March 10, 1271
Vizima
It is said that all good things must come to an end. No truer words have ever been spoken.
My blissful time in the arms of Geralt of Rivia was short lived. Not a few days after he regained consciousness, Kaer Morhen was attacked! I'm still having a hard time believing it myself. Those walls always made me feel so safe. Yet, in an instant, they were breached.
The assailants were no common bandits, that much is certain. They were organized, cunning, and ruthless. They shouted the word "Salamandra" – could be the name of their organization. They cut through the defenses by means of a Frightener, a huge beast, and it wreaked utter havoc! Good thing Vesemir knew how to tangle with it. They also had a very powerful mage with them. And The Professor was there – that man is pure evil. He is wanted in all of Temeria for good reason.
I knew exactly what they were after, and damn it, they got it! Geralt, Leo, and I tried to stop them, but I underestimated the mage. I was hit with a nasty curse that nearly killed me. Ultimately, we were too late. The bastards got what they came for – the precious formulae used to transform boys into witchers. These are secret for a reason; in the wrong hands, they could be a powerful tool for evil. I doubt Salamandra's intentions are pure.
Geralt made a potion for me when I was unconscious. Had he not, I would have surely died from my wounds. Vesemir taught him well – the potion he made was perfect. All of my allergies were taken into consideration too. Celandine, calcium equum, a frightener's claw mixed with high-quality alcohol. The pain I felt as I woke up was excruciating, but I soon forgot all of that because Geralt and I really put 'The Best Bed at Kaer Morhen' through its paces! Gods, his stamina is truly amazing! He doesn't slow down or get tired. He just keeps going and going! Oh, I can't wait until I see him again. I'll rip off his clothes and tackle him first chance I get!
Our lovemaking is the only bright spot of this wretched situation. They killed poor Leo, crossbow bolt to the chest. The Professor was responsible. We held is funeral just before departing the keep. Geralt and I decided to head to Vizima to get information on this organization.I remembered that he doesn't like teleports, so I let him go on horseback while I teleported to the city.
That was two weeks ago, so he should be arriving any day now.
March 13, 1271
Vizima
Still no word from Geralt. It's been over two weeks since we last parted! I hope he's alright.
The situation in the city is dreadful. Racial tensions are at an all-time high, martial law has been declared, the plague continues to spread, and everyone is on edge. To make matters worse, there's a barghest infestation outside the city walls.
When Geralt gets here, he better watch himself.
March 15, 1271
Vizima
Heard reports about a "white haired witcher" spotted in the outskirts. Has he finally arrived? If so, he's probably already hard at work trying to lift the curse there. That's Geralt for you!
Things have been progressing slowly on my end. It's like running up against a brick wall! No one seems to know anything about Salamadra, or they are unwilling to divulge. And then there are these royal edicts coming down – very fishy. I have to be careful, lest I find myself kicked to the street.
But, if I play my cards right, everyone should be eating out of my hand. I'll make a few promises here and there, push at the right spots. Finesse is the key. Hopefully, I'll solve this quickly.
March 19, 1271
Vizima
The barghests have left the outskirts. I guess Geralt was successful breaking the curse. Even with his amnesia, he is still a very talented witcher. I hope to see him soon.
March 21, 1271
Vizima
That vile little bitch! Princess Adda is really getting on my nerves. If she wasn't Foltest's daughter, I'd smack that stupid little face of hers until she sees stars!
It was a formal function; nobles love to hold banquets and discuss politics. I finally found a moment where I was relatively alone with the Princess. Count De Wett normally guards her like a hawk.
I asked her, discreetly, if she knew anything about the secret organization or their leader. Big mistake! The spoiled little brat decided to raise her voice and humiliate me in front of all the dinner guests. She said that I'm no better than a whore, that I dress like a slut, and that I slept my way into the royal court. In all my life I have never heard such audacious slander! Then she went even further: "You're lucky to be a sorceress, otherwise you would be selling your arse for a hundred orens a go down in the Temple Quarter."
Obviously, she's not going to be any help. I'll have to try elsewhere.
March 25, 1271
Vizima
Lots of magical anomalies in and around the city. There must be a powerful Source around, somehow I have to pinpoint its location. Once I see Geralt again, I'll ask for his help. Right now, he seems to be playing detective, last I heard. I hope he is careful – Salamadra is cunning and they may be trying to throw him off their scent.
March 27, 1271
Vizima
Breakthrough! It turns out that the Merchant Guild, as represented by Declan Leuvaarden, wants to be rid of Salamandra. Apparently, they're hurting business. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Things are finally starting to look up. For one thing, I know the name of the Salamandra's sorcerer: Azar Javed, a Zerrikanian. No wonder he caught me off guard at Kaer Morhen – he is truly powerful. I won't make the same mistake again!
March 29, 1271
Vizima
Dandelion came to visit. It's always great to see old friends. We talked for a while – if you could call it a conversation since it was mostly him talking about himself. Typical Dandelion!
Still, he filled me in on a few things. For instance, he told me Shani was in the city. I wonder how the young medic is doing? Probably trying to cure the world of all its ailments, while stubbornly refusing to seek magical help. Science and magic are not mutually exclusive – they should work together! We're not enemies. But, she is young and her head filled with those new philosophies coming out of Oxenfurt. She'll grow up someday.
Interestingly, Dandelion seems to think that she is interested in Geralt – romantically. I asked him how Geralt is reacting. The bard said: "obliviously, of course!" Poor girl, I know what it's like to have the witcher ignore you. Maybe in another world Shani, but he's mine in this one. At least, I sincerely hope so. I definitely don't want to share him. Has she been actively pursuing him? For how long? Has she been gaining ground? No, Dandelion said Geralt was oblivious. Besides, Shani is a naïve little college student, certainly not a threat! Geralt loves me and that's that.
April 2, 1271
Vizima
Geralt almost died today. Damn it! I almost lost him again! He decided to take on Azar Javed and The Professor in the swamp – alone. Gods, I love him to death, but he can be so thick sometimes!
It's lucky I found him. I happened to be scrying for the magic Source when I noticed a false trail set up by Kalkstein. It led me to Geralt. He was in bad shape, lying in a cloud of toxic gas in the middle of the swamp. I teleported him to my house and immediately began treatment.
He was raving, so I couldn't help reading his mind. I know he hates that, but I needed to know what potions and toxins he had ingested so I could heal him. Of course, his thoughts are so loud, I couldn't help but read further. Geralt wasn't too thrilled, which I can totally understand. I certainly wouldn't want someone reading my diary!
After applying my magic, he calmed down. I thought he'd be down for a day at least, but his witcher's metabolism greatly accelerated the healing process. He was awake before I realized it.
I totally lost control when I saw him lying on my bed, staring at me with those enticing witcher eyes and that silly little grin. I pounced him and we made love for several hours. Have I mentioned that he is really amazing in bed?
Unfortunately, Geralt heard my conversation with Keira. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea. I hate having to keep secrets from him, but it comes with the territory so I'm stuck. Luckily, he didn't press me on it very hard. I hope he trusts me – I have nothing but his best interests at heart. I have even been extremely careful regarding his amnesia. I sincerely think that he needs to build a stable personality – forge his own identity. Only then can we hope his memories return. Although it's tempting, I don't want to manipulate the process in any way. Geralt has to be his own man, and I don't want him to turn into "my version" of Geralt. Hopefully, it made sense when I explained it to him.
Also, I invited him to the party at the New Narakort. He didn't seem excited, but I sure am! I love those posh receptions and going in locked arm-and-arm with the man I love will be amazing. Afterwards, he's agreed to help me place some magical nodes around the city. That will help me pinpoint the source of the magical anomalies.
Lastly, there was a huge skirmish in the swamps today. The Order of the Flaming Rose and the Scoia'tael have been butting heads for a while, but nothing like this. Although the Order won the battle, I'm not fond of either side. The Scoia'tel are little better than bandits, but the Order was founded to oppose sorceresses. Now, they seem to only care about exterminating nonhumans. It's no wonder everyone is on edge. The whole region like a powder keg that set to explode. I just hope it doesn't burn down the city when it does.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this segment!
To the guest reviewer who asked if I could tell you all the choices I've made ahead of time: Apologies, but you'll just have to find out! I will tell you that Triss is romanced in all three games. :)
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