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Brinniel · 06-14-2009, 10:02 PM

Belay that talk! 'Tis deadline.

I need to count the tally to be sure, but I believe it is McCaber who is to be sent to Davy Jones' locker.

EDIT: Indeed it is McCaber who has the black spot. His role was....well, I'm not gonna tell you that!

Narration should come sometime tonight, probably sooner than later since I'm tired.

P.S. Gwath's vote doesn't count since it was not bolded.

Brinniel · 06-15-2009, 01:04 AM

Th' Grey Gaurhoth's first day without a (livin') cap'n was a chaotic one. Bein' th' rude band 'o pirates they were, they all took th' time to accuse, insult, 'n threaten one another. Shark Tooth Shasta made an attempt to take charge 'n keep th' ship organised. But all he got in turn were pointed fin'ers.
"Obviously he be our culprit," Slippery McCabbie was th' first to state. "Bein' next in line, he must've offed our cap'n to pillage th' position."
"Arrr, that be a ridiculous theory," replied Shark Tooth Shasta. But it seemed several others agreed wit' Slippery McCabbie.
"Off to Davy Jones he be," cried Sally Dawkins.

But as th' day continued on, th' crew decided that Slippery McCabbie's sudden silence after his first accusation was most disconcertin'.
"His name explains it all. He be too quick to point his fin'er, then he goes to hide like a coward," said Lommy th' Infected. "These be not th' actions 'o a loyal hand. We ought to strin' him up!"
Several others grunted in agreement 'n th' decision was made.

Puffy Shirt Rikae 'n Nogrod th' Fashionably Late grabbed hold 'o their bosun 'n Inziladun Jones threw th' hempen halter around his neck. Luckily fer poor McCabbie Dagger, his death was a quick one as th' rope immediately snapped his neck wit' a loud crack. But 'o course, like Cap'n Brinn, death would not be th' end 'o him.
"Now what be ye swabs goin' to do?" he asked, still hangin' from th' hempen halter. "I told ye lot I be innocent, but ye had to be off murderin' me anyway."
"Ye may be dead, but whar's th' proof ye're innocent?" Boromir th' Malformed replied. "We can't just take ye word fer it."
"No we can't," agreed Cowerin' Gwath. "But how be we to be knowin' when we've caught our mutineers?"
"I suppose we'll be knowin' once thar be no more deaths at nightfall," answered Mac Sparrow. "Surely these aggressors won't stop wit' our cap'n. All 'o us may have to sleep wit' one eye open t'night."
"Well that won't be easy," sighed Almost-Blind Nerwen adjustin' her tattered eyepatch.

Leavin' th' corpse 'o Slippery McCabbie hangin' next to th' head 'o their cap'n to rot, th' crew 'o th' Grey Gaurhoth settled in fer what would be a long nightfall.
"If they think t'night's goin' to be rough, they have no idea what's comin' fer them in th' days to follow," commented Black Death Brinn to her dead companion. "Be interestin'... Begad, me nose itches. Whar's a hand when ye need one?"

The Living:

-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon
-Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin)
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe)
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner
-Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker
-Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker
-Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook
-Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey

The Ghosted:

-Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod)
-Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig

Night 2 has begun. Aggressors plot away. Spy, choose who ye be watchin'. Protector, stand ye guard. Avenger, choose ye duel partner.

Brinniel · 06-15-2009, 10:26 PM

As th' rest 'o th' crew soundly slept, Lil' Green th' Staggerin' Drunk tiptoed her way into th' galley to find herself some spiced rum. After th' long day, she was not nearly as drunk as she need be 'n bein' sober was just no fun.
"Now whar be that rum?" she mumbled to herself as she sifted through th' galley's supply.
"Lookin' fer 'tis?" said a voice from behind.
Lil' Green turned around to find a shadowed figure leanin' over a barrel 'o rum. Her eyes lit up seein' her much-needed rum.
"Ooh," she started towards th' figure reachin' fer th' barrel. "Gimme some."
"Okay." th' figure let out a large grin.

Then from out 'o th' shadows, more figures appeared. Grabbin' Lil' Green by th' hair, th' aggressors pulled her below just underneath th' openin' 'o th' barrel.
"Get th' funnel," an aggressor demanded.
A funnel was shoved in Lil' Green's mouth 'n th' rum was poured. At first, Lil' Green eagerly gulped below th' rum, but when she could drink no more (which was quite a lot) th' rum still kept comin'. Them eager gulps soon became frantic gurgles. Poor Lil' Green struggled 'n fought against her aggressors, but they were too strong. They cackled 'n jeered as they emptied th' entire contents 'o th' barrel into th' wee powder monkey's mouth.

Th' next mornin' th' crew awoke to a scream comin' from th' galley. All hands came runnin' only to find a very upset Stutterin' Wilwa Scab.
"What be th' matter?" asked Poop Deck Kath.
"Th-th-th' rum be g-gone," th' cook sobbed.
"Oh no," Eön Bloodbeard cried.
"That's not possible," replied an angry Short Ruth Mith. "Thar was a whole barrel here last nightfall."
"Then whar has all th' rum gone?" asked Ham-Hands Izzy.
"I'll bet I be knowin' who drank it," said High-Pitched Annu. "It was that staggerin' drunk Lil' Green. Whar be she anyway?"

Th' crew looked around only to realise Lil' Green was not standin' among them. But it did not take long to find her. Just behind th' empty barrel lay th' body 'o Lil' Green lookin' green as her name.
"Looks like she got a wee bit carried away last night," noted Dancin' Mira.
"I doubt that," said Eomer Bonny. "Looks more like th' aggressors got to her." He pointed at th' bruises on her wrists.

Another Day 'n another death. Another chance to find th' culprits who were killin' them off one by one. But 'tis time they would have to do it without any rum.

Th' corpse 'o Lil' Green let out a loud burp.

The Living:

-Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter
-Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy
-Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster
-Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot
-Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner
-Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook
-Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate
-High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon
-Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin)
-Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper
-Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist
-Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe)
-Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey
-Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner
-Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker
-Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker
-Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook
-Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey

The Ghosted:

-Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod)
-Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig
-Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum

Day 2 has begun. Whether ye be dead or living, ye may now discuss.

McCaber · 06-15-2009, 10:43 PM

Oi, you lot! It's gonna take a lot more than a filthy hangin' to keep me down!

So I'm innocent, but no one will trust that statement. At least, I wouldn't if I were still up. At least now I have time to find a brilliant thought with no pressure to post. (Joke:) This is like the perfect role for me!

And Greenie is almost certainly an innocent. Later in the game, I wouldn't make that assumption, but on Day1 it's as safe a bet as you'll get here.

Shastanis Althreduin · 06-15-2009, 10:55 PM

So DAT be why all'n the rum's gone.

Obv'sly I keelhauled Little Drunk Green cauz she'm suspectin' me.

Nerwen · 06-15-2009, 11:46 PM

Shiver me timbers, this be a catastrophe, mates! No rum! Half on us'll be in th' horrors come sundown, ye mark me!

...Oh, an' 'tis is a pity about the poor wee wench, too.

She ha' not said much, apart from her a-votin' o' Shark Tooth Shasta.

I reckon she got it on account o' no' havin' the look o' a co-conspirator, in the main. But belike th'agressors be tryin' some lay o' makin' Shark Tooth swing for her, or else he's one on' 'em an' they reckoned she were the spy. Be nay way o' tellin'.

EDIT: repeated word.
EDIT2:spelling.

Nerwen · 06-16-2009, 12:45 AM

Th' cabin-boy ha' still no explained this remark o' her'n:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rikae

I be a' thinkin' fer instance, that even though th' cap'n (or somebody) sez tha we won't learn th' alignment o' the scurvy dog we force to walk the plank each day, there's one man among us who be th' exception to that rule, if yer catch my drift.

I axes her fer a wee explanation, an' she sez:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rikae

It's right thar in th' contract, me hearty,ef ye got' th' eyes t' see . Ye just ha' t' think on it apiece.

Arr, Puffy-Shirt, happen me remainin' eye be no up to th' task. (It be main tactless o' ye' to be speakin' o' deadlights to sich a one as I, but I be lettin' that pass on account o' yer tender years.)

06-14-2009, 10:02 PM	#1
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	Belay that talk! 'Tis deadline. I need to count the tally to be sure, but I believe it is McCaber who is to be sent to Davy Jones' locker. EDIT: Indeed it is McCaber who has the black spot. His role was....well, I'm not gonna tell you that! Narration should come sometime tonight, probably sooner than later since I'm tired. P.S. Gwath's vote doesn't count since it was not bolded. __________________ Nolite te bastardes carborundorum Last edited by Brinniel; 06-14-2009 at 10:16 PM.

06-15-2009, 01:04 AM	#2
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	Day 1 Th' Grey Gaurhoth's first day without a (livin') cap'n was a chaotic one. Bein' th' rude band 'o pirates they were, they all took th' time to accuse, insult, 'n threaten one another. Shark Tooth Shasta made an attempt to take charge 'n keep th' ship organised. But all he got in turn were pointed fin'ers. "Obviously he be our culprit," Slippery McCabbie was th' first to state. "Bein' next in line, he must've offed our cap'n to pillage th' position." "Arrr, that be a ridiculous theory," replied Shark Tooth Shasta. But it seemed several others agreed wit' Slippery McCabbie. "Off to Davy Jones he be," cried Sally Dawkins. But as th' day continued on, th' crew decided that Slippery McCabbie's sudden silence after his first accusation was most disconcertin'. "His name explains it all. He be too quick to point his fin'er, then he goes to hide like a coward," said Lommy th' Infected. "These be not th' actions 'o a loyal hand. We ought to strin' him up!" Several others grunted in agreement 'n th' decision was made. Puffy Shirt Rikae 'n Nogrod th' Fashionably Late grabbed hold 'o their bosun 'n Inziladun Jones threw th' hempen halter around his neck. Luckily fer poor McCabbie Dagger, his death was a quick one as th' rope immediately snapped his neck wit' a loud crack. But 'o course, like Cap'n Brinn, death would not be th' end 'o him. "Now what be ye swabs goin' to do?" he asked, still hangin' from th' hempen halter. "I told ye lot I be innocent, but ye had to be off murderin' me anyway." "Ye may be dead, but whar's th' proof ye're innocent?" Boromir th' Malformed replied. "We can't just take ye word fer it." "No we can't," agreed Cowerin' Gwath. "But how be we to be knowin' when we've caught our mutineers?" "I suppose we'll be knowin' once thar be no more deaths at nightfall," answered Mac Sparrow. "Surely these aggressors won't stop wit' our cap'n. All 'o us may have to sleep wit' one eye open t'night." "Well that won't be easy," sighed Almost-Blind Nerwen adjustin' her tattered eyepatch. Leavin' th' corpse 'o Slippery McCabbie hangin' next to th' head 'o their cap'n to rot, th' crew 'o th' Grey Gaurhoth settled in fer what would be a long nightfall. "If they think t'night's goin' to be rough, they have no idea what's comin' fer them in th' days to follow," commented Black Death Brinn to her dead companion. "Be interestin'... Begad, me nose itches. Whar's a hand when ye need one?" The Living: -Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter -Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy -Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster -Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot -Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner -Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook -Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate -High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon -Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) -Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper -Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist -Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey -Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) -Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey -Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner -Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker -Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker -Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook -Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey The Ghosted: -Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod) -Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig Night 2 has begun. Aggressors plot away. Spy, choose who ye be watchin'. Protector, stand ye guard. Avenger, choose ye duel partner.

06-15-2009, 10:43 PM	#4
McCaber Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Skyrim, again. Posts: 820	Oi, you lot! It's gonna take a lot more than a filthy hangin' to keep me down! So I'm innocent, but no one will trust that statement. At least, I wouldn't if I were still up. At least now I have time to find a brilliant thought with no pressure to post. (Joke:) This is like the perfect role for me! And Greenie is almost certainly an innocent. Later in the game, I wouldn't make that assumption, but on Day1 it's as safe a bet as you'll get here. __________________ Werewolves vs. Fishmen. The battle of the century. Last edited by McCaber; 06-15-2009 at 10:48 PM.

06-15-2009, 10:55 PM	#5
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	So DAT be why all'n the rum's gone. Obv'sly I keelhauled Little Drunk Green cauz she'm suspectin' me. __________________ Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV

06-15-2009, 11:46 PM	#6
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	Shiver me timbers, this be a catastrophe, mates! No rum! Half on us'll be in th' horrors come sundown, ye mark me! ...Oh, an' 'tis is a pity about the poor wee wench, too. She ha' not said much, apart from her a-votin' o' Shark Tooth Shasta. I reckon she got it on account o' no' havin' the look o' a co-conspirator, in the main. But belike th'agressors be tryin' some lay o' makin' Shark Tooth swing for her, or else he's one on' 'em an' they reckoned she were the spy. Be nay way o' tellin'. EDIT: repeated word. EDIT2:spelling. __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. Last edited by Nerwen; 06-16-2009 at 07:46 AM.

06-15-2009, 10:26 PM	#3
Brinniel Reflection of Darkness Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull. Posts: 2,983	As th' rest 'o th' crew soundly slept, Lil' Green th' Staggerin' Drunk tiptoed her way into th' galley to find herself some spiced rum. After th' long day, she was not nearly as drunk as she need be 'n bein' sober was just no fun. "Now whar be that rum?" she mumbled to herself as she sifted through th' galley's supply. "Lookin' fer 'tis?" said a voice from behind. Lil' Green turned around to find a shadowed figure leanin' over a barrel 'o rum. Her eyes lit up seein' her much-needed rum. "Ooh," she started towards th' figure reachin' fer th' barrel. "Gimme some." "Okay." th' figure let out a large grin. Then from out 'o th' shadows, more figures appeared. Grabbin' Lil' Green by th' hair, th' aggressors pulled her below just underneath th' openin' 'o th' barrel. "Get th' funnel," an aggressor demanded. A funnel was shoved in Lil' Green's mouth 'n th' rum was poured. At first, Lil' Green eagerly gulped below th' rum, but when she could drink no more (which was quite a lot) th' rum still kept comin'. Them eager gulps soon became frantic gurgles. Poor Lil' Green struggled 'n fought against her aggressors, but they were too strong. They cackled 'n jeered as they emptied th' entire contents 'o th' barrel into th' wee powder monkey's mouth. Th' next mornin' th' crew awoke to a scream comin' from th' galley. All hands came runnin' only to find a very upset Stutterin' Wilwa Scab. "What be th' matter?" asked Poop Deck Kath. "Th-th-th' rum be g-gone," th' cook sobbed. "Oh no," Eön Bloodbeard cried. "That's not possible," replied an angry Short Ruth Mith. "Thar was a whole barrel here last nightfall." "Then whar has all th' rum gone?" asked Ham-Hands Izzy. "I'll bet I be knowin' who drank it," said High-Pitched Annu. "It was that staggerin' drunk Lil' Green. Whar be she anyway?" Th' crew looked around only to realise Lil' Green was not standin' among them. But it did not take long to find her. Just behind th' empty barrel lay th' body 'o Lil' Green lookin' green as her name. "Looks like she got a wee bit carried away last night," noted Dancin' Mira. "I doubt that," said Eomer Bonny. "Looks more like th' aggressors got to her." He pointed at th' bruises on her wrists. Another Day 'n another death. Another chance to find th' culprits who were killin' them off one by one. But 'tis time they would have to do it without any rum. Th' corpse 'o Lil' Green let out a loud burp. The Living: -Legless Sally Dawkins ~ Carpenter -Puffy Shirt Rikae ~ Cabin Boy -Pirate Lommy the Infected ~ Quartermaster -Gangrenous Inziladun Jones ~ Pilot -Pirate Boromir the Malformed ~ Gunner -Stutterin’ Wilwa Scab ~ Cook -Shark Tooth Shasta ~ First mate -High-Pitched Annu ~ Surgeon -Whinin’ Eomer Bonny ~ Musician (Pur-loined Violin) -Snifflin’ Mac Sparrow ~ Cooper -Almost-Blind Nerwen ~ Navigator/Sea Artist -Poop Deck Kath ~ Musician (Pipe) -Cowerin' Gwath Slasher ~ Powder Monkey -Pirate Nogrod the Fashionably Late ~ Gunner -Dancin' Mira Blythe ~ Striker -Ham-Hands Izzy ~ Striker -Short Ruth Mithril ~ Cook -Stinkin' Eön Bloodbeard ~ Powder Monkey The Ghosted: -Black Death Brinn ~ Captain ~ shish kabobed (mod) -Slippery McCabbie Dagger ~ Boatswain ~ danced the hempen jig -Lil' Green the Staggering Drunk ~ Powder Monkey ~ drank up all the rum Day 2 has begun. Whether ye be dead or living, ye may now discuss.

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