TAU Play Thread

[curryoflife]

Q'sor steps forward, "I take offense to this. Darkreaver here sounds nothing like me. I simply respect the power of our enemy. He...I have no idea what he is. Though I would very much like to hear the reasoning behind accusing Lord Darlington, besides the magic mirror of course."

Q'sor chuckles, "That, however, is not my main concern. It seems now that I have very little chance of surviving the night. Narrowly escaping execution once before seems to have used up all of my luck. My being mistaken regarding Nihilus's loyalties seems to have put the final nail in the proverbial coffin. But this farce was well-played and I have to applaud the traitors for trapping me so effectively." He starts clapping his hands with his head thrown back and laughing uproariously.

Suddenly stopping he looks at the gathered council, "But the rest of you vote, whether for me or against me...I tire of waiting. But when you look over my corpse you'll see where my loyalties lie...or lay as the case may be, as I'll be dead...well, more dead." With that Q'sor sits and awaits for the remainder of the nights events to play out.

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

I am yet to speak up on this most recent of incidents and although I to find it hard to see Q'sor living through the night and myself likely next if Q'sor is proven innocent and loyal yet i must speak this time in that the traitor whoever he is. Is playing a clever game as indeed first with Disciple and now Nhilius i have been in the frame for their murder. and for that i believe Q'sor innocent as i do not believe him foolish enough to kill someone when the finger will most definetly be pointed at him. So im in two minds as to who to nominate for execution perhaps Cromenon or perhaps one of those new to speak up.

OOC Yet to cast vote but it is not for Q'sor

 

[Fodderboy]

The rickety bundle of robes again totters forwards, turns, and settles awkwardly into a vacant chair. Shadows pull like taffy from the dark corners to wrap themselves around their summoner until little can be can be seen but flickering glimpses.

"I see you flailing about like a moth stuck on a pin, Q'sor, trying to sound noble to your accusors on one hand and disparaging of my humble self on the other. Do the cares of the sheep worry the wolf? Many wolves hold even less regard for a single sheep."

A hacking chortle follows. " If you don't know your own mind, 'tis best not to speak, lest one is thought a fool."

"In brief, the von Carsteins frequently possess much power, as do the greater servants of chaos, among others. Just because I recognise such power does not in any way confer my respect upon the bearer."

Through the engulfing shadows the robed head turns to Boorelius.

"I nominate Cromenon as our adversary because he is at most authoritative when another has already been nominated as scapegoat. Anyone can enthusiastically follow a mob, and I fully expect our vexing companion to be one of those, not a leader. Anyone can be brave once the choice is made for them."

My reasoning stands:

Vote: Cromenon

 

[Cromenon]

"Ha! Ha! Ha! HA! HA! HA!"
*Sarcastic laughter*

Cromenon's gaze drew back those who were looking at him, it was full of icy sarcasm and despise:
"So. You have finally turned out as you are, Christophe. Shall I remember you that our late brother Nihilus was the first to hint that you could be a traitor, the last night he was alive?" "You truly sound like a traitor, Christophe... or mayhaps like a terrible fool, who knows..."

Then he spoke quietly, more to himself than the others:
"I deeply regret that you see things that aren't true, Darkreaver. I deeply regret that you fail to see the enormous, evident treason that has costed many of our brothers their lives."

Cromenon stood up:
"I deeply regret that you see me as authoritative, Darkreaver! Because it is not authority what speaks for me, but a great feeling of sorrow!! For the first time, some of us are once and for all united against the most evident traitor, and you cast your vote, twice, failing to understand the great problem we have, Darkreaver!"

He finally managed to control himself, his feeling of sorrow was true:
"Authority, you say? Evidences! Two deaths in two nights, the two against Q'Sor. If for you this is authority, you prove to be no smarter than a strigoi!"

"And one more thing, Darkreaver. If you remember last nights, you should see that I've been always one of the last to cast my vote, because I've always thought that action was good, but reasoned, well-thinked action. It is only cold logic what drives me."

He turned backwards and went to his armchair.
"Authoritative!"

 

[Azahul]

"It appears that I overslept," Azahul murmured as he rose from his coffin. "I regret to see that yet another one of our brothers has died. This, I believe, simply confirms Q'sor's guilt. Some might claim that it would be a foolish idea to continue to kill those whose deaths incriminate himself, however he came upon the verge of execution last night. No matter what was done, he may have felt it likely that he would die regardless, so no doubt he decided upon a measure of revenge.
"Darkreaver, your reasoning makes little sense. We have already lost members of our council, who were proven to be loyal, because they simply showed initiative. Now we have evidence, there is no need to lash out blindly, striking at those that seem to be making the most effort to bring down the traitor."

Vote: Q'sor (curryoflife)

 

[Arion]

"So this seals your fate Q'sor, are you ready to meet the end?"

Q'sor stared blankly at Draithon, not twitching a muscle.

"I'll take that as a yes" he continued, in a slightly happy-go-lucky tone.

Draithon pulled out the repeater crossbow he had used earlier. And issued a command to Q'sor.
"Kneel down"

Placing the front about 30 cm from his head, he began firing alternately at different spots on his body. After 20 bolts, he sent a small ball of fire to ignite the bolts, with a resounding explosion, and not that much blood, Q'sor toppled to the floor. Draithon then aimed at the stalectite above them, and fired 4 bolts into its base.

It fell into Q'sor's chest bringing a final scream from the vampire.

"Elliana, if you please?"
"Certainly"

After a quick reading of the dead vampires mind she shook her head again, "No, he wasn't a traitor."

"Confounded gods above! We seem to be looking for the wrong traits in these traitors" (OOC: And that is as much of a hint that I will give you.)

Q'sor--Loyalist!!!!!!

 

[Cromenon]

Ô_Ô
"Im-po-ssi-ble" Cromenon stared blankly at Q'Sor remaining corpse.

"But, the evidences... who? WHO!?" He stared the rest of the ones gathered in the chamber, one by one.

He then knelt down and took a handful of Q'Sor ashes in his fist, then he put his fist over his heart, and murmured quietly, tense, and with the greatest sorrow he felt in his live:
"Old brother Q'Sor, I sincerely apologize. You were a true brother, loyalist, but someone set you a trap. I'm feeling quite guilty for your death because, as Darkreaver said, I was authoritative and not logical. I'm sorry and I feel ashamed before you, someone who greatly appreciated logical thinking. I hope you one day could forgive this fool."

Cromenon then returned to his coffin, who was guarded by four powerful wights, negating with the head, he was truly sorry, because someone clever was playing with them, and now they lamented the loss of three brothers, but he felt particulary responsible for this one last.

Into his coffin, he murmured some last words:
"I'm sorry"

 

[Fodderboy]

"Nicely said, Cromenon, but alas, I think your timing is a mite lacking. I must think on this some more."

With that the robed figure tottered off to his own coffin to repose for the day. Shadows peeled off the walls, coalescing into tortured man-shapes to block access to the room while they held vigil over their lord.

 

[cripple]

Batholis roared with absolute fury. The more astute could hear what sounded almost like fear deep within the scream. He grabbed ahold of Comenon and hoisted him into the air.

"You! how could you do this to us! by your hand, yet another of us is dead!"

Closing his eyes for a moment, batholis released Comenon and staggered backwards, slumping on the ground, as if exhausted.

In a perfectly calm voice, Batholis said "I am... sorry. I shall... have to take these events into... consideration. I too voted for his execution, I too am at fault..."

The vampire turned and walked, with his armored shoulders slumped, towards his coffin.

 

[Boo]

"I.. I can't believe it!"
Boorelius looked to be out of breath. He grasped at thin air and shook his head.
"I don't understand, all the evidence, and yet..."

He knelt in front of the pile of ashes and whispered.
"I'll avenge this Q'sor, somehow, I hope that you can forgive us."

Boorelius still shaking his head walked towards his coffin.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek stood quietly for a moment staring quietly at the remains before shaking his head slightly
"I knew it...too obvious" he muttered darkly,
Glancing quickly at Cromenon's coffin he shook his head before returning to his own gesturing for the five wright guards to guard his resting place.
"I am soo sorry Q'Sor...I am so sorry"

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

Christophe von Carstein merley sighed looking at the ashes of Q'sor as Christophe was one of the few to stand by Q'sor and try to help in aiding his plee of innocence. Chrstophe turned his back on the ashes and returned to his coffin with his wight guards feeling that either he would be next to be accused or that the traitor would use this oppertunity to cause major doubt and confusion among the council with his eternal death.

 

[Azahul]

Azahul groaned in despair, slumping back in his coffin. With every death the traitor grew closer to victory, while their own deaths appeared more and more certain. If they didn't unmask the traitor soon... Azahul still couldn't believe that Q'sor was innocent. All the evidence had pointed to him. The traitor was clever, obviously trying to turn the council in upon itself. Tonight, and ever previous night, it had apparently succeeded.

 

[Arion]

A shrouded figure eased open the door to Cromenon’s chamber, the wood giving way smoothly. Standing silhouetted against the opening, he moved forward explosive tipped stake in hand. As the sentinels began to move, the assassin span, decapitating the first, ducking and impaling two at once, and then finally sending the last to oblivion with a small fireball.

Turning back to the coffin, the killer raised his stake, his mind racing with anticipation for the act, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He began to lower it but was thrown back by an invisible force and landed with a resounding bang on the far wall of the tunnel. The coffin was smashed open, and Croemnon stepped out, sword in hand, burning with anger.

He began to march towards the prone figure on the floor, and upon reaching it, grabbed the assassin by the collar and began to pull back the traitors hood. Suddenly there was a flash of deep violet and the figure disappeared from his hand, all he saw was a bit of grey. Cromenon shouted out,

“Argh! And so close!”

Somewhere in the darkness of a coffin, a figure smiled in satisfaction, while in another room, a traitor helped the other to his feet, their attempt foiled for the night.

Cromenon marched to the council chamber and sat waiting as other vampires streamed in because of the commotion.

“Seems you were lucky Cromenon,” Commented Draithon.

Cromenon: Saved by the guardian!

1.Azahul
2. Boo
3. cripple
4. Get_of_W'soran
5. alion0148
6. Fodderboy
7. Cromenon----------------saved by the guardian!
8.Christophe von Carstein

It is now night.

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

"Cromenon we all heard the commotion what the hell just happened?"

 

[Boo]

Boorelius rushed from his coffin to the chamber, where he found Cromenon sitting in his chair, sword in hand.

"What is going on here, what was that noise? Cromenon, what's with the sword?"

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon had his eyes fixed on the front wall, he almost wasn't hearing what was happening around him. He was thinking hard: who, why. The face he couldn't manage to see was tourturing him, the answer, it had been in his hands...

He saw two figures out of the corner of his eye:
"Christophe, Boorelius" -Cromenon greeted with a subtle bow.

"I'll tell you what I can remember"

Not sheathing his sword, he started to tell the others what happened:
"I didn't sleep last day, so while I was lying in my coffin, I tried to figure out who might be the traitor, assuming there is only one" He paused.
"But it is clear there are more than one..." he said, more to himself than to the others.

"Anyway, I was quite tired, so I didn't notice how my wights were annihilated by the one willing to kill me. Suddenly I heard a noise so I jumped out of my coffin and found a figure kneeling on the floor. There he was, the traitor, disarmed!"

"But... instead of killing him right away, I tried to unmask him... you must forgive me, brothers, but he was more valuable alive than dead, we could've interrogated him, and... I was dying to know who he were" Cromenon narrowed his eyes with rage.

"However, we did extract new information: that there are two (or more) traitors; and that they cooperate, they work in group. (That explains how the traitor dissapeared from my hands, for he didn't do anything, he was given aid by another)"

"I don't know who to trust"

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

Christophe was not happy with the news of what had happened but it eased his suspicion of Cromenon as why would the traitors attack one of their own? however it made him all the more suspicious of everyone else and Christophe placed his hand upon his sword hilt to make sure it was there for his own protection.
"what did you see when the would be assassin attacked you? What was he wearing? What? tell us anything because i've had enough of those loyal to the fall of Nagash dying

 

[Get of W'soran]

Stepping slowly out of his coffin Damek made his way over to the small gathering his eyes glinting slightly
"Cromenon...I'm glad you're alright brother" said the vampire sincerly
"I heard what you said from my resting place...and I agree there must be numerous traitors for these disgusting acts to be pulled of so smoothly" he agreed.
Moving closer to the other vampires he spoke in a slight hiss
"We must allow each other a small measure of trust at least...we can't be allowed to fail due to distrust...not after so many of our brethern have fallen" the last came out in a near whisper

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

"A time for a small manner of trust I'm affraid I feel has past. Also Damek I've been meaning to ask since you first made your voice heard which von Carstein was it that turned you as i never heard Mannfred mention you"
Christophe said with a smirk as he felt that it would annoy Damek

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek smiled faintly looking amused
"You were spawned by that one...interesting" murmered the Von Carstein
"Oh and my sire was Fritz Von Carstein if you must know although I hardly see how that is relevant in the current situation" he responded
With a smirk of his own he spoke in amused tones
"Now why don't we return to the matter at hand cousin"

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

"no real relevance not yet in anyway Damek i just wished to know which sorry spawn of Vlad you came from to claim the name of von Carstein"
Christophe said with an air of arrogance as was von Carstein nature

"what of Azahul, Batholis and Darkreaver do they still slumber? Perhaps we start asking of their reasons for not being present after your near fatality"

OOC: i pressume they havent been on recently but im just trying to advance the story

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek rolled his eyes before speaking
"Could of been worst I suppose...at least I wasn't sired by nagash's pawn said Damek seriously before smirking again
Turning away from Christophe he folded his arms
"hmm...perhaps the little ruckus wasn't enough to wake them"
With a faint shrug he sat cross-legged on the ground

 

[Christophe von Carstein]

"F**k" Christophe said in anger under his breath at Dameks come back as Mannfred was infamous among vampires for learning much from Nagash and his priests
"I may have been loyal to Mannfred but i did not share his alliance with Nagash or the idea of enslaving the vampire kind under Nagash's rule. So lets just make sure my sires failures remains that way and we find these traitors before we all lie dead. I propose we go and wake our sleeping comrades"

 

[Boo]

Boorelius nodded at Christophe's comment.
"Leave the past in the past and let the present be today. We should hurry, maybe our comrades are in need of assistance?"

He turned towards Cromenon.
"Cromenon, I'm glad you are still "alive", I don't blame you for not getting hold of this traitor, they seem to be a sly bunch. You could just as easily been killed, but having someone to interrogate would certainly been useful."