The Witcher: A Fury of Fate and Feathers
  • LECTURAS 114
  • Votos 7
  • Partes 3
  • Hora 36m
  • LECTURAS 114
  • Votos 7
  • Partes 3
  • Hora 36m
Continúa, Has publicado abr 27, 2021
"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Magic and majesty have always gone hand in hand, or so Geralt believed. That was before he is hired to kill the witch only known as Thea, a woman of noble birth in possession of strange and unusual power and a penchant for madness. Though her destiny lies in the gilded courtrooms of her birth, her fate, on the other hand, is a different story. Through monsters and mayhem, gold and Griffons, Thea must climb above those who hinder her from claiming her crown...though it may be a crown of carrion and bone. 

To kill a witch is one thing. To assist with one's fate is another thing entirely. How far would you go to find your path?
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"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.