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C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Iorveth
Canon: The Witcher
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Post-game! (Because The Witcher has a mutable storyline based on the player's decisions, the two biggest choices for Iorveth's canon are as follows: Geralt sided with Iorveth, and chose to save Saskia instead of pursuing Triss.)
Number: » 016 » 176
Setting: The world of The Witcher is a classic sword & sorcery setting, differing from better known works like Tolkien's by being ~edgier~ and fixating on darker concepts like class/race based oppression and medieval brutality in between fighting fantasy monsters and dragons. Iorveth himself is an Elf that lives in the forests of the Northern Kingdoms. He is a veteran of the Nilfgaardian Wars.
History: Not much has been revealed about Iorveth's history before he joined up with the Scoia'tael, and he isn't one to talk about it himself. What we do know is that he has long been fighting an unwinnable war, one that he was born into: his waning people versus the dominant species of the land. Elves vs humans. In this war, Iorveth has carved out a place of some prestige for himself, climbing through the ranks by having an incredible knack for strategy and battle to command several Scoia'tael units. This is something he has done for about a century, by the time we meet him in the game.
It was less than a decade before the game that he and the majority of the young of his race were recruited by Nilfgaard, the Empire that reigned to the South, with the promise of a sovereign Elven state (Dol Blathanna) in exchange for aid in the war. Seeing his opportunity, Iorveth gladly took it, and commanded one of the most renowned and fierce units in the war. They engaged in guerrilla warfare and did significant damage behind the Northern lines, as it was difficult for the Northern Armies to locate and extinguish the small, mobile companies of elves and other nonhumans (usually Dwarves and Halflings) who were so familiar with the forests and terrain. When all others had been defeated, Iorveth's unit was the last to fall and he was captured with it.
But it didn't happen by chance, or even by the cunning of his enemy, really. Nilfgaard had been halted and turned back by all the Northern kingdoms uniting under one banner to drive them away, and a treaty was signed; one of the stipulations of the Peace of Cintra was that all Scoia'tael - long a thorn the collective side of the Northern Kingdoms - be done away with, and their commanders handed over for public executions. An elven sorceress by the name of Francesca Findabair was the one to consent to this in exchange for being named the ruler of Dol Blathanna, and rather than warning the Scoia'tael or asking them to fight for the independence of the Elven state, she sent them into ambush. Iorveth's company was slaughtered there and he was taken to be made an example of. Of the 55 Elven officers sentenced to torture and death, Iorveth was one of the only two to escape somehow; the experience turned him even more bitter and angry than before, being so close to what he had fought so long for and finding it to be a poison rather than a salve.
It was in this state that he first met Saskia, a high-bred dragon who was capable of changing her shape to appear human. How they met is not expounded upon, but what Saskia will say is that Iorveth is the one who helped her come up with a human identity, and her cover story as Saskia the Dragonslayer which enabled her to acquire power and the loyalty of armies. Slowly, she awoke in him a new sense of hope, and he came to see her as a woman of integrity, honesty and honor who deserved to rule more than any of the monarchs currently in power. He became embarrassingly obviously smitten with her, and he found himself trusting that she could not be bought with political power like Francesca Findabair, and that she would never treat the nonhumans the way the current rulers did (being no human, herself.)
This on his mind, he rebuilt his Scoia'tael and with it became bolder and more vicious, setting into motion a plan to unite all of the scattered elven units into what he called a "great army." In the meantime he set about launching attacks against human settlements and laying siege to cities or posts where the nonhumans were treated particularly poorly, recruiting from the disenfranchised there. Four months before the game's beginning he had taken up one such siege nearby the town of Flotsam, where he was tracked down by Letho, the man who had slain King Demavend of Aedirn. He asked for the help of the Scoia'tael in his mission to kill the remaining Northern Monarchs, and in that Iorveth saw the perfect opportunity to launch Saskia into a position of real power, and to make a true place of safety, a real honest-to-god Kingdom for the nonhumans. With Iorveth's aid, Letho killed the next king (Foltest of Timeria) and escaped without a hitch.
There was one problem, though. Letho was secretly an agent of Nilfgaard, who had been sent to kill the Kings and sow chaos in the North to make it easier for the Empire to once again attempt to invade and conquer. When Letho became afraid that Iorveth, observant and incredibly cunning, might discover his true purpose and react with his memory of betrayal and near-death at the hands of the Nilfgaardian Empire in mind, he tried to turn Iorveth's second-in-command Ciaran against him and get him out of the picture. This proved to be a mistake, however - Ciaran was unwilling to turn against Iorveth even at the promise of power over all the Scoia'tael, and Letho was forced to cut the elf and his present warriors down to keep his attempted coup a secret. Unbeknownst to Letho, Ciaran survived and was captured by guards from Flotsam, where the game's main protagonist Geralt of Rivia first speaks to him in prison.
From there, looking to clear his name (as Geralt had been blamed for Foltest's death after the assassination), he confronted Iorveth with news of Letho's betrayal, and Iorveth swore to help him hunt the Kingslayer down when he escaped. In the meantime, political upheaval began as the remaining kings started to squabble over the lands of the dead monarchs, and Iorveth and Geralt went to the Dwarven town of Vergen to assist Saskia's newly formed army keep the Pontar Valley out of the grasp of greedy kings, hoping to make their kingdom there.
By the end of the game they manage to drive Northern Armies off, but the damage to the security of kingdoms is done and Nilfgaard again marches up from the South to start the third attempt at invasion.
Personality:"A true fox, that one. He was so observant, so dangerous, I got the sense he might see through me at any moment."
Iorveth is known throughout his world for his viciousness and cunning. Where he considers himself a freedom fighter, everyone else considers him a bandit, and he has a price on his head in every kingdom in the North. He gained his reputation largely through his gift for strategy; of all the Scoia'tael units to fight in the war, his was the last to fall and he has since reformed it. He sees no problem with shedding human blood, and even calls it relaxing to kill particularly prejudiced humans at one point, which is unhealthy to say the least. He was known to burn down human settlements, and his unit had a reputation in Flotsam for killing off innocent berry pickers who had wandered too far into the forest.
In this sense, Iorveth is certainly more than his fair share of hypocritical; the violence between nonhumans (though, mostly Elves) and humans is cyclical in nature (elves kill humans for killing elves who kill elves for killing humans and it goes on), and despite the fact that Iorveth will say things like "humans and elves alike, trying to prove that one shape is better, 400 years of killing over the mold of the auricle," it's clear that he blames humans for the war and thinks his side is the one that is justified. In truth, both sides commit atrocities against one another and have for centuries now, and Iorveth is nothing if not an agent of this: capable of wanton violence at the drop of a hat and prone to assuming the absolute worst of every human he lays eyes on.
He isn't just a cartoon villain twirling his mustache, though. He has suffered so much cruelty in his life that it made him incredibly cruel, himself. In the Witcher universe, human attitudes towards non-humans (mainly Elves and Dwarves) are, shall we say, not particularly enlightened. If they acclimate into cities, they are forced to live in the slums and do the menial labor, and are often the victims of crimes that go unpunished or ganged up on by mobs of dissatisfied peasantry and tortured or lynched. Iorveth sees himself as fighting righteously against this, even though what he's doing is in some places escalating it; it will probably be a good long time before he sees any error in his ways. For now, he is always more than willing to resort to violence, and deals with most people by threatening or outright harming them to get what he wants.
He's uninterested in power (of the political variety), and when accused of seeking a throne for himself by Geralt, he will reply that ruling would suit someone else better. That someone is Saskia, a woman with whom Iorveth is very obviously smitten. She's no ordinary woman though, she's a shapeshifting dragon - and yes, he knows that (in fact, it's implied that he met her first as a dragon before she took human form.) He is a bit of an odd duck.
"I may only be a warrior, but I'm no fool. This is the best we can hope for, now."
He is finally beginning to show fatigue from fighting an uphill battle for a century of his life. He seems to continue it largely because he has dug his heels in and become stubborn, and by the time the game begins he has started to make concessions. Saskia's paradise kingdom that he fights for will be a safe haven for the human peasantry as well, something he would have been against (the peasantry are among the most cruel, to the nonhumans living among them) but he sees no viable alternative anymore.
And above all other things, Iorveth would consider himself a realist. He may fight a completely unwinnable war, but he's still somehow quite pragmatic about it. He speaks frequently of hating all humans, and how they cannot be trusted, but he will accept alliances with some of them when it suits his goals. An example of this is with Margot, a Madame at the brothel in Flotsam. She spies for him, despite being human, and he tolerates her because she treats the elves that work for her fairly. He also comes to respect Geralt, who (though a Witcher now and therefore not generally accepted in human society) was still once one of them, himself. He displays the ability to listen to other people (read: Geralt) and will always chose an option that is the best for his people regardless of his personal feelings on the matter. And he always has plenty of personal feelings on the matter (every matter), ones he will not hesitate to sneer at you if you sit still long enough. He's highly opinionated, and not even slightly shy about it.
This general and all-encompassing unpleasantness is slightly tempered when he interacts with other nonhumans though, especially elves and halflings (he tends to have personal squabbles with quite a few of the named Dwarven characters, though he does respect them as a whole.) Ultimately he does what he does not for vengeance (alright, not solely for vengeance) but for the good of his people and the others who can't defend themselves against the humans. He thinks of himself as a man who does what he has to, no matter what, for others and not for himself.
"So we're benefitting from the massacre?"
"Not the way I'd put it... but yes."
Iorveth is unnervingly blunt about everything. He rarely ever sees fit to mince his words, and is self-aware enough to accept when others don't bother mincing theirs with him. Despite everything he's not completely humorless, though. In fact, his sense of humor is drier than all the deserts in the world, and he has a habit of being scathingly sarcastic even to the people he has a fondness for. He will even poke fun at things that he thinks are ridiculous, and joke casually with allies when the opportunity presents itself. Otherwise he's openly rude, he swears and he will often veer off into long, theatrical speeches at the drop of a hat when he's feeling particularly self-righteous. Despite these character traits, he inspires some intense loyalty in his Scoia'tael units, and he returns this loyalty tenfold. Almost all of the elves that fight for him would die for him (something you realize when you walk around where they've camped in Vergen and overhear them talking amongst themselves), and they follow him despite any personal misgivings about their path, which says volumes about his charisma and ability to lead.
He is stubbornly proud, and takes betrayal very, very personally. Because he has spent his life being stabbed in the back by the causes he takes up arms for, he is cautious about who he trusts if not borderline paranoid. He says to Geralt that he "try to know as much as I can, about everyone," and he doesn't like entering conflicts without several contingency plans set up. That said, he doesn't have much experience living a life not centered around battle, and will at least try to engender conflicts with his shipmates in Ataraxion if only to normalize things for himself.
He'll learn better quickly enough, of course.
"Iorveth fights, for that is what he does best. He's Aen Seidhe; a real one, a free one. Among the last."
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:The clothes on his back (see below.)
Two swords.
A bow and a quiver of arrows.
A pipe (and a pouch of tobacco.)
His flute.
Appearance: Iorveth is of average height, thin from being on the run for years eating nothing but nuts and roots in the forest, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and almost comically thick eyelashes. He was attractive once, but he now wears a big, ugly red scar across the entire right side of his face that arcs from the corner of his lip up to his grotesquely missing eye, which he usually keeps covered with a headscarf. His features are nearly as pointed as his ears, and he sports an olive green tree-branch-with-leaves tattoo that crawls up the left side of his neck and descends who knows how far down his side.
Age: 100+ (no age canonically given, and though his species lives a very long time he is considered young among them. There was a throwaway line reference to the fact that he has been fighting humans "for over a century," so I'll assume he's at least that old. He appears to be in his late-twenties/early-thirties.)
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Your Name: Cris
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C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Iorveth
Canon: The Witcher
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: Post-game! (Because The Witcher has a mutable storyline based on the player's decisions, the two biggest choices for Iorveth's canon are as follows: Geralt sided with Iorveth, and chose to save Saskia instead of pursuing Triss.)
Number: » 016 » 176
Setting: The world of The Witcher is a classic sword & sorcery setting, differing from better known works like Tolkien's by being ~edgier~ and fixating on darker concepts like class/race based oppression and medieval brutality in between fighting fantasy monsters and dragons. Iorveth himself is an Elf that lives in the forests of the Northern Kingdoms. He is a veteran of the Nilfgaardian Wars.
History: Not much has been revealed about Iorveth's history before he joined up with the Scoia'tael, and he isn't one to talk about it himself. What we do know is that he has long been fighting an unwinnable war, one that he was born into: his waning people versus the dominant species of the land. Elves vs humans. In this war, Iorveth has carved out a place of some prestige for himself, climbing through the ranks by having an incredible knack for strategy and battle to command several Scoia'tael units. This is something he has done for about a century, by the time we meet him in the game.
It was less than a decade before the game that he and the majority of the young of his race were recruited by Nilfgaard, the Empire that reigned to the South, with the promise of a sovereign Elven state (Dol Blathanna) in exchange for aid in the war. Seeing his opportunity, Iorveth gladly took it, and commanded one of the most renowned and fierce units in the war. They engaged in guerrilla warfare and did significant damage behind the Northern lines, as it was difficult for the Northern Armies to locate and extinguish the small, mobile companies of elves and other nonhumans (usually Dwarves and Halflings) who were so familiar with the forests and terrain. When all others had been defeated, Iorveth's unit was the last to fall and he was captured with it.
But it didn't happen by chance, or even by the cunning of his enemy, really. Nilfgaard had been halted and turned back by all the Northern kingdoms uniting under one banner to drive them away, and a treaty was signed; one of the stipulations of the Peace of Cintra was that all Scoia'tael - long a thorn the collective side of the Northern Kingdoms - be done away with, and their commanders handed over for public executions. An elven sorceress by the name of Francesca Findabair was the one to consent to this in exchange for being named the ruler of Dol Blathanna, and rather than warning the Scoia'tael or asking them to fight for the independence of the Elven state, she sent them into ambush. Iorveth's company was slaughtered there and he was taken to be made an example of. Of the 55 Elven officers sentenced to torture and death, Iorveth was one of the only two to escape somehow; the experience turned him even more bitter and angry than before, being so close to what he had fought so long for and finding it to be a poison rather than a salve.
It was in this state that he first met Saskia, a high-bred dragon who was capable of changing her shape to appear human. How they met is not expounded upon, but what Saskia will say is that Iorveth is the one who helped her come up with a human identity, and her cover story as Saskia the Dragonslayer which enabled her to acquire power and the loyalty of armies. Slowly, she awoke in him a new sense of hope, and he came to see her as a woman of integrity, honesty and honor who deserved to rule more than any of the monarchs currently in power. He became embarrassingly obviously smitten with her, and he found himself trusting that she could not be bought with political power like Francesca Findabair, and that she would never treat the nonhumans the way the current rulers did (being no human, herself.)
This on his mind, he rebuilt his Scoia'tael and with it became bolder and more vicious, setting into motion a plan to unite all of the scattered elven units into what he called a "great army." In the meantime he set about launching attacks against human settlements and laying siege to cities or posts where the nonhumans were treated particularly poorly, recruiting from the disenfranchised there. Four months before the game's beginning he had taken up one such siege nearby the town of Flotsam, where he was tracked down by Letho, the man who had slain King Demavend of Aedirn. He asked for the help of the Scoia'tael in his mission to kill the remaining Northern Monarchs, and in that Iorveth saw the perfect opportunity to launch Saskia into a position of real power, and to make a true place of safety, a real honest-to-god Kingdom for the nonhumans. With Iorveth's aid, Letho killed the next king (Foltest of Timeria) and escaped without a hitch.
There was one problem, though. Letho was secretly an agent of Nilfgaard, who had been sent to kill the Kings and sow chaos in the North to make it easier for the Empire to once again attempt to invade and conquer. When Letho became afraid that Iorveth, observant and incredibly cunning, might discover his true purpose and react with his memory of betrayal and near-death at the hands of the Nilfgaardian Empire in mind, he tried to turn Iorveth's second-in-command Ciaran against him and get him out of the picture. This proved to be a mistake, however - Ciaran was unwilling to turn against Iorveth even at the promise of power over all the Scoia'tael, and Letho was forced to cut the elf and his present warriors down to keep his attempted coup a secret. Unbeknownst to Letho, Ciaran survived and was captured by guards from Flotsam, where the game's main protagonist Geralt of Rivia first speaks to him in prison.
From there, looking to clear his name (as Geralt had been blamed for Foltest's death after the assassination), he confronted Iorveth with news of Letho's betrayal, and Iorveth swore to help him hunt the Kingslayer down when he escaped. In the meantime, political upheaval began as the remaining kings started to squabble over the lands of the dead monarchs, and Iorveth and Geralt went to the Dwarven town of Vergen to assist Saskia's newly formed army keep the Pontar Valley out of the grasp of greedy kings, hoping to make their kingdom there.
By the end of the game they manage to drive Northern Armies off, but the damage to the security of kingdoms is done and Nilfgaard again marches up from the South to start the third attempt at invasion.
Personality:
Iorveth is known throughout his world for his viciousness and cunning. Where he considers himself a freedom fighter, everyone else considers him a bandit, and he has a price on his head in every kingdom in the North. He gained his reputation largely through his gift for strategy; of all the Scoia'tael units to fight in the war, his was the last to fall and he has since reformed it. He sees no problem with shedding human blood, and even calls it relaxing to kill particularly prejudiced humans at one point, which is unhealthy to say the least. He was known to burn down human settlements, and his unit had a reputation in Flotsam for killing off innocent berry pickers who had wandered too far into the forest.
In this sense, Iorveth is certainly more than his fair share of hypocritical; the violence between nonhumans (though, mostly Elves) and humans is cyclical in nature (elves kill humans for killing elves who kill elves for killing humans and it goes on), and despite the fact that Iorveth will say things like "humans and elves alike, trying to prove that one shape is better, 400 years of killing over the mold of the auricle," it's clear that he blames humans for the war and thinks his side is the one that is justified. In truth, both sides commit atrocities against one another and have for centuries now, and Iorveth is nothing if not an agent of this: capable of wanton violence at the drop of a hat and prone to assuming the absolute worst of every human he lays eyes on.
He isn't just a cartoon villain twirling his mustache, though. He has suffered so much cruelty in his life that it made him incredibly cruel, himself. In the Witcher universe, human attitudes towards non-humans (mainly Elves and Dwarves) are, shall we say, not particularly enlightened. If they acclimate into cities, they are forced to live in the slums and do the menial labor, and are often the victims of crimes that go unpunished or ganged up on by mobs of dissatisfied peasantry and tortured or lynched. Iorveth sees himself as fighting righteously against this, even though what he's doing is in some places escalating it; it will probably be a good long time before he sees any error in his ways. For now, he is always more than willing to resort to violence, and deals with most people by threatening or outright harming them to get what he wants.
He's uninterested in power (of the political variety), and when accused of seeking a throne for himself by Geralt, he will reply that ruling would suit someone else better. That someone is Saskia, a woman with whom Iorveth is very obviously smitten. She's no ordinary woman though, she's a shapeshifting dragon - and yes, he knows that (in fact, it's implied that he met her first as a dragon before she took human form.) He is a bit of an odd duck.
He is finally beginning to show fatigue from fighting an uphill battle for a century of his life. He seems to continue it largely because he has dug his heels in and become stubborn, and by the time the game begins he has started to make concessions. Saskia's paradise kingdom that he fights for will be a safe haven for the human peasantry as well, something he would have been against (the peasantry are among the most cruel, to the nonhumans living among them) but he sees no viable alternative anymore.
And above all other things, Iorveth would consider himself a realist. He may fight a completely unwinnable war, but he's still somehow quite pragmatic about it. He speaks frequently of hating all humans, and how they cannot be trusted, but he will accept alliances with some of them when it suits his goals. An example of this is with Margot, a Madame at the brothel in Flotsam. She spies for him, despite being human, and he tolerates her because she treats the elves that work for her fairly. He also comes to respect Geralt, who (though a Witcher now and therefore not generally accepted in human society) was still once one of them, himself. He displays the ability to listen to other people (read: Geralt) and will always chose an option that is the best for his people regardless of his personal feelings on the matter. And he always has plenty of personal feelings on the matter (every matter), ones he will not hesitate to sneer at you if you sit still long enough. He's highly opinionated, and not even slightly shy about it.
This general and all-encompassing unpleasantness is slightly tempered when he interacts with other nonhumans though, especially elves and halflings (he tends to have personal squabbles with quite a few of the named Dwarven characters, though he does respect them as a whole.) Ultimately he does what he does not for vengeance (alright, not solely for vengeance) but for the good of his people and the others who can't defend themselves against the humans. He thinks of himself as a man who does what he has to, no matter what, for others and not for himself.
"Not the way I'd put it... but yes."
Iorveth is unnervingly blunt about everything. He rarely ever sees fit to mince his words, and is self-aware enough to accept when others don't bother mincing theirs with him. Despite everything he's not completely humorless, though. In fact, his sense of humor is drier than all the deserts in the world, and he has a habit of being scathingly sarcastic even to the people he has a fondness for. He will even poke fun at things that he thinks are ridiculous, and joke casually with allies when the opportunity presents itself. Otherwise he's openly rude, he swears and he will often veer off into long, theatrical speeches at the drop of a hat when he's feeling particularly self-righteous. Despite these character traits, he inspires some intense loyalty in his Scoia'tael units, and he returns this loyalty tenfold. Almost all of the elves that fight for him would die for him (something you realize when you walk around where they've camped in Vergen and overhear them talking amongst themselves), and they follow him despite any personal misgivings about their path, which says volumes about his charisma and ability to lead.
He is stubbornly proud, and takes betrayal very, very personally. Because he has spent his life being stabbed in the back by the causes he takes up arms for, he is cautious about who he trusts if not borderline paranoid. He says to Geralt that he "try to know as much as I can, about everyone," and he doesn't like entering conflicts without several contingency plans set up. That said, he doesn't have much experience living a life not centered around battle, and will at least try to engender conflicts with his shipmates in Ataraxion if only to normalize things for himself.
He'll learn better quickly enough, of course.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:
STRENGTHSIorveth is an exceptional fighter, both with swords and with a bow and arrow. Elves in the Witcherverse have above standard senses (most notably sight and hearing) which what gives rise to their reputation as the best archers in the world. He speaks at least two languages, those being "Common" (English) and Elder Speech, and is considered by most people to be a tactical genius, able to inspire loyalty in his men to the extent that they would die before betraying him. He has a lot of survival skills when it comes to living outdoors and in the elements. He also plays the flute!
Inventory:WEAKNESSESIorveth is openly abrasive and slow to trust anything but fellow nonhumans, making his pool of potential allies quite small. He is quick to resort to violence and tends to get blinded by his own hypocrisy. When you encounter him in Vergen, his idle animation is of him smoking a pipe, but he interrupts himself every few seconds to hack and cough, so his lungs clearly aren't in the best condition anymore. Also he only has one eye.
Appearance: Iorveth is of average height, thin from being on the run for years eating nothing but nuts and roots in the forest, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and almost comically thick eyelashes. He was attractive once, but he now wears a big, ugly red scar across the entire right side of his face that arcs from the corner of his lip up to his grotesquely missing eye, which he usually keeps covered with a headscarf. His features are nearly as pointed as his ears, and he sports an olive green tree-branch-with-leaves tattoo that crawls up the left side of his neck and descends who knows how far down his side.
Age: 100+ (no age canonically given, and though his species lives a very long time he is considered young among them. There was a throwaway line reference to the fact that he has been fighting humans "for over a century," so I'll assume he's at least that old. He appears to be in his late-twenties/early-thirties.)
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Log Sample:
That first night, still feeling off and light-headed, a hollow ache in his throat where a tube had been pulled from it, Iorveth scarcely knew what to do with himself. He had found his way back to his quarters, the strange and sterile things, but sleep would not come and so he found himself perched on the edge of the bed with his pipe, smoking and coughing, smoking and coughing. He did not trust himself to wander further tonight, not with his mind so fuzzy and slow. Even in this place that he doesn't understand, he thinks only of the possibility of enemies lurking around every corner; his wits are all that have kept him alive for so long, and without them or his great army what is he?Comms Sample:
He has no answer for himself, and it settles thick in his stomach like a brick.
It is far too quiet, here. It has been many years - decades, even - since he has been quite so alone. He had grown so accustomed to the press of bodies, to the noises of the other elves in the dark, dirty caves that they found to hide in, in the secluded stone hovels in their corner of Vergen, clinging to each other in an often fruitless attempt to survive. Even in the dungeons of Northern Kings he had been perpetually bombarded by the keening noises of fellow prisoners, low moans and wet coughs and muffled cries. The jeering of cruel guards.
Here there was only an alien sort of thrumming. A ship that sailed not in water but in sky, among the stars.
He won't be cowed by it, of course. He only needs to regroup, and then this new kingdom too will know his name.
[ The face that appears hovered in the video is thin and severe, half-covered with a red cloth that doesn't hide all of the scar there. Aside from that, the strangest thing about the man squinting down into his device is the sharp points of his ears. He tilts his head back slightly just so it's easier to look down his nose at everyone he's talking to.Also I have a few sample threads here and here!
Network: meet Iorveth. ]
Leave it to humans to seek to subjugate the stars themselves. Tired of Earth, did you? Burnt it up, I imagine. [ His nostrils flare. ] I want no part of this, of your imitation forest. Everything you people touch goes to shit. What's next?
I don't even wish to know. You can all go plough yourselves.