The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

"They are no Spirits. They are Warriors and Arcanes. It was not The First Time I encountered them, and I saw The Massakers they create Firsthand. I advise You to satisfy Your curiosity by reading Books and Scrolls. Searching for them means certain Death."
'Then we share the same view, that they are not some supernatural curse or omen. Believe me, I have looked into the scrolls and books about them,' Ard nodded, 'There is little else to do but meet them myself to further my understanding.'

It seemed obvious to Verena that the elf's interest in the Hunt was far more than research or curiosity as he had claimed.

'I have no doubt they are as deadly as they are an enigma,' Ard rubbed his chin, before he smirked, 'Yet here you stand, Vatt'ghern. Alive and well after having met them at least twice. What was this deal you struck for the innocent's safety?'
 
'Then we share the same view, that they are not some supernatural curse or omen. Believe me, I have looked into the scrolls and books about them,' Ard nodded, 'There is little else to do but meet them myself to further my understanding.'

It seemed obvious to Verena that the elf's interest in the Hunt was far more than research or curiosity as he had claimed.

'I have no doubt they are as deadly as they are an enigma,' Ard nodded, before he smirked, 'Yet here you stand, Vatt'ghern. Alive and well after having met them at least twice. What was this deal you struck for the innocent's safety?'
Verena crosses her Arms

"I stand here because I fought them before and survived. They and Me have mutual Respect for eachother so don't talk about things You don't understand. You don't know Who I am, and I have No reason to further elaborate what happened. I suggest You go now. The Swamps become even more Deadly after Sunset."

She turns and heads back into her Hutt and closes The Door.
 
Verena crosses her Arms

"I stand here because I fought them before and survived. They and Me have mutual Respect for eachother so don't talk about things You don't understand. You don't know Who I am, and I have No reason to further elaborate what happened. I suggest You go now. The Swamps become even more Deadly after Sunset."

She turns and heads back into her Hutt and closes The Door.
'I meant no offense by asking,' Ard said, 'I would be willing to pay for your story about what happened and hire you to find them. Think about it, I will be here at least until tomorrow.'

@Tjf After the witcher closed the door in his face, Ard looked to Abigail, 'Well that could have gone better.'
 
Knees weak from the stimulation, the maid easily sinks down into a kneeling position. Fishing out his cock, she feels her warm, wet mouth around his length as she begins to take his cock inside, her tongue lashing around his cockhead to provide constant stimulation.

The man sighed with content, as the redhead started blowing him. It was pleasant, but not very skilful. He had better - many more better-looking women, more skilled more desperate to please him...

He grabbed the woman and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her skirt and hicked it up, quickly penetrating the woman. He continued playing on her, making sure she got as much pleasure as he could give her, before getting of. After climaxing and giving the maid a number of her own orgasms, Lutz gave her a coin then another.

"When you are doing my companion's bed, make sure to provide him with the same entertainment as you gave me." He said giving her the coin.
 
Cursing at not being able to find something safe to steal, she pulls out of his pocket to properly support his waist as she breathes again, left gasping for breath. “I don’t know the number. You’d have to work it out with my husband. He’s the idiot who put me in this mess.” She knew that Samuel would catch on quick that she had to change plans slightly to safely track the vault, if it came to that. “But might be a little soon. At least visit me a lot. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

She sucks more vigorously, a little surprised at his stamina and not already having caved like her husband, opening the back of throat expectingly for him to fire. At the same time, she resorts to the closest backup plan she could think of which is to grab some of his hair. And the easiest place to grab would be...

Aiming to play it off as inexperience trying to impress him, she pushed deeper, while her fingers on his waist snuck around to his crotch to slightly tug at the hair to pull one, hoping her blowjob could still keep him too preoccupied to really hurt that badly.
As she yanks a hair out, she feels Waldemar's cock twitch in her mouth one more time, before the criminal unleashes a torrent of cum down her throat, filling her stomach. "Ahhh... Fuck!" He groans, hand running through Danielle's red hair. "Holy... You can bet I'll be back to see you again, Danielle. In fact, I might go have a little chat with your husband about this debt of yours."
 
Varrin chose to leave Isabella alone for the moment – she likely needed some time to herself - and so the return trip was in silence, the only sounds coming from the horses and the surroundings.

Once back at the castle Isabella immediately stormed up to her laboratory. Varrin sighed and watched her leave, hoping that she would come up with a way to save – or at least find – Madeline. Then he sighed again when his mother approached. “I wish that were the case, mother, but alas, it's not. Let's go have a seat somewhere where we won't be disturbed and I will explain what happened.” He let out a third sigh, his expression grim.
Leading him to her room, Angelica sits on the bed, patting beside her for him to sit down. He sees that she has a worried expression on her face, which turns to fear as he tells her the news, her skin going pale white. "O-Oh no..." She exhales deeply, before reaching out to take Varrin's hand. "Y-You'll get her back, sweetie. I know you will." Putting on a smile, she tries to be brave for her son. "Spectral riders like that...They sound like the Wild Hunt. My father told me stories about them when I was a girl. You said that you actually killed one?"
 
"Mmh." Muffling a moan as she was yanked back, Mirellia continued to breath deeply. Cum dripping down her chin, onto the tops of her breasts. While her pussy leaked out her juices mixed with her son's seed. And as they were left alone, the sexy milf sighed. "So... the deal is done." She said in a soft tone, as she slowly regained her bearings.
"And successfully, too." Ashton speaks cheerily. "You did great, mother." He pats her head again. "Now, we should probably get our clothes back on."
 
Verena crosses her Arms

"I stand here because I fought them before and survived. They and Me have mutual Respect for eachother so don't talk about things You don't understand. You don't know Who I am, and I have No reason to further elaborate what happened. I suggest You go now. The Swamps become even more Deadly after Sunset."

She turns and heads back into her Hutt and closes The Door.
Matthias looks up at her as she returns. "What was all that about?" He holds out the bottle.
'I meant no offense by asking,' Ard said, 'I would be willing to pay for your story about what happened and hire you to find them. Think about it, I will be here at least until tomorrow.'

@Tjf After the witcher closed the door in his face, Ard looked to Abigail, 'Well that could have gone better.'
Abigail glares angrily as the door slams shut. "What the hell was her problem?" Ard sees that the witches eyes have changed a little, looking somewhat animalistic like the witcher's were.
 
"And successfully, too." Ashton speaks cheerily. "You did great, mother." He pats her head again. "Now, we should probably get our clothes back on."

"Yes, you go in first. I'll have to clean myself up." Mirellia replied, ignoring the sudden jolt of excitement as her son patted her head. Once Ashton left, the sexy milf cleans herself up. Making sure her son's seed was completely gone from her pussy, which made it seem like she was merely touching herself. After she was clean, she puts on her lingerie, and her clothes, before looking for Ashton.
 
The man sighed with content, as the redhead started blowing him. It was pleasant, but not very skilful. He had better - many more better-looking women, more skilled more desperate to please him...

He grabbed the woman and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her skirt and hicked it up, quickly penetrating the woman. He continued playing on her, making sure she got as much pleasure as he could give her, before getting of. After climaxing and giving the maid a number of her own orgasms, Lutz gave her a coin then another.

"When you are doing my companion's bed, make sure to provide him with the same entertainment as you gave me." He said giving her the coin.
Recovering from her orgasms, the maid stumbles out of bed, putting her clothes back on slowly, before picking up the coins. "Y-Yes, sir." She leaves, heading next door, after which Lutz begins to hear the sounds of moaning, from the maid and from his dwarf companion.
 
As she yanks a hair out, she feels Waldemar's cock twitch in her mouth one more time, before the criminal unleashes a torrent of cum down her throat, filling her stomach. "Ahhh... Fuck!" He groans, hand running through Danielle's red hair. "Holy... You can bet I'll be back to see you again, Danielle. In fact, I might go have a little chat with your husband about this debt of yours."
“I’ll be waiting.” She started to clean herself up, holding onto the hair she pulled, thin enough he probably wasn’t going to notice. Staying on her knees for a bit as loose strands of cum leaked past her lips so he could admire his handiwork, she eventually got up. “You were a great first customer. If I have to do this, at least hopefully I get people like you.”
 
"Yes, you go in first. I'll have to clean myself up." Mirellia replied, ignoring the sudden jolt of excitement as her son patted her head. Once Ashton left, the sexy milf cleans herself up. Making sure her son's seed was completely gone from her pussy, which made it seem like she was merely touching herself. After she was clean, she puts on her lingerie, and her clothes, before looking for Ashton.
As she leaves, Mirellia finds that Ashton's already gone, the servant from before letting her know that he's in the carriage. Walking out of the VIP, and towards the entrance, Mirellia sees the gazes of many of the people there fixed upon her, most with lustful expressions. Finally, she heads outside to find the carriage waiting. Caster helps her inside, next to Ashton. "A job well done, I'd say. Thank you for your help." Ashton smiles casually. "So, are we still up for a bit of training? I feel my blood pumping after that."
 
“I’ll be waiting.” She started to clean herself up, holding onto the hair she pulled, thin enough he probably wasn’t going to notice. Staying on her knees for a bit as loose strands of cum leaked past her lips so he could admire his handiwork, she eventually got up. “You were a great first customer. If I have to do this, at least hopefully I get people like you.”
If Waldemar notices the missing hair, he makes no indication of it. The criminal smiles as he finishes fixing his clothes, looking eagerly at the cum in her mouth. "You were great yourself, Danielle. I hope you get clients who treat you right." Standing, the gangster heads for the door, but before opening it, he looks back. "If I did pay off your debt, and bring you back with me... Would that be something you'd want?"
 
As she leaves, Mirellia finds that Ashton's already gone, the servant from before letting her know that he's in the carriage. Walking out of the VIP, and towards the entrance, Mirellia sees the gazes of many of the people there fixed upon her, most with lustful expressions. Finally, she heads outside to find the carriage waiting. Caster helps her inside, next to Ashton. "A job well done, I'd say. Thank you for your help." Ashton smiles casually. "So, are we still up for a bit of training? I feel my blood pumping after that."

Feeling the lustful gazes of all the patrons, Mirellia's arousal doesn't have any time to cool down. Causing her nipples to poke through the fabric of her red dress. Once she was in her carriage, she gives Ashton her usual cold gaze. "Yes, and don't think I'll go easy on you just because of your success." She replied, giving Caster the signal to head on home.
 
If Waldemar notices the missing hair, he makes no indication of it. The criminal smiles as he finishes fixing his clothes, looking eagerly at the cum in her mouth. "You were great yourself, Danielle. I hope you get clients who treat you right." Standing, the gangster heads for the door, but before opening it, he looks back. "If I did pay off your debt, and bring you back with me... Would that be something you'd want?"
“Well...” Thinking about the hypothetical scenario, she thought about it. “Nothing comes for free, I know that. But it be better to take my chances that way than selling myself to random people, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t do anything after just one day. Visit me enough and we can properly get to know each other sometime. Though...it’s not like I’m not allowed to step outside. Jf you just wanted to meet up sometime without needing to buy my time...I’d be good with that. Think about it anyway. I got to get cleaned up.” Moving past him to head to the bath house to wash out her mouth, it would also be a private enough location to use the hair she extracted and his name to finally try diving a location.
 
Feeling the lustful gazes of all the patrons, Mirellia's arousal doesn't have any time to cool down. Causing her nipples to poke through the fabric of her red dress. Once she was in her carriage, she gives Ashton her usual cold gaze. "Yes, and don't think I'll go easy on you just because of your success." She replied, giving Caster the signal to head on home.
Caster nods respectfully, and the carriage heads back to Gunther's estate. Ashton gulps a tad at her gaze, before nodding. "Alright, let's go change into our training outfits." He heads up to his room. Later, Mirellia finds her son in his training armour, with the wooden sword, in the courtyard.
 
Recovering from her orgasms, the maid stumbles out of bed, putting her clothes back on slowly, before picking up the coins. "Y-Yes, sir." She leaves, heading next door, after which Lutz begins to hear the sounds of moaning, from the maid and from his dwarf companion.

Lutz smiles lightly. He hoped that the lass wasn't too ugly for the dwarf.

He made sure to lock the doors and set up a trap by the window and masked it - the person who would enter through it, would be captured, and the noise would immediately alarm him of invasion.

After that, Lutz went to sleep.
 
Caster nods respectfully, and the carriage heads back to Gunther's estate. Ashton gulps a tad at her gaze, before nodding. "Alright, let's go change into our training outfits." He heads up to his room. Later, Mirellia finds her son in his training armour, with the wooden sword, in the courtyard.

Once they were back home, Mirellia changes into her training gear, which was a thick shirt, that failed to hide her large breasts, and tight leather pants, that hugged her shapely lower body. "Right, once again, let's see how much you remember from yesterday's lesson." She said, beckoning him to attack.
 
“Well...” Thinking about the hypothetical scenario, she thought about it. “Nothing comes for free, I know that. But it be better to take my chances that way than selling myself to random people, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t do anything after just one day. Visit me enough and we can properly get to know each other sometime. Though...it’s not like I’m not allowed to step outside. Jf you just wanted to meet up sometime without needing to buy my time...I’d be good with that. Think about it anyway. I got to get cleaned up.” Moving past him to head to the bath house to wash out her mouth, it would also be a private enough location to use the hair she extracted and his name to finally try diving a location.
"I'd like that too. Alright, we'll talk more the next time I hire you. For now, I have work to do, so enjoy the rest of your evening, Danielle." He inclines his head to her, and exits the room. In the bath house, she finds a quiet little nook where she won't be disturbed by the other workers, and gets to work.

Focusing her magic on the hair, she sees an image of Waldemar, his clothes slightly different, entering a mansion or castle of some sort through one of the windows. She sees that the hallway he steps into is opulent and grand, as the criminal starts to crouch. Moving into an elegant study, Waldemar darts forward, quickly drawing a dagger and slashing the throats of two armoured guards wearing the sigil of a lion on their chests. An elderly man wearing elegant clothes gapes at the murders in front of him, but as he tries to gather his breath to call for help, Waldemar's dagger flies through the air, stabbing through his heart. Waldemar rummages through the man's desk, before finally withrawing a sphere, perfectly round, made of dark metal and unadorned in any way. The criminal grins, before putting the object in his pocket.

Danielle's vision changes, and suddenly Waldemar is walking through a street, heading down a hidden set of stairs and into a huge casino, well dressed people all around making bets or drinking expensive liquor. He heads down into a basement, where another man awaits him, a massively obese bald man with a dangerous look.
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"Boss, I got it." Waldemar hands the bald man the sphere. "Good, about time. Follow me." Waldemar's 'boss' heads down another staircase, until finally Danielle sees a massive vault door made of strong steel, the walls around the door made of solid rock. "Now we just need the scepter, and the Hunt's ours." Waldemar gives his boss a troubled look. "I'm not sure about this, boss. The Hunt? We're asking for trouble." The bald man chuckles as he turns a dial on the door, though due to his bulk, Danielle can't see the combination. "Don't worry, I've made preparations. Once we've found the scepter, we'll be swimming in coin." He opens the vault, and Danielle sees a breathtaking display of wealth, coins in many currencies, priceless historical artifacts, weapons and even magical relics that she can't identify, but instinctively knows are imbued with immense power. "Now, I hear Petrov has loose lips. I don't want anyone finding out about this vault, so go pay him a visit, understand?" The boss begins giving his orders, as Danielle's vision fades.

"Hey. Hey!" She's jolted back to the real world, sitting in the bath as one of the courtesans shakes her shoulder. "You okay there? You looked like you were in a trance or something."
 
"I'd like that too. Alright, we'll talk more the next time I hire you. For now, I have work to do, so enjoy the rest of your evening, Danielle." He inclines his head to her, and exits the room. In the bath house, she finds a quiet little nook where she won't be disturbed by the other workers, and gets to work.

Focusing her magic on the hair, she sees an image of Waldemar, his clothes slightly different, entering a mansion or castle of some sort through one of the windows. She sees that the hallway he steps into is opulent and grand, as the criminal starts to crouch. Moving into an elegant study, Waldemar darts forward, quickly drawing a dagger and slashing the throats of two armoured guards wearing the sigil of a lion on their chests. An elderly man wearing elegant clothes gapes at the murders in front of him, but as he tries to gather his breath to call for help, Waldemar's dagger flies through the air, stabbing through his heart. Waldemar rummages through the man's desk, before finally withrawing a sphere, perfectly round, made of dark metal and unadorned in any way. The criminal grins, before putting the object in his pocket.

Danielle's vision changes, and suddenly Waldemar is walking through a street, heading down a hidden set of stairs and into a huge casino, well dressed people all around making bets or drinking expensive liquor. He heads down into a basement, where another man awaits him, a massively obese bald man with a dangerous look.
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"Boss, I got it." Waldemar hands the bald man the sphere. "Good, about time. Follow me." Waldemar's 'boss' heads down another staircase, until finally Danielle sees a massive vault door made of strong steel, the walls around the door made of solid rock. "Now we just need the scepter, and the Hunt's ours." Waldemar gives his boss a troubled look. "I'm not sure about this, boss. The Hunt? We're asking for trouble." The bald man chuckles as he turns a dial on the door, though due to his bulk, Danielle can't see the combination. "Don't worry, I've made preparations. Once we've found the scepter, we'll be swimming in coin." He opens the vault, and Danielle sees a breathtaking display of wealth, coins in many currencies, priceless historical artifacts, weapons and even magical relics that she can't identify, but instinctively knows are imbued with immense power. "Now, I hear Petrov has loose lips. I don't want anyone finding out about this vault, so go pay him a visit, understand?" The boss begins giving his orders, as Danielle's vision fades.

"Hey. Hey!" She's jolted back to the real world, sitting in the bath as one of the courtesans shakes her shoulder. "You okay there? You looked like you were in a trance or something."
Snapping back to it, she had both gotten much more than she usually did, but it still didn’t feel like quite enough. This was still a good amount to work with. Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded. “I’m fine. Just fell asleep in the bath.”

Making an excuse, she finished cleaning herself up, wondering if the thug would actually have tried paying Samuel a visit yet, but she assumed he probably had left by now, so she went to go locate Samuel and give him the retelling of what she has.
 
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