The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt/Documents

This is a sub-page of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.

This page documents books, notes, and other documents that are not accessible in the final game but were left in the files.

Books

Sus Scrofa Nordlinga, or A Portrayal of Boars

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Description: Contains information about boars.

The elves are fond of saying, "We do not fear the well-known." Thus wild boars, being similar in appearance to domestic swine (Sus scrofa domesticus), are at times dismissed as harmless. For why should one cower before a furry pig when wyverns and manticores prowl the land?

The boar's appearances, however, are deceiving. Wild boars breathe no fire and carry no venom, true, but they have ushered many a hunter into the next life all the same. So that you may not share their fate, dear reader, read close the following.

Wild boars live in groups, called packs, of three to five individuals each. When aggravated, they will begin to circle their aggressor until, the moment being ripe, they charge. Wild boars then strike with heads as hard as battering rams and puncture with tusks aimed for the stomach or crotch.

Some try to slay the boar by approaching it from the rear, but I do not recommend this method: the beast will in such a case strike out its hind legs with such cruel force as to crush bone into dust. Better first to slow the boar with a trap, or, if one is learned in such rites, with a spell, and then try to fight using the power of the elements – for the beasts are particularly vulnerable to fire.

Notes

Note

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Description: Note found on a bandit's body

Lulke,

Whatever you loot, hide it with the rest, under the hut near the mill. We'll divvy it up later.

-Jackme

P.S. Watch out, talk at the inn has it two witchers have rode into town. And they mean business.

Intelligence report about Ciri

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Description: Nilfgaardian report about Ciri.

Vale,

Our man in Velen says time is short. Someone's on his trail. Soon he will have to wipe all his tracks and change covers. Which would mean no contact from him for quite some time. His intel on our person of interest is highly worrisome.

Despite our best efforts, we've no new information about said person's stay in Novigrad. Contacting Triss Merigold must be priority number one. The mood in the city is tense - we must tread carefully.

The site of the catastrophe in Skellige cannot be examined any more closely. The locals do not let anyone near it. Clan an Craite controls those lands.

Your Humble Servant,

Vattier

Notes from undvik

Item: lore_journals_from_urskar_1

Description: Old, yellowed papers.

Spring was late in coming this year. Snows stuck around till after the first apple blossoms. And not just high up the hills. Won't be a bumper crop, that's for sure. Summer was short, and fall's just started and already we've had the first frosts. Got men digging in hardened ground. They plant millet or barley, but they won't harvest much of either. Panic's setting in on Undvik. "Winter's coming," or so say the old timers huddled around their fires. Everyone avoids saying "Ragh nar Roog," as if the words themselves could bring disaster. But everyone senses the last battle's leaping ever closer towards us. To my mind, long as the giants still sleep, we've hope yet. Aye.... we've hope yet...

Journal

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Description: Aged, yellowed page torn out of a diary.

More and more movement around Undvik. Port's chock full of longships and smaller vessels. News about the forge has spread over all the isles like grubs on a dead bear. Folk're coming here with their mounts. That's good for our isle. Perhaps good times are on their way.

Memoirs

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Description: Aged, yellowed page torn out of a diary.

Crach an Craite invited our jarl on a hunt. Folk were afraid at first, thinking this meant the Ard Skelligers were plotting something. But Tordarrochs don't get scared without damn good reason. Rightly so - this was no ambush. The jarls killed two bears, half a dozen moose and a smattering of lesser game. During the after-hunt feast Crach announced he wanted to patch things up between Clans an Craite and Tordarroch. To seal this new brotherhood, they've planned a joint raid on Nilfgaard.

This is a good sign for Undvik. This friendship will help us through tough times. And they say tough times are on their way.

Guard captain's notes

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Description: Old, barely legible notes.

Another scout's gone missing. Worry's not grown into fear yet, but if it goes on like this it sure will. Folk on Undvik live simple lives, but ones full of bravery. They don't scare easy. But those strange signs that've appeared near the old elven tower - they're ill omens, that's for certain. First to disappear were these two fishermen who tied off to the coast in a storm and decided to wait out the squall near the tower. Next a scouting patrol, five warriors strong, disappeared right around there. Jarl Tordarroch sent his strongest men out to look for them. And they never returned either. They say it's all the fault of Tor Gvalch'ca. And I think they might be right.

Notes

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Description:The paper is so old it threatens to disintegrate in your hands.

Recently a lamb with two heads was born at Kodvig Sorensson's place. Even our eldest don't remember ever seeing as strange a thing as that. Is it two beasts or one? Where's a thing's essence lie, its brain or its heart? Don't rightly know, personally. But I do know this - when nature takes to spitting out oddities like that, it means trouble for the lives of men sooner rather than later.

The freakish lamb (lambs?) didn't live long. Let out a last howl at dawn, then the old sheephand burned the body till it was fine ash, and scattered it into the sea.

Warrior's notes

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Description: Yellowed piece of paper covered in thick writing.

Ill news has come in from the south. Hambald One-Eye's expedition was ambushed in Adaria Bay, off the northwestern coast of Nilfgaard. Admiral Shirac's fleet surrounded two longships. But he took no prisoners. They all died. No one surrendered or asked for mercy. Witnesses claim it all went down in absolute silence. Only sound the clanging of weapons and whistling of arrows. Didn't even scream as they died.

I'm sure you're thinking, "If no one survived, you couldn't know all that." Aye, I can. Last week a patrol of our lads came across the Black One's ship. They couldn't attack, but at night they snuck aboard and loosened some tongues. Turned out the sailor they pushed up against the fire had taken part in the battle in the bay. Told them everything. Thanks to him the skalds will sing praises of Undvik's warriors' heroic deeds till the end of time.

Notes

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Description: Aged, barely-legible notes.

That crazed fool Madman Lugos' men have raided a village on Undvik's eastern shore. Hit them by surprise, then hid, the cowardly dogs. Must not have wanted Clan Torrdaroch's jarl to discover the truth, because they covered their tartans with soot. Didn't expect our guard to be on the look out and for our folk to put up resistance. Four of ours died, two of theirs. Clearly Lugos has gotten bored of raiding the Continent and is looking for loot closer to home. One thing's certain: if it's war he wants, it's war he's gonna get.

Folk Magic and Superstitions Of Our Time

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Description: Describes the dreamy art of oneiromancy.

(...) A further manifestation of the stupidity born of superstition is faith in the supposedly supernatural abilities of dreaming hags, who proudly style themselves oneiromancers. These mendacious persons convince the unwashed rabble they are able not only to dream the unknown past, but also to see the future yet to come as they sleep. Why, the very audacity of this talk inspires one to be ever more unyielding in our efforts to weed out this vermin. The City of Novigrad will soon be free of all sort of black magic, that worked by dreamers included.

The Redanian Special Forces

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Description: History of the Redanian Special Forces.

Which Northern Realm’s special forces are the greatest of them all? Once upon a time, the answer was clear: Redania. Its network of spies and informers was so vast that Tretogor knew which route the Nilfgaardian armies would take before they even left their barracks. No ruler kept any weakness or comprising secret from these astute spooks. Redanian intelligence had vast resources at its disposal, including the use of great sorceresses like Philippa Eilhart and shining stars from the world of culture. With their innovative interrogation techniques perfected in Drakenborg Fortress, its agents could extract vital information from even the tightest-lipped Scoia’tael guerilla, allowing them to reduce that organization on their soil to a hounded, desperate few.

The golden days of the Redanian spy service ended, however, along with the disappearance of its head, Sigismund Dijkstra. His fate still remains unknown to this day. According to some, he departed for voluntary exile after falling out with King Radovid. According to others, he was captured by enemy agents. Still others hold that Dijkstra was murdered by sorceresses, and his body disintegrated into a fine dust.

After Dijkstra’s disappearance, the royal council ordered a thoroughgoing audit of the spy corps. Radovid appointed a commission with a remit to search for abuses of power, root out double agents and suggest remedial measures. As usual, however, inserting civilians into the affairs of spies had the opposite of the desired effect. Shortly after the work began a list of agents and their sources leaked. Many on it were subsequently murdered or fell off the face of the earth. A few days sufficed to reduce to ashes an organization built over long years of hard work.

Information from SD

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Description: Contains information about the operations of Dijkstra's men.

Lesson Summary

The little bastard washes his golden goose. Plucked almost half her feathers in the last month alone.

The sharp lad met with the little bastard in private for a chat on some unknown matter. Afterwards Sharpie retired to a fluffed coop, where he ripped up two cages and killed three hens. Chicken wrangler didn't raise a fuss.

White haired witcher by the name of Geralt has appeared in town. Sniffing around. Careful - the Fireminder-in-Chief's got his eye on him.

Our old pal Little Boy Blue's raised a new tent outside town. Trying to train farm pups and street strays the tricks his old striped hounds used to do. Next week we'll know for sure where he gets his doggy snacks, but it's clear that the strict man's eagles could have use for such tricks.

City broom masters intend to sweep up any and all sparklers, bubblers and stick wavers. The holy tooter received a secret shopping list. Don't know from whom. We suspect the Fireminders and the Wartseekers are involved.

Whoreson Junior's letter to Radovid

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Description: Contains information on Whoreson Junior's ties to King Radovid.

Your Royal Highness

It’s my pleasure to report that I’ve completed the plan we decided on at our last meeting. I can state with pride and not a speck of exaggeration that the Big Four no longer exists. I hope Your Majesty is pleased. Now I will move on to the next stage of my plan. I trust our arrangement still holds and Redanian soldiers won’t cause any trouble…

Your Majesty’s Humble Servant,

C.W.

Letter found on the woodcarver's body

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Description:

Priscilla, the trobairitz.

- Concerned Citizen

Murderer's note

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Description:

Sweet Nettie, "Crippled Kate's"

- Concerned Citizen

Nathaniel's sermon

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Description:

What worries me most, brothers and sisters, is our moral decay. Townsmen disdain their marital beds, instead seeking out loose women to fulfill their manly desires. Their wives return the favor and look for any opportunity to cuckold them. Their children are either born bastards or dispatched with the help of witches. More folk flock to the so-called pleasure houses than to our temple, despite the fact that within their walls one is more likely to find rot than any pleasure. Men sleep with men, women with women, humans with nonhumans.

"What next?" I ask you. What will our depravity bring? Will man marry goat? Will premarital intercourse become a commonplace affair? No, brothers and sisters! The Eternal Fire must burn away these sins! The Fire - and only the Fire - can cleanse us!

Message from Hubert Rejk

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Description:

Witcher,

They have just brought in the corpse of another victim. Quite fresh, rigor mortis has yet to set in. I won't begin the autopsy until you arrive.

My regards,

Hubert Rejk, coroner.

P.S. This time you may come in through the main entrance. Nathaniel has left, the guard will be expecting you.

Witch hunter's orders

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Description: Letter found on a witch-hunter's corpse.

Hans,

I've orders from the top. You're to go down into the sewers near the port, clear the area and wait. Full gear, full alert. Don't ask what it's about, because I don't know either.

Good luck,

Molker

Discarded letter

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Description: A crumpled and sodden piece of paper.

To whomever finds this letter!

My name is Grimmer Toug and I am a treasure hunter. I am trapped in the caves underneath Oxenfurt - I entered through one of the city wells, but the cord broke and I cannot go out that way. I placed this letter in the current of the underground river, banking on the hope that it joins the Pontar at some point. I beg anyone who finds this plea to come to my aid!

Grimmer Toug

Witch Hunter's notes

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Description: Notes found on a witch hunter's body

Triss Merigold - red hair, light brown eyes, freckles. Distinguishing marks: beauty spot under mouth.

Yennefer of Vengerberg – long black hair, violet eyes. Distinguishing marks: beauty spot under mouth, on cheek.

Keira Metz – long blond hair. Green eyes. Distinguishing marks: unknown.

Between Worlds

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Description:

In a plane not unlike our own there once lived a ruler named Azgaryk. When he was an old man, he fell ill. He felt that he would soon die, so he summoned an evil spirit - Marbas - and made a deal with him. Azgaryk would live until his son came of age and ascended to the throne.

10 years passed. Azgaryk died, and next to his body Marbas appeared and turned to the heir to the throne:

"Your father promised me something. Now you must pay his debt."

"And just what did my father receive from you in return?" asked the heir. "And what do I owe?"

"Your life," said Marbas, and cut the heir's throat with his claw. The boy had not yet died when Marbas opened a gate to another plane. Out of it came a mercenary army, with the evil spirit Berith marching at its head.

Marbas sat on Azgaryk's throne. Ill times had come to the land. The people rebelled against the demon's rule. Marbas sent Berith and his army after them. Berith slaughtered all the rebels. His armor glistened with blood. People began to call Berith the Crimson Sovereign. Marbas' appetite was not sated, so he sent the Crimson Sovereign to conquer neighboring countries. And so it went on, for hundreds of years the Sovereign continued his march, losing soldiers as he went. But Marbas was never sated.

Finally, there came a time when the people of all the continents were united under Marbas' rule, and the Crimson Sovereign was left alone, without an army. He knelt before Marbas and said:

"You hired me and I have carried out my task. You promised me a weapon from which no shield can provide protection."

"You shall receive it," Marbas said, flashing his teeth. He reached into his garment and drew out a vial filled with plague bile.

He flung it at the Crimson Sovereign. Yet the Sovereign knew Marbas well enough to expect treachery. He opened a passage to another world and fled before the vial full of plague could hit the floor. Yet ill luck would have it that while he was fleeing, a gale came flying out of his open portal. It opened the window to Marbas' throne room and spread the plague bile out over the entire world.

Ever since Marbas has dwelled in a tower standing above a continent of dead bodies and beasts transformed by the plague. And Berith, still calling himself the Crimson Sovereign, wanders from world to world as a mercenary. Searching for vengeance.

Yennefer's notes

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Description:

Speargrass, witchgrass, tear grass. Order doesn't matter?

Forktail spinal fluid, 3-4 tablespoons, room temperature.

Sad Albert - repair?

Ida - curse. Remind G. to behave.

Ledger

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Description: Dates and places. Doesn't make for gripping reading.

9:00 - 11:00, Warehouse A

12:00-14:00, Warehouse B

15:00-17:00, Home

Crumpled note

Item:lw_bm6_merchant_note

Description: Parchment found on a traveler's body.

Who gets rich off war? That's easy - mercenaries. Those whoresons fatten themselves on the misfortune of others. And do they ever think to share these spoils? Or even buy a round at the inn? Or toss a fellow a crown? Naye, sir, why, of course not! A cow'd milk itself before that would happen! Or a pig would cut off a slice of its own hocks and slap it on the griddle.

But as for me, I'm not the type to wait around for alms. I slipped into their camp yesternight, took whatever caught my eye and split. They'll never get me here. First of all, because I wiped all my tracks. Second, word is a griffin's hereabouts somewhere, so they'll most like be too scared to venture close. Of course, in truth there's no griffin nor any other beast more dangerous than a rat in these parts. It's all just the sort of rubbish old hags babble about to waste time while drawing water.

Imperial Edict Number 283

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Description: Edict by the emperor of Nilfgaard on the punishments for aiding and abetting Temerian rebels.

Let it be known that anyone suspected of aiding or abetting Temerian rebels will answer before a summary military tribunal. Taking down the bodies of rebels executed by hanging is considered aid to the rebellion. By imperial decree, bandits thus punished are to serve as a warning to other rabble-rousers, and so their corpses are to hang at the roadside until they drop of their own accord to fertilize the once Temerian, now Nilfgaardian soil for the glory of the emperor.

Quartermaster's Orders

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Description: Orders issued by the quartermaster's office

From the office of the quartermaster of the Imperial Army Group 'Center' camp

Order No. 22

I. I hereby order immediate implementation of the solution to the Redanian prisoners-of-war problem.

II. Exterminations shall be carried out in keeping with established guidelines.

III. Within two day's time a report must be delivered verifying the execution of this order.

Quartermaster Tavar Eggebracht

Pirate's notes

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Description: Sloppily-written note found on a pirate's body.

What a beaute of a ship we're gonna have! She's going to be as yar as they come. True, that masthead the shipwright carved looks more like a sea cow than a buxom siren, but that's a minor detail.

Question is, will the lads be eager to set back out to sea? Some have made a nice little home in a hut nearby. I half expect to turn around and see them planting turnips and milking goats. Each according to his own, I guess - but it's a pirate's life for me.

Unsent letter

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Description: Letter found on a pirate's body.

Boss, send us a few more hands, will you? We're awful short of help. Yesterday Dante and Marik went into the woods and never came back. Don't know if they legged it or if something jumped them... But if even half of what I've heard about Velen is true, chances of the latter are mighty high.

No doubt you don't believe those tales... But we found human bones in a firepit. Cut lengthwise, as if to take the marrow out. Cut with a knife, and not a claw, you understand? Connect the dots yourself.

To my reckoning, we should get the blazes out of here soon as possible. I know we're waiting for a new ship, that there's this ploughing treasure... But I'd rather sail out on a barn door and live in poverty than sit in this accursed bog one day longer.

Notice of execution

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Description: Letter written in a woman's handwriting.

May it hereby be known that Captain Everett, pirate, bandit and lecherous whoremonger, has been killed at long last.

Thanks be to the gods for showing us this mercy and may they shower blessings on the brave man who did the deed.

Pirate's notes

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Description: The paper is sticky with blood.

I know it ain't normal for a pirate to complain about violence and plundering... but for fuck's sake! There's no stopping these soldiers! Baron must've tossed them out of his castle because they were too much, even for him. Not a day goes by they don't rob or beat somebody. We've cut down three of them already, but that hasn't discouraged the rest one jot. Gonna have to wipe them out or change hideouts, because frankly I didn't become a pirate to be the one getting assaulted!

Recipe

Item:lw_sb5_giggler_leader_note

Description: Piece of paper covered in shaky handwriting.

Cut open belly. Pull out offal and wash. If the liver's wrinkled, toss it. Cut everything into small bits. Toss in boiling water. Break the bones, extract the marrow. Add. Simmer. Throw in onion, carrot, beans, marjoram. Eat. Eat. Eat.

Strange note

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Description: A note that is in equal parts banal and mysterious.

Road to hell's paved with curiosity, pricklicker.

Highwayman's notes

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Description: Piece of paper covered in sloppy handwriting. Found on the body of a bandit.

The baron said we'd die of hunger in a week if we left his service. That he'd already looted all the peasants in Velen bare, and there weren't nothing left for us to steal. Well, he might've been right about that... but there's still the peasants themselves, and in Nilfgaard they're fungible goods. We've already broken bread with a fellow who rounds up men for the Black Ones. We threw him a few hayseeds we'd found wandering the woods - he paid top coin for each and told us to keep them coming.

So we're preparing a manhunt the likes of which Velen's never seen. Like any proper hunting party, we've split into two groups. We're camping out here, while the rest are west of Crow's Perch. We'll go at the same time, from two sides, so none can run away.

Funny, aren't they - life's surprises. When we were with the baron, we thought the peasants worthless dung. And here it turns out each one's a bill of exchange, just waiting to be turned in for gold.

Unsent letter

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Description: Crumpled sheet of paper covered in tiny handwriting.

Dear Ainslee,

Sure, we lost our house cause of this war, aye, we've done some wandering, and yes, we almost died of hunger a time or two, but it seems the gods haven't abandoned us after all! I thought we were done for, that we'd die in those swamps - and here we've run into a camp. I walked up real careful-like - folk've chased us outta more than one village already - but this one was empty as can be! Tents, barrels, but not a trace of people. So Macros and I decided we'd stay here, for a while, at least, wait till the war ends. Perhaps Velen's not as bad as they say?

Your Borias

Dirt-smeared letter

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Description: Letter written in a woman's handwriting.

Son,

I'm telling you for the last time, give up that diving nonsense, or one of these times a sea devil's gonna drag you to the bottom and that'll be the end of that. Besides, you could dive down into that water day and night and you'd never find any wrecks - the battle against the pirates was long ago, and the current's strong near the shore, so their ships have been swept far out to sea by now. You wanna get rich? Go raiding like the other lads, and cut out this tomfoolery.

-Elsa