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Ive had a rethink recently, and am no longer going to pursue the Necromantic arts....From here on out I am a Lahmian Vampire....and thus my Generals background has changed.....HOWEVER.....
THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT WHICH SOME MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR UPSETTING. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS THEN DO NOT READ ON!!!
To the rest of you I present.....
The Courtesan's Tale
Eleanor Gestare walked the corners of the dock district of Middeheimin, plying her trade, the Sailors and Merchants her best customers, and there were many, for Eleanor was a rare thing, she was elegant, a jewel in the gutter. Golden hair and perfect figure, her face unblemished unlike the majority of the pox marked whores of Marienberg, and that is what she was, Eleanor no longer tried to kid herself, she was a Whore. She was approached by a burly man, he reeked of the smell of the sea and rum, and had been in more than a few fights, his broken nose and grizzled face, his right mouth drooled and hung limp where a knife had severed a nerve in a fight long past, the scar still evident to this day.
He pushed 5 bronze Phennings into Eleanors hand and led the young girl down an ally, not the most comfortable of places to ply her trade, amongst the rats and sewage, but she needed the money, so as the sailor took her, she dreamt of past life, of her home, of Brettonia.
Her childhood was happy, poor….but happy, her father little more than a field labourer for a local knight. Even as a child they knew she would be attractive, that she at least would move up the social order, the wife of some petty bureaucrat perhaps, or dare they think it a farm owner. Yet despite their efforts they were destined to starve long before any such wedding. Her father one eventful night stole into the manor Barn and lifted away 3 fatted hens and enough bread and food as to carry them to the Empire, the promised land, where they would live in poverty no longer. Her father had arranged a ship to take them to Marienberg, and so Eleanor traded her life playing in the Corn Fields to that of the traveller. But such an idyllic life was not to be, the Barons Wardens caught up to them, dragging her father an her mother back, while she hid under the carriage, she watched as her father and mother swung from the gallows as thieves, and her brother beaten and killed by wardens of the Dukedom trying to protect his family. Thus Eleanor travelled on alone, the boat still waiting, the Captain sorry for her plight, and realising he’d been paid for 4 passengers honoured the debt taking young Eleanor along, to the Bustling city of Marienberg…. Marienberg….where she grew up, amongst the seedy taverns and bustling populace….the city of the Merchant, Sailor and Courtesan.
The burly sailor had finished, his face bright red, as he composed himself.. He grunted at poor Eleanor as she struggled with her skirt, leaving her to straighten herself, her back raw from the ally wall. The rum soaked sailor staggered round the ally corner slurring a old shanty, partly du to his lolling lip, partly due to the alcohol. Eleanor smiled, she had made a good nights work, tonight she would eat well, 5 Phennings, as well as the rest in the sailors money pouch she lifted from his belt and the small silver amulet of Mannan. Eleanor over the years had succumbed to starvation, and a few of her other patrons had taught her certain ‘skills’ rather than payment in coin, it had been a good trade and Eleanor had become an adequate pick pocket, and lock pick over her few years, sleight of hand were the tools of her trade as much the Corset and Rouge. Eleanor returned home, a simple hovel, all but undecorated save for a bed and a stove, after of course selling the amulet to the barkeep of the Crooked Sail, the price was not she wanted but 10 Phennings were 10 Phennings, and along with the other 30 she had lifted and 5 in ‘payment’she had made a good night, 45 Phennings from one mark, more than the most of the other whores that walked the streets of Marienberg. Yet the victory was short lived as the door of her house opened and in strode Stefan Steinher, a tall and powerfully built, he was dressed in fine clothes and silks, and had come to collect his dues.
“ You owe me”
“Please” begged Eleanor “I made only 5 Phennings”
“Im sure you did, But you took more didn’t you…..don’t lie to me girl!”
“No!” sobbed Eleanor, I took nothing”
Stefan backhanded Eleanor, her frail body crumpled to the ground crying.
“I told you not lie” As he ripped at Eleanors clothing, exposing her bosom, fully knowing what he was after, locating the small purse, and checking the contents….
“My, you have been busy haven’t you, there must be nearly 50 Phennings here”
Eleanor still sobbing and half naked “There! You have them…Leave me be now”
“I wish it were that easy” replied Stefan, “You lied to me! What would the other girls think, I have a reputation to uphold don’t I. I think im gonna have to teach you a lesson….make an example of you”
Eleanor screamed as she was pinned on the bed, Stefan forcing his will on her, she was gagged and humiliated, and as Stefan left he threw the crying girl 5 Phennings, over her bruised body.
“Next time! No more lies!” growled Stefan, as he slammed the door.
Leaving Eleanor sobbing on her bed, promising herself a way out of this rut, of a better life, tomorrow night she had another customer who had requested her services, a mark who could get her out of this hole.
The day had come and gone and the day was ending, the twin moons Morrslieb and Mannslieb driving out the sun. Eleanor walked the allies once more, only now wearing an exquisite red satin dress that Hans had sent her, suitable to roam the Burgomeisters in, tonight she was no common whore, she was a Courtesan. She walked hand in hand with Hans Brunheld, Captain of the Burgomeisters guard. He was tall and powerful, even now, he wore his plate mail comfortably, and his sword swinging from his side, occasionally the scabbard banging into Eleanors thigh. They were heading for the Burgoeisters House, It was here that Eleanor would ply her trade, it would be a good night, for she was going to rob the Burgomeister of Marienberg.
Hans prepared himself, he polished his armour, before setting off to meat his aquaintance, a comely wench called Eleanor. It was important he look the part, he was Captain of the Guard and it would not be deemed appropriate for him to fraternise with the commoners or indeed look anything below impeccable, The Burgomeister would be outraged if his name were to be muddied in his sordid actions. The dress he had sent Eleanor before their meeting was exquisite, so that people didn’t stop at his fraternisation, It had cost him a pretty Florin or 2 but the deception was important. The other Guards sat around him, obviously jealous at his good fortune,
“So how much she costing you?” muttered a guard
Hans smiled ” 2 Florins for the dress and 50 phennings for the service” grinned Hans
The soldier gave a low whistle
“That’s pricey, she better be worth it. that’s 2 months pay”
Hans grinned again “Don’t worry boys, I have absolutely no intention of paying , im going to bring her back here, take her have my way, and then come the morrow when the wench wants paying, we shall strip her, and you all can have your fun with her, whilst I return the dress to the shop and gert my Florins back. Then we cast her back onto the street naked, and let her run home, no doubt getting dragged into allies by any drunk and rogues along the way”
“Thats kinda harsh dont’ ya think Cap’n?”
Hans grinned, “She’s a comely one boys, you’ll like her, besides, she’s getting invited into the Burgomeisters House, she should be honoured."
The rest of the Guards laughed as the left, the duty detail switching,
“Jus make sure Lady Kristin doesn’t catch her, you know she wanders the house at night, cant imagine shed be too chuffed at the idea of letting a whore into the house”
“Aint that the truth” replied Hans
“Oh and Cap’n” the guard said before leaving the room,
Hans looked up at the guards face waiting for his response.
“ We look forward to the Morning!” The guard said with an evil smile, Leaving Hans Brunheld to leave and meet his acquaintance.
Eleanor and Hans walked through the front gates of the Burgomeisters house, the two walking arm in arm, the perfect couple Eleanor thought to herself, but she had a job to do tonight, and her mind was set on the task. The only sign of life in the castle at this time of night was a thin flicker of a curtain, as Lady Kristin saw the lovers approach, a thin smile on her elegant lips broke out, her curiosity getting the better of her, she would watch this one, really quite elegant, whatever her trade.
Eleanor walked through the Gardens, escorted by the valiant Captain Hans. She watched the Guards perform their patrols, intrigued, she may need to memorise their patterns, in case she should need to escape.. She had heard the Lady of the house had insisted that all the Guards be posted outside the house, presumably she did not want to be near the uncouth barbarians. Thus getting into the house was the tricky bit, once inside she should have the run of the estate while the household slept.
She stepped through the Guardhouse keep as Hans led her to his room, his hand gently coaxing her along, and she succumbed, knowing what she must do, she entered Hans chamber as he closed the door, she sat on the edge of his bed, and Hans drew nearer, stripping his armour. Eleanor continued to smile, thinking to herself, 'Its just another job', as she unbuckled her brassiere.
Eleanor woke in the night next to Hans, their naked forms entwined with each other, she carefully untangled herself slipped out of the bed and dressed herself, she glanced round carefully looking round the room she lifted the Captains coin purse from his belt, that had been scattered on the floor, and carefully slid the rings from his fingers. Dropping them into one of the pouches she had sewn on the inside of her dress. Eleanor slipped on her shoes and crossed quietly over to the door, she turned the key in the lock, and walked the corridor. The first door on her right was locked, no doubt entry to the main halls. She removed a small stretch of wire from the lining of the dress and placed it into the lock, the wire skilful in her hands, she slowly caught the catches and the door unlocked. And she slipped into the shadows of the hall beyond the door. She was meticulous, entering room by room of the house, using the wire to unlock the door where need be, slyly she went about the house, stealing from the rooms, creeping round rooms which still had occupants sleeping in, and with no guards to worry about she had no problems, no one around for confront her. The items she stole that night encountered to a large ransom, she slipped smaller items into one of the many pouches sewn into her dress, ignoring the other items completely. The value of what she took was beyond estimation, it was never going to be able to buy her nobility, but certainly enough to live comfortably for years to come. Gems, Coins, Rings Necklaces, all were stolen, some from decorative jewellery boxes she had picked open, others from the fingers, necks and ears from sleeping occupants. As she lifted the necklace of a housemaid that she had obviously forgotton to remove, Eleanor noticed the scartissue on the young girls neck and bosom, she realised that quire a few of the household had scar tissue on their necks and their bodies. Eleanor thought little more of it however, caught up in the wealth she was stealing as well as the exhilaration of the theft. But what Eleanor wasn’t aware of was that she was being watched.
Hans Brunheld stirred, his head clearing, he had paid for a night and he wanted more. He turned on his side, and reached out…..nothing. His eyes snapped open and focussed on the door, it was wide open, he then realised his rings were missing. He jumped out of bed and put on his trousers, all too aware that the purse of coins was gone. He grabbed his sword and ran half naked through the house, he swore to himself, he vowed to make the Chaos spawned retch pay, he would make her pay and he would make sure she suffered while doing it. Hans ran down the corridors, blade in hand, checking each room, quickly glancing in each, it was obvious shed been in there, but there was no time to check for losses, he had to hurry to find the thieving cow before she made good his escape. Hans snapped back to reality, with the Burgomeister away on business she could raid the Lords bed chamber and he shuddered to think what would happen to him if hiss Lord and Master found out, or even Lady Kristin, that woman had a vile temper when she wanted. Hans pure aggression ran out of him to be replaced by gut wrenching fear should he fail to capture the damned whore, or even if he captured her in Lady Kristin became aware of what happened. He ran, ran to the bed chamber of his master.
Eleanor crept into the chamber, the massive four posted be dominated the room, the sheets the finest silks, the bedside trinkets amongst the most exquisite items in Marienberg, surely this was the masters bed chamber, and Eleanor began to steal, the pockets of her dress full to bursting, all manner treasures within the hidden pockets of her dress. The haul of tonight would keep her comfortable for the rest of her life, her new life… But then she heard something that made her blood run cold.
“So this is where you are you whoring thief!” muttered Hans,
Eleanor spun round on her heel, still clutching the antique Dwarven time piece, its intricacy matched only by its value.
“you thieving whore, I’m going to teach you a lesson” said Hans as he approached Sword held in hand, “And when I’m finished with you, my men will have you…you will be beaten and when their done, you will swing from the Gallows, thief! You will beg us to stop, to end your life…or maybe just beg us for more just to save your stinking neck!” growled the Hans, pushing his sword up to Eleanors bosom.
Eleanor in pure panic backed up, she had no where to go, she was stuck in a corner, her beautiful plan unravelling, before her, tears rolled down her face as Hans grabbed her wrists, dragging her out of the room.
Just then a figure walked through the door, forcing Hans to stop and the sobbing Eleanor to scramble back to the corner. The newcomer seemed to glide along the floor, her beauty and grace were beyond anyone that Eleanor had ever seen before. Hans eyes widened although if this was due to the newcomers beauty or Hans fear was debatable.
The newcomer casually glanced around the room, her eyes seemed to take in every detail, she glanced over the terrified Eleanor still clutching the small Dwarven Clock, before moving on and settling on Hans.
“What is the meaning of this intrusion,?” queried the Lady to the quite obviously dumb struck Captain
“Well…erm…Lady Kristin…Err…Well….Weve had an incident. This thief stole her way into the Estate, I was awakened by the noise and have apprehended her in you bed chamber Mi Lady!” stammered Hans
“Have you now…” quizzed the lady, raising her voice slightly so Hans could hear her over Eleanors sobbing, “May I ask how she attained access to my house?”
“I don’t know Mi Lady, maybe through the sewers, or maybe she managed to evade the Guards patrols? I will have this breach of securi….”
“Don’t lie to me, Captain!” Lady Kristin said, in the same soft tone she had spoken in before, yet with a bestial quality that could neither be heard or detected yet still chilled to the bone.
“I saw you bring her onto my estate Captain, you brought this thief into my house, and then seek to blame her! You wretched little man!….Now let me talk to her!”
Hans moved aside immediately, he was in it deep, and only unwavering discipline had any hope of redeeming himself.
Kristin walked up and squatted down beside the crying Eleanor
“Shush child she whispered, its over, I know you’ve done wrong, but I forgive you. But I am not a harsh mistress, I am prepared to offer you a second chance….would you like a second chance?”
Eleanor rubbed her eyes, still sobbing, but nodded her head vigorously, not uttering a word.
Kristin smiled, “You do realise you will be indebted to me, service as one of my hand maids don’t you?”
Eleanor nodded again, not caring, anything to avoid the beatings, rape and gallows that awaited her. And servant to the Lady, even as a slave was better than a whore of the docks.
Hans secretly couldn’t believe his ears, This Thieving Whore being offered leniency and a position at his ladies side no less, but he new better that to anger his mistress anymore than he had done already, so he kept quiet, he would exact his revenge after this had quietened down, that little trollop would suffer and squirm, he would make sure of it.
“Well then whispered Kristin, I wish for you to return my property and the property of my household” Which Eleanor franticly did, beginning to empty every pocket of every Item and started placing them on the bed.
Lady Kristin raised herself and glided over to the Captain,
“You heard her, she has indebted herself to my service”
“As you wish Mi Lady” replied Hans, struggling to hide his anger.
“Just one more thing Hans….”replied Lady Kristin
“Yes Mi Lady?” Hans enquired.
Suddenly Lady Kristin, moved with lightning speed , her fingertips outstretched, skewered through Hans throat, bursting through the back of his neck. A bestial snarl on her face.
“Never lie to me again!“ she whispered into the dead mans ears, along with a secret word of ancient power.
A scream began to well up inside Eleanor’s lungs, but before it could be released Lady Kristin had bounded across the room, and placed her hand across Eleanor’s mouth, forcing her face down onto the soft mattress, in a twisted act of suffocation. Eleanor struggled for a second, trying to get air, but finding only the quilt of the bed. A moment before she convulsed Kristins jaws punctured her neck, as she gulped greedily the precious life fluid, Eleanor went limp as death claimed her, a fraction before deaths final embrace, Eleanor was spun over on the bed as Lady Kristin bit into her own wrist, a few drops of her black blood dribbled into Eleanors mouth, as Kristin straddled her.
And then Eleanor died.
Kristin stood , taking the time to wipe her mouth on Eleanors dress, before gliding to the window. She gracefully, opened the window wide before shouting to the Guards patrolling below.
“MURDERER!” she wailed
The guards stopped their patrol, looking at Lady Kristin, hanging out of the manor window
“DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” She screeched “HES GETTING AWAY!” as she pointed to the far wall of the manors gardens.
The Guards burst into action and the remainder of the night, the Manor Guards combed the grounds and the city watch searched the Marienberg, all looking for a imaginary killer. The Guards burst into action and the remainder of the night, the Manor Guards combed the grounds and the city watch searched the City, all looking for a imaginary killer. Whilst the distraught Lady Kristin was comforted by maids, the Dr who pronounced the lovers dead… her rescuers, and a Priest of Sigmar pleading the lady to have strength, and the Priest of Morr, who had come to take the bodies for burial.
It was so dark….so dark…so dark and Eleanor was so hungry. She tried to sit up, banging her hed on the wooden box. The dull thud of the box. Eleanors eyes widened, pupils dilating, searching for light, a blink of an eye and she could see clearly, clearer than she should have any right to inside the confines of the box.
Panic gripped Eleanor, she squirmed and wiggled, as she came to realise she had been buried alive.
She screamed and wailed, yet she knew no sound would get to the surface. She scratched at the insides of the box, her fingernails sharpening as she willed them. The oak of the box splintering as she ripped and clawed at the coffin lid, a small trail of dirt dropping in. Then Eleanors screams died as the lid broke, and the grave dirt fell into her choking her, filling her mouth and eyes. Her muffled cries stopped as she crawled up, pushing aside the wet earth.
Suddenly her hand breached the surface, exposing it to the midnight air. She kicked and clawed and dragged herself out of the grave, she looked up, up into the face of Lady Kristin. Eleanor could do nothing as she coughed up a mouthful of dirt.
Kristin smiled, “Your later than I thought, I don’t like to be kept waiting”
Eleanor said nothing, still looking up ito Kistins eyes.
“I’m here to collect your debt….No doubt you are hungry, I suggest you go home and and gather your belongings, and then return to my house, The Guards have been instructed to allow you entry, oh and I suggest you hurry, you do not wish to be stuck outside come dawn.”
“Why? Whats happened? Why did you bury me?”
“You really have no idea do you?….How deliciously naïve…..Allow me to enlighten you my dear. I am a Vampire, I turned you Eleanor, you were and are dead, but also so much more”
Eleanor’s stomach twisted as her memory of the night before came flooding back,
“No! She wailed, you said id get a second chance, not damn me! I wont serve under you” she wailed.
I look of displeasure crossed Kristins face, and in an instant her face changed, the beautiful features twisting into something much more dangerous, her hand struck out dragging Eleanor out of the dirt and up against a nearby tomb stone, as Eleanor tried to break the grip of the hands that choked her.
“I made you!” Kristin growled “and I can crush you just as easily! Your life is mine to use or discard as I see fit, If you don’t serve me, then you shall be fed upon!”
Eleanor nodded and Kristin released her grip allowing Eleanor to slide back to the ground.
Kristin took a second to regain her composure, transforming into the angel she appeared to be, back into the façade of a noble.
Kristin looked down to the terrified Eleanor, dawn is in 4 hours, If you are not in my house by suns rise, then I shall hunt you the following night, my patience is worn thin. You have 4 hours to collect your belongings. You will be my eyes and ears, you will do my bidding, and your skills will be used as and when I deem them needed….you are the whore no longer….you are a Courtesan….understand?….”
Eleanor nodded and scurried away, running through the allies alone. Kristin smiled and turned, returning to the manor to await her new apprentice.
Eleanor ran, faster than she thought she could….ran home, to collect her belongings, unaware, that a separate set of eyes saw her as she entered her home.
Eleanor quickly took a small sack and began cramming her worldly possessions into it, not that she had much, a few sets of clothes, and shoes, and the tools of her trade, and precious little else. She quickly changed out of the funeral Shroud into something more appropriate, Her bosoms exposed as she slipped into a gaudy corset,
Eleanor sensed a presence, yet she know not how, she turned, seeing Stefan in the doorway.
“My, My you have been busy haven’t you! I didn’t expect you to come back, I’m lucky I saw you” growled Stefan “You’ve been to the Manor, and no doubt come back with all sorts of trinkets…..Hand ‘em over”
“No!” Eleanor screamed “Leave me alone, I have nothing!”
Stefan glanced up and down Eleanors half naked body, “I wouldn’t say that my dear…I will take my dues, you little whore!”
Stefan walked over to Eleanor, who was still frightened and unable to respond,
Stefan slapped the poor girl hard, her cheek taking the impact, by rights she should have been knocked all but unconscious, yet the assault did little, Eleanor barely even registered the assault, and couldn’t help but smile at Stefan.
Perplexed Stefan shouted.. ”Ill teach you, you little whore!” as he placed on a set of brass knuckles, while Eleanor watched.
The punch came, yet Eleanor caught the punch in one of her dainty hands. She smiled and slowly squeezed Stefans hand. Bones broke and the Brass twisted and buckled at Eleanors inhuman strength. Eleanors finger nails lengthened and penetrated the thin broken muscle, cartilage, and bone of Stefans hand. He dropped to his knees, screaming in agony, at the impossible. He looked into Eleanors face, her features bestial…But it was her eyes, those eyes, those cats eyes, the eyes of a predator, that terrified him. Eleanor drew close and whispered to Stefan, “Im am no longer your Whore….I am a Courtesan!” as she did so her fangs elongated and sharpened, much to Stefans terror. Eleanor knew what she had to do, in fact she embraced it, she had lost her life and her soul but had gained so much more. Eleanor pounced, her kiss penetrating Stefan’s jugular, as he cried his final death scream.
No one came…..
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