The Witcher: Blood Origin

No!

No! Fucking fuckity fucking fucking fuck!

Aah!

Ah!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Fuck!

No! No!

Don't! No!

Oh…

Ooh… Oooh!

Wow. Wow, wow!

Ooh. Wow.

Well, this is weird.

Um…

All right. What…

Hello?

Nope, nothing?

Yaah… all right.

What do we do, Jaskier? What do we do in situations like this? We…

we revert to the basics.

Hello!

Hello!

-Hello, Sandpiper. -Aah! Aah…

This is new.

Uh, for the record, I'm not…

I'm not not into it.

Good-looking man, nice boots.

Am I dead?

Aah! Ow, ow!

Not dead.

I'm getting that.

So you… you are something else.

You're a Doppler.

No.

Not a Doppler.

What are you?

I am many things. Many faces. Many places.

-Then why do you look like me? -Because you love yourself.

I have other faces.

If you prefer.

Better?

Oh… Whoa…

Um…

Yep. Yeah.

Wonderful.

Why did you save me from the Temerians?

I need you to sing a story back to life.

We're related, you and I.

You're a bard. I am a storyteller.

Of a sort.

I beg to differ. You-- you are a time-stopping, shape-shifting,

probably-gonna-eat-me-without-salt at-some-point sort of storyteller.

I-- I'm just-- I'm just a man, with an admittedly… fun hat.

We're not the same. You're--

I slip between worlds and times, collecting forgotten stories.

I bring them back to life when the world needs them.

Are you sure you've got the right man for this?

Of course I am.

You're the Sandpiper.

Smuggler of elves to safety.

The Sandpiper's a name. It's a title. I'm just a bard.

A bard the Scoia'tael risked attacking a Temerian army camp to save.

They know you care for them. Their struggle for justice.

I do.

The Scoia'tael mean well,

but elfkind cannot win fuelled by pain and anger alone.

Hope is vital.

The elves need a story lost to time. One of the few who overcame the many.

The Story of the Seven.

The St… the Story of…

Let me guess.

A bunch of warriors join forces to fight against all odds.

It has been done to death.

Has it?

Seven estranged warriors who come together to fight an unstoppable empire,

bring humans and monsters to the world via the Conjunction of the Spheres,

and create the very first version of a witcher.

That's been done to death?

Uh…

No.

No, no, I've-- I've not heard that one, admittedly.

Wow!

That's very different.

Ooh!

This is really fun.

You're telling me that the first version of a witcher was a badass elf?

This is really gonna piss Geralt off.

All right.

Where do we start?

It all began twelve hundred years ago.

In the Elven golden era.

Before the arrival of humans and monsters in the world.

Six lone outcasts,

strangers to each other,

destined to be bound together in a blood quest.

Fjall of Dog Clan.

Scían of Ghost Tribe.

Brother Death.

The mages Zacaré and Syndril.

Meldof and her vengeful hammer, Gwen.

Soon to be led by the seventh.

The one they called the Lark.

Good morning. Alms for an ex-soldier?

Thank you.

Do they have music here?

Hasn't been music on the island in years.

Good luck.

You too.

Oh!

My.

Aren't you the pretty young bud?

I'd say you're ripe for flowering.

Ithlinne is not right, sir. She has fits.

Please, let her go. You can all drink for free.

Ma!

I'll fucking stop you! Fucking come on!

Sorry, friends.

Can't abide bad manners.

To the Lark!

The Lark!

Go on, you girl!

Go on!

Far south from Inis Dubh,

the newly crowned King Alvitir, determined to be seen amongst his people,

toured the lowborn streets,

despite the threat of assassins from other kingdoms.

Protect the king!

But first they would have to get through the royal protectors, Dog Clan.

And their greatest warrior…

…Fjall Stoneheart.

Princess!

I've got you.

Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Get back!

Get away!

Down!

Like I showed you.

Aah.

-Good? -Good.

Enter.

-Apologies. -It's all right, Fjall.

Decorum be damned.

Dog Clan sealed the palace.

No one's in or out until we find out who's behind this.

Now, I want you to hang on to this.

Just for now.

You saved us.

You saved me.

You saved yourself.

You've always been there when I've needed you.

It's my duty.

Well, we both know that it's more than that.

We agreed.

You might be able to forget, but I can't.

I haven't forgotten.

-If we'd have been caught-- -But we weren't.

Fjall, I nearly died today.

I won't die living a lie.

I was born to be your protector.

So protect me.

No markings on the assassins.

Captain Eredin is rounding up suspects for interrogation.

Eredin doesn't know his arse from his elbow.

Fuck him and his shiny army.

Where the fuck were they today when it counted?

Couldn't organize a ride in a brothel.

Where's Fjall?

Fuck.

Just kill me. Be done with it.

No. You need to suffer.

In disgrace.

New king, assassins waitin' in every shadow,

and you couldn't even keep control of your cock.

Thank the gods Kareg didn't live to see you betray your own clan.

I know you wished he returned from battle that day instead of me.

I never said that.

Didn't have to.

I've wished the same every day since.

I needed both of you by my side.

He was taken, and you were supposed to take over as chieftain.

But you betrayed your clan.

Your oath.

You betrayed me.

The border.

Aye.

Let's be done with it.

Fjall Stoneheart,

you have broken your oath as royal protector

and betrayed your birth clan.

You are hereby banished from Xin'trea.

Dog Clan disown you.

As do I.

You'll die forgotten. And unspoken.

Goodbye, Father.

Yah!

Shall I guess?

The Solryth Sagas.

Don't mock, brother.

You're obsessed. You need at least one friend who isn't a book.