@Acadian: Yep, she was fine with being up high. They will find a place where everyone can join in when the shooting starts. Jerric better not be eating beans!
Lol, I actually almost chose a different picture because of Kharjo’s position relative to Aravi in that screen. She had a nicer face in this one though. Thanks Acadian!
@ghastley: Aravi didn’t care for the little extras the Forsworn have either. I am considering the version with the little pouch though.
Shriekwind Bastion, I think that was the first time I saw that particular exit as well. It would have been cool to see a matching screen!
And to answer your question, no she did not acquire a collection of shoes. Aravi almost never wears shoes. Thanks ghastly!
@DE: Home Again: Who’s to say they didn’t have a fun night?
Torchbugs make fun nightlights.

Break: Thanks! That was kind of what I was aiming for in that picture.
Big Sword: She isn’t used to the amount of strength needed to get that big piece of metal moving, so things have been interesting.
Silver city: No dip in that waterfall! She doesn’t let just anyone see her without clothing!
Glad you like the story, my writing is rough, but I very much enjoy it.

Thanks DE!
@SubRosa: As long as they were underneath her... 
They were climbing a mountain with Aravi in the lead. They definitely would have had a view lol.
Aravi isn’t especially devout, but thinking of Kyne seemed natural.
Chilly is right! I do think the Reach is a little cold for that outfit. The Rift is much better.
That is the Bloodskaal Blade, one of the more enjoyable weapons in the game. She needs that little extra kick it has too. Thanks SubRosa!
@Grits: Darnand wouldn’t just be red from exertion either!

You know, I never thought of the Forsworn using people as totems. Now that you’ve said it though, it only seems natural for them.
So glad you are enjoying this!

I thought of Lildereth in the ‘barbarian armor’ when I posted that. How funny that one armor suits a character and clearly
does not suit another.
I saw the waterfall shining in the light and knew I needed a picture of Aravi under it! Thanks Grits!
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Last time, Aravi found a good perch to observe the Forsworn and shared her findings with Darnand and Kharjo. Now they've found a place to attack from and plan...
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“Darnand, your part will be to burn their tents. They have them set up there,” she pointed with a claw, “there, and there.”
Darnand nodded. He looked at the crude structures, arraigned haphazardly in groups. Aravi watched his face, wondering if he felt any sort of remorse for these Bretons. She suspected he didn’t even think of them as having any connection with him.
Which makes sense. She had to admit to herself that she felt a twinge of regret when she killed a fellow Khajiit.
Even if they deserve it.Wind blew Darnand’s short brown hair into a mess that he didn’t seem to notice. A lock of hair stood straight up. Aravi smiled and turned to look back at the fortress.
“I cannot believe people live like this,” Darnand said. “Just look at those feeble shelters, I am surprised they still stand in this ceaseless wind. And when it rains? Those tents would not repel water; they would just get soaked and leak. The people! I would go so far to say that they all smell of the animal they pulled their bed off of. They do not seem to know how to treat hide and leather. My horse has better living arrangements at Markarth’s stable than these people. How do they bathe, I wonder? When it rains perhaps? I do not see any organized latrine either. One can only speculate how they handle that.”
“They do have a river flowing through the middle of their fort,” Kharjo pointed out.
Darnand eyes widened in horror. “I drank from that river when I was gathering alchemy ingredients!” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Aravi ignored Darnand’s fussing. “Kharjo, be careful of that area over there.” She pointed to a section set back into the cliff they stood upon. It wasn’t much lower than their position, and a talented archer would be able to shoot back from there. Magical attacks would be even easier. A long, steep flight of stairs below them appeared to be the only way to reach it. The area above it was inaccessible, much to Aravi’s displeasure. From what she could see, a waterfall from higher up the mountain formed a narrow and fast moving river over there. That in turn fell lower; creating the waterfall and river that flowed out of the fortress.
“Do either of you have a potion of cure disease?” Darnand piped up.
“When we are done here, Darnand,” Aravi replied. Her nerves were wearing thin. “When we start, I want you to summon your atronach close to those stairs.”
If something starts shooting at us from up there, I want that to get hit first. Darnand read her thoughts. “If anyone tries to shoot at us from there, they will have to deal with her first.” Darnand squinted at the river. “What is that structure over the river? It looks like an arched bridge, except it follows the river, instead of going over it.”
Aravi looked more closely, and indeed the Breton was right. It went right down the middle of the river, and followed it until it ended with the waterfall. It was as high above the water as she was tall, except where the arch was low. Then it was merely the length of one of her arms.
The prize is probably somewhere up there. Along with the hagraven. “It never occurred to this one why the plants grew so well downstream?” Kharjo directing his question to Darnand. He knew he was causing trouble and was enjoying it.
“Enough!” Aravi said before Darnand could reply. She gave Kharjo a look.
No more, or you’ll regret it. He was unperturbed, but held his tongue.
She picked up her bow. “Ready?” Kharjo and Darnand sobered immediately and nodded. She pulled the arrow so that the fletching tickled her whiskers and sighted in on an oblivious Forsworn warrior. The snap of her bowstring was drowned out by the sound of one of Darnand’s fireballs racing for the valley below.
She heard him summon his atronach and suppressed a cringe.
Focus on shooting. Darnand will be careful. She released another arrow as the Forsworns’ first arrows started shattering against the cliff face.
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An intimate momentArt by Julia!
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