The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

Looking it over, Mirellia judges that she could probably put on the breastplate and maybe the pauldrons. It won't conceal her at all, as her face will still be exposed, but it'll protect her, at least.

Gustav approaches and helps him carry the dead man.
@Regin34 The still living elf starts to stir.

"Right. Well, I guess I should keep the set, just in case we'll need to disguise ourselves." She said as she puts on what she could, keeping the other parts aside if they do decide to sneak in to the hunt's ranks.
 
Ard wondered if that could be Varrin's sister, he chuckled, 'You are so adorable when you are angry, that certainly has not changed.' Ard smiled at Evelienn, 'Yet, you have certainly grown up in the meanwhile. So different from the young elf I used to know, and you definitely did not use to wear dresses like that.'
She rolls her eyes at him. "Yes, and you didn't look like some half starved vagabond either. What can I say? I like dressing like this. It's not the most scandalous thing a noble has ever worn, by far."
 
She rolls her eyes at him. "Yes, and you didn't look like some half starved vagabond either. What can I say? I like dressing like this. It's not the most scandalous thing a noble has ever worn, by far."
'Hah, you still have the sharp tongue, though. I have to say I did miss you while I was gone,' Ard had to laugh, 'I did not say that you were scandalously displaying yourself or that I did not like it, did I? It makes you more mature than you used to dress. I cannot say I know the current fashion, but it suits you well.'
 
Looking it over, Mirellia judges that she could probably put on the breastplate and maybe the pauldrons. It won't conceal her at all, as her face will still be exposed, but it'll protect her, at least.

Gustav approaches and helps him carry the dead man.
@Regin34 The still living elf starts to stir.
Trista drag captured elf to cave, with help of Gustav. As they were hidden, she grab elf by hair and look him in the eyes.
"Listen here, knive ears. I'm going to ask you few questions and you will stay calm. Don't rise your voice or anything and speak in my language. Are you get it?"
 
"Right. Well, I guess I should keep the set, just in case we'll need to disguise ourselves." She said as she puts on what she could, keeping the other parts aside if they do decide to sneak in to the hunt's ranks.
"Alright, I'll put on the dead guy's armor as well." Varrin removed the brigandine he was wearing and began putting on the elf's. For now he decided to leave the helmet off, but kept it close in case he needed to put it on quickly.
Now well equipped, Varrin and Mirellia notice the captive elf begin to wake up
 
'Hah, you still have the sharp tongue, though. I have to say I did miss you while I was gone,' Ard had to laugh, 'I did not say that you were scandalously displaying yourself or that I did not like it, did I? It makes you more mature than you used to dress. I cannot say I know the current fashion, but it suits you well.'
She scans him for signs of mockery of deceit, but finding nothing, she relaxes. "Thank you." Her expression softens. "I-uh, it's good to have you back."
 
She scans him for signs of mockery of deceit, but finding nothing, she relaxes. "Thank you." Her expression softens. "I-uh, it's good to have you back."
'And it is good to be back and see you again,' Ard smiled, 'Now, I think I will have a look at grandfather's armour. Oh, and... I might have to borrow one of the horses to get to Auberon's carriage.'

Ard left the study and headed to the place where the armour was normally displayed.
 
Trista drag captured elf to cave, with help of Gustav. As they were hidden, she grab elf by hair and look him in the eyes.
"Listen here, knive ears. I'm going to ask you few questions and you will stay calm. Don't rise your voice or anything and speak in my language. Are you get it?"
"Ah! Bloede Dhoine!" The elf breathes angrily, before switching languages. "Fine, I understand." He keeps his voice down, though with Isabella's noise suppression spell, it doesn't matter. "What do you want?"
 
Now well equipped, Varrin and Mirellia notice the captive elf begin to wake up
After putting on the armor and taking a look at himself Varrin moved to where Isabella was waiting. "How do I look? Do I make a convincing enough Wild Hunt raider? What the you think?" He inquired, curious what his sister would say. "Shall we go hear what our elven 'friend' has to say?" He added, wondering if the captured elf would cooperate.
 
'And it is good to be back and see you again,' Ard smiled, 'Now, I think I will have a look at grandfather's armour. Oh, and... I might have to borrow one of the horses to get to Auberon's carriage.'

Ard left the study and headed to the place where the armour was normally displayed.
She nods. "Sure, we have a few you can choose from." Heading upstairs to the attic, he sees his grandfather's armour standing raised on a pedestal, polished to the point that he can see his reflection in the metal.
 
She nods. "Sure, we have a few you can choose from." Heading upstairs to the attic, he sees his grandfather's armour standing raised on a pedestal, polished to the point that he can see his reflection in the metal.
A surprised it was that well tended to, Ard gathered the armour pieces and changed into them from Caranthir's armour, hoping he'd have the same build as his grandfather.
 
After putting on the armor and taking a look at himself Varrin moved to where Isabella was waiting. "How do I look? Do I make a convincing enough Wild Hunt raider? What the you think?" He inquired, curious what his sister would say. "Shall we go hear what our elven 'friend' has to say?" He added, wondering if the captured elf would cooperate.
"You're utterly convincing, dear brother. Looking at you in that armour, I can almost believe that you'd drag me off to serve your whims" She smirks, voice laden with sarcasm, before she nods at the suggestion.
 
"Ah! Bloede Dhoine!" The elf breathes angrily, before switching languages. "Fine, I understand." He keeps his voice down, though with Isabella's noise suppression spell, it doesn't matter. "What do you want?"
"First, way back to our world, no offense but I prefer my own over yours. Second, these two looking for their friend." She said playing role of good cop.
 
A surprised it was that well tended to, Ard gathered the armour pieces and changed into them from Caranthir's armour, hoping he'd have the same build as his grandfather.
He feels the armour, solid plate of a lighter colour than the Wild Hunt's, fit over his body tightly, as if made with him in mind. As he admires the fit, he hears a familiar voice behind him. "A-Ard?" Turning, he sees his family servant staring at him, wide eyed, with a rag and bucket in hand.
 
"First, way back to our world, no offense but I prefer my own over yours. Second, these two looking for their friend." She said playing role of good cop.
"A navigator could get you from world to world." The elf says. "Since Caranthir's not here, though, I'm guessing you no longer have him with you." He gives a satisfied smirk. "Good luck convincing one to take you home, especially after attacking one of us. Dumb round ears."

He looks up at the second part with a shrug, waiting for more information.
(By these two, she means Varrin and Isabella?)
 
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