By the Dawn's Early Light...
The following lines are taken directly from the journal kept by one of the island's castaways during the period of their imprisonment on the island. Your humble narrator has neither added nor detracted from their account, allowing that individual to speak of events in thier own words.
The surviving members of the deadly cruise woke to the light of a new-risen day - and to the fact that their numbers had not diminished since last night. In happy relief, they decided that today they should explore the island further.
Situated on a lofty crag overlooking the sea, the discovered an grim, foreboding castle. Ivy crawled up its crumbling battlements, and moss grew from cracks within the courtyard. Speaking in hushed tones, they walked softly through the halls of that ancient fortress. They discovered bedrooms, kitchens, pantries (empty, of course), and armories, but the hugest of all the rooms they found was the ballroom. Larger-than-life windows let in the sunlight to illuminate equally sized murals; the floor, although crumbling with age, still held traces of the colors which had once graced the vast room. Most impressive, however, were the chandeliers. A full twenty feet across, three giant creations of glass and gold hung silently above the ballroom.
"I wonder how they lit the candles," someone wondered aloud."
"Oh," another replied, "I imagine that somewhere there are levers and pulleys that you can use to let them down - in fact, I'll go see if I can find them right now."
All were so occupied in staring at the great chandeliers that none thought to look and see who it was who slipped away to recessed alcove in the wall. Suddenly, however, the huge chandelier began to drop. Swiftly it fell toward the people clustered below. They all scattered - all, that is, except for Rhyannid, who stood, transfixed with horror, directly beneath the falling chandelier. Seeming to rouse herself from the stupor in which she had stood, she made a bolt for safety - but too late. The massive ornament came crashing down, directly atop Rhyannid's head.
The rest stared in horror as the dust slowly settled. When they could see again, the discovered (much to their chagrin) that whoever was responsible for the death of Rhyannid had slipped back before they thought to look and see who was missing.
Somewhere an owl cried and a gate creaked. They shivered as they realized that Rhyannid, a CIVILIAN, was dead.
The following lines are taken directly from the journal kept by one of the island's castaways during the period of their imprisonment on the island. Your humble narrator has neither added nor detracted from their account, allowing that individual to speak of events in thier own words.
The surviving members of the deadly cruise woke to the light of a new-risen day - and to the fact that their numbers had not diminished since last night. In happy relief, they decided that today they should explore the island further.
Situated on a lofty crag overlooking the sea, the discovered an grim, foreboding castle. Ivy crawled up its crumbling battlements, and moss grew from cracks within the courtyard. Speaking in hushed tones, they walked softly through the halls of that ancient fortress. They discovered bedrooms, kitchens, pantries (empty, of course), and armories, but the hugest of all the rooms they found was the ballroom. Larger-than-life windows let in the sunlight to illuminate equally sized murals; the floor, although crumbling with age, still held traces of the colors which had once graced the vast room. Most impressive, however, were the chandeliers. A full twenty feet across, three giant creations of glass and gold hung silently above the ballroom.
"I wonder how they lit the candles," someone wondered aloud."
"Oh," another replied, "I imagine that somewhere there are levers and pulleys that you can use to let them down - in fact, I'll go see if I can find them right now."
All were so occupied in staring at the great chandeliers that none thought to look and see who it was who slipped away to recessed alcove in the wall. Suddenly, however, the huge chandelier began to drop. Swiftly it fell toward the people clustered below. They all scattered - all, that is, except for Rhyannid, who stood, transfixed with horror, directly beneath the falling chandelier. Seeming to rouse herself from the stupor in which she had stood, she made a bolt for safety - but too late. The massive ornament came crashing down, directly atop Rhyannid's head.
The rest stared in horror as the dust slowly settled. When they could see again, the discovered (much to their chagrin) that whoever was responsible for the death of Rhyannid had slipped back before they thought to look and see who was missing.
Somewhere an owl cried and a gate creaked. They shivered as they realized that Rhyannid, a CIVILIAN, was dead.
So they got RF. Dang! Even if she did keep voting for me, she came around in the end... 
