Tharja

Tharja roleplaying blog from FE:A Affiliated - Semi-Selective (Will only interact with mutuals) - AU, Crossover, and OC Friendly - Multi-Verse & Single-Ship - NSFW (Gore, Violence, Sex, etc.) - Mun & Muse are 21+ Please read my guidelines/rules. Narrated by: Lockheart

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She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.

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BOLD any which apply to your muse ! remember to REPOST ! feel free to add to the list !

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Tagging: @glorycrowned, @sugarcoatedklepto, @invisibleimpossibilities, @ensnared-in-a-daydream, @mementobellum, @sleihbeggey, and anyone else who wants to do this~

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Three jaw-droppers… Book aesthetics should always eminate the text within, and these here do just that; (left) PILLARS: Perichoresis, (middle) Psalter of Cain, (right) The Witchblood Grail.

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Out of Tomes - - -

Sorry about the inactivity! Been marathoning Witcher 3, making/organizing a D&D campaign, and practicing for an upcoming Overwatch tournament - needless to say, I've been busy. I will be returning on Tuesday, I promise I haven't gone on hiatus or lost my muse for Tharja. :3

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{ @sugarcoatedklepto }

Never in the name of a thousand gods would Tharja have imagined that someone would have enough gall to loot her supplies.

Her shelves were in disarray, her books were all out of order, and on the ground, a carelessly tossed jar of fish eyes helplessly leaked a murky, noxious fluid. Thieves, she concluded, still aghast at what appeared to be her own carelessness, their apparent dexterity, or any combination of both.

Of all the people within the Shepherds, Tharja knew of one with the closest ties to such circumstances. She tugged her cloak more tightly around her shoulders and swiftly exited her tent, still fuming but dead set on locating, hexing, then interrogating the sticky-fingered Gaius. In that exact order.

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Square Enix has released a variation of the main theme of NieR: Automata! This version of the song is performed by Emi Evans, who was featured in the music of the original NieR Gestalt/Replicant.

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’Lady Nightshade’ // Witcher AU

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{ @glorycrowned }

Passing through the threshold that is Tretogor Gate, one could not help but feel a bit... apprehensive. Trudging through the cobbled streets and feeling the prying gaze of every guard upon her back when they spotted the pair, the sorceress would fall into step closely behind her Witcher companion.

Though she did not seem particularly perturbed by the Temple Guards surrounding them and her features veiled beneath layers of velvet and shadow, in truth, she was on edge. Dealing with a handful of Witch Hunters was one thing, traipsing into a city swarming with both practitioners and worshippers of the Eternal Fire was beyond reckless. It was certain suicide for non-humans. Under any other circumstance, Tharja would never even consider waltzing into Novigard - however, their quest had led them here and they needed information from Triss in regards to the apparent sightings of a certain Witcheress - according to Geralt’s source.

As they neared Hierarch Square, a rather sizable crowd began to form and they eventually found themselves swept amongst the denizens.

Before them, two binded individuals, and surrounding them were a group of Temple Guards. They casted their torches into the wooden bundle beneath the pair, burning them alive as a bald man sermonized odious troths, as if justifying this vile act as pious veracity whilst people gawked - a few even cheering.

Her amethyst hues narrowed, dark brows furrowing as revulsion formed from within her bowels and roil violently as the victims’ bloodcurdling wails filled her ears, reverberating throughout the streets.

“Enough.” she seethed through gritted teeth, breaking away from the barbaric rabble and weaving through the throng towards the vicinity that Triss supposedly owned. She knew her companion would follow suit.

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She’s mad but she’s magic. There is no lie in her fire.

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The Dragon & The Sorceress // Witcher AU

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COMMON NAMES: Datura; Moonflower; Devil’s Apple; Jimson Weed; Malpitte; Toloache (D. inoxia)

EFFECTS CLASSIFICATION: Deliriant

DESCRIPTION: Most parts of the plant contain atropine, scopolamine and hyoscyamine which are known to cause intense delirious states. It has a long history of use by cartels and criminals in Columbia for its ability to disconnect awareness from the consciousness, allowing for easy manipulation of the victim.

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{ @kindlingknight }

Apprehension, then a primal urge screaming ‘RUN or be forced to lift weights until you DIE’ floods Tharja’s innermost thoughts when she spots a certain retrainer - and so she scrambles about, quickly remembering that she was currently in the barracks. There really is nowhere to escape.

“Frederick,” she says begrudgingly in lieu of greeting. Her arm tightens around the grimoire clutched against her chest and for a second, her hand slips ever so slightly. The very thought of Frederick’s self-developed, ‘Fantastic Fanatical Fitness Hour’, was enough to make her cringe and break out into a cold sweat.

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Her Shadow // Witcher Verse

Because I couldn’t help myself, I created a Witcher verse! If anyone is interested in creating a thread for this verse, feel free to contact me. I am extremely inspired and hyped, so I wouldn’t mind starting a few threads set in this AU - even if we already have ongoing threads.

Tharja is the daughter of the sorceress, Amoretta and her Druid husband, Defteros. She born in the forests located on the outskirts of Kovir and Poviss. Shortly after her birth, their circle was attacked by a band of Witch Hunters. As hierophant of their circle, Defteros fended off against their assailants alongside the other druids whilst her mother conjured a portal that had been amplified by a megascope in order to transport them to safety. Amoretta left the infant Tharja against an ancient oak amidst the fluorescent elven fields of Dol Blathanna with nothing more than a golden bangle with her name engraved upon it before backtracking through the portal in order to assist her husband. However, Defteros fell to the hunters and Amoretta promptly followed him in death.

As for the fate of their child, the infant would be shielded by the ancient tree, protected from the inhabitants that would do her harm - this was most likely due to her druidic ties. However, it could not provide her nourishment. Starving and desperately clinging onto her fragile life, the fates had spared her in the form of a certain sorceress of Vengerberg whom happened upon her; one scented by lilacs and gooseberries.

The sorceress Yennefer had long yearned for a child herself, but due to her infertility, was unable to bear children of her own. She took pity on the child and adopted Tharja as her ward. She quickly came to the realization that the child was a source, and so, the sorceress took it upon herself to instruct her in the ways of magic in order to refine and allow Tharja to effectively harness her gifts.

Tharja deeply loves and holds Yennefer in high regards, as both mentor and mother figure. She aspires to become just like her mother, so much so that she enchanted herself in order to mimic the sorceress’ appearance so that she resembled her - hair as dark as night and eyes matching that of amethyst.

The sorceress is a highly gifted herbalist and has an affinity for magic corresponding with the elements, fire and earth - despite them being polar opposites and the most challenging elements to master. Over the years, she has built an immunity towards most known poisons by taking them in small doses. Because of this, her very blood itself is poisonous. Tharja has also dabbled with necromancy and is able to bring the dead back to life for a time, as well as summoning lesser spirits and creatures from the nether regions to do her bidding. However, she does this sparingly. She is often associated with the scent of daturas and belladonnas.

Under Yennefer’s tutelage, she had grown into a young yet seasoned sorceress. Before long, Yennefer had sent the young mage away on a pilgrimage of sorts, advising her to seek out her parents in hopes that it would provide some clarity. Although Tharja had always been aware that Yennefer was not her biological mother, the fact never bothered her. However, she was curious, in regards to her origins.

Her expedition eventually led her to a circle just along the boards of Kovir and Poviss - or at least, remnants it. An giant yew tree was the only thing that remained, save for some abandoned wooden lodgings overrun by vegetation and worn manuscripts. Tapping into her druidic abilities, she was able to catch glimpses of the past through the tree and discern events that brought upon the untimely demise of the circle along with her parents at the hands of members of the Eternal Flame. Though she did not pursue the path of vengeance, any and all those affiliated with the cult whom had crossed paths with the sorceress were met with an agonizing slow and excruciatingly painful death. This has made her notorious amongst the Witch Hunters, whom have even dubbed her, ‘Lady Nightshade’.

Tharja then took it upon herself to seek out other circles in hopes that they would teach her how to properly utilize and apply her druidic gift. She would eventually find herself in Skellige, where she was mentored by the  hierophant, Ermion for a time. Through him, Tharja had learned to control and manipulate weather, though she struggled with this and has yet to fully grasp it to this day. Ermion also taught her various healing techniques specialized by the druids that took most, even the elders, years and even centuries to master. When it came to the healing arts the sorceress quickly became proficient. Tharja has even mastered some of the most advanced druidic healing techniques, and had done so in a span of two brief years - no small feat.

When Tharja caught wind of Yennefer’s death, the sorceress immediately made it her mission to find her mother. She spent what seemed like centuries on this convoluted quest, trailing vague and ambiguous leads - anything remotely affiliated with her beloved mother.

Once Yennefer regained her memories, she sought out her esteemed protégé in order to locate the Witcheress, Cirilla. Despite their combined efforts and months of work, their search remained fruitless and even drew the attention of the Wild Hunt. Shortly afterwards, Yennefer would reach out to her on and off lover, Geralt of Rivia, for assistance. This would mark the beginning of their arduous journey...

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