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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 -

HAMMER THROWING AGAIN.

I took a second opportunity to visit the hammer throwing area, relieved that any problems identified earlier had been seemingly rectified.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 604 feet!" Roundtime: 5 secs.

>read score

HIGH SCORERS
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The current leader is Roblar.

Roblar has a distance of 679 feet using a twenty-lb. hammer.
Evia has a distance of 451 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.
Jeafwsian has a distance of 554 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.
Jainna has a distance of 421 feet using a twenty-five-lb. hammer.
Bremerial has a distance of 607 feet using a thirty-lb. hammer.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 637 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 594 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 631 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 629 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 601 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 555 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 620 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 643 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 596 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 633 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 633 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 643 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 587 feet!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

(Then came the screamer!)

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

Morden asks, "Gettin' used ta the giantmen hammers?"

Morden flashes a wide grin.

>take thir ham
Perusing the selection of hammers, you examine several before making your final selection. Testing the weight and balance of your thirty-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!"

>put scrip in my bal
You put a Borthuum Mining Company scrip in your runed baldric.

>spin my hammer 2 times
You prepare to spin the hammer 2 times before you throw it.

>throw hammer
Each precise footfall planned for maximum speed and balance, you begin to rotate within the throwing circle. By the end of the first revolution, the hammer is lifted into the air, its weight almost negligible on your fingertips. Minute adjustments to body position and grip poise the hammer in position for release. Completing the second full circuit, you trust your instincts and let the hammer fly. That felt like an incredibly good throw.

An official calls out, "Bremerial's distance on her thirty-lb. hammer throw is 718 feet!"
An official calls out, "That's the new high score!"
Roundtime: 5 secs.

Content with the score I left to rest and prepare for the much heralded drinking game

DRINKING GAME

[Volstrun's Whetter, Barroom]
Mismatched barstools showing signs of disrepair face a stained and badly damaged bar, which stands at the back of the taproom. Hanging on a peg behind the bar is a loaded heavy crossbow, and a quiver filled with bolts leans against the wall. Soot streaks blacken the walls where torches that provide some illumination to the room are chained. A narrow staircase leads to the second floor. You also see a big arch, a fat black cat, a large sign, a cheeky blond barmaid and a heavy wooden table.
Obvious exits: north, east, south, out

Clan Leader Griva just arrived.

>l gri

You see Clan Leader Griva the Clan Leader of the Grevnek Clan.
She appears to be a Dwarf of the Grevnek Clan.
She appears to be long in the tooth. She has dark chestnut eyes and tanned skin. She has short, braided russet hair caught in a casual roll at the nape of her neck by some whimsical golden gopher hairpins. She has a long braided beard.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a small diamond-encrusted ale keg hung with a calligraphic sign that reads BOB, a burnished mithril-studded harness, a crystalline cavern pin, a reinforced inky leather vest over a drawstring blue wool tunic, a pair of tanned hide mining gloves, some dark grey rolton wool trousers, and a pair of thick invar-toed boots.

Griva squints.

Roblar nods in greeting at Griva.

Jeril nods to Griva in greeting.

Griva grunts in greeting.

Griva exclaims, "Who's here ta drink?!"

Roblar taps himself on the chest.

Griva removes a small diamond-encrusted ale keg hung with a calligraphic sign that reads BOB from her neck.

Roblar throws his head back and howls!

Griva raises her yellow ale keg in a toast!

Evia raises her hand.

Evia roars!

Jeril raises his hand.

Airini raises her hand.

Aubriella raises her hand.

You raise your hand.

You say, "For the drink and the men."

Griva says, "Who's competing? Dwarves and giants only."

Jeril raises his hand.

Maurra raises her hand.

Evia raises her hand.

Aubriella raises her hand.

Roblar raises his hand.

Airini raises her hand.

Neimie raises his hand.

You raise your hand.

Griva says, "If yer competin' join me." You say, "Winner gets to take Jeril home."

Griva says, "I need to keep track of yas."

Jeralyn looks over at you and shakes her head.

Speaking to you, Jeralyn says, "I don't think so."

You say, "Loser gets to take Jeril home twice."

Gweneivia softly says, "Winner gets to stay conscious, so won't wake up next to Jeril."

Speaking to you, Jeralyn says, "I don't think so."

Griva says, "Lessee."

Jeril chuckles.

You grin at Jeralyn.

Evia starts chortling.

Speaking to Dendum, Griva says, "Sorry bud, ya ain't a dwarf or giant, so ya can't compete officially."

Speaking quietly to Griva, Dendum says, "Oi I know, fear is a powerful thing but do not worry I do not drink that much."

Griva exclaims, "Hokay!"

The Rules

Griva exclaims, "These are the rules!"

Griva says, "First, ya sit at the table."

Griva says, "Then ya pay the fee. To be fair, make it 2000 silver."

Griva whispers to the group, "The syntax is PAY 2000."

Griva says, "Then."

Griva says, "Once ya'll are at the table."

Griva says, "The barmaid's gonna serve ya drinks."

Griva says, "Ya got 30 seconds from when she serves them fer you to drink."

Griva says, "If ya don't drink, yer out."

Griva says, "If ya drink and pass out, yer out."

Griva says, "Last three standing get prizes."

Griva says, "Last person upright is the winner."

Griva asks, "Got it?"

(We all nod, snort and grin in acknowledgement.)

A cheeky blond barmaid grins and yells, "We have a competition! I'll be serving various drinks each round. Those of you playing will need to drink your drink within 30 seconds of being served or you will be eliminated."

The Game Starts.

*Round One*

You exclaim, "Good luck all - may your thirst be unquenchable and ye legs hollow!"

Speaking to her yellow ale keg, Griva says, "This'll be fun."

Roblar starts chuckling at you!

Dendum fidgets.

Griva grins.

Jeril laughs at you!

Maylan thumps her driftwood pegleg on the floor in three rapid successions.

Griva exclaims, "Don't ferget to drink!"

Jeril says, "I am always thirsty."

Griva exclaims, "Drink, ya sots!" Aubriella tilts her mead back and empties it down her throat. She then laughs hysterically.
Jeril takes a huge gulp from his mead. The corners of his mouth bulge with the amount of liquid inside.
Maurra pours her mead into her mouth and gurgles it.
As Roblar quickly drinks his mead, he appears to be staring at something invisible on his head.
As you quickly drink the mead, you think -- just for a moment -- that you see stars circling your head.
Airini rapidly guzzles her mead. She leans to one side, then to the other, all the while not focusing on anything in particular.
Neimie speedily guzzles his mead, then hollers while turning around in several circles.
Evia practically throws her mead into her mouth. She coughs several times, as if choking on the drink.
Maylan rapidly guzzles her mead. She leans to one side, then to the other, all the while not focusing on anything in particular.

Griva hums a seemingly random tune.

Dendum recites quietly:
"For fear of dwarven pride
and the giantman temper
The gnome was denied
a chance to enter."

Jeralyn giggles.

Dendum raises his fist defiantly.

Jeril laughs at Dendum!

Maurra wiggles her ears at Dendum.

(No lightweights. Everyone is still standing!

*Round Two*

You say, "Need some good dwarven ale."

Jeril grins at you.

With the ease of a knowledgeable drinker, you let the beer flow down your throat in a quick rush.

Griva yells, "Drink!"

*Round Three*

As you pour the beer into your mouth, small streams of liquid dribble out of the corners of your mouth. You quickly wipe them up and into your mouth.

Griva recites:
"Down dat beer!"

*Round Four*

You practically throw the ale into your mouth, nearly choking on it. You cough several times to clear your throat.

Azimar asks, "Anyone taking side bets?"

Griva says, "Driiiiink."

Gweneivia softly says, "I think Dendum said 10k on Bremerial."

Jeril chuckles.

You cackle!

Gweneivia softly says, "But we haven't actually established someone to, you know, pay out."

You say, "Kiss of death."

You grumble.

*Round Five*

Aubriella asks, "How many rounds so far?"

Griva exclaims, "Drink!"

As you quickly drink the whiskey, you think -- just for a moment -- that you see stars circling your head.

Jeril says, "This could take a while."

Jeril snickers.

*Round Six*

You energetically guzzle the beer and let out a whoop of sound right in the middle of it. Somehow not choking, you manage to finish the drink.

Griva hums a seemingly random tune.

You say, "This reminds me of my second birthday party."

Griva starts chortling.

Azimar snickers.

You grin as Jeril tickles you.

*Round Seven*

As you pour the whiskey into your mouth, you gurgle it for a moment before swallowing.

Speaking to her yellow ale keg, Griva says, "Looks like the competitors got some good livers."

Griva nods to a small diamond-encrusted ale keg hung with a calligraphic sign that reads BOB.

Speaking to Gweneivia, Azimar asks, "Is there a place to get a proper drink, rather than something just shot sized?"

Jeril grins at Griva.

Gweneivia's group just went north.

*Round Eight*

You take a swig of your whiskey and tap the glass as you finish it up.

*Round Nine*

Griva exclaims, "Keep going!"

Azimar asks, "Anyone eliminated yet?"

Jeril says, "No."

*Round Ten*

Airini says, "Tough crowd."

Azimar says, "Going to be a while with a table full of dwarves and giants."

Airini shifts her weight.

Griva exclaims, "Big livers!"

Jeril chuckles.

Maurra grins.

You take a swig of your ale, tilting the glass back so that you get every last drop. You feel unsteady for just a moment.

Griva nods.

Griva twiddles her thumbs.

Griva raises her fist defiantly.

*Round Eleven*

Griva asks, "Who's gonna win?"

Griva squints.

Gweneivia softly says, "Maurra."

Dendum points at you!

Laelithonel giggles.

Griva exclaims, "Drink!"

As you quickly drink the whiskey, you think -- just for a moment -- that you see stars circling your head.

Griva exclaims, "Someone slump!"

Roblar belches.

Griva raises her fist defiantly.

Speaking to Griva, Airini asks, "Are you volunteering?"

Airini hums a seemingly random tune.

Griva says, "Wouldn't be fair if I competed against ya."

Griva hums a seemingly random tune.

Airini chuckles.

You chuckle at Griva.

*Round Twelve*

Griva exclaims, "Drink!"

As you quickly drink the mead, you teeter from one side to the other for just a moment. Nothing to worry about.

*Round Thirteen*

Griva exclaims, "Drink!"

~First Person Down~

Maylan's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

>drink my whisk
You energetically guzzle the whiskey and let out a whoop of sound right in the middle of it. Somehow not choking, you manage to finish the drink.

Roblar deeply exclaims, "One down!"

Maylan rolls over in her sleep.

Aubriella says, "She's an aelotoi."

Maylan snores rhythmically in her sleep.

Griva says, "The winged one passes out! No surprise."

Griva starts chortling.

*Round Fourteen*

Griva exclaims, "Drink!"

You take a swig of your mead, and it warms you as it runs down your throat.
You see the world spin crazily in front of you, and as you feel yourself start to go round-and-round with it, you suddenly realize that you're on the floor and can't feel a thing.
Your mind goes completely blank.

(And I am out!)

Airini's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

(Arini is out!)

Roblar grins at you.

Evia gasps.

Jeril glances at Airini.

Roblar deeply exclaims, "Giants!"

Griva exclaims, "First one out!"

You say, "Noooooooooo."

Griva rubs you tenderly.

Somewhere in the reaches of your mind you hear a voice say, "Looks like Bremerial can't hold her liquor." You then feel a heavy boot hit your backside, and shortly thereafter, a rush of cold water is all around you. As you tilt one eye open, y ou hear another voice call, "Get out! Get up and get out! Game's over for you, Bremerial!" It is only at this moment that a shivering icy cold overtakes you, and you realize someone has dumped a bucket of ice on you.

Gweneivia rubs you tenderly.

You exclaim, "Someone spiked my drinks!"

Gweneivia softly says, "With alcohol."

Gweneivia nods to you.

You stare at a cheeky blond barmaid.

*Round Fifteen*

Speaking to Jeril, Maurra says, "Its on now, sir."

Griva exclaims, "Competiton's getting fierce!"

Griva exclaims, "Six left!"

Neimie's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.

Griva exclaims, "Five!"

Aubriella's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

Griva exclaims, "Four!"

Maurra's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

Griva exclaims, "Three!"

Dendum recites quietly:

"The two ladies were the first to fall
the only one remaining the most manly lady of all"

Gweneivia softly says, "Dangit."

Jeril says, "Going out like lights."

Griva exclaims, "Our top three!"

Griva exclaims, "Who will be on top?!"

A cheeky blond barmaid exclaims, "Awwww, what a shame. No one is left sitting. What a bunch of ninnies! Looks like I get to keep all these coins."

Gweneivia blinks at a cheeky blond barmaid.

Drink Off with Last Three!

Griva says, "Well, we're gonna have a drink off between these three."

Griva recites:
"This is the finals!"

Azimar asks, "So who is in the final drink off?"

Aubriella says, "Only giants left."

Aubriella sighs.

You quietly whisper to Aubriella, "My drinks were spiked - and that's the story I am sticking to."

You've finally sobered up.

Griva paces back and forth.

Airini appears to have sobered up.

Griva exclaims, "So exciting!"

Griva raises her fist defiantly.

Speaking to Griva, Aubriella says, "It would be more exciting if there were dwarves left."

*Round One & Two - Play Offs*

Griva yells, "Drink!"

Evia, Jeril and Roblar survive

*Round Three - Play Offs*

Roblar spills his drink!
[gasp]

Roblar turns his midnight black whiskey upside down, pouring the midnight black liquid all over the floor.

Roblar scowls.

Roblar deeply says, "Um."

Roblar deeply says, "Mine fell."

Gweneivia laughs at Roblar!

Jeril chuckles.

Maylan chuckles.

Roblar bellows a guttural series of oaths.

Gweneivia softly exclaims, "You missed your mouth!"

Roblar deeply says, "What da."

Griva stares at Roblar.

A cheeky blond barmaid shakes her head at Roblar, "Looks like you didn't drink within the time limit, so you didn't stand up to the challenge!" She easily shoves at Roblar, forcing him to stand.

Roblar bellows a guttural series of oaths at a cheeky blond barmaid.

Griva exclaims, "Bad luck!"

Griva exclaims, "Third place fer Roblar!"

*Round Four, Five, Six, Seven & Eight - Play Offs*

Jeril and Evia still standing!

*Round Nine - Play Offs*

Griva exclaims, "Who will win?!"

Evia says, "Evia."

Jeralyn says, "Jeril."

*Round Ten - Play Offs*

Jeril and Evia still standing!

*Round Eleven - Play Offs*

Evia takes a swig of her beer and taps the glass as she finishes it up. Evia's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

Jeril adopts an agreeable expression.

Roblar bursts out in a resounding cheer!

Jeralyn turns to Jeril and cheers!

Griva exclaims, "Winnar!"

Jeralyn looks at Jeril and squeals.

Speaking loudly to Evia, Dendum says, "Nooo."

Evia awakens startled.

Griva carefully brushes the volcanic ash and soot off Evia.

Jeralyn gives Jeril a lingering kiss.

A slim barmaid enters with a bucket of ice in her hand. She says, "Looks like Evia can't hold her liquor." She proceeds to pour the ice over Evia, trying to sober her up. The blond barmaid calls out, "Get out! Get up and get out! Game's over for you, Evia!"

Jeril gives Jeralyn a lingering kiss.

Azimar applauds.

Griva lets out a cheer!

Maylan starts chortling.

Speaking deeply to Jeril, Roblar says, "Guud drinkin."

Speaking deeply to Evia, Roblar says, "Both of yas."

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