Her slave's eagerness has Saphielle on edge almost immediately. The willing submission on display as Ayla follows each of her commands providing almost as much stimulation as the tongue lapping up her abundant juices. Small quivers run through the borrowed body every time that her nose bumps her clit. Each host feels differently and the banshee's takes a moment to focus on exploring the different sensations that is uniquely Dawn's. Moaning her approval as she roughly clutches Ayla's head to steady herself. Yearning for more, Saphielle starts grinding her hips. Voice growing louder as the undulating movements inflame her lusts further, and sending her head spinning. "Keep that up. A few more decades of doing this and... Ah, yes! You're doing so well, slave." Breathing heavily, the throbbing of her clit and the ministration it receives increasingly dominating her thoughts. Ayla was a keeper and Saphielle dearly hoped she'd survive the cleansing of the tomb. Another necromancer to help her in her research would be very valuable, but Ayla's loyalty to the dead godling, or creature, or whatever he was, was an obstacle to that. Once he was out of the picture... Saphielle bends over, gripping the throne as something powerful shoots through her entire being, burning a hot path across her senses. It only takes a moment before she fully loses control, of everything. "Naughty toy." "Can't blame me for trying. MY body after all." "So, Dawn, what do you want to do with your body? Our little lich friend is oh so busy treating your cunt the way it deserves. Oh, I can still feel the sexy minx working so hard." "Take her body then." Saphielle laughs, it echoes inside of Dawn's skull. "And where would that leave you, my darling host?" The silence is palpable before she feels the control of the body slowly returning. "No keep it. A perfect chance for you to punish her for all those lives she's taken. How do you think this city ended up this way. I'll even lend you my magic." "Fuck you. You're just like her, and she's a..." "...a beautiful woman?" Another silence as Dawn chews on the banshee's word. "...No... a monster. Just leave me alone, succubus." Again in control, Saphielle caresses Ayla's hair. Her hips still twitching from cumming. "Let me release you, slave." The bindings and dildo turn to sand, leaving no mark where they had been there. She lowers herself to straddle the queen. Saphielle brushes a thumb over her glistening lips and brings it to her mouth, shivering with pleasure when tasting it with a flick of her tongue. "Hmm, we made such a mess on your throne." Her sultry voice telling Ayla she wasn't apologetic. "Good girl." Kissing her, feeling her lips melting as they meet. "I'll need a pair of vessels to bind the two spirits into." Saphielle rests against the queen, body draped over her lover as they share the limited space offered by the throne. "Two of the shambling corpses would do. Otherwise, I'd have to leave to get something from home before returning here." Tracing a lazy finger across the lich's skin as she waits for an answer about the drowned woman and burned man.
"They wouldn't let him have a weapon if he was just some innocent bystander. I'm just here to follow along, though personally, I never really liked sneaking about...but you should still try to take him out quietly....on the other hand if the rest are alerted, I enjoy giving displays of unfathomable power." It was really difficult to determine if she was just suicidally overconfident or not, but while Sarah couldn't see it, Zaria's lips shifted into a more serious look. "The best way to get the enemy to leave the town alone is showing off strength they cannot possibly have a chance against...but, they'll be much less confident when their little toy is broken so we should keep to stealth for now....then I recommend giving the order to simply wipe a few squadrons off the map to discourage them from coming anywhere near the region..but we can worry about all of that later. I'm still not one hundred percent on how all of these modern things work yet....it's better to just get rid of them so we aren't forced to deal with it later when they are actually ready for an attack."
Sandor says "I don't have any lodgings arranged so far, but I plan to stay at the church of Luenna, provided that there's room for me. Thank you for the warning, I'll make sure to keep a lookout." He bows respectfully, before leaving, heading to city hall as he originlly planned.
“Oh no, I think we should make a copy… I’m not saying I won’t come back, I’m saying I might come back covered in ichor, or you might need it while I’m away.” He says, though he’s actually quite interested in delaying his expedition against the cult, for a day at least. “We can work on it together. I don’t mind sharing a bed while we wait.” He says, with perhaps a touch more interest in his voice than would be strictly platonic.
@moonblack Silfiel sneaks closer and sees that the figure is a man and as she watches he uses his blade to cut down a few crops gathering them up, her patience is rewarded as she suddenly sees another figure and hears him call quietly, "Hurry it up, we can't let anyone see us," the second figure says and Silfiel can spot them. They appear to be female and are crouched a short distance away, they have a bow on their back and a quiver and are very impatiently waiting for the first figure to finish up. They are glancing around nervously and it's only luck and Silfiel's skill that has kept them from spotting her yet. @Mazoku Ayla hesitates momentarily as Saphielle grabs her head, but then quickly continues to push her tongue deep into Saphielle. Ayla shivers with arousal as she feels her mistress cum and she is completely unaware of the momentary lapse of control. She watches Saphielle patiently and then smiles as Saphielle caresses her head. She tenses momentarily as the binds and the dildo disappear and she smiles, "Thank you, mistress," she says and giggles, "the throne will be fine," she responds with a grin and then happily returns the kiss, enjoying the taste of Saphielle's lips again and she breathes out once the kiss is ended and hesitantly moves her hands to hug Saphielle as she rests against her. "All that is mine is yours," Ayla says in response to her request, "I'll summon some undead to serve as vessels for them," she says and then hesitates, "I feel I shouldn't deceive you though... They are... My parents. The ritual required me to sacrifice them. I wasn't aware it would bind them here like this as well," she says and then swallows, "anyway..." she says and two mummies enter and stand at attention, "These are yours to do what you need with them," she says gesturing to them. @Auraicide Sasha nods, "Alright... I guess we don't have a choice. You got my back, right?" she says before she closes her eyes and breathes in and then begins to carefully make her way towards the man, however as she starts to approach, he suddenly seems to vanish and Sasha freezes, "wha- where did he go" she says and Zaria spots him suddenly reappear behind Sasha his knife raised to strike. Sasha is glancing around and doesn't realize he's there. @Tjf "Staying at the church?" she asks looking thoughtful, "Well I suppose if that's what you wish. If you want better arrangements, I'm sure we could offer something," she says and then turns, "Well for now I should go get back to my other duties, I hope to see you again soon," she says. Sandor leaves and continues on his way to the city hall. He arrives at the city hall. It's a large two story building and as you enter you see there's a large ornate desk and a woman sitting behind the desk. Behind her there's a set of stairs heading up onto the second floor. The woman seems to be writing in a file before she glances up and spots you, "Oh! Apologies did you need something?" she asks, gesturing for you to come closer. She's got brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes. Wearing a white button up shirt and blue pencil skirt, "I'm Amaani Mirza, head administrator here. If you have anything you need from the mayor I can help you in her stead," she says with a smile and reaches a hand up to brush some of her hair back behind her ear, giving you a momentary glance of a tattoo on her neck, but it's hidden again before you can make out what it is. @GenericEditor168 She hesitates, "I suppose I can try to make a copy of the map, I don't know if it will be as well made though," she says looking thoughtful and then smiles, "Are you a good artist?" she asks amused and seems to have missed the interest in his voice, seemingly mistaking it for enthusiasm for the job, "We can start right now. I'll go get some blank paper!" she says and moves leaving him in the room alone for the moment.
Well, that changes things... Silfiel had been considering trying to capture the man, but the woman's presence made that very difficult – it would be nearly impossible to capture both of them. Time for a change of plans. I'll try to follow them and see where they will go. Then I will decide what to do next. I should also keep an eye out for anything I could use to identify them during the day. The elf decided. She continued to observe the pair, focused on not getting spotted and not letting them get away.
"I was actually coming to ask about the recent disasters that have occurred. I'm here to lend whatever assistance I can." He gives her his most charming smile, his good looks and fae charm going some way to balance out his lack of experience with women, as he remembers what he was told about the thief's sign. "What a lovely tattoo. What's that design?"
"Not really, I usually... ah. Oh well." He gets up after she's left and starts to pace the room, tail swishing behind him as he looks around for anything of note in the room that he missed on his first glance while trying not to look too obvious about it in case she comes back unexpectedly. He toys with the idea of taking advantage of her absence to set up some kind of charm on her, but pushes the thought away; there's too many things that could go wrong. Far, far too many things.
Zaria didn't have time to explore a lot of options. There was the opponent, he was clearly a threat and she needed to act right then and there. It didn't much energy for her to manipulate her heat into a blinding flare right against the would be assassin's face, the flash and explosion bright and loud enough that it would grab Sarah's attention and force the guy to hold on his attack. For him to close that much distance in such a short time. He obviously wasn't normal, but he looked to be just about as killable as anything else. However, she only enjoyed last minute surprise abilities in battle when she was the one doing it. The brief reprieve from whatever time she bought, wasn't going to last long. While he'd recover from the flare and confusion quickly, the dijinn needed to follow up and manipulate her magic. Even if she wasn't taking the time to properly calculate all the angles, she had still been through her share of war and power hungry treasure hunters to have enough combat experience to make a move. Not reforming yet, as she moved through the air in her virtually invisible state to get behind him in return, she projected a mirage of herself directly in front of him and Sarah. Identical to her appearance, floating in the air in seemingly solid form and giving that confident rich laugh at her sudden appearance before him. The mirage being an extension of herself, the laughter and gestures with it's hand coming to her face, eyeing her opponent full of disdain, captured her actual self perfectly. "Well, isn't that cute? Did you think you'd just get a cheapshot and it'd be over like that? Oh no. It's a knife. He's got a knife, Sarah. What am I going to do?" He only targeted Sarah specifically. He couldn't have been aware of her presence before that. She knew that. If he was prepared for her, he'd have done something to make sure she couldn't have intervened before trying to take out the mortal. The unexpected challenger and her mocking would definitely change his plans, since he now had to determine what kind of threat she would be. "How about I just...." The mirror image of herself raise one arm as the seeming appearance of flame came, swirling alongside the arm and the flames that made her clothes starting to spark up into bright white hot flames, clearly telegraphing a big attack coming. Any heat they felt was just a side effect of the dijinn's actual presence, as formless as she was. As things were now, he'd chalk it up to a serious threat coming from the mirage and have to focus on getting rid of it quickly. It was just a stall tactic really, as Zaria felt around the room for what was interactable. Any sharp metal or stones that could be made to send a barrage into this guy while he'd be caught off guard. Inside the tower itself, it was likely much easier to find something touchable with magic that wasn't being protected from the external shell of the tower. He was quick on his feet, so she'd aimed to take the opportunity to send whatever objects, small or large at him and in as many directions at once. She wasn't sure if that would really cut it, but she'd be able to see if he was just fast or actually teleporting.
Her newest slave knew just what to say,. But, as before, no, not yet. Everything is an expansive concept, and Saphielle still had much of Ayla to claim as her own. Placing a quick and soft kiss on Ayla's cheeks, before, like a limber cat, stretching her body and rises from the throne. "Oh, my lovely Ayla," cooing, cupping one of her hands reassuringly in hers, "guilt only gets in the way." Their souls had been left there, unbound to her will for so long and allowed to languish. What a waste. She slides the liches fingers between hers, clasping the hand and brings it to her naked chest. "But if it makes it easier, they'll find happiness as they serve alongside you as one of my dolls. When I let you get reacquainted to their new selves, maybe I'll have your mother turning your pussy into a mess, like you did mine earlier. Hmm, as a reward for being such a good girl." Kissing the knuckles of Ayla's fingers as she extricates her hand and turns around to prepare the spell. First, of course she had to find the pair of ghosts. Sending out her senses, trying to find them in the miasma of death that enveloped this place. Then call them to her once she found them.
@moonblack After a short time the man has gathered a relatively small, compared to the overall fields, but still large in terms of actual quantity, amount of crops and hurries over to the woman, "Alright that should be enough to feed everyone, let's get back," the man says and the woman nods. The man begins to head off and the woman remains still for a bit seemingly watching to make sure they aren't followed before turning to head after the man, both of them heading off to the north a ways. Despite the woman's caution, Silfiel finds it pretty easy to follow them without them noticing and eventually they arrive at their destination. The moon is high in the sky as Silfiel watches them enter what appear to be the abandoned remains of a city. The city is a simple mass of abandoned buildings. They appear intact other than signs of wear brought on by a lack of maintenance over many years and a curious lack of windows as if all the windows in the city had been smashed a long time ago. Following the two while remaining stealthy becomes more difficult as Silfiel needs to keep them in view while navigating the winding streets of the city. Eventually they arrive at a building. A faded sign labels the building as "Arm-i Head-s" various letters on the sign no longer readable. The two figures head inside and you catch a glimpse through a first floor window of another figure waiting inside, before they move towards the entrance and out of view of the window. The building is about 5 stories with at least two windows at each floor making it extremely easy to enter. Multiple avenues of intrusion present themselves, the front entrance obviously, though it's doubtful you would not be noticed entering that way, as well as window entrance on any of the above ground floors. It's also possible though not immediately noticeable from her current position that their might be an alternate back entrance somewhere around the other side of the building. @Tjf Amaani nods, "Oh yes... The recent devastation is a terrible thing. So, many lives lost and even those who survived, many are left without homes. It's unfortunate that the mayor is... Rather inexperienced and her desire to help the poor suffering people has been hampered by a number of mistakes in our attempt to gather and send out aid..." she states and then as you ask about the tattoo her demeanor immediately changes for a moment, becoming immediately guarded, "What... Tattoo? Oh it's nothing. Just something I got in my younger rebellious days, please just ignore it," she says quickly a hint of warning in her voice and her hand moves to quickly cup the side of her neck hiding it, "if you wish to help out though, the mayor is free at the moment and I can let you go in and see her," she says quickly seemingly trying to get your attention off the topic. @GenericEditor168 Left alone in the room he looks around. The only things that might draw his attention are the work desk and the chest of drawers. One drawer obviously contains her underwear, but the other two drawers are a mystery, though it could be assumed that they might simply hold other clothes. There is also the possibility she might have something interesting under her bed as the bed does sit about a foot off the ground. If she's simply gone to find paper, she probably won't be gone very long and if he does decide to make use of this time, he probably won't have enough time to thoroughly check more than one of these things. @Auraicide The man lets out a gasp and backs off moving a hand to his face to block his eyes as the flare goes off and Sasha turns, jumping in shock at noticing where he is, the realization of how close she came to disaster obvious from her wide eyes. Zaria's appearance does seem to shock the man as he turns his attention to her, Sasha quickly moving to get away from him and beside the illusionary Zaria. Raising her gloved hand defensively. The arena like room was pretty bare not offering much in the way of things to grab, though there was the chair the man had been sitting in. It was a simple wooden four legged, backed chair. At the same time the man and Sasha watched as Zaria seemingly summoned forth a large flame and the man seemed to vanish again, but this time Zaria can notice him move, moving so fast as to be near invisible as he rushes towards the false Zaria slashing with his knife towards her throat. At the same time Sasha spots him reappear and lunges forth trying to grab his knife arm with her gloved hand. @Mazoku Ayla blushes at the kiss and allows Saphielle's hand to entangle her own and swallows as she feels her hand pressed against Saphielle's chest. Surprisingly though, Saphielle's offer is met with disdain as opposed to happiness. Ayla's lips curl into a snarl, "I'd rather never see them again and while I appreciate your offer the idea of your proposal disgusts me," she says pulling her hand away suddenly, "my parents hated me, I was more than happy to sacrifice them. My only regret was not knowing that they'd remain to continue tormenting me," she says and watches Saphielle turn away, "Unfortunately they alone in this city are immune to my powers. I can't call them forth, banish them or control them in any way," she explains. Saphielle searches for them and finds something surprising. Despite Ayla's words, Saphielle actually finds four strange entities within the palace. The two spirits are immediately recognizable, filled with anger, but there are two others. One is coming from another room in the palace and radiates a lonely and sad energy and the other is coming from directly beneath where Saphielle is standing. The presence beneath them causes Saphielle to feel slightly ill as it's essence reaches her.
"Oh, I apologise. I meant no offense, it just seemed like a pretty design. A thousand pardons." He bows. "If it's no trouble, I'd very much like to see the mayor."
Interesting... so they are stealing the crops to feed a group of people... but what sort of people, I wonder... Silfiel continued to tail the pair undetected. So, there is at least one more person inside, but likely more. Fighting them all on my own is out of the question. I should try to learn as much as possible about the place before going back. The elf decided to first take a careful look around the building and find as many potential entrances and exits as possible, and also examine the surrounding buildings. Then she would go back to Sophie's place and decide what to do next. She would do her best to remain hidden, just in case, and to check for anyone trying to follow her, the way she had followed the pair.
The chair itself wasn't a match of her abilities, severing the legs and splintering the remains of the base with ease. She didn't think these would be quite enough to threaten him on their own, but they were wood and when you controlled heat, giving it it's own flair was easy to make a barrage formed by a bunch of burning tiny toothpick sized projectiles to launch into his direction. Her first instinct was Sasha being in the way. The man lost the element of surprise, but she was unsure how well the girl would do on her own on roughly even footing. He made his slashing attempt against the mirage, and for it to react accordingly, projecting Zaria's thoughts as it laughed while turning transparent. "Too bad. I'm over here." He clearly couldn't sense magical beings and didn't seem to possess any real abilities. He actually did seem quite strong for a mortal....but she'd need to dispose of him regardless. She simply made another illusion this time, only a few feet away from him in the opposite direction to force him to look in the opposite direction of the burning spikes of wood. This illusion, didn't float this time, instead settling to be roughly lowered on the ground, a burning scimitar in hand, looking like it was ready to engage him directly. Still in relative safety, she had to think of her approach as the burning wooden spikes came directly behind with the intent to impale his arms and legs. He didn't have the ability to see where she was and illusions didn't take much effort on her part with full access to her magic. She couldn't tell the exact nature of the dagger he used, but she was assuming it was steel since rarely anyone would bother using iron over the superior steel weapons. This might have a safe assumption in her time, but she was using her knowledge of warfare from how many years ago that how safe the assumption was, might be questionable. Even if he attacked her physically himself, it wasn't going to work. This was her own sandbox to play in. She could drive him up the wall and frustrate him to the point of insanity if she wanted, but he'd eventually turn his attention to attacking Sarah. She still would rather keep him alive too since he probably knew more about what the deal with this place was than her. Settling on a plan, she let the faint heat waves start to come close together, forming a wavy cloud that took solid shape, as she properly joined the engagement herself, raising her arm, a very real burning whip coming in hand that she immediately lashed out with, all while the guy would still be left having to deal with trying to focus on so many things happening all at once, the dijinn knowing that odds were he was going to brush her actual appearance off as just her fucking with him and it being another illusion.
It pleased Saphielle to hear that rage burning within the queen, finding her more beautiful than before with her expression turned into one of undisguised loathing and fury. So like a banshee - like herself - in some ways. Feeling laughter bubbling up her throat. "Apologies, Ayla." She said as the mirth in her voice finally faded. They still had so much to learn about each other. Saphielle crocked her neck once she started sensing the parents. "Their anger is the same for you as yours is for them. But the difference of course is that they are mere embers compared to you. Weak and useless. Entirely. At. My. Mercy." The same chain she had used to bind Ayla emerged from her outstretched hands, but far, far stronger and glowed with intense blue light. Her fingers forming claws that twitched and guided the chains slithering through to their targets before she clasped the ends and pulled hard enough to strangle them. Even if they couldn't die, they could feel pain. The last of the spirits worried her, reminding her too much of what had occurred outside the palace, and as soon as she had the parents in her grasp, closed off her senses to cut off its influence. Shaking the sickness off with a noticeable wince and a grimace. This place really needed to be ground to dust and have its ground consecrated. With that thought, Saphielle turned her attention toward the third, feeling a little relieved to do so. A survivor of whatever happened here? Something else entirely? "There's another spirit here, in the palace. A friend of yours, or another pest?" She didn't wait for an answer, striding forth to the pair of mummies as the burning man and drowned woman came into view. After disconnecting the chains from her palm with a effort of will, she took more firmly hold of the ends and thrust them into the hearts of the dried corpses. The chains coiled and writhed before becoming taut and rigid. They started to inch closer to mummies, one link at a time, giving Saphielle some time before they were fully absorbed. With her hands freed, she placed them over the mummies' heads, mumbling a mantra to focus her mind as she started laying the necessary enchantments to bind the spirits Corpses were far more complicated than stone or porcelain to use as a vessel to Saphielle. Just one of a long list of reasons she hated working with them. After she had taken home, she intended to send them wandering out into the desert for as long as they lasted. Hopefully, some hungry lion wouldn't mind the rotting meat and tear them apart.
He thinks for a moment, before deciding that there's probably not much of note in the drawers, so he drops down and peers under the bed, staying as alert as he can for her coming back.
@Tjf She huffs, her chest rising and falling quickly as she takes a deep breath in and then breathes out, "If you wish to see the mayor, simply head up those steps behind me. Her office is on the second floor. It has a big plate on the door. Should be hard to miss," she says, her hand still holding her neck protectively. @moonblack Silfiel scouts out the building and finds there is indeed a back entrance with a steel door. The door appears to be locked, but probably wouldn't be too hard to open as years of wear have weakened the lock considerably. There does also appear to be a maintenance entrance on the roof, but with all the open windows it's not likely to be a better entrance than any of them would probably be. The nearby buildings are all in a similar state and also seemingly entirely empty. Retreating back to Sophie's farm, Silfiel is satisfied that no one is following her and arrives back at the farm without issue. @Auraicide Sasha manages to grab hold of his arm with her gloved hand and he seems to tense and then tosses Sasha back as he vanishes from the spot retreating to a distance and dropping to his knees. His hand not holding the knife stabs into the pocket of his hoody fishing for something hurriedly and Sasha seems to be watching him with amusement, "All it takes is one touch," she says and then giggles, "You got lucky at first, but you'll have to get lucky again in order to survive against me," she says, suddenly all cocky. He seems debilitated, but you notice him slip a bottle seemingly filled with pills out of his pocket. It seems like he'd be unable to react to any of Zaria's manifestations, illusions or the burning chair toothpicks if they were to attack him now. @Mazoku Ayla nods, seemingly accepting the apology and then smiles accepting the seemingly indirect compliment. She watches eagerly as the chains go and grab hold of the two spirits. They are pulled towards the throne room, doing nothing to resist. As Saphielle asks about the spirit, Ayla shrugs, "All my friends are walking corpses. If it's a spirit it's not mine.," she answers. The spirits continue to show no resistance as they are dragged towards the mummies and Ayla continues to watch seemingly a little anxious at the sight of the two spirits. Saphielle's ritual goes off without a hitch and soon the spirits are bound into the corpses and Ayla applauds, "That was very impressive!" she says enthusiastically, "Your going to do the same to me too... Pull my soul from this body and put it into something else, right?" she asks sounding a little nervous. @GenericEditor168 Checking under her bed he finds nothing much, a few discarded socks and a forgotten shirt, but there's something else he finds under her bed. There's a marking of some kind. cut into the floor seemingly with a knife. It's hard to make out, but there's a strange warmth coming from it. Tlazohuitl would probably recognize it as a component of some sort of ritual, but not anyone he'd recognize.
He just hopes it's a friendly ritual - even though there aren't many of those - as he goes back to sitting on the bed.
Sasha had did..something. She wasn’t such a simple girl, after all. She wasn’t sure how that ability could affect her, but she made a note that she’s need to be potentially cautious of it. She had assumed the girl was going to be entirely outclassed by the enemy, and it was a pleasant surprise to see her prove to be as capable as she made herself out to be. But Zaria never really was impressed by arrogance from humans. Even the genie as confident as she was, still loved conflict only after she had stacked everything in her favour. Whatever the situation, she wasn’t going to give him any opportunities, attacking all at once with her illusions and actual attacks knowing he wouldn’t know what to focus on while dealing with whatever Sasha had just done.
