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Cailín · 06-25-2006, 04:03 PM

The shock of losing two allies instead of one the previous Night weighed heavily on the ship.

"Everything must justify its existence before the judgment seat of Reason, or give up existence”, stated Friedrich Engels.

"*hic*," said Glirdan, puzzled.

"It is my brilliant theory of the Day." Engels drew himself up proudly.

"Who are you, anyway?" inquired Gurthang. "Don't think I noticed you aboard before."

"Reason?" asked Lalaith in a huff. "Empiricism is the only true way, my friends."

"Huh?" said Rune.

"I am feeling pretty suicidal…" commented Weslamond. "Aye, but I fear Sir Horatio should leave the ship first."

"You are all wrong," said Mormegil. "I know exactly who the wolves are and you'd best listen to me or else everything will be wrong, wrong, wrong."

"Well?" asked Durelin.

"It is Firefoot, obviously," said Mormegil.

"Ha!" said Firefoot. "My dog thinks you, sir, are actually a pirate."

"Portugal - Holland was the worst match ever!" stated Sir Horatio suddenly.

All passengers looked up in surprise and started eyeing Sir Horatio suspiciously.

"Wha…?" asked Kath.

"Apologies," stumbled Sir Horatio. "No idea what made me say that. The lengthy exposure to the sun and wind must have made me slightly delusional."

"You see!" said Taliesin triumphantly. "Never trust a rear-admiral with a roaring voice and a silly name."

"Wrong again," said Mormegil. "Sir Horatio Potboiler is no wolf, oh no. Though I may be wrong."

In the end, the passengers decided that they could not bear hearing Mormegil correct them one more time and decided that such insistent pessimism could only stem from a decidedly wolvish nature. With collective effort, to the obvious satisfaction of Friedrich Engels, the passengers hoisted the man up the plank.

"There is obviously a fault in the construction of this ship," continued Mormegil his nit-picking as he stood there. "You see, this plank is completely rotten. If I'd put my foot here, like this…"

He demonstrated, shifting all his weight to his left foot. With a reluctant squeak, the plank cracked and Mormegil lost his balance and tumbled into the ocean.

"You see," he said, struggling to keep his head above the water. "It will break."

"Oh, be silent already," said Caranlondien, quite annoyed.

"Just wait," yelled Mormegil to the passengers still observing him from the deck.

And it happened. With a final snap, the plank broke straight through the middle. Half of the now ex-plank came falling down and hit the troubled Mormegil right on the head. He died instantly, but with a smug smile gracing his face. A human face. Mormegil had been another Ordinary Passenger.

--

Captain Cailín's Log

Cheese? I need cheese!

Signed,

Rune, Son of Bjarne

~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.
JennyHallu - Hunter
Formendacil - ordinary passenger
Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3

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

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Rune Son of Bjarne -- crazy slave, with an obsession for cheese
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 4 has now started. I need a name from the Wolves and one from the Seer. Nogrod has happily returned so he shall expect PMs as well. Sleep tight. Sorry for the delay re: yesterday's narration. It will be up tomorrow.

06-25-2006, 04:03 PM	#295
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Day 3 Events The shock of losing two allies instead of one the previous Night weighed heavily on the ship. "Everything must justify its existence before the judgment seat of Reason, or give up existence”, stated Friedrich Engels. "hic," said Glirdan, puzzled. "It is my brilliant theory of the Day." Engels drew himself up proudly. "Who are you, anyway?" inquired Gurthang. "Don't think I noticed you aboard before." "Reason?" asked Lalaith in a huff. "Empiricism is the only true way, my friends." "Huh?" said Rune. "I am feeling pretty suicidal…" commented Weslamond. "Aye, but I fear Sir Horatio should leave the ship first." "You are all wrong," said Mormegil. "I know exactly who the wolves are and you'd best listen to me or else everything will be wrong, wrong, wrong." "Well?" asked Durelin. "It is Firefoot, obviously," said Mormegil. "Ha!" said Firefoot. "My dog thinks you, sir, are actually a pirate." "Portugal - Holland was the worst match ever!" stated Sir Horatio suddenly. All passengers looked up in surprise and started eyeing Sir Horatio suspiciously. "Wha…?" asked Kath. "Apologies," stumbled Sir Horatio. "No idea what made me say that. The lengthy exposure to the sun and wind must have made me slightly delusional." "You see!" said Taliesin triumphantly. "Never trust a rear-admiral with a roaring voice and a silly name." "Wrong again," said Mormegil. "Sir Horatio Potboiler is no wolf, oh no. Though I may be wrong." In the end, the passengers decided that they could not bear hearing Mormegil correct them one more time and decided that such insistent pessimism could only stem from a decidedly wolvish nature. With collective effort, to the obvious satisfaction of Friedrich Engels, the passengers hoisted the man up the plank. "There is obviously a fault in the construction of this ship," continued Mormegil his nit-picking as he stood there. "You see, this plank is completely rotten. If I'd put my foot here, like this…" He demonstrated, shifting all his weight to his left foot. With a reluctant squeak, the plank cracked and Mormegil lost his balance and tumbled into the ocean. "You see," he said, struggling to keep his head above the water. "It will break." "Oh, be silent already," said Caranlondien, quite annoyed. "Just wait," yelled Mormegil to the passengers still observing him from the deck. And it happened. With a final snap, the plank broke straight through the middle. Half of the now ex-plank came falling down and hit the troubled Mormegil right on the head. He died instantly, but with a smug smile gracing his face. A human face. Mormegil had been another Ordinary Passenger. -- Captain Cailín's Log Cheese? I need cheese! Signed, Rune, Son of Bjarne ~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. JennyHallu - Hunter Formendacil - ordinary passenger Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3 ~The living ~ Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor Caranlondien -- ships's bartender Holbytlass -- whale hunter Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist Kath -- plotting slave Lalaith -- Football Widow Diamond18 -- Weslamond, the Dread Pirate Roberta's protégé Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates Gurthang -- Plank Operator Rune Son of Bjarne -- crazy slave, with an obsession for cheese 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 4 has now started. I need a name from the Wolves and one from the Seer. Nogrod has happily returned so he shall expect PMs as well. Sleep tight. Sorry for the delay re: yesterday's narration. It will be up tomorrow.