"Concerned for you modesty? We'll go into my tent" He kisses her lips again, still playing with her body. "Come on, Allune, let's relieve this stress you're having." She hears a rustling from the treeline.
Ophelia nodded at the monk's words. “Yes, I think it's time we go back. We've had enough excitement for one day, don't you agree?” She looked at Benacio and Larisa before turning her gaze back to Angelo. “I'm sure we'll meet again later. Stay safe and may God watch over you, my friend.” She gave him a nod and a friendly smile. “You too, young lady.” She added as she looked at Sarva.
"Aaahn... w-wait, what was that?" Allune barely managed to say, as the old man was intent on knocking her up. She looks toward the treelines, putting on her best concerned expression.
Larisa didn't really like fully explaining her involvement into things, and while Angelo didn't really seem to have gathered the clues, Larisa had to assume that Ophelia must realized what she did. It was a huge risk to explain things to the inquisition, but being he saved a demon, he was probably more open than most of his brother's in arms....was that a good thing though? They had killed another band of people due to his inability to stick it into his pants. In a lot of ways, he was basically a foreign Ilya. Which also meant that Larisa liked him more than she'd admit. She let out a sigh, as the succubus bounded off. "We're we going to just take it back home with us? Give it a nice leash and tell people that it promises to be on it's best behavior and won't bite or we'll put it in time out? It's better off that it's out in the wild....at least for the demon, specifically." Larisa did think Sarva seemed quite nice, but she wondered if that was going to end up changing. Turning her attention to the inquisitor, she felt the need to somewhat cautiously address what had happened, though superstitiously taking a few steps back out of spear range, just in case. Pointing at the shadow that had returned beneath her feet, she made an upwards motion for it's fingers for it to rise upward. It was still too early for it to completely return to form, only looking like half of the formless mess it was, it's face only about two thirds formed, but it's eyes looking completely docile as it idled without any signs of actual aggression. "When you read as many books as I have, you learn a few things. I haven't quite gotten to the point of shaping it to take a form that doesn't mentally scare small children....but it's actually more useful due to the fact that it does. As ominous it appears, it's not a demon or a ghost. It's simply a creation of will. The best way to fight dark forces is to understand them. I realize this is not a popular thought process among the inquisition, but there is no "forbidden" or "evil" magic. It's a force of nature. It's about intent."
'Until another time. Dominus vobiscum,' Angelo nodded to her. Angelo looked between the slavic woman and the German man, 'Wait, you said the creature had gone... you did that? What manner of magic is this? No, I better not know.' The monk looked confused, 'Why explain yourself? I had already thought it was some demon. I don't know, maybe some "guardian demon" for Sarva. Why risk telling someone with the Inquisistion that you can perform magic like that?' He sighed, 'You helped us out back there... or you started the fight, whichever way you look at it. I won't mention it to anyone.' He smirked a little bit, 'Those books must be missing from my monstasery's librarium.'
“To the inquisition...no. To you, specifically. There’s the good and bad in anything and much to my surprise, that apparently applies to the inquisition as well.” The confusion on Larisa’s face said enough. She really didn’t love having the sworn enemy around either, but Angelo was pretty set apart from the rest. “You would’ve impaled the demon without a second thought were you an actual part of the Inquisition. I’d advise caution. The voice of reason is among the first people love to get rid of....that being said, what Sarva says about the black armoured folk...I don’t know what their intention behind recruiting demons is, but I doubt it could be for anything good.” It was a little tense, which was natural. The fact they had this conversation at all, was a huge step. “I believe in judgment by actions. Yours show yourself...maybe a little too easily trusting, but with the intent to do actual good.”
'I am just a monk, we never got any training from the Inquisition. I'm just here to heal people and do odd jobs around the camp. Yes, maybe I am too trusting, but... how can I kill someone weeping and holding a corpse in their arms. Even if they are a demon,' Angelo said, 'If she was raping some unfortunate forester it would've been another matter.'
"I'm not willing to believe everything a demon says exactly...but it's doubtful Sarva is going to be the biggest problem of anybody. I'm quite sure that all of us can expect to see more of the work of these red crossed people...and perhaps it's a bit judgmental, but I highly doubt any of them are going to be the most upstanding people." Larisa paused for a moment, thinking. "They most likely have a connection with the influx in demons as well...they'll be a problem for everyone, definitely." @moonblack Larisa's eyes took a moment to linger on the ash piles of where the fallen succubi were. It would have been helpful to have a full body to take a look at. If there was going to be more demons, then getting the chance to properly examine them would be helpful. Maybe she could track down Sarva later for research purposes, though she already had an inkling how that conversation would go. Taking a look to the dead bandits, still laying about, she took a look towards Ophelia. "Perhaps it's just my personal preference, but I'd rather not be seen standing around a pile of rotting corpses. Should we be heading back now?
Ophelia nodded in agreement, having been waiting for Larisa to finish talking to Angelo. “Yes, let us head back. I doubt there's anything else we could learn if we stay here.”
'Yes, probably not the best idea to stay here,' Angelo agreed, 'Goodbye and stay safe, perhaps we'll meet again some time.'
"I suspect we will." Finishing up her goodbyes, Larisa separated to head off and collect Benacio so they could return back for the evening. @moonblack As they walked, Larisa's face had been twisting and contorting ever since they left in the trip back. "That was more eventful of an afternoon than I expected. But does Miroslava need to know about this? That's something of an issue. Of course, keeping people ready and alert is important, but raising the level of panic before we need to is dangerous. Not to mention, we never finished off the rest of those bandits, meaning they live to tell about it.With more demons running around, magic users are the first one's to be suspected. Perhaps your magic is considered...a brighter shade than mine, but most common folk don't know and don't care about the difference. Needlessly worrying townsfolk and the guard will leave them paranoid and I certainly suspect their primary targets to be magic users when they need someone to blame."
Ophelia kept walking as she thought about the issue. “I don't think we have much of a choice.” She began after a few moments of silence. “The Inquisition is already here – it's only a matter of time before people find out about their presence and the reasons for coming here. Then there are the bandits, who will likely spread grossly exaggerated rumors about evil, murderous witches. Under the circumstances the best we can do is warn Miroslava so that she can prepare – both about the Inquisition and the mysterious knights recruiting demons. The latter will likely prove the bigger danger, but the former is the more immediate one.” She paused for a moment and lowered her voice even though they seemed to be alone. “In any case you should probably be careful with using magic powers from now. I know spells to heal wounds, cure poison and burn undead – I can use them to prove that I am a faithful servant of God and not an evil witch. Your powers, on the other hand, will be a bit more difficult to explain...” Note to self: Learn a spell to use against demons. She added mentally as she realized that she would likely need one before too long, most likely thanks to the black knights and their demons.
"I'm unsure of how my aunt could properly prepare. If she has any magical ability, I haven't seen it. Of course, she has the money for mercenaries and keeping the guard well equipped. Seeing as these are your inherited lands too, I'm sure you want to do what you can to keep it flourishing. Miss Miroslava was actually quite adamant on getting you and your brother's support...however that needs to happen. I understand the necessity, but I'm not inclined to do much sneaking around...though I'm learning rather quickly. My aunt is a...very hands on teacher." Larisa hesitated to speak the last part, not really wanting to divulge too much. "I don't really plan to show off much of my magic....but things tend to turn up that way anyway. If it must come to these things, then it's best to at least be good with them if I'm going to be forced to rely on it. Honestly probably isn't the best policy for a "witch", though I really don't consider myself "evil"...and certainly not "gross." Larisa's face twisted again, but this time instead of thinking, looking much closer to the other day when she was a lot less confident before her wardrobe change. "Well, I've been thinking differently about the last part, lately, anyway.
“'Very hands-on teacher'?” Ophelia raised an eyebrow at the comment, but did not ask for clarification. “Well, your aunt has been ruling Tarsovie for years, so she must know both the area and the people living here. At the very least she could have the guards on the lookout for suspicious people, especially any dark knights with crimson crosses on their armor. There's also the issue of the Inquisition's soldiers – I suspect some of them may not particularly disciplined and might cause trouble after getting drunk. It might help if the guards have clear instructions how to deal with such troublemakers.” The noblewoman paused as she thought what else to suggest. “It might also be a good idea to warn some of the important people in the area, such as rich merchants that pay lots of taxes and supply lots of goods, or any local religious leaders that could help keep the people calm and avoid the spread of false rumors.” She made another pause. “Of course, it's possible that lady Miroslava will have her own ideas what to do in this situation. I guess we will find out when we get back.”
If they're going to have a war here, then taking our chances against the horde probably would be better than a army of shadow knights. She had to weigh in her head which one was preferable. Larisa had to agree with the points, wondering how much longer she could keep her cover. The options were to either find a way to stomp rumors from spreading without making them worse or become feared enough that nobody would seriously think about going up against this witch persona she had fallen into. Her powers weren't there yet. She wasn't sure how they could prepare, so she just gave something of a shrug as they made their way back. "We'll just have to see."
He ignores her, kissing her breasts, before Allune hears Lukas' breathless voice in a panic, seeing him rushing out of the woods. "Tatars! Real fucking tatars! Run!" Darius bolts up, as a warband of horsemen pursue Lukas and one of the men at arms out of the woods. Allune notes that they're horse archers, much like the men she killed. "Fuck! Get the horses ready!" Darius pulls away from Allune, drawing his sword. The blonde sees that the drought is now within her grasp, and the horses are unattended, as Darius rushes to grab a javelin to cover Lukas and the soldier. The middle aged man throws the missile, hitting one of the horsemen, before he takes cover from arrow fire.
Volenca and Robert help Angelo pick the firewood back up, and walk towards the Inquisition camp. "Sorry we didn't help during the fight. We didn't want to get in your way." Volenca looks at Angelo sheepishly.
Benacio smiles at the two women, as Tarsowie castle comes back into view. "You two did really well today. Of course, that's probably mostly because of those gifts I bought you." He grins, to show that he's joking. "If I ever get into another fight, I know who to call."
'Get in my way? What's that supposed to mean?' Angelo said, 'I'm not that bad with the mace.' [Btw, did you miss this one? https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/anno-domini-1400-game-thread.2655/page-62#post-54697? Kinda got sidetracked with the conversation.]
Allune shuddered as the old man ignored her warnings, kissing her sensitive breasts instead. Until, she finally hears Lukas's voice... only to regret it as they saw there were real enemies. As soon as Darius stopped molesting her, Allune straightens out her clothes. Taking her chance to grab the drought, before doing as she was asked. The busty blond hurriedly readies the horses, while nocking a few arrows, which she fires at the closest enemies.
