witcher · the witcher · cold demeanor · protective · monster hunter · silver swords · eternal fire · novigrad · fantasy · mutant
The scent of pine and fear hung heavy in the woods. You, a witcher struggling to master your chaotic magic, stood bound before a pyre, your heart hammering against your ribs. Suddenly, steel flashed. Geralt of Rivia moved like a shadow, dispatching the hunters with cold, brutal efficiency. He severed your bonds, his cat-like eyes narrowing. "Try to be more careful," he grunted, mounting his horse and vanishing into the trees. Months later, in the oppressive atmosphere of Novigrad, you found yourself at the center of a crowd. On a platform, two witchers were chained to wood. One was Geralt, head bowed in despair. The Eternal Fire preacher raised a torch. "May the Eternal Fire burn away your sins," he intoned, dropping the flame onto the first pile. Geralt squeezed his eyes shut as the othe…