Mszczuj thought a while about what should do next. "I think it is good idea to go practice bow shooting to evening and later just rest before mission. Sorry, but I have no better ideas."
'I see, I won't bring it up then,' Angelo said, 'Me? No, I don't pay much attention to politics. I think the Pope should be in Rome, so... I'd go with Boniface.' 'I'll go break camp, see you later,' Angelo said and left the tent, he told the two soldiers in Marguerite's employ to help her take down the tent and then went to his own. Stowing everything, the monk was ready to move again on the road.
@Tjf Lifting her wine glass, Larisa did the thing that would normally be done before taking a drink first, but ignored it. "Vyp'yem za to, chto my zdes' sobralis', i chtoby chashche sobiralis'" While the meaning might be a little lost on the Germans, Olga was happy to lift her glass in response, Illya following suit. "За наших милых дам” Olga happily responded by adding something in harder fire Russian too fast to really catch, but Illya rolled his eyes after sipping his wine to take a look at Ophelia. "Basically...Let’s drrrink because ve arrre herrre, May zis not be the last time."
Rhaelicca moans gently as Morwenna rubs against her pussy. "Well, maybe we should have gone and joined them." She kisses Morwenna gently. Her hands gliding up to feel up the girl's body.
He thinks for a moment. "Necromancy is nothing new, but merging two people together? No, that's something I've never heard of before. And why do it to a gamekeeper and his wife? Just because they were isolated?" Lukas smiles. "Maybe this isn't the best topic for dinner."
She nods, walking out with him. As they go to don their clothes, Mszczuj sees Morwenna and Rhaelicca locked in an embrace.
@Auraicide @moonblack Miroslava lifts her glass as well. "Well spoken, my girl. Now, let us dig in." Soon, the meal is finished, the servants clearing the table as the sun dips beneath the horizon. "Well, I thank you all for a memorable evening". Miroslava stands and leaves. Benacio stands as well. "Larisa, Sis, good night."
Over the next two months, the column travels north, circumnavigating the Alps, before heading into the heart of the Holy Roman Empire. Eventually, they head east, crossing the frontier into Poland. Throughout the journey, Angelo has enjoyed more sex than he could have imagined previously, Marguerite being available for him most nights. He's also furthered his skills with the mace, mastering the basics, beginning to understand the intermediate techniques. After months of travel, the party camps out for the night outside a village. On the horizon, Angelo can see the lights in the windows of a castle. Robert and Volenca begin helping him set up his tent.
Larisa, observing Benacio start to settle offers a warm smile. She didn't need to try working him over completely tonight." RRRest vell. I hope ourrr plans forrr tomorrrow arrre unchanged?" She looked less conscious about her difficulty speaking, though she internally had an odd thought come to mind. Could she make an auditory illusion to disguise it? That seemed like something she might want to look into later. It would be quite a bit more complex than the mostly simple ones she made. On the other hand, she was getting a lot of practice in with her new practical experience. Either way, it wasn't totally the time to focus on it, Larisa feeling it would be best to stay up until the rest retire.
Allune nods, smiling, "Ah, sorry. I was just curious, the spirits seemed disgusted by it. But, they're calm now." She replied as she puts down her plate.
Angelo helped put up his tent, a bit weary from a long day of walking, 'Thanks, you two. Any idea what the village and castle are called?
Though not much of a drinker Ophelia politely joined the siblings and took a small sip of her wine. The rest of the evening was uneventful, the people at the table making small talk and enjoying the food. After Miroslava left Ophelia got up as well. “I will see you all tomorrow. Good night, Larisa, Ilya, Olga,” she gave a nod and a smile to each of the siblings “Night, bro,” and to her brother.
“Sleep vell “ With everyone starting to call it a night, Larisa decided to do the same and head to her room...mostly aiming to practice her spells in private before she called it a night first. She was coming to rely on tbe trickery from illusions a lot, so finding a way to make more complicated things or objects on a larger scale would be useful and getting proper mastery was still a long road ahead. Creating monsters or people was something she eventually had to learn to. She had opened the door to what she could with them a crack, but the full potential was going to be a lot of work. @Tjf
Rhaelicca gives Mszczuj a knowing grin before going back to kissing Morwenna. Her hands continuing to explore the girl's body. If they wanted to join, she certainly wouldn't say 'no'
The surprisingly warm breeze sweeping the air, left Larisa to cover her mouth as she let out a yawn. Warm weather always made her feel ready to sleep and she could use it. She didn't know how much time she had spent shut up in her room for the night. She just remembered the orangish-yellow glow of the sunset creeping into the windows by the time she had to finally call it a night. The time to catch up on any proper sleep was cut short by her already promised plans for tomorrow and she was left walking alongside Benacio and Ophelia, but her brain a little too exhausted to pay attention to or take in any of the sights. The plan was that she'd spend as much time with them as possible, so she assumed Miroslava would be pleased. They didn't get a proper chance to conclude their "practice" session from last night, but they're would be other opportunities for it. Not that it was all for nothing...her skills were definitely coming along. She couldn't help but think how much farther she could have been if she just cut other people out of her life entirely. There was probably a reason to why most witches choose to live isolated and alone even if they weren't the ones being hunted. Larisa was left to follow along and try to pay proper attention to the foreigners as they kept along, looking for something worth seeing. @moonblack
Ophelia was already tired from the trip – perhaps more tired than she had realized. This tiredness combined with the satiation from the generous dinner and left her feeling rather sleepy. Even the sway of Felina's ass in her tight dress as the maid led Ophelia back to her room was not enough to overcome her sleepiness. I'll decide what to do about her tomorrow. No need to seduce anyone the very first night we're here. The young noblewoman decided as she changed her clothes. She sent the maid away and retired for the night. Morning cam a little too soon, making Ophelia wish that they had chosen a later time for their little trip. Still, she got dressed and joined Larisa and Benacio, curious what they would see in the town. (Is it just the three of them, or did they bring anyone else (such as Ilya and Olga) along?)
Without much in the way of a proper in place, the trio ended up wandering to the marketplace, various stalls of people selling things ranging in prices and quality, but all determined to try and draw attention. Larisa wasn’t really interested in crowded places or taverns, but the market was somewhat interesting if not for any other reason than the cultural differences. Figures and miniature statues of people she didn’t know, but looked important. There was all the sounds of clanking metal and smoke billowing from a forge, much to the annoyance of a clothing merchant. Larisa wasn’t sure where the Germans planned to go and knew she had to stick with them, so she was forced to turn her head to look longingly at at some stall showing off historical antiques, but resigned to follow along with the other two.
Ophelia did not have a specific destination in mind, thus for the moment she was happy to just explore the village and check out anything that caught her attention. She had never been this far east before, so she enjoyed comparing this place to the villages she had visited in the past. The people were wearing different clothes and had a bit different appearance, but overall seemed quite similar to the villagers she had met. When the trio reached the marketplace Ophelia made sure to keep her hand on her money pouch as she began checking out all the things for sale, curious to see what sort of items were available. Hmm, I could buy some small souvenirs to bring back home as gifts... Then again, that might be better to do when going back... I'll have to think about it some more. Checking on her companions Ophelia saw that Larisa was focused on some items that seemed to be historical antiques, while Benacio was busy staring at Larisa, specifically at one part of her. Leaning closer so that the young Russian woman would not hear them she whispered in his ear. “She's pretty so I'm not surprised you're interested, but you should spend less time staring at her butt and more time paying attention to your surroundings, bro. At least if you don't want to get robbed.” She advised him with a smirk before going back to checking out the items for sale. (Really not happy with this post, but I've been struggling with writer's block all day today. Sorry.)
Larisa noticed Ophelia whisper something to Benacio, but she didn't know what it was. There was little to be doing other than just make a mental note of all the stuff she wanted to come back and see later, and she went back to rejoin the other two as they moved on. (Can't really think of a lot to be doing here right now either. Sorry.)
