#dearg ruadhri

[sedailanderekaden]

Love polls, so I wanted to finally test those on a post. And what better topic than our beloved Elves of course! Really looking forward to the results of this one. 🙂

[averagedettlaffenjoyer]

i made this some time ago and then just forgot about it

[wraithofmorhogg]

Riders of the Sidhe and The Wild Hunt

In the Irish language, aos sí means "people of the fairy mounds" as "sídhe"  Some sources describe them as the survivors of the Tuatha Dé Danann who retreated into the Otherworld when fleeing the mortal Sons of Míl Espáine. Oftentimes, they are not named directly, but rather spoken of as "The Fair Folk", or simply "The Folk". - During the Conjunction of the Spheres, part of the elves from the main world, later described as the Aen Seidhe world, left their kin and, using portals, came to a new world. They took the new world for their own and started to call themselves Aen Elle - the Alder folks.  - Stories tell of the Riders of Sidhe kidnapping people and taking them to their world. -

The Wild Hunt are a group of Aen Elle elves from Tir ná Lia who also call themselves the Dearg Ruadhri in their native Elder Speech, meaning Red Riders.

Their true purpose was to find and capture slaves from other worlds, such as that of the Aen Seidhe, to serve the Alder Folk.  - The tradition of the "apple" island 'Avalon' among the ancient Britons may also be related to Irish legends of the otherworld island home of Manannán mac Lir (King of the Tuath Dé) and Lugh (Also Tuatha Dé Danann) (Reminder The Tuath Dé eventually became the aes sídhe, the sídhe-folk or "fairies" of later folklore) In the early 12th century, William of Malmesbury claimed the name of Avalon came from a man called Avalloc, who once lived on this isle with his daughters. (Cirillac'h confirmed?)

[eredins-wife]

Ciri with Dearg Ruadhri Armor

I share a very personal vision of what the elite armor of the red riders would be like.

Art by 🖼️ @QRUMZSJEM

The would be a silver armor But in the aesthetic constitution it would be different.

Credit to the artist 🖼️

The engravings on the armor would be this way along with the red garment, but not the shoulder pad. ☝️it is very big and difficult to maneuver.

Credit to the artist pic 🖼️

I love the red cloak and fits to Ciri armor 🖤❤️‍🔥

And .....

By Misaooo 🖼️

This would be the braid made by Eredin 🖤

🖤🖤🖤🖤I hope you like the idea🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[starwrittenfates]

It felt strange being back in her room, much less getting back into her bed, but at least it was easy to fall asleep. She managed to close her eyes and drift off the moment her head hit the pillow, feeling as if things were back to normal.

However, later on in the morning, she began to toss and turn, being haunted by memories that wanted to prove otherwise. It was the same nightmares that seemed to plague her for years now. It had become hard for Lara to tell apart from nightmares and prophetic visions.

There was frost...the cold was taking her, and no matter how she tried to use her magic to warm up, it didn't stop. The ice continued to consume her. And then there was blood, so much blood, on her hands and everything. She looked around to find Cregennan, Riannon and all her descendants bodies around her, even Zireael. And her fathers. The list kept building more and more. Lara knew what was coming next, it always followed after.

Her mother's form, wearing the Dearg Ruadhri's skeletal armor, appeared, glaring at her with cold green eyes. "What have you done?! This is all your fault...ALL YOUR FAULT!" Shiadhal would then grab Lara by her wrist tightly, feeling ice starting to slowly creep upon her. "You shouldn't have run from your destiny. This is the punishment you deserve. May the frost take you...My ice will pierce both your hearts and minds."

And with this, just like all times before, Lara couldn't escape. She struggled to awaken from this nightmare. She was screaming, begging her mother to stop.

"Hmmm." He wasn't all too certain that Zireael would want to return to this place ever again after her previous experience, but perhaps Lara would be able to turn it into a positive. It was still hard for him to know what to make of her affections or even how to feel about them. None-the-less he knew he had to exercise self-control especially now. "Goodnight, Lara." A phrase he never thought he might say again. As the door closed, he made to turn and leave, but something stopped him. He could go to the guest room. Yes. He could do that... except he had failed Lara once by not being by her side. A mistake he'd not repeat. So instead, he quietly settled himself down in the hallway by her door where he could keep guard during the night. While there was still danger he couldn't leave her alone. Not even for a moment. Not again.

[advena87]

Eredin: We attack at dawn.

Imlerith: Why dawn?

Eredin: Tradition. You do shoot-outs at high noon, you stretch in the seventh inning, and you attack at dawn.

Caranthir: You also get executed at dawn.

Eredin: Thank you, Caranthir, for that bit of optimism.

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[krolykhere]

someones late to the party:)

[valkiria97]

[sedailanderekaden]

Interview with Mr. Ge'els

Q: How would you describe your voice? A: Calm, a bit throaty I guess. I had a neck injury when I was younger. It changed my voice and the wound had to heal for a long time. Q: Was that an accident? (Sounds like quite the story to me, so let's see what he's willing to tell us.) A: I don't consider an open sword fight an accident. (I'm trying to keep a poker face, but Viceroy Ge'els has seemingly more fun with my reactions than I have with his answers. Judging by the light smirk he produces on his lips.) Q: Ah, I think we all keep forgetting that you are also a General. So we shouldn't be surprised by battle injuries. A: (The quiet elf gracefully reaches for the high embroidered collar on his shirt and unbuttons a good portion of it. I'm intensely studying the huge scar on his throat and the left side of his neck, trying not to look horrified. Mind you, I had my thyroid removed a couple of years back, so I'm having a small discoloured blotch of skin on my throat as well, but it's absolutely ridiculous compared to the nasty jagged reddish thing he just revealed.)

Excerpt from my newest story on AO3. You can find the full interview under: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45499210

Fair warning - it's marked as Explicit for a reason. And it might be this time a heavier read as we're discussing the death of family members.

In spite of that I still hope you like it. It took me forever to finish and I'm very thankful for your patience. 🌹

[dutchmancallypso]

Hael, me Dearg, ensh'eass❤️

[lifeinadarkenedworld-gmv]

*I do NOT own any of the media I used in this video. They all belong to their rightful owners. I have made this video out of love and appreciation for the wonderful, complex universe of the Witcher. I make no profit nor do I intend to.*

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I have been working on this fanvideo for a while now, I am happy to finally share it, happy to have finished it at last.

I've recently read the Witcher books and found myself intrigued by the dynamics between Eredin and Ciri, which unfortunately were not explored enough in the game as they barely even had one encounter. Yet in that one encounter there seemed to be place for a lot more, a battle, a dialogue maybe, so I couldn't help but think what might've happened if.... I know the games aren't sequels to the books, but based on them, an alternate version/interpretation of the same universe and in all truth I'm glad that they're not considered sequels. It makes a lot more sense this way, at least to me.

So I thought about this song, and I thought about a story. Here is a small part of the story, I will soon post a link to the longer version. -----|------|----- He was neither a monster, nor a human. He was not just the King of the Wild Hunt. He was not just the elf she was attracted to. He was both. The cruel, ruthless king, and the mysterious yet charismatic individual were one and the same. She had known it the entire time, but she had denied it. She had denied it…to what end? For she could not change the truth of her feelings or of who he was. And she knew that either way, there was more to him than met the eye. More than he spoke, more than he showed, even. In the end, she knew he’d always be by her side. And she’d be by his. Through time and ice, travelers, phantoms… Is there such thing as frozen love? -----|------|-----

As individuals, I found them to be both complex, strong and interesting characters, characters I'd definitely read an entire book series about or play several games about. I also think a relationship between them would have an intriguing dynamic, as they are the kind of opposites that might go well together, one way or another--which is one of the things I tried showing in this fanvid

I'd also like to say that October 2018 will mark my 8th year of video editing, so I believe I can call this my "anniversary video", especially since it has been, by far, the hardest video I have ever worked on. Which is one of the reasons why I enjoyed every moment I spent working on it.

I would appreciate opinions, advice, suggestions, and any constructive criticism you may have. I believe there is always more improvement to be done, always more to learn :) Of course, thank you for watching the video and, assuming you’re seeing this, for reading the description.

------------- However, as there was a lot of modding involved in this video, I would like to thank: Erxv - for his patience, his advice, and teachings. Rmemr - for sharing his great tools for Witcher 3 scene creation and for his advice Briarbird - for her patience and for her teachings. ParKan11 - for creating the wonderful Geralt Doppler mod Elainezireael - for her opinions and advice --- Thanks also to CD Projekt RED, for creating a great, immersing game franchise with beautiful graphics, complex characters and story. Last but not least, thanks to the band Nightwish, for the unique cover of this song and their wonderful music that inspired me time and time again.

[starwrittenfates]

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐥

Lara was very young when Shiadhal had passed away. She remembered her mother being a wonderful queen who was kind and caring, but could also be mysterious too. Shiadhal would bring it upon herself to train her daughter in basic combat, wanting her to know how to protect herself against any attacks, especially from unicorns because of the fact the Aen Elle were already at war with them. She was also the leader of Dearg Ruadhri (Red Riders), known as the legendary Winter Queen, before Eredin succeeded her after her death. It was during one of the attacks against the unicorns that Shiadhal was lost. Auberon comments on how Lara has her mother’s eyes.

[bryd-one-brere]

[livingonmyown]

Taste of honey - Cirillac’h Valentine’s Fic 💖

Avallac’h would recognize that smell anywhere.

Part of being a well-versed herbalist, part of having had a sweet tooth since he was a little elfling. Not that it was a rare smell, in fact, the sweet nectar of honeycomb candy too often scented the air near the food stalls tempting him immensely to spend his last coin on such an impractical fancy.

He didn’t expect to smell it in the murky outskirts of the burned village that they had stumbled upon their searches for shelter for the night. He followed the sugary smell, a reminiscence of his carefree childhood when he spent most of his free time watching the White Fleet and dreaming of being a ship navigator. Sure enough, when he turned around, he caught Ciri in the process of eagerly biting into the hard candy, her half-closed eyes watching him mischievously while her face was one of pure bliss and delight.

The dignified part of him wanted to brush off his own disappointment with Ciri not sharing the sweet with him and simply leave it as another example of how selfish and callous dh’oines are. Swallowing hardly the excess of saliva, reaction to the alluring smell, as well as his own pride Avallac’h addressed his companion calmly.

“Pray tell Zireael, where did you get the sweet from?”

Instead of replying, she bit down greedily on the remaining candy, making Avallac’h salivate even more. The sage bit his lower lip as he continued to watch her, first with disbelief, then with anger and frustration at her insolence. Ciri as if reading his mind, pushed the last bit of the honeycomb into her mouth and moaned in ecstasy.

Her final reaction broke something in Avallac’h, and before he knew it, his arms shot towards her, and for a fleeting moment, Ciri thought that he was about to strangle her. Instead, his arms tightened around her small waist while his lips pressed onto hers forcefully. She gasped in surprise, and the elf took the opportunity to suck her plump lower lip into his mouth and taste her sweetness. His tongue explored her, stealing the remaining candy from her mouth, baiting and savouring it before swallowing it down. His lips continued their exploration, trying to steal every drop of honey from her tongue, lips, and corner of her mouth.

When his hunger was sated, and her surprise was gone, Avallac’h sensed in her a hesitation suddenly realizing what he was doing. They were in some forsaken place, in some random world, with the relentless Dearg Ruadhri at their heels. Though he rarely thought of Lara now, as there were more pressing matters occupying his head, he felt the memories of his past love smacking him across the face, and he twisted his head suddenly, ending the kiss abruptly.

The Knowing One took a step back, inwardly cursing at himself for the shameful moment of weakness. He desperately tried to come up with anything that could explain sensibly what had just happened, but when he looked into her eyes he was lost for words. Zireael wasn’t angry, didn’t look like she was about to slap him. Her emerald eyes bored into him, and he couldn’t look away from those intense eyes, feeling as she was taking complete control of his very soul.

He didn’t speak or move when Ciri took one step forward, and when she placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes drifted to her lips again as if spell bounded. He bent his neck slightly, letting their foreheads touch for a moment to give each other time for the decision – should we or should we not? – before their lips met again. This time Avallac’h kissed her much more gently, much more intimately, savouring the softness and timidness of Ciri’s lips, which was a stark contrast to her sharp personality. He tangled his slender fingers through her ashen locks, marvelling at their silky touch, and pulled her closer. She groaned softly before opening her mouth for him, and although the taste of honey still lingered on her tongue, Avallac’h for the first time tasted her.

And the taste overwhelmed him. He kissed her faster and deeper like a man drowning, and she was his oxygen. His hands tightened possessively on her waist, and she pushed herself up on her tiptoes to have better access to his lips. Ciri sucked greedily on his lower lip and gently raked it with her teeth as the elf pulled it out. This act was so full of her, her greed and generosity, her stubbornness and compliance, her callousness and tenderness, and he suddenly became possessed with an intense need to touch, kiss, have all of her for himself, and himself only.

Avallac’h could fool Ciri later with an explanation that what he had done was nothing more than a need of tasting the candy she selfishly ate in front of him, but he couldn’t lie to himself, knowing that in the deepest, darkest corner of his soul he always wondered what it would be like to kiss the Swallow and slip his tongue into her sweet mouth.

A needy moan escaped her, prompting a low growl from the sage, and before he knew he was backing her up against the nearest tree. In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong and immoral considering that he was her mentor and swore to protect her, but he hadn’t felt wanted in so long and hadn’t felt wanting for so long that he couldn’t simply part his lips from hers, even when she tried to get some air to breathe. He was so sick of his life, sick of Aen Elle and their demands, and for once he just wanted to get what he needed. And now he needed Ciri and her soft lips, her sparkling eyes, and her hundred ways of telling him when he was acting like a pompous prick. From the way she gripped his face, he could tell, that she felt as desperate as him.

Their shared passion was suddenly interrupted by a loud howl. They jumped away from each other, and Ciri swiftly took her sword out of the sheath and scanned the nearest woods to locate the source of the sound. Avallac’h clicked his fingers creating a fiery orb that illuminated their surroundings. For a couple of seconds, they waited in tensed silence until their heard another noise, this time closer, Ciri shifted her legs in preparation for a possible hostile encounter. Instead of ghouls or nekkers, they saw two foxes chasing each other around the nearby trees.

Ciri sighed in relief and put her sword down. The recent memories of kissing Avallac’h came back to her and she licked her lips to savor his taste, so foreign yet familiar.

“It’s only foxes!”

She commented the obvious, only to stop the awkward silence between them.

“It must be their mating season. Foxes are very vocal when looking for a mate.”

Avallac’h concluded in his usual calm and know-it-all voice. The tension left Ciri as she chuckled at his reply and in return received a quizzical look from her “almost mate.”

“It must be the fox mating season indeed.”

She repeated playfully and pressed something small and hard into the palm of his hand. Avallac’h forced himself to look away from her lips, still swollen after his ministration, and turned his attention to the small object in his hand – the honeycomb candy.

“Just remember to share.”

She added without her usual bravado, and he couldn’t help but smile warmly at her. Avallac’h decided to keep the candy and share it with her when they both will be free from all their obligations. Until then, they have each other and the promise that tastes of honey.

**

The story was also published on Ao3  😊

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37089553

**gif edit by @forsakenwitchery

[elderbloodcarrier]

@caelmewedd continued from X

The joyful smile on the princesses face suddenly disappeared at the names of the members of the Dearg Ruadhri. That was right, she asked for them to be invited as well. Lara knew what she would be bringing to the party when she decided to, but it was better to hear about it all now and suffer through Eredin’s lecture that she knew he had in store for her, than to hear about how she didn’t invite their warriors later. 

“Oh, don’t worry my fox, if anything, the Sparrowhawk and his group will have all their attention directed on cornering me to the back of the room and interrogating me on all that had happened, probably giving me the lecture of a lifetime.” What did Eredin think he was; her father or something? He was the King of the Wild Hunt, nothing more. 

She wouldn’t let Avallac’h be subjected to that, not again. It was the last of the consequences for her bad choices she would have to hear of as they got on her for having left home, pairing up with a human, and abandoning them. 

[advena87]

Daily Wild Hunt

Some incorrect quotes for Wild Hunt because I don't have enough content. Eredin is dumb Imlerith is dumber Caranthir is tired and 100% done Ge'els don't give a fuck

Imlerith: I got a plan. Might get us killed, but if it works it'll be a totally boss story. Cool?

Caranthir: No! No, it's not cool!

Eredin: Cool.

Caranthir: No, I sait it's not cool!

 ***

Caranthir: This is one of those moments where I tell you something isn't a good idea and you ignore me, isn't it?

Eredin: You're learning, kid. Slowly, but you're learning.

  ***

Caranthir: You should go to the medical tent and get that looked at properly.

Eredin: I’m fine.

Caranthir: You’re fine? That’s good. I’m gonna put that on your tombstone: “He said he was fine. He was wrong.”

  ***

Caranthir: I don’t think you understand Imlerith, killing someone isn't the way to solve arguments.

Imlerith: It shuts them up doesn’t it?

Caranthir: Well-

Eredin: No, wait, he has a point.

  ***

Caranthir: Keep an eye on Eredin. He'll probably do something stupid and get himself punched.

Imlerith: Sure, I'd love to see Eredin get punched.

Caranthir: Try again.

Imlerith: ...I will stop Eredin from getting punched.

 ***

Ciri: I will kill you!

Eredin: Let me ask Caranthir.

Ciri: That’s not how this works –

Eredin: Caranthir said no.

 ***

Imlerith: Are you busy?

Caranthir: Yes.

Imlerith: Cool listen to this.

 ***

Imlerith: I sort of did something and I need your advice, but I don't want any judgement or criticism.

Caranthir: And you came to me?

***

Caranthir: Someone tell me what happened.

Imlerith: Well-

Caranthir: Someone with a brain.

 ***

Imlerith: Actually, I have a better idea.

Caranthir: No, you don’t. History has proven that.

***

Imlerith: You know it's my nature to take things too far. Some people love me for that.

Caranthir: Nobody loves you for anything.

***

Eredin: And what's wrong with Imlerith?

Caranthir: My first thought was "a lot".

 ***

Eredin: Caranthir, I should have listened to you.

Caranthir: Yeah. Everyone should listen to me all the time about everything

***

Ge’els: See this? This is my "I don't care" face.

Eredin: That's your normal face.

***

Eredin: You need to react when someone cry.

Ge’els: I did. I rolled my eyes.

***  

Ge’els: Why do everyone think I'm incapable of doing anything nice?

Avallac’h: Experience.

***  

Eredin: People perceive you as somewhat…

Ge’els: Tempestuous?

Avallac’h: ‘Heinous bitch’ is the term used most often.

***  

Avallac’h: You’re diabolical.

Ge’els: I know.

Avallac’h: That’s not a compliment.

Ge’els: I know.

***  

Caranthir: Why is Ge’els so mean?

Eredin: I guess when you find something you're really good at you just stick with it.