Larisa grips Olga's ass, creeping a finger inside as her other arm goes to searching for the knight's lower waist to let his cock fly free. (Might be better to just skip this.)
Marguerite smiles. "I wish, no, some of these maps are loans from the order, and others were from Lady Miroslava. My men? Well, since I'm not a man, I have five troops, and one healer." She sighs. "We never anticipated that they'd be so numerous."
“It's alright, you're not bothering me,” Ophelia reassured the blonde, “I hope you enjoyed your nap. How do you like it here? Is it very different from your home?”
Mszczuj sit on the chair. "Yes, that will be problem. We need more men to deal with that treat and we have to gareth them fast. I will write report to my lord, Duke Siemowit, but it will be necessary to have permision of local Duke for more outsiders warriors. Did your Inquisition will send to us more their mens?" He asked and look at Angelo. " I guess, he is that healer what you talking about. "
The priest gulps. "T-This village... I believe that a group of widows, maddened with grief after their husbands perished in war, have foolishly been deceived by a witch into making a compact with the devil. Already livestock are beginning to show up dead, killed in horrific ways, and I fear that if they're not stopped soon, humans may be next." He shivers. "I beg you, help us. The bailiff is a cynical man, he and the guards aren't listening to my warnings. I went myself into the woods to confront these women, but demons beat me with clubs." He indicates bruises on his body. "I'm glad I made it out in one piece."
Allune nods, "That's a relief. And yeah, it was lovely. Sleeping in a proper bed after so long was great, I fell asleep almost instantly." She replied. "This place is... well, it's too soon to say. But it's nothing like my home. I mean, I lived in a regular village. Though my house was bigger than normal, it was still nothing like a castle."
"We have reinforcements arriving, yes." She looks to Angelo and shakes her head. "No, Angelo is a healer, but he's proven himself in combat, so I'm listing him among our fighters. A young priestess of ours, Volenca, is a dedicated healer, though I think she can do some fire spells too."
"How... curious..." Arne said... a group of widows sounded like something up his shelf. "Tell me more, about with and widows. I will investigate the matter." He decided.
Mszczuj nod for that. "So, until our reinforcements come we will have to waiting here, that is right? So I have ofert for you. Let's give my men day for rest and later we will send them as scouts in small party. Three mens, one mine, one of local garnison and one yours, because my men have less expirence in fighting against demons, diablos, succubs and other devil creatures. It will let them get know better each other, we will know what happen around us in area and we won't be suprise by another attack. "He look at papers. " May I borrow one? I need to write report and send him to Duke. "
Ophelia nodded. “I see... well, take your time and get used to Tarsovie, no reason to rush. If you would like something to read, the castle has a library – just ask a maid to show you the way.” The nobleman suggested. “Anyway, I'll leave you be now, but I hope we'll get to speak again later. Have a nice day, lady Allune. Come, Felina.” Ophelia gave a friendly smile and a small bow to Allune. Then she left the blonde behind and made her way back to her room, followed by her favorite maid. (I'll be unavailable for a bit – probably at least an hour, so I decided to end the conversation here for the moment. Sorry if it seems rushed.)
The priest nods. "There's only a handful of them. I'm not certain which widows are involved, and which were merely thinking about it. They're not bad women, your grace. Their sin came from the madness of grief. I only hope that they can be brought back to the light before the devil makes them his mistresses permanently." He crosses himself. "They were approached by a travelling witch one day. Sadly, I know not where she's hiding, just that she's out there in that forest." He sighs. "The widows here range in age from rather young, just in their twenties, to matrons in their forties. Apparently age doesn't always bring wisdom." He shakes his head.
"That's not a bad idea. Very well, we'll mix the groups. Paper, oh, of course." She passes Mzczuj a quill, ink and paper.
(Alright. She’ll just be doing whatever. If she ends up tagging along with someone as a npc, that’s fine. Should be apparent by now she doesn’t approve of maliciously evil actions, though she prefers practical solutions and killing the enemy off rather than leaving them be.)
"Let me decide on their guilt or lack of thereof, priest." Arne hemmed. "Do you have for me a place to start - you have to know at least one of them, as they used clubs on you..."
He shakes his head. "No. I mean yes, I know one, but the women didn't attack me, that was the work of some demons."
Arne raises an eyebrow at the statement. Did the widows put on costumes, had the help of local boys, was the priest laying after they rejected his advances or did the which truly had some power... so many possibilities. "Tell me, of her." He paused, waiting for the priest to explain. "Now, tell me of those devils - what kind of features were they?"
Mszczuj nod and flexibilite his fingers. "They task will be to become our ears and eyes in the area but without getting into fight. I think sending three groups at beginning in the direction should be enough." He said and write report to Duke Siemowit. For hands of Duke Siemowit IV, ruler of Mazowsze, heir of Polish kings dynasty of Piast. My Lord, I write to you this words from castle Tarsovia on Lithuanian. My master and comander sir Bolesław die from hands of Lithuanian noble in unnames villiage. I, Mszczuj from Ogrodzieniec take a lead after his men and we managed to bring murder of our comander to justice by brother of King, and we revenge sir Bolesław. The mission what you give to us, become more complicated than we excepted. Villages are pillages by order of black knights with red cross, who are leaded by men without face with unnatural skills and probably dark magic. For my own eyes I saw as he take arrow in head and still be alive. Black knights are also enough powerfull to lay a siege to castle of Tarnowskie, with much men and equipment in cannons and they almost succed. By God support, they didn't and now I meet with Inquisition mens, which have the same purpuse as ours and we decided to join our forces, but it is still not enough. I need more men to do your mission my Lord and I trust that you understand that treat is more dangrous than few burned villiages. I write this message in the presence of Inquisition leader, Marguerite. On your service, Mszczuj from Ogrodzieniec. Mszczuj use seal of sir Bolesław to paper and look at Marguerite. "I will need your seal too, my lady."
