章節 504: What are you?

Geralt nods with a grunt and looks around at the new faces in the room, "Are any of you familiar with siege warfare?" he asks.

Kuretz who's currently leaning against the wall with arms crossed shrugs, "Siegeing? No. Being sieged? Yup, but I think our version would probably not apply to you guys."

Lambert "Why's that? Think we're not as good as you?" he asks sarcastically.

Kuretz shakes his head, "No... It's just that we'd run at the enemies and fight to the death until they backed off. Perks of being immortal."

Vesemir "Yes... Reima said something about that, how far does it extend?"

Talem "We can die, but we will return back to life not long after in perfect condition. Well.. Except for our mental states which remain fractured for some Prospects you have already seen."

Vesemir nods, but Yennefer adds her own thoughts. "They look like those that'd been tortured to insanity by magic, perhaps there is some way to remedy this?"

Dumbledore who's standing nearby comment, "Perhaps someone skilled in Legillimency could delve into their minds and try to rectify the problem?"

Reima "That's all well and good but how on earth would you even do something like that? The mind isn't simple and even I who actually knows what kind of magic you speak of doesn't have any idea how you'd achieve that."

Dumbledore strokes his beard, "It was just a suggestion, as you know we Wizards are horribly under-prepared to deal with mental afflictions."

Yennefer "Unfortunately we Sorceresses have a similar problem, lacking any delicate way to remedy those kinds of problems. The best we have are Oneiromancers and the like."

Triss "How about you.. Big Hat Logan? Reima said you are regarded as "Legendary" surely you must have something useful?"

Logan scratches his beard, "Unfortunately most of my magics are offensive, though I'd like to expand my horizons with this worlds magic."

Reima "Let's leave this topic for another time, for now giving them the already established treatment will mend their minds eventually. For now we need to focus on defending against the Wild Hunt. How're the Elves getting on with repairing Kaer Morhen Vesemir?" he asks.

Vesemir "They're fantastic creatures, the walls are almost completely repaired and are probably stronger than they ever were before. Not only that but they've completed cleared the keep of dust, mould and anything else unwanted."

Ermion "Reima, you had said they were enslaved to you? Would it be possible to purchase some for the Isles of Skellige?" he asks.

Reima shakes his head, "For all intents and purposes they are free to do as they wish, they only serve me because I saved them. Forcing them somewhere else would be similar to torture for House Elves. Anyway, how is Roche and Ves doing with those traps?"

Geralt "They're exhausted but one step into the forest and I almost found myself skewered by a trap." he states.

Reima "Any signs of the enemy yet?"

Yennefer "Yes, I could feel them observing us with magic before you arrived. I managed to dispel it but they know our location and are probably mobilising their forces."

Reima "Are you ready to create the shield?"

Yennefer nods, "With Albus we'll have half a day of protection against the winds of the White Frost."

Geralt "We should talk about how we station people... I'm assuming the Prospects don't mind dying?"

Talem "They mind it but for a situation such as this it isn't too big an ask."

Geralt nods, "Then, we should use them as scouts and assassins when they starts teleporting in. Are the Prospects strong?"

Reima nods, "All the Prospects have tens or probably even hundreds of years of combat experience, they won't be weaker than your average Wraith. These three used to be able to give me trouble."

Risryn "Used?" she asks challengingly.

Solaire "I assume this was before you became a God?"

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Lambert "Right, now you guys are pulling my leg. This kid being a god? I don't even know what that'd mean."

Rhea "Hold your tongue or it'll be cut out for speaking such heresy!" she exclaims, causing the room to go silent.

Reima "Rhea, what did I say earlier?" he asks with a grave tone of voice.

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Reima sighs, "Go outside and wait with Anastacia while we try and sort this out... I'll have a chat with you later." he tells her, she reluctantly leaves all the while glaring at Lambert.

Lambert "You've got yourself some crazy girls Reima." he says but notices a few glares from said "Girls", "Er, no offence" he says with an awkward smile.

Solaire "Our world seems incredibly different to this one, gods used to rule ours with an iron fist. They branded all of humanity with a curse they'd only now escaped with Reima's help, though it will result in the world ending because of his actions... Fortunately everyone still alive or sane enough to fear the end had been brought here."

Arie "That doesn't explain your claims that he's now a god." he says, wondering what else Reima had be doing while he was gone.

Dumbledore "Beg my pardon but I've witnessed Mr Ludvig use power that regular people simply shouldn't possess, the ability to devour souls being one..."

Reima just sits back and watches everyone try and decipher what he actually is... Eventually he decides to interject and explain. "Look, I became a "God" after I absorbed the souls of the God of Death, Cinder, Chaos and Darkness."

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Solaire nods, "Most were Jolly good fights as well my friend!" he says while slapping his bicep. "It's unfortunate I wasn't around to see the owner of the Dark Soul's demise."

Reima shrugs, "The entire situation wasn't a pretty affair... If you wanna hear more about it go and talk to Ciaran, she was there."

Solaire nods, "She's never spoken of Oolacile, I didn't broach the subject as I thought it was a sore subject."