#arcaenelle

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The Ugliest Man Alive

"This monstrosity might well be your daughter. It's body is the product of a curse. Something hides inside it."

@arcaenelle probably regrets knowing me, 

[bialyplomien]

@arcaenelle​ sent "You've summoned me?" As a Sage, he already knew what this was about. The question had been out of mere courtesy. It wasn't exactly a leisurely stroll in Toussaint to track down the elf. Luckily, however, it was oft that he'd come to check on Cirilla's welfare. Some would even call it altruism, yet plenty knew there was little room in Elven Sages for altruistic impulses. "I trust Zireael has been keeping her… mm, /gifts/ controlled." Emhyr's castle, at least, looked very much unscathed still.

    Emhyr wasn’t one to actually seek out assistance. He preferred to handle everything on his own. He was rather practical when it came to finding answers, but he knew when to accept defeat and reach out to those who could actually hold the answers. He didn’t particularly have any hard feelings for the Sage, but he didn’t consider him someone he liked either. He simply held answers that Emhyr would never have himself and if that helped his daughter, then he’d call him back to Vezima every time Cirilla needed him. 

    With his hands tucked behind his back, Emhyr didn’t waste time. He ignored the first quip and headed right into the matter at hand. “For now. I’ve seen the catastrophe that can occur if it’s not controlled. She needs further training. I seek to employ you to do so. However, she stays here. I won’t have my heir running rampant around the continent again.” 

[dryadalismagicae]

@arcaenelle​  ||  SMOL STARTER CALL

HIS ADJUSTMENT WAS slow; the changing of his mindset from nomadic elf in lands he knew well to vastly unknown realms where all was different was difficult. Though no choice lay before him for returning home - nothing in which presented itself to him - and thus Lyrian attempted to embrace his newfound... happenings.

“Snow-” He uttered, glancing outside as he slipped on his tunic after repairing a small hole; scars from lashings decades old only temporarily shown upon his slender back; “I haven’t seen any since I was a child-”

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Dandelion has yet to forgive Avallach for barging in and taking the best room at the Chameleon because, lets be real, that room is never rented out and it’s saved for when Geralt visits because he knows his friend enjoys having nice things once in a while and it really upsets him that Geralt wasn’t the first one to get to use the room. 

Also there’s a bathing chamber attached to the room and it’s not just because Geralt likes baths. It’s mostly because Dandelion thinks he smells terrible when he’s fresh off The Path.

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Dandelion should have gotten to meet Uma. It’s totally not fair that Geralt and Uma rode right by Novigrad and didn’t stop in to say hi - or they DID and it wasn’t shown - because Dandelion would have been disgusted and horrified and ‘Geralt get that thing away from me’ but it very quickly would have transitioned into ‘that thing is so ugly its cute’ and the next thing you know Uma has a little hat -- @arcaenelle​

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@arcaenelle  ||  LIKED the STARTER CALL

SILENCE BRINGS ONLY discomfort, the offer of peace brewing sensations of caution within the empty stomach of he of whom lingered among trees. He was vastly unsettled, thrown out of his comfort zone through an accident with a rift and now - gradually adjusting - was Lyrian learning of his new surroundings. WITH KNUCKLES TURNED white with the tight grip upon his staff did he continue to pace, eyes able to see clearly through the darkness though nerves still wracked his frame for what may be lingering in the darkness. Fearful, Lyrian moved - all too knowledgeable that the human beings there were violently distrustful not only of elves (and he was a very foreign breed) but also of Mages. To be both meant he may as well have had a target tattooed upon his face rather than his Vallaslin. 

HE TURNS, SUDDENLY, staff ablaze with veilfire as he stands, defensively; “Who’s there?!” Someone was also lurking and now, with his heart racing inside of his chest, did he wonder just what lingered beyond the current treeline.

[onapali]

@arcaenelle​  --   Dismissing the ale, as the Aen Elle elves - save for a few - were in the habit of turning up their noses on that sort of dishwater swill, the elf pressed on. "His life is in danger and word is you are the one of the best trackers south of the Yaruga." Avallac'h himself would have used his powers to locate the target, but even he, an Elven Sage, could not, meaning magic was suddenly off the table. "Help me find Iorveth... And you shall be handsomely rewarded for the task."

                                                         unprompted ask

                >> 🐈 <<             ALMOST EVERYONE IS IN DANGER THESE DAYS   they think.  lithe fingers rest against the wooden table that   SEPARATED   the both of the,  quiet as they think on the   INFORMATION   that they were begin given.  it was vague as ever,  but it was nice to know that many believed in their tracking abilities.   THEY   believed in them,  even if they’d been out of commission for the last decade thus far.  being brought back in   THROUGH   death and trauma didn’t seem unfamiliar.         ❝           THAT SO    ??    you must be desperate,  not many are willing to   SEARCH   out   cats   these days.  i’ll take this request,   where was your   . .   friend last seen.  might as well   BEGIN   there.         ❞            

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@arcaenelle​ said: Finch is a dish. Pass it on. 👀

“The Sage isn’t too bad ‘imself.”