says, "Or that."

Keffan folds his arms over his chest.

Keffan grins.

Keffan snickers.

Roblar grins.

Neovik chuckles.

Tie break results

Morden = 43
Jeafwsian = 54

You say, "Well done. only Jeafwsian could win after knocking himself out."

Keffan exclaims, "Jeafwsian is our grand champion! Morden takes second place, and Neovik third!"

Jeralyn applauds Jeafwsian.

You say, "Very well done."

Keffan applauds.

Aubriella applauds.

Keffan exclaims, "Well done, all! You're all winners!"

Speaking to Keffan, you say, "We're all winners? - ok can you lighten my stuff please.

Aubriella giggles at you.

Jeril laughs at you!

Keffan starts chuckling at you!

You grin at Keffan.

Keffan recites:
"Attention, please!"

Keffan says, "Let's step outside the competition field."

Clan Leader Keffan's group just went over to some modwir benches a short distance away.

Keffan says, "A bit noisy in there with all the cabers fallin and such."

Keffan grins.

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