The Black Wolf

by German Storyteller

After an unfortunate hunt, Witcher Kaleb of Rivia returns wounded to his quest giver. The hunt was successful, but his steel sword was lost. Every other Witcher would just get a new one, but not this one. A traveler offers his help and what follows are trouble and adventure... - Set after the events of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt and therefore contains SPOILERS!

1. Introduction

Welcome to my next project, finally another fanfiction! :P
This one is merely the introduction, to have everyone up to date!

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The Witcher: The Black Wolf

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Introduction:

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"Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling... Makes no difference.

The degree is arbitrary, the definition's blurred.

But if I'm to choose between one evil and another...

I'd rather not choose at all."

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Those famous words, uttered by Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf. A Witcher that has indeed done many good things in his life. However, this story shall not be about him, but rather about the adventures of another Witcher, that would make a name for himself with at least the same reputation - The Black Wolf.

To have everyone on the most recent standing:

After Radovid's death, Redania was powerless and soon Nilfgaard took over, spreading their black banners all over the country. Soon Temeria would be restored, turns out fate can be quite a trickster at times. Emperor Emhyr var Emreis however had everyone who had plotted against him executed without any mercy. That includes soliders, nobles, merchants.

While the continent still bled engulfed by war, it was Skellige of all places which would bloom under a young woman's enlightened rule. With Cerys an Craite the island nation would prosper as she tended to her people rather than raiding shores of foreign lands.

Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, heir to Nilfgaard's throne was never seen again after the events on Undvik. There are multiple theories on wether the ashen haired woman survived, some rumours claim she's still alive and continues on her path as Witcher, trained by her father-figure, Geralt of Rivia.

Oh, and what about Geralt?

Well, it's is indeed hard to believe, but the White Wolf settled down in faraway Kovir, along his partner, Triss Merigold. He would take jobs, but only of habit, while Triss made a true fortune as mage advisor to the king.

Though wounded by the war, the Northern Kingdoms seemed to slowly regain it's former, almost ancient, glory. Some don't even remember what it was, having lived in a time without a war. Well, they shouldn't get to used to it.

Velen had suffered the worst, by far. Some doubted that it could ever be safe to walk through the no man's land, as bandits roamed through the woods, as did other threats...