The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

“Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming her. I really should have thought things through instead of staring at her impressive bust – but I had had a bit too much to drink.” Varrin admitted. “Anyway, how fast is the leshy, and what sort of ranged attacks does it have?” That was his main concern.
Isabella nods. "Of course. Well, it's not particularly fast, but it can use its magic to move the trees around it to some degree. I've heard talk of a witcher who dodged all of a leshy's strikes, only to be grabbed by his arms and legs with roots and vines and torn in half." She tells the gruesome story casually.
 
'They mostly abduct people or kill them... at least that's what most stories tell about them,' Ard said, before he got his coin pouch from under his clothes.

'I wouldn't want the old lady downstairs to get upset with you,' Ard said, taking out coins worth 100 crowns and gave them to Corinne, 'Here, for your peace of mind.'

He looked to Abigail, 'How do you two know each other anyway?'
-100 crowns
Corinne takes the money, before chuckling. "Abigail saved me from a witch hunt, once upon a time."
 
Ashton leaves, returning in an ill fitting martial outfit, with a wooden sword filled with lead, meant to increase his physical strength. "Alright, mother, I'm ready." He takes up a stance, though his footwork is wrong.

Once he returned, Mirellia has her own wooden sword ready. She gets into a stance, showing him the proper footing. "Now then, attack me." She said, prepared to parry, dodge, and block his blows. Though Ashton could tell that if his mother's dress was at risk of ripping, if she does any excessive movements.
 
Isabella nods. "Of course. Well, it's not particularly fast, but it can use its magic to move the trees around it to some degree. I've heard talk of a witcher who dodged all of a leshy's strikes, only to be grabbed by his arms and legs with roots and vines and torn in half." She tells the gruesome story casually.
“I see...” Varrin did his best not to think of the brutal death his sister had just described. “So we need to pay attention to the ground and be careful not to get grabbed by some roots. I guess we should leave the horses away from it, too, lest we be forced to return by foot.”
 
What was she even thinking about? The weird imagery in her head was vivid. She could almost feel it physically on her body like it was real. She was clearly sex starved and the environment didn't help here. With some privacy in her room, she hiked up her dress looking over the drawers to find it. Her expectations of a brothel having sex toys in just about every room paid off and she found it. Carefully carved from wood and made for no risk of splinters, she weighed the dildo for a bit before getting the stuff from her enchanting kit and began to inscribe along with it. Making a few runic symbols on it and introducing some light powder, she never could show it off, but this was definitely one of her better inventions as it forced the fake cock to animate itself, started to shake and vibrate. Bringing it underneath her dress, she began to slide it up, feeling the make shift vibrator enter her waiting pussy. Shutting her eyes and sighing for a moment, the knock at the door made her jump just before it could get good.

"I'm-I'm here." Hearing the door open, she didn't have time to take it back out, just quickly adjusting the length of her dress to pull it down and keep it covered as her husband entered the room. Face flushing red, she did her best to stay composed. "B..breakfest sounds great. Thank you."
The vibrator inside whirrs, providing contant stimulation that threatens to make her gasp in pleasure. For a moment, she imagines that it belongs to her son, and then to the mysterious criminal she's yet to meet, before Samuel enters the room to break her fantasy, smiling at his wife while holding a tray of steaming food and tea. "Morning, my love." He walks over, kissing her cheek and handing her the tray. "I've made a deal with one of the girls. If the target comes in today, she'll come and find you."
 
The vibrator inside whirrs, providing contant stimulation that threatens to make her gasp in pleasure. For a moment, she imagines that it belongs to her son, and then to the mysterious criminal she's yet to meet, before Samuel enters the room to break her fantasy, smiling at his wife while holding a tray of steaming food and tea. "Morning, my love." He walks over, kissing her cheek and handing her the tray. "I've made a deal with one of the girls. If the target comes in today, she'll come and find you."
Taking a few bites, she tried to eat the meal as normal. “Good to know. I hear he’s in high demand. Might be hard to get his attention....I’ll think of something.”
 
Once he returned, Mirellia has her own wooden sword ready. She gets into a stance, showing him the proper footing. "Now then, attack me." She said, prepared to parry, dodge, and block his blows. Though Ashton could tell that if his mother's dress was at risk of ripping, if she does any excessive movements.
It takes several tries, but soon enough, Ashton's footwork becomes something approaching professional. The young man makes several extremely wide strikes. They're clumsy and ineffectual, but have the effect of making Mirellia move violently to evade or parry, causing strain on her dress. Unbenknownst to her, as she easily blocks another strike, several of the threads begin to come loose.
 
'The witch saved you from a witch hunt?' Ard chuckled, 'How come they did not just hunt you both instead?'

He looked to Abigail, 'How would you like to proceed with our search?'
Abigail smirks. "Hey, who said I was a witch. Plenty of people dance naked in front of fires." Corinne sighs, as Abigail explains simply. "They couldn't hunt us, because there were none of them left alive to do the hunting."

Satisfied by her bragging, the redhead changes the subject. "It's up to you. We can head into the swamps if you want, or maybe see if we can get a better lead." Corinne adds "The girl who spoke to the hunt, I think she was a witcher. Her eyes were yellow."
 
“I see...” Varrin did his best not to think of the brutal death his sister had just described. “So we need to pay attention to the ground and be careful not to get grabbed by some roots. I guess we should leave the horses away from it, too, lest we be forced to return by foot.”
"Good thinking. We'll dismount when we get close." Isabella nods. "Speaking of which." She pulls her horse to a stop. "Madeline, stay far back. We won't be able to help you while we're fighting, so keep well out of danger." Madeline, for once, doesn't make a joke, instead simply nodding.
 
Taking a few bites, she tried to eat the meal as normal. “Good to know. I hear he’s in high demand. Might be hard to get his attention....I’ll think of something.”
"Are you kidding? He'd be mad not to beg for your attention." Samuel smiles again, kissing her cheek once more. "I'll leave you for now, but my door is over if you need anything." He leaves, just as the vibrator picks up in intensity, moving slightly forwards and backwards.
 
Trista think about that for the moment.
"That would be weird if witchers captured monster instead of killing him. But... We can do it in that way. I should have in saddle handcuffs, with little improve it will be possible to get free from them without anyone help."
Ignazy adds. "The last thing I can think of is sneaking in after dark, though I don't know if any of you are good at stealth." Trista finds the handcuffs where she left them, in her saddle bags.
 
Abigail smirks. "Hey, who said I was a witch. Plenty of people dance naked in front of fires." Corinne sighs, as Abigail explains simply. "They couldn't hunt us, because there were none of them left alive to do the hunting."

Satisfied by her bragging, the redhead changes the subject. "It's up to you. We can head into the swamps if you want, or maybe see if we can get a better lead." Corinne adds "The girl who spoke to the hunt, I think she was a witcher. Her eyes were yellow."
'Beautiful and dangerous,' Ard smiled at Abigail, 'Seems like there is more to you than meets the eye, Abigail.'

'A witcher?' Ard nodded, 'She did not happen to have short grey hair and wore dark blue armour? We just met someone like her on the road.'

'Is there anything of interest in the swamps? Just wandering in without more information would be a search for a needle in a haystack,' Ard mused.
 
"Are you kidding? He'd be mad not to beg for your attention." Samuel smiles again, kissing her cheek once more. "I'll leave you for now, but my door is over if you need anything." He leaves, just as the vibrator picks up in intensity, moving slightly forwards and backwards.
Kissing him back, she felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t go any farther, especially with her so close on edge. Needing to get up, it didn’t seem like she’d have time to finish. Stumbling a bit forward while leaving it in underneath her clothes, the wetness of her pussy almost made it too slippery and risked falling out. Pressing her thighs tightly, she kept it in trying to push it deeper with her legs to hold it in place which only made the sensation that much worse. Taking a few awkward steps at first as it kept it’s work beneath her underwear, she resolved that the enchantment would lose energy eventually...in...six? Seven hours or so.

Not great. But still needing to get on with her day, she went back to the bath to clean up and knowing she couldn’t just leave it out after modifying it without someone realizing what she did, she braced herself to slide it back in, push up her underwear and dress again as she edged orgasm.

Still, having other places to be, she’d just have to deal with it and it was better to do her business before the client possibly arrived. Leaving the brothel with the toy still inside and now out on the public street, she remembered Gynnie’s offer and made her way there to see if she’d want to help with their mission.
 
It takes several tries, but soon enough, Ashton's footwork becomes something approaching professional. The young man makes several extremely wide strikes. They're clumsy and ineffectual, but have the effect of making Mirellia move violently to evade or parry, causing strain on her dress. Unbenknownst to her, as she easily blocks another strike, several of the threads begin to come loose.

"Good, but you're wasting too much energy on your swings. You are fighting a single opponent, not trying to swat away a fly." Mirellia replied as she continued training showing him some proper basic forms, not even bothering to check the state of her dress.
 
Ignazy adds. "The last thing I can think of is sneaking in after dark, though I don't know if any of you are good at stealth." Trista finds the handcuffs where she left them, in her saddle bags.
Trista shake her head another idea come to her mind.
"We can just return to Inn, and tell that we need more time for hunting. It won't be weird if we want to rest in the safe place and you will join to us when night fall." She said and smile. "Gustav, we can both fake some relationship in the bedroom. We will make sounds and voices of sex, what make them thinking that we are vunerable, when we will mde a trap for them." She grins wide.
 
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