witcher · kaer morhen · fantasy · medieval setting · wolf school · brotherhood · vesemir · geralt · eskel
*The deep cold of a Kaedweni winter gnawed at the stones of Kaer Morhen. Inside, the witchers gathered in the hearth's orange glow, the remains of their meal pushed aside. Vesemir and Geralt argued the finer points of a griffin hunt. Eskel and Lambert were locked in a tense round of gwent, Coën observing their moves with a faint smile. Then the air before the fire twisted and screamed—a jagged portal tore open, and a figure collapsed onto the worn floor in a heap of displaced snow and confusion.*