Author: RockerBlue PM
You know when Iorveth/Roche told Geralt of his fight with Roche/Iorveth . . . YEAH well. . . that's not what really went down here's the true story, Iorveth/Roche, implied Foltest.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Fantasy - Vernon Roche & Iorveth - Chapters: 2 - Words: 908 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-20-11 - Published: 05-30-11 - id: 7035079
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
You know when Iorveth told Geralt of his fight with Roche . . . YEAH . . . that is not what really went down he's the true story. Iorveth/Roche (implied Foltest).
I did a sort of hybrid of the two endings, because I did not know what happened to Roche in Iorveth's ending.
"So Roche you sever a new master now" a spiteful voice spoke.
Roche spun around with his sword drawn "Iorveth" he growled taking a defensive stance. He only gets a dull bored expression from Iorveth who did not have his bow or sword at the ready to strike Roche down.
"Red doesn't suite you" he committed dully shifting towards the middle of the room-taking note on the surroundings of the rather large room, blades cloths and an old flag where the only items that decorated the room.
"I'm doing this for Princess Anais" he sheathed his sword "Geralt said you where with a woman named. . . Saskia The Virgin of Aedirn?"
"Hmm . . ." a dark shadow was caste over Iorveth's brow as he looked past Roche "Henselt's dead that's all that matters to me" he noticed Vernon flinch slightly.
"You've changed Roche," he took a cautious step towards Roche, Iorveth grabbed his shoulder to hold him in place. Their eyes met and he could see a dark void in Roche's souls of loss, hatred and sorrow "did something happened?"
"Henselt. . . he killed all my men and what he did to Ves" he let out a sharp sickened laugh that twisted his face un-naturally. In addition, foolishly took his eyes of his enemy while he was reliving that terrible crime in his mind.
There was a uncomfortable pause as Iorveth thought of what to say next.
"Geralt said that if I were to kill you 12 less honorable men would take your place" Iorveth shrugged Roche was still alert even with Iorveth's rather strange relaxed domineer Iorveth kept his ear towards the door to the room he could hear the faint steps of a small child drawing near.
"For now Roche I will leave you with a warning: dh'oine prepare yourself for the fight of your life" with that he leapt out of the window Roche was ready for a chase as he prepared to follow but was halted but the sounds of the little princess standing at his door un-guarded.
I'm sorry that it took me so long to update but I kind of didn't know where to take this fanfiction for the longest time and now I still don't. I plan on replaying Withcer2 since the last time i played it was in June.