The night before the operations began, Elayna sat in the basement along with the rest of her comrades, fervently brewing and refining mixtures from some samples Sasik had given her in payment for her help. He had given her some some wheat and fennel seeds from Cyrodiil. The seeds had quite a few negative aspects, including a nasty joint-locking effect if not prepared correctly. She'd know; It was fennel seeds that played a role in her grandfather's temporary paralysis when he ingested one Elayna's first potions.

As she was so enthralled with her work, Elayna almost neglected to listen to Zaveed's explanation of the situation. Almost. She knew that she had to be completely clear with everything going on. The Breton would also have to decide on who to go with. While her first intention had been to aid in the distraction, she wasn't exactly sure how to create such a thing. It seemed Blade had that area covered, anyways. Instead, she settled on going with those attending to the prison break. The young Alchemist was sure that she could help tend to any wounds and lack of strength that the prisoners might have had. The wheat and fennel seed mixture could revitalize the weary souls, and help heal damaged muscle for battle. There was no doubt that she would most likely take the life of a guard or two, but in such a situation, it couldn't be helped.

After the explanation, she'd managed to concoct two vials of revitalizing brew, enough to pass around to the prisoners. There was some muddled leftovers, a mishmash of less savory alchemic aspects that sort of cancelled each other out to create a generally null poison. Normally, Elayna would throw out such a byproduct, but seeing the amount of effort it took to get these ingredients, she was encouraged to waste as little as possible. Her eyes heavy, she closed them for a brief rest before the sun dawned with the rebellion.

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As the early morning came over the sandstone buildings of Helgathe, Elayna moved with Zaveed and the others on their way to the prison. The group was spread out, enough to not be noticed, with their Khajiit leader stumbling in front. From Elayna's spot near the middle of the group, it seemed like an awfully familiar motion for him. She shook her head with a grin, before remembering the dagger at her hip, concealed by folds of lavender fabric. Right...business.

Their destination was fast approaching, and Zaveed quickly set into character and action. Elayna hung back momentarily as he took down the first guard with ease. The second began to make his move, and the Breton had one of two choices; She could mimic Zaveed, running up and planting her blade in the guard's belly, or use an Ice Spike to dispatch him. With her distance, she wouldn't make it in time before he fully raised his guard. The Ice Spike would have to suffice. Pooling her magicka into her palms, and focusing on her intent, the Alchemist formed the frozen projectile and sent it forth. However, the lesser amount of moisture in the air restricted it's size, creating a streamlined missile which flew faster than before. The sickening sound of flesh being pierced played in what seemed to be her ear's alone, as the spike hit the second guard.

A headache pounded in her skull, the extra strain from focusing so hard so quickly clearly evident. But she did better this time, didn't she? Elayna looked to the body, then to Zaveed. 

No...she'd never get used to it. Only more numb.