Of Monsters and Men

Olivia's pov:



With Aaron leaving to do some unnecessary task because he agreed to and this old man still being rude there was not much to go for. Aaron, she was hoping to ask him if she could come along and met his sister. The way he talked about her she was sure she would like her What was she like? Aaron said something about her being older by four years or something like that which would but her at the same age as her. That was when the old man told Aaron his room was still there. Then he proceeded to yell at the mage who was saying he was doing something wrong. That when the old man started talking to her. She did not feel like explaining herself to some Witcher so she walked away. It was probably for the best anyways. What was the old Wither's name? 'V' something Veelv, no vesla, no, Veceslav that was it. She man need to learn some respect and some manners. Whoever taught this man manners need some major help as did Veceslav. She remembered that over the years she had seen him walk the halls. She then started playing with her hair not knowing what to do. That was when Derrick said it was indeed him. Apparently he had gone on adventure and was able to get some money from it. That was good for him. That was when Derrick left her standing by herself. She watch him go over to Veceslav to talk to him. She became said, after all these years and still she did not fit in. Was it because she was a girl? Was it because she could beat and boy at anything. When she was training as a Witcher she was the best in her class and no one could come near her scores. She had something that that did not and that was that she was simply that good and lucky. It would have been nice to catch up with the man after all these years of not seeing each other. What has he been doing all these years? She looked over to where Derrick was standing. There was on question that she wanted to ask him. If anyone knew the answer it would be him. She just stood there playing with her hair.

 

So the old man was a drunk as well, explains why the first thing he considered efficient was to break into the house. There may not have been so many alternatives that he could've done that wouldn't have ended with him breaking into the house, but one doesn't know the results of an action until they actually try. As for the remark about making friends, that didn't bother him at all. Kruez stopped caring about making friends a long time ago.

Kruez silently watched as Evander had started to heal the girl in the bed. It indeed looked like nothing was happening, but being a mage himself he knew that things weren't always what they appeared to be. In fact his magic was a fairly good example of things not being what they appeared to be. The white hair mage noticed the glint in Evander's eyes as he walked by, but said nothing about it for it was likely none of his business.

"I suppose you haven't seen that much of a woman before, have you?"

The woman in the bed was now speaking to him. Her questioned was followed by a weak chuckle. "No I have not." Despite this truth, Kruez's face remained void of any noticeable expression. It was quite rare for him to even crack a smile, let alone show emotions on his face. "I'm Kruez." He wasn't sure what to say when she thanked him for coming, especially since he didn't really do anything. It had appeared that Tatiana was going to get some rest. Kruez took that as his cue to leave her be and head back into the room Veera was in.

 

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Veera stiffened as Evander admonished her for using Swallow on Tatiana. "You think I wished this pain upon the girl? I had no other allies, and unless I wanted her to bleed to death, I was out of options!" She snapped, before pressing her hands to her temples to ward off the impending headache. "I mean to take her to Kaer Morhen. There is a man there, a mentor and a friend. He will keep her safe, and help me track down the monster that did this. And I hope, that he will help me take care of the rest." She was sick of watching people get hurt because of something so foolish as a bestial nature.

"They're animals, and they deserve to burn." She dropped her hands and opened her yellow eyes, glaring first at Evander, then at Kruez as he entered. "So will you help me or not? I need the rest of the witchers gathered and brought there. Veceslav might be able to tell me where they are. Or were last heard from."

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Bryce sighed, stopping for a moment to lift Zack back onto his shoulders before continuing. "You know, if you didn't continue such destructive behavior, you might not have to consider giving yourself up." As they neared the end of the tunnel, the light of the lamps shining the way, he glanced at Seth. "Welcome to your home, however temporary you may consider it to be."

The tunnel ended on the edge of the town. Built in an underground cavern, dopplers bustled to and fro, coming in and out of the multiple entrances that led to the city of Oxenfurt above. It wasn't much, but he was proud of his accomplishment, of the hard work of all of his people that had gone into making a safe place. Sure the air smelled a little foul, and sometimes it got a little too close for comfort, but all in all, it wasn't bad.

 

Veceslav Furst, Kaer Morhen

The girl didn't feel like stepping out of line again, if he recalled correctly she had been good, real good in her training, but that alone wouldn't get herself in The Crow's book. Even the best of the class could fall to miscalculation and mistakes costing them their heads. Training was one thing, field experience was another. He himself had atleast sixty years to his name, countless contracts even requests directly from the Kings for his services. It was then that Derrick returned asking him how he was doing. Veceslav looked at him, straight in the eyes, knowing what had made him see Olivia as a peasant instead of a full fledged witcher. His face spoke volumes and he didn't need to waste words. This lad really needed to quit using axii on him. "Derrick, you ploughing idiot, how many times am I going to have to punish you until you learn not to use that blasted sign on me, you know how much I hate you pulling that ****. As punishment for your little prank you are going over the Gauntlet Twenty times and you are going to give me a written explanation of all the reasons why I am getting sick and tired of your ****, Derrick. Furthermore, find Aaron, tell him he doesn't have to do his Gauntlet runs anymore, I do however still want to get the rules across to him." Veceslav said in annoyance as to what the man had done to him, he should probably try and work on his little side project some more and if that turned out to be fruitless, he could always break Derrick's hand if he continued pulling that ****. He then turned to Olivia "I apologise for not recognising you as the full fledged witcher that you are, Derrick thought it funny to cast Axii on me to make me forget." He then walked out "Now if you'll excuse me, I have different matters to attend to..." He left for the laboratory to try and make some progress on his little project.

 

Zach shrugged his shoulders as Teliana asked him about his preference of the location that the potion would be made. "Doesn't bother me either way. How about my place? That way, whatever effect the potion has on me at least happens in an environment I'm comfortable with" he suggested. Truth be told, his mind wasn't functioning at an amazing level after seeing both Teliana being frightened and the murder attempt on her, or at least what he assumed was a murder attempt. He didn't remember exactly what the potion was, but he'd talked with the mage enough times to have at least a little trust in her.


Yana smiled at Annabelle's obedience. She was such a good little minion, and the fact she always referred to her as 'your greatness' was one of few reasons that the psychotic witch hadn't attempted to burn her to ashes. "Bet'cha wondering why we're here and not back at the camp. I figured I'd stop and say hi to my sister, give me a minute" Yana stated as she skipped away a short distance. Inside the cave they'd just been in had been where Yana's sister had been cornered and murdered some time ago, but the gravestone itself was not inside. As she got closer, not particularly caring if Annabelle was following or not, her skipping and grin gradually lessened, until eventually the girl had an incredibly serious look on her face and showed it in her movements.

The gravestone had more words than most would have on them. It read "Here lies Hope Aegrum. She was the first to fall, and the last one to be accidental. I will burn them all. Every one of them". This was the message etched on there in messy scratches. It was by no means a perfect grave, but given an eight year old had made the grave, it was impressive. Hope was the one person whom Yana would never, ever revive. Not after the way she'd died. While Yana had been confronted over it, she'd never admitted it to the townspeople. They had found Hope's charred body and gone after her, and rather than apologize as her sister would, Yana had embraced the psycopath within and claimed it was completely intentional. It hadn't been.

Taking one more look at the grave, Yana hurled a fireball at a bird that had just landed on it, causing the creature to explode into black flames before falling over, dead. The tips of the girl's mouth curving into a small smile before she spun around and coughed. "MINION" she barked, before chuckling a little. Having an apprentice was fun, why didn't more people do it? She pointed at the ground before her. "Portal. Make. Go. If ya make it properly, I'll make your medicine and I'll give you a day where you can do whatever you like, doesn't that sound fun?" she asked, almost rhetorically.


Well, Callum knew one thing about Tessa; she wasn't very good at assuming things. She'd said she could tell he was sorry, and if that were true then she was exceptionally good at reading people, given Callum most certainly did not feel sorry for the deaths of her parents. He was standing there covered in dried blood, looking extremely unamused. Did he look sorry? However, telling her that wouldn't really change anything. He had to admit, the Witcher felt a little curious about why he wasn't allowed to follow Seth, Zack and Bryce. Maybe if Tessa thought he was a nice Witcher and sympathetic she'd let him in. Not likely, but what else did he have to do? Go back to drinking when it had little to no effect on him? "My name's Callum, how about yours?" he asked, already detesting the idea of casual conversation.​

 

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Teliana offered a smile before turning in the direction of Zach's house. It took her a moment longer to get her legs moving again. Her mind was resisting the state of shock her body desperately craved, but she couldn't give in yet. She had to finish this first, then she could break down into a sobbing mass of female hormones.

She smiled at the state of his home, what she considered a pure signpost of male slovenlyness. Perhaps she was overly critical, but she didn't speak a word as she placed the basket on his dining room table, in between dishes and a stray project here and there. "I warn you, this probably won't taste good." She said as she pulled the plants from the basket, along with her mortar and pestle, safely nestled in the bottom. As she began to grind the plants into a paste, she hummed to herself, letting her mind shut away what had happened earlier in a cloud of denial.

"If you start feeling like it's going to happen soon, let me know." she interrupted her song softly. She had seen Zach change once, and once had been far frightening enough. Without the potion anyway. "It should calm you down. You'll still have to change, it's too late to reverse that, but you should be able to recognize people from prey."

Or so she hoped. It wasn't like she had a line of test subjects just waiting to help her.

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"Tessa. And you could use a bath." She wrinkled her nose, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't go with them." She interjected, following Callum's line of sight. To be honest, his eyes kind of freaked her out at the same time as they intrigued her. What could do that to a person?
"You're not one of us." At this she sighed. "I wish we didn't have sides. Everyone just gets hurt, and innocent people get killed." She turned, and started off in the direction of a bathhouse. "If you don't come with me, you won't know what they're hiding down there." She teased. And I want to know if you can catch me. "Tell you what. You beat me to that," she pointed to a particular wooden rooftop, painted green. "And I'll tell you where they're going. Not how to get in, not where it is, but what it is. And if I beat you..." Her eyes turned determined. "You have to take me out of this city."

Good thing Bryce still thought she was a stupid teenager.

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Bryce glanced at Zack as he began to wake up from his minutes long stupor. "Alright, Seth. Let's get some food and sleep in you, then we can talk about your future." If that was something he even wanted. Glancing at Seth, it was clear something was troubling the young man. Ah well.

Bryce led the way to a small wooden building. "The tab is on me. But only enough for a meal and a room. You can pay me back by dropping Zack here, off in one of the beds. Sound like a deal?" He really hoped it did. His back was beginning to hurt from carrying the other man, and he needed to check on his....things.

 

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"What an interesting establishment" Vyle stated as he suddenly reappeared into existence next to Teliana. He was casually leaning against a wall, arms folded, and gazing about the room disinterestedly "Do not be scared, if I wanted to kill you I could have done so many times already, I simply desire to talk to you" Vyle stated calmly, he hoped the woman wouldn't start screaming. She did have a male acquaintance, who Vyle assumed was a werewolf based on what she said about people and prey and what she was doing for him "You're one of the only people to see me, know what I am, and not either run away screaming or call me a monster, you handled the situation expertly. I know we only just met and in such extraordinary circumstances, but you can trust me, can I trust you?"

An orphanage owner? Really? Willow wondered what a harmless orphanage matron could have possibly done to get them killed? Obviously this "Terra Mace" was not as harmless as she seemed. So what did Willow know? Mrs Mace was a widow who had run the orphanage with her husband before he died. The contact refused to explain anything else about the woman's past, except the fact she was a mage. Willow didn't ask questions either, she worked with discretion. Eventually Willow made her way into Oxenfurt, hmm, she thought of ways to infiltrate the building. Sometimes the most simple approach was, however, the best. Stopping in a secluded alley Willow transformed herself into a young girl, about fourteen. She already had a small stature so it was quite a convincing disguise. But how to make the costume more complete? She ruffled her clothes and hair and rolled around in the dirt for a moment. faking some tears she decided she looked just as intended. With an incredible skill in acting she changed her whole manner to seem beaten down and depressed, she walked dragging her feet and looking exhausted. Perfect. It wasn't far to the orphanage, as she approached she looked up at the door mournfully. She had to keep the disguise up at all times, who knew what powers this woman possessed? Knocking weakly she cried out for help. "Please... please... let me in!"

 

Olivia's pov:



She stood by playing with her hair when she watched Derrick return and talk to Veceslav. She wondered if he had found the mage he was sent to look for. Mages were a tricky bunch. They always being able to disappear at a moments notice. Veceslav then said to Derrick, 'Derrick, you ploughing idiot, how many times am I going to have to punish you until you learn not to use that blasted sign on me' Axii if Derrick did indeed use the spell as Veceslav had said he was rather good at using it without being noticed. He then gave Derrick punishment of running the Gauntlet Twenty times. Her owner was kicking himself for being so stupid and felt that this was all his fault and should be punished for it not some role play character named Derrick. Her owner would never forgive himself for being so stupid and could not handle some taking the blame for her owners being stupid. That was when Veceslav came over and apologized for not recognizing her as the full fledged Witcher that she is. This surprised her at first, but her owner did not think that she deserved it. That was when Veceslav said that Derrick thought it funny to cast Axii on me to make me forget. That was not true it was her owner's stupid fault for not telling such a thing in the first place. She Watched Veceslav left leaving her to just stand there. Veceslav said he had something else to do. She wondered what it could be, but then decided that for now it did not matter that much. She just stood there not knowing what to do. She would just continue to play with her hair for now.

Ava's pov:



Novigrd was now a distant memory. Now all she had to do was find this small village and destroy it. Then she would take the gold and money she could find and move onto the next one. It should take all that long. When she was in Novigrd she told several people to met her at the village with the goods. All they had to do was sit it up, blow it up, burn it to the ground and move on. The village was not far now and it was getting dark and so the likely hood of being spotted was less.

 

Yana frowned slightly as Annabelle came to the realization that she couldn't make the portals. Well, now Yana had to actually do things and that was far too much effort. Still, she supposed Annabelle had tried...and no doubt the next training exercise was going to push her to her limits. If she was pushed too far maybe she'd die of exhaustion, and though Yana could re-animate her, that too took effort. So she made a decision there and then. "Well, at least you tried. This is how you do it" the young witch said, holding out her hand and opening a portal that lead back to the camp. "Once we're back at the camp, you're free as a birdie for 24 hours. Not a minute more or less, okie? I've got things to do, people to explode, so you can do whatever you want until then" she announced, before stepping through the portal.

Of course, the potion that was meant to ease the transformation. Or at least, make it easier for others and safer. He grinned slightly. "Sounds good to me" he said simply. He took a seat on the couch, though he did sit exactly as a dog would, as he watched Teliana carefully making the potion. He couldn't feel The Change coming on at that time, but it always hit without warning. He had the glowing moon in the sky as a warning to him when it was full, but if he was inside there was really no way to tell, and the entire process was usually over in about five minutes. Was tonight supposed to be a full moon? He couldn't remember, but he hoped that if and when he did change, Teliana was nowhere nearby.

He nearly fell off of the seat when a man dressed a little formally with pale white skin and...oh he was a vampire. Fangs, gotta love them. Zach became thankful that once again he hadn't changed, and he began praying it didn't happen anytime soon. He had a strong dislike for vampires without being transformed, but when the moon rose it only intensified. Despite his wishes, a low growl could be heard emanating from the young werewolf as he stood up. "Not a clue who you are, but you need to leave, and you need to leave now" he said. The vampire had been there for about a whole two minutes and already Zach was finding it hard to tolerate him, and he hadn't really even done anything! Vampires sucked.


Callum lazily raised an eyebrow as Tessa spoke to him about sides and how she wished they weren't there. While Callum was a Witcher and he did have obligations, he was more of a neutral force really, not caring one way or another. His attention focused entirely on Tessa when she mentioned the wager, however. Not how to get in, not where it is, but what it is. That was a start, and chances were he could ask around and get information on it if he knew exactly what it is. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal" the Witcher said. He then had an idea, why not make it more interesting? "If I beat you, you tell me what it is and where it is. I don't need to know how to get in, because I have no intention of going inside, but these things are important to know. However, if by some miracle you manage to beat me, well..." he started, before pausing. What could he offer? He had the money on him, but he doubted that would suffice, and other than that what did he have? His swords? He didn't even really have a home, he just roamed around. Another idea sparked within him as an ever-so-slight smirk appeared on his face.

"If you manage to beat me, you will get three lives. Name any three people, anybody at all, and they will either have their lives ended or have done with them as you specify. On top of that, I'll get talking to other Witchers and see if we can't make some progress on this resolution of a war. Do we have a deal?" the Witcher asked, holding out his hand. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

Matthias Strowl was a little bloody on his face and upper torso, but not a drop of it was his own. He was streetfighting just outside of Vizima, surrounded by a ring of males as the fight between Matthias and his victim continued. The guy had initially had an air of confidence, but a couple of solid strikes from the werewolf had seen that vanishing immediately. As the man swung out desperately and clumsily with his fist, but Matthias just ducked underneath it and struck with a savage uppercut to the man's jaw, knocking him out cold. With the fight over, Matthias walked out of the ring of people, pushing through them as he waited for the next one to begin.​

 

Evander only half-listened to what Veera had to say, only taking note of the destination she wanted to go to and her obvious hate for dopplers and other such creatures. As for her plan to gather all the Witchers, it didn't really interest or concern him. He would get her, and more importantly to him Tatiana, to Kaer Morhen, and then wash his hands of the matter.
The thought of Witcher fortress brought make a mix of memories. “Ah, Kaer Morhen,” Evander sighed, and then frowned slightly. “Last time I was there, I had to break through the walls to get to a pesky Witcher who had gotten herself mixed up in something way over her head.” He glanced over at Veera. “This was a long time ago, of course, but some of your old timers might still hold some grudges. I'm going to need your word that they won't lop my head off.”

Suddenly he clapped, and started moving his shoulders back and forth to warm up. “Alright, I'm as sober as I'll ever be, so lets get this portal up and running.”
Evander walked over to a wall, and stared at it intently for a few moments. “Mmm, I suppose this will do,” he muttered to himself, backing off a few steps and looking over his shoulder at the others. “One of you go get Tatiana, I'd much rather not have to keep this thing open for too long.” As he said this, he waved his hand casually towards the wall, and all of a sudden a swirling green portal burst out of it, sucking in the air of the room towards it, tugging at the lighter items littered around the room. Evander brushed aside some hair that was blown into his face, and looked at the others expectantly. “I'm dying for a drink,” he added, more to himself than anyone else.

 

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Veera frowned. "Some walls, hm?" She asked, mostly to herself before turning to get Tatiana, gently shouldering past Kruez. She knelt down next to the girl, who seemed to be struggling to stay awake. "Hi." Veera said, in a soft voice. "We're going to go now, someplace safe. I need you to help me get you dressed, we can't just have you running everywhere half naked, can we?" She managed to add a smile to the sentence, but in reality, she was nervous, ad a pit of anxiety whirled in her stomach. "So up we go, to get some clothes and get out of here." She half hoisted Tatiana out of the bed, helping her to sit up before leaning her against the wall that bed was placed against. "And if what you said was true, you might be seeing your brother soon."

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Teliana had started to laugh when Zach sat down, his dog, or rather wolf like idiosyncrasies somewhat endearing. The laughter died in her throat as the vampire suddenly appeared next to her. She felt her heart begin to race, and with adrenaline crashing through her system, it made it very very hard not to scream and run. No, she was Teliana the Crimson, and she would be dammned if she ran because she was a little scared.

Zach, off to her other side, began to growl, and as she turned her back to the High Vampire behind her, (something you should never ever do, if you were wondering), she put her hands out in a placating gesture, keeping her voice low, and calm. "Zach, it's okay. Just breathe." She thought she saw his skin ripple, but when he shifted again, it was just the play of the light from the window. "Zach, remember who you are."

If anything started between the werewolf and the vampire, her chances of survival without serious injury would be slim, at best. "I think perhaps we should talk outside." She said over her shoulder, uncertain who to keep her gaze on. In one hand, she needed to know if the extra stress would shove the change onto Zach. On the other hand, Vyle's motives were uncertain, but she had no desire to become a meal today.

Glancing at the mortor and pestle, the plants had been crushed. It would be even less tasty then a potion, but if he had to, Zach could eat the paste with his fingers.

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Tessa started as Callum changed the arrangement. She hadn't expected the witcher to agree, honestly. Where it is.....She started to shake her head, then stopped. Oh. OH. "I accept." She said with a sly smile, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I hope you're a good lawyer." It would have been funny, to consider she made a bet with a witcher to argue for the good of her kind. But she didn't have time for laughter. "Ready?"

She gave time for him to answer, then grinned, crouching low. "Go!" And took off, down a side alley. At least she had little to lose, if she really didn't make it before him. Had a doppler beat a witcher before? Ah well, first try for everything.

Oh shit, was he following her? The thought spurred her on faster, ducking around corners and dodging people as if she was running for her life.

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Zack remained passed out on the bed, and if he knew what was good for him, he would stay that way.

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"With that attitude, you won't have a future." Bryce rubbed his chin, feeling the day old stubble beginning to protrude from his skin. "You could get a job here, or something respectable in Oxenfurt, after the hunt for you has died down. I'm sure Tessa could use help with her tavern. She runs the thing by herself most days." Which was why he argued that she had to be taught to defend herself. Most nights he would place one or two of their people, or hire humans to serve as body guards, but the fact remained she was a small girl in a large area with a lot of drunken men. Bryce sighed, and dropped his hand. "Seth, you have to choose whether you want to change your life. You don't have to choose now, and you're welcome to stay, but you won't be able to keep making the wrong decisions forever. It'll catch up with you."

Bryce was a big believer in karma, and the way he saw it, Seth had a lot coming. It worried him, to see the younger man so uncaring about his fate.
"I"ll send some of my spies out, and see if I can find out how big the search for you is. Perhaps it won't be so bad." He gently clasped Seth on the shoulder. "I've got business to take care of, but stay, have a few drinks. Please don't end up like Zack. Think about it." He emphasized, before heading outside of the inn and down the street. It didn't occur to him that Tessa had not yet returned.

 

Derrick laughed as Veceslav finally figured out what was going on. He didn't take it in any better humour of course, but that was nothing new was it?
"Heh, you noticed quicker than last time. I'm not doing anything wrong, just a bit of extra training for me and you." Derrick laughed, not even trying to be convincing. It was however, true, but still. He was doing it primarily to screw with the old man and he admitted to himself, to show off a bit. "But if it'll make you feel better Vec, I'll run it. And don't worry, I'll fetch the new kid." Derrick turned around to glance at Olivia quickly.
"Be right back!" With that, Derrick sprinted off towards the Gauntlet. It was more time consuming than difficult, he felt. Twenty times would take a while and frankly he just didn't want to do it. Unfortunately. he didn't exactly have much of a choice otherwise he was going to find himself put through the ringer against the hold man and that wouldn't be pleasant. Despite the nickname, Veceslav had the bite to back up his bark. He knew that personally from another time he'd pulled the same trick. It didn't take long for him to arrive and find Aaron starting another run. He considered not telling him about not having to do it, but Aaron was new and he wasn't that much of an *******. Well, he was. But that was another matter entirely.
"Hey, new kid! Don't let me stop you doing another run if you want but the old man wants you!" Derrick called. He took a leaf out of the other guy's book and took off his armour and shirt, leaving him with his trousers, boots and gloves. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. "Guess who's turn it is? I've gotta run twenty of these things. Turns out, Vec hates it when you Axii him." Derrick chuckled and began his run of The Gauntlet. Just as he remembered - It was a pain in the ass. ​

 

Kruez watched as Evander opened up a portal. So this was the portal in question. It was impressive given that this was his first time seeing something like this. It actually had him wonder if he could do the same thing himself. Kruez had never truly taken the time to further explore his magic other than the first few pages of his father's notes. That however is a story for another time, for Kruez walked through the portal shortly after Veera and Tatiana.

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In the streets of Oxenfurt, Zephyr walked casually down them. Well as casually as he could. It had been a quite some time since he'd last eaten anything, thus he was feeling quite hungry. Normally in this situation he'd just find an odd job in order to make a quick buck. Unfortunately he'd already gone through all of the money from his last job. Thus his current situation.

Fortunately Zephyr wasn't in dire need of food, dire meaning that his life would be severely hindered without it. That said, he would much like to find a place to get something to eat soon. Continuing down the street he eventually noticed a building in the distance. A fairly big building in fact. Maybe he could find a job there to do. Zephyr slightly hastened his pace as he moved closer to the building. The closer he got building, he noticed that it was an orphanage. Not that that realization affected anything at this point. One he had gotten to the door, he lifted up his hand and knocked on it.

 

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Veera stepped through the portal, feeling sick to her stomach but managing to keep her insides within her body as she looked around for a moment, assessing her surroundings. The smell of musty books and the dust in the air told her one thing; they had appeared in the library. She held Tatiana up and stepped aside so that Kruez, and Evander, if he chose, could step through. "If you're going to be sick, give me ample time to get you a pot. Or a balcony." Hopefully no one would be standing below.

She sighed, and squared her shoulders as Kruez walked through, yellow eyes narrowed but determined. "Welcome to Kaer Morhen. My home."

 

Darick pov:

He was sitting around doing nothing perhaps he would open a portal and travel somewhere or go out and talk to then people in town. There seemed to be a lot going on with an orphanage. He could see it down the street from his training hall. There was something going on there what it was he didn't know.

Kara's pov:

She keep walking unit she herd a voice (npc, I will change this post if needed) It said keep saying help. She enter the house of the person. Who seemed to be dieing. "Help me" it looked like someone had broke into the poor person house. A minute later the guy stopped breathing. Nothing She could do. But the person was holding a note: "If You are reading this I have died, if you are a doppler please take my image and be save. I believe in the dopplers" She turn into the person and put the body to rest and quickly left the house and ended up some distance away before stopping. (will find an image later)(will edit if needed)

Evan's pov:

Evan had a strong sense he need to go somewhere. He started walking. Maybe he would find something interesting. (will do the thing he is met to do after I find a new image for him)