I hope this works, or we're dead. Varrin couldn't help but worry, even though he knew they had no other option. Still, he followed behind Ard without hesitation as the group headed toward the king's entourage.
(So did I ) The elf moans as the things are removed, and Lutz begins to touch her. "Ah...Oh..." Sophia strips, revealing her curvy body, and puts on a ribbed strap on.
"Well, I hope if we managed to succeed this rescue, king would be enough graditue to let's us go home. These slaves didn't fill me with hope." Trista said as they waited for king.
Lutz skillfully plays with the woman, pushing her to the edge, but not allowed to pass it. Sophia walks behind the elf, the strap-on touching the non-human's labia. Lutz continued his ministrations, keeping the woman on the edge for long time. "Swear to lady, and you shall belong." Lutz finally whispered into her ear. "Swear to be her sex slave, her toy, her weapon, her servant..." Lutz twisted her nipples. "Swear to obey her, to please her, dedicate your being to her..."
'There they are, we are just in time,' Ard said, after traversing the steep incline on foot, guiding his horse by the reigns. Then, he looked to Varrin, 'Your sister seems to have the king's ear, climb on.' He mounted his horse and extended his hand to the young man, hoisting him up to the saddle. Giving the horse the spurs, he galloped towards the procession with Varrin.
As they head onto the road, a number of heavily armed guards spur their horses to meet them. "Clear the road!" Seeing that the group is almost entirely human, the guards give a look of alarm, hands going to weapons. "State your business, outlanders!"
Trista didn't know what fight will waiting for them, but she thought it will be long fight, so she drink Swallow and Wolf, usefull combination of elisirs, with lower toxins and will heal her wounds and let's her strike harder. She left talking to elf.
»Sheathe your swords, we are not your enemy. I need to warn king Auberon, there's an ambush waiting for you at Erzabar's point,« Ard spoke to them in their language, »I need to see the king. I have the king's mistress' brother and sister with me as well.«
Mirellia keeps silent, but remains vigilant in case there were hidden enemies. She lets Ard speak for the group, as she's unsure how diplomacy goes in the elven world.
@moonblack The humans in the group don't need to speak Ard's language to know that the guards are effectively about to arrest Ard, until he mentions Varrin and Isabella. The strangeness of the situation is enough to get them to go ask the king. After a few moments, they're escorted over to the litter. There, they see a white haired elf, clearly the king. "Explain. Now." He grumbles, though he gives Mirellia a lustful look. Sitting on the king's lap is a dark haired beauty in scant clothing. "V-Varrin? Issie?" Madeline smiles brightly.
Ard got off his horse and kneeled before the king. He hoped he'd recognise the armour and sword, »My king, I bring grave news. Eredin and his lieutenants have plotted against you. I have seen them execute loyal members of the Ruadhri. Caranthir confessed as much to the conspiracy before he perished. They are waiting in ambush at Erzabar's point. Planning to blame the murder on your mistress.« Ard looked to the raven-haired woman, he ceratinly could not blame the king for falling for her, but it still seemed strange to him that she managed to "cure" the king of his hatred for humans.
She let out a relieved sigh as they managed to meet the king without much trouble. But the moment she noticed his lustful gaze toward her, Mirellia wondered if the king's subjects truly knew him at all. Since she failed to see any sort of "hatred" for humans.
"You're a member of the Ruadhri yourself, I believe? Yes, I remember you, I knew your grandfather." The king questions. "Why choose me over Eredin?" @moonblack @Regin34 In the common tongue understable to the humans, he asks Trista and Mirellia "And you? Why are you here?"
»You created the Dearg Ruadhri, my liege. Ultimately, our loyalties should lie with you,« Ard said, »My grandfather fought at your side to subjugate the unicorns and eradicate the d'hoine, I will not betray his memory.«
"I am Mirellia Feldonna. A noblewoman in the country of Redania." She introduced herself with her usual tone, "Unfortunately, we are here due to an accident. Which caused an artifact to send us to another world." She then gave a brief explanation of the fighting they did in the barren world, before they arrived in this one.
“It's good to see you, Maddie.” Varrin smiled at his sister, happy to see that she was well. “My name is Varrin and this is my eldest sister Isabella. You are already familiar with my other sister.” He nodded toward Madeline. “It is an honor to meet you, your highness.” He added and bowed to the king. I should have asked Ard about the customs of his people and how to address their king... too late for that now. Hopefully things here are not that different from our world. He mentally smacked himself. Listening to Mirellia talk he nodded in confirmation that she was telling the truth about the battle with Caranthir and what happened after that. "As for the reason why the two of us are here...” he looked briefly at Isabella before looking back at Madeline and the king “we couldn't just abandon our sister after she was kidnapped. Though trying to find her proved to be quite the adventure, I admit...”
"That will sound stupid, but I'm here only by split of ewents after bad luck in finding job for killing monsters. So I will be happy to come back to my world in one piece." Trista said expected ambush in any moment or the King will not believe them.
The king looks over the mismatched band silently for a few moments. There's a dismissive element to his expression, and the humans get the impression that his hatred of their kind hasn't gone away, even if dimmed by his lust. "Fine." He says finally. "Your story seems too strange to be made up, at least in its entirety. You may travel with us, and keep your weapons. Ard of the Ruadhri, I make you my bodyguard, temporarily. Mirellia and Trista, join me in the coming battle, and I will see you safely to your homeworld. Varrin and Isabella, you shall protect my mistress during the battle. She could very well be a target." He speaks imperiously.
