#;witchertalk

[oxthsworn]

How does it feel to be in the dark, Sulvan? To know that anything could be there, waiting for you?

       He’s scared. He’d stared down the worst of the beasts the world could throw at him, fought tooth and nail to protect the kingdom he called home... 

       And all he could see was darkness. He wasn’t going to be starng any beasts down. He wasn’t going to be able to do anything. It’s like the bright future he’d envisioned for their kingdoms, and their people, had disappeared. One stupid reckless, pig headed, idiotic act of sheer brazen arrogance had taken that from him.

            “Fuck off.”

      He’d never been inclined to curse, but the situation seemed to deserve it. Whoever this was, whoever deemed it fit to say that, could burn with Inferum for all he cared.

[oxthsworn]

to the witcher: would you gamble with your life, if there was a chance to regain your sight?

     “Yes.” Without a moments hesitation or doubt.

[oxthsworn]

Has your condition taken away your value to your kingdom?

     “Nobody seems inclined to admit it to me, no.” He’s well aware that it has. He’s never going to be able to fght the same. He makes a damn useless lookout. He still hasn’t figured out how to properly handle a sword, still yet to adjust to the new sense, still struggling to sleep... A whole host of reasons that he’s lost his value to his kingdom.

[oxthsworn]

hey sulvan, can you go to bergia and kill the yeti and make a coat out of it for the queen?

     “Oh, I could fell the beast for ya, have no doubts, but I’d argue there are individuals far better suited to crafting fine clothes. I’m made to wield a sword, not stitch and sew.”

[oxthsworn]

Sulvan, could you kill a troll and make a coat out of it?

     “In theory, yes. In practicality, I wouldn’t be one to reccomend troll hide of all things if you were looking to keep out the chill. Armour wise, it would prove effective but it’s much too tough and unforgiving for a coat.”