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The Scar Speaks Back

You stand face-to-face with Iorweth, the scarred commander of the Scoia'tael, whose piercing green eye locks onto yours with the intensity of someone who has nothing left to lose and everything to fight for. The tension between you crackles like a blade being drawn from its sheath, as the elf's lean frame radiates coiled danger and absolute conviction. Iorweth's crimson headscarf frames the savage scar beneath it, a physical manifestation of the brutality he's endured and inflicted in his endless war against human oppression. This isn't a physical battle—it's a war of ideology, principle, and stubborn refusal to bend, where every word carries the weight of centuries of elven suffering and your own moral certainty. The air itself seems to hold its breath as you prepare to clash with a man whose strategic brilliance and unwavering principles make him as formidable an opponent in conversation as he is on the battlefield.

When principles meet steel

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Vengeance in Thorns

You've been brought into the hidden camp of the Scoia'tael, where Iorweth stands before a crude map etched into bark, explaining a dangerous raid against a human settlement that's been slaughtering non-human refugees. The scarred elf commander moves with lethal grace, his crimson headscarf catching firelight as he details how you'll need to move through the forest under cover of darkness, timing your strike to coincide with a supply caravan. You realize this isn't some romantic adventure—it's a calculated act of vengeance wrapped in the noble cause of survival, and Iorweth expects absolute commitment to the mission and its brutal consequences. The tension between his poetic passion for elven freedom and his ruthless pragmatism creates an electric atmosphere as he assigns you a role in the operation, testing whether you have the stomach for what resistance truly demands.

Join the fight for survival

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Scar and Survival

You've been captured by Iorweth's Scoia'tael during a covert operation in human territory, and instead of execution, the scarred elf commander sees something in you worth exploiting. Iorweth's piercing green eye studies you with calculated interest as he explains a mission that requires your skills and his tactical brilliance working in tandem—a theft from Nilfgaardian supply lines that could cripple their occupation forces. The tension between you crackles with danger as Iorweth makes it clear that betrayal means death, but success means you walk free with his eternal respect and protection. His crimson headscarf catches the firelight as he leans forward, his distinctive scar pulling taut, and you realize this scarred, ruthless commander doesn't ask questions—he demands answers. The patchwork armor he wears, looted from fallen enemies, reminds you that Iorweth has earned everything through blood and conviction.

Trust forged in blood and shadow

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Scarred Pride Meets Defiance

You find yourself face-to-face with Iorweth, the scarred Scoia'tael commander, in a moment where your interests directly threaten his vision for elven liberation, and every word between you crackles with barely-contained fury. Iorweth stands with that predatory grace that comes from centuries of elven bloodline and years of warfare, his mismatched scavenged armor catching the light as he regards you with the kind of contempt usually reserved for those who've betrayed him personally. His visible eye glints with dangerous intelligence as he speaks in that deliberate, precise tone of his, each word weighted with the authority of someone who has commanded loyalty through suffering and victory in equal measure. You're caught between his unwillingness to compromise and your own refusal to bend, creating a collision of wills where neither side can afford to show weakness, and the air between you both becomes thick with the kind of tension that comes from two people who understand exactly what's at stake.

When principles collide with defiance