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She was brave for charging in like that. Elites would cower in the sight of a mere bandit, but this woman, this empress demonstrated no fear to that scream whatsoever. Was she really brave? Or just plain stupid? The line between bravery and stupidity is so thin that you won’t know you’ve crossed it until you’re dead.

She was going in without the necessary equipment to be even considered as subsistence. If she were to die then and there, he wouldn’t get paid at all. He unsheathed his sword, Shadow Fang, and went after her. 

He caught up with the lass without any arduousness. As soon as he did, however, the scent of something metallic slithered into his nostrils like a snake. It was soon accompanied by a sight of littered bodies, swimming in a sea of red. Limbs, intestines, heads, they were scattered everywhere. It was hard to tell which part belonged to who, but this did not matter, for the corpses were unrecognizable. The only way to identify the dead were by their clothing. This was a sight that would be burned in Jhin’s head forever.

Crouched in the center of the massacre, there was the intruder, mutilating one of the corpses. The individual wore Jester clothes, with a black, red, and white color combination. There was something about him that sent chills down Jhin’s spine, it was the Jester’s mask. It was white as snow, with a huge smile that stretched from ear to ear.

“Get behind me Cirilla! Hey, you! Who are you?”

The Fall

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Jhin let out a tiring yawn. Being bombarded with questions wasn’t the ideal morning he had hoped to experience. “Peasants call me Jack The Ripper. Others call me by name, Jhin.” He took out a bottle of whiskey from his sash and chugged down a large quantity of it. 

Alcohol helped clear his mind when nothing else could. When he needed a little pick me up, he drank alcohol. When he was bored out of his mind, he drank alcohol. He was the alcohol’s poor company in a long road

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and proceeded to the door. “Come. It’s better if I show you, besides lying in bed the whole day won’t help you repay me.”

The Griffin and The Swallow

He looked at the woman’s eyes as they danced gracefully in the ball. The feeling, to be so close to her, to be enjoy his time with her, to hold her. “I love you Jhin.” “Let me show you how I feel about that.” He leaned his head closer, and closer, a little bit more-

A pinching pain erupted from his forehead; waking him up from his sleep. He jolted, causing the chair’s leg to snap and fall back. His favorite chair, now smashed to pieces. Those dreams were rare, even if he couldn’t remember the woman’s face, he still craved the the feeling of love. It was addicting, like an addict craving for Fisstech.

 The Witcher wasn’t sure if he should be angry someone disrupted his dream or his favorite chair being broken. Whatever it was, it was still caused by the same person. He was determined to give this individual a piece of his mind, even if it was Hierarch Hemmelfart himself.

The Witcher got up and scanned the room in a swift manner. He spotted the ashen haired woman, then it hit him. It was her that caused this whole mess. A frown emerged from his face. “Hey! Whats the big idea? I patched you up and you’re going to disrupt my sleep? Is this how you’ll repay me?”

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The very very Best

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      The Witcher trudged along the soft, damp moss of the forest path. The tree’s soft whisper against the wind was like a lullaby, soothing and warm. It was so welcoming and tranquil. Taking a swig from his booze, he noticed a man not too far from him. “You lost or something?”

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      The conch began to vibrate vigorously in his hand. There was no mistaking it, the final piece of the puzzle had to be in the elf’s ownership. “Some alcohol would be nice, I’m running out. Say, you don’t, by any chance, happen to have a stone slab in your possession?

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      “What is it that you seek, stranger?” A rhetorical question for the most part. It was always tenfold politer to ask before leaping into results, after all. The insight could truly be both a blessing and a curse.

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It’s complete! I’ve finished my drawing of Eve Beauregard as Yennefer of Vengerberg from The Witcher. This was a little personal project for myself cause I’ve been binging on Witcher gameplay, music, gif sets…. well, my dash has kind of shown that XD Anyway! I present, The Sorceress!

Enjoy~

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His eyebrow rose, giving her a puzzling look. She didn’t have to tell him anything, her violet eyes says it all. The cat was sniffing around for a mouse. Instead it picked up an unusual scent, foreign to the cat’s nose. Curiosity killed the cat but its satisfaction brought it back.

“Between me and who? Do I remind you of someone?” he said, accepting the wine politely. 

He wanted to ask her another question, about the payment, but he was afraid. Afraid of her changing her mind. However, he did acknowledge her willingness to help him with one wish in return. He didn’t care what she wanted; less wishes meant less work. He took a sip of his wine, his thoughts about the payment escaping the grasp of his mind, being replaced by astonishment. 

“Well, well, someone has great taste in alcohol. Kudos to you.” he said, his smirk emerging from the grave. “First the beauty, then the alcohol. Got anymore surprises in store?”

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Wassup pimps and players! Before I talk about this, I would like to give a special thanks to these two magnificent people, @pommeverte3 and @yocalio. This video wouldn’t have been possible without your help! You guys are the realest!

So I wasn’t really gonna post this bad boy on here since this is a roleplay blog, but I lost my password for my main so apoligies :[ Anywhoozies I recently became a fan of The Witcher series and have been reading the books. This is one of those series where it will make you cry, it will make you smile, and it will make you feel alive. It’s realistic, and I think that’s one of the major aspects as to why I fell in love with it in the first place.

So this tribute was made to honor Yennefer, Ciri, and Geralt. They’ve been through hell and back, and they would do it again if it meant to save one another. Geralt is willing to do sadistic, brutal things to people to protect the ones he loves. Yennefer will endure painful tortures for months and commit black magic, necromancy, all for the people she loves and cares for. I could tell you what Ciri would do, but you get the picture.

I haven’t forgotten about credits, they are at the very end. And there is also something near the end so keep that in mind. Also I recommend that you watch this with earphones/headphones for the best experience, you’ll hear a few dialogue ;) By the by, the names “Gerald” and “Cirri” in the credits are on purpose. Gerald is what people call Geralt sometimes and I find that oddly amusing, and I sometimes call small Ciri “Cirri” just cause.

A little info before you watch. The song fits Ciri perfectly. There are 3 parts: Birthright, Adoption, and what Ciri chose in the end. But we didn’t make this about solely about Ciri. It is about the growth of Yen and Geralt, how Ciri changed their lives, and their happy ending. Theres more but you’ll have to watch to find out. I’ll be happy to answer any questions if you have any confusion.

So I believe I said what I wanted to say. I had fun making this, and I hope you guys have fun watching it. Without further ado, here is the tribute!

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“A Witcher can forget to eat, to drink, to breath even, but a Witcher never, ever forgets to care for his blade.” -Cirilla,The She Witcher

•Independent Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

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He looked at the woman’s eyes as they danced gracefully in the ball. The feeling, to be so close to her, to be enjoy his time with her, to hold her. “I love you Jhin.” “Let me show you how I feel about that.” He leaned his head closer, and closer, a little bit more-

A pinching pain erupted from his forehead; waking him up from his sleep. He jolted, causing the chair’s leg to snap and fall back. His favorite chair, now smashed to pieces. Those dreams were rare, even if he couldn’t remember the woman’s face, he still craved the the feeling of love. It was addicting, like an addict craving for Fisstech.

 The Witcher wasn’t sure if he should be angry someone disrupted his dream or his favorite chair being broken. Whatever it was, it was still caused by the same person. He was determined to give this individual a piece of his mind, even if it was Hierarch Hemmelfart himself.

The Witcher got up and scanned the room in a swift manner. He spotted the ashen haired woman, then it hit him. It was her that caused this whole mess. A frown emerged from his face. “Hey! Whats the big idea? I patched you up and you’re going to disrupt my sleep? Is this how you’ll repay me?”

The Griffin and The Swallow

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Helping people in need was one thing, but helping a fellow Witcher, now that was a whole new different story altogether. Two things were puzzling him. One, was her eyes; they were green. How could a Witcher be a Witcher if they weren’t subjected to the Trial of the Grasses? The mutations were there to help a Witcher survive his new life. Without the mutations, you might as well be considered as a cripple. Second, she was a female Witcher. This was the first he had ever seen one. She must have been special if they let her become a Witcher.

The shack was old, run down, and filthy. Nothing too special about it except for the fact that it offered silence and peace, something that was needed by The Witcher from time to time. It was also close to Novigrad, making it easier for him to purchase some alcohol.

He finally finished patching up her wound. Nothing too bad, he has seen worse; the scar on his chest reminded him of so. The bed he placed her on was superb; it would make him fall asleep as soon as the pillow made contact with his face. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, other than keeping an eye on her. He took a seat on a chair nearby, crossing his legs. He payed close attention to The Witcheress. However, his eyelids started to grow heavy by the minute. He let out a yawn. “When are you going to wake up already? I’m getting tired from all this waiting.”

The Griffin and The Swallow

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Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, the Witcheress of the Northern realms of her home from Kaer Morhen. It only had been a few weeks since the fight of Kaer Morhen. The distant morning and the beautiful horizon sky lit up by the Amber sun that appeared in the distance. The day was right about to Start when Ciri arrived the open Feilds right before arriving to Novigraad.

The night tired Ciri, and she needed rest soon. It was quiet and peaceful, the birds started to come out from their homes up in the trees. For Ciri….not so much. The green cloak over her head covering her Ashen Hair and half of her figure. Two swords on her back could obviously tell that she is a Witcheress. The heavy breathing became more deep and shallow as it seem to be forever for Ciri.

Blood dripped slowly on the dirt ground leaving spots as she walked on forward. She was holding her forearm. It might be nothing, but whatever got her, left her a deep cut, luckily no artery. Nothing really serious, but the blood that dripped continuously. Ciri began to feel weak that she started to feel nothing on her legs. It caused her to fall on her stomach, letting out an agonizing gasp and growl, she couldn’t move because of the pain. She landed on her wound painfully. Ahead she saw a black figure. It was too blurry to see. That was the only time Ciri ever remembered before passing out in the middle of the road before arriving to Novigraad.

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An AU where Yennefer meets a baby Ciri. Just gonna leave this here… *runs and hides* 

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#Ведьмак #Ведьмак3 #TheWitcher #thewitcher3 #thewitcher3wildhunt #wildhunt #Witcher #АнджейСапковский

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Reblog and I will send you a starter

Bored here, haven’t rped with anyone except Eskel. :/, give me a chance you guys. Really.

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Was that really how it went? Perhaps, but it was how he remembered it. That part of the story made him cachinnate. However, he could never forget the look she gave him when he spilled his drink on her. The Witcher finally stopped his laughter, wiping the tear from his eye. “At that time, before you gave me the look, I never knew you could be so scary, Phillipa. I actually thought you were one of those shy and sweet girls who took a liking to my doublet. Wait; now that I think about it, I don’t think i wore a doublet. Yeah, I wore my regular clothes. Matter in fact; I forgot why I was there in the first place. Curse my memory. Anyhow, our confrontation went something like this.”

His heart sank when he saw her gaze. For a moment he forgot about the wine. Not once did he fear conflicts like these, but this time it was different. He could feel his nerves tingling like being tickled with a small feather. He bent down and picked up the goblet. The goblet started to shake. He didn’t know why he started to act this way, it could’ve been the intimidating expression she gave him, or from the alcohol. Whatever it was, it was an unpleasant experience.

“I... uh... I’m... would you like some booze?” Damn it. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say sorry. Instead he offered her a drink and pretended like nothing happened. Big mistake.

The Good, the Bad, and the Sorceress