The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

"For me, ale and stew." Triste make hersefl comfortable on the sit and sigh. When Brosca return with her food, she asked him.
"Tell me, anything intresting happen in Novigrad since last time I was here? Temple of Eternal Fire maybe calm down a little or gangs make some order betheen themself? "
"Things have been getting a little hot lately, lass. There was a battle a few nights ago in the marketplace, a bunch of witch hunters fighting a mage and his bodyguards. I heard even a troll was involved." The stew is brought out, and tastes as good as she remembers.
 
"Things have been getting a little hot lately, lass. There was a battle a few nights ago in the marketplace, a bunch of witch hunters fighting a mage and his bodyguards. I heard even a troll was involved." The stew is brought out, and tastes as good as she remembers.
Trista rise eyebrown.
" Troll? I heard rumors about some gangs used troll as bodyguard, but I never meet with using one in battle. I know witch hunters and mages don't need to have reason to fight, but this is something new." She eat her stew.
 
"Haahn... I-I'm fine, lets go." Letting out a surprised moan as her son touches her, her pussy quivering as it begged for attention. While Mirellia was barely able to keep herself from masturbating, she decided it was better to escape for now.
Ashton leads the group away. There's numerous close calls as the four of them move through the inquisition based but they make it to a window, and lower themselves down a small rope ladder that had been placed outside.

Down on the street, they manage to enter a carriage and speed away. Ashton looks at his mother, making no attempt to hide where his eyes point. "There. You're safe now."

(Sorry for rushing that, I had no idea how to write it properly.)
 
Trista rise eyebrown.
" Troll? I heard rumors about some gangs used troll as bodyguard, but I never meet with using one in battle. I know witch hunters and mages don't need to have reason to fight, but this is something new." She eat her stew.
"I don't know the details, but apparently the mage escaped, and the hunters took heavy casualties." He frowns. "I worry that there's going to be a round 2."
 
Ashton leads the group away. There's numerous close calls as the four of them move through the inquisition based but they make it to a window, and lower themselves down a small rope ladder that had been placed outside.

Down on the street, they manage to enter a carriage and speed away. Ashton looks at his mother, making no attempt to hide where his eyes point. "There. You're safe now."

(Sorry for rushing that, I had no idea how to write it properly.)

As they finally managed to escape, Mirellia is once again rendered unconscious as her fatigue comes crashing back. She breathes heavily, her bare tits rising up, and down as she slept.

(No worries. I take it they didn't manage to recover her breastplate?)
 
As they finally managed to escape, Mirellia is once again rendered unconscious as her fatigue comes crashing back. She breathes heavily, her bare tits rising up, and down as she slept.

(No worries. I take it they didn't manage to recover her breastplate?)
Mirellia awakens after a long period of sleep, refreshed after her ordeal. Opening her eyes, she sees that she's lying in her bedroom in Gunther's house, nude.

(No, it was left in Menge's office.)
 
"I don't know the details, but apparently the mage escaped, and the hunters took heavy casualties." He frowns. "I worry that there's going to be a round 2."
Trista split on the floor.
"Damit, these powerful people. If they really want to race who dick is bigger, they should done it outside the city, not among common people." She said and look at dwarf.
"And local gangs leaders doing nothing with that? They must know, that war it mean loss in money for them."
 
Trista split on the floor.
"Damit, these powerful people. If they really want to race who dick is bigger, they should done it outside the city, not among common people." She said and look at dwarf.
"And local gangs leaders doing nothing with that? They must know, that war it mean loss in money for them."
"At least there were no civilian casualties." He shrugs. "As for the gangs, there's been nothing big happening, but I've heard rumours. Heist gangs are entering the city, getting ready to hit one of the big four bosses."
 
Mirellia awakens after a long period of sleep, refreshed after her ordeal. Opening her eyes, she sees that she's lying in her bedroom in Gunther's house, nude.

(No, it was left in Menge's office.)

As she woke up, Mirelloa shuddered as she recalled what she went through. "Mmh." She brushes a finger against her nipple, eager to see if her body had returned to its normal sensitivity, or if she still felt a heightened sense of pleasure.
 
As she woke up, Mirelloa shuddered as she recalled what she went through. "Mmh." She brushes a finger against her nipple, eager to see if her body had returned to its normal sensitivity, or if she still felt a heightened sense of pleasure.
Touching herself, she finds that her body is mostly back to its old self, though she does feel slightly more sensitive than before.
 
"At least there were no civilian casualties." He shrugs. "As for the gangs, there's been nothing big happening, but I've heard rumours. Heist gangs are entering the city, getting ready to hit one of the big four bosses."
"Another thugs wars, isn't it? Well, let't drink for that they didn't attack your inn, old prick." She said risnig her tancred and drink ale. "Alright, I don't know how long we will stay here, but I will keept room for few days, okey?" If Brosca have nothing to add, she will get her things and go to her room, to leave them there and later she will return to siblings.
"So, there is anything what you want to do first or we will go to conact?"
 
"Another thugs wars, isn't it? Well, let't drink for that they didn't attack your inn, old prick." She said risnig her tancred and drink ale. "Alright, I don't know how long we will stay here, but I will keept room for few days, okey?" If Brosca have nothing to add, she will get her things and go to her room, to leave them there and later she will return to siblings.
"So, there is anything what you want to do first or we will go to conact?"
@moonblack Varrin hears Tristan's question after she finishes chatting to the bartender.
 
Touching herself, she finds that her body is mostly back to its old self, though she does feel slightly more sensitive than before.

"Nnh." Mirellia lets out a moan as she noticed the increase with her body's sensitivity. But for now, she gets herself cleaned up, before putting on her usual clothes and lingerie. After which she heads to the dining room to get a meal.
 
"Nnh." Mirellia lets out a moan as she noticed the increase with her body's sensitivity. But for now, she gets herself cleaned up, before putting on her usual clothes and lingerie. After which she heads to the dining room to get a meal.
Ashton and Gunther meet her in the hall, the servants quickly preparing a meal. "Are you all right?" Gunther looks concerned. "I'm terribly sorry." He utters after she's sat down and her meal is served. "You've been asleep for quite a while."
 
Ashton and Gunther meet her in the hall, the servants quickly preparing a meal. "Are you all right?" Gunther looks concerned. "I'm terribly sorry." He utters after she's sat down and her meal is served. "You've been asleep for quite a while."

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry, I knew what I was getting in to." Mirellia replied in her usual calm tone. "... How long was I gone?" She asked, still unsure how long she spent in the dungeon.
 
"I... see." She replied, taking the cup of water, and drinking from it. "What about the mage, Samuel. Is he safe?" Mirellia asked as she eats her meal.
"He made it out, unharmed." Ashton smiles. "Largely thanks to you." The meal isn't as gourmet as usual, but it's more filling, which seems more important than taste at the moment.
 
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