@mALX: The people that attacked killed Thonar’s wife first before Aravi got down there. Aravi wanted to kill him when he said he was having the Forsworn kill people for him. Everything was his fault. Since she couldn’t kill him, she had to settle for taking her claws to him.
Who’s selling what? Thanks mALX!
@Acadian: Going wolfy isn’t even on the table inside of a city, she’d be killed and so would Kharjo. I hope a trip to the mine isn’t in order. Thanks Acadian!
@SubRosa: I’m sure the Imps want that mine!
Aravi’s more effective with words than she was in Cyrodiil. Thonar is scum and Aravi let him know it! Thanks SubRosa!
@Grits: No kidding on the beds!

No nothing was bought at the stall.
Oh no, Rhiada was Eltrys’ wife?

I didn’t think I could hate the Silverbloods anymore than I already do. Thonar really deserved Aravi’s claws. Thanks Grits!
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Aravi’s eyes sparkled at the treasure before her. Her ears perked forward in excitement and her tail twitched with nervous energy. Her heart beat a little faster. She had searched for so long, and here it is, lying upon a table at Ghorza gra-Bagol’s smithy.
An ebony long sword.Aravi heard the smith’s rough chuckle behind her. She glanced back and saw a very pleased looking Orc woman. Turning her head, she saw Kharjo was close to laughter. Her face burned, knowing that they were enjoying her goofy behavior, but she was too thrilled to care.
The black metal was as much a work of art as it was a weapon. The graceful curve of the blade was both beautiful and deadly in shape. The tip was sharp for stabbing and the curved blade ideal for slashing. The blade was thin enough to slip in between a couple of ribs easily and strong enough to hack through armor. It was decorated with exquisite golden swirl designs. Someone took pride in making this weapon.
She turned to Kharjo, trying and failing to not smile. “I
do need a new sword after that meeting with the Blades.”
Kharjo started laughing and said, “This one knew you would buy as soon as you laid eyes on it. The look on your face!”
Smiling, Aravi turned to the Orc. “May I?” she asked, reaching tentatively for the sword, tail swishing behind her.
With the Orc’s approval, Aravi lifted the black blade and could tell immediately that this was an excellent sword. After a few swings, excited energy built up in her and she craved more.
I’m going to really test this sword! She selected her glass short sword as her other weapon.
The familiar with the unknown. After moving to an open platform where she can fight without worry, she started with some simple swings. She built up to more complex maneuvers, getting a feel for the heavier and longer weapon.
She started to imagine an opponent. At first she only imagined a shadow, just giving her something to focus on. As she fought with it, it started to get more shape and detail. She stopped her practice and watched as the shadow resolved into another Khajiit with disturbing clarity.
Her fur bristled. The other Khajiit looked like herself, except it wasn’t.
You are dead. The beast took you. The demon, the fragment of a vampire that lived inside of her for so long, showed its fangs in a perverted imitation of a smile. Its molten eyes bored into her, and Aravi wanted nothing more than to cut its head off. The world around them disappeared, leaving only the platform and the two of them. Everything else was the blackness of the void. Swords appeared in its hands.
From far off she heard Kharjo call out to her. “Is something wrong?”
Aravi charged her vampire and attacked.
You are not here. This is not real! She fought with ferocity she didn’t know she possessed, moving faster than she had ever before. No matter how quick she was, each slash was blocked, every stab diverted. She couldn’t penetrate its defense.
Then it started fighting back, and Aravi found with alarm that she was on the defense. It was faster and stronger than she was; each blow she blocked made her arms numb. She backed away to buy time as she kept its swords from touching her skin. She was pressed to the edge of the platform, out of space and nowhere to go.
She bared her teeth in a snarl.
You are not REAL! Out of options, she steeled herself. When it swung for her head, instead of defending herself, she went for its neck. She felt her own blade tug as it sliced through her vampire’s neck just before freezing cold pain exploded across her face. The vampire’s sword caught her right cheek and disintegrated into smoke with a hiss. Aravi fell to the platform. She brought a hand to her face and felt only smooth, cold bone.
She looked up and saw the vampire levitating before her; its head floating approximately where it should have been had it been attached still. It started transforming into something even more hideous, spindly wings tore from its back. Aravi felt the werewolf within her surge from where ever it lived…
…She was under the bright sun again, laying on the platform holding her cheek. It was tingling, but she felt her fur, whiskers, and the old scar.
It wasn’t real, she told herself.
Something touched her back and sent a jolt through her. “Calm Aravi!” Kharjo stood with his hands held in front of him. “What happened?” He offered her a hand. She took it and let herself be hauled to her feet.
“Nothing.” Kharjo’s ears flattened. “I mean not here. I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok. But you are telling this one.” He eyed her warily.
“Yes, of course.”
He knows me well. A feeling of dread gripped her.
There’s no way it’s still alive. And yet there it was, more vivid than ever in a waking dream.
Is that what that was? Her instincts told her that something was happening. The world was going to get even more dangerous.
Ghorza’s presence snapped her out of contemplation, a strange look on her face. “That was some display. Now, are you going to pay for the sword?”
“Yes, of course, how much is it?” The price was high, but Aravi paid without question.
“Fight well,” Ghorza said by way of farewell. Aravi repeated the phrase and turned toward Understone Keep where Markarth’s court wizard would be.
“May you always walk on warm sands.” She heard Kharjo bid the smith farewell in the traditional Khajiiti way before catching up with her quick pace. “Where are we going?”
“I need to enchant this sword with fire. Then we go down to the warrens and find more about this murder.”
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Aravi has a new outfit!
One &
TwoJust a note, there is a belt that takes the tail slot which is why she doesn’t have one in the second screen. I’m ditching the belts since it looks like a fix isn’t as easy as it was in Oblivion.
This post has been edited by King Coin: Nov 4 2012, 05:52 PM