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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
After days of boredom and annoying company, Yennefer attends a meeting with Captain Vilgord and informs herself about the war and the situation in Oxenfurt and Velen before the ship's arrival tomorrow. There she meets a brave dwarven sailor too and treats him the typical Yennefer-way. For the first time in her life, will the raven-haired sorceress' cocky behavior lead to severe consequences?
Tags: No sex
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 12, 2018
The ship was bobbing up and down on the water, absorbing the beam of light after dusk. Yennefer was on deck, looking at the beautiful view nature provided in his whole magnificence as a fresh breeze of air went across her soft skin and dark hair. She was thinking about Ciri and Geralt. Both were always the center of her life and when Ciri was back in her arms again, they could really start to live as a family, once and for all.
Like a family she never really had.
As much complicated her relationship with the Witcher had always been and after all unpleasantry they had gone through, at the end they found a way to move on and love each other. He was the only person on earth, despite Ciri who knew how she was really ticking and actually cared about her as an individual, accepted her character traits. But Yennefer hadn't seen him till two years and their relationship had always been very complicated and volatile ever since.
"My lady, Captain Vilgord is asking for your presence and awaits you in his personal cabin," a sailor said politely and went away, as Yennefer gave him a clear nod in response. Before arriving in Oxenfurt tomorrow, the captain supposed to give her more detailed information about Velen, its populace, and war. Yennefer enjoyed the view for the last time and made her way to the cabin at the end of the ship. Some few sailors were still cleaning the wooden floor, singing to the rhythm while a little group of traders having a desultory conversation, as she knocked on the door and stepped in.
"Lady Yennefer, please step closer. As Mister Rhyst already told you with certainty, I'm going to give you more intel for your upcoming task," the Captain stated while standing at a round table fully occupied by different maps and nautic tools. Yennefer immediately stepped closer and started to examine the plans and drawing lying in the middle of the table, crossing her arms while thinking about.
"As you can see, the situation in Velen is complicated. After King Foltest's death, the invasion of Nilfgaard started with the objective of occupying temerian territory. First, the Nilfgaardians fought successfully against the weak temerian forces and won the first war swiftly. Their victory seemed to be close until the temerian soldiers deserted and joined the Redianan Army," he explained and put another map onto the table.
"After that, King Radovid attacked his ally Kaedwin and united all Armies of the North against the Nilfgaardians. He successfully accomplished to stop the nilfgaardian invasion and positioned his soldiers behind the Pontar River and established an embargo against all residents around," he continued to explain, looking over to Yennefer but not recognizing any change in her expression.
The raven-haired sorceress' eyes were still locked on the map, as she uttered deeply and replied in an annoyed tone, "I have to say Velen became a really nice place, Captain. But he couldn't just win simply by uniting all Forces, am I right? There must be another factor which caused the nilfgaardian forces to stop."
"The winter came, my lady. In the end, the whole situation ended up in a tie. In the meantime, the local populace is getting robbed, raped and slaughtered. People are desperate and starving to death. Bandits are hiding in the woods and monsters are crawling out of their holes, attacking every traveler on sight."
"Anarchy is the new status quo in Velen now, my lady."
Yennefer seemed to be not affected by the Captain's description, just confused as she asked, "And there is no Baron anymore? No one with a title, having the right to rule in the meantime? Have all nobles died during the war?"
"The old Baron, yes, but a former temerian deserter, Philip Strenger, has been put by the Nilfgaardians on this position and rules, kinda, the southern areas of Velen with an iron fist. If you ask me, just avoid him and his men as much as possible. There are a lot of stories and none of them are good. And for a sorceress like you, my lady, Velen contains more dangerous people as the Blood Baron," Captain Vilgord said and placed a piece of paper on the table, then added, "The Witch Hunters."
Silence reigned in the room as the Captain's hand reached out for another map. It included a closer image of Velen's different villages and rivers.
"They are everywhere, but mostly staying in Novigrad or Oxenfurt. Their numbers are increasing every day, and their propensity for violence too. With their full support of King Radovid V, they began to proceed against nonhumans, mages, sorceresses or people related in any way to magic. If you ask me personally, sooner or later, they will successfully reach their goal by purging all places from all nonhumans and so-called infected persons. Since the war started months ago, they have become a very wealthy and powerful organization directed and supported by the Church of the Eternal Fire. And my lady..." He added reluctantly, his expression remained serious and his eyes locked on hers.
Yennefer lifted her head and looked over to him. "More good news Captain? Spit it out, don't let a lady wait too long."
Captain Vilgord gasped deeply and continued, "If someone comes behind your true identity, or you get caught, there will be no one coming to rescue you, my lady. And for a former member of the Lodge, any peasant and resident is an enemy and would not hesitate to kill, or worse, betray you to these Witch Hunters. But..."
The sorceress curled her lips in a way as if the Captain would have insulted her feelings. There was an icy glint in her eyes. Her expression chafed with impatience.
"Captain, you gave me no information I didn't already know. You have so many maps and intel here and can't give me something really useful? I am not dealing with these Witch Hunters the first time in my life and Velen is not my first war zone I have to set a foot on..." Yennefer replied irritated, pressing her hands against her hips, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
Vilgord stood cool and tossed in, "But, my lady, if you have to flee or looking for help, there's a reliable contact of mine in Novigrad. His name is Volker Rohdel. Just show him this card and he knows what to do." He gave her a little white card, blank on both sides. "Let's just hope he's still alive. Can't be really sure these days."
Yennefer examined the card carefully while pressing her soft lips together like she always did when she was disappointed with something, or someone. "Hmm, alright. At least I have refreshed my basic knowledge about the war and Velen again." Her head turned to the open window on the left side as her violet eyes shimmered fishy in the setting sun. Yennefer looked more concerned than ever before as the scent of her lilac and gooseberry perfume filled the whole cabin in no time.
"We will arrive in Oxenfurt Harbor at dawn, my lady. From there, I suggest you're going to take to the road as fast as possible. The town is crawling with the Witch Hunters and the chance, that someone could identify you, remains pretty high," Captain Vilgord explained in conclusion, as loud knocks at the door echoed through the cabin.
"Come in," Vilgord ordered and a five feet tall dwarf stepped in, carrying a bottle of wine in his bold hands. He had dark brown hair, copper green eyes, and a trimmed circled beard as he made several steps towards the beautiful sorceress, who was still examining the maps on the table and decided to ignore the seaman like any seaman she usually did.
"Captain, I have here somethin', to be more precise, a present for the beautiful Lady Yennefer. I'd like to ask for permission to give her this personally, Sir," the dwarf explained, trying to get the sorceress' attention. Vilgord bowed his head shortly in response and was eager to see what was going to happen next. The sorceress' temper was infamous and deadly sometimes.
The dwarf made few steps more towards Yennefer, as he gathered all his courage to speak to her. "M'Lady Yennefer, as a token of me utmost gratitude and respect, I want to hand over to you a special bottle of red wine, vintage 1222. It would make me very proud if you accept me present and open it tonight, the last night before you'll leave the ship."
As the dwarf finished his sentence, an awkward silence fell. Yennefer seemed to not deign to look at him or even wanted to dignify him with an answer. Both seamen looked at each other in a baffled way, not knowing what to do or say next.
"M'Lady Y..." The dwarf started to propound his wish again, which he had learned by heart in purpose.
"No, thanks!" The annoyed sorceress barked back, keeping her hands crossed and eyes locked at things ahead, treating the seaman like he was non-existent. After some awkward moments later, Vilgord starter to feel pity for his petty officer again and gave him a signal with his eyes, saying him it was all right and he should better go before it was too late.
But to the Captain's surprise, the dwarf stood still and seemed to be determined to chance his luck a little bit longer, as he made two steps further and blocked Yennefer's view on the maps with his dwarfish face.
"M'Lady Yennefer, as a token of me utmost gratitude and respect..." He began another attempt to gain her attention.
"Which part of 'NO THANKS' didn't you understand, mister dwarf?" Yennefer looked daggers at him, her violet eyes sparkling with annihilation. After staying in her private cabin all day long, the boredom and abstinence from her magic abilities made Yennefer more irritated than usual. She even clashed with some of the sailors few times as they tried to talk to her by courtesy, wanted to help her to leave her private cabin for once so she could cool off a bit.
But no sailor had ever accomplished anything which even came near to this goal. Instead, Yennefer started to nag and bitch about almost anything on the ship, like the food, drink, ship, stench, air, weather, and even about the 'cold' water in her bathtub. She drove every man crazy and it didn't take long as each one of them began to count the days for their arrival at Oxenfurt Harbor with zest.
If they hadn't been so frightened of her magic power, they would have already killed her, or done worse.
"M'Lady, I didn't want to offend ye. Just tryin' to be polite. I've bought this bottle of Rivia many years ago and..." The dwarf kept on talking stubbornly, vainly expecting to see a positive change in Yennefer's deadly expression.
"And what? This allows you to disturb my concentration and bother me with that stupid little bottle of yours!?! What the heck is wrong with you sailors? Tell you what, I give you one chance, one, to bugger off before I lose my temper once and for all and thrust this bottle somewhere into your..."
A loud cough stopped Yennefer and interrupted her talking, as Captain Vilgord interceded, "That's enough! My lady, there is no need to be rude. And Mister Rivay, you heard the lady, dismissed."
The dwarf, visibly disappointed, bowed low before Yennefer and left the cabin without any word. After a moment of silence, a deep sigh escaped from her lips as she realized, how badly she had lost her composure in front of the dwarf.
"Captain, I think I should go to my cabin again. There are a lot of things I have to gather up. Please inform me immediately when we arrive at Oxenfurt Harbor. Good night," the sorceress stated and headed to her personal cabin before Vilgord was even able to say anything.
As the sorceress passed by some sailors, she could see their faces showing no more than a pure aversion to her. When Yennefer looked over to them, they immediately stopped speaking and turned their back, giving her the cold shoulder. Unsurprisingly, the little occurrence with dwarfish seaman seemed to be already spread out all over the ship as especially the dwarfish members of the crew started to show their dislike by spitting to the floor or letting one go after her leaving.
But Yennefer just ignored them, like always, and headed directly to her own room. After nearly nine hours, the whole tragedy would be over and she would never see them again.
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