#jhavi jorasdottir

[mystery-salad]

Specifically characters where I've seen people say some weirdly antagonistic, out-of-pocket things on other peoples' posts and polls instead of just making their own hate post

[commanderyes]

The Commander And The Stage

[icebrooding]

tfw getting a gf interferes w/ ur work plans

bye larry :(

let jhavi take a vacation next i think she deserves it

[i-mybrunettelady]

Sanne and Jhavi??

This one's gotta be fun

I'm half torn on whether they'd work or not. See, Sanne's the granddaughter of the last shaman of Ox (aka Forgal's father. As a refresher, Sanne's Forgal's niece.) So there she has a bit of a claim to fame (outside of her own deeds and reputation as a skaald and a hunter.)

But hers would never beat Jhavi's. And while Sanne isn't terribly concerned about ancestry and family lines, she would be somewhat envious of Jhavi in that way if they were together. That is not very good for a relationship. Ultimately, Sanne would get over it but like. There would be angst (until she realises that her legend is in recording and immortalising famous people in song. Her legend is more as a skaald than as a hero per se.)

So ship rating: 6/10

[girlbob-boypants]

And here it is

Anyone else wondering if they brought back Malice so they can keep up the tradition of bringing back a woman character from earlier in the game so they can ruin her potential storyline mid expac by either killing her off or just ruining the potential like they did with Jhavi, Mai, and Zojja?

I do have a full cynical comment tho instead of just my usual being too much of a cunt for fandom feelings

[hedjeroo]

very quick speedpaint of jhavi bc there's like. no art of her apparently????

trying to get back into doing little bits of art every day. hopefully i'll have some more loktober soon weeps;;;

[commander-titania]

I still miss Futurama

[guildwarsgirl]

As promised, my GW2 fic posted to Ao3. If you plan on reading it and commenting, please be polite. I worked hard on this! Even Logan is mentioned!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34435723

[kerra-and-company]

gimme opinions on jhavi pls

Jhavi opinions coming right up! :D How I feel about this character I wish I liked her more than I do, because the reasons I have trouble liking her are, generally, very much not her fault. It was jarring for me to have her suddenly there as the Vigil's second-in-command/temporary leader(?) throughout a Lot of Icebrood because I couldn't shake the fact that it didn't make sense to me for Laranthir to just be (metaphorically) AWOL the entire time. BUT that is not the character's fault! And I do like her decently well as a character on her own. She's Jhavi Jorasdottir, connected to the legendary norn who's involved in a very well-known Jormag tale. She's trying to make a legend of her own and come out of her ancestor's shadow, and then she ends up thrust into a leadership position she doesn't feel ready for. Despite liking her story concept and her, though, I've never been particularly attached to her. I think in part that has to do with some of the larger problems of Icebrood, such as the fact that the Norn and their storyline (and, thus, potentially, more time spent with Jhavi) were kinda shoved to the side. (I also think many people have written longer posts about LWS5 in general, so I won't ramble too much about this here.) All the people I ship romantically with this character None that I've considered at this point, sorry sorry! Doesn't mean I wouldn't, just that I can't think of anyone right now xD My non-romantic OTP for this character Don't know if this is quite an OTP, but I did like what little we got to see of Almorra and Jhavi's mentor-mentee relationship. And I think her and Braham could eventually be decent friends, if they managed to talk through some stuff! My unpopular opinion about this character Honestly, maybe just the fact that I like her at all is unpopular. I know at least a few folks I've seen on here really do not. One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon Again, this is more of a larger Icebrood thing, but I wish we'd had more time focusing on the Norn. It would have been really nice in so many ways, and, with respect to this character specifically, it would have given Jhavi more of a chance to really work through a fully shown storyline of her own.

[desert-shroud]

You know why I've come, yet you cower in the ice! Face me, and let us finish what you started!

[senyaichiya]

Tfw when u find a theme playlist that slaps so hard that an hour of drawing goes by like nothing *chefs kiss*

[mystery-salad]

SMASH OR PASS: jhavi jorasdottir, almorra soulkeeper, peitha, dagda -- @purple-saladleaves

Jhavi - SMASH hello she's gorgeous, she's legendary, she keeps a cool head even when last minute having to take on more in the face of tragedy, and she's so strong and tall. Carry me Jhavi~

Almorra - SMASH, she's also the whole package right up there with Jhavi! And truly she deserves a better lay than Bangar

Peitha - pass. She's pretty, sure, but tbh she looks way too conventionally pretty for my monster fucker tendencies. Like...a fleshy barbie with horns. Just doesn't take it nearly far enough for me, so I'll be passing and tracking down a less humanoid kryptis thx ✌️ Ramses could get it tho 💖

Dagda - pass, she's clearly still tied up in her ex and while I adore her and respect her I can not fuck her lmao. I'm very 😳 from afar at her constantly tho, if SHE asked I'd probably keel over dead.

[commanderyes]

The Commander And Ryland

[senterya]

Hold on.

Hold on was she always there in the Vigil Keep or is this a new addition?

[i-mybrunettelady]

Ask game! Nyra and Jhavi!

(@uselessidiotsquad )

This one's actually very viable ngl

Because from Nyra's PoV: a tall, strong norn woman. But also, a leader, skilled, born with a legacy (where Jhavi is a descendant of Jora, Nyra's a descendant of King Doric. Pretty important people for their races.) Both of them are soldiers and Vigil at that. It helps that Jhavi doesn't seem to be as ambitious as Nyra is, which does make sure they won't butt heads as much as Nyra does with, for example, El!

Ship rating: 10/10 for accuracy and actually being very viable

[aerisdraws]

Blood & Bone

Join me, it said. A hiss in her ear, an intruder in her mind.

“No.”

You need to rest. You’ve worked so hard.

“No.” Solvi repeated. She knew she shouldn’t be talking out loud. Recognizing the existence of the whisper only made it worse. Engaging it encouraged it. She continued her march, anger and stress pumping through her veins and spurring her on. She could barely feel the cold, despite lacking Raven’s protection against the icy bite of the cool night. The tracks she left in the snow showed her course was to the north-east, straight towards the Svanir infested territory of Bjora Marches.

You’re strong, but you could be stronger. With me.

“I don’t need your help!” she shouted into the darkness. Her voice cracked like lightning and echoed through the mountains. Fuck. Now was not the time to draw attention. She’d told her snow leopard to stay behind, back at the encampment. This was only meant to be a short walk, to burn off some steam and cool down. The voice was getting to everyone, even her, but the commander couldn’t be showing weakness – not now, and especially not in front of the others.

He’s not there. Solvi stopped in her tracks. How did it know? Ever since the Pact had decided to venture north, after stupid fucking Ryland who thought he could tame a dragon, she’d had a growing sense of dread.

“Who’s not there?” she asked the night, uncertain. Testing. Her fists clenched into balls.

You know who.

She did. The scars on her back felt like they were pulling at her skin as though they were trying to tear away from her. Her once beautiful green tattooed wings, now decimated into knotted, ugly scars. The norn stomped on, fury growing within her. It wasn’t fair that it new. She hated that it could pry into her soul, forcing open memories she’d worked so hard to suppress. The voice poked at the most sore parts of her being, and it made Solvi angry.

The voice left her alone for a little while, but somehow that only made things worse. Solvi wanted to argue, spit at it, tear something apart. Instead she was walking deeper and deeper into the blizzard. She’d stumbled across bodies lying in the snow, but didn’t bother checking them. She knew. The Vigil guard that had suddenly walked away two days before. The asura who said they were going to investigate the area. They’d all left the keep to pointlessly fucking die. Why couldn’t they have stayed put? Why weren’t they strong enough to keep going? Why did they stop to –

Rest.

“NO!” she screamed. “GO AWAY!” Blood rushed to her head as she howled her rage to the moon. Her control was slipping. Claws pierced the gloves she wore and Solvi could feel her fangs grow. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, it was beating painfully fast as her body struggled between norn and wolf form. Black creeped over her field of vision, making it even harder for her to see in the blizzard. Solvi felt her face burning, unable to tell whether it was because of the freezing cold or because of the raw fury boiling inside her.

He made you feel weak.

Solvi howled again, her body contorting as her spine twisted and thick red fur grew up her arms and legs. “I’M – NOT – WEAK” she stuttered, finding it increasingly difficult to speak through her lengthening teeth.

A crack of a twig to the right of her alerted her to danger. Her vision had started to come back and improve as her transformation to wolf progressed. One silhouette – large, masculine – observed her from behind a tree. She stepped towards the man.

He took from you.

Each whisper was like a whip across her back. Even her fur couldn’t grow properly where he’d forever marked her, and that thought only made her angrier. She could almost smell him, now. It had been almost a decade, but Solvi could never forget his scent. It lingered on her skin like thick blood. A coagulated disease that only she could feel. Her skull cracked and re-shaped, her clothes tore, unable to adapt to her wild form.

He made you feel small.

Solvi roared, feeling her mind and heart split apart as all her anguish spilled forward. The man who had stalked her saw this moment and took his opportunity to strike, jumping out from his cover and slashing an icy sword across her forearm. It felt like fire searing into her skin. Solvi looked down at her attacker, unable to see anything else but his grimacing face as he prepared his next assault. She bared her fangs at him, surrendering in to the beast inside her. One, two, three, the nornwolf swiped at him, tearing at his clothes. Warm blood spread across her claws, and she heard him yelp.

Metal clashed against claws when she batted his sword away as though it were a toy. Her night vision had fully kicked in now, and she could make out her attacker’s face. His face. Adrenaline surged through her body and she lunged, aiming her fangs straight for his throat.

He dodged the maw and called for help. His hand gripped the fur on the back of Solvi’s neck so he could pull her down. Caught off guard, the Commander stumbled for a moment, but that was all he needed. He drove his sword through her abdomen, and this time she howled in pain.

You never fought back.

Blood seeped down the blade of the sword as Solvi’s muscles convulsed about it.

He won your trust and you were blind.

More footsteps rushed to her in the snow. The man holding the sword laughed at his victory.

You still can’t win.

Three more attackers surrounded her. The fight was over.

No.

You’re weak.

No.

Just as small as you were before.

NO!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Solvi turned her head to her attacker and sank her teeth into his skull, crunching through helmet and bone. She locked her jaw and twisted, tearing his head off his shoulders, and threw it to the other attackers. The body fell, but the sword remained lodged between her ribs. Good.

She saw her new enemies. They all had the same face – they all had his face. His smell, his voice. Something split inside of her. A decade of repressed rage crashed to the surface. She lunged again, relishing in the sensation of blood filling her mouth, teeth closing in around his throat just enough to feel spine. Solvi snapped it like a toothpick. Something stung the back of her leg, her fur felt warm and wet and she could smell more blood – her own, this time. Growling, she spun around to face the two men remaining. No holding back.

The last man fell. Solvi stood over him, panting. Half his face was still in her hand, flesh tangled on her claws. In this form, she could smell the fear lingering in the air. The snow around her was so dark with blood it looked like the night sky had dripped onto the ground. She looked down at the face of the man she’d killed. It wasn’t him.

Pain finally made itself known as the adrenaline drained from her body. A low moan, bestial in nature, escaped from her throat. The Commander fell to her knees, tears welling in her eyes as her mind slowly returned. She wasn’t angry now, she was hurt, and she couldn’t deal with hurt. Solvi, still in her wolf form, clawed at the head of the corpse beneath her, tearing away the remaining flesh and eyes, creating deep grooves in the bone of the skull itself. When all the skin and muscle had been ripped away, she pounded at it with bloodied fists until she could feel her knuckles crack under the force and the skull was shattered into a million pieces.

“I LOVED YOU!” Solvi howled, her face twisted from the torture. Agony coursed through her body and soul. The commander was defeated. “I loved you,” she muttered, knowing it was pointless to say. Those words had felt empty to her a long time ago.

With me, you would never feel small again.

Solvi cried, wracked with a sorrow that could never be healed. It wasn’t fair. None of these men were him. But they all followed the same banner. They had all done this to her. Torn her wings to shreds.

I can give him to you, said the whisper. Fur matted with blood receded back down her arms and legs, exposing pale, bloodstained skin. Solvi hiccupped, the sword of her attacker still sheathed inside her abdomen, creating new wounds as her body returned to its natural form. The blade twisted between her ribs as her spine shortened, her claws retracted and her fanged snout turned back into her scarred lips and nose.

Spirits, how tempting it was. The promise of being delivered the man she hated the most. How she longed to sink her teeth into his throat and taste his blood. She wanted him to beg for her mercy, just like she had before.

I would never hurt you like he did, it murmured. The voice sounded so kind. It felt Solvi’s pain. It knew how it felt, to be betrayed, to be made to feel worthless.

Solvi spat blood and laughed. She gazed at the mangled skull between her hands. “That’s what he said, too. You’re both liars.”

The fight had ended and her energy was drained. It had been hours since she’d left, and her crew would be worried for her by now.

Rest.

“I can’t,” Solvi replied, searing pain contorting her body. She needed to rest, but it would kill her if she did. Her clothes laid in tatters, blood-soaked and useless. Even though she was norn, she would not survive the night, naked in the middle of this unnatural snowstorm.

You’re safe, now. You don’t have to keep going.

The giantess struggled to her feet. The sword wasn’t the only problem: she bore several wounds, some of them deep enough to cause her to bleed out. One, two steps. She had to go back to the fort. She couldn’t die like this, not now.

I’ll protect you. Ice fortifies.

“Like hell it does,” the huntress mumbled. Three, four. One foot in front of the other. She felt so dizzy – she was losing too much blood. Her bare foot hit a rock under the snow, and she fell forwards onto the sword, driving it further through her. The pain debilitated her so much she couldn’t even swear. Breathe. Breathe. She’d crawl back if she had to.

For a few minutes, it worked. Solvi clawed her way towards safety, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. It was so cold her blood crystallized almost as soon as it hit the ground.

“Sahar,” she moaned, calling to her companion. “Help… me…”

The world went dark as her body slumped, sinking into the snow. Her ribs met the hilt of the sword. For a moment, Solvi felt warm, lying in a pool of her own blood. Then, the cold creeped through her fingers and toes, and her mind went blank.

Warm. She felt warm – and it wasn’t blood, this time. Blue light danced behind her eyelids, and she could hear whispers. Not the ones that were in her head, but the voices of people she knew. Warmaster Jhavi and… Braham.

One eye opened, painfully swollen. She glimpsed Braham, who was holding her against his chest, hot as a furnace even through the layers of furs he wore, likely blood-soaked now. She was wrapped in something soft, thick and smelling of smoke and fresh-cut wood. It must be Braham’s cloak, as the Warmaster was much smaller than Solvi. Jhavi walked beside him, her palm resting on Solvi’s shoulder while she muttered healing spells, closing the wounds. The sword was still there – a problem for later, but it was best to leave it than remove it and cause more damage. It wasn’t only those two: Sahar was here as well, Solvi could feel it. Her snow leopard must have sensed her pain and come for her, bringing the others along.

“Commander,” Braham’s deep voice called to her though the fog of her mind. “You look terrible, what happened?” he asked. She could hear the concern in his voice – he never was good at hiding his emotions.

Solvi cracked a tired smile, baring bloodied teeth. “You should see the other guy” she slurred.

Jhavi chuckled. “We’re almost back at the keep, Commander. You better rest.”

Her advice fell on deaf ears as, finally, Solvi surrendered herself to sleep.