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Cailín · 06-29-2006, 03:42 PM

At the start of the day, Glirdan had accidentally stumbled into Weslamond's and Pirate Roberta's hidden supply of rum. Seeing as they were both deceased and had never tried to kill him (well, not really), he decided he might as well consider himself their unofficial heir. With a satisfied smile, he confiscated the bottles and brought them up to the deck with him, now considering himself properly armed against any threat that might come up this day.

After properly dumping Fin's body (according to her personal health regulations), Sir Horatio immediately launched into a series of passionate speeches about the guilt of several of his fellow passengers. It was almost enough to silence the rest of the passengers. Except one.

"*hic*," commented Glirdan reprovingly. He took another swig of rum and eyed Taliesin suspiciously. "You innocent? *hic*. Nonsensical."

The others tried and failed to ignore him.

"*hic*," continued Glirdan. "You know, *hic*, Fin is the Lover of Weslamond and *hic* Sir Horatio is their err… dog, yes, *hic*, I say we lynch them all."

"You are aware that two of those you mentioned are already death?" inquired Lalaith.

"*hic*?"

Kath rolled her eyes. "I am so tired of him. He's obviously a wolf hiding under perpetual intoxication."

"*hic*," slurred Glirdan. "Am no wolf." He pointed at Sir Horatio with his half empty bottle of rum.

"I agree," said Taliesin.

"Glirdan's guilty," said Durelin.

"Am. No. Wolf," stated Glirdan confidently. "Also, am not intoxicated."

Funnily, none of the passengers seemed ready to believe him. The poor drunken sailor, lying slumped on the deck, was soon surrounded by the entire crowd, staring at him menacingly.

"You stole all the rum!" yelled Caranlondien.

"Yes, why is the rum gone?" plagiarised Gurthang.

"*hic*," said Glirdan questionably. "It's right there. We can all share."

With an engaging smile, he handed the bottle to Firefoot, who was standing nearest.

"Liquor is evil," Firefoot lectured. She stared at the bottle for a second and then swung it in the air, aiming for Glirdan's head. As soon as the bottle hit its target, the passengers heard a sickening crack and Glirdan lay dead, still smiling. Of course, they should have known that drunks are awfully bad at keeping secrets. Glirdan had none. He was as he appeared.

--

Captain Cailín's Log

Never drink rum, children. It's very bad for you.

~The dead ~
Nogrod – sub-mod, ripped into pieces of flesh and bones by the werewolves on Night1
Cailín – mod, forced to walk the plank at the end of Night1/ the beginning of Day1
Nilpaurion Felagund – ranger, lynched himself at the end of Day1
Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2
Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2.
JennyHallu - Hunter
Formendacil - ordinary passenger
Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3
Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4
Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels
Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4
Findëasëa - ordinary passenger, ripped in pieces in shower during Night5
Glirdan - ordinary passenger, struck down by liquor at the end of Day 5

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Kath -- plotting slave
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)

Night 6 has now started. Bla-di-bla, you know what to do.

06-29-2006, 03:42 PM	#11
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Day 5 Events At the start of the day, Glirdan had accidentally stumbled into Weslamond's and Pirate Roberta's hidden supply of rum. Seeing as they were both deceased and had never tried to kill him (well, not really), he decided he might as well consider himself their unofficial heir. With a satisfied smile, he confiscated the bottles and brought them up to the deck with him, now considering himself properly armed against any threat that might come up this day. After properly dumping Fin's body (according to her personal health regulations), Sir Horatio immediately launched into a series of passionate speeches about the guilt of several of his fellow passengers. It was almost enough to silence the rest of the passengers. Except one. "hic," commented Glirdan reprovingly. He took another swig of rum and eyed Taliesin suspiciously. "You innocent? hic. Nonsensical." The others tried and failed to ignore him. "hic," continued Glirdan. "You know, hic, Fin is the Lover of Weslamond and hic Sir Horatio is their err… dog, yes, hic, I say we lynch them all." "You are aware that two of those you mentioned are already death?" inquired Lalaith. "hic?" Kath rolled her eyes. "I am so tired of him. He's obviously a wolf hiding under perpetual intoxication." "hic," slurred Glirdan. "Am no wolf." He pointed at Sir Horatio with his half empty bottle of rum. "I agree," said Taliesin. "Glirdan's guilty," said Durelin. "Am. No. Wolf," stated Glirdan confidently. "Also, am not intoxicated." Funnily, none of the passengers seemed ready to believe him. The poor drunken sailor, lying slumped on the deck, was soon surrounded by the entire crowd, staring at him menacingly. "You stole all the rum!" yelled Caranlondien. "Yes, why is the rum gone?" plagiarised Gurthang. "hic," said Glirdan questionably. "It's right there. We can all share." With an engaging smile, he handed the bottle to Firefoot, who was standing nearest. "Liquor is evil," Firefoot lectured. She stared at the bottle for a second and then swung it in the air, aiming for Glirdan's head. As soon as the bottle hit its target, the passengers heard a sickening crack and Glirdan lay dead, still smiling. Of course, they should have known that drunks are awfully bad at keeping secrets. Glirdan had none. He was as he appeared. -- Captain Cailín's Log Never drink rum, children. It's very bad for you. ~The dead ~ Nogrod – sub-mod, ripped into pieces of flesh and bones by the werewolves on Night1 Cailín – mod, forced to walk the plank at the end of Night1/ the beginning of Day1 Nilpaurion Felagund – ranger, lynched himself at the end of Day1 Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2 Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2. JennyHallu - Hunter Formendacil - ordinary passenger Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3 Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4 Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4 Findëasëa - ordinary passenger, ripped in pieces in shower during Night5 Glirdan - ordinary passenger, struck down by liquor at the end of Day 5 ~The living ~ Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor Caranlondien -- ships's bartender Kath -- plotting slave Lalaith -- Football Widow Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates Gurthang -- Plank Operator Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel) Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) Night 6 has now started. Bla-di-bla, you know what to do.