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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.

[Darkness Eternal]

The Falmer weren't the only thing that went down. Vera had her share of fighting winged beasts . . . beasts like imps. That was about it. Nothing prepared her to face a bunch of fast gargantuan bats that happened to fall from the ceiling as if the invisible jaws of oblivion decided to belch out these nefarious creatures.

She didn't have time to react even with her quick agility and knack for being prepared. In all her research, all of her experience in the field she had never came across them before. Everything was a blur. She heard shrieking, flapping of wings and she saw Aravi standing in one position in a moment, and then she was on the floor on the next second with a barb sticking from her chest.

Vera's heart sunk to see Aravi in that horrific situation. She seemed wounded. Hurt and in pain and that in turn made Vera feel just the same. She had a growing sense of fear amidst her concern to duck and avoid the incoming onslaught of the winged cretins and that was for Aravi's safety. Afterall, Kayla might have died and she wasn't willing to let Aravi slip into death just yet. She couldn't. How else would she get the rest of her payment? Unless Darnand was willing to bend his ass in the cave and with some unknown arcane magic, squat and produce gold, she would have risked her life for a cheap pay. And she hated cheap pays.

But the one thing she cared more about money was Lycus. Lycus wasn't around, so what's left now was her own life and that was much more important.

There were four of them fighting and just then Vera thought she saw a fourth person. If she can call a female-looking humanoid figure with a flaming body a person at all. It didn't take long for her to realize the mage summoned an atronach but it did take her long to register the force of impact that sent her reeling into the cavern wall. Her head felt light. It wasn't just the force of the hit but the fact that her helmet fell of her head.

Her bow fell from her fingers and she scrambled to retrieve it when another flap of wings came behind her after Darnand unleashed a fire spell that spread the beasts throughout the cavern. Instinctively, she rolled over to her side just as it flew over her with its tail ready to pierce her back. It missed her miraculously by just a few inches before it flapped away.

Vera rolled over again and grabbed her bow as if it was a part of her own flesh and blood. She looked to the cavern ceilings and with her vision of a predator she searched for the creatures that considered her prey. She aimed, she loosed and she felled one of the beasts.

Her victory was short-lived when more of them swept down at her. Loosing three arrows at once was impossible, so the only possible, the only logical thing to do was run. And she did. She leapt to the ground and decided that her helmet would be the best bet in protecting her. Without it, so would go unconscious if the creature so much as hit her. Or worse.

As she ran to grab it while Salyan asked for a potion, there was the force of impact once again. It felt like a boulder with wings hitting her. The pain was bearable, she's been through worse. Pain from a cut was small to one who experiences the shifting of bones and organs and the tearing of skin throughout the entire body.

The only thing unbearable as she got to her feet again with ragged breaths was that she tasted blood in her mouth and a moisture seeping from her head. She felt the blood. She smelled it. Her own infectious lycanthropic blood. But what she saw, though.

What she saw was a parted version of her own perfect vision. She saw Darnand, Aravi and Salyan but on one side. It was as if she held a hand against one eye while the other remained opened and unveiled by the hand. Except her bloody hands were struggling to even reach for her helmet and they were nowhere near her face.

Next came the physical and mental pain and the knowledge that her left eye was struck and . . . and lost part of her sight. She didn't dare touch the wound but she knew her eye was a bloody mess. She clamped her jaws and began to breath heavily. This wasn't good for her. This wasn't good at all.