Adventures with the Witcher(s): A Multi Witcher Story

The Witchers

You were coming to when you were brought back into the keep, Eskel and Geralt each had an arm around their shoulders.
You were guided to a table and took a seat, a certain look in your eyes suggests you were still processing the information you were given before you fainted.

Vesemir came by with a cup of liquid which you accept. You take a sip only to grimace at the taste, "What did I just drink?" you ask, setting the cup down. "It's tea with medicine," Vesemir answers, "I suggest you finish it if you wish to get better." You reluctantly take the cup, holding your nose and down the whole thing.
You set the cup down, not having anything else to say.

"You okay?" Lambert questions, "you got that...weird look in your eye." "Lambert, go easy on her," Eskel scolds, "She's clearly out of her element here." "Pfft, then she shouldn't have wondered so far from home," Lambert grumbles.

"I'll...I think I'll be fine," you finally speak up, trying to give the men some assurance that you haven't broken down completely, "I...I just need time to process. I'm in some magic castle in some random place that I never heard. I almost got eaten by some monster I didn't know existed, and I'm surrounded by men in strange clothes called, uh...witchers. I don't even know what a witcher is, apart from the fact that it is not the same thing as a mage."  

"I...I must be dreaming," you try to convince yourself, "I'm at home, in my bed, back in Texas. I must've hit my head when I fell into the cave and this has to be some sort of crazy hallucination. I...I...I..." You look around again, "I don't think this is a dream," you realize, "I'm definitely not in Texas anymore." 
"Tex...as?" Lambert frowns, him and the other witchers not having the foggiest idea what or where you were talking about, "Where the fuck on the Continent is that supposed to be?" "It's a state, you know, the Lone Star State" you try to explain, but the witchers look like you didn't know what you were talking about. "Long horns? Ten gallon hats? Barbecues and pecan pies?"
Still no recognition, "stereotypical southern accents? 'Howdy y'all?'" Nothing. "The USA? United States?...North America? Does that ring any bells?" Still nothing.

"Maybe this might help," Vesemir suggests, offering you a map, which you accept. It looked old and slightly tattered by still readable. Reading paper maps though was something you haven't done in years, as you were used to looking for places on Google maps, like most modern people are apt to do. You look at the map, but you didn't recognize any of the places, not the towns, kingdoms, even rivers, forests, and mountain ranges were strange to you.
"I, uh...I don't recognize any of these places," you admit, pushing the map away.

"Hows is that possible?" Eskel asks. "She's probably lying," Lambert scoffs, "if anything I bet she's a spy. Probably sent to gather dirt on us witchers." "I'm not a spy," you assure, "and I told you I've never even heard of witcher before now." "Sure you haven't," Lambert rolls his eyes, "everybody knows what a witcher is." "It's the truth," you insist, "One minute I was on the ranch looking for my horse Midnight, cause he was supposed to be at the barn for dinner, and I tracked him down to this cave, which I never saw before on the property, and next thing I know, I fell in and hit my head. When I finally came to, I found myself in that forest and nearly got eaten by that...what was it you called it, a forktail?"  

"I think she is telling the truth," Geralt speaks up, "Look at her, ever seen anyone wear clothing like that before?" he gestures to your jeans and multi-colored knee socks. "Not too many women I've seen are comfortable having their top half exposed the way she is," Lambert nods to the fact that you were still shirtless, but still had your sports bra on, which you only now just noticed. You squeak a bit, and cover your top part in embarrassment, "can I have my shirt back please?" 

Vesemir nods and goes to retrieve it, leaving you in the company of the other wolves. You weren't sure what to say at this point, and there was awkward silence until the elder witcher returned with your hot pink t-shirt along with your boots. You accept and quickly slip the shirt back on and slip on your boots.
"Those boots by the way look high quality," Vesemir comments, "must've costed quite a pretty penny." "They were a gift from my aunt and uncle on my 18th birthday," you explain, "Rattlesnake skin. Lasts a really long time when treated and conditioned properly." "Sounds like a lot of work," Lambert remarks.

"What is a rattlesnake?" Eskel asks. "Large venomous snakes with rattles at the end of their tails," you explain, "they shake them when you're too close, meaning they're about to strike and bit you, inject their toxic venom into you." "At least they warn you before they bite you," Geralt says. "Not always," you point out, "I've seen people and horses get bit. Snakes either strike without warning or people didn't heed said warning. The venom breaks down the tissue surrounding the bite, it's...it's not a pretty sight. Even if you do survive, the scars left behind are pretty..." you look to see the scars on the men and decide to reword your next sentence, "Uh, well it leaves scars behind, that's all I'll say."

"Fascinating," Vesemir says, "now perhaps you would like to explain what this is," he places your phone on the table.
You look at the phone, which you assumed probably fell out of your pocket sometime when you passed out, then back to the witchers. "It's called a cell phone," you explain, "it uh, where I'm from, we use it to talk to people, who are in living in different places." "How so, by magic?" Geralt asks. "Uh, no," you shake your head, "science. Magic isn't a thing where I live." "that's not possible," Eskel insists, "magic is real." "Well not where I'm from," you insist back, "and monsters aren't a thing either. Well...non human monsters anyway."

The witchers only exchange looks in confusion, wondering what kind of place could you possibly hail from that you had never seen monsters or even think magic was real.

"Sounds like you must come from another world," Vesemir hypothesizes. "I'm sorry what?" you raise an eyebrow, "Another...world?" "It would explain a lot actually," Vesemir nods, "you don't where you are, you don't know what a witcher is. You've never seen or heard of monsters or even magic. You fell into a cave you've never discovered before and woke up in a completely different place. You clothing is significantly different from anything I have ever seen in my many years of living with an accent and instruments that none of us have ever seen before."

"Hard as it may seem for you to believe," Vesemir continues, "I believe you came to this world from your own by means of magic. You must have Elder Blood."