CD Projekt Red’s The Witcher 3 came crashing into my life back when I was 18—a full-on collision of magic, swords, and yeah, quite a few rocky decisions. Imagine being a fantasy RPG nerd (oh, hello) and suddenly finding yourself in a sprawling world where choices actually had weight. But oh boy, did those choices sometimes turn around and slap me.
I was all in, sword ready, but didn’t bother diving into the backstory. Why bother, right? I mean, who needs context when you’ve got monsters to slay and a daughter-like figure to find? Enter Geralt—me, basically—with my no-nonsense sweetheart Yennefer often shaking her head at me. Yet, somehow, her scolding just made her more irresistible. Go figure. But, lacking any real understanding, I somehow ended up… with Keira Metz? Yeah, that happened.
So, Keira—if you don’t know her—she’s this sorceress who’s kinda had it rough. Once a court regular, now she’s just making ends meet for the folks in Velen. But here’s the kicker: she’s itching to get back into the high life. Strange, right? You’d think royalty issues would keep her away, but no, King’s court beckons. Keira’s got this curious plan involving some plague notes and the least-magical-loving person ever, King Radovid. She thinks chumming up to Radovid (ugh) will win her favor. Logic? Missing.
Honestly, didn’t fully blame her. Being ousted from home is tough, and Keira just wanted out of her bug-ridden reality. Should she pay with other people’s lives? Hmm, dicey moral territory there, but 18-year-old me just shrugged. In my naïveté, I trusted Keira, thinking she knew what was up. Let’s be real: if anyone could wrap Radovid around their finger, it was Keira.
Time rolled on—as it does when you’re busy in-game for 30-plus hours—and my brain kinda blanked out on Keira entirely. Made choices, regretted some, but mostly just cruised. Then I ended up in Novigrad during this Final Preparations thing, and well, turns out my little decision… yeah, not my finest hour. Turns out, Keira misjudged. Radovid? Not her fan. She got sentenced to a fiery end. Brutal.
Hearing Triss recount Keira’s missteps hit hard. And the scene where we had to discreetly handle Keira’s… remains? Yeah, that one stuck. The Witcher 3, man—it makes every moment count, even the gut-punch ones. It’s a heartbreak, but also why the game’s just unforgettable to me.
So, at least one thing I learned? Pretty people don’t always have a plan (who knew?) and multiple saves are a must. Keeps both heart and hard drive happy.
