"It's a just cause, yes, but I want to make sure that you understand the dangers. Your body is at risk, obviously, but there are great temptations out there. Be careful that you do not fall to sin. Inquisitors..." He pauses, not wanting to insult the inquisition, "they're not like us monks. Their lives are devoted to violence. It changes a person, and this inquisitor, well, from what I've heard, she's very much of that mold."
Mszczuj lead them to place where he left horse last time. After hour of riding the come to place. "Okey, let pray for protection of Saint Gwalbert, to protect us from loud noises and let us sneak on Krzyżaki. Amen" He said and make cross sigh. Mszczuj leave his horse here and order his men do the same. Next they go sneaking to Teutonian camp.
Angelo nodded, 'I am aware, brother, though the feeling of terror and fear are yet foreign to me. But I feel like I have to face such challenges and overcome them by will and faith to grow in the Lord's service.' He scratched his head, 'I had heard that a number of the Inquisitors could be ... eccentric, yet we all serve his Holiness. Would you rather I seek the pilgrimage to Rome or maybe even the Holy Land to quench my appetite to see the world?'
His men make the sign of the cross. As Mszczuj moves through the underbrush, he once again sees the light of the campfire. Different sentries have been posted, at three different edges of the camp. The main force is resting in the camp, as the sun goes down and the moon comes out.
"I would see you do as you feel you must. I can't make the choice for you, brother. Simply be warned, things are different beyond the walls of the monastery. The inquisitor's men are in the garden. If you wish it, I'll give you leave to go to them and sign up."
Mszczuj wisperd to his men. "One of you, take sentry on the left, other on the right. I will take care of last one. " He wisperd to them and take his recurve bow ready, and move slowly to position, where he will be able to shoot down watcher.
@moonblack Benacio and Ophelia sit ahorse in the fields of their father's estate, the old man's keep visible on the horizon. A messenger arrives, galloping up to them on a horse. "M'lord, M'lady. Your father requests your presence in his hall." Both siblings note the oddity of the messenger's use of the word requests there. Their father wasn't traditionally in the habit of requesting things of his children, especially the younger ones. He usually made demands, not requests.
'I hear your warning, brother, thank you, but I feel like it is something I have to do. I have to talk to them at the very least. Who knows, maybe they are so unpleasnt I rather stay, after all?' The young man chuckled.
They nod, moving out. From his position, he sees the first sentry die, alerting the second, who has his throat cut before he can call the alarm. The last sentry stands still, unaware, lifting his mail to piss against a tree.
The librarian laughs softly. "Perhaps. If not, then God save you, brother." He hands Angelo an ivory cross, a type of hall pass allowing monks to be in the halls during work hours. "If the circators ask why you're not working, show them this."
Mszczuj realy wanted to shoot this guy in the dick, only to check if he is able to target something such small. But too bad, the wound wouldn't be deathly, so better put arrow in head. So he didn't think twice and relase arrow in the head of Krzyżak.
Angelo took the cross and nodded, 'I hope I have time to say goodbye properly should I leave, but if not... thank you for everyhing, brother. God's light be with you.' The young monk made his way to the gardens, keeping his eyes out for the Inquisitor's men. Once he spotted them, he approached the waiting group.
"Aye! A wee bit a' both, really." Rhaelicca says before taking a swig of her ale. "Me name's Rhaelicca. Sit. Its bin awhile since I've spoken with someone with my native tongue." She motions at a seat across from her.
@Auraicide Larisa sits in a massive library, the home for all the books her father has amassed over a lifetime of scholarship. Her young siblings, Ilya and Olga sit next to her as she goes through their lesson, before their father, a bald old man, walks into the room. "Larissa, may I speak to you in prvate for a moment?"
The arrow goes through the back of the Teuton's head, and into his eye, killing him instantly, as he falls over, dead.
The siblings looked at each other, their eyebrows rising in surprise at the 'request'. This was certainly unusual. “Well then, let us not keep our father the lord waiting.” Benacio spoke as he turned his attention back to the messenger. He was quite curious about this 'request'. “Indeed. Time to go back to the keep.” Ophelia agreed, even more curious about their father's 'request'. The pair rode back to the keep, behind the messenger.
Walking into the beautiful gardens, where the monks have planted flowers of bright and varied colours, Angelo sees them almost immediately. Two men, one obese, the other skinny, in chain mail and bascinet helms, wearing red surcoats over their armour, as they drink ale. As the monk approaches, they've started to hold a burping contest, competing over who can belch loudest.
Mszczuj wave to his men, to go back and get to sir Bolesław, to call him that watchers are all death and can begins attack. He slowly move back from Teuton's camp.
They're escorted into the hall, and then into their father's personal study. The messenger bows. "My lord, you-", he's cut off as their father looks up. "Yes, yes. Very good. Out." The messenger beats a hasty retreat. The siblings see their father look at them appraisingly. After a moment, he speaks. "I'm kicking you out."
