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Cailín · 06-22-2006, 03:01 PM

After Nilp had passed away, the passengers felt strangely unprotected. Some of them were determined to stay awake; not to fall prey to the horrible wolves that prowled the ship. However, after sitting up for several hours, the spell of fatigue caught them all.

It was Eomer of the Rohirrim who had decided to take the Captain’s cabin after a short argument. After all, he was now virtually the only one who had subordinates on the ship and so appeared to have a rightful claim to it. He also seemed to be one of the few who had no objections to sleep in a bed that had contained a corpse for a large part of the previous Night and Day.

After several hours of delightful snoozing, Eomer woke up to a suspicious sound. As the door to the cabin opened with a typically Hollywood creak, Eomer caught sight of four furry shapes standing in the dark. He remained quite unfazed.

“What wolf would kill me?” he mumbled, annoyed they had intruded on his sleep. “As long as I’m around, I get to take the blame for everything that goes wrong around here.”

The wolves entered one by one, their eyes glistening threateningly.

“I am actually one of you, you know,” stated Eomer. “I have to be. I always am.”

The wolves snarled and approached yet closer.

“Come on, everyone seems to think so. It will be amusing!”

They disagreed.

As the sun came up in the west, the passengers woke up one by one. Sir Anguirel Spens tried to lead a headcount but was immediately distracted by a gleeful whoop coming from Kath’s direction.

“I mean, how utterly distressing,” she quickly corrected herself.

The passengers, still confused, looked up in the direction she was pointing. There, high above them, one of the sails had been replaced by quite a gruesome spectacle. Former slavedriver Eomer of the Rohirrim was stretched to quite inhuman proportions and tied to the main topmast where his body now was almost billowing in the wind.

“Ugh,” commented Lhuna, trying hard not to sound tearful.

Even Dread Pirate Roberta had to gulp at the sight.

--

Captain Cailín’s Log

Mu-ha-ha-ha. Let’s hope he’ll give us Godspeed.

Signed,

The Wolves

~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
Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2

~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)
Glirdan -- drunken porter
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)

Day 2 has now started. Nogrod will be away on a trip and will not return before Sunday night, so all questions / Hunter changees / kills can be directed to just me for a while.

06-22-2006, 03:01 PM	#104
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Night 2 After Nilp had passed away, the passengers felt strangely unprotected. Some of them were determined to stay awake; not to fall prey to the horrible wolves that prowled the ship. However, after sitting up for several hours, the spell of fatigue caught them all. It was Eomer of the Rohirrim who had decided to take the Captain’s cabin after a short argument. After all, he was now virtually the only one who had subordinates on the ship and so appeared to have a rightful claim to it. He also seemed to be one of the few who had no objections to sleep in a bed that had contained a corpse for a large part of the previous Night and Day. After several hours of delightful snoozing, Eomer woke up to a suspicious sound. As the door to the cabin opened with a typically Hollywood creak, Eomer caught sight of four furry shapes standing in the dark. He remained quite unfazed. “What wolf would kill me?” he mumbled, annoyed they had intruded on his sleep. “As long as I’m around, I get to take the blame for everything that goes wrong around here.” The wolves entered one by one, their eyes glistening threateningly. “I am actually one of you, you know,” stated Eomer. “I have to be. I always am.” The wolves snarled and approached yet closer. “Come on, everyone seems to think so. It will be amusing!” They disagreed. As the sun came up in the west, the passengers woke up one by one. Sir Anguirel Spens tried to lead a headcount but was immediately distracted by a gleeful whoop coming from Kath’s direction. “I mean, how utterly distressing,” she quickly corrected herself. The passengers, still confused, looked up in the direction she was pointing. There, high above them, one of the sails had been replaced by quite a gruesome spectacle. Former slavedriver Eomer of the Rohirrim was stretched to quite inhuman proportions and tied to the main topmast where his body now was almost billowing in the wind. “Ugh,” commented Lhuna, trying hard not to sound tearful. Even Dread Pirate Roberta had to gulp at the sight. -- Captain Cailín’s Log Mu-ha-ha-ha. Let’s hope he’ll give us Godspeed. Signed, The Wolves ~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 Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2 ~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) Glirdan -- drunken porter Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) Day 2 has now started. Nogrod will be away on a trip and will not return before Sunday night, so all questions / Hunter changees / kills can be directed to just me for a while.