The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

As they walk down a quiet side street, Mirellia notices two dark skinned men walking casually towards them from either side of the street.

Spotting the two men, Mirellia whispers to Gunther, "They're close. Let's go down this alley." She then lets him lead her, hoping the third mercenary would follow.
 
The dwarf nods, before leading Lutz to an abandoned warehouse along the docks, somewhat small, but isolated enough for sound not to travel far, and with an extensive basement level. "We sometimes use this place for smugglin'," the dwarf explains, "so we don't get many break ins. The riffraff know to stay away, lest they make Cleaver mad."

The man nodded.

"Will it keep the sounds in?" Lutz asked as he investigated the basement. "And will it truly be a secluded place?" He asked just to make sure. It suited his needs.

Now he only needed to capture the woman. Preferably, have some young man seduce her - or her seduce young man. He was not looking forward to kidnaping. Those things always could go wrong.
 
Spotting the two men, Mirellia whispers to Gunther, "They're close. Let's go down this alley." She then lets him lead her, hoping the third mercenary would follow.
As they continue to walk, Mirellia hears the third man move across the rooftops above them. The man in front continues to walk, seeming casual in demeanour, but the milf hears the one behind her draw a blade.
 
The man nodded.

"Will it keep the sounds in?" Lutz asked as he investigated the basement. "And will it truly be a secluded place?" He asked just to make sure. It suited his needs.

Now he only needed to capture the woman. Preferably, have some young man seduce her - or her seduce young man. He was not looking forward to kidnaping. Those things always could go wrong.
The dwarf nods to both questions, and leads Lutz to meet his boss. The two enter into an underground gambling house filled with rough looking men and dwarves. Finally, Lutz's companion points to the boss.
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"Carlo Varese." The mohawk wearing gangster looks at Lutz. "So, you're the guy who's gonna put that prissy little priestess to the question?"
 
As they continue to walk, Mirellia hears the third man move across the rooftops above them. The man in front continues to walk, seeming casual in demeanour, but the milf hears the one behind her draw a blade.

Their pace slows down a bit, until the moment they were close enough for a lunge. Mirellia embraces Gunther, her right hand slowly trails down the old man's stomach. She waits for the third mercenary to jump down, before drawing the sword on Gunther's hip. She lunges at the third mercenary, aiming at his heart. Before turning around to meet the two others following them.
 
Their pace slows down a bit, until the moment they were close enough for a lunge. Mirellia embraces Gunther, her right hand slowly trails down the old man's stomach. She waits for the third mercenary to jump down, before drawing the sword on Gunther's hip. She lunges at the third mercenary, aiming at his heart. Before turning around to meet the two others following them.
The man drops down as she expects, and lands on Gwyhyr, the sword piercing straight through him. The man behind then rushes to attack, but is hit in the back by Caster's crossbow bolt. Finally, as Mirellia tries and fails to withdraw her sword from the corpse, she sees the man in front, rushing toward Gunther with his own blade drawn.
 
Abigail exits the water beside him. "No need to apologise, elf. If I wasn't interested, I'd have turned you into a frog." Her hand touches his chest, stroking its way downwards.
Ard's gaze took in Abigail's wet body from head to toe. His arms draped his cloth around Abigail's waist, the elf's impressive cock keeping the distance between them. His hands stroking up and down while drying her, he chuckled, 'A frog? Would I turn back with the kiss of a princess?'
 
The man drops down as she expects, and lands on Gwyhyr, the sword piercing straight through him. The man behind then rushes to attack, but is hit in the back by Caster's crossbow bolt. Finally, as Mirellia tries and fails to withdraw her sword from the corpse, she sees the man in front, rushing toward Gunther with his own blade drawn.

"Tsk!" Clicking her tongue as she failed to remove Gwyhyr, Mirellia decides to discard her weapon for now. As she draws the dagger in her sleeve, throwing it at the charing mercenary. Then to give her attack an edge, she follows it up with the Aard sign. Sending a shockwave which propels her stiletto dagger wity added force.
 
She sees movement from the trees, before she kisses Gustav. The older witcher seems surprised for a moment, before his hands move across her body, and he kisses back hard.
Trista break the kiss and whisper to his ear.
"It look like we free the beast." She said and pretend to moan, listening for sounds from dwarf and werewolf.
 
Ard's gaze took in Abigail's wet body from head to toe. His arms draped his cloth around Abigail's waist, the elf's impressive cock keeping the distance between them. His hands stroking up and down while drying her, he chuckled, 'A frog? Would I turn back with the kiss of a princess?'
"No princesses here to test it out on, I'm afraid." She uses some magic to dry herself faster, her body growing warm.
 
The dwarf nods to both questions, and leads Lutz to meet his boss. The two enter into an underground gambling house filled with rough looking men and dwarves. Finally, Lutz's companion points to the boss.
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"Carlo Varese." The mohawk wearing gangster looks at Lutz. "So, you're the guy who's gonna put that prissy little priestess to the question?"

Lutz nodded.

"That's the idea - after she is captured." Lutz said. He wanted to go about the plan, but his curiosity got better of him. "She much trouble for you?" He asked.
 
"Tsk!" Clicking her tongue as she failed to remove Gwyhyr, Mirellia decides to discard her weapon for now. As she draws the dagger in her sleeve, throwing it at the charing mercenary. Then to give her attack an edge, she follows it up with the Aard sign. Sending a shockwave which propels her stiletto dagger wity added force.
The dagger thumps into the man's chest, before a blast of telekinetic energy sends him sprawling onto his back. He tries to get up again, but falls back down, and stops moving. The man behind, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his back, tries to make it to Gunther, but in the time it takes him to limp towards the merchant, Caster has reloaded, and sends another bolt to hit beside the first. All three men lie dead. "Thank you, dear." Gunther smiles at his daughter in law, surprisingly casual.
 
"No princesses here to test it out on, I'm afraid." She uses some magic to dry herself faster, her body growing warm.
Ard put the cloth on the edge of the tub, his hand coming back to touch Abigail's skin directly, his hands landing on the small of her back and drawing her in closer. With his cock poking her belly and her breasts touching his chest, Ard smiled, 'Whatever will I do with only a alluring witch in my arms?'

The elf leaned in to kiss her, slowly at first, before he became more ravenous.
 
Lutz nodded.

"That's the idea - after she is captured." Lutz said. He wanted to go about the plan, but his curiosity got better of him. "She much trouble for you?" He asked.
Carlo Varese, AKA Cleaver, shakes his head. "Nope. I pay the church every month, and in return they stay out of my business for the most part. I've heard of her, though. Apparently she's cruel, ruthless, and very ambitious."
 
Ard put the cloth on the edge of the tub, his hand coming back to touch Abigail's skin directly, his hands landing on the small of her back and drawing her in closer. With his cock poking her belly and her breasts touching his chest, Ard smiled, 'Whatever will I do with only a alluring witch in my arms?'

The elf leaned in to kiss her, slowly at first, before he became more ravenous.
Her skin warms his hands pleasantly as he touches her, and she leans in to kiss back.Her hand sliding down his chest soon finds its way to his cock, slowly jerking him off. Finding herself satisfied with his size, she adds a second hand, massaging his length. "I think you'll think of something."
 
The dagger thumps into the man's chest, before a blast of telekinetic energy sends him sprawling onto his back. He tries to get up again, but falls back down, and stops moving. The man behind, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his back, tries to make it to Gunther, but in the time it takes him to limp towards the merchant, Caster has reloaded, and sends another bolt to hit beside the first. All three men lie dead. "Thank you, dear." Gunther smiles at his daughter in law, surprisingly casual.

"Hah. Well, that should do it. Perhaps we could have kept one alive for questioning. But, that's that." Mirella sighed, holding out her hand to Gunther to return her sheath. "So, that's one group down. What's next?" She asked as she retrieves her weapons, wiping the blood on the mercenaries clothes.
 
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