"Ghh." Allune groaned, her body still felt warm from her arousal. But at least she could move her limbs now. However, when she heard Svitrigaila's voice, she groaned again. Looking down at the window to see Darius had been hanged, with no Lukas in sight. That was good, at least he didn't get executed along with his uncle. She thought to herself, before feeling a sticky substance on her chest. Allune growled, and used his bedsheet to wipe herself. "Good, and I'm a woman of my word." She said in her usual defiant tone, as she pulls up her breeches. "This... won't happen again." She said with a pause, as she puts on her clothes. Ugh, I need a bath before joining everyone. She thought to herself again, as she ignored the king's brother.
Mszczuj filled his water skin too, and put to his belt. Now, they could only waiting for permision to leave. "Hey Lukas, how are you keeping yourself? Eva, come here and check him to be sure." He walk to former prisoner and call his druid.
She finds her gambeson missing. "I took a look at those rags you were wearing earlier. Much of the padding was gone, so in several places, a sword cut would go straight through to the bone. Here." The king's brother hands her another gambeson, cleaner than the last, and . Putting it on, Allune notices that it seems tighter than the last. It doesn't constrict her at all, but where the old garment covered up her womanly shape, the new one accentuates it, revealing her thin waist and the swell of her immense breasts. "You'll find that a bath has been prepared for you downstairs." Svitrigaila steps up and kisses her, caressing her breast through the new gambeson. "Think about what I said. You don't give yourself anything by trying to be prudish. You just deny yourself a world of pleasure."
"Kkhh." Allune hissed as she wore her new gambeson, which accentuated her curves perfectly. She wanted to throw it to his face, but without it, she'd be walking out of his room with only her brigandine. "Mmh! Ge-get away from me!" She pushes him back, but not before letting him hear her erotic moans. Allune glares at him, while making sure all her equipment was with her. She then leaves and heads downstairs for her bath, before joining the rest of her companions.
Permission soon comes in the form of a guard, notifying them that Lord Svitrigaila has given the party leave to depart, and thanks them for waiting. Lukas grins. "I'm a little worse for wear. One of the guards let Darius into my cell. Luckily, little Ignatia here came to my rescue like a guardian angel." He pats Ignatia's head, and the ginger swats at his hand irritably. Eva approaches, taking a quick look at the blonde man's face, before turning to Mszczuj. "Darius got a few good punches in, I think, but he'll be alright."
Svitrigaila smiles at her as she leaves. "Think about it." The bath is just the right temperature, loosening up her muscles and relaxing her. It also soothes her pussy, still a little sore from the vigorous pounding it took not to long ago. After she's dry, Allune heads down into the courtyard, where she sees Lukas, smirking despite a black eye, patting at Ignatia's head, who slaps his hand away, before Mszczuj's druid Eva checks his injury. As Allune approaches the armed group, she hears Eva say "he'll be alright."
She growled as she left his room. Though the water helped relax her, her traitorous body was already craving his touch again. "No! Keep yourself together Allune!" She slaps both of her cheeks, as she actively stopped herself from masturbating further while she washed her body. When she was clean, and dry, she finally joins the group. Wearing her new gambeson under her brigandine. "Ah, thank the gods you're both alright." She sighed as she saw their appearance. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sure we could have fought our way out." She giggled, trying to bury Svitrigaila from her memories.
Mszczuj smile pulling his mustache in left. "That is good to hear. We have to be all fit for our hunt." As he noticed Allune coming to them he nod to her. "God bless. I guess you some how managed to convince king's brother to our side. Thanks, no mater how you done it." No he turn around to all his men. "All right, everyone on horses! Andrzej with Lukas you are on back watch, Cezary will take banner and Dobron with Svitrigaila will be in vanguard! Father Jokubas and Eva on the vagon. Rest form columne. We leaving before noble change his mind again!" He comand loud and get on his horse.
With Mzcszuj's order, Allune gets on her steed. Smiling at Lukas, and Ignatia. "Alright, let's go kill some demons." She said in an upbeat tone as she follows the group.
Mszczuj check his bow and arrows in the saddle and wave to Allune, to join to him as they ride. "New gambeson as I see? Father give it to you?" He asked smiling and pet Śmiałek mane. "So, what do you get know intresting from the books? Anything what could help us in searching?"
Seeing Mszczuj call her over, Allune spurs her steed to speed up a little. "Hm. Ah, yeah, he did. Though, the fit is... tight, there was nothing we could do on short notice. But, the material is better than my first one." She was flustered as she lied about how she got her new armor. "Uhm, as for books. The black knights were templars who turned traitor. Somewhere along the third crusade? Books and texts about them were destroyed sadly. As for the creatures we might be facing, I couldn't find much. Aside from the fact that they closely resembled undead. And are weak to fire, and holy water."
Mszczuj didn't push forward subject of new armor, he just focus on information. " So it look like we still get a chance to kill them. We get supplies od holly water and fire should't be a problem too. " He think about what he heard from priest and druid. "In some pagans and local legends, they told about half-demon or demigod, no mater, without face like ours what we hunter. Lieka the sculptor as they say, former servant of pagans Gods, who rebels against them. Legends say he can't be killed, but could be captured by a lot of clay. Judge by yourself how will it helpfull to us. "
"A demigod?" Allune gasped, "But, clay? That... how do we trap him in clay?" She said in deep thought. "Ugh. At first I thought it'd be just demons and undead. But now, we're up against a demigod?" She shuddered, "How are we supposed to do this." She sighed.
Mszczuj chuckled to himself. "First I want to find him and try fire and holy water. If that didn't work, we will retreat and think about other solution, like making wolf hole for him." He point at his men. "We are all here veterans of many fights and battles with bandits, Teuton's and pagans. We work tougether and trust each others. We will fight under banner of white eagle, banner of Polish kings. So I'm sure that we have big chance to succed."
"Alright, we should also see if someone can use earth magic to capture him too." Allune nodded, then as she heard about Mszczuj's confidence in his men. She smiles, "That's good, trust among groups is important." She said as she looks at her two companions.
Mszczuj smile to her. "Yes, someone with Earth magic would be usefull for us. Too bad that I don't know anyone like that."
Ophelia blinked in confusion when some of the knights suddenly attacked their brethren, and then some sort of pig beast assaulted the attackers as well. The lady has some explaining to do... She decided, finding it very likely for Miroslava to know something about the beast. However, that would have to wait. Ophelia gathered the men she had led and checked to see how many of them were wounded. “Well fought, everyone. Let us take a short rest to catch our breath. After that we should put out that grass fire before it has a chance to spread, and also search the village for survivors. I doubt there will be any, but I hope I will be proven wrong.” She tried sounding positive, then focused on Kuril's injured man. “Let em see your wounds.” She told him, planning to try and heal him. (Will catch up on the last few pages later - doesn't seem like what happened affects Ophelia.)
Angelo nodded to Marguerite and led his horse through the castle gates. Inside, he hitched his horse and went to the kitchen to get some water.
The riding column moves quickly, travelling the Lithuanian countryside. Here, the villages are well maintained and populous, long fields of barley and grain stretching for as far as the eye can see, with no hint of the devastation that reigns not too far away in other villages. One night, passing through yet another farming community at dusk, Dobron looks over to Msczuj. "Should we stop for the night at the inn, sir? Looks big enough to hold us all, and I'm not too sure about riding in the dark." Lukas, the swelling around his eye beginning to heal, grins. "I'm not going to argue with that plan. Some ale would be good to wash down all the riding we've been doing." Ignatia gives him a pointed look. "You spent half the day yesterday in the wagon, sleeping off your hangover, you lazy bastard!" There are some laughs from down the column.
Men go to carry out Ophelia's orders, as the German spots Lady Miroslava walking towards her through the smoke. The stunning blonde smiles vibrantly. "I see that I have you to thank for the safety of my castle. A thousand thanks, my lady. I'll ensure that word spreads through the land of the valour of lady Ophelia, who bravely rode at the front of her men to the aid of beleaguered churchmen, in dire peril. All will know you as the saviour of Tarsovie." The injured man is put on his side by his friends, his mail lifted, and the tunic beneath it, revealing the hoof marks on his torso. (Not really )
