Skelligga my jigga

Reima was sitting on the balcony of Kaer Morhen overlooking the keep and the city below it. he'd been constantly training to master his aura so it wouldn't be like a volcano every time he ejaculated, though it was difficult reducing his internal body heat... Though he'd thought of a few solutions, his soul produced too much magic for his body, but maybe if he designed a rune cluster that forced the magic released from his body into a cooling spell, he might be able to slowly reduce his temperature... Even without the rune cluster he'd managed to reduce it by 20%, but that had caused him to release more magic than before, which was a problem.

Shaking his head he focussed his vision and looked down at the enclosure he'd built recently, it contained a colony of Acromentula which produced web that was harvested by the House Elves. The silk made from the material would create light clothing stronger than some metals, this had everyone wishing to get it woven into their clothes and armour, the robed Chaos Servants and Prospects alike. While the Prospects clothes were technically unbreakable, it was possible to edit them with a small amount of Essence. This allowed Reima, Risryn and the blacksmiths to upgrade some of their clothing to be suitable for the subversive missions they'd likely be put on.

With the Acromentula's out of the Painted World Reima felt that it would be wrong of him to only go that far, he released the herd of Thestrals and Unicorns into the nearby forest and had Iorveth's group keep an eye on them to watch what would happen.

As you'd think, most were amazed at the beautiful creatures even if some couldn't see the Threstrals. The herd itself was excited to roam around the magically potent land and to finally stretch their legs. Iorveth reported that the Herd didn't stray very far from the city, likely wishing to be closer to the source of the high levels of ambient magic.

Sif was almost like a sheep dog though, playfully chasing the Herd while Ciaran shouting for him to stop and come back, almost sounding like someone screaming "FENTON!"... Though it could just be Reima's imagination. One thing he found amusing though was the dog sleeping amongst the Herd as if he were one of them, a few young gold furred Unicorns playing with the gigantic Wolf's tail.

Reima was thankful for the House Elves, he couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to teach the Prospects, regular people or even Monsters how to take care of these Magical Animals, especially when a few of them are incredibly dangerous.

Even the House Elves were sometimes having difficulties dealing with the easier creatures like the Moke, a creature whose skin could be used to make something akin to a bag of holding.

Manus "SOU-" Reima telekinetically forced the staff back into his shadow and sighs.

Reima "Bro, shut up for a week and I'll go and absorb some souls." he growls.

Geralt walks onto the balcony with a neutral expression, "Hmm, talking to yourself Reima? Where did I go wrong all those years ago?" he asks sarcastically.

Reima "By training me, now I could kick your ass with my arms and legs tied, along with being blindfolded." he snarks.

Geralt shakes his head, "Yeah? Most people get by with hard work, you on the other hand do it with luck... Anyway, I'm not here beat you up... It's come."

Reima glances up at him, "What's come?"

Geralt "Hjalmar's letter." he states.

Reima "What'd it say?" he asks.

Geralt "Exactly what you'd think, come on, everyone's gathered in the War Room." he says and begins to walk to it, Reima getting up and quickly following.

They reach the War room which is chock full of people, almost everyone who isn't protecting the city is present. Sieglinde, Dusk, Keira, Yennefer, Zoltan, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir, Risryn, Talem, Kuretz, Quelaag, Quelana, Solaire, Priscilla, Asgore, Undyne, Ciri, Rhea and Anastacia.

Reima walks in with Geralt and sits in his usual seat, "What a party, almost everyone turned up." he jokes.

Kuretz "Well, you know us Reima, always itching for a fight."

Vesemir "Perhaps we should begin discussing the letter?" he suggests before the duo get off topic.

Ciri nods and stands, holding the let in question, "Right, Hjalmar is officially requesting our help, they've gotten word that the Nilfgaardian armada is heading for Skellige and are already preparing their own fleet."

Reima nods, "Well, first things first... Who wants to come?" he asks the room.

Zoltan scratches his beard, "Eh, I was thinkin' twas gonna be a brawl, not some ship to ship battle. Sorry be my skills lay elsewhere." he says, knowing that he'd be useless in such a situation.

Sieglinde nods, "I fear I may not be much help, it's unfortunate I can't help our allies."

Lambert chuckles, "Yeah, you'd sink to the bottom of the ocean like an onion-shaped rock."

Sieglinde frowns, "And your corpse would sink with my sword sticking from it's chest." she growls.

Geralt "Enough. Lambert, try not to be a prick until we're done." he sighs.

Reima looks to Rhea and Anastacia, "And you two?"

Anastacia shakes her head sadly, "I have duties to the church and am unable to come."

Rhea smiles, "I will gladly participate in the crusade against the black ones!"

...

Reima rubs his face, "Alright...

Keira, Asgore and Lambert excuse themselves aswell, all stating prior responsibilities as their reason, though only Asgore is believable.

Quelaag "I'd like to participate." she states, though most do not seem to agree.

Vesemir "As useful as I think you'd be, you would likely not be allowed on the Long boats..."

Quelaag frowns, "Is it because of how I look?" she asks sternly.

Reima shakes his head, "No... It's because your lower body is permanently on fire... Not something you'd want on a boat."

...

Quelaag "Oh." she sighs, getting up and leaving with a forlorn look.