Half-Giant and Half-Troll

Artur Was Dumbfounded To Find A Half-Giant and Half-Troll Before Him. His Mother Arguably Less So. "Why You Invade My Home?" Asks The Half-Breed. "Your Home? This My Isle! Ever Since The Ice Giant's ****, This Isle Has Been Reclaimed By The Island Folk, Who Now Serve Me. I Am Jarl Artur Of Undvikk, Beside Me Is My Mother, Philippa The Irritable." Says Artur As His Mother Raises an Eyeless Eyebrow. "You Pretty Ladies Son?" Asks The Half-Breed. "Mother, Let's Get The Trophy Hooks Ready." Says Artur. "With Pleasure!" Declares Philippa, As She Flares Magic and Artur Walks Up To The Half-Breed, and Stabs It In The Half-Troll and Half-Giant Testicles. The Half-Breed Howls In Pain, and Artur Puts His Weight Into Striking It's Leg With His Steel Sword. He Buries it More Than Halfway Through The Half-Breed's Leg, and The Blade Cracks. Philippa Uses Her Magic To Conjure Ethereal Tentacles To Restrain The Half-Breed, and Artur, Cracks His Knuckles. "This'll Hurt Tomorrow." Says Artur as He Punches The Half-Breed's Face.

Artur Pounds Into The Monsters Face Repeatedly, Each Time Hurting Like Crazy, Artur Finally Bludgeons The Half-Breed To **** With His Bare Hands. Hands Which A Numb and Screaming From Pain. The Half-Breed Falls With A Sickening Thud, But Philippa Uses The Magical Ethereal Tentacles To Snap It's Neck For Good Measure. Artur's Hands Are Too Sore To Even Twitch, So He Sends Himself Back To Get The Men Necessary To Heave The Beast Out. The Half-Breed Would Make A Fine Trophy Hung Before The Village Center.

Walking Out Of The Caves, Artur Finds Villagers Waiting Expectantly. "Send For The Healers. I Just Bludgeoned The Monster With Me Own Broken Hands." Says Artur Showing His Badly Injured Hands, Still Fresh With Blood, Both Monster and His Own. "Artur, Are You Okay?" Asks Ciri. "I'll Be Fine, Just Send Some Lads To Carry The Monster Out Of The Mines I Want It Hung In The Village Center As A Trophy To Undvikker Grit." Says Artur. "On It." Says Letho Heading Down Himself With Some Lads. Artur Takes A Seat As His Hands Become Less Numb and Warmer By The Fire Side. Men and Women Were Lined Up, Listening To His Tale Of Beating The Half-Troll, Half-Giant, Half-Monster into A Bloody and Gruesome ****. Afterwards, Men Started Calling Him Jarl Artur The Stonefist. But When Calling Became Shouting, and Shouting Became Chanting, and Chanting Became A Call To Arms, and Finally A Call To Arms Became A Rallying Cry, Artur Knew He'd Inspired His New People. The Clan an Vesemir Folk Set The Tale Into Song Immediately, While Artur Chose To Retire To His Personal Home, With Ciri, While His Hands Were Healed.

Sitting By The Fireside, Artur's Hands Were Bandaged, Bound, and Set In A Cast. Ida Had Healed Him With Magic As Best She Could, While Keira Had Given Him A Number Of Swallow and Maribor Forest Witcher Potions From His Gourd Belt, He Still Needed His Body To Heal With Time, As Well As Magic. Artur Was Being Fed By Ciri, She Fed Him A Leg Of Salted Pork, A Barrel Of Bitter Mead, and A Poached Egg Inside Toasted Bread. She Found The Situation Highly Amusing, Artur, Very Much Less So. But There Was A Happiness Between Them. Both Were Capable Of Bearing Children, and Both Were Long-Time Lovers, A Love Only Realised When Eredin Himself Struck Down Artur During The Final Battle. Artur Was Saved By Ciri Using Her Blood To Heal Him. Because He Was Carrier Of Both Latent and Activator Elder Genes, When Ciri's Elder Abilities Formed A Synchronised Nexus Of Energy Between Them, Artur Was Revived, and Likely Because Of His Numerous Trials Of The Grasses, He Developed A New Mutation in The Elder Blood Gene Sequence.

The New Mutation Was Called The Primordial Gene. Because Artur Had A King's Blood Inside Of Him, Which Was Born Of A Technical **** By His Mother, The Sorceress Philippa Eilhart, Back When Radovid Was The Very Definition of BARELY LEGAL AGED, and He Had A Number Of Elder Blood Bearing Ancestors His Blood and Witcher Mutations Reacted Violently and Strongly With Ciri's Genealogy Tree. The Result Was A Plethora Of Elder Blood Power, Artur Could Grip People By The Throat Several Metres Away without Touching Them, He Could Dangle Them Like Puppets and Make Them Strangle Themselves WITHOUT AXII! Or He Could Control The Very Weather Better Than Ermion and The Entire Druidic Circle Combined.

There Were Other More Chaotic Abilities, But Artur Hoped To Perfect Them Before Attempting A Practical Use. Artur and Ciri Were Officially Husband and Wife, But Artur Also Had A Well-Known Sexual Relationship With Queen Cerys, Cerys and Artur Were Not Married Per Se, But They Were Bound Together By Skellige Law. Ciri Might Be Artur's Wife, But Cerys Was Monarch and He Was The Male Version Of A Royal Concubine. A Few Knew That Ciri and Cerys Often Shared Artur's Bed TOGETHER! While Others Could Only Speculate. The Three Had Grown Up Together, and While Hjalmer and Ciri Had Once Wed, Cerys and Artur Had Been Screwing Right Beneath Crach's Nose. The Result? A Bastard Son. A Son, Artur Could Only Now Openly Claim As His Own, Now That Cerys Was Queen and He Jarl Of Undvikk.

The Boy Was Named Cracher an Craite, After Cerys Father. Artur and Cracher Had A Slightly Strained Relationship, But Things Were Getting Better Over Time. Artur Would Always Stop Short Of Expending His Seed Inside Ciri, Though Capable of Bearing Children and Not Much Of A Midwife, Artur Knew Any Such Childbirth Would Be Rather Difficult For The "Scrawny" Ciri. She Was Only Five Nine and had A Enticing Body When Stripped Down, But Artur Only Wanted Ciri To Be Able To Enjoy Having A Child. In A Few Years, Maybe They'd Try, Otherwise, Only an Impossibly Drunk Artur Would Impregnate Ciri Willingly.

Artur's Hands Were Sufficiently Healed and The Half-Breed Had Ben Magically Preserved and Stood In The Undvikk Village Center, A Monument To Undvikker Grit, and Artur's Stone Strong Fists. He Still Had Soreness Or The Occasional Bout Of Stiffness In Them, But As Time Went On, It Got Better and Easier. The Witcher School Was Coming Along Quite Nicely, The Bear School Of Skellige Was Quickly Gaining Renown For The General Helpfulness Of It's Recruits, and Their Studious and Sturdy Nature. Artur Kept The Witcher's New Citadel Surrounded By Lighting Storms, Gales, and Heavy Rain To Toughen Up Recruits and Provide Better Training Environments. Artur Also Kept A Magical Flame Burning Beneath The Half-Breeds Half-Cutoff Balls, The Flame Represented The Spirit Of The Undvikk Women. The Analogy Was Clear, "Fuck With An Undvikk Women, and She'll Burn Your Balls Off".

Artur Meanwhile Walked Around Undvikk, Arm-In-Arm With Ciri. Undvikk Folk Greeted Their Jarl and Jarlessa, Wished Them Long Lives, Many Children, and Eternal Happiness. They Came To The Site Of The Farms Artur Had Commanded Be Created. "Not The Best Farms Are They?" Asks Ciri. "No, But The Soil Isn't Very Rich Either. I've An Idea, Gather The Villagers and The Other Witchers In My Hall. I'll Explain There." Says Artur Leaving To Inspect The Lumber Yards.

Artur Sat In His Chair, Beside Ciri and Beside Cerys, Who Was Visiting. "I've Found A Solution To Our Soil Problem, I'll Need Help From My Witcher Brethren and The Druids. Prepare For A Fiery Sea Of Ash" Says Artur With A Grin.