Geralt of Rivia

Gwynnbleid. The Butcher of Blaviken. Monster Hunter For Hire. School of the Wolf.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

𝕲eralt of 𝕽ivia, the 𝖂hite 𝖂olf
▪︎ Experienced writer.
▪︎ Open RP, Multiverse RP.
▪︎ Familiar with all ver of lore.
#WitcherRP

[♛Daenerys Targaryen♛ @SheOfOldValyria]

"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍."

A literate and descriptive Portrayal of Daenerys Targaryen.
Open to plots, banter etc.
(N)SFW content. Mature content.
Open to all verses.

Like and RT maybe?

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

Geralt, the cocksmith. #OpenLewd

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

Geralt, the cocksmith.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

After a long day of hunting, the Witcher would find himself enjoying a warm and much needed bath in a dimly lit room of a local inn. The water was just the right temperature, and not enough herbs and flowers to perfume his senses entirely. He mutters to himself.

“Just right.”

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

From a standing upright position, his entire body was overcome with a freezing sensation and then once again he felt boiling hot. Unnerved, he couldn’t help but retch.

“I can’t stand teleporting, where am I now?”

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Deserts.. I hate arid environments. Too much to carry with supplies, weighs me down. Better off taking a ship all the way around the coast."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Need a walk about, away from humans and monsters alike."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Bottom of the growler is dry.. need more coin, no contracts in the area either. Perhaps time to move on to another land."

The Witcher thinks outloud, tending to his blade with a simple whetstone. He takes a deep breath, imagining the smell of sweet wine.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Gray water and buried horse hair. Hm.. smells like bad brewed witch craft.. There's a cunt to kill."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

Covered in studded leather, two swords upon his back. One for monsters, one for men. To him sometimes there was no difference, and in that instance coin was no matter. He moved along upon horseback drunken in the heavy nights fog without even a lantern's guidance.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Vile. This land smells like piss and waste. No need to muck about in this filth longer; come along Roach."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

Time to move on. This town quickly outgrew The Witcher's pace. There were no monsters, no cards, no drinks left. He could only punch so many people without drawing signs or swords.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

At a bar, in a small village. He hoped to only refill his liquids and replenish his being. Instead he found himself in a gloved fist fight, shirtless and ignoring verbal taunts from a crowd.

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Give me some mead, you fuck."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Met more men that qualifies as monsters than trophies collected."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"I smell blood. Not good."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

@daftsaurian "Seen some strange and stranger things, never anything like this. Not of this universe, too alien for me. Don't think even the Grasses could help you in this situation."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

"Hm.. Shows signs of intelligence, despite being well armed.."

The Witcher said to himself under his breath, hand on his chin in thought. Pointing a gloved index finger up as if to get the lizardfolks attention.

"I can't say I've heard of transformation spells being reversed."

[Geralt of Rivia @TheRivian]

@daftsaurian Geralt winced at the slightest hint of dragon-scented maw, pinching his nose shut with his index and thumb. Gazing at the open mouth, he would certainly see the human face staring at him. Averting his vision to make eye contact again with Kaiman, he had a perplexed look.