Vampire: Renfield's Masquerade (Game Thread)

[Traveling_Angel]

(Aren't we trying to cut down in this?)
The llama points at PGCoD

Oo, Oo! Let's lynch on the people with a actual life!

Points at PGCoD

[Raiser Blade]

Re-read and i am pointing at the cube guy

[Helgraf]

Renfield, seeing all the accusations going on, laughs, a horrible slightly weedling insane cackle. He hops up onto a table and begins gesturing.

"You Traveling Angel, and you Atreyu the Masked Llama, and you purple gelatinous cube o' Doom, and you Eldritch Knight, and you, Vuurmeester, and you, Joosbawx, and you, Jeggred Von, and you Neodan282, and you Raeden, and you Alarra, and you Pwenet, and you ZombieRockStar, and you Fleeing Coward, and you Captain van der Decken, and you Ink, and you Zeratul, and you Castaras, and you Almighty Salmon, and you Jontom Xire, and you Korias, and you Terumitsu, and you Hyramgraff, and you radikalskippy, and you Freshmeat_, and you Pingcode20, and you Ichneumon, and you Zar Peter, and you Haruki-kun, and you evnafets, and you Vonriel, and you Malmagor Andrigal, and you, Therarde, and you, Raiser B1ade, and you CurlyKitGirl, and even you, Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins, did it! Every one of you is a bloody handed murderer, wallowing in the blood of the dead and dying!"

[Vonriel]

"I say, could you quiet down? The insane mumblings are rather distracting. There's a good chap. Now, could someone pass me a book? Preferrably a big, heavy one. Maybe the "S" encyclopedia. Or a nice, big dictionary. Ahh, there's a good chap." He takes the book, grasps it firmly in both hands, and smashes it against his forehead in an attempt to knock himself out. After all, he hadn't been sleeping well with the insane ramblings of Renfield keeping him awake at all hours. With a *thud!* he falls to the ground, the weight of the book on top of his face. His hand, curiously enough, lands in the picture of a perfect point, right at Purple Gelatinous Cube o' Doom.

[Shadow]

The mob gathers around PGCoD with malice in their eyes. Hearts are as cold as the chill London air in the night.
Gathering Cube up and dragging him to the large table set in the dining room, they rope Cube's appendages to the table's legs to hold him steady. Castaras produces a slim dagger from the folds of her dress and prepares slice a long cut into Cube's cheek with a devilish grin.
"You enjoy the blood of innocents, do you? Let's see what the blood of a vampire looks like, shall we?"
In hands sweaty with anticipation, the blade slips from Cas' grasp for the briefest of moments, leaving a trail of blood from her finger to the floor.

The candles flicker as a slight breeze blows through the hall.

The scent of blood is in the air.

With a snarl, Vuurmeester lunges at Castaras, fangs growing long. The ravenous, blood-starved vampire drains Cas dry before anyone can even think to react. Standing in awe and terror, Joosbawx becomes Vuurme's next target, his throat torn open by the beast's feral claws in an instant.
Raeden, acting completely on impulse by this point, is the first to respond. Grasping a decorative axe from the wall, he promptly removes one of the table's legs from the base and tosses it to Zeratul.

If only he'd been a moment sooner.

Vurrme is upon Raeden in an instant, his pale, dry husk of a body falling to the floor in in a heap.
As Zeratul hacks another of the table's legs off, it falls to the floor from the missing supports, splitting the last two upon impact.

Broken planks and legs from the table scatter across the waxed floor in all directions, being scooped up by many of the guests as weapons or shields, whatever the pieces could be used for.
Zeratul is the next to fall victim to the ravaging, rampaging stalker in the night. AsAs Vuurme, taking more time now, feasts upon Zeratul's delicious nectar, someone from the crowd slams a shattered, pointed shard of what used to be a table through the Devil's back. Reeling around to remove this heinous mortal from existence, Vuurme finds himself surrounded by Englishmen all armed with dangerous sharpened wood as the light of dawn begins to fill the stained glass above. The abomination lifts from the ground, a bat appearing in it's place, to attempt to fly to safety, but instead explodes in the fury of the sun as the first rays pass over it.

Falling to the floor in a flaming, smoking mass of fur and leather, Vuurmeester leaves this world for the second time.

The final time.

When the commotion dies down, purple gelatinous cube o' Doom is nowhere to be found, having run for safety from the masses as soon as his arms and legs were free.

purple gelatinous cube o' Doom was lynched, but was miraculously, unexplainably spared.
Castaras, Joosbawx, Raeden, Vuurmeester (a vampire) and Zeratul were auto-lynched.

Day begins and will end in aproximately 48 hours.
or whenever Helgraf finds to be convenient

Please PM all relevant actions to both Shadow and Helgraf

[Skippy]

Uhm... Well, at least a vampire was at the Massacre...

[Vonriel]

(( Hey, at least it's better than an all-villager autolynch. ))

[Skippy]

((Any autolynch is a waste))

[Haruki-kun]

((But...... that IS the first Vampire we've caught, right? Things are looking up.))

[Captain van der Decken]

"Hooray for the spinster! The worm's on the other boot now, see if it ain't."

Decken wanders off in search of a drink, but not before checking the corpses for change.

[Jeggred Von]

Jeggred spins around slowly, then walks off to find a calm and peaceful resting place. This town and it's inhabitants getting too caught up in the chaos that the undead bring. It made the man sigh.

"With vampires running around, one wonders where their source could be...or even if they could kill it." Jeggred thought to himself.

The man took off his wide brimmed hat and wiped his brow. Glad to see the sun, the exotic manwalked into a bedroom and closed the door, locking all the locks. He finished by placing a small glass vial on the floor, in the path of the door if opened while he slept.

[Traveling_Angel]

"A Vampire dead? this makes my, err, night!"

*Goes of to sell stakes.*

[Neodan282]

((See? now that we know what happens when a vampire dies, PGCoD is proubly inncocent.))

[Shadow]

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I haven't heard from Helgraf in a few. I was waiting on him to answer something, but in the interest of keeping the game moving, here we go.
To whom it may concern: I'll get that to you in a moment.

You rise early this evening in search of your meal. Earlier than normal. Your desire for the blood of this one is great indeed if you awoke while the sun still hangs a little higher in the sky than is usual.
But not too high for him to escape me, you think to yourself.
Closing your eyes to concentrate on the image of his face, as you've done so often, you feel your way east through the long hallways, staying to the shadows. Staying out of sight. Passing the chapel you peer inside to where a man in robes lingers over a body.
Not that one. The stench of death is in the chapel. I will not feed there.
The robed man stands tall for a moment before nearly collapsing from exhaustion. Easy prey he would be right now, but no. The stench of the dead blood in the chapel is too overpowering for you to ignore. Better to continue on to the original target. Quickly now, before the rest of the fools awaken.
Let them rise to find his barren body and know fear.
The doorway is just up ahead. Your pulse would quicken if you had one.
Reaching the door, you turn the knob slowly, silently. It swings wide on trusty hinges that you have never heard squeak.
That's why I chose you tonight. No one will know until late in the evening. Say your goodbyes to this world.
Turning to enter the room, you meet an unseen obstacle. A wall that isn't a wall. And then you remember the stories. Since your rebirth a few nights ago, you've found your meals simply. Never stalked into your prey's room. Never had to. But now the memories of childhood stories come flooding back.
I must be invited. Better I should risk the chapel than waste more time here.
Returning down the hallway, you find the chapel starting to fill for evening mass. The robed man and the dead one are nowhere to be found.
The scent of dead blood is gone. Interesting. But too many people have arrived. I've missed my chance to feed this night. Their blood will flow tomorrow. I promise....

Vampires attacked, but were mysteriously unable to finish the kill.
No one died this evening.
Andre Fairchilde has been returned to the world of the living.

Night begins and will end in approximately 48 hours.

Now get to pointing!

[Korias]

((... I'm thinking that there was an invocation cast from that descriptor. But that could be me ranting.))

Korias sits on the rooftop where his cannon WAS, and sees that Andre has returned to the living. Pointing at him, he asks: Why dont you stay dead, you blast templar?!

[Haruki-kun]

I wonder, Korias, why would you point at someone who was killed and was innocent? Isn't that pretty suspicious?

[Madmal]

((OOC: *Points at Korias))

[CurlyKitGirl]

Ma'am,
There're strange rumors goin arownd London. Peepal say they smelt the ded in the church at evning mass. And the Templer Kniyt Andre is alive agen. I kno u wood want to kno this so I got a note writ to you.
Charlie.

Clara swiftly reads the note and throws it into the fire. "There is no evidence as to whom raised that strange Templar. And no interfering spy of my Mama will find this note now."
The door to Claras' bedchamber slides open slowly. "Miss Clara, dinner is almost ready. And Lord Fullbladder will not be joining after all." says a pile of clean bedsheets.
Smiling faintly Clara dismisses Susan, "Thank you. I'll be down in five minutes. I'm simply waiting for my necklace to be brought."

At nine pm precisely Clara takes a breath and enters to stifling air that is the upper class formal dinner. "Good eveing Mama, my Lords and Ladies. I'm glad you could come."

((So, does this mean the Baner managed to protect someone?))

[Andre Fairchilde]

(No, it more than likely means that the vampires have formed a coven. Look at the rules for their night kills...)

[Zar Peter]

Zar Peter stands up, a little bit dizzy because of the red wine.

Oh man, I have to go to the toilet! Emergency!

On his way he tosses Haruki-kun, who stands in the direct line between ZP's seat and the toilets, beside and doesn't even say sorry.

[Neodan282]

(( I'll just point at Lord Fullbladder, how do we know he isn't the lord of vampires? That and I just want to point at somebody being pointed at.))

[evnafets]

Well someone coming back from the dead is an unnatural act.
It could be the act of a necromancer.
It might also be that he has become a prince of the night.

Who is to say?

evnafets points at Lord Fullbladder

[Traveling_Angel]

Points at Korias

[Almighty Salmon]

The Hunter leans against a wall, still saying no words.

He looks towards Lord Fullbladder with an Icy glance.

[Shadow]

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The following players need to vote today or be auto-lynched:

Therarde

Thank you.

[HyramGraff]

I say, I'm not usually someone who pays attention to nobility but didn't that Lord Fullblader chap say that he was the master of goblins or some other such nonsense?

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"Of course, Mr. Graff. But I have said a good many things, and may in fact be guilty of twice that number. Now please, what exactly is the evidence against me? Am I to have a fair trial?"

He retruns Almihgty Salmon's glare with one of his own, for lack of leads.

[Ichneumon]

Ichneumon walks to the lord and says

Lord Fullbladder, I really like your new avatar.

[Fleeing Coward]

Sashos demands that I die and if you people don't help me, I'll have to do it myself.
The dark figure in the corner produces a poignard and attempts to stab him/herself.

((Points at self to avoid the auto)

[Jontom Xire]

Back, and pointing at Fleeing Coward.

((Sorry for the abbreviated post, but I've just spent the last 2 hours or so catching up on the backlog of WW games I'm in. So knackered and still have to repair my radiator. ))