White Haired Wolf
I will reclaim my powers.
My Epic Quests
Driven to despair by my own selfish actions, I exiled myself to the wastelands with the hope of never injuring another innocent. After an unknown number of years of exile, I found myself in a seemingly endless sandstorm. I trudged for hours upon hours through the blinding storm, never expecting to see another soul again. It was in that storm that my witcher senses were alerted for the first time since my exile to the presence of a magical device in the form of a ring. Groping on my hands and knees, I found it.
The ring was much worn by the elements, but still managed to resonate with an energy that I had not felt since leaving my ward behind at Kaer Morhen. When I picked it up, I was shocked by a waking dream in which I saw my destiny. The dream continued on with increasing verisimilitude until finally I felt the energy change into that of a portal. At once, I was transported to an unknown island in the Skellige Isles.
I now know that I must train myself in order to reclaim my witcher abilities in both strength and focus. I must use my abilities for the good of others.