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Vesemir sighs and follows her, "Excuse me from the battle, I have other matters to attend to." he says and leaves.

Lambert "Looks like she couldn't take the heat hehehe." he jokes.

Reima raises his hand causing the annoying Witcher to be lifted before then being flung out of the door unceremoniously. "Seriously Keira, how do you cope with him?"

Keira shrugs, "He's polite when we're alone, if you'll excuse me." she says while leaving to attend to Lamberts damaged ego.

Solaire "Good, I had half a mind to do the same myself." he says with Priscilla, Quelana and at ew others nodding in agreement.

Reima "Anyway, let's get back on the subject at hand." he looks at Ciri and Yennefer. "You guys sure you wanna go? Nilfgaard will definitely hear about it, you won't be able to go anywhere south without bounty hunters looking for you."

Ciri "Absolutely, I care not for what my father wants or thinks." he states.

Yennefer shrugs, "As a woman I am satisfied here... As a Sorceress even more so. I doubt I'll be returning south anytime soon, plus with Geralt already going Emyr will likely know where our loyalties lie." she says.

Reima nods, "I don't think I'll be bringing any of the Chaos Servants... While they'd be incredibly useful, I doubt we could make it through the battle without losing any of them. With how many we have we need to conserve their use in battle for our own conflicts."

Risryn "Then just bring Prospects, we will dive, board and burn the boats with relative ease." she states.

Kuretz nods, "Yeah, they won't see it coming."

Reima taps his foot, "Alright, go gather some Prospects who can actually swim." he says, remembering a few Prospects who sank like a rock when kicked into shallow water.

Geralt "That should be everything then, I doubt it will take all of us to even win the battle though." he says, glancing at the two literal gods sitting nearby.

Reima "We'll meet in the courtyard, Ciri'll take me to Skellige where I'll open a portal for the rest of you." he says, getting up and leaving.

An hour later he meets up with everyone in the courtyard, around a hundred Prospects all standing there at the ready.

Reima "Is this everyone who can swim out of the thousand? Or just everyone who'd be good in the battle."

Risryn shrugs, "Both, these are the people who are strong swimmers and would be able to board the ships without drowning like fools." she says, not wishing people to see one of their masks and immediately think "Lemming".

Reima nods and walks over to Ciri, "You... Good?" he asks.

She nods, "Yep."

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Reima "Everyones ready, shall we get going?" he says, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Ciri nods, places a hand on his shoulder and teleports him to Kaer Trolde port.

The turquoise flash had everyone turning to them, surprised by the two people suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Everyone around them seemed to be a soldier or sailor of somekind, each with determined expressions on their faces. He looks at the ocean as sees around a hundred Longboats varying in sizes...

Hjalmar spots them and briskly walks towards them from the port, "Ciri! Reima!" he shouts.

Ciri hugs him, causing Reima's eye to twitch, but it relents when Hjalmar lets go and gives a bearhug to Reima.

Hjalmar "It is a fine day to see you two, I was dreadin' this battle but, now that you're here I think we can win this!" he says with a grateful smile.

Reima "Yeah, yeah... Everyone's not here yet though, give me a second..." he says, taking a step back and tearing a rift open which reveals a hundred Prospects and everyone else. Geralt and Yennefer walk through and greet Hjalmar.

Geralt "Greetings, where's Ermion? I'd have thought he'd be around."

Hjalmar shakes his head, "He's speaking with the Jarls about strategies should our fleet fail. I have faith that we will make it through though." he says.

The surrounding Skelligan warriors watch as a hundred masked men walk through the portal, though they're even more surprised by Priscilla as she walks through. The horns on her head, reptilian eyes and fluffy tail apparently matching the description of one of their folk tales.

Undyne walks through with light armour, though her helmet hides her in-human traits.

Rhea then walks though with a beaming smile on her face, though everyone gives her a wide berth.

Hjalmar frowns and whispers to Ciri and Reima, "Is tha' one of them Eternal Fire priests?" he asks suspiciously.

Ciri shakes her head, "No, she worships something else entirely." she says.

Reima sighs, "Unfortunately."

Geralt "Hmm, is Cerys leading as well?"

Hjalmar nods, "Me, Cerys and a couple others will be leading the fleet, she's over there on the Longboat in the port if ya want to speak wit' her. I know she's still grateful for everything you've done for her." he says.

The group talk for a while and eventually are organised, and placed on other ships. The Prospects will be placed up front so they can easily swim to the Nilfgaardian boats while everyone else will be placed on the rear guard.

Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri and Reima walk onto Cery's longboat with Hjalmar leading them.

Cerys spots Geralt and gives him a brief hug, getting serious immediately after letting go. "So, you're Reima then? Hjalmar's had much to say after going to help you lot in Kaer Morhen."

Reima shrugs, "Yeah?" he says, wondering where this is going.

Cerys nods, "I think ye for turning up then, people like you usually don't bother with common people's troubles, like them Elf Sages that sit around in complacency."

Reima snorts, "Yeah, Geralt would know all about them." he says, getting an elbow jab from Ciri.

Yennefer "When will we be leaving then?" she asks.

Cerys looks up at the sun, then glances at her fleet. "Now." she states simply, "We will meet the Black Ones far from Skellige's shores, can't risk them bombarding our cities during the fight." she says.

Hjalmar nods, turns and starts directing everyone to quicken their pace and to get the boat ready to leave.

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