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I concur with flipside.
As a nobleman, he would have both access to the upper floors for the defenestration, as well as a taste for wine.
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Jamski
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lol ED&D is officially full PvP LOL
May 2002
time: 05:34
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From Tooke's "Great Blunders of the Aristocracy (volume XXVIIb)" 1904
...of course it can be argued that an even bigger blunder was made by the so-called Duke of York, actually a Count, and the lord of Apolyton Valley, when owing to a couple of off-colour comments made by members of his serving staff, he had his own son Flipsideput to death.
The story runs that according to some batty old tradition, the local rustics and servants, as well as the gentlemen of the region, would vote all matters of justice in a kind of democratic ballot. Having found the village phyiscian dead one morning, the Duke accused his son of the crime, in the hearty manner he was well known for. Unfortunatly for him, the assembled common villagers assumed he was serious and followed his vote almost to a man. As a man of principles the Duke had no alternative but to allow his own son to be impaled through the heart and then cremated by the angry folk, who considered they were punishing a deserving murderer.
The joke in the whole slightly macabre tail, is that when the Duke called for a glass of champagne to celebrate, showing his true gentlemanly qualities, his personal wine waiter was found to have already consumed the specially reserved bottle intended for his lordship. The servant, who went by the perculiar name of Skanky Burns was about to be punished, when he suddenly fell over dead. The Duke thought this served him right, and the party continued into the small hours as...
Letter to Mina Harker, 29th of March 1854
My dearest Mina,
I hold no hope that this letter reaches you, and if it does so it may be after my own death. Some terrible thing is at work in this place. As I write two men lay dead, the Duke's own son, killed by the people here in the most horrible fashion, and the wine waiter, poisoned it seems, with an orange colour upon his tounge. But worse yet than the deaths of these men is the behaviour of the residents. They drink and make merry, although it is soon midnight, while beyond these stout stone walls gather bands of angry peasants, and the railway is closed.
I cannot leave, even if I could, and besides, I feel I will soon gain access to the library, if his Lordship gives me permission, where I can search for the documents that prove the existance of the items your father wrote of. Perhaps I am paranoid, but I will not that anyone knows of my true reason to be here. Already a salesman has inquired if I am here to trade, and the groundsmaster I swear has been instructed to follow me when I search the gardens by day, pretending to tend his flowers, while all the time watching me. I shall have to risk a nighttime expedition, I fear however that my nerves will fail me, for the night is when the murders always occour, and I very much doubt that the local justice, blessed as it is by the priest, will catch the right man, if indeed a man is responsible.
Pray for me, and I remain yours truely,
Jamski van Helsing Esq.
It is now day gain, get voting
-Jam
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29-03-2004 17:06
Sure I can, I don't even live in Apolytown this time around! 
I have only ever strode to serve you faithfully, m'lord! Send me not from your side!
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