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Paranoia · 07-03-2010, 12:12 AM

----Daybreak----

Sitting back in his cabin, cap'n Paranoia sits back and ponders the events of yesterday.

Eönwë had the been booted off the ship to put it nicely. To put it not so nicely, Eönwë had everyone's swords drawn on him as he explained himself. One second Nerwen shouts for him to walk the plank... the next second Blind Guardian speaks up.

"But mateys what if he's a fishman? Don't those spawn o' the kraken swim in the briny the same way a rock sinks?"

Everyone looks around and Eönwë nods in agreement, obviously trying to use anything to talk his agressors down.

"Arr, lass. T'wont accomplish anything but keelhaul a loyal member of the cap'ns crew!"

They all have a good laugh at this before Autume wheels up a cannon. "Well, methinks I has a way around all this I do!" What then transpires is an event best left to the imagination. If by Left you mean cannonball, and by imagination you mean gut. Shasta gently pokes at the rather bloody corpse floating in the water trying to elicit a change from it. It obstinately refuses to change into one of the fishmen.

Eönwë - Ordo, canonballed day one.

Come the night, not a whole lot got accomplished.

Autume found herself in the brig for usin' one o' the cap'ns favored antique cannons. After bein' fired that morning, it had crumbled to dust, sending several thousand doubloons worth of antiquity and upkeep down the chamber pot.

This suited Autume just fine. All the better a place to practice her strange little religion in private.

It also made for a fine place for the fishmen to ambush someone privately.

Meditating fastly, so lost in thought Autume didn't even respond to their presence until one of the fishmen's nails pierced her throat.

The last words she gurgled out before bleeding out on the brig floor was "Hail friends."

The fishman stand around the Cultist's corpse, observing a moment of mourning until Daybreak for the loyal minion that they had accidentally felled by their own hands.

Autume - The Cultist - Neck pierced fatally night one.

The Living
Paranoia (NPC)
Zul
Nerwen
Blind Guardian
Rikae
Macalaure
Gilrdan
Wilwarin
Boromir
The Elf-warrior
Morsul the Dark
Shasta

Those sent to Davy Jone's Locker.
Eönwë - Ordo - Death via Cannonball Day One
autume98 - Cultist - Throat punctured through Night One

07-03-2010, 12:12 AM	#94
Paranoia Haunting Spirit Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 86	----Daybreak---- Sitting back in his cabin, cap'n Paranoia sits back and ponders the events of yesterday. Eönwë had the been booted off the ship to put it nicely. To put it not so nicely, Eönwë had everyone's swords drawn on him as he explained himself. One second Nerwen shouts for him to walk the plank... the next second Blind Guardian speaks up. "But mateys what if he's a fishman? Don't those spawn o' the kraken swim in the briny the same way a rock sinks?" Everyone looks around and Eönwë nods in agreement, obviously trying to use anything to talk his agressors down. "Arr, lass. T'wont accomplish anything but keelhaul a loyal member of the cap'ns crew!" They all have a good laugh at this before Autume wheels up a cannon. "Well, methinks I has a way around all this I do!" What then transpires is an event best left to the imagination. If by Left you mean cannonball, and by imagination you mean gut. Shasta gently pokes at the rather bloody corpse floating in the water trying to elicit a change from it. It obstinately refuses to change into one of the fishmen. Eönwë - Ordo, canonballed day one. Come the night, not a whole lot got accomplished. Autume found herself in the brig for usin' one o' the cap'ns favored antique cannons. After bein' fired that morning, it had crumbled to dust, sending several thousand doubloons worth of antiquity and upkeep down the chamber pot. This suited Autume just fine. All the better a place to practice her strange little religion in private. It also made for a fine place for the fishmen to ambush someone privately. Meditating fastly, so lost in thought Autume didn't even respond to their presence until one of the fishmen's nails pierced her throat. The last words she gurgled out before bleeding out on the brig floor was "Hail friends." The fishman stand around the Cultist's corpse, observing a moment of mourning until Daybreak for the loyal minion that they had accidentally felled by their own hands. Autume - The Cultist - Neck pierced fatally night one. The Living Paranoia (NPC) Zul Nerwen Blind Guardian Rikae Macalaure Gilrdan Wilwarin Boromir The Elf-warrior Morsul the Dark Shasta Those sent to Davy Jone's Locker. Eönwë - Ordo - Death via Cannonball Day One autume98 - Cultist - Throat punctured through Night One Last edited by Paranoia; 07-03-2010 at 09:29 AM.