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Blood and Wine Verses
These are the various verses for the outcomes of Blood and Wine.
Tag for events during Blood and wine: v; darkness over beauclair
A Fairytale Ending Annarietta Alive Syanna Alive and Redeemed Detlaff Dead Geralt "retires” Tag: v; hero of beauclair
Geralt ventured into the book of illusions, and helped Syanna escape. Acquiring her ribbong, he brought her to see Detlaff - who attempted to kill her because of his grief and rage at her betrayal. However, the ribbon saved her. Geralt and Regis then had no choice but to kill the vampire, who attacked them in his maddened grief-stricken rage. Regis had no choice but to kill him - thus becoming a pariah amongst vampire-kind.
At the trial, Geralt urged Syanna to reconcile, to forgive her sister for what she had done. The sister’s shattered relationship was on the road to recovery, but it would be a long while before Syanna redeemed herself for her wicked deeds, committed because of righteous rage.
Geralt was heralded as a hero, and given a reward many times larger than he had ever gotten for any contract. An amount large enough to ensure that he would never have to go on the path again. And so with a heavy coin-pouch, a slightly heavy heart, and a smile on his lips - he decided to retire to Corvo Biano. There, he “officially” retired, using the money from the duchess’s reward to start his own vineyard. He made fairly decent wine, rather excellent brandy, and chefs throughout the empire claimed that Corvo Bianco produced the best vinegar in the world.
A Fairytale Tragedy Annarietta Dead Syanna Dead Detlaff Dead Geralt remains a witcher Tag: v; tragic fairytale
Geralt sought the help of the mysterious unseen elder. Through many trials and arduous will, he finally convinced the elder to help him. The ancient vampire summoned Detlaff to Tesham Mutna, where he did a final rage and grief-stricken battle with Geralt and Regis. Geralt and Regis then had no choice but to kill the vampire, who attacked them in his maddened grief-stricken rage. Regis had no choice but to kill him - thus becoming a pariah amongst vampire-kind.
At the trial, Geralt commented on Syanna’s obvious guilt. However, when Annarietta tried to embrace her sister - to see if she could find some common ground - Syanna killed her. Syanna - the true mastermind behind the beast of Beauclair - was killed in turn by the duchess’s guards.
Geralt went away, feeling broken and battered - having achieved nothing but death. He tried to retire to Corvo Biano for a time, but eventually, wanderlust called him away, and he left for the familiar lands of the north. Corvo Bianco eventually fell back into disrepair, and was sold off a few decades later - after the witcher never returned to claim it.
The Bitter End Annarietta Alive Syanna Dead Detlaff Alive Geralt imprisoned, and eventually exonerated Tag: v; bittersweet blood
Geralt ventured into the book of illusions and helped Syanna escape - but was never made aware of the magical ribbon that could have provided her protection. When he brought her to meet with Detlaff - just as she promised she would - the vampire killed her out of his rage and grief at being betrayed at someone he had truly and deeply loved.
Geralt, knowing the Detlaff was just as much a victim here as anyone else - made the difficult decision to allow the vampire to leave, but gave him a warning: Leave and never return. For if the witcher and vampire ever met again...
Annarietta flew into a rage when she heard the news - throwing Geralt into prison with no judge or trial. It was many weeks before her former lover, Dandelion, convinced her to pardon Geralt and release him. It was many more months before she finally was willing to listen to Geralt’s evidence and proof that Syanna was the true mastermind behind the evil that had haunted Beauclair.
She eventually delcared Geralt innocent of all charges against him - and allowed him to keep his estate, Corvo Bianco. She even gave him a small portion of the reward promised him - which was still far more money than he had ever seen in one place. It wasn’t enough for him to retire with, but it was certainly enough for him to be choosy with contracts for quite a long while.
Eventually, Geralt retired to Corvo Bianco - using the money gained from his adventures to start his own vineyard. He made horrible wine, but chefs throughout the empire claimed that Corvo Bianco produced the best vinegar in the world.
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He could feel the eyes of the tavern on him as he left, having downed the ale in one fell swoop. He had placed his money on the bar and left, having grown tired of Dandelion’s crooning and the gawking and insipid babble of the girls mooning over him.
The cold air hit him in the face and he was starkly reminded that fall would soon turn to winter. For a moment, he allowed himself to think that he would need to return to Kaer Morhen. He couldn’t hide the small smile that resulted from him remembering that now he had somewhere else to go. Of course, he would still probably make his way to Kaer Morhen - even only for a few months. Despite the changes, the ancient fortress still felt like home.
How long since Ciri had convinced Emhyr to push through the law changes? He forgot. A few weeks? Months? Couldn’t have been more than three months ago that he would been refused entrance to the city just because of his eyes - let alone the swords he carried. But now, he had been welcomed with open arms - or at least as close to open as Nilfgaard could get when it came to mutants and other “unnatural things.”
He looked up towards the towering golden spires. He wondered if Ciri was looking down. If he knew well at all, she was probably looking down on the streets and planning exactly how she was going to evade her servants tonight so she could run wild and free through the Nilfgaardian countryside. He smirked as he realized she had probably already accomplished phase one of that plan. He felt bad for Nilfgaard - they had no idea what they were getting into.
He turned as he smelled something odd - yet something familiar. He couldn’t quite place it. For a moment he thought and then realized - southern roast pork. The scents of the spices were unmistakable. Molasses, sugar, dark southern spices. His mouth immediately started watering and he decided that Dandelion was more than capable of fending off his adoring female fans without him.
He followed the scent like a young teenager following a giggling maiden and found himself as a large meat stall - a full pig roasting on a spit behind the large, corpulent street vendor. He was calling out to passers-by in broken Nilfgaardian, his voice betraying a very thick Toussaint accent.
Geralt was slightly surprised when the vendor didn’t turn him away, and accepted his bag of coin in return for a large portion of spiced pork cheek, which he barely wasted any time tearing apart and shoving into his mouth as he walked away towards one of the many city parks. He was silently thankful that most Nilfgaardians made it a point to be indoors after the moon rose, and so he took a seat on one of the benches in the mostly abandoned garden.
He had just taken another large bite when he noticed the eyes peering over at him. He swallowed slowly as he looked back towards a young feminine face.
“... what?”
He pulled the bottle of vodka from his belt and uncorked it with his teeth, taking a large gulp to wash the meat down his gullet.
Tactful as ever.
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“ESKEL!”
Vodka sloshed on the floor from the open bottle as the witcher sauntered into the keep, nearly tripping on a loose stone.
“Fuck you too, floor,” he mumbled and he stumbled forward.
“ESKEL! EKSEL! Ek EKELSA!”
He stopped for a moment and took a sip before he saw the witcher at the large community table and pointed towards him, conveniently forgetting to not use the hand which held the bottle of liqour. A large amount of vodka fell to the floor before he realized his mistake.
He looked down at the puddle on the floor.
“... Fuck.”
Oh well.
He stumbled forward.
“ESKEL!” He pointed towards the witcher as he arrived at the table.
“... Your goat’s a fuckin’ dick.”
He then tried to sit down, but only accomplished tripping on the bench, which caused him to fall, smacking his face on the hard mahogany of the table. He fell to the floor, revealing a large hole in the ass of his pants. It had tears and rips that curiously resembled the teeth of a goat.
“... Ow.”
He had somehow succeeded in keeping the vodka bottle intact and barely spilling a drop. That was commitment.
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Geralt Age and Birth Headcanons
Date of Birth: 3 October (Elven Calendar: 11 Velen) Year of Birth: 1178 Sun sign: Libra Moon Sign: Capricorn Age During the Books: 59 - 90 years old Age During the Games: 92 - 94 years old Age at “retirement”: 94 years old Date of "Retirement”: 9 January (Elven Calendar: 20 Yule) Year of “Retirement”: 1273 Dates of Events in ‘Blood and Wine’: 4 April - 9 June 1273 (Elven: 15 Birke - 40 Blathe) Date of Acquisition of Corvo Bianco: 18 April, 1273 (Elven: 29 Birke) Date of Actual Retirement in Corvo Bianco: 12 June, 1273 (Elven: 43 Blathe)
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THE WITCHER SAGA SENTENCE STARTERS: the last wish edition
‘ And do you have a name? Any name will do, it’s simply to make conversation easier. ’
‘ Let it go. It’s a serious matter. Many have tried and failed already. ’
‘ This, my friend, is not the same as roughing up a couple of scoundrels. ’
‘ ______, you know our code of practice forbids us to speak of our work. ’
‘ Answer me unofficially, briefly and clearly: will it work or not? ’
‘ You inspire trust, although I know what a rogue you are. ’
‘ Oh, what’s the point of explaining, you wouldn’t understand anyway. ’
‘ Am I supposed to give you advice and teach you how to live? Am I your mother or something? ’
‘ It is customary, when faced with people who greet their guests with a roar and the cry that they’re going to tear you to pieces. ’
‘ If it wasn’t for that you’d have been out of this gate a long time ago, with my bootprint on your arse. ’
‘ One has to admit you can answer questions without using many words. ’
‘ I’m not in the habit of lying. ’
‘ So what am I? Cranberry pudding? ’
‘ You didn’t answer my question. Although… you probably did. ’
‘ So you are interested after all? You said things were fine as they are. ’
‘It’s my problem, my life and my punishment. I’ve learnt to put up with it. I’ve got used to it. If it gets worse, I’ll get used to that too. ’
‘ Scream your guts out. Lose your strength. And then I’ll slash your pretty little head off! ’
‘ You consider that an honor? I don’t. I consider it an insult. ’
‘ Quiet. Lower your voice. Have a care who you speak to like that. ’
‘ I’ve no time to waste. Winter’s coming. ’
‘ Women don’t have a say in my house. But, just between us, don’t do what you did during supper last time in front of her again. ’
‘ Destiny has many faces. Mine is beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. ’
‘ You’re talking nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. Can’t you speak normally? ’
‘ I made it all the way here, hiding and running from a monstrous being that wants to murder me. ’
‘ Don’t get all puffed up like a frog – tell me what’s threatening you. We’ll see what can be done. ’
‘ To think the likes of you walk the earth. Who spawns you freaks? ’
‘ True Evil is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you. And sometimes True Evil seizes you by the throat and demands that you choose between it and another, slightly lesser, Evil. ’
‘ I’m looking for general truths. And I’ve found one: lesser evils exist, but we can’t choose them. ’
‘ You’re standing on a flagstone running with blood, alone and so very lonely because you can’t choose, but you had to. ’
‘ Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, I deceived you. I’ll deceive anyone if I have to, why should you be special? ’
‘ They say silence is golden. Maybe it is, although I’m not sure it’s worth that much. It has its price certainly; you have to pay for it. ’
‘I know my fate whirls about me like water in a weir. It’s hard on my heels, following my tracks, but I never look back. ’
‘ The world is changing. Something’s coming to an end. ’
‘ The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka is coming to an end. What else, in your opinion, is coming to an end? ’
‘ I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m stating the facts. ’
‘ Something is coming to an end. Whether you like it or not, something’s coming to an end. ’
‘ I don’t like you mouthing banal platitudes. I don’t like your expression when you do it. What’s happening to you? ’
‘ For someone who has lived such a short time, you show an astounding disdain for death. ’
‘An aftertaste in my mouth, dishevelled hair, sticky eyes and other morning inconveniences strongly affect my perceptive faculties. ’
‘ Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t faint at the sight of a naked (wo)man. One of my friends says if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. ’
‘ You’re wont to describe it using words which I greatly dislike, lapsing into pompous sarcasm with it, something I dislike even more. ’
‘ They’re not too crazy about me here. They might insult me and throw stones - or do something worse. ’
‘ Hold me. Tighter. I’m not made of china. ’
‘ It’s almost as though you thought a scorpion were prettier than a spider, because it’s got such a lovely tail. ’
‘ What’s this all about, ____? If it’s a game, I don’t know the rules. ’
‘ How should I answer your question? Let’s try this: it’s none of your damned business. Does that satisfy you? ’
‘ Don’t reproach yourself for it – I’m not easily satisfied. Only those who are above average have managed so far. ’
‘ Don’t pull that face, it doesn’t suit either your good looks or your complexion. ’
‘ I didn’t see the scorpion amidst the flowers. I’m prepared to pay for my inattention. ’
‘ A pretty speech. Touching and pompous. Pity it’s in vain. ’
‘ I’ve promised several people here something, and I always keep my promises. Since I won’t have time to do so myself, you’ll keep those promises for me. ’
‘ Don’t act out a farce for me, don’t try to charm me with your hard and insolent masculinity. You are the only one to think you’re insolent and hard. ’
‘ You’d pay any price. You’d lick my boots. And maybe something else, too, if I unexpectedly wished to amuse myself. ’
‘ You have to pay. For your insolence, for the cold way you look at me, for the eyes which fish for every detail, for your stony face and sarcastic tone of voice. ’
‘ To put it simply, you stated that a self-respecting man shouldn’t ever call a professional harlot a whore because it’s base and repugnant, while using the word whore to describe a woman one has never knocked off or paid any money for doing so, is childish and punishable. ’
‘ I don’t like grand words. I’m greatly, shall we say, fascinated by her/him. ’
‘ I’d have expected anything but to… What made you do it, ___ ? Why… Why me?’
‘ You’ve condemned yourself. Condemned yourself to me. ’
‘ I don’t like grand words, and it’s impossible to give it a name without using grand words. ’
Starter Call
This is easier than reblogging my last one. Reminder that I only rp with mutuals, but liking a starter call is a good way to get me to check out your blog if I haven’t already.
Like this post for a small starter. Or maybe a large starter, depending on my mood. Who knows?
Just like it for a starter, damnit.
random injury/injured scenario memes !
send a symbol to find my muse —–
🌌 - suffering from blunt force trauma ( a hard punch to the face, hit with a bat, etc ) 🔪 - suffering from a stab wound 🔑- sitting on the ground, wheezing & coughing 💔 - crying & taking their rage/sorrow/etc out on a wall with their fist ✴️ - trying to tend to bad burns somewhere on their body 📢 - having just been in a fight & is now dizzy, ears ringing ⬇️ - throwing up from a sickness or injury they have ⛓ - chained to a wall/floor/ceiling & beaten bloody
Starter Call
This is easier than reblogging my last one. Reminder that I only rp with mutuals, but liking a starter call is a good way to get me to check out your blog if I haven’t already.
Like this post for a small starter. Or maybe a large starter, depending on my mood. Who knows?
Just like it for a starter, damnit.
Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.
Just a note that, for the most part, I do not interact with multi-muse blogs. I find them confusing to navigate, and I usually don’t find myself comfortable with a blog that is used to RP more than one character (unless it’s an either a case of an NPC that sometimes appears with the main character of the blog).
Additionally, I will not follow you if you don’t have a bio somewhere on your blog where I can easily find it. If I don’t know what character your blog is for, I’m not going to waste time trying to check if you don’t have your about section in a conspicuous place.
Lastly, as mentioned before, I only RP with mutuals. This means if you don’t follow me, or I don’t follow you, then I will not be interacting with you until / if we are mutuals. If you are following me, and I do not follow back, then as mentioned in my rules, that is most likely for one - or more - of the following reasons:
I don’t like your character / I can’t find a reason for Geralt and your character to interact
Your writing skills are not up to my personal standard, and you show no sign of trying to actively improve upon them.
You’re a multi-muse blog, and I do not interact with multi-muse blogs. I’ve been known to make exceptions, but they are very rare.
You’ve been unkind to me, or I’ve seen evidence of you being unkind to others.
You don’t play your character well, or you don’t have a well-developed character if an OC.
You’ve recently followed me and I haven’t had a chance to check out your blog yet.
Your blog heavily features content that I intensely dislike, or don’t feel comfortable with.
You are, of course, always welcome to message me and ask if I want to interact. Chances are, that if you followed me and I haven’t followed back, I haven’t had a chance to check out your blog yet. If you are impatient, or simply want to know if I would like to RP, or why I have chosen not to follow you, you are always welcome to send me a message.
Also keep in mind that just because I haven’t followed you on one of your blogs, doesn’t mean I won’t follow some of your others. Likewise, just because we are mutuals on one of your blogs, doesn’t mean that I will automatically follow your others. Each of your blogs must conform to my rules.
I hope that clears things up. :)
Send me a symbol, and my muse will answer:
❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked.
✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse.
☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear.
£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it.
★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.
♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.
♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.
♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.
☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.
✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.
❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.