Benacio looks uncertain, but nods. "Alright, just don't get yourself hurt." He gestures to Felina, who leads them inside the castle, Kuril tagging along. "Why not?" is all the explanation he offers. In the lady's study, Felina opens a chest, handing the weapon to Benacio with some black powder, and spherical lead balls. The weapon itself isn't impressive to look at, but Ophelia has heard stories of the power with which they can fire their ammunition, the balls going straight through armour. Benacio hold it in one hand, as Felina leads the trio down into the cellar. Behind a bookcase, the tunnel looms. Benacio looks at his sister. "Sure you want to do this, sis?" He looks uncharacteristically concerned. "I swear, if you die, I'll find some witch to bring you back so I can kill you myself."
Larisa takes the horn and gives a nod. This would still have a lot of risk involved. Approaching Miroslava, she was interested in being able to see her aunt's skills to some degree. Larisa didn't doubt she was more experienced with this kind of ritualistic magic. "Let's act quickly."
"I was hoping you'd pick that option. Okay, just continue to drink until I tell you to stop." Marguerite does the honour, extending a talon to cut Sarva's delicate wrist, which is offered in front of Angelo.
'Dies Irae, what crazy times we live in,' Angelo said and then closed his mouth on the cut on Sarva's wrist and drank her blood.
"Thank you." Allune smiles at the young woman as the books were given to her. Although she didn't find the exact monster, she figured they'd still have the same weakness. She'll also keep a close eye on their relationship to spirits, since they seem to despise each other.
After some hours reading, Allune finds that as she originally thought, fire is a weakness to most undead creatures, as is holy water. Mentions of spirits are few and far between, as most books in the library of Trakai are written from a Christian perspective, but she manages to find a tome from a few decades ago, before Lithuania's conversion, revealing that spirits and animals alike have an innate disgust for almost all kinds of undead creatures, often running or attacking upon seeing them. The young librarian coughs, pointing to the lack of light coming through the windows. "Sorry, I'm afraid we'll have to leave. The head librarian doesn't appreciate people in the library after hours." @Regin34 Msczcuj settles down for the evening. Eva asks him how everything went.
Miroslava nods, leaving the cave and heading towards the corpses of the knights. The Guardian presses himself up against Larisa before she leaves. "I'm not done with you yet, girl, not by far, so make sure you come back unharmed." He slaps her ass. The moment the blood touches his tongue, Angelo feels the wounds on his chest and thigh knitting together in a surprisingly ticklish sensation. A moment later, his senses are assault with an outburst of pleasure, every nerve in his body sending signals of pure bliss towards his brain. He unknowingly clamps down on her wrist, drinking the substance greedily, the world around him seeming to disappear, focused entirely on drinking. A voice in the back of his mind tells him not to let go, and to drain Sarva dry, as he hears the young succubus' voice quietly moaning before saying "T-That should, ooh, be enough." Marguerite puts a hand on his shoulder, not grabbing him, but preparing to pull him away if necessary.
"Ah!" Allune was surprised when the young woman coughed. The busty blond was deeply engrossed in research that she didn't realize it had gotten so late. "My bad, sorry about that. And thank you, I think I have enough to go on for our mission. I'll take my leave now, thank you again." Allune stood up, helping the young woman return the books to their shelves before heading back home... which she had no idea where it was located...
Angelo was lost in his state of pleasure for the duration, but when Sarva spoke and Marguerite touched his shoulder, he let go off Sarva's wrist and wiped his mouth. Nonetheless, he was extremely aroused, a large tent of his erection having formed in his borrowed trousers while he was drinking Sarva's blood. He grabbed both Marguerite and Sarva's waists, hugging them to himself, before he kissed the young succubus needily, the taste of her blood still on his tongue. He smirked at her, 'Thank you... I feel... much... much better.'
"It will cost me more than I expected for rejudge my new armor, but if it will be ready for tomorow morning I will pay without obection. Except priest, to us will join Allune and her two friends. Maybe they founded something usefull in the library about our enemy. "He said and and yawn. " Damit... It was realy long day. "
“Thank you for worrying about me, bro, but I'll be fine. So focus on not getting yourself killed, and on hitting the barrel of gunpowder – it's unlikely you'll get a second shot if you miss.” Ophelia replied, outwardly calm. Though on the inside she was just as worried as anyone else – this was quite different from any previous battle she had participated in, and with higher stakes, too. “Let us go – every second spent talking here benefits our enemies. After you, gentlemen.”
Outside in the courtyard, Allune sees that Mszczuj and his group have set up tents around a firepit, though a messenger arrives to inform her that her father has procured a room for her, as well. Eva kisses him. "It won't be the last." She looks up at Allune across the courtyard. "I wonder if she'll spend the night here, or take a room in the castle?"
Sarva kisses back, the drinking of her blood clearly having enflamed her, and her hand reaches down to touch his length in his breeches. Marguerite gives a laugh. "Much as it'd be fun to have a party, loverboy, we do have a castle to save."
Larisa jumps a little from the swat. Still more or less what she expected from the pig bastard and there wasn't any time to focus on that now. She really didn't care for the pig...but he was fun to do things with. It's just too bad about putting up with him in any interaction outside of that. Following her aunt, to the pile of dead bodies formed by the last fight, Larisa was aware that she was crossing some serious lines. She had went from never really trying to actively use her magic for harm, to invoking necromancy and now this. But all necessary. There was a reason the history of war books likes to gloss over their actions and only talk about the result of victories rather than how they were actually obtained. "I'm ready."
"Alright, fine." He grins, before heading into the passageway. It's dark, as Kuril advised it best not to bring a lit torch into an enclosed space with gunpowder, but the tunnel is tight enough that she can't get turned around, just heading straight ahead. She sees beams of light coming through the end of the tunnel, and Benacio ahead of her moves aside a bookcase, entering into an abandoned shack. Outside, Ophelia can hear screams from the village, but upon examination through the windows, no one stands between Benacio and the enemy cannons. The human engineers manning the cannons touch their torches to the top of the cannons, and they explode in a massive, earth shaking boom that makes Ophelia's ears ring, as the cannons jolt back, two stone balls flying to impact against the wall. Ophelia, inspecting the damage through the window, sees that the balls impacted the lower section of the wall, where the stone is strongest, and so haven't done serious damage. Already, though, the artillery men roll forwards the cannons, beginning to wash the barrels. Benacio raises his weapon, and lowers it. "Damn, it's too far to make a shot. I'll have to go outside. Sis, is there some way for you to booby trap the doors and windows with your magic, to slow them down when I run back to the tunnel?"
Miroslava nods. "So, if I've interpreted correctly, you want to raise these men and send them after our enemies? That shouldn't be hard. Here, take these, rub them together, and put them in the corpses' mouths. It'll ease the strain of controlling multiple dead men." Miroslava hands Larisa a bundle of herbs.
Angelo groaned, as Sarva touched his cock and returned his kiss. He turned to Marguerite, his mind clearly fogged with lust and not thinking clearly, 'That can wait, I want you both right now.' The young man squeezed the elder succubus' ass.
@Regin34 Though she wanted to join her companions, she felt that she's better off using her time getting to know her father. So, she tells the messenger to wait for a moment, as Allune then heads for Mszczuj's camp. "Ah, hello, sorry to bother your... intimate time. But, I won't be joining your camp. My father and I... have a lot to discuss. So, I'll be heading to the castle. I'll share what I learned about our enemies tomorrow." She bowed, and explained herself. Before leaving and following the messenger tonher room.
"Well...I was thinking that they'd still have blood in them that can be ritualized and sacrificed for a more powerful illusion, but that works too. Probably more stable too...maybe." Larisa would be lying if she said she was really sure about any of this, but she followed the instructions, approaching the bodies one by one to make use of the herbs. Larisa's natural curiosity took over at pondering at the herbs and their physical properties that would influence dead organisms. She was probably standing closer to them than she should have, but she could see the use of it. "I doubt a bunch of dead men will be that fast, but they should be to swarm. We don't need them to take on the whole force. Only bump off the key targets."
Marguerite lets out a soft moan. "Angelo, we ca-, oh, fuck. Sometimes being a succubus is so annoying." Sarva giggles, kissing Angelo, before she gets to her knees, fingers tugging down his already damaged breeches. Her unnaturally long tongue wraps around his cock, licking almost every inch of it, as Marguerite begins to pull the robe above her head once more. The Guardian grins, shaking his head, pointing her to a natural pool where she can wash away the blood on her, heading outside, and Marguerite washes, returning to Angelo and kissing him, as Sarva licks his length.
