Though he was basically kicked out, Anton was still confident that there was definitely going to be a next time. Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, the old man figured that the maids were probably back at work, or have left for home. So he'll visit them tomorrow. For tonight, he goes back to the Singing Maiden to get his refund back, and retire for the night.
Mylea coos as Victoria laps at the dew between her folds, reaching out to grasp the lord's manhood, gently stoking it back and forth. "Indeed... All this excitement has gotten me hungry. I need something to eat." She smirks, before letting her tongue lash out, glancing along his crown, before dipping down underneath his foreskin.
“Alright...” Sara nods and both women stand in the circle. As Arthuria touches the rune for the fifth floor there's another flash of light, and suddenly they are in another room... The room on the fifth floor is circular and mostly empty – but what is there is quite interesting. On the south part of the wall – or what would be south if they were still in Marika – is a window, metal bars preventing anyone from going in or out. Some light comes through the window, but the main source of light are some glowing gems on the ceiling above. Opposite the window, about a meter before the north part of the circular wall, is a stone dais and on it is some sort of stone arch. Coming out of the floor near the west part of the tower wall is a large stone cock. On the wall behind it a painting can be seen, of a naked woman riding the stone cock. Opposite that, in front of the east part of the wall, is a stone sword stuck in the floor. On the wall behind it is a painting of two people fighting using swords. Examining the room carefully the two women find only two other things of note. The first one is a series of runes leading from the stone dick to the arch, the other is an identical series of runes leading from the sword to the arch. Of course, the circle that seems to be the only way to reach the upper floors is still there too. “Sooo... what do we do now? Could that be some sort of portal? If it is, how do we activate it? Or should we leave it alone and try the other floors instead?” Sara asks as she looks at the arch. Arthuria notices her blushing and trying not to look at the stone cock.
The Blonde Knight cant supress a small chuckles. "I think in Order to activate this Strange Arch...we have to do as The paintings suggest" she says, rubbing her neck.
The best part about lookin' all rich with this fancy dress is bein' able to waste a pickpocket's time. Never gets old. Lydia laughs as the man abandons his efforts. ---------- Lydia smiles, still amused from the walk's events. "Aye, captain. Anythin' you want 'em to focus on, love? Like shootin' quickly or tryin' for distance?" Since she didn't see much of value here yesterday, Lydia allows herself to devote her attention to examining Garlan and the other guards during the short walk to the training grounds.
Ida narrowed her eyes as she observed the confrontation. The... conflict, it was not hers. She would see how the situation developed, and then leave. She found what she was searching for - this, was enough.
The potion shop is rather small and full of various things: potions, vials, herbs, salves, wooden figurines... A blonde woman is standing behind the counter. “Welcome! How may I help you, sir?” She greets him as soon as he enters. “If you are looking for cheap potions or herbs you have come to the right place! Same if you are looking for something to buy as a souvenir.” She points at some wooden figurines that don't really fit with the rest of the shop's items. “And if you are looking for a carpenter... well my husband already went out, so it would be better for you to come back in the evening.” She finishes with a polite smile. Avella is not disturbed on the way back to the inn. Spoiler: Avella's Rest 1d100 = 79 Again Avella has a nice, restful sleep, and wakes up feeling refreshed, ready to face the new day and the challenges it may bring. The inn is practically empty at this time of night, only a single waitress standing behind the counter in case a guest arrives later. Patricia is nowhere to be seen, likely already asleep, so he will have to receive his refund the next day. Spoiler: Anton's Rest 1d100 = 61 Anton is not disturbed during the night and has a nice, restful sleep. He wakes up feeling refreshed, ready to face the new day and the challenges – especially the women - it may bring. As she gets to work Edward lets out a moan of approval and reaches with one hand to fondle her large breasts. Meanwhile Victoria continues eating her out and teasing her clit. Her other hand goes to Mylea's back door and lightly presses against it. “Alright...” Sara's blush intensifies as she looks at the paintings. “What do you want me to do?” It seems she has left the decision to Arthuria. “For starters I want all of them able to reliably hit a stationary target. Then a moving target, then hitting a target while they are moving. After that you can worry about speed or distance.” Garlan leads her out to the training field and to a group of twelve recruits – six men and six women. “Attention!” With a single word he forces every single one of them to listen to him. “This is Felicity Underhill. She will be teaching you how to correctly use a bow, so that you can actually hit your intended target and not shoot yourselves in the foot. So make sure you pay attention during the lessons!” He then turns to look at 'Felicity'. “They are all yours. Good luck!” And with that he turns around and heads back inside the barracks. Now alone with the recruits 'Felicity' has a chance to examine them. Spoiler: Recruits Examination 1d100 = 75 Deception: +20 Total: 95 At first glance most of them seem to be nothing special, just regular people of various races. Only two stand out a bit. The first is a busty elf who seems more interested in teasing the other recruits and flirting with them. She also seems the most experienced of the bunch – perhaps she's not taking the training seriously because she thinks she's already good enough. The other is a young man standing alone in the back, behind everyone else. He seems more interested in checking out the butts of the female recruits than in learning about archery. He does a good job of hiding it, but Lydia is not so easily deceived. All twelve at least pretend to be paying attention to her, waiting for the training to start. Spoiler: Observation 1d100 = 95 Ida spends some time observing from a safe distance and soon realizes that her initial assessment might not be entirely accurate. Rather than a confrontation this appears to be a mutual understanding – each side observes the other, but neither makes a move. As she watches Ida sees two more cultists arrive. They chat a bit with the five that are there, then switch places with two of them. The two relieved from duty head deeper in the ruins and soon vanish from sight. The whole thing seems well rehearsed, as if they have done it many times before. The undead do not react, as if this sort of thing is normal. As she continues to observe Ida notices something odd. While the undead elves seem ancient, their equipment is not. The necromancer is no expert, but as far as she can tell all of the undead's weapons and armor seem to be relatively new, no more than a few years old... “What shall we do now? Do we go around, to see how big the ruins are, and possibly try to learn more about them? Or do we head back and report?” Eike, standing next to Ida, whispers, not wanting to risk attracting the attention of the ruins' inhabitants.
Well rested after a night's sleep, Anton does some stretches to keep his limps limber, an act no ordinary old man could do. "Mmmh, now then." He grins, thinking up his plan, For the morning, I'll be with Patricia. The afternoon will be spent teaching students. Then I suppose I'll drop by Lusserina's place in the evening. He chuckles to himself, not even a week in the village, yet he was already busy. For now, he goes down to have breakfast, then inquires the blond tavern owner about his refund. Along with another attrmpt to get another coin back for his stay.
To his disappointment Patricia just hands him the single Gil her earned back and tells him to come back in the evening if he wants another discount. Then she walks away, seemingly busy. It's hard to tell if she's really busy, or just doesn't want to deal with him first thing in the morning, Either way he now has some free time on his hands.
Anton sighed, thinking on the bright side that she just doesn't want to spend the day yearning for his touch. With some free time on his hands, the old man decides to check on the Golden Brooch's barmaids, thinking that they won't be too busy with work. He aims to get them to uphold their end of the bargain, not that he'd mind if they didn't after all, he's already gotten an elf milf from their deal.
"Well hello there, " Ganith stopped short of adding beautiful to the end of it. Married women were often harder to seduce simply due to the added risk of bring caught...unless they were into that, of course. The half-dragon gave the woman a polite bow. Nothing extravagant. Just a tilt and a lean forward in greeting. Then he continued "I heard a rumor that a potion shop was in need of assistance. Now, I know little of making potions, but I don't mind offering up my assistance if you are in need of such."
Lydia hides the fear of being surrounded by hostile guards behind her usual mask of glibness. "Right then! First things first, I gotta know what I'm workin' with, so each of you lot are gonna be shootin' an end of five arrows at a medium distance while I have a look at your form. You're gonna be goin' one at a time, so do any of you wanna volunteer to go first, or should I go tell the Captain that none of you actually wanna be guards?" She closely watches the group, waiting for a few seconds if no one steps up immediately.
Avella pray to the rising sun, giving glory to Everlight, as she wake up before sun rise. After breakfast, she paid to inn keeper for next two days in her room and then she leave Singing Maiden and heading to barracks to check on capitan, if he has any ideas for the walking trees.
Ida frowned as she looked at the opposing camps... From one side, she has fulfilled her mission and could get back... from the other, she owed no loyalty to Victoria. Especially since the woman seemed to try to manipulate her. What she saw, were two camps - non active ones. Necromancer from one side (at least that was what she reasoned) and... possibly demonologists (dark god cultists or whatever they were) from other. Either way, both camps looked fairly recent. She would observe the cultists... but necromancer? Or would it be lich? She was tempted to say hello - the scholars of death were usually about etiquette. She bit her lip... Decisions, decisions... For now, she decided to get a closer look at the necromaner's camp, before making decision. Hopefully, she could decide once she had more information.
Mylea bites her lip and lets out a sigh of pleasure, feeling Victoria's touch, but doesn't lose focus, taking Edward's manhood into her mouth. She's gentle, for now, sucking lightly on the tip of his cock, as her tongue presses along all the places she knows can drive a man crazy, before she moves her head forward, and the lord starts to feel what a nymphomaniac priestess' throat is like.
One of the maids he spoke to yesterday is waiting for him, smiling. “Looks like you were quite successful in persuading miss Lusserina! Great job, you have our thanks!” She informs him, sounding quite happy. “Sadly, this changes nothing – we still can't discuss out guests with other people... Sorry.” She shrugs. Without another word she heads back inside. As the maid leaves two other maids standing near by start talking... and their conversation just happens to be bout whether or not one of their customers will open a brothel. The woman in question is currently having breakfast alone at a table near the stairs up. “Ah, that!” The woman smiles happily at him. “I was hoping someone would be willing to help! Don't worry, you won't have to make any potions.” The woman reassures him. “No, I just need someone to collect a few herbs for me. They can be found in the forest on the other side of the river, south of the lumber camp. Normally my eldest daughter Elena gets me the herbs I need, but... Well, as you have probably heard there was some sort of monster wolf attacking the woodcutters. My daughter was worried it might attack her too, so she took a different, longer path, heading south and then across the river, to collect herbs in the southern parts of the forest. She should be back in a day or two, but the problem is, I am already out of certain herbs. Fortunately I heard the wolf has been dealt with. If you could go and collect them for me I will pay you.” She gives him a hopeful look. “I'll go first!” The busty elf steps up. “My name is Enania. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss.” She gives Lydia a flirty smile before turning to take aim at the target. The other recruits move out of the way and watch her take the five shots. As it turns out Enania is pretty good, though not as good as Lydia, of course. All five of her arrows hit the target, three close tot he center and two near the edge. One by one all the other recruits take their turn, usually hitting three or four times and missing once or twice. Last is the guy that would rather stare at women's butts. His shots are slow, but he still manages to hit the target three times and almost hit it the other two. Once everyone has had a turn shooting at a target the recruits gather in front of her and wait to hear what she will demand next. Captain Garlan is happy to see her, but doesn't have much to tell her. “An elven mercenary arrived in the village yesterday, shortly after sunset. His name is... Lathrul... Lathril... something like that. He too claims to have seen trees moving in the distance, though at a different place than the ones you saw. You could try speaking to him, if you want. Other than that there have been no news about the strange trees, or anything else of note. I'll have someone inform you if we learn anything useful.” He promises. Spoiler: Observation 1d100 = 7 Further observation reveals little of use. Both camps have guards that keep watch for anyone approaching, making it too risky to get closer. She sees some movement in the ruins, but it is too far to make anything out. Spoiler: Random Encounter 1d100 = 69 Eventually Ida gets a lucky break of sorts, when Eike spots something on the forest floor. It turns out to be the half-frozen body of a human male, though the ice is already melting. The corpse is no more than a few hours old. The man is wearing leather armor and holding a short sword in one hand, but neither helped him against the spell that killed him. At first glance the victim appears to be a bandit, and not affiliated with either of the two groups they have discovered so far. It's impossible to tell if he was alone, or a part of a third group living in the ruins. Edward lets out several low moans, apparently enjoying what she's doing. A louder moan follows when she takes more of his cock inside her throat. “Damn! She might... be better than you, dear!” He lets out with some difficulty and starts fondling her tits with both hands. Victoria does not reply, instead focusing on fucking Mylea's pussy with her tongue. She follows that up by forcing a finger inside the priestess' back door, stimulating both holes at the same time.
"Hoho." Anton grins, seeing through the maid's act, mostly cause it is what they said they'll do yesterday. He discreetly follows her, listening to their conversation, but as they mention how the soon to be brothel owner was a woman. His grin widens, thanking the girls, he immediately goes to check on who exactly is his would be accomplice.
Avella listen to capitan news, it wasn't too much, but at least it is proof that treat is serious. "Thank you capitan, I will speak with that mercenary Lathril. Did he tell you where you can find him?" Avella asked and leave barracks thinking if she should go to Marda, to speak with that elf. But, it would be faster if Avella will meet him first, and then they both go to lumber camp for druid. So, paladin go to Marika
Ida smiled as she found a source of information. "Eike, take wright and guard the premises. I will be raising this bandit." Ida said as she stood over the body. Slowly, wisps of green energy started raising in her hand. "Come, my new zombie~" She said with a smile, green ergy started surrounding the body. "Time to rise and tell me what you know about the forces gathered here~" She chuckled as she raised the dead man as a zombie.
Lydia smiles back. "Good on you for bein' decisive, Enania. Let's see it." ---------- "You seem to know how to hold a bow at least. That's good." Lydia clears her throat as she speaks to the small crowd. "Archery is all about perfect repetition. That means that if you do everythin' exactly the same for every arrow you shoot, you'll get the same result for each of 'em. Above all else, you want your form to be simple, clean, and easy to repeat. If you manage that, you can adjust your aim to hit most targets once you're familiar with how your loosin' style affects your arrows. That means that you lot need to practice until every single shot feels as natural as drinkin' and fuckin'. We'll stay at this distance for today since everyone can hit it. I need all of you to line up and shoot at your lane's middle ranged target! Focus more on your form and how you loose an arrow than on anythin' else." She gives a pointed look at the man who seems disinterested in anything except asses. "I'll be walkin' along and makin' tweaks as I see they're needed."
