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The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... diarrhea. “No... what do you want? Money! I am a nobleman... I have money!”

The Reaver leader's disgust is only heightened by the sight before him, but it does not deter his determination. With a swift motion, the Reaver leader's sword lunges forward, striking true. Sir Eyck, weakened by his cursed affliction and overwhelmed by his own bodily mess, proves no match for the merciless Reaver leader.

The Reaver leader lunged forward, his sword held high, his intent clear. Despite Sir Eyck's pleas and feeble attempts to defend himself, the Reaver leader is driven by his disdain for the nobleman's entitled demeanor and his desire to dismantle the oppressive system that has caused so much suffering. As Sir Eyck's body crumples to the ground, the Reaver leader stands over him, a triumphant yet somber figure. The nobleman lies defeated, his arrogance shattered, and his privileged life extinguished.

He gathers his group of hunters and they depart before the rest of the camp awakes. Damn, the rest of these fools. He was determined to take all treasure and glory of defeating the dragon for himself.

ACT 5: Death Comes for Us All

In the morning, the team discovered Sir Eyck's lifeless body laying in a puddle of his own shit. The teams knew that the Reavers, who had left camp early, were responsible for his death. The team, now aware of the Reavers' treachery, follows the dwarves' lead as they embark on a harrowing shortcut through unstable canyons and along a narrow trail ...

... against the windy mountainside towards the dragon's lair.

The narrow canyons stretch upward, their walls towering above, casting long shadows over the adventurers. As they navigate the rugged landscape, loose rocks dislodge from the steep cliffs, tumbling down perilously close to the group. The air is filled with the sound of echoing clatters and the distant rumble of rocks crashing against each other.

As the path opens up to the mountain's cliff face the team observes the treacherous section before them suspended over a sheer cliff. The precarious pathway clinging to the sheer mountainside with only thin rotting boards supported by metal stakes hammered into the granite cliff-faced wall. Beneath them, the depth below was shrouded in mist, concealing the true extent of the precipice.

As they proceed, the air is thick with tension, and the creaking planks beneath their weight serve as a constant reminder of the danger they face. The dwarves, being lighter and more nimble, deftly maneuver across the path, seemingly unfazed by the treacherous conditions. Their steps are confident and assured, making the daunting journey appear almost effortless.

Jaskier, on the other hand, is a bundle of nerves, his eyes wide with fear and his laughter a nervous release of tension. He mutters comical remarks about the absurdity of crossing such a precarious path, his voice wavering with a mixture of unease and lightheartedness.

Geralt, aware of the urgency and the risks involved, ...