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For the Witchermonstermayhem August prompt “Wake up!” and the Augustofwhump prompt 19 “Midnight”
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Chapters: 29/? Words: 20,126 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Jaskier | Dandelion, Angoulême (The Witcher), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Friendship, Monsters, Interactive Fiction, Reader-Interactive, Choose Your Own Adventure, Witcher Monster MAYhem Prompt Event 2024, The Hansa | Geralt's Company (The Witcher), Adventure, POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, augustofwhump, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Phantom pain, Geralt's bad knee, Mystery, spooky forest, eerie ruin, dark tunnels, archive warnings depend on the path you take, if applicable there are archive warnings in the text before you choose a specific path
Summary: On their way to rescue Ciri, Geralt and his Hansa come by the ruin of an old castle. It is a bit eerie, but should they stay the night there anyway or rather move on toward the forest? You decide!
Interactive Choose your own adventure Hansa fic with different options for the reader to choose from!
Everything is quiet for a long while, except for the one or other soft snore coming from Jaskier or Cahir every now and then, or a muffled groan from Geralt when he turns around in his fitful sleep, or a string of mumbled gibberish from Angouleme while she is having a vivid dream. Milva does not make any sound at all, she only cuddles up closer to Cahir in her sleep for warmth. It has become quite chilly. Not that Regis would be affected by the cold of the night in any way, but he can faintly see his comrades' condensed breath and most of their blankets and cloaks are not well-suited for low, or even frosty nightly temperatures. Catching a bad cold on their travels would not be a good thing, and winter is coming. He should have brought his knitting needles and wool. Why on the continent did he not think of it when he so spontaneously decided to join the Witcher and his friends? One of the best decisions he has ever made in his life, yes, but he could have planned for his departure a little better. Well, too late for regrets now. Now he can only watch and try to keep his comrades safe.
He gazes around the ruin once more. According to his internal clock and the positions of the moon and stars, it must be around midnight, the hour of the night humans believe is particularly dangerous and filled with ghosts and monsters. It would be nice if Regis could simply attribute this belief to superstition like so many other man-made myths. However, there is a grain of truth to it. And, of course, there it is again, this movement in the shadows. Bollocks! And the creature or whatever it is appears to become bolder, venture closer to where they have made camp ...