She finds a reading table with several chairs around it. After being seated, Sister Marguerite begins to talk. "My lady, there's already talk about how you're the hero of Tarsovie Castle, spreading throughout the halls, and the survivors from the village. They've told stories of your heroism yesterday to some traders that came past earlier, and I believe that they will tell them to others. Soon, word about you could spread across the region. If this happens, I fear that you could be the target of a reprisal attack from the knights.
After several minutes, Cezar appears next to him, without having made a sound. "Hey. You gonna spend all night in the cold?" The portly bastard burps, throwing away a chicken bone he'd scoured.
"No, I just heard some noises when I walked past. Wanted to make sure there wasn't an incubus in there with you!" Ignatia's chipper voice sounds through the door. "Anyway, good night."
Mszczuj chuckled, breathing in his hands to warm up himself. "No, until I call someone to replace me." He said with smile and point at inn. "How are the rest of party? Andrzej keept order?"
Cezar grins. "A few of them are a little miffed at not being allowed to drink anymore, but I think the rest are suitably spooked by the little incident we had here in the woods." He chuckles. "That old lady thinks that you're a madman."
"Hah. Yeah, right. The only incubus here is looking for a barmaid to bed!" Allune replied in a sarcastic tone, while forcing her arousal down. "Yeah, good night." She added, as she once again lays down while ignoring her fantasies.
Ignatia groans. "Oh, don't let him hear you call him that. He doesn't need any more encouragement." Ignatia walks away. Despite burning need, Allune eventually manages the fall asleep. Suddenly, she feels cold, opening her eyes to see nothing but a vast black void. Beside her, Allune notices something slither.
Mszczuj smile and wink to Cezar. "If soldiers stoped complaining, It mean cause is getting serios. I need them sober in the morning." on mention about old lady he sigh. "I would paid her back for destroyed part of forest, but right now I don't have enough money for this. I will promise that I will repaid her in the year."
Angelo sat down with them and let Marguerite do the talking. The young man seemed more interested in checking out Marguerite's and Ophelia's curves. After a moment, he snapped out of his trance, 'Uhm, yes, we'd propose that we accompany your brother and you. As presonal guards, so to speak.'
Cezar smirks. "True. As for the forest, I mean, it belongs to the king, so she doesn't have a right to get too mad."
After forcing herself to sleep, Allune shivered as she felt cold. "Mmngh." She mumbled, thinking she forgot to cover herself with a blanket. But, when she saw something move beside her, her eyes shot open. Only to realize she was in a void. "Where, no, this, this is another dream." She whispered to herself, blushing as she recalled what happened last time.
Mszczuj skake his head. "Maybe She doesn't have rights, but put yourself in her place. That villiage is responsible for that land, and If something get broken, they will answer before their rulers." He said and stand up. "I will go catch some sleep. Keept eye on everything and after hour wake up Andrzej on his turn."
She felt like it was useful to know her companion better though the communication barrier somewhat complicated things. With a thought coming to mind, Larisa let her hands go from the misty thing of shadow that was supposed to be like fur. Making a simple illusion, she conjured a simple few wood figurines that looked much like the kind generals used in the war room. They weren’t complicated, though Larisa spawned them with color for their clothes and hair to make it clear who was who based on the people they met so far, arranging her siblings cheap imitations together, then doing the same to the knights, and Ophelia and her brother in her own group. The pig and Miroslava, Larisa purposely put just slightly on the side, away from everything else. Looking towards the shadow, she decided that this would make it easier for it to convey itMa thoughts. “What do you think of the people we met?”
Ophelia sighed. “Becoming known as a hero really wasn't part of my plans – while the fame is kinda nice I really don't need all the complications it brings... but it's too late to do anything about it now.” She sighed again. “I guess I'll have to be extra careful from now on – it's not like I can bring an army with me to protect me from potential retaliation.” “Anyway,” Ophelia decided to change the topic for a moment, “I have a question for the two of you, since you have experience fighting demons. Does either of you know how to deal with imps' aphrodisiac? In order to protect me my brother got stung by an imp. I can cure poison, but an aphrodisiac is not a poison, so there's nothing I can do to help him. In this particular case we can just stay here for a few days, until the effect wears off, but that won't always be an option. I was going to search through the books here to see if I can find anything useful, but perhaps you could help me instead?” She asked hopefully. “That's... not a bad idea. Three of the men father sent with us were killed in the attack by the black knights. I'll have to ask my brother, but I doubt he will have any objections. I obviously don't mind the extra company and protection.” She smiled at the monk before looking back at Marguerite.
She feels something wrap around her leg, something slimy, a tentacle of some sort, pulling her up, far into the air. Through the blackness, Allune begins to see bizarre shapes and patterns throughout the void, patterns that seem impossible, that don't make any sense to her mind. More tentacles join the one around her leg, going around all of her limbs and pulling her upright. She looks up, noticing that the patterns now seems to coalesce. Staring into the blackness, Allune sees a dark shape, and knows instinctively that some...thing, is staring at her, right into her soul. The shape towers above her, unimaginably massive in size and scope, making Allune feel smaller than an ant, the scale of the creature watching her beyond her ability to comprehend. The blonde realises that in comparison to the behemoth, she's smaller than an ant. Though the tentacles holding her up are only barely wider than a human arm, she begins to see other tendrils, jaunting from the creature at odd angles, and realises that they alone are larger than any building she's ever seen, wider than Trakai Castle, taller than the spires of any cathedral. She looks back at its bizarre body, seeing what might be a head, its eyes not visible, but its gaze distinctly felt. All at once, Allune realises that her emotions are in conflict. All at once, she feels unabashed terror, a desire to get away from this thing at any cost, but at the same time feels a warmth, like she belongs here. Finally, she realises that her lust hasn't gone away, and indeed, the touch of the creature against her limbs sends her mind aflame. The creature drops her, and Allune feels herself falling for what seems like eons, before she's back in her warm bed, morning light pouring through her window. "Sure." He nods. Back inside the tavern, the men sit quietly, talking softly amongst themselves in small groups, or gambling, eyes darting now and again to the windows. On the whole, Mszczuj judges them to be suitably vigilant, without being scared. A few make conversation, but don't impede Mszczuj as he heads upstairs. On the way to his room, the Pole hears Lukas' voice muttering obscenities, while a woman cries out in lust. Passing another door, he hears Allune's voice, moaning sleepily. Heading into his own room, he settles in beside Eva, his pagan lover warming him, and quickly finds sleep. He wakes early the next day, Eva still asleep beside him.
The shadow wolf walks amongst the figurines, examining each one. It rubs its nose comfortably against several of them. Among those that the wolf seems comfortable with are Ophelia and her brother, Kuril, her own siblings, the Guardian and Angelo the monk. It rubs its nose against the carving of Sister Marguerite, the beautiful Inquisitor, but paws at it, and eventually Larisa realises that it's indicating that there's more to her than meets the eyes. The wolf growls, seeing the carving of the blonde Inquisitor. Upon reaching Miroslava's figurine, the wolf stops, unsure of itself. It seems unwilling to mark her as a threat, but at the same time, can't get comfortable around her icon like it did for the others.
Marguerite nods. "I had heard that your brother was inflicted." She makes the sign of the cross, suppressing a grin, before her voice sounds out, academically stating: "There are three ways, generally, to deal with imp toxin. The first is exorcism, but aside from cases where the victim is a danger to themselves or others, I'd generally refrain from using this option. The second, of course, is to wait it out. It will dissipate naturally over the course of a few days to a few weeks, depending on the amount injected and the fortitude of the victim. It's generally agreed that...carnal relations can speed the process. There is a third way, though I warn that it is blasphemous. The victim must perform a carnal act, tailored to them, that is highly taboo. What that act is, changes from person to person. Performing such an act gets rid of the stain of the toxin immediately." @unisol_gr44 Marguerite smiles politely at Ophelia. "I'm highly pleased that you agree. I'm sure that Angelo, I and the other inquisitors will not be a bother for you. Right, Brother Angelo?"
Mszczuj yawn as he wake up after short night. He rub his eyes for rest of sleep and move up. "Someone here is sleeping like gopher." He said to hersellf and fixed hair of Eva from her face, to kiss her in the lips. She looking so sexy, fully nude with blanket covering only her womanhood. He slowly stand up and put blanket on her, to warm her. "I should't but I will give you few more minutes to sleep." He said and go dress himself. With piece of metal and small belts it wasn't easy so it take him some time, as he tried to not wake up Eva.
@moonblack Angelo listened to Marguerite's explanation, if somebody knew how that worked it would be her. He smiled at Marguerite and turned to Ophelia, 'Uhm, yes, we'll try to keep out of your business as much as we can.'
Larisa found it interesting that it mostly mirrored her thoughts. While it had it’s own opinions, it seemed to genuinely like Olga and Ilya. Larisa didn’t see any reason the thing would lie, and much of it was pretty close to what she thought other than a few things. “I’m uncertain where she should go. She must be stronger than she let’s on, but I don’t know what she really wants. I don’t think she’s out to make is disappear though...and now, I think instead of having me killed she’d rather make me into her sex slave.” The witch was calm when making the conjecture about it, not as bothered by that as she probably should have been. Taking a look to Angelo, she was interested that their opinions differed. “I don’t see him as much of an issue on his own.” She then took a look to the woman beside him, the one that her shadowy partner pawed at. “The “inquisitor” woman whose a demon...but we already know that? Are you saying there’s something else on top of that? Do you know something I don’t?”
