It had been a rather tiresome journey, but she felt it would be one worth it. Offering a smile to the guards standing idle as she passed by, she wondered what she should do. While she would likely have to pay respects to the local lord, it would be inappropriate to arrive without some kind of gift. Having just arrived in town, she wasn't really looking forward to exploring the wilderness around the area again, just yet. Instead, perhaps what would be best would be solving sleeping arrangements. Ideally, she would need a space that ran the risk of not being close to people in case of the worst case scenario. It was still being a developed city, so there wasn't likely much to abandoned buildings....however....she felt perhaps she could make use of a site where new residence houses were being built, if she got lucky. Perhaps it wasn’t…proper. But…she felt in her robe for her spell tags. If people believed one of the newly built houses was under some curse it would keep them away and keep things privately. For the safety of everyone involved. The plan to make a few tags for some occasional mild illusions at night and just give a slightly chilling atmosphere would do the trick. She did briefly wonder if this was really what the masters would call using her powers wisely….but ultimately it was for more good than harm, and she was only using a place nobody else would have anyway. It wouldn’t even be a forever type thing until somewhere more suitable came along. She made her internal justifications as she made her way to carry out the plan.
Avellia nod to Mylea and her orc company. "Nice to meet you too." She said and listened to tale of the Patrick, about how they couldn't just kill beast ewen with stabbing in the heart. "Hmm that's a interesting. There are a lot of creatures and races about harder to kill by conventional methods. Like trolls, which regenerates traits could be stopped by fire or acid. I heard also about snake types monsters where was necessary to use weapons made of cold iron. Vampires and simple undead could be killed by silver and divinity magic. " She said looking at guard shield. " Did you try any of these methods? Also, there is possible that beast is effect of some kind of curse, which made it impossible to kill, until it gets lifted. "
She quickly eyes each room they pass through on the way out for valuables, unwilling to suppress her instincts in case things go south later. "I've only used my own, so yeah, some practice on this one's good." Lydia inspects the simple shortbow as it's handed to her. She stares at the three targets in turn, gauging their distance. "Let's say...six arrows to get used to the draw and heft before they start to count? I'll go collect 'em after the practice shots so they don't get in the way." She walks casually to the firing line, testing how much strength pulling the bowstring requires. Her long cloak restricts her arm's movement too much for her liking, so she wordlessly removes it and drops it on the ground behind her. Her leather chestpiece is revealed atop an underlying black dress, but Lydia is more concerned with removing the much more ornate bow from her back, setting it on top of the cloak with care. Preparations complete, she regrips the shortbow. She raises it to the nearest target, nocks an arrow, draws it back to her cheek, stares down the arrow's shaft with both eyes to aim, and then looses the string, hopefully sending the projectile flying straight at the target. She repeats the process for the second shot, running through each practiced step in a handful of seconds. She moves to the next target for her next two shots, not changing a thing since the bow's power should be able to reach the distance. For the last pair of arrows, however, Lydia has to arc her shots. She aims the bow upward, estimating the angle she needs to use to strike true. These two shots take her longer to loose, requiring far more care to place correctly. With the practice shots done, she strolls downrange to retrieve the arrows before returning to the firing line, confident she'll do even better on the next six.
"That is understandable. Very well I will be on my Way then." She says and bows her head before leaving The Mansion and taking The reigns of her Horse and walks to The Guard Captains Office. She spots a unique looking Man by The Barracks as He watches a Girl Practice with a bow and decided to approach. "Greetings, You must be The Captain of The Guard. Im Ser Arthuria Pendragon, im here on behalf of Lord Edward to Help properly Train Your Soldiers."
Well, this looked like a lovely place, Ganith thought to himself. That was to be expected, he supposed. One Gil per night seemed rather reasonable and the girls were likely rather easy in this part of town...assuming that he didn't get a disease from them. Of course, he would have to sleep with his hand on his money pouch every night, but he was used to luring about the shady side of town. The half-dragon sat at the bar and regarded the barkeep. "Well, I'm not sure how long I'll be staying around, but it should be at least a week or two and breakfast and dinner is fine unless i ask for something else. As for the ladies..." His eyes drifted across the wenches working in the bar. "Well, I'll be here awhile, so I'm sure the ladies and I will get along just fine."
{Great post! Lousy throws!} Ida almost winced at her lack of knowledge. Maybe going with being a scholar was not such a good idea. Nevertheles she continued listening... and she liked what she heard. Mines were pretty terrible places to work in. She would find bodies and souls there, she could resurect and use for combat and to gather information. Far away from praying eyes, this was a job for her. "Ah!" Ida gasped as she suddenly felt a foor sliding up her boot, touching the skin of her tight. She bit her lip, but did nothing to remove the noblewoman's limb - in status she was below her... and it did feel good. Instead, she decided to ask about a payment. "Wha~ AHm!" A gasp escaped her as she felt a toe slid into her pussy. "Yes~" She moaned out as her walls squeezed the toe. She almost moaned from disappointment as she the toe being removed. "Yes, my lady. It will be done." She said as she got up, ready to move to her task. She bowed and left. As she walked past the maid who pointed her here, she was almost sure the maid served and serviced Lady Edwards, just like Ida served her lady. She was glad that things did not differ that much... Ida made her way to her carriage and started travelling to the area Lady Edwards pointed.
“Well, the latest attack was here, just now... but we could show you the spots of some of the recent attacks – though I doubt you will find anything more than dried blood... Still, if that is what you want, then it shall be done.” He calls over another man, this one looking like a cross between an woodcutter and a guard. Spoiler: Jonas “Jonas can show you the spots of the last few attacks.”
Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=71 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 101 As Anton changes tactics the blonde lets out another gasp followed by a moan – apparently he caught her by surprise... Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=17 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 47 Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=26 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous failure = -10 Total = 36 However, Patricia is a stubborn woman who won't just let him win. She begins trying to resist the pleasure, and at first has some success as he attempts to get her worked up... Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=64 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous failure = -10 Total = 74 Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=7 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 37 For a moment Patricia loses control and lets out a lewd moan, but quickly regains control. “How disappointing... you were doing so well at first, but it seems you are already running out of steam, old man... Ready to give up? Or do you think you can still win this?” Patricia taunts from above him... Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=100 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous failure = -10 Total = 110 ...but that proves a mistake. The brief lapse in concentration leaves her unable to resist as the old man licks up and down her quivering pussy. Despite her best attempts to prevent it another lewd moan escapes her lips. Despite her resistance the blonde is visibly aroused by now, her pussy wet with more than just Anton's saliva. A little more and she will come, whether she wants to or not. However, the old man is also starting to get horny due to tasting the stubborn blonde. The longer he takes the harder it will become for him to remain focused.
Finding a newly built house that is not yet in use is quite easy. The real challenge is finding one that is not next to an inhabited one... In the end she manages to find two such houses - a small single-story one right next to the river, and a two-story one in the southern part of the village. Now she just needs to choose one...
“We've tried quite a few things. Among them were a couple of scrolls with holy spells. So we're pretty sure it is not an undead creature.” Patrick informs her. “Besides, I'm pretty sure we did kill it a couple of times. It just didn't stick.” Comments one of the guards. “Yeah, it's almost as if something – or someone – is keeping it alive somehow...” comments another and gets several murmurs of agreement. “As for it being some sort of curse... we had not considered the possibility,” Patrick admits “but I doubt it – it's far too ineffective and random. From the little I know about them curses seem a bit more focused, aimed at a specific goal. The wolf doesn't seem to have a goal beyond attacking at random – at least none that we have been able to figure out.”
Sadly the doors to most rooms are closed, and the few that are open reveal nothing of interest. Garlan watches her carefully as Lydia prepares to test the bow. He takes note of her own bow, but does not comment on it. As she takes each practice shot he nods silently, his face betraying nothing of his thoughts. “Finished with your practice, lass?” He asks her when she returns after retrieving the arrows. “Feel free to begin the real shots whenever you're ready. There's no time limit for this test, so no need to rush. Up to you which target you will go for first.” Another woman approaches the captain of the guards and he speaks to her briefly before turning back to watch Lydia shoot at the three targets.
The man turns to her and his eyes light up in recognition even before she introduces herself. “Ah, Ser Pendragon! A pleasure to meet you! I am Garlan, captain of Marika's guards. Welcome!” The captain greets her warmly. “Help to train the new recruits in proper sword combat will be appreciated. Let me just finish dealing with the young lady here and we'll discuss the details. You can watch, if you want.” Though she can't be sure Arthuria guesses that she will have enough time to leave her horse at the barracks' stables while the captain is busy with the other lady.
“Good, good!” The barkeep nods. “Most guests pay for one or two nights at a time. I assume you will be doing the same? Of course, you are welcome to pay for longer if you prefer.”
“Wonderful! I look forward to your return, and to hearing about your success, my dear! When you are back we shall continue our... discussion...” Victoria allows her to leave, though as she makes her way to the door Ida can feel the lady's lustful gaze on her. It seems she has made a good first impression... for better or worse. No one stops her on the way out and soon she is in her carriage again. “Welcome back, my lady.” Eike greets her mistress. “I hope everything went well... Where are we heading to? Will we be buying any supplies or making any preparations first?” She inquires as the carriage starts moving.
Avellia thinking more about this kind of attack on random lumber camp by magic beast. "Hmm... As your work is to cutting trees, is there any chance that some defenter of nature decided to act? But as I know druids, they most times warming people before use more violent methods. Anyone alien in this area show up before attacks begin? " She said looking at fallen trees and woods. "Did you in you word cut some tree which looked special or your hunters killed some rare animal?" She asked and then try to focus her divinity skills, to find any tracks of dark magic.
Though Anton loved the challenge of making a woman beg for his cock, sadly his old age no longer agreed with his strenuous past times. He could feel his long, thick cock grow erect underneath his robes. "Mmh, don't worry dear, you just taste so wonderful, that I decided to take my time." He hummed as he kisses her thighs, and feeling his arousal starting to get the better of him. The old man starts to get serious, as his long, slimy tongue enters her pussy. Wriggling around her velvety inner walls, he searched for her g-spot, which he attacks with precision. While his nose prods, and rubs against her clit.
"Thank you. I shall return, hopefully once I've learned something." Mylea smiles at the foreman. @Regin34 Turning to the other settler, Mylea says "We might cover more ground if we split up. If I find the wolf, I'll send up a magical flare." Turning, Mylea follows Jonas into the woods.
The stubborn blonde refuses to submit, her pussy attempting to clamp down and push the invading tongue out... Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=26 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 56 ...but it is too late, she is simply too horny and wet, and thus unable to resist him. His tongue is able to continue its exploration unobstructed. Spoiler: Oral Assault 1d100=92 Sexual prowess = +20 Previous success = +10 Total = 122 Anton's probing tongue finds a spot that makes the blonde feel particularly good, and that proves the last straw. Patricia covers her mouth with both hands to stop herself from screaming as she cums at last, her body shaking in the throes of passion. She likely would have fallen down if not for the old man's hands helping keep her steady. Anton gets to enjoy the taste of Patricia's sweet nectar as she cums hard, her juices flowing in his mouth. For a bit Patricia only stands there, breathing heavily as she tries to recover and catch her breath. “You... I... Damn...” she seems to have trouble putting her thoughts and feelings into words.
“This way.” Jones leads the girls into the woods, Mylea following after him and Galza taking the rear. Spoiler: Mylea's Awareness Roll 1d100=24 Spoiler: Galza's Awareness Roll 1d100=73 Alert for danger: +10 Total: 83 Soon the trio reaches the spot of a recent attack. A few stains of dark blood, now dried up, can be seen on the forest floor, confirming that a battle took place there. But before the priestess can attempt to investigate her orc companion speaks up. “Anyone else have the feeling that we are been watched?” Mylea has not noticed anything out of the ordinary so far, but after her friend's question she gets the feeling that she is indeed being watched...
“Hmm... I don't believe we have. Any forest fruits gathered by the villagers seem to be regular fruits, any forest animals killed by hunters seem to be just regular animals, and none of the trees we have cut seem special in any way. We do have some druids helping grow new trees in place of the ones we cut, but none of them has noticed anything out of the ordinary.” Patrick explains. “I heard talk about some of the farmers having seen something odd,” one of the guards speaks up, “but that's on the other side of the river and not even close to here, so even if it is true I doubt it has anything to do with our problem.” Spoiler: Detection Attempt 1d100 = 29 Magic – Divine: +20 Total: 49 Despite her best attempts Avella is unable to detect any sort of dark magic nearby. Of course, with the wolf gone, it is possible that any traces of dark magic it left behind have already dissipated. Perhaps she will have better luck if she tries again when the wolf is nearby... or maybe it is all a waste of time – no way to be sure.
