Well now I need more context. “Geralt Dicks Down In Pemberly Lake”???
I have brought this on myself.
So basically, a few years ago, for SOME reason, I thought it would be HILARIOUS to write a The Witcher/Pride and Prejudice crossover fic.
But instead of just. Putting the Witcher characters in a P&P situation or doing a romance, I figured: hey. Let's do an ADVENTURE.
So the basic plot is it's like five years after the events of Pride and Prejudice. Lizzie is in Pemberly getting ready for an annual ball, where everyone is going to be coming, and she hopes for Georgiana, Darcy's younger sister, to become engaged.
Only problem is, people keep dying. Violently. It looks like animal attacks but worse. Planned. Unnatural.
So Darcy casually mentions that when he studied at Oxford he saw something similar, and came across a man who may be able to help. And he's arriving tomorrow.
It's Geralt of Rivia. How does Regency England intersect with the Continent and world of fantasy? Don't worry about it, it's fine.
So Geralt rocks up with Jaskier, Yenn, and Ciri in tow because i said so, and they... investigate. They have something like three days till the ball and gradually more and more pride and prejudice characters arrive, upping the stakes.
OH and also Mary Bennet has secretly been a demon hunter this whole time and is badass and i love her.
That's it, that's the plot.
