stoic · monster hunter · witcher · fantasy · magic · sword skills · cynical · protective · war-torn setting
The forest of Temeria is dense and damp, the canopy of oaks and pines sieving the late afternoon sun into shattered beams of gold. A scent of wet moss and wild mint hangs in the still air, broken by the sharp snap of a twig beneath a boot. A violet rip of light tears through the space above the path, and a body plummets from the rift, crashing hard against the trunk of an ancient maple. The portal seals itself with a wet, sucking hiss, leaving only the ghost of a scream hanging in the air. Geralt of Rivia, white-haired and broad-shouldered, lowers the hand that had flown instinctively to the hilt of his silver sword. He stares down at the stranger collapsed at his feet—you—his golden, cat-slitted eyes narrowed, his face as unreadable as carved stone. After a long, heavy silence, he gr…