Witcher 4 in Our Father's Footsteps
And so it was at the time of our story. Emperor Emyr was struggling with the civil war. He won battles here and there but not the war, and this war dragged onwards. He failed. Too many men and women died for nothing. The people were angry and so were the nobles. And so it was, the Man of many, stood on a podium ready to be hanged.
"HERE IS YOUR EMPEROR!" shouted the executioner draped with a cloth hood. "HERE HE is. The ONE who has committed crimes against HUMANITY! He led us into wars we did not want. HE LED us into battles for our sons and daughters to die. HE DID ALL of this for his own personal gain." The executioner walked around the podium shouting at the crowd. While our poor emperor stood with his head lowered tied to a noose. The man was broken, beaten, and sad.
BEHOLD! A person from the large crowd walked forward. He was clothed in all black with a large sun medallion on his chest. He walked up to the podium then lowered his hood. What a sight it was. The emperor slowly tilted his head upwards, and the executioner quickly turned around, for he did not notice a man brazenly walk up.
The emperor's face quickly changed. The facial features between both men staring were barely different. Both men looked identical. Their noses almost touched. The younger man opened his mouth with a snarling "hello father…" and with that he stabbed his dad in the heart with a small silver dagger. A tear slowly dripped from Emhyr's cheek.
The young man turned around and walked forward facing the thousand-plus crowd. He simply stood there and looked at all of them. He continued looking. The crowd stood in amazement noticing the similarities. Then, he tilted his hand, some dust flowed from his palms. The dust formed into a puff of smoke then he vanished from plain sight. And these actions became the talk for several weeks.
Yes my son. Take in what just happened. Dissect it and I will tell you the details and the story that leads up to such a predicament.
The war for Nilfgaard under the original Emperor was going horribly bad. Now our hooded individual had many crafts at his disposal. He needed many to become emperor. He worked from within the shadows of the empire. Deep within its roots. He devised plans and devised schemes. He devised scheme after scheme. It was Him. He was the root cause of all the evil and strife towards Emhyr.
His father had many women, enough to last most men several lifetimes. And like with all sprayed semen it only takes one of those little bastards to start a baby. And so it was, a baby was formed and the emperor had no idea.
However, the maiden, for this is what she was, another one of the many concubines; she immediately took the baby then fled north. She did not want the baby to be made known, word was that the king suffered in producing children, even with hundreds of sluts. She wanted the child to be free from Nilfgaard's rule.
She fled north to Velen: no man's land. There She tried to raise the child. But, by the boy's age of four the mother grew very sick and died. Then an evil family took the boy up. After a few months the foster parents had enough of the strange boy that kept on knocking shit over, for he was gifted in magic. So, they sent him off on The Trail of Treats.
Followed the treats he did, then he arrived at a building battered, beaten, and run down. He found a bed, tired and exhausted: he slept. He awoke to find three hideous women looking at him. Slightly compassionate, if that's even possible for the Crones, they fed him. And, with little arguing, they decided to raise him. And teach him in the arts. But he still managed to always knock shit over. The witches had no idea of his Blood, for he was a man.
After many years and a reluctance, he left the shit-whole to pursue higher forms of the arcane.
At Oxenfurt, before The War of The North and South, he studied the arcane. He was strong in magic but not strong enough. It was not his magic that kept teachers allured, it was his demonic zeal. His complete lust for more power. After some time there he made a group of friends that diverged into different forbidden forms of magic such as blood and necro.
Oxenfurt was considered a "safe" school to learn the artful ways. Implanting runes on animals, blood magic, or any form of the dark arts was strictly forbidden. But, Lucas, that is his name, did not like these rules. So like anyone with a high valued privilege he demanded that the school recount its rules. After the Summit at Loc Muinne, He and his loyal group were banished from the school. Thankfully the banishment was a good thing for him and the others; they did not yet experience Radovid's wraith. And this incident was one of the main reasons Radovid shut down the school. That, and his pure hatred of mages.
After the banishment he and his friends performed a ritual. The ritual showed blood lineage. He managed to keep his mother's ashes but he never managed to find who his father really was. The blood ritual, if done correctly, was able to trace one's birth way back to the First Wave of Colonials. Although not very helpful in figuring out a common man's birthright, he stumbled across his famous lineage. His friends turned from common colleagues to fanatical followers. Amazing how much money or fame can completely change the closest friends.
After much time and before The Great War broke out, he and his group found that his father was none-other than Emperor Emhyr. This wasn't exactly common knowledge and Lucas didn't dare tell The Crones or seek any help from them. He tried to forget that part of his life. Lucas and his band sought safety in Nilfgaard. Although not desperately hunted down as in The North, they still had to stay in secret. And waiting they did for the right opportune time to come.