CD Projekt Red’s The Witcher 3 hit my 18-year-old self—and every other fantasy RPG nerd—like a freight train. Seriously, the game had everything: a massive world to explore, characters with more layers than an onion, and choices that actually changed stuff. But, uh, those choices? They kinda kicked my butt on my first run through.
Even though I was all about epic RPGs with deep decisions (hi, Dragon Age: Origins fans), I dove into The Witcher 3 without a clue. I mean, never touched the previous games. All I knew was something about magic, swords, and monsters. That’s it. All that mattered was being Geralt, hunting down my sort-of daughter Ciri, and having Yennefer call me an idiot—which, oddly enough, made her more likable. Maybe I’m weird like that? Anyway, because I was clueless, I ended up getting tangled up with Keira Metz. Yeah, not my finest moment.
Spoiler alert: This is about the Keira Metz storyline in The Witcher 3.
So, Keira Metz, part of the Lodge of Sorceresses. Sounds fancy, right? They’ve got this secret club to deal with magic stuff and chat with royalty. By the time we hit The Witcher 3, she’d ditched royal life and turned into the local witch in Velen. Not exactly by choice since she got booted out after losing King Foltest’s trust. She’s desperate to get back to the high life, and she’d do just about anything for it.
She was so desperate she nicked notes on a potential cure for the Catriona plague and thought about handing them to Radovid—the literal worst guy out there. His hobbies include hating magic and, well, hating magic-wielders too. But Keira figured she might sweet-talk her way back to luxury. Yeah, good luck with that.
Honestly, it’s kinda nuts to trade a bug-free bed for thousands of lives. Yet somehow, I felt bad for her. Losing your home is no picnic. But is it worth that many lives? Ehh, tough call.
Anyway, I made what you might call a colossal blunder. At 18, I didn’t grasp that “saving before making dumb choices” was important. Remember that. It’s a lifesaver.
I thought Keira had it all figured out. If anyone could bedazzle Radovid, it had to be her. So, I thought, why not? Off I went, diving into more than 30 hours of Witcher madness, making reckless choices, most of which I shrugged off. Eventually, I forgot about Keira. Oops.
Then came Novigrad and Final Preparations. Big oops time. When chatting with Triss, I found out Keira’s plan was a total bust. Her hope in Radovid was as shaky as a Jenga tower in a hurricane. She ended up, uh, at the stake. Not the best reward for her troubles.
I was crushed. Keira’s absence hit me hard, especially when Triss and I had to sneak her body out of Novigrad’s square. Totally heartbreaking. Witcher 3 really knows how to make every character’s moment count, and it’s partly why it’s still in my top games list.
Oh, and the moral of my little tale? Maybe trust beautiful women 99% of the time. And save your game, seriously. It just might save a digital life, you know?
