Aravi in Skyrim, her video story Options

[SubRosa]

How nice to see a dragon flying around that isn't going to attack for a change.

Aravi's buying a horse! Too bad you cannot get one for Kharjo.

I see Tullius is his usual sarcastic self. At least Aravi did not have to fight her way out of the Castle!

Fun pics! Like Grits, said, while the ones with the battle against Durny were neat, the two dragon battles were the coolest.

Magnus Climbing the Mountains was another wonderful study in color.

She was mortified when she learned that she and Kharjo weren’t as quiet as she had thought they were in their room at night.
Doh!

What a welcome surprise from Darnand! Neat pics by Julienya again. Now I see where your new avatar came from too!

[Grits]

The steady clack of heavy boots on the road behind her let her know where Kharjo was.

What a great detail. It puts me right in the scene and also connects with my own game memories of road trips with a partner, listening to where they are by their footsteps.

Kharjo took that opportunity to tease her as they ate, and nearly everything he said had sexual overtones.

Kharjo’s bawdy humor really suits him! This is the guy who advises against mixing strong drink and gambling, so you know he has some stories. Also it is very reassuring that he has no problem embarrassing the heck out of Aravi. He does not have to walk on eggshells around her, afraid of making a mistake.

Aravi smiled wickedly to herself. Revenge.

And then Aravi shows her humor with the plan to spike the big guy’s drink! I just love the depth these written parts give to your characters.

I am SO delighted to see Darnand in Aravi’s world! I love that you put in Jerric’s flower harvesting lesson from the very first chapter. And his very literal answers had me rolling. Plus, the dagger! Oh Darnand.

But it’s Kharjo’s reaction that made me laugh the most. His face in Julienya’s illustration was just priceless! He went from ready to shoot to shocked by his woman being hugged off her feet to the very polite “Khajiit greets you friend” without hesitation, taking his cues from Aravi. I thought that was a great display of their trust and partnership.

That screen shot is so beautiful. And Julienya’s awesome drawing makes me grin until it hurts! Darnand is so relieved to see a friendly face, and Kharjo’s expression is hilarious! I really enjoyed this, KC!

[King Coin]

@Elisabeth: Collaborations are so much fun! And yes, Darnand is awesome. Thanks!

@Acadian: Kharjo’s dialogue is fun to write because it is so different. Aravi’s definitely more cheerful in this episode than normal.

I was worried I would have problems capturing Darnand, but once I started writing it just came. Grits has done a wonderful job letting us get to know him.

Julienya did a beautiful job, and I am very glad I bugged her to draw that scene. Thanks Acadian!

@mALX: Yes, all she has to do is summon him into the world to learn the next word. Aravi hasn’t used the word, but I believe they absorb health, stamina, and magicka. If they die under the effect I believe they become a zombie. Not entirely sure. Not Aravi’s favorite shout.

Everybody is in a good mood.

You will see what will happen to Kharjo but I assure you it is not harmful. Her soul is back to normal, she has healed by this time. Thanks mALX!

@Mustard: This one is meant to be cheerful, so I’m glad you found it fun. Once I knew what would happen I made sure I bugged the artist until she relented and drew that scene. Thanks Colonel!

@DE: Kharjo spent time gambling in the Imperial City, so he’s been around. It seemed natural for him to antagonize Aravi a bit with his humor.

You’ll have to talk to Grits, but I’m just ignoring timeline issues. Thanks DE!

@SubRosa: There are a couple of dragons available in game, Durn is one.

I do wish Kharjo could have a horse as well, however the mods that allow it look more involved than I would want to get into.

The dragon battle screen is the other dragon you can eventually summon. It’s the one breathing fire.

And I saw your comment on my avatar in your thread. Thank you very much!

@Grits: I do the same in my game. His heavy armor makes it easy to know where he is without looking.

I thought those joke would suit him. He knows Aravi can take some teasing. She can’t be serious all the time.

I am so pleased you enjoyed Darnand’s part. He came very naturally when I set to writing him, which I attribute to your skill. Glad you liked the illustrations too! Thanks Grits!

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Kharjo kept to himself as they walked the final leg to Rorikstead. The mage walked just ahead of him, abreast with Aravi. Kharjo kept his eyes moving, knowing that Aravi wouldn’t be keeping a careful watch while she was focused on the Breton. He didn’t know what to think of this unexpected companion. He does not look like much to this one. Darnand had a thin frame below those robes. And despite lifting Aravi in the air, his arms were skinny. The heaviest thing he regularly lifts is that bag of books, Kharjo speculated. He knew better than to dismiss the mage however. Kharjo can look at a warrior and gauge them by their equipment and how they carry themselves. Mages were different to him; their powers and talents were hidden from view. Aravi trusts him, and she is a good judge of people. He listened as they talked.

“Tell me what happened to Jerric. I’ll help you if I can, but I can’t break someone out of jail,” Aravi said.

By the moons Khajiit is glad of that. Like many Khajiit that come from Elsweyr, Kharjo found out that other people have a different view of personal property. This one would not like to end up in prison again.

“Yes of course I would not ask you to do something like that,” Darnand replied.

Kharjo saw Aravi’s ears flick. She does not quite believe that.

Kharjo listened to Darnand’s smooth tenor as he described the problem he was facing.

“You need help getting this shield for the jarl,” Aravi said. Darnand’s head bobbed as he nodded.

Aravi looked back at Kharjo, the question in her eyes. She wants to help. He shrugged his shoulders. What is another stinking cave?

“Ok. We’ll help you. Where is it?”

The relief could be heard in Darnand’s voice. “It is called Lost Valley Redoubt. The road to Markarth goes right past it, if you take the fork just east of Rorikstead.”

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Kharjo sat across from Darnand in the far corner of the inn where the locals wouldn’t bother them much. Aravi went to the counter to get them some drinks.

Kharjo watched as the Breton carefully swept the tabletop with his hands. Then he produced a map, unfolded it, and started studying it. There were several different markings on it that Kharjo could guess at what they represented.

“This one was wondering how you met Aravi,” Kharjo asked. He wasn’t sure what else to do while they waited.

Darnand didn’t look up from his map when he answered. “I met her in Cyrodiil. Jerric, Lildereth, and I, were investigating some disappearances at a village when we met by chance.”

“Lildereth scared me when she sneaked behind me inside that fort,” Aravi remarked. “Is she around?” Aravi joined them at the table, placing a mug in front of each of them.

Darnand looked up from his map. “No she is not.”

“Where is she?”

“She is in Cyrodiil.”

“She didn’t come with you two? What is she doing?”

“No she did not. I… ah, do not really know.” Darnand looked a little uncomfortable.

The table was silent for a moment. Kharjo took a drink of his mead. Whoa. That was stronger than he thought it would be. He blinked and looked at his mug. “You have to tell this one what happened at the fort.”

Aravi began. “I was sent to check a ruin that was known to have hosted a nest of vampires before. When I got there I found it in use. I also met Darnand, Jerric, and Lildereth. It was the first time I had worked with a group that big, and nearly the last.” She looked at Darnand pointedly who reddened slightly.

“That was not my greatest showing,” he agreed.

“What does that mean?” Kharjo asked. He was beginning to feel a little dizzy. How strong is this mead? Darnand looked completely fine, despite drinking roughly the same amount. This disturbed Kharjo a little, considering Darnand’s size compared to his.

“My conjured daedra got out of hand.”

For such a mild statement, Kharjo had an idea that it was a lot worse than this Breton let it appear.

“Did you get us the same drink?” Kharjo asked Aravi, no longer able to contain his thoughts.

“I got you and Darnand some mead, sorry Darnand I hope that was ok. I didn’t know what to get you. I also got us some stew that should be ready soon. It looked good now that Erik is out being an adventurer.” Erik, the innkeeper’s son, was a poor cook. That didn’t stop his father from having him do it all.

With that, Darnand started folding up his map. He did it quickly, like it was a familiar action. Kharjo usually had to fold and refold a map several times, or more often just folded it against the creases.

“I usually prefer wine, but this mead is delightful. It is a far cry from the ales Jerric drinks. Thank you.”

“What did you get to drink?” Kharjo asked Aravi.

“I just got some milk.” She took a sip, looking at him.

“Did they fill mine and Darnand’s from the same cask?”

“Yes. Is there something wrong with your drink?”

YES. “No, it is just stronger than this one expected.”

Aravi looked at Darnand. “Is yours strong?”

“Maybe a little.” He looked at Kharjo uncertainly.

Kharjo was starting to feel embarrassed. Khajiit will finish this drink and pass on any others, he decided. He was getting doubts that he would be able to finish this one however.

“So, is there anything you can tell us about this Forsworn camp?”

Kharjo was relieved that the attention was off of him for the moment. He listened to Darnand describe the Forsworn camp with growing anxiety. What did we get dragged into? It sounds like a fortress! By the end, Darnand looked pale.

“There is a hagraven somewhere in there as well,” Darnand concluded nervously.

The table was silent a moment. Kharjo was doing his best to not sway in his seat.

Aravi asked, “How far away is it?”

“A few hours walking distance. We could potentially be there before nightfall if we left soon.”

“I don’t want to do that. I want to see the fortress in good light before we attack. We’ll stay here for the rest of the day and leave in the morning.”

Kharjo saw them both glance at him. His face heated up, realizing they both saw him holding onto the table for dear life. By the Gods.

“That would be best,” Darnand agreed. “Would you know where I might find some alchemy equipment? I have some potions to make.”

Alchemy. Alchemy. Kharjo thought back to that morning on the road.

“It enhances the effects of other poisons. Makes them stronger than they would be on their own,” Aravi said.

Kharjo peered dubiously at the pile of green and dirt. “This one still doesn’t get what is so exciting.”

“I’ll show you sometime.”

Kharjo stood up, almost falling over in the process, and declared with a pointed finger, “You did something didn’t you!” Aravi’s innocent look confirmed his suspicions. “This one knows it!”

She fooled Darnand though, “I think it is time to get you a room.” He stood up and cast a fortification spell before moving to Kharjo. “Come on.”

“She did something!” Kharjo whined weakly as he was led away from the table. The floorboards suddenly rushed up to meet his nose, but a strong grip on his shoulder helped him stay upright. Kharjo blinked and looked at the slim Breton now holding him steady. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hug or hit the man. He settled on remaining upright as he was led to a bed.

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Aravi allowed the grin to spill over her face. She discreetly watched Kharjo’s reaction with each drink he took and towards the end it was a losing battle to keep it from her features. Darnand was expertly guiding Kharjo to his room now. A few of the town’s folk laughed at the sight of a slight Breton leading a large and drunk Khajiit warrior. A serving girl in her early-teens appeared with three bowls of stew, looking confused. “You ordered three bowls?”

“Yes, just leave them here.”

The girl placed all three bowls in front of Aravi and turned to leave, saying, “You cats sure eat a lot.”

There will be a rumor about Khajiit and their appetites soon.

Darnand returned after a few minutes. “He is settled in bed and resting, I got him some water and a bucket should he need it. I encouraged him to sleep with a mild potion.” Aravi started laughing more. Darnand got a quizzical look on his face. “That is what I do with Jerric sometimes to keep him in bed, forgive me if that was not all right.”

“We’re not going anywhere for the rest of the day then,” Aravi said.

“Is he normally that sensitive to the effects of drinks and potions?” Aravi could tell he thought something was off. He lifted his drink to his lips.

“Oh no, I put something in his drink before I brought it over.”

Darnand’s eyes flew wide and he started coughing. He set his drink down. “You mean he was right? Why?”

“Just getting even with him for something he did earlier.” Aravi’s tail twitched.

“Did you put anything in mine?” Danand asked nervously.

“Would I have a reason to?” she asked with a threatening smile. Aravi couldn’t help but make him squirm a little. She was having too much fun now.

“Um… well that incident in the clearing with your tail… Aravi please just tell me.” His face paled.

Aravi chuckled again. Should I let him off the hook? He actually looks very worried. “I didn’t do anything to your drink. Here have some stew before it gets cold.”

Darnand eyed the bowls suspiciously. Aravi’s stomach was sore from laughing. “Oh Darnand, here I’ll let you choose which bowl you want.” She lined them up in a row.

Sweat dotted his forehead. Aravi heard his stomach growl, but he could not choose a bowl. “Aravi! I cannot choose knowing I may doom myself with the poisoned bowl!”

“I didn’t tamper with any of them,” Aravi said. “I promise.” The mirth in her voice didn’t help her credibility. Darnand gave her a look that said he didn’t quite believe her. “Do you want me to taste all of them?” she offered.

“No that is quite alright.” He bravely selected a bowl, the farthest one from him, and took a bite. He looked as if he had condemned himself.

Aravi selected her own bowl and started eating as well. Should I say something? No, I think that’s enough for today. “You may have the other bowl as well if you wish.”

Darnand was feeling more confident as he ate. He eyed the other bowl hungrily. “Is that one not for Kharjo?”

“It’ll be cold long before we see him again. Go ahead and eat it, I’ll get something fresh for him when he wakes up.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes.

“How long have you known Kharjo? How did you meet?” Darnand asked in between bites. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Aravi waited to finish chewing. “We met a little over a year ago. I met his caravan on the road in between Windhelm and Dawnstar. That area is full of bandits and I asked one of the guards if he had any problems with attacks. The guard said that he had an amulet stolen. I decided to get it back for him.”

“This was Kharjo?”

“Yes.”

“You recovered this amulet for, at the time, a total stranger?”

Aravi blushed a little. “Yes I did. I know it sounds silly but I wanted to help. After I brought it back, Kharjo was delighted and offered to travel with me. We’ve been together since.”

Aravi was glad Darnand was here. Coming to Skyrim, she didn’t expect to see anyone she knew from Cyrodiil again. It was comforting to see someone familiar, especially Darnand.

She was curious about Darnand, she wanted to know if he cared for anyone the way she cared about Kharjo. She didn’t feel comfortable asking something that personal however. She wanted news of Lildereth, but he didn’t seem to know anything. “How is Jerric now?” Aravi asked.

“I assume you mean before he was thrown in prison. Jerric is, I daresay, Jerric as usual. Stubborn, drinks too much, brawls too often. He makes inappropriate jests, tells far too much of the truth, and risks our necks on a daily basis. He braids my quills into his hair and uses my ink for warpaint. My quills and ink! Quills do not grow on trees, you know.”

No, thought Aravi, smiling to herself. They grow on geese.

“His frost spells are loud enough to start an avalanche,” Darnand continued. “Despite the advancements in alchemy apparatus his potions would still choke a horker. And when he is not under a skirt, you can be certain that he is trying to get there.” The Breton pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wonder how he fares in the mine. They would not allow me to see him.”

I would swear they were brothers had Darnand been a Nord or Jerric a Breton. “If I didn’t know better, I would think that you were trying to get under my skirt.”

Darnand looked puzzled. “What would give you that idea?”

“We didn’t even know each other for a day before you grabbed my rear, then today with that hug…”

“That was an accident! Jerric pushed me and I tripped! I would never presume to do such a thing.”

“Suuuure,” Aravi said, drawing out the word. “What about the hug?”

“I was happy to see you.”

Aravi laughed. “You aren’t helping your case!”

Darnand saw his mistake. He began sputtering but Aravi interrupted, “I’m just teasing Darnand. I was happy to see you too.”

He relaxed. “When I accidentally seized the base of your tail, I believe you hit me on the back of my head.”

Aravi remembered. “Yes, sorry. You kind of surprised me. I think I bruised my hand…”

“I was told you handled the vampires much more… calmly than you did the spider daedra.”

“I really, really do not like spiders.” She shuddered at the memory of the daedric monstrosity. Nothing needs that many legs.

Darnand looked above her and squinted. “Perhaps you should be made aware that-“

She was out of her seat before he finished. “Where??” She looked up and saw nothing. “Is it on me?” She looked at Darnand, only to see a satisfied smile.

She sat back down and glared at the Breton. “Spiders are no laughing matter.”

“I think I do see why Jerric enjoys his ridiculous pranks.” Darnand leaned back in his seat. “He cheats at dice too. There is no way someone can be that lucky. The statistics are too improbable.” His mind was wandering. Then his eyes settled on Aravi. “Are you brushing your hair?”

Aravi put her hand back on the table. “I feel crawly now, no thanks to you.”

“What do you do when those frostbite spiders are around?”

“I shoot them. Kharjo squishes them.” Her hiss was as venomous as the spider’s bite. She shivered again. Now I wish Kharjo wasn’t in bed. Leave it to Darnand to sour my revenge.

Her ears perked back up. “What happened after we went our separate ways? Tell me everything.”

“Everything? It is a long tale, even without the proper embellishments,” Darnand warned.

Aravi glanced towards Kharjo’s door. “We’ve got time.” She leaned forward to better hear as Darnand began speaking of Cyrodiil.

This post has been edited by King Coin: Mar 28 2013, 07:05 PM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Poor Kharjo! Most guys are gross with their humor. They're bragging lol. I hope Lildreth is doing alright.

I love when you write about Aravi.

[Acadian]

I like how you brought out how Aravi and Darnand met, even as we see her liquid prank beginning to play out on Kharjo. So the big cat ends up doubly sedated in bed for the day. When he gets up, I wonder if he will prolong the pranking by accusing Aravi and Darnand of getting him out of the way so they could be alone? I’ll bet he could get Aravi spun up over that!

Then we have a POV change to Aravi. This might have been an excellent point to break this delightful, but long, episode into two. I loved how Darnand fooled Aravi into thinking a spider was above her head and hearing snips of the news regarding Jerric and Lildereth. Braiding quills into his hair!

I applaud you and Grits for cheerfully ignoring the preposterous two century penalty for walking across the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. Did the devs learn nothing from watching characters move seamlessly back and forth between Cyrodiil and Morrowind?

Your skill with prose and editing are excellent. I do have some questions/comments though for your consideration:
“You need help getting this shield for the jarl,” Aravi said. Darnand’s head bobbed as he nodded. ’
Bobbing and nodding seem redundant here. Perhaps either: ‘Darnand’s bobbing head confirmed Aravi’s statement.’ Or, ‘Darnand nodded his reply.’

“It is called Lost Valley Redoubt. The road to Markarth goes right passed it, if you take the fork just east of Rorikstead.”
I recommend past vs passed here. Passed is the past participle of pass; the verb here is ‘goes’. Past, however, can be used as a perfectly good adverb here to amplify goes. Had you said ‘You passed (verb) it as you walked past (adverb) Markarth, you would have been grammatically correct (albeit redundant). Lol. More info on the subject, which is admittedly a bit confusing: http://www.dailywritingtips.com/passed-vs-past/

“There is a hargraven somewhere in there as well,”
Is it hargraven or hagraven?

[mALX]

Mages were different to him; their powers and talents were hidden from view.

Great line!

Kharjo's watchfulness was fascinating!

I wonder what is going on with Lildereth? Oh dear, now I'm worried for her!

Aravi accusing Darnand of coming on to her? ROFL! Poor Darnand is too shy to even come on to Abiene, who he loves! That was funny!

Poor Kharjo, I wonder if he'll break friendship with Aravi for this? Maybe not, guys are always punching each other in the nuts as a joke, so their senses of humor are a lot different than women's. Me - I can't see the humor in it. Kharjo is a friend who trusts Aravi. Drugging him unsuspecting and then lying to him about it - to me that is a breach of trust, and kind of extreme retribution for the light teasing he gave her. Had he pulled a mean prank on her - geez, after this he'd better go into hiding, lol.

Aravi's personality was always quiet and protective. These last two written parts she has undergone a change, I thought it was from the Soul Cairn. Sorry about misunderstanding that.

Long, but an Awesome Write!




This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 28 2013, 03:39 PM

[SubRosa]

I liked Kharjo's thoughts on Darnand as the story opened. Including his musings on personal property!

Kharjo took a drink of his mead. Whoa. That was stronger than he thought it would be.
Uh oh, methinks this is payback!

It looked good now that Erik is out being an adventurer.


Aravi is a milkdrinker!

No, thought Aravi, smiling to herself.They grow on geese.
I was thinking that too! Oh, and you missed a space after the period between sentences.

[Grits]

“Tell me what happened to Jerric. I’ll help you if I can, but I can’t break someone out of jail,” Aravi said.

By the moons Khajiit is glad of that.

Kharjo’s thoughts had me rolling throughout. He started off confident with What is another stinking cave? and then ended up at What did we get dragged into? It sounds like a fortress! while holding on to the table! I loved his assessment of mage-bodied Darnand as well as his thoughts about not underestimating mages.

“Did you put anything in mine?” Darnand asked nervously.

Poor Darnand is so used to Jerric’s shenanigans he probably cast a few Cure Everything spells on himself as soon as he could! Hopefully he won’t try out his hangover remedy on Kharjo.

She was out of her seat before he finished. “Where??”

That was awesome. I love how they settled in for a chat after Darnand devoured two bowls of stew. He wouldn’t have eaten in recent memory without someone to put food in front of him.

This was great fun, KC!

I particularly love the part where Aravi talks about wanting to help a stranger, Kharjo. That’s the same kindness that made Darnand so glad to see her that he hugged her off her feet in relief. Not just a familiar face, but someone who could and probably would really help him.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Darnand is awesome in both fics. His mannerisms just tickle me.

[Darkness Eternal]

Kharjo gambled too? Haha. Careful! Stuff like that could get him into slavery

So we're off to Lost Valley Redout! I enjoyed the conversation they both had and it ties in with what is currenly happening in Grit's story! This was a pretty interesting thing here. I loved it! Cameos and crossovers are among my favorite things in stories.

Kharjo seems like he can't get a hold of his drink here. Should've stayed with argonian ale and some skooma, there, pal. Maybe next time! This chapter was packed with humor. From quill not coming from geese and Khajiiti food to Darnarnd's lovable character to Aravi's comment about spiders and their unescessary number of legs. It is quite refreshing to see a chapter dedicated to simple humor and heart-warming chit-chat now and then. Good update, King Coin! Looking forward for more adventures with Aravi, Darnard and Kharjo! (Maybe in the next chapter Kharjo can squish some spiders!)

[King Coin]

@Elisabeth: Thanks! I enjoy writing about her; it lets me share things that I normally can’t.

@Acadian: First of all, my brain has been inserting that extra ‘r’ in hagraven for well over a year now!

When I was originally posting I thought that a break at the POV change would leave the scene feeling incomplete. I am tending to agree with you now that it may have been better to break there.

I’ll bet he could get Aravi spun up over that!
I bet he could get Aravi and Darnand both with that! Thanks Acadian!

@mALX: Grits isn’t telling anything about Lil!

Aravi’s just teasing Darnand; she knows he isn’t doing that.

Sorry you didn’t like the chapter. It was meant to be funny. I thought it would be funny getting Kharjo drunk, I didn’t intend for it to come across as a ‘drugging.’ Thanks for reading anyways.

@SubRosa: She’s a milkdrinker! After hearing that so much in the game I could not resist.

I have to give credit to Grits for that wonderful line about the geese. I asked her for a good rant for Darnand and she provided, and more! Thanks SubRosa!

@Grits: Kharjo was so much fun to write in this.

I wonder if Aravi got this idea from her experience with Jerric.

Glad you liked this one Grits! I have to admit, Darnand was a little easier to write after Kharjo went to bed. Thank you!

@DE: Yep, if you talk to Kharjo, you learn that he did quite a bit of gambling and drinking in the Imperial City and ended up in prison.

Glad you liked this one! Aravi’s been pretty miserable for a while and it was a nice change to write her happy and joking with friends.

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I don’t have the next part written yet unfortunately. Last week was extremely busy. I’m not sure when I’ll get it done either. Hopefully within a week. That’s what I’m shooting for anyways. We’ll see how it goes. For now, here are some screen shots.

Talos

Golden

On top of the world

Lost Vale

Traveling at night

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Traveling at night is my faaaave.

[SubRosa]

Talos guide you my friend. I know that shrine! Amaterasu found that one. Its by that big outdoor nordic ruin in the Rift.

Golden really brings out the color!

Don't fall from up there Aravi! Good thing she has a natural fur coat, otherwise she might get cold up there...

Lost Vale is neat, as always. What sort of hood is that Serana is wearing? I looks like fur.

Traveling at night is really neat. Aravi's sword is right in line with her tail!

[Acadian]

Thanks for the fabulous ‘Ravi screens!

- Poor Talos. Has to hide up in the mountains.
- Golden is a gorgeous shot of Aravi!
- On top of the world – I see Aravi has learned how to embrace a warm rain.
- Lost vale shows off Aravi’s elven armor nicely. Is that Serana with her? Oh nevermind, I see SubRosa says it is.
- Traveling at night. Wow, what a sky! And the snow leopard can’t hide her spots!

[mALX]

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These have to be some of the best screens you've ever grouped together! Talos was eerie with the camera peeking through the rocks that way - I never saw that in Skyrim! Golden was great for color and Aravi's expression. In Lost Vale Aravi's pose is outstalnding, love the colors, and always love the Aurora. But my absolute favorite - possibly of all time = On Top of the World - that was stunning !!!! I LOVED it !!! Wonderful update, I'm so glad you gave us these to look at!

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[Grits]

Yay, screens!

Neat view of a giant shrine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one.

Golden is such a beautiful picture with the light on Aravi and those leaves. And what a gorgeous spot! Hmm, isn’t that the Alchemist’s Shack? I wonder, does Kharjo have a happy face in that picture as well?

On top of the world is my favorite. It’s a Kharjo’s eye view. Like Acadian said, Aravi has embraced the rain and seems to have made Skyrim her own in that picture. I just love it.

I love the subtle colors in Lost Vale. It’s a great contrast to Traveling at night, where the brilliant colors are all in the sky. Also the vale one is such a calm pose while Night has so much energy. How neat that you put the two of these together.

[Darkness Eternal]

The statue of Talos is a sight to behold. I was never a fan of Tiber Septim but that stance of him standing over the serpent is pretty cool.

Golden Aravi is golden. The fact that she's in the fall forest makes it all the better! Is that Kharjo in the backround?

Now this I like. Wallpaper material. The rainy weather and Aravi's pose makes this shot epic!

Serana. What the hell are you wearing?

Traveling at night is a wonderful one. Dat Sky!

[mALX]

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Maxical

Happy Birthday Aravi! Hope you have a wonderful Birthday!

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[Grits]

Happy Birthday, Aravi! We're raising a glass (and tankard) and wishing you many more.

Your friends,

[King Coin]

Hello everyone! I am back and so is Aravi. I’ll get caught up in all of your stories before I make another post, but I could not resist putting up some screen shots to celebrate the end of a nasty semester. Sorry to leave you all and especially Grits hanging on the written chapters I just kind of disappeared midway through.

@Elisabeth: Skyrim’s skies are beautiful. Thanks!

@SubRosa: That Talos shrine is easily my favorite. It’s in such a neat location.

Heh, I’m sure you’re right. Wouldn’t want her getting chilly wearing that, with Kharjo around.

Serana is wearing a fur hood. A mod that makes NPCs wear hoods in appropriate weather did that. It supposedly doesn’t add hoods if an NPC already has one.

I noticed her sword! Looks funny doesn’t it? Thanks SubRosa!

@Acadian: I’m sure Talos won’t have to be up there for very long. He did find a cool spot though.

Golden is a favorite. Glad you like it.

Or else she didn’t get a chance to through something on before a cool rain! Generally she likes the rain though. Thanks Acadian!

@mALX: Thanks for Aravi’s birthday wish!

Wow, I didn’t think on top of the world was that great, but I’m glad you like it! I just wanted a shot of Aravi on a high perch overlooking the land.

Like you, I thought golden showed her mood perfectly. Thanks mALX!

@Grits: Thanks for the birthday wishes!

You’ve been very close to that shrine then. I think it’s next to the shack where you find the circlet of the savant.

Yep, the alchemist shack! It’s a nice stopping place on the road. Kharjo does have a happy face. Why that is, I’ll let you decide.

A Kharjo view! Yes it is, and I wasn’t even thinking along those lines when I took it. Perhaps that’s why it appeals so much.

The Vale is so pretty, I wish I had taken more screens of Aravi when there. Thanks Grits!

@DE: I’m of the same opinion. His statue looks pretty cool, but I’m not a huge fan of the guy.

That’s Kharjo behind her. The fall area is absolutely my favorite.

I would have preferred that screen if it was sunny and bright, but it’s still a good one. Shows how Aravi deals with the rain instead. Thanks DE!

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A few screens I've managed to take in my spare moments.

Ancient ruins

Sword and staff

Dragons

The Reach

Sun bow