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Legate of Amon Lanc · 11-29-2009, 03:00 PM

The reconnaisance team returned at about 3:30 AM with no news about the missing man, yet the only logical explanation was that he indeed went overboard and fell into the rift created by the ship, and sunk. This realisation shook us, but that was only the beginning of the horrors which were about to unfold. The reconnaisance team also informed us that they have spotted what they thought was either an iceberg or a small island rock not very far to the southwest from our trail. We did not know yet the significance which this landmark will take for us in the following days. For now, all our thoughts were occupied with the damaged ship: it seemed, our chief engineer had stated, that we will be able to move, he only wanted to be sure that there is no damage which would prove critical later on and wanted to thoroughly check the ship himself. We left him with the repairs and went to sleep, as many of us had not slept at all that night.

If we only have not listened to our calm leader and sent a pan-pan call right at the moment, things might have taken a very different course. But nothing could have stopped what was happening when we woke up and found the communication, navigation and electrical control devices smashed hopelessly beyond repair. Horrified, we rushed below, only to find the lead engineer's motionless body entangled in a knot of power cables in the underdeck. His face was pallid, his eyes wide open, staring into the ceiling. Most of us shuddered in horror upon seeing his expression. What happened here? That was the mutual question, and we felt reluctant to answer it. And when at last few brave ones examined the body, our fears have been confirmed. This could not have been a suicide, our field medic stated. Somebody strangled that poor man. We stood there, eyeing each other, not knowing what to do, but then again our meteorologist roused us into action. His words were sharp and fast, but we felt he was right – it was necessary to make clear who was responsible for this and why he or she did it.

LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION:

Inziladun - meteorologist
Mnemosyne - field medic
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
Nienna - navigator
Nogrod - old palaeoecologist with is own theory of climate change
Macalaure - palaeomathematician
sally - the original initiator of the expedition
Thinlómien - whale expert
Nerwen - mechanic
Roa - survival guide
Bes - room/store manager
Shasta - sled-dog handler
wilwa - crewmember
Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company
tromkehra - cook/bartender

Day 1 begins. Werewolves, Hunter and Ranger, stop PMing. Everyone, you may start posting here.

11-29-2009, 03:00 PM	#3
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 1 Entry The reconnaisance team returned at about 3:30 AM with no news about the missing man, yet the only logical explanation was that he indeed went overboard and fell into the rift created by the ship, and sunk. This realisation shook us, but that was only the beginning of the horrors which were about to unfold. The reconnaisance team also informed us that they have spotted what they thought was either an iceberg or a small island rock not very far to the southwest from our trail. We did not know yet the significance which this landmark will take for us in the following days. For now, all our thoughts were occupied with the damaged ship: it seemed, our chief engineer had stated, that we will be able to move, he only wanted to be sure that there is no damage which would prove critical later on and wanted to thoroughly check the ship himself. We left him with the repairs and went to sleep, as many of us had not slept at all that night. If we only have not listened to our calm leader and sent a pan-pan call right at the moment, things might have taken a very different course. But nothing could have stopped what was happening when we woke up and found the communication, navigation and electrical control devices smashed hopelessly beyond repair. Horrified, we rushed below, only to find the lead engineer's motionless body entangled in a knot of power cables in the underdeck. His face was pallid, his eyes wide open, staring into the ceiling. Most of us shuddered in horror upon seeing his expression. What happened here? That was the mutual question, and we felt reluctant to answer it. And when at last few brave ones examined the body, our fears have been confirmed. This could not have been a suicide, our field medic stated. Somebody strangled that poor man. We stood there, eyeing each other, not knowing what to do, but then again our meteorologist roused us into action. His words were sharp and fast, but we felt he was right – it was necessary to make clear who was responsible for this and why he or she did it. LIVING MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION: Inziladun - meteorologist Mnemosyne - field medic 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 Nienna - navigator Nogrod - old palaeoecologist with is own theory of climate change Macalaure - palaeomathematician sally - the original initiator of the expedition Thinlómien - whale expert Nerwen - mechanic Roa - survival guide Bes - room/store manager Shasta - sled-dog handler wilwa - crewmember Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company tromkehra - cook/bartender Day 1 begins. Werewolves, Hunter and Ranger, stop PMing. Everyone, you may start posting here. __________________ "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