Spending the past few nights being "conveniently" absent from the baron's watchful eye, and having heard many townsfolk mention that the baron had been looking for him, wierd had consigned himself to the dirty plot of elimination of the vampire baron, before he could claim any more lives, and before he could destroy NeverTaxed in the king's name.
Koreg had been rather short on the details, but had come to see him some nights after his initial visit in the late hours so many days before. At first Wierd didnt know what to think about Koreg's rather abrupt termination of the meeting, wondering if he had fouled things up somehow, and gotten the baron all suspicious for nothing, however, while he was churning up yet another tub of plum must for yet another run of plum brandy, Koreg surprised him by sneaking up on him like a ghost. After being admonished for letting his guard down and being so easy to sneak up on, (as a vampire would easily have made short work of me right then and there), "fearless leader" carefully laid a few precious nuggets of information on him, completely laying any doubts about the baron's counter-claim about PK being responsible for the recent murders to rest.
He didnt know where or how Koreg had those musty old folios of yellowed parchment, or blasphemous occult artifacts he had sequestered on his person, but the story he unfolded about the baron in just a few short sentences ran a chill down his spine. After revealing his hand, Koreg asked him what he intended to do about things.
Naturally, they couldnt just convict the baron in the open, as it would arouse too much suspicion, especially with the royal court, who no doubt had sent the vile creature here in the first place. No-- Somehow the baron had to "Disappear". The idea came to him after observing just how little was left of the apples when made into cider, after going through the cider press... He *HAD* been tasked with improving productivity, and he *WAS* in charge of the brewing administration here in Nevertaxed-- even without his temporarily elevated position. And the idea gelled in his mind like a masterful tallow roast. Savory, and smooth, all at the same time.
It had taken some doing, but he secured 3 of the 4 precious silver bars that were in the fortress stockpiles for the construction of a new "Fruit Press"-- One able to press many bushels of fruit "at the same time" with nearly unimaginable force. It was completely illegal, but he had it installed secretly in one of the many unused living spaces that now cluttered the east side of the central business district. Nobody lived or worked over that far east, which made its secret installation that much easier. Now that it was ready, it was time to finally see the baron again.
The baron, always the kind to do the most useless of labors when accused of doing none at all, as so many public officials did habitually, was hard at "work" making "Cheese" near the center of town.
Interrupting the baron, and asking him to come for a walk in private to come see his new "Fruit Press", the baron at first seemed reluctant, but then recanted and agreed with an impish smile when he learned it was far away, in the most disused part of town possible. Getting the baron's attention as a possible feeding target was risky, but one thing you could count on with vampires, is that they loved eating people that they considered "worthless" or "Stupid"-- things he had been routinely accused of numerous times in the past by so many other public officials. He would show this blood sucking git just how "Stupid" and "Useless" he really was...
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