Chapter 1: Sudden Awakening
"AAAAAAAHHHH!"
'Thud'
"Man,when I get my hands on whoever placed that portal,they're gonna wish they were swimming with drowners," said Vethi as he got up after falling out of a portal 20 feet in the air. He looked around to try to gain some bearings as to where he was. Snow covered the ground up to the ankle, the trees glistened in the sunlight with the blindingly white snow, and the mountain range in the distance looked spectacularly tall. As beautiful as the landscape was, he could not recognize any of the landmarks.
"Well, I definately ain't in Nilfgaard anymore. Looks like I ended up in Skellige somehow. Got to look around. Find some locals and ask for directions," muttered Vethi under his breath. Using his witcher senses, he found an old track left presumably by humans and started following it.
Vethi, a witcher from the School of the Cat, was carrying out a contract from a village ealdorman to wipe out whatever menace it was that was harrasing his little hamlet and killing off any brave enough trying to kill to whatever monstrosity was behind it. Vethi followed the tracks of previous hunters and aspiring heroes to a cave about half a mile southeast of the town to cave. Inside, he found signs of an ekimmara, a dangerous vampire that had been luring people from the village to it's cave and ambushing them in the dark. He slew the vampire with the help of some cat, blizzard and vampire oil. After grabbing a trophy, he started making his way back outside, when he began to hear a low humming sound.
Always the curious type, he started to look around for the source of the noise. He saw a very dim light coming from a tunnel and instinctually walked towards it,and the closer he got, the louder the noise became. The tunnel was a barely tall enough for him to stand in and so narrow he had to walk sideways to fit inside. The tunnel stayed so for a good 15 feet, all the while the noise getting louder, and the light becoming brighter. Eventually he began to feel a weird feeling and his medallion started humming.
"There's magic about. Maybe a portal. Would explain the light and noise. Wonder where it-"
Before he could finish the sentence, and before he could realize he had stepped into the portal, he vanished.

Chapter 2: Silver for Monsters
Vethi had been following the footprints for almost an hour when he noticed something in the distance. A hut. He started to walk slowly now, pleased that he had found signs of people and, hopefully, help. As soon as he walked up to the door of the hut, he knocked on the door.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked Vethi loudly. He waited a while before growing impatient and simply pushed the door open. "Hm. Strange. Door isn't locked. Should look around some. Something's not right." He stepped inside and saw that the place was trashed. "Seems like there was a fight here recently. Gotta search around, see where the home owners are at." Using his witcher senses once again, he searched around the room. He saw signs of a fight all over the living room. Tables and chairs were knocked over, plates were smashed, and utensils were strewn all over the place: and one particular fork that had blood on it. He picked it up and inspected it. "Seems to be silver. Prongs are bent. Someone used this to try to fight off whatever attacked them," Vethi paused a second and paid even closer attention to the blood," and that thing that attacked them seems to be a werewolf. Would explain why they used this fork instead of a knife."
Putting the fork back down, he started to search the room again, looking for a blood trail. Seeing spots of blood leading down a hallway, he followed it , silver sword in hand. The blood trail led to a bedroom, and a body.
"Female, about late 50's to early 60's. Claw marks all over the body, bite throat to the neck, probably crushed her trachea. Kill shot. Looks like this werewolf chose an easy meal. Not much fight in her to begin with. Probably didn't count on a peasant having fancy silverware,though. " He scanned the room for the werewolf when suddenly,he heard quiet breathing. He pretended not to hear it and got up and started walking away, "looks like it left. Got to search elsewhere." He closed the door behind him and walked in place, each step lighter than the one before. Then he stood in front of the door,waiting.
After a few minutes,he heard something being gently pushed aside and footsteps inside. He than opened the door again. In front of him stood a man in his early 20's with blood on his hands and face. The man,shocked,stood there a few seconds staring at Vethi with a surprised look on his face before he tried to run away through an open window behind him. Before he could though, Vethi,with his free arm, drew on upside down triangle in the air.
"Axii,never get tired of it. Now,stop what you're doing and have a seat. I just want to talk." And just like that, the man stepped away from the window and took a seat on the bed in front of the dead lady. "Now,first question,who are you?"
" My name is Angal Jurgehrsson," said the man. Vethi noticed that his accent sounded like that of a Skelliger,but not exactly.
"Okay Angal. Next question,do you know this lady?" Vethi pointed to the corpse on the ground.
"Aye. She be my aunt,Fjollevi Harrier."
"Did you kill her,Angal?"
"I don't know. Last thing I remember,I was eating some of me aunt's homemade stew in the living room when all of a sudden, I felt this burning sensation inside of me. Than I blacked out. Woke up in the living room with a fork in me shoulder and the house a mess."
Vethi looked at the man's face and saw that the man was scared. Realizing that the sword was still in his hand,he sheathed it. "Sorry about that. Precautions. Now Angal,just out of curiousity, what was the moon like yesterday night?"
"Don't rightly know. But I believe it was a full moon. Rmember me aunt was talking about how beautiful and bright the moon was," said Angal,now at ease that this strange man was no longer armed. He looked up and made eye contact with Vethi. "Erm,can I ask you a question?"
"Fair enough. What is it?"
Angal took a deep breath,"what is wrong with your eyes?"
"You ain't ever seen a witcher before?" asked Vethi,perplexed.
"Witcher? What is a witcher?" replied Angal,even more confused.
Vethi was surprised. It wasn't everyday that you ran into someone that didn't hate witchers or think of them as freaks,let alone not know what one is. "We're professional monster killers. Trained from a young age and mutated with all kinds of potions. That's why my eyes look the way they do," pointing at his cat-like eyes.
"So,am I a monster? Do you think that I killed me own aunt?" Angal asked,scared once again.
"Everything I've seen points towards lycanthropy. Seems as if you're a werewolf," sighed Vethi.
Upon hearing this, Angal seemed both surprised and disgusted. Surprised from realizing that he was a lycanthrope,disgusted at the mere possibility that he had killed his own aunt, werewolf or not. "You have to kill me."
"You seem to have accepted that quick. Not even going to fight? Just going to take it like that?"
"Aye. If I am a werewolf, than I'm dangerous. I mean,I killed me own aunt! And I loved her as if she was my own mother! There's no telling what I'll do the next time the moon turns full. So please,just kill me."
Vethi redrew his silver sword. "If you say so. Don't worry,I'll make it quick."
Angal closed his eyes,preparing for his swift end. Vethi swung his sword,cutting off Angal's head.

Chapter 3:Steel for Humans
Vethi stood in front of two new graves just outside the hut. The first reading:
Fjollevi Harrier
A Loving Aunt
the second reading:
Angal Jurgehrsson
A True Hero
Vethi always was a moralist,for a witcher anyways. Other witchers he met always teased him for being so moral,but Vethi didn't care. He followed the code of honor he learned from a fellow witcher,a white haired man from the School of the Wolf. Vethi often times wished that he trained with the wolves and not the morally gray and heartless witchers of the cat school,not that there were that many of them to bother him anyways. Witchers had been dying out for a while. Between the Church of the Eternal Fire and the fact that business was falling quickly due to the fact that the witchers were too good at killing monsters, the demand for witchers had been dropping rapidly. In fact,he had considered himself lucky when he found the contract for the ekimmara,but now he curses it for putting him through all this trouble.
"Guess I should keep moving. Gotta be a town nearby," and thus,Vethi payed his last respects and continued moving. He walked the opposite way that he came from and prepared himself for the long walk ahead.
It was noon when Vethi set off,and it was now getting dark. He had been walking for hours trying to find a city,and he was getting nowhere. The same snow covered trees that he had been admiring before were now daunting and monotonous. The landscape as far as the eye can see was nothing but snow,trees and mountains. He was getting tired of it. He wanted to get back to Nilfgaard as fast as possible,claim his reward for the damn vampire that caused him so much trouble,and find a warm tavern and a nice lass;maybe two. The mere prospect of a warm bed by itself was so distracting that he almost failed to realize that there was a campfire burning in the distance. He carefully approached the fire and stopped about 20 feet away from the camp and crouched behind some large brush. Vethi began looking around, inspecting the people around the fire.
"Hm. They don't look too friendly. Seven of them. Low quality weapons, mismatched armor and a whole lot of gold. Bandits." He drew his steel sword and ever so quietly raised his free arm as a golden aura surrounded him. He eyed the first target. "Watchman. Bow and arrow. No sign of a sword on him. Looks like he's about to fall asleep." Vethi sneaked up to the lone bandit and prepared himself. Then,he struck.
Vethi lunged at the half asleep bandit and quickly pierced the man's heart with his sword,who promptly fell to the ground, still as a rock. The other 6 bandits quickly got up and armed themselves to defend their loot and to avenge their fallen comrade. Two of the bandits,one armed with a greatsword and the other with a mace and shield, charged straight towards him. Vethi,with the reflexes of a cat,quickly ducked and dodged the mace,stepping back as the greatsword struck the ground where he stood not a second before. Seeing that the bandit with the sword was trying to lift his weapon off the ground,Vethi siezed the oppurtunity and,in one fluent motion,sliced his arms off. The bandit fell to the ground,screaming in agony and wiggling around as the blood spurted from his arms onto the ground around and all over him. The other bandit,seeing this,became visibly scared ,but still charged again. This time,Vethi dropped down to the ground avoiding another swing of the mace and rolled forward between the mans opens legs and swiftly sliced him in half. Vethi than looked at the remaining four who were contemplating whether to attack or run away and pillage another day. Before they could make their decision though, Vethi pushed his hand in their direction, letting a wave of fire engulf them. Three of the bandits were set ablaze,but one was behind them and managed to avoid the searing hot flames. He was,however,engulfed with rage. With unmatched fury and speed that almost matched Vethi's,he began to swing his sword. Vethi responded back with equal measure, but only kept hitting his shield. The bandit than managed to get in between Vethi's blocks,parries and dodges and sliced Vethi's stomach;breaking the golden aura around him.
"What? But how? That should have ended you!" yelled the bandit, astonished that the witcher was unfazed by what should have been a killer blow.
"Quen," Vethi quietly responded as he pushed his free arm once again,letting go a wave of unrelenting force," and that's Aard. Two of the witcher's best friends." He than heard the bandit yell something but Vethi didn't comprehend what he had said as he sliced the bandit's leg,causing him to fall onto one knee,and then promptly sliced his head off in a almost dance like fashion.
"Looks like the others are taken care of," Vethi said as he noted the charred remains. "Well,this ain't no tavern,but this'll have to do. Gotta have some vodka around here somewhere." Vethi sheathed his sword and searched around the camp for some spirit. After searching in a chest and finding a bottle of what smelled like alcohol, he sat down next to the fire and began drinking. After a good 5 swigs,he began looking at all the gold that the bandit's had piled up. He grabbed one of the coins and carefully inspected it. "That's strange. Doesn't look like any kind of currency I've ever seen before. Can't be a crown. Definately isn't a floren or oren either. Just where the hell am I?" He than remembered what the bandit said before losing his head.
"SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS!"