The child's skin, hitherto drenched in sweat, grew dry and hot, the pulse ceased to be full and firm - albeit remaining of average strength, slow rather than fast. This time a nose-bleed did ensue, coughing turned to vomiting, after which the male weakened entirely and became inert.įor two days more did symptoms not subside. Then he was once more given elixir through the vein and the seizure it did return. His breathing grew loud and hoarse sweat cold, clammy and malodorous appeared on his skin. ![]() His eyes took on a glassy gaze, incessantly with his hands did he clutch at clothing, or brandish them in the air as if desirous of catching a quill. Hitherto agitated by a sudden madness, he fell at once into deep stupor. On the third day all the children died save one, a male barely ten. Sorry for any confusion, peace and love x This story was originally called The Ridiculously Long (and eventually happy) life of Adair aep Riedbrune, however as the story grew from a oneshot during the Trial of the Grasses, into a full blown narrative it's become much more focused on the family and family connections of the witchers from the wolf school - hence the name change. ![]() ![]() I know that sounds heavy, but I do hope you enjoy the story.ĮDIT: name change. This chapter is about life before the attack at Kaer Morhen, and when it is complete, it will include: non graphic child abuse, non graphic child death, non references to human experimentation in the trials, elements of mind control (purposefully deadening emotions), mentions of slavery and prostitution (‘cause Nilfgaard are like that). I love the stories of the witcher, the world that Sapkowski created, but fuck me was I horrified to learn about the trials, the old witchers and the traditions of Kaer Morhen. I’m trigger warning the shit out of this.
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