(Twilight)
Off to the size, Tim and Ursula busted out a chessboard. It looked much the same as the chess back on Earth, exept here, half the pieces looked like scary parasites and the other half like scary Witchers.
The pieces were carved of wood and painted. The amount of intricate detail on them was surprising.
Judging by how lovingly Tim set the figures on the board, the set was apparently his.
Kaylee slightly moved her head, so Twilight would be in her field of vision:
"Cheery, peacefull, carefree days like that..
That's what we're really fighting for." Kaylee smiled:
"Remembering those memories, picturing them, makes it all easier to bear."
She looked at the sunset again and removed her eyepatch, looking at the sun with both of her eyes:
"...for me, its that very rare weekend, when the whole family is finally together again.
We're at my parents house, Sam and Lisa, they live in this cozy home at the edge of Ponyville.
Mom and dad are still in the kitchen, preparing the final touches to the grand family dinner.
My older sister, Elisabeth, is sitting on the couch in the living room, together with her husband, Kevin, and their little son Chris. He's gonna be four years old next year. They're quietly talking about life and laughing, from time to time.
Hope, my oldest sister.. and the tallest-" Kaylee giggled: "Seriously, you can tell she's the oldest cos she stands at like 195 cm. Compared to my 163 cm that's quite the difference.
She's taller than mom, and moms like really tall"
Kaylee fell into thought: "Although, Maddie's crazy tall too. I guess we finally know who's genes Hope inherited" she giggled again:
"Anyways, Hope is teasing me about my height again and we're both laughing at the stupidest jokes and stale meme's we saw recently.
We're both sitting on the floor, next to the DVD, trying to decide which hilariously stupid movie to screen for everyone.
The doors rings, and its Maddie, with a basket of freshly baked piroshki, they're like small pies I guess, baked with cabage or meat or apples inside them. Oh my god Twilight, they're so good.
And togethet with Maddie, walks in my uncle, Storm, with his wife and son."
Kaylee conspiratorially leaned closer to you:
"He's not technically my uncle by blood, but he might as well be.
He and my dad knew each other since age zero, literally. Where one goes, the other inevitably follows. They've been through so much crazy stuff together. The stories my dad tells-"
Kaylee giggled: "I don't know whats more frightening, if he exaggerates, or if he actually evades telling the more spooky details.
Anyway.
The table is finally set, we all sit together, all of us, one giant family, watch the most hilarious movie we found, have the most majestic dinner we can cook and just... laugh...
Laugh about anything and everything.
Laugh the night away" Kaylee was smiling at the sunset, one eye, glowy yellow, the other one blue, murky and scarred.
Her cheeks were wet with tears and she was happily smiling.
After a while, she said: "That's what I'm fighting for.
To get those days back"
(Rain, Rogue, Radiance)
"A lantern shield" Jorgen accepted the charred weapons, thoughtfully staring off into space:
"Yeees.. I can forge a lantern shield" he looked at Rogue, scratching his beard:
"It won't do any good against magic though.
Witcher weapons are most effective against Witcher weapons and physical attacks. You will be able to block them using a lantern shield.
But magic, eeeeeeeeh..." the smith leaned back in his chair, falling in thought:
"Something about the chemical composition... makes the Witcher weapons suseptible to magic.
Some parasites deliberately target your Witcher weapon, hoping to destroy it with magic and leave you defenseless."
The smith looked at everyone somberly:
"If your Witcher sword or shield is struck by magic, several times, it will break.. and you will be left defenseless against the parasites.
Remember, you may run out of Mana, but your Witcher weapon can be used infinitely..
Take good care of it and don't let it be hit by magic."
The smith sat in silence for a few moments, his thoughts drifting off somewhere, then he seemingly snapped back to the present and looked at you:
"Armor. Yes. There is a set of heavy armor in the back of the smithy.
Please tell me in detail, what kind of weapon you need. And I will begin work"
The smith paused and looked at you:
"Due to the shortage of metal, I will be using your old weapons as templates.
Please summon them, lay them on the table here, and de-synchronize them from your body.
Just like last time, simply touch the weapons with your palm and concentrate. Picture the weapon separating from your consciousness. One entity becomes two again."
"Does that mean.." Johan asked, thinking: "We'll be without a Witcher weapon, while the new ones are being forged?"
"Yes" Jorgen heavily nodded: "We need every gram of spare metal we can find. Your old weapons will be reforged into a new design. And should I lack the resources, I will begin utilizing the burned weapons you brought."
The smith looked you in the eyes and assuringly smiled, slightly punching Johan in the shoulder:
"Ah don't worry lads, I won't leave you without a weapon for long. I'll bump your order to the top of the list, it'll be done a few days before the voyage's over"