[Legate of Amon Lanc]

The night of December 2nd/3rd. That night will remain in my memory forever. And also the imprint of the images of horror I saw will remain in my memory until I die.

Throughout the day, our discussion has improved greatly in terms of professional approach, as far as we could consider ourselves "investigators" and as far as I can judge. We were no longer groping in the dark and it looked as if we had a purpose. Yet there was still the prevailing gloomy attitude, reflecting the recent events which took place aboard our ship. To the general depression was added the fact that during most of the day there was utmost darkness all around. Sun would never rise above the horizon, but around 6 AM very faint light could be seen in the south, and around 10, slight glow will illuminate the frozen landscape. Two hours later, there will be again darkness, and the temperatures falling down past twenty below zero.

This time we were more one-minded in our decision, and various evidence made us suspect our field medic. I do not know if we would have had the strength of will to attempt to seize her if we knew what is going to happen.

I can offer no scientific explanation to what had happened afterwards. When our survival guide came forwards to lead our medic to the compartment where the night before our meteorologist was being kept, the medic refused and seemed ready to put up violent resistance. Despite our persuasion and appeals to her reason, she remained obstinate. Then our survival guide took out a gun and pointed it at her.

What followed I could hardly describe without shivering when I recall that moment. Our field medic had hurled herself against the survival guide, but there was something different - something unnatural - something hideous, bewildering our scientific minds. For how could a woman's nails suddenly turn into long black claws, burrowing into our survival guide's flesh? How could her teeth become sharp fangs, biting deep into her neck? It took but a few seconds, but it seemed to us like minutes. Then a shot rang. Our survival guide, holding her gun up when the other woman attacked her, pressed the trigger. Even at that time, I could recall well how she has been explaining cheerfully to us, on the first day of our ill-fated journey, that she was always carrying her gun with her - "I'd rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have one", that's what she said - and now a bullet from that gun went right through our field medic's chest.

Both women fell to the deck. Instantly we knelt around our survival guide to see if anything could be done to help. Yet her wounds were deep. We tried all we could to stop the loss of blood, but as far as we could tell, her arteries have been penetrated, and none of us had enough skill in first aid. Maybe had our medic been alive, she could have saved our guide's life. But she was not alive anymore - in fact, she was not there at all. A body of a gray-furred wolf, stained with blood, lay motionless on the deck next to her victim.

LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION:

Inziladun - meteorologist
Boromir88 - senior assistant to a professor of glaciology
Eomer of the Rohirrim - sea pilot
Loslote - rich funder's spoiled daughter
Morsul - federal grants lawyer
Brinn - polar bear biologist
Pitchwife - marine biologist
Nienna - navigator
Nogrod - old palaeoecologist with is own theory of climate change
Macalaure - palaeomathematician
sally - the original initiator of the expedition
Thinlómien - whale expert
Nerwen - mechanic
Bes - room/store manager
Shasta - sled-dog handler
wilwa - crewmember
Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company
tromkehra - cook/bartender

DEAD:
Roa - survival guide - died on blood loss from Werewolf attack on Day 2 (left game, innocent)
Mnemosyne - field medic - shot by the survival guide on Day 2 (Werewolf)