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Beneath the streets of Novigrad "A vampire, indeed." Elka responded her eyes widening slightly as she scrutinized the claw mark gouged into the stone wall. She nodded her agreement with his proposed story. It was truly impossible to tell beneath the decay and bite marks if there had ever...

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Aeka grudgingly nodded. Orsmun needed medical attention, but it truthfully only took one to lead the horse and the witcher had other work to do. She took the time to collect her spent arrows from the corpses of the wolves. A few had been snapped or the fletching damages but most were still good...

Beneath the streets of Novigrad Elka almost purred with delight. "Geralt? The Geralt of Rivia?" Even in the far reaches of Zerrikania stories and ballads of the White Wolf were known. She relaxed at his comment, swinger her blade up to rest on her shoulder. It was almost an unseen action in...

Weather: Sunny Temperature: 94°F High: 101°F Low: 86°F Humidity: 10% Chance of Rain: 3% Wind: SE @ 7mph Overall: Hot | Dry Heights had never bothered Antoine Bast. If anything, he preferred the view of the world from above, but that was to be expected from a dragon...

Aeka let her breath out through her teeth in a hiss as she lowered her bow. She rose to her feet, collecting her other spilt arrow with quick frustrated movements. How could she let herself be caught unawares like that? She was trying to impress the witcher not get herself beat to a pulp...

Beneath the streets of Novigrad The witcheress spun at the screech that echoed through the damp tunnels, only sounding loud in her highly sensitive ears. That was the sound she was looking for, but did it sound oddly distressed? A disapproving rumble sounded from her chest as she thought of...

Her horse snorted only a moment before the scream rip through the wood. Aeka was glad she had taken the time during the trek to remove her quiver from the saddle and attach it to her belt because the mare bucked and took off in the opposite direction. She didn't try to stop the animal, instead...

Beneath the streets of Novigrad If someone had been lurking in the dreary muck pooling beneath the streets of Novigrad, they would have seen a young girl with fair hair, dressed in armor with twin swords on her back. But, no one would have seen, for the sewers were only for the dead, the...

Aeka tried not to think about the strangers hands on her waist. She leaned forwards enjoying the wind rushing past her face as her mare rushed along the path. The horse had been her brother's thus why she was so new and temperamental toward Aeka. Eilluc had gotten her as a birthday gift from...

Aeka turned back to her horse as the witcher confirmed that he'd find Orsmun. This was not going as planned but now their was little chance of her being left behind. She pulled her bow from where it was tucked along side the saddle and in a fluid movement, bent the bow to sting it. A quiver of...

Aeka grunted in reluctant acceptance. "You have a point." She had little doubt in her quick draw but she was not going to try to convince him now. She would let the matter rest for the moment. It was a problem that she would have to address though; if he was so against her joining him on this...

Aeka was pleased her suggestion was enough to tip the scale and an agreement was made. She followed the elders' gesture but hesitated a moment as the witcher left. "I know and understand your loss. My brother was taken from us as well. Fraya keep you." She said with another nod then jog to catch...

Aeka went back to focusing on her nail for a moment. Drowners? She knew her Uncle in Fyresdal occasianlly had problems with them, but she'd nevere heard of so many in one place that people were simply leaving to escape the problem. If she joined Corthis, she should be ready to defend herself...

Aeka nodded, clicking at her horse to urge her to follow the witcher. She let the horse walk slowly, meandering a bit as they followed the path through the village. As they walked she watched Corthis. It had been a long time since she was young enough to ask for stories from her father, but she...

Corthis of Lyria, she committed the name to memory. Her respect for the witcher grew with the surprising decline of her money. She grabbed the pouch as he finished his drink, returning to inside her jacket. The greed of man was insatiable and it was said, the greed of witchers was even more so...

The witch shook his head "Lady, there is a reason why in the countryside, witchers are hired by communities, not by individuals. And even if you had that much up and ready - which I personally doubt from the way your eyebrows and cheeks are twitching - there are a lot of 'ifs' involved in your...

Aeka wanted another drink, to chase away the burn in her chest for the loss of her brother. She nodded, appreciating the words even from a stranger. She had spend two days with her mother mourning, on the third she went to the elders who denied her plead. Four days travel to find one of the only...

"The drowner's yes... that's how I found you. Not many parties would take on downers, let alone a single man." She stop herself from rambling further as the bar tendered set two tankards on the table, he all but ignored the witcher, facing Aeka. "Get 'cha anythin' else?" "Nay, thank you."...

Aeka leaned feather over her horses neck to hear the wizened man as he muttered on, only catching every other word. She grimaced in frustration, but then he raised a gnarled hand and pointed to the tavern. "He's there? Now?" A deep frown and a slow nod. She sat up, surprising her new young...