Elder Blood Witcher - 807 Returned

Reima couldn’t help but frown when he sees the assistance she’d given to this “Alaric” as they experimented with people. Reima reckoned he’d rather be skinned alive than have his eyes explode in their sockets, or his skeleton to grow so much that it pierced his own internal organs… Truly, Phillipa deserved to die for her role in all of this.

Nonetheless, her close contact with this person had allowed her access to the Elder’s “gossip”, mainly the fact that Vasile had been banished after touching something he definitely shouldn’t have. Reima was already privy to this however, forcing him to dig deeper for anything that may be useful.

Eventually, he found something… Phillipa had picked up a rather poorly constructed mental connection over in Kovir, the Vampires had requested her aid in putting such things up in order to prevent magic users from doing anything against them.

She soon learned the connection was between one of her old colleagues, Margarita and a novice mage. It seemed Phillipa wasn’t completely heartless, as she’d only given small bits of information to the Vampires in-order to keep them off her back. Not specifically stating that Margarita was involved.

Margarita’s attempt at escaping Lan Exeter was successful, something Phillipa was apparently happy about…

After compiling everything Phillipa knew about the situation, it was obvious to Reima what’d happened… It seemed Ciaran had escaped with Margarita and the unknowns who’d assisted them.

He stops the legilimency which allows Phillipa to drop to the floor, mentally exhausted and twitching due to the fact Reima had accidentally damaged some of her brain functions with his forceful retrieval of information.

He breathes a sigh of relief at the fact Ciaran was probably still alive, thinking up rewards he could possibly grant to Margarita for her help… Only problem now was, where to find the-

*Pop!*

Hinky “MASTER! Lady Ciarans has arrived with some strangers!”

…

Reima smirks and pats the Elf’s head, “I see, thanks for notifying me Hinky. Would you mind taking me to them?”

*Pop!*

The group had just arrived in Ichor after an arduous journey… Monsters were more numerous than before due to there not being any patrols to eliminate them. If Ciaran wasn’t with them there’d be no chance of actually getting through, Tildanird silver stakes weren’t long enough to pierce the vitals of any large creature like a Chort, Dythi had but a steel spear, Zudite, and Margarita didn’t specialize in combat spells either, both only knowing enough to defend themselves against human threats.

They were quickly ushered into the Two Gods Church and greeted by Anastacia, Reah, and the small number of scribes that’d been brought on to see if they could truly learn Miracles.

Anastacia cast a Miracle onto Etredi which seemed to bring her back to life, her pale skin becoming pink and lively, her infected leg wound expelling all the puss contained within before zipping itself up, leaving not even a scar.

Etredi “Ah, I’m healed! THANK YOU!” she exclaims, lunging forwards and hugging Anastacia who can’t help but blush in embarrassment.

Anastacia “Y-You’re welcome… I only cast a small spell-”

Zudite “Wow! What was that! Can you teach me!?!” he almost shouts, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.

Reah folds her arms and grins, “Only those completely loyal to our Lord are capable of such spells. You’d first have to pledge your life to our God King before we’d even consider it.”

Margarita looks in wonder at Etredi’s leg, most Sorceresses could use healing spells, but even they wouldn’t be able to achieve the results she’d just seen before her… It made her thankful that she had no talent in the healing arts, these people would make any effort she put towards it feel utterly wasted.

Dythi “God?” he mutters, hoping this wasn’t like an extension of the Eternal Fire… A religion he thoroughly despised.

*Pop!*

“That’d be me.” a voice says from behind the group, causing them all to jump in surprise. They turn and see a man with almost sparkling long silver hair, a faint scar on his right cheek extending to his right ear, and clad in dark, bloody armour…

Reah “My lord! You’ve come to visit us!” she happily chirps, ignoring the plebians and skipping up to him. “Is there something I can do to assist you?”

Reima sighs, “No, I’ve just come to talk to Ciaran.” he says, looking at her.

Ciaran immediately drops to a knee to kneel before Reima, shocking the others present who’d never seen her act even slightly subservient… “I apologize for my absence, it was out of my control but I will receive any punishment you wish to give me.”

Reima frowns down at her, grabbing her shoulder and forcibly standing her up, confusing her…

Ciaran clenches her teeth and prepares herself for whatever punishment she was about to receive, closing her eyes as Reima steps in closer… Only to feel his arms wrap around her in a hug.

Reima “I’m glad you’re okay Ciaran. I’ve been searching all over for you, from here to Kovir to Novigrad… seems like I didn’t have to worry though.” he says in a sincere tone.

Ciaran slowly nods, not really knowing how to respond… “Sorry for trouble I’ve caused, it won’t happen again.”

Reima lets go and grins, “Of course it won’t, if those bastards try this again I’ll throw them into the sun.” he says, the others not being able to tell if he’s joking or not.