
I was very pleased with the cuddle picture! I hope to perhaps get more like that in the future. Thanks Acadian!
@SubRosa: Poor Darnand!

The lighting in Road to Markarth is from a shader suit mod. It makes everything very pretty, but can challenge even a pair of gtx 670s. Thanks SubRosa!
@Grits: And I love Darnad’s fussing fits!

Everyone loves the little tail tip!

@DE: It’s a lot of fun to see what the artist comes up with when I tell her an idea.
Kharjo’s role is to hold his shield while Aravi gets around whoever is hitting him.
Lildereth would have been fun to bring along on this, but when this story started, she hadn’t quite make the trip yet. Thanks DE!
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Previously: After observing their foes from high above, Aravi, Kharjo, and Darnand began their attack on Lost Valley Redoubt.
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The initial attack went well. Darnand used his explosive fireballs to deadly effect. Kharjo’s small, fast bolts sliced through the air, claiming Forsworn one by one. Aravi’s larger and slower missiles were less effective, but took their toll on the Forsworn as well. Their height advantage, along with the unrelenting wind kept the three of them from harm.
When there were no more in the lower part of the fort, they carefully descended the steep cliff face. Aravi arrived first. Her feline agility and light armor allowed her to safely take jumps the other two did not dare. Her fingers and toes allowed her better grip on the cool, rough stone.
Darnand made it down last, almost exhausted. Kharjo was tired, but was still in fighting condition. Darnand drank a potion, and his breathing subsided. Sweat still ran down his face.
Aravi looked up. Above them was the final section of the fortress, the one they could not get to on the cliffs. A steep flight of stone stairs was the only way.
“Whatever is up there will be expecting us. We will have to be fast. We do not have the element of surprise anymore, and there will probably be more than just a hagraven,” Aravi told them while they caught their breath. “I’m expecting magical attacks. Ready?”
The two were panting, but nodded. Her eyes locked with Darnand’s briefly. He was determined. This is the closest he’s been to freeing his friend, and he was going to see this through. His birth sign flitted through her mind. The Apprentice. He will be vulnerable. Aravi nodded to them and started climbing stairs. She called her ward spell to her hand as she took the stairs faster and faster.
Aravi pushed herself to the last step. Blood, adrenaline, and magicka pumped through her veins. The glowing blue light emanating from her palm brightened when she poured her magicka into the spell. At first it did nothing. Then suddenly it expanded into a disc wider than her body. The protective spell would push physical weapons away from her, but it was best at countering hostile spells.
The magical shield used a tremendous amount of her limited energy. She knew she could not maintain it for even a minute. She would have to be fast.
The ward distorted her vision. She could make out the odd bridge-like structure Darnand noted earlier, the ramp she needed to take, and seven shapes on the bridge.
Her shield blinked and something crashed into her breast plate. She didn’t feel any pain so she kept sprinting. A hollow crash sounded on Kharjo’s shield behind her. Arrows. I was hit by an arrow?
Kharjo’s crossbow sounded and one of the shapes dropped. Six.
Her feet touched the stonework of the ramp and she readied her sword. A forsworn archer was readying her bow just a few long paces away. If the archer released, her ward wouldn’t be able to push it away, and her armor wouldn’t defect the sharp stone arrow at this close range.
Pain exploded beneath Aravi’s foot, just as she placed it forward. It did not support the weight she needed it to. She fell forward, her ward spent, right in front of a forsworn archer.
She rolled to the side and felt the arrowhead shatter on the stone next to her. Momentum carried her over the edge and into the water below.
Ice cold water tore the air from her lungs when she hit. An involuntary breath brought in only water. She struggled for the surface in her Elven armor. The waterlogged armor felt like it weighed more than steel. She struggled in vain to swim to the surface.
Her fingers brushed stone and she latched onto it with all of her might. Her body was pulled down stream, but she kept hold. She pulled herself up, climbing the stone upwards towards the light.
She broke the surface and threw herself over the rock, coughing up water. After a moment she wondered, Why haven’t I been shot?
“Aravi!”
She turned her head at the sound of her name. She saw a fiery red portal, reminiscent of the Oblivion gates of legend.
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Barbarian Khajiit
Overlooking the Reach
Don’t like the water?
Spot the Khajiit!