Well, flattery will get anyone anywhere. So Centaurus, galione, if you have any personal things you would like to see in my modest illustration, feel free to say. I take unpaid comissions from that small minority that likes my brainfarts.
In the meantime, thanks to the generosity of esteemed LL who provided an appropriate literary context, here's the latest addition to the Witcher's universe of pain. I used no less than 110 articulated rigs in this image! Took me almost an hour to render! Personal record. Here we go.
The ordeal of Ciri and her friends, according to official history, ended with a last-minute rescue by Geralt and a small band of other witchers, followed by a hasty escape northward. However, documents from those long past eras are few, and their interpretation is not unanimous. Another theory, minoritarian among historians but fiercely proclaimed by some, is that the trio of sorceresses did not go north, but south. And – more relevantly – that there never was a rescue.
Having obtained a full confession, duly signed, in which Ciri admitted to being an impostor, Emhyr – those historians claim – had no interest in a public execution and decided to show clemency.
Well, Nilfgaardian clemency.
Ciri, Yen and Triss, along with another sorceress who had tasted the hospitality of Emhyr’s dungeons, Philippa Eilhart, were to be put on a ship in Cintra’s harbor, and then, after a long voyage at sea, sold at the slave market in Ofir. If their future years were to be spent as sex slaves of a sultan or digging out salt in the southern mines was out of Emhyr’s hand, nor did it occupy his mind. A nice profit for the Empire’s treasury, on the other hand, was always welcome.
The voyage from Nilfgaard to Cintra was a long one. At least five or six weeks. But, true as always to his gentle nature, Emhyr had organized things so that they did not have to walk. Especially Ciri, her privates still bearing the marks of the torture that finally had broken her resistance, appreciated fully the seats reserved for the trip…
