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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.

[Darkness Eternal]

"Vera," Salyan said. "You're a seasoned and fearsome huntress of beasts and men alike; any guess as to how old these bloodstains are?"

Vera crouched and ran her gloved finger over the red stain, bringing it up to catch a whiff of it despite the helmet concealing her face. She had to admit her armor had its uses. Being in the darkness was no bother to her, but her eyes had a habit of glowing when light shun on her eyes.

The stygian darkness was just as clear as day to her. She could see every drop, every plant in a shadowed area and just about every small insect that crawled and scattered away from the presence of the humanoid giants.

She got to her feet, ready to give the other Imperial an answer until amidst the drops of water, the rushing current, the sounds of what seemed to be large insects was a familiar sound. Music to Vera’s ears, yet nothing pleasant about it in this case.

An arrow ready to be fired. Aravi didn’t have any arrows ready, nor did anyone in the group carry bows. Vera’s ears turned her head over the other side of the river where she spotted a gangrel-looking creature hunched down that was pale as the snow and without clothes. It wasn’t its monstrous face or the lack of any normal eyes . . . but rather the fact that it was pointing an arrow.

At her.

Damn Vera murmured.

She reached for an arrow but was interrupted by a heavy shove.

“Move!"

Vera fell over, as did the arrow that nearly missed her. The next occurance happened like a blur but Vera registered it all as she jumped to her feet with surprising speed. Kayla jumped in to save Darnand from another arrow, one that found its unintended mark.

All she saw was Kayla standing there, a look of confusion on her face. But it wasn’t as shocking as the arrowhead sticking out from her chest.

This isn’t good, Vera thought.

Salyan thought the same and acted upon it. From her own instrumental tool that Vera now realized was a weapon, the bard sent out a jolt of magicka toward the two creatures and in a blink they were not upon the group but upon each other in a frenzy.

Aravi took one out. The other was also hit. Its death unconfirmed.

The khajiit asked a question and Vera’s ears made her nod.

“Yes,” she said bluntly. “I hear them.”

The shouts from her comrades and the two fighting Falmer, as well as the smell of fresh food, was all leading them to their location.

Vera prepared her arrow and turned to the scurrying sounds of insects. They were the size of large dogs . . . dogs with six legs, mandibles and a body almost like that of a centipede.

They were both disgusting looking and deadly up person. Vera would never understand why her and Lycus enjoyed the meat so much . . .

Vera looked over the edge where Kayla had fallen and she considered diving in the water or climbing down to rescue her. But with the Charrus on the way, she didn’t make it an option.

Better to have one fallen ally than two more. Kayla’s fall was regrettable and even though she wasn’t sure if she survived or not it was still unfortunate. She was a gifted fighter and one extra arm is always better.

Yet, she welcomed the challenge. After all, this is what she’s being paid for. No one said it was going to be easy.