Elder Blood Witcher 520 Retribution

He intended to punish the Sage that'd attempted something so vile towards something so dear to him, he couldn't rationalise another way to rectify the Elves crime apart from death. As far as he was concerned it would serve as a message to anyone else who wished to attempt something similar.

Turning right after climbing the stairs he finally reaches the room of the Elven Sage Avallac'h. Pushing it open without a care it bangs against it's hinges, waking the Elf up with a start.

Avallac'h stares at Geralt and notices the dagger in his hand, "You.. Witcher, is-is something wrong?"

Geralt "You know d.a.m.n well there's something wrong b.a.s.t.a.r.d." he growls out as he steps towards the still weak Sage.

Avallac'h shifts himself with a grunt backwards on the bed until his back hits the wall behind him, "I a.s.sure you Witcher I have no idea what you are referring to! Perhaps this is a misunderstanding?" he says quickly.

Geralt finally reaches the bedside and stare down at the Elf, "The only misunderstanding between us is that I haven't killed you yet."

Avallac'h can smell the stench of alcohol on Geralt and realises that he won't be able to talk himself out of this situation, and while he is still incredibly weak from the curse he's a Sage for a reason. He points his hand at Geralt and starts chanting a spell in Elder Speech. A lightning bolt is fired from his hand and hits Geralt in the shoulder which has him stumbling back, a large black scorch mark now visible on his clothing.

Avallac'h "Witcher! Stop this madness!" he says, pleading for him to stop, however Geralt isn't perturbed by his words.

Avallac'h starts to chant another spell but Geralt leaps forwards and grabs him by the throat, halting his spell. The Elves eyes widen as Geralt bring the dagger back and plunges it into his stomach, bringing out a pained wheeze as he stabs again, and again, and again. Until the Elf vomits up blood and slumps backwards, his eye's still staring at Geralt unblinkingly as his heart stops.

The grizzled wolf looks down at his fallen prey and drops the dagger before checking the injury he'd received from the Sage's lightning bolt. The wound itself looked like a spiderweb pattern burned into his flesh, it'd likely scar but what was another to his collection? He didn't feel all that much pain from it, partly due to how drunk he was, though his pain tolerance was nothing to scoff at.

Suddenly the door behind him slams open, revealing Yennefer, her amulet glowing as she has a spell ready on her lips. Her eyes widen at the scene before her, she stops the spell and briskly walks towards the Sage and checks his injuries, her breath halting when she realises he's most certainly dead.

She looks at Geralt in disbelief, "Geralt.. You, you killed him..."

Geralt can already tell by the tone of her voice that he's in trouble for some reason, instead of simply taking it as he points at the dead elf and explains. "This b.a.s.t.a.r.d tried to **** Ciri. He deserved it." he states.

Yennefer "What? How would you even know that? Just because you don't like someone doesn't mean you should kill them Geralt!" she exclaims.

Geralt "Reima told me earlier, and I trust him a h.e.l.l of a lot more than this piece of filth."

Yennefer falls into a nearby seat, the shock of the situation making her knee's weak. "Geralt, even if what Reima said was true there must have been a reason Ciri travelled with him."

Geralt "Yeah, must've been some sort of slave spell." he says, not for a second believing he's in the wrong.

Yennefer "He could have been useful to us! Think of all he might have known about their world?"

Geralt "We've literally got two G.o.ds on our side! What help would this pathetic piece of s.h.i.t be anyway?"

Yennefer "Oh, I don't know? Maybe train Ciri to use her powers? Like she said he was going to do?"

Geralt "There are other ways to train her without having her potential rapist be involved." he states.

Yennefer frowns and rubs her face, "I don't know how you-we're going to explain this to Ciri..." she sighs, "I'll lock the room, come with me Geralt. You're far too drunk to reason with right now." she says, taking his arm and leading him to her room.

However unbeknownst to the two of them, a certain G.o.d of sunlight had happened to have been listening to the events that'd just occurred. Solaire wasn't all that familiar with this world or Reima's "family" yet but he knew he'd have to tell him about this, even if it was against their wishes as his loyalty to his friend obviously trumped whatever negative situation he'd find himself in as a result.

For now though he'd return to his room and wait for tomorrow to tell him, it'd be a long day for many and much needed to be done. But... One thing he was certainly looking forwards to was the first sunrise he'd see in hundreds or maybe even thousands of years.