#nhilvalavellan

[humilemvatisaa]

@nhilvalavellan​, replacement thread thingy!

What he’d seen had been unfortunate, but he’d gotten out of dodge without involving himself. It was a shame, that was what he thought to himself. He sympathized with mages, even if the ones he knew weren’t fantastic, usually. He did sympathize and he did try and help where he could.

This hadn’t been one of those times.

Instead, he’d gotten away from the scene, distanced himself, found a tavern. Instead, he’d ordered himself a drink. He’d played it off like he’d seen nothing of consequence. The woman, though, she did enter after a while. Look at that, she’d gotten away. Good on her. He was curious, but felt it best not to point out he’d been there if she hadn’t noticed him.

[makerguideme]

@nhilvalavellan

‘i cannot imagine that this is easy for you,’ he tells her, hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he splits his attention between the herald and the recruits he’s training.  ‘i, too, find myself discomfited by recent events.  tell me, how are you faring?’

[inkedstonearchive]

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Oh, shite, how did this happened? Nhilva found herself suspended in the air, trapped in an invisible bubble and unable to move, no matter what spell she caste. There must be some kind of enchantment or mechanism she touched that triggered this. Now she would stuck here for goodness know how long. Some spells lasted for eternity. This was absolute madness. She really should not step through that portal. That old herbalist hag told her about the artifact here might be elven. There was this portal, she was told. And the thing was right on the other side, in a strange looking chamber, on the top of a tower, on a very odd and very random island. She thought it was not hurt to come and check. Well, she checked alright. And this was what happened. She cursed and cursed, shouting on the top of her lung and hoping someone would hear her. Someone that wasn’t necrophages, or maybe hags. “HELLO?!! ANYONE?!! HELP!!!!!!”

Now that wasn’t what he expected. Aiden’s gaze follows the screeching he can hear just over the horizon past the trees and the rotting flesh piles. He considers just turning on his kheel and leaving, but something gives him pause.

“...” He waits, trying to listen in on whatever the hell this person seems to be screeching about. “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

She’s lucky his hearing is so good, otherwise, he wouldn’t be heading in her direction.

[sworntoprotect]

@nhilvalavellan

Between rallying the refugees, mending the injured, watching for incoming trouble, and bickering with his associates about how not to die on a mountain, their only hope and key to their survival was currently holed up in one of the infirmary tents after miraculously escaping Haven alone.

The commander waded his way through the thick snow, over to where Nhilva was resting. A gloved hand lifted the canvas front and peered inside, eyes slowly adjusting to the shift in light. Among the various elixirs, tinctures, and dirtied cloth bandages was the Herald’s modest cot. He stepped in fully then, letting the tent front flap gracelessly closed behind himself so that what little warmth was there stayed inside. 

"Oh, good. You’re awake. Maker be praised.”

[musamultaa]

💋 to Adrian - nhilvalalvellan, witcher!verse

Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

It happened quickly. So quickly that Adrian barely had time to see who had pulled him down into the kiss. Barely had time to register the intent before the kiss was happening. What? Why? That was his main question. Why? Clearly, this was not a typical situation for the man.

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@nhilvalavellan​ liked this for a starter from Yennefer

It felt like it had been awhile since she had seen Nhilva, the last time being when she had visited Aretuza. They weren’t classmates together, but she had spent decades being part of court and she had run across the young woman before. What made her feel a kinship to her, was that she was an Elf and even though Yennefer was only a quarter, it made her trust her a little more than some of her other sisters in Aretuza.

“I haven’t seen you in years,” Yennefer spoke up, nodding at her to acknowledge her presence. “What brings you around here?”

[revengedhowe]

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’ - nhilvalavellan

“it’s ... a more than unfortunate story,” nathaniel began, with a brief roll of his wrist, before he’d begin to move away from the herald of andraste. he puts a good bit of distance between them, no less than strides but containing barely any confidence; the rogue slouched, with a tired frown, and set his hand on his side.

he can feel the lukewarm and thick substance dripping through a gash in his side. it’s not as painful as he’d expected it to be, but maybe that was just the adrenaline attempting to keep him steady long enough to receive assistance.

“turns out, with the wardens forgiven or not by the inquisition, the people of ferelden still aren’t happy with us... for that, i cannot seem to blame them.” a grunt passed through his chapped lips when he strains himself to sit down, eyes briefly fluttering shut. “the grey wardens are not as feared as they once were.”

he lifts his head to focus on the inquisitor, and tilts his head to the side before finally finishing the story with a simple, “attack on the roads here, but it’s been dealt with. the wardens stand ready to assist.”

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[terato-onlyfangs]

@nhilvalavellan :

Yes, the stranger had made some sound, yet the suddenly echo still made her nearly dropped the ancient leather bound volume in her hand. Letting out a louder gasp, she spent a few seconds trying not to let the book fall before turned to face the individual. She could have swore, then last time she checked, which was just about a minute ago, there was really no one here...

“Where did you....?! I am so sorry, I swear I wasn’t purposely sneaking here. Do you own this place? Are all of these yours? It is quite a..collection. Some of them are extremely rare. The last time I saw a copy of several of them was in the restrict book section of the Aretuza archive. They put curse on all of them and anyone touched any would result in some weeks’ of laying about with boils on their face.”

She halted her string of words and watched the person with a frown. He didn’t look angry and she wondered why that was. Most people, human or non-human, would be furious right about now, when finding an intruder inside their private property. Who did he say he is? His name sounded rather familiar. She had heard about it, or read about it somewhere before...

“............I am Nhilva. Nhilva Lavellan.” She introduced herself at length.

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"I do in fact live here, and it does get dreadfully boring and still here. Hence the books.", Regis spoke rather calmly.

"Aretuza? Ah, a sorcerer are we? Hm, those books were a gift to me by an older friend of mine", out of habit he grabbed his chin as he thought. Which obviously didn't talk long. Until the quick twist of the conversation, finally getting the mysterious she elf's name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nhilva.", He smiled, again closed lipped. Holding a hand out for a handshake. Yet his tired features stood out once he came closer to Nhilva. To keep it real, he looked like he hasn't slept for days. Not only that his home was scattered in a clutter of pages. Random ramblings, that was sure. Herbs hanging everywhere as well, yet those were the only things kept in complete tidiness.

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