The orange glow provides some warmth, but the tomb still seems remarkably cold, as Zendak descends the stairs. The closest coffins are the oldest, the progenitors of this noble house. The bodies inside, he's sure from experience, will be withered away and little more than dust. Those souls are among the hardest to capture. Luckily, his intended target should be fresher, and thus easier to tame. He heads down floor after floor, the air becoming stale as layer after layer of Earth and stone seperate him from the surface. Finally, though, he arrives at the most recent level - below which is merely a ditch, dug out but not decorated, as its future inhabitants haven't died yet. There are three coffins in here - Helsing von Ausling, from its age and the male name, Zendak assumes this was the countess' Father. - Claudia von Ausling, this one is roughly the same age as the father's. He guesses this was the mother. - Liberl von Grout, from the different name, Zendak assumes this was her husband. Standing among the coffins, Zendak thinks. He can summon the spirits of any number of them - though doing multiple at the same time will make it harder. The degree of control he can exert depends on how well the ritual goes - at its best, necromancy can make a ghost completely obedient to the point of being unable to even consider disobedience. On the other side of the equation, if he does a poor job, the ghost will be trying to free itself and take revenge - or be free from the start if he fucks up particularly badly.
Zendar hummed as he stud above the graves. He needed a source of information... One would suffice. But if he called all three of them, he could use them later. He smiled as he started casting spell - it was a little random, but he could control main targets. The former countess was a priority, and if he managed, the husband of the current countess would be next, followed by the father. He started casting the spell, the green aura lighting the walls, mixing with the orange's aura. The foul words that spread from his lips, like a course, as if he was defiling the goddess of life herself... Oh, how it warmed his heart every time he cast the spell -the thought of that busty goddess was spoiled by his casting, as if he was spitting on her or coming on her face. It wasn't happening like that, but the thought made him happy. With the final words, the spell exploded, green streaks wrapping itself around first coffin...
Soon, the redhead doubles forward, retching. The merchaant grips her arm, and together the two head away from the feast hall - this time not to the privy, but in the direction of the front gate, and the exit.
"Heheh, that's what I thought - you Eastern sluts are as needy as the stories about you say." The farmer chuckles. "That's right, touch yourself." He looks down. "Though I think you want something a little bigger down there..."
“Mmmh, mmhhhm.” Fei slobbers all over his cock, leaving a sheen of her saliva on his shaft. “Mmmh, mmmh.” With her arousal at an all time high, Fei couldn’t refute his words. Instead she looks up into his eyes, nodding at his words about something bigger. As her fingers tease her moist lower lips, her juices continuously flowing down her inner thighs.
Spoiler: Raise Undead Minor Hero Roll D100+20+10-30 (3 targets at once)=58 (minor Success) The room shines brightly in a green/blue flash as suddenly the spirits of the dead emerge, ethereal and howling, from their coffins. Spectral flashes travel the room, before stopping, materialising in the shape of an elderly man and a slightly younger one. "Who awakens us?" A harsh whisper sounds from the older ghost. Looking around, Zendak sees hide nor hair of the mother. "Where is she? I feel her... We must return!" The husband says.
„Which merchants? Names and when they are coming to island”? Claudia asked with stern voice, thinking already about solutions of this problem. Maybe she could hide out near the lake and watch them as they leave their position. „Why are you protecting him? Is he your relative, friend or something”?
What? Only two ghosts? Does he started developing problems in performing? This.... This doesn't happen to him! With a snarl he waved his hand at the two ghosts. "Obey!" He all but commanded, nay, demanded! The invisible chains, flashed green around the ghosts's limbs and collars around their necks. "You, will obey me! Now, Helsing, Liber where is Claudia!? Who do you feel!?" He asked, demanding answers. He would not be denied!
Oh. So much for his plan. Elf couldn't help but chuckle as he sees the pair heading for the exit. In all honesty, it saved him some time. Who knows how many hours he'd need to spend at the feast before they leave. He might even get a chance to use pouch of fluorescent cyan powder he has in his bag. It might sound silly, putting on some shining paint on ears and face to kidnap someone, but it worked really well for the elf. Standing in a dark room, only cyan glow visible from the black void, emerging like a demon out of gaping maw of the darkest night. Not only was it intimidating, it was surprisingly practical. It's hard to see rest of the elf in the dark. To be frank the elf just loves to do that, even appearing at house of his prettier clients in the middle of the night, letting them know job was completed while asking them in a hushed, whispering tone if he could offer them anything else. Few resisted as he pinned then down. Now he can finally get into his element, stalking his target from the shadows of the night. Actually he got so worked up over the entire feast he couldn't remember if it was night or day. As he gets up from the table and heads to the exit after the merchant, he glances at the windows to check what time it is.
Eliane gets her Dagger Back and draws her Sword before heading Up The Stairs of The Crypt to See what is Happening.
Eran gave a friendly wave to the owl as he examined the room. Hmm, kinda reminds me of a witch's abode... hopefully the owl is not some sort of familiar or guardian the human left behind... He thought as he began slowly and carefully searching the room for anything that would help him find the woman. As he searched he made sure to keep an eye on the owl, just in case.
Despite the seriousness with which he said it and the implications of how precarious Collingworth was, Eliza's thoughts were transfixed on one thing. "He thinks I'm beautiful." Another smile crept across her face at that and she to a moment to respond. "Ah thank you Ser Oropho, and I'll keep that in mind. I'm sure so long as you or Maelon are around I shouldn't be in too much trouble."
"Maybe." She whispered it quickly, while making sure the elf wasn't looking as she placed a hand against Celeste's neckline to quick detach her necklace and hide it. After she did that, she'd follow behind keep it in her own pocket out of sight as she made her way. She didn't know what the old elf was thinking with this, but she would go along with it for now and try to wait for the opportunity to slip it to him to return to Celeste later.
"Mhaaaahn!" Fei moans, pulling herself back. Leaving a coat of saliva on the farmer's cock, as she greedily swallows. "Aaaahn." She moans, letting him see the inside of her mouth, and how she's gulped down the mess she cleaned from his shaft. With her arousal at an all time high, Fei crawls toward the bed. Getting on all fours, all the farmer had to do was pull aside the flap of he qipao to let him see her soaked underwear.
"I dunno... Antonin... Andrzej too, sometimes?" The peasant shrugs. "I dunno when they come and go. I can lead you to the island, but I ain't part of Macek's gang. They don't fill me in on specifics." She shakes her head. "We're from the same village. Around here, people from the same place help each other."
Zendak reaches out, feeling the ethereal chains launch from the Beyond, latching onto the two male ghosts. The halfling is sure he's restrained both so they won't be able to harm him. He doesn't feel any safer. "Please, release us!" "You know not what you do - what she will do to us if she- Oh no..." The ghostly voices echo through the tomb. "Oh no, please, Helsing... Tell our half man what 'she' will do... A voice sounds out. Ghostly. Feminine. Sexy. Scary. Zendak gathers his courage, slowly turning to see a figure atop one of the coffins. He realises he must have wasted his energy leashing the tame husband and father, letting the truly dangerous ghost dodge his spell. "Still feel in control, half man?" The voice of the old countess rings out, and as her ghostly laughter echoes through the tomb, Zendak watches her tongue begin to emerge from her mouth - and keep going.
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100+20=87 It doesn't take a lot of effort to keep to the shadows, as the annoyed merchant guides the now quite sickly redheaded noble out of the manse. Before too long, they leave the lord's grounds, and begin walking through the dark, moonlit streets of the city.
Poking her head up at the top of the stairs, Elaine sees the moonlight glinting on a dark patch of liquid - it doesn't take three guesses for her to identify it as blood. She sees the trail leading deeper into the cemetary.
Spoiler: Search Roll D100: 77 The owl hoots at him a few times, before becoming silent. Looking around the room, Eran finds various spellbooks, correspondences and feminine clothing. Under the bed he finds a few well used...pleasure aids, but nearby he finds more letters - these from 'Enya'. As he crawls out from under the bed, though, he jumps. The owl is gone, and in its place sits a red haired demon. "Hi there... My mistress has had a few guys in here before, but none without her. Who are you?" She purrs.
