A Sword for Witches

Journal entry

 * Who are the hunters, you ask? Folk like you and yours, I reply. The decent kind, haters of lies, doers of good. The kind who live according to the gods' laws, and nature's laws, too. Those disgusted by the machinations of witchers, magickers and nonhumans. All that separates us from common folk is that we've the courage to take up arms, to defend our lands from evil, to slice out the gangrene that eats us from within.


 * We haven't a leader. We haven't forts or land. Though gods-fearing Radovid supports us with his gold at times, we've not sworn him nor any other ruler any oath. We serve only the Eternal Fire, and we listen only to our own conscience.


 * Who can join us? Any who is right of soul and sound of body. You can find us in every larger city in the North. We will give you board, lodging and a weapon. We will explain how to spot the tell-tale signs of evil – birthmarks in strange and arcane shapes, smooth skin on a matron aged more than thirty springs, and black cats kept in the yard, to name but a few. We will show you how to defend yourself from witchcraft, how to tame and snuff out magic elements with dimeritium. We will instruct you how to squeeze the sinners' darkest secrets out of the with a hot iron, and how to grant them cleansing death with the help of sacred fire.

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