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"I'm pretty sure I can salvage something for our purpose, here."
"You're sure this can work ?"
"It's just like the leather ball, you'll see."
"… well, maybe not that part."
"All right, lemme help you."
"How about this one ?"
"Perfect!"
"Right over the main Gate, let's see if you can do this !"
"Pff. Amateur."
#the tale of How Aloy Broke Her Foot#broke the main gate#concussed two guards#Matriarchs were not amused#varl#varl at the gates#aloy#hzd#hzd photomode#horizon zero dawn#guerrilla games#video games#beyond the horizon#a duo of idiots#hzd throwback#a hzd throwback happens when you decide to play it on your ps5
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"Taking the edge off?"
"I guess what i'm really tryin' to say is, if you ever do need me..."
Erend breaks my heart sometimes 🥺
Commander Nozar: "Nobody walks through the gate until the third clan arrives and the Tenakth horn has sounded.... Not even the Savior of Meridian."
Nozar: "That's it! Arrest her!"
Aloy: "I'd like to see you try!"
Varl: "Supporting fire?"
Erend: "Yeah, I'm locked and loaded."
#aloy#wallpaper#mine#hfw#horizon forbidden west#barren light#varl#erend#hfw photomode#nozar#vp#virtual photography
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Varl for the ask game?)
Oooooo!! I was not expecting him!!! Ough it's gonna be long so lemme put it under a cut <3
Favorite thing about him: His loyalty is honestly so endearing, but I think his smile has to take this spot. It's borderline infectious.
Least favorite thing about him: Not really about him himself but- yeah- you know QvQ man
Favorite line(s): "You can't ignore it forever. Memories always come back. The ones that matter, anyway." - this part hit me really hard back when I was still trying to process the loss of my mother, and it still sits in my chest to remind me that burying things will never help them heal.
BrOTP: Varl and Erend hands down. I love the dynamic he has with Aloy but the gate scene in HFW with then watching Aloy throw her weight around was nothing short of glorious.
OTP: Honestly? Before HFW I never really shipped him with anyone, but he and Zo had really sweet chemistry.
nOTP: I don't check out the fandom side of Horizon too much, so I don't have much of an opinion since I don't know what others are doing. (you know, besides the obvious of no incest ships)
Random headcanon: I can't remember if it was ever brought up in canon or not- but he seems to me like the kinda guy who has a sweet tooth but tries to act like he doesn't.
Unpopular opinion: Going to use this as a free space since I don't stick my nose in the fandom itself to say that I think Varl and Vala got into a lot of trouble when they were little. Sibling shenanigans beloved <3
I FORGOT THE SONG CATEGORY: You know? I'm not really sure now that I think about it. I'm like running mentally on 2% battery so I may come back and add one later-
Favorite picture of them: It's a screenshot that is trapped on my sister's PS5 so here have a gif of him doing one of the funniest things he's done instead because he deserves it <3
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Thess vs the Tenakth
Yeah, so, finally go to No Man's Land, and this has been a tiiiiiiiime...
Right. I should go deal with that bunch of former Shadow Carja. Because they're not in a great place and Oseram asshole guy just wants to make their lives even harder.
Sir, I would be more forceful about making you go down the mountain but you are in no shape to go down the mountain. Just ... stay there while I harvest things.
...Well. Fuck. Fine, maybe the nice lady will be a smarter leader than you. And I have satellite dish thing.
Hey, sir? Oseram Asshole, sir? You reaaaaaally don't want to fuck with me. Now go away. Yeah, there you go. And you, ma'am? Go take this ludicrous amount of money and go make a life where you're not one breath away from dying of exposure, starvation, and ... well, frankly depression. Shoo.
Right. On we go to... Oh, hey, hunting stuff! You want me to rip the power cores off Scroungers? Cool. Done. Now what? ...Oh. You want me to herd a bunch of these things together so I can shock them to death. How about "no"? Does "no" work for you? Blegh. I am a hunter, not a herder, kthxbai.
Right. Barren Light. ...Oh, wait, green exclamation point. ...Carja Dude, you are an asshole. If we were going to rebuild the world after the machine plague, could we at least have found a cure for 'asshole'? No? Fine, I'll do your fucking job.
Ah. Machines. Bye, machines.
Oh, hey, hi! You want these things I've been pulling off satellite dishes? Please, take them. I am tired of lugging the damn things around. And you want that one up there. Cool. I needed more practice at grapple hooking anyway.
And now, Barren Light. Oh. Hi, sir. What do you need? ...The gates open. Right. ME TOO. LET ME GET RIGHT ON THAT. Just lemme make sure I'm adequately supplied, and... You think Eclipse are still around, Prisoner Kid? Well, lemme deal with the gate thing and-- Oh. Hi Erend. How're you doing? ...Drunk, injured, and with your fee-fees hurt as much as your ribs. Great. Okay. No, seriously, I'd have you with me if I could but while I do care about your fee-fees, I also care about your ribs, so please just stay there and self-medicate. You want to come with me? Come with me uninjured and sober.
...Okay, how the fuck did you override a Charger without a doohickey, Varl? Did I leave an overriden one lying around for you to find? What? (Also how many raccoons did you run over on the way here? I would like to feel less alone about having done that.)
Look, will you OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BEFORE MY STUPID FRIEND FOLLOWS ME INTO-- Thank you, Erend. Also ... well, fuck.
"Marshals - an ancient name for protectors"-- Yeah, okay, dunno if military or municipal, but I take it that none of the Old World relics had any ACAB graffiti. "But now judge, jury, and executioner"-- Municipal, then. I'd say ACAB but you seem pretty decent. Wait... is this why so much of the Carja military is made of asshole - because their common sense basically joined up with the Tenakth? Well, good to have you back, sir.
Okay, so I have right of passage and yet you want me to be at your Embassy anyway? Do I look like a diplomat to you? And please, please keep joining the rest of the planet in rubbing my need for allies in my face. It's been ... what, a whole five minutes?
Okay, Vuadis, you can do your job now-- Waitwut.
WUT.
Oh, fuck a bunch of this.
SYLENS, YOU ULTIMATE EXPRESSION OF DOUCHE-CANOE! (I will be madder at you if I am not allowed to ride the big metal dilophosaurus. I don't normally bother with riding the machines but I will make an exception for big metal dilophosaurus.)
...Okay, did we have to have quite that level of gore?
Oh, hey, I beat your stupid shield to death! Really not liking them forcing me into melee combat, mind you. Even if I am better at it than I thought I was going to be.
So ... that ... was not an Embassy; that was a slaughter. Not that I'm not used to those, given how the machines attacked the Nora. And of course we can't have the Carja come to the Tenakth and go, "Look, we see you have an enemy and they murdered the family of the Sun-King, so let's join forces and obliterate these assholes". Because Politics. So instead there's me. Yay.
"Time for some salvage boys", my entire ass; I KILLED THE FUCKING THINGS. YOU CAN HAVE WHAT I LEAVE.
I ... beat your stupid shield to death and now it is a glider. Awesome.
Okay, that all happened, and now I have access to the Forbidden West! ...Shame I have to go back and investigate that dude's claims of an Eclipse resurgence, but eh, at least I have a campfire past the gate now.
But for the time being, I need a screen break. Well, also to check IMDB. Chris McKenna, you are awesome; how the fuck have you done relatively little bar B-movies and soap opera spots? Angela Bassett - always a pleasure. Okay, who voiced Vuadis? Keythe Farley. I know that name-- Oh. OH. Dude, Keythe Farley has range. That whimpering little piece of self-importance is THANE FUCKING KRIOS. I knew there was something bugging me about that voice.
Right. Break, painkillers, and then a little more of this. I keep forgetting how much the Horizon games are basically entirely my jam. If I need Zen, I can Zen-hunt. If I need problem-solving, I can do climbing things. But if someone doesn't give me a way to ignite Firegleam so I can go further exploring soon, I am going to throttle somebody.
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Aloy/Tilda Mini Fic Pt-2
Part 1 Here
Note: Not a drabble anymore. Had to change the title...
Her eyes closed more than once. Some moments in the flight a blur, others, blank lapses in her memory.
The Sunwing touched down in the middle of Varl’s place and she slumped off, falling to her knees when her legs gave. All-Mother spared her again. She stabbed the butt of her lance into the ground and hoisted herself up with a considerable amount of effort this time; the world spinning for a second or more, until colors shifted to blurs.
‘Just get to the door.’
She trudged forward on numb legs; the fleeting sensation of the ground beneath her feet a saving grace. At least she was standing.
Outside the base door, Aloy gathered herself. Tilda couldn’t see her doubled over in pain.
"Game face."
Tilda taught her the catchy saying sometime before the final push to Nemesis, and she couldn’t stop using it. She inhaled but her breath caught on the stabbing ache in her side.
“Come on Aloy.” She shook off the haze and straightened up, taking her hand from her waist as she stepped in.
The base was silent except for the internal hum of machinery, and Tilda was somewhere, waiting for her. She swallowed the sour lump in her throat and stepped into the common area, where her friends and allies used to gather. The door shut behind her and at the sound Tilda hurried out of the hydroponics lab a few doors down, poised to reprimand, but halfway to her Tilda stopped, glancing down with a strange look in her eyes.
Tilda sized her and they shared a gaze, Aloy smiling at the sight of Tilda again in a set of old world clothes. She called them her “work” clothes, and always looked great in that shirt with the buttons and rolled sleeves.
“Aloy…”
Sweat beaded across her brow. Her body hot and cold at the same time, as her grip on the lance numbed.
‘I just need to sit.’ The world closed in around her, her vision tunneling more with each passing moment. She eyed a chair straight ahead but she couldn’t move, her legs couldn’t hold her.
“Aloy!”
Reality was pulled like a rug from beneath her and the next moment Tilda was at her side. Aloy smiled weakly at the image above her. Even in a blur she still knew the shift of Tilda’s face when she was angry.
"…don't get mad—"
“Quiet.”
Aloy closed her eyes and turned her face into Tilda’s shirt. "I'm fine.”
A moment later the world faded away.
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There was only one person in the world she cared about.
…one.
And that one person was bleeding out before her eyes.
She caught Aloy before the huntress face-planted to the floor, but Aloy’s dead weight brought her to her knees. Pale-faced with dull eyes, Aloy looked like a ghost when she returned. Blood dripped to the floor from her side, and she didn’t even try to hide it.
God, she hated it when Aloy omitted important details to “not worry her”. Yes, Aloy used the excuse often. It wasn’t the first, second, or even third time Aloy tried to spare her feelings by hiding her pain.
She eyed the nasty tear in Aloy’s armor and bleeding gash in her skin. It looked like a machine took a bite out of her. The injury was severe, yet, still nothing as horrifying as the aftermath of the final battle with Nemesis.
Nemesis brought Aloy to the gates of hell and back. Aloy made the final push alone, diverting her friends and allies with a clever last-minute deception. By the time they figured out Aloy’s solitary intentions and hurried back to her aid it was too late. They had no option but to watch Aloy fight to the brink of death before their eyes.
Nemesis was her fight, her duty and purpose to destroy the last obstacle to Zero Dawn. She was grateful for the efforts of each ally but wouldn’t let anyone else die helping her in the end.
That’s how Aloy saw it. No one else agreed.
For two weeks following the destruction of Nemesis, Aloy laid in a Zenith stasis chamber. With a deep furrow across her brow Tilda watched Aloy heal, herself a button-press away from forcing the longevity decision. She could’ve rationalized it, telling Aloy it was the “only option” once the huntress woke, but the trust they’d gathered would be lost.
Aloy would hate her for taking away that choice. Frustrating as it was, Aloy had to make the decision herself.
Tilda tossed Aloy's weapons aside and unhooked what she could of Aloy’s gear, anything to make her lighter. Then she dragged the huntress to her room—their room—and went through the motions, laying out the med kit on the desk; her heart beating in her chest no less than the last time Aloy came home torn and bruised.
Aloy wouldn’t die. In her control, death was no longer an obstacle. But the story would’ve been very different had Aloy never made it home. Alone in some forest or slumped against a rock, Tilda pictured all the places Aloy could meet her end.
The disconnected call made her angrier than the gaping wound at Aloy’s side. It could’ve been the last time she heard her voice.
If Aloy loved her, why did she hide so much? She needn’t. Not after all they’ve shared.
She’d watched Aloy age a decade before her eyes; the huntress growing wiser, though she still had much to learn. But new growth wasn’t Aloy’s journey alone. All this time later, and she’d just begun to adapt to this new, primitive world, and Aloy was her constant through ever-changing circumstances.
She couldn’t lose her, but measuring precise doses of Arum was stress-inducing. Each dose differed depending on the situation. It had to be just enough to repair Aloy's wounds but not kill her. Arum, the powerful Zenith healing agent, could end Aloy’s life in minutes if anything went wrong; the risk one of few things in life that made her palms clammy.
At Aloy's side, Tilda injected the wound with a dose of cortizene first—a quick fix steroid. Aloy had been needing it more often, to ease the aches and pains.
Between medications she pulled Aloy out of every piece of armor, an arduous process. Then came that meticulously measured dose of Arum and a clean bandage wrapped around Aloy’s waist.
Tilda pulled the blanket over Aloy; the huntress’s breaths even in her arms as she watched for any sign of intolerance.
Without full longevity treatment, Aloy’s body could still reject the Arum. In line with the cortizene it worked quick, rebuilding tissues and healing traumas. For now, the only thing left to do was wait. She wouldn’t bother the wound again until after Aloy woke, and by then it would only be a fraction of the size, continuing to mend until there was nothing left to heal.
‘I swear, you’ll be the death of me.’
#aloy x tilda#tilda van der meer#aloy#hfw#horizon forbidden west#i genuinely have no idea where this story came from#might have part 3 out tonight#my random bs
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Blood, Sand, & Bone
Aloy is known as many things; Outcast, Savior of Meridian, Anointed of the Nora, and Daughter of Ullia. One choice on a rainy night sent her life spinning in an entirely different direction. When she studied Tenakth history in the Carjan Libraries of the Palace, she never thought she would be living among them. Ullia chose her as her daughter, and Aloy accepted. She thought that was the end of it. But now, as she finds herself living among the Tenakth and learning their ways, she realizes that there's much more to the Westerners than she thought. But when she receives a transmission on her Focus, her life is spent spiraling again. Trying to make sense of who she is, who she wants to be, is put on hold as she tries to put the world back together again.
Chapter 1: Now: The Embassy
Screaming.
Explosions.
Machines screeching.
Howling from the people above.
War cries from the Tenakth beside her.
It was a blur of a moment. Fire arrows rained from the sky and buried themselves in the backs and limbs of the fleeing Carja. They were almost across the bridge, but she wasn’t sure if they would make it to the gate in time.
Fashav was with them.
“Left flank! To the Carja! Run them down!”
The soldiers mounted on Bristlebacks began charging down the mountainside after the retreating men. The hooves of the machines thundered in the air and shook the ground.
“They’re not going to make it…” Aloy choked.
Fear gripped her heart as she drew her bowstring back. The thin cord touched her cheek and she released it with a battle cry of her own. She felt a sting against her skin as she released the drawstring. The feather of the ridgewood arrow cut into her skin as it shot from the weapon in her hands.
She barely registered it.
Fashav held his sword above his head. “Carja! Stand your ground!” He dug his heels into the ground and braced for the incoming attack.
The soldiers on the battlements drew their weapons and fired upon the attacking Tenakth. But it wasn’t enough. They couldn’t get enough clean shots in.
Varl shouted her name as she drew back again, two arrows nocked on her bow as she aimed for the soldiers attacking the Carjan side of the Embassy.
A loud boom sounded from above her and she glanced up to see a ball of fire colliding with the stone archway that she had been taking cover behind. Aloy lunged forward, rolling her body out of the way as the brick and stone came crashing down into the space she had just occupied. When she turned, she saw Fashav swinging his sword and howling with rage as he launched himself at his attacker. He hooked his weapon into the hind leg of the Bristleback and brought the machine to its knees. He was a blur of movement as he swung his sword and challenged the other warrior.
Her heart thundered in her ears as she moved towards them.
She wasn’t fast enough.
She couldn’t get there.
They were going to kill him.
Aloy quickly pushed herself off the ground and onto her feet, already running as her body fell into position. Her boots dug into the sandy earth as she threw herself towards the battle.
It happened so fast, but she saw it through slow motion as adrenaline coursed through her veins.
A masked Tenakth braced his spear and drove it into Fashav’s chest.
“NO!”
The scream tore through her throat before she could stop it. Fashav’s body was slammed into the ground with a thud as the enemy soldier dragged him alongside the cantering machine.
After having dragged the Marshal twenty feet or so, the man quickly released his spear and grabbed his bow before shooting the remaining Carja soldier.
Aloy dropped to the ground, her hip smashing into the stone with a thud as she skid under the weapon of the passing Tenakth. She snarled and drove her spear into the Bristleback’s underbelly before thrusting upwards as hard as she could. She jammed her shoulder into the machine’s joint and shoved her weight against it. The soldier riding it tried to throw his own javelin into her but she twisted away and threw a dagger into his chest as she continued sliding.
Without turning back, she got up and ran.
She skid to a stop beside Fashav.
He was still alive.
She dropped to her knees, her hands wrapping around the shaft of the spear. Blood spilled from his chest and mouth as his wide eyes stared up at her. “Aloy-“ he choked.
“No, don’t talk,” she said quickly. Her hazy green eyes bored into his, begging him to stay alive. “You can’t leave me now, Fashav. You can’t!” She pressed down on the wound in his chest as his blood seeped out between her fingers. She applied as much pressure as she dared to try and stop the blood flow.
He coughed, his eyes rolling back as he groaned in pain. “You have to save them, Aloy.” he said. “Fight for our people.” His eyes flicked back toward the Tenakth emissaries before meeting hers again. His expression was pleading. “Don’t let this be for nothing."
Aloy grabbed one of his hands in her own blood soaked one as she shifted her weight on the wound. He grunted but she could feel him squeezing his fingers around her hand. “Don’t you dare, you scab.” she hissed. “You aren’t shucking off your responsibilities that easily.”
Fashav shook his head. “Go,” he said weakly. His eyes slid past her again to fall on the Tenakth. The soldiers that had held position to wait for the few representing each clan were being circled by more mounted rebels. There wasn’t any more time. “Go!”
Closing her eyes tightly and clenching her jaw, she shook her head. “I’m sorry!”
And then, she did as he asked.
Aloy forced herself onto her feet and ran back towards Varl and the others. Regalla was still sitting atop her Clawstrider, watching with a sneer that Aloy could see from her position below the cliff.
“HEY!” she screamed. Regalla turned her attention to the other woman. “Come down here and fight fair!” Aloy snarled.
Regalla sneered. “Lancers! Take the center!”
More rebels mounted on Chargers began riding down the opposite side than the ones who’d attacked the Carja. They took off at a canter, and Aloy skid to a stop in front of Varl. “Get ready!” she shouted.
The Marshals and other soldiers all braced themselves. They drew their bows and swords, hefting their weight into the soles of their feet as they dug into the ground. “Stick to cover! Archers on the ridge!"
She recognized the voice of the High Marshal as she drew her own bow again.
Acid arrows flew from her weapon and began eating away at the machines and rebels that were attacking. She heard the cries of pain and surprise from those who she’d hit with her ammunition. It was a blur as she shot and slashed, fighting not only for her survival, but for that of the others with her.
Varl shouted and drove his dagger into the abdomen of the woman fighting to kill him.
The High Marshal drive his sword into the side of a rebel and tossed him away easily.
Another blocked a strike with his shield and swung his sword.
Kivva grunted as she was thrown backwards and Ezekko slid on the ground between his squad leader and the rebel, driving a javelin through the shins of the enemy.
Aloy turned to loose an arrow at an oncoming rebel. Her arrow connected as the rebel fired their own two shots into the chest and shoulder of the High Marshal. She heard a gravelly voice screaming out. When she looked, she saw the Marshal with the shield running forward, grabbing a javelin and launching it full force at the rebel soldier. The force of the blow knocked him off the Bristleback and throwing him about ten feet.
Aloy’s heart clenched as she saw the High Marshal begin crawling away. The other Marshal grunted and slammed himself shield first into the charging Bristleback. She could see the gear on the machine’s mouth smashing into the shield, eating the wood and drawing his arm closer into its mouth. She heard his pained scream as it dragged him towards it.
“Lookout!” she shouted. Drawing two arrows at once, she fired and got the machine’s attention as it reared on its hind legs and waved its front in the air. The High Marshal snarled and spun faster than Aloy thought possible, shoving a spear into the underbelly of the machine, similar to what Aloy had done previously.
A shower of sparks rained down on the two men and the machine’s life was ripped away. But that didn’t stop the heap of metal from crashing down and crushing the two men beneath it.
As much as she wanted to go to them, her attention was drawn by more riders circling her and Varl. He shouted words of encouragement as she let loose shot after shot at the machines and rebels alike.
“ENOUGH!”
Everything suddenly stopped. The riders all turned their attention to a masked soldier who was atop a Bristleback beside Regalla. Aloy cautiously looked around with bated breath as she tried to gauge what the rebels were doing.
“You! Outlanders! I will skin you both!”
The masked man turned to Regalla. Aloy couldn’t hear everything spoken, but she gathered he was asking her permission for something.
Regalla nodded once and it turned to chaos again. Grudda, if Aloy’s memory served her correctly, challenged her to single combat.
There was no way she could refuse, even if she wanted to.
Aloy stood her ground and was determined to stand her ground. They exchanged blow after blow, hit after hit. He had an interesting piece of tech that Aloy didn’t have time to study, but she easily found the weak points with her Focus. She tracked his movements, analyzed his patterns, kept light on her feet. They moved and fought, almost in an intricate display of a tribal dance. He’d injured Varl within moments of stepping foot in front of them.
I should have warned him not to intervene, she thought.
Grudda was quick on his feet. She didn’t have time to dwell on what she should have done. She needed to focus on the here and now.
And then…
It was over.
A few well placed strikes took out his shield and her quick movements back and forth confused him. And it cost him his life.
She stood back, breathing heavily before she drew her spear from his chest. Then she turned to face Regalla. “Your turn!” she shouted. “Come down here and face me!”
Rage coursed through her veins. It was an interesting emotion, rage. It was one she hadn’t felt often; When Helis killed Rost. When she discovered what Faro did to the other Alphas.
This however, was different. This woman, Regalla, who had once held so much honor and respect within the tribe, had slaughtered her people. She’d turned her back on their Chief. She’d spilt the blood of the men and women that stood beside her.
All because a of a grudge.
At least Helis had fought for a deity he believed in. He fought for the Sun and for Hades and the belief that the world would somehow be better after what he’d done.
Faro’s acts were done in what he thought to be the best interest of humanity; to save them from the mistakes of the past and protect them from the terrifyingly haunting results those mistakes would produce.
“No,” Regalla said calmly. “It was an honorable challenge. You’ve earned your life today.”
Aloy scowled.
“Comrades! Mark this day. Today you have decimated the Marshals. Slaughtered the Carja. So begins our war on Hekarro.” She motioned for her warriors to take their leave. She stayed rooted to her spot for a moment, appraising Aloy with a careful eye. Aloy sneered back at her, spitting on the ground next to her. Regalla smirked and turned her Clawstrider away.
The rebels made their retreat.
Knowing that they were safe for the time being, Aloy turned her back on the rebels. She looked at Varl. “You okay?”
“I’ll live,” he said. “Go help the others.”
She nodded once and took off towards the Tenakth soldiers that were raising the Bristleback off of this High Marshal and the other man. She reached them in time to help drag the one she briefly recognized as Kotallo, one of Fashav’s close friends, from underneath the corpse. He was half conscious and she could tell he was incoherent from both pain and the blood loss. “Prop him up,” she said. She knelt down in front of the injured Marshal as his companion settled behind him. Kotallo groaned as he was jostled around. Aloy winced as she took in the damage. His arm was demolished. The Bristleback gear had ground his arm into a pulp. What was left of it, at the middle of his bicep, was reminiscent of ground boar. Skin hung from the mauled appendage, holding on to chunks of flesh that were too stubborn to let go.
She reached into the pouch at her side, grabbing the tub of healing salve.
Not like this will do much…
Regardless, she dipped her fingers into the balm ad grabbed out as much as she could from the small jar before slathering it onto the stump of Kotallo’s arm. He screamed in pain when her hand came in contact with his flesh. Muscles, tendons, and meat jumped under her touch out of reflex. Aloy winced. “I’m going to need you to hold him down. This isn’t going to be pleasant.”
Ezekko nodded. “I understand.”
“Be easy,” she said gently. She braced her other hand against his good shoulder while Ezekko wrapped his legs around Kotallo’s thighs to keep him in place. “I’m sorry,”
She quickly tore a band of fabric from her skirts and wrapped it around his bicep, about six inches above where the limb had been removed. She tied it tightly, pulling the ends apart as much as she could while Kotallo writhed under her hands. Aloy quickly tied the fabric into a knot to keep as much blood from spilling out as she could.
If the pain itself didn’t kill him, the loss of blood would.
“We need to get him to Scalding Spear as soon as possible.” she said to the Ezekko and Kivva. “I don’t have the equipment to treat him here.” She grabbed the few bandages she had out of her pouch before reaching into another for stickpaste. She worked quickly, doing as good of a job as she could to wrap the stump and keep what remained of it together. Blood was already soaking through the makeshift bandages and she was going to need more. Soon.
“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath. “Okay, let’s get moving. On my mark. One, two, three!”
Ezekko grunted and hoisted himself up, using his weight to force Kotallo to his feet as well. Kotallo let out a moan and slumped against his fellow soldier. His right arm was wrapped around Ezekko’s shoulder while Ezekko held his wrist and had his arm tightly against Kotallo’s waist. Kotallo’s eyes slid over to Aloy, who was ripping off more of her skirts to make bandages. She couldn’t place the emotions swirling around his face, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. “Let’s go.” she said.
How did I get here? she thought. How did it come to this?
She knew the answer. It was something she’d thought about many times before. She wondered if the choice she made that day was wrong; if she hadn’t listened, would she be in this situation? Would she still have this weight on her shoulders? Would she still have the crushing pain in her chest?
Rain pelted her as she made her way through the bandit camp. Janeva had pointed her in the direction of several escaped prisoners. One of them, a Tenakth woman, was holed up in a camp surrounded by bandits and ruthless killers.
Too bad Nil isn’t here, she thought wryly. He would’ve enjoyed this.
But he wasn’t. This task fell on her shoulders, like most things seemed to do. But she accepted it with grace. With everything she knew was coming, Aloy couldn’t risk the chance that bloodthirsty bandits and killers were on the loose. She’d have her hands full with the Eclipse. She couldn’t take the chance that more people would be in danger because she left a few bandits and prisoners take less of a priority than they should have.
It was these thoughts that kept her pressing forward. She moved as silently as a Stalker as she snuffed out the lives of the bandits she came across.
And then she heard the voice of a woman who she could only assume was Ullia.
“Do not fear death…beckon it!”
She danced with the bandits in a lethal way, spinning and ducking and parrying.
And then Ullia made her presence known.
Aloy fired several hardpoint arrows as Ullia rushed her. The arrows glanced off the armor of the other woman and Aloy had to duck under her as the Tenakth woman swung her sword with a battle cry.
Damn, she’s fast.
Aloy grabbed her spear and abandoned the thought of finishing the fight from a distance. The woman was painted with red and blue, with white stripes cascading down her face. She was ruthless in her attacks as she tried to wear Aloy down. Aloy sliced the blade of her spear across Ullia’s leg as she dropped to the right to avoid a blow from the other woman’s sword. Ullia hissed with pain and kicked out with the injured leg, catching Aloy in the abdomen. She grunted and rolled to her feet in time to parry the strike Ullia was delivering.
“You fight well for a Savage,” Ullia said, raising her lips to show her teeth.
Aloy snarled at her. “Strong words for a prisoner of the Carja,” she snapped back.
Ullia laughed, the sound full of contempt. “All the Carja do is talk. Talk and bleed and shackle me. But you? Oh ho ho, you fight like a Tenakth!” She shoved Aloy backwards and swung her sword with one hand while the other grabbed at Aloy’s belt to draw her closer.
Aloy raised her spear to block the sword and quickly angled her body out of Ullia’s grasp. Thinking fast, she grabbed the dagger that was strapped at her thigh and thrust it into Ullia’s midsection.
The blade sliced through Ullia’s flesh with a slick and wet sound and the Tenakth grunted in pain. She wrapped a hand around Aloy’s wrist and narrowed her eyes. A pained expression took over her features as she sank to her knees.
Aloy allowed Ullia’s grasp on her wrist to pull her towards the other woman.
“I’d have taken you for my child,” she said.
Aloy raised an eyebrow. “You can’t just take a child-“
Ullia suddenly jerked Aloy towards her, knocking the younger woman off balance. “The strong take from the weak,” she snarled. “And in the taking are made stronger.”
She gestured to the black ink that adorned her arms and Aloy’s eyes darted down the the intricate art. “These stories, pricked into my skin? Look. Children, riches, lives, and land! All of these have been mine.” Aloy knew she should rip herself away from the Tenakth woman, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the black ink. Those were stories? How? She raised her free hand to gently brush her fingers against the black on Ullia’s shoulder. “Drink of my blood, and they’ll live on.”
At that, Aloy looked at Ullia. Her eyes were pleading as she begged the Nora to do as she asked. “Your life? Your stories?” she asked quietly. “They’re recorded on your skin?” She hadn’t heard of anything like that. She wasn’t sure what it was that held her attention as it did. But it was tearing at her, worming its way into her mind and whispering, calling to her. “I’ve enough stories to carry, Ullia…” she said quietly. “I don’t know if I can…if I can carry more.”
Ullia pulled her closer as she became unsteady, falling backwards. “I can sense the warrior’s spirit in you, girl. Don’t waste this chance. You’ve the Blood of the Ten in those fiery veins of yours.”
Aloy helped her to the ground, gently laying her on the wooden logs that made up the bridge.
“Take my blood as yours. Mark yourself Tenakth. Learn of my stories, child. Make them your own and record your deeds on your skin.”
“Okay,” she said quietly.
Ullia ran her fingers across the wound on her abdomen, gathering some of the blood that was oozing from her body. She reached up, placing her fingers on the side of Aloy’s forehead and dragging them down her face. Aloy closed her eyes as the sticky liquid trailed down her skin. “My daughter. You are Tenakth. Take this,” she had removed her bracer at some point and shoved it into Aloy’s hand, “This is made of a Scorcher’s heart and painted with my colors. It will grant you safe passage through our lands and mark your heritage.” She coughed, gripping Aloy’s hand in hers. “You will make our Tribe proud.”
Taking in another gasping breath, she went limp against the bridge.
Aloy stared at the bracer that had been given to her before she looked at Ullia. Her eyes were still open and she stared lifelessly at the sky. With a quiet sigh and trembling fingers, Aloy reached up and gently slid her eyes closed.
Aloy grunted as she switched places with Ezekko. They’d been walking for several hours at this point. It was at least another day’s journey from their current position, just west of Stone’s Echo, to Arrowhand. And another half day to Scalding Spear.
Kivva had suggested making a temporary camp to rest. There was a shelter about another hour to their south, and Aloy agreed.
Kotallo had been in and out of consciousness. There were times he was able to walk with assistance and other times Ezekko and Pivallo had to alternate carrying him over their shoulders.
Aloy chewed mindlessly on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what to do.
Getting Kotallo to Scalding Spear was most important. She knew they would have the resources there for her to properly tend to his wound before handing him over to a healer. Her time spent in the Embrace had accustomed her to dealing with life threatening wounds. Granted, she hadn’t ever seen an amputation as bad as the one Kotallo was sporting, but she’d learned how to sew up her fair share of wounded bodies.
But right now, she was out of bandages and pain salve.
“Kivva,” she said, turning to the other woman.
The Sky Clan warrior quickly caught up to her as Aloy readjusted her grip on Kotallo. He was stumbling along beside her, muttering thingns she couldn’t quite make out. She cursed under her breath and gripped his right wrist tightly as she held onto the belt of his tassets to keep him upright. “I need you, Ezekko, and Pivallo to head to the shelter. I need to go back to Stone’s Echo for supplies. And…I’ve got an idea of how to help move Kotallo faster.”
Kivva raised an eyebrow. “Care to share?”
Aloy shook her head. “Not yet.”
The Sky Clan warrior chuckled. “Keep your secrets, then. We’ll get him safely to the shelter. Meet us there when you have the supplies you need. We’ll rest for a few hours and continue on our way.”
“Good. I’ll be there soon. Hopefully the Utaru don’t take all my shards.”
Kivva snickered. “Here, trade me places.” She wiggled around Aloy to support Kotallo and Aloy made sure she was settled before bidding the squad farewell and taking off at a jog vac towards the settlement.
She had plenty of time to think as she jogged, and her mind was rolling.
Her foremost concern was getting the Marshal to the Desert Clan capital alive. Then she would worry about working with a healer to keep him that way. She would need to see Atekka at some point to explain what had happened at the Embassy…and she would most likely be expected to report to the Chief in the Grove. She also had to worry about tracking down Sylens and Hades, and find in a GAIA backup. On top of it all, Regalla and her new band of Rebels were going to be wreaking all sorts of havoc in the Clan Lands.
She was sure Varl was going to be tracking her down at some point. She had to admit that while he was new to her lifestyle, he was catching on rather quickly. And he had proved to be an unexpected help.
“Greetings, Aloy.”
She hadn’t realized she’d slowed to a walk and was at the outskirts of the Utaru settlement. She nodded to the farmers who had called to her, raising a hand and smiling in greeting.
Aloy made her way through the settlement, looking for the herbalists and healers. She came across a woman behind a table, mixing salves and herbs. “Hi,” Aloy said.
The woman looked up, mildly surprised to be interrupted. “Greetings. Aloy, correct?”
Aloy smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.”
The Utaru woman smiled back. “I haven’t had the pleasure to meet you. My name is Zo.”
She inclined her head. “Nice to meet you.”
Zo nodded back. “What can I do for you?”
Aloy scanned the herbs, salves, and liquids that adorned the table Zo was working at. “I need medical supplies,” she said, turning her attention back to Zo. “One of my squad-mates is seriously injured.”
Zo nodded. “I’d heard of a group of Tenakth with a wounded soldier. One of our scouts reported it. How can I help?”
“Lots of bandages. Some pain relief salve, if you have it. Cleaning spirits, fresh cloth, a needle and thread.”
Zo raised an eyebrow. “Exactly how injured is this man?”
Aloy shook her head. “He was mauled by a machine. It…took his arm.”
Her eyes widened. “And you didn’t bring him here?”
Again, Aloy shook her head. “No…we need to get back to our own territory. He wouldn’t take kindly to another Tribe in his current condition.”
Zo nodded understandingly. “I see. Please, take what you need.”
“How much?”
“Nothing. Consider it a gift.”
Aloy frowned. “Are you sure? I can pay-“
Zo held up a hand to stop her. “I insist. Please.”
She nodded her head in thanks. “I appreciate it. Thank you, Zo.”
“Of course. Please, feel free to return should you need anything else.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you.”
Aloy grabbed the supplies that Zo offered her and tucked them safely in her pouch on her belt. Zo hadn’t been stingy with the bandages, to which Aloy was grateful.
When she was sure she had what she needed, she headed north to a Charger site she’d noted earlier.
Kivva, Ezekko, and Pivallo didn’t know how to ride, but that was something she could remedy rather quickly. And getting Kotallo on a Charger one way or another would definitely speed up the journey.
She made her way over the rocky terrain, avoiding the blighted areas that threatened to choke her. Before long, she’d overridden four machines and had cleared out the rest of the herd.
Aloy mounted up, whistling for the other machines to follow, and took off at a gallop towards the shelter where the rest of the group was making camp. It took her a quarter of the time to get there than it would’ve had she been walking. She smiled and leaned back on her Charger momentarily, savoring the breeze against her face.
She sat up straight when she heard Kivva’s alarmed shout.
“Machines on the approach!”
“Hold your fire!” Aloy called out. “It’s just me.” She eased back on the machine’s speed as she approached the small camp, slowing to a trot before stopping in front of the group.
Kivva raised an eyebrow as she slung her bow back over her shoulder. “This was your big plan?” she asked. “How did you even get these things?”
Aloy shook her head. “That isn’t important right now. How’s Kotallo?”
Kivva sighed. “He’s unconscious again. He’s got a fever. And that arm isn’t looking good.”
“I’ll take a look,” Aloy said quietly. She dismounted the Charger and made her way towards the cot where Kotallo was laid out. He was moving fitfully and mumbling incoherent words. Aloy’s heart clenched as she knelt beside him.
The bandages had soaked through with his blood, despite her rough attempts at a tourniquet. From the looks of it, Kivva had tried adding her own bandages, but it wasn’t doing any good.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. Her fingers worked swiftly but gently to peel the stained fabric away from his flesh. He groaned as she did, and she winced internally.
“This is gonna hurt like hell,” she said. “But I’ve got to clean out the wound and Lee any infection from spreading.”
He furrowed his brows and grunted something she couldn’t make out.
“Pivallo,” she called, turning to her companions.
He looked up from the campfire at the sound of her voice. “Yes?”
“I need you to hold him down. This is going to be extremely…unpleasant.”
Pivallo nodded, setting down the plate of food that Kivva had prepared before heading over to her. His eyes stayed fixated on the wound on Kotallo’s stump. The flesh was red, raw, and angry. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Shoulders?” he asked, turning to Aloy.
“Yeah,” she responded. “Keep as far from his left arm as possible, but keep all your weight on him.”
“Copy,”
Pivallo stood at the head of the cot and took a deep breath before placing his hands on Kotallo’s shoulders and leaning almost all of his weight on the wounded Marshal.
Aloy grabbed the medicinal spirits from her pouch and uncorked the bottle. She glanced up at Pivallo, who nodded, before leaning over Kotallo.
“Here we go.”
She dumped the contents of the bottle onto the stump of Kotallo’s arm. He let out a gravelly scream and tried to throw off Pivallo, but the Sky Clan warrior held firm. At the sound of his scream, Kivva and Ezekko came rushing over, abandoning their meal by the fire. Kotallo squirmed under Pivallo and Aloy and Ezekko jumped in and practically laid himself across Kotallo’s chest to keep him in place.
Aloy dunked her hand into the pain salve and gathered as much as she could before slathering it on Kotallo’s arm.
He made another pained sound as she tried to speak soothingly to him as she worked.
She stood back a moment and the other two men relaxed their grip on him as his body started to calm down. He shook sporadically as Aloy cleaned her hands and began wrapping the stump again. From what she could tell, the blood was starting to clot. That, at least, was a good thing. However, he was pale beneath the white war pint he wore, which concerned her. He’d lost a large amount of blood and had a fever. Sweat ran down his face as he fitfully tossed his head from side to side. There looked to be the start of an infection, if the yellowish puss surrounding the bone was any indication, and she hoped the spirits she’d dumped on it was enough to keep it from spreading.
If they didn’t make it to the Clan Lands soon, she wasn’t sure that Kotallo would make it at all.
Kivva knelt beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Aloy shook her head. She’d seen enough death and bloodshed to last more than a lifetime. She didn’t want to be thrown into the middle of it again. “I’ll be better once we get to Tenakth territory,” she said.
The Sky Clan warrior sighed. “I know. So this plan of yours to get us moving faster?”
Aloy raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh?”
“We might not know how to handle machines the way you do, but we’re fast learners. Show us what to do and we’ll figure it out.”
Aloy smiled softly. “I know. I need your help with something else, first.”
“Name it.”
She ran a hand through her hair and sat back, her eyes landing on Kotallo. Ezekko and Pivallo were standing close by, keeping watch over them. The Marshal had gone still, but Aloy could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “There’s no way I can keep Kotallo upright on a Charger. If we can make a sled of sorts, I can attach it to the Charger. It will be an uncomfortable ride, but better that than him falling off.”
Kivva frowned. “There’s some supplies in the stash chest in the shelter. We could create as much of a cushion on his left side as we can.”
Aloy nodded. “Good idea. I’ll wrap it with more bandages to add more padding…and as much relief salve as I have.” She gestures towards a grove of trees not far from them. “If I can find some willow bark or feverfew, I’ll keep that on hand in case he wakes up.”
“I’ll start working. You, get some rest. We’ve got a long road ahead of us.”
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How about when Aloy shows up to the Memorial Grove and Dekka is like "Hair like blood! You're the warrior who defeated Regalla's champion at Barren Light!"
Like who told you that??? Who???
OMG YES???? I mean first I thought it could've been the other squads that were there with the banners from the three clans, but in Tekotteh's throne he's so protective like "This one defeated Regalla's champion, Grudda, at the Embassy. She fought honorably" DAMN IT and Aloy is just staring at him AND DO NOT TELL ME THAT STARE WASN'T A FLIRT BCS TO ME IT WAS (also she wasn't uncomfortable with him complimenting nor defending her hmm how do you feel about that).
Plus at the base when Aloy asks if he has spoken with Varl he says "Briefly, he fought well agains Regalla's troops at the Embassy, are all nora as skilled as the two of you?" I mean for an overwhelming fight he was paying a lot of attention to them don't you guys think??
I imagine what his report to Hekarro was like, incredible enough for every settlement in the tenakth clan lands to recognize her, and when she approaches the Grove Dekka also says "Blood of the ten... You've come to us" so I am pretty sure Kotallo knew she would come, he saw Fashav in deep conversation with her for a bit. Also I bet he knew the business she had with them was so important that the Carja opened the gates for her before the Embassy and the Marshals were listening to what she had to say. Maybe that's why Hekarro was expecting her and also why Kotallo stalked past her in the throne room he was like "I will see you soon, outlander".
Plus she was paying attention to him too when you talk to Gerrah at the Bulwark about the squad that was sent to that abandoned watchtower after coming to the Embassy with Kotallo, Aloy says "I remember, Kotallo showed up last with only a few representatives of the Sky Clan" (I mean I'm sorry but during my first playthrough I even forgot about Kotallo 💀 Aloy was "you were at the embassy" and I was like "what? really????")
#they pay too much attention to each other boys#I guess they were 👁️👄👁️ since the beginning then huh#kotaloy#aloy#kotallo#aloy x kotallo#hfw#horizon forbidden west
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Pairing: Ereloy
Characters: Aloy, Erend, Talanah, Avad
Warnings: Canon typical violence,
Words: 4153
@ereloyweek prompt May 9th: injury/"I thought I lost you."
Ao3 link
Ravager's Heart
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With the Sacred Lands being as “back to normal” as possible and Meridian mostly rebuilt, Aloy felt it was time to move on. When her spear disintegrated in her hands, she felt a pang of sadness flush her body. All that work she put into the cauldrons, gone. The master override, gone. The one tool that would more than likely stop whatever woke HADES back up, gone. The huntress did what she could with her new spear and focus. Basically backtracking to all the cauldrons and redownloading the override codes.
A place doesn’t get the name like the Forbidden West without reason. Any sort of upper hand she can get will make this trip all the more easier. Avad offered to send nearly half of his Vanguardsmen along with her and Varl did much the same with the new Braves. She declined both, not wanting to risk anyone else’s life on a mission that she was quite literally born for. Aloy simply couldn’t allow herself to do that. Not even Nil or Talanah’s ruthlessness put her mind at ease enough for them to join. Erend’s sweet puppy dog face, pleading with conviction to let him keep an eye out for her nearly broke her.
So Aloy does what she does best. In the middle of the night while everyone was asleep, she silently slipped out of Meridian’s gates and headed towards the Forbidden West. There was a slight stab in her chest when she snuck past Erend, fast asleep on the couch in Olin’s- now her home. He had asked for his two minutes she’d promised and they stayed up talking about Ersa and Rost and just enjoying one another’s presence. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t wish the Oseram was by her side for this journey.
His smile and charm always seem to put her in a good mood even in the midst of a fight. Not even the Deathbringer controlled by HADES was enough to put a damper in the Captain’s charisma. It’s a trait Aloy desperately wished she’d possessed. It certainly has nothing to do with the fact that she gets a warmth spread throughout her core watching what’s definitely hard muscles swing a massive hammer with ease. Or the way that his earring glints in the light of the sun. Or that his armor shakes with every burst of laughter deep in his belly.
No, of course not.
Because that would force her to sit down and unpack her heart. Focus on herself for once. No fucking way.
When the sun just breaks the skyline, Aloy gets the sense that she’s being followed. But every time she turns around, there’s no one in sight. Machine or otherwise. Bandits are stupid and will certainly ambush without much stealth. Machines would do pretty much the same. But she can’t shake the way her hair stands up on the back of her neck or the chill that goes down her spine. A rustle in two bushes on either side of her sends Aloy on high alert.
She’s not imagining things. She’s being watched.
Pulling her bow from her shoulder with careful, calculated movements, she has an arrow knocked before she’s even fully crouched in the tall grass. Finally tapping her focus, Aloy is confused further by the lack of light from the bush closest to her that keeps moving despite there being no wind. Chancing a glance at the other, she sees a purple figure crouched across from her, their shape familiar.
Erend.
All Mother, of course he followed her. That man has a heart of gold and perhaps nerves of steel. Something warm takes hold of her heart and she finds herself carefully making her way towards the Oseram. She makes it halfway towards the purple figure hidden in the grass before the telltale mechanical growl shakes the ground behind her. Without second thought, Aloy turns her attention towards the sound.
There’s no time to react, half pivot and a Ravager lunges from the bush where it’d been hiding and knocks Aloy to the ground in one swipe. Her bow and spear go flying in the opposite direction. Stars burst behind her eyes when her head smacks a rock with a hard thwack. The Nora distinctly hears Erend yell and what can only be the crunch of his hammer hitting the machine. What he says, she doesn’t know, the blinding throb in her skull drowns out the actual words. Blinking the pain from her vision, Aloy stands on wobbly legs. The Oseram has his arms up with the handle of his hammer inside the Ravager’s mouth, fighting with all his might to not let the beast get closer.
The machine rears its head, sending Erend into the dirt at its feet. Spitting sand and grass out of his mouth, the Oseram goes to rise, but the machine has other plans. The attack- which Aloy herself hates- is brutal. The Ravager pounces beside the Vanguard before he can move. Standing on its hind legs, the telltale blue light surrounds the machine and then it slams its front legs on the ground. Releasing a shockwave that throws Erend to the side like he weighed nothing.
“No!” Aloy finds her voice to scream for her companion. Rolling to the side to grab her bow, the Nora knocks a tear precision arrow and when the Ravager rears up again, she looses the arrow right into the sparker at the machine’s core. Sparks fly and machine parts scatter around from the blast, and the Ravager falls to the ground, the red light fading out completely from its now lifeless eyes.
“Erend!” Aloy calls to no response. With a quick scan of her focus showing not even a rabbit in their vicinity, let alone another machine, the huntress rushes to the Oseram. She barely feels the harsh way her knees crash into the ground beside him. The man isn’t moving save for the barely there breath rising and falling his chest. “Erend?” Aloy cups his cheeks with both hands, running a thumb through his mutton chops. “Erend, please wake up,” her voice is a shaky thing that Aloy doesn’t recognize as she gently shakes his head, but nothing.
Checking him for physical injuries and finding none, Aloy tucks him into the bush and sets up shock wires around him to ensure he’s not harmed further. She shoves some crushed medicinal bright omen into his mouth just to be safe, knowing the miraculous healing the mushroom has given her more times than she can count. The Nora heads for the Charger herd she saw a little ways back so she can override one and get him back to Meridian. He needs a healer.
Luckily with a Charger, the ride back to Meridian takes half the time it took to get into the wilds in the first place. When they reach the gates, she finds two Vanguardsmen standing post along with Carja soldiers. One of the men she recognizes from the battle at the Spire, but she can’t remember his name unfortunately. No matter, when he sees them, the Oseram shouts for the gate to open. Quickly saying something to the Carja soldier, he runs off and the Vanguard rushes to meet them.
“What happened?” The man is trying his best not to sound frantic, but the worry for his captain seeps through and Aloy can’t blame him one bit.
“Ravager,” she says while she dismounts. “Shock cocoon. He needs a healer, now.” Aloy rattles off, unable to deal in lengthy conversation when Erend isn’t fucking waking up. Not waiting for him to lead the way, she knows this city like the back of her hand now, the Nora coaxes the Charger through the gates for the first time ever.
“Aloy?” Talanah calls as they pass the hunter’s lodge. “We just bring machines into the city now? Wait, is that…”
“Can’t talk right now,” the huntress says, keeping her pace, offering strained smiles to those staring in shock at the Charger.
The Sunhawk jumps the railing and falls in step beside her, “how can I help?”
She doesn’t really know what to say to that, so she just shakes her head with a shrug. Avad is waiting for them outside the healer’s building. What used to be just a tent was remodeled in the rebuild after the battle. She goes to help the healer and their assistants remove Erend from the Charger, but the Sun King catches her arm gently. The Nora couldn’t stop the snarl if she tried. Yes, that’s the King, the last person she should snarl at, but she has this fierce protective streak that she can’t shake.
Not to mention the worry pulling at her gut that if Erend is out of her sight for even a moment something terrible is going to happen.
“You got him here, Aloy,” Avad says softly, not at all offended. “He will have the best care, I promise. We have to let them do their job now.” The Sun King carefully pulls her arm away from the Oseram and Aloy’s shoulders lose all of their tension and her eyes start to burn. “Come on, let’s get you inside, you can sit behind the drape and we’ll get you a drink for those nerves.”
The huntress only nods, allowing Avad to keep hold of her arm while wrapping his other around her shoulder. Talanah’s hand rises to her shoulder blades to offer her some stability as they duck into the healer’s place.
Avad helps her past the silhouettes dancing along the cloth separating the main room from where Erend is. The sparker lights not doing much more than letting her see the movement of the healer and his assistant move back and forth in the space and the Oseram’s body still as ever. Sitting down on the plush couch, the Nora puts her weapons on the floor beside them, her eyes never leaving the moving shadows.
She starts to bite her thumb nail.
Not even watching Vala and Bast die right in front of her and then being attacked by Helis made her this nervous or scared. If anything, she was just unbelievably pissed off. Ready to fight. It comes close to seeing Rost sacrifice himself to save her, but even that feels like a different kind of care. This is much deeper inside her, slowly chipping pieces of her heart away.
“Here,” Talanah offers her a small, round bottle with dark blue liquid inside, “a tonic for the nerves.” The Nora tries to push it away, shaking her head that she doesn’t need it. Not entirely sure where her voice has gone to say such. “Aloy, you’re going to make your thumb bleed if you keep gnawing at it like that. Take it so I don’t have to.”
Begrudgingly, Aloy takes the drink, yanking the cork out, she downs it in one swallow. Her leg, which she didn’t realize had been bouncing, stops. “Thanks,” she manages to say.
“Can you tell us what happened?” Avad asks her. “Last I’d heard you weren’t taking anyone with you.”
“He followed me anyway, I’m assuming,” Aloy answers. Rolling the bottle in her hands, she scoffs and lets it slip from her grasp, the carpet preventing it from shattering in the small distance. “Then that Ravager showed up, surprising us both. I know we’ve fought bigger, but that one was smart. I didn’t know it was there until it lunged at me from the bush.” Putting her elbows on her knees, the Nora rubs her hands together, “Erend, of course, ran right up to it hammer swinging. Then the damn thing tossed him, pounced- I was terrified it was going to crush him- and then it shocked him. I haven’t been able to wake him up.” Tears well in her eyes and she looks at the Sunhawk, “what am I supposed to do if he doesn’t wake up?”
“Oh, honey,” Talanah reaches over to hold her hands, “I’m sure he’ll be okay. I didn’t see any blood and he didn’t look pale. He probably just needs to sleep it off.”
The healer walks out from behind the curtain, wiping his hands on a small towel, “that was smart of you to give him the bright omen. That really works wonders on someone’s health.”
“But?” Avad asks, hearing the word without the healer having said it. Just like she did.
“But,” the man winces, “I’m afraid I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Physically he seems fine. Aside from a few bruises on his arms and chest, though, the medicine she gave him has already almost healed them completely. There’s nothing that I can see as a reason for why he’s not waking up. I’m sorry, but the only thing we can do right now is wait.”
“W-wait?” Aloy jumps up from the couch, her voice rising, “wait?! For how long?!” Logically, she knows he’s being a little unreasonable. Emotionally, she’s a fucking mess. The only reason Erend is here in the first place is because of her. He’d never have gotten hurt if he hadn’t followed after her. If he dies because of her? Aloy would never be able to forgive herself. “He has to wake up,” the huntress nearly whimpers as she slumps back between her friends, dropping her head in her hands.
A hand rests on her shoulder and when the Nora looks up, she’s face to face with the healer. “And you are welcome to wait here,” the man offers with a gentle smile. “However long it may take. There’s a bedroll in his room if you’d like it. I’m sorry I can’t offer you more.”
“Thank you,” Aloy sighs, upset with herself that she yelled at the man who tried to help her. It’s not his fault there isn’t any information about something like this. But the Old Ones might. And she has all the data possible right on her temple. “Here,” she reaches into her shard pouch to pay the healer.
“Keep it,” the man holds his hand out. “For the Captain of the Guard and the Savior of Meridian, payment isn’t necessary. I’ll be upstairs if you need me or if something changes with him.”
She only nods her thanks. The second the healer turns his back, Aloy taps her focus, scrolling through the medical datapoints she’s found in her travels. She’s gone through a gross amount of files before the Nora realizes that her friends have been trying to talk to her. “Sorry, I’ve been going through texts from the Old Ones to see if they’ve ever dealt with something like this.”
“And?” Talanah perks up, knowing first hand how well their notations have assisted them in the past.
“There’s this one about someone who was in what they call a ‘coma.’ It’s a sleep that people can’t wake up from without help. But I don’t know if it would do much good.”
“Why do you say that?” Avad cocks his head to the side, “that sounds exactly like what’s wrong with Erend. Whatever they did, it couldn’t hurt to try.”
The huntress huffs out a breath, “it says that coma patients benefit from having their loved ones speak to them. This particular case it even woke the person up.” Aloy rubs an aggravated hand over her face, “but as far as I know, his parents aren’t around. And Ersa’s gone too.”
“But you’re not,” Avad tells her like that’s supposed to make sense.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Oh, please,” Talanah chuckles and pats her arm. “That man loves you more than his ale.”
Aloy pulls a face, “I don’t follow.”
“And we all know he’s the real reason you’ve agreed to make Olin’s old place your home,” Avad adds.
“If that’s supposed to be helpful-”
Talanah full on laughs now, “you can’t be serious.” Aloy waves her hands as her eyebrows rise. “You really don’t know?” The Sunhawk looks at her half amused half questioning. “Why do you think he followed you even after you told everyone you were going alone? You even went so far as to leave before anyone was awake, yet he still showed up.”
“Because he feels like he owes me a debt for Ersa.”
“By the Sun,” Avad groans, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his hands on his face. It’s the most human Aloy has ever seen the King act. She must really be missing the point here if he’s this put off. Sitting up as quickly as he fell, Avad asks, “I’ve never seen you lash out at someone trying to help you. At least not like that. Erend drinks one ale a day, if that, simply because you said it was bad for him.”
“And I have never,” Talanah scoffs, “and I mean never seen anyone make you smile the way that man can. You two are so far gone on one another and you can’t even see it. Look me in the eye, right now, and tell me that you’re not in love with Erend.” As if the Sunhawk’s face didn’t say it enough, she voices it as well, “I dare you.”
Aloy stops the knee jerk reaction of saying that she doesn’t. Because it doesn’t seem like she’s going to escape thinking about it this time around. But the, albeit well meant, scrutiny of the pair beside her on the couch is setting her teeth on edge. So the huntress pushes to her feet, walking over to draw back the curtain of the Oseram’s room.
She barely hears Avad whisper to Talanah, “if she’s going to tell anyone for the first time, it should be him. She’ll come find us if anything changes. Let’s bring his hammer back to his house for him…and get the Charger out of the streets.”
Talanha laughs.
Letting the fabric fall behind her, Aloy takes a shuddered breath seeing Erend laying on top of the table with a thin blanket covering him stomach down. Steering her thoughts away from the fact that the Captain’s shoulders and chest are covered in tattoos. His chest has a nice amount of hair that in any other scenario, she’d want to run her fingers through. She was also right, while Erend may not be chiseled, he’s fit with firm muscles that not even the blanket can hide and corded arms.
Sitting herself in the chair beside him, Aloy watches the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Grateful that he’s at least of all doing that. But she wants to see those gorgeous, icy blue eyes. She wants to hear him laugh and ask her for his two minutes. Hear him call her fire hair and teach her how to secure her gifted Oseram armor, 'no better quality than armor forged in the Claim.' Armor she's still wearing today. If she's being honest with herself, Aloy just wants to see him smile and be able to wrap his arms around her in a hug because 'Oseram’s hug better than anyone.' And it's true. Since saving Meridian, Aloy has had her fair share of hugs, but none of them have even come close to how it feels when Erend holds her.
She feels safe. Protected. Like she's home.
All Mother…she loves Erend.
“Erend?” Aloy clears her throat of its tentativeness. As though she’s suddenly scared to talk to him about something. He’s always been an amazing listener for her. “I know that I don’t know a whole lot about feelings and love and relationships, but…” Goddess, how is she supposed to say this? The Nora reaches out to hold one of his hands, “but I’d like to think I’m getting there. Erend, there isn’t a single person in the world who makes me feel like you do.”
If she wasn’t so focused on every aspect of the Captain, she’d have missed the way his hand twitches in her palm. A barely there movement, but a movement nonetheless.
It gives her the encouragement to keep going. “I remember the first time I overrode a Tallneck and rappelled down as it shocked all the machines in the surrounding area. Not even that gave me as much of a rush as chasing after Dervahl with you. When I mounted a Charger for the first time, that didn’t make my cheeks ache with a smile like you can. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe I didn’t realize you were flirting with me when you said ‘she likes me’ before the battle.” Aloy looks down and rubs the nape of her neck with her free hand, “I think at the time I still wasn’t sure how to recognize feelings and attraction that I just clammed up and thought you were teasing me.”
“I was teasing you, of course, but I was hoping there was some truth to what I’d said,” Erend groans.
“But I understand now,” the huntress continues, not believing she had heard his voice. Imagination is quite the thing. “Erend, I love you. And I think I’ve loved you for a long time now,” Aloy looks back up to find blue eyes watching her intently. “Erend?” She blinks hard, worried her vision is failing her now as well. When the scene before her doesn’t change, Aloy can’t help herself, crying “Erend!” before throwing herself at the Oseram.
He lets out an “oof,” when she crashes into him, but wraps his arms around her just the same. Curling his fingers in her hair and the other around her waist as Aloy holds him tightly. “Not that I want to complain,” Erend chuckles in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, “but my rib smarts a bit.”
“Right,” she sniffles, happy tears streaking her cheeks as she tries to back away, “sorry.”
“Now hang on just a sec, darlin’,” Erend wipes a tear from her cheek before lacing his fingers back in her flame colored locks. “I said it hurt, I didn’t say you had to stop,” the Captain grins and she settles herself, resting her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. “I heard you talking and thought I might’ve still been dreaming. Aloy, I lo-”
“Nice to see you awake, sir,” the healer interrupts them. It takes everything in the huntress to bite away her remark, reminding herself he’s here to help and Erend has made no move to let her go. “I’ve already inspected all I can while you were under, if there’s nothing more you need from me, you’re free to take your leave whenever you’re ready.”
The Oseram’s arms squeeze her just so, “I think I’ve got all I need right here. Thanks doc,” Erend says.
Judging by the sound of retreating footsteps, the healer made his leave. “Are you up to walking?” Aloy asks, lifting her head to find him already looking at her. “W-what?”
He just shakes his head with a fond smile, “nothing. I just love you,” Erend tells her, painting her cheeks with a red burn when he pulls her in for a kiss. It’s gentle and sweet and Aloy can feel every emotion they’ve never acted on pouring into one another’s mouths like the first drink in the desert.
She didn’t realize how badly she’d needed this feeling until now. She’d much rather get him home and more comfortable first. Breaking the kiss, Aloy rights herself, “I’ll let you get dressed. I have to grab my bow and spear real quick.”
When she turns to leave the Oseram catches her hand, “you’re not running off again, are you?”
“No,” Aloy smiles, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead, “I promise I’ll wait for you before I leave again. Get dressed, I’ll be right outside.” The huntress does exactly that. Grabs her weapons and thanks the healer one last time before waiting outside the building for Erend to meet her. When he does, he’s only put the yellow and white striped shirt on and has his armor slung over his shoulder. “You ready?” She reaches her hand out and the Captain takes it with a nod. “Your place or mine?”
“Whichever is closer,” Erend grins, “I could use a nap.”
Aloy laughs as they walk through the city, “as if I’m going to let you go to sleep anytime soon. You really scared me. I might never let you sleep again.”
“Depending on the reasoning, I might be okay with that,” he winks at her and the Nora’s cheeks burn with another blush. “I’m sorry I scared you though, I’ll do my best not to do that again. As long as you hold up your promise not to leave without me. I know I can’t keep you here, and I’d never try to. But at least let me come with you.”
“I promise,” Aloy agrees, smiling when Erend kisses the top of her head.
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Varl and Erend watching Aloy try to ‘negotiate’ with the gate guards at Baren Light is the best
#hfw#textpost#erend#varl#pretty sure I already said smth like this during my first playthrough#but I still love it
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Horizon Zero Dawn Complete Edition Gameplay [A Seeker at the Gates] #ASeekerattheGates by Thirsty Gamer
#horizonzerodawn #horizonzerodawngameplay CHAPTERS TIMECODE: 00:00 Beginning 00:55 Talk With Olara 04:37 Test the Override Device on a Machine 05:26 Talk to Varl 17:13 Mother's Crown Village 24:44 Talk to Marea at mother's Crown 31:06 Clear Corrupted Zones (1/2) 39:03 Clear Corrupted Zones (2/2) 42:42 Go to the Carja Border Fort 44:16 Talk to the Commander of the Carja Border Fort 44:40 Exit the Carja Fort Horizon Zero Dawn Complete Edition is an action role-playing game developed by Guerrilla Games and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. It is set in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by robotic creatures, where players take on the role of a skilled hunter named Aloy as she embarks on a journey to uncover the truth about her past and the world she lives in. The game features an open-world environment, a diverse set of robotic creatures to battle and tame, and a compelling story with multiple quests and side missions. The complete edition includes the base game and all downloadable content, including The Frozen Wilds expansion, which adds a new area to explore and new story content. ♥ CONNECT WITH ME: ➜ My Another Channel: https://goo.gl/BKk4jo ➜ My Facebook Profile: https://bit.ly/2HOOghw ➜ My Website: https://goo.gl/PYT6yV About: Thirsty Gamer is a YouTube Channel, where you will find all the latest and trending PC gameplay with all trainer cheat code and lots of entertainment :):) Please LIKE ✯ COMMENT ✯ SUBSCRIBE ★★★★Thanks for watching! Please leave a like if you enjoyed it and tell me what you think in the comments! Thanks ★★★★
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The banner saga egil
#THE BANNER SAGA EGIL PC#
#THE BANNER SAGA EGIL DOWNLOAD#
No event or battle was played twice they were replayed a lot to get better results though. The events unlocked and the parts revisited are logic sensible and in chronological order. This save file is technically totally legit if RNG allowed for it and Rook wasnt a retard. I did modify the save file several times to go back to several locations and visit locked events but I never added resources. With the variables set for the caravan well being I fought at the gates x4. day 3&4: ash mead fight (only fought the battle once but got both rewards by sneaking with oddelif) Get permission to destroy a varl landmark.
I killed onef before his betrayal to keep Egil and Ekkil alive (variable in the save file) Whew.Egil made it the whole way Defeat an enemy with a Bowmaster.
Refer to Beat the Odds on keeping Egil alive.
I sleept at the lake town for the fights Stay outside Frostvellr (feel free to ambush the supply wagon for extra renown).
Before leaving the city I restarted the chapter and stayed outside fighting dredges.
Recruited Onef and assaulted the food supplies getting item and extra battle.
The gates were breached with Iver to save days. This has hopefully been fixed for good this time round.
Stayed outside Frostveller then played chapter again with same save and stayed inside. Egil is literally dying so much its breaking the causality of the game.
The only good event i missed is the one that gives back the stolen supplies with some kids. I reloaded a lot to get the random events I wanted. I recruited everyone possible and never let anyone leave, all events and decisions were the most optimal for the situation, like i.e getting morale +40 instead of a crappy lvl2 item(hogun event).ĭuring events I prioriticed recruiting>battle>resources Once i hit 0 supplies just hours from reaching wyrmtoe, not sure if this cancels the achivement. Today, almost all Web pages contain JavaScript code, a programming language scripts executed by the Web browser. If you enable JavaScript, this message will disappear.
#THE BANNER SAGA EGIL PC#
I barely slept but had to renounce to several rewards in events to keep it high and farm random encounters. Trainers, cheats, walkthrough, solutions, hints for PC games, consoles and smartphones. No crappy Items (a couple from statues).Fasolt is level 5 to be able to equip an item for BS2 (other people too now.ALL battles were fought, even those exclusive (I went back in time in the save).EGIL is alive and so is EKKILL (I killed Onef before his treason in the save file).Day 119 in Boersgard just before picking the shooter.
#THE BANNER SAGA EGIL DOWNLOAD#
Just download rook or alette to play as her. You can now just import to BS2, no need to intall BS1.
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got to the part in hzd where they kill off rost 🥲
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god…this game has been everything I wanted and more… 😭😭 finally reached the forbidden west and MAN I’m loving it just as much if not more than the original. hzd holds such a special place in my heart and I can’t believe hfw has lived up to the hype that I had for it. my heart is just overwhelmed with joy and excitement every time I play it and every time I see aloy just being her badass self. cannot WAIT to see what happens next!!! 😮💨😮💨😍😍
#that scene of aloy trying to get the gates to the forbidden west opened gave me life#and erend and varl being there for aloy just…OOF#PRETTY SURE talanah eventually showing up is going to outright kill me#horizon forbidden west#hfw#horizon#junk
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Thess vs the Daunt
So, we're back to bullet-pointing how I'm going at Horizon: Forbidden West so far:
Okay, awesome, I can talk to old friends-- Wait. Is Avad going to hit on me again?
...Yyyyyyyyyyep. Nice try adding "when this is over", dude, but you do realise that this is not something I can think about right now? Why not try "once I set the throne aside for the little bit", okay? 'Cos I would be shit in a palace.
I ... honestly don't remember some of these people, but they're doing okay, so all's good.
WHY ARE YOU NOT LETTING ME GET RID OF VENDOR TRASH? Instead you want me to only stick my "reprogramme the machines" doohickey on the shiny new spear I got? (Which is good because mine dissolved, apparently, Because Reasons. Because Reasons sometimes suck.)
Wait, why are we talking about leaving in the morning for a ride that'll take a couple of days when we really want to get there in time for this meeting with the angry dudes? I mean, you're warrior-hunters. Surely you can manage a bit of a ride before sunset?
...Oh. That's why. Bye, Varl. I'm sure you'll follow eventually, because you Be Like That, but it'll take you awhile because I have the "reprogramme the machines" doohickey and all you've got is a Focus. Sorry, dude, but I'm about to probably-die like twenty-eight million times out there.
Okay, so what's going to be the problem that I have to solve before I can go to this Diplomacy Jamboree? ...Machines in the way, huh? I do not get you people - they die like anything else! But fine, fine; you need me to kill machines, that be what I do.
...Excuse me Mr Smug Sundom Man, you said what? And yet I have to help you. Well, I'm really helping me. You're just a somewhat unwanted bonus. Now shut up and if you call me a slave-girl again I will demonstrate why I am the Saviour, and if you're lucky it'll just be by throwing chunks of dead machine at your head.
Okay, fine, I may wander a little first. Just to pick up some fast travel points in the area. ...Hrm. Mine. And distressed Oseram. I like the Oseram. Lemme see if I can be of help. ...Dudes trapped in collapsed mine? I can handle that-- Oh. This says level 5. I am level 3. Well, fuck it, I'll manage anyway. This is story mode.
Mrrrrrrrrr WHY WILL YOU NOT LET ME SHOOT AT THE BURROWERS WHILE I'M CROUCHED IN THIS NICE CONVENIENT ENTRYWAY?!? Fine, fuck it; I'll use the stupid spear if you're so hot and horny for me to have melee combat. Assholes.
Maybe I should try platformers again. I always think I'm going to be bad at them and yet I manage these games pretty damn well and they're basically platformers with fighting mechanics attached half the time.
Aaaaaaaaand BOOM. Now, how the fuck do I get up to that ladder? I want to access that cache up there. Hrm. Well, maybe I'll skip it and pull these crates out of the gap I need to navigate-- Wait. There's yellow on top of these crates. Lemme get up to... "Pull Crate"? Oh. Ooooooooh. Drag drag drag RIGHT under the ladder and... YES! UP I GO.
Okay, I wanna know what tools I need to open those other bits and why the hell I'd want to come back here for them. Besides, like, practice.
Yeah, your guys are safe but they could probably use some help that is not me because they're kind of embarrassed about being rescued-- Wait, who forces you to work in insane dangerous places and conditions? Oh, come on; I thought it was just the Carja that did this bullshit!
Right. Apparently my tendency to hunt ALL THE THINGS as I go means that I can basically upgrade most of my shit right out the gate. Now I have done that and it's on to Chainscrape--
ULVUND YOU ARE A SHITHEAD. This "playing political games with people for your own gain" bullshit is what got the human race into this mess in the first place! I don't know if this is a comment about human nature or what, but I also guess that any of the lessons of history we needed to learn so we weren't doomed to repeat them were lost when APOLLO went screwy. FUCK.
Aww, Milduf. Trying to deal with the needs of striking workers; I hear you. And I will get you ALL THE INGREDIENTS. Just ... one question. Could we maybe have a thing where I can build myself a grill and make my own buff-inducing food? No? Okay fine. Here's your bitterleaf and meat and lemme just go get you your grill. (I WANT A COOKING MECHANIC THOUGH.)
Petra! YOU I remember! Hi! ...No, not really into playing board games, thanks. For a game that's about me saving the world, you give me all the wrong extraneous shit sometimes, y'know? I want the cooking mechanic, not the board game mechanic!
YES I AM GOING TO GO FIND EREND I JUST WANT TO GET THAT ONE LAST FAST TRAVEL POINT-- Wait. What's this satellite dish? Shiny lens? I am allowed to take? HEY I FOUND A COLLECTIBLE! This makes up for the metal flowers that turn up here being somewhat different than the metal flowers from the last game, which I cannot pick but are apparently ... traversal aids, if you get the right parts? Weird.
What is the green shiny rock? Eh, who cares; it'll be useful at some point. Right. Fast travel points. Upgrades - including for shit I will never use. Onward to Barren Light and points surrounding!
I'm going to get a fair bit more done today, mind you. See, I kind of forgot that it was Good Friday today and thus a bank holiday. If it weren't for a friend of mine's Facebook post, I would have had the alarm and getting up and logging into the work machine and wondering what the fuck was going on with the typing queue. As it is, I did wake up briefly about an hour before my alarm, but I just went back to sleep after that. Now I have to go out before everything closes (early for the bank holiday) so I can pick up some bits and pieces like pain meds and maybe something nice for dinner. I mean, I did get the big grocery shop delivered yesterday, but that was basics for meals for the month. I mean something special. Just not sure what yet. I should figure that out before I leave the house, huh?
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There’s an ache in her chest as she watches the spear strike him down from across the field, a genuine hurt she wouldn’t expect for someone she’d just met. In all the battles she’s fought, Aloy’s found it hasn’t gotten any easier watching good men and women, good people she’s spoken with and been fond of, be brought down by an enemy’s blade. And even only having spoken with him for a bit just here outside Barren Light, Aloy knows the sight of Fashav falling is one she won’t forget any time soon.
In the end, the field is covered with blood and machine parts, casualties on both sides though the Tenakth she fought alongside have suffered greater losses than the machine riders. A few are left standing, one marshal that she can see who’s arm was mangled and removed by the bristleback he faced. And Varl is alive, thank All Mother and the sun god and whatever else could be looking down on them. The gates are opening back up finally and she’s eager to get him to a healer before she makes her way west. And then she hears it.
“Someone get a stretcher! He’s alive! Fashav’s alive!”
She has no idea how, not the faintest clue how the man could’ve survived what had looked like a fatal injury, but sure enough a few kestrels are rushing out with a stretcher to carry back to Carja territory. And without knowing she’d been holding her breath in the first place, she lets a sigh of relief out as she and Varl slowly make their way to follow.
It’s a miracle, a blessing that she wouldn’t have anticipated nor allowed herself to hope for. And it makes her think maybe there isn’t just impending doom on her horizon.
@drelizabetsobek
#idk what this is I just had a thought#I’m always down for an au where fashav lives#hfw spoilers#aloy#fashav
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Varl at the gates
It’s a bit hard to capture what’s going on on the other side of the gate, because there’s a sequence that starts to put the elements of the cut-scene in place as soon as you get in a certain range.
Before you get to it, Varl is still fighting the sawtooth, but when you close in, the sawtooth falls and the other Nora come closer.
Also, Varl stays there and does some watcher dismantling after you’ve finished talking with him.
Also, I’m still here, I just had a really REALLY stressful september, and october is shaping up to be relentless on the work side.
My 6 fanarts I was supposed to do a while back fell by the wayside (even tho I actually did some roughs already) so I have no idea when I’ll be able to do that.
I’ve got so much more exploration stuff I recorded, too.
I hope I can find the time to make all this stuff and post it before next year ^^;
#hzd#hzd photomode#horizon zero dawn#ps4#guerrilla games#ps4 games#video games#horizon zero dawn pc#hzd pc#aloy#hzdedit#beyond the horizon#varl#nora#sawtooth#hzd machines#hzd varl
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