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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]

Vera watched from a distance as Kayla took the Falmer's life. The sight only made her cringe. She's had enough of eye punctures today. But that wasn't the only important thing here.

She's not dead, Vera thought the obvious as the two females and the Breton flocked around a wounded Kayla. But not in a good condition. Looks like I'm not the only one that had my ass kicked today.

The huntress saw a bloody wrist, cold skin, the wound from the arrow and other signs that she would've been dead in a few hours if not for her efforts to live or the group's arrival to the scene. Salyan graced Kayla with a warm cloak, Aravi devoted her full attention while Darnand took the time to warm her cold skin and the narcotic of moonsugar. She's in good hands. There was no way she was going to die.

Vera stood by as they helped out Kayla. Her mind began to wander and her eyes did just the same, focusing on the small details of the cavern. She had to look anywhere else but an injured person. Though quite capable of defending herself, prospect of injury and something that seemed fragile at the moment inspired unwanted(or perhaps wanted) thoughts.

She circled around the area they were in, looking at everything and anything particular that caught her eye until she came upon the Falmer Kayla had just slain just a few feet from the group. Waiting for Kayla's allies to help her, Vera gently poked the dead creature with her boot. It didn't twitch.

It was dead as dead can be.

She bent low to inspect the strange creature before her, and tilted the knife still lodged in its eye back and forth until it squeaked. So . . . just how blind would it be if it were still alive? Twice blind?

She looked back, and Kayla was still being tended by the others. They're occupied still . . . and there's no danger around here. She turned back to the dead snow-creature, and with her index finger began making the knife dance while still in the Falmer's eye.

She sighed, shrugged and a cynical smile managed to creep in as she looked at the open-mouthed and very dead Mer. She pushed the knife again back and forth, quicker this time before stopping completely. "I know just how you feel. I've been there."

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Nov 19 2013, 08:32 PM