[Inziladun]

On Tol Fuin, the night ruled. Most of the stranded sailors of Númenor tried to sleep, but some walked through the darkness on business of their own.
Nerwen awakened after only an hour or two of sleep. Since the night after the captain had been so brutally killed, her thoughts had been fixed upon the evil ones among them. Trying to get them by day was not enough. They should be stopped from doing vile deeds at night as well, and she was the one to do it.

Hidden from all, Nerwen had kept through the shipwreck her own short sword, concealed on her person always.

Now, she peered into the darkness, preparing to go in search of the ones she sought. She looked out toward the Sea, the crashing of the waves reminding her of home. Before her was a rocky cliff-wall, dropping steeply down some fifty feet to the water. Jagged rocks poked through the surf like teeth.
There was a noise behind her. Rising quickly, she drew her sword and turned in one movement. Rushing toward her were two man-shaped figures. Nerwen swung her sword to meet them just as they reached her. One dove at her feet, knocking her off-balance, as the other kicked her hard in the midsection. The sword flew backwards, out of her hand. Nerwen followed it, over the brink of the cliff to the rocks below.
The body was seen by the other mariners some hours later, prevented by the tides from being swept out to sea.

The Living:

Bom Tombadillo
Nogrod
G55
Sally
Eomer
Greenie
Lommy
Nilp
Mithalwen
Legate


The Dead:

Inziladun: (Mod) (killed by the baddies Night 1)
Loslote: Evil Spirit (lynched Day 1)
Shasta: Ordo (murdered by the evil ones Night 2)
Kitanna: Ordo (lynched Day 2)
Nerwen: Ranger (knocked over a cliff by baddies Night 3)

IT IS DAY 3