Mylea grins internally at Edward's praise of her abilities, as Victoria's touch drives her crazy. Though she has admirable restraint, Mylea can only take so much, and soon Victoria sees her lover's large chest growing flushed, as orgasm overtakes her. The green haired minx slides her head down Edward's cock, taking him to the hilt, muffled moans sounding against him as she cries out in ecstasy, her nose rubbing against his pelvis.
His gaze quickly finds the woman, currently sitting alone at a table and finishing her breakfast. She seems to have not noticed him yet. “He mentioned something about buying supplies, so try the market, I guess. Even if he is not there people might remember him if you ask around.” Garlan tells her before going back to his work. Spoiler: Avella's Search 1d100 = 44 The walk to the market is quick and uneventful, but once there Avella has no luck spotting the elven mercenary anywhere. She could ask around and hope that someone has seen the man in question, or she could try guessing where he might have gone: a bakery to buy food, the general store to buy supplies, potion store to buy potions, somewhere else... Soon the man is standing up once more, the ice having fully melted off. He looks around, confused, apparently having some trouble comprehending what is going on. Finally he looks at Ida. “Mistress?” He asks hesitantly. The recruits line up and start practicing. Again Enania shows she is the best of the bunch, reliably hitting with each shot. Occasionally she tries flirting with the other recruits or teasing them, but that does not affect her performance. The guy too focuses and does a decent job, hitting most of his shots and coming very close on the rest, though between shots he not-so-subtly ogles the women, Lydia included. The rest of the recruits carry out their task without objection, doing their best and gradually starting to miss fewer and fewer shots. Edward lasts a little longer before cumming as well, then grabs her head and holds her in place as he starts shooting thick cum down the half-dryad's throat. Meanwhile Victoria swallows as much of Mylea's juices as she can. “Mmm, so tasty!” She comments where there's no more to be had. Her fingers continue to fuck the priestess' ass.
Seeing his would be "partner" in all sense of the word, Anton grins as he approaches. "Excuse me, my lady. I couldn't help but overhear that you're one of the people aiming to build a brothel in this village. Is that correct?" He calls her out, speaking in a polite, yet wise tone. While discreetly eyeing her body, taking in her wonderful curves, and sensual outfit.
Avella looked around the market, put her hand on handpiece of her sword attached to belt. It was getting more crowded than she expected, so she should be able to find him if she ask someone people around. "Good morning, did you seen somewhere elf mercenary men?" She asked some random citizens, remember to be wary of pocketthiefs.
“How rude! You could at least introduce yourself before starting to question me! Or did you forget your manners due to your old age?” The woman looks at him briefly and then goes back to finishing her breakfast. Spoiler: Avella's Search 1d100 = 60 The first few people shake their heads 'no', but then she gets lucky. A few people recall seeing an elf headed to one of the bakeries, while a few other people mention seeing an elf enter the general store. Looks like those two locations are her best bet for finding the man.
Avella decided to go first to general store. "After all, ewen if I won't find him there, I could at least check what they have to offer, maybe something catch my eye." She said to hersellf as she go in direction of general store.
"Hohoho, forgive me, you're right, where are my manners." Anton chuckles, giving an elegant bow, one that's usually used to greet nobles. "I am the humble old man, Anton, and if what I heard was correct, I would like to invest in your business venture. Either with funds, or with my skills." He grins.
Walking through the door Avella finds herself in a rather cramped shop full of all sorts of items. An orc is standing behind the counter. “Ah, a new customer! Welcome, welcome! How may I help you, miss? Looking for anything in particular, or just browsing?” He asks as he looks her over. There are a few other customers already there and one of them catches Avella's attention. This elf could be the mercenary she is looking for... The woman looks at him again, this time for longer than a few moments. “Nice to meet you, Old Pervert Anton. Please, do not try to insult my intelligence by denying it – I have seen enough perverts.” She cuts off any attempt at protesting the accusation. “My name is Amelia. I am not convinced that you would be of any help to me, but I am willing to give you a chance.” She tells him as she quickly finishes her meal and drink. “How about we talk in my room? Just don't get any perverted ideas...”
"Now wouldn't it be odd if a non-perverted old man approached you to talk about your plans of building a brothel?" Anton replied having no intention of denying his perversion. "Hoho. I may not have the connections I had back in the capital, but I can still be quite useful." He replied with a grin, following Amelia back to her room, his eyes watching her swaying hips, trying to get a peek at her undergarments every time the flap of her dress fluttered.
Avella shake her head. "No, thank you I just arrived to village few days ago and I wanted to check on locals store to get more info." She said to orc and look around the shop, finding men who fits into capitan description. Except short beard, which could mean he is half elf, not full elf, because elfs didn't have hair on face. She go to mercenary. " Hello, are you mercenary Lathrin? You meet with capitan of guards yesterday, right?" She asked polite.
Lydia walks up and down the line behind the recruits, making small changes to improve the prospective guards' accuracy. She teaches one how to avoid overdrawing the string, she tells another that their release is too inconsistent and shows them how to fix it, etc. Enania has little to fix, and Lydia has to suppress some laughter at her obvious antics. The staring man seems to be one of the worst of the bunch, so Lydia spends more time trying to work on his shooting. He presumably pays more attention to her body than her words, but Lydia isn't bothered as long as he improves. I can win him over pretty easy if I ever need to, eh? Probably applies to that elf woman too. She has the recruits shooting for the majority of the rest of their practice time, letting them have breaks for water and rest between ends. If anyone complains about being tired or sore without actually bearing an injury, Lydia answers with "Good! Means you need to keep goin' so you get tougher and stronger!" As their four hours wind down to a close, Lydia will have the recruits gather up again and speak to them with genuine praise. "You lot did well this mornin'! I saw a hell of a lot of improvement. Won't be long before none of you are missin' at that range. Most of you louses are gonna be right sore tomorrow, but I've got plenty of shit to teach you still. It won't be as demandin' as today, so don't go pissin' yourselves 'bout bein' worked too hard. Now go get your arrows from that last end!"
Ida hummed as she walked around Zombie. "Well preserved." She commented as she looked him over. "Tell me..." She addressed him. "Who are you, how you got here, and what you know of the situation in the forest." She commanded.
As he follows Amelia to her room the old man gets his first look of the upper floor of the inn. The floor is covered by a soft and clearly expensive carpet and there are glowing spell orbs on the walls, providing light at all times. Amelia's room is twice as big as the one Anton has at the Singing Maiden. The same expensive carpet as in the corridor covers the floor. There's a large double bed in the middle of the room, a large wardrobe, and various other things he does not get a good look at because Amelia sits down at a square table and points for him to do the same across from her. “Now, let us try again. Who are you and what do you want? Be specific.” She demands as her piercing eyes look at him. The elf gives her a curious look. “My name is Lathrul and yes, I did meet with the captain of the guards yesterday. What can I do for you, miss?” He asks as he looks her up and down, examining her. A few of the recruits attempt complaining about being exhausted, but quickly realize that sort of thing won't work on her and stop trying. There is a little grumbling when they are sent to collect their arrows, but the recruits obey regardless. Most of them seem happy to finally be done with the lesson as they put the bows and arrows away. Once that is taken care of everyone gathers in front of her and waits to be dismissed before wishing her a good day and going on their way. “My name is John. I used to be a farmer, until the drought started. Then I joined a group of bandits.” The zombie begins. “We spent two years robbing people before we had to flee because there were too many guards chasing us. We came here, thinking that no one would come this far west, only to discover that other people had the same idea. They had even built a small village for themselves. But we were already here and the forest was big enough for everyone, so we just stayed away from the villagers and they stayed away from us. That's how I got here.” John explains. “As for the situation... it used to be just us and the villagers, plus some forest animals and a few undead elves wondering the ruins. A little over two yeas ago the cultists arrived and started searching for something in the ruins. They were hostile to anyone who approached them, so we stayed away from them. Then, a few months later, the elven necromancers arrived. They raised hundreds, if not thousands, of dead elves, gave them new weapons and armor, and set them to protect some parts of the ruins. At first there was some fighting between the cultists and the undead, but soon the robed bastards got the message and started avoiding the undead. Since then they've been watching each other while the rest of us try to stay out of the way, since there's no telling when one side will attack the other. That is all I know, mistress.” Spoiler: Encounter 1d100 = 35 “Mistress! Something is happening!” Eike interrupts the conversation. Looking at where her champion is pointing to Ida sees a group of at least a dozen undead elves headed her way, weapons drawn... Suddenly a ball of sickly green light falls from above. Upon hitting Ida's shoulder it explodes, briefly covering the surrounding area in the same sickly green light. It leaves behind an unpleasant tingling on her skin, but she is otherwise unharmed. Her undead servants, on the other hand... Eike is brought down to her knees, clearly weakened, and the wraith fares no better, looking like it's barely holding together. With a pained wail of despair her ghosts dissolve and vanish while her new zombie turns to ash. All the while the undead elves continue marching toward her...
Sadly, the inn's luxuries were lost to the old man. As his gaze was more focused on making out the details of Amelia's underwear, with every slight glimpse he caught of it. Along with his her ass sways with her every step. Once they got to her room, the old man finally looks around as he makes his way to the offered seat. "As I said, I am Anton Orcus. Just a regular, perverted old man looking to spend his days away from the capital." He replied with a chuckle, "As for what I want, well, I've already found a few women that can sate my needs. But believe it or not, my libido hasn't dimished in my advanced age. So I doubt they can handle everything I've got." He grins as he brags about his sexual prowess. "So once I've heard rumors about you wanting to start a brothel. I was curious."
She nods to him. "Well Lathrul, my name is Avella of Everlight order and it is nice to meet you. I heard that you seen walking trees on south of the village. In the same day, I and my companion investigate similar trees on the north side of the village and I want to share our information with you, to get know more about them. They didn't see as the treat to Marika for now, but we can't be sure. "She explained, making relaxed poze but in the same time being in ready to fight.
"Well, that certainly sounds straightforward enough, but I have to ask before I get going. "Whats my reward? Don't get me wrong, a task like this I don't expect much, but I'm sure you can understand my desire to get that worked out before I leave...."
"Go and get some rest, all of you." Lydia goes to the firing line herself to get a little practice in while she thinks. That wasn't as hard as I was expectin', eh? I probably should go easy on 'em tomorrow. Can't have 'em hatin' me already. She removes the bronzed bow from her shoulder, nocks an arrow, and aims downrange. Maybe I oughta come up with some sorta reward to encourage 'em? She draws the string back and the weapon seems to react. The string becomes a thin, bronze chain coiling up and around Lydia's arm while the arrow remains magically suspended in the air. Right, so tomorrow I'll cover maintainin' their bows and have 'em do a little shootin', maybe half an hour, so they get more used to doin' it every day. She releases her grip on the arrow, and the projectile flies as though it was launched from any normal bow. Now what would make a good reward... She absent-mindedly readies another arrow from her quiver. How 'bout this? The one who shoots best on the day after tomorrow will have the chance to test their skill against me. She draws. The winner gets to order the loser around for a few hours. She fires. Or, if they're too craven, they'll just get to leave early or somethin'. Lydia grins widely as she pulls a third arrow from behind her shoulder. I like that idea. She continues like this for an hour or so before deciding to ask the guards about her pay for the lesson.
Ida's head whipped in the direction of assulters. She cursed as her undead were destroyed - the necromancer targeted her undead specifically! Any thought of peaceful interaction was gone from her mind. She cast a deathball - death fire consuming the flesh. Then she grabbed Eike and the two quickly made their way out of the forest - to the carriage. Ida had no wish to confront the powerhouse behind this army. She witnessed destruction of her ghosts and zombie - but what about the wright?
Mylea happily drinks down the lord's cum, enjoying Victoria's finger, before pulling away, scooting over on the bed so she can slip her arms around the blonde's neck and lean in for a steamy kiss, her tongue pressing forward against the lady's, trading both the flavor of Edward's seed as well as their combined juices. Finally, Mylea leans back, with a smirk. "You two... You're not looking to convert, are you? I think you'd both be very good at pleasing the Goddess." She gives a chuckle, only half joking.
"Well...Im the proffecient one with The Sword. But maybe we find another way. I wont Force You to anything. We could leave The Tower behind Us If Thats what You want"
