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personal - GemStone IV EAST HARBOR FESTIVAL 5010


- 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 -
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             Best Heckles
             Key Moments

- Mist Harbor Anthem Ceremony 5111 -

- Ebon Gate 5111 -

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- 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 -

Mist harbor Eastern harbor Street festival 5110

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HUNTING AND MIANDERING - 26th of Phoenatos

I continued today where I left off, with some considerable amount of hunting. It was excellent to stretch the muscles and let loose on a few Island radicals. I did realise, much to my disgust, that I had sold the gem that Whuid had provided during the warrior raffle. Today was a hunting day.

The rest of the day was far from relaxing but was certainly uneventful. I was unsuccessful in three raffles and two queues for alterations. I learned more about spikes on armors. And I interacted with more of the tourists.

I would mark this day as interesting for three reasons. The first was the realization of just how disgusting Trallihn is. Someone really needs to do something about those hairy warts and obnoxious smells. And why he even bothers to bow is beyond me

You see Trallihn.
He appears to be a Dwarf.
He is stooped and appears to have one foot in the grave. He has wrinkly-cornered milky blue eyes and leathery liver-spotted skin. He has wrinkly, pallid scalp devoid of hair that is peppered with bulbous moles, each sprouting a handful of wirey grey hairs that stick out in odd directions. He has a pock-marked and haggard face, a crooked wart-tipped nose and a long, matted brown beard heavily streaked with oily grime and singed in various places along its tangled length.

Trallihn bows deeply to Geltrude, bringing his right arm in at the waist. As he completes his bow, his back lets loose a loud series of cracks! Grunting sharply as though in pain, he puts his left hand to the small of his back, grimacing as he stands upright again.

Why he bothers to bow, is beyond me. Must be incredibly painful and I wouldn't want to get the view from the back as he bends!

The second reason the interaction between Whuid and Moredin was quite amusing. It began when Wallbeard was selected to win spikes for his armor during a Spike raffle.

Cryheart yells, "Should be one more!"
Through a large pine-framed arch, you hear Whuid yell, "Shush yuu!"

Moredin yells, "You shush moron!"

Moredin stares off into space.

Moredin yells, "Yeah you screwed up my leathers...I want a refund!"

Huckster Whuid just came through a large pine-framed arch.

Moredin stares at Whuid.
Whuid glares at Moredin.

Moredin exclaims, "Yeah you!"

As Whuid raises his runestaff skyward, scintillating sparks play across its faewood surface.

Moredin points at Whuid.

Moredin exclaims, "Your huckster in training stinks!"

Moredin nods to Whuid.

Moredin says, "Botched the raffle."

Whuid's jaw drops.

Moredin says, "So I vaporized him."

Moredin nods to Whuid.

Moredin says, "He wont trouble you again."

Whuid mumbles something under his breath.

Whuid points at a raffle table.

Whuid asks, "Ya mean dis tingie?"

Whuid exclaims, "Dat not one mines!"

Whuid glowers darkly at Moredin.

Whuid asks, "Does it has my names on it?"

Moredin squints at Whuid.

Whuid exclaims, "Not Whuid approved!"

Moredin says, "I'm sorry but as the shortest person in the room it's always your fault."

Moredin nods to Whuid.
Whuid giggles.

Speaking to Whuid, Vender says, "Nope, you would never endorse or run a bad raffle."

Whuid turns to Vender and cheers!

Whuid says, "I gots ta go back ta da wizards."

Whuid giggles.

Huckster Whuid's group just went through a large pine-framed arch.

Moredin says, "Bah wizards can play with their familiars..."

Moredin stares off into space

. A sudden fierce gust of wind howls through the area!

Moredin is buffeted by the wind and knocked to the ground!

Moredin stands up.

Moredin yells, "Hey!"

Moredin mutters arse.

Moredin grumbles.

Through a large pine-framed arch, you hear Whuid yell, "Watch out fer dat wind!"

Moredin yells, "Nice fart!"

Moredin grunts.

The third was that I got to meet Geltrude for the first time.

You see Artisan Geltrude the Beautician.
She appears to be a Human.
She is average height and appears to be middle-aged. She has long-lashed brown eyes and pale skin.
She has very long, thick pale golden hair peppered with silver and tied up in a ponytail with a dark silk ribbon.
She has a straight nose.
She is in good shape.
She is holding some firefly blue crystal hairpins in her right hand.
She is wearing a marquise-cut peridot necklace, a front-laced dark silk bodice, a faceted crystal ring, a simple pale linen bag, a flowing maroon silk skirt embroidered with entwined roses, and a pair of dark leather slippers.

Speaking softly to Geltrude, you ask, "Do you hope to return before the festival's cessation Geltrude?"

Speaking to you, Geltrude says, "I will try to make it back at least once more, but I can't promise."

Geltrude smiles.

You softly say, "Fair enough."

You softly say, "Will look out for your child."

Geltrude asks, "Are you all enjoying the festival so far?"

You nod to Geltrude.
Jeril nods to Geltrude.
You cast a resounding vote of "Aye!"
Jeril starts chuckling at you!

Geltrude says, "Wonderful! I'm enjoying it, too."

Speaking to Geltrude, Jeril asks, "And yourself?"

Geltrude asks, "What's your favorite thing so far?"

Jeril says, "The people."

Speaking softly to Geltrude, you say, "Ilsola tour for me."

Jeril nods to Geltrude.

Geltrude says, "Oh yes, I've heard she is very informative."

Speaking to Geltrude, Tieri says, "Touring the islands has been fun."

Trallihn says, "Fresh clams..."

Trallihn grins crookedly.

Speaking softly to Geltrude, you exclaim, "But the best is yet to come - the drinking competition!"

Jeril laughs at you!

You show Geltrude your rolaren medallion.

Geltrude grins slowly.

You softly exclaim, "Third place - pah - going for first!"

Speaking to you, Jeril says, "I am going to drink you under the table."

Geltrude grins slowly.

Jeril leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

You grin at Jeril.

Geltrude says, "It was a pleasure to work for you all. I need to get back and check on Arbigail... and she'll likely be wanting supper."

Geltrude smiles.

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