Loving it so far.
I just beat Olgierd(after 10 or more attempts) in what was one of the most epic fencing duels in games. It was nice to see Polish sabre school at work, kudos to the animation department! Trading blow for blow, blocking, parrying and timing strikes perfectly - it was awesome. I can clearly see an inspiration here:
[video=youtube_share;rBTtq2Gzm6w]http://youtu.be/rBTtq2Gzm6w?t=89[/B][/video]
In the Polish version, the characters are even using direct quotes from this scene.
Well played, CDPR, well played!
I just beat Olgierd(after 10 or more attempts) in what was one of the most epic fencing duels in games. It was nice to see Polish sabre school at work, kudos to the animation department! Trading blow for blow, blocking, parrying and timing strikes perfectly - it was awesome. I can clearly see an inspiration here:
[video=youtube_share;rBTtq2Gzm6w]http://youtu.be/rBTtq2Gzm6w?t=89[/B][/video]
In the Polish version, the characters are even using direct quotes from this scene.
Well played, CDPR, well played!
Loving the witcher 1 throwbacks, still hoping for some dialogue with shani about alvin since if you romanced her you basically had to have him with you, and I am hoping for more order of the flaming rose, but Not even finished the main quest of HOS yet alone the side quests, Loved how main characters react to an extent the mark on geralts face and well vesemir 
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Such a lovely game, fascinating new living breathing funny characters, new types of monsters (finally some spider-like arachnos! And more ghosts and creepy things!), wonderful graphics and atmosphere and story.
But I could not play it for long, needed to convert all the 1.08 mods and get all the slow motion combat and particle effects running first before being able to fully enjoy this new DLC game
And now and tonight the time has come to fully enjoy this DLC..... Is Valhalla this time waiting for Geralt? Will he get impaled by the fangs of a wild boar soon?
I hope not with the new mastercrafted Hattori "Eibher" Hanzo swords and armors carefully crafted today with lots of chainmail parts, and now on Level 35 *g
The DLC looks veeeery promising!
and creepy things!), wonderful graphics and atmosphere and story. But I could not play it for long, needed to convert all the 1.08 mods and get all the slow motion combat and particle effects running first before being able to fully enjoy this new DLC game
And now and tonight the time has come to fully enjoy this DLC..... Is Valhalla this time waiting for Geralt? Will he get impaled by the fangs of a wild boar soon?
I hope not with the new mastercrafted Hattori "Eibher" Hanzo swords and armors carefully crafted today with lots of chainmail parts, and now on Level 35 *g
The DLC looks veeeery promising!
Damn, this is good ! I've just played 2 hours and I have the feeling this dlc is more about Geralt. I love that ! Just a Geralt adventure !
In the main game it felt that Gerald was more a part of a Ciri story. ( not a bad thing because it awesome )
Cdprojekt, You did an awesome job again !
In the main game it felt that Gerald was more a part of a Ciri story. ( not a bad thing because it awesome )
Cdprojekt, You did an awesome job again !
I LOVED it. And that Wedding, I laughed so much during that whole scenario, no joke! Even thinking about it makes giggle!
Just wanted to say congratulations and thank you for Hearts of Stone.
I wasn't expecting to find something that has even more heart and playfulness, sadness and happiness than the initial Witcher 3 game. As a dev team you've really done something special. I get the feeling that the (well deserved) confidence that Witcher 3 has given allowed you as a team to explore, experiment and have fun - to expand and to experiment. To make something that isn't afraid to take the time to take its time and allow the player to simply enjoy the journey.
Thank you for being a development team that is willing and prepared to do that.
Still to finish HOS but I'm already looking forward to Blood and Wine. Here's hoping that I might even get to go fishing with Zoltan and see the two of them reminisce over their past.
I wasn't expecting to find something that has even more heart and playfulness, sadness and happiness than the initial Witcher 3 game. As a dev team you've really done something special. I get the feeling that the (well deserved) confidence that Witcher 3 has given allowed you as a team to explore, experiment and have fun - to expand and to experiment. To make something that isn't afraid to take the time to take its time and allow the player to simply enjoy the journey.
Thank you for being a development team that is willing and prepared to do that.
Still to finish HOS but I'm already looking forward to Blood and Wine. Here's hoping that I might even get to go fishing with Zoltan and see the two of them reminisce over their past.
haha same like me also 9 hours straight
.. finished the other quests the day after.... so yes I clocked 10 hours exactlyThe games pacing felt different but I enjoyed it ! iA wonderful addition to the main game ... I will be waiting for Blood and wine ... hope to see more familiar faces there !!!
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Well it appears I've cleared out all he main and secondary quests along with points of interest for HoS. Before brute forcing my way around the rest of the world that I've already fully cleared to see if any other tidbit or quest was added, does anyone know if all of the HoS content is contained in the expanded area Northeast/East of Novigrad? Has anyone found any new quests or points of interest in other areas/zones?
Edit: Oh and if this is indeed every bit of all the content I'd say it takes about 15-20 hours for a full clear of strictly HoS content for those interested.
Edit: Oh and if this is indeed every bit of all the content I'd say it takes about 15-20 hours for a full clear of strictly HoS content for those interested.
"Damn candles!"
CDPR, I just wanted to say - I love you. After this expansion and all the little things in it, I absolutely love you, guys and gals! Your attention to details is incredible. And also your sense of humor. I always thought that great things are created by people with good sense of humor. You've proved my theory.
Kudos to you! And, please, continue being awesome!
CDPR, I just wanted to say - I love you. After this expansion and all the little things in it, I absolutely love you, guys and gals! Your attention to details is incredible. And also your sense of humor. I always thought that great things are created by people with good sense of humor. You've proved my theory.
Kudos to you! And, please, continue being awesome!
Yeah they put candles next to chests and fast travel-points just to make us mad :bored:
Loved this expansion..took me 20 hours to complete. I really liked Olgierd as a character and bringing Shani back, albeit for a little while was a blast!
My favorite part must've been the wedding.
My favorite part must've been the wedding.
Potop <3
Volodyovski pushed back, and with him the nobles, to make room. Soon
the door opened, and in it appeared Pan Andrei, tall, straight as a
poplar. The dawn was already coming, and the first pale light of day
fell on his daring, knightly, and youthful face. He stopped in the
door, looked boldly on the crowd of nobles, and said, -
"I have trusted in you. God knows whether I have done well, but let
that go. Who here is Pan Volodyovski?"
The little colonel stepped forward. "I am!" answered he.
"Oh! you are not like a giant," said Kmita, with sarcastic reference to
Volodyovski's stature, "I expected to find a more considerable figure,
though I must confess you are evidently a soldier of experience."
"I cannot say the same of you, for you have neglected sentries. If you
are the same at the sabre as at command, I shall not have work."
"Where shall we fight?" asked Kmita, quickly.
"Here, - the yard is as level as a table."
"Agreed! Prepare for death."
"Are you so sure?"
"It is clear that you have never been in Orsha, since you doubt. Not
only am I sure, but I am sorry, for I have heard of you as a splendid
soldier. Therefore I say for the last time, let me go! We do not know
each other; why should we stand the one in the way of the other? Why
attack me? The maiden is mine by the will, as well as this property;
and God knows I am only seeking my own. It is true that I cut down the
nobles in Volmontovichi, but let God decide who committed the first
wrong. Whether my officers were men of violence or not, we need not
discuss; it is enough that they did no harm to any one here, and they
were slaughtered to the last man because they wanted to dance with
girls in a public house. Well, let blood answer blood! After that my
soldiers were cut to pieces. I swear by the wounds of God that I came
to these parts without evil intent, and how was I received? But let
wrong balance wrong, I will still add from my own and make losses good
in neighbor fashion. I prefer that to another way."
"And what kind of people have you here? Where did you get these
assistants?" asked Volodyovski.
"Where I got them I got them. I did not bring them against the country,
but to obtain my own rights."
"Is that the kind of man you are? So for private affairs you have
joined the enemy. And with what have you paid him for this service, if
not with treason? No, brother, I should not hinder you from coming to
terms with the nobles, but to call in the enemy is another thing. You
will not creep out. Stand up now, stand up, or I shall say that you are
a coward, though you give yourself out as a master from Orsha."
"You would have it," said Kmita, taking position.
But Volodyovski did not hurry, and not taking his sabre out yet, he
looked around on the sky. Day was already coming in the east. The first
golden and azure stripes were extended in a belt of light, but in the
yard it was still gloomy enough, and just in front of the house
complete darkness reigned.
"The day begins well," said Volodyovski, "but the sun will not rise
soon. Perhaps you would wish to have light?"
"It is all one to me."
"Gentlemen!" cried Volodyovski, turning to the nobles, "go for some
straw and for torches; it will be clearer for us in this Orsha dance."
The nobles, to whom this humorous tone of the young colonel gave
wonderful consolation, rushed quickly to the kitchen. Some of them fell
to collecting the torches trampled at the time of the battle, and in a
little while nearly fifty red flames were gleaming in the semi-darkness
of the early morning.
Volodyovski showed them with his sabre to Kmita. "Look, a regular
funeral procession!"
And Kmita answered at once: "They are burying a colonel, so there must
be parade."
"You are a dragon!"
Meanwhile the nobles formed in silence a circle around the knights, and
raised the burning torches aloft; behind them others took their places,
curious and disquieted; in the centre the opponents measured each other
with their eyes. A grim silence began; only burned coals fell with a
crackle to the ground. Volodyovski was as lively as a goldfinch on a
bright morning.
"Begin!" said Kmita.
The first clash raised an echo in the heart of every onlooker.
Volodyovski struck as if unwillingly; Kmita warded and struck in his
turn; Volodyovski warded. The dry clash grew more rapid. All held
breath. Kmita attacked with fury. Volodyovski put his left hand behind
his back and stood quietly, making very careless, slight, almost
imperceptible movements; it seemed that he wished merely to defend
himself, and at the same time spare his opponent. Sometimes he pushed a
short step backward, again he advanced; apparently he was studying the
skill of Kmita. Kmita was growing heated; Volodyovski was cool as a
master testing his pupil, and all the time calmer and calmer. At last,
to the great surprise of the nobles, he said, -
"Now let us talk; it will not last long. Ah, ha! is that the Orsha
method? 'Tis clear that you must have threshed peas there, for you
strike like a man with a flail. Terrible blows! Are they really the
best in Orsha? That thrust is in fashion only among tribunal police.
This is from Courland, good to chase dogs with. Look to the end of your
sabre! Don't bend your hand so, for see what will happen! Raise your
sabre!"
Volodyovski pronounced the last words with emphasis; at the same time
he described a half-circle, drew the hand and sabre toward him, and
before the spectators understood what "raise" meant, Kmita's sabre,
like a needle pulled from a thread, flew above Volodyovski's head and
fell behind his shoulders; then he said, -
"That is called shelling a sabre."
Kmita stood pale, wild-eyed, staggering, astonished no less than the
nobles of Lauda; the little colonel pushed to one side, and repeated
again, -
"Take your sabre!"
For a time it seemed as if Kmita would rush at him with naked hands. He
was just ready for the spring, when Volodyovski put his hilt to his own
breast, presenting the point. Kmita rushed to take his own sabre, and
fell with it again on his terrible opponent.
A loud murmur rose from the circle of spectators, and the ring grew
closer and closer. Kmita's Cossacks thrust their heads between the
shoulders of the nobles, as if they had lived all their lives in the
best understanding with them. Involuntarily shouts were wrested from
the mouths of the onlookers; at times an outburst of unrestrained,
nervous laughter was heard; all acknowledged a master of masters.
Volodyovski amused himself cruelly like a cat with a mouse, and seemed
to work more and more carelessly with the sabre. He took his left hand
from behind his back and thrust it into his trousers' pocket. Kmita was
foaming at the mouth, panting heavily; at last hoarse words came from
his throat through his set lips, -
"Finish - spare the shame!"
"Very well!" replied Volodyovski.
A short terrible whistle was heard, then a smothered cry. At the same
moment Kmita threw open his arms, his sabre dropped to the ground, and
he fell on his face at the feet of the colonel.
"He lives!" said Volodyovski; "he has not fallen on his back!" And
doubling the skirt of Kmita's coat, he began to wipe his sabre.
the door opened, and in it appeared Pan Andrei, tall, straight as a
poplar. The dawn was already coming, and the first pale light of day
fell on his daring, knightly, and youthful face. He stopped in the
door, looked boldly on the crowd of nobles, and said, -
"I have trusted in you. God knows whether I have done well, but let
that go. Who here is Pan Volodyovski?"
The little colonel stepped forward. "I am!" answered he.
"Oh! you are not like a giant," said Kmita, with sarcastic reference to
Volodyovski's stature, "I expected to find a more considerable figure,
though I must confess you are evidently a soldier of experience."
"I cannot say the same of you, for you have neglected sentries. If you
are the same at the sabre as at command, I shall not have work."
"Where shall we fight?" asked Kmita, quickly.
"Here, - the yard is as level as a table."
"Agreed! Prepare for death."
"Are you so sure?"
"It is clear that you have never been in Orsha, since you doubt. Not
only am I sure, but I am sorry, for I have heard of you as a splendid
soldier. Therefore I say for the last time, let me go! We do not know
each other; why should we stand the one in the way of the other? Why
attack me? The maiden is mine by the will, as well as this property;
and God knows I am only seeking my own. It is true that I cut down the
nobles in Volmontovichi, but let God decide who committed the first
wrong. Whether my officers were men of violence or not, we need not
discuss; it is enough that they did no harm to any one here, and they
were slaughtered to the last man because they wanted to dance with
girls in a public house. Well, let blood answer blood! After that my
soldiers were cut to pieces. I swear by the wounds of God that I came
to these parts without evil intent, and how was I received? But let
wrong balance wrong, I will still add from my own and make losses good
in neighbor fashion. I prefer that to another way."
"And what kind of people have you here? Where did you get these
assistants?" asked Volodyovski.
"Where I got them I got them. I did not bring them against the country,
but to obtain my own rights."
"Is that the kind of man you are? So for private affairs you have
joined the enemy. And with what have you paid him for this service, if
not with treason? No, brother, I should not hinder you from coming to
terms with the nobles, but to call in the enemy is another thing. You
will not creep out. Stand up now, stand up, or I shall say that you are
a coward, though you give yourself out as a master from Orsha."
"You would have it," said Kmita, taking position.
But Volodyovski did not hurry, and not taking his sabre out yet, he
looked around on the sky. Day was already coming in the east. The first
golden and azure stripes were extended in a belt of light, but in the
yard it was still gloomy enough, and just in front of the house
complete darkness reigned.
"The day begins well," said Volodyovski, "but the sun will not rise
soon. Perhaps you would wish to have light?"
"It is all one to me."
"Gentlemen!" cried Volodyovski, turning to the nobles, "go for some
straw and for torches; it will be clearer for us in this Orsha dance."
The nobles, to whom this humorous tone of the young colonel gave
wonderful consolation, rushed quickly to the kitchen. Some of them fell
to collecting the torches trampled at the time of the battle, and in a
little while nearly fifty red flames were gleaming in the semi-darkness
of the early morning.
Volodyovski showed them with his sabre to Kmita. "Look, a regular
funeral procession!"
And Kmita answered at once: "They are burying a colonel, so there must
be parade."
"You are a dragon!"
Meanwhile the nobles formed in silence a circle around the knights, and
raised the burning torches aloft; behind them others took their places,
curious and disquieted; in the centre the opponents measured each other
with their eyes. A grim silence began; only burned coals fell with a
crackle to the ground. Volodyovski was as lively as a goldfinch on a
bright morning.
"Begin!" said Kmita.
The first clash raised an echo in the heart of every onlooker.
Volodyovski struck as if unwillingly; Kmita warded and struck in his
turn; Volodyovski warded. The dry clash grew more rapid. All held
breath. Kmita attacked with fury. Volodyovski put his left hand behind
his back and stood quietly, making very careless, slight, almost
imperceptible movements; it seemed that he wished merely to defend
himself, and at the same time spare his opponent. Sometimes he pushed a
short step backward, again he advanced; apparently he was studying the
skill of Kmita. Kmita was growing heated; Volodyovski was cool as a
master testing his pupil, and all the time calmer and calmer. At last,
to the great surprise of the nobles, he said, -
"Now let us talk; it will not last long. Ah, ha! is that the Orsha
method? 'Tis clear that you must have threshed peas there, for you
strike like a man with a flail. Terrible blows! Are they really the
best in Orsha? That thrust is in fashion only among tribunal police.
This is from Courland, good to chase dogs with. Look to the end of your
sabre! Don't bend your hand so, for see what will happen! Raise your
sabre!"
Volodyovski pronounced the last words with emphasis; at the same time
he described a half-circle, drew the hand and sabre toward him, and
before the spectators understood what "raise" meant, Kmita's sabre,
like a needle pulled from a thread, flew above Volodyovski's head and
fell behind his shoulders; then he said, -
"That is called shelling a sabre."
Kmita stood pale, wild-eyed, staggering, astonished no less than the
nobles of Lauda; the little colonel pushed to one side, and repeated
again, -
"Take your sabre!"
For a time it seemed as if Kmita would rush at him with naked hands. He
was just ready for the spring, when Volodyovski put his hilt to his own
breast, presenting the point. Kmita rushed to take his own sabre, and
fell with it again on his terrible opponent.
A loud murmur rose from the circle of spectators, and the ring grew
closer and closer. Kmita's Cossacks thrust their heads between the
shoulders of the nobles, as if they had lived all their lives in the
best understanding with them. Involuntarily shouts were wrested from
the mouths of the onlookers; at times an outburst of unrestrained,
nervous laughter was heard; all acknowledged a master of masters.
Volodyovski amused himself cruelly like a cat with a mouse, and seemed
to work more and more carelessly with the sabre. He took his left hand
from behind his back and thrust it into his trousers' pocket. Kmita was
foaming at the mouth, panting heavily; at last hoarse words came from
his throat through his set lips, -
"Finish - spare the shame!"
"Very well!" replied Volodyovski.
A short terrible whistle was heard, then a smothered cry. At the same
moment Kmita threw open his arms, his sabre dropped to the ground, and
he fell on his face at the feet of the colonel.
"He lives!" said Volodyovski; "he has not fallen on his back!" And
doubling the skirt of Kmita's coat, he began to wipe his sabre.
Haha I finished the game without fighting him
How you did it?