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The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1)

Geralt and the Gwent Tournament

Chapter 1: Gwent Tournament

In the bustling city of Novigrad, where the scent of the sea mingled with the rich aromas of market stalls, an air of anticipation hung over the Grand Masters Gwent tournament. As the sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the narrow streets, players from all corners of the continent flocked to the prestigious event, their eyes gleaming with a fierce determination to claim the grand prize that awaited the triumphant victor.

The tournament, spanning over three exhilarating days, had drawn the attention of both seasoned professionals and ambitious newcomers alike, all vying for the substantial purse that awaited the ultimate champion. Within the confines of the grand hall of the Passiflora where the event was to be held, the unmistakable shuffling of cards and murmurs of strategy echoed off the walls, creating a backdrop that intensified as the hours ticked closer to the commencement of the games.

Among the throng of competitors stood Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher of legendary renown who bore the marks of a life steeped in peril. His steel-gray hair framed a face chiseled by countless battles. His yellow cat-like eyes, a result of his mutation, held a piercing gaze that unveiled he was a mutant. His fame, born of his enigmatic and vagabond nature, captivated the crowds.

As Geralt traversed the vast lands of The Continent, a lone warrior, taking on contracts to rid towns and villages of the ...

... monsters that plagued them, the mythology around him grew. The legend of Geralt of Rivia was a mosaic of contradictions, a reflection of the complexities that defined him. To some, he was a hero, a defender of the helpless; in a world where monsters destroyed villages and safe passage, Witchers were the answer, saving townsfolk and eliminating spectral threats. To others, he was a monster no different than the ones he hunted, a figure void of compassion with deeds bathed in money and blood. Geralt was known throughout the continent, far and wide, as a skilled fighter, a master of Gwent, and his notorious penchant for indulging in lecherous pleasures. His infamy became woven into the tales and songs that echoed through the taverns and villages of The Continent.

But Geralt was not interested in fame, he was on a quest to find Ciri, his adopted daughter imbued with powerful magical abilities. His intuition sensed she was in trouble, relentlessly pursued by the Wild Hunt, an otherworldly force with dark intentions. The spectral horde haunted Geralt’s dreams, he was determined to do whatever it took to protect Ciri from their clutches.

That is what brought him here to Novigrad. In an unexpected twist of fate, Geralt found himself forming an uneasy alliance with Emhyr var Emreis, the Emperor of the Nilfgaardian Empire…and Ciri's father. With a common goal to locate Ciri, Geralt found himself pulled into the political machinations of kings and kingdoms, a world far removed from ...