KILLING MONSTERS.

Independent Geralt of Rivia RP. Books and games canon.

[masakratragedia]

“I manage." The witcher looked him straight in the eyes, "I manage because I have to. Because I've no other way out. Because I've overcome the vanity and pride of being different. I've understood that they are a pitiful defense against being different. Because I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes, but I'm not the axis of those changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, and jumping at it with a hoe isn't going to do anything.”

Independent Geralt of Rivia RP. Book and Game Canon.

Multi-verse friendly.

Mature themes apply.

Storyline driven and banter accepted.

[angel-e-v-a]

[kovir]

WITCHER IV REVEAL TRAILER Ciri fighting like Geralt  

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[classsymemes]

starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

for  a  happy  starter .

for  a  melancholy  starter .

for  an  excited  starter .

for  an  angry  starter .

for  a  soft  starter .

for  a  silly  starter .

for  an  angsty  starter .

for  a  violent  starter .

for  a  romantic  starter .

for  a  sexual  starter .

for  a  comforting  starter .

for  a  threatening  starter .

for  an  argumentative  starter .

for  an  action / adventure  starter .

for  a  flirtatious  starter .

for  a  loving  starter .

for  a  hostile  starter .

for  an  envious  starter .

for  a  fearful  starter .

for  an  injured / sick  starter .

for  an  urgent  starter .

for  a  celebratory  starter .

for  a  reunion  starter .

for  a  lazy  starter .

for  a  protective  starter .

for  a  domestic  starter .

for  an  intimate  starter .

for  a  weather - based  starter .

for  a  surprised  starter .

for  a  malicious  starter .

for  an  illegal  starter .

for  a  concerned  starter .

for  a  tense  starter .

for  a  sentimental  starter .

for  a  hopeful  starter .

for  a  hopeless  starter .

for  a  guilty  starter .

for  an  embarrassed  starter .

for  an  anxious  starter .

for  a  desperate  starter .

for  a  disappointed  starter .

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for  an  impulsive  starter .

for  a  resentful  starter .

for  a  suspicious  starter .

for  a  conflicted  starter .

for  a  provoked  starter .

for  an  awkward  starter .

for  a  dishonest  starter .

for  a  fatigued  starter .

for  a  grateful  starter .

for  a  flustered  starter .

for  a  vulnerable  starter .

for  a  manipulative  starter .

for  a  professional  starter .

for  a  mischievous  starter .

for  a  relieved  starter .

for  a  cooperative  starter .

for  an  uncooperative  starter .

for  a  moody  starter .

for  an  impatient  starter .

for  a  competitive  starter .

for  an  encouraging  starter .

for  a  sensual  starter .

for  an  interrupted  starter .

for  a  clumsy  starter .

for  a  tearful  starter .

for  an  affectionate  starter .

for  a  cozy  starter .

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[yenvengerberg]

#current mood

[yenvengerberg]

GERALT OF RIVIA + 'hmm' The Witcher: Season 3

[itspapillonnoir]

"Thanks for the gift."

[masakratragedia]

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

[fallesto]

TOUSSAINT WAS EVERYTHING THEY SAID IT WAS THE LAND OF BLOOD AND WINE

Now more than ever leaning heavily on the blood part of what people mutter about this fairy tale land. Tales of a fair duchess, of maidens in towers, of gallant knights and of course every fairy tale had to have a monster to slay, but it seemed that in Toussaint the monsters had forgotten there role within there stories and had turned on the people, attacking there fair city, leaving thousands dead in one night, and countless more in peril of joining them in the afterlife.

She had been on the frontlines; she had seen the horror of war with her own eyes. She had held men dying in her arms as she tried to do everything, she could to save them, but nothing compared to what she had seen in Beauclaire. The blood was still being washed from the streets. The dead where still being gathered to be given their final rites and buried. The wounded, the sick, the injured – they littered the churches, the shops, any establishment that could house them had opened their doors to them, people where dying every day – the night of the long fangs might have been over with the witcher, but it wasn’t over for the people of Beauclaire.

“I can find more pleasure and beauty on the front lines.” She would offer a playful shrug, was this the life of a witcher? She could only imagine what he had to go through, what manner of creature did he have to fight to stop the nightmare. At least for him, the nightmare was over, his work was completed, the contract finished while hers was only just starting. “You saved so many people Geralt, but there is still so many more that need help.” She would glance down – she had little money to offer him, but Beauclaire was not the paradise it once was, and come nightfall – there where still creatures lingering trying to take the scraps left behind.

“I need your help.”

[masakratragedia]

Geralt could imagine the devastation that’d been left behind in the city. He’d waded through a torrent of blood and monsters to do what he needed to do. He’d heard the screams, witnessed the body parts littering the roads. He’d needed to block it out. Stopping Detlaff was all he could focus on at the time. The memories would never leave.

Now the worst was over he could help those who had suffered. Without hesitation, the witcher answered, “of course I’ll help. Saw a lot of terrible things in Beauclaire. The kind I wish I could forget. All that blood...only a matter of time before monsters find their way back.” 

Rolling his broad shoulders, the witcher shook off his lethargy. As much as he’d like to lay down in the sun for a while the Path called to him and a witcher’s work was never done. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

[fallesto]

WORKING ON THE FRONTLINES –

It was dangerous. She put her own life on the line when she walked onto the field of battle, but this was different. There was a code of conduct to warfare, laws put into place, harsh punishments set up for those who broke them, that medics where not to be harmed. Not everyone listened, not everyone cared and there where quite a few times she had found herself in a dangerous situation, but this was different. Men she could handle, monsters on the other hand was different.

She was here on her own, she didn’t have any soldiers with her from the king’s army. She didn’t have anyone truly supporting her. She was here to help anyone who needed it, but this much death, this much horror all in one place – the smell of death still lingered the air and the monsters that scattered when the night was ended – some had returned to continue to do harm. She needed someone who could protect her, someone who could guide her through the worst affected parts of the city, someone who could hold their own, she needed a witcher.

“I cannot pay you Geralt, but I can give you any medical supplies or ingredients that you might need?” It was a hard thing to ask someone to do there trained profession free of coin. Friendship was not the same as currency and she would not have him put himself in harms way, because she asked him to do it. She would give him a suitable package for his reward – for time spent protecting her as she worked.

“I am to return to Beauclaire and continue my work, most of the city has been sectioned off, but there are still many sick and wounded left behind who are not getting the medical treatment they need.”

[masakratragedia]

The general consensus about witchers was that they never did anything for free. Coin was the only language they understood. A story as accurate as vampires being unable to walk in sunlight and being repelled by garlic. When his friends came calling, Geralt required no payment.

“Keep your supplies for the people who need them most,” the witcher said, standing. “You’ve got a job to do after all.” A small smile, a gesture to indicate  all was well and that she’d get her chance to help the citizens of Beauclaire. 

The white wolf motioned for her to follow him to the stables. Leading Roach into the sun, Geralt climbed into the saddle and offered her a hand up so she could join him on the back.

Setting off towards the city, Geralt travelled at a brisk pace. “This your first time in Toussaint?” He asked, passing over a rocky bridge. 

[fallesto]

THERE HAD BEEN NO TIME –

She had headed straight to Beauclaire, straight to the source of the problem. She had been guided through the city, through the worst hit areas and it was clear with only the small handful of hours she was there for that these people needed help. The knights she had with her, where not up to the task of defending her. They where only there for a short amount of time before you could hear the sounds of the creatures lurking in the darkness, the claws against the cold stone under there paws, the hunger in their cries, there master might have been dead, but they where not and Toussaint had offered them the one thing they never had before, it had given them Beauclaire – an endless source of food and some had refused to leave, some had remained and if she had stayed any longer she and those knights that had guided her through the ruined city, would have joined those who had been killed.

“I had always wished to come here, but never for my work –“ She had taken his hand as he gently guided her up as she sat behind him and watched ahead as he would lead them on their path.

She like any other young lady had heard the stories of Toussaint, she like so many others had wanted to come here to experience it for themselves and she was experiencing it in the way, the underbelly of Toussaint – the parts you are not told about and are not meant to see. She had wanted to see Toussaint, but when did she ever have time away from her work. The war was not over, it would never be over. There would always be fighting, there would always be men killing one another – and she would always be there cleaning up the mess they left behind.

“The death of King Radovid – it made me take this job, to get away from it all. You have no idea how bad things have become with his death, how far things have fallen without his leadership – the armies have scattered, the front lines have fallen and the empire is crushing the last bits of residence. I needed something like this – a challenge to keep my away from my home until things go back to normal – if that is even possible.”

[masakratragedia]

He listened while she explained the aftermath of Radovid’s death, the thousands of small reactions that had been set off by the murder of another monarch. Reflecting on his own part in the deed, Geralt felt no regret for aiding Roache and the others. Radovid would’ve continued his bloody path and turned his mad persecution on mages and non-humans if he were still alive.

“A friend once told me Toussaint is like a fine wine. Best enjoyed in small doses. I tend to agree with him. What I do know is you’ll find plenty of folk here who’re in need of care. Just so happens you’re the best damn healer I know so they’ll be in good hands.”

Crossing through the Beauclaire gates, the witcher heard a smattering of cheers in his wake. Since being awarded the highest honours by Duchess Anarietta, Geralt had been experiencing something unusual: genuine approval by a populace. 

Felt strange not being insulted, called a freak, treated with suspicion. It could grow on him. At the very least it should help make the journey through the city easy and after a short distance they arrived at one of the most badly impacted sites. 

Soldiers milled around the area, blocking off access. When they saw him, the guards bowed their heads in deference. “Good to see you again, master witcher. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“My friend here’s looking to help your wounded. She’s a medic. Think you can let us through?”

“But of course,” the lead soldier nodded, waving them through the checkpoint. 

[fallesto]

THE FALL OF HER COUNTRY -

Radovid was many things, but he was still her king. His death had changed a great deal for her. His armies had scattered and the war had all but come to an end. There were rumours of someone ceasing power in Radovid place, of turning the tides of war, but they were just rumours and nothing more. It was why she had come here, why she had taken this contract and position. Radovid death had changed nothing here, his fall had not affected anyone here and it was here she knew she could be the most help. These people needed help, they needed someone to treat them and this is what she had trained her entire life to do.

“Perhaps once my work is completed - I might find the to see the beauty that Toussaint has to offer, but no doubt by the time I am finished here, someone else will summon me.”

Such was the life she lead. Radovid death, the fall of his armies meant that she was free. To seek out new clients. To help new people. To go to new lands she had never been before and this was just the first of many she wished to see. She would have her work cut out for her here, there was no shortage of sick and wounded. She exchanged pleasantries with him, talking about all she had seen on her journey here, the things she had seen on the frontlines of the war, the people she had helped and when they entered Beauclaire, when there were stopped she had expected a harsh reaction to her being with a witcher, but instead it was quite the opposite.

“Master Witcher -” She nudged him playfully. The way the knight had said it, with his thick southern accent, he meant every single word of it - these people were in debt to the witcher for ending there nightmare and they were showing there appreciation to him. “Seems a lot has changed for you, never heard anyone praise a witcher before for a job well done.”

[masakratragedia]

A brave new world. Geralt mused to himself ruefully. “Wouldn’t go that far.  Toussaint’s not like anywhere else in the world.” A more hopeful part of him liked the idea that one day everywhere on The Continent could treat witchers as anyone else. Even see them as forces for good. 

The realist in him, the side that’d seen the worst of humanity understood it to be a falsehood. Today Toussaint was praising him. Tomorrow it could be cursing him again. Nothing in life was ever certain and he learned long ago to simply keep moving regardless of the what happened.

Cutting through the square, Geralt climbed from the saddle and helped her down. Scanning the area he noted the medical tents that’d been set up, no doubt by healers the Duchess had sent for. Looking further to the horizon, he saw the sun dipping and figured he’d be most useful when the sun went down.

“Evening’s not far off. Best case scenario there won't be anymore attacks but I’ll do what I can to let you do your work in peace.” 

[ninavale]

“You can’t stop a soldier from being frightened but you can give him motivation to help him overcome that fear. I have no such motivation. I can’t have. I’m a witcher: an artificially created mutant. I kill monsters for money. I defend children when their parents pay me to. If Nilfgaardian parents pay me, I’ll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin - which does not seem likely to me - I’ll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster kills me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.”

Geralt of Rivia, Blood of the Elves  (via jaynefray)

[masakratragedia]

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

[fallesto]

TOUSSAINT WAS EVERYTHING THEY SAID IT WAS THE LAND OF BLOOD AND WINE

Now more than ever leaning heavily on the blood part of what people mutter about this fairy tale land. Tales of a fair duchess, of maidens in towers, of gallant knights and of course every fairy tale had to have a monster to slay, but it seemed that in Toussaint the monsters had forgotten there role within there stories and had turned on the people, attacking there fair city, leaving thousands dead in one night, and countless more in peril of joining them in the afterlife.

She had been on the frontlines; she had seen the horror of war with her own eyes. She had held men dying in her arms as she tried to do everything, she could to save them, but nothing compared to what she had seen in Beauclaire. The blood was still being washed from the streets. The dead where still being gathered to be given their final rites and buried. The wounded, the sick, the injured – they littered the churches, the shops, any establishment that could house them had opened their doors to them, people where dying every day – the night of the long fangs might have been over with the witcher, but it wasn’t over for the people of Beauclaire.

“I can find more pleasure and beauty on the front lines.” She would offer a playful shrug, was this the life of a witcher? She could only imagine what he had to go through, what manner of creature did he have to fight to stop the nightmare. At least for him, the nightmare was over, his work was completed, the contract finished while hers was only just starting. “You saved so many people Geralt, but there is still so many more that need help.” She would glance down – she had little money to offer him, but Beauclaire was not the paradise it once was, and come nightfall – there where still creatures lingering trying to take the scraps left behind.

“I need your help.”

[masakratragedia]

Geralt could imagine the devastation that’d been left behind in the city. He’d waded through a torrent of blood and monsters to do what he needed to do. He’d heard the screams, witnessed the body parts littering the roads. He’d needed to block it out. Stopping Detlaff was all he could focus on at the time. The memories would never leave.

Now the worst was over he could help those who had suffered. Without hesitation, the witcher answered, “of course I’ll help. Saw a lot of terrible things in Beauclaire. The kind I wish I could forget. All that blood...only a matter of time before monsters find their way back.” 

Rolling his broad shoulders, the witcher shook off his lethargy. As much as he’d like to lay down in the sun for a while the Path called to him and a witcher’s work was never done. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

[fallesto]

WORKING ON THE FRONTLINES –

It was dangerous. She put her own life on the line when she walked onto the field of battle, but this was different. There was a code of conduct to warfare, laws put into place, harsh punishments set up for those who broke them, that medics where not to be harmed. Not everyone listened, not everyone cared and there where quite a few times she had found herself in a dangerous situation, but this was different. Men she could handle, monsters on the other hand was different.

She was here on her own, she didn’t have any soldiers with her from the king’s army. She didn’t have anyone truly supporting her. She was here to help anyone who needed it, but this much death, this much horror all in one place – the smell of death still lingered the air and the monsters that scattered when the night was ended – some had returned to continue to do harm. She needed someone who could protect her, someone who could guide her through the worst affected parts of the city, someone who could hold their own, she needed a witcher.

“I cannot pay you Geralt, but I can give you any medical supplies or ingredients that you might need?” It was a hard thing to ask someone to do there trained profession free of coin. Friendship was not the same as currency and she would not have him put himself in harms way, because she asked him to do it. She would give him a suitable package for his reward – for time spent protecting her as she worked.

“I am to return to Beauclaire and continue my work, most of the city has been sectioned off, but there are still many sick and wounded left behind who are not getting the medical treatment they need.”

[masakratragedia]

The general consensus about witchers was that they never did anything for free. Coin was the only language they understood. A story as accurate as vampires being unable to walk in sunlight and being repelled by garlic. When his friends came calling, Geralt required no payment.

“Keep your supplies for the people who need them most,” the witcher said, standing. “You’ve got a job to do after all.” A small smile, a gesture to indicate  all was well and that she’d get her chance to help the citizens of Beauclaire. 

The white wolf motioned for her to follow him to the stables. Leading Roach into the sun, Geralt climbed into the saddle and offered her a hand up so she could join him on the back.

Setting off towards the city, Geralt travelled at a brisk pace. “This your first time in Toussaint?” He asked, passing over a rocky bridge. 

[fallesto]

THERE HAD BEEN NO TIME –

She had headed straight to Beauclaire, straight to the source of the problem. She had been guided through the city, through the worst hit areas and it was clear with only the small handful of hours she was there for that these people needed help. The knights she had with her, where not up to the task of defending her. They where only there for a short amount of time before you could hear the sounds of the creatures lurking in the darkness, the claws against the cold stone under there paws, the hunger in their cries, there master might have been dead, but they where not and Toussaint had offered them the one thing they never had before, it had given them Beauclaire – an endless source of food and some had refused to leave, some had remained and if she had stayed any longer she and those knights that had guided her through the ruined city, would have joined those who had been killed.

“I had always wished to come here, but never for my work –“ She had taken his hand as he gently guided her up as she sat behind him and watched ahead as he would lead them on their path.

She like any other young lady had heard the stories of Toussaint, she like so many others had wanted to come here to experience it for themselves and she was experiencing it in the way, the underbelly of Toussaint – the parts you are not told about and are not meant to see. She had wanted to see Toussaint, but when did she ever have time away from her work. The war was not over, it would never be over. There would always be fighting, there would always be men killing one another – and she would always be there cleaning up the mess they left behind.

“The death of King Radovid – it made me take this job, to get away from it all. You have no idea how bad things have become with his death, how far things have fallen without his leadership – the armies have scattered, the front lines have fallen and the empire is crushing the last bits of residence. I needed something like this – a challenge to keep my away from my home until things go back to normal – if that is even possible.”

[masakratragedia]

He listened while she explained the aftermath of Radovid’s death, the thousands of small reactions that had been set off by the murder of another monarch. Reflecting on his own part in the deed, Geralt felt no regret for aiding Roache and the others. Radovid would’ve continued his bloody path and turned his mad persecution on mages and non-humans if he were still alive.

“A friend once told me Toussaint is like a fine wine. Best enjoyed in small doses. I tend to agree with him. What I do know is you’ll find plenty of folk here who’re in need of care. Just so happens you’re the best damn healer I know so they’ll be in good hands.”

Crossing through the Beauclaire gates, the witcher heard a smattering of cheers in his wake. Since being awarded the highest honours by Duchess Anarietta, Geralt had been experiencing something unusual: genuine approval by a populace. 

Felt strange not being insulted, called a freak, treated with suspicion. It could grow on him. At the very least it should help make the journey through the city easy and after a short distance they arrived at one of the most badly impacted sites. 

Soldiers milled around the area, blocking off access. When they saw him, the guards bowed their heads in deference. “Good to see you again, master witcher. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“My friend here’s looking to help your wounded. She’s a medic. Think you can let us through?”

“But of course,” the lead soldier nodded, waving them through the checkpoint. 

[elfsroot]

[masakratragedia]

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

[fallesto]

TOUSSAINT WAS EVERYTHING THEY SAID IT WAS THE LAND OF BLOOD AND WINE

Now more than ever leaning heavily on the blood part of what people mutter about this fairy tale land. Tales of a fair duchess, of maidens in towers, of gallant knights and of course every fairy tale had to have a monster to slay, but it seemed that in Toussaint the monsters had forgotten there role within there stories and had turned on the people, attacking there fair city, leaving thousands dead in one night, and countless more in peril of joining them in the afterlife.

She had been on the frontlines; she had seen the horror of war with her own eyes. She had held men dying in her arms as she tried to do everything, she could to save them, but nothing compared to what she had seen in Beauclaire. The blood was still being washed from the streets. The dead where still being gathered to be given their final rites and buried. The wounded, the sick, the injured – they littered the churches, the shops, any establishment that could house them had opened their doors to them, people where dying every day – the night of the long fangs might have been over with the witcher, but it wasn’t over for the people of Beauclaire.

“I can find more pleasure and beauty on the front lines.” She would offer a playful shrug, was this the life of a witcher? She could only imagine what he had to go through, what manner of creature did he have to fight to stop the nightmare. At least for him, the nightmare was over, his work was completed, the contract finished while hers was only just starting. “You saved so many people Geralt, but there is still so many more that need help.” She would glance down – she had little money to offer him, but Beauclaire was not the paradise it once was, and come nightfall – there where still creatures lingering trying to take the scraps left behind.

“I need your help.”

[masakratragedia]

Geralt could imagine the devastation that’d been left behind in the city. He’d waded through a torrent of blood and monsters to do what he needed to do. He’d heard the screams, witnessed the body parts littering the roads. He’d needed to block it out. Stopping Detlaff was all he could focus on at the time. The memories would never leave.

Now the worst was over he could help those who had suffered. Without hesitation, the witcher answered, “of course I’ll help. Saw a lot of terrible things in Beauclaire. The kind I wish I could forget. All that blood...only a matter of time before monsters find their way back.” 

Rolling his broad shoulders, the witcher shook off his lethargy. As much as he’d like to lay down in the sun for a while the Path called to him and a witcher’s work was never done. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

[fallesto]

WORKING ON THE FRONTLINES –

It was dangerous. She put her own life on the line when she walked onto the field of battle, but this was different. There was a code of conduct to warfare, laws put into place, harsh punishments set up for those who broke them, that medics where not to be harmed. Not everyone listened, not everyone cared and there where quite a few times she had found herself in a dangerous situation, but this was different. Men she could handle, monsters on the other hand was different.

She was here on her own, she didn’t have any soldiers with her from the king’s army. She didn’t have anyone truly supporting her. She was here to help anyone who needed it, but this much death, this much horror all in one place – the smell of death still lingered the air and the monsters that scattered when the night was ended – some had returned to continue to do harm. She needed someone who could protect her, someone who could guide her through the worst affected parts of the city, someone who could hold their own, she needed a witcher.

“I cannot pay you Geralt, but I can give you any medical supplies or ingredients that you might need?” It was a hard thing to ask someone to do there trained profession free of coin. Friendship was not the same as currency and she would not have him put himself in harms way, because she asked him to do it. She would give him a suitable package for his reward – for time spent protecting her as she worked.

“I am to return to Beauclaire and continue my work, most of the city has been sectioned off, but there are still many sick and wounded left behind who are not getting the medical treatment they need.”

[masakratragedia]

The general consensus about witchers was that they never did anything for free. Coin was the only language they understood. A story as accurate as vampires being unable to walk in sunlight and being repelled by garlic. When his friends came calling, Geralt required no payment.

“Keep your supplies for the people who need them most,” the witcher said, standing. “You’ve got a job to do after all.” A small smile, a gesture to indicate  all was well and that she’d get her chance to help the citizens of Beauclaire. 

The white wolf motioned for her to follow him to the stables. Leading Roach into the sun, Geralt climbed into the saddle and offered her a hand up so she could join him on the back.

Setting off towards the city, Geralt travelled at a brisk pace. “This your first time in Toussaint?” He asked, passing over a rocky bridge. 

[masakratragedia]

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

[fallesto]

TOUSSAINT WAS EVERYTHING THEY SAID IT WAS THE LAND OF BLOOD AND WINE

Now more than ever leaning heavily on the blood part of what people mutter about this fairy tale land. Tales of a fair duchess, of maidens in towers, of gallant knights and of course every fairy tale had to have a monster to slay, but it seemed that in Toussaint the monsters had forgotten there role within there stories and had turned on the people, attacking there fair city, leaving thousands dead in one night, and countless more in peril of joining them in the afterlife.

She had been on the frontlines; she had seen the horror of war with her own eyes. She had held men dying in her arms as she tried to do everything, she could to save them, but nothing compared to what she had seen in Beauclaire. The blood was still being washed from the streets. The dead where still being gathered to be given their final rites and buried. The wounded, the sick, the injured – they littered the churches, the shops, any establishment that could house them had opened their doors to them, people where dying every day – the night of the long fangs might have been over with the witcher, but it wasn’t over for the people of Beauclaire.

“I can find more pleasure and beauty on the front lines.” She would offer a playful shrug, was this the life of a witcher? She could only imagine what he had to go through, what manner of creature did he have to fight to stop the nightmare. At least for him, the nightmare was over, his work was completed, the contract finished while hers was only just starting. “You saved so many people Geralt, but there is still so many more that need help.” She would glance down – she had little money to offer him, but Beauclaire was not the paradise it once was, and come nightfall – there where still creatures lingering trying to take the scraps left behind.

“I need your help.”

[masakratragedia]

Geralt could imagine the devastation that’d been left behind in the city. He’d waded through a torrent of blood and monsters to do what he needed to do. He’d heard the screams, witnessed the body parts littering the roads. He’d needed to block it out. Stopping Detlaff was all he could focus on at the time. The memories would never leave.

Now the worst was over he could help those who had suffered. Without hesitation, the witcher answered, “of course I’ll help. Saw a lot of terrible things in Beauclaire. The kind I wish I could forget. All that blood...only a matter of time before monsters find their way back.” 

Rolling his broad shoulders, the witcher shook off his lethargy. As much as he’d like to lay down in the sun for a while the Path called to him and a witcher’s work was never done. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

[iincantatriix]

masakratragedia​:

The witcher watched her pour out the mead, taking note of the gesture. He was used to being a professional, to being treated like a freak and with a mixture of suspicion, hostility and ridicule. Few were interested in sharing a drink with him when discussing a contract, yet sorceresses were of a certain ilk and he appreciated the politeness.

Taking the mug, Geralt nodded in acknowledgement. “A pleasure.” He sipped the mead while she explained the contract and mulled over the facts. Not much to go on but he’d done more with less. 

“Yeah. I’ll accept the contract. Need to know a couple more things before I get started. Do the victims have anything in common and where was the last reported site of a disappearance on the road between Kaer Trolde and Rannvaig?” 

     A small sigh of relief, imperceptible to the average human, but certainly noticed by the witcher, fell from ginatia pink lips. Sorceresses could often have a reputation for being cold, uncaring toward anything save for their own interests, and Amora was far from different from her colleagues, but she cared about her fellow Skelligans. She would help them if she could, despite their distrust of her and her kind. Despite their distrust of Geralt and his kind. Another sip. 

     “As far as I know the only things they have in common are the fact that they traveled the same road. It’s really the only road between Kaer Trolde and the rest of Ard Skellig, our merchants rely on it, our commerce and trade between villages and the harbor have all but stalled. That’s the only part of this that upsets the jarls.” One would think, being the seafaring people they were, that they would simply use boats to solve the issue of acquiring goods, but some merchants would rather take their chances on the road than with the sirens that littered the coast lines.

     “I have but one request. I wish to go with you.”

[masakratragedia]

He hadn’t expected much more information. Still needed to do his due diligence. Only real way to solve the mystery was to go to the site and see if he could pick up a trail. Putting his cup down, the witcher was about to get ready to leave when she made her request.

Geralt paused. Stranger things had happened that a witcher and a sorceress travelling together and her knowledge of the area would be useful. “Fine. All I’ll say is that you’ll need a fast horse.” Striding out of the hut, the white wolf got back into the saddle and waited for her to join him.

As soon as they were on the road, Geralt snapped Roach into a brisk pace. “How long have you been in the area?” The witcher remarked, making conversation as much as he was searching for more information that could give him an idea of what he was looking for.

Soon enough, they arrived at the site and Geralt climbed down from the saddle. Approaching the patch where the latest attack occurred, he started to look for any signs of a trail. 

[masakratragedia]

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.