Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXIII: Journey to Hy Brazil

[Cailín]

And we go sailing, sailing, ever westwards on the sea…

Some call it the Elder Islands, Hy Brazil or its elder variant Hybras, Avallon, the Otherworld…

And some very silly people have named it "Valinor" or even "The United States of America".

Some theorists claim that it was found a long time ago and is now the home of the world's most famous football team.

And some are still looking…

Captain Cailín's log

Scheduled date of departure:

19th of June, 10.00 PM

Crew:

Cailín
Nogrod

Passengers:

Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Holbytlass -- whale hunter
Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist
Lhunardawen -- seasick reluctant traveler
Kath -- plotting slave
JennyHallu -- Dread Pirate Roberta
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Diamond18 -- Weslamond, the Dread Pirate Roberta's protégé
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Formendacil -- Ne'er-do-well stowaway of snobbish, blue-blooded origins
Nilpaurion Felagund -- renowned Jinchuuriki hunter
Rune Son of Bjarne -- crazy slave, with an obsession for cheese
Mormegil -- the vocal nitpick who can find fault in anything
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Eomer of the Rohirrim -- slavedriver
Glirdan -- drunken porter
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)

[Cailín]

Aboard there shall reside:

Four Werewolves
One Seer
One Hunter
One Ranger
One Lover
Thirteen Ordinary Villagers

The Wolves

The four wolves may PM each other during Night phases only. They will then decide upon a kill (and possible strategy) and PM their choice to both the mods before the Night phase ends. The wolves win when their number equals or excels that of the villagers (including the Ordinary Lover).

The Seer

Every Night, including the first, the Seer is allowed one dream. The Seer will PM their choice to both the mods and the role of that person is revealed. The Ordinary Lover will appear as an Ordinary Villager to the Seer's eyes.

The Hunter

The Hunter will take down one person of their choice when they die, whether this be by the hands of the village or the wolves. Their pick may be changed at any time and as often as the Hunter likes (though certain moderation is recommended for the mod's sanity). The Hunter should PM their choice to both mods. Added to that, the Hunter is in touch with the Ranger and they may PM during the Day, allowing them to synchronise their Nightly activities.

The Ranger

Each Night, the Ranger can protect the person of their choice by sending the name of this player to both mods. They are not allowed to protect the same player two Nights in a row. Added to that, the Ranger knows the Hunter quite well and they may PM during the Day, allowing them to synchronise their Nightly activities.

The Lovers

One out of the team of the wolves and one out of the team of the ordinary villagers have overcome the barriers of hairiness, deadly fangs and general bloodthirstiness and have fallen madly in love. They shall be allowed to PM during the Night phase as well as the Day phase. Should one of them be killed, whether by hands of the village, the wolves or even the mods, the other shall die from grief. The Lovers can only win if they survive together.

Other rules:

- You may claim to be anything you like while on this ship, but under no accounts are you allowed to give absolute credit to your claim. Absolute credit is both the publishing of PMs from the moderators or swearing on the Bible / your mother's grave / your copy of the Silmarillion / any other credible thing as the mod takes swearing far too serious indeed.

- Coded messages are greatly discouraged.

- Dead players are dead. Indeed, though this forum suggests otherwise, this means you tell no tales.

- All players should be in invisible mode for as long as they are aboard the ship.

- Editing is only allowed to correct spelling and grammar mistakes, fix bold and italic type, or inform other players of cross-posting if this occurred.

- No vote for two days in a row means a bolt of lightning will mean you shall be eaten by sharks. Very unpleasant. Avoid it, I advise you.

- There will be no double or mass lynching. In case of a tie, the player who first reached the highest vote count is lynched.

- Votes should be cast according to the following format:

++Cailín

on a separate line. Votes will not be retractable - once you have cast your vote, it stays there.

- The narration will contain no clues. No, really.

- Real life problems should be reported on the official T-I-G thread.

- Day and Night Cycles will run from 10 PM to 10 PM London time. Check the time of this post and add 7 hours to see what time this is for you.

NO POSTING ON THIS THREAD BEFORE THE GAME STARTS! All questions you may have can be asked in the official T-I-G thread. Roles will be sent out now.

[Cailín]

In a pub not far from the harbour, two adventurers sat opposite each other. One of them appeared to be a young woman with a less than impressive posture and guileless eyes. The other was of a different mold: an old sailor with a weather-beaten face and hands that seemed to be made out of leather. He had the voice of one who was a stranger in every land.

"You are certain about this?"

The young woman nodded and smiled a half-nervous, half-mysterious smile.

"I swear, sir. I know I can find the place. I only need some help. Or, more precisely, a boat."

In contrast to his, her voice was high and clear, even audible when she tried to lower it to a whisper.

"You have a map? Directions?" He sounded sceptical.

"I have everything we need to know. You will just have to trust me."

"I fail to see why I need make you captain." He leaned back into the chair and took another swig of his drink.

"Well…" she started, and as she spoke, a fire appeared in her eyes that strangely contrasted with her innocent features.

[Cailín]

"Have you decided which way we are headed yet?" asked Nogrod.

Cailín stared over the bow of the ship, squinting against the rising sun. "Westwards, I should think," she replied absentmindedly.

"Hmpf," muttered Nogrod. "I still cannot believe I am going to leave you in charge of my ship."

"Only technically," said Cailín. "Do not worry, I am a great sailor. It's in my blood. More or less. You know. I have cousins."

"And a girl too. A girl in charge of my ship," continued Nogrod, more to himself this time.

"Technically," repeated Cailín. "Oh look, here they come. I managed to trick quite a crowd, don't you think?"

She looked unreasonably proud.

--

In the morning mist, a group of wary travelers had gathered on the docks. They eyed the ship with some suspicion, already quite forgotten why they had allowed themselves to be lured aboard by the innocent-looking girl with the tall tales.

"Not very impressive," remarked Caranlondien. "I don't even think they have a bar."

"Aye. A ship with no ale is no proper ship," grunted the Dread Pirate Roberta.

"Aye," imitated Weslamond, her protégé.

Firefoot's dog set off barking immediately, snapping randomly in the direction of Roberta and Weslamond.

"This is all wrong, I tell you," commented Mormegil, shaking his head. "All wrong."

"Definitely," agreed Holbytlass. "This ship's too small to hunt whales."

"It has a plank," Gurthang pointed out. "A good ship needs no more."

Taliesin grinned nastily. "Captain's a bit small, don't you think?"

"Does this ship even pass by Norroway?" asked Sir Anguirel Spens doubtfully.

"I never wanted to get on in the first place!" wailed Lhunardawen. "I hate water!"

"I'm bored," came in Formendacil, while examining his polished nails.

Nothing to worry about as long as I am present," roared Sir Horatio.

"Hai," added Nilp, never letting his eye of Durelin, who was already reaching for her shuriken.

"Come on, my pretties," smirked Eomer of the Rohirrim, a rather shady looking character, pushing Kath and Rune forwards.

"Abomination," commented Friedrich Engels, glaring at Eomer.

"Where's the cheese?" cried Rune in dismay. "I need my cheese!"

"Oh silent, you. How can I think of a flawless, infallible plan with you constantly yelling in my ear?" said Kath, annoyed.

"Yoo-hooo," sang Glirdan drunkenly, tardy as ever. "Adventure *hic* here I come!"

[Cailín]

As soon as the passengers had all boarded Cailín and Nogrod made ready to leave port. With Nogrod's clear instructions, they quickly hoisted the sails, while the passengers huddled together uncomfortably. Some were already glaring at one another. The deck would prove too small for the large group.

A storm caught them not three miles from the shore.

"Don't worry. That was supposed to happen," said Cailín, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Adventurers always get caught in a storm before they get anywhere."

Nogrod gritted his teeth and made no comment. After a while, only the pleading voice of Rune begging for cheese was heard of the raging of the winds.

As dusk settled, the storm lay down as quickly as it had appeared, though the ship still seemed to be spinning in every direction. Confused, Nogrod ran to the front of the ship, pushing several weary-looking passengers aside, and spotted Cailín, who was fervently spinning the ship's wheel. Every once in a while, she glanced at a piece of weathered paper she was holding.

"Cailín, let me handle the wheel. We need to get her stable!"

"You said I could be the captain, remember?" yelled Cailín. "Besides, you have no idea where we are heading!"

"Cailín, do not be a fool! We need to work together. You cannot steer the ship all by yourself!" grunted Nogrod. He considered for a moment. "It seems you cannot even steer a ship, period.

"I can perfectly well do everything. And by myself," said Cailín, while giving the wheel a final twirl. "There she goes. I'm sure fate will take us wherever necessary."

Nogrod cast her a disbelieving look.

"Oh, and I shall take the cabin," Cailín added. With a last look at the disturbed passengers, taking little note of Lhuna, who was looking decidedly greenish, leaning over the railing, she retreated for the Night.

[Cailín]

Captain Cailín's Log

We left port with 21 passengers aboard. None of them seem particularly interesting. Nogrod is so annoying. Where we are now? Tis a secret.

--

Night One has now started. Werewolves, you may talk but do not need to decide upon a kill toNight. Lovers, do as you will. Seer, please PM Nogrod and me with your first dream.

[Nogrod]

In the darkest hour of the Night, four creatures could be seen crawling the deck as if the ship belonged to them. Triumphantly, they gazed at the black sea stretching out in each direction. Their prey would never escape.

Only Nogrod was still standing at the wheel, muttering to himself. He had tried - in vain - to get the ship back on its original course. While he was trying to judge their current position by the stars, he had to conclude that they had indeed travelled far in one day. It seemed indeed to be further than he had ever travelled. Nogrod was puzzled. None of the constellations looked familiar.

Suddenly, he was disturbed by a noise coming from behind. He turned around, expecting to see Cailín coming to apologise, when he felt a knife piercing his back. Or was it a knife? With semi-conscious eyes, Nogrod took in the shape of four miscreants: hideously large, hairy creatures, part wolf and part man. As the larger one approached with his teeth bared, the brave sailor could not help but faint.

In the morning, Cailín woke up from a dreamless sleep. She blinked a few times to get used to the bright light of a day at sea. As she stretched out, she felt something strange and squishy at the end of her bed. She let out a soft cry. Sitting up in annoyance, she gazed at the thing that had caused her discomfort. Except it was not a thing. It was a mangled corpse, still bearing the marks of the sailor she had known so briefly, though hideously disfigured. His mouth was still open in shock and from the remains of his tongue dangled a crumpled piece of paper with a short note.

The real captain. He was delicious. You'll be next.

In spite of herself, Cailín screamed.


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Her scream woke the other passengers with a start. Some of the more alert ones immediately rushed to the Captain's cabin. They quickly took in the scene, several crying in dismay at the sight of the mangled body of the person they had really trusted to take them home safely.

"Oh dear," said Firefoot.

"Look!" yelled Cailín. "Look at the marks, the hairs! We have werewolves aboard, there can be no other explanation!"

The other passengers exchanged fleeting looks.

"Well," said Taliesin eventually. "I can think of one other…" He grinned, never letting his eyes of Captain Cailín.

"He is right," said Findeasea softly. "We overheard them fighting. She must have been afraid Nogrod would undermine her authority."

Slowly, the passengers closed in on her.

"What…," whimpered Cailín, starting to comprehend.

"You tricked us aboard!" screamed Lhunardawen suddenly. "You tricked us and now we are all going to die!"

"I didn't…," Cailín interrupted her indignantly.

"You lured us aboard with false motives and empty promises," cut in Lalaith. "Can you deny it?"

"Not completely false and empty," protested Cailín.

"There is no cheese on this ship!" cried Rune hysterically. "No cheese!"

"She's mad," claimed Caranlondien. "You saw how she acted last night."

"Besides, there is something basically wrong with the entire concept of having a 'Captain'," stated Friedrich Engels wisely.

"She is a wolf. Don't ask me, I can just tell," said Eomer of the Rohirrim with his usual air of casual superiority.

"Well, dear," said Gurthang. "Seems like you are going to walk the plank!"

Dragging Cailín along, the passengers left the cabin and stepped out on the deck. The young woman was hardly putting up a fight, just looking thoroughly annoyed and extremely sorry for herself. Sir Anguirel hoisted her up the plank and there she stood, gazing at the crowd.

"She's one too many on this ship," said Gurthang, approaching the Captain menacingly. "Any final words?"

"But…," Cailín said with her lip trembling. "But it's my birthday!"

"Oh, who cares!" came in Formendacil.

With one final, decisive shove, Cailín tumbled into the water. After splashing around for a few moments, the passengers saw her submerge. They waited patiently, staring at the calm sea below them. Two full minutes passed before the body of the once captain Cailín surfaced again, eyes still wide open. staring helplessly at the unknown sky. She had not transformed and all secrets she may have had drowned with her, then and there.

"Maybe it wasn't really her," said Holbytlass, after all had been silent for a while.

"Quite possibly," agreed Sir Horatio, glaring at his fellow passengers suspiciously.

"But that means," continued Holbytlass, looking decidedly uncomfortable. "That means that among us…"

Several others nodded in agreement.

"Told you it was a bad plan," said Mormegil triumphantly. "Now what do we do? We're lost and we have no captain."

"Someone must keep the log," said Durelin. "It's the sensible thing to do."

"I can be captain!" spoke Dread Pirate Roberta. "Aye, and a bloody good one, too."

"Aye," imitated Weslamond.

"To hell you can be captain!" yelled Firefoot. "You probably are responsible for this in the first place."

And thus, accusations began flying.

[Nogrod]

Captain Cailín's Log

We are in the middle of nowhere. We have werewolves aboard. We just killed the one person who had some clue where home is.

Sounds like trouble.

Signed,

Formendacil



--

~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

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Caranlondien -- ships's bartender
Holbytlass -- whale hunter
Findëasëa -- Occupational health and safety specialist
Lhunardawen -- seasick reluctant traveler
Kath -- plotting slave
JennyHallu -- Dread Pirate Roberta
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Diamond18 -- Weslamond, the Dread Pirate Roberta's protégé
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Formendacil -- Ne'er-do-well stowaway of snobbish, blue-blooded origins
Nilpaurion Felagund -- renowned Jinchuuriki hunter
Rune Son of Bjarne -- crazy slave, with an obsession for cheese
Mormegil -- the vocal nitpick who can find fault in anything
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Eomer of the Rohirrim -- slavedriver
Glirdan -- drunken porter
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)


Day1 has now started.

Wolves stop PM-ing.

Lovers can continue PM-ing and the Hunter and Ranger may start PM-ing.

Villagers, start talking. There will be more deaths yet toDay.

[Diamond18]

Werewolves aboard a ship? Inconceivable!

(Bet you're surprised I can say more than just "aye," aye?)

We all know Eomer is guilty so let's just off him. And then drink rum. Sound like a plan?

[Anguirel]

O lang, land may the ladies sit
Wi' thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords
For they'll se thame na mair.
Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deip:
And thair lies guid Captain Cailín,
Wi' the logbook incomplete.

Ah, whit grim dairstard did the deed?
Word goes 'gainst Eomer,
Yet Weslamond there sits content
Nursing a scheme not fair?

Well, that was rather stupid of us. I know I was overdoing the Scotch. But can you imagine my emotions when I checked the chart and found Norroway was the other side of the flipping ocean?

Ahem. More when there is more of moment to discourse (and balladify) upon.

[Formendacil]

Sweet, I got to make a note in the logbook.

Don't kill me, all of you: I now have a job.

The temptation to pull a Nilp and vote myself is... tempting. I simultaneously want a quick out of this game (laziness) and to survive to the end... being a good sport, I'll try for the latter... but a Day 1 death would amuse me no end.

Especially since it would likely be because of this post here.

As I've stated game after game.... short of a stupid slip up (an' I ain't stoopid...) there is no way other than dumb luck to catch a wolf on Day 1.

Day 1s...

[Glirdan]

Hic! What's hic all this I hic hear about our Captain hic Cailin being forced to hic walk the plank? Hic hic HIICCC!! Oh dear. Hic! Now how are we hic going to hic get hic home!?

I say we scrounge hic around in hic the Captain's quarters to hic see hic if there's any hic maps. *Looks around groggily* No volun-HIC-teers? Okay. Hic! Fine. Hic! Until someone hic get enough courahic to check, I suggest we hic look for those damned hic Wolves starting with hic that plotting slave, Kahicth! I mean come hic on! She's a hic slave hic plotting hic something! What if it's hic the dethic of us?

I need to go hic lie down. I shall be hic back once I feel hic less sihic.

[Diamond18]

Leave it to Form to bring up the spirit of Ennui first. Might I suggest a signature change to something along the lines of "I'm so bored, kill me now"?

I still maintain that a more satisfying and enjoyable way to spend the Day would be to gang up on the kilted slave driver. Yo ho to ho.

I'm going to go scour the ship for treasure and slay a few rats for fun. I'll be back in a few hours to see if there's anything interesting going on (i.e. to see who has taken the "I'm so bored, kill me now" bait. )

[Durelin]

Whoa.

I'm...

on time?

No..wait...

early?

Arr, werewolves?!

. . .

Shunshin no Jutsu!

Gone.

[Gurthang]

What horrible timing. This interupted my Bible reading. Just got finished with I Corinthians 13. Oh, and I swe... er, I'm not supposed to do that, am I.

Originally Posted by Diamond18

We all know Eomer is guilty so let's just off him. And then drink rum. Sound like a plan?

Yeah! Except one thing... the rum is gone!

*Captain Jack Sparrow appears out of nowhere*
Sparrow: "But why is the rum gone?!"

Well, it's gone because... Glirdan drank it all! I say we send him off the plank next for drinking all the rum.

[Kath]

That slave driver's been driving me nuts.

I've an idea! Let's kill him off now, Rune will back me up, if he quits playing with that cheese of his.

I'll be over there *points vaguely* plotting. Yell if you want me.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

werewolves that's terri. . . .What is that, do I smell cheese, yes it deffenetly smells of Edam cheese!

what was I saying, oh yeah. Thats not good at all, unless they are really fuzzy and cute, uh what if you can milk them then we could get some cheese! That would be nice, yes it would really nice.

[Taliesin]

What now? Werewolves? Lynching.. that almost sounds like my sort of thing.

Perhaps we should start off by killing Glirdan, with all that booze and
hiccing of his, I doubt he makes much sense .

[Lalaith]

It looks like the sun is well and truly over the yard-arm and many of my fellow passengers are resorting to strong drink to get them through what has become a truly horrible journey...actually, now that you come to mention it, if anyone's got a spare G-and-T knocking about I wouldn't say no.
Even taking alcohol consumption into account, here's more eccentricity flying around than I would have expected, even for day one. And some things that are just plain odd. Our stowaway grandly talks of suicidal ennui and stupid slips, while the plank operator seems to be dropping not anchors but biblical hints.
I must away to my cabin to sleep and ponder, but will join you again anon.

[Firefoot]

Gurthang is cracking me up. Do wolves crack people up?

What's the drill now? Something about lynching Eomer...?

M'dear dog Ralph (a perfectly canonical name, I assure you!) here seems to think that we should lynch all the pirates... pirating is a right wolvish thing to do, now, maybe they are wolves. Hm.

[The Saucepan Man]

Ahoy, me hearties!

Never fear, for Rear-Admiral Horatio Potboiler, naval commander etxraordinaire (retired) is here, what ho? What this ship needs is a cove with solid maritime experience to steer us home afore sunset. And you need look no further than this humble servant of the seaways. I'll have this vessel ship-shape and Bristol fashion in short order and we'll be back on dry land afore ye can shiver a timber. There'll be no more Werewolf attacks while I'm in charge.

*HONK! Dishonourable discharge! Dishonourable discharge! HONK!*

Ah now, don't ye mind Goosey Gander thar on me shoulder. He waddled into a court martial once and picked up a few lines that he's been a'repeating ever since.

*HONK! Drunk in charge of the flagship! Dishonourable discharge! HONK!

See what I mean. Utter nonsense! It's common knoweldge that I retired with full naval honours. Dishonourable discharge indeed!

*HONK! Lost at sea! Lost at sea! HONK!*

Complete gibberish. Never been lost at sea in me life. And I don't intend to start now. Just place yourselves under my command and I'll have you all back to port in time for tea. Cow pasties all round at Mrs Miggins Pie-shop and a measure of rum for all who pitch in.

*HONK! Mutiny! Mutiny! Sir Horatio cast adrift in the dinghy! Crew and vessel unaccounted for! Dishonourable discharge! HONK!*

Hehe! I really don't know where he gets this stuff from. Pure fantasy! Now, muster yer slaves, Mr Of the Rohirrim. There's mainsails to be hoisted and rigging to be climbed. Come, Mister Gurthang, Mister Mormegil and young Master Glirdan. We have work to do. Sir Anguirel, you take charge of the oriental ninja-types, the shady cove and the stowaway. Lock them in the brig, for I don't trust them one jot. And ladies, stow yerselves below decks. This be man's work.

*HONK! He's a Wolf! He's a Wolf! HO...[choke]!*

Desist, Mr Gander! You go too far. Let that be a lesson to you.

Now, get to work, me hearties. If you need me, I'll be in the Captain's Cabin studying the charts.

[JennyHallu]

I can't help that I'm a Pirate. I answer a high calling. But can we focus a bit here? There are four wolves among us. That's almost a fifth of this village. And I would bet that at least one of the nonsense spouters to have posted since Cailin's unfortunate demise is lupine, yarr?

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by Kath

That slave driver's been driving me nuts.

I've an idea! Let's kill him off now, Rune will back me up, if he quits playing with that cheese of his.

What's that? Mutinous talk? I'll not hear of it. Not aboard my ship. Now get to work, the two of you and we'll hear no more of yer mutterings.

*[choke]*

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by Firefoot

M'dear dog Ralph (a perfectly canonical name, I assure you!) here seems to think that we should lynch all the pirates... pirating is a right wolvish thing to do, now, maybe they are wolves. Hm.

Pirates you say? I'll not tolerate the scurvy knaves. Mister Gurthang. Ready yer plank. We have pirates to attend to.

*HONK! Lynch Sir Horatio! HO ... [choke]*

[Durelin]

*re-appears*

Mmmm...goose. *licks lips*

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Originally Posted by kath

That slave driver's been driving me nuts.
I've an idea! Let's kill him off now, Rune will back me up, if he quits playing with that cheese of his.

I am not playing with my cheese! It is not some kind of a toy, you know. This tiny piece of Feta is the only cheese I got left, it is precious to me.

Kill him? maybe we should! Nasty slave driver never gives us. . . I mean me any cheese.

Originally Posted by Admiral Seasick

What's that? Mutinous talk? I'll not hear of it. Not aboard my ship. Now get to work, the two of you and we'll hear no more of yer mutterings.

Muttering, guttering, buttering, fluttering, O! tra-la-la-lally

[Glirdan]

Well, it's gone because... Glirdan drank it all! I say we send him off the plank next for drinking all the rum. (Gurth)

What!? The rum is hic all gone hic!?!? This is terrible!! HICC!!!

Gurthang is cracking me up. Do wolves crack people up? (Lal)

Good hic question hic! Keep an eye hic on hic him for me hic, will you? I must hic leave hic. I'm still not hic better...

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by one of the slaves

Muttering, guttering, buttering, fluttering, O! tra-la-la-lally

Such insolence!

Slight delay on the making head or tail of the charts front, chaps and chappesses. So it looks like we might have to spend one more night at sea. In which case, one of our number must walk the plank before sundown. Candidates galore, as far as I can see.

Durelin -- Shifty ninja-type. Can't understand a word she says. Lynch her, I say!
Caranlondien -- No bar aboard. No point in keeping her.
Holbytlass -- A whale hunter, you say? That's no job for a lady. Take a lie down in the women's quarters and let the men do the sailing, m'dear.
Findëasëa -- No room for occupational health and safety aboard a ship of Her Majesty's Navy. Take a stroll round the deck to clear your pretty little head of such flights of fancy.
Lhunardawen -- Can't understand why the sea-life doesn't agree with her. Look after her will you please, ladies?
Kath -- Back to work, yer scurvy knave and no more mutinous talk from you.
JennyHallu -- A pirate, ergo she must walk the plank forthwith.
Lalaith -- Ah, the Beautiful Game is indeed not best apprecited by the fairer gender. Best join Holbytlass below decks, me girl.
Diamond18 -- Another pirate! Zounds, avast with her.
Firefoot -- I trust anyone with such an eminently sensible dog. Care to swap him for Goosey gander?

*HONK! Lynch the dog! Lynch the dog!* HONK!

Gurthang -- Plank Operator. Useful chappie.
Formendacil -- Can't say I approve of stowaways. But he's blue-blooded, so can't be all bad.
Nilpaurion Felagund -- Another ninja chappie. What with all these ninjas and priates, no wonder we find ourselves in such dire straits. Hang him high.
Rune Son of Bjarne -- Don't like his insolence. But he may shape up. Back to work, wretch, and I'll consider sparing ye the cat o' nine tails.
Mormegil -- Solid fellow. Best keep him around for now.
Taliesin -- A thief and a scoundrel. Cast him adrift. He knows the score.
Saucepan Man -- An admirable fellow.
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel) -- A scholar and a gentleman, and honoured by Her Majesty to boot. I'm rather taken with his shanty.
Eomer of the Rohirrim -- Needs to keep his slaves under better control. Provided he does, we will do well to keep him.
Glirdan -- Poor fellow needs to sober up. No good to man nor beast in his state. It doesn't do to be drunk on deck.

*HONK! You should know! HONK!*

Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) -- Misguided politically, poor fellow, but may prove useful.

So I say we lynch:

JennyHallu
Diamond18
Taliesin
Durelin
Nilpaurion Felagund

What? Only four Wolves, you say? Ah well, let's start at the top and see how things work out. If the pirates and the thief turn out innocent, it'll be no loss anyway.

[Diamond18]

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

And ladies, stow yerselves below decks. This be man's work.

Ha! Ha ha! Obviously you have never heard of the Dread Pirate Roberta... which is odd, since she is known of and dreaded far and wide. Some seaman you are, arr. At any rate, DPR and DPR Jr. (that's me) could take you in a swordfight, a battle of strength, and quite easily in a battle of wits, I assure you. Avast! You'll need us in a battle against werewolves, I'll warrant.

*wanders away grumbling about daft old English gentry*

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by D18

Obviously you have never heard of the Dread Pirate Roberta...

I was addressing the ladies. And a pirate is no lady in my books, Audrification notwithstanding.

An amendment:

Diamond18
JennyHallu
Taliesin
Durelin
Nilpaurion Felagund

Now off to the plank with you and let's see how you like dancing with the sharks. Fine swordplay and sharp wits will not avail ye in Davy Jones' Locker.

[Diamond18]

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

I was addressing the ladies. And a pirate is no lady in my books, Audrification notwithstanding.

Oh, well that's okay then.

Though I do not trust you, old fool. Anyone who advocates keeping the Rohirric One around is bound to be up to no good, no good at all. That, coupled with the insane ranting and blatant attempts to seize control of the ship, makes ye look highly suspect in my book. Aye. I mean, really, making lynch lists? So who died and made you the Good Wizard, eh?

[Caranlondien]

No bar aboard! And Glirdan's gone and drunk all the rum... What's a bartender to do? Lucky I've brought my own supply of spirits. So I'll be in the galley, serving drinks. I've an open ear, so feel free to confide any wolvish woes in me... I won't tell anyone, I swear! Well, it was worth a try.

Oh, and I say we lynch Sir Potboiler's parrot, but not Sir Potboiler himself, as I suspect he'll be a regular customer.

[mormegil]

Not enough sense on this ship to do much of anything if you ask me. Really we are wasting our time here, aren't we. Perhaps we should just lock everybody away in separate quarters and let me have control of this ship as I don't trust a one of you to get the job done, what with SpM's horrible talking goose. Whoever heard of such a beast. Maybe in Narnia but not here. I can only see good in eating that goose before I revert to savage cannibalism.

If Glirdan could utter a single intelligible sentence I might want to keep him around but I've got no use for a drunk on ship now.

Formendacil's pain and agony should be dragged out, death would be an easy escape for one his type. Thinks he's so high and mighty and yet stows away without paying proper passage. I say we demand he pay or we hang him too.

And Diamond fancies herself the Dread Pirate Roberta, well I'm sorry dear but that just doesn't sound dreadful to me. It sounds more campy and fun, but I'll take you seriously for a moment *snickering* well if you are the true dread pirate roberta those WW better be careful because their up against...*hysterically laughing* Oh I just can't do it. I can't possible take a pirate who calls herself Roberta seriously.

I'm not certain what Rune and Kath did to earn slavery but I'm sure they deserve it. In the event that we don't have a good suspect, they might make a good scapegoat and we could lynch them.

But

++Glirdan

I can't understand what that lad says and that is enough for me.

[Gurthang]

Originally Posted by Caranlondien

I won't tell anyone, I swear!

*gasp* Rulebreaker! Swearing has been forbidden (by Cailín)!

I see that we do have a few pirates around. And it's my job to make sure that these pirates get what they deserve: a short drop and a sudden stop.* But, seeing as we're at sea, our lovely plank will do well to replace our gallows.

Oh, Durelin, are you sure you're not using Shoten no Jutsu.

So, since lists are always so popular, I think I'll make one. And this is strictly for Day 1 usage. In no particular order:

Glirdan (For drinking all the rum.)
Caran (For breaking the No Swearing bi-law.)
Durelin (For using unnatural martial arts.)
JennyHallu (For being a pirate.)

Diamond almost made the list, but she's not a real pirate. And only real pirates automatically make the list. For now anyway.


*Sorry, but just watched Pirates of the Caribbean again the other day. And being on a ship has quotes coming out of my ears.

[Caranlondien]

Swearing has been forbidden

Whoops!

Disclaimer: In case anyone thought I was being serious, I will not refrain from passing on any werewolf-related information you choose to disclose to me. In fact, if, while drinking an excess of mead, you confide in me that you are a werewolf, I will scream "Wolf!" and help the rest of the passengers push you off the plank. Of course, I'll do all that after I've made sure you've paid your tab.

Darn law-suits, all those werewolves claiming breaches of patron-bartender confidentiality

Also, apparently I missed that Rear-Admiral Sir Whats-his-face's avian companion is not a parrot, but rather a goose. Which explains the honks. So I hereby amend my previous suggestion to be that we lynch the goose.

[Anguirel]

(returns Sir Horato Potboiler's friendly greeting with a cold stare)

SIR HORATIO: A scholar and a gentleman, and honoured by Her Majesty to boot. I'm rather taken with his shanty.

(Sir Anguirel draws his claymore)

SIR ANGUIREL: I am nary honoured one whit by yon English Queen, do ye here me, aye? I was dubbed a kneght by none aither than Alexander the Thaird, King of Scots, and serve Scotland and the True Kirk, and ye'll do best to remember it, aye. And that goes for yerrer footba team as well, Sassenach...

Excuse me, I tend to break into my native accent (or song) at moments of high emotion. Do forgive me.

I don't agree with Formendacil in the slightest and I feel shades of Nilp in a ballad told some time ago of murderous ducks.

Incidentally...(stares curiously at Sir Horatio's goose, and crosses himself solemnly)

As for yon pirate scum, I am with the Englishman on that account. Put them to the sword, I say. Yet we should remember that werewolf spirits do not necessarily lurk beneath scoundrel exteriors. Anyone-even sweet wee Lhuna-could house a tortured, fell spirit. I say we hang the wolves and then deal with any remaining pirates. All the more combat, and I relish it, yearghhh...

And the fine upstanding slave-driver, he and I got acquainted over whisky. I'll not hang a fellow resident of Alba...

[Lhunardawen]

*leans over the ship's railings and baaaaarfs*

Sweet indeed, Sir Anguirel. Would you rather not say sour? All this *barfs* is getting to me. But to business...

Firefoot and Gurthang are the Lovers. This open, mutual understanding of 1 Corinthians 13 is their way of hiding out in the open. Firefoot's the wolf, and she will be the bane of us all unless she is lynched.

Her fellow wolves are Fin, Taliesin, and Friedrich Engels. But no one will care toDay, because what everyone wants is to get that kilt-wearing slavedriver lynched. Like this:

++EOMER OF THE ROHIRRIM

After mourning his innocence, the passengers will commence with lynching the pirates one by one because ninjas are cooler than pirates!

*tries to run away from Roberta and her protégé but stumbles on her non-sea legs and is caught by...*

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

*starts singing, pretty much without a consistend melody*

The world is full of beautiful women, It is driving me insane, even when they are not near. The thought about women disappear When you live as many years as a slave as I, you start thinking of:

Roquefort and emmentaler, gorgonzola,
I will give Anything for feta!
Brie or camembert,
Or what smells even worse old cheese from Crete
Cheese, I want cheese, I must have cheese!

*mumbling*
I am not sure I like that Horato Parboiled at all. . .

Originally Posted by Lhuna

After mourning his innocence, the passengers will commence with lynching the pirates one by one because ninjas are cooler than pirates!

True true ! Lhuna you shall lead and I shall follow. . .

++EOMER OF THE ROHIRRIM

He is an evil slave driver who, keeps all chesse to him self. He forgets that all wealth is the product of labour!
Hey who said that? Those are not my words!

(I am not sure wether I will return later or not, hence the early vote)

[Taliesin]

Good morning, my fellow lost ones. Just got out of my cabin and you're already shouting about this werewolf thing again eh?

Let's not jump to conclusion about my past shall we? I might have committed a few crimes here and there in the past, but with all these pirates around, it's a possibility I'm not even the worst!
Y'all should leave the poor slave driver alone, a man's got to make a living one way or another. Frankly, that slave with all his mumbling and singing about cheese seems like a fella I wouldn't trust at all. Never trust a man who prefers cheese over woman, I say.

Mr. Rear-Admiral Horatio Potboiler, quite a mouth full, there's something about he and gooses that make me don't trust him.. at all.

[Glirdan]

I have returned and I feel a lot better with only the odd hic! Now, to try and get what I said earlier across... Lynch Kath! She's a plotting hic slave! Who knows if she's plotting to kill us!? Hic! How do we know she's not a Wolf in a slave disguise and is really plotting to kill us when she says she's plotting to escape!? Lynche her! Hic!

++Kath