` IF I HAVE to be completely honest with you, you’re making me rather nervous. `
❝ You’ve put your faith in the shemlen; you should feel nervous. It would be wise to abolish any illusions you have of them, as well; history contends that they aren't above stabbing our people in the back in order to achieve their petty goals, or anything else they might desire. ❞
always on the move, whether it be the political (see:bloody) intrigue of the temerian people or the carcasses of each monster he slew. change was a concept geralt was used to, but the truth was far from that. vexation hidden by the wrinkles decorating his face, directed at the new found problem he spent lost hours of sleep over. (witchers require little sleep,but that is the key word:little, not absence.)
❛ still scaring travelers on the road? i’d be disappointed if you stopped. ❜
❝ Perhaps it’s for the best, all things considered. ❞
Nilfgaard; political strife invoking chaos in the streets; what carnage decorated the lands, now, what bloodshed. The plight of the locals had become that of the Scoia'tael, in spite of certain nay-sayers amongst their ranks.
❝ I do what I must. ❞ Nonetheless, the term is attributed generously; he could not deny the fact that frightening the odd bandit still gave him hints of amusement. ❝Morvudd ess prin a'taeghane; no dh'oine has been foolish enough to try anything…Though the war is taking its toll. ❞( Vergen had survived one assault, but could it endure another?) In brevity, all concerns are shrouded, even if the tenuous peace is unwont to last.
❝Just as I suspect you aren’t here for a holiday, Geralt. Not entirely, anyway. ❞
his words held a friendly, gentle weight that few possessed the privilege of receiving. shoulders slackened, but guard remained up as always – a witcherM U S T, or the wild hunt take them with a brazen-cold grip.
❛ granted, you always slunk around like one. ❜
❝ Yes, though you were just as quick to return the favour, Gwynbleidd. ❞
The perennial sneer which wrought sundered vellum may, thereafter, resolve itself into something slightly less sinister, if that was even plausible. And cadence struggles to exude its tentative delectation; far too acclimatized was he to endowing orders with stagnant austerity, rather than vouchsafing niceties.
❝ Word spread that you’d become tangled in some perilous Temerian affairs again. It sounds like nothing’s changed. ❞
What is Iorveth's utopia? How would the world he fights for be? Like... What would be enough for him to put away the sword and settle down?
He truly does want a free Pontar Valley for all of the races, but safety and comfort of the humans doesn’t concern him, if that makes sense. His biggest priority is the safety of the nonhumans ( most importantly, of course, the elves ), and he wants to create a place in which they won’t be hunted, forced to live in the shadows as bandits, or condemned to a life of squalor in the ghettos as they generally, if not always, are.
Like I said, it’s a misconception that he wants to fight the wars that he finds himself in. He’s no stranger to violence, but he thinks that it’s the only way to acquire freedom for his people. I mean, he utterly rescinds the idea that he’s a terrorist, even though he is, because he’s so hell-bent on doing what he believes is right. ( Tho just bc i say hes a terrorist doesnt mean hes not any less of a freedom fighter ).
His desired utopia is honestly just a place where everyone can get along, as silly as that might sound. Iorveth is a really…complex and strange oxymoron of realist and optimist, honestly, so his ideals and his goals are kind of hard to grasp, I think? For instance, if you side with Roche and you’ve been cruel to him, Geralt will tell him that his dream is over, and it’s time to give it up, to which he will respond, with relentless sternness, “never”. BUT IF YOU WERE KIND TO HIM and gave him his sword, he tells Geralt that “it’s all over” or smthing, that everything is lost.
As angry and as brash as he might try to seem, he isn’t afraid to compromise his stringent beliefs and dispositions if it means getting a better world for the nonhumans. His “utopia” would be a place where no one would have to live in fear, or hide, or worry about their race dying out. It’s not a place without humans, but one alongside them as equals, really. Even if that’s not something he’s wholly comfortable with, it’s something he wants to be comfortable with, and that’s the world which would be the best for his people, and all of the other oppressed races.
His dream really says it all?? He desires a life where he can eat real food, live in a real house, and not think about how he’s going to survive another day. I’m not sure what’s being said in the dream, but I figure that a translation of the elven isn’t the point: it’s that the elves are conversing in their own language without being prosecuted for it, expressing their culture without having to conceal it any longer. In short: he wants everyone to be safe. ( Everyone deserving of safety, granted; he has no issue in slitting the throats of racist humans, as we’ve well seen. )
ANd LIKE…he is honestly. Afraid of what the humans can do. His feelings range from acrimony, fear, and loathing when it comes to them, but he likes quite a few of them tbh?? He’s incredibly fond of Geralt if you side with him ( and even if you don’t, he still respects him enough to speak to him with civility and faint kindness when u see him again at Vergen??), and he’s even okay with Dandelion and the rest of the peasants of Vergen ( like tbh he probably LIKES Dandelion judging by how he speaks of him/to him depending on choices ); what he says at the end of the game actually is in jest ( abt the whole “my hatred for the species abated for a moment” or w/e ), even if it’s…a pretty bleak kind of joke.
WHAT IM TRYING 2 say is that Iorveth is very willing to make and keep peace between all of the races. He’s disgustingly optimistic in what he’s trying to achieve, too. He might not feel at ease without strife for a good while, but he’d probably get used to it sooner or later. An he’d probably still argue a lot w/ humans just for the hell of it tbh sO.
❝ I owe Geralt a great deal, after what happened in Vergen.❞
Perhaps word would spread of this: that the bloodthirsty hound, so-called commander of the Scoia'tael, who was once fain to tear out a helpless dh'oine’s throat in lieu of endowing any scintillae of mercy, had ( by some stroke of strange fortune ) gone soft. The very thought was intangible; he had existed as a vessel of hatred towards their kind, whose every motion invoked a symphony of dying cries. And yet, the witchers themselves were not truly humans, were they?( Or thus he had to remind himself, so to ebb this taxing guilt and discomfort ).
❝ It would be unworthy of me to leave such a debt unpaid. ❞
❝ It’suseless to try and hide your gaze, shem; I can feel it upon me even if you’re staring from the corner of your eye. ❞
And yet celadon does not broach the very countenance of he who is proclaimed; the timbre itself is steeped in monotony, in banal loquence and the like. He does not harbour rancour towards those whose oculi linger( for who could blame them? Sanguine ichor had stained his lips, mutilated his flesh; scars ran deep, his was no different ) but he disdained the pity they were so inured to endowing. ❝ You shroud your face, as I do, but I suspect you do so out of fear rather than courtesy; or have I missed the mark?❞
No Masters or KingsPrimary Verse, set during the midst of Chapter 2, or the beginning of Chapter 3. World state: Vergen lingers on the brink of war, and the commander spends his days readying his forces or fretting about Saskia.
Idealism sits in PrisonSecondary Verse, post-game or during the events of The Witcher 3. World state: Aedirn and the Pontar Valley lay in ruin due to the siege led by Nilfgaard. The Scoia'tael of the east are dwindling in number, slaughtered in the war; Iorveth has left Saskia and the better half of his army to gather recruits in the city of Novigrad, relinquishing the title of commander to his best scout, Ele'yas. In Novigrad, Iorveth lays low, and lingers in the Putrid Grove with the King of Beggars ( though he would be loath to admit that he works with him ); he spends his nights aiding the nonhumans of the city, who are being crushed by Radovid's corrupt knights, either smuggling them out of the area or recruiting them into the Scoia'tael to fight alongside the Dragonslayer's forcesor both.
Felled in the NightDragon Age verse. World state: Information here.
❝ They say all elves are beautiful, that they are born thus. In Iorveth’s case someone set out to change this [...] He was a living legend, the elusive leader of a Scoia’tael unit whose members gave no thought to laying down their arms and continued their war against humans. Stories of his deeds, of his deep hatred of dh’oine, painted him as more akin to a vengeful ghost than to an individual made of blood, bone and flesh...❞
Julian Alfred Pankratz viscount de Lettenhove, "Dandelion".
Most humans might contend that the Scoia’tael are little more than ferocious heathens, who will not stop their tyranny until every last dh’oine has been cleft in twain—they may even be right in assuming such a thing. Iorveth, famous for his resourcefulness and tactical genius ( as well as his viscousness ), means to unite the scattered forces, somewhat certain that they will answer his call when the time comes.
He has only ever existed in a time when blood imbrued the waters, knowing little of a time of peace, for his people or for his foes. He knows betrayal better than he knows friendship; he trusts few, and has faith in even fewer. Once, he would have named himself the Commander of a ruthless brigade during the Nilfgaardian war, ally to those of the Vrihedd.
His comrades were executed before his very eyes; there was no honour amidst the battle, no justice, nor any such romantic deluges within the hollow carnage of war. The Vrihedd was exterminated, sold and branded as cannon fodder by their own allies; the remaining Scoia’tael were marked as beasts, relinquished unto the slaughter, hunted and hounded for the remainder of their existence.
Iorveth evaded the clutches of death, but not without paying a lofty price: half of his face was destroyed, cut open while the other dh’oine colonels looked on, delighting in the torture. His eye is sacrificed, and yet that was not what sundered his TRUST in the humans.
Thus he endows himself with the responsibility of commanding the remnants, whatever vestiges of the Scoia’tael he can muster. Though not all fall beneath his jurisdiction, he aims to fight for their unbridled freedom, and a land in which the nonhumans may roam free, unafraid and unfettered; a land where humans can enter forests without fear, where they may shed their petty prejudices and mayhaps learn to live alongside one another.
Relentless in battle and strategy, the general is named an astute strategist. He makes for a cunning and powerful adversary, but may well be blind in his acrimony and mistrust towards humans. In short, he expects the worst of them almost perpetually. This is not, however, any sort of secret; he is terribly blunt in all that he does, whether this be a virtue or a vice. Yet above all things, Iorveth is a man of his word. His men are loyal to him, and in return, he is loyal to those who issue him this allegiance.
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Basics: name: Iorveth height: ~1.80m or 5'11" race: Elf appearance: Go here for more information on the scar. Svelte yet athletic in build; covers one half of his face with a red headscarf, which conceals his missing eye ( which very few people ever actually see ); a scar runs from his upper lip to said eyesocket; his clothing is an amalgamation of armour he has stolen from those he has slain, as he is far too poor to buy anything of the sort; a tattoo of an oak tree branch runs down the side of his neck, presumably past the collarbone; his vest is littered with sigils from the commanders he has killed; he has v silly socks. talents: A century of fighting with humans has made him a skilled tactician, and one might even go as far to call him a genuis. He has a resolute network, one which can gather information on almost anyone he wishes; coupled with that, the Scoia'tael are some of the best archers in the known world. In spite of his missing eye and damaged depth percetion, Iorveth wields two swords or a bow with deadly ease. etc: it’s important 2 note that Iorveth isn’t the commander of all the Scoia’tael; he has his own faction of about thirty elves, but there are others who he has no control over. It’s true that he wants to unite the elves, but the distance between them and the different ideals make this a difficult task. In other words, not all of the Scoia’tael will have the same goals or tactics as his own brigade, though they may all be similar at the root.
general.
This is a private blog: I will only interact with those of whom I follow blah bla hblahlablhl. Iorv's a pretty "niche" character, so I might be a little bit selective with following back, but I usually reciprocate tbh, as long as u don't seem like a meanie haha.
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Furthermore, as far as like, sending in memes goes?? I do not give a Carp about mutual memeing??? Dude if u want to reblog the meme from me but don't send one in, go right ahead?? I will not take offense in any way lmao idk if this needs to be said but just a friendly reminder for u ok?
triggers.
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portrayal.
I've read the books, and I have played the games, though I have not yet finished Witcher 3. I hope this doesn't prove to be a problem ;___; If I make a mistake pls just kik my ass tbh. PLS consult this page if u don't know much about the Witcher/Iorveth himself; its just a list of his important features/facts, tbh.
replies.
I'm busy, so pls don't expect me to reply to anything very quickly. If u cant respect that, idk what 2 tell u other than u are going to be a very unhappy person, probably. P^/
romance & etc.
As far as shipping goes, the only one on this blog will be with Stevie's Geralt bec my son is a fucking GAY BABY. In other words, I'm single ship, and pls stop asking 2 hop on my son's dick thanks.
Furthermore, smut is never going to happen! I portray Iorveth as a sex-repulsed asexual, and I, for one, am also a sex-repulsed asexual. I ask that you respect this. pls. pls dont submit me pictures of ur dick. yes this has happened before and i will be a VERY UNHAPPY TEACUP IF U DO THIS!!!!!!!!! ITS GROSS!!!
exclusivity.
I do not care if you interact with a hundred thousand "doubles" or what not, and if you want me to be exclusive to you, then inform me and it shall be done. I have here an exclusive list. ( * Granted, this...sort of has to be reasonable; if u see me interacting with many of hte same muse, I'm probably...not going 2 agree to being exclusive to u. jsyk ?? It's a courtesy thing, tbh )
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