Long ago during the second conjunction of spheres magic ran amok in the world and with it came monsters, and with these monsters came mutated orphans called “witchers”. Only 3-10 survive the trials of becoming a Witcher and even fewer survive the mutations. Turok was the exception. Trained in Kear Galen high in the remote snowy peaks of Skellig these brute Bear School witchers swore this would be the last caste of orphans to mutate and only 2 survived. Some monsters should never be created. As he got older, he fulfilled prestigious contracts and slayed all manner of men and monster. He travelled beyond the wilds of Skellig across the vast continent of the northern realms. It was in the port city of Novi grad this tale takes off. Turok a seasoned monster slayer took a contract from a board claiming that there is a monster loose in the city sewers and temple guard had put a hefty bounty on its head. Turok accepted those contracts without hesitation. Upon entering the dank, musty sewers he noticed downers eating dead sailors pulled in he carved through all 5 of them like a cake, felling two with one blow of his gleaming silver sword. He then looked further and noticed spoons laden everywhere some dangling from strings and others scattered throughout. He then read script in blood on the walls in old elvish. “I am the unending, you cannot kill me I will return”. Everyone by now knows the great saga of Geralt of Rivia and how he beat what seemed the devil himself Gaunter O'dinn at his own game and it seems he only subdued the devil for a time being…. Turok then saw a great portal afore him knowing damn well portals are either great or nefarious he walked through. Upon entering the portal he heard a fell voice…. Hello Witcher….. I am a humble merchant…. It seems to me you need my help….lend me your body and I will see you renewed and invigorated. he awoke forgetting his name