[h2][center] Geralt of Rivia- Hyrule Castle Town[/center][/h2]

One moment, Geralt was riding his horse, Roach, along a path in Novigrad. 

The next, he was in the middle of a small town center, paved with stone, riddled with monsters. Quickly hopping off of Roach's back, Geralt groaned as he pulled out his silver sword. "Must've gone through a portal...blacked out, forgot exactly what happened. Medallion's not humming, either. Not good..." The look of the own itself unsettled Geralt deep into his core. It was only small details: a few bricks looking wrong, a single shutter broken, just small details that stuck out like a sore thumb against a sheet of paper. 

"Probably necrophages. Look like Drowners, but wrong. So slow compared to the-" Geralt's ramblings were cut short as a mind-numbing screech tore through his soul, rooting him to the very spot. His mind was filled with horrific visions- Ciri and Yennefer, flayed and hanged, his friends Dandelion and Zoltan burned at the stake, among other unsavory images. Geralt knew this was some kind of psychic attack, but knowing that and being unaffected by it were two completely different things. 

As the monstrous creature drew closer, Geralt's hand began to twitch, his fingers attempting to move so he could cast Axii and give this monster a taste of its own medicine. His hand failed to move properly, however, and instead Geralt found himself surrounded by a field of magic, and the creature suddenly slowed drastically, his mind and body freed from the spell. "Yrden, not Axii. Works, though." 

Stepping around to the creature's side, Geralt brought his sword down through its chest, pulling the blade out of flesh and spinning to direct a second cut through its arm, but the blade stopped at the bone this time. "Damn thing's tou-" Yrden fell, and Geralt found himself once more frozen by the undead creature, but this time he hadn't the luxury of distance between them. Almost as soon as he was frozen, the monster mounted Geralt, and he felt his body grow heavy as it sucked the life from him. 

Had to be Aard this time. Blast the thing away, then run. [i]The Wild Hunt has Ciri![/i] He found it so difficult to concentrate on moving his hand. The images were overpowering him. Monsters, corpses, wars, battle, he could handle-but losing Ciri would kill him. [i]You'll never see her again! The Empress will be too busy for a lowly Witcher![/i]

Geralt's vision started to fade.