![]() Tristan couldn’t blame them - the bog was said to be haunted, cursed, home only to witches, ghosts and monsters. Animal sounds had started to become scarcer the deeper the rode in, settlements and signs of human activity even more so. Tristan steered Almond around a wide dip along the half-abandoned dirt road that led to the swamps, his senses perked up for any possible threat. The ground had already started becoming slippery a good way back, after they had left Downwarren, the only village in that area whose occupants still dared to live that close to the bog. The acrid smell of drowner blood and the stale, murky waters of Crookback bog reached Tristan’s nostrils several hours before the low reaching branches of the marsh trees rolled into view. This is the second part of the prequel fic I’ve written for the as-yet-untitled Witcher AU my beloved friendo and I have been working on! I hope you enjoy :) They say that destiny is inexorable. Tristan is starting to see the wisdom in that saying. That is where he meets Dorian Pavus, lead sorcerer and advisor to the crown of Nilfgaard, and his life as he knows it changes for good. It is curiosity more than anything that leads him to Emperor Emhyr var Emreis’s court. Summary: Tristan of Toussaint is a witcher, his life dedicated to following the Path of the Viper. Keep reading dorian pavus dorian pavus art pavelyan dorian x trevelyan dorian x inquisitor dorian/inquisitor dorian/trevelyan dorian pavus fic dragon age fanfiction dragon age inquisition dorian x tristan trevelyan tristan trevelyan a world with you johaerys writes johaerys draws And now I’m paying for it, he thought with a scowl. There was no end to the duties he had to take care off before leaving for Crestwood, so he had decided to make the best of his lack of sleep. He had rolled out of bed well before day break once more, the grey rays of the early morning sun slithering up the eastern mountain range, a sword’s edge along the horizon. He leaned back on his plush armchair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a soft exhale. The pitcher of mulled, watered-down wine next to it was thoroughly empty. The stack of reports on Tristan’s desk was almost a foot high. The bright light streaming in through the wide windows of his quarters was half blinding. ![]() ![]() One would think that a mission like that would be simple enough, but when is anything ever simple? The gang travels to Crestwood to meet Hawke’s Warden contact. A World With You, Chapter 22: Skies Of Autumn
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