Elder Blood Witcher 487 The Crew Is... Almost, Assembled.

Reima "Ah, that wasn't Ciri. I also possess the Elder Blood." he states, taking great amus.e.m.e.nt as Yen and Triss's shocked faces.

Yennefer "You do? Why didn't you tell us when you were training?"

Reima "I don't know about you guys but telling everyone about a secret that could very well lead to my death isn't something I'm into." They nod at his answer.

Triss "That doesn't change the situation though, the Wild Hunt will still be coming for you."

Reima shakes his head, "My abilities are different to Ciri's in that the Wild Hunt can't track me, they'll find us eventually but we probably have enough time to start fixing this old fort up.

Geralt nods, "That's right, is everyone here?" he asks.

Triss "Hjalmar an Craite arrived with Ermion recently."

Yennefer "We should wake them and explain the situation." she says.

Geralt "Yeah, soon as we get to work the better the odds we'll have against the Hunt... I suspect after what Reima did to them they'll send everything they can."

Yennefer "Why? What'd he do?"

Geralt shakes his head and starts walking into the keep, "Cut the Wild Hunt s.h.i.+p in two with some kind of spell."

Yennefer turns to Reima, "You've learned magic?"

Reima nods, "Yeah, I'd be happy to show you after this is all over... I've got a few books that may interest you."

Yennefer "I'll be looking forward to it... Would it be too much to hope for Ciri to have learned as well?" she asks, turning her focus to Ciri.

Ciri "I've been learning, Reima's been teaching me his own kind of magic... It's very different to what you tried to teach me in the past Yen."

Yennefer "You know, I'll be observing your progress when we get a chance... You won't escape my tutilage this time." she says with a smile that sends s.h.i.+vers across Ciri's back.

The group walks into the keep and starts progressing further inside, eventually reaching the Great Hall. Geralt walks up to a pillar which has a large bell hanging from it and starts vigorously ringing it, giving off an unG.o.dly racket that almost certainly wakes up anyone unfortunate enough to have slept.

The sound of quickly shuffling feet signals the arrival of some of the keeps occupants... A small figure sprints down the stares with an axe bared, his small mohawk and thick beard being the only feature Reima can discern as they sprint towards the group. "WHAT IS IT? Are they 'ere!?!" they shout however they halt in their steps as they spot Geralt and Ciri.

Geralt "It's good to see you Zoltan." he says, walking up and clasping the Dwarve's arm.

Zoltan lowers the axe and heaves a sigh, realising that there isn't any danger currently. "Ey, it's my pleasure Geralt. Couldn't live wit' myself if I left ye lot on your own." He looks at Ciri, "Hey la.s.s, it's fantastic to see you alive and well."

Ciri nods and gives him a quick hug, "You too."

Not long after Zoltan had arrived two people garbed in blue and white appear, one being a stern faced man with a large gold medallion while the other has average length blonde hair, pointed ears and a large pair of... Personalities that're quite visible from her open s.h.i.+rt.

Roche "Geralt! It seems you've found her, that's quite a relief!" he says as he walks down the stairs.

Geralt "The relief come from having a former special force members backing us up." he says, grateful that Roche and Ves had come.

Ves "Don't mind it, I owe you my life." she says.

The clinking of heels signals the next person, they saunter down the stairs with a hair brush still in their hands. They smile as they spot Geralt, "You've finally come, I was thinking our rendezvous meant nothing to you." she says coyly

Yennefer "Keira I'd prefer you stopped throwing yourself at every man you lay your eyes on." she says with an annoyed expression.

Keira Metz gives a light laugh while continuing to brush her hair, "My Yennefer, did I strike a nerve? From what I can remember it was he who was throwing himself at me... Or should I say thrusting?"

Geralt "Ladies, let's not do this here. Ok?"

Keira shrugs, "It's fine, it was merely a jest... Now, what someone like to explain why you interrupted my beauty sleep?" she says.

Triss "We will but it seems that we're missing a couple people..."

Zoltan "Ah, you mean Lambert, Eskel, Arie and the master Vesemir?"

Reima "Arie's still around?" he asks curious.

Zoltan nods, "That one armed lunatic drank the other two under the table last night, glad I didn't join 'em or I'd still be past out. A dwarf simply can't match a Witcher at drinking see."

Geralt rings the bell again and the others make their way down, Lambert almost falling down the stairs as he goes.

Eskel holds his head, "G.o.ds, Geralt this better be important." he states.

Arie walks down behind Eskel, his blonde hair the only thing that Reima recognises. He's now taller than both Lambert and Eskel with heavy muscles. His missing arm seems to have been replaced with a curved blade that looks like silver. "Must be or they'd not ring that f.u.c.king bell." he retorts.

Vesemir "If you three oafs hadn't been so rowdy you'd be wide and awake already!" he says, following them all down. When he finally reaches the bottom he's struck by a ashen haired missile.

Ciri "Uncle Vesemir!"

Vesemir "Aha! You're back you little she-devil!" he says with a smile.

Ciri "Uncle you promised to stop calling me that!"

Vesemir "Force of habit." he waves it off.

Ciri releases him with a smile and turns towards Lambert and Eskel before giving them quick hugs, for Arie she only gives him a handshake while introducing themselves to eachother. This is apparently the first time they'd be meeting eachother...