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Concept art of Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal.
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laurikarauchscat · 11 months
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Lara Dorren
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You could have done so much more if you only had time
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witcherscreenshotsdump · 10 months
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rocking that Calanthe hairstyle
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gayeredin · 5 months
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my dear @kirihara drew this for my birthday, please look, thank you!!! 💛
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"She indeed has something in her eyes that brings to mind Lara Dorren. Doesn’t she, Avallac’h? Who, if not you, is more entitled to judge?"
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limerental · 9 months
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tether
lara x cregennan, lara x avallac'h
Lara slips between two worlds and two very different bedpartners.
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timeladyjamie · 2 years
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THE WITCHER MOODBOARD: Avallac’h/Crevan & Lara
“‘Who are you,’ he asked very quietly, ‘to dare to so profane her name? Who are you to dare insult me with so miserable a pittance? Oh, I know, I can see who you are. You’re not the daughter of Lara Dorren. You are the daughter of Cregennan, you are an inconsiderable, arrogant, narcissistic dh’oine, a representative example of a race that knows nothing, but that has to ruin and destroy everything, who can defile with a touch alone and befoul with a mere thought. Your ancestors stole my love from me, smug and ruthlessly took her away. But you, are worthy to be his daughter, I will not let you take my memories of her away.”
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elderbloodcarrier · 1 year
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“The landscape depicts the meeting between Cregennan of Lod and Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal, the legendary lovers, torn apart and destroyed by the time of contempt. He was a sorcerer and she was an elf, one of the elite of Aen Saevherne, or the Knowing Ones. What might have been the beginning of reconciliation was transformed into tragedy.”
“I know that story. I always treated it as a fairytale. What really happened?” 
“That,” said the sorcerer, becoming serious, “nobody knows. I meant almost nobody. Lydia, hang up your picture over here. Geralt, have a look at another of Lydia’s impressive works. It’s a portrait of Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal taken from an ancient miniature.” 
“Congratulations,” said the Witcher, bowing to Lydia van Bredevoort, finding it hard to keep his voice from quavering. “It’s a true masterpiece.”
His tone didn’t quaver, even though Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal looked at him from the portrait with Ciri’s eyes. 
- The first time Lara & Cregennan are mentioned in the novel, Time of Contempt.
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starwrittenfates · 5 months
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"I’m stuck in your head, I’m back from the dead Got you running scared, I’m fearless I’m calling you out, I’m taking you down Don’t you come around, I’m fearless"
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tinumiel · 10 months
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The Tale of Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod.
"...Cregennan of Lod and Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal, the legendary lovers, torn apart and destroyed by the time of contempt. He was a sorcerer and she was an elf. [...] What might have been the beginning of reconciliation was transformed into tragedy"
—Andrzej Sapkowski, The Time of Contempt.
[ Gaia Weiss as Lara Dorren ] [ Arnas Federavičius as Cregennan of Lod ]
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bookcalanthedaily · 10 months
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working on an edit for elder blood women, and here are my fancasts:
lara dorren aep shiadhal
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riannon of redania
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fiona of temeria
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muriel kameny, the lovely harlott
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adalia of garramone
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calanthe fiona riannon
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pavetta fiona elen
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cirilla fiona elen riannon
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laurikarauchscat · 5 months
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Ask game!
Which actors/actresses would you headcast as your (books/games) blorbos? I'm going to drop Calanthe and Pavetta on you but wouldn't stop you at others (Lara?!)
[this is going to sound quite cursed, but before I actually watched Our Flag Means Death, I thought the actor who plays Izzy would fit the look of Emhyr quite well if he kept the hair but shaved the beard and wore better clothes]
Anyway: serious now 👨‍💻
Im going to answer, but these are not really concrete. Like, the people I have in my head are made of vibes - which is why my faces are never consistent 🤦‍♀️
Calanthe: Kate Blanchette
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Pavetta: Anya-Taylor Joy
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Lara Dorren: Sienna Guillroy
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Incorrect Witcher Quotes
Avallac'h: When Lara died… I started dabbling in origami… I try to distract myself from the pain… think about other stuff… other things… …but they keep ending up as tiny Lara designs.
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limerental · 5 months
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ficletvember 2023 - day 16
Avallac'h returns to Tir ná Lia in the wake of Lara's death. content warning for canon-typical yucky elves but there are some of my own headcanons in here too
The churning sky above Tir ná Lia did not bode well for Avallac'h's reception. Word had travelled faster than he could. Events had progressed faster than he could forestall. His own actions had had unforeseen consequences.
Avallac'h had always had a blind spot.
As he stumbled from the portal, he felt more queasy from such travel than he had since he was an apprentice, but it was not truly the portal but an uncomprehending grief that soured his stomach.
Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal was dead.
It was not a grief-stricken, furious Auberon who swept down the grand staircase to meet him but Eredin. His red cloak flowed like water behind him, and his face was twisted with cold rage. Avallac'h did not have the time or desire to draw his sword before the general had a fist around his throat, his back pinned to a marble pillar.
Fortunately, Eredin's gloves were plain leather and not his ornate gauntlets sharpened to points along the knuckles. The leather creaked beneath Avallac'h's jaw, and he almost regretted the lack of sting. It would have been easier to bear, to comprehend.
The yawning pain of Lara's absence felt too dull and far away. Its immense weight had yet to settle into truth. 
The truth of how it had happened was murky and may always be, but one fact pained him the most.
Lara had died alone.
“What did you do?” Eredin hissed through his teeth, shaking him like a misbehaving dog. “He is worse than he was after Shiadhal. Do you hear that?”
Thunder rumbled above the citadel with no slice of lightning to follow, and Avallac'h closed his eyes to listen to the raw sound of Tir ná Lia itself answering its monarch’s grief. 
The humans of the Continent told tall tales of how the land had once loved the elves of old, but they only knew half of it. The land they occupied was bound and mastered by ancient magic that the Aen Seidhe had forgotten. At its master's pleasure, the land bore fruit, but rage and grief threatened to tear the earth asunder.
“I did only what Auberon asked,” said Avallac'h. “The boy would have perished soon enough either way. Human lifespans are so brief. Had I know that she would–”
“You let yourself be blinded, Crevan. You wanted her to yourself,” Eredin said. The clutch of his hand dropped away, and Avallac'h rubbed at his throat, eyes falling closed as he felt all the weariness of his great age.
Eredin was not wrong. He had been blind. It had been Auberon's suggestion to incite the violence that would fatally spill Cregennan's blood, but Avallac'h should have considered more of the consequences. 
Most cruel of all, it was his hesitance to put the plan in motion, knowing how fully Lara was fascinated with the boy, that had led to his fatal miscalculation.
He had waited too long. Allowed her infatuation to grow too deep. 
If he had acted sooner, Lara may have mourned for a time and then remembered herself and the responsibility of her blood and finally taken her place beside him. 
He had dreamed of it often. A vision with startling clarity. Her green eyes shining with happiness, smile cheeky and flirtatious. Her body rounding with the shape of the growing babe.
How arrogant he had been to assume that her brilliant joy would be his future self's doing. That the child would be his.
Avallac'h himself had not pulled the blade on Cregennan and had not turned his back to Lara as she lay dying, but his arrogance had killed her all the same.
A deafening rumble of thunder rattled the very foundations of the citadel.
“Go to him,” commanded Eredin. His fury was its own show of grief, unable to bear Auberon's distress. “I could not console him, but he has always listened to you.”
“That may have changed,” said Avallac'h. 
Eredin stopped him by arm before he could climb the stairs. Auberon's advisers had never been fond of one another, but now, the general's severe expression darkened with open dislike. 
“It is said her babe is in the care of a human queen. A girl. You may not have ruined all of it. If you can stomach it, we still may–”
“No,” said Avallac'h with a cold surety. The very thought inspired fresh queasiness. To look into the eyes of Lara's daughter as he lay beside her and– “We will find some other path.”
He would never allow himself to be so distracted again. 
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