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[Grits]

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The Lost Knife Hideout Adventure

Here we have the expedition from the Wobbly Goblet Inn to Lost Knife Hideout across the border in Skyrim. The plan was hatched in the Goblet somewhere right around here.

[Grits]

Darnand listened to the ideas passed around the fire.

He smiled back at Salyan. “You are correct in your assessment. My cloak carries a mild Frost Shield enchantment, but it is intended to ease the discomfort of travel, not stand in as armor. It is not enough to turn a blade or prevent dismemberment. As you suggest, I shall maintain a distance so that I might cast the soul traps without coming under immediate attack. I will use a spell with a long duration, so accuracy will be important. I do not want to waste magicka.”

Darnand scraped his plate into the fire to clean it. Then he wiped his utensils and put them away as he spoke.

“Aravi and Kayla, I will not use fire while you are engaged at close range for fear of hitting you. If you need support I will summon a dremora. I must warn you to remove yourself from the fight if I do so. He often attacks indiscriminately once the initial threat has been eliminated. I will only summon him under great duress.” Which contributes to the lack of control, he thought. “And of course my fire spells will aid your strategic repositioning, if such should be required. On the subject of friendly fire, I should explain the soul trap. If you find yourself caught in the effect for some reason, do not become alarmed. It takes tremendous power to trap a human’s or mer’s energy in this manner. Even if you should… er, expire while the spell is upon you, your soul will not be trapped in any gem that I carry.”

From the looks on the faces around the campfire Darnand speculated that he might have shared too much information.

He nodded at Aravi. “It is good that you have an alternate means of setting the soul traps.” On a dagger, for the love of Mara! he thought. Running up to an angry creature and poking it with a short blade might secure the attention of Sheogorath.

But Aravi was an experienced warrior despite her delicate appearance. Instead of expressing the concern he felt for her safety, he gave her a little smile. “I recall your speed and great agility in battle,” he said. “Your two blades move faster than this Breton’s eye can follow. It is good that our results will not be diluted if we should need to separate.”

Darnand glanced at Vera. He agreed that she should remain apart to provide clear perspective and ranged support with her bow. The rest of them should be able to take down even the strongest animals with cooperation and planning. It was the more responsive threats such as bandits that posed the greatest danger to them. Having a professional killer watching their backs would allow them to focus on the conflict at hand without being caught by one they failed to see coming.

He finished stowing his gear and looked around. Folk were often tempted to stay awake sharing stories in the warm intimacy of a campfire. Darnand was admittedly not a gregarious person, and he felt that they had enjoyed enough of that already. “Shall I take the first watch?” he said.