"Well, hopefully you'll only find the ashes of whatever that creature was. And I was not expecting such a creature to walk out of the gamekeeper's cabin. For all I know, that black knight was simply a scout." Allune sighed, "Besides, I told your knights where I was going, while you were taking a nap."
Angelo smiled, as he stroked her side, his eyes roaming over her beautiful body, flushed and sweaty from their tryst, 'And I was about to ask if we could do this again. Though... we won't have the privacy or comfort of a room like this on the way.'
Larisa shook her head. "I'm a big girl. My father is old and while smarter than I am, not ever willing to admit when he needs help. Having you there may very well be the thing that keeps him alive in face of the horde...it's only temporary anyway. We'll be sure to meet again. Worst case scenario, my little brother and sister will be protecting me for once in that event. I'm an illegitimate child. I strongly suspect the proper term will be "burden" in her eyes. But there's little she can do that Olga or Illya will really allow. I doubt she'll be easy to put up with, but any sudden disappearance is certainly not an option. Either she has to put up with me or find some other way to deal with me and that bridge can only be crossed when it comes to it. I won't be gotten rid of easily, I can tell you that. If anything, I'm more relieved to have an understanding that my father's trust men will most definitely be able to ensure his safety. Worry about his. I'll worry about mine." Larisa's tone of voice was just as analytical as usual, seeming overall fine with the idea just acknowledging that some friction would be unavoidable.
Technically both siblings were meant to lead the group, however Ophelia was the one who had taken the time to study the maps in some detail, thus for the moment Benacio left it to her to lead them. They took the main road, as it was both the easiest to travel and the shortest. And the fastest, too – as fast as a loaded wagon could be, anyway. As the group left their home behind Ophelia wondered what surprises the future had in store for them... (Time for a break. See you in a few hours.)
"Duck!" Rhaelicca shouts at Morwenna before completing the necessisary steps to fire the gout of flames from the rune.
"I already told you, I wasn't expecting that kind of trouble. Why would I bring knights, wearing full armor into the forest?" Allune said in a slightly angery tone, "No, I think it was better your knights didn't come with. Otherwise, they'd be dead. I don't know how strong that thing was, but it was durable enough to withstand a volley of arrows. We only killed it, cause we caught it by surprise."
Morwenna throws herself to the ground as the fire bursts out, impossibly hot, melting the man's armour until it fuses with his skin, killing him horrifically. Rhaelicca and Morwenna are safe now, the remaining bandits busy with the horsemen who came to their aid.
Larisa opens her mouth, half ready to make some excuse so he’d stay where he was, but ultimately lets it go as she turns in for the night.
He scoffs. "My men are perfectly capable." He murmurs something under his breath, before standing. "Look, this knight, you said he was armoured all in black. Was there anything else, a badge or crest?"
Larisa quickly falls asleep, drifting off. Several hours later, her eyes flutter open, prompted by a noise. In the darkness, she spots a shape. She's barely able to make out the form of an imp before it jumps on her, a hand clamped over her mouth. "Sexy human, perfect human. Must breed." It murmurs, a hand finding its way up her dress and rubbing her clit.
"Travel is so tedious without some entertainment to liven things up." She grins, before shaking her head. "Sometimes, but not usually. I usually only do this if I find someone particularly attractive."
"I don't doubt that, but capable doesn't meant anything, if you're suddenly faced with a hellish monster." Allune replied, before recalling the knight. "He was wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see his face. Black armor, a coat. Oh, there was a crimson cross on his coat. And his sword was red, but now, I think it was because of the gamekeeper's blood. His armor seemed to absorb the light, and just before he disappeared, the cross on his coat shined."
'You're too sweet with your compliments. I'll consider myself lucky then, I couldn't wish for a more gorgeous woman for my first time,' Angelo blushed and leaned in for another kiss.
She sees three left, one with a broken poleaxe, lying on the ground after being knocked down by the moustached man's horse, one swinging a poleaxe at an elderly man in armour, and one with a sword heading to finish off a young man pinned under his horse.
He puts a hand to his chin. "Black armour and a crimson cross? The knights hospitallier wears black armour with a white cross, but I've never heard of them creating monsters. Troubling. That other stuff definitely sounds like magic."
