Shevawna's preparations involved many things, but chief among them was retrieving a specially collected set of wood and leather, borrowing one of the cauldrons, filling it with water, assembling the whole thing into a makeshift alchemy set and throwing in whatever she could find or had collected, much to the horror of various passing Companions.
“What's she doing?” Farkas.
“Alchemy. I think. Or cooking, although gods know I'm not touching it.” Aela.
“I've seen you eat worse.” Vilkas.
“Shut up, Vilkas.” Aela again and to Shevawna's surprise, Vilkas did shut up, edging away and positioning his brother between him and Aela.
“Oh, is she doing Reach-magic? I always wanted to see Reach-magic!” Ria, and Shevawna was fairly certain the girl had no idea what Reach-magic actually involved.
“No you don't,” Aela, Farkas, Vilkas and Athis all said in unison. Clearly all people who'd gone up against the Forsworn or Hags before now, which did please Shevawna a bit. Not the attacking Forsworn bit, but the fact the experience had left them... nervous.
At length, the potions were done – healing potions, magicka boosters and restorers, magic resistance potions for which all the tundra cotton and lavender round here were just perfect, and then there were the poisons. Some very very nasty poisons. Or at least, as good as she could get at short notice. It was still pretty good though.
So with the potions done, it was just time to get armed, and Shevawna fingered her armour. This or her real set? She still felt a little self-conscious wearing it.
But Aela's armour was just as revealing and no one hassled her. And Ria was there too and Athis.
Decision made. Ten minutes later, and Shevawna was looking like a Forsworn again. Time to go kill some elves.
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An hour after sunset and they'd all gathered round the back of the hall. Eorlund's son Avulstein turned out to be about twenty-five, pale white hair, great big roketeen axe on his back and looking at her in disbelief.
“Who in Oblivion's she?” he growled.
“Son,” Eorlund said firmly, hand colliding with his son's shoulder. “Without her we wouldn't know where your brother was, and now she's going to help rescue him. Show some respect, aye?”
“Father,” Avulstein muttered, and he remained quiet thereafter.
Goodbyes were said, and then Skjor opened a door under the Skyforge, leading them out through a rock chamber and then a tunnel that laid out. Shevawna didn't have time to really look, not with Aela at her back nudging her on, but she could feel the magic in there. She didn't know what that chamber was for but you'd have to be blind not to sense the power. Or a Nord.
Then out into the countryside and north, north to find a Grey-Mane.
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The journey had been a long one, and even seeing the Druadachs in the distance hadn't helped. They'd gone off road and cut across the tundra, then into the Reach's winding mountain tracks, Shevawna scouting ahead and checking no Forsworn patrols were around. Then north again, up above the snowline and into Haafingar's remote western forest, and finally to the sea.
Shevawna had never seen the sea before, although she'd heard of it, the endless water that held the world in its arms. It was an awe-inspiring if frightening sight, although her awe was tempered by it being so damn cold.
“Perhaps you should have worn more clothes,” Vilkas snapped, and he immediately regretted that as every woman in the party turned to glare at him, and the men ran on as if nothing had happened, even his own brother who wasn't scared of a lot... apart from spiders and Aela.
“You shouldn't be looking, Nord,” Shevawna snapped, turning her back on him and running after Athis, while Ria took care to position herself between Shevawna and Vilkas, and Aela ran alongside Vilkas cheerfully pointing out that under the circumstances, wasn't commenting on Shevawna's outfits a little unwise?
Vilkas took the hint and shut up.
Finally Northwatch Keep loomed up in the distance, and all eight of them dropped behind a rock to survey the scene.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 4.7
“What's she doing?” Farkas.
“Alchemy. I think. Or cooking, although gods know I'm not touching it.” Aela.
“I've seen you eat worse.” Vilkas.
“Shut up, Vilkas.” Aela again and to Shevawna's surprise, Vilkas did shut up, edging away and positioning his brother between him and Aela.
“Oh, is she doing Reach-magic? I always wanted to see Reach-magic!” Ria, and Shevawna was fairly certain the girl had no idea what Reach-magic actually involved.
“No you don't,” Aela, Farkas, Vilkas and Athis all said in unison. Clearly all people who'd gone up against the Forsworn or Hags before now, which did please Shevawna a bit. Not the attacking Forsworn bit, but the fact the experience had left them... nervous.
At length, the potions were done – healing potions, magicka boosters and restorers, magic resistance potions for which all the tundra cotton and lavender round here were just perfect, and then there were the poisons. Some very very nasty poisons. Or at least, as good as she could get at short notice. It was still pretty good though.
So with the potions done, it was just time to get armed, and Shevawna fingered her armour. This or her real set? She still felt a little self-conscious wearing it.
But Aela's armour was just as revealing and no one hassled her. And Ria was there too and Athis.
Decision made. Ten minutes later, and Shevawna was looking like a Forsworn again. Time to go kill some elves.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour after sunset and they'd all gathered round the back of the hall. Eorlund's son Avulstein turned out to be about twenty-five, pale white hair, great big roketeen axe on his back and looking at her in disbelief.
“Who in Oblivion's she?” he growled.
“Son,” Eorlund said firmly, hand colliding with his son's shoulder. “Without her we wouldn't know where your brother was, and now she's going to help rescue him. Show some respect, aye?”
“Father,” Avulstein muttered, and he remained quiet thereafter.
Goodbyes were said, and then Skjor opened a door under the Skyforge, leading them out through a rock chamber and then a tunnel that laid out. Shevawna didn't have time to really look, not with Aela at her back nudging her on, but she could feel the magic in there. She didn't know what that chamber was for but you'd have to be blind not to sense the power. Or a Nord.
Then out into the countryside and north, north to find a Grey-Mane.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The journey had been a long one, and even seeing the Druadachs in the distance hadn't helped. They'd gone off road and cut across the tundra, then into the Reach's winding mountain tracks, Shevawna scouting ahead and checking no Forsworn patrols were around. Then north again, up above the snowline and into Haafingar's remote western forest, and finally to the sea.
Shevawna had never seen the sea before, although she'd heard of it, the endless water that held the world in its arms. It was an awe-inspiring if frightening sight, although her awe was tempered by it being so damn cold.
“Perhaps you should have worn more clothes,” Vilkas snapped, and he immediately regretted that as every woman in the party turned to glare at him, and the men ran on as if nothing had happened, even his own brother who wasn't scared of a lot... apart from spiders and Aela.
“You shouldn't be looking, Nord,” Shevawna snapped, turning her back on him and running after Athis, while Ria took care to position herself between Shevawna and Vilkas, and Aela ran alongside Vilkas cheerfully pointing out that under the circumstances, wasn't commenting on Shevawna's outfits a little unwise?
Vilkas took the hint and shut up.
Finally Northwatch Keep loomed up in the distance, and all eight of them dropped behind a rock to survey the scene.
“Well, Aela, what do you think?” Skjor murmured.