The sound of howling filled the air as the humidity created a soft fog within the trees. The stories here were definitely interesting and yet, the Witcher didn't hear a sound, not even a whisper. Either he wasn't close or something had happened during his absence. Tightening his armor's straps, the Witcher quickly took a knee by the nearby water source, a small pond that had small lily pads and frogs crooking in the distance. Three men followed suit as each took a knee and waited for
Artis to taste the waters. Once he did, he waited for only a few moments before speaking in a hushed tone,
"Water needs to be filtered before drinking..tastes like hag pi$$."The three soldiers nodded softly before one pulled out his duffle bag made of different fur pelts and leather. the white haired man stood up, fixing the strap of his sheathed blade back over his shoulder before looking out into the distance, trying to see if this contract had left any footprints. Pulling out the piece of paper, the Witcher groaned as his golden, wolf-like eyes stared down at the contract order against a
griffin. Dark fur around the neck and a nasty temper, this griffin had been attacking the nearby village and eating their sheep herd. Putting the contract away in his bag, the golden eyed hunter looked back toward his squad as one held onto the rope tight that lead a small yet fluffy sheep looking back at the Witcher, letting out a soft baah noise. No emotion escaped his face but the other members of the squad let off a small chuckle before the scientist of the group finished his work. Using a filtering contraption, the soldier had made four full water containers of purified water. The Witcher was handed one which he took softly before placing it into his bag as he spoke up,
"Lets go..there is no time to waste.."The rest of the squad nodded their heads before they packed up everything, following behind the Witcher. A few hours went by as the dusk sky was slowly arriving. The skies were the color of fire as the orange horizon could be seen in the distance. In front of the horizon stood the sheep tied on a post as the squad waited within the trees. The clearing was large enough for the griffin to land but it was only going to take it's sweet time and it doesn't help that the pungent smell of the bait was making one of the soldiers stomach hurt. This was however necessary as from out of nowhere, a large griffin slams it's back legs against the ground, slamming it's front paws onto the ground before looking straight at the griffin. The Witcher smirked as he waited, the YRDIN Spell was placed perfectly as the griffin got close. With this, YRDIN was set as the griffin was slowed down to a ridiculous degree. This gave the sheep enough time to break the rope before running out of the danger just as the squad emerged from their hiding locations around the griffin. It was time.
The soldiers quickly pulled out their crossbows and fired as quickly as possible, shooting arrows with rope attached straight into the griffin's wings before grabbing onto the rope to keep the griffin still, even using the trees to help. The Witcher groaned as he knew that there wasn't much time to waste as quickly used his QUEN Sign to create a magical barrier around himself to help him not get hurt before rushing straight toward the side. The griffin howled out toward the orange sky as it's screeching noise hurt the eardrums of the soldiers and yet they still held on tight. One of the soldiers yelled out,"DO IT NOW,
ARTIS!"
"Shut up..", the Witcher spoke softly with his rough english accent in which no one could hear him but he knew that he would gladly speak up louder if they were to annoy him anymore. Pulling out his b*****d sword, the silver blade shining from the sun's light,
Artis quickly spun around before using the freshly sharpened blade straight upwards, cutting the jugular vein of the vicious creature. Blood splattered on the overgrown grass as
Artis pulled out his cleaning rap with a specific cleaning oil within it, cleaning his blade from the blood splattered on it. He didn't care however that he had blood splattered on himself but the blade, the blade needed to be perfected. The soldiers yelled out in excitement that they had defeated the griffin with ease before high five-ing each other.
Artis just shook his head before looking over at one of the soldiers,
"Get everything prepared, soldier..""Yes sir", the smallest soldier spoke up before pulling out his axe before beginning to cut off the head while the others skinned the large griffin.
Artis only groaned as he placed the mouth piece of his pipe between his lips, lighting it using his IGNI spell to light up the crushed tobacco leafs within the pipe. Breathing in softly, the Witcher looked up toward the orange sky as he remembered everything that had happened. Thirteen Years in this hell hole and still nothing truly happened. In this place, time just stood still and yet the sun still rises and falls everyday.
Once the soldiers were done with the skinning and the head was cut off,
Artis and the others whistled out as their horses arrived. Using the rope strapped around the griffin's head, the Witcher only sighed before placing the trophy onto his own saddle before getting onto his own horse. The night was about to arrive as the soldiers, lead by the Witcher Diamond Dog, rushed off toward the contract holder, get their coin, then head back toward their base of operations.
