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Cailín · 07-01-2006, 03:49 PM

From the start of the Day, it seemed the dislike and enmity among the passengers had grown considerably since their failed attempt to lynch a wolf yesterDay. Now reprieved from the comic relief the drunken sailor offered and the carefree attitude of the bartender, including all the precious rum, the atmosphere was grim and vengeful.

“Mr. Sir Saucepanwolf Horatio Goosey Potboiler is taking far too much control here. He is evil, he blames me, and I don’t like it,” growled Taliesin, not quite recovered from the shock that morning.

“Indeed,” said Durelin. “He should have been death by now.”

“That’s not very reasonable at all,” Sir Horatio pointed out. “After all, they have been killing the known innocents off since Night 3.”

“Good point,” said Durelin doubtfully.

“Well, no matter,” said Kath. “Those with authority should in any case be blamed first.”

“Yes, I agree. I suspect you, Kath. Let’s kill Firefoot,” said Friedrich Engels.

“Huh?” asked Firefoot.

“Well, good,” said Gurthang. “At least I’m no lynching target today.”

Immediately Anguirel jumped up. “Ye are asking for it, ye plank operator.”

“I always said we should be looking at Gurthang,” said Lalaith smugly. “I quite forgot why, but it seems consistent.”

In the end however, Sir Horatio seemed to have gathered the most suspicion. While still raging about the obvious guilt of Firefoot and Kath, he was slowly being driven into a corner.

“Halt,” said Sir Horatio, suddenly nervous. “There is an obvious flaw in this system of justice. Can I not request a duel? An ordeal to prove my innocence? Um, how about a penalty fine, eh?”

“There’s no justice system for wolves,” said Gurthang.

“Don’t worry – being an outlaw ain’t so bad as it appears. Well, unless you’re up for the chop,” said Taliesin.

*Honk*. Suddenly, from the shadows, Sir Horatio’s Goose reappeared. *Honk* told you he was guilty, *honk*.

“Oh dear,” said Sir Horatio. “Not you again.”

*Honk* evil itself, evil itself, continued Goosey Gander.

“I thought I’d boiled you up for dinner just now?” said Sir Horatio, more to himself. “How awfully strange.” He walked towards the galley, as the passengers exchanged worried looks.

He entered, followed in his wake by his ex-comrade Goosey Gander. In the middle of the galley, a huge kettle full of boiling water stood unattended. Uncertainly, Sir Horatio approached closer, still looking suspiciously at the Goose behind him.

“See!” he said, once he had come close enough. “You are in here. That means you can not possibly be out there; ergo, your testimony holds no value.”

The passengers looked around disturbed.

“Weren’t we about to lynch him?” asked Durelin under her breath.

“What are we waiting for?” said Gurthang impatiently. With a decisive shove, he pushed Sir Horatio Potboiler head forward into the kettle. He never got the chance to scream or protest as he plunged into the boiling water. Moments later, a delicious smell wafted through the ship’s kitchen. There was no trace of burned hair or stained fangs. Fearing the worst, it was Firefoot who finally pulled the poor Rear-Admiral out. The upper body of Sir Horatio was covered in nasty looking blisters and he was, without a doubt, pretty dead. Also, pretty innocent and ordinary.

“Eurgh,” said Lalaith. “Gruesome.”

Terrified, the passengers retreated for the Night. Again, they had failed to find a wolf.

--

Captain Cailín’s Log

Signed,

Durelin

~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
Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels
Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4
Findëasëa - ordinary passenger, ripped in pieces in shower during Night5
Glirdan - ordinary passenger, struck down by liquor at the end of Day 5
Caranlondien – ordinary passenger, poured and minced into a barrell of rum during Night6
Saucepan Man – ordinary passenger, attacked and subsequently boiled together with Goosey Gander at the end of Day 6

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Kath -- plotting slave
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)

Night 7 has now started. Wolves, please PM your kill choice to Nogrod and me. Others... sleep tight.

07-01-2006, 03:49 PM	#10
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Day 6 Events From the start of the Day, it seemed the dislike and enmity among the passengers had grown considerably since their failed attempt to lynch a wolf yesterDay. Now reprieved from the comic relief the drunken sailor offered and the carefree attitude of the bartender, including all the precious rum, the atmosphere was grim and vengeful. “Mr. Sir Saucepanwolf Horatio Goosey Potboiler is taking far too much control here. He is evil, he blames me, and I don’t like it,” growled Taliesin, not quite recovered from the shock that morning. “Indeed,” said Durelin. “He should have been death by now.” “That’s not very reasonable at all,” Sir Horatio pointed out. “After all, they have been killing the known innocents off since Night 3.” “Good point,” said Durelin doubtfully. “Well, no matter,” said Kath. “Those with authority should in any case be blamed first.” “Yes, I agree. I suspect you, Kath. Let’s kill Firefoot,” said Friedrich Engels. “Huh?” asked Firefoot. “Well, good,” said Gurthang. “At least I’m no lynching target today.” Immediately Anguirel jumped up. “Ye are asking for it, ye plank operator.” “I always said we should be looking at Gurthang,” said Lalaith smugly. “I quite forgot why, but it seems consistent.” In the end however, Sir Horatio seemed to have gathered the most suspicion. While still raging about the obvious guilt of Firefoot and Kath, he was slowly being driven into a corner. “Halt,” said Sir Horatio, suddenly nervous. “There is an obvious flaw in this system of justice. Can I not request a duel? An ordeal to prove my innocence? Um, how about a penalty fine, eh?” “There’s no justice system for wolves,” said Gurthang. “Don’t worry – being an outlaw ain’t so bad as it appears. Well, unless you’re up for the chop,” said Taliesin. Honk. Suddenly, from the shadows, Sir Horatio’s Goose reappeared. Honk told you he was guilty, honk. “Oh dear,” said Sir Horatio. “Not you again.” Honk evil itself, evil itself, continued Goosey Gander. “I thought I’d boiled you up for dinner just now?” said Sir Horatio, more to himself. “How awfully strange.” He walked towards the galley, as the passengers exchanged worried looks. He entered, followed in his wake by his ex-comrade Goosey Gander. In the middle of the galley, a huge kettle full of boiling water stood unattended. Uncertainly, Sir Horatio approached closer, still looking suspiciously at the Goose behind him. “See!” he said, once he had come close enough. “You are in here. That means you can not possibly be out there; ergo, your testimony holds no value.” The passengers looked around disturbed. “Weren’t we about to lynch him?” asked Durelin under her breath. “What are we waiting for?” said Gurthang impatiently. With a decisive shove, he pushed Sir Horatio Potboiler head forward into the kettle. He never got the chance to scream or protest as he plunged into the boiling water. Moments later, a delicious smell wafted through the ship’s kitchen. There was no trace of burned hair or stained fangs. Fearing the worst, it was Firefoot who finally pulled the poor Rear-Admiral out. The upper body of Sir Horatio was covered in nasty looking blisters and he was, without a doubt, pretty dead. Also, pretty innocent and ordinary. “Eurgh,” said Lalaith. “Gruesome.” Terrified, the passengers retreated for the Night. Again, they had failed to find a wolf. -- Captain Cailín’s Log Signed, Durelin ~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 Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4 Findëasëa - ordinary passenger, ripped in pieces in shower during Night5 Glirdan - ordinary passenger, struck down by liquor at the end of Day 5 Caranlondien – ordinary passenger, poured and minced into a barrell of rum during Night6 Saucepan Man – ordinary passenger, attacked and subsequently boiled together with Goosey Gander at the end of Day 6 ~The living ~ Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor Kath -- plotting slave Lalaith -- Football Widow Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates Gurthang -- Plank Operator Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel) Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) Night 7 has now started. Wolves, please PM your kill choice to Nogrod and me. Others... sleep tight. Last edited by Cailín; 07-02-2006 at 12:50 AM. Reason: eeps! a living dead-person!