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envihellbender · 13 days

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Xanthe and Ceri somehow

Rating: General Audience

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3/Dragon Age

Characters: Xanthe (OC), Ceri (OC), Iron Bull (referenced).

Summary: The Bull’s Chargers attract the attention of Xanthe, who thinks they can use the mercenary group to their advantage against the Absolute.

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The Bull’s Chargers were known all over Baldur’s Gate as a highly regarded mercenary group with a striking leader. The Iron Bull was a tiefling - with a hint of drow blood the rumours said - who most of the city could spot from twenty feet away. He was tall, broad shouldered, heavy set, with large impressive horns, and managed to be even louder than his appearance was distinctive. He spoke like a noble, which always surprised people, and he dressed as if he had plenty of money to spare. His group collected outcasts from all walks of life so long as they were skilled enough to keep up with him. The one Xanthe was most curious about was currently sitting at a table in the Elfsong tavern. They had done their research and recognised the Charger immediately - Ceri, surname unknown but it was strongly suspected he had an affiliation with the Trevelyans. A noble family from Waterdeep who were known for the dark red hair, dusky skin, and violet eyes that seemed to identify every member as one of their own. Even the illegitimate children of Andreas Trevelyan, the patriarch of the family, bore the resemblance. Given they were human and Ceri was half elf, it didn’t take much thought to wonder what his connection was.

As Xanthe approached him they kept this in mind, they knew he wouldn’t be bought, because if he wanted he could be making a very prosperous living by blackmailing his father. Instead he chose to stay on the sidelines, he could have easily started his own mercenary company, money was not an issue, or at least he made it look that way. Xanthe took a deep breath, nodded to her companions and approached Ceri who sat on his own table pouring over a few maps.

“I want a word with your employer,” Xanthe asked him suddenly skipping the introduction entirely. Ceri jumped a little at the sudden noise but all shock left his body when he saw who was speaking. It was then he sighed in annoyance. Xanthe couldn’t help but feel a little affronted.

“Boss has been expecting you.” Ceri said before looking back at the table. “If you want to hire the Chargers, go through the regular channels like everyone else.”

“I’m more interested in information,” Xanthe pressed, pulling out a chair and sitting down opposite Ceri who sighed in irritated and lifted one leg over the other with his hands on his lap.

“You’re going to be disappointed then.” Ceri intended this with finality but Xanthe didn’t move, instead they leaned forward.

“The Iron Bull originates from a militaristic cult of tieflings, yes? One he would prefer to keep away from?” They asked with a smirk on their lips. Ceri stiffened, furrowing his dark red eyebrows and narrowing his violet eyes on suspicion, he found him backing his chair away from Xanthe slightly. He knew they were laying the bait for Ceri to beg for information, but he knew better than that.

“That has nothing to do with you,” he replied simply and carefully. His demeanour hardened, as if any good will he had towards them had dissipated.

“Perhaps I know something about their next steps that The Iron Bull might not have.” This was the trump card and Xanthe knew it, they knew full well this would precisely what meant Ceri could not deny them, even if it came with some extra song and dance before that part.

“And how do I know you’re not just someone they’ve paid to smoke him out?”

“Well, I believe it is not your job to decide that, is it?”

“Not my job to play messenger boy either,” Ceri pointed out, his eyes went to the stairs. Xanthe followed his gaze, they wondered if Bull’s Chargers had rented a room here.

“He isn’t just your employer, is he?” Xanthe pointed out slyly.

“Bit of a personal question.” Ceri folded his arms and scowled a little affronted.

“I wonder what I could do with that information.”

“Literally nothing. Mine and Bull’s relationship isn’t a secret. It’s just not your business.”

“Is it a good idea to sleep with the man who has so much power over you?” Xanthe felt suddenly relieved that Karlach and Montauk had not joined them.

“Look,” Ceri said firmly, he spoke quietly and slowly, his fists curling in irritation as he spoke the words he’d had to repeat several times before. “When I’m on the job he barks orders and I follow them, when we’re not we do what every other couple does. It’s simple. He’s far too ethical for me to get special treatment, or for him to abuse his position.”

“Do the soldiers from his old group know about you?”

“I- well- why?”

“Curious, seems like it would be an obvious weakness for them to exploit.”

“What do you want?”

“A meeting with The Iron Bull.”

“Why?”

“I think his old cult is connected to the Absolute.”

“They’re not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They hate magic and their attitude to anything magical or just weird is either experiment on it or kill it.”

“If a parasite has taken control over one of the leaders then they may have changed their perception on that,” Xanthe pointed out, slipping an envelope filled with paper from their pack.

“Doubt it.”

“I found this, in one of their camps.” Xanthe placed the envelope in front of Ceri, he sighed and to it, quickly skimming the letters between The Arishok and Enver Gortash. Xanthe managed to restrain themself not to grin in success when they saw Ceri’s face fell.

“I- Gods. That’s… that’s not great.” He didn’t ask as he took the letters, he slipped them into his pack. He didn’t ask whether he could take them, but he knew Bull would not trust a stranger with this information. “Come with me,” Ceri said finally, getting to his feet. “We’ve got a room upstairs. I guess it won’t kill Bull to hear you out.”

#envi writes #dragon age/baldurs gate #dragon age inquisition #bg3 #Ceri oc #Xanthe oc

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anidyll · 5 months

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Tuesday 21st Nov

the whole group met up in the library to work on their sections and made summaries of what we had written for notes to use on the actual day. Practised over our individual sections and gave each other ideas on what to say and how to blend all of our parts together. made a definite layout of the presentation --> who would say what (Amelie reading the conclusion and Scarlett reading the introduction) and whos readings would go first, second and last (Amelie aka visual analysis first, Cerys aka iconography second and Scarlett aka the feminist reading last).

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birdbeecompany · 6 months

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(Oh boy, first post on this attempt of an RP/Ask sideblog, so major OOC for explanations and the like.)

Introduction/Agent Lore Dump for the Bird and Bee also known as Cerys and Joy respectively. 3, 2, 1, here we go, get ready for a wall of text about two Lobotomy Corporation agents because I wanna talk about them before I attempt to RP as them. They are two agents who work at a branch of the Lobotomy Corporation together in Training. Joy came before Cerys, and so Cerys sees Joy as a superior. Despite Cerys having survived a long while along with Joy at said Lobotomy Corp, she never really adjusted nicely to the chance of dying on the job, which has actually occured for her, she died via Spider Bud which gave her bad arachnophobia when the Manager brought her back. Though, that was when she used to work in Information. She has now obtained EGO from the abnormality Big Bird, and is usually entrusted with Attachment work. Cerys is usually more of a nervous wreck trying to survive her job that she got because she literally wanted to know how it was done, and thought it would be easy. Joy originally used to work in Control until a bit of agent movement was needed. Joy never experienced any kind of deaths previously, but she does try her damn hardest to assist Cerys due to her learning about her previous experience from Cerys herself. Speaking of Cerys, Joy and Cerys are incredibly close with each other, even to a point that if someone tries to harm Cerys, Joy will attack on sight. Joy utilizes the EGO Hornet from the abnormality Queen Bee, and is usually entrusted with Insight work. Joy got a job at a Lobotomy Corporation because she had serious money troubles, and didn't want to get kicked out of her own home. Joy is more aloof and maybe a little stoic, but she has her soft spots especially around Cerys. and about the RP/ask blog itself of A Bird, A Bee, and Potentially a Whole Company (Or ABABPWC because that title is really long) is more or less mainly about Cerys and Joy trying to just commit to their jobs and trying to survive. So stick around, and try to enjoy the potentially cringy as hell ride I'm gonna take you through with this mess of mine.

#lobotomy corp oc #rp bio thing idk I never did this before #intro post #canon + oc

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ohghxst · 8 months

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ewan mitchell, male, he/him, 26 — dear all nations, OSIAN LLEWELLYN has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of CURSE, by NORMAL THE KID. the GUARD of ENGLAND is known to be IN FAVOR OF making peace. HE reminds me of THE DESOLATE SENSATION OF SOLITUDE AMIDST A THRONGED CHAMBER and FINDING STRENGTH TO BE KIND IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY? however did you know that HE HAS HAD PROGRESSIVE HEARING LOSS STARTING FROM A YOUNG AGE?

tw: disability

[ statistics ] ⸻

full name : osian llewellyn

nicknames : little deer (family only, if anyone found out and used it. he'd be ruined)

age : 26

gender + pronouns : male he/him

orientation : heterosexual (maybe)

[ appearance ] ⸻

height : 5'10

hair colour : brown

eye colour : blue

dominant hand : left

distinguishing scars : calloused hands covered with small scars here in there from years of sword training.

his hair is kept short, as he hate it long. wears a necklace that he keeps tucked in his tunic that his sisters gave him before join up to become a soldier/guard, for 'good luck'.

[ background + family ] ⸻

birthdate: december 11th

rank : guard

mother : seren llewellyn

father : elis llewellyn

sibling(s) : ceri, gwen, aled, rhys, gareth

[ introduction ] ⸻

you were born into a grandiose family, the sixth of your lineage. your father, a master of the stables, served a distinguished noble family, while your mother was their esteemed seamstress. as you matured, you and your three brothers worked alongside your father as grooms, tending to the majestic horses with utmost care and precision. while your sisters helped your mother.

however, just before your seventh birthday, sudden change befell you. your mother called out to you in the yard, but you were oblivious to her presence until she tapped you on the shoulder. your father barked orders, yet all you heard was a muffled sound. concerned, a physician was called, and it was soon discovered that you were going deaf and will eventually it'll be gone completely.

undeterred, you learned the art of lip reading, though it proved challenging in dim lighting, amidst laughter, hand gestures, and accents. nevertheless, your thirst for more in life than tending to horses remained unquenched.

you concealed your disability as you applied to become a guard, a feat that was no easy task. on numerous occasions, you were almost discovered, but a kindred spirit you met along the way to becoming a guard came to your aid, ensuring your success.

now a full-fledged guard, you have accompanied the royal family to Scotland, seeking solace and tranquillity.

[ hooks ] ⸻

while osian can read lips, its very taxing mentally, and can get a bit challenging with all the different accents, words that are pronounced similarly, lighting, etc. sometimes, if he is feeling cheeky, he won't even bother paying attention, or use his deafness to avoid conversations with people when they try calling him over.

this man has two likes. plants and the stars. but mostly the stars. knows nothing about them but he likes to look up at them and wonder.

is able to talk normally if one were to pay attention they'd notice a very slight 'deaf accent'. sometimes doesn't realize he might be shouting, which is why he usually stays and too himself mostly.

osian is not yet completely deaf, as he can still hear on his right but it's extremely muffled, while his left is practically non-existent. so if and when he comes clean, stand on his right.

100% purebred good boy....with a cheeky side

#nomad.intro #tw: disability #i think thats the only trigger needed. he got a happy life.#ⅠⅠⅠ. ⸻ › 𝑜𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃 ‹

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cursedprincesarchive · 9 months

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All You Can Do

Lyssa stares at the sleeping figure on the ground beside her, a look of mild confusion on her face. After almost three years as Ceri’s student, she had become accustomed to waking up in unfamiliar places; but she had never woken up next to a person before. After a few more seconds of staring at the stranger, Lyssa finally recognizes her. The girl had arrived only a few months ago, and had been advancing quickly through her lessons. The other students referred to her as a prodigy, saying that her natural aptitude for pyromancy was so strong that Ceri had actively sought her out as a student. Lyssa grits her teeth against a wave of envy and turns her gaze away from her companion. Looking for a distraction, she searches her pockets for a note. It doesn’t take her long to find the piece of parchment hidden in one of her pockets; and she unfolds it to find a message written in familiar, neat handwriting.

Leave the forest and make your way back to the school.

Lyssa cocks her head to one side in confusion and continues to scan the paper. “This seems…easier than their usual exams. Why would they-” She abruptly cuts off her own train of thought as she reads the next sentence.

Only one of you may return.

Lyssa’s heart races, and she crumples the note in her hand. “Do they expect us to fight each other? Or is this just a race, to see who can make it back faster?” She stares at the girl on the ground next to her, wondering if she should take advantage of her competition’s unconscious state. Before she can make a decision, the girl stirs; and Lyssa hurriedly incinerates the paper she was holding with a fire spell.

“Wh-where am I?” The girl’s voice is groggy, and she seems more confused than scared as she gets to her knees, brushing leaf litter out of her dark curls. “The last thing I remember is eating dinner, how did I get here?”

“It’s a…practical exam of sorts. Ceri has their servants drug the food and drop students off in places where they can practice what they’ve learned” Lyssa explains.

“Oh. That seems dangerous.” The girl wears an expression of confusion that annoys Lyssa. Of course it’s dangerous, how else are they supposed to learn? Lyssa holds her tongue, and instead silently watches the girl get to her feet, amber eyes darting around the clearing. “What are we supposed to do?” She turns to Lyssa, waiting expectantly for an answer.

Lyssa composes herself and gets to her feet as well, noting with amusement that she towers over the girl, whose head barely comes up to Lyssa’s shoulder. “We just have to leave this area and return to Ceri. That’s it.” Lyssa feels a small pang of guilt about lying, but tamps it down. She’ll need every possible advantage to come out on top. Now is not the time to play fair.

“Oh, well that’ll be easy!” The girl’s bright demeanor annoys Lyssa, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “My name is Nymeria, by the way! Most people just call me Nym, though.” She extends her hand to Lyssa, waiting for her to return the introduction.

“Lyssa.” She pretends not to see Nym’s extended hand, and turns around to survey their surroundings. The clearing is relatively peaceful, though Lyssa notes with some concern that the forest is eerily silent and there appear to be animal bones poking up from beneath the roots of the trees. Something lives here, and it’s dangerous.

“Hey…Nym.” Using the girl’s name feels awkward, Lyssa usually didn’t bother to learn new students’ names. Most of them don’t make it past the first year anyways, so there was no point in wasting time getting to know them. “There’s something here. These places usually have a monster or two living in them.”

“I feel it too. There’s no birds, that’s not a good sign.” Nym surveys the forest alongside Lyssa. “Looks like there’s a path over there.” she says, pointing to a small gap in the trees. Nym starts moving towards the path, and Lyssa follows a few feet behind her.

“Hopefully whatever is living here will attack her first. Then I can incapacitate her after she’s worn out from the fight.” The plan is hardly honorable, but honor isn’t Lyssa’s problem. She needs to win. She has to win. Lyssa walks silently behind Nym, watching the trees around them for any sign of danger. Nym, on the other hand, is painfully chipper. She’s softly humming a tune to herself and tossing a fireball back and forth between her hands. Lyssa glares at Nym’s back, hoping that whatever attacks them does it soon. Unfortunately, the silence is broken by Nym instead of some horrible creature.

“So how long have you been studying pyromancy?”

“Three years.”

The short answer does little to discourage Nym, who doesn’t seem to notice the hostility in Lyssa’s voice. “That’s amazing! You must have learned a lot by now!”

“Yeah, I learned not to make a bunch of fucking noise when I’m in a dangerous forest, idiot.” Lyssa barely holds back from saying her snide remark out loud. If Nym wants to put a target on her back by chattering loud enough to wake the dead, all the better for Lyssa. Instead, she responds to Nym’s enthusiasm with a curt “I have.”

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I can study under Ceri for three whole years,” Nym admits, “I’ve barely been here three months and I’m already homesick. Even sending letters to my family isn’t helping much, I really miss them.” Her voice softens on the last few words.

“Letters?” Lyssa is taken aback. Ceri discouraged any kind of communication with outside influences, even family. She knew for a fact that they had a servant intercept any letters and destroy them. How was Nym getting away with talking to her family?

“My family’s been breeding doves for generations, and some of them are trained to deliver letters!” says Nym. She beams with pride as she continues, “my brother and I have been sending one back and forth ever since I got here. Most birds have some homing instinct, but doves especially are really good at finding their way back home.”

“How does it know how to get back to Ceri’s property?”

“That’s the really clever bit! They can be trained to remember multiple places, so one of them just tagged along with me when I first came here.”

“That’s…interesting. And something that would get you in MAJOR trouble with Ceri if they found out.” Lyssa thinks with a wince.

“I really do miss my parents and brother, though,” Nym says. She turns back around to face Lyssa before continuing, “do you miss your family?”

Lyssa is too shocked to speak, but the hateful expression that crosses her face serves as enough of an answer on its own. Nym immediately turns back around with an awkward cough and immediately changes the subject. “So…ah…how old are you? You’re really tall.” Her cheerfulness sounds slightly forced now, and Lyssa quietly revels in Nym’s strained tone. Serves the invasive little bitch right.

“Twenty.”

“Oh! That’s how old my brother is!” Nym seems to have recovered quickly. “He’s seven years older than me, so we weren’t close when I was little; but once I started talking more we got along really well! People say he’s the only one who can sit through a conversation with me without losing his mind from how much I talk.” She punctuates the last statement with a nervous laugh.

Lyssa doesn’t react at first; but after doing some math, her eyes widen slightly. “You’re thirteen?”

“Yep! I turn fourteen in just three more months though!”

Lyssa’s stomach turns. She was already feeling hesitant about harming Nym to guarantee that she’d be the only one to make it back, but the idea of hurting a child made her doubt her ability to go through with it even more. She’d never killed anyone before, and even though Ceri always said that death was simply the natural consequence of being a lesser combatant; killing someone that young felt wrong. Even leaving her to the mercy of whatever was living in these woods felt horrible. “Maybe I can persuade her to just go home? She’s already said she’s homesick, maybe with a little bit of convincing-”

A sudden cracking noise cuts off Lyssa’s thoughts and causes both students to freeze in their tracks. Lyssa whips her head around, looking for the source of the noise; but all she can see off to the side of the path are the tangled roots and branches of the surrounding trees. The forest is so densely packed with dark green foliage and brown branches that she can only see a few feet out from the path. She grimaces in annoyance as she kicks some of the roots near the side of the path. The forest is so dense that throwing fire into it as an attempt to see further inside would risk igniting the leaf litter and setting the whole place ablaze. Lyssa turns back towards Nym, noticing that she feels like she’s being watched.

“Wh-what was that?” Nym looks nervous, and is hugging her arms close to her chest.

“Dunno. Can’t see anything, we just have to keep moving.” Lyssa walks back towards Nym, which seems to shake her out of her frozen state. She quickly begins walking along the path once more, though Lyssa notices that she is no longer humming. The two of them walk in silence for a while before Nym once again pipes up.

“So what’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Pretty! I really like green, my mom’s eyes are green. What’s your favorite food?”

“Anything spicy.”

“Oh, I can’t handle spicy food. It makes my tongue hurt. Do you like to draw?”

The conversation continues much in the same vein; with Nym asking childish questions and Lyssa giving terse responses, until the two of them come upon a split in the path. The small dirt road diverges into one path that leads steeply uphill and another that snakes downhill towards a series of small ponds. Lyssa notices with some trepidation that the uphill branch has long vertical slash marks on some of the trees further up the path. Nym stops and stares at the fork until Lyssa speaks up.

“We need to split up. One of us will take the upper path and the other takes the lower path.”

“Do we really have to?” Nym sounds nervous again, and unconsciously reaches for the hem of Lyssa’s sleeve. Lyssa considers jerking her hand away, but decides against it.

“Yes. It’s the only efficient way to cover ground. Whoever finds a dead end can send up a fireball for the other person to see over the trees, then go rejoin the other person.” Lyssa walks forwards towards the uphill path. “I’ll take this one. You take the lower path.”

Nym eyes the path nervously, but eventually nods. “Okay. If I find the exit, I’ll wait for you.”

Lyssa grunts in acknowledgement and begins climbing up her path as Nym moves downhill. Lyssa soon loses sight of her younger companion, and feels a slight twinge of worry about sending her off on her own. “No. I need to focus. I have to beat her. She has a home to return to. I don’t. If I find the exit, I’ll just leave. She’ll make her way out eventually.” Continuing up the path, Lyssa notices that more and more trees bear the vertical slashes she had spotted earlier. At least she no longer feels like she’s being watched. Lyssa continues walking, letting her mind drift.

Eventually, the path evens out and gets wider, leading to a small plateau that overlooks the forest. Lyssa can see the clearing where her and Nym first woke up. The plateau itself is a dead end, and Lyssa gives a frustrated moan when she realizes this. As she turns around to head back towards the other path, she notices a small cave off to the side of the plateau. She isn’t stupid enough to go inside, but what she can see from the outside confirms what she had suspected while walking up the path. The walls of the cave are covered in the same vertical slashes that the trees bore, and there are piles of bones littered throughout the cave itself. The bones themselves look like they’ve been partially dissolved.

“Great. Whatever it is spits acid. That’s what I needed today.” Lyssa turns her back on the cave with a shudder. Whatever it is, it isn’t home right now; and she needs to leave before it gets back. After casting fireball directly upwards to signal to Nym that her path was a dead end, she makes her way back down the path. Once she reaches the main road once more, she heads downhill to rejoin Nym.

After a few minutes of walking, Lyssa begins to get nervous. Nym seemed too naive to trick her, but what if she had just made a break for the exit? She’s beginning to regret not keeping Nym in her line of sight. The ponds seem to have saturated the surrounding ground with water, making the path muddy and hard to move though. Nym couldn’t have gotten far. As Lyssa passes a bend in the road, she realizes that she was right. Nym hadn’t gotten very far at all.

It takes Lyssa a few seconds to take in the scene in front of her. The bend in the path hid a small pond, and lying next to that small pond is…something. It’s about the size of a moose, but more closely resembles some kind of salamander. It’s covered in branches, and for a second Lyssa thinks that tree had fallen onto it until she realizes that the branches are part of the creature. Lyssa knows what this thing is. There was some formal name for it that she couldn’t quite remember, but people in her village had called these creatures “hidebehinds”. They lived in densely forested areas and mimicked their surroundings with the branchlike appendages on their body. They could contort their bodies in ways that didn’t seem possible, and their mimicry was so good you could stand next to one and not notice it. With their razor sharp claws and ability to spray deadly acid at prey, they were formidable monsters. Each person in Everglade could recount at least one story about a hidebehind stalking a group of travelers and picking them off one by one until the only survivor was forced to face down a towering creature that was almost indistinguishable from the surrounding trees. The cracking sound they had heard earlier must have been this thing adjusting its position a little too quickly. As an ambush predator, it had probably been following them for a while; and splitting up had given it the opportunity to attack.

Lyssa instinctively brings her hand up, fire already dancing in her palm, but she quickly realizes that the creature is already dead. Its body is covered in scorch marks, and there is a still-smoldering hole in the creature’s chest. “Huh, Nym got it pretty good. Wait, where is she?” Lyssa tears her focus away from the creature to look for the young girl. It takes her a few seconds to find her; and when she does, she sucks air in through her teeth.

Nym is lying on the ground about a dozen feet away from the hidebehind. She’s not moving, and as Lyssa approaches she realizes why. Nym has very clearly been hit by the hidebehind’s acid. She’s lying on her stomach, but even from a distance Lyssa can see that she’s in the center of a growing pool of gore. The nearer she gets to Nym’s still form, the more the metallic scent of blood overpowers the earthy smell of the forest. Nym’s legs and lower back are a mess of blood and melted flesh, and Lyssa can see the pearl white of bone in multiple places. Lyssa is glad that Nym is laying face down; from the smell and what little she can see, it seems like the acid has eaten its way into her intestines. Despite her mind screaming at her to make a run for it, Lyssa continues to walk towards Nym. She finally reaches the small figure lying on the ground, feeling the mud squelch underneath her boots. Trying not to think too long about why the ground over here is wetter, she crouches down and awkwardly reaches toward Nym’s body. There’s nothing she can do for her at this point; but maybe she can at least close her eyes, like mom did when folks in Everglade would bring in people for her to heal that were already long gone. Then, to Lyssa’s horror, Nym stirs. Her dark curls are plastered to her scalp and her face is smeared with mud as she turns her head towards Lyssa.

“I killed it.”

“Yeah, you did good.” Lyssa’s voice is strained, but Nym doesn’t seem to notice.

Nym smiles at the praise; and rests her head sideways on the ground, facing towards Lyssa. “It spit something at me.” Her eyes seem distant, and her voice is quiet. “Is it bad? It doesn’t feel that bad.”

Lyssa breaks eye contact for a moment. “What do I say? How do I tell her she’s-?”

A memory suddenly rises to the front of her mind. She had been pretty young, probably eight or nine. A man had been brought to her mom after a hunting party had stumbled into a basilisk nest. Ma had sent her upstairs to her room, but Lyssa was still able to witness some of what was happening by peering through a crack in the floor. The man was panicking and kept asking Mom if he was going to die. She kept reassuring him that he was going to be fine, that she would be right there the whole time. Lyssa remembers being confused as to why Mom hadn’t used any magic or even told Ma to go get bandages. Mom had just pulled a chair up next to where the man was lying on the kitchen table and held his hand, talking to him the whole time. After a few minutes, he went quiet and Mom had called his friends to come retrieve him.

The next day, as Mom had been helping Lyssa dress up for the man’s funeral pyre, Lyssa finally asked her mom a question.

“Why did you lie to him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you tell him he wasn’t gonna die? He did.” Lyssa hadn’t been upset or accusatory, just confused.

Mom let out a long sigh, and pulled Lyssa close to her. “Sometimes, people can’t be healed. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be helped. I lied to him because he was beyond what any healing spell could do. He was always going to die. I just made sure he didn’t die scared.” Mom had looked distant as she spoke, “Sometimes that’s all I can do for someone.”

At the time, Lyssa had just accepted this explanation and moved on. She was just a kid, there was no reason for her to ever use that information. Now, staring at a child who is too far gone to know that she’s dying, Lyssa is grateful to her mom. She sits down in the mud next to Nym and forces a smile, thankful that the girl’s eyes seem unfocused. “You’re fine, it’s going to be okay.”

Nym seems to relax a bit, and smiles weakly towards Lyssa. “I’m really tired.”

“You can take a nap if you want. I’ll wait here next to you.”

“That…sounds nice.” Nym’s voice is getting fainter, and her eyes keep drifting shut. Lyssa awkwardly places a hand on the girl’s back, avoiding the areas that the acid has touched. Nym speaks up once more, quietly enough that Lyssa has to lean in to hear her.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“…I really like yellow. It looks like sunshine.”

“Oh, pretty. My mom’s…eyes are green. So my favorite color is…green.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“I miss my mom…and my dad. And my brother…I’m gonna tell them about you in my next letter. You’re really nice.”

“Thank you, Nym.”

“Did you know that…doves can be trained…to deliver…” Nym trails off before she can finish her sentence and finally goes silent. Lyssa waits until she can no longer feel Nym’s chest rise and fall underneath her hand before she finally stands up. With one final look at the body, she turns around and continues down the path.

Lyssa’s journey back to Ceri’s property is uneventful. The path out of the forest is easy to follow, and the hidebehind must have scared off any other monsters in the area. There is a main road near where the forest ends, and Lyssa arrives at the front gates before Nym’s blood finishes drying on her shoes. She’s greeted at the front gate by one of Ceri’s servants, who tells her to go see them in their study. Ceri doesn’t like messes in their hallways; so Lyssa is careful to wipe her boots on the rug by the front door, leaving brown and red streaks behind. Ceri opens the door to their study shortly after Lyssa knocks on it, gesturing for her to enter. They do not give her permission to sit, so she stands before their desk with her hands folded carefully behind her back.

“Where is Nymeria?”

“She died.” Lyssa knows better than to bother Ceri with unnecessary details.

“Good. Good.” Ceri sits down at their desk, and observes Lyssa over the top of their glasses. “I had faith that you would be the one to return. Do you know why, Lyssa?”

She feels a chill run up her spine as Ceri uses her name, and she’s unsure if she’s supposed to answer or not. Luckily, her hesitation goes unnoticed, and Ceri continues talking.

“Nymeria was a…talented pyromancer, certainly. But talent can only get you so far, and I could tell that she would fail me in the future. She lacked the most important quality I seek in my students. Do you know what that is?”

Lyssa knows the answer to this question; and from the expectant look that Ceri is giving her, they do want her to speak. “Loyalty.”

“Yes. Loyalty is far more important in a student than mere potential, and you have proven that today. You lack much of the innate talent that girl had, but I know that you are loyal. That you would not fail me. And you did not.” Ceri rises from their chair and approaches Lyssa, grabbing her chin and tilting her head upwards so they can scrutinize her face. “You did well. I’m very proud.”

The swell of pride that Lyssa feels is almost overwhelming. “Thank you.”

Ceri lets go of her and walks over to a cabinet, pulling out a small metal key and handing it to Lyssa. “Her room was the one at the end of the hall on the third floor. Remove her belongings and burn them. I want the space cleared out so that I have room to take on a new student who will not fail me like she did.”

Lyssa takes the key and starts walking down the hall. Her joy at being praised by Ceri is battling with the strange numbness she’s felt since leaving the forest, and the conflict is starting to make her stomach turn. When she eventually reaches Nym’s room, her hands are shaking so hard she struggles to fit the key into the lock. Once she finally pushes the door open, she immediately begins gathering up Nym’s clothes and belongings and tossing them out the window. After a few minutes, she turns around with an armload of stuffed animals and is faced with a small white bird sitting on the windowsill. She drops the toys in surprise and stares at the bird. It seems equally as confused as she is, but it hops in through the open window and settles on the desk. Lyssa finally notices that it’s wearing a small harness with a metal tube attached to it. She reaches towards the bird; and it doesn’t shy away from her touch, so she opens the metal tube and removes the piece of paper contained inside. A quick scan of the paper reveals it’s a letter, addressed to Nym. Lyssa doesn’t read the entire thing, but it seems to be from Nym’s brother. A strange pressure seems to wrap around her throat and chest as she holds the letter, and she can feel her eyes starting to sting. The bird watches her with beady eyes as she prepares to burn the page, but something stops her. Instead, she flips the piece of paper over and grabs a pen from the desk. The message she writes is short, but by the end of it her hands are shaking once again.

Your sister is dead. Do not come to this place. It is not safe.

I’m sorry.

Lyssa rolls the note up and places it back in the metal tube. The bird seems to be trained to respond to that action, as it immediately stands up and flies out the window. She watches it disappear into the distance, then returns to clearing out Nym’s possessions from her room. Ceri would not be pleased if she took too long. Once all of the items have been thrown into a pile outside the window, Lyssa descends to the ground floor and lights the pile on fire. A few other students notice what she’s doing. All of them move past her with lowered heads, simply grateful that it isn’t their belongings being burned.

Sleep does not come easily to Lyssa that night. She remains awake, staring at the ceiling of her room. Closing her eyes conjures up a series of images that don’t make any sense. Nym’s dead body with bone exposed under melted flesh, bleached white bone peeking through the roots of a tree, a white bird staring at her with beady black eyes, Nym staring at her with amber eyes that can’t seem to focus on her face, Ceri holding her face with one hand, Nym’s small hand grabbing the hem of her sleeve…Lyssa keeps her eyes open for as long as she can. Eventually, exhaustion weighs her eyelids down and she slips into a fretful sleep. None of her dreams that night are pleasant.

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busimness · 1 year

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Metode de utilizare eficientă a prognozelor de fotbal

Câțiva dintre noi considerăm pariurile sportive ca pe o dată anterioară, însă nu sunt mulți fani ai jocurilor care câștigă o mulțime de bani din cauza pariurilor la diferite jocuri. Dintre jocurile deschise pentru pariuri, fotbalul este unul dintre cele mai cunoscute. În cazul în care ești novice în pariurile sportive și trebuie să te concentrezi pe fotbal, vei vedea că sunt numeroși debutanți care și-au pierdut pariurile. De regulă, acești pariori au trecut cu vederea previziunile de fotbal sau le-au folosit inadecvat.

Ca urmare a dezvoltării internetului, un număr tot mai mare de pariori sportivi primesc gratuit diverse instrumente de joc în cel mai scurt timp posibil. Într-adevăr, chiar și casele de pariuri au răspuns cu entuziasm și și-au stabilit, de asemenea, site-urile, jurnalele web și, în mod surprinzător, destinațiile de interacțiune interpersonală pentru a-și oferi administrațiilor fie pentru nimic, fie pentru o anumită taxă. De la așteptările caselor de pariuri la tehnici de pariere, investigații de grup până la capacitățile jucătorilor, există în prezent o specialitate înfloritoare de presupuneri importante care ar putea fi utilizate de oricine înainte de a-și renunța pariurile.

În cazul în care sunteți începător, ghidul de date și informațiile împărtășite de așteptările fotbalistice competente ar putea fi o asistență critică pentru dvs. în alegerea pariului pe care să îl setați și, probabil, ceva dincolo de pariurile dvs. Evident, ideea principală pentru pariurile la fotbal este să ceri ajutor de la specialiști validi. S-ar putea să fii uimit de volumul percepției și măiestriei lor pe care le au. Acest lucru vă poate economisi timp, active și, evident, numerar.

Există diverse locații de pariuri bazate pe web care oferă diverse administrații, inclusiv indicatori de joc și idei de pariuri live. De obicei, aceste site-uri propun gânduri introductive degeaba. Cu toate acestea, pentru sfaturi de ultimă oră și înșelătorie, ați putea avea nevoie de o participare pentru a continua. În timpul înscrierii, puteți obține o recompensă. Indiferent, încă sunteți conștient să faceți cercetări de bază și să alegeți propriile pariuri. Desigur, puteți profita de estimări de joc care oferă pariuri adecvate, fără a trece prin perioade lungi de explorare neexceptională și șanse periculoase.

Un număr din ce în ce mai mare de persoane au înțeles semnificația previziunilor de fotbal în extinderea șanselor de a câștiga pariul. În orice caz, mulți se îndoiesc de așteptările gratuite care se strecoară pe diverse site-uri. Majoritatea pariorilor precauți sunt foarte stresați să urmărească aceste previziuni, în special presupunând că acestea provin din surse online compuse de specialiști obscuri și auto-anunțați în fotbal.

În ciuda faptului că există mulți adevărați prognozatori de fotbal albastru care pur și simplu trebuie să-i îndrume pe parioși să-și retragă pariurile, este foarte riscant atunci când ați găsit întâmplător așteptări care sunt arbitrare și nu în lumina examinării prudente a elementelor care influențează consecința. a jocului.

Se recomandă alegerea unor prognozatori de joc care percep o mică cheltuială pentru predicțiile lor. Într-adevăr, un prânz gratuit nu poate exista. Acești indivizi au perioade lungi de implicare și își angajează continuu oportunitatea de a compune instrumente precaute și de susținere. Așa că este pur și simplu umil și drăguț că oferiți un stimulent legat de bani pentru efortul lor sârguincios. Pe lângă aceasta, suma pe care ai plăti-o în schimbul așteptărilor valoroase din fotbal ar acționa ca o asigurare că presupunerea te-ar putea ajuta să-ți câștigi pariurile.

Pentru mai multe informatii:-

Pronosticuri fotbal gratuite

Pronosticuri fotbal

Predictii inteligenta artificiala

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bloededhoine · 3 years

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world building cause twn doesn't pt. 1: the northern realms

okay i'm making this because 1 witcher netflix is the most convoluted and confusing thing i've ever seen and does literally no world building and 2 special interest make autism brain go brr.

basic info

this is gonna be a multi part series about the witcher universe but this is all about the northern realms!

ciri's timeline in twn encompasses the entirety of the first northern war, beginning with the attack on cintra and ending with the battle at sodden

this is just covering the human portions of the north. i'll talk about vergen, brokilon, and dol blathanna later

colour code cause i fucking love colour codes - already happened/introduced, probably s2, important background info, stuff that might be in the prequel, extras

general

so the entire witcher takes place on the continent

it's divided into multiple kingdoms, vassal states, and territories

now borders change a lot but this is the general idea before the first northern war (started 1263 with the invasion of cintra but we'll get more into that later)

also important to note that the show ends in 1264 with geralt meeting ciri in sodden

i'm sorry, i don't have quite enough spoons for an image discription for that map, but if someone wants to take over i'll link it here!

maps not mine, reddit link here

the continent is mainly divided between south and north, with nilfgaard and its dependencies and vassal states (including toussaint, mettina, vicovaro, nazair) in the south and the northern realms (redania, temeria, kaedwen, aedirn, lyria and rivia, cidaris, kovir and poviss, and creyden) in the north

aedirn

this is where yennefer is from! more specifically, it's capital vengerberg. as of twn, its king is virfuril. he's briefly name dropped in blood of elves and assassins of kings, you might remember him dancing with yennefer in the ball.

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that's him right there. for some extra trivia he's the 15th king of aedirn, his son is demavend III and his grandson is stennis

aedirn is mainly manufacturing. in the north (upper aedirn), dwarves control the continent's best mines. the south produces more finished goods like textiles, weapons, and dyes

for some notable aedirnians we have yennefer, saskia/saesenthessis (borch three jackdaws/villentretenmirth's daughter), letho, aplegatt, and seltkirk

aedirnian cities include vengerberg, gulet, and hagge

next up - redania!

as of the first northern war, redania's king was vizimir II. i don't think we saw him in twn, but i could be wrong. redania is known for having the best intelligence network on the continent, along with control of the best farmland

redania is a super important kingdom, and we've already met quite a few important redanians and will probably meet a lot more.

dandelion/jaskier, chireadan, shani, philippa eilhart, sigi dijkstra are all redanian

redanian cities - novigrad, oxenfurt (home of oxenfurt academy, dandelion's alma mater), tretogor (the capital), blaviken, and rinde

for temeria!

we briefly visited temeria in the episode with the striga (adda the white). as of the first northern war, the king is foltest. he lives in the capital vizima (controlled by nilfgaard in wild hunt). that's him right there

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temeria (especially foltest) is notoriously xenophobic and racist. but, it is one of the best places for sorceresses as its home to thanedd isle and aretuza.

temeria controls the mahakaman mountains, and therefore some of the most prosperous mines in the continent. these mines, along with highly developed agricultural and trade systems, make temeria mad rich

a lot of my favourites are temerian we have keira metz, vernon roche, thaler, *barf* triss merigold, codringher and fenn, jan natalis, and ves

temeria has a lot of important cities like gors velen, vizima (also spelled wyzim or wyzima), and maribor. there's also some territories/provinces like brugge, ellander, maribor, sodden, and velen

kaedwen

kaedwen is in the far north west, and is where the witcher fortress of kaer morhen is located. kaedwen is always feuding with aedirn over control of the pontar valley, a profitable area on the kaedweni-aedirnian border. as of the first northern war, kaedwen is ruled by king henselt, who might have been name dropped once or twice in twn i dont really remember.

kaedwen is very cold, a large portion of it is the blue, kestrel, and fiery mountains. it's also home to ban aard, which is basically the aretuza for boys and where stregobor taught istredd

the only really notable kaedwenis are sabrina glevissig (that's her in twn) and cregennan of lod

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some kaedweni cities are ban aard, ard carraigh, lod, and ban gleán

kaedwen, temeria, aedirn, and redania make up the four kingdoms, a group of human-majority states that nilfgaard really likes attacking. the northern wars are pretty much all nilfgaard vs the northern kingdoms, since most smaller realms are usually absorbed into either the north or south, but that doesn't mean they're not important!

cintra

twn gave us a solid introduction to cintra, which as you know was ruled by queen calanthe. her suicide after the nilfgaardian invasion was basically the first major casualty of the first northern war. cintra then became a nilfgaardian dependency, ruled by emperor emhyr var emreis

notable cintrians - princesses cirilla fiona elen rhiannon and pavetta fiona elen, angoulême, and the house of attre

cintra isn't very big, but does have the provence attre and cities like erlenwald and cintra (the capital)

cidaris

ruled by king ethain, one of the many people calanthe betrothed to ciri and then was like lol nevermind. also includes the province bremervoord, which is ruled by duke agloval and supported by the harvesting and trade of pearls

notable cidarians - dorregary, valdo marx, and vilgefortz (thats him there)

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cidarian cities include vole, roggeveen, and cidaris (the capital)

hengfors league

a group of 4 city states (caingorn, malleore, barefield, and cinfrid) that are ruled by king niedamir from the capital hengfors

notable residents include queen hedwig, boholt and the reavers, and deidre ademeyn

from what i've found all the city states have a capital of the same name

lyria and rivia

these are a little complicated, but basically lyria and rivia are the two main kingdoms of the confederation of realms in the dol angra valley. as of twn, queen meve of lyria and king reginald of rivia are married, therefore uniting the two realms

in the summer, the capital is lyria and in the winter it's rivia. lyria is also primarily agricultural while rivia is more industrial

queen meve is really the only important one here

kovir and poviss

kingdom in the far north that is responsible for the most exporting of minerals on the continent. as of the first northern war it is ruled by esterad thyssen

notable residents include stregobor, renfri, sheala de tancarville, coën, and istredd

important cities - creyden, tancarville, lan exeter, aedd gynvael, and thwyth

skellige

skellige is different from the other northern kingdoms in a few ways. one, it's not really a kingdom but a collection of 7 clans each led by a specific jarl. a clan is based on kinship, and the jarl rules them. what's confusing here is that there's also a jarl of skellige, who is in charge of the entire archipelago's armed forces. the king or queen of skellige is chosen by all of the jarls to help unify the clans against nilfgaard

skellige is also the only island kingdom. its an archipelago to the west of cintra, but is almost always allied to the north

the clans are brokvar, an craite, dimun, drummond, heymaey, tordarroch, and tuirseach, and they generally each occupy a specific island

the main islands are ard skellig (an craite and drummond), an skellig (tuirseach), faroe (dimun), hindarsfjall (heymaey), spikeroog (brokvar), and undvik (tordarroch)

some skelligers - crach an craite, eist tuirseach (that's him there), mousesack/ermion, draig bon-dhu, cerys and hjalmar an craite, and birna bran

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tldr: as of the first northern war, the main northern kingdoms are virfuril's aedirn, vizimir's redania, foltest's temeria, and henselt's kaedwen

thank you so much for reading this! i'm definitely gonna make more parts and will link them here when i do!

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