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Sleeping Beauty Reloaded	By : dschinny Category: +S through Z > Witcher 2, The: Assassins of Kings Views: 1938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hector’s Search
Thronebreaker - The Bloody Mistress Extended
https://youtu.be/coBaMQ9_rl0
On the first day of his search, in the early afternoon Hector had found the encampment where the witcher had stayed last night. Small fire, one horse, one donkey. Alright, the witcher wasn’t travelling fast through upper Aerdin. He kept riding in that one direction. At night, he had to build his own camp to avoid losing the way in the fog, but he saddled up with first daylight when the path became recognizable again. He arrived in a village on a sunny late morning. He found the Mayor on the square in the middle of celebration preparations and asked if he had seen a witcher, a tall white haired guy in black armor with a sword or two strapped to his back.
“Yes, it’s a pity Geralt of Rivia did not want to stay. He spent yesterday evening to remove a Foglet from the swamp at the main road. We invited him to our festivities, but he left anyway.” – “He travels alone then? Which way?” – “Yes, I tell you, the guy’s a one man army with no need to wait for a merchant group for safety. Down to the Pontar to the fording near Vergen. Why do you want to find him, is there a problem with him?” – “Just the opposite, a hunting comrade is in dire need of his services. I track all sorts of game, but if the unnatural is concerned, that is for witchers.” – “I agree. He’s about three hours ahead of you. If you hurry up, you’ll see him before he reaches the fording.” – “Thank you, Mayor.”
So Velita wasn’t with him. Hector could bring back at least that one certainty home to Gernot. Hector bought food for his horse and himself then pressed on. It was strange that he did not get to see the witcher after he rode for three hours. The inn on the aedirnish side of the fording came into view and still there was no witcher ahead. Was the witcher gaining speed or did he miss something? Hector decided to take a break at the inn. His horse was tired and so was he. If the witcher had passed through here at noon, he would not be able to catch up. On the kaedwenish side it would be difficult to find him. He would have to go home.
The innkeeper had not seen a witcher or somebody that matched the description. But he had carp and beer on the menu. Hector had a seat at a window that overlooked the stream. And there, a beautiful lady approached. She had a perfect fair complexion like a spring morning, blue eyes and smooth blonde hair that fell over her shoulders like a curtain of light. “Greetings, my lady,” Hector stood politely as the lady homed in. “Greetings, fellow traveler,” she held out her hand for him to kiss her and he bend down to do her the favor. “Hector Greenleaf, at your service.” - “Pleased to meet you. I’am AÏk. I have overheard that you are searching for a witcher, Geralt of Rivia.” – “I do, Milady. Have you seen him?” – “I did, seven years ago in Kerack when I was still an apprentice. I’m looking forwards to see him again.”
“Would you like to take a seat?” Hector offered and pulled out a chair for her to sit and adjust her fur embellished robe. An elegant young lady travelling alone and asking for a man was strange. She looked too young to have met anybody noteworthy seven years ago. This lady was no noble woman despite her rich clothing. She must be a mage to have such looks and take such freedoms.
“So you are expecting Geralt to pass through here… why?” – Hector swallowed, the words Gernot had given him for the witcher were not meant for the ears of this strange young lady. “He took a contract at a friend’s mansion and a question arose afterwards. I just need to talk to him.”
Mosaik wondered which question was worth the journey that showed on the hunter’s clothing… or was he always that run down? “You’ve got an aedirnish accent but you look like you are far travelled. May I ask where you come from?” – “I come from Midville, not quite a two days journey in the south west from here.” – “Ah. I was travelling the Pontar from Novigrad up to the fording and will turn southwards to Vengerberg.” – “A good idea to avoid the woods around Flotsam,” the hunter approved. “But wouldn’t it be more comfortable to take the side arm, travel by ship up the Farrar to Vengerberg?”
“I have heard that the Scoia'tael do not cease to give King Demavend issues.” – “Are you going to step up to the King’s counsel?” – “I would be honored, but that won’t happen anytime soon. I am still a Dwimveandra, a journeywoman of the magic arts. What was Geralt’s contract about?” – “A leshen bent on murder in the forests under my friends’ supervision. Gernot Forester guided his hunt and they were successful on the second day.” – “That sounds like Geralt indeed. What is the question about? I know a few things about magically influenced nature.”
“It’s private to my friend …and I guess it is half ways solved already.” If Velita ran after the witcher, her chances were efficiently zero against this lady’s apparent interest. – “I thought you were waiting?” – “No, I have to get going. I’m a married man with a job and cannot afford to spend two more days running around.” – “Well, I will continue to wait for him here. Would you like me to take your letter? ….no strings attached of course.” – “That would be nice, thank you.” The Dwimveandra produced a quill and a paper from a pocket that had no natural way to fit in her close cut dress and shoved it over to the hunter.
She looked at the ceiling while he wrote that the injury that the witcher’s horse caused had led to the death of the captain and that the count was searching for the responsible stable hand that vanished yesterday morning. That Gernot had lost the track under suspicious circumstances and wondered whenever the witcher had noticed something. And that a bounty was posted on the stable hand by the Count. Hector folded up his letter and passed it to her. The content was coded like an insurance case that could be read by this supernaturally beautiful lady without getting the men into trouble in case she got curious and secretly opened it.
He smiled and said thanks again; her fingertips brushed the back of his hand as she took the folded letter. But when he wanted to rise, he found out that he could not move his legs. “And now you tell me everything you know about Geralt,” was the last thing he heard, because it felt like she had him by the balls and was tearing his brains out.
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Back On The Path
https://youtu.be/8o-JI8VRyKo
Geralt of Rivia had spent the morning on finding the encampment of the peat cutters. Negotiations there where quicker since they had lost several men, but they just managed to gather 292 orens and a few coppers. The witcher agreed a discount and did not take the coppers. He did not leave Roach and the donkey in the encampment, but vanished in the bushy marshland.
Geralt found a patch of juicy grass for the animals and a halfway dry spot for the leshen root. He sat on that pile and let the sun shine on his back while he unpacked the present he had been given as he denied to join their party. Apparently, the major’s wife was so glad finding her daughters unsoiled in the morning that she had been extra generous with his food. Afterwards, he braided a rope to secure the donkey’s load better. He would have to unwrap the leshen root in the evening, make sure it was dry and check it for growth.
Roach came on the first whistle, but the donkey had its own ideas and needed persuasion. That added realism to his looks, got his boots muddy for his return to the peat cutters encampment. He picked up his fee for the second foglet’s ear and went back to the main road that meandered to the fording. The sun was shining lower on treacherous meadows of yellowed grass that moved like waves in the autumn wind and patches of reed that marked the ditches the peat cutters had left behind. He would spend the night in the inn and cross the Pontar tomorrow, when the horses were well fed and rested. Business was good and there was no need to hurry.
Clopping hoof beat made him reconsider. The witcher pulled the rope on the saddle’s pommel loose and reached for the steel sword on his back as a tall archer approached in stretched gallop. He recognized Hector and called the hunter’s name. Hector looked at him briefly, shrugged and fled. The witcher threw the donkey’s rope loose and nudged Roach to turn and follow, pressing the war horse into the thoroughbred. Combined with a gentle axi, the hunter’s horse stood.
Hector pulled the reins and tightened his knees to avoid the jostle, “Let me pass, I’ve got enough from the likes of you.” – “What did I do - to lose your respect like that, Hector? And where is your dog, Balon, wasn’t it?”
“It’s nothing personal, I just hate witchcraft. Balon is safely at home, in the kennel.” Hector took a deep breath and stared back at the witcher’s amber eyes. They were of the same height, but the witcher was wider in the shoulders, which was enhanced further by the armor. Roach was heavier than his hunting horse, too. He could not win a fight, but he wasn’t about to give up his plan to go home to his wife and never interfere with the unnatural again.
“I expected you would stay overnight in Midville, not pop up in front of me on the path. What happened?” – “The captain died two nights ago and Velita vanished. Adda could not find her, Balon neither. The Count is pissed and issued a bounty. We wondered if you took her.” – “To collect the bounty on her head?” – “To know she’s safe. But you won’t keep her safe, so much is clear. Good riddance, witcher.” – “Why so convinced?” – “You’ve got no emotions and quite the selection of ladies of your own kind.” – Technically, there were no women of ‘his kind’ but it wasn’t the moment to discuss that with an angry human fellow. “Please dismount Hector. I can see that someone hurt you… a woman maybe?” – “Let me pass. I have to get out of this swamp before nightfall. Just go on your way and let us humans help each other.”
Blood Run
https://youtu.be/7M7sUbPEJSY
Hector was surprised as the witcher actually pulled Roach around and stopped blocking his way. He let his thoroughbred trudge on. He had not been good to his horse as he fled the inn; it needed rest and gentle movement. He would make it out of the damn swamp and ask for housing in the farm village, be home tomorrow. After a while, he heard a sharp trot of the witcher’s war mount and the quick clap of the donkey behind him as they caught up. “I don’t expect you to spend the night in this swamp, but please tell me what happened, Hector.”
“I came looking for you, witcher. The villagers told me that you had killed a foglet for them and that you were just hours in front of me, so I decided to extend my search and made it to the inn at the fording. There was a woman looking for you, asking questions. Her name was… short. Something with A… I don’t remember” – “Can you describe her?” – “Young, fair and blue eyed witchcraft beauty. Well groomed on the outside. First she was just nice and curious, but then she took… advantage of me. Of my brain, I mean. I don’t want to talk about it. In case you are wondering… I certainly told her everything I knew.”
Geralt knew a sorceress that matched the description, well, not quite a mage, more of an apprentice he got to know seven years ago, in Kerack. She had been a virgin back then, eager to accompany him after the destruction of Kerack. They had spent some days travelling and enjoyable nights, but then he had released her and counseled her to go back to Lytta to complete her education. Did he promise her something? He guessed not. But it seemed that in the meantime Mosaik had picked up some of her teacher’s violent traits. “About Velita, you mean?” – “Yes.” – “What would you know of Velita that is of interest for a sorceress?” – “She’s a Dwimveandra.” Apparently, the hunter was about to pull his mind together, even the details. - So Mosaik was free now, not acting on Lytta’s behalf. That was interesting. “Just go on. What did you tell her about Velita?”
“First I just wrote a letter she could hand to you… that the captain died yesterday morning and that the count was chasing the responsible stable hand. I didn’t even mention Velita or that the stable hand is a woman. The witch did not even open the letter, just held me to pry my mind. I saw again what had happened…” he stopped. Did he really have to see it a third time in front of his inner eye? - “Don’t worry about you being honest. You honestly got no clue what happened between Velita and me.”
“I saw… in my memory, how we met at the tavern. Then the vision played on how the Count discussed you taking advantage of Velita, probably hurting her.” – “I did not hurt her.” – “That did not keep her from prying and I really wished she had stopped that that point. Then the Count had Gernot shackle Velita, telling him he would not sell her to Gernot if he did not do as he was ordered. And then he led Velita off to … search her intimately.”
It had been hard to review the cruelty, but it did not get the witcher to stiffen or even show compassion. The witcher just rode on and listened. He was probably used all kinds of hospitality and what happened afterwards was not his concern. But apparently he was a bit curious because he asked,
“What happened then?”
“Gernot went to get her after one hour as the count had ordered. Velita was ruffled but alright. We had dinner then she went to medicate the captain your horse stepped on. That was one mean fiend in his time, but two days ago he was definitely down with an infection. Everybody else was in good mood that evening, we ate together then Velita went into the kitchen for scullery duty and slept in her quarter. I don’t know what happened that night, but in the morning, the captain was dead and Velita was missing. Her shoes and clothing were still in her quarter, at first Gernot could not believe that she was on the run. But there was proof, a piece of her nightgown hung in a thorny bush that grew in the compound’s wall. Adda and Balon worked out that track for half a mile, but then it just vanished in thin air. We tried again with both dogs, to no avail.
The Count wants to get Velita back. She is his property and he says she might be the reason his captain died. He wants her, dead or alive. He is furious… but also very cold… calculating. Something is wrong. Nobody has seen her at night, but Sean says he saw the captain in the training ground behind the house in the early morning. Stepped out maybe, just before he died. Gernot is at his limit with his brother’s burial and that Adda couldn’t help it. I just wanted to make sure for him that Velita is safe with you... or bring back the information we can find her around Midville. We have to find her before the Count does.”
“Hm. That would be better. Many things can happen in two days and even more until you get back to Midville. You should stay at the village nevertheless; rest your mind as well as your body. The marshland woods are dangerous at night. There is no guarantee that I removed the foglet infestation completely.”
“I wondered where you left off.”
“I took another contract at a peat cutter’s encampment on the side,” the witcher informed Hector evenly, but inside, he was brooding.
Steel for humans
https://youtu.be/irAd3IaSV2s
If Mosaik was travelling southwards, she would visit Vengerberg and the last person Geralt wanted to focus on his private affairs was Yennefer. From various comments he gathered that his affair with Yen had raised eyebrows in the sorcerer’s community. They even made a bet when the witch and the witcher would split. Lytta won the treasure.
Geralt had enjoyed sex with Lytta, but couldn’t quite get around the fact that the Coral had hurt her apprentice just to redirect his attention on her and get him into her bed. But then, that was the way sorceresses threatened each other. They seemed to gain power from pain and an apprenticeship was referred as ‘leashing’. He could turn his head at mutual agreements. What put him off was the cowardice Lytta showed during the destruction of Kerack.
Since Lytta had hurt Mosaik and did not lead by example as a mistress should, he could not deny Mosaik to forego Lytta’s lead and accompany them, away from the mess the new King Viraxas had made of his father’s marriage and the rubble the tsunami had made from Palmyra harbor. He had seen enough and led their group to safety.
A beautiful half naked maiden supporting a witcher beaten up by a monster wave, go figure.
He had been sword-less at that time and accepted her help. He had repaid her in the way she required and taught her the first things about love making. Mosaik had been sweet and hot and trusting. Her curiosity overcame a little initial pain with ease. She must have truly enjoyed it because she kept coming back for more the next days and he taught her the second and third things about pleasure as well.
It was fun but it would get her nowhere she wanted to stay. Finally, he had written a letter, asked her to follow his lead and make a decision for the greater good, secure her professional advancement even if there was a painful moment ahead. He told her that he trusted she could overcome that obstacle for her own wellbeing.
After laying three mages in a row and hunting down the degenerate murderer Degerlund, rumors about the White Wolf were all the rage among the sorcerers, especially those who did not like the denigratories in their own rows in Rissberg. On his part, it had been quite a hassle.
Mosaik had kept a low profile all those years but now she showed up again. A Dwimveandra, loo and behold. Under other circumstances, he would be tempted to find out what she had learned in the meantime …now that she was free to explore that aspect of life.
But from what Hector had told him, it seemed that she did not take his other principles to the heart. She had used mind control on a hapless human bystander when she could have asked, listened and spent the tiniest bit of her super enhanced life span on her interest in him. If she really cared about him, she would have done so. From what his pendant told him, she had not just interrogated Hector brutally. She had also planted an artifact on him to track the guy in case he failed to show up at the inn.
Oh well, he was taking care of Hector and just waited for the perpetrator to show herself.
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