#lara dorren aep shiadhal

[cirithechildofdestiny]

Concept art of Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal.

[laurikarauchscat]

Ciri fucks around with time travel, leading to Lara Dorren finding out about the weird ass statue Avallac'h made "in her memory".

[No hate to people who like Avallac'h, I just really wanted to draw someone getting punched, and his face was the first to jump into my head 🤷‍♀️]

Reference poses : from this account on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/masters_of_anatomy?igsh=MWVsOWZlYXNtbmdpdQ==

[fabulousprancingtrashstallion]

I miss knowing what you're thinking And hearing how your day has been Do you think you could tell me everything, darling? But leave out every part about him Well, I can't help but notice You seem happier than ever now And I guess that I should tell you I'm sorry It seems I was the problem somehow Maybe I only brought you down But, oh, my love I wanna say, "I miss the green in your eyes" And when I said we could be friends, guess I lied I wanna say, "I wish that you never left" Oh, but instead, I only wish you the best I wanna say, "Without you, everything's wrong" And you were everything I need all along I wanna say, "I wish that you never left" Oh, but instead, I only wish you the best Lewis Capaldi - Wish You The Best

[witcherscreenshotsdump]

rocking that Calanthe hairstyle

[gayeredin]

my dear @kirihara drew this for my birthday, please look, thank you!!! 💛

[limerental]

tether

lara x cregennan, lara x avallac'h

Lara slips between two worlds and two very different bedpartners.

[elderbloodcarrier]

Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod is a book in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. It is one rendition of the tragic story of human mage Cregennan of Lod and an elven sage Lara Dorren.

Love knows no bounds, the saying claims. History knows no better proof of this adage than the romance between Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod.

She – a powerful elven Sage, bearer of the Elder Blood, promised to the great Avallac'h. He – a human mage of great talent and humble birth. She – able to live centuries, if not millennia. He – likely to live no more than three score years and ten, like each of us. 

They should have hated each other, scorned each other. Instead, they burned for one another with powerful love.

Heedless to the war raging around them, to the condemnations and curses raining down on them from all sides, they led a humble and happy life. Soon Lara was with child. A babe born of Lara and Cregennan might have joined the best of both races, united them at long last. Alas, this was not to be. Humans considered Cregennan a traitor and a renegade. They demanded he abandon Lara – and when he refused, they decided to murder them both. Cregennan died, while Lara, still heavy with child, escaped with her life. She ran to Tretogor, to beg succor and support from Cerro, Queen of Redania. What then came to pass? 

Here elven and human sources diverge, presenting two irreconcilable versions. According to the chroniclers of the Aen Seidhe, "...Her pleas did not soften the stony dh'oine hearts, the hearts of merciless and cruel humans. When Lara, pleading for mercy, if not for her, then at least for her child, clutched on to the door of the royal carriage, the queen ordered her maimer to strike with his sword and cut off her fingers. That night, crushed by a fierce frost, Lara breathed her last sigh, on a hill, in the woods, giving birth to a daughter whom she protected with the fading embers of her own warmth." 

Human legends, however, have Cerro saying, "Ask not me for grace, ask instead those whom you have harmed with your magic. Brave you were when you wrought those foul deeds, brave be you now, when the pursuit of justice nears. Your sins are not in my power to forgive." In reply, Lara said, "My doom is at hand, but yours, queen, is also nigh. Remember Lara Dorren in that terrible hour, queen, remember her death and her curse. And know that my curse will hound you and your seed, to the tenth generation will it damn your line."

Wherein lies the truth cannot be said. Both versions are surely false, for both seek to blacken their enemy. 

Sad is Lara's end – the hate between races which Cregennan wished so badly to end is now so strong that its darkness has forever obscured the truth of her fate.

[starwrittenfates]

"I’m stuck in your head, I’m back from the dead Got you running scared, I’m fearless I’m calling you out, I’m taking you down Don’t you come around, I’m fearless"

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[theladyofspaceandtime]

Threads of Destiny and Fate - The first 2 chapters are currently up!

Story Summary: Carrier of the Elder Blood. Seagull. Aen Saveherne. Do you know the tale of Lara Dorren? Pairings: Avallac'h/Lara Dorren, Cregennan of Lod/Lara Dorren, Auberon & Lara Tags: The Wild Hunt (The Witcher), Aen Elle (The Witcher), Aen Seidhe (The Witcher), Elves, Worldbuilding, Pre-Canon, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Lore, Origin Story, Elder Blood (The Witcher), Eventual Romance, Tragic Romance, Family Feels, Character Development, We already know how this is going to end but seeing how it begins is fun

This is my origin story for Lara Dorren, exploring her life, how the Elder Blood came to be, and the world of the Aen Elle.

Check out the Prologue for more on the story details!

[tinumiel]

The Tale of Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod.

"...Cregennan of Lod and Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal, the legendary lovers, torn apart and destroyed by the time of contempt. He was a sorcerer and she was an elf. [...] What might have been the beginning of reconciliation was transformed into tragedy"

—Andrzej Sapkowski, The Time of Contempt.

[ Gaia Weiss as Lara Dorren ] [ Arnas Federavičius as Cregennan of Lod ]

[cirithechildofdestiny]

[laurikarauchscat]

Lara Dorren

You could have done so much more if you only had time

[bookcalanthedaily]

working on an edit for elder blood women, and here are my fancasts:

lara dorren aep shiadhal

riannon of redania

fiona of temeria

muriel kameny, the lovely harlott

adalia of garramone

calanthe fiona riannon

pavetta fiona elen

cirilla fiona elen riannon

[fabulousprancingtrashstallion]

"In another world, I think I could have loved you always, and maybe in another universe you could have let me."

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[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 16

Avallac'h returns to Tir ná Lia in the wake of Lara's death. content warning for canon-typical yucky elves but there are some of my own headcanons in here too

The churning sky above Tir ná Lia did not bode well for Avallac'h's reception. Word had travelled faster than he could. Events had progressed faster than he could forestall. His own actions had had unforeseen consequences.

Avallac'h had always had a blind spot.

As he stumbled from the portal, he felt more queasy from such travel than he had since he was an apprentice, but it was not truly the portal but an uncomprehending grief that soured his stomach.

Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal was dead.

It was not a grief-stricken, furious Auberon who swept down the grand staircase to meet him but Eredin. His red cloak flowed like water behind him, and his face was twisted with cold rage. Avallac'h did not have the time or desire to draw his sword before the general had a fist around his throat, his back pinned to a marble pillar.

Fortunately, Eredin's gloves were plain leather and not his ornate gauntlets sharpened to points along the knuckles. The leather creaked beneath Avallac'h's jaw, and he almost regretted the lack of sting. It would have been easier to bear, to comprehend.

The yawning pain of Lara's absence felt too dull and far away. Its immense weight had yet to settle into truth. 

The truth of how it had happened was murky and may always be, but one fact pained him the most.

Lara had died alone.

“What did you do?” Eredin hissed through his teeth, shaking him like a misbehaving dog. “He is worse than he was after Shiadhal. Do you hear that?”

Thunder rumbled above the citadel with no slice of lightning to follow, and Avallac'h closed his eyes to listen to the raw sound of Tir ná Lia itself answering its monarch’s grief. 

The humans of the Continent told tall tales of how the land had once loved the elves of old, but they only knew half of it. The land they occupied was bound and mastered by ancient magic that the Aen Seidhe had forgotten. At its master's pleasure, the land bore fruit, but rage and grief threatened to tear the earth asunder.

“I did only what Auberon asked,” said Avallac'h. “The boy would have perished soon enough either way. Human lifespans are so brief. Had I know that she would–”

“You let yourself be blinded, Crevan. You wanted her to yourself,” Eredin said. The clutch of his hand dropped away, and Avallac'h rubbed at his throat, eyes falling closed as he felt all the weariness of his great age.

Eredin was not wrong. He had been blind. It had been Auberon's suggestion to incite the violence that would fatally spill Cregennan's blood, but Avallac'h should have considered more of the consequences. 

Most cruel of all, it was his hesitance to put the plan in motion, knowing how fully Lara was fascinated with the boy, that had led to his fatal miscalculation.

He had waited too long. Allowed her infatuation to grow too deep. 

If he had acted sooner, Lara may have mourned for a time and then remembered herself and the responsibility of her blood and finally taken her place beside him. 

He had dreamed of it often. A vision with startling clarity. Her green eyes shining with happiness, smile cheeky and flirtatious. Her body rounding with the shape of the growing babe.

How arrogant he had been to assume that her brilliant joy would be his future self's doing. That the child would be his.

Avallac'h himself had not pulled the blade on Cregennan and had not turned his back to Lara as she lay dying, but his arrogance had killed her all the same.

A deafening rumble of thunder rattled the very foundations of the citadel.

“Go to him,” commanded Eredin. His fury was its own show of grief, unable to bear Auberon's distress. “I could not console him, but he has always listened to you.”

“That may have changed,” said Avallac'h. 

Eredin stopped him by arm before he could climb the stairs. Auberon's advisers had never been fond of one another, but now, the general's severe expression darkened with open dislike. 

“It is said her babe is in the care of a human queen. A girl. You may not have ruined all of it. If you can stomach it, we still may–”

“No,” said Avallac'h with a cold surety. The very thought inspired fresh queasiness. To look into the eyes of Lara's daughter as he lay beside her and– “We will find some other path.”

He would never allow himself to be so distracted again.