[Legate of Amon Lanc]

We have reached the island in an even more tense mood than before. Of course we had to spend some time to take care of our navigator's body. Now that it came to it, there seemed no other choice than to bury her in the snow, there was no way to preserve all the bodies aboard the ship until our return home, not to speak of the question which kept haunting us: if we were to return home at all.

I guess it is a habit for us humans to calm our minds by work or examination, satisfying our curiosity and at the same time letting our thoughts roam free of the momentary situation, as grim as it is. Upon reaching the island, we started inspecting it. Its material was black basaltic rock, possibly raised by the same process which formed the Gakkel Ridge nearby, deep under the sea. It wasn't even very large in size, though we could have assumed that its mass gradually grows under the ice until it reaches the bottom or joins some other unseen formation of submarine rock.

It was most interesting for us to discover that even though the island's surface was covered with ice and snow (presumably of long-term nature), the layer of ice was very thin in some places, thin enough for us to actually notice that some of the depressions in the ground are mere covering for rifts in the rocky surface itself, and crevices which did not seem to actually be filled with snow but merely covered with a layer of ice, and beneath them they continued into unseen depths. It was our young assistant who first noticed the irregularities in the snow layer near the southern edge of the island, and it was also her who marked the position of the crevasse larger than the others, whose ice cork was disrupted - possibly melted during some recent thermal wave - and which eventually seemed to turn into a large shaft mysteriously disappearing underground.

We started to explore the surroundings more closely, looking for possible signs of similar intriguing features of the island's surface. Yet our efforts were soon once again interrupted by the cries of our young assistant, who alone remained close to her original find. When we reached the place, she was already dead - and we had no doubt what had attacked her.

But it was the polar bear biologist who noticed the tracks near the gaping fissure - tracks most intriguing and most unnerving by their nature. It was what seemed like an usual set of tracks of a quadrupedal animal, a sight quite common in the southern latitudes but quite rare at our current site. What seemed peculiar was that these tracks did not seem fresh at all, as far as we could say. There hasn't been any fresh snow for several days and it was clear that the tracks must be more than several hours old. Yet the crowning abnormality of the fact - especially in relation to what we have just experienced during the previous days - that these were undeniably wolf tracks and that they were coming from underground - led us to shift our focus on the curious crevasse.

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

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 (innocent)
Greenie - senior assitant to important scientists in the company - killed on Night 4 (innocent)

Day 4 starts. Night folks, stop PMing. Everybody, you may start posting.