The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

"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.
“And keep an eye out for any danger. The sounds of the battle might attract something – or someone. We don't want to win against the leshy only to get blindsided by something else.” Varrin added to his sister's instructions, now completely serious and focused on the task at hand.
 
'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.
"You've no idea." Abigail smirks, before Corinne answers. "No, she didn't look like that. Her hair was red, I believe."
 
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.
Heading out onto the streets, she finds Gynnie in a boarding house far less elegant than the brothel she was just in. The elf smiles as she opens her door, inviting Danielle into a small bedroom. "Hey, there. How're things?" She inquires curiously.
 
"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.
"Of course, mother." Ashton supresses a grin, as Mirellia's dress begins to slowly rip. He makes a few more wide attacks, forcing his mother to move violently to defend, and with a loud tearing noise, the dress comes undone, her massive chest bursting through the fabric, covered only by her lingerie.

Ashton capitalises on his mother's distraction. He throws his sword at her, and though Mirellia can easily bat it away with Gwyhyr, she's unprepared for the sight of Ashton rushing at her. The pudgy boy uses his body weight to his advantage, pressing himself against her and forcing her to the ground. He doesn't make his previous mistake, straddling her and holding both of her wrists in place. Mirellia feels his hard on pressing against her stomach as he holds her down. "Well, mother?" He grins.
 
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.
Gustav returns the grin. "I like this plan." He signals his assent.
 
“And keep an eye out for any danger. The sounds of the battle might attract something – or someone. We don't want to win against the leshy only to get blindsided by something else.” Varrin added to his sister's instructions, now completely serious and focused on the task at hand.
Madeline nods. "Yeah, I'll call out if I see anything, so you don't get taken off guard." Isabella grins. "Common sense? Tactics? Who are you, and what did you do to my brother?" She jokes at his expense, but judging from the look in her eye, Varrin thinks he's earned some measure of respect with Isabella for his forethought.
 
'A redheaded witcher?' Ard said, 'Should be distinctive enough to recognise.'

He looked out of the window again, 'What should we do with the two of them?'
Abigail shrugs. "You said you didn't want to kill them. Maybe we ignore them and see if they keep following us? Or we confront them and try to scare them off? We could maybe lure them into an alley and-" she makes a throat slitting gesture, "-as well. Two bodies would be far from an uncommon sight around here. Or we could knock them out, if you prefer."
 
Abigail shrugs. "You said you didn't want to kill them. Maybe we ignore them and see if they keep following us? Or we confront them and try to scare them off? We could maybe lure them into an alley and-" she makes a throat slitting gesture, "-as well. Two bodies would be far from an uncommon sight around here. Or we could knock them out, if you prefer."
'Maybe we should try to lose them while heading out to the swamps,' Ard said, 'If they are insistent there... nobody would bat an eye if something bad happened to them in the swamps.'

He looked to Corinne, 'Thanks for everything, Corinne. We will be leaving now. Does this place happen to have a exit to the back?'
 
"Alright, and for you Ignazy, signal it will be candle in my room. When light will be down, It mean you can begin." She said location of her room and if nothing left to discuss, they head back to the inn.
Together, Gustav and Trista enter the inn. "Any progress?" The innkeeper asks, wiping down the bar. Trista sees the women from before sitting at the tables, chatting with some armoured men in Kaedweni uniforms.
 
Together, Gustav and Trista enter the inn. "Any progress?" The innkeeper asks, wiping down the bar. Trista sees the women from before sitting at the tables, chatting with some armoured men in Kaedweni uniforms.
Trista shake her head.
"Not too much. We check few caves, but except wolves and spiders we found no track of werewolf." She said wondering if that Kaedwen soldiers are the same one, what they fight with it.
 
Heading out onto the streets, she finds Gynnie in a boarding house far less elegant than the brothel she was just in. The elf smiles as she opens her door, inviting Danielle into a small bedroom. "Hey, there. How're things?" She inquires curiously.
“Well...” Danielle runs by the situation, explaining what she could.

“I’m sure a vault would have plenty of treasure for the taking, if you were interested.”
 
'Maybe we should try to lose them while heading out to the swamps,' Ard said, 'If they are insistent there... nobody would bat an eye if something bad happened to them in the swamps.'

He looked to Corinne, 'Thanks for everything, Corinne. We will be leaving now. Does this place happen to have a exit to the back?'
"Good idea." Abigail nods. Corinne sits up and shakes her head. "No, but you can open the back window and drop out that way. The fall isn't high."
 
Trista shake her head.
"Not too much. We check few caves, but except wolves and spiders we found no track of werewolf." She said wondering if that Kaedwen soldiers are the same one, what they fight with it.
The woman nods, cleaning some mugs. "Maybe you witchers aren't all you're cracked up to be, eh?" She gives a sardonic laugh, before shrugging. "Keep me appraised." She says as way of dismissal.
 
"Good....place it on The Plinth immediately when I pull the Dagger away...." She gives him Time to ready himself and then pulls The Dagger away from it.
(What does this remind me of? :D)
Pulling away the dagger, she sees the pressure plate about to activate, only to be stopped by Matthias quickly putting down the bust. Examining the dagger, she sees to her disappointment that it's not made entirely of gold, but has only been coated in it. Nonetheless, it should fetch a good price in any city, she judges. There's some ancient writing inscribed along the blade, but she finds herself unable to read it."
 
“Well...” Danielle runs by the situation, explaining what she could.

“I’m sure a vault would have plenty of treasure for the taking, if you were interested.”
"Indeed." The elf is silent for a few moments, contemplating. "Okay, I'm in. You need a bow, or someone good at getting in and out of places unseen, or someone skilled at tracking, I'm your girl. I can improvise if you need something else, too, I guess."
 
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