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Dirge of Lamentations Reboot The Night 2012/08/18(Sat)18:41 No. 444976 ID: 34cbef

This is a second attempt with this one, This is a copy-paste of the first post in the last one

After the crumbling of the last beam and the dust begins to settle I can make out the nefarious silhouette of the one who dropped through the roof of my dwelling. “NICHOLAS,” I yell. The figure turns to look at me, he being a tall yet round mountain of a man. Robed in flaming red and white, with black boots and a belt the size of most game trophies adorned above hunter’s fireplaces.
“Hoh, ho ho, how is it that you know of me,” his belly rumbles like an earthquake.
“All who dwell in Fumenkeiser know you, Nicholas Clause; you are the lunatic that dwells atop the Banshee Mountains.” I cannot help but quickly adjust the scarf around my face,” Why have you unceremoniously fallen through the roof of my home!?”
“Ho ho, you know who I am, then you know of what I do.”
“I WILL NOT TAKE CHARITY FROM FOOLS NOR MADMEN, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY HAVE NOT THE SENSE TO KNOCK AT THE ENTRANCE!!!”
“DAOSE LAMENTHA,” bellows Clause with a deafening roar, “You cannot hide yon sins from me. Though you dwell in your greed and self-pity, I will not stand to hear any man declining a gift! You listen and listen well, Daose, This gift is not from my charity but from the charity of little Alan. Because you felt the humility sway your heart in giving the young lad a meal, the same little boy wishes to give to you this,” He pulls out a small paper wrapped box.
I take it and immediately open it. Inside lies a wooden train and a note written in charcoal. The note only reads as scribblings of an illiterate child.
“Now Daose Lamentha, because it is the season of Christmas I will give to you my gift. Though you have done very well in hiding the secret that you keep wrapped under that scarf, there is not that can be hidden from neither me nor the Lord. I have heard such tales come from the northern hills such as Transylvania and the night walkers, but I dared not believe it true. Now that I stand here and look at you full on, sin and all, I now know that the myth known as vampyre is true.” The large man strokes the snowy white tassels of his long beard. “Yes Lamentha, I am saying that your curse to the demon Lilith can be removed… but only if you change your ways.”
I am suddenly filled with a mix of emotions. “n-NONSENSE, if you know what I am then I will have no need to let you live!” I slowly make my way towards the mass of ceiling ties.
“HOH, FOOOL,” the large man releases a loud and boisterous laugh that knocks me flat on my buttocks. “Ho ho ho,” says Nick with a wink and a nod, “Lad, if you can stop the three dominating evils of this world before the Christmas Eve of next year, consider yourself human again.” Nicholas Clause suddenly disappears with the twinkling of the stars in the night sky, leaving me staring into it through the gaping maw in my ceiling.
W-what… what does this mean… is this all a dream? I readjust my scarf and make way to my bedroom to my wardrobe. It seems I have a purpose to fulfill, and the first thing I must do is be readily dressed for the cold winter’s night.

I must go thank little Alan. What should I wear? Should I have something with me, like my trusty cane, or maybe something else? What are my 5 main things to do before I head out other then dress?