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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
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...Lynch Sally tomorrow. What the crap.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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"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 |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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Okay... dum dum... moment of anticipation...
Loslote is lynched, and she was indeed a Birthday Dreamer, which is true... So she was a Gifted... And she was an innocent Gifted (so she was exactly what she said she is - having one dream on Night 4). I will post the narration during the Night, meanwhile, Night folk can do their stuff.
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"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 |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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Expedition Journal - Night 7 Entry
We have spent a long time in a debate where everybody wanted to express his opinion about the place we found ourselves in. What was it, and how old could this dwelling, hideout, complex be? Carved in the volcanic rock – possibly by adjusting the already existing passages and gaps in the mass – using equipment no doubt advanced, but certainly older than the European civilisation. Who could have lived here, and when? Worsley and Herman placed the forming of ice cover over Arctic some 700,000 years ago, the time when, according to the palaeologists and anthropologists, the modern human beings were unheard of. The ancestors of Neanderthals lived in Europe at that time, sure, but as far as modern science knows, they were hardly advanced enough to create something like this. But was it possible that we have found an evidence of something our science had not discovered yet? Were the Neanderthals responsible? Were we to open a completely new chapter of the Earth's unknown history?
What was this Pleistocenian wonder of the world? Whose hands have carved these mysterious glyphs into its titanic walls? And why did they pick this remote island in the middle of nowhere – with no link to the mainland? And how was this whole matter related to the monstrous abominations in our midst - and the imprisonment at this prison of ice - and the claimed visions or dreams of sir Michael's daughter? We have been questioning her about that, as now, grasping again our scientific thinking, we started to feel it most peculiar to follow such an irrational claim as that of a dream, even though it proved true. But as all of us men and women of science knew, one practical result is not the definite proof of a theoretical claim, other explanations are always possible. Exhausted by the endless dispute, in the end, we have decided the young lady's fate. I need not describe what happened next. I need not describe even our frustration when, once again, we were proven completely wrong. The girl's body did not start to change. But it was once again one of these moments when our strictly rational thinking has been challenged. Needless to say, most of us would ascribe the girl's dying words to premortal fabrications of her fading mind, no doubt influenced by the experience of the previous days and also by thoughts and images stemming from her subconscious, likely fueled and further distorted by various fantastic literature and pictures popular among today's youth. Even the allusions to certain obscure mythologies, which even some of our group seemed to be familiar with, did not let us make much account of her feverish babbling. Nevertheless, these have been her last words: "I can see things you people would not believe... Silver ship alight by flames of the black dragon... I see the rivers of spears glittering in darkness beyond the gates of iron... and the monsters of horn and ivory that hid in the bowels of nether earth... all these things have been forgotten... upon the coming of the roaring sea..." LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION: Boromir88 - senior assistant to a professor of glaciology Morsul - federal grants lawyer Brinn - polar bear biologist Nogrod - old palaeoecologist with is own theory of climate change sally - the original initiator of the expedition Thinlómien - whale expert Nerwen - mechanic Bes - room/store manager Shasta - sled-dog handler 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 on Day 3 (innocent) Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company, killed by Werewolf on Night 4 (innocent) Pitchwife - marine biologist - unambiguously executed by the expedition on Day 4 (Werewolf) Eomer of the Rohirrim - sea pilot - murdered in the icy darkness on Night 5 (innocent) wilwa - crewmember - executed in the underground cavern on Day 5 (innocent) Macalaure - palaeomathematician - killed while performing his palaeomathematic operations on Night 6 (innocent) Loslote - rich funder's spoiled daughter - died with visionary words on her lips on Day 6 (Birthday Dreamer - innocent)
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"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 |
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A Voice That Gainsayeth
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: In that far land beyond the Sea
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Expedition Journal - Day 7 Entry
It would be exhausting to give a detailed report of our wanderings in that ancient cavernous maze - it seemed like days as we explored that forbidding place. There have been many corridors, some certainly not created by purely natural processes, and on many of the walls there were ancient figures and paintings of obscure origin, faded with aeons of time, yet preserved in the prison of ice, untouched by human hands for ages. They were hard to decipher, but repeatedly we have been encountering what seemed like a collection of fifteen dots forming the shape of a triangle with one of its vertices aiming upwards. Sometimes instead of the topmost dot an intricate figure resembling a cogged ring or a deformed crown could be found. This particular symbol seemed important as it reappeared also separately on many of the portals and archways in this strange labyrinth.
But there have not been just geometrical symbols and glyphs - how we pitied the loss of our mathematician! - but also depictions of various animals and creatures unknown to us, as much as we could decipher from the graffiti. That intrigued particularly our biologists, as some of the lifeforms seemed completely alien to us, yet their depictions, despite the test of time, were remarkably life-like. Some resembled certain mythological creatures, the appearance of others was beyond our wildest imaginations. Despite our protests, our biologists have convinced us to stop to examine some of them more closely. In the end we had to move on, but it was our polar bear expert who remained behind - and when we found out that she was missing, it was already too late. There was no way to tell which one - or more - of us had slipped away to take her life. We have found her body leaning against the wall, her blood glistening inside the notches of the ancient carvings in the light of our electric torches. Her death was our collective fault - despite the overwhelming danger, we have let ourselves become distracted by the curious carvings in the next room, hexagonal in shape again, but with its walls covered in cryptical diagrams and writings and with something that seemed like a stone altar in its midst. After lying our polar bear expert's body in the corridor and covering it with one of our blankets - we could not offer a more proper funeral - we have returned to the room with the altar. It was a curious stonework, yet not made of one piece and there were very strange holes in it, sinking somewhere deep under the altar itself. I think it was our mechanic who first came with the idea that they might have been used for pouring in liquid, and it was our buttoned-up lawyer who jested that this room might have been used as a sacrificial chamber. However, the jest turned out to be the horrible truth. Even our mechanic could not explain what caused the large stone blocks to suddenly slide from the ceiling and bar all the exits from the room. We have repeatedly tried to move them, yet it has proved impossible. Somebody has brought up the idea that maybe if we pour something into the holes in the altar, the door might open. We have tried the water from one of our flasks, and indeed - some curious sounds came from below, but the doors remained shut. It was just after that when we discovered one of the carvings above the altar portrayed what was unmistakeably a scene of human sacrifice - and then what obviously must have been depiction of blood trailing into a machinery below. LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION: Boromir88 - senior assistant to a professor of glaciology Morsul - federal grants lawyer Nogrod - old palaeoecologist with is own theory of climate change sally - the original initiator of the expedition Thinlómien - whale expert Nerwen - mechanic Bes - room/store manager Shasta - sled-dog handler 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 on Day 3 (innocent) Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company, killed by Werewolf on Night 4 (innocent) Pitchwife - marine biologist - unambiguously executed by the expedition on Day 4 (Werewolf) Eomer of the Rohirrim - sea pilot - murdered in the icy darkness on Night 5 (innocent) wilwa - crewmember - executed in the underground cavern on Day 5 (innocent) Macalaure - palaeomathematician - killed while performing his palaeomathematic operations on Night 6 (innocent) Loslote - rich funder's spoiled daughter - died with visionary words on her lips on Day 6 (Birthday Dreamer - innocent) Brinn - polar bear biologist - stained the walls with her blood on Night 7 (innocent) Day 7 has started. You have been locked in the sacrificial chamber and need to sacrifice one person to get out. (IMPORTANT!!!) See the admin thread here for more detailed rules for toDay. Stop PMing. You may start posting now.
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"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 |
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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
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Firstly: Well, there's the second of Legate's two mysterious events.
Secondly: Boro. Nog. Lommy. Bes. Two are wolves and two are seriously screwed up in the head because WHAT WERE YOU FOUR THINKING?! [/rant]
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV |
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Werewolf Psychic
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water.
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Alright, having read the sacrifice rules, it's basically two lynches today, with the sacrifice happening before the lynch. Goody. That means we can get rid of two of the four people who killed Lottie yesterday, instead of just one.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV |
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Oops...
(That goes both to the result of yesterDay and the events leading up to it + the sacrifice rule) ![]() Shasta: even if I tend to agree with you that there is most likely at least one wolf in the three other Lottie-voters, I must say you are not making that case easier with that security of yours. And even if I do apologise for leading you astray yesterDay, even if unknowingly, - and I do think at least one wolf picking that lead to hide behind it - I still think it was both a reasonable suspicion (the Birthday dreamer role was like I said earlier) and it cleared the last Days from the enigma whether to believe in Lottie's description of her role or not. We afforded even that wrong decision yesterDay... we probably wouldn't have afforded it toDay as well. And btw. if you insist in your righteousness on Lottie, then how did you know it? For all I know only wolves knew she was an innocent yesterDay. ![]() EDIT: X'd with the last Shasta
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