[Legate of Amon Lanc]

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...