The Witcher: Part XXIX
Atlantis
Previously, on The Witcher:
Team Witcher now travels on the sea ship Geralady Feudalism, with the mysterious Oscar Wilde. But suddenly, Iorverth is missing!
What is happening?
The ocean started to rumble. Large waves of water rolled out, shaking the ship back and forth. And from the source of the waves, there rose a small outcropping of rock. It grew upwards, with a larger outcropping underneath it rising up also.
After about five minutes, an entire island had risen from the sea.
"Do you suppose that island might have anything to do with Iorverth?" asked Geralt.
"I don't know," replied Lady Feudalism.
"I know what that island is," added Ciri. "It is the mythical landmass of Atlantis, which was said to exist between Rivia's two continents. It was inhabited by a race of elves; a particularly powerful race of elves known as Dire Elves."
"It is said that the Dire Elves invented forbidden technologies and weapons. It is believed that they aided Satan with these weapons."
"Anyway, Jesus Christ decided he needed to put a stop to the Dire Elves, so he sealed them away under the ocean surface."
"And for some reason, Atlantis has come back," said Geralt.
"The seal must be broken," added Lady Feudalism.
"Oscar! Head for that landmass!" said Geralt to Oscar Wilde.
"Why?" asked Oscar Wilde.
"Just do it!" yelled Geralt, with such authority that Oscar Wilde had no choice but to obey.
When they arrived at Atlantis, they were greeted by a round of fast moving metal capsules, being fired from a strange mechanism held in the arms of the Dire Elves. Geralt cast a magick protection field to deflect the bullets coming from the Dire Elves' machine guns.
"Why are you here?" asked one Dire Elf. "You must be here to prevent our conquest of the world. You must die!"
Geralt continued to cast the protection spell, and he and Lady Feudalism and Ciri and Oscar Wilde sauntered into the main town of Atlantis.
"Let's go to the town hall and find out what's going on here," said Geralt.
The Atlantis City Town Hall was literally a giant hallway. They walked for about a kilometer before reaching the end of the hallway, where there sat the leader of the elves.
It was Tivoherr!
"I wondered how long it would take for you to find me," he said. "Anyway, my guardsmen are coming now to take you away, and no amount of magick can stand against their rocket launchers."
A team of seven Dire Elves came in with rocket launchers. Geralt lowered his shield and raised his hands in surrender.
"Tivoherr must have possessed Iorverth and then broke the seal on Atlantis created by Jesus," said Lady Feudalism.
They were in prison, and it stank of death and decay.
"Can't you just repair the seal?" asked Lady Feudalism to Geralt.
"Not possible," he replied stolidly. "I don't have a personal seal so I can't do seal magick."
"But..." began Geralt. "There are some weaknesses in the tectonic crust of this island."
"I might be able to sink it if I hit the right points."
"But that's genocide!" exclaimed Ciri.
"Who cares?" said Oscar Wilde. "Sink the damn island and we can get out of here."
"I have morals," replied Geralt. "Genocide is out of the question."
Team Morally Ambiguous were running to the port. There were a few angry Nazi Elf Draugr chasing them.
"Come on, hurry up," said Severus to Klippi, who was lagging several meters behind.
"Leave him," said Communist O'Lenin. "Let him be sacrificed for the common good."
Severus went back, picked up Klippi by the neck, and carried him as Severus ran.
"We need a boat to get across the ocean," pointed out Christian Grey.
"Let's take that one," said Severus. They quickly boarded a random ship, which happened to be called the Seveudalism. And they set sail as fast as they could, with the Nazi Elf Draugr falling slowly behind.
Team Witcher minus Iorverth plus Oscar Wilde were still trapped in the prison.
"Your brother can do seal magic, can't he?" asked Geralt to Lady Feudalism.
"Communist O'Lenin, yeah, he can shoot the hammer and sickle onto people's foreheads," replied Lady Feudalism.
"Where did he get his seal designed? I need a seal," said Geralt.
"From... the Great Seal," replied Lady Feudalism. "I actually think I can summon him!"
Geralt busted down the prison wall, and they went to the edge of the island.
"O Great Seal, I summon thee," said Lady Feudalism.
Nothing happened.
"O GREAT SEAL, I SUMMON THEE!" she screamed as loud as she could. There was a great rush of water and a giant seal rose from the depths.
"I am the Great Seal," said the seal.
"I want you to design me a seal," said Geralt. The seal rubbed his flippers together.
"I can give you the ability to use magick of seals, but you must design your own personal seal," he said. And then suddenly a giant white circle appeared on the ground, and a set of different coloured paintbrushes appeared in Geralt's hand.
"You have one minute to design your own seal," said the Great Seal.
"I don't know what to draw," said Geralt. "I'm not a very good artist."
He stood looking at the round paper, scratching his non-existent beard. He then had an idea.
He pulled out his black paintbrush, and drew a horizontal line across the white paper.
He then pulled out his blue paintbrush.
"Time's up," said the Great Seal. "This seal, the black line on white backdrop shall be your personal seal for as long as you live."
And the seal sealed the seal into Geralt's DNA.
And then the Great Seal departed.
"That's a pretty rubbish seal," said Ciri.
"Oh well," said Geralt.
Just then, Tivoherr appeared before them.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Sealing Atlantis away, underneath the sea, where the Dire Elves will be dormant forever," replied Geralt.
"How is that any different from genociding them?" asked Oscar Wilde. "I say you still kill them all."
"Shh," said Lady Feudalism.
And then Geralt cast his personal seal over Atlantis, causing it to be sealed away once more.
Defeated, Tivoherr transformed back into Iorverth. They then went back to the Geralady Feudalism, and left before Atlantis disappeared beneath the waves.
"I don't know what happened to me," admitted Iorverth when they got back to the ship. "I promise I'll take better care of Tivoherr from now on so he doesn't break any ancient seals."
The next morning, Team Witcher was awoken by a frantic and terrified Oscar Wilde.
"It's them!" he said.
"Who?" asked Geralt.
"Them! The ones who were coming after me to kill me!" replied Oscar Wilde. "The ones I needed protection from!"
Team Witcher looked over the ocean, and they saw a fleet of pirate ships coming for them.
"They slaughtered my entire family, and now they're coming for me," said Oscar Wilde. "You need to protect me from them!"
"This pirate group that's trying to kill you, what are they called?" asked Geralt.
Oscar Wilde responded with fear in his voice.
"They're called..."
"The Wilde Hunt."
TO BE CONTINUED
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THE WITCHER: PART XXX
WILDE HUNT