The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

[Tjf]

This place looked clearly suspicious and she took an educated guess, this was probably it. Getting into a fight with their whole gang like tbis, would be an issue, so Danielle approached a bar stool and sat, hoping that if she just acted confident like she was supposed to be there, that would confuse them for now as she thought on what to do.

"W-What can I get you?" The innkeep, a thin, balding man in his thirties, asks nervously, the gangers now looking at him to see if he has any connection with Danielle. One of the gangers heads behind the bar, opening a small door there and walking through into a back room, where the enchantress catches the briefest glimpse of a stone object, about the size of a human fist, engraved with a rune that glows with magical light. Though her attunement to magical energy isn't the strongest, Danielle gets the sense that the stone is a potent source of magic. The door closes behind the ganger, and her view of the item is cut off.

 

[Thorn_]

"W-What can I get you?" The innkeep, a thin, balding man in his thirties, asks nervously, the gangers now looking at him to see if he has any connection with Danielle. One of the gangers heads behind the bar, opening a small door there and walking through into a back room, where the enchantress catches the briefest glimpse of a stone object, about the size of a human fist, engraved with a rune that glows with magical light. Though her attunement to magical energy isn't the strongest, Danielle gets the sense that the stone is a potent source of magic. The door closes behind the ganger, and her view of the item is cut off.

It made snese. The trill would be drawn to magical things like this even if it didn’t realize it. How to actually get it was another challenge. For now, Danielle played things like it was normal. “The usual. Red wine.”

 

[moonblack]

Madeline strides outwards, a bundle of energy as she heads out of the castle and down towards town. After having breakfast at one of the market stalls, the young woman leads her brother into a tailor, to have a new dress commissioned. What follows is a good half hour of boredom, as Varrin waits in the front while Madeline is measured in the back. Several attractive women enter and leave the store, some sharing flirty grins with the young man, but none show any real interest.

After what seems like an eternity, Varrin hears his sister call his name. Heading into her fitting room, he sees his sister completely naked, her curvy body entirely bare for his viewing pleasure, as she holds several pieces of richly coloured fabric. "I'm having some trouble deciding on the colour. What do you think? Red, blue or green?" She holds the fabric against her skin in a way that does nothing to cover up her breasts or pussy.

“Hmm, that's a tough one. I'm sure they will all look good on you. Let me think...” Varrin pretends to actually be thinking about the question instead of just ogling Madeline's naked body – though the bulge in his pants makes it obvious that her tempting nudity has not gone unnoticed.

“I think you should go with blue. You'll look stunning!” The young man finally suggested after some more ogling... er, thinking.

 

[Tjf]

Trista think about their options, but answer was clear for her.
"Yesh, no need to rush. Let's stay in the inn and give rest for horses. Some ale to whip of dust of road would be nice too."

They reach the inn a half hour or so after sundown, with a light drizzle raining down from the skies to land on Trista's hair and armour. The structure itself is nothing remarkable, a two story wooden building with a stable next to it, built along the forest road in a clearing where the trees have retreated back on both sides several hundred paces. Trista notes, however, that all around the clearing are rows of torches, standing upright from the ground on sturdy wooden stakes, and burning hot enough that the light rain isn't putting them out. The torches bathe the entire area in an orange glow.

In front of the inn stands an old man wearing a cloak and holding a lantern, who looks at the newcomers with suspicious eyes. "Who're you three?"

 

[Tjf]

"Thank you." Mirellia said in her usual tone, as she ate. And being more than used to having men's gazes locked on her body, she doesn't think much of Gunther's stare. But, as her body grew warmer, the sexy milf shakes her head. Brushing it off as her noble blood celebrating that fact that she has once again ate a luxurious meal. However, as her already frustrated mind started to wander. Mirellia gulped, a sudden flash of her father-in-law jumping at her, and taking her right then and there. Or Caster suddenly stopping the carriage in the middle of nowhere, only to enter, and defile her body however he wishes... or the more perverse thought of her slightly overweight son touching her as she slept. While her naughty thoughts played out, Mirellia didn't even notice how much she's eaten. "Oh, uhm, thank you for the meal. It was delicious." She said as she stands up, but Gunther could notice her flushed cheeks. "I will take my leave now, I will see you tomorrow. Good night." The sexy milf said in an uncharacteristicly rapid way, before rushing off to her room.

Gunther nods to her. "Good night, my dear." If Miriella wasn't distracted, she'd notice that her father in law's smile has an unsettlingly devious tinge to it. Back inside her room, the noblewoman feels herself growing hotter, her fantasies becoming more vivid, and her pussy growing wet.

 

[Tjf]

It made snese. The trill would be drawn to magical things like this even if it didn’t realize it. How to actually get it was another challenge. For now, Danielle played things like it was normal. “The usual. Red wine.”

Hands shaking, the barkeep nods, pouring some wine for her and handing it over. A particularly large gang member grunts. "The same for me."

As the barkeep pours another wine, the ganger sits down beside Danielle. "Never seen you around 'ere before."

 

[Thorn_]

Hands shaking, the barkeep nods, pouring some wine for her and handing it over. A particularly large gang member grunts. "The same for me."

As the barkeep pours another wine, the ganger sits down beside Danielle. "Never seen you around 'ere before."

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“Really?” Danielle feigned surprise. The ganger had approached and she doubted it was meant to be friendly, trying to vet why she was so confident coming here. “I do a lot of my shopping for things you can’t just get anywhere else here. Strange, we never met.”

 

[asddas193]

Gunther nods to her. "Good night, my dear." If Miriella wasn't distracted, she'd notice that her father in law's smile has an unsettlingly devious tinge to it. Back inside her room, the noblewoman feels herself growing hotter, her fantasies becoming more vivid, and her pussy growing wet.

The sexy milf's usual cold, and perceptive self may have noticed Gunther's smile. Unfortunately, Mirellia was far too panicked due to her suddenly horny state to. And as the fantasies grew vivid, her mind began to get clouded in a haze of lust. Once she got in her room, she slams the door shut, but forgets to lock it as she hurriedly removed her dress. "Hah. Hah. What is wrong with me. Mmh." She panted like a bitch in heat, as she got on the bed wearing nothing but her erotic lingerie. "Aahn." She moaned as her hand brushes against her already erect nipple. Mirellia then leaned back, spreading her stocking-clad legs wide as her other hand moves toward her pussy. The sexy milf shuts her eyes, letting her fantasies of Gunther take over as she played with her needy cunt.

 

[Tjf]

“Hmm, that's a tough one. I'm sure they will all look good on you. Let me think...” Varrin pretends to actually be thinking about the question instead of just ogling Madeline's naked body – though the bulge in his pants makes it obvious that her tempting nudity has not gone unnoticed.

“I think you should go with blue. You'll look stunning!” The young man finally suggested after some more ogling... er, thinking.

Madeline evidently agrees, giving a brilliant smile and a twirl that shows off her body yet again, before heading to the tailor. "You heard him, I'll have it in blue." After paying and redressing, Madeline leads her brother once more through the streets, buying various goods and knick knacks that go straight into Varrin's hands to carry. She spots a man in flamboyant colours in the town square, announcing to the crowd. "Come one, come all! See Dandelion, the greatest bard and poet of a generation, performing in the theatre! Buy your tickets quickly, before they're all sold out!"

Madeline is delighted by the prospect, heading quickly to the theatre. "Dandelion himself! I've heard that he's a master!" As she walks, however, Varrin spots two men leaning against a wall and paying altogether too much attention to his sister. She gets a lot of attention from both men and women, but these two, pale skinned men wearing expensive black garments over muscular bodies, don't seem to be looking at Madeline with lust, but instead with seething anger.

 

[Tjf]

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“Really?” Danielle feigned surprise. The ganger had approached and she doubted it was meant to be friendly, trying to vet why she was so confident coming here. “I do a lot of my shopping for things you can’t just get anywhere else here. Strange, we never met.”

(Does this work?)
The ganger takes a long sip. "Well, we've met now. I'm Aubry. Run things around here." He looks her directly in the eyes, expression unclear. "You doing some shopping now? What're you lookin' fer?"

 

[Thorn_]

(Does this work?)
The ganger takes a long sip. "Well, we've met now. I'm Aubry. Run things around here." He looks her directly in the eyes, expression unclear. "You doing some shopping now? What're you lookin' fer?"

“Aurby, nice to talk to the boss. I’m Danielle.” The redhead looked at him, giving a friendly smile. He looked capable of being dangerous if he wanted to be, but she assumed if he was the boss, then he’d have a mind for business.

“I’m looking for compound minerals for crafting. Stones with magic resonance...glowing rocks.” She tried to make it as clear and easy to understand as possible.

 

[Tjf]

The sexy milf's usual cold, and perceptive self may have noticed Gunther's smile. Unfortunately, Mirellia was far too panicked due to her suddenly horny state to. And as the fantasies grew vivid, her mind began to get clouded in a haze of lust. Once she got in her room, she slams the door shut, but forgets to lock it as she hurriedly removed her dress. "Hah. Hah. What is wrong with me. Mmh." She panted like a bitch in heat, as she got on the bed wearing nothing but her erotic lingerie. "Aahn." She moaned as her hand brushes against her already erect nipple. Mirellia then leaned back, spreading her stocking-clad legs wide as her other hand moves toward her pussy. The sexy milf shuts her eyes, letting her fantasies of Gunther take over as she played with her needy cunt.

Eyes firmly closed, Miriella begins to feel fingers touching her thighs, her body so sensitive that even light petting fills her mind with pleasure. The fingers pull apart the noblewoman's legs, and lips trail their way upwards, planting light kisses on her thighs, until they reach her pussy. The lips kiss her clitoris, making Mirellia buck her lips with pleasure, before a tongue reaches out to lick her, giving the milf more pleasure than she's experienced since Gustav entered and exited her life so many years ago.

It isn't long until the tongue eating out her pussy drives Mirellia to a powerful orgasm, making her scream and spasm on the bed, her eyes flying open. Looking between her legs, she sees Gunther, smirking as he eats his daughter in law's pussy. Briefly, the elderly man pulls away from her cunt, saying "This is a dream, Mirellia, a fantasy. A glimpse at what you truly desire. With the haze of lust enveloping the merchant's wife, she finds herself accepting the explanation, and before she can begin to question Gunther's words, arguing that this feels to real to be a dream, Gunther is back to work, quickly driving her into a second orgasm that drives away any semblance of rational thought.

 

[Tjf]

“Aurby, nice to talk to the boss. I’m Danielle.” The redhead looked at him, giving a friendly smile. He looked capable of being dangerous if he wanted to be, but she assumed if he was the boss, then he’d have a mind for business.

“I’m looking for compound minerals for crafting. Stones with magic resonance...glowing rocks.” She tried to make it as clear and easy to understand as possible.

"You some sort of mage?" Aubry tilts his head slightly. "We might be able to accommodate you, for the right price."

 

[Thorn_]

"You some sort of mage?" Aubry tilts his head slightly. "We might be able to accommodate you, for the right price."

“I got gold. How does 200 crowns sound?”

 

[asddas193]

Eyes firmly closed, Miriella begins to feel fingers touching her thighs, her body so sensitive that even light petting fills her mind with pleasure. The fingers pull apart the noblewoman's legs, and lips trail their way upwards, planting light kisses on her thighs, until they reach her pussy. The lips kiss her clitoris, making Mirellia buck her lips with pleasure, before a tongue reaches out to lick her, giving the milf more pleasure than she's experienced since Gustav entered and exited her life so many years ago.

It isn't long until the tongue eating out her pussy drives Mirellia to a powerful orgasm, making her scream and spasm on the bed, her eyes flying open. Looking between her legs, she sees Gunther, smirking as he eats his daughter in law's pussy. Briefly, the elderly man pulls away from her cunt, saying "This is a dream, Mirellia, a fantasy. A glimpse at what you truly desire. With the haze of lust enveloping the merchant's wife, she finds herself accepting the explanation, and before she can begin to question Gunther's words, arguing that this feels to real to be a dream, Gunther is back to work, quickly driving her into a second orgasm that drives away any semblance of rational thought.

"Haaahn!" Mirellia let out an erotic moan, that one would doubt that she could even make noises like it. With her orgasm slowly coming down, she was shocked that her fantasies had become so... real. "A dream..." She repeated, and with how cloudy her mind had become, she couldn't deny Gunther's words. And as she accepted it, Mirellia bites her lips, "T-then..." She gulped, spreading her legs wider, and moving her drenched panties to the side. Revealing her neatly groomed pubic hair, and her soaked, pink pussy. "R-rape me." She said, her cheeks growing red as she spoke of her fantasies, that would shock anyone that knew her usual cold self.

 

[Regin34]

They reach the inn a half hour or so after sundown, with a light drizzle raining down from the skies to land on Trista's hair and armour. The structure itself is nothing remarkable, a two story wooden building with a stable next to it, built along the forest road in a clearing where the trees have retreated back on both sides several hundred paces. Trista notes, however, that all around the clearing are rows of torches, standing upright from the ground on sturdy wooden stakes, and burning hot enough that the light rain isn't putting them out. The torches bathe the entire area in an orange glow.

In front of the inn stands an old man wearing a cloak and holding a lantern, who looks at the newcomers with suspicious eyes. "Who're you three?"

Trista rise hand in friendly welcome, to watcher.
"Tired travelers looking for shelter and warm meal for night. Do you have free rooms for us?" She make sure, her medalion is visible on her armor,as she slow down horse, to show old men, they have no ill intentions.

 

[Tjf]

'I can see what I can do, but you should seek out a proper healer as soon as you can,' Ard told the witcher and dismounted his horse. He approached the dh'oine noble with his water skin and a small flask of alcohol in hand, he was not a medic but every Huntsman had to at least be able to treat a comrades wounds until they could be brought back to Tir na Lia.

Kneeling beside the Human girl, his eerily pale eyes scanned the arrow and wound, 'I would advise against removing the arrow until you have proper care, but I can clean the wound around it to keep it from festering.' Getting to work, Ard tried his best to dress the wound around the arrow with whatever medical knowledge he had picked up in the many decades he had lived.

The noble listens intently, gritting her teeth as Ard does his work, while the witcher leans against a wall with her eyes closed. When he's finished, Ard sees that he's done a decent enough job, and though the noble is in pain, she's no longer disabled like she was before. Before he rises, however, the woman plants a kiss on the elf's cheek. "Thank you, sir. I owe you greatly for stepping in. If you ever find yourself in Vizima, you would be a welcome guest at my estate. I'm Estelle, by the way. Estelle Villotette. Ah!" She cries out as she tries to move too quickly.

 

[moonblack]

Madeline evidently agrees, giving a brilliant smile and a twirl that shows off her body yet again, before heading to the tailor. "You heard him, I'll have it in blue." After paying and redressing, Madeline leads her brother once more through the streets, buying various goods and knick knacks that go straight into Varrin's hands to carry. She spots a man in flamboyant colours in the town square, announcing to the crowd. "Come one, come all! See Dandelion, the greatest bard and poet of a generation, performing in the theatre! Buy your tickets quickly, before they're all sold out!"

Madeline is delighted by the prospect, heading quickly to the theatre. "Dandelion himself! I've heard that he's a master!" As she walks, however, Varrin spots two men leaning against a wall and paying altogether too much attention to his sister. She gets a lot of attention from both men and women, but these two, pale skinned men wearing expensive black garments over muscular bodies, don't seem to be looking at Madeline with lust, but instead with seething anger.

Varrin acted as if he had not noticed the two men. Moving closer to his sister he pretended to stat a normal conversation. “Yes, I've heard about him as well. Hopefully he's worth the money... and while we're watching you can tell me what did you do, because I see a couple of very angry pale-skinned men staring at you – and believe me, it's not lust that makes them glare at you...” His tone was rather low – Madeline would have no trouble hearing him, but anyone more than a couple of steps away would not be able to understand a word, thanks to all the hustle and bustle around them.

 

[Tjf]

“I got gold. How does 200 crowns sound?”

"Like you're lowballing me." Aubry grunts. "Make it four hundred." He orders some more wine, and is served immediately. Danielle gets the sense, however, that despite Aubry's words, he'd be open to haggling. Clearly he has respect for mages, or at least for their powers. "Unless you want to pay another way." Again, with his monotone, it's up to interpretation what he's proposing.

 

[Thorn_]

"Like you're lowballing me." Aubry grunts. "Make it four hundred." He orders some more wine, and is served immediately. Danielle gets the sense, however, that despite Aubry's words, he'd be open to haggling. Clearly he has respect for mages, or at least for their powers. "Unless you want to pay another way." Again, with his monotone, it's up to interpretation what he's proposing.

Danielle thought about it and swallowed down her wine. She wasn’t too naive to not know what he was getting at, but she wasn’t going to go through with something like that. “300. I can see vein damage from here.” She suspected he probably didn’t know enough about magic to correct and for a minute she did think about what she could do with this rock and how to put it to use for her own work, but rules against it as a bad plan, focusing on being able to just get it back as soon as she could without having to fight anyone for it.