Lost Colony AKA Wraiths of Roanoke Page #3
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I was, just a couple
of hours ago.
Who could provoke him,
to abandon his post?
Someone is clearly trying
to scare us off.
No Spanish ships have been
anywhere near this island.
My men would have seen them.
Well, that only leaves
one other possibility.
I already told you, the Croatians
would want nothing to do with us.
Exactly, they just soon
be rid of us, as help us.
This is why we will have
to intensify our defenses.
George! From now on, multiple
men on duty, day and night.
Consider it done.
We look for Thomas
again in the morning.
Tell the others it's time,
Go, go, go, come on! Come on.
- Go! Go!
- Keep up over there.
- Over here.
- Alright, alright, alright.
Go! Go!
Fall back, go!
Come on!
Go!
Go, go!
How many of my men
did you loose?
- HOW MANY?
- Twelve.
Someone had to take action.
Arrogant Fool!
You lost us more than just men.
Your mutinies action, cost us any
change, we had with the Croatians.
If they didn't want
us stay before.
They certainly do now.
Put him in the stocks!
You think the Croatians
will retaliate?
They don't have to.
They already think we lost.
Close the gates!
Do you think, we should keep
him in there all night?
By rights he should be hanged.
But we don't need further,
degrade morale.
But there must be some place for
punishment to their actions.
Damn him!
He endangered the well being
of this entire colony.
The very least, a lot
less mouths to feed.
Don't think, I haven't
thought the same...
as morbid as it is.
Ananias.
You said, you don't suspect
the Natives, are part in that.
What's your question?
Between you and me.
What do you think, is going on?
It's not the Natives.
I find it alarming, just how much
time you spend with those journals.
Surely you understand the
value of this things.
But you act, as if that journal...
would be the only record
of our presence here.
And what's more alarming is,
I'm starting to feel the same.
What is it you're not
telling me, Eleanor?
What do you see in your dreams?
Speaks to me!
I never told for fear,
of sounding of my mind.
What I've seen are horrible,
impossible things.
What things?
Men dying, in the most
unimaginable ways.
A women in a cave, tortured!
Left to die.
There is a presence
here, on the island.
Maligned and diseased.
They want her.
Dear God.
What?
What is it?
There is something,
I haven't told you as well.
You have visions of your own?
No, not exactly.
The men, that were left
here to guard the Fort.
Before we arrived.
They never left with Granville,
did they?
You knew this...
while we still had the option,
of leaving, instead living...
I'm sorry, Eleanor,
but I... I couldn't...
I can't believed it...
- I couldn't, your father made me...
- What did happened to them then?
Nobody knows...
We found a skeleton, behind it...
a man, who hung himself,
I knew once before...
This is one of my visions,
I saw this man.
I saw him hung himself.
Eleanor, this is important.
What else did you see?
I saw Virginia.
Who's there?
Identify yourself.
Dear God!
Ananias!
Stay here.
Lock the door.
Save your soul.
Before they take it from you.
Summon father Jacob,
to the command post.
Ananias, my son.
Jacob.
I ask you here,
we're clearly faced...
with an unholy adversary.
I need to know, what course
of action to take.
Well... well, first to
get my Good-book.
I'm forced to admit, but...
my knowledge does not extent
to the practice of the Devil.
The great evil is imprisoned here.
Poison... and everything
around it...
the darkest of spirits,
trapped between life and death
What it is?
During my travels
to the North-lands.
I heard of these... things.
The circle of Wraiths.
I believed it to be Legend.
What exactly is a Wraith?
If you believe in myths.
Tortured spirits, trapped
in this world and the next.
The Vikings feared them.
Because they fed on the
souls, of the living.
That's what you speak of,
is myth.
This... this, is a
very poor problem.
And what if it is...
who ever extracted,
the life out of that man...
is no myth.
Samuel, cover him up.
I don't understand...
how weapons of this nature,
are going to help.
It only stands to reason...
when at first those leachy hounds
expose themselves to our raum...
it's only for moments.
But at that moment...
in our raum.
they're vulnerable.
I hope you're right.
I guess we'll find
out soon enough.
Eleanor.
What?
I want Virginia to wear this.
I told you, I don't want
that thing around her neck.
It's not Christian.
Neither is, what's in that forest.
Alright.
Gentlemen.
To your post.
Women and children,
are safe as possible.
Good.
What exactly in the hell,
are you excepting to see?
You should know, the spirits.
The Wraiths.
I never really believed,
in pagan legend before.
You still believe in God?
Yes, I do.
Let's hope we're sill
here in the morning...
and pray.
What's happening, listen?
North-wall, do you see anything?
No, Sir.
- South-wall!
- Nothing to report.
I can feel it, the temperature.
Hold your ground, men!
Hold your ground!
They become vulnerable,
just before attack.
- I'm going down there, my men need me.
- No, I need you here.
My men need me down there.
Protect the women and children.
Come on, one remaining.
God be with us.
Don't abandon us, in time of our weakness.
Your presence gives us strength.
Lead us not into temptation.
Protect us from evil.
There!
Don't fire!
Hold it! Hold!
Open, it's save, they're gone.
I do not understand,
why couldn't they get to you?
Holy water.
It protected us.
No, the other night
you saw for yourself.
No, it wasn't that.
Open the gate.
It's the water, plane and simple.
Seems like it protected for us.
Manteyo assured you, they
wont attack during day?
He talked only about
the winter nights...
he said nothing of the days.
He also just learned English.
So, no one leaves a waterless
hole from now on.
- Ananias.
- What?
We lost over half
our men last night.
We can't possibly expect
to fight these things again...
like that and survive.
You saw, they can't cross water...
we'll be safe enough, if we stay
inside the water of the Fort.
That much maybe true.
But our food stock is
running dangerously low.
We either have the Wraiths...
or starvation.
It wont matter.
So, our survival then, depends
on the inability of these...
Wraiths, to cross water?
Water signifies life,
the Wraiths death.
Oh, this would explain, your
inert inability to leave...
- the island as well.
- It's their prison.
I do anything, not
become our grave.
I don't understand.
Why I be able to see
the Wraiths vision?
Why are they tormenting me?
They say, a woman's intuitive
power is strongest...
during the time she's pregnant.
You're connections to Virginia
are so strong...
she can't sense anything
What makes her so special?
They seam to kill indiscriminately.
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