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Having completed my first three volumes of my diary I was content to put down my quill. They were designed to recount my days attaining warrior guild status. However two chance comments have made me consider picking up the quill once more. The first was a conversation with Lyllenyn

Lyllenyn's player whispers, "I enjoyed your diary... why did you stop writing it?"
You quietly whisper to Lyllenyn, "Time constraints..and also...the diary was to cover the period between joining and mastering guild. So stopped when mastered
(OOC) Lyllenyn's player whispers, "Ah. Well, that's too bad. It was fun to read."

The following day I met up with an old friend Jazlique:

Jazlique softly says, "I also read some of your moments in here and they were brilliant."
You softly say, "You've convinced me. I am definitely gonna continue it."

So you now know who to blame for my continued scrawlings. I commence my diaries having visited the trainer over 80 times.







I have been alternating my hunts between the Rift and the Bowels. The Rift I find - particularly Plane 3 - is very good hunting for warriors. I can hit everything there without spells and stance dancing enables me to survive pretty well. I have to say the community there is excellent. Everyone pitches in on rescues and there is a communal attitude to herbs that I just love. However learning is slow. Conversely Bowel hunting seems to be an extension of hunting in and around the landing. Less communal perhaps but better learning, with the ability to sit in town in a node and absorb absorb absorb!
On a bright note, I managed to get my 90th rank in multi opponent combat. This not only adds to my redux but enables me to hit the Jarl with 4 repetitive shots. Fantastic.



Ever had one of those good new, bad news days? Well today was one of mine. Except this was a good news, bad news, good news day.
Ok, the good news is that multistriking four focussed blows is an excellent subdue technique. The bad news is that I managed to pop my muscles doing it excessively without consideration for my stamina. The final good news it that my rt is no greater with 4 focussed attacks than it is for 3.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!
You swing a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore at an Illoke elder!
AS: +472 vs DS: +371 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +8 = +145
... and hit for 26 points of damage!
Powerful slash just cracks the Illoke elder's shield arm!
The Illoke elder is stunned!

You swing a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore at an Illoke elder!
AS: +472 vs DS: +371 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +27 = +164
... and hit for 30 points of damage!
Left hand mangled horribly.

You swing a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore at an Illoke elder!
AS: +472 vs DS: +371 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +46 = +183
... and hit for 49 points of damage!
Slashing blow to chest knocks the Illoke elder back a few paces!

You swing a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore at an Illoke elder!
AS: +472 vs DS: +360 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +48 = +196
... and hit for 59 points of damage!
Weak diagonal slash catches the Illoke elder's left knee!
It is dislocated.

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position. You hear a loud *POP* come from your muscles! Roundtime: 12 sec.



When hunting today I came across a Jarl that took the time to converse with me. If I remember rightly the interaction was something like this:

An Illoke jarl blinks dazedly a moment before shaking off the stun!
An Illoke jarl yells, "I shall grind Bremerial into dust for you my lord Illoke!"

Now call me old fashioned but that's just rude!



I've decided that I am going to petition the town council for free locker space! I am not a member of a particular house and don't feel the need to join one just for the additional locker space. On average I can pay 290 coins for locker use in Moot Hall. This is far to excessive. I have a claidhmore and a pipe tobacco habit to support.. (Filthy habit..don't do it kids! [Public service announcement over]) I think it should be free to citizens of the Landing. Free locker space! Free locker space!



Ok - I wear leggings and a nifty little bodice. And yet I still get referred to a 'HE'. I died in the bowels today (not my fault - was ganged up against by 10...no 100 Jarl!) I heard someone call out for assistance on my behalf.

[Voln - Domidor] "bremerial fell in bowels, can anyone get him"

Ok what do I need to do? Hunt naked? Wiggle while I walk? It's not as if I have a beard anymore! So I am just going to have to climb the moot hall with a placard that reads:
          Say it loud...
          Female and proud!



Someone approached me today and said: (Quote): "Can't wait until I am as old as you. Nothing can hurt me then!" Well all I can say to that is 'Oh contrare my little elven friend'! If that was true, someone forgot to tell the Jarl! Coming back from my hunt, and having given up waiting for an empath to respond to my requests for healing in TSC, I took a good look at my wounds:

You have minor bruises about the head, minor bruises on your neck, some minor cuts and bruises on your right arm, some minor cuts and bruises on your left arm, some minor cuts and bruises on your right leg, some minor cuts and bruises on your left leg, some minor cuts and bruises on your right hand, some minor cuts and bruises on your left hand, minor cuts and bruises on your chest, minor cuts and bruises on your abdominal area, minor cuts and bruises on your back, and a bruised left eye. You have some old neck wounds, a mangled right arm, a mangled left leg, several painful-looking scars across your chest, and several painful-looking scars across your back.

Invulnerable? I think not! And that's half the fun. No matter how old you get, you can always die, always face new challenges, always have fun...even if it is a tad painful at times.



It can take the smallest things sometimes to cause the biggest damage. Not a claw or a sword... but a little bitty ol' rock. I thought it was David that was supposed to have the rock...not Golliath!

A greater earth elemental slaps the ground spraying rocks and dirt everywhere!
Luxrious is struck by a large rock!

... 19 points of damage!
Strong shot to head messes up brain fatally.

* Luxrious drops dead at your feet!

The ghostly voice of Luxrious quietly says, "Um."



Well I know my recent entries seem to be all doom and gloom at the moment but this was so different a death to anything I have seen that I had to include it. At the point of making this entry I have no idea what hit us.

Dreuntar gestures at a greater earth elemental.
CS: +483 - TD: +399 + CvA: +25 + d100: +64 == +173
Warding failed!
Dreuntar blasts a greater earth elemental for 26 points of damage.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to abdomen. Looks painful.

** The air around you suddenly explodes into flame! **

You are scorched with searing flame!
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to abdomen. Feels painful.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to right eye. You blink back the tears.
... 3 points of damage!
Minor burns to right arm. That hurts a bit.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left leg burns skin bright red.
... 20 points of damage!
Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea. More than you ever wanted to see.
You are stunned for 4 rounds!
Dreuntar is scorched with searing flame!
Some ragged sea green full leathers partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to neck chars skin. Yuck!
He is stunned!
Some ragged sea green full leathers partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
The resistance on the sea green full leathers seems to have faded.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left arm burns skin bright red.
... 25 points of damage!
Left hand fried to a crisp. Think barbecue sauce.
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to right arm. Gonna need lots of butter.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to head catches ears on fire! Yeeoww!
... 30 points of damage!
Extreme heat causes Dreuntar's left leg to expand and snap. That must hurt!

* Dreuntar drops dead at your feet!
An Illoke elder is scorched with searing flame!
The heat wafts over the Illoke elder with little effect.
The heat wafts over the Illoke elder with little effect.
The heat wafts over the Illoke elder with little effect.
The heat wafts over the Illoke elder with little effect.
A greater earth elemental is scorched with searing flame!
... 10 points of damage!
Minor burns to left hand. Ouch.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to left leg. That hurts a bit.
... 10 points of damage!
Minor burns to right arm. That hurts a bit.
The earth elemental is knocked over by the blast!
You are still stunned.
The ghostly voice of Dreuntar says, "Well damn it."



Today I attended the wedding of my friends Dreuntar and Seamusian. [Wedding Scroll.]



Sounds cruel, but I just love the more potent blows

You lunge towards the aivren, intending to finish it off!
You make a vicious slash with your mithril claidhmore at its neck!
Cleanly decapitated! The aivren's head is thrown several feet back by the force of the blow!



I am going to keep my nose out of the personal relationships that people have in the lands. To do otherwise leads to a whole parcel of trouble. If the two people to whom this relates ever read this, they'll know what I'm talking about. Life is just too short to envelope myself in the troubles of others when there's good hunting to be done! if I ever take sides, pass comment or in any way shape or form do anything more than assume a neutral stance, then slap me. Consider me the Switzerland of GemStone IV...without the yodeling!



I recently entered the mist harbor booze-thon competition in the hope of producing a new alcoholic beverage that would be drunk in the lands. My fingers are crossed. In any event, this is my entry for two drinks.

Well we have just the competition results and I am pleased to say that I am one of the winners. I am looking forward to seeing my drink gracing the lips of adventurers from now til eternity.



Today I received the prizes won for my competition entry. I was also reminded that the rules regarding alterations can be obtained by entering the word 'ALTER'.



    Seamusian's body decays into compost.

I can't believe I didn't give Seamusian lifekeep! We were hunting in the Bowels when we died. I received a chrism raise but Seamusian died before her raise. I assumed she had self preserved but clearly not. {{grumble}}



Well it seems Edwina will be distributing citizenship pins to citizens of the landing. Well not to toot my own horn here but this is a suggestion I remember making myself as part of a submission made to the town council (on 15 of the month Eorgaen in the year 5106) of plans for the redesign of the Thrax room.



Today I had a pet chase me down - undoubtedly Dreuntar's. I was wondering why he had been so stand-offish recently and why today both he and his rogue Ubadiah had glanced at me and not said anything. Well the pet provided the answer.

Dipping into a lazy dive, the white-bellied hawk glides to the ground and lands.

A sleek white-bellied hawk says, "You ignored me for well over a month, no need to greet or say hi now. You've had ways of getting in touch and chose not to use them. I'd appreciate it if you kept up the past history and did so."

Oh brother! Give me a break  please  I suppose I could have chased after the hawk - or more accurately the hawk's owner. But to be quite honest, life is just too short to deal with other people's paranoia. I hope in time he'll make the distinction between failing to actively seek out a person and ignoring them and remember that in any event, communication is a two way process. Anyway, all these plots and sub plots and inferences derived from inaction are making my dwarven head spin. Lets get back to what really matters........
Hunting and Dwarven Ale!



I have entered yet another competition. Today it was confirmed that my entry, along with many others, was accepted. The results should be out in a weeks time or so. Addendum: I wasn't one of the winners. Now I know this is going to sound like bad sportsmanship, but I am really disappointed that I didn't win! Oh well.

On an unassociated note, I saw and hunted with Seamusian for the first time in absolutely ages today. Not seen much of her for the past couple of months so it was a wonderful surprise when she came to my usual table. Not only was it incredibly fun hunting together (bringing back memories of old times) but strangely, neither of us died!



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