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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.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Silence roared.

Energy swirled, hot and flaring, around her body as she was carried towards...what?

Darkness.

She thought her end would be bright, brighter than all of the suns and stars, burning the impurities away, scathing her body as she begun anew. Instead, she ducked and dove, tumbling, twirling, as if her body was being tossed from the hands of two giants playing catch.

She suddenly felt a tug as the white hot energy became cold and cruel, stifling her breathing. She choked, clawing at her throat as her limbs became heavy, the air thick. a quick inhale told her she wasn't breathing in air as she tried to claw her way up to the surface of the icy water. She'd never learned to swim, and never thought she'd needed to know.

Her boot hit the bottom of the underground lake, and with all of her strength, pushed up with both feet as firmly on the bottom as she could. Making her body a point, she rocketed to the surface, sputtering and choking when she broke through. The deafening roar of the waterfall covered up any sounds of her muted struggles as she struggled to keep afloat. Her armor was light, but her boots were not. Her sword was not. And bogged down with water, she sunk several times.

Determined, she finally made it to the water's edge. She pulled herself up onto the shore, her arms shaking from exertion, her gasps audible only to her. She lay on her back, shivering, gulping in air like a fish gasps for water. Too exhausted to move, she lay there, motionless, her chest rising the only movement.

She finally mustered up the will to reach for her potion bag, only to find it was gone. She briefly remembered she had set it down next to Aravi. At the memory, pain flared in her chest, and she felt along her chest for the arrow. It had pierced her lung, right below her left breast. She remembered that she had small vials tucked away in her pockets. With shaking hands, she reached into her left pocket and pulled out a vial. She tried to muster the magick to light a spell to see, but nothing came. She was too tired. she briefly tried to identify the bottle's contents by feeling the bottle, but again, nothing. With much trouble, she uncorked the vial and drank it, hoping for the best.

Luck was with her as the tissue inside her began to mend, and Kayla yanked the arrow out of her ribs. She clenched her teeth to bite off a cry of pain as she tossed the arrow aside. She was thankful there was no poison on the arrow.

She debated on moving. Out in the open, where the Falmer could "see" and she couldn't, she was vulnerable. But hiding would hinder her allies from finding her. she bit her lower lip in thought. Falmer couldn't see, but her friends could. Knowing Darnand and Aravi, they'd have spells or use their normal nighteye to see.

Taking her finger, she drew an arrow pointing in the direction she was going to head. When she went a few feet, she did the same. She continued in the manner until she hit a tunnel. Judging by the decline, it went lower. She hesitated, then turned. Her legs wobbled and gave out, and she tumbled downwards, letting out a brief cry of pain as a sharp rock bit into her thigh. She heard hisses and the unmistakable clicking of mandibles. Kayla drew her sword, panting, and lit a weak light spell. There was only one Falmer and charrus.

She would be fine.