The final expansion for The Witcher 3, "Blood and Wine", is coming up in 2 days, so I thought I’d prepare a bit with a little Sunday Morning Stroll through the war-torn land of Velen with our trusty fellow, Geralt:
I booted up my second playthrough (not the one I’ll be playing the expansion with, but one that’s now 1/3 through the game (just about to enter Novigrad)), where I’m now running around, tying up loose ends and exploring the wilds of Velen before I wave goodbye for good.
First, I start in the Nilfgaardian military camp, all the way south east of the map (Brief lore summary: Nilfgaard and Redania are at war here, Nilfgaard to the south, Redania to the north. Neither are particularly good people.). My business there was all done, though, so I begin setting my course northward in search of quests and whatever else.
I start following the path, but am quickly led astray by a series of inconspicuous houses off to the side. Jotting closer on my horse Roach, I see there’s an Earth Elemental guarding them. It’s way stronger than me at the moment, so I flee the other way real quick, only to discover something strange up in the horizon.
To me, it first looked like a Portal of some kind. So, naturally, I needed to investigate.
I ran straight towards, it, only stumbling against some wolves on the way, and before I knew it, I was sorely disappointed.
It wasn’t a Portal. It wasn’t even magical. Just… a ruined Bastion.
Oh well, there was treasure there so I wasn’t entirely let down. Also, look at that sunrise:
Anyway, here’s where the misfortune began striking our dear Geralt. Climbing up to the top of the ruin, we found ourselves here:
Then Geralt said. “Long way down.” Right as I stopped there. And looked down the abyss. So I thought, “maybe there’s more treasure down there?” And I jumped.
Hm. Then I reloaded the save of me standing right up there again, and somehow I went through the ground, landing awkwardly, but safely, on a ledge on the well, before falling all the way down the pit.
But since I had landed halfway down I didn’t die this time. Instead, I hit the bottom.
Which turned out to not be the stone:
I mean, it’s the game’s own fault for drawing attention to the hole, really. I blame the game.
So I had to reload the save again, and carefully, carefully, step away from the hole.
Down again, I ventured on, fought a few more things until I found myself along the edge of the lake to the west of there (don’t remember the name, sorry).
And I just wanted to take a nice screenshot when—
I fought them with a vengeance from the safety of horseback, until they were all down. Then I inspected their camp and found this:
They had looted a painters’ stash?! And ruined my image?! Man, these guys had no appreciation for art.
A Witcher needs to take his images. It’s important to the craft, or something.
Anyways, more happened, but not much of particular interest. I rode over a bridge both forwards and backwards, fought a gravehag, and had trouble finding the gravekeeper in Lindenvale. But I’ll leave you here, waiting in anticipation, eagerly for Blood and Wine to release.
Also, I managed to do this without showing Geralt's face once! He really is camera shy. Who knew?
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