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    solace84

    God of the Arena
    Dalious overlooked the valley below him. It was dark and endless, with a cool wind that softened his face. He was standing at the ledge of a tower, an arena pit below him, and was holding a letter he had just received from his former master Vesemir of Kaer Morhen. A few soldiers were fighting nekker warriors in the pit with an excited crowd cheering in the surrounding stands. It wasn't long before the nekker's overwhelmed the thieves and took them over, ending the fight by tearing off their flesh and feasting on them. It was gruesome, but this is where he chose to spend his free time.

    The witchers were all mainly disbanded and it was a time of war between Nilfguard and Remania. The most famed of them all, Geralt of Rivia, was somewhere in the north looking for another named Ciri. Dalious preferred not to get involved in such things, so he wasted his talents at the arenas, earning what coin he could. It was his way of life, though this letter would change all of that.

    He opened the paper up and read it. It was an invitation back to his old school at Kaer Morhen, school of the wolf. It explained that another school, the school of the cat, was inhabited by a group of rouge witcher assassins, all psychopaths that lost their way. They abused their talents, and during this time of war, were becoming a much larger menace than previously. Vesemir explained that they needed to be put down. This letter had copies, each sent out to known witchers across the valley, urging them to help cleanse the assassins. They were the only ones who could.
     

    solace84

    God of the Arena
    Present day:

    He wasn't sure if any else would come, and he also wasn't sure why he had. He walked on the long path to Kaer Morhen with his horse, Stealth, trotting along beside him. The large castle could barely be seen in the distance, assuring him that he was close.

    "Not much longer now," he said.

    He leapt onto the black stallion and continued to move forward. He stayed at a slowed pace though, mainly because he found his mind lost in thought. He was trained in the art of killing beasts, creatures, monsters, and even men. Witchers, though, was a completely different animal. Especially a group of them. This wasn't his quarrel, and he kept fighting with his mind on whether he should turn back or not. It was Vesemir though asking him to do this, his former master that he had not seen nor heard from in ages. Something still drew him forward.

    Dalious reached the front gates of the seemingly empty castle, staring up in thought of all the memories he had here. The training, the work, the preparations, the lessons. He was home.
     

    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    Taranna meditated for two days, clutched in her hand was a letter from Vesemir an elder from the school of the Wolf. Taranna was the Witchers, Witcher. Above all else she held to the code and strict guidelines. She was cold emotionless and above all else never took side in a conflict. This letter was upsetting to her first to be asked to take a side but a contract made by a Witcher. She decided to ride to Kaer Morhen. Needing to have a chat with Vesemir about this.

    She came upon Kaer Morhen, she had not been here but once before. Circumstances were slightly better, she road fast leaving a trail of dust behind her. As she approached the gate she shouted "Open the damned door we need talk old man!"

    The gates of Kaer Morhen opened. Standing there is Vesemir, "Anna, it's been to long. I hoped to get you here but I knew it was only for the scolding. Come in one of my students has already arrived." "There are few who call me that, and yes we need to talk." Taranna said with authority. She always struggled was hard and ruthless a Female Witcher was unheard of.
     
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    solace84

    God of the Arena
    Moments later, Dalious was sitting around a table in what was deemed the war room. A large map of the world sat before them and showed the movements of the armies that were currently at war. Vesemir brought in another witcher, a woman, and Dalious gave her a slight nod. He didn't recognize her, though he could feel her power already.

    Vesemir started to introduce the two witchers, but Dalious' cut him off.

    "Dalious Durendail," he said. "A pleasure."

    Then Vesemir began to speak again.

    "I'd hoped in more showing up, but in these times you're lucky to get any help," he said. "You're here for one reason. You're some of the best we have, but more importantly you abide by our laws. There are a group of witchers that don't, and they're calling themselves 'the immortals'. They were trained in the school of the cat, but they are corrupted and cruel. We've known about them for some time, when they became assassins for hire. Our business never crossed paths then, but now they've taken out two marks that were loyal and dear to our kind. Semera and Oluin, two fine witchers and a few of my best friends. They were interfering in business on Radevid's end, and someone wanted them killed for it. We as witchers should not take sides, but even if we do, we never kill our own. It's happened before, but Geralt saw to them. He's currently busy searching for Ciri, so this task I give to you two...and if my others join on down the line I'll send them your way."

    The aged man took a moment to cough, then continued.

    "Semera and Oluin were in Velen when they were killed. They were to meet with Geralt, but the meeting never happened. Geralt's the one who found out it was the assassins, he sent me the message by crow. However, he could not pursue the leads. Just trust me when I say that Geralt is busy, he's trying to save us all. Meanwhile, this is where you come in. The wherebouts to the Immortals is unknown, but Geralt left his clues behind for you in the basement of a local castle. He has friends there watching over it, someone called the Bloody Baron. Go to Velen. Find the baron and study the clues to their location. Find them and kill them all. Bastards don't deserve to live. Especially with the powers they possess. I must help Geralt, sorry for the hastey meeting. Good luck."

    Dalious downed his entire cup of mead and cracked his knuckles.

    "Can you repeat all that?" he jokingly asked.

    Vesemir wasn't in the mood, even though he knew Dalious' humor well. He often told him it was the only thing holding him back from his true potential. He then rushed them out the keep and to their horses, time was of the most importance.

    "So, "
    Dalious said, once the two witchers were alone. "Which way is Velen? Old man couldn't even give us a damn map!"

    He had never been further south than where they currently were.
     

    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    ((I'm going to switch my dialogue color after this post))

    "Taranna."
    she said to the young witcher with a slight nod. Taranna sat and listened to her old friend speak. She was annoyed with how quickly he rushed them off and the sideways look he gave her when speaking of the kingslayers from her school. "Can you repeat all that?" he jokingly asked. Taranna rolled her eyes, "This is going to be a long trip." "So, " Dalious said, once the two witchers were alone. "Which way is Velen? Old man couldn't even give us a damn map!"

    "Look heres the deal we do this quick this goes against everything we are, you draw your sword on another witcher unless I say. I'll cut you down myself!" She said angrily. She mounted her horse setting her blades on the side. "Velen is south, it's a real piss hole and in the middle of this mess." She paused in thought, "We will ride north of Vizima. To avoid even the chance on confrontation." The two witcher set off along the path no idea what they were in for.
     

    solace84

    God of the Arena
    Teranna quickly let her authority be known. She quickly took control of the quest and had them moving on horseback toward their destination, making the same haste that Vesemir had. Dalious wasn't normally one to take orders from anyone. He had been on his own for almost his entire life. He knew he could handle it, but at the same time he didn't want to argue with this lady. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

    So they rode north. He stayed close behind her, taking in the breathtaking scenery as they pushed closer to Velen. The colors that blended together from the sky and the trees was beautiful. The wind was soft at his face, and the air smelt of fresh blood and decay. He could sense nearby wild dogs and wolves on either side of them as they rode on the trail, but they were far enough away to not be a burden. For now, anyway.

    Dalious trotted his horse up beside hers and took off his hood. They had been silent for most of the ride already, clearly because she meant business. So did he, but it didn't mean they couldn't get to know one another a little.

    "You know, other then my masters, I've never come across another witcher before," he told her. "Where have you been? What have you done? Tell me your story."

    He was curious how the other witchers lived. He heard the stories of Geralt and his quests, but none else.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    "Serana. Please make your way back to the school. I have something of great importance and blah, blah, blah. He knows I hate it when he uses my full name."
    Sera ran her hand through her short silver hair as she tightened her saddlebag on her mare, Stranger. She would rather ride a mostly stable mare, than the testosterone filled and highly dangerous and violent stallion. she put a leg over her saddle then proceeded to make her way to the school of which she trained. Kaer Morhen was her home away from home, and had been for a while. She was picked up at age 8 when her father made a passing witcher take her for her own safety. A fact that she needed an answer for. As she rode, she grinned as she heard the clanking of coins and the rattling of her steel daggers and silver longsword. Witchers most of the time prefer two bastard swords, one steel and one silver, over what she carries. Sera prefers speed with non monsters simply because she doesn't have to worry about getting ripped in two.

    The ride itself was uneventful. It took a few days, but finally she was staring at the stone fortress. She followed the sound of talking and walked in on the tail end of the meeting with two other unknown witchers.

    "but Geralt left his clues behind for you in the basement of a local castle. He has friends there watching over it, someone called the Bloody Baron. Go to Velen. Find the baron and study the clues to their location. Find them and kill them all. Bastards don't deserve to live. Especially with the powers they possess. I must help Geralt, sorry for the hasty meeting. Good luck." the old witcher made his way out as did the others, the first two went in a group, while she hung back for a few moments, then followed them to Velen. She at least knew her way to Velen due to taking multiple contracts there. She assumed they would all meet at the inn. She proceeded to gallop ahead rather than talk to her fellow witchers. As she approached, she uttered only a few words to them in passing, "Meet at the local inn" she smiled as she galloped towards the inn, and then made her way inside to order herself a drink.
     

    solace84

    God of the Arena
    Dalious had almost forgotten about the other lady witcher, who was trailing behind them for some time. 'Great' he thought to himself. 'Two women that barely speak'. He wasn't much of a talker himself, being a loner for most of his adult life. Yet, in this case, they were of the same kind as he was. He awaited Taranna to speak a reply, while simultaneously the other witcher rode past and told them to meet at the inn.

    He looked back at taranna. "You don't have to tell me your story if you don't want, but I'd say a few ales and a whiskey sound pretty good right now. Tell me you at least drink?"

    The two strolled their horses into the front of the tavern and prepared to go inside.
     

    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    The young man Dalious spoke "You know, other then my masters, I've never come across another witcher before," he told her. "Where have you been? What have you done? Tell me your story." The female that had been riding behind for awhile galloped past them telling them to meet at the in. "Never met another female witcher before." She thought to herself.

    "You don't have to tell me your story if you don't want, but I'd say a few ales and a whiskey sound pretty good right now. Tell me you at least drink?"

    He seemed to be genuinely interested. So Taranna indulged him. "I trained at the viper school, spent most of my life on the continent." she chuckled, "Boy I could drink you under the table." Taranna thought for a second. "My story is long I'm coming close to 100 long years. I've lived and learned. Maybe I can teach you some things."

    The rest of the ride was peaceful. They arrived at the inn. As they walk in she sees the witcher that galloped past sitting at a table. She went ahead and pulled herself a seat. "Names Taranna, can call me Anna."
     

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