#Witcher 3 blood and wine

[eeriedragone]

Quiet contentment.

[astral-veil]

[ancsury92]

Dettlaff Van Der Eretein - an ISFP (?)

I have searched the Witcher personality database for Dettlaff, and apparently, he is an ISFP.

I for Introverted

That is hard to argue with. He is shy and quiet, he prefers the lesser vampire's company rather than the humans'. I imagine that his pack is smaller than other higher vampire's but he is also deeper attached to them.

S for Sensing

He is focused and practical. He concentrates on getting things done rather than thinking about the bigger picture or reflecting on concepts. He kills if it means he can have his love back, without a second thought.

F for Feeling

Dettlaff is incredibly sensitive and passionate. He is more emotional than humans and make decisions upon his emotions. He loves deeply and unconditionally.

P for Perceiving

Correct again - Dettlaff acts impulsively and unpredictably, driven by his emotions.

However, the ISFP are said to be open-minded, friendly and tolerant. This is very much not Dettlaff: he doesn't like people, and he has a black and white view of morality, and once hurt, he can only sees solution/revenge as solution. This is my main problem with this analysis. In my view, he is shy and sensitive and at first distrustful towards strangers (and humans). But if he takes someone in his confidence, he is a loyal friend and companion. But betray him and you shall regret it for life..

What do you think? Is Dettlaff an ISFP? Or another personality type? (heh, other than sensitive and dangerous, handsome vampire).

[wrr000]

ANY THE WITCHER 3 BABIES HERE??? I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING FOR OUR BELOVED VAMPIRES AND MAYBE GERALT SO BAD, BUT IDK IF SOMEONE IS ALIVE HERE

[punk-dad-sharkz]

blood & wine boss fight, Detlaff v Geralt

Geralt: now it's time for some witty back and forth banter! you go first!

Detlaff: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Geralt: okay look i'm not sure where to go with that!

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Dettlaff van der Eretein

The focus is on Dettlaff who, momentarily, is drained of rage after the "rescue" of Rhenna.

Photo by @i-be-busy-witchering, and my PS edits.

[podcastenthusiast]

It's perfect, for a while.

They have a home at Corvo Bianco, far away from politics and ghosts. A garden, too, because Geralt still likes to keep his potion-brewing skills sharp and Yennefer has found she enjoys making her own perfume. They have room for a few horses in the stables—retired racers and warhorses. Roach pretends to dislike their company, but Yennefer can tell it's just an act.

Yennefer finds a quiet life suits her more than she ever expected. They drink excellent wine. Take walks together, in the fields or by the stream, and she listens as Geralt talks at length about various plants and creatures. They hold each other at night. They read in bed. Eat breakfast in bed. They do many things in bed.

Winter, though... winter is hard. At times, Yennefer has to remind herself that this isn't Aedd Gynvael.

Geralt starts sleeping in late. Not the gentle, lazy rhythm of unspooling days they enjoyed together in the seasons before. He stays in bed like he can't bring himself to face the day. Sleeps like he's running from something. Barely speaks. He doesn't eat enough, especially for a witcher—even an idle one; Marlene frets over it constantly.

When he does rise, he works himself beyond exhaustion for no reason she can understand. The winter chill is mild here in Toussaint, and they have staff now, yet still he chops firewood himself until they've run out of room to store it all, as if he's preparing to heat a whole castle—

Oh.

It is about a castle, isn't it. She suspects he misses Kaer Morhen. His family.

"Talk to me," she says one night. One could almost call it pleading were she a different woman.

"Just read my thoughts, if you're so insistent."

"I know that isn't your preferred method of communication, nor mine."

Not to mention she's a little afraid of what she might find in that poor tormented mind of his. Yennefer rakes her fingers through his long hair. Geralt, head resting against her breasts, says nothing at all.

"We're too old for this. We agreed to stop running from things. Talk to me, Geralt."

"I'm tired, Yen." He speaks like each word pains him. "I don't know what's wrong with me. You're happy. Roach is happy."

"Roach is a horse, love. She would be content anywhere as long as there are apples in it for her."

"I love it here with you. Really, I do. It's better than I deserve. Thought I might even be the first witcher ever to die in his bed. Imagine that."

"I'd rather not," she mutters.

"I was—I thought I could be happy. But maybe I don't know how. Maybe I'm not capable of it anymore, only able to feel a brief shadow of contentment. All they left me with is anger and sadness. I'm sorry."

Yennefer cannot bear to hear this. She hates when Geralt talks about himself like a thing, and a broken one at that.

She takes his face in her hands.

"Now you listen to me, Geralt of Rivia. Never apologize for what you feel. Your feelings are as real and important as mine or anyone else's."

"But—"

"Listen, I said! If you're sad, then be sad for as long as you need to. I am not leaving. And neither are you. We're done with all that nonsense. Aren't we?"

"...Yeah."

She pulls him close.

While the witcher sleeps in her arms, Yennefer devises a plan.

--

Jaskier and Zoltan are the easiest to find, of course. The bard doesn't take much convincing at all either. She need only say that Geralt needs him.

Ciri is much the same, immediately willing to help and (ironically) easy to locate; the imprint of magic she leaves in her wake still shines bright as a beacon.

She tracks Lambert down to an inn at the foothills of the Blue Mountains. It's easy enough; he never has been quiet or subtle a day in his life.

"You're here and Geralt isn't," he says, white-knuckled grip on his mug of beer. "So is he...dead, or—"

"He's alive," Yennefer says before the witcher can spiral any further. "He's safe. Unharmed."

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of you. Heading to Kaer Morhen for the winter?"

"No, I'm fucking not," Lambert snaps. "Wouldn't be any point."

"Yet here you are in Kaedwen."

"Yeah. Old habits. I don't know."

"Come to Toussaint."

"Why the fuck—"

"Because I'm starting a new tradition, one that requires all the remaining witchers of the Wolf school to gather at Corvo Bianco immediately. And because I asked nicely."

"Gonna turn me into a frog if I refuse?"

She smiles dangerously. "We shall see."

Eskel is a little more difficult to find because he isn't slowing down for the winter. In the end, she follows a trail of dead monsters from town to town, inquiring about the witcher who slew them. At least his scar is distinctive.

"Geralt is fine," she says this time instead of a greeting, and the witcher's tense shoulders relax slightly. "Alive and uninjured, anyway. But it would do him good to see his brothers."

"Sentimental old wolf," Eskel says with unrestrained fondness. He pats his horse's neck and does not look at Yennefer. "He asked me to stay. After... after Vesemir's funeral. But I just. I couldn't go back there, y'know? It'd be too quiet."

"It's too quiet," Geralt had whispered one cold night when she was drifting off to sleep beside him.

"Been worried about him," Eskel continues. "Hoping he isn't in the keep, all alone. Or out on the Path taking stupid risks."

"Is that what you're doing?" she asks.

Eskel shrugs. "Didn't know where else to go, I guess."

"He's not alone," she says. "But I think he also needs more than I can give."

"...Are you all right?" Eskel asks, and Yennefer realizes she'd begun to sway somewhat alarmingly.

"Fine. Just tired. I've simply...expended too much magical energy in a short time. Portals, and such."

"You're really doing a lot for him."

"Surprised?"

"Well...no." Eskel apparently is the only tactful witcher the Wolves have, but he's a shit liar.

"Perhaps I find his moping dreadfully irritating. Let that suffice if it pleases you all to think of me as a selfish witch who ensnared your brother."

"What's the truth, though?"

"I love him," Yennefer says. "And he would walk through a hundred portals for me, I'm certain. This is the least I can do."

--

Upon seeing Yennefer, Jaskier, Zoltan, Ciri, Lambert, Eskel, and Regis—the vampire having appeared out of thin air—all gathered together at Corvo Bianco, Geralt's immediate response is: "Damn. Am I dying?"

"Of course not," Ciri says, embracing him.

"It's about your Gwent addiction," Jaskier quips.

"I can stop whenever I want."

"You sound like Lambert when Vesemir locked the wine cellar," Eskel says.

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?"

"You started mixing up White Gull with random herbs and any half-empty bottles you could find."

"A lesson in creativity," Lambert says.

"Seriously, what are you all doing here?" Geralt asks.

"It was my doing. I invited them."

"Why? Is it Ciri? Is--"

"There's no danger. Everyone is all right," Yennefer assures him. "It's winter. Time for rest. And to be with your family."

They all stay until the pull of their own lives becomes too great to resist. For a while, their home is filled with life and laughter and music.

"Thanks, Yen," Geralt murmurs into her hair later that evening.

It doesn't fix everything. There are still those who should be here but cannot be, whether due to death or simply life's demands. There are still days when the icy tendrils of grief and pain seize Geralt's heart, and even the warmth of everyone who loves him isn't enough to break its hold.

But Yennefer knows it helped when she sees Geralt smile more. She can almost feel the ice in him beginning to melt.

[trickstersmagic]

I love Regis but sometimes when he talks about Dettlaff I just hear the average fan talking about their fictional babygirl(they have committed genocide)

[drachedraws]

The Scarlet Cardinal Inn, Toussaint

[cha-mij]

These remind me of the glass houses at palace gardens in Toussaint. I definitely need to indulge in another Blood and Wine playthough.

[eeriedragone]

I saw some images of regisˋ and geralts game models dancing and it inspired me :)

[rohantohu]

I call this picture "Death of the Bitrate"

[cha-mij]

This reminds me SO MUCH of Tousaint. It's just like the little hut with the herb garden by the lake, with Mount Gorgon in the distance. Except that hut was burgundy with white floral murals.

Yes I know that hut off by heart. What do you expect? I stare at it longingly every single playthrough 🤣

[akiyart]

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Regis and Dettlaff

The hearthrobs of Toussaint

Pic by @i-be-busy-witchering and my edits in PS.

[podcastenthusiast]

Fascinating how a main theme in Blood and Wine seems to be "fuck being a witcher actually!"

You have Regis asking if Geralt would choose to be a witcher if he could do everything again, and the pieces falling into place for a comfortable retirement should he want give up the Path one day soon.

And of course the misguided professor who imprisoned his own son and attempted to reverse his mutations, but only managed to make them stronger and destroy both their lives. In that case, the choice wasn't the witcher's; Jerome died hating his father.

But there's also a witcher from the School of the Manticore who, after he found religion in prison, sought atonement and peace in his new life.

And the Cat witcher who tried to give up his swords forever, and wrote that even if he didn't survive it would all be worth it to escape the Path's misery. Something which Geralt comments that every witcher has considered before.

It makes sense, this being the last expansion and more or less the end of Geralt's story. I just think it's interesting that even in the process of gaining stronger mutations and the best armor and weapons, the game constantly reminds the player and Geralt that there could be another way. Maybe fighting monsters isn't all there is for a witcher. Maybe he can choose something different for himself.

It's a question posed directly at the very end of the DLC's main story. What will the future look like for Geralt? What will he choose?

(Arguably you could say finding the dead witchers from the Bear and Wolf Schools reinforced the same idea, just in a more grim way; they died on relatively ordinary contracts as pretty much all witchers do. Probably the only future most can imagine.)