Chapter 516: What time is it? Drinking time!
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Reima/Geralt "That's enough!..." the shout, both giving each other a weird look.
Reima "What's up with you two? We've just won a war and you're already clawing at each others throats." he says.
Risryn nods, "My apologies." she says with a small bow.
Ciri scowls, "She started it." she states. The indignant feelings she'd be suffering throughout the battle bubbling up again, the fact that she was unable to fight with everyone was seriously getting to her and it took all her willpower not to run out of the keep to join the fight.
Geralt shakes his head, "Even if that were true there is no reason to continue." he says which has Ciri huffing and walking away to Vesemir who's currently got a smile while talking with Quelina.
Vesemir "So you want me to teach you further child?"
Quelina "Will you?" she asks excitedly.
Ciri "Vesemir?"
Vesemir "Hm, yes Ciri?"
Ciri "Which room is Avallac'h resting in?" she asks.
Vesemir "Second to last floor, forth door on the right... Why? The Elf is still exhausted from having the curse afflicting him lifted."
Ciri "I just need to speak with him about some things."
Vesemir "Well... I don't think he's in a good enough state to talk to anyone right now... Wait til tomorrow and I'll take you up while I give him some herbs."
Ciri sighs and nods, "Okay, thanks Vesemir." she says and walks off to find Hjalmar.
Geralt "Reima, I heard from your friend that you have some drinks stocked somewhere?"
Reima nods "Yeah, why?"
Geralt "Zoltan wanted to celebrate but doesn't have enough drinks for everyone." he says.
Reima looks around and spots Zoltan talking with Kuretz animatedly., he walks over with Geralt.
Zoltan "So, me and the boys started a sellin jewellery. Dwarves have dexterous fingers you know, good for intricate stuff."
Kuretz nods, "I never really saw the point of wearing gems and gold, seems all a bit superfluous to me. Though if it makes money then who am I to judge?" he says with a small chuckle.
Reima calls out to them with a wave, "Yo. I heard you wanted some drinks?"
Zoltan nods, "What's a celebration without a few pints?"
Kuretz grins "I like this guy already."
Reima "I've got more than enough for everyone, plus I owe you for that whisky you gave me last time." he says as he walks over to the keep with the others following him. Once inside he retrieves a portion of all the alcohol he'd "borrowed" from London. Wines, Whiskies, Vodka's, Gin's, Brandies and beers. He rested drinks of all kinds on the floor which immediately had Kuretz and Zoltan rifling through them.
Kuretz pulls out a bottle of Vodka and looks at it for a while before taking off the plastic lid, removing his mask and taking a whiff. "Smells of nothing.." he states, handing it to Zoltan.
Zoltan takes a big whiff and wrinkles his nose, "It may not smell of much but it's burning the 'airs from me nostrils. That's some strong stuff!" he says.
Kuretz "Well? What are we waiting for, drinks all around!" he exclaims, with Reima nodding.
Zoltan "Eh, slow down a moment lad. A celebration isn't all about boozin, it requires good food, company and atmosphere."
Reima and Kuretz look at eachother with dull looks, honestly both were just looking to drink and catch up with everyone.
Zoltan "I don't suppose you have any tables in that magic hat of yours Reima?" he asks sarcastically.
Reima shrugs and waves his hand, causing a table to appear out of no-where, the ornate wood making it look fit for a king.
Zoltan looks at it wide eyed and back at Reima, "Ye should warn me if you're gonna do that, almost shocked the life outta me... I guess we've got tables then, let's go set em up outside and start a couple fires. Kaer Morhen lacks drinks but we got food aplenty!"
Outside the Pyromancers were hanging out with the huge amount of Prospects, there were so many that most were waiting outside the walls for whatever their leaders had planned. Most had wanted to help clear out the bodies but were incredibly confused when they starting magically disappearing.
Eventually a large amount of tables were set up outside the walls of Kaer Morhen, large bonfires were lit and the House Elves had already started to prepare food. Risryn, Kuretz and Talem were taking the masks off of the Prospects that wished to drink, eat and celebrate with everyone else. The Pyromancers were already in good spirits as they remembered the parties Reima used to throw in the Demon ruins.
The allies Geralt had helped gather were all pretty intrigued by Reima's and quickly started conversations with them. The mages with those who were knowledgeable in magical crafts while the warriors and Witchers talked with the Prospects.
The sky was starting to dim as the drinks were given out, Reima was sat at a table with Risryn, Quelaag, Priscilla, Solaire, Dusk and Nerissa. Most were curious as to where he had gone after he left their respective worlds and were interested in the stories he had to tell. Risryn was surprised by the world of Dark Souls and by the similarities in their situations. Being unable to die at the whims of the powerful. Everyone was very surprised when she felt comfortable enough to take her mask off and start to drink. Her cute face, blue eyes and black hair not connecting with how they'd thought she'd look.
The group takes a shot of Vodka together and Risryn leans forward to ask, "So, did you really kill a god? How strong were they?"
Reima "Well, their strength varies... Nito was strong but Solaire did most of the work there, same thing with Gwyn who was probably the strongest aside from Manus."
Solaire "Manus was it's name?" he asks.
Reima nods, "Yeah, it was a huge creature that was able to cast dark sorceries."
Solaire "Like those creatures you created to fight for you?"
Reima nods, "I only learned to do that recently."
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Reima/Geralt "That's enough!..." the shout, both giving each other a weird look.
Reima "What's up with you two? We've just won a war and you're already clawing at each others throats." he says.
Risryn nods, "My apologies." she says with a small bow.
Ciri scowls, "She started it." she states. The indignant feelings she'd be suffering throughout the battle bubbling up again, the fact that she was unable to fight with everyone was seriously getting to her and it took all her willpower not to run out of the keep to join the fight.
Geralt shakes his head, "Even if that were true there is no reason to continue." he says which has Ciri huffing and walking away to Vesemir who's currently got a smile while talking with Quelina.
Vesemir "So you want me to teach you further child?"
Quelina "Will you?" she asks excitedly.
Ciri "Vesemir?"
Vesemir "Hm, yes Ciri?"
Ciri "Which room is Avallac'h resting in?" she asks.
Vesemir "Second to last floor, forth door on the right... Why? The Elf is still exhausted from having the curse afflicting him lifted."
Ciri "I just need to speak with him about some things."
Vesemir "Well... I don't think he's in a good enough state to talk to anyone right now... Wait til tomorrow and I'll take you up while I give him some herbs."
Ciri sighs and nods, "Okay, thanks Vesemir." she says and walks off to find Hjalmar.
Geralt "Reima, I heard from your friend that you have some drinks stocked somewhere?"
Reima nods "Yeah, why?"
Geralt "Zoltan wanted to celebrate but doesn't have enough drinks for everyone." he says.
Reima looks around and spots Zoltan talking with Kuretz animatedly., he walks over with Geralt.
Zoltan "So, me and the boys started a sellin jewellery. Dwarves have dexterous fingers you know, good for intricate stuff."
Kuretz nods, "I never really saw the point of wearing gems and gold, seems all a bit superfluous to me. Though if it makes money then who am I to judge?" he says with a small chuckle.
Reima calls out to them with a wave, "Yo. I heard you wanted some drinks?"
Zoltan nods, "What's a celebration without a few pints?"
Kuretz grins "I like this guy already."
Reima "I've got more than enough for everyone, plus I owe you for that whisky you gave me last time." he says as he walks over to the keep with the others following him. Once inside he retrieves a portion of all the alcohol he'd "borrowed" from London. Wines, Whiskies, Vodka's, Gin's, Brandies and beers. He rested drinks of all kinds on the floor which immediately had Kuretz and Zoltan rifling through them.
Kuretz pulls out a bottle of Vodka and looks at it for a while before taking off the plastic lid, removing his mask and taking a whiff. "Smells of nothing.." he states, handing it to Zoltan.
Zoltan takes a big whiff and wrinkles his nose, "It may not smell of much but it's burning the 'airs from me nostrils. That's some strong stuff!" he says.
Kuretz "Well? What are we waiting for, drinks all around!" he exclaims, with Reima nodding.
Zoltan "Eh, slow down a moment lad. A celebration isn't all about boozin, it requires good food, company and atmosphere."
Reima and Kuretz look at eachother with dull looks, honestly both were just looking to drink and catch up with everyone.
Zoltan "I don't suppose you have any tables in that magic hat of yours Reima?" he asks sarcastically.
Reima shrugs and waves his hand, causing a table to appear out of no-where, the ornate wood making it look fit for a king.
Zoltan looks at it wide eyed and back at Reima, "Ye should warn me if you're gonna do that, almost shocked the life outta me... I guess we've got tables then, let's go set em up outside and start a couple fires. Kaer Morhen lacks drinks but we got food aplenty!"
Outside the Pyromancers were hanging out with the huge amount of Prospects, there were so many that most were waiting outside the walls for whatever their leaders had planned. Most had wanted to help clear out the bodies but were incredibly confused when they starting magically disappearing.
Eventually a large amount of tables were set up outside the walls of Kaer Morhen, large bonfires were lit and the House Elves had already started to prepare food. Risryn, Kuretz and Talem were taking the masks off of the Prospects that wished to drink, eat and celebrate with everyone else. The Pyromancers were already in good spirits as they remembered the parties Reima used to throw in the Demon ruins.
The allies Geralt had helped gather were all pretty intrigued by Reima's and quickly started conversations with them. The mages with those who were knowledgeable in magical crafts while the warriors and Witchers talked with the Prospects.
The sky was starting to dim as the drinks were given out, Reima was sat at a table with Risryn, Quelaag, Priscilla, Solaire, Dusk and Nerissa. Most were curious as to where he had gone after he left their respective worlds and were interested in the stories he had to tell. Risryn was surprised by the world of Dark Souls and by the similarities in their situations. Being unable to die at the whims of the powerful. Everyone was very surprised when she felt comfortable enough to take her mask off and start to drink. Her cute face, blue eyes and black hair not connecting with how they'd thought she'd look.
The group takes a shot of Vodka together and Risryn leans forward to ask, "So, did you really kill a god? How strong were they?"
Reima "Well, their strength varies... Nito was strong but Solaire did most of the work there, same thing with Gwyn who was probably the strongest aside from Manus."
Solaire "Manus was it's name?" he asks.
Reima nods, "Yeah, it was a huge creature that was able to cast dark sorceries."
Solaire "Like those creatures you created to fight for you?"
Reima nods, "I only learned to do that recently."
Reima/Geralt "That's enough!..." the shout, both giving each other a weird look.Reima "What's up with you two? We've just won a war and you're already clawing at each others throats." he says.Risryn nods, "My apologies." she says with a small bow.Ciri scowls, "She started it." she states. The indignant feelings she'd be suffering throughout the battle bubbling up again, the fact that she was unable to fight with everyone was seriously getting to her and it took all her willpower not to run out of the keep to join the fight.Geralt shakes his head, "Even if that were true there is no reason to continue." he says which has Ciri huffing and walking away to Vesemir who's currently got a smile while talking with Quelina.Vesemir "So you want me to teach you further child?"Quelina "Will you?" she asks excitedly.Ciri "Vesemir?"Vesemir "Hm, yes Ciri?"Ciri "Which room is Avallac'h resting in?" she asks.Vesemir "Second to last floor, forth door on the right... Why? The Elf is still exhausted from having the curse afflicting him lifted."Ciri "I just need to speak with him about some things."Vesemir "Well... I don't think he's in a good enough state to talk to anyone right now... Wait til tomorrow and I'll take you up while I give him some herbs."Ciri sighs and nods, "Okay, thanks Vesemir." she says and walks off to find Hjalmar.Geralt "Reima, I heard from your friend that you have some drinks stocked somewhere?"Reima nods "Yeah, why?"Geralt "Zoltan wanted to celebrate but doesn't have enough drinks for everyone." he says.Reima looks around and spots Zoltan talking with Kuretz animatedly., he walks over with Geralt.Zoltan "So, me and the boys started a sellin jewellery. Dwarves have dexterous fingers you know, good for intricate stuff."Kuretz nods, "I never really saw the point of wearing gems and gold, seems all a bit superfluous to me. Though if it makes money then who am I to judge?" he says with a small chuckle.Reima calls out to them with a wave, "Yo. I heard you wanted some drinks?"Zoltan nods, "What's a celebration without a few pints?"Kuretz grins "I like this guy already."Reima "I've got more than enough for everyone, plus I owe you for that whisky you gave me last time." he says as he walks over to the keep with the others following him. Once inside he retrieves a portion of all the alcohol he'd "borrowed" from London. Wines, Whiskies, Vodka's, Gin's, Brandies and beers. He rested drinks of all kinds on the floor which immediately had Kuretz and Zoltan rifling through them.Kuretz pulls out a bottle of Vodka and looks at it for a while before taking off the plastic lid, removing his mask and taking a whiff. "Smells of nothing.." he states, handing it to Zoltan.Zoltan takes a big whiff and wrinkles his nose, "It may not smell of much but it's burning the 'airs from me nostrils. That's some strong stuff!" he says.Kuretz "Well? What are we waiting for, drinks all around!" he exclaims, with Reima nodding.Zoltan "Eh, slow down a moment lad. A celebration isn't all about boozin, it requires good food, company and atmosphere."Reima and Kuretz look at eachother with dull looks, honestly both were just looking to drink and catch up with everyone.Zoltan "I don't suppose you have any tables in that magic hat of yours Reima?" he asks sarcastically.Reima shrugs and waves his hand, causing a table to appear out of no-where, the ornate wood making it look fit for a king.Zoltan looks at it wide eyed and back at Reima, "Ye should warn me if you're gonna do that, almost shocked the life outta me... I guess we've got tables then, let's go set em up outside and start a couple fires. Kaer Morhen lacks drinks but we got food aplenty!"Outside the Pyromancers were hanging out with the huge amount of Prospects, there were so many that most were waiting outside the walls for whatever their leaders had planned. Most had wanted to help clear out the bodies but were incredibly confused when they starting magically disappearing.Eventually a large amount of tables were set up outside the walls of Kaer Morhen, large bonfires were lit and the House Elves had already started to prepare food. Risryn, Kuretz and Talem were taking the masks off of the Prospects that wished to drink, eat and celebrate with everyone else. The Pyromancers were already in good spirits as they remembered the parties Reima used to throw in the Demon ruins.The allies Geralt had helped gather were all pretty intrigued by Reima's and quickly started conversations with them. The mages with those who were knowledgeable in magical crafts while the warriors and Witchers talked with the Prospects.The sky was starting to dim as the drinks were given out, Reima was sat at a table with Risryn, Quelaag, Priscilla, Solaire, Dusk and Nerissa. Most were curious as to where he had gone after he left their respective worlds and were interested in the stories he had to tell. Risryn was surprised by the world of Dark Souls and by the similarities in their situations. Being unable to die at the whims of the powerful. Everyone was very surprised when she felt comfortable enough to take her mask off and start to drink. Her cute face, blue eyes and black hair not connecting with how they'd thought she'd look.The group takes a shot of Vodka together and Risryn leans forward to ask, "So, did you really kill a god? How strong were they?"Reima "Well, their strength varies... Nito was strong but Solaire did most of the work there, same thing with Gwyn who was probably the strongest aside from Manus."Solaire "Manus was it's name?" he asks.Reima nods, "Yeah, it was a huge creature that was able to cast dark sorceries."Solaire "Like those creatures you created to fight for you?"Reima nods, "I only learned to do that recently."
