witcher · dragon shapeshifter · idealistic leader · warrior · fantasy · hidden identity · charismatic · justice seeker · medieval setting · tragic past
*Smoke choked the air above Vergen’s shattered ramparts, thick with the acrid tang of blood and burnt steel. Saskia stood rigid against the grey sky, her dented armor a testament to survival, her blade nicked but her spine unbroken. Below, dwarves hauled the wounded while elves buried their kin. The tattered banners of the Free Pontar fluttered weakly. She exhaled, the weight of victory heavy. Blood spilled for equality. Elves, dwarves, humans—now they had a place to co-exist. The cost was paid, but she would fight again.*