The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Ashton decides to follow along, going with his mother and leaving the prostitute behind without a second thought, the woman giving Mirellia the evil eye for stealing her customer.

Not minding the prostitute, Mirellia leads Ashton to her carriage. Telling Caster in a much more strict than usual tone to head to Gunther's estate. Giving him the directions the old man gave her.
 
Trista look at destroyed doors, if that is destroyed from inside or outside. If outside, than they can block passage too, but if from inside that mean bandits make their way out the building and escape them.
Trista doesn't need her witcher senses to realise that this door wasn't destroyed by a person, so much as it rotted away and collapsed many years ago.
 
"I see you've prepared, somewhat." She mounts her horse, as Varrin's own steed is brought up by a servant. "We're hunting a leshy, a powerful monster, so be careful. I'd be ever so sad if you were to be crushed to death. I do quite enjoy your antics." Madeline grins and mounts her own horse. "I'll just be observing, if it's all the same with you two." Isabella nods. "Yes, that would be best. I doubt this monster can be killed by spreading your legs for it." The younger girl chuckles. "Touche."
“I'm no witcher, but I will do what I can to help.” Varrin assured his sister as he mounted his horse and waited for Isabella to lead the way. He listened in silence, quite enjoying the banter between his sisters.
 
"Fair enough." The dwarf nods. "Yeah, we have a few guys who make their living seducing women, so if she can be seduced, our contacts can do it." He gives Lutz a conspiritorial grin. "Think I can have a crack at her, once yer' done?"

"Good." Lutz paused. "You can have fun with her after we captured and secured her - after I'm done with her, there will be little to take pleasure of." Lutz answered as the duo continued their travel.
 
Trista doesn't need her witcher senses to realise that this door wasn't destroyed by a person, so much as it rotted away and collapsed many years ago.
Trista smile and nod the rest of the team.
"Alright, let's block that way out too. I think they are right now waiting for our attack, before they realise what we do, we will managed to deal with innkeeper." She said and begins work with rest of them.
 
'I would prefer not to kill them, around these parts my kind mostly gets the blame even if they attacked first,' Ard said before Corinne woke up.

He let the girl wake up and greet her friend, he gave the sorceress a friendly smile and politely inclined his head to her, 'Ceádmil, Corinne. I am Ard Gynvael. Abigail told me you could help us find something or someone. We're looking to find the Wild Hunt.'
"I see..." She sighs. "The hunt again, Abigail?" Corrine nods. "I may be able to hep you, yes, as long as you're aware that you could get hurt."
 
Not minding the prostitute, Mirellia leads Ashton to her carriage. Telling Caster in a much more strict than usual tone to head to Gunther's estate. Giving him the directions the old man gave her.
Nodding professionally, Caster begins driving the carriage, as Ashton settles in next to his mother. "So, you'll teach me some fencing?" It isn't long before they arrive in front of a large house, smaller than Gunther's mansion, but still larger than Wendel's home, a fact that irritates the noblewoman somewhat.
 
“I'm no witcher, but I will do what I can to help.” Varrin assured his sister as he mounted his horse and waited for Isabella to lead the way. He listened in silence, quite enjoying the banter between his sisters.
"Speaking of spreading legs, how have you been, brother?" Isabella looks to Varrin as they ride out of town. "I hear some girl's father chased you out of their house. Apparently he's been talking of revenge." They enter into a pleasant wooded area.
 
The leader of the hunt shrugs, and Matthias slides off of his shoulder onto the ground. "Await our call." The ghostly voice booms once more, before the spectral riders mount their horses once again. The frost begins to dissipate, as the horsemen ride away from the island, the hooves of their mounts galloping across the water of the swamp as easily as the land, before they disappear.

Matthias groans on the ground, as he begins to regain consciousness. "W-Wha... What happened?"
Verena helps him stand

"You got taken out by People You shouldn't have met. Consider Yourself lucky that I could persuade them to let You life. Not many can say they survived a Encounter with them. And by the way, You owe Me now big Time"
 
Nodding professionally, Caster begins driving the carriage, as Ashton settles in next to his mother. "So, you'll teach me some fencing?" It isn't long before they arrive in front of a large house, smaller than Gunther's mansion, but still larger than Wendel's home, a fact that irritates the noblewoman somewhat.

"Indeed. And as usual, if you manage to disarm me, I will give you a reward." Mirellia replied with a nod, and as they reached their destination. Seeing Gunther's home further caused her to despise her husband's gamling addiction. The sexy milf orders Caster to bring her luggage to her room, as she walks toward the courtyard to see how big the training ground can be.
 
Danielle's visitors are frequent, most of them being polite and friendly, though some of them are distant or openly disrespectful towards the outsider. Afterwards, she sees Francois by the bar, having a drink. "Looking for good customers, madame?" He offers her a glass of vodka.
“I’m wondering about someone specific. I’m told there’s a certain....gangster who tends to stop by now and then. I always loved the bad boys.” Making an excuse to disguise her motives, she glanced at him curiously. “How often does he come by?”
 
"Good." Lutz paused. "You can have fun with her after we captured and secured her - after I'm done with her, there will be little to take pleasure of." Lutz answered as the duo continued their travel.
"I see..." The dwarf nods. "I suppose that makes sense. Thanks." The conversation dies down quickly after that. The duo find themselves on the road for several days, as they cross the border into the Kingdom of Temeria. After more days of travel, leaving the torturer dull and aching with saddle sores, they arrive at the gates of Vizima, Temeria's capital. "We'll stop at the market, get some supplies. Don't want to starve to death on our way to Novigrad, do we?"
 
"Speaking of spreading legs, how have you been, brother?" Isabella looks to Varrin as they ride out of town. "I hear some girl's father chased you out of their house. Apparently he's been talking of revenge." They enter into a pleasant wooded area.
Varrin grimaced. “I hope he'll be reasonable and not do anything stupid. It's not my fault that his 'little girl' is not as innocent as he wants to think.” The girl in question had been flirting with four men – him included – and one girl. Varrin's attempts at seduction had been the most successful ones, but not without the young lady's implicit help.

“So, could you tell me more about the beast we're after?” Varrin asked as they entered the woods. He started looking around, alert for any sort of danger even though they seemed fine so far.
 
Trista smile and nod the rest of the team.
"Alright, let's block that way out too. I think they are right now waiting for our attack, before they realise what we do, we will managed to deal with innkeeper." She said and begins work with rest of them.
It takes a little longer to block this entrance, due to it being wider, but there are still more than enough stones to ensure that no one can get in or out. Gustav wipes some sweat from his brow. "Let's hope there's no other way out of there. I don't want to miss out on the innkeeper's cash."
 
'Of course,' Ard nodded, 'You do not go after them expecting a picnic with wine and cake. We will be careful.'
"Fine. One of you will owe me, after this, though. Dreaming of the hunt isn't exactly pleasant." She grumbles, before gesturing to a bottle on a desk. "Pour me a glass of that sleeping draught, will you?"

Taking a sip, Corinne quickly drops back onto the bed, unconscious. As Ard watches, he sees the woman twitch and spasm, gripping the sheets tightly as though she's having some sort of episode. After several minutes, she bolts up, covered in sweat. "T-The s-swamps... They were in... in the swamps outside Vizima...."
 
It takes a little longer to block this entrance, due to it being wider, but there are still more than enough stones to ensure that no one can get in or out. Gustav wipes some sweat from his brow. "Let's hope there's no other way out of there. I don't want to miss out on the innkeeper's cash."
Trista drink gulp of vodka and give it to dwarf.
"Yes, me too. So, now we deal with bandits, let's take innkeeper out. Any ideas?" She asked as they looking around for third passage.
 
"Indeed. And as usual, if you manage to disarm me, I will give you a reward." Mirellia replied with a nod, and as they reached their destination. Seeing Gunther's home further caused her to despise her husband's gamling addiction. The sexy milf orders Caster to bring her luggage to her room, as she walks toward the courtyard to see how big the training ground can be.
Ashton fails to disguise a lustful look as she mentions a reward, as the servants bow obediently and take up her luggage. Heading through to the courtyard, Mirellia sees that it's quite a large space. There's a fountain in the centre, and hedges and benches along the rim of the area, but for the most part it's open, and useful for training. As she looks around, however, she's surprised by her son, who rushes up behind her, slipping an arm around her neck and reaching for her sword. "You said there was a prize for winning right?" Ashton smirks. "Grandfather always told me to be ruthless in getting what you want in life." His hand slips down to her hip, headed to the hilt of gwyhyr.
 
"Fine. One of you will owe me, after this, though. Dreaming of the hunt isn't exactly pleasant." She grumbles, before gesturing to a bottle on a desk. "Pour me a glass of that sleeping draught, will you?"

Taking a sip, Corinne quickly drops back onto the bed, unconscious. As Ard watches, he sees the woman twitch and spasm, gripping the sheets tightly as though she's having some sort of episode. After several minutes, she bolts up, covered in sweat. "T-The s-swamps... They were in... in the swamps outside Vizima...."
Ard fetched a cup of water for the dream sorceress, sitting down on the bed next to her. When she woke up, Ard offered her the cup, 'Are you alright? Here, have some water.' He let her calm down a little, 'The swamps? Hmm, it is a start, though I would wager they are long gone by the time we manage to get there. Thank you, Corinne. What do we owe you?'
 
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