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The only sound was the thumping of blood between my ears. His increasingly sarcastic enthusiasm is more becoming of a Khajiit.Ī long, rumbling roar brought our trek to a halt and the forest to silence. 'You are a babbling brook of knowledge!' the Argonian replied with a nodding grin. We learned that rhyme on my first hunt,' the Orc told Footfalls-in-Snow.

'Pretend to be dead a bear devours your head. Strange, given his earlier reluctance to learn from Ingjard. We were overjoyed to be hunting in our own lands.īashnag's rudimentary tracking skills extended to the snow bear, and his previous experience training them as guard mounts in the Strongholds of Wrothgar extended to teachings, focused on the Argonian. He wasn't happy to be sternly whistled back to heel as the snow bear tracks were found. Mauler pranced off as the snow deepened, intent on a meal of raw rabbit. We heard the chirrup of a wandering thrush, and a faint call of a felsaad tern, away from its Solstheim feeding grounds. We'd be rosy cheeked in no time, and we stopped to listen for the soft patter of falling snow on the forest path, as the storm slowly grew in strength. Ingjard chanced a smile over to Fenrig as the first precipitation melted on our faces. As the smell of sulfur pools left our nostrils, the ground became steeper, and the whistling winds more blustering. The Pine Foothills of Eastmarch were the ideal hunting grounds for the snow bear. Footfalls-in-Snow promptly picked up the melting remains to secure frost salts, while I sat Bashnag down to explain how abandoning our pack wasn't part of Kyne's plan. His mace broke the leg of the frost atronach, and it swayed on one unsteady trunk before crashing and bringing down a twenty-year-old pine on its way to the forest floor.Īrrows both Nord and Argonian in origin pockmarked the craggy carcass until there was nothing left but a few piles of ice. He emitted a roar that almost traveled to Windhelm. This afforded our unsubtle friend the time to stagger to his feet, eyes burning red with a rage I'd not seen before. Mauler darted between the atronach's giant feet, as further arrows assailed the ice titan. Back he staggered, slowing as the frost took hold, and the atronach walloped the ground, sending a wave of ice shards directly at Bashnag, who toppled over with a crunching thud. But without an immediate follow-up, the Daedra whipped the air around with its gigantic arm club, and made a violent offering of ice shards directly into the face of the Orc. His idiocy allowed us time to scramble into safe positions around the glade, and watch as the Orc swung mightily, catching the atronach with a crushing strike to the leg. Bashnag had decided to face the atronach himself.

I was interrupted by a great crashing sound, as a bulky form clutching an oversized mace stumbled through the brambles with the agility of a wounded troll. 'Yes,' I replied, 'continuous pummeling from every one of us. 'Remember the atronach we bettered near Ivarstead?' Ingjard prompted me. 'A consort to the mage,' Fenrig said, without finishing the script. It read: ' Nomeg Jrool, I summon you from Oblivion to do my bidding. We were close enough to spot a piece of charred parchment, and Fenrig crept to retrieve it. A glacier came to life, standing motionless in the woods. Four Argonians tall, jagged tree-trunk-sized limbs, and a pyramid head with eyes of gleaming white. Dominating the glade was a towering giant of sharp ice shards, congregating together into a statue of magic and cold brutality. Five wolf corpses in the glade, all pierced by freezing ice. The collapsed form of a robed Nord, the maggots already at her. A small wooden table upturned, bottles and herbs spilled all over and sitting in the low grass. A small cave entrance with a few old bones.

Through the briars, the Nords silently crept, to view a small clearing close to the edge of a sulfur pool. 'We have an elemental Daedra in these woods. Fenrig examined a singe on one of the dogs' hind legs.

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Fang and Mauler shook themselves free from a thicket of brambles, and bounded over to their master. The Orc was mildly peeved we hadn't faced anything more troublesome.

A day out from Riften, our convergence with Kishra-do and first delivery for the benefactor was over we were scouting the Autumnal Forest for wolves, wildcats, and other creatures to deliver to Kyne. Sunlight in Skyrim was something of a novelty, but it was a welcome respite before the hunt ascended to higher climbs. This is part of the Kyne's Challenge: A Hunter's Companion Collection.Ĭold Comfort at the Top of the World FROST ATRONACH ĭappled light danced through the slowly swaying trees of larch occasional leaves of yellow and orange drifted down to the forest floor.

Location: This is part of the Hero's Guides to The Elder Scrolls Online, a three-part collection of books to assist the player in The Elder Scrolls Online.

2.3 DWARVEN SPIDER, SPHERE, AND CENTURION.