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Cailín · 06-26-2006, 03:02 PM

After all her fellow passengers had fallen asleep, Holbytlass walked up to the railing and stared into the invisible waves. She'd not be able to sleep tonight, despite her growing weariness and the fact that it was the darkest night she'd ever seen. It was no night to see anything.

She did hear something.

In the vague distance, a lonely cry sounded, melodious and sweet. Could it be a whale? Holbytlass shook her head. She was always imagining things. Though some things were not quite so imagined as others. With a sigh of foreboding, she whispered a name in the dark. Then she waited.

The moon rose over a pair less likely to hear a lonely sound. Unaware that someone was still up and watching, they danced to their own, private tune. There was something comforting about knowing that - no matter how the tides would turn - they would always come out as winners. Isn't love said to conquer all?

As the footsteps got louder and more confident, Holbytlass woke up from her reverie, forgetting the name she had whispered to the unknown. Slowly, she walked in the direction of the sound, hoping to solve the mystery before the wolves came to settle the score. In the fickle light of the moon, she saw flashes of a pair dancing between the sleeping bodies of the other passengers, careless in their movements, apparently only avoiding a misstep by chance, luck even. She chased them over the ship, her human, worldly steps sharply contrasting with the casual grace of the couple. She thought she heard a boy laughing, or was it a woman? The rhythm increased as the wolf and the lover were now swirling to a distant chorus of violins, almost painful to the ears in its perfection. Holbytlass started to run, forgetting about undercover, desperate to catch them in the act.

They seemed to retreat in the now deserted Captain's cabin. Holbytlass followed them, determined.

As she entered, she found the cabin empty. Disappointed and tense, she sighed once more. She turned around, shaking, and found herself face to face with the four wolves who had haunted her dreams.

"We know you now," snarled the largest.

With a vengeful howl, the wolves fell upon Holbytlass, taking the light out of her eyes forever.

At dawn, it was Firefoot who found Holbytlass. She was lying spread-eagled on the Captain's bed, her empty sockets staring into the distance. The names on her lips would never be uttered.

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Captain Cailín's Log

A Night filled with promise. The Seer is dead. We live.

Signed,

The Lovers

~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
Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
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)

Day 4 has now started. Passengers, you may start discussing. Good luck.

06-26-2006, 03:02 PM	#296
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Night 4 Events After all her fellow passengers had fallen asleep, Holbytlass walked up to the railing and stared into the invisible waves. She'd not be able to sleep tonight, despite her growing weariness and the fact that it was the darkest night she'd ever seen. It was no night to see anything. She did hear something. In the vague distance, a lonely cry sounded, melodious and sweet. Could it be a whale? Holbytlass shook her head. She was always imagining things. Though some things were not quite so imagined as others. With a sigh of foreboding, she whispered a name in the dark. Then she waited. The moon rose over a pair less likely to hear a lonely sound. Unaware that someone was still up and watching, they danced to their own, private tune. There was something comforting about knowing that - no matter how the tides would turn - they would always come out as winners. Isn't love said to conquer all? As the footsteps got louder and more confident, Holbytlass woke up from her reverie, forgetting the name she had whispered to the unknown. Slowly, she walked in the direction of the sound, hoping to solve the mystery before the wolves came to settle the score. In the fickle light of the moon, she saw flashes of a pair dancing between the sleeping bodies of the other passengers, careless in their movements, apparently only avoiding a misstep by chance, luck even. She chased them over the ship, her human, worldly steps sharply contrasting with the casual grace of the couple. She thought she heard a boy laughing, or was it a woman? The rhythm increased as the wolf and the lover were now swirling to a distant chorus of violins, almost painful to the ears in its perfection. Holbytlass started to run, forgetting about undercover, desperate to catch them in the act. They seemed to retreat in the now deserted Captain's cabin. Holbytlass followed them, determined. As she entered, she found the cabin empty. Disappointed and tense, she sighed once more. She turned around, shaking, and found herself face to face with the four wolves who had haunted her dreams. "We know you now," snarled the largest. With a vengeful howl, the wolves fell upon Holbytlass, taking the light out of her eyes forever. At dawn, it was Firefoot who found Holbytlass. She was lying spread-eagled on the Captain's bed, her empty sockets staring into the distance. The names on her lips would never be uttered. -- Captain Cailín's Log A Night filled with promise. The Seer is dead. We live. Signed, The Lovers ~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 Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4 ~The living ~ Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor Caranlondien -- ships's bartender 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) Day 4 has now started. Passengers, you may start discussing. Good luck.