@moonblack Trista moves forwards into the swarm of drowners, Isabella and Gustav following close behind. Isabella's magic freezes and shatters several monsters who try to get around the female witcher's back. Still, Trista has three drowners attacking simultaneously, from north, west and east. Isabella is tackled by a drowner, who goes to bite her, but is rescued by Gustav, who gives her a grin as he kills the creature, but he shouts as one jumps onto his back and bites his neck.
There's nods all around, before Danielle and Mirellia leave. The busty dancer is quiet as the two are transported by Caster's carriage through the streets of Novigrad, but eventually the other milf turns to talk to Mirellia. "What you hear in there..." She hesitates, "What the gangster might say... Well, could you do me a favour and not tell my husband?"
No stranger to silence, Mirellia keeps herself focused on the upcoming task. But, as soon as Danielle gave her request, "I understand. Everything that transpires will be strictly kept between us." The sexy milf replied with a nod. "Well, I do hope everything goes according to plan. Though..." She grumbled, recalling the people that were following her and Saria's escape.
Trista use Ard to push away drowners in wave of energy and use her sword to stab in the neck drowner which bite Gustav. Right after she made mill of swinging sword to protect her back from attack of coming monsters. "There are more them than I expected. It have to be somewhere in this are neast of drowners, we should burn it to clear path" She said in the middle of the fight.
(The disadvantages of people being available at different times.) After successfully fending off the initial attack Varrin let Trista and Isabella do most of the fighting, the former likely having experience fighting these creatures and the latter capable of doing significant damage with her spells. He focused on attacking any that got too close to his sister, as well as any that tried to attack the witcher from behind. Seeing a drowner jump on Gustav's back he immediately moved to attack the creature, trying to get it off before it could do any serious damage.
What was she doing? She might Help Innocents if possible, but She had no Idea who these People are and with what Dangerous Powers they Play. They either Die by abusing this Magic or The Wild Hunt finds them First, Velena figured and makes her way back to Matthias and the Boat.
"Thanks." Danielle nods, not adding anything to that particular line of discussion. When Mirellia informs her about the pursuers, though, she frowns. "Right... I'm not untrained with weapons, but I'm not an expert. I'll try to aid you with my magic, if I can. I can do dances to strengthen my allies, and weaken my enemies."
(Yeah. I'll pick the RP up later tonight, when most of us are on concurrently.) Moving at the same time, Varrin grabs the drowner on Gustav's back, dragging it off by the fins on its head, before Trista slams her sword into its chest and ends its life. Sending a kinetic blast forwards, Trista then manages to break through the drowners' line. Using the disruption, the group is able to get past the drowners, but Varrin and Trista hear a yelp as Isabella is grabbed by drowners, who try to pull her into their midst.
The portal closes behind Verena, and Matthias awaits her by the boat with a confused look. "What was that about?"
Hearing about the red-head's abilities, Mirellia was surprised for a moment. "I see, that explains why I felt... faster during that battle." She said, before nodding. "That should be enough help for me to be able to take down some assassins." She added, "Now, we just need to get inside, so we can get into the vault."
Trista run to rescue Isabella from terible fate, by managing to cut off drowners limbs what holding mage, but in the process she badly cut off Isabella clothes, making big hole in her pants and showing Isabella bare ass. Trista drag girl back to the group in the same time protecting them.
Lutz hummed as he used the woman's mouth, before with a grunt he dumped another load into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it. He then moved behind her and looked on the dwarf. "Good, I thought you wanted to know something from her." He then threw a belt around the inquisitor's throat and started choking her. "My business is with my employer, you and your boss knew about it." He said as he tightened the belt.
'I am not sure, I feel like I have been here before, it looks Redanian, maybe Tretogor?' Ard said, as he tried to reign in the sphere and hide it under his coat, while following its directions.
Hearing Isabella's yelp Varrin turned around sharply. Seeing what was going on he went back and slashed with his sword, trying to cut off the limbs of any drowners holding on to his sister. Fortunately Trista had the same idea, making the task much easier.
Danielle nods, as the carriage pulls up in front of the casino's underwhelming street front. As the two milfs head downstairs into the Grand casino, they see that security has been increased slightly, but no one recognises Mirellia so far. Heading out amongst the gaming area, they're soon approached by a bearded rogue, quite handsome and well dressed, around their age. "Ah, Danielle! I've been waiting." He strides to the redhead, kissing her and reaching down to grope her ass, unperturbed by the people all around. Pulling back from the kiss, he looks hungrily at Mirellia. "Danielle said she'd be bringing a friend. I'm Waldemar." He reaches out a hand for her to shake, at least polite enough not to grope her outright, despite clearly intending to get the aristocratic milf in his bed, and soon.
Matthias gets back to rowing, and soon the boat drifts out of the lake and into another part of the river system, eventually coming into view of two settlements in the distance. One is a rather fine looking small town, uncharacteristically wealthy in appearance for the swamps. The other is poorer looking, with huts like the last villages, but has an imposing palisade around it. Matthias looks up at Verena to see which one she prefers.
Working together, The Witcher and the nobleman manage to hack their way into the drowners, pulling Isabella free. Though the sorceress can mend her clothing with magic, in the chaos she fails to notice the damage Trista has done to her dress, leaving her exceptionally round and firm ass visible to both her rescuers. With an angry snarl, Isabella thrusts a hand forward, and one of the drowners screams and explodes, showering his fellow monsters in gore. "Bastards!" She shouts in a huff, before walking on. Behind them, the drowners seem stunned by the carnage that such a small group inflicted upon them, and backs off warily. The group enjoys a modicum of peace after that, Boris leading them through the tunnels illuminated by magical light. "We're gettin' close to the vault." He grunts, trying to work his way to the rear of the group so he can ogle Isabella's ass. "I think there's some rotfiends up ahead, near the bodies of the architect and his boys. Be careful, the buggers explode when you kill them."
"Thanks for warming us." Trista said, tried to ignored firm ass of Isabella, what made Trista jealus for her own. Damit, she know pretty well, that sorceress get beatyfull by magic, but it doesn't change the fact, that every woman want to feel atractive. She look at Gustav. "So will be better for us to push them away by Ard. Let's hope the explosive didn't warm our host."
"I don't know. I don't spend too much time in cities, given how I make a living." Amongst the labyrinthine streets, Ard is pulled further and further, guided by the artifact's almost indomitable will. Through several alleys, the Rider is led into a large square market. Scorch marks and shattered masonry point to a recent battle occuring here, but the people of the city pay little mind, merchants peddling their wares to townspeople rich and poor alike. "Filth! The Gods have chosen to test our faith, by besetting us with the most disgusting filth!" Against the edge of the market, in Ard's path, stands an old man in ragged robes, shouting out to a crowd of a dozen or so people. "Yes, the monsters that plague us have been sent by the Gods, to test our faith! But monsters are not the only filth dirtying our fair lands! All around us are filth: Heretics, sorcerers, witchers, and..." The man looks up from his crowd, spotting Ard and fixing him with a hateful glare. "And elves". Ars gets an uncomfortable feeling as the crowd turns to follow the preacher's gaze, and fixes him with similar expressions.
