#issue no 18

[iolausian-fields]

Ryan Gosling as young Hercules, being pulled under ground by a lurking creature

Young Hercules ep 41 - Adventures in the Forbidden Zone

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Issue no 18:

Monster Attack

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[whumpy-side-of-the-moon]

Whumpee awoke with a start. Panic setting in immediately. Frantically cursing themself for drifting off again, they pressed themself further into the crevasse - desperately trying to become as small as possible. Heart thumping in their chest they tried taking a steadying breath. At least this time they hadn't slipped close enough to the opening for the monster to reach them. Whumpee could still hear it out there, pacing back and forth - growling and hissing.

Whumpee clutched their arm with its still raw wounds. Their whole left side of their body was covered with shallow lacerations from the beast’s claws, but the ones on their arm were deep and oozing. The whole arm felt like it was on fire. In fact, the whole of Whumpee felt like they were burning up. Beads of perspiration covered their brow.

The venom was spreading. Whumpee could feel it draining their strength.

Closing their eyes and resting their head against the rough cave wall they tried to ignore the fear that was bubbling up inside.

All you have to do is stay awake, Whumpee thought dizzily. That’s all you have to do. Stay awake and Caretaker will find you. They’ll make it alright. They always do. Just stay awake. That’s all you have to do. Just stay awake…

[astaldis]

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Chapters: 1/1   Words: 2977 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Lammas, monster attack, Bane, Wraith, Dead Babies, Witcher Cahir, witcher monster mayhem, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, AU - Alive Cahir Summary: It is a beautiful night, fair summer weather, the air balmy, the sky clear and sprinkled with stars. The perfect night for the village's traditional Lammas celebrations, the feast of first fruits. However, unlike in the neighbouring villages and the years past, there are no bonfires here today. No corn dolls to be burned and bulls or horses to be sacrificed as an offering to the gods. No ritual dances or athletic competitions are held or blueberry loaves baked in the village bake house. This year there is no matchmaking and rolling about in the hay. For the village is in mourning, the villagers terrified. And very much in need of a Witcher. Lucky for them, one has just arrived.

This is the story of Cahir's first solo monster hunt.

[sweetlittlehale]

Lucy Hale | We Are The Rhoads Photoshoot 2016 for Darling Magazine’s Compassion Issue No. 18!

[astaldis]

You'd be wise to beware Chapter 3: Or the flying drake ...

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Rating: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Words: 12,847 Chapters: 6/6

Whumpee: Geralt, Caretakers: Jaskier, Cahir

Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Geralt of Rivia, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: field medicine, mediwhump, loss of consciousness, Myriapod, Friendship, Geralt of Rivia Whump, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alive Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Witcher Cahir, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Action/Adventure, Angst, Asphyxiation, Whumpay 2023, Cuddling & Snuggling, centipede, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Cricothyrotomy

Summary: Geralt and Cahir go on a monster hunt together where they meet an old friend. Unfortunately, the hunt is not as easy as expected ...

Excerpt from Chapter 3:

Cahir is just about to walk toward his Witcher friend, when he suddenly hears a strange whooshing in the air. He looks up. And freezes in his tracks. A dark shape is swooping down from the sky, huge, fast and deadly, instantaneously filling him with horror. A Wyvern? A Dragon? Whatever it is, it is stretching out its terrible talons to sink them straight into Geralt's back.

Before Cahir can cry out to warn his friend, though, the Witcher swivels around and slashes at the creature's scaly belly. With his enhanced Witcher perception, he must have sensed the approaching flying monster in time, thank the gods. It screeches and veers, then it attacks again. Cahir grabs his sword and darts along the lakeshore to help his comrade. However, it is not necessary. With an elegant, sweeping movement, Geralt slices through the winged creatures long, slender neck. The blow does not sever it entirely, the beast is too big for that, but it is lethal enough. Showering the Witcher with dark red blood, the draconid crashes onto the rocks and breathes its last gurgling breaths.

Geralt stands still for a moment. Then, with a groan, he crumples to the ground.

Read chapter 3 on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47067388/chapters/118793650

[astaldis]

Monster Attack - The White Death

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Fandom: The Witcher

Whumpee: Geralt of Rivia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Published: 2021-10-02; Completed: 2021-10-08; Words: 8,729; Chapters: 3/3 Summary: After Cahir has started to tell the company some of his story, there are undesirable repercussions which do not make the already sufficiently difficult crossing of the Sansmerci any easier. Neither does the weather. Nor Roach. And then there is still the Mortblanc, the White Death, lying in wait for the friends ...

Excerpt from chapter 3 of “Winterlude II”

The three companions making up the vanguard had almost reached the plateau and the source of the stream, a beautiful little waterfall mostly frozen into a cascade of icicles which fell into a small rock basin, when Geralt, with his enhanced Witcher senses, heard the sound of falling stones higher up on the mountain side. Maybe a mouflon or a mountain goat? They had not seen any animals for quite a while, actually since they had left the forest, but some cold-adapted creatures were bound to live here, too. Perhaps even a rare capricorn? Geralt scanned the rock face. However, there was nothing to be seen, just snow-covered rocks and ledges. When he turned his gaze away from the cliff again, though, he suddenly caught a movement in the corner of his eye. A bluish shape high up on the mountain, its head almost reaching into the clouds. Huge. Monstrous. It let the enormous bolder it was holding in its shovel-like hands drop.

"Ice giant! Take cover!" Geralt yelled in alarm, jumping off his horse. However, there was no cover. The avalanche set off by the boulder came straight at them with incredible speed. A blurry, unstoppable swirl of white that would swallow them all in an instant with no way to escape. And swallow them it did. Not all of the company, though. At the very last moment, Regis transformed into a bat and flew off. There was nothing he could do for his comrades.

The snow slide hit Geralt like a wall knocking the breath out of him. He heard Angoulême's muffled shrieks through the masses of snow that carried him off across the ravine threatening to bury him alive. Instinctively he tried to make swimming motions to stay on the surface but to no avail, the moving snow was too powerful. When it finally came to a halt, Geralt was covered by a thick, heavy layer of the icy substance, battered, not able to move, hardly able to breathe. Was this how it would end? The tragic story of Geralt of Rivia and his hanza's ill-fated journey to rescue his child surprise. Entombed in a frozen, lonely, forgotten grave - Mortblanc, the White Death, a fitting name indeed ...

Read the story on Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34224823

[astaldis]

Monster Attack - Something Wicked in the Water

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Fandom: The Witcher

Whumpee: Cahir

Published: 2021-08-16; Completed: 2021-09-10; Words: 9,334; Chapters: 8/8

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen; 

Characters: Angoulême (The Witcher); Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach; Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia; The Hansa | Geralt's Company; Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy; Maria Barring | Milva

Additional Tags: on the way to Stygga Castle; AngstHurt/Comfort; injured Cahir; Friendship; mostly book canon with a few changes to make it more compatible with the Netflix show season 1 Summary: After having crossed the Malheur Pass, Geralt's company finds a cosy little cave by a beautiful frozen lake. Angoulême wants to have some innocent fun on the ice, but not all is as quiet and peaceful as it seems. And Cahir has to bear the consequences...

Excerpt from Chapter 2 of “And quietly lay the frozen lake”

A strange booming, cracking noise from the lake tore through the wintery silence. Then a panicked, shrill shriek and the violent splashing of water.

"Angoulême!" Instantly, Cahir let the horse brush fall to the ground and ran down the snow-covered hillside toward the lakeshore as fast as he could without breaking his neck. Reaching the waterfront, he half sprinted, half glided toward the spot where a big gaping hole had opened up in the ice, almost round and swirling and churning with water.

"Help! Help me!" Angoulême's head bobbed up for a few seconds, but then something like a gigantic, slimy arm emerged from this whirlpool of madness and dragged the frantically struggling girl down into the deadly darkness.

Cahir ripped his heavy fur cloak from his shoulders and drew his long Nilfgaardian sword. From the edge of the forest he could hear Geralt shout something like "I'm coming", but the Witcher was too far away to be of any help to their friend. Without a second thought, Cahir jumped into the icy water.

The cold hit him like a shockwave and at first he could hardly see anything in the roiling, dark green water. But then, below him, he caught a glimpse of the outline of the beast, a huge, slimy monster with far too many strong, tentacle-like arms, one of which was tightly clutching at something with floating fair hair. Angoulême. She was not moving ...

Read the story on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33296107