You could say, if you wanted to be mean about it, that “The Witcher” isn’t going to make anyone forget “Game of Thrones.”

But you’d also just be telling the truth, because if anything, the show — a new medievalish sword-and-sorcery fantasy on Netflix — is going to make people remember “Game of Thrones.” Armies gathering in the south to attack northern kingdoms. Dragons threatened with extinction. A magic tree. Softcore nudity. Eastern European locations. The arbitrary circling about of the main characters to delay a prophesied meeting.

Those three heroes are Yennefer (Anya Chalotra), a sex-positive sorceress with emotional issues; Ciri (Freya Allan), a petite teenage princess on the run from southern marauders; and the Witcher, properly known as Geralt of Rivia (Henry Cavill), a mutant monster-hunter-for-hire. (You can tell they’re special because they’re the three characters with artificially colored eyes: royal blue, green and yellow.) The women are noble but ruthless when needed; the Witcher is a big silent softy who agonizes over the monsters he dispatches.

They come from a series of fantasy short stories and novels by the Polish writer Andrzej Sapkowski that actually began appearing in print shortly before the George R.R. Martin novels that inspired HBO’s “Game of Thrones.” Discussions of who might have ripped off whom can be found on the internet, and left there. (Sapkowski’s work had already been adapted into a movie and a TV series in Poland, and has spawned a series of popular video games.)