#witcher book

Price of friendship 💔

Dandelion and Geralt, book version.

The vampire slain by village folk, unknown artist, 11XX

Decided to make a version of one of my favourite medieval arts into a Witcher thing, by using Young, drunk Regis and typical eastern european looking villagers. I wanted to make it with traditional paints but I didn't have time. Anyways I kinda love it.

Here's the original:

Men, the polite ones, at least, call me a monster. A blood-drinking freak.

WITCHER SERIES SPOILERS:

that was the last time we’ll see Cahir and Ciri together before the 10 seconds preceding the big sad. Legit they glance at each other once more before Cahir urges Ciri and Angoulême to flee while he delays Bonhart — who then unceremoniously cuts down Cahir like he’s nothing more than a scarecrow holding a sword. He legit lays his life on the line and dies for Ciri. For thousands of pages, multiple bloody books that could be used as bricks, they’ve been tied by destiny — more so than even Geralt and Yennefer or even Emhyr — and yet, there’s no explanation to their connection. There’s no even conversation between them. Nothing. It makes me utterly heartbroken, even years after reading, thinking about how it’s all going to end. It’s honestly one of my least favorite books of all time. It breaks me. Cahir and Ciri at least deserve a Reylo-like chance and ending.

I am finished reading the second witcher book (sword of destiny) and like this feels both Yennefer and Geralt.

But also like, Geralt was very much againts his fate, againts being tied to a child, in a way, loving said child because time and again there are passages in Geralt lowkey spirales calling himself a monster, a mutant who only follows orders for money, aka not having a heart.

Book! Geralt with Jaskier: "He's my best friend in the whole wide world and I'll kill you if you look at him." and even get drunk together.