Larisa, was overall content to just stay at home most days and studies. Not that she couldn't be sociable. She just found literature to be much more interesting than most actual events. It had been at least two hours of being stuck on the same page trying to explain calculus to her younger brother however and she had been fighting back the frustration. It wasn't an inability on her younger siblings part to actually understand it. Just a complete lack of actual interest in ever learning it. As much as they loved her, it didn't make much of the subjects interesting to them. It was mostly because they were both eager to get on with their lessons in magic. But it wasn't as if they could just have any chance to practice. Larisa didn't even get enough time to properly dabble in the occult on her own. She couldn't help but feel that she would be much further along if she just had an actually private place to properly practice. Seeing the old man, it was to her relief to see something of a break from trying to teach things her siblings didn't want to learn. "Certainly." She took a quick glance and motioned for them to keep reading on their own, knowing full well they weren't going to do it, but walked anyway with the elderly man wondering what this could be about. "Is something the matter?" (O.O.C: Larisa is actually with one S for the Russian variation, though the double S one also exists.)
Angelo watched them for a moment, bemused by their contest, they certainly didn't seem like an Inquisitor's entourage. He approached the two men, 'Excuse me? I heard there was a call to join the Inquisitor.'
Boleslaw had his men in wait only a few minutes away, so it's not long before Mszczuj hears the thumping of hooves. A dozen cavalrymen in full armour, with the flags of both King Jagiello and the Duke of Masovia fluttering in the failing light, thunder into the camp of the Teutons. The tracker hears the sounds of fighting from past the underbrush.
Her father leads her away into another room. "I've just returned from court. The Prince hasn't been paying his tribute, and I fear that the Horde may soon come here, burning and pillaging as vengeance. I'm sending you away, and your siblings, to my sister in Poland. She gained a large estate there when her husband died, and she's agreed to take you in temporarily."
Mszczuj sigh. "Let's get back, before fight will be over." He said to his men and go back, with arrow ready to shoot. If they not hurry, they don't get a chance to get their part of money.
The siblings looked at each other, confused by the news, then turned back to their father. Ophelia was the first one to speak. “May we know the reason for your decision, father? Have we somehow displeased you?”
The woman walks over. "Gladly." She sits and taps her mug against Rhaelicca's. "I'm Morwenna. Officially, Sister Morwenna of St Cuthbert's parish."
He sees only a handful of Teutons left standing, with most dead or surrendered already. Only four still stand, two with swords, and two with poleaxes. They're clad in full armour, but with only mail covering their heads.
He looks between the two of them, before bursting into laughter. "The look on your faces! No, I'm not kicking you out, per se. It turns out that some Polish uncle of mine by marriage has died without an heir, so I've inherited his lands. I'm going to court soon, so I have no time to spend in Poland, and your elder brother is still in Pomerania trying to wed that damsel of his, so I'm sending you to survey my inheritance. Hell, if it's big enough, and you do a good job, I might leave some of it to you two."
Mszczuj make target and shoot one of them near the face. Arrow hit tree behind him. "You are surrouded and outnumber! Give up your weapon and I give you my word, that you all will survive. Fight, and we will kill you all. Next arrow will be in your face." He call loud to them, realy want them to surrender. For death men no one will pay.
It took her a few moments to process at what had just been said. She hadn't actually spoken to her aunt since....well...ever. They tried to downplay her existence the best they could. It didn't particularly bother her. It was just necessity. Though she did have to frown at what she heard. Going against the horde wasn't wise. She was a proud Russian, but not stupid. Going against the horde was just idiotic. He did not have the allies or the means to possibly push back against them. Not that she was opposed to going. Seeing more of the world was fine by her. "Understood....but this leaves you to...." Her brow furrowed, not really finishing her sentence. She never really went against his ideas, though she was always more than willing to be vocal about her objections with them even if she went along with them.
Three lay down their arms, whilst the last man, with a poleaxe, charges at Sir Boleslaw. "Deus Vult!"
He pats her shoulder. "I'll be fine, daughter. I'll be with the Prince at court, so I'll be safe. The Horde doesn't want to kill the prince, just burn villages and towns to make him pay up. Worry about yourself, alright? You'll have a few men with you, but you'll be in charge of getting to Poland safely."
Mszczuj make target and shoot in head of the last man who charge at Sir Boleslaw. "Deus Vult, Wola Boża." He said to himself.
The arrow pierces through the mail covering the man's head, and he falls to the ground. Boleslaw gets down from his horse, removing his helmet. "A good day, Mszczuj." The men begin looting the dead Teutons, and stripping the living ones of their armour and weapons, as Boleslaw sets a few sentries to make sure that no one ambushes them like they ambushed the Teutons.
Reluctantly, she had to nod. The idea of being in charge of keeping the travel safe seemed odd. She could at least plan out a decent route and make a few maps to reduce the risk. "Yes...if we run into bandits, I'll...teach them geometry." Her face didn't shift too much to make it look like she was telling a joke, though she looked over her shoulder back to the direction of the library. She'd do her best to keep him safe..and if need be..she could resort to actually testing the practical use of her magic outside of controlled conditions. "We should get a move on sooner than later then."
Mszczuj smile and pull down his mustache. He bend the knee and carefully pull out corpse his arrow. " Indeed sir Bolesław, good day. We will get fine ransom for them all." He said and looking around for leader of Teutons. He should have more rich cloak, not to hard to recognise. "Who was in charge here? Sir Bolesław and I want to ask him few question."
One of the men gestures with his head to a wounded man, who took a lance to the side, where the plate armour wasn't covering. He coughs up blood.
The obese man turns his head to avoid belching in Angelo's face. "Yep, here's where you sign up. Well, you ain't gotta sign nothin'. Just give us your name."
