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Cailín · 06-23-2006, 03:37 PM

The day seemed to both start and end in a haze.

"I am confused," began Firefoot, observing the freshly killed Eomer of the Rohirrim.

"Well, I am not," said Glirdan. "Oh no. Must mean I am sobering up." He went in search of some rum immediately.

"It's all her fault anyway," said Formendacil childishly, pointing at Lhunardawen.

"You are all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It was Anguirel," said Mormegil.

"Nonsense," commented Anguirel.

"I really think it's the whale hunter," said Sir Horatio thoughtfully. "She is obviously trying to be helpful and contributive. Highly unfeminine."

"You know, I am the Seer, the Lover, a wolf, and the Hunter," said Dread Pirate Roberta quite non-comittical. "And an Ordinary Passenger too."

"I am confused," cut in Caranlondien.

Towards the end of the Day, it became clear it was going to be a race between Holbytlass and perpetually sick Lhunardawen. After a few last moments of horrible confusion, Lhunardawen was eventually picked as the guilty party.

"That seasick act is just a cover," Taliesin grunted. "Green is obviously just the natural tone of her skin."

Lhunardawen was pulled from her favourite spot near the port side railing. When Gurthang and Durelin approached her, she looked up.

"Are we there yet?" she wailed piteously.

"Not exactly," said Gurthang with an uncomfortable grin. "But you are not going any further."

"Oh good," Lhuna started to say, when she realised the horrible implication of Gurthang's statement. The passengers closed in on her threateningly, ensuring the suspected wolf could not escape.

"Dead by drowning," spoke Lhuna in a low voice. "Typical."

"Yup, rotten luck," said Taliesin, as he shoved her over the railing. After a few moments of helpless paddling, Lhuna went head down into the deep. The passengers waited until Lhunardawen surfaced again and to their great surprise, she looked calm and lovely, serene almost as she drifted there. Not in the slightest bit green or sickly looking. It seemed that although she had to die to achieve it, Lhunardawen had finally gotten her sealegs.

"I am confused," repeated Kath.

Lhunardawen had been neither evil nor not-as-innocent-as-she-appeared. She was an Ordinary Passenger.

---

Captain Cailín's Log

At least I can stop worrying about the hygienic consequences of having barf all over the ship.

Signed,

Findëasëa

~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
Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2.

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Holbytlass -- whale hunter
Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist
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)

Night 3 has now started. I need names from the Wolves and the Seer and possibly from the Hunter.

06-23-2006, 03:37 PM	#219
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Day 2 Events The day seemed to both start and end in a haze. "I am confused," began Firefoot, observing the freshly killed Eomer of the Rohirrim. "Well, I am not," said Glirdan. "Oh no. Must mean I am sobering up." He went in search of some rum immediately. "It's all her fault anyway," said Formendacil childishly, pointing at Lhunardawen. "You are all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It was Anguirel," said Mormegil. "Nonsense," commented Anguirel. "I really think it's the whale hunter," said Sir Horatio thoughtfully. "She is obviously trying to be helpful and contributive. Highly unfeminine." "You know, I am the Seer, the Lover, a wolf, and the Hunter," said Dread Pirate Roberta quite non-comittical. "And an Ordinary Passenger too." "I am confused," cut in Caranlondien. Towards the end of the Day, it became clear it was going to be a race between Holbytlass and perpetually sick Lhunardawen. After a few last moments of horrible confusion, Lhunardawen was eventually picked as the guilty party. "That seasick act is just a cover," Taliesin grunted. "Green is obviously just the natural tone of her skin." Lhunardawen was pulled from her favourite spot near the port side railing. When Gurthang and Durelin approached her, she looked up. "Are we there yet?" she wailed piteously. "Not exactly," said Gurthang with an uncomfortable grin. "But you are not going any further." "Oh good," Lhuna started to say, when she realised the horrible implication of Gurthang's statement. The passengers closed in on her threateningly, ensuring the suspected wolf could not escape. "Dead by drowning," spoke Lhuna in a low voice. "Typical." "Yup, rotten luck," said Taliesin, as he shoved her over the railing. After a few moments of helpless paddling, Lhuna went head down into the deep. The passengers waited until Lhunardawen surfaced again and to their great surprise, she looked calm and lovely, serene almost as she drifted there. Not in the slightest bit green or sickly looking. It seemed that although she had to die to achieve it, Lhunardawen had finally gotten her sealegs. "I am confused," repeated Kath. Lhunardawen had been neither evil nor not-as-innocent-as-she-appeared. She was an Ordinary Passenger. --- Captain Cailín's Log At least I can stop worrying about the hygienic consequences of having barf all over the ship. Signed, Findëasëa ~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 Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2. ~The living ~ Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor Caranlondien -- ships's bartender Holbytlass -- whale hunter Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist 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) Night 3 has now started. I need names from the Wolves and the Seer and possibly from the Hunter.