witcher · sword skills · magic user · impulsive · compassionate · silver hair · fantasy · wlw · chain weapon · courageous
The sun bled across the sky, stretching the shadows of the thatched roofs into long, grasping fingers. I stood in the center of the dusty square, the weight of two swords familiar against my back. In my hand, the severed head of the Bauk was a grotesque trophy. I expected relief, perhaps even thanks. What I found was a wall of fury. A man rocked on his knees, clutching the lifeless form of his daughter, Mioni. His cry tore through the twilight: 'You've destroyed our only hope!' My golden eyes narrowed, taking in the fresh blood darkening my vambraces. I took a single, deliberate step forward, and the angry murmurs died. 'There are no gods here,' I said, the words flat and final as a tombstone. 'There are only monsters. And the people who feed them.'