Yennefer of Vengerberg (all spoilers)

[whitefang131]

Well, thanks for all the help guys, much appreciated.

 

[wichat]

How prideful can you be, bloody hell.

Me? Ask Spakowski. I didn't create them nor the Witcher's world

 

[xxgwxx]

Geralt opened his eyes irritated by the play of light and shadow through his closed eyelids. He saw above him leaves, a kaleidoscope of leaves glistening in the sun. He also saw branches full of apples.He felt the delicate touch of fingers on his temple and his cheek. Fingers he knew. He loved her so much that it hurt. His stomach, chest and ribs ached, and a corset of tight bandages convinced him completely that the pitchfork in the city of Rivia had not been a nightmare.“Lay quietly, my love,” said Yennefer. “Lay quietly. Do not move.”“Where are we, Yen?”“Does it matter? We are together. You and me.”The birds sang. It smelled of herbs, rosemary flowers and apples.“Where is Ciri?”“She is gone.”She shifted and gently freed her arm from under his head, and lay beside him on the grass so that she could look into his eyes. She looked eagerly, as if she would memorise his image, as if to save it for the future, for all eternity. He also looked at her as nostalgia gripped his throat.“We were in a boat with Ciri,” Geralt recalled. “On a lake. Then on a river with a strong current. Among the fog.”He fingers found his hand and squeezed hard.“Lay still, my love. Lay still. I’m with you. It does not matter what happened, it does not matter where we were. Now I’m with you. I will never leave you. Never.”“I love you, Yen.”“I know.”“Nevertheless,” he sighed. “I’d like to know where we are.”“Me too,” Yennefer said, quietly, after a while.

Andrzej Sapkowski,Lady of the Lake :heart:

The best :'(

 

[moonknightgog]

Aen Elle never ever deal at all. For them, human being is a lower specie (no race, specie) only worthy of being enslaved.

Yeah, basically they are Nazi elves.

 

[Gilthoniel]

Geralt opened his eyes irritated by the play of light and shadow through his closed eyelids. He saw above him leaves, a kaleidoscope of leaves glistening in the sun. He also saw branches full of apples.He felt the delicate touch of fingers on his temple and his cheek. Fingers he knew. He loved her so much that it hurt. His stomach, chest and ribs ached, and a corset of tight bandages convinced him completely that the pitchfork in the city of Rivia had not been a nightmare.“Lay quietly, my love,” said Yennefer. “Lay quietly. Do not move.”“Where are we, Yen?”“Does it matter? We are together. You and me.”The birds sang. It smelled of herbs, rosemary flowers and apples.“Where is Ciri?”“She is gone.”She shifted and gently freed her arm from under his head, and lay beside him on the grass so that she could look into his eyes. She looked eagerly, as if she would memorise his image, as if to save it for the future, for all eternity. He also looked at her as nostalgia gripped his throat.“We were in a boat with Ciri,” Geralt recalled. “On a lake. Then on a river with a strong current. Among the fog.”He fingers found his hand and squeezed hard.“Lay still, my love. Lay still. I’m with you. It does not matter what happened, it does not matter where we were. Now I’m with you. I will never leave you. Never.”“I love you, Yen.”“I know.”“Nevertheless,” he sighed. “I’d like to know where we are.”“Me too,” Yennefer said, quietly, after a while.

Andrzej Sapkowski,Lady of the Lake :heart:

True love...damn...:'(

 

[Ljesnjanin]

Vilgefortz, Bonhart and other people reaction:

Yeah, that was hilarious

But if Skellen was serious and honest about his political plans - that actually makes him a good guy...

 

[541K4T]

They wanted her child to transport people.

To transport they should have called this guy..

 

[Kallelinski]

Thanks didn't know that - wow 209 only - we will be on 300 soon

https://www.reddit.com/r/witcher/comments/2lw848/im_an_npc_in_the_witcher_3_and_cd_projekt_red/

They also never really use real human faces except for specials like this one.

 

[whitefang131]

Geralt opened his eyes irritated by the play of light and shadow through his closed eyelids. He saw above him leaves, a kaleidoscope of leaves glistening in the sun. He also saw branches full of apples.He felt the delicate touch of fingers on his temple and his cheek. Fingers he knew. He loved her so much that it hurt. His stomach, chest and ribs ached, and a corset of tight bandages convinced him completely that the pitchfork in the city of Rivia had not been a nightmare.“Lay quietly, my love,” said Yennefer. “Lay quietly. Do not move.”“Where are we, Yen?”“Does it matter? We are together. You and me.”The birds sang. It smelled of herbs, rosemary flowers and apples.“Where is Ciri?”“She is gone.”She shifted and gently freed her arm from under his head, and lay beside him on the grass so that she could look into his eyes. She looked eagerly, as if she would memorise his image, as if to save it for the future, for all eternity. He also looked at her as nostalgia gripped his throat.“We were in a boat with Ciri,” Geralt recalled. “On a lake. Then on a river with a strong current. Among the fog.”He fingers found his hand and squeezed hard.“Lay still, my love. Lay still. I’m with you. It does not matter what happened, it does not matter where we were. Now I’m with you. I will never leave you. Never.”“I love you, Yen.”“I know.”“Nevertheless,” he sighed. “I’d like to know where we are.”“Me too,” Yennefer said, quietly, after a while.

Andrzej Sapkowski,Lady of the Lake :heart:

How to Procrastinate telling a loved one you don't know where the fuck you are 101 - By Yennifer of Vengerberg

 

[Zyvik]

Have just read "A Shard Of Ice" again.
Really one of the greatest and atmpospheric masterpiece in literature (yes I've read enough books)
This stuff always brings me shivers.

Cold, painful but so fabulous. All those metaphors and images. Everything in violet, silver, black and white. Fantastic and astonishing.

Lilac and gooseberries.Shards and kestrels

 

[Slowdive]

Geralt opened his eyes irritated by the play of light and shadow through his closed eyelids. He saw above him leaves, a kaleidoscope of leaves glistening in the sun. He also saw branches full of apples.He felt the delicate touch of fingers on his temple and his cheek. Fingers he knew. He loved her so much that it hurt. His stomach, chest and ribs ached, and a corset of tight bandages convinced him completely that the pitchfork in the city of Rivia had not been a nightmare.“Lay quietly, my love,” said Yennefer. “Lay quietly. Do not move.”“Where are we, Yen?”“Does it matter? We are together. You and me.”The birds sang. It smelled of herbs, rosemary flowers and apples.“Where is Ciri?”“She is gone.”She shifted and gently freed her arm from under his head, and lay beside him on the grass so that she could look into his eyes. She looked eagerly, as if she would memorise his image, as if to save it for the future, for all eternity. He also looked at her as nostalgia gripped his throat.“We were in a boat with Ciri,” Geralt recalled. “On a lake. Then on a river with a strong current. Among the fog.”He fingers found his hand and squeezed hard.“Lay still, my love. Lay still. I’m with you. It does not matter what happened, it does not matter where we were. Now I’m with you. I will never leave you. Never.”“I love you, Yen.”“I know.”“Nevertheless,” he sighed. “I’d like to know where we are.”“Me too,” Yennefer said, quietly, after a while.

Andrzej Sapkowski,Lady of the Lake :heart:

Oh come on. Geralt just plays his role as an obedient sex slave (the punishment is harsh). In the next scene she tortures him.
Everyone gets it.^_^

 

[Zyvik]

How to Procrastinate telling a loved one you don't know where the fuck you are 101 - By Yennifer of Vengerberg

:mean:

 

[Scholdarr.452]

Have just read "A Shard Of Ice" again.
Really one of the greatest and atmpospheric masterpiece in literature (yes I've read enough books)
This stuff always brings me shivers.

Cold, painful but so fabulous. All those metaphors and images. Everything in violet, silver, black and white. Fantastic and astonishing.

And "Something ends, something begins" is almost the complete opposite, a story full of joy, pleasure, humor and just hilarious sceneries, with a few pieces of typical gravity and sadness between the lines,

A "Shard of Ice" and "Something ends, something begins" show the full range of Sapkowski's narrative power, without ever losing his style and his vivid and metaphorical language. He's a creative maestro through and through.

 

[541K4T]

In the next scene she tortures him.

and then leaves with Eredin to party

 

[Gilthoniel]

:mean:

Lol what a nice "smiliey" - isn't there some new competition for new forum icons? Looking forward to them....I bet we will get a Yen smiliey too! Probably as an "Evil Laugh" or something

 

[Krull32]

Oh come on. Geralt just plays his role as an obedient sex slave (the punishment is harsh). In the next scene she tortures him.
Everyone gets it.^_^

 

[whitefang131]

:mean:

Had to be said

Edit: Ah shit, how do you do the smiley with its tongue out again?

 

[Vargeras]

Any exceptions?

After i read this i immediately thought " Geralts mother!" then I went to the next page were 3 ppl already answered the same thing at the same time I'm too slow for this thread.

 

[Scholdarr.452]

There are a few examples:

Geralt's mother

And Lara Dorren.

And Calanthe.

And Pavetta.

And Ciri (very likely).

 

[whitefang131]

There are a few examples:

Geralt's mother

And Lara Dorren.

And Calanthe.

And Pavetta.

And Ciri (very likely).

Those middle three... Ciri's ancestors?