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I've been requesting a friend who does character file swapping to swap Roche: first as Morvran then as Emhyr.
Interesting results!I particularly love the smile on Emhyr's face.
Screenshots taken by JellyBearby (IG) and enhanced by me in PSD.
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Swapped Roche for Emhyr.
Emhyr at the Hangman's Tree. Corrected some clipping issues (fingers were through his arm), and erased the crossbow on his back, then enhanced color and lighting. Picture taken by JellyBearby at my request. Thank Jelly!
My wallpaper for the month of April.
From the pages of my personal fanfiction: A Painting of You.
Photo taken and given to me by jellybearby , enhanced by me in PSD. Swap mod: Emhyr/Olgierd. That's probably the last my friends will read the bits and pieces of my sappy writing unless I make a portrait or find the right screenshot to fit the narrative:
Upon his return to Loc Grimm, the emperor summoned the Imperial portraitist, Raphael of Vicovaro and told him of the woman in the heart of Mirrah forest, Gheso. He was very precise with the details: cascading ebony curls, alabaster skin, lips shaped like an elven bow the color of cherry blossoms and her heterochromia iridium of perfectly symmetrical silver and emerald. Only one detail was changed- that the lady be dressed in a modest white dress, and not the filthy rags he remembers her wearing. The portrait was sent to Emhyr's office two months later, still smelling heavily of oils. Raphael waited with nervous anticipation, for the emperor praised his talents with each portrait he makes. But today, the emperor was silent, his expression brooding. He motioned with a curt flick of his hand for the chamberlain to escort Raphael to the treasury for his pay. Likewise, Emhyr dismissed his guards. Now alone with the portrait Raphael called The Lady of Mirrah, Emhyr was not impressed, She looked different from what he recalled. The ebony hair should be longer, curls like the waves of the Skelligen seas, her skin was fairer, almost glowing, and her upper lip arched like the shape of a heart, rather than the shape of an elven bow. The emperor, definitely, is not impressed. He considered that a good thing. The painting for which he paid Raphael 2000 florens will not decorate one of his apartments. It serves a less flattering purpose. Emhyr's hand gripped the dagger on his side, unsheathing it.
He paid 2000 florens for a painting he's going to destroy. Just as he crushed the headstones of his enemies into so many pieces that even history forgot their names, and subjected to even greater humiliation by pounding those pieces into his ballroom floor, he was doing the same thing with her portrait. He will shred it to pieces that his memory will forget she ever existed. Exorcise the Lady of Mirrah from his memories. The Emperor has no time to spare for... distractions from his duties to the Empire. He raised the dagger, about to strike, when something stopped the point of the blade from puncturing the canvas: Her emerald and silver eyes. The only detail Raphael captured accurately. Two round silver bases with forest green emeralds embedded in it. Gentle and mesmerizing. An emerald in a silver ring. And it had the same effect on him. Emhyr was, once more, distracted. His dagger plunged, and cut a rectangular strip: her eyes separated by the bridge of her nose. "These eyes do not belong on any face, except hers." he thought. He couldn't bring himself to forget that wildflower in the forest. She, with her emerald-inlaid-in-silver-eyes, nor the scar that extended the length of his forearm down to the palm of his hand- a souvenir from the mercenaries hired by his enemies, which she mended with medical precision. A rare flower, the Lady of Mirrah. The emperor rolled the torn piece and stuffed it into a wooden tube he took from one of his desk drawers and summoned servant to dispose of the remains of Raphael's painting. The Emperor of Nilfgaard cannot afford such distractions, but during brief moments of respite, Emhyr takes out the tube from the bottom of the desk drawer to remember.
you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it
