WWLXX: At the Prison of Ice - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nienna · 12-04-2009, 02:57 PM

3 way tie... thats fun.

Macalaure · 12-04-2009, 02:58 PM

Hell.

Nienna · 12-04-2009, 02:58 PM

Shasta!!!!!

Shastanis Althreduin · 12-04-2009, 02:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nienna

Shasta!!!!!

Yes?

satansaloser2005 · 12-04-2009, 03:00 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nienna

Shasta!!!!!

Ditto.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 12-04-2009, 03:08 PM

So you have lynched Nienna. And she is... an innocent. Ordinary innocent. Pure as snow. (Yes, that snow. I could not resist.)

I don't know when I am going to post the full narration yet, but anyway not now, sometime during the Night possibly. In any case, all Nightly people can start doing their stuff and all the rest can sleep peacefully... more or less... until the next Day.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 12-05-2009, 09:31 AM

The events of the previous night and day were just too much for us and we could not stand the claustrophobic space of the crippled ship anymore. We decided to leave our cook aboard and leave for the nearby island with the bare rocky top jutting from the ice cover which most of us have already visited a few days ago. We felt we had a lot to think about and lot to share, but we just could not get ourselves to talk aboard the ship where so many terrifying events have occured. We needed fresh air.

Equipped with everything we needed for the trip which, we assumed, would not take us more than half a day at most, we set out across the icy plain towards that unknown island. Gradually, as we walked, we started discussing the events of the previous day and night. It soon became clear that most of us had their own theories as to what we have witnessed the previous evening. While our biologists kept bringing in various explanations of rapid cell growth and attempting to draw conclusions from impacts of stress upon metamorphosis occuring at important life stages of many organisms, our pilot, mechanic and navigator kept repeating all over again the same word: Werewolves. It was of course not only them who have thought of it, yet, whichever term we used, it did not move us any closer to the understanding of the strange phenomenon.

It was about halfway through to the island when the tension reached a point where the reasonable discussion was no longer possible. Looking back, it was possibly inevitable to meet conflict, yet I still think we could have done something to prevent what happened then. At first, a fight broke out between our mechanic and our navigator. Apparently the latter had once again interrupted our biologists' discussion by shouting "Werewolves!", which finally annoyed the mechanic and made her hit our navigator, saying "You are saying it because you are a werewolf yourself!" Soon another of our crewmembers joined in and in the end what seemed like a mass madness took the whole company. "It was you who have killed my dogs!" was our dog handler's cry and upon that cry, our navigator turned around and started to run away. I remember shouts and warnings and then somebody took a gun and sent a bullet after her. She dodged, but of course late. She stumbled and fell.

I do not know what madness was taking us. We were all, understandably, terrified - but it was horrible to think that we would start murdering each other.

LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION:

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
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

GONE:
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)
Inziladun - meteorologist - killed by Werewolves on Night 3 (innocent)
tromkehra - cook/bartender - left aboard the ship on Day 3 (left game, innocent)
Nienna - navigator - shot in a mass madness (innocent)

It is still Night...

Legate of Amon Lanc · 12-05-2009, 03:01 PM

We have reached the island in an even more tense mood than before. Of course we had to spend some time to take care of our navigator's body. Now that it came to it, there seemed no other choice than to bury her in the snow, there was no way to preserve all the bodies aboard the ship until our return home, not to speak of the question which kept haunting us: if we were to return home at all.

I guess it is a habit for us humans to calm our minds by work or examination, satisfying our curiosity and at the same time letting our thoughts roam free of the momentary situation, as grim as it is. Upon reaching the island, we started inspecting it. Its material was black basaltic rock, possibly raised by the same process which formed the Gakkel Ridge nearby, deep under the sea. It wasn't even very large in size, though we could have assumed that its mass gradually grows under the ice until it reaches the bottom or joins some other unseen formation of submarine rock.

It was most interesting for us to discover that even though the island's surface was covered with ice and snow (presumably of long-term nature), the layer of ice was very thin in some places, thin enough for us to actually notice that some of the depressions in the ground are mere covering for rifts in the rocky surface itself, and crevices which did not seem to actually be filled with snow but merely covered with a layer of ice, and beneath them they continued into unseen depths. It was our young assistant who first noticed the irregularities in the snow layer near the southern edge of the island, and it was also her who marked the position of the crevasse larger than the others, whose ice cork was disrupted - possibly melted during some recent thermal wave - and which eventually seemed to turn into a large shaft mysteriously disappearing underground.

We started to explore the surroundings more closely, looking for possible signs of similar intriguing features of the island's surface. Yet our efforts were soon once again interrupted by the cries of our young assistant, who alone remained close to her original find. When we reached the place, she was already dead - and we had no doubt what had attacked her.

But it was the polar bear biologist who noticed the tracks near the gaping fissure - tracks most intriguing and most unnerving by their nature. It was what seemed like an usual set of tracks of a quadrupedal animal, a sight quite common in the southern latitudes but quite rare at our current site. What seemed peculiar was that these tracks did not seem fresh at all, as far as we could say. There hasn't been any fresh snow for several days and it was clear that the tracks must be more than several hours old. Yet the crowning abnormality of the fact - especially in relation to what we have just experienced during the previous days - that these were undeniably wolf tracks and that they were coming from underground - led us to shift our focus on the curious crevasse.

LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION:

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
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

GONE:
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)
Inziladun - meteorologist - killed by Werewolves on Night 3 (innocent)
tromkehra - cook/bartender - left aboard the ship on Day 3 (left game, innocent)
Nienna - navigator - shot on her way back to the ship (innocent)
Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company - killed on Night 4 (innocent)

Day 4 starts. Night folks, stop PMing. Everybody, you may start posting.

satansaloser2005 · 12-04-2009, 02:58 PM

Awkward....

satansaloser2005 · 12-04-2009, 02:59 PM

Make that sudden, unexpected, and very awkward.

I have the feeling that when I said "partners" the wolves came out of the woodwork instead of the ordos. You nasties!

Brinniel · 12-04-2009, 03:00 PM

P.S. Nienna if you are a wolf, you won't be getting brownies for me next time I make them.

(btw, will you be a dear and take my meat out of the freezer...I'd like to make tacos this weekend

)

EDIT: x-ed with mod...sorry

12-04-2009, 02:57 PM	#1
Nienna Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: School Posts: 642	3 way tie... thats fun. __________________ Puddle! Puddle!

12-04-2009, 02:58 PM	#3
Nienna Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: School Posts: 642	Shasta!!!!! __________________ Puddle! Puddle!

12-04-2009, 03:08 PM	#6
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	So you have lynched Nienna. And she is... an innocent. Ordinary innocent. Pure as snow. (Yes, that snow. I could not resist.) I don't know when I am going to post the full narration yet, but anyway not now, sometime during the Night possibly. In any case, all Nightly people can start doing their stuff and all the rest can sleep peacefully... more or less... until the next Day. __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

12-05-2009, 09:31 AM	#7
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Expedition Journal - Night 4 Entry The events of the previous night and day were just too much for us and we could not stand the claustrophobic space of the crippled ship anymore. We decided to leave our cook aboard and leave for the nearby island with the bare rocky top jutting from the ice cover which most of us have already visited a few days ago. We felt we had a lot to think about and lot to share, but we just could not get ourselves to talk aboard the ship where so many terrifying events have occured. We needed fresh air. Equipped with everything we needed for the trip which, we assumed, would not take us more than half a day at most, we set out across the icy plain towards that unknown island. Gradually, as we walked, we started discussing the events of the previous day and night. It soon became clear that most of us had their own theories as to what we have witnessed the previous evening. While our biologists kept bringing in various explanations of rapid cell growth and attempting to draw conclusions from impacts of stress upon metamorphosis occuring at important life stages of many organisms, our pilot, mechanic and navigator kept repeating all over again the same word: Werewolves. It was of course not only them who have thought of it, yet, whichever term we used, it did not move us any closer to the understanding of the strange phenomenon. It was about halfway through to the island when the tension reached a point where the reasonable discussion was no longer possible. Looking back, it was possibly inevitable to meet conflict, yet I still think we could have done something to prevent what happened then. At first, a fight broke out between our mechanic and our navigator. Apparently the latter had once again interrupted our biologists' discussion by shouting "Werewolves!", which finally annoyed the mechanic and made her hit our navigator, saying "You are saying it because you are a werewolf yourself!" Soon another of our crewmembers joined in and in the end what seemed like a mass madness took the whole company. "It was you who have killed my dogs!" was our dog handler's cry and upon that cry, our navigator turned around and started to run away. I remember shouts and warnings and then somebody took a gun and sent a bullet after her. She dodged, but of course late. She stumbled and fell. I do not know what madness was taking us. We were all, understandably, terrified - but it was horrible to think that we would start murdering each other. LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION: 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 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 GONE: 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) Inziladun - meteorologist - killed by Werewolves on Night 3 (innocent) tromkehra - cook/bartender - left aboard the ship on Day 3 (left game, innocent) Nienna - navigator - shot in a mass madness (innocent) It is still Night... __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

12-05-2009, 03:01 PM	#8
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Expedition Journal - Day 4 Entry We have reached the island in an even more tense mood than before. Of course we had to spend some time to take care of our navigator's body. Now that it came to it, there seemed no other choice than to bury her in the snow, there was no way to preserve all the bodies aboard the ship until our return home, not to speak of the question which kept haunting us: if we were to return home at all. I guess it is a habit for us humans to calm our minds by work or examination, satisfying our curiosity and at the same time letting our thoughts roam free of the momentary situation, as grim as it is. Upon reaching the island, we started inspecting it. Its material was black basaltic rock, possibly raised by the same process which formed the Gakkel Ridge nearby, deep under the sea. It wasn't even very large in size, though we could have assumed that its mass gradually grows under the ice until it reaches the bottom or joins some other unseen formation of submarine rock. It was most interesting for us to discover that even though the island's surface was covered with ice and snow (presumably of long-term nature), the layer of ice was very thin in some places, thin enough for us to actually notice that some of the depressions in the ground are mere covering for rifts in the rocky surface itself, and crevices which did not seem to actually be filled with snow but merely covered with a layer of ice, and beneath them they continued into unseen depths. It was our young assistant who first noticed the irregularities in the snow layer near the southern edge of the island, and it was also her who marked the position of the crevasse larger than the others, whose ice cork was disrupted - possibly melted during some recent thermal wave - and which eventually seemed to turn into a large shaft mysteriously disappearing underground. We started to explore the surroundings more closely, looking for possible signs of similar intriguing features of the island's surface. Yet our efforts were soon once again interrupted by the cries of our young assistant, who alone remained close to her original find. When we reached the place, she was already dead - and we had no doubt what had attacked her. But it was the polar bear biologist who noticed the tracks near the gaping fissure - tracks most intriguing and most unnerving by their nature. It was what seemed like an usual set of tracks of a quadrupedal animal, a sight quite common in the southern latitudes but quite rare at our current site. What seemed peculiar was that these tracks did not seem fresh at all, as far as we could say. There hasn't been any fresh snow for several days and it was clear that the tracks must be more than several hours old. Yet the crowning abnormality of the fact - especially in relation to what we have just experienced during the previous days - that these were undeniably wolf tracks and that they were coming from underground - led us to shift our focus on the curious crevasse. LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION: 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 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 GONE: 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) Inziladun - meteorologist - killed by Werewolves on Night 3 (innocent) tromkehra - cook/bartender - left aboard the ship on Day 3 (left game, innocent) Nienna - navigator - shot on her way back to the ship (innocent) Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company - killed on Night 4 (innocent) Day 4 starts. Night folks, stop PMing. Everybody, you may start posting. __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

12-04-2009, 02:58 PM	#2
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	Hell.

12-04-2009, 02:58 PM	#9
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Awkward.... __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

12-04-2009, 02:59 PM	#10
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Make that sudden, unexpected, and very awkward. I have the feeling that when I said "partners" the wolves came out of the woodwork instead of the ordos. You nasties! __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.

12-04-2009, 03:00 PM	#11
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	P.S. Nienna if you are a wolf, you won't be getting brownies for me next time I make them. (btw, will you be a dear and take my meat out of the freezer...I'd like to make tacos this weekend ) EDIT: x-ed with mod...sorry __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

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