#Dana Méadbh

[alicentofriften]

and yet another witcher character with barely anything about her that i’m obsessed with

(second picture drawn by David Fedorczuk)

[akreon]

[thirstyforred]

✦ thirsty's fav gwent cards (156/∞) Dana Méadbh - Call of Harmony

“ Fásaidh foraisí aerís. [Forests shall cover the world once more.] “

[dukeofdogs]

Master post for Gwent lore pt 1

Base set:

Monsters

Arachas Queen

Eredin Bréacc Glas

Unseen Elder

Woodland Spirit

Scoiatel

Brouver Hoog

Eithné

Filavandrel aén Fidháil

Francesca Findabair

Northern Realms:

Princess Adda 

Demavend

King Foltest

King Henselt

Nilfgaard

Emhyr var Emreis 

Jan Calveit

Morvran Voorhis 

Usurper

Skellige

Bran Tuirseach

Crach an Craite 

Eist Tuirseach 

Harald the Cripple

Year of the Wild Boar:

Thronebreaker

Ardal aep Dahy

Arnjolf

Eldain

Gernichora

Meve

Crimson Curse

Anna Henrietta

Queen Calanthe

Dana Méadbh

Dettlaff van der Eretein

Svalblod

Novigrad

King of Beggars

Cleaver

Sigismund Djikstra

Gudrun Bjornsdottir   

Cyrus Engelkind Hemmelfart   

Whoreson Junior

Iron Judgment

Merchants of Ofir

Year of the Dire Rat

Master Mirror

Grand Master of the Flaming Rose (Jacques de Aldersberg)

Sparrowhawk (Eredin)

Wrath of Brokilon (Eithné)

The Cripple (Harald the Cripple)

Emperor of Nilfgaard (Usurper)

King of Kerack (Viraxas)

Way of the Witcher

Viy

Erland of Larvik

Arnaghad 

Gezras of Leyda

Ivar Evil-Eye

Fallen Rayla

Year of the Great Oak

Stalwart Leadership

Advanced Tactics

Price of Power

She Who Knows

Duchess of Dol Blathanna

Melusine

Leticia Charbonneau

The Witchfinder

Vilgeforz

Year of The Cursed Toad

Vial of Forbidden Knowledge

Mysterious Puzzle Box

Renfri

Eltibald

Boholt

Sove & Ulula

Dagon

Svalblod Bear

Part 2

[otterintheflightdeck]

Gerveth snippet

A snippet from The Plague of The Elves 2: Electric Boogaloo (working title).

I don’t have any real intention of writing this anytime soon (still in Geralt/Morvran hell and work is way too stressful), but! I like this bit from one of the first scenes.

***

"Come lie with me," Iorveth said, stepping back.

Geralt's hands fell from his sides, but he hesitated, shifting his weight. "Brought food." He gestured behind himself, indicating some spot beyond the edge of the camp where he'd likely left his horse. Iorveth nodded and waved him off.

He was expecting a handful of potatoes, or a loaf of Marlene's bread, perhaps, but Geralt came back with what had to be a small deer's worth of meat wrapped in wax paper, gathered into a precarious pile in his arm, and a large burlap sack dangling from his other hand. He put it all down by the fire, next to Eluned and Nia, with a polite "may our meeting bring prosperity to both our houses" -- a greeting so antiquated it might as well have come out of an elven book of fairy tales. Iorveth smiled at the rare misstep, warmth filling his chest even as both women snickered at him. "He means he's glad to meet you."

"Uh. Yeah."

"Likewise, Gwynbleidd," Eluned replied before turning to him, mirth dancing in her eyes alongside the flickering flames. "Take the tent."

Iorveth shook his head at the offer -- there was too little time, had he even had the energy to do anything other than sleep -- and went to his bedroll, a short distance away from the fire. Geralt followed.

"Thank you for the food," Nia called out. Then she added, nearly choking on repressed laughter, "May Dana Méadbh return these offerings to you tenfold."

Geralt frowned, apparently realizing he was being teased, but did not bother to reply. Iorveth toed off his worn boots and crawled his way under his wool blanket and the gambeson he'd spread over it for additional warmth, settling on his side at one edge of the thin bedding. Geralt understood his silent request and soon he was at his back, one arm around him. He'd taken off his jerkin, and if Iorveth was very still, he thought he could feel his heartbeat through the few layers of cloth that remained between them, strong and steady, slower than a normal man's. He sighed into the wolf pelt he'd rolled into a makeshift pillow and let his eye slip closed.

Geralt nuzzled his way to the back of his neck, the hard ridge of his nose nudging at his headscarf. Finally he reached up and eased it off his head, and Iorveth let him. From any other lover, it would've felt like an empty gesture, a forced show of insouciance toward his scars, but Geralt was simply after the simple, animalistic pleasure of smelling him; he rubbed his face against the back of Iorveth's head, sighing, then curled even closer, wedging his nose behind Iorveth's ear.

"Dog," Iorveth said, fond.

"Mm. Missed you."

Geralt's warmth was leeching into him, easing the soreness that lingered in his limbs from too many days in the saddle, and Geralt's chest and thighs felt pleasantly solid against him -- a reminder that he could allow himself to let his guard down. There were few threats here that a witcher wouldn't be able to neutralize without even his archers' help, and so for the first time in months, Iorveth let himself think of the future rather than his and his group's immediate survival.

He'd stayed at Corvo Bianco but for a short time, yet the brilliant blue of Toussaint's sky, the sweet smell of vines heavy with plump grapes, and the stark, broken silhouettes of the ruins that dotted the landscape had sunk under his skin like so many tattoos, and the trek down the mountains and into Sansretour Valley, this time, had felt much like a homecoming. He wondered what the vineyard would look like when he finally reached it again, how beautiful the olive trees would be in full bloom, and whether Yennefer had been able to talk Geralt into renovating the house after all. He thought of the rich taste of Marlene's stews and of what she would be adding to them at this time of the year -- spring leeks, perhaps, or asparagus.

Geralt gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers, and slid his hand under it. The slow strokes of calloused fingertips over his ribs drew Iorveth from his thoughts, and soon he realized what Geralt was looking for. "There's no scar. Surely you weren't doubting Yennefer's abilities."

He felt the curl of Geralt's smile against his skin, his stubble tickling his ear. "'Course not." His hand stilled, splayed comfortably on Iorveth's stomach, and Iorveth covered it with one of his own.

"How is she?"

"Good. Bored, though. Back to reading romance novels. She'll be happy to see you. Marlene, too." He spoke on in a murmured monotone, about Marlene and Barnabas-Basil and something about wine, and sleep pulled at the edges of Iorveth's consciousness, blurring the words into a comforting, meaningless buzz. Geralt must have felt it, or smelled it, or heard his breathing change; he caught Iorveth's fingers between his and squeezed them lightly. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up at midnight."

[kuwdora]

[fic]: Sacred Ground (The Witcher, Iorveth/Geralt)

Sacred Ground Iorveth/Geralt PWP, Come-marking, handjobs 100 words for @sassaffrassa and written for the prompt 'gilded and gleaming.'

Dana Méadbh hums through the grove; the yellow leaves titter and tumble from the branches, swirling in a golden filigree. Iorveth straddles the Gywnbleidd and the sun is hot on his back, his body shadowing Geralt from the light.

Iorveth succumbs to the slick heat and friction of Geralt’s hand and groans into his release, painting Geralt’s face with his seed. The Gwynbleidd’s eyes are soft and his mouth twists in satisfaction.

Iorveth sits back on his thighs in the aftermath of prayer.

Geralt’s pale cheek glimmers with his sun-kissed blessing, and the burden of grief eases from Iorveth’s shoulders.

also on ao3

[xuelingxu]

Lore discussion

Topic: Aen Elle's religion

Through the grasses covering the glade walked - no, not walked - floated a queen, radiant, golden-haired, fiery-eyed, ravishing. The Queen of the Fields, decorated with garlands of flowers, ears of corn, bunches of herbs. At her left-hand side a young stag pattered on stiff legs, at her right rustled an enormous hedgehog.

Dana Méadbh is the elves' name for a goddess also known as the Eternal One, Queen of the Fields, Lyfia, and Bloemenmagde by the dwarves. Lyfia is a goddess worshipped in the area of Dol Blathanna, the Valley of Flowers, as well as in Kaedwen and Aedirn, venerated by peasants, beekeepers and pitch-burners, all of those who live off gifts of the soil and the forest.

We can learn from "The Edge of the World" that Dana Méadbh seems to be the goddess of Aen Seidhe. So I can't help but think, what is Aen Elle's religion like? Here are a few questions to discuss:

Does Aen Elle have religion?

If so, what kind of God/Goddess would they believe?

Will this religious belief become the mainstream thought?

First of all, I'm an atheist and I don't know much about religion, so I apologize in advance if my thoughts offend any of you. Because religion is indeed a rather sensitive topic, I also hope that we can all discuss it in a more rational manner.

Then, let me talk about my opinion. I think the Aen Elle also have a religion, and even they venerate Dana Méadbh, because I think they don't know how to farm like the Aen Seidhe, except that they live a privileged life and have human servants to help them farm, so they don't have to steal or rob to get food like the Aen Seidhe sometimes do.

If their goddess is not Dana Méadbh, I also think they venerate a goddess of a natural one similar to Dana. Yes, I think they would venerate a goddess, considering that they seem to be doing well with affirmative action (had Princess Lara as a priority, proud female elf image, etc.).

They're also a nomadic people who are similarly martial (except now they're stuck in Tir ná Lia because they lost Lara and can't open The Gate of the Worlds), so I think the god/goddess of war is a revered being for them as well.

However, I don't think that religious beliefs will become mainstream in Aen Elle's society. For example, I think Eredin will only believe in his own strength and will not put his faith in religion because he is strong enough and confident enough. Let me be a little mean (sorry), some civilians choose to believe in religion because they are unable to achieve their desires on their own, or their spiritual needs are not satisfied, then they will hope that religion will bring them psychological comfort. Aen Elle, because of its high standard of living, will allow religion to exist, and there will be civilians who believe in religion, but the rest have many other ways to satisfy their spiritual needs, so not the whole race will be religious.

@martinebishop @lamie-lad @livingonmyown @seinyacarol @eredins-wife @ysangre-f-a @dclcq @pickingfightswithsprites @papauue @andordean @craiteys @rosyfingeredqueer @golden-olea

Hello, everyone, if you are interested, you can express your opinion here!

[sidomira]

Wordlist and phrases of Elder Speech

In Poland we have a wikia, where someone completed all words and phrases od elven language from the books. I wasn't able to find them in English, so I did it by maself, with help of bab.la, context reverso and google translate, together with my own (little) knowledge.

To all my friends and readers from Poland - please, If I missed some meaning, or did something wrong, correct me. And I ask the ones from Poland, because polish was the origin language

(deleted from ao3, cause they don’t accept anything that isn’t fiction)

A

A'báeth – kiss

Abb – a place where something ends to bond with something bigger (example: the place where river is connecting with sea)

Addan/Adan – to dance, dance, dancer

Adhart – ahead

Aedd – crumb

Aefder – later

Aecáemm – to follow

Aen – from, to, on

Aen'drean – to enter

Aenye – fire, firely

Aenyell'hael – baptism of fire

Aenyeweddien – Child od Fire, commonly Spark

Aep – from (in meaning of be from some place or family), son, descentand

Aep – to them

Aesledde – sledding

Aespar – to shot

Aëte – summer

Aevon – river

Aine – light

An – small, smaller, indefinite kind

An'givare – spy, informator

Arainne – sparrowhawk

Ard (lat. aardus) – high, the highest, mountain, peak

Arse – ass

A'taeghane – today

Ayd – no

B

Beag – a few

B'eanshie – phantom, banshee

Beanna (irl. bean) – woman

Belean'graec – important (this), important (a lot of things), expected, expectansy,

Belleteyn – blooming

Birke – vernal equinox

Blathan – garland, flowers (genitive: „blathanna”)

Bleidd – wolf

Bloed – blood

Bloede – bloody, damn, fucking

Broggha, Breoga – frog, froggie

Brokiloéne – from Brokilon

Bynnen – elven bread

C

Caed – forest, grove

Cáelm – calm, calmly, quiet, slowly, silently, calmly, to calm

Cáemm – go, come

Cáen – can (do)

Caer – fortress, stronghold (in Skellige’s dialekt, it was wrongly: „Kaer”; this form became common among humans)

Cáerme – fate, destiny

Carn – barrow, hole, holes

Carraigh – rock (huge one)

Ceadmil – Welcome (to someone)

Cerbin (lat. corvus) – raven

Cinerea – żyrytwa (complicated thing, I can’t translate it, because it is too deep into culture)

Col – pass (in mountains)

Coram – lion

Corrason – heart

Creasa –necessarily, duty, inevitably, obligatory

Crevan – Fox

D

Daerienn – sorceress (she-wizard), she-magician

Daetre – back (like, go back)

Dana – girl/miss (a lady before marriage)

Darganfod – discovery

Darl'len – read

Dearg – red

Dearme – Steep (you, go to Steep), to sleep, good night

Deireadh – end, who end smth

Deith – flame

Deithwen – white flame

Dh'oine – human

Dhu – black, dark

Dice (z łac. dicere) – to speak

Divedde – stand(to fight)

Dol – valley, Valley (between mountains), dimple

D'yaebl – Devie

E

Eatewedd – summer-alike child, summer’s child

Eimyr – hedgehog

Elaine – beautiful

Elle – alder tree

En – idefinite article

Enid – daisy

Ess – be

Esse – to be (future simple)

Essea – I am

Esseath – you are

Evall – horse

Evelienn – etery (about people), everyone

F

Feain – The Sun

Feainnewedd – Sun’s Child (figuratively about Sunflower)

Fen – swamp, wetland/swampland

Foilé – insane

Folie – rage

G

Gaeth – potral, gate

Gar'ean – attention/warning, watch out

Geas – swear-curse, curse, howl

Gláeddyv (irl. cleddyf) – sword

Glean – Lower, low, short

Gleanna (irl. gleann) – valley

Glossae – to look

Glyswen – White river

Gwendeith – white fire

Gwenllech – white cliffs

Gwinoedd – elven whine

Gwyn (z irl. gwyn) – white

Gwynbleidd – White Wolf

Gvaedyn – prud-brave, (difficult to translate)

Gvalch'ca (lat. falco) – Falka, she-falcon

Gynvael – ice

H

Hael –

greeting, health

Haela – medicine

Hanse – hanza, pack of friends

Hav'caaren – "intranslatable word, which is associated with greed/avarice; havekars

Hen – old, older

Hoel – hole, commonly: ass

I

Ichaer – blood

Imbaelk – germination/sprouting

Inis (wel. ynys) – island

Invaerne – Winter

L

Lammas – maturation

Lara – seagull

Lionors – lionesse

Llamas – matured, aging,

Loa'then – hatred

Loc (z łac. lac) – lake

Loc'lah – Lady of The Lake

Luned – girl, daughter

M

Me – I, my, mine, me

Méadbh (propably comes from: ang. meadow, eld-english mædwe) – meadow-alike

Mear'ya – Maria

Meáth – to meet

Mid – middle

Midaëte – summer solstice

Midinváerne – winter solstice

Milva – kania ruda (Bird specie) (from latin „Milvus milvus”)

Minne – love

Mire – to look at

Mistle (z ang. mistletoe) – waxwing, paszkot (bird specie)

Modron – mother (Crach an Craite called Calanthe like this but she wasn't his mother)

Morc – book, book (like book 1 of serię)

Morvudd – enemy

Muire – sea

N

Naev'de – nine

Neén – no

P

Pavienn – monkey

Pest – disease, plague, Bad charm/spell

Pherian – Niziołek

Q

Que (z łac. que) – what

R

Raenn – to run

Rhena (z łac. regina) – queen

Rhenawedd – Child of the queen

Roethainne – redanian

Ruadhri – readers

S

Salah – (you) pray

Saov – spirit, ghost, soul

Savaed – elven month, 1/8 of year

Scoia'tael (it. scoiattolo) – squirrels

Seidhe – hill

Shaent – to sing

Skrekk – rat

Sledd – sled

Sor'ca – Sister ( diminutive of „sister” in fact.)

Spar – to shot

Spar'le – shot (you, shot (this))

Squaess – to be sorry to someone, to forgive

Squaess'me – I'm sorry , forgive me

Straede – way, path

T

Táedh – bard, poet

Tearth – fear, to be feared

Tedd – time, age, time (at day, like morning)

Thaess – keep silent (order), keep silent (also order :D)

Thaesse - shut you up

Tirth – boar

Tor (z fr. tour) – tower

Torc'h – alszaband

Treise – strenght, vigor, energy

Tvedeane – 12, dozen

Tuathe – whisper

Twe – two, two (of them)

U

Uniade – connection(In some meaning: relationship), reunion (with someone)

V

Va – to go

Va'en – trip, journey

Vaer'trouv – zawierzyć (impossible to translate, something like "to give trust to someone" but not at all), to trust (somebody)

Va faill – farewell

Va vort – go (forever), go away

Vara – merchandise

Varh'he – whore, prostitute

Vatt'ghern – witcher

Velen – autumnal equinox

Veloë – fast/quick, quickly

Voe'rle – to stop (doing) , to stop (someone)

Vort – far (away), dalej, still, yet, precz

Vrihedd – freedom

W

Wedd – child

Weddin – child (zdrobnienie od „wedd”)

Wen – white (simplified form of „gwyn” usually occuring as  głównie jako suffix)

Woed, Woéd, Woedd – forest, Wood

X

Xin'trea – Cintra

Y

Yeá – so (so as)

Yghern – skolopendromorf

Yn – on, through, przedimek określony

Ys – down (direction)

Ysgarthiad – shit, cholera

Z

Zireael – swallow

Zvaere – to promise

[indelibleposies]

yayy i missed your writing!! what about trissefer with 17 or 44?? whatever you like best 💞

thank you so much for the prompt dear!! in apology for it taking a few days, here's 807 words of trissefer + "tentative kisses given in the dark." I hope you like it 💕💕💕

cw: gratuitous swearing

"Triss, wake up." Yennefer shakes at Triss' shoulder. It's the middle of the night, darker than the pits of Aretuza, and Triss is shaking, tension shuddering through her body. Thank fuck Ciri is sleeping in Geralt's room tonight, clinging to his side after being separated for long weeks. Ciri's dreams are disturbed enough.

Geralt had given Yennefer a strange look when Triss mentioned the bed the three of them had been sharing. Well, fuck him.

"Wake up, Triss," she says again, louder and with a harder shove to her shoulder.

Triss comes awake with a short, sharp breath. "Shit." She turns onto her side, and Yennefer lets her hand fall to the pillow between them. "Fuck, did I wake you?"

"I must have been reaching out for Ciri and found you instead." The acrid taste of smoke stings Yennefer's throat. "Recognized the setting."

"Gods," Triss says, "somehow, still, I'm always stuck on that fucking hill."

"Yeah," Yennefer says. She thinks of Chaos scorching through her fingers, leaving them curled and useless for days; thinks of her eyes, red and streaming; thinks of the dreams where she's burning them all alike, Nilfgaardians and Fringilla, Tissaia and Triss and Ciri and Geralt... "I don't suppose you've any sleep draughts you've been hiding?"

"No, not this time. You?"

Unaccountably, Yennefer says, "I've got one trick that seems to work. Come here."

The bed rustles as they draw closer. They're sharing a pillow now, breath intermingling. Yennefer slides a hand up to the nape of Triss' neck.

It's too dark to risk moving her fingers to Triss' ears and eyes as she recites, so Yennefer settles for touching their foreheads together. "Dana Méadbh, close my ears, that no evil may whisper to me. Eternal One, close my eyes, that no evil may appear to me. Queen of the Fields, guard my body, that no evil may prevent me from the morn."

Yennefer finishes the ancient Aedirnian invocation Triss'd helped her create a few weeks into Ciri's troubled sleeping. She tilts her chin up, rubs her thumb against Triss' neck, and, feeling nine ways a fool, presses the traditional sealing kiss to Triss' forehead.

Yennefer can smell the rough road soap they've been sharing, sweeter on Triss' skin. They lay there for a moment, frozen in a tableau of intimacy, until Triss lurches upright, breaking Yennefer's hold. Yennefer's hand falls to Triss' lap.

"I'm not Ciri, Yennefer."

Yennefer blinks in the darkness. "Obviously-"

"I'm not a child."

Yennefer pushes herself up to glare at what she's almost positive is Triss' profile. "Triss, the fuck-"

"I'm not your ward, your charge, or your obligation. That's not why I'm here."

"Why the fuck are you here?"

A suggestion of movement, like Triss has turned her head away. Yennefer can feel the veins in her forehead pulsing.

A sigh sounds in the darkness. Fingertips trace lightly over Yennefer's hand, still resting on Triss' thigh. Triss interlaces their fingers and flips their hands over, Yennefer's hand left open and relaxed, supplicating at the altar of a goddess.

"I'm here because you asked me to be." Triss lifts Yennefer's palm to her mouth and, after a moment of hot, hesitant breath, presses a lingering kiss to the center.

The barest edge of moonlight limns the borders of the woman in front of her. Light, light, Yennefer thinks, but she can't remember the Elder over the rush of blood in her ears. She brings up her free hand to the curve of Triss' jaw so that both hands, one enjoined, one solitary, hold her still. Her thumb strokes across Triss' lower lip, a place marker.

"I know," Yennefer says and kisses her.

Triss sighs into her hold and kisses back, slow and careful.

They sit, entwined together in the bed they'd never needed to share, trading kisses like questions for long minutes. Wind wraps around the corners of the inn, the hallway creaks with clumsy steps, and still Yennefer and Triss press soft, chaste kisses into each other, safe in the night. By the time Triss eases back, Yennefer's chest is in full bloom.

"We have to rest. Geralt will be pounding on our door before the sun rises."

"Cursed witcher," Yennefer says, pressing a kiss to Triss' cheek, "I didn't miss him."

"A lie, and not even a good one," Triss says. She pulls them down to meet the pillows.

Yennefer permits herself to curl into Triss, an arm across her waist and face tucked into her neck. "And here was I, ready to offer my services to make your dreams a little more...comfortable."

Nails scratch at Yennefer's scalp. "Rest now, Yennefer. Leave my dreams for another night."

Unlikely, Yennefer thinks, and projects the scent of dew and grass until they both slide into a hazy world of their making.

[windflowerofskellige]

Since I'm still planning and formulating my master post on my headcanons for Elves I'm posting information about the Elven Calendar and my headcanons for a date system.

Due to the fact that we can find mention of celebrations of Belletyne on sign posts in the Witcher 3 and notable dates have occured around the holidays of the Elven Calendar I have taken it as standard that the continent and Skellige Isles use the Elven Calendar dating system as their means of telling time. Using this information I devised a dating system for the Witcherverse.

Words of Reference: Savaed, Saovine, Midinváerne, Imbaelk, Birke, Belletyne, Midaëte, Lammas, Velen, Yule, Blath, Feainn

Definitions

Savaed - Savaeds are how the system of the calendar is derived, there are 8 savaeds in a year, think of them as the analogous of human months.

Saovine - The New Year, analogous to the real world Samhain Saovine is noted as a time where Banshees wail for the dead. This is one of the four magical holidays and it is considered unlucky for a child to be born during this time, to go into a graveyard during this time, and to play music during this time. The first savaed is named after this holiday. There are 45 days in this savaed.

Midinváerne - Literally meaning "Mid Winter" in Elder Speech it's the holiday that starts off the Savaed of Yule. Midinváerne is the winter solstice and due to being the longest night of the year is considered to be infused with magic.

Imbaelk - analogous with the real world Imbolc this holiday harolds the end of winter. In Elder Speech Imbaelk translates to "sprouting". It's often a time of weather divination, it starts the savaed of the same name there are 42 days in this savaed, I concluded this because it holds the real world month of February which makes it Funkie. This is the second of the magical holidays.

Birke - In Elder Speech Birke translates to birch (as in the tree) and is The spring equinox and starts the savaed of the same name, there are 46 days in this savaed.

Belletyne - Analogous to the real world Beltane the holiday is the third of the four magical holidays and celebrates fertility. It is also known most importantly as the "Blossoming" which while not officially connected to elder speech I've come to decide is derivative of whatever the elder speech word for blossoming is, likely blathatyne. It starts the savaed of Blathe.

Midaëte - Literally translating from Elder Speech as "Mid Summer" it is the Summer Solstice and is used to bless crops and increase Witcher's signs. It kicks off the savaed of Feainn.

Lammas - Analogous to the real world holiday by the same name, Lammas is a harvest festival sometimes called the "Festival of the Scythe". Lammas is the fourth of the four magical holidays and it is said that this holiday is when you're most likely to see the Elven goddess Dana Méadbh. It kicks off the Savaed of the same name and has 47 days in it.

Velen - The Autumn equinox another harvest feast. It marks the beginning of the final savaed by the same name, there are 48 days in this savaed.

Yule - the second savaed of the elven calendar, it has 45 days in it.

Blathe - a name derived from the Elder Speech word for flower "Blath" it's the fifth savaed of the Elven Calendar and has 45 days in it.

Feainn - a name derived from the Elder Speech word for sun it's the sixth savaed of the elven calendar and has 46 days in it.

For dating purposes its good to note that the rule follows as such, 45 days of Saovine, 46 days of Yule, 42 days of Imbaelk, 46 days of Birke, 45 days of Blathe, 46 days of Feainn, 47 days of Lammas, 48 days of Velen.

For easy reference using the formula

Savaed - Holiday - days

Saovine - Saovine - 45

Yule - Midinváerne - 46

Imbaelk - Imbaelk - 42

Birke - Birke - 46

Blathe - Belletyne - 45

Feainn - Midaëte - 46

Lammas - Lammas - 47

Velen - Velen - 48

There are four Magical Holidays — Saovine, Imbaelk, Belletyne, and Lammas

And two equinoxes and two solstices — Midinváerne, Birke, Midaëte, Velen

Each has its own magical association and all have been referenced both in books and in game canon so!!! This is what I use to create dates for the Witcherverse!!!

[lily-penny]

Top 10 favorite Gwent art

because this is so fun to do. Ty @thirstyforred​ for the idea

[okay so when i started this list it was 70% akreon 30% Lorenzo, so i will just put ONE (1) piece from each of them (I’ll still list all my fav works from them below :D)]

10. Pickpocket by Maciej Łaszkiewicz

There’s something so mesmerizing about this one. My eyes are always drawn to it in the deck builder. Looking at it just gives a weird Emotion (tm) (5% of which is probably being Creeped Out, but i still like it, i just can’t really explain why?)

9. Axel Three-Eyes by Oleksandr Kozachenko

I like the color palette and lighting idk :> (look, there’s a cute bone talisman tied to the top branch). It’s nice to stare at.

8. Spores by Katarzyna Redesiuk

This is so calming? Good wallpaper tbh. I’d love to have a giant print of this up in my room. (The background does feel like a stock photo tho ngl but i still like it.)

7. Hunting Pack by Kevin Zamir Goeke

The Vibe (tm) Rainy day feels. I think there’s a specific art word for the Style this gives off but I don’t know it. The card kind of pops out compared to other gwent arts, dunno why. At first, I thought this was Lorenzo’s work just because it felt kind of classic painter-y 

6. Jacques de Aldersberg by Bryan Sola

Honestly, on its own it’s just really nice art BUT the PREMIUM VERSION!! is just on a whole other level (half the reason i want to break devotion is for him to stay at stage 2 tbh).

5. Circle of Life by Oleksandr Kozachenko

skeletons and flowers what can i say i am basic. I love the premium version of this because the effects are subtle. the little purple flowers and mushrooms are just *chef’s kiss* Again, would love a giant print of this.

4. Nivellen by Alexandre Mokhov

Look at this!! it’s so bright and fun and ridiculous and it looks like it’s from a fairytale. I love how that guy’s face is drawn. I don’t know what color palette this is but I’m pretty sure this is gwent’s closest card to pastel. i l o v e it 

(here’s to hoping movement st would make this card see more play)

3. Iris: Shade by Lorenzo Mastroianni

This one looks like it’s on the other side of the spectrum but i still love it. Lorenzo’s pieces just feel so classic? IT’S GOOD. All his works are amazing. I want an actual framed painting for all of it.

here’s other stuff by him which i loveee: Siegfried of Denesle, Heymaey Herbalist, Morvudd, Renew, Sigi Reuven

2. Passiflora by Astor Alexander 

I just love how there’s so much going on here. Astor is really good at telling stories in his pieces, like there’s a lot of cool mini scenes and details within the art! Nice colors :>

other stuff from him that I like: Ludovicus Brunenbaum, Feign Death

1. Corrupted Flaminica by Anna Podedworna

AAAAA HERE IT IS! IT’S ANNA I LOVE HER ART. I just like this one in particular because of the colors, the pop of red looks so good. She’s 100% my favorite artist in gwent, if i didn’t care about variety this list might’ve been 100% anna’s works. I just love how you could just “jump into” her art and it’s like you’re there in that scene, my escapist ass loves that shit. But also the DETAIL she puts on her works it’s just in another dimension. I wonder if she uses CG? It doesn’t really matter, I always just love staring at her art.

Other cards from her that i LOVE:

Dana Méadbh  !!! Phoenix Fauve   !!!! Heymaey flaminica Iris von everec Forbidden magic Glustyworp Xarthisius Yennefer of Vengerberg Iorveth’s gambit

and some honorable mentions that are pretty nice but top 10 lists can only have 10 cards: Crimson Curse, Payday, Milton de Peyrac-Peyran, Ithlinne Aegli, Regis (❤❤❤)

[chrzestognia]

MUSES STATS AS OF TODAY

ADDED:

Gaetan of Zerrikania

Morvran Voorhis

Essi Daven

Dana Méadbh

Radeyah

Ida Emean Aep Sivney

Marti Södergren

Ildiko

RE-ADDED

Margarita Laux-Antille

Sheala/Sile de Tancarville

Lytta Neyd ( Coral )

REMOVED:

Matta Hu’uri

[dukeofdogs]

Dana Méadbh

Chest 1: Until recent history, few mortals had ever laid eyes upon Dana Méadbh. It is said she once appeared only in spring or summer, and even then with no guarantee. Some claim she was most likely to be witnessed during the Feast of the Scythe, or Lammas, as the elves call it. She would join in to the harvest dance, even weave marigolds into maidens' braids. Though when the world is bound in ice, as well as in recent memory, Dana Méadbh has begun to appear more frequently... Alas, this is no reason to rejoice, for the Queen of the Fields is angry. Rather than show gratitude for nature's plentiful bounty, the world's inhabitants instead continue to tear and plunder away ever more. The time has come they were taught a lesson – one that shall be remembered for a long, long while.

Chest 2: Drawn more to dead rock than living plants and beasts, dwarves possess the weakest connection with nature. Despite this apparent lack of affinity, they too worship Dana Méadbh, yet call her by another name: Bloëmenmagde. They demonstrate their honor by laying wreaths of hops and jars of pickled fungi at a crossroads. None know whether Lyfia, as she is sometimes known, truly enjoys such offerings... But the knockers of the surrounding mountains certainly do.

Chest 3: Dana Méadbh sometimes takes the form of a ordinary woman, using her guise to live amongst mortals. She does not speak, as if mute, staying clear of the beaten path, yet observes all with a keen eye. In those villages where the peasantfolk do not weed the poppies and cornflowers from their fields of rye, where they treat their cows to the delight of carrots, Lyfia multiplies their bounty. Yet where peasants treat the land not as mother but slave, so comes the devastation of frost and hail...

Scroll 1: Sometimes, on a hot summer's day, you might spot the silhouette of a young woman in the heart of a birch grove, surrounded by dancing butterflies with a crown of flowers atop her head. The elves call her Dana Méadbh. To humans, she is Lyfia, or the Queen of the Fields.

Scroll 2: Not even the greatest of the elven sages know who – or what – she truly is. Some consider her a goddess, others – the forces of nature embodied. Though one thing is for certain: without her presence, the Continent would sit as a lifeless rock in the sea.

Scroll 3: It is Dana Méadbh who awakens plants and beasts at the advent of spring, who nurtures the buds of delicate flowers. Wherever she steps, the land bestows its bounty. Where she treads not, stalks snap, flowers wilt, and harvests wane.

Scroll 4: For a long time, Dana Méadbh refused to meddle in the affairs of mortals. She held love for all races. Yet the balance of the world was disturbed and Lyfia sought to restore it. By force, if necessary.

[alchimie]

Say what you will about Oles but I think it’s very sexy of him to recognize the value of faith and reason and to incorporate both in the way he’s trying to understand the universe. He doesn’t deny the power of magic in small superstitions and traditions and although he’s a scientist, he’s also a spiritual person. He acknowledges and reveres several deities such as Dana Méadbh, Melitele, or Lilvani and observes many of their respective holidays, all while working in the medical and alchemy fields.

[thirstyforred]

✦ Crimson Curse Leader Spotlight: Dana Méadbh

“ Though the Elder races oft disagree, they have one thing in common, one thing they share. Reverence for the Eternal One and the grace that pours from her. “

[diimm]

@craiceann-marfacha

                      A LOST HERITAGE, he might have felt  pity  for nonhumans had they not clung to their past so fervently, had he any heart to pull.  yet they wailed (  they cried !  ) when they were forced 'midst the trees, mud curdling in the heat beneath chewed nails.  THEY WERE LUCKY TO LIVE, & still they begged for more !

                      even the faintest of inconveniences were stifled by pleas to gods that would never listen.  dana méadbh, our child carries DEATH.  young rabbits skittered off in a flurry as an elf approached, & gaunter watched with a morbid curiosity.  silence followed like a loyal shadow.

                      ❛   they see you as a PARIAH, boy.   ❜   his voice circled about the atmosphere without a body to carry it.   ❛   the question is —— DO YOU THINK THEY'RE RIGHT ?   ❜