I Still Regret Trusting the Wrong Person in The Witcher 3

Alright, here we go—strap in, this is gonna be a wild ride.

So, picture this: I’m 18. The Witcher 3 drops like a bombshell on my tiny RPG-loving brain. Seriously, it’s like they designed it for nerds like me who drool over fantasy worlds. Open-world chaos where choices actually, ya know, matter? Sign me up! Except, uh, those choices kinda bit me back. Hard.

Here’s the thing—I dove headfirst without a clue. Imagine, not playing the first two games—scandalous, I know—so my knowledge was basically “magic, swords, monsters, oooo!” But hey, being Geralt, monster slayer extraordinaire, was cool enough. Oh, and my pseudo-daughter Ciri? Totally crucial. And Yennefer? Let’s just say, her berating me was oddly charming. Anyway—no, wait—who am I kidding, it was a mess, and I ended up wandering into Keira Metz’s drama with no map.

(Oh! Spoilers ahead if you care about Keira’s storyline. You’re warned.)

Keira Metz. Lodge of Sorceresses alum, living as a witch in Velen—kicked to the curb by King Foltest. So, she’s desperate, right? Real fancy-life-or-die vibes. Somehow, she thinks cozying up to Radovid, the anti-magic king, is a smart move. Yeah, didn’t see that coming.

I’m sitting here wondering, who am I kidding—I felt for her. Sorta. I mean, getting thrown out of your home? Rough. But, uhhh, curing a plague to impress Radovid? Wild. Should’ve seen it coming, but nah—18-year-old me made a terrible, no-good, brainless choice. Didn’t even save the game. Really knocked it outta the park on that one. Note to self: Always save your game. Seriously. Game-saving zen or whatever.

Anyway—ugh, back to it—I thought Keira could woo Radovid. So, I wandered off, doing my Geralt-y stuff, totally forgetting Keira existed. Then—boom—back in Novigrad during Final Preparations, and—whoops—made another oopsie. Triss, dear Triss, spills that Keira tried her luck with Radovid and, uh, got literally burned. Cue the heartbreak.

There’s this gut-punch moment—me and Triss sneaking Keira’s body out of Novigrad. Man, The Witcher 3 didn’t mess around. Like, even minor character deaths carried weight. It’s exactly why this game will forever hold a piece of my soul.

Lesson learned, though—trust smart women most of the time—and dear Lord, just save your game. A lot. It might just save a life. Virtual, but still counts, right?