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Elder Blood Witcher

Most people who die and are confronted with a godlike being like to take the easy route... Not this guy. I have been sitting on this concept for a while and want to see if I can write it, starting with the Witcher then the game Absolver and then onto Darksouls 1. Don't rely on there being consistent updates because its unlikely... If you want to support my work or tip me enough to buy a drink please go here >https://www.p.atreon.com/Nagross Also, if you wanna join my Discord, here's the link : https://discord.gg/mG4vG5SUbF My next work, a Fallout Newvegas Fanfic : https://www.webnovel.com/book/steel-waste_18419577106748205 I don't own the cover art and have no idea who does, so don't sue me I guess? I also don't own, the Witcher, Absolver, DarkSouls or any other games, anime, books or movies written about.

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Eccentric Trio

With Dandelion and Priscilla now joining them on their date, Quelaag heaved a large sigh and downed her Whisky, immediately ordering another one while feeling sorry for herself.

Reima wasn't really aware why she was now drinking so heavily, being someone who, when he could, drank more than any other being alive. Instead he enjoyed the night with the increasingly clinging Quelaag, Dandelion and Priscilla.

It was around 4am when Sans decided to finally end the night, having Reima polish the top of his skull was apparently the last straw... Dandelion and Priscilla were led back into their hotel room while Reima picked up the "Hot and Heavy" Quelaag... Though, in this instance she was literally hot and heavy, the flames on her lower body accidentally lighting things on fire due to her drunken state.

He teleported back to her stone apartment just outside of Kaer Morhen and placed her on the large bed. Her slurring and asking him to join her, obviously, he wasn't a creep and decided she was too drunk to decide something like that... That and he literally had no idea how they'd actually "Get it on".

Once that was done he blinked back the balcony and began meditating again, deciding that he'd rather be productive and improve his skills than sleep.

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The next morning Reima is awoken by an angry shout, Lambert walking onto the Balcony holding a black bunny in one hand by it's ears.

Lambert "Reima, this one has been scratching everyone's doors since sunrise, some of us have had a long night so please, TAKE CARE OF IT!" he exclaims, dropping the bunny to the floor, it transforming into Nerissa before she lands on the ground.

Nerissa sends a dirty look to Lambert while rubbing her ears, eventually looking at Reima. "Hungry."

Reima grins, "What's this I hear about you scratching on peoples doors like a homeless house cat?"

Nerissa shrugs, "Couldn't find you." she says simply.

Reima nods, retrieves a goblet before filling it with blood. Nerissa grabs it out of the air as he telekinetically floats it towards her and plops herself down on his lap, looking up at his chin between sips.

Reima "Something up?" he asks, her being more clingy than usual.

Nerissa slowly nods, "...Lonely."

Reima's brows raise, "I thought you were hanging out with Priscilla?"

Nerissa "Can't find." she mutters.

Reima scratches his face, "Must be training her invisibility or something then... What about Ciri? Surely she's free?"

Nerissa shakes her head, "Training."

Reima "Hmm, you not tried making friends with anyone else?" he grins, "How about Grandpa Geralt?"

Nerissa "Scary." she says, remembering trying to approach the White Wolf but getting cold feet when their eyes met.

Reima chuckles at this, "Yeah, I can see that... Well, I haven't got anything else to do today, how about we go looking for trouble in the forests? Soon enough there'll be monsters flooding from the Dragon Mountains towards the city, might as well get a headstart at clearing them out." he says, the young Vampiress nodding with a smile wide enough to show her fangs.

Reima puts the girl on his shoulders and teleports to the outskirts of the Dragon Mountains after leaving a note on the balcony.

It was around sunset when they finally returned, Nerissa covered in disgusting smelling monster blood with a huge satisfied smile on her face. Reima casts a scourgify on her to clean the muck off and pats her on the head, "Fun?"

Nerissa nods, "Fun."

Reima smiles, "Just remember that if you ever feel lonely that you can come and find me, even then most people in Kaer Morhen, or even Ichor would be happy to spend time with you, you just gotta make the first move." he says gently to the Vampiress who's got a satisfied expression as he rubs her head.

She nods and he sits down to meditate for the night, her sitting on his lap and beginning to sleep in her rabbit form.

Reima "Sleep well Snuffles."

The next day Reima was waiting in-front of the smithy with Snuffles sitting on his shoulders, waiting for Geralt to arrive.

He taps his foot and strikes the rabbits head with a bored expression, "You'd think a Witcher would be on time to receive some swords he's getting for free." he jokes.

Geralt "Hmm, as Dandelion always says, "It's fashionable to be late.", consider it payback for making me wait ten years before you came back." he says, walking beside Reima out of nowhere.

Reima "I'm guessing you met Dandelion yesterday huh?"

Geralt nods, "Yeah, apparently he can't wait for you to build him his business." he says with crossed arms.

Reima shrugs, almost knocking off Snuffles from his shoulders, "I'll makesure to get the House Elves started on it... He said he wanted a cabaret but I'm thinking more of an Amphitheater kind of thing?"

Geralt "Hmm, whatever you give him he'll be happy about it." he says, walking into the smithy.

Reima follows after him and they both are greeted with the sight of Andre carving symbols into a round pommel, Vamos performing a ritual with the Chaos Ember and Coaugh wrapping some kind of leather around a handle.

Geralt "Greetings, are the weapons complete?" he asks drawing all of their attention.

Andre "Huh, oh-ah! Geralt, Reima, yeah we're just finishin' the final touches. We've gotten a bit artsy with them at the big guys request, but I feel we've done a good job." he says, speeding up his carving, long strings of steel coming away from it as if he were a carpenter working on wood.

Vamos "He ain't lyin', You lot are gonna love these!"

Geralt and Reima look at each other, wondering what they were so proud to present to them.

Is it racist to call them blacksmiths? I assume it's because of soot, but even then doesn't that count as Black-face? We should start protesting outside anywhere that shapes, makes or breaks metal!

As always, if I missed anything please let me know.

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