Iorweth

Iorweth is an elf, a well-known hater of humans, and was the commander of the last Scoia'tael commando to be broken during the second war with Nilfgaard. One of the elves under his command was Echel Traighlethan who was captured by the Redanian Secret Service and brought to Drakenborg to be hanged.

Iorveth appears in what seems to be the opening cutscene in Act I of the game. He's approached by a mysterious individual claiming to be a friend of nonhumans with an offer: the man wants to kill kings for his own inscrutable reasons, and would like Iorveth's help in form of the elf's knowledge of secret trails and weapon stashes. To back his claim, this man shows Iorveth a head he claims to have belonged to Demawend, King of Aedirn and Sovereign of the Pontar valley.

As what seems to be Act I begins, Geralt, Triss and Vernon Roche meet Iorveth. Roche appears to know the elf and they are quite hostile to each other, hinting at less-then-pleasant past experiences. Shortly afterward, it becomes clear that Iorveth managed to rebuild the commando he lost during the war, as elves attack Geralt and company on his orders.

Journal Entry
They say all elves are beautiful, that they are born thus. In Iorveth's case someone set out to change this, marking his face with an ugly scar that the elf partially hid beneath a crimson headscarf. Iorveth was a living legend, the elusive leader of a Scoia'tael unit whose members gave no thought to laying down their arms and continued their war against humans. Stories of his deeds, of his deep hatred of dh'oine, painted him as more akin to a vengeful ghost than to an individual made of blood, bone and flesh. Certain sources claimed that Iorveth was the kingslayer's ally and thus involved in recent events, yet Geralt's first meeting with the elf brought few answers and ended with Scoia'tael archers laying down a deadly barrage. Indeed, it seemed at the time that the elf would only ever answer the witcher with arrows.

In the eyes of some people, like Loredo or Roche, Iorveth was a common criminal, his hands stained by the blood of innocents. Indeed, the list of those he had cut down in his "fight for freedom" could easily rival the number of ballads, romances and ditties in my repertoire.

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