[Cailín]

After the passengers recovered from the shock of poor Cailín’s untimely death (which strangely did not take them very long), they immediately started pointing fingers at each other.

“Eomer is guilty. We all know it,” said Weslamond triumphantly.

“I’m bored,” said Formendacil.

“Yeah,” said Kath smugly. “Eomer should go.”

“I am not sure… what do you think, Sir Horatio?” asked Firefoot.

“Honk,” replied Sir Horatio, too busy arguing with his disloyal Goose to make much sense.

“Don’t listen to the Sassenach!” came in Anguirel. “I make prettier poetry.”

Between barfing, Lhuna looked up, confused. “Eomer? Yes, whatever. Let’s get some people of this ship, fast.”

“What did I do this time?” asked Eomer.

“You never gave me cheese,” said Rune.

“What do you need cheese for anyway?” asked Taliesin

“*hic*”, said Glirdan. Someone managed to interpret it as an accusation in the direction of Kath.

“Lynch all pirates!” yelled Nilp. “I go first, though.”

“Don’t trust the ninjas!” yelled Roberta and Weslamond. “Especially the suicidal ones.”

“Anyone paying attention to me? I am STILL bored!” said Form.

In the end, they decided to be lenient and allow Nilpaurion Felagund his dramatic Day 1 lynch. Gurthang expertly led him to the plank (ignoring the strange gestures Nilp was making with his hands) and the passengers gathered round to see the villain’s exit.

“Wait!” said Nilp. “I wish to have a fight with that Jounin Instructor first! Must… show… off… Ninja… moves.”

“Sorry,” said Holby. “We really don’t have time for that.”

“All right then,” spoke Nilp resignedly and he jumped into the deeps. Strangely, nothing seemed to happen. Until from the starboard side of the ship, there came a gasp of exasperation. Nilpaurion had surfaced again… “I probably should have mentioned my excellent skills of protection,” he said, gasping for breath, before he disappeared, never to surface again.

It seemed the passengers were remarkably adept at killing those who might be able to protect them…

Despite his doubtful appearance, Nilp was their Ranger.

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Captain Cailín’s Log

Some particularly dense people decided to kill Nilp. What the real miracle is, however, is that I still live. How about that?

Eomer of the Rohirrim



~The dead ~
Nogrod – sub-mod, ripped into pieces of flesh and bones by the werewolves on Night1
Cailín – mod, forced to walk the plank at the end of Night1/ the beginning of Day1
Nilpaurion Felagund – ranger, lynched himself at the end of Day1

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Holbytlass -- whale hunter
Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist
Lhunardawen -- seasick reluctant traveler
Kath -- plotting slave
JennyHallu -- Dread Pirate Roberta
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Diamond18 -- Weslamond, the Dread Pirate Roberta's protégé
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Formendacil -- Ne'er-do-well stowaway of snobbish, blue-blooded origins
Rune Son of Bjarne -- crazy slave, with an obsession for cheese
Mormegil -- the vocal nitpick who can find fault in anything
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Eomer of the Rohirrim -- slavedriver
Glirdan -- drunken porter
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)


Night 2 has now started. Nogrod and I need names from the Seer and the Wolves. Sleep well, my pretties.