Opportunity to choose

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• I hope that you will find everything, that you are searching for: witcher atmosphere, fight, sex.
• Few days ago I have finished my novel, so I decided to publish it in one part.
• The story takes place after the end of Witcher 1 Storyline

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The image of Old Wyzima was reflecting on the lake's surface and was reminding the burning village not so long time ago. Now, with the renovated palisade, it seemed at least acceptable from the outside. Geralt, looking out of the chamber window, preoccupied with his own thoughts, was disturbed by the Chancellor: "The King is waiting." Foltest sat at a massive table, immersed in a pile of scrolls. When he saw the witcher, he gestured toward the servant, who immediately grabbed the documents and walked out of the room with the guards. As soon as the door closed behind them, the king pointed to his chair just to his right. "You're still suprising me witcher," the king began his speech without courtesy. "Not only you did manage to get my daughter rid of the curse twice, now I owe you for saving my life. Geralt, what if You stayed in court for a while? "" Sir, in Wyzima, I will probably stay for some time, but please do not try to hire me as a mercenary. "Sure," he said, "thank you, that you'll stay for a while. Now, after Demawed's death, the concerns are justified. "Geralt rose and bowed slightly. The king answered with a nod. The witcher walked to the door. "Geralte?" "Yes, sir?" "Do you want the eight thousand orens for killing the Grandmaster?" "No, it was a personal matter," he said without hesitation. "I thought so."

Marigold walking along Geralt's side was unusually silent. "You are in a nice crap. Who else knows about the murderer? "" Besides me and Foltest, it's just Triss. "They walked through the gate to the Business Quarter, Geralt, listening to the sounds coming from nearby houses, was disturbed again. "Do you think it has anything to do with the murder of Demawend?" "Well, I really do not know. It is most likely, but it is still just speculation. "The witcher senses suddenly fainted as he heard the steps of a man carefully crouched behind them. The unknown moved quietly and swiftly along the houses in the shadow in which he tried to hide. They came to a luxury home in a small square. "Here we go. I have yet to get some inspiration for my new ballad, "the poet said, looking toward the house of Lady of the Night. Geralt sighed, "Goodbye my friend." He watched Marigold as the door of the house of dubious reputation closed behind him. The one who followed them was hiding around the corner of a house about twenty steps away. Now it was clear that his goal was not troubadour, but Geralt. A witcher, pretending that he has to relieve, show his back. Now the unknown had chance to attack. The medallion jerked strongly, pointing to a nasty assault. Geralt swung quickly for the hilt of the sword that stood over his right shoulder. At the last moment he bounced the blade aiming for his head. The opponent attacked him again, this time pointing to the waist level. The witcher blocked the strike, with his next move he kicked his legs, and then he put the blade to his throat. "Well, listen to me now," he began with a metal voice, " you'll tell me who and why sent you, or I'll start slowly cutting you, and I'll throw the pieces into the canal." "I ... I do not know, I got the job over the messenger in the pub" the man stuttered. The witcher bent closer, so lying man could see his face and his eyes. The face of that man was pale with fear.. "I'll give you a little more time to think about what you'll answer, you will not get the second chance." "I work for a middleman, Geas, I do not know his real name. The task was clear, kill, and quickly evaporate. Then I just know he was making a link between Azar and somebody else ... he gave him instructions. "" Get up, "the witcher changed his mind, giving away the blade of his sword. "When you should announce success?" "Three days," he sighed with relief. "Where?" "At his station, in the Temple Quarter, opposite the lazaret field." "Okay, now listen to me well. You will immediately leave Wyzima and if I find that you have joined with Geas again, I will find you and I am gonna kill you as a pig. Do you understand? "" Ye ... yes, thank you, sir. "" Good, and now you should run. "Geralt waited for a while and watched the man go quickly to the Maribor Gate. "And I did not even take elixirs," he smiled.

A woman with black raven hair stood on the hill, holding a straw-haircolored girl's hand. The girl noticed him, and her face turned toward him. Suddenly the sky was drawn. In the next moment the environment changed. The girl now stood on the blood-soaked stairs, holding the sword in her hand. The witcher looked at the other woman, whose eyes flashed violetly. He noticed just how she raised her hands with crippled fingers from which the gold beam sprang, and at the same time cried out the curse. Geralt woke up and sat down on the bed. The dream was repeating for the third time. After awakening he always felt he knew both of them, but he could not remember who are they. "Bad dreams?" Triss asked, sitting next to him on the bed and shaking his hair on his shoulder. Geralts eyes quickly adapted to the darkness that had prevailed in the room. The witches dress layed on the floor, exactly as they landed few hours ago when he stripped her. A half-full glass of wine stood near them on the bedside table. He feltTriss wet lips on his shoulder and touch of her breasts on his back. He turned carefully and stared at her brown eyes, then he gently kissed her. Triss sank slowly back into the warm bed, stroking her slightly, and she returned his touch. She gave him a kiss. He put his fingers in her beautiful chestnut hair. "Aaaa," Triss sighed. And then he no longer perceived it. The world had disappeared and only they have remained.

When it woke up in the morning, the sun was long time ago high in the sky. He ran down to the ground floor and ate breakfast. Then he carefully drew his sword out of his scabbard and tried the blade with his thumb. He did not want to go to the Temple Quarter before dawn.

The witcher sat on the bench beside the lazaret. Elixirs have just begun to work. Now he saw the objects in the darkest darkness. He heard the shriek of the cats, fighting about the government over the pile of rubbish. When he made sure that the sword can be easily pulled out form scabbard, he walked into the door across the street. Carefully he took the crank. The door was unlocked. From the inside he heard the voices of four people playing dice poker. He looked slowly into the room. There were four men in the middle of a large room. Knowing what will happen in a few moments, he passed through the narrow passage and stepped out of the shadows. "What the hell ..." did not finish the man at the head of the table, he was interrupted by the elf sitting at his right hand. "Fuck, witcher!" They all reached their hands under the table, pulling their weapons from there. One of them, almost felt. Geralt's eyes revealed that he was under a heavy dose of Fisstech. "Ah, hey, who is here," grinned the one who originally sat at the head of the table. "We'll be throwing you out with a ribbed belly in a minute," said the man, under the influence of the drug. "Weeell, guys, so we're gonna kick his mutated ass." The fight was short. The elf with the crossed artery was the first who felt to the ground. The others, stained by the blood of their companion, tried to escape from the fight. Vainly.Geralt walked to the door to the other side of the room, behind which the staircase led to the second floor. "Caedmil Vattghern" he was addressed by an elf sitting behind a massive table. "I was expecting you sooner, but as I can see, my unconventional messenger handled it. Well, I will not lie to you, I want to kill you, for what you have done to us "the elf revealed in the smile his tiny teeth. "Then why did not you send the assassins instead of the" invitations "or even better the arrow in the back? I could reject the invitation, but the arrow hardly. " Suppose I wanted to meet you and talk a little bit, "the elf said, putting his hands under his chin. "I was warned by superiors before you. You have to excuse me for not telling his true identity. Well let's say that despite the warning, I underestimated you. You've made it for us a bit difficult. " Us? "Geralt asked. "Why would you Aen Seidhe have a reason to work with the Order of the Roses?" "The Order was just a tool. They only provided us the means to conduct experiments. We just had to provide them a couple of crippled mutants. As you know, you already have the honor. " How many are there so-called good ones? "The witcher asked. "I said too much, I'd rather answer one question by you. How am I supposed to solve this situation? I failed my master and my only point is to bring your head to him. " What about this: you pull your pants, beat yourself with your belt, you promise to be good, then you sneak out somewhere, you find a nice sheelf and you'll live happily ever after, "Geralt smiled. "Well, I think this will not work out," Geas grinned. "We probably have to count on a traditional solution," he said, pulling a sword from the scabbard resting beside the table. "Are you not listening to the voice of reason?" Geralt asked, straining the belt by two-pinch. "Pity." The Elf quickly jump over the table. When he landed, he tried to hut Geralt under his belt. The witcher countered the attack slightly, and with the piruette he fled from another swing aiming at head this time. Then the witcher attacked through a short, economical cut. The sword ran into an oblique blockade. The elf stepped forward and stabbed from his knees. Geralt cleared his blade and grabbed Geas with a powerful cut across his chest. The attack was so strong that it had put him back on his feet just to be able to fall back on his knees. "I have to admit that the belt would probably be a better choice," he said, and buried his face in a dusty floor.

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