Sevena drew her robe around her, stashing he small blade in the folds of the thing, then picked up the massive tome, opening it and glancing through it. She didn't really have any reason to be looking through it again, since she was going to be leaving, but she wanted to commit some small things to memory. She took her own journal, transcribing some of the most important Falmer language translations onto it, then stepped towards the door, taking a deep breath and opening it. She crouched low, sneaking around the automaton in front of the door. She wished she could move it, but that would trigger it's alarm, something she didn't want to have to handle.
She knew where the exit was. After all, she had come in from that way, but the Falmer camp was in the way. Before she could leave, though, she needed to find some of the mushrooms the Dwemer had fed the Falmer. She didn't know how she would find them, but if nothing else, she would pocket every mushroom she found and look at the Falmer blood to find the toxins that the mushrooms shared.
As she continued walking, she collected samples of any fungi that she found in the cave. Sadly, her climbing was not good enough to harvest spores from the giant mushrooms in the cave, so the stems would have to do. Hopefully it wasn't those things, because not having the spores would make it almost impossible to develop any research into the large fungi.
When she heard the scuffling of one of the Falmer she froze. She didn't pull her dagger, not wanting to reveal herself to the creature's sensitive hearing, instead staying very still and hoping that it did not bump into her.
The thin, grey-skinned creature ambled in front of her, taking a moment to pause and take a few experimental sniffs in the air. Thankfully, the scent potion she had taken would disguise her, but that didn't prevent her from internally panicking at the creature's proximity.
The Falmer investigated what it's nose had scented, it's keen sense having found some form of small creature..The little thing scampered away upon noticing the Falmer, and the elf growled, chasing after whatever it was had piqued it's interest.
Sevena sighed in relief, continuing her slow, steady trek to the exit from Blackreach. There was a button that activated the lift mechanism, and inside it was another button that would lift her up and out of the cave. Hopefully she could get the lift closed and ascending before the Falmer noticed.
As her booted feet made their way to the lift, quietly stepping towards the lighted column of stone, she kept her eyes wary for any of the Falmer, or their chitinous friends, the Chaurus. As she reached the stone platform, she quickened her steps, dashing up the dais. An arrow clacked against the stone at her feet, and she jumped in surprise. She rushed over to the pedestal with it's button, slamming her fist down to open the gates.
The gates croaked open, shuddering at their ancient places. The gearing must have been hundreds of years old, though it still worked well. The Dwemer were exceptional craftsmen. She jogged into the bronze cage, pushing the button down to raise her to the surface, a few more arrows landing nearby her as the gates closed. The lift rose, slowly at first. After a short while it picked up speed, rocketing towards the surface. As it rose, an arrow clattered into the cage, piercing her calf. Sevena gasped, dropping to the floor and clutching her leg. It burned! Searing hot pain, shooting up her leg with every throbbing pulse sent through her body. She clenched her teeth, her eyes sealed shut. She shouted in pain, looking down at the arrow. This was the first time she'd been shot by an arrow.
She was still clutching her leg when the lift rose to the top, and she looked out when it jerked to a stop. She crawled outside of the lift, supporting her weight on her good leg, before propping the shot appendage up in front of her, grimacing as she examined the wound. The arrow had gone completely through her muscle, and was sitting, half-through her calf. The tip was coated in her blood, and torn muscle was still attached to the jagged edge of the vicious arrow.
Outside the lift was a small path, unused for ages. It was covered in a light layer of snow, and the ground around was coated with a fine layer of the powder. Sevena was sheltered from having to sit in the snow from the lift's roof; It extended a bit beyond the lift itself.
Sevena shuddered violently. She was getting cold, and er leg was starting to feel numb. She looked at the gruesome injury again and gagged. She squeezed her eyes tight and stood on her one good leg, using her hand to steady herself against the wall of the lift, shivering in pain. "God that hurts…" She limped forward a few steps before falling, gasping for breath. The hurt stabbed back into her leg with every step. She couldn't walk on this. She didn't know anything about restoration. "Damn you, Sevena, for not learning restoration, and for not being prepared." She crawled, resting her weight on her good side, moving towards a near tree. Her robes were soaked quickly from the snow, but she continued.
Upon reaching the tree, she leaned against it, resting her head against the trees bark, sighing quietly. Her leg throbbed, and it was going numb. She was probably losing blood, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Her vision was going dark, and her breathing was slowing. It was just too much pain.
A/N: Forgive me for the long delay, but... I'm BACK!