As her stomach growls, reminding her of how long she's gone without proper food, she wolves down the meal, while thinking about the woman's reaction. She had expected people to be wary of her eventually, but it was for different reasons than she assume. She had seen the Guardian fight. Naturally, farmers who never picked up a weapon in their life would bend over backwards to keep him happy and by extension Larisa...which struck her as odd. Did they think she had some kind of leverage or influence over the pig beast? It felt like her importance was being overestimated...but then, apparently he had arranged for her to have something to eat...apparently she stood out somehow. Whatever the case, she finishes her meal and gets up, stretching her limbs as her muscles tingle from just waking up. While planning on heading out to start working out her illusion skills soon, she chooses to loiter about the cave for a bit, giving her brain some time to wake up, then after she had, heading out of the cave to start the first day of serious training into becoming the witch she could be.
As Allune puts on the armour, she can't shake the feeling that what she's doing is right, or natural, like it belongs on her frame. It fits perfectly, the plate staying fast over the blonde's curvy frame without pinching or squeezing, protecting her chest, back, shoulders and legs, making her feel oddly secure. For a moment, Allune sees herself in the armour, atop a black horse, before her vision jumps back to the present. Mzczuj notes that the blonde looks a little more relaxed than she did before putting it on.
@Regin34 "Huh... it's... a perfect fit?" Allune asked to no one in particular as she finished putting on the armor. She then gasped as she saw herself riding a black steed, before blinky rapidly as she was back in the present. "Uhm... I don't feel anything weird. It actually feels kind of comfortable." She cooed. "Though... I think that's weird in it's own way too."
The beast is nowhere to be seen, but the spellbook Larisa picked up is where she left it before she went to bed. Giving it a cursory read, Larisa finds elegantly scrawled handwritten notes across the blank pages, which point out that it's most efficient to master spells one at a time; trying to learn multiple spells at once generally lead to mistakes being made and progress being overall slower. Another note, from the same author, writes that it's generally a bad idea to tinker with spells above one's ability, lest they end up the victim of their own illusions or creations. Reading through the original text, Larisa identifies two spells that seem to fit comfortably within her own abilities: One seems to be an improved version of her own shadow spell, creating a powerful and more stable shadow creature that can survive in the light for a longer period of time. The second spell renders the user practically invisible, by creating an illusion around them. The spell doesn't make a person literally invisible, but tricks the eyes of any who see them, making it look like they're not there. The spell is visual in nature, so touching someone, or speaking above a whisper, will make their mind aware of the paradox, and render the spell user visible, but if they do not touch or speak to others, they may remain unseen for an extended period.
Mszczuj look at at her puzzle. "So that armour was made for you? In some random villiage, in the forest someone left here for you perfect armor? That is weird... I think you should take them off and we take that with us. We will show it to skilled black smith, maybe he will tell us something about metal what was made. "He said thinking if that armor is So perfect it must be made by real master of crafting. And they are rare, so it should't be hard to find out which one is creator.
Larisa was happy with her findings. Both would be incredibly useful. A spell to keep her out of focus from the battle and even outside of it, the utility of being invisible couldn’t be underestimated. On top of that, making her...something close to a companion. Whatever the case, her summon being stronger would be incredibly helpful with it’s need to deal with better equip foes. The enhancement process did make her stop to ponder while thumbing through the pages. Mixing in various means meant improving her method of summoning it..but what was it improving? Was it a part of herself which is why it could be made stronger by better use of her own powers? Or a separate entity? Could it actually think? She had given it clear simple directions whenever used, that didn’t take much brainpower to follow. It could just be responding to will like how Olga’s summoning seemed to work... She knew what she wanted to do. Satisfy her curiosity. Naturally, she was aware untested spells were best left with some caution which is why she made her way to ons of the torches in the cave. It would provide light which being tougher towards it, it still wouldn’t likely want to get to close. Using the light source as a barrier in between herself and where she took aim to call it out, she had to ask. “Can you actually understand me?”
Allune felt disappointed that she had to remove the armor, but she shakes off that feeling as she takes it off. "Yeah... weird." She said as she strips down to her tight gambeson, before putting on her brigandine again.
Ophelia greedily swallowed Felina's sweet juices, her tongue going as deep inside as it could reach in search of more and her fingers continuing to thrust in and out of the maid's butt. Once she had swallowed everything Ophelia pulled away and got up, licking her lips as she looked down at the butt of the freshly-climaxed maid, an idea occurring to her. She gave Felina a few more moments to come down from her peak and catch her breath, then moved closer and bent over her, the hand that had been teasing Felina's clit going to play with one of the maid's tits. “Mmm, so sweet... I love drinking your juices, my dear...” She commented as she brought the fingers that had been in Felina's ass to the girl's lips. “I'm curious about something. Back home some ladies have these nice toys they use to pleasure themselves when alone, or to pleasure their female guests when there are no suitable men available. I'm curious, are there any such toys around here?” She asked as she kissed Felina's neck while her fingers started teasing the maid's nipple.
Angelo returned the kiss and enjoyed her hand stroking him, 'You would make me yours if I was your brother, huh?' He then chuckled, 'That'd be difficult, I'm an orphan, no parents, no siblings... well, I don't know, I was left at the steps of the cloister. It's possible my family is still around somewhere.'
Lukas sheathes his sword, looking at Allune and Mszczuj. "So, do we just go back inside like nothing happened, or do you want to do something else?"
There's no response, and for a moment Larisa believes that nothing has happened, until she hears a light growling. A shadow looks back at her, in the shape of a large wolf, its tail spreading to become a blanket of darkness across the back wall. It looks at her, eyes hungry and bestial, but also beaming with intelligence. It inclines its head slightly, in answer to her question.
There's no response, and for a moment Larisa believes that nothing has happened, until she hears a light growling. A shadow looks back at her, in the shape of a large wolf, its tail spreading to become a blanket of darkness across the back wall. It looks at her, eyes hungry and bestial, but also beaming with intelligence. It inclines its head slightly, in answer to her question.
"It's cold out here, let's go back inside the inn. We can think about what to do with the armor tomorrow." Allune said as she holds onto her black armor set.
Angelo groaned, and his hand started to rub Marguerite's breasts, 'Hmm~, no, I have not. Having a wife and children isn't exactly what's on your mind in a cloister.'
Mszczuj look at burned part of forest. "You will go inside, I will take now watch. And no more drinking." He said and wraped himself in cloak, looking in the darkness.
Leaving the maid to catch her breath Ophelia made her way to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, checking its contents.
Lukas nods. "That sounds good to me." Inside, the fire warms Allune, flames causing the light to glisten appealingly across the metal of the black armour. The men begin to settle down, though the formerly pleasant custodian scowls at the group who, to her own understanding, burnt down a part of the forest for no reason. Lukas looks up at Allune questioningly. "Hey, I'm a little chilled from the air outside, so I'm going to see if any of the barmaids are willing to share my bed, and then call it for the night. I just wanted to check in first. Are you all right?" Eva kisses Mszczuj, before heading back inside, her dress not equipped to handle the cold. As Mszczuj stares out into the dark forest, the embers begin to burn down, leaving the Pole shivering. Behind him, the men at the door of the tavern wave, to let him know that he's in their sight and that they're ready to assist if he needs anything, but nothing happens. Beyond the occasional bird call, the forest is silent. Cold seeping through even the thick wool of his cloak, Mszczuj is ready to call it a night, before he hears a female voice through the trees. "Tell me, warrior, why do you fight?"
"You're not in the cloister anymore, though." She kisses him, pressing forwards her chest to invite further groping as her talented hand squeezes his length, her free hand reaching down to caress his swollen ball sack.
