[Paranoia]

~~~Plum Incompetent~~~

As Cap'n Paranoia stumbles across the deck in his drunken stupor, he bumps into three figures. Recognizing them as his crew through his drunken stupor, he wraps his arms around the fishmen's, and starts dragging them off behind him, singing a good ol' ditty.

Before the fishmen could deal with this critical annoyance, and just kill the drunken old coot, he breaks off and dances off merrily to the other side o' the boat.

After puking up around several hours worth of booze hounding, the ol' Cap'n notices somethin' in the water as day breaks.

Blood.

Stirrin' up a ruckus, the cap'n starts hollering for the crew to assemble on deck.

Paranoia (NPC)
Zul
Nerwen
Blind Guardian
Rikae
Macalaure
Gilrdan
Wilwarin
Boromir
The Elf-warrior

Morsul the Dark
Shasta


The Dead.
Eönwë - Ordo - Death via Cannonball Day One
autume98 - Cultist - Throat punctured through Night One
Though mutinous dogs all, they all line up obediently as the dear ol' cap'n rants and raves about there bein' a murderer (or two. or three.) on board.

Except he does a head count, notices yer all there, and gets confused for a good hour before storming back into his quarters hootin' in hollerin' about not havin' enough booze and that the sun be playin' tricks on his eyes. Wild eyed, the last thing he tells you lot before slamming the door to the cabin and lockin' it is to sort the mess out yerselves and to make the culprits walk the plank. Or if that don't work on some preposterous fishman servant o' the kraken on board, t' make it work or walk thar plank yerself.

----DAY ONE HAS STARTED! GET TO IT, YE LAND LUBBERS!----