Author's note: recently I been reading pretty good damn histories written by authors of this site, the fictions written by Tyrant of the East an Freedom Guard, inspire me to finally decide to write this fic. I find it really strange that no author of this site has written a fic about The witcher saga yet, so I decided to be the first one to do so, a crossover nonetheless with World of warcraft, and don't worry I'm not going to do a rip off of other stories, I ain't going to use a previously written history and change its main character for Geralt, I'm only going to use other stories as references, this is 100 % original more or less, but there is some events that I will like to include, for instance, Astranaar under demonic invasion, or dungeons like Blackfathom deeps , but that will be all, I really liked those ideas and I would like to see how Geralt will dealt which such situations, I want to have the opportunity to include them later after I had define the plot and the situations which going to be entirely different, and I intend to use a lot of dungeons. And I think I will mess with the time line a little to better fit with this fic. Or maybe not, we'll see. I don't have to respect the canon right?

Anyway this is my first fic, hope you like it, also I hope I don't end up writing complete crap, and I'm certain I will suck with the grammar in some parts, I ain't very good in that and the fact that I live in a Latin-American country which means English is not my nature tong and so there is a possibility of me screwing up the writing. Please notify me of any misspelling or grammatical error.

I had to put the second label as misc. games, because there is no label for The witcher, sory about that.

Disclaimer: I don't own warcraft or the witcher, either be the game or the books, each belongs to a bunch of people, that I just happen to have forgot their names. This is just me writing the first stupid shit that comes to my mind about what if; these two sagas mess with each other.

This story starts in the witcher several years (5 or 6), after the events of the game, wich allows for the events of the currently under process the witcher 2: assassin of kings to take place, and also to allow me, to not make a reference to an upcoming unreleased game.

In the wow timeline this take place just a little before the failed assault at Angrathar the wrathgate. Because I want Geralt go one on one against Arthas.

The White wolf of Azeroth

A The Witcher/ Warcraft cross over

Prologue –part 1

A witcher's memories.

His name was Geralt of Rivia, he was a witcher; a professional monster slayer for hire.

He was the son of sorceress Visenna and presumably a warrior named Korin. He was abandoned by his mother shortly after being born at the stronghold of Kaer Morhen; the wichter's main base of operations. There he was inducted to become a witcher.

The witchers were powerful individuals with superhuman abilities that had to undergo a series of dangerous and painful procedures at early ages, to obtain such abilities and improvements.

Through a series of rituals, that involves herbal preparations of mutagenic plants that force changes in the subject body, potions of powerful magic alchemy to improve their attributes, and inoculations of several lethal viruses to develop and immunity against virtually all kinds of poisons and diseases.

The benefits for those who survive such rituals was, an increasing in all their physicals and mental abilities, surpassing those of any mortal by a great deal, increased reflexes, speed, strength, a highly improved sense of smell, flexibility and hearing that reached superhuman levels, albeit such benefits didn't come cheap.

6 of 10 individuals who were inducted tend to die during the procedures and those who were successful, develop side effects, Geralt lost all pigmentation of his hair, turning as white as snow, his eyes change into a golden cat-like ones, allowing him to see in the night as good as if was day. But the most detrimental side effect was that because of the rituals he had been made sterile at tender age, he could not have children of his own when he manage to reach adulthood; no witcher could; it was a high and necessary price to pay in order to successfully create individuals that would manage to face the horrors that plague the land and survive.

Because Geralt body's show a quick acceptance of this changes, he was chosen, to undergo further experiments.

This experiments border between suicidal and insanity, of the few chosen only Geralt survive the procedures, losing all pigmentation of his body in the process, turning as white as his hair. But in exchange he had obtained a wide array of useful abilities.

His physical and mental prowess's were improve even more, he had develop a high resistance to pain, his skin had turn as hard and tough as sturdy leather, but the most impressive of all; was, that his body had develop and ability for self heal, wounds did not bleed as much as before, just the initial bleeding, and then the bleeding quickly stopped, allowing his body to shut the wounds by itself.

Indeed, quite useful improvements he had receive despite the disadvantages, for he will need both the improvements and the rigorous, harsh and thorough training in order to become an efficient witcher.

And a witcher he did become, of quite renown too, because of his looks, his albino hair and skin tone, and his face resembling in some measure the one of a wolf, much like the wolf head shaped steel amulet he had receive when had become a full fledged witcher, he was given the name of "Gwinbleidd" which means in the old tong "The White Wolf".

The White Wolf. - Geralt remembered

That is how the people used to call him, it's been a while since had heard someone using that name, now things had changed.

He remembered when he had started in the trade, when he had left Kaer Morhen with nothing but a basic equipment, his trusted swords, one of cold steel to face any human or humanoid specie who dare challenge him, and one beautiful, delicate and yet lethal silver sword, used against creatures that were vulnerable to silver and to face the monsters which he may encounter; his leather jacket that offer him a reasonable protection without sacrifice his mobility and flexibility, a basic alchemy set, that will allow him to make useful potions, oils and bombs that will help either by augmenting his already impressive array of abilities, offer him protection against certain elements and creatures, coating his blades to be deadlier against certain type of creatures, or to provide a useful distraction against his enemies.

He also had received a book in which to write and store his alchemical formulae's, smart to keep those in order, don't want to waste time and effort looking through a disarray of formulae's to find the desired one. It already include some basic formulae's of some minor potions, Geralt didn't doubt back then that more formulae's will come with time, others more powerful and useful that the ones he carried.

He was given a second book and an important one it was, for this is where the witchers write down his knowledge of the creatures and monsters that roam the land. A bestiary, a book with a rough leather paste engraved with the witchers symbol in its front; the wolf head, the same symbol that Gerald's amulet represents; a wolf looked by the front with his jaw opened, the hairs of his mane ending in spikes, the wolf was in a feral position, showing his fangs as if he was ready to attack, guarding the secrets stored in the book pages, for this were many indeed, inside the book was a precisely account and description of several of the most common and dangerous creatures, monsters and beast that were feared by the people of the lands. It came with images, combat strategies to face them, a detailed explanation of their strengths and weaknesses, the proper steps to destroy them and in some cases to cure them, indeed this was a precious valuable gift, it also came with several hundred pages in blank, for Gerald to write his own impressions and to catalogue any creature that was miss in the book, whether be by facing them or finding their descriptions in other books or bestiaries.

He received a well detailed map that contains most of the layout of the continent and his main kingdoms. It's always a rational thought to carry a map, so one may not get lost in unknown lands.

Finally he carried 2 leather shoulder straps across his body that act as a bandolier of some sorts where he could carry many vials whether be oils or potions, one had a bag that hang from his lower left side of his upper body, this straps also serve to carry his swords sheaths in his back, also he carried a big wide leather belt, full of bags that hang from it, and compartments, both from the front and the back in where to store his gold, alchemical ingredients, objects of value, and several other miscellaneous items and also to safeguard his books. The straps he wear could be swap of their places should he felt the need to give himself a minor look change.

The rest of his attire where some leather travel pants and boots, with some leather stripes attached to his right leg to carry more vials or even some throwing knifes, black studded leather gloves, and a plain cotton shirt that he wear underneath his black leather jacket.

Yes; the witchers had prepared and equip him well for the dangers of the trade.

He remembered those days when the continent was plagued with monsters, from the lands of Temeria, Cintra, lyria & Rivia in the northern kingdoms to the Nilfgaard Empire in the south.

The insecurity in the roads was a result of the social and racial discontent, and the poverty left by the constant wars between nations. It was because of this incapacity to deal with the monsters, that the witchers where created.

To kill and get rid of the monsters in exchange of payment, simple enough in theory, not so simple in practice hence the need of the rituals and experiments.

The witchers prove to be very efficient in their endeavor cleansing the lands of monster and beast that threatened villages and roads, they were relentless and highly professionals in their jobs, until the day that monsters started to become a rare sight, the witchers had done a fine good job, one too damn good; that in the end prove to be detrimental for their life styles; for what good is a monster slayer without monsters to slay?

Due to their incredible skills the witchers were often desire by powerful lords and kings to give them an edge in their political plots at the promise of riches and glory. Geralt never had illusions of glory and grandeur, he knew from an early age the ways of which the world function.

Most of the times the witchers or at least Geralt reject such offers but as time passed by and the need for monster slayers diminish; the witchers were force to take such endeavors.

They were what it was expected to be, assassinations, intimidations, extortions, sometimes even attacks against a particular ethnic group, none of this give Gerald any sort of pride but at least gave him enough gold to live by.

To be needed and feared at the same time that was the witcher life, because of the services he offered, he was needed, but because of the power he wielded, he was feared and despised, others simply coveted his power for their own.

Such hatred reach its peak point with the assault of the stronghold of Kaer Morhen most of the witchers there, were slain, and their secrets stolen. Since then no new witchers were trained so there was no one to carry with the trade if the current ones suddenly died, they had become an endangered species much like the monsters that they themselves slay, in some ways of though such condition seemed fitting.

Geralt knew too well about the hatred and fear that the people profess against those who are different; he remembered when he almost died at the hands of an angry mob who was taking a pogrom in motion against the ethnic minorities in the city of Rivia; the city of wich he took his name.

He survived, lost his memory in the process and later managed to recover it with the help of old and new friends. Taking his old life back, undertake assignments again, slaying monsters once more, and the occasional work for the local political factions, offering his services to nobles, saving kings and kingdoms, and getting a hefty pay in the process; same old story.

All this allow him to discover and set his efforts to track and dealt with those that stole the witchers' secrets during the siege of Kaer Morhen.

It's been a while since that now, he had managed after much effort to track and confront the people responsible, who only desired the witchers' secrets for their own personals and envious goals, beliving that it was for the greater good, he had to kill them in the end; it was inevitable. But he manage to recover the stolen secrets and formulae's of the witchers rituals, and returned them to his few brothers that tried to rebuild the order in Kaer Morhen once more.

Still…. pretty much little had change; witchers were still a dying race, whose need where diminish more and more with every passing day, but lords still wanted them for their own ends. He was still the same man.

Which take us to the present; He had change very little that's for sure, his face was the same, a handsome yet tough face, a strong chin, fine features, yet they where settle in a way that make his face look like a wolf, it was not a great notable feature it was most a subtle one, a weird combination between man and beast, making him look like a fine man yet at the same time he gave a predatory feeling.

The scar that crosses his left eye was still there, from his left brow, down to his cheek, until reaching the same altitude of where his nose trails begin, descending in the form of a slightly curve, heading towards, his ear.

His white hair loosely falling down from his head, until reaching his shoulder length. His golden cat-like eyes still possessed the gaze of a predator.

The only mentionable of having change was his equipment he still possessed a black leather jacket though this one was different it was called the Raven Armor, it was of a really sturdy leather, and had beautiful engravings in his surface, it had some metal knobs that were tailored at the shoulder length to fall and hang from the sleeveless jacket to protect the upper part of his arms, he also had acquired a set of 2 black metal knobs in the form of plates to protect his forearms, this he used them in conjunction with his gloves which now where armored too; they now had 3 metal plates each to protect different sections his forehands and forefingers, without impeding their mobility.

His shoulder straps, where changed by others that where twice as wide as the previous ones, and they had several pockets and small bags that were attached onto it to have more storage capacity, not to mention the compartments to hang vials and throwing knifes. Improving the witcher storage capacity, yet he still retain a traveling bag attached to one of his stripes, that was left hanging from his left side, just like the previous straps.

The leather straps in his right leg were pretty much the same except that now they had a small bag attached in the section of the back of his leg, without diminish the number of compartments to hang vials and throwing knifes.

He still was using his white cotton shirt only that now he use it underneath a chain mail, so it was not seen unless he take it out his chain mail first. His entire attire was now of the same black color, except of course the straps and his belt. His leather travel pants and boots where now as black and sturdy like his jacket, his boots now had metal plate guards in its tips and in their beads, for better protection to his feet.

And finally; the witcher's amulet still hanging from his neck, the chain lazily falling down making the wolf head rest in the middle of his chest.

The witcher was currently preparing himself for a new assignment, he had finally manage to received one that wasn't dedicated to secure the political position of some vain lord; this mission unknown to him, will take him farthest that he never had go in the past.

But that's another story; for another time.