Mszczuj rub his mustache and Mszczuj look at Allune and nod to her. "Good, finaly you come to us." He wake his hand and give order to ride in direction of castle where was seen last time black knights.
Allune scratches the back of her head, "Yeah, sorry. I had trouble getting to sleep last night." She chuckled, as she spurs her horse to follow the group.
“Perhaps we should. It won't be tonight, I am afraid, I'll likely be too tired, as I plan to spend the day studying magic.” And besides, I have plans for tonight... Ophelia kept the thought to herself. “But yes, we could have dinner together, one of the next few days. When I get the chance I'll speak to my brother and ask him if he would like to join us.” She agreed with the monk's idea.
'Alright, I'm looking forward to it and I hope you find the information you are looking for,' Angelo nodded, 'Have a pleasant day, milady.' Angelo left the study with Marguerite, 'So... what now? Can you help cure this Imp sting problem, or should we leave him to get over it "naturally"? Maybe we should check on Sarva too, I was to exhausted after the battle to look for her.'
The lack of word for word communication hindered things a bit. Larisa had to assume it was potentially capable of speech if it could follow her words. Possibly if she could adapt it to another form that had the vocal cords for it, then it would be able to speak, at least to some degree. She had little idea where to begin about actually adapting forms for it. Most likely there was a way to do it with the use of her illusion skills, but she had only just got to this stage now. That would take a lot of expertise, that she wasn't ready for. For the time being, she'd just have to work something out. At the very least, she could think of a simple solution that didn't even require any magic on her part. Simply dragging her finger along the dirt, Larisa made a single line in the dirt, then right next to it, made two. It went on like that until she made four, scratching out a line across the middle to indicate a tally of five, and she continued listing out numbers in that approach until there was enough to total out to ten. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad?" She gestured to the figures again, with curiosity. "A problem to us, specifically? Or someone else?" Finding a bare patch in the dirt, just ever so slightly in the light so it would be visible for her to read, she made another list of words, trying to think of all the main points that her...friend might be trying to get across. Train and Build Leave Befriend Kill? "I feel like it's the right idea to start preparing for serious trouble. Problems with that? Any thoughts on what we should be doing?"
Mszczuj and Allune find themselves in an uneventful journey across the Polish border, travelling without incident to Wilno Castle. Riding into the deserted courtyard, their voices echoing as they shout out, trying to determine if anyone is there, they discover that Wilno is in a state of civil conflict, the castle's new castellan at odds with the son of the old one, the occupants staying in their rooms, afraid that the dispute will turn to violence. Eventually, however, they're told the name of the castle they seek: Tarsovie, a few miles southwards. Leaving Wilno, the party follows the directions they were given, at at the end of a long day of marching, they come to the top of a hill and see Tarsovie Castle standing proud on the horizon, the village at its foot burned and ruined, in a state of repair.
After the meeting ends, Ophelia finds her brother waiting for her, apologizing profusely for the "incident" earlier. For the next few weeks, the symptoms of his ailment begin to disappear, and he gets back to his old self. As Ophelia wanders the castle, she sees a group of horsemen on the horizon, carrying a red and white flag. Marguerite shakes her head. "No. It's best to just let him wait it out." She agrees with him about Sarva, and the two head out to go to the Guardian's cave to find her. As they pass head into the courtyard, however, they see the young succubus in her human form, wandering the castle in a maid's dress. She embraces Angelo tightly when she sees him, explaining that Lady Miroslava has her working in the castle as compensation for betraying her confidence. Over a period of a few weeks, spent largely with Marguerite and Sarva, Angelo begins to develop his own skills with the mace. After practice in the courtyard, one day, Angelo looks out, seeing a group of horsemen atop the hill the Inquisitors rode down during the battle, carrying a red and white flag.
Mszczuj massage his back, after long ride in sadle everything is pain him and he dreaming about hot bath and nice bed. As they ride to the castle, he call Cezar to himself. "Ride forward and tell castle owner who we are and ask for permision to enter. After last battle I wouldn't be suprise if they first shoot to strangers, not mention about our big group." He comand and look at his men. "If we are luckly, today we will sleep under roof."
The shadow wolf doesn't mark a number, but keeps its head around the lower side of the scale of one to ten. It walks to the words, observing them, before casually raising its shoulders in a shrugging motion. Looking at its master, the wolf then begins to dissipate, the magic holding it together used up. Larisa realises that to keep the wolf corporeal for a meaningful amount of time, she'll have to practice more. She loses track of time over the next few weeks, practicing almost constantly in between long marathons of sex with her host. Over time, she begins to develop her mastery of the improved shadow spell, summoning the wolf for longer and longer periods of time. Apart from sex and practicing her own magic, Larisa also finds her siblings visiting. At first, the sight of their obviously recently fucked sister put them ill at ease, but soon they begin to calm, and Larisa is able to assist Olga, guiding the younger woman to have a better command over her magic, though she's still a complete neophyte in comparison. One afternoon, as Larisa sets a new record of five unbroken minutes with the shadow wolf, she sees him going back to the letters she drew during the first day, a little more comfortable and obedient with her. It scratches out the option of Kill? It points to Train and Build and Befriend with its nose.
@moonblack @unisol_gr44 Ophelia and Angelo see a single rider, a portly man in his early twenties, approach the castle slowly, signalling that he means no harm. He bows his head as he rides beneath the gates, looking upwards to the battlements. "Good afternoon. Our party has been appointed by Wladyslaw II Jagiello, King of Poland and Grand Duke of Lithuania, as well as Duke Siemowit of Masovia, to gain information on the recent attacks by men in black armour on settlements in the region. We request to enter the castle, so that we may discuss the recent attack that is said to have occurred here." He speaks in a nobleman's accent, though a very rough one. Jaroslaw, the guard captain, looks to Ophelia. "My lady, Lady Miroslava is currently not in the castle. She has decreed you to be in charge in the interim, so it's up to you whether we let them in."
Angelo spotted the party of riders approaching the castle. They flew a red and white banner, so they weren't the Teutons Marguerite had sent word to. He went back into the castle to inform Marguerite.
"Haaah." Allune let out a relieved sigh as they finally arrived at their destination. Being a normal village girl before all this, she was far from prepared on enduring days of riding her steed. "Phew, looks like we're here. And... despite the ruined village. At least it's getting repaired now." She said with a smile. Thouh she was excited to sleep under a roof again, that thought also scared her. As she'd be alone, probably with her black armor... and her strange dreams. Yet, a part of her was also excited for it...
Marguerite approaches the wall, looking out at the newcomers silently for a moment. She turns to the inquisitors. "Hands on weapons, just in case."
"Let them in." Ophelia decided after a moment of consideration. "Let's hear what they know about the knights in black..."
@unisol_gr44 "Yes, ma'am." Jaroslaw gives the order, and the portcullis is raised. @Regin34 @asddas193 Cezar rides back to the group, nodding. "They're letting us inside." The portcullis opens, allowing the group to ride inside.
Mszczuj give order to follow him inside, and keept everything calm down. Dobron holding their banner, so it is official visit.
Allune follows the group inside the castle, though she keeps a tight grip on her bow. Just in case it was a trap...
Inside, the group sees a a regular castle courtyard. A group of soldiers and inquisitors wait for them inside, looking cautious, but not aggressive. There's an exceedingly handsome young monk, next to a stunning raven haired inquisitor that Mszczuj and Allune take to be the leader of the churchmen, from her demeanor. On the battlements is the person Cezar points out as the lady of the castle, a breathtakingly beautiful brunette noblewoman. Allune notes that the woman is one of the few women she's met who can match her in breast size, her sizable bust prominent through the fabric of her dress. @moonblack Ophelia and Angelo watch as the party ride their horses inside the castle. At the head of the column is a dark haired young man with a prominent moustasche that frames his face, an athletic build obvious beneath his plate armour. Beside him is a gorgeous blonde in a brigandine, with a tight gambeson underneath that accentuates her exceedingly curvy frame and massive breasts. Close to the young woman ride two companions, male and female, one a blonde knight with boyish good looks and a self-confident swagger that reminds Ophelia and Angelo of Benacio, and the other a slim rehead with a cute demeanor and athletic body. The rest of the group are clearly seasoned warriors, scarred and worn from countless skirmishes and battles.
Mszczuj jump of his horse and leave leashe to Andrzej, rise his arms and yawn. "Stay here, I will go to talk. Allune, come with me you seen most of us about there knights." He said and walk showing his empty hands to raven hair Inquisitors, but his sword was hanging on belt and he showing that he know how to use them. "God bless you inquisition comander." He nod his head to her with respect. The young monk doesn't intrested him, Mszczuj seen many like him in his life. "I didn't excepted find here inquisition, but it is realy nice suprise. As my men said, were send by Duke Siemowit and king Jagiełło to result problem with black knights. I hope as christians we have the same purpuse here and we can share information."
From her spot up on the battlements Ophelia examined the new arrivals, her gaze lingering for a bit on the blonde – it wasn't every day she met a girl that was as busty as her. Once they were all inside and it was obvious they were not hostile she decided to go down and meet them. By the time Ophelia made her way down the mustached knight and the busty blonde were already talking to Marguerite. She decided to let the inquisitor respond before interrupting them.
