The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

[Tjf]

“Well, I'll see you later, I guess. Good night, Maddie.” Varrin gave his sister a quick kiss on the cheek, then left her to her training and exited the room, heading to his mother's chambers.

"Come in." Varrin hears his mother's voice sound from behind the door, a warm, comforting voice like Madeline's. Striding inside, he sees Angelica.

"Ah, Varrin. I see you've decided to take a break from chasing every woman in Redania to pay your poor old mother a visit." She gives a cheeky grin and pats the seat next to her. "Please, dear, sit down."

 

[Thorn_]

"Surprising that he didn't write that in his letter. In any case, here we are." The man stops in front of a doorway. "If you need anything, I'll be at the front, where I met you. If I'm not, ask for Francois. A pleasure to meet you, mistress." The maitre'd bows and leaves. Opening the door, Danielle steps into a small, cramped office area, filled with various books and magical implements. Looking out, she sees a curvy blonde woman sitting at a chair, facing away from her, a man kneeling between her legs. "Please stop moving, this is sensitive work, madame." The man's quiet voice rings out across the room, as the woman yawns.

A breeze blows in through the window, shutting the door behind Danielle with a clunk. At the loud noise, the man pokes his head up inquisitively, revealing himself to be Danielle's husband. The thin, bespectacled man gives a smile as he sees his wife. "Ah, finally you're here, my love." Walking away from the blonde, the magician strides across the room to embrace his wife. "I've missed you terribly." For all his genuine emotion, Danielle can't help but feel that her husband's touch feels more like a friend's than a lover's. Chastely, he kisses her cheeks. "Please, come in. I should be done soon."

While most women would be put off, or even a little angry for catching their husband with some courtesan, Danielle was still sure it probably didn't even register in his mind that he could try anything with the blonde, even if he wanted to. She just quietly observed him work for a bit until he was done. Even though the situation looked incredibly questionable, Danielle offered him the same kind of warm look as she moved in for a kiss. "Oh, no. What did you think would happen if I catch you with these girls? My whip isn't just for show, you know." She joked while bring her lips in, only for him to move away at the last second, and while nice, she internally sighed. She always had to take initiative to just get him on top. He had a lot of good qualities and she wouldn't trade him for anything....but the issue of his ability to be more physically affectionate had been discussed before. And at great length. Not wanting to start this again, she walked in the room as well.

"I hope so. You still haven't explained to me what the project is. I'm going to assume it involves enchanting, of course, but I know you don't do any work that's ever going to be simple."

 

[Tjf]

"Fail me? You are still alive even though you were attacked. Besides, no one would have expected an intruder inside our camp." Mirellia said in a stern tone, "Anyway, do clean up, I will wait in the carriage." She added before walking away, allowing Caster to collect her tent, as she enters her carriage. Still trying to push away the thoughts of her pussy, which had already begun leaking out her delicious nectar.

Soon enough, the camp has been completely packed up, and the convoy is once again moving. The convoy makes good progress towards Novigrad, though to Mirellia each moment seems like an eternity, her body practically begging for release. The noble's world seems to shrink until she almost has tunnel vision, nothing registering besides her need to orgasm, before she's rudely snapped out of her trance when she hears the glass of the carriage window shatter. A dark blur flashes near her face for a fraction of a second, before embedding itself in the plush leather seat beside her.

Looking at the shape, she sees that it's an arrow, and adrenaline begins to pump into her system, diminishing her lust. Mirellia hears a scream from beside her as one of the mercenaries is hit by another arrow, and falls down onto the roadside. Soon, the air is filled with arrows, as elves become visible in the trees, wearing the trademark uniforms of the scoia'tael. "Ma'am, we're under attack!" Caster shouts from the front, loosing a crossbow bolt that flies into the treeline and hits an elf in the neck.

 

[Tjf]

Verena examines The Bow with her yellow eyes. She takes one of The arrows next to it and puts it on The String, trying to pull the String back while aiming at The Wooden Wall.

Testing the bow, Verena finds that it's tough to pull back, even for someone with enhanced strength like herself, but she can do it. Clearly the huntsman was very strong, and this bow can put an arrow into a target with heavy amounts of force.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

Testing the bow, Verena finds that it's tough to pull back, even for someone with enhanced strength like herself, but she can do it. Clearly the huntsman was very strong, and this bow can put an arrow into a target with heavy amounts of force.

If these People couldn't pay her properly and had no use for it, She might aswell take it with her, She thinks, putting it over her shoulder next to her Sword.

She kneels down on The Bedroll and closes her eyes, Resting her Spirit and Body after The Intense Battle.

 

[asddas193]

Soon enough, the camp has been completely packed up, and the convoy is once again moving. The convoy makes good progress towards Novigrad, though to Mirellia each moment seems like an eternity, her body practically begging for release. The noble's world seems to shrink until she almost has tunnel vision, nothing registering besides her need to orgasm, before she's rudely snapped out of her trance when she hears the glass of the carriage window shatter. A dark blur flashes near her face for a fraction of a second, before embedding itself in the plush leather seat beside her.

Looking at the shape, she sees that it's an arrow, and adrenaline begins to pump into her system, diminishing her lust. Mirellia hears a scream from beside her as one of the mercenaries is hit by another arrow, and falls down onto the roadside. Soon, the air is filled with arrows, as elves become visible in the trees, wearing the trademark uniforms of the scoia'tael. "Ma'am, we're under attack!" Caster shouts from the front, loosing a crossbow bolt that flies into the treeline and hits an elf in the neck.

As the carriage ride continued, Mirellia struggled to keep her hands from touching her sensitive spots. Her hands seemingly brushing against her breasts every so often. But as soon as the attack started, her senses returned... somewhat. "An attack, now?" She growled, grabbing her gwyhyr as she opens the carriage door. Despite wearing a dress, Mirellia was confident in her abilities to take care of a few bandits.

Once she was out of her carriage, the sexy milf surveys her surrounding. While keeping a close watch for arrows, as she draws her rapier.

 

[Regin34]

As Trista frees herself from her tight armour, and begins to wash herself with cooling water, she hears a sound from outside in the distance. A wolf is howling, its cry piercing through the quiet night air.

Trista finish her bath and dry hersellf with the towel.
"Well, It look like the beast is hunting again this night." She said to hersellf and remove her shoes and pants, staying in just panties. Trista put on hersellf long shirt, what cover most her arms and legs and go to sleep in the bed. It was long day, she need some rest and regeneration.

 

[Tjf]

While most women would be put off, or even a little angry for catching their husband with some courtesan, Danielle was still sure it probably didn't even register in his mind that he could try anything with the blonde, even if he wanted to. She just quietly observed him work for a bit until he was done. Even though the situation looked incredibly questionable, Danielle offered him the same kind of warm look as she moved in for a kiss. "Oh, no. What did you think would happen if I catch you with these girls? My whip isn't just for show, you know." She joked while bring her lips in, only for him to move away at the last second, and while nice, she internally sighed. She always had to take initiative to just get him on top. He had a lot of good qualities and she wouldn't trade him for anything....but the issue of his ability to be more physically affectionate had been discussed before. And at great length. Not wanting to start this again, she walked in the room as well.

"I hope so. You still haven't explained to me what the project is. I'm going to assume it involves enchanting, of course, but I know you don't do any work that's ever going to be simple."

Samuel gives a chuckle at her mock threat, as he moves to the blonde courtesan. "Sorry, madame, I have other business. Would you mind coming back later?" The woman, beautiful but rather unremarkable to Danielle's eyes, nods, giving a confused look between Samuel and Danielle, seemingly surprised that a man so unassuming could have such a stunning wife. "Yeah, sure." She turns, puts on a revealing silk gown, and leaves.

Samuel turns to his wife, his expression now businesslike. "Officially, I've brought you here to help me in my work, enchanting the jewelry of the, ahem, working girls to make them more proficient at their 'work'. He looks around, as if worried about being spied on. "In reality, I need your help in locating a vault. His lordship the count believes that a local crime lord has something of great value hidden in a vault, and so I've made contact with some of the city's...undesirable...element, to try and break in and take the item. The problem is that I don't know it's location. I was hoping that you'd be able to use your divination to see."

 

[Tjf]

If these People couldn't pay her properly and had no use for it, She might aswell take it with her, She thinks, putting it over her shoulder next to her Sword.

She kneels down on The Bedroll and closes her eyes, Resting her Spirit and Body after The Intense Battle.

The witcher has a fitful sleep, filled with dark figures and unsettling noises, before she wakes with a start the next morning. Her enhanced senses quickly pick up on the fact that someone is approaching and entering the hut, and instinctively she reaches for her sword. Opening her eyes, she sees a man standing before her, holding a steaming bowl of soup.

"Good morning, master witcher." He puts down the soup near her. "Thought you could use a good breakfast, if you're going through the swamp."

 

[Thorn_]

Samuel gives a chuckle at her mock threat, as he moves to the blonde courtesan. "Sorry, madame, I have other business. Would you mind coming back later?" The woman, beautiful but rather unremarkable to Danielle's eyes, nods, giving a confused look between Samuel and Danielle, seemingly surprised that a man so unassuming could have such a stunning wife. "Yeah, sure." She turns, puts on a revealing silk gown, and leaves.

Samuel turns to his wife, his expression now businesslike. "Officially, I've brought you here to help me in my work, enchanting the jewelry of the, ahem, working girls to make them more proficient at their 'work'. He looks around, as if worried about being spied on. "In reality, I need your help in locating a vault. His lordship the count believes that a local crime lord has something of great value hidden in a vault, and so I've made contact with some of the city's...undesirable...element, to try and break in and take the item. The problem is that I don't know it's location. I was hoping that you'd be able to use your divination to see."

She watches the woman leave for a bit, before focusing on the conversation, thinking about it, looking a little surprised, but ultimately, holding her smile, all the same. "Enchanting the girl's trinkets? That's not a problem. But vault hunting? That sounds exciting. Though...my divination works on people. I'm not sure it would work on trying to seize a physical location. The only way I could, would likely to be reading someone who has been there before to find any clues. And these aren't exactly the most welcoming type to just going up and asking them to let me take a chunk of their hair and among other things."

Danielle wondered about it. "Unless...no, never mind that wouldn't work." She laughed it off, as soon as it came to mind. "I was going to say, if I went undercover as a prostitute and got the attention of those gangsters that way. I thought I could use my magic to knock them unconscious and then loot what I need that way, but that would be ridiculous."

 

[Tjf]

As the carriage ride continued, Mirellia struggled to keep her hands from touching her sensitive spots. Her hands seemingly brushing against her breasts every so often. But as soon as the attack started, her senses returned... somewhat. "An attack, now?" She growled, grabbing her gwyhyr as she opens the carriage door. Despite wearing a dress, Mirellia was confident in her abilities to take care of a few bandits.

Once she was out of her carriage, the sexy milf surveys her surrounding. While keeping a close watch for arrows, as she draws her rapier.

Under the hail of arrows, the mercenaries begin to take cover behind the wagons and carriages, a few being riddled before they can make it, but most surviving due to their quality armour. Realising that they won't be able to shoot the mercs whilst they're taking cover, the elves draw their blades and rush forwards, a battle cry of "Aelirenn!" coming from their lips. A female elf, red bandana covering her hair, bursts forwards towards Miriella, a curved sword in her hand. Dashing forth, she feints a stab at Miriella's neck, before ducking to slash at the noble's knees.

 

[Tjf]

Trista finish her bath and dry hersellf with the towel.
"Well, It look like the beast is hunting again this night." She said to hersellf and remove her shoes and pants, staying in just panties. Trista put on hersellf long shirt, what cover most her arms and legs and go to sleep in the bed. It was long day, she need some rest and regeneration.

There's a few more howls, but Trista's used to the sound due to sleeping out in the wild most of the time, and sleep quickly finds her. She has troubled dreams, tossing and turning, her mind bombarded with images of another female witcher from her school, though one she doesn't know, in an elven ruin somewhere. The witcher is in trouble, assaulted on all sides, but before Trista can learn more, she awakens, morning sunlight pouring through the window.

 

[asddas193]

Under the hail of arrows, the mercenaries begin to take cover behind the wagons and carriages, a few being riddled before they can make it, but most surviving due to their quality armour. Realising that they won't be able to shoot the mercs whilst they're taking cover, the elves draw their blades and rush forwards, a battle cry of "Aelirenn!" coming from their lips. A female elf, red bandana covering her hair, bursts forwards towards Miriella, a curved sword in her hand. Dashing forth, she feints a stab at Miriella's neck, before ducking to slash at the noble's knees.

"Elves? Are they squirrels?" Mirellia ducked as they were hailed with arrows. But as soon as the bandits revealed themselves, she wondered who their attackers were. And as an elf charged at her, Mirellia skillfully parried both attacks. "Stop, do you know who you're attacking?" She said as her masterful movements allows her to evade, and parry the elf's attacks.

 

[Tjf]

She watches the woman leave for a bit, before focusing on the conversation, thinking about it, looking a little surprised, but ultimately, holding her smile, all the same. "Enchanting the girl's trinkets? That's not a problem. But vault hunting? That sounds exciting. Though...my divination works on people. I'm not sure it would work on trying to seize a physical location. The only way I could, would likely to be reading someone who has been there before to find any clues. And these aren't exactly the most welcoming type to just going up and asking them to let me take a chunk of their hair and among other things."

Danielle wondered about it. "Unless...no, never mind that wouldn't work." She laughed it off, as soon as it came to mind. "I was going to say, if I went undercover as a prostitute and got the attention of those gangsters that way. I thought I could use my magic to knock them unconscious and then loot what I need that way, but that would be ridiculous."

"Well, I mean..." Samuel frowns. "Would you be willing to do that? One of the gang's lieutenants is a regular here, which is why I took this job in the first place, and I hear he has a...predilection for redheads." The court mage holds up his hands reassuringly. "Of course, you wouldn't need to do anything improper. I and an associate of mine would be right outside, listening in case anything went wrong."

 

[Tjf]

"Elves? Are they squirrels?" Mirellia ducked as they were hailed with arrows. But as soon as the bandits revealed themselves, she wondered who their attackers were. And as an elf charged at her, Mirellia skillfully parried both attacks. "Stop, do you know who you're attacking?" She said as her masterful movements allows her to evade, and parry the elf's attacks.

There's a ringing, as steel clashes against steel, and the elf reels back, clearly not expecting a noble in a dress to be so skilled. She grits her teeth as she regains her footing. "Some bloede dh'oine whore!" She feints again, this time towards the legs, before launching a powerful vertical downwards strike towards Mirellia's head.

 

[Thorn_]

"Well, I mean..." Samuel frowns. "Would you be willing to do that? One of the gang's lieutenants is a regular here, which is why I took this job in the first place, and I hear he has a...predilection for redheads." The court mage holds up his hands reassuringly. "Of course, you wouldn't need to do anything improper. I and an associate of mine would be right outside, listening in case anything went wrong."

“What?” She blinked. Mostly at the implication her husband even had any awareness about people having sex drives.

“...I wasn’t being serious...but it’s not like I haven’t dealt with handsy customers before...” She pursed her lips thinking about it. “It seems like the best option to not have to put one of the girl’s in danger, at least.”

This plan seemed ridiculous to think about, but she couldn’t really think of a better one either. “I’ll survive. We don’t want to risk anything that might spook him. I’m not much of a fighter...but electric blasts mean I don’t need l be, if it comes to it.”

 

[asddas193]

There's a ringing, as steel clashes against steel, and the elf reels back, clearly not expecting a noble in a dress to be so skilled. She grits her teeth as she regains her footing. "Some bloede dh'oine whore!" She feints again, this time towards the legs, before launching a powerful vertical downwards strike towards Mirellia's head.

"Tsk." Mirellia clicked her tongue, as there seemed to be no talking to her. The noblewoman decides to disarm the elf, and using the butt of her rapier to knock her out.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

The witcher has a fitful sleep, filled with dark figures and unsettling noises, before she wakes with a start the next morning. Her enhanced senses quickly pick up on the fact that someone is approaching and entering the hut, and instinctively she reaches for her sword. Opening her eyes, she sees a man standing before her, holding a steaming bowl of soup.

"Good morning, master witcher." He puts down the soup near her. "Thought you could use a good breakfast, if you're going through the swamp."

Verena looks at The Bowl of Soup and smells at it for any Hint of poison.

"You might forgive My Suspicion, but one might Introduce himself before Handing out food to someone?" She frowns, mustering The Man and staying in her sitting position.

 

[Tjf]

“What?” She blinked. Mostly at the implication her husband even had any awareness about people having sex drives.

“...I wasn’t being serious...but it’s not like I haven’t dealt with handsy customers before...” She pursed her lips thinking about it. “It seems like the best option to not have to put one of the girl’s in danger, at least.”

This plan seemed ridiculous to think about, but she couldn’t really think of a better one either. “I’ll survive. We don’t want to risk anything that might spook him. I’m not much of a fighter...but electric blasts mean I don’t need l be, if it comes to it.”

Samuel gives an apologetic look. "I'm sorry to put you in this situation, my love, but it seems the best way to do this without conflict." He nods. "Like I said, I'll be there in case something goes wrong."

 

[Tjf]

"Tsk." Mirellia clicked her tongue, as there seemed to be no talking to her. The noblewoman decides to disarm the elf, and using the butt of her rapier to knock her out.

The woman's strikes are powerful, but uncontrolled. It isn't difficult for Mirellia to parry one, and hit the elf's temple with a devastating pommel strike, just like Gustav taught her all those years ago. As the elf slumps to the ground, two more elves, long haired men with spears, emerge from the forest. The spearmen are able to overwhelm and kill a mercenary, before they set their sights on Mirellia and come towards her. Before they can attack, however, Mirellia sees Ashton charge awkwardly at the elf's backs with a short sword held rigidly in his hands. He catches on elf in the small of the back, stabbing through the distracted rebel, before pulling his weapon free and turning the face the other one.

Ashton is clearly not a coward like his father, but he's no warrior by any stretch of the imagination. He slashes at the elf with clumsy, awkward strikes, which the scoia'tael blocks easily, before tripping the clumsy young man. The elf raises his spear, clearly about to impale Ashton, who lies helpless on the ground.