Chapter 61 - My SI Stash #61 - Signs of Destiny by MuffinMan69 (The Witcher) (1/2)

-I've just finished The Witcher series on Netflix and came to this Witcher SI fic on Spacebattles. Dang, I've never played the games but the story just lured me in~

*Toss a coin to your Witcher! ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Sypnosis: A SI story using CYOA temple for the Witcher Series. If Geralt is a generalist Witcher than SI is wizard version.

Rated: T

Words: 8.6K (recently published, like 2 days ago)

Posted on: forums.spacebattles.com/threads/signs-of-destiny-the-witcher-si.817754/#post-64152479

(MuffinMan69)

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Chapter 0+1

”Oh that f_u_c_k_i_n_g stinks!” were my first words upon waking up - because in my defense, it really did.

Not to mention the splitting headache! Why was there nothing but pain waking up today?!

”Well sorry my hut is not a bathhouse, young man.” an old female voice sneered at me.

Who the f_u_c_k was that?!

In response to someone's voice I had never heard before being in my room, combined with my other annoyances, I shot up awake and quickly looked around for the source of the voice. I found it in the form of an old woman who seemed to follow all the stereotypes of old hag you can think of: rotten and missing teeth, hunched over, boney fingers, sagging face, a glare that can make grown men wet themselves, and she even had a hairy mole on her nose!

”I'll have you know if it wasn't for was in here you would most likely be dead. Honestly, after over a week of you doing not much more than breathing and eating whatever mashed up food or water I could get down your throat I was ready to declare you dead in truth, being brain dead practically is a death anyhow. Also you are lucky the ealdorman paid me to care for you and is paying for replacement sheets you shit and pissed all over as well.” the old woman stated plainly.

As I tried to process what she was saying I finally looked around my immediate environment. I saw that this was not my room, this was not even my apartment!

I looked to be in some really old-school one-room house. All around me were various plants and even dead animals hanging from the ceiling and the walls. The old woman was seated in what could be generously called a kitchen area working at a grinding stone of all things! I turned towards the open window what was letting all this terrible sunlight in and found before me seemed to be a freaking medieval village!

I'm talking animals walking in the dirt and mud streets, people wearing basically potato sacks as clothing, and everyone not looking like they bathed in months!

Where the f_u_c_k was I?!

”Seeing as you are awake, my job is done, and if nothing else you walking around will remind everyone else that old Helga still knows her stuff when it comes to healing. Granted, you being a Witcher and all, you healed up better than most that come through my door. That scar on the side of your head is still new though so don't go scratching at it or risk opening it up, you hear? One thing I hate most is fools injuring themselves the same damned way just cause they didn't give themselves time to heal proper like.” Helga stated before getting back to work.

”What scar-achhhack!” I tried to say but all these terrible smells in the air were now getting in my throat and causing all sorts of hell. And I still felt like my ears were bleeding and everything was too bright! Under all that though I did feel a slight sore pain at the side of my head.

I reached up to my left side where I felt it and quickly found a large mass of healed skin that started at my forehead and stretched to the back of my head. I'm sure if I had a mirror it would look like there was a half circle going around my head.

What happened to cause that?!

Okay, try to go through what happened before all this. Yesterday I took my mother to the dentist, tried to help my dad set up computer since I was the IT guy in the family despite only knowing basics, I spent the rest of the day on the internet reading and watching video game replays, and I also remember talking with a friend about possibly writing a…. No f_u_c_k_i_n_g way.

”I'm-hack-ugh what did you call me a second ago?” I asked as I processed what she said with what I just recalled.

”Oh Gods, that hit to the head must have really did a number on you. I called you a Witcher, young man, a monster hunter. Ring any bells?” Helga stated.

At her words I slowly looked down to examine myself for the first time. I was covered in bandages but I could easily make out the muscular body I knew for a fact I did not have before going to bed. There was no mirror in sight, but I did notice a bucket of water in the corner of the room which I quickly got up, walked over, and picked it up to c_h_e_s_t level. As the water slowly stilled I saw a face I did not recognize stared back at me. Looking like a man in their late twenties to early thirties, wearing a scruffy beard, blonde and a few tiny scars on various points of face beyond the newest one wrapping around his head. However the thing that stood out the most were the eyes.

The yellow cat eyes… that blinked when I blinked.

I slowly looked back up to the old woman who claimed to save my life and care for me for over a week, swallowed heavily, and tried to speak as calmly as I possibly could.

”I-I seem to have a few holes in my memory. Where am I, what year is it and… what is my name?” I weakly asked.

”Well damn, sorry son. Can't imagine what it must feel like to wake up not knowing what is happening at all.” Helga's scowl actually softened at that and continued. ”Well you're in village of Gramsby in the Kingdom of Kovir and Poviss, it's 1268, and I believe you called yourself Marvus of Kovir, though everyone knows you more commonly as the Blonde Griffin.”

”I see…” I trailed off. I then dropped the bucket, allowing it's contents to spread across the hut's floor and felt my legs go dead.

I'd never passed out before, but I like to think everything going dark and my brain shutting down was like that.

Author's Note

So here we are. I don't have best history with writing consistently, but thankfully I have made chapters beforehand to give myself buffer and will make new one each time I post one. I also have internet friends helping out to make sure it sounds good, thank you DesertChocolate and TirelessTraveler.

After watching Witcher series, which I recommend, I rewatched games and even reread stories. Then I noticed a disturbing lack of good Witcher fanftiction and wanted to try my had at it.

I am using Witcher CYOA template as a base for my character and here is build if interested.

Spoiler: Witcher CYOA build

Griffin School

Lv 3 Quen (free)

Lv 2 Axii (free)

Lv 3 Yrden (3 SP)

Lv 2 Agni and Aard (4 SP)

Lv 3 Utilitarian Alchemy (3 SP)

Nonhuman Friendship (1 LP)

Protector of Monsters (1 LP)

Northern Kingdoms

Using encounter sheet to decide what Path is like a lot, but still plot things as well.

Chapter 1

”Once again, I'm sorry for passing out like that, and getting your floor all wet. I promise to help clean it up and get you some more water later.” I promised Helga as she handed me a terrible-smelling wooden cup full of some herbal mixture that she said would make me feel better.

I sounded a little muffled since I had asked for a cloth to wrap around my face, eyes, and ears to try to block out most of the sensory input I was getting since it made it really hard to concentrate. I had no idea how Witchers got used to having basically Daredevil senses, in addition to sight, all the time considering all the literal shit they must march through all the time.

”It's no trouble, I spilled worse on these floors in my time as the village herbalist. Though I won't say no to not having to drag up water from the well again. These old bones of mine can't do it as well as they used to.” Helga said with a laugh.

”You should take on an apprentice, make them do all the manual labor for you and say it is valuable knowledge you are imparting.” I pointed out while forcing myself to drink mixture. Oh jeez, that was nasty!

”Half the village is convinced I'm a witch and the other half barely tolerates me since I barely tolerate fools. Joke's on them, when I finally die who's gonna make it so they don't all die off when an a minor illness passes through? Ungrateful pests the lot of them!” Helga huffed.

”Well, I thank you for your care despite the trouble I must have been.” I said sincerely.

”And thank you for admitting it… though to be fair you are less trouble than most in this village,” Helga said with a small smile.

Just because I have someone been dumped into a fictional setting, I'm blaming some bored multiversal god or something, doesn't mean I had to be d_i_c_k after all. Were all CYOA templates people found on internet an open invitation for people to get picked up and played with by them? Or am I just the product of another version of myself writing this down in another reality and thus bringing it to life somewhere in infinite multiverse?

Speaking of CYOA, if my final purchases translated over…

”You mind if I maybe make something from your stock? It will hopefully get me out of your hair quicker and I can pay for whatever I use.”

”Go right ahead, I said anything related to you is being paid for anyway. Why not really tally up the bill?” Hegla laughed a little cruelly.

Starting to see why village might fear her.

I got up and walked over to what appeared to her main workstation, what with the grindstone, big metal pot over a fire, various dried herbs in bowls, and other things. As I stared at everything before me knowledge I know I did not have seemed to come to the forefront of my mind in an instant.

”You have dwarven spirits, celandine, and drowner brains?”

”Yeah, brains are a bit more rare but I got some fresh ones just the other day from one straying too close to the village the menfolk grouped quickly up on.” Helga pointed out to bottles, herbs and even harvested monster parts I asked for.

”Thank you.”

What came next was about twenty minutes of cutting, grinding, mixing, boiling, and various other steps before I poured the newly made Swallow potion into empty bottle the spirits was once in. I knew for a fact I had done everything correctly but I still hesitated a moment before I finally took a large sip.

After all, I was basically ingesting pure poison that would kill normal people very quickly. However, as a Witcher I was basically immune to said poison and instead only took in benefits.