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March 26th 1854
Letter recieved by Mina Harker.
My dearest Mina,
I arrived this day, the twentysixth of March in the year of our Lord 1854 finally at the destination your father so vividly described in his notes. The great bleak house stands on the mountain top overlooking the village of Apolyton almost exactly as he described it. His words say it better than mine,
"...then upon crossing of the river for the third time by way of those most curiously constrcuted stone bridges they have in these parts, the vista over the Apolytown valley was revealed to me for the first time. Never have I felt such desolation of the soul as when this vision first entered my eyes, and took such a grip on my thoughts that to this day I am never rid of the picture. The castle, or mansion, as they say in the dialect of the valley, rises on a crag high to the left as a rotting tooth in the mouth formed by the basalt cliffs of the valley, while down beneath this edifice squats the hovels and stables of the small village that lends its name to the cleft as a whole..."
Your father spoke truely. A rotting tooth is indeed an apt description for the huge decaying fortress on the mountainside. Its walls are made from some kind of limestone, and against the black walls of basalt that rise around it the effect is like a skull floating in the darkness.
I plan to stay a few nights either in the village or the mansion. I feel somewhat driven by the promise I made to your father to investigate the curse he claims lies on this valley. May God standy by be if he spoke the truth, for in all honesty I have a chill feeling as I write this. It is almost as if the Castle is watching me, calling me to my doom.
With all my love, and I hope to return soon having solved this mystery.
Yours eternally
Jamski van Helsing Esq.
From the 1854 Parish Taxation records for the valley of Apolytown
Number of male residents currently living, visiting or working in the parish : Twenty two
From the Diary of Jamski van Helsing
26th March 1854 : Arrived today in Apolytown village and inqired a local character as to the possibilities of lodging somewhere in the village. The curious little man suggested I look elsewhere, and reccommeded
"A gen'nelman loike you, sir ought'er be stayin' in dem dere Mansion"
For a shilling the man, whose name turned out to be Vlad, at least from what I could understand of his dialect offered to carry my bags ahead and tell his Lordship, strangely called the Duke o'York that a visitor wished to spend a night. We headed up to the castle while my porter explained the village to me in response to my questions, of which I had many. I'll not attempt to reconstruct his comical accent any further, but only the gist of what he said.
It appears that apart from the Duke who is the lord of this valley and his two sons, Jonny and Flipside there are no more real noblemen in the valley. Apart from some gentlemen, such as Doc, the physician, Rasputin the priest, Major Alva and General Ludd (Who represent His Majesty's forces in this distant province) the other inhabitants of the valley are mere craftsmen and servants. The two exceptions to the rule are visitors like myself, a travelling salesman called Kassiopeia and a painter who goes by the name of Ghengis Farb.
Vlad informed me that I would probably meet these two at dinner time in the mansion.
From the Diary of Zopperoni
Today comes a new guest, some kind of mystery-hunter from the city. That means more work for poor old me. I'll have to get Guynemer, Theben and ADG to cook extra tonight, and tell Skanky to open another bottle of wine. Jon Miller will eat in the library I suppose, and GJRamsey will be in there with him, checking the papers for his Lordship, so that's two less to worry about. REMINDER : Tell that lazy bastard Mart7x5 to bring extra wood next week before it gets cold.
Oh, and MattH should see to the guest, and I need to have a word with Urban Ranger about the fences again. We don't need anymore of Spaced Cowboy's cattle getting into the formal gardens...
It is now growing dark, who will not survive the night?
-Jam
Letter recieved by Mina Harker.
My dearest Mina,
I arrived this day, the twentysixth of March in the year of our Lord 1854 finally at the destination your father so vividly described in his notes. The great bleak house stands on the mountain top overlooking the village of Apolyton almost exactly as he described it. His words say it better than mine,
"...then upon crossing of the river for the third time by way of those most curiously constrcuted stone bridges they have in these parts, the vista over the Apolytown valley was revealed to me for the first time. Never have I felt such desolation of the soul as when this vision first entered my eyes, and took such a grip on my thoughts that to this day I am never rid of the picture. The castle, or mansion, as they say in the dialect of the valley, rises on a crag high to the left as a rotting tooth in the mouth formed by the basalt cliffs of the valley, while down beneath this edifice squats the hovels and stables of the small village that lends its name to the cleft as a whole..."
Your father spoke truely. A rotting tooth is indeed an apt description for the huge decaying fortress on the mountainside. Its walls are made from some kind of limestone, and against the black walls of basalt that rise around it the effect is like a skull floating in the darkness.
I plan to stay a few nights either in the village or the mansion. I feel somewhat driven by the promise I made to your father to investigate the curse he claims lies on this valley. May God standy by be if he spoke the truth, for in all honesty I have a chill feeling as I write this. It is almost as if the Castle is watching me, calling me to my doom.
With all my love, and I hope to return soon having solved this mystery.
Yours eternally
Jamski van Helsing Esq.
From the 1854 Parish Taxation records for the valley of Apolytown
Number of male residents currently living, visiting or working in the parish : Twenty two
Code:
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| Name | Role | Status |
| GhengisFarb | Watercolour artist | Alive |
| Kassiopeia | Travelling salesman | Alive |
| Zopperoni | Butler | Alive |
| GJRamsey | Bookkeeper | Alive |
| Vlad Antlerkov | Message boy | Alive |
| MattH | Doorman | Alive |
| ADG | Cook (fish) | Alive |
| Alva | A Major | Alive |
| Rasputin | Priest | Alive |
| General Ludd | General | Alive |
| Spaced Cowboy | Cattle farmer | Alive |
| Mart7x5 | Woodchopper | Alive |
| Doc | Physician | Alive |
| Guynemer | Cook (vegetables) | Alive |
| Jonny | Elder Son of the Duke | Alive |
| flipside | Younger Son of the Duke | Alive |
| Duke o'York | Lord and Master | Alive |
| Skanky Burns | Wine waiter | Alive |
| Tuberski | Master of the Hunt | Alive |
| Theben | Cook (meat) | Alive |
| Jon Miller | Libarian | Alive |
| Urban Ranger | Groundsman | Alive |
26th March 1854 : Arrived today in Apolytown village and inqired a local character as to the possibilities of lodging somewhere in the village. The curious little man suggested I look elsewhere, and reccommeded
"A gen'nelman loike you, sir ought'er be stayin' in dem dere Mansion"
For a shilling the man, whose name turned out to be Vlad, at least from what I could understand of his dialect offered to carry my bags ahead and tell his Lordship, strangely called the Duke o'York that a visitor wished to spend a night. We headed up to the castle while my porter explained the village to me in response to my questions, of which I had many. I'll not attempt to reconstruct his comical accent any further, but only the gist of what he said.
It appears that apart from the Duke who is the lord of this valley and his two sons, Jonny and Flipside there are no more real noblemen in the valley. Apart from some gentlemen, such as Doc, the physician, Rasputin the priest, Major Alva and General Ludd (Who represent His Majesty's forces in this distant province) the other inhabitants of the valley are mere craftsmen and servants. The two exceptions to the rule are visitors like myself, a travelling salesman called Kassiopeia and a painter who goes by the name of Ghengis Farb.
Vlad informed me that I would probably meet these two at dinner time in the mansion.
From the Diary of Zopperoni
Today comes a new guest, some kind of mystery-hunter from the city. That means more work for poor old me. I'll have to get Guynemer, Theben and ADG to cook extra tonight, and tell Skanky to open another bottle of wine. Jon Miller will eat in the library I suppose, and GJRamsey will be in there with him, checking the papers for his Lordship, so that's two less to worry about. REMINDER : Tell that lazy bastard Mart7x5 to bring extra wood next week before it gets cold.
Oh, and MattH should see to the guest, and I need to have a word with Urban Ranger about the fences again. We don't need anymore of Spaced Cowboy's cattle getting into the formal gardens...
It is now growing dark, who will not survive the night?
-Jam
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