[Nogrod]

Private property is sacred, as is the status quo of the society. There is a fixed human nature that is an abstract thing that cannot be changed.

Friedrich Engels was having nightmares. It had to be the Devil himself that was upon him, but then again, Devil was a creation of christianity and as a materialist he couldn’t believe in His existence either. So who was whispering to him these atrocities?

You know, the liberal laissez-faire market economy allows the maximum freedom?

“Rubbish!!! Free competition doesn’t free individuals – it merely sets capital free to exploit workers!” he yelled and rised up on his bed. To his horror he seemed to have guests, totally uninvited – and they were terrifying guests, even more terrifying than a nobleman. For some reason, he couldn’t just find the courage or reason to call them ‘capitalistic swine’, it felt somewhat inappropriate at the moment.

“So, a dictatorial republic we crave for? How nice. We seem to be having a similar goal?” grinned the biggest one.

“You’re wrong to think us denying it, we would love it!” seconded the smallest one.

“But you are right about the arrogant innocents”, echoed the third one, openly delighted.

Friedrich Engels gatherd all his courage and shouted out loud: “Viva la révolution!” he took some breath as the biggest one approached him and yelled from the bottom of his lungs: “Liberté, Égalité, Fraterni..!!!” His call was brutally broken off by a sharp fang that cut his tongue out. He fell back on his bed, in total shock caused by the pain. He turned hysterically around the bed for a second, but then felt strong “hands” hoisting him up.

“Revolution or reform? Hmm, that’s the question?”, ridiculed the smallest one.

“Weren’t you the one of you pals who counted on the slow revolution?” queried the third one, continuing immediately: “I suppose you know what 'revolution' means, don’t you?” It was almost giggling.

“Okay ruffians, let’s’ show this bourgeois how he becomes an actual proletariat revolving around the ship, like in the old days!” called the biggest one and took Friedrich Engels on it’s shoulder.

They sneaked up to the deck. The smallest one and the third one prepared the ropes, tying them to the wheel which they initially turned to the farthest possible position – and with an ingenious system that made use of the pulleys on the masts, they crerated a round going rope-loop powered by the steady wind that was pushing them forwards. The whole ship started going in circles with ropes revolving around it the same time.

“Here’s some revolution for you. Feel it and enjoy. You are the centerpiece of this little revolution here”, smiled the biggest one, as it was tying Friedrich Engels to the rope.

So down he went with the loop, under the ship’s keel and after a while came up again from the other side. The movement was slow and pushed his lungs to their limits.

“Happy reform, good friend” jeered the smallest one as Friedrich Engels revolved over the deck the first time.

“Let’s take our time”, mocke the third one as he came up the second time, half-dead already.

“Let’s go to sleep, he won’t make it many more rounds”, said the biggest one calmly and went down to the cabins, followed by the other two.


In the morning the passengers met the heart-sinking sight. The lifeless body of Friedrich Engels was revolving slowly around the ship that was making circles.

“This is so terrible” muttered Kath in anguish.

“Planks are somewhat humane, compared to this” bewailed Gurthang.

“Even Jounin could not help him now” regretted Durelin.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, take him down!” called Sir Anguirel Spens. “Have some decency!”


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Captain Cailín's log

In some situations, even Zidane can't help you...

The wolves.
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~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
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) - ordinary passenger, drowned while revolving around the ship's keel during Night7


~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)

Day7 begins. May the winds be with you!