VAU: A Christmas Tale IC

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Bercilak, who had remained quiet for much of the jolities, largely due to sampling the hostess' fine spread suddenly stood up. For an old man, he rose with such vigour that he sent his seat crashing backwards and nearly fell over.

I for one, be...am...suffish...fish...ficiently inebriated for the tale! Tale away good sir!

And with that rather drunken outburst, he took a large bite out of a large turkey leg and proceeded to sit down quite forgetting that his chair was not exactly where he had left it. Sending a rather expensive candelabra flying, he crashed on the hard stone floor and erupted into fits of laughter.

Hoooooooooooooo-hooooo-hoo, Ahhhh-hoooooo-hoooooo-hoo!
 
The tattered knightly robes, now stained with food and wine, still fit well upon Sir Genet. He was a man of ripe old age, and had become quite faint at the amount of food he had consumed. He hadn't seen a meal like this since...well, since he used to dream of food in the days when he was truly starving. Somehow he'd got into this feast; lady Rompington was a generous - if slightly impulsive - person, and the hedge knight had been fortunate to earn a place at her table. He almost grinned at how full of food he was on this day, but his mouth only made a small effort before stopping in the face of overwhelming opposition: his jaw was aching so much from the work it had done that it could exercise no longer (at least, not much).

Bringing his attention to the present, Genet interjected suddenly, "Oh, please pardon my rusty manners. My name is sir Geoffrey Genet, and I am only a humble knight...though I have slain me a giant or three," he said with a proud smile. His drinks had not (seemingly) overcome him too much - he was a man used to being in his cups - though a small hiccup emanated from him from time to time. "I have tales of my own, 'tis true, but aye, this is a fine tale to be heard from our doctor friend. Mind a request for hearing the ending, Dr. Bumbleton?" he enquired with an eager grin.

Leaning back in his chair, he said, "Oh, I think I'll have a guess at who it might be. Lord Grosz?" He paused, before continuing, "Lord Grosz? Anyone heard of him?" Evidently, this lord seemed to be a rather obscure character, though time and again Genet had pronounced his name in conjunction with one of his more favoured stories (to be told in a tavern). "I saved his life once, I did. *hic* Great big troll coming down a hill at him...great big..." Genet's brow furrowed as his thoughts seemed to falter for a second, before he snapped back into attention. "Oh yes, where was I? Great big castle...no, that wasn't it..." He sighed for a moment. "I saved his life, I did," Genet said, nodding his head as if he was asserting both the validity of his claim and the integrity of his own mind.
 
Dusting himself off and still chuckling, Bercilak sat back down on his seat and finished off his turkey drumstick. He swigged some ale and was just about to relax into a myriad of tales when a sudden name caught his attention.

G...Genet huh? Two of the...one of the boys in my herbal student...studies class was called Genet. A b...eastly git. N...n...n...no...nobody liked him. Genet the G-nat we called him. The brain of a fly...and the annoyance of one of those bitey thingamajigs.

Becilak supped the last of his ale from his oversized ale from his tankard and firtled about in his fine robes for his his little pouch of pipeweed.

I don't s'pose he i...was any relation, such a fine speakin' and honorable knight such as yourself couldn't possible be related to 'Gnat the Prat'. Smoke?
 
Erelim turns his head sharply and glares at the knight.

"Forgive me, sir, but I do not believe that this is your story," he states tartly, "So let the good doctor finish. Although," he continued, looking back at Yana, "He does seem to be taking great delight in leaving us on the edge."
 
"In- *hic* deed! Quite the cliffhanger!" she chuckled and finished her glass of ale before pouring her 8th pint of the night.
 
Fed up of being ignored and noting that the festivities were starting to lull, Bercilak decided that it was probably an appropriate time to turn in for the night. He gathered himself together and with a rather drunken grunt, spoke:

Go...g...good night. I wel...look forward to getting to kn...know you all when we are a little less me...rry

He turned rather ungracefully, snagged his robe on the corner of the table, and ended up dragging it a few paces before he even realised what had happened. He grunted and shuffled off to bed.
 
Arden gets up in a daze and staggers drunkenly to a door. She slips inside, before the sound of vomiting makes it outside.

Those who look at the door note that its a janitor's closet. She returns to the table, shakes the hostesses hand, then heads to bed.
 
Christophe von Wolfskin was sitting with a mug of ale in one hand and a large turkey leg in the other, he was chewing on it quite ferociously before swallowing it and quickly following up with a large gulp of ale. He had been quietly enjoying the change of comapny and scenery until now as he thought it best he speak up and introduce himself.

Herr doctor I can only imagine how much better that man felt after you had taken a look at that wart of his, Ive seen some gruesome injuries and ailments in my time at sea however the image of your story is a whole different kind of horrific

Christophe chuckled and took another large swig of ale

Please dont keep us on a knifes edge who was this wealthy patient of yours?
 
'Pomp the strudlenickle!"

Lady Rompington awoke from her drunken stupor with a start. Casting her bleary eyes around the table she seemed somewhat surprised to see everyone, before the memory of the nights events trickled back. Straightening her lopsided wig she smiled, lipstick smeared in a clown-like fashion.

"I do...say," she hicked, "I fear it is rather late, certainly I feel the tug of my bed." A drunken look dared any to challenge the wine was the cause before beckoned over two muscled me .

"To bed," she commanded imperiously. With resigned faces the men grasped the handles at either side of the chair, hoisting her up in the air. "Do stay and enjoy yourselves," she called to her guests as she was carried out, and when you are ready you beds await in the west wing."

[mod]The day has ended and the night has begun. And will end on Monday.

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Dr Bumbleton smiled as the dear Lady was carried to bed. She was certainly in need of it.

"Well, then," started Yana, "As you're all wondering, I might as well say what I saw..."

Yana took a deep breath, drawing every last ounce of theatrics he could from his old, happy self. "I rushed to the window to see... the Imperial Carriage, dashing away as fast as anything!"

The doctor sat back, rubbing his hands in delight and pouring some more claret. "Now... draw your own conclusions about how much more the Empress is enjoying her nights after that day!" chortled Yana, tucking into some finely-seasoned venison and roast potatoes.
 
Nicoletto laughed loudly at Bumbleton's story.

"Very good Doktor, very good." he chuckled "Of course in Tilea our rulers do not attempt to be so...discrete to their private affairs. The Dukes and Duchesses of my homeland are brimming with vice to the point where it has become a Virtue!"

The mercenary captain was now drinking directly from the bottle, having abandoned the far too indirect method of using a glass.

He glanced around the table with a frown "It would seem some of our friends have already left us for the night." he shook his head "It appears they have not yet learnt the only proper method of drinking."

He grinned at his fellow guests "And that is to never stop!"
 
With a loud snap of his boney fingers Rufus extinguished all the candles in the room, plunging the party into moonlit darkness.

Igniting a small flame in his hand Rufus called out to the room "I am Rufus The Singed, pyromancer and member of the bright order!"

With that he snapped his fingers again, relighting most of the candles and a few napkins and dress hems. Before hurriedly making his departure from the room.
 
Esteban gestured in farewell at the others whilst gathering a tray of food stuff. Plates of chicken legs, steaks and pork chops, boats of gravy and bowls of vegetables filled it. He snapped his fingers at a servant and ordered him to take the tray for him. "Hmm ... Yes, yes, a fine choice," he murmured as he perused the selection of drinks available on the table. "A fine Bordelaux vintage, yes, a fine choice ..." With that, as he swabbed at his forehead, he looked at his companions. "I, Esteban Buenco, bid you all adiós until the morrow!"

He turned on his heel and, the servant following him, walked as primly from the room as his vast bulk would allow.
 
Erelim was silent for a few moments, then nodded in the Doctor's direction. "Well told." was his only comment.

To the sudden dousing of the lights, however, he gave no reaction.


"Perhaps we are now ready for my tale..."
 
Nicoletto clapped at the wizard's demonstration of arcane power.

He stood, unsteadily, and smiled stupidly at the others.

With a yawned he spoke "I feel it is time for me to get some rest...but first..."

Pausing he swept up three wine bottles and hugged them to himself with a grin.

"Buona Notte!"

The Tilean stumbled out of the room with his pilfered alcohol in search of an empty bedroom room.
 
"Preposterous," the tailor said, referring to Dr Bumbleton's story.

"All this drink and rich food has gone to my head. I must admit I am also quite tired. I think I will follow our lady's lead and take to my bed."

Jean-Claude rose from his seat, gave a shallow bow and left the dining hall.
 
Geoffrey's eyes had glazed over - the poor old knight seemee to be lost in the recesses of the thoughts that plagued the aged - when Bercilak offered him the pipe. As the man turned to leave, he exclaimed, "Ooh, sorry, excuse me manners, and no thank ye, these lungs of mine are a little too old for the pipe."

"Wow! What a story!" Sir Genet chortled in regards to Dr. Yana's tale. His laugh quickly became a racking cough (which was quicckly surpressed). "Aye, I will also stay for Mr. Argon's tale. There's nothing like a fine story to keep one cheery, and you kniw what they say about the chaps who retire to bed to soon: early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, wise - AND AN ABSOLUTELY BORING FELLOW WHO COULD NOT APPRECIATR A GOOD NIGHTLIFE EVEN IF HE HAD ONE!" Sir Genet laughed again, before quickly remarking, "Excluding our respectable company here tonight, of course."
 
A cockerel in the distance announced the dawn of a new day, yet Lady Rompington would have slept all the more soundly were it not for the forceful rousing of her chambermaid.

"Milady! Milady! Do wake up!"

The urgent tone began to filter through the haze of the Lady's hangover and she pried open one gummy eye.

"Tilda," she scolded, "what have I told you about waking me so early? Surely none of the guests are yet awake." As her eye focused on the Tilda she took in the pale face and fearful eyes...

"What is the matter?" Lady Rompington asked, rousing naked from her thick covers. Beside her one....no two....make that three men still slumbered, apparently it had been a very good night.

"Murder!" Tilda gasped, clutching the hem of her dress, "murder most horrid milady!"

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"The house has been sealed," Gunter, Sergeant-at-Arms informed the Lady. "The guards have roused the remaining guests and ushered them back into the ballroom."
"The Wizard?"
"Willing enough when we showed him the null stone milady." Lady Rompington's face no longer showed the mirth of last night, the black she now wore casting a very different view of her character.
"Are you sure it was one of them, it could have been someone else, perhaps someone gained entry?" Even as she said it, the Lady knew what the response was going to be.
"No milady. As per standing orders the ballroom and guest suites were sealed by the normal arcane wards for your own protection during the night. The have not been breached, and if anyone wanted to leave they would have to alert a guard. One of your guests was the guilty party." The Lady sighed before starting to walk towards the balcony that overlooked the hall,
"Where is the body?"
"Where it was found milady. We are hoping the sight will perhaps stir the guilty party."

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A very grim sight met the guests as those that had gone to bed last night were ushered under armed guard, those that had slumped at the table stirred by rough hands. For a moment they were hard placed to see what all the full was about, that was until focused on the main dish. What had been a monstrous bird the night before, was now the mangled remains of a naked man. His arms had been savagely dislocated and tied back to his bent feet. In his mouth an apple had been forced and for those brave enough to look at the fear, it appeared stuffing was part of the course. From a hole in the man's side intestines had been pulled and tied in a festive knot over this back, however the most damming evidence was the twin holes in the man's neck. Finally in the spilled blood was written "On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me......

"My Sergeant-at-arms, a man of many campaigns informs me that such bites coupled with the strength required to carry out the below results in only one creature," the Lady spoke to the aghast guests, "a vampire." She paused for a moment to let it sink in.

"As most of you know, my home is well protected, and the guest wing was sealed firmly last night. Therefore I can only conclude that there is a vampire amongst you. Many of you will no doubt be wondering why you are all still here. It is simple. Many years ago my family destroyed the beasts in this land and we took a vow never to let any them survive, at any cost. I cannot, I will not release the seals on this house until I am sure we have captured the vampire and destroyed it.

But the beasts are clever, and detecting them is nearly impossible as most of the myths are false. Therefore the only way to sure way to do this is by the process of elimination. I give you all the power to call out those who you believe to be a vampire. Once per day the person who has the most suspicion will forfeit their life and Sigmar willing we will kill the vampire before too many innocents perish. However I will make it clear, if all must die to stop this animal from being released.....so be it.

Now much of the morning as passed. I suggest you all think and act swiftly, and be warned. Those who try and hide in the shadows, who do not speak, who refuse to help in locating the beast.....such actions will be looked upon most severely......."

[mod]The day has started and Erelim / Harland has been found dead, killed by a vampire!

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The day will end on Thurs evening - if there has been enough votes. If this is not long enough because of Xmas, it can be extended until Sat (please post in the OOC thread advising of this).

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Arden listened to the Lady Rompington, a frown on his face.

"Vampires are not good," he said, "and a witch hunt was not on the agenda either. As a cursed individual, I'm likely to attract more suspicion, and I can't remember a thing from last night. Who sat next to the victim, they might be the culprit..."
 
"Oh dear, Myrmidia save us!" Esteban murmured, swabbing at his forehead to try and stem the tide of perspiration. Dark semi-circles had already appeared beneath his armpits.

"Who amongst us could possibly have done such a foul thing? I must admit, I am not at my best just now - a glass too many last night, I think! The last I remember is adjourning to my room, but it appears I had a ... Bit of a longer night than I thought. That serving boy of yours is damned fine, my lady. Very accommodating!
"I cannot believe this has happened whilst we were all preoccupied! But, I have a question - could it not have been one of the guards? They are more like than us to know how to avoid the security you have in place! And to cast suspicion upon us would be a perfect cover story! AND!" he said, raising his voice, "Your sergeant is strangely well-informed about these beasts! What is HIS history?"
 
Rufus stumbled out of his room in a very weak state. Yelling up at his hostess with a angry voice "Dear lady is the stone really needed? It makes me head throb something horrid!"

At that moment Rufus saw the dead man, his soot covered skin turning white with fear. "Mighty Sigmar protect us.... A vampire amongst us? That is the worst kind of luck...."

His hands shaking he pulled out a pipe and snapped his fingers near the breach before remembering and pulling out a match instead.
 
Nicoletto looked awful, of course he sounded awful too as he threw up in the corner.

The illness had little to do the with the corpse as the guard who had woke the Tilean up could attest to, as could his vomit covered uniform.

"Merda." he muttered to himself.

Looking up at the others he frowned.

"I do not understand, in my country we run from such monsters...why do we not all simply leave and save ourselves?"

The Tilean groans and despite being sick only moments before he begins to drink from a bottle of wine in his hand before he points at Rufus.

"You! You said you're an Empire Wizard, yes? You are a scholar of the strange, surely you know something of these matters!"
 
Sir Genet's brow furrowed. He was not accustomed (at least, not in these years of his life) to grave atmospheres, yet his time as a wandering knight seemed to have created a toughness within him. "Vampires; I see," Geoffrey muttered, "devilish creatures. I've not met any myself face to face, though, in my time, I've fought one our two of their damned legions with comrades by my side." Responding to the sellsword, the knight remarked simply, "No...ye cannot let such creatures escape again. They can live a long time if unhindered, and any attempt to catch them would only incense them to the point where they desired revenge. Now our lady has promised to see them dead, we'd better carry out her word. If we did not, they might be after her."

The knight started pacing around, thinking. His mind may have seemed a little rusty at his age, but it still functioned properly most of the time. "I know of wizards who've found creatures of the arcane before by spells; perhaps our sorcerous friend could detect the vampire - or vampires, Sigmar willing that there's not more than one - magically?" Sir Genet looked expectantly at Rufus.
 
Bercilak strode merrily into the great hall, fully refreshed from the rather excessive drinking the previous night. From his mouth hung a rather dainty looking pipe for such a large fellow, in such a manner that it couldn't help but be comical.

"Now then my good people, I awoke to cries, what is with all this merriment at such an un-saintly hour?"

As he chortled to himself, his eyes gazed around the room and there was no merriment on the faces of his companions. Looking further, he noted the rather grotesque man-turkey in the center of the table.

"By the lady! What has befallen this poor fellow? Wait, is that a bite upon his jugular?"

There was a thoughtful silence and a slightly vacant expression crept over his face. In a hushed whisper he broke his silence.

"It would seem, my friends, that we unfortunately have a vampire in our midst...now we must warily consider our next plan. Somewhat of challenge know that our adversary is privy to our conversation and preparation."
 
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