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@Gentlemanvaultboy @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN
So I tried Dragalia Lost when it came out, and it quickly becomes obvious that Euden is a harem protagonist. So even though I already have Din smitten with Geralt, should I allow the magical laws of harem protags to effect Din?
ALSO DEW IT
@Gentlemanvaultboy @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN
Din can fly now, so I could have her swoop in for the rescue.
DEW IT!
Geralt of Rivia
Pelagic Lake
Lvl 2 (4/20) -> Lvl 2 (5/20)
Word Count: 547 words
Geralt found himself thoroughly impressed by Linkle's weapons. They were capable of rapid-fire without any sort of reloading mechanism, and apparently of shooting bombs as well? His medallion did rumble a bit whenever she fired them, so he chalked it up to some sort of magical effect. Still, that could be incredibly useful for combat purposes. Her tactics might need some work, certainly, but her equipment was up to par without a doubt.
Din's abilities pushed her more towards the side of a strategic ally, one who could have a drastic impact on any battlefield from afar, and this "weather magic" of hers was definitely something he was hoping would be of use to them. Her healing dance, however, gave Geralt some ideas...both lecherous and practical. Yennefer would have his head if she could read his mind right about now. On the practical side of things, however, further supporting his natural regeneration abilities would be a great boon in the future, and it could allow him to handle an even larger variety of monsters in combat without having to worry too much about being killed by them. Between the bombs, the Quen sign, and his own abilities, he could probably handle a Fiend without oils, as stupid as it would be.
The short discussion over who would ride on which chocobos left him somewhat suspicious, especially after Linkle's...odd display of facial expressions. He didn't pay it much mind, however, when Din chose to instead ride her personal goat-like creature instead of with him. Frankly, he was a bit pleased, because the temptation was the last thing he needed right now. Well, that and a pissed-off Yennefer.
When they finally arrived at the lake, Geralt's eyes narrowed at the Definitely Not Drowners that were attacking two armed boys and an older man who was trying to escape to safety inside the floating house. Probably a wise decision on his part, as he was clearly not prepared for this sort of combat.
Quickly casting the Quen sign, Geralt sighed as he felt the familiar shield cover his body. He drew his crossbow and rushed forward, aiming at one of the fish-monster-men that was approaching the older man. Taking a deep breath, he aimed carefully and fired, his bolt lodging itself directly into the side of the creature's head. The monster, however, merely turned and angrily pointed its spear at Geralt, causing several of its kin to do the same, breaking off to attack him. "Damn, tougher than it looks." He cursed, drawing his silver sword and charging into the fray.
A pair of the monsters met him, jabbing spears as he dodged one and parried the other, sword coming around to slash at the attacker's scales. The blade cut lightly into its flesh, but the scaly skin of the creature proved to be more than enough to protect it from a more grievous wound. "Watch their skin! It's like armor!" He called out, once more avoiding an attack and this time driving his sword straight through the monster's gut, tearing it out to the side and exposing its innards. The fish-beast stumbled backwards, hate and anger in its eyes as it collapsed, only to be replaced by another pair of monsters, leaving Geralt outnumbered three to one.
Geralt of Rivia
Land of Adventure-> Deep Lake
Lvl 2 (3/20) -> Lvl 2 (4/20)
Word Count: 520 words
Geralt gave the Koopa King and his cronies a nod and a small wave as his goodbye, making sure they knew exactly what they needed to get for Mina. Wouldn't do for these new folks to ruin his good reputation, after all. He figured he'd be a bit more useful fighting actual monsters than hunting, however. It was his actual job, after all.
Linkle's pit stop to see her birds was actually somewhat endearing. Apparently she would have to get them back, though. He'd see if he couldn't pull some strings about that later, actually. No reason to keep a girl from her chickens.
While the group was going about the journey to the lake, Geralt decided to make sure he knew where everybody stood in terms of combat and teamwork. "All right you lot, before we actually get to the lake, I'd like to know how you fight. What you can do, how quick you can move, how well you can work together, all that. These fish-like monsters sound like Drowners, and they're a fierce fight. Known of plenty of folk who got caught by one and never came back. This is what I used to do back in my world on a daily basis. I'm a Witcher. We hunt monsters, protect folk for coin. I've got two swords. One silver, one steel. Silver's for monsters. Steel's for men and beasts." Pulling up his crossbow for a moment, he continued.
"Also have this hand crossbow. Don't let the size fool you, it's got the strength of a full-size crossbow. The draw weight is too strong for a normal human to handle. Which brings me to the next point. I'm not human. Not quite. Witchers...well, we're given mutagens to enhance our natural abilities. Gives us better reflexes, stronger, quicker bodies. We heal from injuries that would kill a normal man. Even have potions that can quicken the pace. I also have some poisons, as well as the know-how on how to make more. If I have the right ingredients, I can even make small bombs. Have a few of those on me as well. Grapeshot explodes into a bunch of metal pellets. Dimeritium stops the use of magic in a small area. That one's real useful for spectres and the like."
Taking a breath, Geralt shook his head. "Maybe a lot to take in. To keep it short, I'm stronger, tougher, and faster than your average man, and with the gear to boot. I can make all sorts of things to take down any monsters or beasts we come across, but only if I know what I'm dealing with. Unfortunately, a lot of the wildlife here is out of my experience, so I'll be comparing them to things I am used to dealing with. I can also track things by scent, so if we get lost, I can usually tell where we've been." A quick, appraising nod, and he finished. "That's the quick version. Any questions before we get ambushed by a bunch of fish people?"
Now was the perfect time to be ambushed by fish people.
Geralt will eventually end up fighting fishy bois, I believe was the plan.
Geralt of Rivia
Lumbridge
Lvl 2 (2/20) -> Lvl 2 (3/20)
Word Count: 465 words
Geralt watched Menat's fortune telling with interest. Sure, plenty of folks around here had their own grand, epic destinies to pursue, but it was always interesting to get even a glimpse of what that actually entailed. For him, it meant fighting and killing Eredin, King of the Wild Hunt, among other things. For others, it meant fighting other nigh-insurmountable foes, or building a country, or taking on an army, or some similar great task which clearly required a legendary hero, blessed by some god or cosmic force or what have you.
What a load of hogwash. Menat was very clear that even she didn't quite believe in destiny as some might tell you. Her fortunes were a guide to where your path would take you, not a definite marker of where you'd go or how your story would end. He was a perfect example: just as his epic tale ended, here he was, in some strange world, surrounded by strange people and this even stranger cycle of rebirth and replenishment that the world experienced.
He was actually somewhat relieved when Menat left, not that he had anything against her. He just wanted to get this job done, especially considering how the last one went. Thankfully, Mina was quick to tell them just what she needed, and her list was more useful than most offered him in the way of direction or assistance. Not needing to memorize half a dozen things to collect or hunt made his job a lot easier, frankly.
But Baurun? Ugh, of course it was. There was a reason he avoided the beasts since he'd arrived here. Annoying things, too much effort for the reward. Sure, they had some nice meat, but the damage they could do with that horn was immense. A single mistake would leave even him badly wounded. Taking the beast head-on was a pretty bad idea, which left the old-fashioned ways: either hit it with a good bolt and hope it was enough to kill or daze it long enough to land another shot...
Or swarm it with his newfound 'pack'. Hmm, given the size of 'King Koopa', that was a legitimate possibility. "Alright, Mina, you can count on us." Turning to the others, Geralt gave a nod. "I'll show you to the forest Mina here just mentioned. It's not overly far, but it's a bit of a trek, so if you have anything left worth doing, now's the time. If not, we can get there fairly easily."
And once they'd managed their preparations, their journey Eastward began. It wasn't long to the forest, and Geralt made sure his crossbow was cocked and ready as they reached the edge of the forest. '29 bolts. Oughtta be more than enough for some overgrown beasts, especially given the company.'
Geralt of Rivia
Lumbridge
Lvl 2 (0/20) -> Lvl 2 (2/20)
Word Count: 818 words
Geralt's eyebrow rose about as high as it could go when 'BOWSER, THE KOOPA KING' responded. Why was it that he always found himself working with the most....boisterous personalities? Cutting off that line of thought, he responded to the 'King' with a nod. "Aye. Know her a bit. Not overly friendly, mind, but I've done my share of supply runs for her. Bagged some deer and rabbit here and there. It's a living, and I get my choice of cut when I order there, no extra charge." Looking over the two so-called minions that Bowser had motioned to, Geralt gave an appraising look.
The girl looked like she would be more at home as an inn wench than a minion, but a closer inspection allowed him to spot a pattern he'd noticed in some of these 'Legendary Heroes': the hair, the ears, the clothes, the rustic look about her. Sure, she seemed a bit young, but those Four Sword boys were a damn sight younger than her, and they did some serious work when they went out. And it wasn't like he didn't notice how those ears tapered off. He suspected they had some kind of elf blood in them, giving them a bit of extra longevity and youthfulness to them. He smirked a bit when he saw her crossbows as well. Oh, this girl had taste. He could only wonder how the hell she reloaded those things, though....unless she had extra hands hiding somewhere.
Ignoring the thought, he turned his eye to the man with her. Internally, he was screaming. Every instinct in him told him that this man was trouble. He had an air about him that spoke to his lethality, and his thoughts were nearly inscrutable. Was he just a common bandit who'd gotten lucky once or twice, or was he more like a force of nature, something you simply couldn't fight?
It was like looking in a mirror, in a way. Somebody forced into a life of hardship, battle and struggle, only to become stronger for it. Again and again and again, killing and scavenging just to survive another day. He was sure that if he saw underneath that coat of his, there'd be plenty of scars to find. He wondered if the other man had ever been killed, idly, but dismissed the thought. How ridiculous would that be, two men who'd been as good as killed, only to come back later?
Finally, he gave this 'King Koopa' a good look. He hoped that 'Koopas', whatever they were, made him king because he was the biggest. If not, he did not what to encounter others of that kind. Man had to be at least a dozen feet tall, easily. The shell looked like it'd cut you for looking at it wrong, and each of those claws could probably punch a hole through his chain mail with a solid enough hit. The clothes were odd, but when you looked like that, it didn't really matter if your choice in clothing was fashionable or practical, was it? You just did what you wanted and anybody who argued with it got batted into a wall.
"So I could show you to her. Even pitch in on the job, if you'd like." Turning again to Linkle, Geralt shook his head. "He's not south, no. If we run into him, I'd be more surprised than you all would, I imagine." Best not to give too much information up, lest these folks be the sort to hunt down a 'rabid monster' at the first sign of life. He hated the sort. Always so quick to jump into action when there could be some glory or treasure involved, but just as quick to turn their heads and walk away as soon as things got a bit complicated. Skelligers were his favorite people for just that reason: they fought for plenty of reasons, coin and honor just being two.
The more he thought about it, the better this idea sounded: he could pick their brains about where they'd been, what they'd done, who'd they seen. And if he was lucky, he might get some information on Ciri or Yennefer. Meanwhile, he could try to squeeze in a bit of extra work, and...wait...he gave a sniff, and his nose wrinkled as his eyes widened. Oh. That's...that's going to come in handy.
His nose worked again. Actually, now that he looked around, things seemed...more serene. Calmer. Slower. His senses were coming back to him. Giving a test sniff, Geralt nodded. "Well, we're burning daylight now. Let's head over to Mina's, find out exactly what it is she needs." Gesturing to the exit of the Guild Hall, Geralt started to lead. "Shouldn't be too difficult to get what she needs. Just take some time, is all."
For once, things might have actually been going well. That was probably bad news.
Geralt of Rivia
Lumbridge
Lvl 1 (9/10) -> Lvl 2 (0/10)
Level up! New ability:
Word Count: 291
Geralt ducked a bit when Hat Kid jumped over him and his wonderful fans, his eyebrow cocking as he looked at the strange device she got onto and rode off on. "Huh...never seen anything like that." He was curious, to say the least, but he also had other things to take care of. Namely, giving his report and figuring out who to talk to among these new arrivals. He gently made his way through the thankfully smaller group of people that crowded him this time and continued on.
Making his way back to the Guild Hall, Geralt halted a bit when he saw the giant monster...person...thing?...it reminded him of something, but he wasn't sure what...that was talking to the Guildmaster, who always struck him as an odd one. It was his manner of speech that did it, mostly.
Shaking his head, Geralt looked at the giant turtle monster-person thing, the....somewhat...normal looking guy, and the Guildmarm, before clearing his throat and stepping forward. "Back from that job. Had a...chat, with the werewolf. He shouldn't be bothering people anymore. To be safe, though, I'd steer folks clear of that area. He's not too keen on visitors. Gave me an idea on how to solve the problem for good, though." Sighing, Geralt shook his head. "Didn't do the job, though, so...no point in asking for coin." He looked back to the two newcomers and nodded, wondering whether he should speak. Trolls tended to be a touchy bunch, and he wondered whether this big guy was the same.
Yes. That's what he reminded Geralt of- a spiky troll. Best not to mention that. He much preferred keeping his limbs where they were and his flesh un-boiled. "New to the place, eh? Name's Geralt."
Geralt of Rivia
Land of Adventure (Edge of World-> Lumbridge)
Lvl 1(8/10)-> Lvl 1 (9/10)
Word Count: 235 words
Geralt stepped out of the castle, somewhat disheartened by the experience. It wasn't a total loss, sure, but...well, now he'd need to come up with something to keep the folks back at the Guild from sending more people out here. Without Axii, it'd be a bit tough, though the sign also caused its own fair share of troubles.
Nonetheless, Geralt had managed to get himself the ingredients for a batch of basic Cursed Oil, not that it'd be much good against....most things other than werewolves. Come to think of it, cursed oil was practically werewolf oil. There weren't many cursed creatures in the Continent, and there were even less here in this Land of Adventure.
Shaking his head of the line of thought, Geralt made his way back to Lumbridge, ready to continue his search for anything that could give him an idea of just what the hell he'd gotten himself involved with in this crazy world, anyway.
As he approached the entrance to the town, his eyes widened and a tiny smile crossed his face: newcomers, and from the looks of it, there were a lot of them, almost all of them different species with some different sorts of technology. Maybe this would be where he'd get his answers. Surely they'd know something about what was going on.
But first he had to get past his....adoring fans. Again. Damn this place.
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