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Posted by: Acadian Mar 10 2011, 02:05 PM

This book began with Buffy being briefly incarcerated in the Imperial Prison, and will end as she attempts to bring freedom to the city of Kvatch. It is a sprawling story that will require more than 150 episodes, spread over five threads. Appropriately, I have nicknamed Book 1, 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?'

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4474 included episodes 1-26.

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4516 began with a brief recap of thread one, then included episodes 27-56.

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4546 began with a brief recap of thread two, then included episodes 57-84.

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Please allow me to offer a small summary of our previous thread that I hope might prove useful as a review, or for those who are joining us in progress:

Thread three began with Buffy's sixteen-part miniseries called 'The Leyawiin Expedition'. In Leyawiin, Buffy completed Daedric Shrine quests for Nocturnal and Sanguine. She befriended the orc, Mazoga and the two ladies became Knights Errant of the White Stallion. Buffy learned much of courtly ways and convinced Count Leyawiin to send a soldier named Sergeant Lucilius Marcus to Kvatch to help Savlian Matius. Buffy also convinced Captain Caelia Draconis, of the Leyawiin guard, to send letters to her counterparts in each of the other cities requesting that they consider following Count Leyawiin's example of providing some assistance to Kvatch.

Dagail, of the mages guild, helped Acadian gain the power of speech to augment his telepathic ability.

As Buffy prepared to leave Leyawiin, she and Acadian pondered the wisdom of their course. Trying to learn how to defeat Mehrunes Dagon's Oblivion Gate at Kvatch by consulting other Daedra Lords had yielded no answers. They agreed to seek the advice of the only Daedra Lord who had helped Buffy at all - Azura.

After visiting and obtaining the advice of Azura, Buffy made her way to the Daedra Lord Peryite. There she discovered that her paladin was actually an ancient Nordic dragonrider who perished centuries ago along with his ice dragon, Phantom. Fellow dragon Peryite was intrigued enough to offer Buffy the opportunity to learn what she sought - how to survive Oblivion and fight Daedra. And fight she did, emerging from Peryite's plane as a Daedra Slayer.

Buffy than asked the Arcane University for assistance to Kvatch. After investigating a matter at Wellspring Grove for Raminus Polus, Buffy earned a promise that her request would be taken to the Council of Mages. Raminus told her it would likely be two weeks before the Council would convene and that he would send word to Buffy's guild chapter in Bravil when he had a decision for her.

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Now, for those newer readers who would like to catch up to us in one short sitting, you might find this helpful: http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4874

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We now join Buffy as she arrives in Bravil and begins a massive storyline called 'The Tournament of Archers'. Although it will span less than two weeks of the bowgirl's young life, it will require this entire thread and approximately thirty five episodes for her to tell the tale.


It was fall harvest time, and the air was cool enough that Superian's unlabored breathing created clouds of mist in the moonlight. As the warm moisture drifted back and encountered my cooler body, her breath turned to droplets. After a night of riding, I was wet and chilled.

Finally, streaks of morning sunshine began to slip between the trees and blaze cheerful beams across our path. The elusive kisses of warmth on my left side were welcome. Birds were beginning to flit and dance now, among the branches that formed a canopy above the Green Road.

We had not stopped, except for the occasional bandit or animal attack since leaving Harm's Folly. Helping Corrick had been the right thing to do, but I was aching to get home. I still had almost two weeks before I might expect word from the Council of Mages regarding help for Kvatch. I looked forward to spending the delay in Bravil.

Gradually, the leafy canopy fell behind us, yielding to thinner forest and an occasional glimpse of the Upper Niben as it began to widen. The sun had climbed, and now fully bathed us in its delicious warmth. As familiar walls surrounding the City of Mara came into view, my heart joined the birds overhead in song. I leaned forward to pat Superian's neck. "We're finally home, girl."

"Hail Bu- I mean Dame Buffy!" The booming voice came from a mail-clad soldier, wearing the surcoat of a Bravil guard. As I got closer, I recognized the smiling Imperial standing post at the bridge to the city's gate.

"And hail to you, Gladius." I reined Superian to a stop next to the man and slid to the ground. "That's the first and last time I expect to hear that 'Dame' stuff from you," I playfully chided. "Wherever did you hear such a thing anyway?"

"A Legion rider by the name of Lucilius Marcus passed through here some time ago on his way from Leyawiin to Kvatch, and spoke of you. He said they dubbed you a knight errant down there. Is it true that you talked Lord Leyawiin himself into sending help to Kvatch?"

"True enough I guess, Gladius. I really don't care for titles though. I just want to be a simple girl from Bravil." Extending both arms to emphasize my simple hunting attire I pleaded, "Seriously, do I look like a knight? Just Buffy. Please?"

"Fair enough, Buffy." The professional soldier's weathered face creased into a warm smile. "Welcome home."

"Thank you. . . my friend." Although the words were a little hard to say, they were justified.

I led Superian to the Bay Roan Stables and started uncinching her saddle.

Gladius Maro had killed my beautiful friend City Swimmer. The Argonian had stolen from the chapel then resisted arrest with her dagger. The guard had given City Swimmer every opportunity to yield, but she persisted in her attack. She was no match for the veteran swordsman who was forced to cut her down.

I remembered drawing my bow against Gladius in anger, then realizing City Swimmer's death was her own fault. I knew Slayer could not ease my grief, and yielded to the guard. Gladius had gently placed his hand upon my shoulder as I wept, the lifeless City Swimmer in my arms. He had also provided a strong and steady arm than helped keep me from breaking down at the Argonian's simple funeral.

"Well, how's my girl?"

Startled, my thoughts of Gladius evaporated and I turned my head toward the cheerful words. The stable hand, in rough clothes, produced an apple and offered it to Superian. He then joined me in removing the mare's tack and grooming her.

"I'm sure she's missed you, Antoine." I gave the ruddy-faced Breton a handful of coins. "She quite adores you and the way you spoil her."

Antoine looked at the gold, then pocketed it. "You always pay more for Superian's care than you need to, Buffy. I like your mare, and would treat her my best without your extra money."

"I know that, Antoine." I shrugged. "Much of my gold does indeed go for Superian's care. My needs are simple though, so I don't miss it"

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As I opened the door to the Mage's Guild, I noticed a small figure with his back toward me speaking to Ardaline. A bow and quiver rode outside the black traveling cloak he wore, and his hood was drawn back upon his shoulders. He ran a hand through unkempt brown hair, displaying the distinctive ears of a wood elf.

Ardaline saw me as I approached and I heard her say to the Bosmer, "Just a moment please." She then grinned, and quickly moved from behind her alchemy counter to give me a fierce hug. Breaking away and stepping back, the Altmer wagged an elegant finger. "You've been gone entirely too long. The only news of you we get is an occasional 'Buffy sighting' from the odd Legion soldier or Black Horse Courier rider.

"I know, I know," I said sheepishly. Changing the subject, I added, "Who's your friend?"

"I'm sorry," said Ardaline as she looked at the elf. "This is Aradroth. He recently moved here to Bravil. Aradroth, this is Buffy." Ardaline looked down at me and continued sternly, "She lives in Bravil too, but you wouldn't know it sometimes. Buffy's a fine illusionist and about the best archer around - well, except for Daenlin of course."

"G'day Buffy, how ya going?" As the elf extended a hand, his unusual words revealed an exotic accent I couldn't place. The polite smile did not match his slate gray eyes. They were cold, bored or devoid of passion - I couldn't determine which. They were also somehow familiar.

I offered my hand also, but he reached past it to grip my forearm in a warrior clasp. His stature was short - less than mine even - but his hand was strong. Instinctively I grasped his forearm in return.

"Well met, Aradroth." Face to face now, I could see that under his cloak he wore a black leather raiment. A sheath was strapped upside down to his chest, restraining a dagger. There was an elven short blade attached to his sword belt.

As Ardaline and Aradroth concluded their business, I placed several portions of fresh ectoplasm into a bowl on the alchemy counter. The Altmer's pretty blue eyes lit up. "Thank you, Buffy. I was running low. I see you've just cleared the chapel's undercroft again." She produced some coins. "Is this enough for your efforts?"

I dropped the gold into my coin purse without really looking and smiled. "Sure it is, Ardaline. I only need enough to board Superian, buy a few arrows and the odd bottle of Tamika's."

The blond Altmer giggled. "Remember the last time we shared some Tamika's? The pillow fight and fashion show? I thought Kud-Ei was going to kill us!"

"Oh yes!" I grinned. "If Delphine had kept her mouth shut, we might have gotten the feathers cleaned up before-"

"Ahem." Aradroth cleared his throat, looking understandably bored. "Shock poisons?" The question, as he looked at the ectoplasm with a raised eyebrow, seemed more of a statement.

Without really thinking, I responded, "Well, that's one use, although the resulting poison can be a bit heavier than other options. Lighter weight poisons with more lethal and immobilizing effects can be created if-" Suddenly I noticed Ardaline staring at me, her mouth agape. I couldn't help but see a flicker of interest in Aradroth's eyes however. "-um, I mean, at least that's what they told me in alchemy class. Ardaline and I mostly use it in our hair conditioner recipe." I didn't add that the Bosmer's unruly brown mane could certainly benefit from some conditioning.

The smile from Aradroth did not extend to those gray eyes. He tipped two fingers to an eyebrow. "Ladies." Wheeling, he then pulled the cloak's hood over his head and made for the door. The lithe, effortlessly quiet exit revealed that he was no stranger to the ways of stealth.

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Daenlin's face burst into a grin as I entered the Archer's Paradox. "Buffy! Welcome home." He grabbed both my hands and held them out to my sides as he inspected me. "You look wonderful, but a little underfed." He craned his head to peek into my quiver and frowned. "Getting a mite low back there don't you think?" Without giving me a chance to speak, he glanced at the wood elf in the corner of his shop inspecting arrows. "Have you met Aradroth?"

Finally, I pulled my hands free and gave the balding Bosmer a kiss on the cheek to shut him up. "Yes." I smiled. "I'm low on arrows, it's wonderful to be home and I've met Aradroth." I then added, "Daenlin, I need twenty broadhead elven arrows and five of those enchanted armor-piercing ones."

"That mix sounds like a beauty. I'll have the same," said Aradroth.

Daenlin scratched his head. "Not exactly deer hunting fare, you two. Let me check my stock on the second floor."

I watched Daenlin as he climbed the stairs, then turned to study Aradroth's unreadable face. I spoke first, "Given your arrow selection, it seems we've more in common than an appetite for poisons, yes?"

"So it seems," Aradroth replied with no emotion in his voice. He then cocked his head slightly. "Ardaline's a dear sheila but I believe I could learn more about the darker side of alchemy from you. Dinner? Perhaps Silverhome on the Water tonight at seven?"

I blinked, surprised at his matter-of-fact forwardness. Surely his interest in me couldn't be. . . no, I decided. Not with those cold, almost mean eyes. I expected his motive was curiosity. I was full of questions myself as I looked at his bow and curved elven short sword. I had no doubt he knew how to use them. Then, there was that intriguing black armor raiment and cloak. "I'm very flattered, Aradroth, but must decline. I'll be cooking dinner for Daenlin tonight like I always do upon returning to Bravil. I'm sure we can get together soon at my guildhall though."

Aradroth gave me a polite smile that did not reach his eyes. "I'll hold you to it. I hope that -"

"Well, you're both in luck in seems," interrupted Daenlin as he came down the stairs, his arms full of arrows. "Now, I've inspected each one of these." He began doling them out. "Have you heard? The archery tournament is to be held in Bravil this year, and within the week. I presume both of you will enter?"

I responded with a giggle and a curtsy. "Daenlin's Apprentice shoots where and when her master tells her to." I then gave him a meaningful look and added, "Oh, don't forget about dinner at my house tonight."

"We're not talking about living targets here, so what's the point, mate?" quipped Aradroth dryly.

Daenlin looked at the younger Bosmer and frowned. "Tsk tsk." Turning to me he winked. "Buffy, I see we'll have to work on our friend here. Oh, and how could I forget about our dinner date tonight?"

* From Buffy's scrapbook:

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Posted by: Ceidwad Mar 10 2011, 03:23 PM

Intriguing. Who is this cold individual and what role will he end up playing in Buffy's story? I look forward to finding out.

I don't know why though, but it just doesn't seem right to have a Bosmer say 'mate'.

Posted by: mALX Mar 10 2011, 05:54 PM

THE TOURNEY !!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!!!! And Buffy is home at last !!!


GAAAAH!!!! Aradroth!!!!!! ...BWAAAA! Snork, snork... the dark Wolf is very missed !!!!!


This is one of my all time FAVORITE Buffy episodes !!!! WOO HOO !!!!

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 10 2011, 06:09 PM

@Ceidwad: Aradroth is the character of another writer here at Chorrol, and is making a cameo here in the BF. You can find his home http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4439 The Aussie slang is how he is portrayed in the AF, and doubtlessly related to the author being an Aussie as well.


Yay! The Torment of Archers! I have been looking forward to this since BF 1.0.

The elusive kisses of warmth on my left side were welcome.
This is a clever way of telling us that Buffy is riding south. Once again, I loved the description of Buffy's early morning ride.

And I see not only a Buffy Sighting this episode, but an Aradroth one as well. Buffy better keep an eye on that Bosmer, he looks like trouble...

we might have gotten the feathers cleaned up before-

Posted by: TheOtherRick Mar 10 2011, 06:16 PM

WTG on starting your fourth thread Acadian! FOURTH THREAD?....I'm never gonna get caught up!

Posted by: mALX Mar 10 2011, 06:56 PM

GAAAAH! What's Teresa doing up in the IC? She better hurry back to Bravil! Will she bring Chance with her to flirt with Buffy and distract her from winning the Tourney? ROFL !!!

Posted by: Rihanae Mar 10 2011, 06:59 PM

Again, incredible read! Enjoyed it alot
You're very inspirational, hopefully Lissa's stories will become this popular. Cant wait for the next chapter

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 10 2011, 10:12 PM

Tourney time! And I've got visions of Errol and Olivia and Basil and Claude dancing in my head. Oh, and let's not forget Una and Herbert (Bess and Much) - that couple was so adorable!

It's good to see the Black Wolf again. He is sorely missed. Hopefully Aradroth's appearance means we will see more of our elusive friend again.

Posted by: Zalphon Mar 11 2011, 01:39 AM

Aradroth doesn't seem like a friendly, Buffy...Kill eet!

Posted by: King Coin Mar 11 2011, 02:38 AM

lol my thoughts as well.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 11 2011, 06:36 AM

Onwards and upwards! A great start to our fourth thread.

An intriguing introduction to our new friend. I actually kinda like him, so don't kill him, Buffy!

Also remember if you are ever in need of recipes, you know where to turn. The romantic dinner for two is my specialty, you know. well, maybe not quite that much on the romantic side, but you get the picture.

I look forward to seeing how you do in the archery tournament, as well.

Posted by: Linara Mar 11 2011, 08:13 AM

Finally caught up with the third thread, and now the fourth one...I have to agree, Aradroth is a rather interesting character. And I look forward to reading about the archery tournament.

Posted by: Grits Mar 12 2011, 04:58 PM

Congratulations on opening a new volume in your journal. How fascinating to contrast Buffy with Aradroth of the cold grey eyes! Shock poison or hair conditioner, what to do with that ectoplasm. If Aradroth has moved to Bravil, I hope we’ll see him again. This is my first time reading the Tournament of Archers, so everything will be a surprise. Buffy, if you do think of a tactful way to mention that someone’s hair would benefit from some conditioning, please share it!

Posted by: D.Foxy Mar 13 2011, 02:03 AM

I was full of questions myself as I looked at his bow and curved elven short sword. I had no doubt he knew how to use them.


Curved....as in Clintonesque????









Heheheh ole friend hooray on your new thread! Now I have baptized it with Dherty Innu Endo, it shall not be the same again!!!

Posted by: mALX Mar 13 2011, 02:09 AM

That would only work if she held it so the curve went sideways ...

Posted by: Acadian Mar 13 2011, 01:19 PM

In Episode 85, Buffy returned home to Bravil. She is hoping for a couple of quiet weeks there while waiting for the Council of Mages to meet and consider her request for aid to Kvatch.

Ceidwad- Thank you! Winter Wolf is the talented creator of Aradroth. Wolf hails from a land down under, as does Mrs Acadian, so Wolf and I yielded to the irresistible challenge of incorporating a couple touches of home to the mysterious elf in black. He will be a permanent resident in Buffy's Bravil. Well, that is as long as his dark past doesn't catch up to him.

mALX- Buffy is sooo glad to be home! I hope the tournament will be a fun backdrop as it weaves in and out of Buffy's visit home. Thank you!

SubRosa- As you well know, the tournament storyline is something very different for us. I normally eschew weaving together subplots, but Buffy will find herself immersed in several here. Your warm assistance and support with both 1.0 and 2.0 have been invaluable. Thank you!

Rick- Thanks! I post an 'executive summary' at the beginning of each new thread, summarizing the contents of the previous thread. Feel free to take a peek at those, then just jump right in with us. If you have a touch more time, you might also skim the 'in our previous episode' comments I make to open each post. Buffy might have some sort of a rudimentary plot buried somewhere around here - perhaps hidden at the bottom of her disorganized pack - but really it's more like a long running TV show. C'mon in!

Rihanae- I'm humbled by both your praise and the realization that our efforts have had an effect in helping to inspire the wonderful story of Lissa.

Rider- Thank you! Can you believe we made it all the way back to the Tourney for 2.0? My goodness, we've all been doing this for a delightfully long time now! Although Aradroth is absent from the next episode, he factors strongly in the two that follow. He then goes on to play a significant role in the tournament itself.

Zalphon- Aradroth clearly makes Buffy very nervous and she promises to be on her guard!

King Coin- Yup, Aradroth makes her spider senses go off, but it is too early to tell.

Thomas Kaira- Thanks! I agree, Aradroth has made no threat against Buffy, so she is likely to 'trust but verify'. How fortuitous that dinner for two is your specialty! Buffy tends to keep all her alchemy ingredients together, so her concern as she cooks dinner for herself and Daenlin in the next episode is to make sure that that she doesn't accidently do something like add nightshade instead of sage. Oh, and those differing types of mushrooms are always a challenge.

Linara- Thank you! I'm so glad you find Aradroth an interesting addition to Bravil, and hope you enjoy the tournament. Buffy's journey is more important than her destination, and that is particularly true in this storyline. My advice is to curl up with a warm mug of mulled cider and linger as Buffy tells you the lengthy tale of her visit to Bravil.

Grits- Thank you for that enthusiastic reception to The Tournament of Archers! I so hope you will like it. Oh my goodness, how to tactfully tell someone their hair needs a little help; Buffy will tackle that very challenge (albeit not with Aradroth) in Part 15, 'Lions, Horses and Blondes'. Woohoo!

Foxy- So wonderful of you to drop in, old friend. I shall consider the new thread now fully and properly baptized!

Kneeling in front of my fireplace, I smiled as I heard a key slip the tumblers in the lock protecting my home. A moment later, Daenlin closed the door behind him. "You're early, Master," I said as I turned the roasting vegetables.

"I was hungry," replied Daenlin. After setting a bottle of Tamika's on my table, he then leaned over me and planted a quick kiss on the top of my head. His hand then appeared in front of my face bearing a small bouquet of wild flowers. "What's for dinner?"

"Thanks for the flowers! You know where my vase and water pitcher are. Oh, I'm roasting things tonight. A farmer I met up at Harm's Folly gave me some fresh vegetables, and I picked up a nice cut of boar over at Silverhome on the Water." Rising to my feet, I blew at an errant lock of blond hair then brought some bread and cheese from my cupboard to the table. Daenlin arranged flowers and opened the wine. "Gilgondorin assured me the boar meat came from one of your kills. That magical chest enchanted with frost that he bought for the inn since my last visit is wonderful."

Soon, dinner was ready. Daenlin held my chair for me, as he always did, then joined me across the small table and we began to enjoy our meal together.

"So, Buffy, is it true what Gladius told me? You're now some kind of knight?"

"Yes," I replied as I sliced a piece of cheese and put it on Daenlin's plate. "I helped a new friend I met in Leyawiin who wanted to become a knight, and we both ended up getting dubbed knights errant by Count Leyawiin."

"This is delicious," remarked Daenlin, "and makes a nice change from venison stew. So are you a noble now? What do you have to do as a knight?"

"Thank you. I thought roasting everything would be something you might welcome. And yes, by title I'm a very minor noble but not really enough to impress anybody. Not that I would ever want to set foot in Castle Bravil, but being a member of the Court of Leyawiin can open a few doors. Mostly, my order keeps down the bandits that plague Blackwood. My fellow knight can easily handle that though, so Count Leyawiin has given me permission to pursue my own quest."

"A quest?" Daenlin paused, the piece of boar on his fork halfway between plate and mouth. "Nothing dangerous I hope?"

"Of course not," I lied. "I'm trying to help those brave soldiers defending Kvatch from the Oblivion Gate. Mostly researching how to close it and trying to sweet talk nobles and important people into providing some aid. That's where having the title of knight seems to help some. Probably the most dangerous part is all the travel, but having the fastest horse in Cyrodiil helps there."

Daenlin set his fork down. "I've known you since you were born. You're not one to care a wooden septim about affairs of the Empire. You only do things like this for people you care deeply about. Who is it?"

"You know me too well." I stared into my goblet as I swirled it, then raised my eyes to meet Daenlin's. "There's a soldier at Kvatch that I can't stop thinking about. His name is Savlian. I want to help him."

"Do you love this man?"

"I-I don't know. He's too devoted to his city to pay much attention to me, I'm sure. When I'm near him though, he makes me feel happy and scared and excited all at the same time. I find myself thinking about him a lot and wanting to be where he is. I figure there can be no chance for us though as long as that burning gate besieges his city."

The old Bosmer smiled. "Well I'm glad you don't plan on venturing into that gate. I remember quite some time ago the fright you gave me when I learned you had disregarded Gaius Prentus out on the mysterious island in Niben Bay and charged into that strange door."

I glanced at Slayer, resting patiently and unstrung on the rack that Daenlin had made for it. "That's where I found the lightweight powerful bow that has saved my life many times."

"I know." He placed a callused hand over mine. "A butterfly will die if one holds on too tightly, but knowing that doesn't ease letting her fly away. As far as those feelings tugging at your heart, take it from one who knows you well; any man would be lucky to bask in your glow."

"Thank you, Daenlin. You always say the right thing." After I added another log to the fire and brought a bowl of fresh strawberries to the table, we swung our chairs around so they were side by side in front of the fire.

"What does your guild think of you being a knight?" Daenlin asked.

"Well," I replied, "it would be a problem if I had a paid position like head of a chapter or an instructor at the University. If I was a guild service provider it would conflict as well."

"Service provider?" asked the elf as he kicked off his buckskin moccasins, stretched both legs and crossed his feet in front of the fire.

"Oh sure. Like here in Bravil for example. Ardaline handles the alchemical storefront while Ita recharges weapons." I giggled and added, "Delphine teaches brave souls how to blow stuff up. They each bring income to the guild and are compensated for it. Kud-Ei not only gets paid as the chapter magister, but also provides illusion training."

"But you don't do any of those things, Buffy."

"Correct, just like Carandial and Henantier. Rather than work at a chapter or the University and be paid for it, we actually pay dues to the guild instead. That way, we can pursue our own interests. Some of the biggest advances in magic have come from the brilliant and independent research of our mages who did not spend all their time hanging around the guildhalls. Oh, and we have to follow the tenets of the guild, of course."

After a sip of wine, I continued, "The Council of Mages decided long ago that keeping those of us trained in magic as members of the guild is in everyone's best interest. Mages who leave or are forced from the guild often cause us problems. For example, when I was seeking admission to the University, I got to help some battlemages subdue a non-guild mage who was using her knowledge of frost magic to rob merchants along the road to Anvil."

Daenlin nodded. "Didn't I hear about some rogue mage that was killed up in Chorrol some time ago?"

I sputtered some of my wine before I could lean over and grab a napkin from the table.

"Are you all right?" asked Daenlin as he started thumping a hand against my back.

"Sure I am," I replied, "if you'll stop hitting me. A sip of wine just started to go down the wrong way, that's all. Yes, that mage in Chorrol was named Earana. She had been kicked out of the guild and was using her magic to threaten people." I shrugged. "I guess she finally threatened someone who took exception."

"I hear Kvatch is destroyed," said Daenlin sadly. "Will you, and perhaps this soldier of yours, go back to the Court of Leyawiin after your quest is done?"

I stared into the fire. I had no idea if it was possible to escape from inside an Oblivion Gate as it closed; however, that was not a thought that needed to be shared with the dear elf who cared and worried about me so much. "I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Perhaps by then I'll no longer need to be a knight. Or perhaps. . . Daenlin, have you ever heard of a Knight Arcana?"

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and shook his head. "Is that like a battlemage?"

It was my turn to shake my head. "No, terms like battlemage are useful to describe a mage's abilities. My advisor at the University is a battlemage for example. Legion soldiers who attend the Arcane University, or mages who join the Legion are generally battlemages and assigned to the University. Kud-Ei is a spellsword, while I am a mystic archer."

"I thought Kud-Ei was an illusionist," remarked Daenlin as he scratched his balding head, clearly confused.

I smiled. "That's the magic school in which she is most proficient. Illusion is my primary specialty as well."

"No wonder all you mages are so smart, Buffy. You're making my head hurt. So what is this Knight Arcana you mentioned?"

"Arch Mages wield almost as much authority as county lords, in some ways more. Knights Arcana are knights, like others, but dubbed by the Arch Mage and sworn loyal to the guild of mages. There are very few of them and I'm sure it would take much more than killing a few bandits to earn the title. If I'm successful in helping Savlian, my efforts could mean freedom for Kvatch as well. I suppose the Council of Mages might then consider such a thing since I'm already a knight. After all, I would rather serve my guild and range across Tamriel than be bound to Leyawiin." Placing the bowl of strawberries on my lap, I plucked one out for Daenlin. "Open your mouth. Did I tell you what a harpy the Countess down there in Leyawiin is?"

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 13 2011, 02:17 PM

"Nothing dangerous I hope?"
"Of course not," I lied.
Lying to parental figures about the danger they are in seems to be a habit shared by all Bosmer Bowgirls!

Well I'm glad you don't plan on venturing into that gate.
Good thing she is not!

Some excellent pieces of world-building concerning the Mages Guild, putting much more sense to what you see in the game (where people join the guild to get free room and board, and the right to steal everything within, and never have to do anything for the guild in return). The non-working members paying dues makes perfect sense. Likewise the Knight Arcana is a very interesting idea (with a cool name to boot!). It certainly sounds more up Buffy's alley then a knight of a stallion.

"I guess she finally threatened someone who took exception."
My bet is that she annoyed Honditar so much by talking to him all the time, that he killed her just to shut her up!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 13 2011, 06:15 PM

A Knight Arcana, huh? I can see Buffy doing that much more easily than I can see her as a Knight of the Black Mare hunting Black Bow Bandits! And it makes more sense for her to have the ability to wander Cyrodiil to lend aid wherever needed (and probably will sit better with the old paladin as well).

I enjoyed the roasted boar right along with Daenlin. It's so wonderful to see the old guy and to eavesdrop on their conversation. I've always liked him, but I love him even more now after seeing him in the BF.

Posted by: mALX Mar 13 2011, 06:38 PM

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I can't say it any better than SubRosa did - she voiced my exact thoughts:

Buffy's true family, the people of Bravil - her coming home chapters are always my favorites !!!

AWESOME WRITE !!!! WOO HOO !!!!



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Posted by: Zalphon Mar 13 2011, 06:44 PM

Buffy and Knights...pfft. You used to be a rebel! A non-conformist! Now you're a knight is shiny, white armor!

Posted by: TheOtherRick Mar 13 2011, 06:46 PM

As it is with Maxical, so it is with Buffy. I am a very late joiner to these wonderful stories. While all of you are enjoying Chapter 86, I am still way back at Chapter 13. So I hope you all won't mind reminiscing when I post my comments...

Ch. 11 - Cave archery 101. I would say that Buffy passes with flying colors!

Absolutely priceless! So easy to picture Buffy here. And Erthor's non-stop babbling during the walk out was equally amusing.

Ch. 12 - Buffy veers from the MQ in this very poignant discovery of the fate of Kvatch and introduction to Savlian Matius. Great write!

Ch. 13 - I agree whole-heartedly with the comments of the time. The way you described Anvil was wonderful. I especially agree with h.e.rider and Olen about going into this unarmed. Looking forward to the outcome.

@ Acadian -

I actually considered doing what you suggest, but I would miss so much! It would be like watching the last season of 'Lost' after reading a synopsis of the previous seasons. So as long as it is okay, I would rather catch up in the way that I am, and post "history review" comments. Real life restricts my reading time, but I promise to catch up with you all ASAP.

Posted by: King Coin Mar 13 2011, 10:57 PM

I don't have much to add that hasn't been said already.

As usual I very much enjoyed this update. I hope Daenlin didn't arrive too early at Buffy's home because Aravi's bringing in some stuff to sell!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 14 2011, 10:30 AM

I had in mind this long, eloquent post in which I made profound and illuminated points about all that I have spent this weekend reading (all from Chapter 62, pg.3 of the last thread, thankyouverymuch). I planned to beguile you with insightful comments on the nature of friendship, love, loyalty, and trust. But all I can come up with is Acadian TALKS now??!!! And the Tournament has begun without me??!! I have been away too long! As wonderfully enjoyable as ever, my friend.

Posted by: Grits Mar 15 2011, 02:31 AM

What a lovely knight for a quiet dinner!

"A quest?" Daenlin paused, the piece of boar on his fork halfway between plate and mouth. "Nothing dangerous I hope?"

What? Does he think she uses her bow Slayer to pick flowers?!

"Do you love this man?"

Daenlin really gets to the point!! I like him.

Daenlin nodded. "Didn't I hear about some rogue mage that was killed up in Chorrol some time ago?"

Maybe Buffy heard about that when she was in Chorrol on her, uh, goldenrod picking expedition.

I had no idea if it was possible to escape from inside an Oblivion Gate as it closed; however, that was not a thought that needed to be shared with the dear elf who cared and worried about me so much.

The fact that Buffy is even considering going in there shows just how deeply she cares. And not for the Empire.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 15 2011, 03:11 AM

Ahh, boar. Wild pork. I prefer to roast mine on a clove of garlic with rosemary and thyme, along with a drizzling of virgin olive oil. 400*F for about 15 to 20 minutes, and you get a succulent, moist chop worth every bite. Great with cranberries, too!

Oh boy... this might not turn out well if Daenlin finds out exactly how she died.

Nice, relaxed chapter here that lets us take stock of the most recent musings of our blond bravilian butterfly, as well as reinforces her motivation for her deeds at Kvatch. Buffy would be most unhappy if Savlian were to die, I'm quite sure.

Posted by: Ceidwad Mar 15 2011, 09:16 PM

'Knights Arcana'? A thoughtful concept. It's a pity there was no such private Arch-Mage's bodyguard in the actual game. I must admit, it was rather disappointing to have risen all the way to the top of the Mages' Guild, only to discover I had only one Apprentice at my disposal.

Posted by: Acadian Mar 16 2011, 01:24 PM

In our last episode, Buffy prepared and shared a quiet meal with Daenlin. Topics at dinner between the two elves included Savlian, butterflies, knights and mages.

SubRosa- Oh my. I hope Simiplicia and Daenlin never get together to compare notes on their respective twig-children! It was previous conversations between you and I that inspired Daenlin to ask if there was a conflict between being a knight and being in the guild of mages. A very reasonable question that caused us to think it through. Thank you.

Rider- I agree with you about the Knight Arcana! I'm so glad you enjoy the BF Daenlin. Ya know how there are just some NPCs that are special? I figure Varel Morvayn is one of those 'precious' characters in JF. Your presentation of him will always flavor my view of him - and in a wonderful way. Thank you.

mALX- Thank you so much for those kind words. Yup, there are plenty of people in Bravil that are like family to Buffy.

Zalphon- Our blond micro-knight enjoys a couple of benefits from being a Dame. One is improved access to nobles. She never would have been able to arrange for an able sergeant/second in command for Savlian without her title. Secondly is her precious friend Sir Mazoga. Thanks!

Rick- Thank you for your kind words as you bravely continue catching up with us! After the tourney, I promise to slow our pace some. With so many stories posting so quickly, I think that will be a prudent improvement.

King Coin- Thank you! One of the wonderful things about Bravil is the midnight shopping! Just see Nordinor in the alley next to Nilawen's. That should help lighten Aravi's pack and fill her coin purse. Then she can peruse Daenlin's wares in the morning!

Destri- Magnificently dedicated job catching up on so many stories. Buffy has several godfathers and you, my friend, are certainly among them! Yes, Acadian talks! Both his and Superian's roles are expanded in 2.0 as you can see, and the telepathy limitation was a touch too limiting. We thought Dagail was the perfect way to help expand the voice in Buffy's head.

Grits- Now you see why we identified so strongly and were so impressed that Jerric was willing to close that gate even when he figured he might not survive. Buffy doesn't have the stones that Jerric has of course, but you sure nailed her motivation about that gate! Thank you for highlighting that.

Thomas Kaira- Yum! You're making me hungry talking about roast pork! Thank you for the kind words. We really do enjoy it when Buffy sits down for a one on one conversation with a friend. At least she managed to keep her nightshade and wisp stalks out of the roast.

Ceidwad- Yes! A Knight Arcana ranging across Tamriel in the service of her guild would certainly be a fine aspiration for Buffy. Perhaps that will give ghastley an idea for a mod! I agree that the Arch Mage job does seem like a let down to those who achieve it. Thanks!

I heard the whisper of a spell being cast, and opened my eyes to find myself engulfed in a haze of emerald magic. Panicking, I tried to jump from my bed but neither arms nor legs would respond. A looming face framed by a black hood filled my vision. The cold, gray and emotionless eyes of Lucien Lachance looked down at me.

Waking with a cry, I realized it was a dream and that I wasn't paralyzed. In fact, my hands were shaking as I rose from my bed. Chilled to the bone, I donned a doeskin fur robe and stirred the embers in my fireplace to life with a fresh log. Sitting close to the fire, I tried to absorb its heat as I briskly rubbed my shoulders.

"Why did I just dream about the Dark Brotherhood?" I said as much for my own benefit as for Acadian's. "My killing is not for hire. That dream was likely just a load of imp chips caused by allowing Daenlin to pour me a third goblet of Tamika's last night."

No, that wasn't quite true.

I was pretty sure what had prompted the dream. Since meeting the dangerous-looking elf, Aradroth, I had been trying to place what it was about him that seemed familiar. Now I knew. His gray eyes held the same hard coldness as those of Lucien Lachance.

It was almost dawn, so I filled my kettle and started heating water for tea. "Acadian, did you feel my dream?"

"Of course I did," he replied. "You made the right choice back at the Inn of Ill Omen."

I nodded. "You're right. I almost killed Rufio. Indeed, had I known the poor girl who was his victim, I likely would have been swept into the Dark Brotherhood. I'm guessing Aradroth chose differently than I." I picked up my looking glass and peered into it, wondering if my eyes would have grown cold like those of Lucien and Aradroth had my choice been different. I then reached for a brush and began pulling it through my hair. "I know Lucien talked about a loving family of dark brothers and sisters, but I have to believe that kind of life must be lonely." Filling my tea cup, I added, "The way Aradroth presents himself, I bet he doesn't have very many friends. I turned down his dinner invitation because he frightens me, but I must try to overcome that and make him feel welcome in Bravil."

"Caution might be in order here," warned the paladin.

"I know," I heaved a sigh and tugged on a set of buckskin greaves, "but remember when I first saw Mazoga? Sometimes you just have to reach out, even if you're scared."

While I pulled on my boots, I could feel Acadian pondering my words. Finally, he replied, "And sometimes you are wiser than I."

"Stop it, you'll make me cry." I stood, dropped my robe and slipped on a brown blouse. After finishing the warm tea, I grabbed my bow and quiver, then stepped outside.

The sun was up now and I was surprised by the bustling level of activity that was not present the day prior. Strangers were everywhere. I was intercepted on my way to the Mages Guild, right after crossing the foot bridge connecting the two halves of the city.

"Gentle lady! Just a few septims and one of these banners can be yours." The wandering vendor held up a small green flag depicting a crossed bow and quiver. "See how the staff of the banner is an arrow?" The vendor flashed a broken-toothed grin. "Wave this for your favorite bowman at the tournament. I only have a few left."

"Oh, no thank you." I returned his smile then continued toward my guild, cheerfully trailing words behind me, "I wouldn't want to take one of your last banners."

The guildhall was a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle. It seemed not many mages were interested in traveling to Bravil to see archers shoot.

I found Kud-Ei and Ardaline seated at the dining table sharing tea and a plate of freshly sliced fruit that had been lightly sprinkled with ground cinnamon.

"Welcome home, Buffy." Kud-Ei's orange eyes sparkled over her tea cup.

I wrapped one arm around the Argonian's neck and playfully nudged Ardaline's shoulder with the other hand before grabbing a strawberry. "My, the town is certainly busy getting ready for the tourney."

"Yes," said Kud-Ei. "I hear the inns are almost full. Probably every bed in Bravil will be taken before long. I would not be surprised if the inns of Faregyl, Ill Omen and even Pell's Gate fill up with visitors. Hmph, shooting sticks at bunches of straw." She looked at the bow on my back and added, "No offense to you of course, dear." I had learned to read the smiles of Argonians by watching their eyes. Kud-Ei's smile clouded now as she said, "You look distracted, child. What is it?"

Removing Slayer and my quiver, I plopped into the seat next to Kud-Ei, then accepted a cup of tea from Ardaline. "What do you ladies know of this elf, Aradroth?"

Kud-Ei's eyes opened wide. "Buffy, do not tell me you are smitten by him!"

My eyes flew open as wide as Kud-Ei's. "By Mara, no!"

Ardaline giggled. "But he's just your size, Buffy!"

"He's not at all attractive you know," I huffed, "and he certainly isn't very nice. In fact he's kind of frightening. Do you know anything about him? Is he skilled with magic?"

"He has caused no trouble since his arrival in Bravil." Kud-Ei set down her cup and shook her head. "He paid for instruction in a couple basic illusion spells but, well, let us just say he is a Bosmer who lacks the aptitude for magic you inherited from your Breton father."

Ardaline chimed in, "I gather from Nilawen, that Aradroth spends more time skulking around dangerous holes in the ground surrounding the Niben than practicing magic. Oh, and he's often drinking ale with Nordinor when I visit The Fair Deal."

"Thank you both," I said as I stood. "It's so good to be home! I'm going to spend the next couple hours soaking in the guild's tub and just pampering myself from head to toe."

Exiting the guild by late morning, I made my way among the vendors, visitors, hopeful contestants and even the odd noble. All of this, of course, passing under the scrutiny of pickpockets and the quiet practitioners of Bravil's black market undercurrent.

Stopping by the stables, I barely recognized the approach to my city. Brightly colored banners draped our 'Welcome to Bravil' sign. Bare-chested men were busily setting up target frames and building large seating structures as they sweated under a warm sun. On the ground laid rolled up tarps that would soon shade both the judges table and the seating area for nobles.

I looked forward to my archery master, Daenlin, winning the tourney again. My little town, which was part of the very forest and river itself, could then return to its peaceful and overlooked beauty.

While saddling Superian, I spoke with Antoine. "Do you expect a large influx of horses for the tournament?"

"Not as many as you might think, Buffy." The Breton stable hand ably assisted getting Superian ready to ride. "It takes money for horses, and most of them wealthy noble types don't care so much for archery. Nope, they like jousting and the heavy stuff. You know, armored swordfighters and even lancers." He smiled reassuringly. "Don't you worry none. I'll make sure your mare's care don't suffer."

Superian was high stepping and bouncing her head as I led her from the stables. She settled only slightly once I was in the saddle. There were a fair number of people coming into Bravil from the north and we kept to one side of the Green Road. The mare's snorting and prancing encouraged travelers to seek the other side of the road. As we continued, we met fewer people until we were almost alone.

"I know you're full of energy, girl. As soon as we pass this one traveler ahead, I'll slip on my detect life rings and you can run."

The lone Khajiit cheerfully returned my smile as he approached. Suddenly, and with the cat-like quickness his race is known for, he crossed the road, grabbed Superian's reins and pressed the tip of a dagger just below my left breast. "Your gold or your life."

I could feel Superian's fear and uncertainty as it mirrored my own. If she sidestepped into the Khajiit to knock him down or tried to charge forward, the dagger would find its way between my ribs. Sensing my will, she stood motionless. If I could somehow get to the ground, I could cast a spell to immobilize this robber and bring Slayer to bear. "I do have some gold, and I will surrender it to you for safe passage. Please, I implore you not to hurt my mare or I."

The Khajiit grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth that matched the yellow color of his threatening eyes. "A wise choice."

"My coin purse is buried deeply in my pack." I looked down at the dagger still pressed against me. "Will you permit me to dismount that I may retrieve it?"

The Khajiit appeared to ponder my request for a moment. "This one will allow it, but only if you make no sudden moves and stay on this side of the hors-"

Suddenly, his head was snapped back and sideways as if something had grabbed the back of his mane. A dagger, wielded by a black-gloved hand, flashed from behind the Khajiit and buried the full length of its blade under the highwayman's chin. The yellow feline eyes remained open, staring at the sky and frozen in death.

As the cat sank to the ground, standing behind him was a small elf dressed in black.

Gray eyes looked up at me. "G'day, Buffy. Having a spot of trouble?"

Superian was ready to bolt, but I did not ask it of her. Instead, I sat stunned in the saddle and stared at my rescuer.

Given the speed with which Aradroth had struck, and my own lack of quick response, the Bosmer would have had plenty of time to take Superian's reins and replace the highwayman's dagger with his own against my ribs. But he didn't; rather, he unhurriedly pulled free the blade that had delivered instant death by piercing the Khajiit's brain and wiped it clean. He then slid his dagger into the inverted sheath strapped to the chest of his black raiment and deftly secured it with a thumb strap.

I could see feathered tails and the ear of a bow protruding above his shoulders which were draped in the same traveling cloak he wore when I met him the day prior. The beautiful hilt of an elven short sword rose from a scabbard riding at his right hip. He lifted a hand and swept back the black hood, revealing his brown tousled mop of unkempt hair and Bosmeri ears.

Slowly recovering from my shock over the whole episode, I warily slid to the ground where at least I could cast spells. Superian lowered her long nose to the dead Khajiit, snorted and took a step away. Finally, I found my voice, "Do you make a habit of rescuing damsels in distress?"

"Surely I don't. Had you gotten your feet to the ground, I have no doubt it would have been your magic that claimed this feral cat's mind instead of my blade. I simply needed the practice and hope to earn your favor."

"Well, Superian and I thank you. I'm not wealthy, but you are welcome to the gold that I carry. I hope it will be sufficient for your brave efforts?"

Posted by: Count Lauriel Mar 16 2011, 01:33 PM

Fantastic! Simply fantastic as always.

I must confess however, that I need to catch up with Buffy's story, and many others on here due to my prolonged absence. Rest assured that I'll be reading, even if I'm 18967182745 chapters behind everyone else ;P

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 16 2011, 03:07 PM

And Aradroth appears again!

What a beautiful start to the day! I loved the description of the festive air that so clashes with my recollections of the ramshackle town on the Niben. The contrast between that and the memories of Buffy's encounter with Lachance. To be honest, after I played through the DB questline a couple of times, I decided that having the fastest and only immortal horse in all of Cyrodiil wasn't worth the murders I had to accomplish to get there. Guess I'm too principled. So I avoid getting that nighttime visit from everyone's favorite Listener (or is it Speaker?) by reloading an earlier save every time I see that message Your killing has been noted by forces unknown . . .

Such a contrast between Aradroth's dark nature and Buffy's sunny one. Yet she isn't the dim-witted blonde that she seems to be. Yes, she's aware of his deadly propensities, but at the same time she won't ostracize him for his choices either. But for the grace of Mara go I - seems to be her thinking, and I for one approve of it!

Oh, and @ Count Lauriel: you're not alone! Don't worry, these stories will hang around until you're caught up! We all know how RL can be a bear sometimes.

Posted by: mALX Mar 16 2011, 06:34 PM

Aradroth to the rescue !!! I love the changes you've made to this chapter !!! Great dream sequence, did Acadian plant that so she would realize the danger she stood in with her new acquaintence? Awesome Write!

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 16 2011, 10:06 PM

That dream was likely just a load of imp chips
Ahh, the chips rear their ugly, erm, rears again!

Sometimes you just have to reach out, even if you're scared.
Is this perhaps a new addition to the Buffy Doctrine™?

I loved Buffy's small encounter with the huckster in the street! I wonder if they have giant foam hands and cheese heads?

the quiet practitioners of Bravil's black market undercurrent.
Does this portend a future Ungarion sighting perhaps?

That last Khajiit was a very clever bandit, hiding in plain sight as he did. His surprise was as great as my own when he was stabbed through the neck and into the brain! That was expertly done (both by yourself and Aradroth...).

So now Buffy finds herself indebted to our unkempt Bosmer. Perhaps now she will take him up on that offer for dinner?

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 16 2011, 10:20 PM

That was a nice twist. You know how I like a good plot twist.

See, didn't I tell you he wasn't all that bad? Even if he is a bit self-righteous, that was still noble of him.

Posted by: King Coin Mar 16 2011, 10:51 PM

The Dark Brotherhood again. I'm so glad that Buffy didn't join them. Despite rescuing our favorite bowgirl from a clever khajiit, I still don't like Aradroth. Keep your eye on him, he's trying to get closer.

Posted by: Grits Mar 17 2011, 02:20 PM

My little town, which was part of the very forest and river itself, could then return to its peaceful and overlooked beauty.

I have never thought of Bravil this way. Another eye-opening moment, courtesy of Buffy.

Gray eyes looked up at me. "G'day, Buffy. Having a spot of trouble?"

*shiver* It is a testament to Buffy’s judgment that she remains wary of her rescuer.

"Surely I don't. Had you gotten your feet to the ground, I have no doubt it would have been your magic that claimed this feral cat's mind instead of my blade. I simply needed the practice and hope to earn your favor."

Sort of like passing the salt at the table. I mean, you could always get the salt yourself, but he’ll pass it to you if he’s closer. I don’t think we’ll have to wonder about Aradroth’s motive for long, it sounds like he is just going to say it. What an exciting day, and it’s still morning!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 17 2011, 11:17 PM

This is how assumption is the enemy of commerce!

Antoine’s comments about the dearth of horses and the reasons behind it are just another of those things that make reading Buffy’s adventures so worthwhile. Of course the nobility would prefer the joust! *facepalm*

After such a well timed rescue I guess Buffy has to have dinner with him now!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Mar 19 2011, 06:02 AM

Oh no! I have missed the start of my favourite tournnnnyyy!!
That does it- Iam tellin’ RL to go to Oblivion....I need to start reading.

How lovely it is to see Aradroth make an appearance in the Buffy journal. As mALX would say- Woohoo!! I am always amazed how well you portray him, the lonely hunter of the Nibenay, and it is only the lovely juxtaposition that you create beside the homely and caring Buffy that leaves the story feeling very unsettled. Yet, at the same time a shadowy character is perfect to arise at the time of the tournament- Magnificent!!

The same feeling of ‘why is she talking to him?’ is still there (as in BF1.0) and I think that hits the spot. Even I find myself cringe!

“Ardaline's a dear sheila”
This made me laugh out loud.

We thought Dagail was the perfect way to help expand the voice in Buffy's head.
My thoughts exactly! It was a neat touch.

"Caution might be in order here," warned the paladin.
Lol. That reminds me of the man who thawed the snake out and when it bit him he cried, “Why did you do that?” The snake replied, “What did you expect me to do?”

Kud-Ei's eyes opened wide. "Buffy, do not tell me you are smitten by him!"

My eyes flew open as wide as Kud-Ei's. "By Mara, no!"

Ardaline giggled. "But he's just your size, Buffy!"
If I was an Aussie I would say that was a pearl, a bonza beauty!! No, wait- I am.


“Oh, and he's often drinking ale with Nordinor when I visit The Fair Deal.”
Scheming and planning a takeover of the realms, no doubt!

"I do have some gold, and I will surrender it to you for safe passage. Please, I implore you not to hurt my mare or I."
For some reason I think that Khajiit has go no idea what he has walked into. Buffy is well and truly on top of the situation, even if the poor kitty doesn’t realize. I loved the new combat scene, and that line-

I simply needed the practice and hope to earn your favor.

is a gem.

Posted by: Acadian Mar 19 2011, 01:41 PM

In our previous episode, Buffy was awakened by a disturbing dream about the Dark Brotherhood. She surmised that the dangerous eyes and manner of the elf Aradroth had likely prompted the dream. After inquiring about him at her guild, Buffy went for a ride with Superian, only to be accosted by a highwayman and surprisingly rescued by Aradroth.

Count Lauriel- I'm so pleased to have you join us! I know there are many wonderful stories to keep up with. Once we approach the end of the tournament, I expect to slow our posting pace to better support the time demands on our readers. I was so delighted to see you bring Helena here! I recall the discussions between you, I and SubRosa as you were making your choices about creating your young Breton healer, and am humbled that you considered our input.

Rider- I remember your kind words from 1.0 regarding the festive/renaissance flavor we were trying to weave into the tourney. Thanks to your encouragement, we are trying to maintain or even enhance that in 2.0.

mALX- Thank you! I don't think the dream was an Acadian plant; rather I think it was triggered as Buffy subconsciously knew where she had seen the dangerous look in Aradroth's eyes before.

SubRosa- Yes, more SubRosa trademarked imp chips. Thanks for liking Buffy's little vendor encounter; sometimes it is the little random things in life that provide our memories. Since Aradroth's decisive strike worked, let me quickly credit the tactic to the wonderful lesson that Pappy gave Teresa regarding daggers. It was just perfect for this. Yes, it seems Buffy is now indebted to the scary elf.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you. I'm sure Buffy was more surprised by that unexpected rescue than anyone! Yes indeed, when you first met Aradroth, you offered him the benefit of the doubt. It's a little early to tell for sure, but I'm so pleased your instincts regarding Aradroth seem to be on the mark.

King Coin- Thanks, I too am glad that Buffy chose, at the Inn of Ill Omen, not to embark into the world of killing for hire. Faced with her dark rescuer, Buffy's head is spinning with emotions that include fear, nurturing, curiosity and reaching out.

Grits- Thank you! Yes, Buffy is an optimist. If she were locked in a room full of horse manure, she would excitedly search for the hidden pony. So, now we have a young, frightened optimist who no doubt feels indebted to her dark rescuer.

Destri- Thank you for enjoying the small touches (the banner merchant, Antoine's prediction on the stable business during the archery tournament). We freely surrender to Buffy's observations and smelling the nightshade as she dances along while straying on and off her path. More Aradroth coming up!

Wolf- I thank you so much for your kind words and allowing Aradroth to join Buffy's world in time for the tourney. He is a fascinating character. Is he dangerous? You bet. Does he have any elfinity (sort of like humanity) inside that raiment? Buffy's nurturing and meddlesome nature will likely force her to try and find out, prudence-be-darned. The paladin has already offered his warning but, like Daenlin, he realizes you can't hold on to a butterfly. One way or another, we will learn quite a bit more about Aradroth in this next episode.

"Nay, keep your gold," said Aradroth. "That lesson on poisons we talked about at the Archers Paradox would be most welcome however. As you see, we stand at the trailhead leading to nearby Flooded Mine. I have a small day camp on the shore of the Niben there with quite the bonza view. Will you join me for lunch?"

Well, wandering into the woods with a stranger who could suddenly appear from nowhere and move faster than a cat didn't necessarily seem like the wisest of choices. Of course, I wasn't exactly known for wise choices. Hadn't I said only this morning that I wanted to reach out to Aradroth? Deferring his question, I posed my own, "Are you injured?" If I could establish a healing bond of white magic with this frightening elf, perhaps I could better assess his character.

"Not a scratch but I thank you for your concern," he replied.

So much for that idea. Normally, Superian's judgment about strangers was better than mine. I couldn't tell though if her current nervousness was due to the dead Khajiit at our feet, or the Bosmer in black waiting for an answer.

It seemed Aradroth noted my uncertainty, for he added with a touch of impatience, "Perhaps 'tis I who should be leery. I have no doubt that your magicks could turn me into a fine fat rabbit like the one in my tucker bag. The very one I was planning to roast over my cook fire and am now willing to share with you."

I smiled at the image of Aradroth as a little bunny cloaked in black. I had indeed promised to discuss poisons with him. Oh for Mara's sake, Buffy! If he wanted to hurt you, he could have easily done so right after killing that Khajiit. "Forgive my lack of graciousness. Lead on, my rescuer."

With a paralyze spell not far from my hand, we walked the short trail toward the Niben. Once away from the body of the highwayman, I paid careful attention to Superian. She was quite relaxed now, even nosing Aradroth curiously. The elf responded with a couple of gentle pats to her shoulder.

My mare's take on Aradroth was reassuring and, by the time we arrived at the day camp, I felt much more at ease. Aradroth stirred his campfire to life as he added some wood. After freeing himself of bow, quiver, sword belt and cloak, he knelt by the fire and set about skinning and spitting the rabbit he had pulled from what he called his tucker bag.

I watched the elf as I removed Superian's tack. Without the black cloak, his raiment revealed quite the cute little butt. My mare pawed the water with a front hoof and swung her head toward me. "No, girl. If I cast a spell for you to run atop the water without me along to monitor its duration, you'll be mighty upset when you have to swim back to shore from the middle of the river." With a snort, she whirled and contented herself to run along the sandy beach. "Don't you flash that tail at me," I called after her.

Shortly, Aradroth and I were seated on opposite sides of the campfire sharing roasted rabbit.

"I truly am grateful for your intervention today." Shaking my head as he offered a bottle of ale, I added, "I'm sorry if I seem uncomfortable around you."

"I get that a lot," he replied.

I watched Superian for a few moments. Her need to run sated for now, she grazed calmly by the river's edge. "We both know why you make people uncomfortable."

"Whatever do you mean?" said Aradroth.

I pointed at the inverted sheath strapped to his chest - the one restraining the weapon that had instantly killed a highwayman. "That's a beautiful dagger. I used to have one just like it." I studied his face. "It was called the Blade of Woe, and given to me by a man named Lucien Lachance. He had the same cold look in his eyes that I see in yours." One gray eye briefly twitched almost imperceptibly. His thin lips parted to speak.

I held up a hand to preclude his answer, and continued, "Your eyes have just admitted what I suspect your words will not. I travel successfully in many circles because I know how to keep the secrets of others. Had I not stayed my bowstring against Lucien's request, I would have been your dark sister. Rather, I have a whole town that is my loving family. Many of them have darker natures, but that does not preclude my friendship. I offer you the same, as long as you mean no harm to my family."

The slate gray eyes gazed out across the Niben. "I choose to live in Bravil," he finally said. "The town offers the services and discretion that I require. Your family is not in danger from me. An imp does not defecate in its own cave."

"Thank you, Aradroth."

"And what of you, Buffy? I recall the passion as you began to discuss poisons yesterday at the Mages Guild. And your arrow selections from Daenlin - rather specialized, yes? I see the lithe agility in your movements, the quality of your equipment. If you note me for a killer, it is because it takes one to know one."

Defiantly, I returned the hard stare of his challenge and said, "I have learned to survive in a harsh land, and I lay no claim to moral high ground. Killing with my bow is exhilarating, and I do not apologize for that. When my friends are threatened, I freely admit to rage, vengeance and even cruelty."

My boldness could not stand against his piercing gaze. I lowered my eyes and softened my tone. "I-I simply do not kill innocent people, and my killing is not for hire. Aradroth, I'm sorry you feel no kindness. I hope someday that will change for you." I lifted my water bag in a toast. "Here's to a lot more understanding of each other than we had an hour ago."

"Indeed." After returning my 'toast' with a sip of ale, Aradroth set the bottle on the ground then rubbed his hands over the fire. "Now, might I prevail upon you to show me something green and a bit more deadly than the stuff Ardaline might cook up?"

I took a long pull from my water bag, then said, "Well, I believe I owe that much to the elf who has both saved and fed me today."

Pulling my pack closer, I began rummaging. From the protection of my alchemy bag, I produced a mortar, pestle and the other tools of poison making. My hand returned to my pack several more times for ingredients.

Buffy?

I paused, to stare at the fire. Barely nodding, I acknowledged the paladin's silent voice in my head.

Are you sure that enabling an assassin with sophisticated poisons is wise?

It seemed that the only interests Aradroth and I shared were lethal ones. Yet. . . I wanted him to continue opening up to me. I had seen glimmers that perhaps he was not as dark as he seemed. Acadian was right though. I smiled, and winked at the flames.

I said to Aradroth, "I'm going to show you a glimpse of what could be possible for you." I laid out five ingredients, one of them in a small leather pouch.

Aradroth moved around the fire and sat next to me. "Five? I thought four ingred-"

Placing a finger to the Bosmer's lips, I interrupted, "Don't think, just watch." I broke up a length of spiddal stick into my mortar, then dropped in a blob of congealed putrescence. After placing a root of harrada into the mixture, I sprinkled in some frost salts that I had purchased at the University. "Now, here's the tricky part. The harrada was only to coax the frost salts into the poison; we call that a catalyst. I can now easily take it out." I removed the brown root. "See? The other three items stay in there just fine. Now, we add a secret ingredient, some water and mix."

I did not tell Aradroth that the powder I added from the leather pouch was vampire dust; nor did I tell him that commonly found gall of imp would work as well as the congealed putrescence that could only be found on the nearby mysterious island in Niben Bay.

When I finished refining the concoction through one alchemy apparatus after another, I poured the resulting thick liquid into a vial and inserted a small cork. I then rose to my feet so I could allow magic to fill my hand. Lightly touching a fingertip to the side of the vial, a small symbol grew from the glass which would help identify its contents. After sitting back down, I said, "This poison will prevent spellcasting, deplete health, and cause both fire and frost damage. It's very light weight and is quite lethal - particularly against strong opponents that can cast spells."

The bored look was gone from Aradroth's eyes. "I see now that I sit at the hand of a master. Tell me, what are the two unfamiliar ingredients?"

Ignoring his question, I said, "Consider how much evil there is that needs to be destroyed. You don't have to be part of it." The gentleness in my voice surprised me. "This poison works just as well on necromancers and vampire battlemages as it does against innocent men or mer. You think of Bravil as your home and you don't kill innocent Bravilians. I hope that one day that you can think of all Cyrodiil as your home." I placed the poison into one of the outer compartments of my pack. "When you do, I will share more secrets with you."

Aradroth sighed. "Nilawen says similar things when she overhears Nordinor and I talking. She too is convinced I have a heart."

I was unsure if I had touched that heart or not. Regardless, the mood became awkward and I changed the subject. "Let's talk archery, Aradroth. Are you any good?"

The elf cocked his head. "Well, I can hold my own, but because I split focus between blade, bow and trying to learn the odd spell, I'm no expert. Why?"

"Will you enter the tournament with me? It means so much to Daenlin to have competition." Trying to keep the mood light, I contorted my face into the best pout I could muster. "Please?"

"Very well," Aradroth held up a hand in mock surrender, "besides, I rather like Daenlin."

"Wonderful!" After a grin, I added , "May the best Bosmer win. Tell me, what kind of enchantment is on your bow?"

"I use a demoralize effect. Let a victim run away full of poison I say, or even alternate between two enemies and keep them dancing in fear."

"That's brilliant, Aradroth," I replied.

He looked at my bow on the ground next to us. "And yours?"

"Slayer will totally but briefly drain an enemy's speed. The enchantment makes my target ignore both me and the snap of my bowstring for a moment. I can usually remain hidden after shooting. It also delivers shock damage and helps capture the magical energy of my foes.

"Quite impressive." After tapping one finger against his chin for a moment, he asked, "Say, Buffy, you know that you can reduce the sound of your bowstring, right?"

My mouth fell open and I stared at him. Aradroth gently lifted my lower jaw closed. He actually gave me a thin smile before continuing, "Can you see the tassels on my bowstring?" He stood, offering a hand to help me to my feet. "Grab your bow."

A few moments later, I held Slayer and we were standing at the river's edge.

Aradroth pointed. "Shoot out across the water and listen to your bowstring."

Obediently, I loosed an arrow. THWACK! "So?"

Aradroth took Slayer. I watched carefully as he fitted two small yarn tassels, one approximately a hand's width from each end of the bowstring. "Here, try it now."

I did so and and the result was a noticeably softer 'thwick'. "Aradroth! That is quiet. How?"

"Well, they tell me it has something to do with helping to equalize the speed at which the different parts of the bowstring snap home, but I make no pretense of understanding. I just know it works, as you can hear." I was surprised that, for once, his smile included those gray eyes. "Buffy, I know I make people uncomfortable, yet you have offered your hand in kindness. I will not forget that."

Posted by: mALX Mar 19 2011, 02:29 PM

A whole chapter devoted to the Dark Wolf Aradroth !!! WOO HOO !!!! Buffy's Reform School For Assassins - "When you stop killing, I'll show you how to do it right !!!" I absolutely LOVE Buffy's Buffiness in this one, and glad to see it warmed some of the ice off Aradroth as well !!! I think she was safer in her own home in town for this meeting (as in the original) - but this flowed naturally from his rescue of her so perfectly !!! And I think by showing Aradroth her own capability, hinting that there was much more she wasn't telling - and the power of her own equipment VS his - she more or less assured her own safety.

Acadian slipping in via the campfire - Loved it !!!! AWESOME CHAPTER !!!!!!

Posted by: King Coin Mar 19 2011, 04:22 PM

lol. Aravi has found that they DO in fact defecate in their own caves.

I'm beginning to warm up to Aradroth. This was a much needed chapter. Well done!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 19 2011, 06:45 PM

Buffy's on a date! With Aradroth!

That was fun. They both learned something new (well, maybe only Buffy), and we see cold gray eyes finally beginning to warm. Maybe next time, Buffy should share her hair conditioner recipe with him?

Or perhaps a chicken?

How very true.

Nit:

Your period here went AWOL.

Posted by: Ceidwad Mar 19 2011, 11:10 PM

I enjoyed this chapter. Some great bits of detail. Buffy was very wise to politely decline the offer of a drink from a strange assassin, especially when we take into account her previous encounters with alcohol! And of course, Acadian's intervention was also sound.

Buffy will have to be careful around this athletic, apparently charming fellow Bosmer in future, specially if she keeps glancing at his posterior. Savlian is destined to be her match!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 19 2011, 11:37 PM

Buffy's dependence on Superian for an accurate assessment of Aradroth's motives is quite charming! The fact that she listened carefully to the mare tells me that their relationship has grown very tight indeed.

And I'm glad Superian did not treat Aradroth as a male version of Frau Blucher, or else this would have been a very short and much less enjoyable chapter!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Mar 20 2011, 05:06 AM

I...am....in shock....

That is without a doubt one of the best chapters you have written. And I am not just saying that because of some stupid attachment I have to Aradroth, I am saying that because you have have had to juggle some much within the context of the story, and still pulled it off beautifully.

How easy it would be to make the meeting come off as silly and contrived, rather than stay faithful to both characters and allow each to reach a lovely impasse. The scene worked great in the oudoors (outback ) rather than indoors, and the poison and bow lesson was something they both learned from. Of course, it was great to see that our lovely Buffy held back on giving all her poison knowledge and retained a 'card up her sleeve.'

Bonza!
Tuckerbag!!
And a cute butt!!!

Dont tell Haute....

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 20 2011, 10:14 AM

Not to mention her experience with 'bonza views' and open bodies of water. Thank the Nine there wasn't a waterfall nearby!!

I agree with mALX, moving their encounter to the open air gave it that intangible something that was missing before. As a reader I was left with the impression that these two could develop a genuine affection for the other. Maybe it's Buffy's trepidation at the start of the chapter that seems to dissipate as she gets to know him, but it is something that I didn't get when she had him over for dinner.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 20 2011, 11:22 PM

Of course, I wasn't exactly known for wise choices.
This brought a faint smile to my lips.

Teresa would not mind a bonza view of a certain Blond Bravilian Bowgirl! Like Destri said though, too bad there are no waterfalls in the city though...

I enjoyed the bit of verbal sparring between Buffy and Aradroth, as she made it quite clear that she knew his exact profession, not to mention his own very astute tit for tat. The later alchemy lesson was just a gem. As Aradroth said, we are in the presence of a virtuoso of the mortar and pestle. And finally a nice little gem of Aradroth's own with his bow silencer. Just the right thing for an assassin to know.

And at the very end, do we see a glimmer of a heart in Aradroth? Or might that just what the cunning "I am a coiled snake" assassin wants Buffy to believe...

Posted by: MyCat Mar 21 2011, 03:27 AM

She's slowly cracking his shell, is she?

This part conjured an amusing image of a swimming Superian, but a nit -- there seems to be a word too few or too many: "If I cast a spell for you to run atop the water without me along to keep track its duration."

Posted by: TheOtherRick Mar 21 2011, 11:36 PM

Please don't slow your pace on my account. I will catch up eventually. It may take a while, as the onset of spring will mean more work and less time to read for me. I'll just keep chipping away at it.

Ch. 14 - What a great scene! I really liked the touch of the Battlemages having to hold their spells until they were sure of Buffy's location. Perfect!

Ch. 15 - A nice relaxing recuperation in Anvil. I think I may have *perked* as much as SubRosa did when Buffy was asked to lift her blouse. Shame on me... And then the overheard conversation about Bosmer females was rich...perfect Buffy.

Ch. 16 - Equestria and The Valley of Horses... Although I am not familiar with its origin, I like it. It is always so cool when authors bring in non-game additions. The imps (in agreement with another comment of the time) were a stroke of genius. Then the description of Raminus Polis. This line caught me...Like all round ears, he would have a short life span, and I estimated his to be over half complete....how perfectly Elvish!

Great reading is the result of great writing...Fantastic man!

Posted by: Grits Mar 22 2011, 01:53 AM

The very frank discussion followed by the extremely tricky alchemy lesson shows tremendous poise from Dame Buffy. That was some skillful elf handling. Then Aradroth comes up with the tassels for Slayer and a genuine smile. This looks like a friendship between equals in the making. I absolutely adore this episode.

It seemed that the only interests Aradroth and I shared were lethal ones.
Not if he also checked out your butt.

Posted by: Acadian Mar 22 2011, 01:04 PM

In our last episode, Buffy nervously joined her rescuer, Aradroth, for lunch at his day camp on the Niben. There, she confirmed he was an assassin without him admitting it. She did manage to get him to open up a little as they discussed poisons and bow string silencers. The two elves learned enough of each other to coexist with an aspect of mutual respect. It seems Buffy is prepared to accept Aradroth as another member of her eclectic Bravilian family.

mALX- Thank you. I hadn't really thought in terms of the elements, but I suppose there may have been a touch of fire and ice here. We worked very hard to balance Buffy's questionable prudence regarding her own safety with her nurturing desire to offer a hand in friendship. The influence of her experience with the initially dangerous and snarling Mazoga was strong here.

King Coin- Buffy will never be able to change Aradroth's nature, but the dark assassin does indeed have at least a small touch of elfinity (sort of like humanity). Thank you.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you. The bowgirl's stones aren't big enough to tell the little elf that his hair's a mess. She figures she pushed her luck with Aradroth pretty hard already. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it!

Ceidwad- Thank you! Cold, slate-gray eyes, unruly mop of brown hair, cute little butt - yup, that sums up the small elf in black! I don't think Buffy's hero in a headband up at Kvatch need worry however. In fact she'll confirm that near the end of this next episode.

Rider- Thank you so much for highlighting how much Buffy depends on Superian. She knows her judgment is sometimes clouded by her hair color, but she's smart enough to listen to her precious black mare. If only she would listen to Acadian as well. . . .

Wolf- With Buffy's quirky and questionable judgment on full display in this past episode, your words are soothing indeed. She knows that Aradroth's nature will never permit the intimate friendship Buffy has with such Bravilians as Daenlin, Kud-Ei or Ardaline. Nevertheless, she and Aradroth now share some trust and respect.

Destri- A nearby waterfall would certainly have meant trouble! I'm delighted that you endorse our use of the outdoor setting this time around. We tried to 'show' her decreasing trepidation in layers and I'm glad it seemed to have worked.

SubRosa- I'm so glad you enjoyed the verbal dueling between Buffy and Aradroth as they sorted each other out! Buffy won't forget the assassin that came to her rescue, and Aradroth won't forget the mystic archer that reached out a nervous hand in kindness.

MyCat- Thank you. I wouldn't expect the assassin to soften much more than we've seen. I'm glad you liked the image of Superian possibly having to swim ashore. Buffy normally pays close attention to the spell's long duration so she can dismount on the water surface and recast as necessary. The mare enjoys water running, but without Buffy along, would no doubt end up swimming at some point. I reviewed the sentence you referred to. Not only was it missing a word, but it was awkward as well. Fixed, and I thank you for pointing it out.

Rick- What a delightful walk along memory lane you are providing for Buffy and I! I thank you so much for sharing your impressions as you catch up with us!

Grits- Thank you for those delightfully encouraging words! Poise and skillful elf handling - Woohoo! We are so humbled. Buffy is just thankful for her University education, time spent at Court Leyawiin and her experience gained through poor judgment that combine to help her with verbal encounters.

With one arm linked in Daenlin's, we threaded our way among the merchants, visitors and pickpockets that filled the streets of Bravil. I remarked, "It's still early in the day yet can you believe all these people filling our quiet town? How exciting. Oh look, that merchant sells nothing but shoes!"

"Guard your coin purse and stay close," the Bosmer said with a chuckle. He gently, but insistently, maneuvered me past the many vendors and tarp-covered stands offering all kinds of wares. "We're shooting this morning."

I whispered over my shoulder, "I'll be back!" to the shoe vendor as my escort dragged me along. "Daenlin, tourney eliminations just started. We have three days to qualify, you know." My head was on a swivel at all the new sights that had sprung up, seemingly overnight.

Passing the Fighters Guild, we could hear the unmistakable sounds of archery practice behind the building. Daenlin smiled. "Seems like the local guild commander has his archers working hard back there. It'll be interesting to see what kind of contingent the guild puts up for competition this year."

The area outside the city gate had sprung its own share of tarps, tents and temporary merchants all drawn to our town by the tournament of archers. In fact, the stables seemed out of place now in the middle of what had become a festive tent city.

The tourney grounds were crowded with men, mer and beastfolk that were shopping or making their way into the large newly-built seating areas. The reviewing stands were of wood but resembled seating in the Arena, as each row was elevated above the one in front of it.

Near the shooting area, we found the judging station beneath a white tarp that was punctuated by broad red stripes. In one of three chairs behind a small table sat a rather official looking Imperial. "Here to register?" Apparently taking his answer from the bows and quivers on our backs, he continued without pause, "I presume you've read the rules of competition and have the required entry tribute?"

Daenlin nodded. We each counted out a stack of septims and signed the tourney book. Our gold went into a stout chest that fell under the watchful gaze of a nearby guard.

"Let me just review the highlights then." The judge then recited, "Your qualification round consists of three flights of three for a total of nine arrows and a maximum score of ninety. The first flight is untimed at medium range. The second flight, at the same range, is a rapid-fire event limited to thirty seconds. The final flight is untimed against a long range target." The Imperial paused for a short breath and continued, "All arrows must come from your quiver or arrow bag; no pre-staging in the ground by your feet is allowed. The top ten archers over the next three days will advance to the finals. Good luck."

"You first, Master," I said to Daenlin.

He winked and replied, "Age before beauty," then stepped off toward the firing line.

"I'm Sinia, one of the line judges," I overheard as Daenlin approached the Redguard. She smiled and pointed down range. "There's your target, whenever you're ready."

Daenlin nocked an arrow to the Bow of Infliction. Even depleted of charges, as the competition safety rules required, it was the most beautiful bow I had ever seen. His style was smooth and effortless, reflecting decades of experience. Three arrows soon adorned the ten ring of his target.

My master was a hunter, and rarely required to shoot rapidly. I was therefore not surprised to see him drop three points on the rapid-fire event that followed.

During the final long range untimed event, Daenlin again demonstrated why he was the reigning champion.

The Redguard smiled at the old Bosmer. "That was some impressive shooting, Champion. Your score is eighty seven out of a possible ninety points." She then pointed at me and called out, "You're next, young lady."

I approached the firing line as Daenlin stepped away. Our smiles lingered and callused bow fingers briefly touched as we slowly passed each other.

As I slid Slayer from my back, it seemed odd not seeing the gentle red glow appear to let me know it was charged with magic. Compared to the Bow of Infliction, Slayer was very plain - not beautiful by any definition. The bow which had kept me alive through many encounters though, was light, powerful and true. I drew the first arrow from my quiver.

I had no trouble hitting the center of the target with all three arrows on the first flight.

Sinia placed her hand on the small hourglass, looked at me and nodded. She would begin timing the second flight as soon as I touched the tail of my next arrow. I had plenty of practice shooting under pressure, even though I sometimes got flustered and resorted to using magic instead. My right hand reached over my shoulder.

After I quickly fired three arrows, the target line official called back the score, "ten, nine, nine."

Tossing a pinch of dirt into the air, I noted the direction of the light wind. This final target was farther away, but the flight would not be timed. My master the hunter, and his apprentice the sniper, were both good at long range. I was potentially a point ahead of Daenlin.

I nocked my first arrow and pulled some tension on Slayer's bowstring. Concentrating on the target, I magically snapped it into enhanced focus. After carefully determining my final aim point, I controlled my breathing, drew the bowstring to my ear and released it. With my enhanced view, I was instantly gratified to see a bull's-eye. I managed to repeat this for a second ten. Just before drawing full tension on the final arrow, I eased my aim point slightly off center to the right.

From the target line, I heard, "ten, ten, eight."

"Eighty six. Nice shooting," said Sinia. The Redguard then lowered her voice and added, "I'm sure that score will get you into the finals. Congratulations."

As I joined Daenlin near the reviewing stands, he eyed me suspiciously. "What happened on that final shot?"

"Something got in my eye at the last moment. Are you proud of me though? I shot almost as well as you did!" Without giving him a chance to pursue it, I added, "Are you hungry? I'll get us something to eat, then we can sit here, enjoy an early lunch and watch some of the qualifications."

Wonderful smells beckoned me toward a smoky tent with its front panels tied open.

"Well, Milady, what suits your fancy today?" The ruddy-faced Imperial grinned enthusiastically. "I have some savory boar sausage flavored with sage? Perhaps a piece of this fresh Niben slaughterfish, grilled with butter and a delicious selection of herbs?"

"They both sound wonderful. I think I'll have some of each." I then added cheerfully, "Oh, and a loaf of bread with two bottles of ale please."

A few minutes later, Daenlin and I were clinking bottles to congratulate each other on shooting well. Between mouthfuls, he filled me in. "Schlera Sestius registered while you were gone. Riveus also signed in."

I had met Schlera when passing through Pell's Gate. The dark haired Imperial was a fine archer, but I shook my head as I watched her. "Daenlin, if you ever see me wear a mithril cuirass with a long skirt, will you promise to shoot me? How's she doing?"

Daenlin chuckled. "Well, she's dedicated, but not gifted. I suspect she'll qualify though. Say, this fish is really good."

"So is the sausage," I replied, then turned my attention to Riveus. The Imperial was a forester for the Legion and assigned to County Bravil. Daenlin and I encountered him routinely while hunting. The ladies liked him. It was easy to see why, with his rugged good looks and clear blue eyes that fairly sparkled. His blond hair was tied back in a queue, and he was dressed in a green forester shirt with leather greaves and boots. A white silk scarf was jauntily draped around his neck. The dashing Imperial certainly did not suffer from Schlera's lack of fashion sense.

What did I know though? Seeing the handsome man reminded me of another member of the Legion - one who wore the white and black surcoat of Kvatch, filthy with smoke, blood and the innards of countless Daedra. No white scarf adorned the man with the heart of a lion - just a black headband soaked with sweat and blood.

I willed myself away from the dark sky of Kvatch, and back to the cheerful sunshine next to my friend and master of the bow. I wanted, even if just for my short time in Bravil, to be a carefree young elf.

We watched Riveus shoot long enough to get a feel for his style. Although not a master, he was a solid and consistent archer.

With our lunch finished, Daenlin turned and pointed toward the merchant tents. "Look, Buffy, it seems both Tamika and the Surile Brothers have set up displays. I expect both wineries will do quite well here over the next few days. Let's split up for an hour or so to do some shopping. Then we can meet by the winery tents and head over toward Bloodmayne Cave for some target practice away from prying eyes. How's that sound?"

"Shopping?" I chirped.

Posted by: ghastley Mar 22 2011, 02:58 PM

So Imelda Buffy might be shopping for some shoes? It must be the season for it. Get some for Superian while you're in the mood!

I like the way Daenlin knows she's holding back in this round. It will be interesting to see his viewpoint in the later rounds. And I just noticed a subtle change in her scoring this time, getting an eight, instead of seven on that last shot. Hmmm

Posted by: King Coin Mar 22 2011, 03:22 PM

Alright qualification! Good thing Aravi has 3 days to get back to Bravil!

I suspect Daenlin will be talking to Buffy about that last shot later on.

Posted by: mALX Mar 22 2011, 06:36 PM

WOO HOO! Buffy throwing her game to keep Daenlin in the Tourney !!! Then the Buffiest moment comes:

You excelled your own self on this Tourney, and that was hard to do - LOVE THESE CHAPTERS !!!!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 22 2011, 06:45 PM

I loved this the first time around, and love it even more the second time! Nothing like this scene to remind us of Buffy's well-developed fashion sense!

And cue the music from The Adventures of Robin Hood! I'm looking for Errol Flynn now!

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 22 2011, 08:56 PM

Oh look, that merchant sells nothing but shoes!
This was one of my favorite quotes from BF 1.0! I am so glad it made the transition to 2.0.

Daenlin shows why he is the reigning champion of the tourney for what, seven years running? I feel sorry for the archers who have to compete with that! Buffy shows that the acorn does not fall far from the tree with her own shooting of course. How sweet of her to purposely throw her last shot so her "uncle" Daenlin keeps the lead! Very female of her.

Daenlin, if you ever see me wear a mithril cuirass with a long skirt, will you promise to shoot me?
Another of my favorites! I always think this when I see Schlera in the game!

A fun morning at the tournament, with a tasty meal and good company. I hope that Buffy can indeed spend a few days being a carefree young elf. Somehow I suspect that life will throw her a few curves, as it always does!


nits:
The ladies liked him and it was easy to see why with his rugged good looks and clear blue eyes that fairly sparkled.
This runs on a bit. I think it could use one or two commas is all. Or perhaps even break it into two sentences:
The ladies liked him. It was easy to see why, with his rugged good looks and clear blue eyes that fairly sparkled.

Posted by: MyCat Mar 23 2011, 03:54 AM

Buffy is just so Buffy in this! She should have been more subtle in throwing the archery competition though, Daenlin has to have noticed.

Alas I saw no nits. Actually good too, they itch.

Posted by: Linara Mar 23 2011, 05:51 AM

Blast, I keep missing these. Anyway, very nice. Having never read Buffy 1.0 , the tournament is all new - and exciting. Aradroth is also turning out to be in interesting character.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 23 2011, 08:03 AM

I'm gonna quote this one more time:

This is pure Buffy in my mind. Everything else vanishes in the glow of unexplored shoes!


Or as Dorothy Parker once retorted: ‘Pearls before swine.’

Now this is Buffy at her absolute best. She refuses to show up her master in the tournament by purposely qualifying one point behind him. Knowing Daenlin, nothing would make him prouder than to lose to his own student. How does the old saying go? It is the poor teacher whose student doesn’t surpass him. Having seen Buffy use her bow countless times during her odyssey, I can say for a fact that Daenlin is not a poor teacher!

Posted by: Grits Mar 24 2011, 03:12 PM

I’m late to the party, but I wanted to say how much I am enjoying the festival atmosphere in Bravil! I would think that Daenlin will be pleased on the day that Buffy surpasses him, but I expect that it would not please Buffy at all to do so. I feel the same way about a cuirass worn with a long skirt. That is a capital offense. Daenlin has made one big mistake in this episode. He has only given Buffy an hour for her shopping!!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 25 2011, 01:54 PM

In our previous episode, Daenlin and Buffy each fired their qualification round early on the opening day of the tournament. It seems there will be three days of qualifying, after which the top ten shooters will advance to a final day of competition. The pair of elves then enjoyed some lunch in the reviewing stands as they observed some of the other contestants shooting.

ghastley- Thank you! With that silly shooting stuff out of the way for the morning, Buffy gets to go shopping next!

King Coin- Oh, I hope Aravi makes it back to Bravil in time! Thanks!

mALX- Gosh, I'm so glad you are enjoying the tournament! Thank you!

Rider- I'm so humbled that both in 1.0 and now again in 2.0, you mention our tournament in the same breath as such fabulous images as Robin Hood and Errol Flynn! Thank you!

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy will truly feel her work is done if she can get her red-headed Bosmeri sister to blossom a faint smile upon passing a footwear boutique! You're right. Buffy simply wants Daenlin to win 'his' tournament (yes, seven years now) and for her to shoot well enough that he is proud of her. Thanks also for helping me to improve that one sentence you mentioned.

MyCat- Thank you! You're right; Buffy didn't do as well as she would like at being subtle. She had to make sure she was shooting well enough so Daenlin would be proud of her. By the time she was comfortable with that, she only had one shot left to work with and found herself ahead of her master. She truly can't make shots go exactly where she wants and was trying for a seven or eight, hoping Daenlin would attribute it to either the longer range or nerves. As you can see, Daenlin is suspicious though.

Linara- Thank you! I am also having great fun reading Maya's voyage of discovery. I (and Winter Wolf) are glad you're finding Aradroth interesting. He'll never be a fuzzy bunny, but he will be a part of Buffy's Bravilian family.

Destri- Your comments warm my heart. The shoe shop is a simple reminder that, despite the dangers of her world, Buffy is a young elven girl. As you know, I revel in the concept that Buffy's story is a simple one that can hopefully be likened to comfort food. Your take on Daenlin is spot on. What it would mean to him to have his precious apprentice exceed him is a lesson he has yet to teach Buffy.

Grits- Thank you. I am so thinking of a Renaissance Fair that ate Bravil! We know Buffy's take on the tourney, in that she figures Daenlin winning it again is very important to him. Despite how comfortable she and Daenlin are together, she doesn't have a clue about his true perspective on the tournament. You and Destri do though. You're also very right about a cuirass and a long skirt; that is so Second Era! Okay, let's see how much damage Buffy can do with only an hour to shop.

Wandering through the confusing maze of merchant tents and vendors that filled the tournament grounds, I found myself staring up at a wooden sign that read 'Olaf's Fine Armor'. Curious, I parted the yellow and white flaps and slipped inside. Cheerful lantern light illuminated the roomy tent. Several tables and simple wooden mannequins displayed a variety of armor.

Hidden among the impossibly massive sets of mail and plate, one delicate cuirass caught my eye. The black color seemed to almost absorb light, but it was delicately embellished by ornately scrolled designs of a gentle golden hue.

The rounded shoulder pieces were of some type of plate with vertical flanges rising atop each. These stylish little wings were apparently to arrest shoulder blows before they could reach the wearer's neck. The thin breast plate was clearly forged to accommodate a woman. The rest of the cuirass was mail. The links were so fine that they appeared to form a supple cloth of black steel. Most notably, the armor was cropped right at the narrowest part of the waist, offering no trailing sections of plate to protect one's hips. Upon closer examination, it felt exquisite under my fingers and surprisingly light.

"Ah, Olaf sees you have quite the discriminating eye, Milady." The booming voice came from a mountain of pure Skyrim that now stood beside me.

"This flimsy thing?" I frowned dismissively, gesturing at the gorgeous armor. "It doesn't look as if it could stop the bite of a sewer rat."

"I see." The Nord's blue eyes sparkled in challenge as a smile creased his weathered face. "It's made for she who needs to be nimble, silent and unseen." Raising a shovel-sized hand to rub his chin, the smith measured me with his eyes. "I believe you may be just petite enough that this one of a kind piece of exquisite craftsmanship might fit." Lifting an eyebrow, he added, "Of course, I can see you wouldn't be interested in trying it on though."

"Well, I do have an hour to kill before I rejoin my archery master." I shrugged, trying to mask my enthusiasm. "Why not?"

A few moments later, I had drawn a curtain around what sufficed as a changing area. The beautiful cuirass fit perfectly, as if it were made for me. "What do you call this ugly thing, anyway?"

"The adventurer who sold the cuirass to me said its name was Night Shadow," came the Nord's reply. "Obviously of elven origin, its exact history is a mystery."

I slid the curtain open. From the sound of air slowly escaping Olaf's pursed lips and his widened eyes, I gathered the armor looked pretty good on me. It certainly clashed horribly with my tan buckskin greaves though.

To Olaf's amusement, I hopped about the tent, pivoting, crouching, and quickly drawing Slayer several times. The tiny links of mail seemed almost woven over their soft backing and made practically no noise. The cuirass afforded surprising freedom of movement. I wanted - no, I needed it. "Well, it doesn't offer any protection at the hips and these bits on the shoulders are rather clunky, but at least I can move in it and it does seem to fit." I stepped behind the curtain to remove the armor.

"I must say, it looks quite fetching on you, Milady. The haultguards atop each shoulder are to protect that pretty neck of yours," Olaf cleared his throat, "and as you have just so elegantly demonstrated, the lack of hip plating is to ensure unrestricted and quiet movement. Perhaps just the thing for a lithe and graceful she-archer?"

From behind the cloth barrier separating us, I smiled at Olaf's obvious flattery while removing the armor. I imagined how perfect the cuirass would look with the black buckskin greaves and boots that I had at home. "Well, I suppose I could be interested." Pulling on my flax blouse, I continued, "I'm sure, that since the armor offers such a low level of protection, it must be cheap?" After slipping both arms into my cropped vest of suede, I slid the curtain open. "Oh, by the way, my name's Buffy."

"Cheap?" Olaf frowned and shook his head. "Buffy, surely that discriminating eye of yours cannot miss the superb quality of elven craftsmanship so evident in this unique cuirass. I can't possibly part with it for less than a thousand gold."

"Why, I've seen horses and houses sell for less than that!" Although I knew that top quality armor could indeed fetch that kind of price, I was still taken aback and had no trouble mustering an attitude of chagrin. "No wonder this armor remains on display gathering dust. I thought perhaps you might be serious about selling it." I started to leave, hoping Olaf would stop me.

"Well, don't storm off now." The Nord's voice caused me to pause, then he slowly added, "I suppose I might have just a small amount of room to negotiate, especially since that armor looks like it was made for you. Nine hundred?"

Turning, I faced Olaf full on, looked up to his broad face and countered, "I was hoping for quite a bit less, actually." I batted my eyelashes at the Nord and smiled sweetly.

Olaf inhaled loudly and generated a convincing wince. "I'm such a pushover for a pretty young lady. I'll consider eight fifty, but that's as low as I can go."

"I appreciate your willingness to work with a girl of humble means such as myself, Olaf." I gently placed a hand on the rippling muscles of the smith's forearm. He didn't seem to notice the subtle emerald glow at the tips of my fingers. "I don't think I have that much gold. Are you sure you couldn't drop the price just a teeny bit more?"

It was clear that my spell had worked when Olaf cheerfully responded, "Why for you, dear lady? Of course, how does six hundred sound?"

"Oh Olaf, I could kiss you," I purred. "That is so much more affordable. There are some of other considerations though. Unless you intend to sell this armor to a child with breasts, I expect you realize that finding another woman that is both interested and fits into it is rather unlikely. Then there's the fact that even if I could struggle to purchase the cuirass, I would be broke. Worse," I lied, "I have no black greaves."

Shaking my head, I continued, "It would hardly be prudent to wear black armor without matching greaves," I shrugged my shoulders and widened my eyes as if stating the obvious, "don't you agree? I'm afraid five hundred gold is the most I could part with for this."

Olaf snorted. "Well, I'm certainly not going to throw in a set of black greaves for free!"

I narrowed my eyes and glared up at him.

After a moment the Nord shook his head and sighed, but a smile danced at the corners of his mouth. "By the Nine, Buffy. My purse is regretting you ever graced my tent. No greaves, but I will agree to five hundred for the cuirass. I assume you have that much with you?"

"Well. . ." I exaggerated a guilty grimace, "not exactly." I reached into one of my pack's outer compartments. "Olaf, I only have about four hundred in actual gold, but I have these two powerful healing potions. I assure you they're of the finest quality." I pressed them into a massive left hand and closed his fingers around them. "I made them myself and, because of the ingredients I used, they are remarkably light in weight as you can tell. Couldn't they make up the difference? Please?"

Olaf rolled his eyes, then slowly folded his arms across a broad chest and looked down at me with a frown.

Planting both hands on my hips, I lifted my chin and returned his steady gaze.

Our staring match ended when a thunderous laugh bellowed from the Nord. "If I agree, will you then take the armor and leave? Before I go out of business?"

His giant right hand engulfed mine as we agreed on the deal.

With the results of my power shopping nestled in my pack, I slipped back into the sunshine. "Acadian, I can't wait to get that cuirass home and try it on with my black buckskin greaves and boots. Do you realize how much gold I just saved us?"

The paladin shared my cheerful mood, and his words went unnoticed in the crowd, "If you save us too much more, we'll be broke."

The smells of grass, mead and cooking now blended with smoke and incense to form an exotic tapestry of aromas. Every color imaginable was represented within the maze of tents, tarps and unusual wares on display. Strains of a delicate tune could be heard over the boisterous chatter and loud proclamations of merchants. I followed the music.

Between the two brightly colored tents sponsored by the big wineries was a dark-haired Breton seated before a beautiful harp. Mesmerized by the gentle melody, I lingered as her fingers deftly plucked the strings. I had been told that harps were inspired by stringed weapons such as the one on my back. I smiled, as I thought how beautiful Slayer's quiet tune was to me. Given the harpist's fine manner of dress and ornate instrument, I surmised that she was hired by the two winemakers to strum up business, as it were.

I thought about buying some Tamika's, but frowned as I remembered how light my coin purse had just become. Instead, I headed for the burgundy and gold tent of the Surile Brothers. Daenlin preferred that brand, and perhaps I would find him there.

I lifted the tent flap and slipped inside.

"It wasn't good enough for you to outshoot me, Daenlin. No, you wanted to steal Diana as well." The Imperial with beady eyes glared down at Daenlin. "You were no good then and you're still no-" He stopped upon noticing that I had entered the tent. His face remained reddened, but the venom in his voice changed to a tone of business. "Good day to you, young lady. You look like a wine fancier. We have many varieties for all budgets, but I suspect you are discriminating enough to appreciate a bottle of our vintage three ninety nine?"

"I'm with Daenlin," I declared as I sidled up to my master and proudly encircled his arm with mine.

"Buffy," Daenlin said coolly, "this is Reman Broder, an old. . . friend from Skingrad."

Any pretense at pleasantness left Reman's face. "So, you've found another young wood elf to carry your bow, Daenlin. What else does she-"

"Be careful, Reman," interrupted Daenlin with a tone that was both dangerous and commanding. "Leave Buffy out of this." His voice then softened as he continued, "Forty years ago you, I and Diana were best of friends - the finest archers in Skingrad." He shook his head sadly. "Both of us acted like rutting bucks though, competing and trying to force her heart to choose between us. Neither of us should have been surprised to find that one day she had simply taken her bow and slipped away." The old Bosmer sighed. "I came here to offer my hand, but I see now that time has done nothing to quell your bitterness."

I followed his cue, and we turned to go. As Daenlin parted the fabric for us, he looked over his shoulder and added, "I leave you with the hope that someday you'll realize the futility of ancient rivalries."

"This isn't over," Reman spat. "Not by a long shot."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot788.jpg

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 25 2011, 02:54 PM

What a delightful screenie! It really shows off what a beautiful piece that armor is, and how good Buffy looks in it.

I had to laugh at how she worked Olav down from 1K to four hundred! Yes, at this rate he'll be out of business! But I wonder how much he really paid for that armor? Heh!

And this was the icing on the cake:

QFT!

And the confrontation in the tent between Daenlin and Reman Broder was quite tense! I always liked Reman in-game, and was surprised the first time around to see him like this. Too bad a good friendship was ruined over a woman. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. But Diana's choice was a surprise, and I'm sure it was a surprise to them as well! If they fit the typical pattern, the two men likely could only picture two possible outcomes - she'll choose me or she'll choose him - but not that she'll choose herself!

Posted by: mALX Mar 25 2011, 03:17 PM

ROFL !!! Loved this !!


I had forgotten about the mystery of Diana and all our conjecture of "Is she or isn't she" - I remember reading it the first time and it coming as a complete shock that with all the turmoil of the tourney you managed to wedge a mystery into it as well.

I said it then and I'll say it again : That left me awestruck, Acadian! BRAVO !!! You knocked me speechless with this episode twice !!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

Posted by: Ceidwad Mar 25 2011, 03:39 PM

Another grand chapter in Buffy's story! This archery tournament in Bravil is really a wonderful innovation, and feels in place in the medieval-like world of Cyrodiil. Thanks for the screenshot, too.

One small criticism: in the last paragraph the wording of Daenlin's remark confused me a bit:

His voice then softened as he continued, "Forty years ago, Diana, you and I were the best of friends - the finest archers in Skingrad."

I confused that to mean that Daenlin was addressing Diana, not that he was talking to Broder and referring to him, Diana and himself. It was only when I read HER's comment that it was clarified. A more clear wording might have been: "Forty years ago, Reman, we were best of friends - you, me and Diana. The finest archers in Skingrad.", or something similar, to avoid confusion. That said, having read it again, it is clear that Diana is outside the tent at the time of the conversation, but when I read it I wondered 'has she joined the party or something?'

Posted by: King Coin Mar 25 2011, 03:44 PM

I loved this line!

Buffy's looking good in her new cuirass! Daenlin has enemies? I wonder how this will turn out. Buffy might decide to apply her doctrine.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 25 2011, 07:22 PM

Ahh the most important task of the day, shopping!

"Of course, I can see you wouldn't be interested in trying it on though."
This gave me such a grin! Olaf is a wonderfully engaging character, and the entire scene of Buffy haggling with him was just inspired! Not to mention her sly use of a charm person spell!

Perhaps just the thing for a lithe and graceful she-archer?
I think Lissa might insist on the term archeress!

Once again, I adore your descriptions of the tourney grounds, the smells of the food, the gentle strumming of the harpist, it sounds like a wonderful way to spend the afternoon. As you commented, like a Ren Faire that swallowed Bravil!

It is too bad that such a lovely day at the faire had to falter on such a sour note as Reman Broder. Daenlin's willingness to bury the hatchet shows that he has gained wisdom with age. Obviously won at great cost. But then that is the kind that is most valued. Reman's final words, on the other hand, sound most ominous... I fear a thunderhead now looms over the once sunny fairgrounds.

Oh, and Buffy is just to die for in that black cuirass! I know a certain stringy Bosmer who would smile more than faintly at the sight of Buffy in that!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 25 2011, 08:55 PM

Buffy shows a ruthless streak, using a charm spell on the hapless Olaf. For shame, Buffy! Apparently all's fair when you really love a cuirass!

The change in Daenlin's demeanor when Broder insulted Buffy was absolutely palpable. One could see the briefest glimpse of the man he was before Buffy knew him as her kindly stalwart mentor. I look forward to exploring more of Daenlin's past, and I think I hear my favorite in-game Bosmer's approach.

Posted by: Zalphon Mar 26 2011, 02:27 AM

*Strums a mandolin glumly* I have a sad tale to tell...
*Strums it again* I once knew an innocent Bosmer with a heart of gold...
*Strums it again* That Bosmer is dead...

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 26 2011, 05:30 AM

Confessions of an Elder Scrolls Shopaholic?

Buffy's been a bad girl, methinks. Good thing Daenlin didn't catch this exchange. Still, can't argue with results, and that armor was simply too good to pass up. Glad to see Buffy has finally warmed up to the idea of wearing armor!

Posted by: MyCat Mar 27 2011, 09:15 PM

I loved this chapter. The haggling was priceless. Buffy looks great in the screen shot too.

I did see one nit though, Daenlin's name is misspelled once: "The Imperial with beady eyes glared down at Deanlin."

Posted by: Acadian Mar 28 2011, 01:00 PM

In Episode 90, Buffy went shopping and surrendered most of her gold for a beautiful new black cuirass. She then found Daenlin engaged in an ominous discussion with an Imperial working for the Surilie Brothers Winery named Reman Broder. The conversation seemed to have something to do with an old love triangle and lingering rivalries.

Rider- Thank you for that warm endorsement of Buffy's new armor and how her bargaining skills were not totally outclassed by Olaf! Heh, as you do, I suspect he still made a profit.

mALX- Thank you so much for your continuing enthusiasm over the tourney. As well as you know BF, I'm so delighted that we were able to sneak Diana in here with a touch of surprise!

Ceidwad- I'm very humbled that you find the tournament innovative. It is a large departure from our normal style, in that Buffy and I will have to manage and interweave some subplots. I thank you for pointing out the potential for confusion in one of our sentences; I agree and applied some minor adjustments.

King Coin- I'm so glad that you and others enjoyed the Buffy-Acadian exchange in that episode about saving money! Mara help us - Buffy and I are going to try and weave some mystery into her normally very simple story! The foray into plot weaving will only last as long as the tourney though.

SubRosa- Thank you for noting Olaf. Our intent was to show that although Buffy did well, the old Nord was an experienced merchant and quite able to push several of Buffy's buttons. I thank both you and Rider for your kind words regarding our attempt to bring a Ren Faire feel to Bravil for the tourney. Yes, plenty of foreshadowing at the end of that last episode. I must thank you for the computer magic you worked to so generously to dye a set of Buffy's buckskin greaves black for her. She now has them in four colors! Given Teresa's superb eye for attractive women, Buffy is happily twirling across my desk to read such a delightful compliment of how she looks in her new black bling!

Destri- Yes! All's fair in love and retail! Thank you for noting the protective demeanor that Daenlin adopted when he perceived insult to his young charge. You are exactly right that your favorite in-game Bosmer now approaches Bravil.

Zalphon- Woohoo! You wrote a song for Buffy! Gosh, I hope her story ends on a happier note.

TK- Hee! As you know, Buffy can certainly be a bad girl and is a master craftsman at rationalization. I expect we should be glad she lacks the aptitude toward destruction magic to learn Delphine's spell, 'Merchants Explode'. Can you imagine shopping with the Diva of Destruction? Well, Buffy still tends to select her adventure wear based primarily on looks but, like you, I'm pleased to see it now include several light cuirasses to match her rainbow of dyed buckskin greaves/boots.

MyCat- Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the haggling for that cuirass and that you share Olaf's opinion that it looks pretty good on Buffy. Oh my - thank you so much for catching that I misspelled Daenlin's name.

Daenlin and I slowly made our way west along the Green Road from the tourney grounds. The festive noise fell behind to be replaced by the gentle sound of water lapping the banks of the Larsius River. The air between us had remained wordless since the confrontation with Reman Broder. I tipped my face toward the midday sun, squeezed a long drink from my water bag, then offered the half full goatskin to Daenlin.

The Bosmer shook his head. "Buffy," he said as he finally broke the silence, "I'm sorry you had to see and hear that."

"I'm a good listener, you know. I mean, if you want to talk about it." I then added hesitantly, "I knew that you came to Bravil from Skingrad many years before I was born, but I never knew why."

"Well," he said, "you heard most of the story back there in the Surilie tent. I'm sure Diana left to preserve the friendship between Reman and I." After a moment, he looked away from me and added, "She loved us both, I expect."

As I thought about my own propensity to run away from Savlian Matius, I said, "Perhaps she was frightened and confused by the feelings in her heart. Did you ever find out what became of her?"

"I like to think that she found love and is happy somewhere with grandchildren at her knee. In truth though, I have no idea," the old elf shook his head sadly, "and it's probably just as well. Reman and I simply blamed each other for driving her away and became bitter. Finally, I left also and came to Bravil. I can only imagine how disappointed Diana would be to see us now. Reman retired his bow years ago and, as you saw, went to work for the Surile Brothers."

I looked at Daenlin. "That didn't sound like an idle threat he made." With the Buffy Doctrine in mind, I pressed, "Do you think he might try to hurt you?"

Daenlin returned my gaze. I suspected he saw the protective fire in my narrowed eyes because he quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't put it beyond him to try and discredit me perhaps, but attacking? No, Buffy, his bark is wors-"

We both stopped and crouched as the sparkling creature came into view ahead. The will-o-the-wisp was just hovering above the road as if waiting for a victim. Clearly, it didn't see us. Both our bows were still uncharged, as required by the tournament competition rules. I pulled Azura's Star, along with a small soul gem, from my pack and we partially charged the weapons.

"This one's mine," I quietly said. "Keep an eye out, for you know better than I that they often travel in pairs. Let me show you what your apprentice has learned."

I assessed the distance and checked the wind. Nocking an arrow, I applied some tension to the bowstring. After carefully aiming for windage, I elevated the tip of the arrow skyward, drew full tension and released it. I quickly aimed a second arrow directly at the wisp. When the silent count of my predetermined delay was complete, I loosed it.

The simultaneous impacts of the high and low trajectory arrows collapsed the creature into a puddle of glow dust.

Daenlin nocked an arrow and stepped forward, "Here comes his friend."

In typical wisp fashion, the second creature disappeared before our eyes, but was no doubt closing for an attack. Rather than fumble for my detect life rings, I nocked an arrow as well. We waited.

The wisp suddenly materialized in front of Daenlin's drawn bow and projected a thin red beam into the Bosmer's chest. Daenlin returned fire while stepping back to break the short range of the life-leeching spell.

Quickly sidestepping to ensure I wouldn't hit my master, I released my own arrow and killed the wisp.

We stared at each other while shouldering our bows. "You're hurt." I placed my hand on Daenlin's chest and willingly replenished what the wisp had stolen from him.

"Thanks," he said, "that feels better. Now, where on Mara's green Nirn did you learn to hit a target with two arrows at once?"

"I've been practicing. Master, are you proud of me?"

"I am indeed, Buffy." Daenlin continued, "Amazed, in fact. I've known Legion archers to use high angle fire to shoot over the ranks ahead of them, but I never would have thought to combine the tactic with direct fire. Creatively conceived and expertly executed. The student exceeds her humble teacher."

"I will never match your skill, Master. No one could."

Without further incident, Daenlin and I continued our short walk to the head of the Larsius River. Once there, we retrieved an old target that we kept hidden among some rocks near the entrance to Bloodmayne Cave. After half an hour or so of solid archery practice, Daenlin sat on one bank of the river soaking his feet.

I resisted the urge to drop my clothes and play in the water, as I knew it would make the old Bosmer's face turn red. Instead, I harvested some bergamot which grew in the area. It made for a wonderful tea that helped ward off disease, and the scent imparted a lovely citrus smell to my hair conditioner. It could also be crafted into alchemical elixirs that could dispel magic effects or even prevent spellcasting. I paused to study the elf who had taught me the way of the bow. This was a familiar spot for us, and steeped in memories of archery training.

The small bow I wielded was made for my ten year old frame by Daenlin, as was the arrow that he placed in my hand. I loosed the small wooden missile . It was accurate but had little effect on the mud crab lumbering toward us. "Again," said Daenlin gently while handing me another arrow. After I bounced several more arrows off the huge beast, it was getting dangerously close. I didn't turn and run though, for I knew the protection of my master was close.

Daenlin's bow spoke loudly once. An arrow blossomed from the mud crab, propelling its body away from us. The sight and sound was both thrilling and comforting.

"I kept shooting like you told me to, even though I was scared. Master, are you proud of me?"

"I am indeed, Buffy. Someday, you will shoot better than I." Daenlin beamed down at me and gently brushed some wayward blond strands from my face. "I've only once before seen an archer that possessed your level of natural ability. She too had locks of spun gold."

As the memory faded, Daenlin was still soaking his feet. He had plucked a long piece of grass and was leisurely chewing on one end of it. The mysterious blond archer he mentioned so long ago now had a name.

Finally, we returned to the city, parting ways at the stables. The early morning qualification shooting had delayed Superian's exercise.

As I led her north through the crowded tournament area, the mare cleared quite a swath. She fairly pranced sideways from pent up energy and nerves caused by the palette of people, sights, sounds and smells that now painted our city.

Once Superian and I cleared the bustle, I was able to calm her down somewhat with a gentle touch and soft words. I slid on my rings of detect life, then swung up into the saddle. After a whisper in her ear, we were both reveling in speed as we thundered north along the Green Road. Upon seeing a large pink glow appear ahead, we slowed to a walk and continued cautiously. When a white horse and rider came into view, I drew Superian to a stop and slipped off my rings. We waited, ready for a burst of unmatchable speed if threatened.

I could see now that the rider was a wood elf in leather armor, equipped with a bow and quiver. "Hail, friend, where are you bound?" I said pleasantly as she reined her mare to a stop beside us.

"Bravil." Her tone was cautious but not unfriendly. "Is it near?"

"It is indeed. I'm done riding and would be happy to accompany you. My name's Buffy," I then added with a smile, "from Bravil." With an unconscious pressure from my leg, Superian turned for home.

"Well met, Buffy. I am Alawen, Ranger for County Anvil." Side by side, we slowly headed south.

"Ranger?" I asked tilting my head. I could see now that she had large hazel eyes and her pretty face was framed in brown by hair the color of burnt sienna. I could not discern her age, which no doubt meant that she was in her long elven prime.

"It is like a forester, but I am not Legion at all. I serve Countess Millona Umbranox, as did my mother before me, and my charge is to protect the wilderness of County Anvil." After a moment, she added, "My Lady has asked me to represent her City of Dibella in the tournament of archers."

"May your arrows fly swift and true, Alawen," I said earnestly. "I'm competing as well. Where will you be staying while you're here? Even though it's only the first day of qualifications, I fear the inns may be getting quite full by now."

"Buffy, did you say you are from Bravil?" After I nodded, Alawen continued, "Frankly, I am more comfortable sleeping outdoors. In fact I live at Troll Candle Camp near Anvil. Is there perhaps an abandoned campsite nearby?"

"There surely is. When we get to Bravil, I'll mark Bawnwatch Camp on your map and send you a short distance south of the city. It's a beautiful campsite right along the river. I love sleeping under the stars too," I patted Superian's neck, "but I must admit a taste for real sheets and hot baths."

As we arrived at the stables, I marked Alawen's map and wished her well.

"Thank you for your kindness, young elf. Sweet water and green paths to you." Alawen flashed a smile, clicked twice to her mare, then continued along the Green Road.

* From Buffy's scrapbook:

http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot791.jpg

http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot798.jpg

http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot790.jpg

http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot799.jpg

Posted by: Ceidwad Mar 28 2011, 01:21 PM

Nice touch with the flashback scene here. And with Alawen travelling to Bravil for the tournament - Buffy's got some competition now!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 28 2011, 02:59 PM

And Buffy's good nature shows up again with her treatment of Alawen, a potential rival. Steering her toward Bawnwatch Camp, though? Hmm, I wonder if Alawen will have a late evening visitor?

Loved the quiet time with Daenlin and Buffy, at archery practice (both long ago and today). I loved that she resisted taking her clothes off for a swim to spare the old mer the embarrassment!

Oh, and cool screenies!

Posted by: Grits Mar 28 2011, 03:03 PM

I loved the negotiation between Buffy and the Nordic mountain (last episode). I guess Buffy’s charm spell was the weapon that turned the battle in her favor, unless she has reached expert in the use of eyelashes.

I’m so pleased that Buffy got to demonstrate her two arrows technique for Daenlin. He has said everything he needed to say, time will tell if Buffy heard it. Their interactions warm the heart.

The bergamot musings made me wish for some Earl Grey tea!

Posted by: mALX Mar 28 2011, 04:29 PM

Between the comradere of Buffy and Daenlin, the meeting with Alawen (and her horse!), and Buffy's flashbacks - this chapter climbs into the top favorites list !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!

Screenshot 4 is my absolute fave, how fast you must be clicking that "Print Screen" to catch that arrow before being shot and also mid-flight !!!

Posted by: Rihanae Mar 28 2011, 05:52 PM

I love this chapter. Its very easy to get completly lost in your stories, Acadian.

I too love the screenshots! I love the landscape in the picture of Buffy drawing her bow. Brilliantly placed

Posted by: King Coin Mar 28 2011, 08:55 PM

Aravi is jealous of Buffy's ease at dispatching those wisps. The fourth screen shot is my favorite. That must have taken a few tries to get right.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 28 2011, 09:08 PM

Well I think the cat's out of the bag now! Daenlin now knows for certain that Buffy missed that last qualifying shot on purpose!

Alawen arrives from Troll Candle Camp. Like hautee my mind immediately went to thoughts of Aradroth still lingering at Bawnwatch. I wonder what those two would make of each other?

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 28 2011, 10:33 PM

@Alawen and Destri: Aradroth was camping out near http://www.uesp.net/maps/obmap/obmap.shtml?centeron=Flooded+Mine, so that would put him near where you normally find http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Tooth-in-the-Sea camp north of Bravil.

So we learn a little more about Daenlin's elusive background, only to be teased with an even more elusive Bosmer Bowgirl (it seems they all share this trait!). It is the oldest story in the book, but with an ending that is quite different than normal. Instead of the girl running off with the bad boy, she ran off with herself! I rather like that.

Then our Buffster struts her stuff, not only with her new Two-Shot technique, but also healing her teacher. At one time the latter would have been remarkable to Buffy (and we her readers), yet now it seems as natural as shopping for shoes.

"I will never match your skill, Master. No one could."
Some teachers would say that if this was true, it would be an example of a poor master!

I resisted the urge to drop my clothes and play in the water
Our Buffy has not changed a bit!

And finally, Ranger Alawen of Anvil. Buffy shows much of her integrity in this simple meeting. Where others might be hostile to the competition, our Buff has nothing but genuine warmth and good will for her fellow Bosmer Bowgirl. I get the feeling that she and Buffy are about to become very close...

Posted by: Destri Melarg Mar 29 2011, 01:00 AM

First, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXCbAtkgNMw
Second, Alawen?

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 29 2011, 01:18 AM

First, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R828rFd2aI&feature=related
Second, I guess I have brown-haired Bosmer Bowgirl's on the brain!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 29 2011, 02:48 AM

Wait, who would want to put a cat in a bag? Cats hate bags!

Master archer Alawen has arrived! This tournament sure is serious business. I wonder if she might have a few tips for Buffy (or vice-versa)?

We are also delving into Daenlin's history here. I am quite intrigued over how that little love triangle fell apart and drove him away to Bravil. Considering the cold greeting he received, I'm quite sure things did not end well.

Posted by: MyCat Mar 29 2011, 03:47 AM

Speaking from a position of authority I'd say that cats don't like bags, except for the paper ones that make that scritchy sound.

In my games Alawen has always ventured too close to that Oblivion gate by the water. Too bad, she would have been a great archery tutor.

Posted by: Captain Hammer Mar 29 2011, 05:42 AM

"Another such victory and I will be undone." (Ἂν ἔτι μίαν μάχην νικήσωμεν, ἀπολώλαμεν)
-Pyrrhus of Epirus, the source of the term "Pyrrhic Victory."

I took Greek and Latin for my foreign language in college, so seeing an updated version of a quote from the era gets to me. I have a feeling that it's the paladin that understands this concept more than the bowgirl.

Interesting things come up about Daenlin. And we meet another Bosmeri bow user here to compete, this one from Anvil.

And yes, I put those next to each other for a reason. Fore-shadowing!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 31 2011, 12:44 PM

In Episode 91, Buffy learned a little more about the old rivalry between Daenlin and Reman Broder. A will-o-the-wisp encounter on the way to some archery practice, gave her the opportunity to demonstrate for her master a tactic she had developed in her travels involving high/low trajectory. Later that morning, while riding Superian, Buffy met a newly arriving contestant for the tournament - a ranger from Anvil named Alawen.

Ceidwad- Thank you! Our hope with the flashback was to echo Buffy's long held desire that Daenlin be proud of her. We're hoping to assemble quite the motley crew of shooters.

Rider- It was your kind enthusiasm at exactly this point during 1.0 that prompted us to weave in the quest associated with Bawnwatch Camp. Thank you!

Grits- I'm afraid it was the late City Swimmer that taught Buffy to bat her eyelashes; that probably explains why she had to learn illusion to ever get her way! Hopefully, someday she will meet a better eyelashes instructor. Buffy adores being with Daenlin, and I am so pleased you like their interaction. She does get her money's worth out of that bergamot!

mALX- Thank you so much for those kind words! I too, love the comfortable affection and history between Daenlin and Buffy. To you and others who mentioned the screenies, thank you.

Rihanae- Buffy is a simple elf with a simple story but, by Mara, she surely does love to share her world. To suggest that her stories are immersive, is music to our ears. Thank you.

King Coin- Thanks on the screenies! Aravi does really well - she is very adept at sidestepping spells and shooting quickly. As Aravi begins to use enchanted weaponry, she will be unbeatable! Oh, and she can use a sword!

Destri- I agree that Deanlin's eye is sharp enough that he now must believe Buffy pulled a shot during quals. Buffy is likely to be guilty of continuing to over think and over complicate the simple joy of shooting her best. It seems there is still more for Daenlin to teach his apprentice.

SubRosa- Thank you for so ably clarifying the camps and their locations. Being skittish does indeed seem to be a common trait among wood elven lasses! Buffy, of course, has believed for all her life that Daenlin is the greatest archer to ever walk Nirn. She wants desperately to believe her own words that no one could ever match his skill - even as part of her understands what Deanlin already knows.

TK- Thank you. In looking at all the fine in-game archers, Alawen certainly seems like a natural to be drawn to the tourney. I'm so pleased you're intrigued by the revelation of some of Daenlin's history.

MyCat- Alawen is one of those danger-prone NPCs (like Mazoga) that it would break my heart to lose. The unofficial oblivion patch (for PC users) renders her essential until she first agrees to train the player. If that status changes in our game, we change her back to essential. Thanks for reading!

Captain Hammer- Thanks for the historical insight and kind words about Buffy and Acadian's exchange on saving money.

"Buffy!"

Pausing just outside Nilawen's store, my head snapped toward the voice and looked up to see its bare-chested author. To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size. "It's great to see you again, Lum." I remembered we had pulled arrows for each other behind the Fighters Guild in Chorrol during my last visit there. "Are you here for the tourney?"

"Sure am." Lum gro-Baroth curled his lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile. "My brother, Kurz, is here too, though he's spending more time in the taverns than on the shooting range."

"Well, I see you still don't own a shirt," I said.

"Nah. Shirts are for ponces, and womenfolk."

"I'm so glad I meet your requirements to wear one," I replied with a smile. "Oh, by the way, welcome to Bravil. Are you and Kurz staying at the Fighters Guild during your visit?"

"Yeah," Lum then lowered his voice and leaned closer, "but, I'm glad I'm not in the Bravil chapter. The guild commander they got here is crazy. It's like the guy is running a Legion training camp. I heard that not too long ago he had some stringy wood elf who wanted to join the guild out back by the targets. Yelling in her ear while she was trying to shoot, he was. Apparently, the little red head managed to keep her cool and went right on hitting the target." The muscular green fighter flashed his tusks ominously then drove his right fist into an open left hand with a loud smack. "I'd have opened a bag of whoopass on him if he tried that with me."

"So you would have gotten distracted and not hit the target, right?" I teased.

Lum opened his mouth, then closed it and scratched under his headband with a thick finger. The orc then smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, maybe you got a point." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the sun, now just above the city walls. "I'd better go shoot some holes in one of them targets myself while there's still a little daylight left. Several of us fighters are going to try our hand at qualifying in the morning."

"Good luck, Lum." I watched as he headed for the training area behind the Fighters Guild. I didn't know the commander of the guild well, but I knew something about training under pressure.

"Faster, Buffy!" my University advisor commanded sternly. "I want to see magicka forming in your hand even as you release that arrow. Shoot, then cast. Again!"

"Boderi," I whined, "my head, shoulders, hands and fingers hurt. We've been chasing arrows with spells all morning!"

"Is that what you're going to tell a charging ogre?" the Dunmer snapped in my ear. "Not now, I have a headache? Your little butterfly butt can only take about one hit from such a beast. I don't care if you hurt, I want you to survive. Now shoot, Apprentice!"

Allowing a smile to dispel the image, I turned and entered The Fair Deal.

"Hi, Nilawen, how's business?" I said cheerfully.

"Oh, Buffy, you wouldn't believe how busy it's been." The pleasant Bosmer blew loose strands of black hair from her face. "This is the first break I've had all day. Long hours, but the gold's good with so many people in town for the tournament. What can I get for you, dear?"

"Well, I'll be home for a week or so until I get recalled to the University, so I need quite a few staples. You know, bread, flour, salt, tea and such." I pulled a folded piece of parchment from the inside pocket of my suede vest. "Here, I have a list."

The Bosmer wiped both hands on her apron, took the list and studied it briefly. "No problem here. I have all that in stock."

"Um, Nilawen?" I said sheepishly.

She paused, with a sack of flour on its way to the empty bag she was starting to fill for me. Tilting her head pleasantly, she replied, "Yes?"

"The thing is, I saw this beautiful piece of armor today and, well, I just had to have it." I held up my coin purse and shook the few lonely coins it contained. "Tonight, I'm going to mix up a batch of potions. After selling them to Ardaline tomorrow, I'm sure I'll have enough gold. Could you maybe hold things for me until then?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Buffy. Take the items now and just pop back in when you get a few septims." She continued filling the bag for me.

"Thanks, Nilawen." I noticed Nordinor and Aradroth were seated at a corner table talking quietly. Tilting my head toward them, I raised an eyebrow at Nilawen.

"Oh, those two." The merchant shook her head but smiled. "Nordinor has it in his mind that he's going to manage bets on the tournament. He's been trying to talk Aradroth into helping him."

"A bookie?" I giggled as I turned toward the pair and raised my voice. "So Nordinor, who's favored to win?"

Nordinor looked up from the scraps of parchment covering the table the pair of elves shared. He replied, "Well, Daenlin right now, but we still have two more days of qualification rounds before we know who the ten finalists will be."

"And Aradroth?" I frowned as I looked at the elf in black who comfortably slouched in a chair with his back to the wall. It was not lost on me that his potent weaponry was within easy arm's reach. "I hope you're not the bookie's muscle."

The assassin pierced me with his gray eyes but said pleasantly enough, "Like Nilawen, you cluck and worry too much. I'm merely advising Nordinor." The small elf then glanced at his nearby bow. "Remember, I'll be trying to qualify as well, and it wouldn't do for me to be overtly involved in the bookmaking end of things, now would it?"

"Buffy," Nordinor said, "I know bookmaking and Aradroth knows archery. He's my subject matter expert. We're running a legitimate operation here. Why, I've even obtained a permit from the castle signed by the Count himself." The Bosmer puffed up in jest. "I'll have you know, I'm as official as my good friend Hundolin, who runs book for the Arena."

"Why Nordinor," I said, "I never would have believed you to cut Count Terentius in on one of your enterprises. What kind of a take does his pompousness require?"

"Twenty per cent, but not to worry," Nordinor replied smugly, "I'll get that back. The Count is too deeply into his cups and debauchery to notice that he indirectly funds a good portion of my other-"

"That's quite enough, Nordinor," Nilawen interrupted sternly. "Just because Buffy knows how to keep her mouth shut, doesn't mean you need to blather on about your shady enterprises. I'm sure she's as well aware of them as I am." Wagging a finger at Nordinor, she continued, "Every time a guard comes in here, I'm tempted to turn you in, but I bite my tongue because you pay the rent for your room on time. Buffy doesn't need you to rub her face in the fact that, like me, she doesn't turn you in."

Nordinor blinked, and said seriously, "You're right of course, Nilawen." He then produced a wide smile, as if to change the mood and added, "Buffy, I assure you that all my illegal activities are perfectly legitimate."

Nordinor and I laughed, Nilawen chuckled and even Aradroth let slide a sly smile.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot792.jpg

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 31 2011, 02:31 PM

Lots to love here.

Though a few men would argue otherwise (that shirts are for wimmenfolk).

Loved Lum's complaints about the Bravil guild commander. Hmm, he does sound quite familiar, as does the redhead Lum mentioned. Gee, I wonder why?

Julian the pilus is chuckling at this exchange. How many times has she participated in both ends of this dialogue?

I think this is the standout line in the whole post for me. If there is any one left who doubts Aradroth's true nature, this has got to enlighten them! What a way to sum up an entire personality in a few words! And aren't you verging a bit on alliteration here? Purposely, I'm sure, and it's quite effective in this context.

Posted by: saqin Mar 31 2011, 02:34 PM

"Buffy, I assure you that all my illegal activities are perfectly legitimate."

Oh I absolutely loved that line. You're really good at giving all the people in your story character. The interactions with Aradroth were a lot of fun as well, but I wonder what Daenlin would think if Buffy deliberately got a smaller score than him in the finals...

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Mar 31 2011, 04:23 PM

I see Teresa has been around town within the last few days. Good to see she is holding up well. It was also quite nice for you to briefly flash back to Buffy's University training when she heard.

Really, Nilawen? Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to use "Buffy" and "mouth shut" in the same sentence?

I wonder how far things will go with our perfectly illegally legitimate Nordinor? Considering His holiness Regulus "Empty Bottle" Terentius is in on the deal, I don't think things will end well here.

Posted by: ghastley Mar 31 2011, 04:51 PM

To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size.

A nice addition to the description, pokes fun at the game's limitations at the same time as helping the story along.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 31 2011, 04:52 PM

To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size.
This was a wonderfully light way to tell us that not only Lum was large, but also an orc.

Hmmm, I wonder who that red-headed archeress at the FG was?

The flashback of Boderi's training was perfectly positioned following the exchange with Lum. It reveals not only some of Buffy's background, but also how she came by the wisdom of her words to Lum. Not to mention a bit of empathy for the FG guild commander who trains his people so relentlessly.

So Nordinor is now too legit to quit. I wonder if his other business arrangements with the Count's family might have assisted in his new position? Apparently not. But it sounds like they will still serve him in good stead.

Posted by: King Coin Mar 31 2011, 10:09 PM

Great chapter as usual. I always like Buffy's interactions with characters in the game. I've always thought of Nilawen as the kind sort.

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 1 2011, 12:46 AM

Several nice touches here - you link to Teresa's story and the idea of bringing Nordinor into the tournament as a bookie is brilliant.

"His pompousness". Love it!

Posted by: mALX Apr 2 2011, 08:21 AM

My fave line !!! Aradroth's character just brings such a homesickness for a certain Winter Wolf !!!! The subplots you run in the background of this tourney were unexpected surprises the first time I read them !!! Like opening a present and not knowing what is inside - I LOVE THE TOURNEY CHAPTERS !!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

Posted by: Zalphon Apr 2 2011, 09:50 PM

As if Buffy cares if they're illegal! She's an anarchic villain! Kidding...

Posted by: Acadian Apr 3 2011, 01:22 PM

In Episode 92, Buffy learned that the gro-Baroth brothers from Chorrol would be part of the Fighters Guild contingent trying to qualify for the tournament the following day. She then discovered that Nordinor would be running a bookmaking operation for the tournament using Aradroth as his 'subject matter expert' on archery.

Rider- Aww, thank you! It was great fun to write Lum's observations as a visitor to the Bravil FG, and a good way for Buffy to get an indirect glimpse at a couple of the larger than life characters there. I'll bet Julian has indeed given that hard-nosed lesson plenty of times to whiney young'uns! Thanks for enjoying how we closed the episode with Aradroth. Buffy the blond Bosmeri Bravilain bowgirl use alliteration? Hee!

Saqin- Thanks for those kind words on that line of Nordinor's. It is great fun trying to portray what Buffy sees in so many of the NPCs.

TK- Lum didn't stand a chance when Buffy backed up Teresa's thinking about staying focused during training. Buffy surely is a chatterbox, but she does sort of manage to keep her counsel when it comes to the secrets of others - a little more on that in this next episode. We'll get to see some more of the bookmaking operation later in the tourney. Thanks!

ghastley- I'm so glad you enjoyed Buffy's 'big orc = redundant' tongue-in-cheek comment. Thank you.

SubRosa- Ooh! A red-headed archeress at the Bravil FG! You can bet Buffy will be curious about that! Thanks for the kind words on the flashback. You nailed our intent. Even though Pappy and Teresa's actions came to Buffy probably third hand, she understood them perfectly. Heh - the underlying politics of what makes the Court of Bravil tick are way beyond her though. As you know, she tries to avoid that castle so she will only be able to share a few small snippets from her limited perspective.

King Coin- Thank you! Nilawen is wonderful and kind all right. She even helped Buffy's mother deliver our little bowgirl one Rains Hand dawn about a score of years ago!

Ceidwad- Thank you! We touch upon five other fanfictions during the Tournament. The two largest cameo roles (Teresa and Aradroth) have already been introduced. Buffy's only real dealing with Count Bravil was being humiliated by him when she bought her house. If she can avoid dealing with him, that's fine by her!

mALX- Welcome back! Yes, we do miss our Winter Wolf. Thank you for your encouragement of our temporary excursion into some subplotting for the Tourney. There will be several themes, a couple dead ends, guest appearances, a touch of mystery and even some archery!

Zalphon- Thanks. Buffy's getting better at knowing when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and when to shoot 'em.

"I want you to tell me what you know about closing an Oblivion Gate," I said bluntly to Ungarion after the last customer left his shop for the evening.

The Altmer blinked and stared down at me. He stepped to the door of A Warlock's Luck and locked it before replying, "Funny you should ask. I was quite hoping you would stop in." He gestured toward a chair. "Please sit. Wine? Tamika's if I recall?"

"Tamika's would be lovely, thanks." I removed Slayer and my quiver, then slid into the chair.

In between the rich tapestries lining the walls of the magic shop were numerous yellowed sheets of parchment on display with a variety of languages represented. I could recognize some of the scrolls as written in Daedric, others in Ayleid. Some, however, bore unfamiliar script. From beneath a cabinet covered in arcane oddities, the Altmer retrieved a bottle bearing the distinctive shape used by Tamika's winery.

After pouring for each of us, Ungarion eased his long frame into a wooden chair across the small table from me. "First, Buffy, a toast in honor of your return to our fair city." After the soft ring of silver goblets faded, he continued with a practiced smile, "I think we may be able to do business."

"I'm broke, Ungarion, but I was hoping for your help. I'm going to try and close that gate at Kvatch. There are brave soldiers risking their lives trying to stem the flow of Daedra from the Deadlands."

"I care not for Kvatch but you, my dear, are another story." The oily merchant smoothed a hand over his auburn hair. "Somehow you manage to move comfortably and discretely in many incompatible circles. You traffic in dark soul gems and black market goods, yet you are a respected member of the Mages Guild. You are well aware of the pathetic enterprises of Nordinor, but you do not surrender him to your friends in the city guard. I understand that Count Leyawiin has knighted you, yet you associate with Aradroth, whom I expect is of the murder-for-hire persuasion. Yes, you are a valuable ally indeed."

"I've never claimed to be of virtuous character, but I actually do know how to keep my own counsel when the secrets of others are involved." Ungarion knew enough about my history with black soul gems to get me kicked out of the guild. I, on the other hand, could have him imprisoned based on my knowledge of his high-end black market operations. Yet, I had known the Altmer all my life and did not believe him to be as unfeeling as he professed. "Can you help me, please?"

He studied me for a moment behind long steepled fingers before replying, "I believe so, Buffy. I will tell you what I know of Oblivion Gates."

"Thank you, Ungarion." I expected that he had a reason for helping me, but I needed his assistance. "I know the gate is held open by a sigil stone similar to the ones you used to make my rings of detect life. Where within the plane would I expect to find this stone?"

After taking a sip of wine, Ungarion set his goblet down. "I should believe near the center, perhaps in a tower of some sort and probably well guarded."

Now we were getting somewhere. I recalled Ilend Vonius describing a large tower after Savlian rescued him from the Deadlands. "How do I turn the sigil stone off and what happens to me since I'll be inside the gate when it closes?"

"I don't think you turn it off, Buffy." Ungarion smiled, as if indulging a child. "I expect rather, that you remove the sigil stone from whatever it may be powering. As far as what happens to you, I don't know. I do believe however, that some of the ancient sigil stones I occasionally manage to get my hands on must have come from inside such portals. That would lead me to think that you could live through the process of closing one."

His last words echoed as I stared into my goblet searching for the moments I needed to compose myself. Could it be possible to survive? I had assumed that my life would be forfeit upon closing the gate. My head spun with excitement over the chance of a future after Kvatch - perhaps with Savlian. I forced aside the swirling possibilities with the promise to think on them later. Doing my best to manage a calm response, I replied, "That's wonderful news, and certainly more knowledge than I had. I thank you, Ungarion. Is there anything else you can think of that might help me?"

"Needless to say, I would be most interested in purchasing the stone from you for a very hefty sum should you succeed. I presume you are prepared for the Daedra that surely defend the approach to the sigil stone?"

I nodded grimly.

"Yes, I would imagine so. It seems you have tuned your fine arcane education and bow skills to the life of an adventuress." The Altmer refilled our goblets. "I'm retired from that business of course, and content now to deal in exotic trinketry and secrets." Ungarion smiled and placed his folded hands on the table. "Now, I have in good faith provided what knowledge I have about your gate to Oblivion. My hope is that you might entertain a similar request from me. Should you oblige, I have some information about your tournament that I'm sure will be of interest to you."

I cautiously replied, "How can I help you, Ungarion?"

The smooth talking Altmer rubbed his hands together. "I am interested in the profit potential inside that mysterious door in the middle of our bay. They say that anyone who enters either never returns or comes out completely insane. Over an ale or three however, one of your guard friends, Gaius Prentus, let slip that you seem to be an exception." Ungarion looked at me expectantly.

"What you hear is true. Beyond that door is a very different world. From what I can gather, it's the Oblivion plane of the Daedra Lord Sheogorath, called Shivering Isles."

"A portal to Sheogorath's realm? Amazing." The Altmer rose, then returned to his chair after, placing bread, fruit and cheese on the table. "Please, eat and tell me more. Why do you think that you are able to enter and return with your sanity intact?"

"Gaius teases that it's because I'm a blonde and have nothing to lose," I said between grateful mouthfuls. I hadn't eaten since Daenlin and I shared an early lunch right after shooting for qualification. "In truth however, I suspect that it is simply because I was invited. When I approached the mysterious door, an oddly accented voice asked me inside with words about becoming his champion. I didn’t think much of it at the time and entered only out of curiosity."

"Buffy, this is fascinating. What did you find inside?" Ungarion lifted the bottle of Tamika's. "More wine, dear?"

Shaking my head, I continued, "A large outdoor area called the Fringe surrounded by high walls. I found a couple ruins of some sort and a small village named Passwall. Both the vegetation and creatures are unique. I haven't explored deeper into the realm."

"An elf with your curiosity?" The Altmer cocked his head. "Pray tell, why not?"

"Ungarion, you don't understand. The mayor of Passwall took me up to the passages that lead deeper into the Isles. The gates are guarded by a giant manlike beast that is perhaps three times my height and outweighs me tenfold. His right arm ends in a massive sword instead of a hand. I watched as he easily slew a group of steel-clad adventurers." I shivered as I recalled the slaughter wreaked by the gatekeeper.

I also remembered my guilt and anger after later seeking out Sheogorath's shrine. It was well south of Bravil along the Elsweyr border. What began as a harmless prank on the Khajiit of Borderwatch had turned out to be quite the cruel joke. Finally, I continued to Ungarion, "I know of no way to defeat the gatekeeper, and I surely don't care enough for the crazy little Daedric Prince of Madness to die trying. Besides, I have more pressing business in Kvatch." I reached for an apple and took a bite.

"Hmm," Ungarion rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment while his eyes traced across the ceiling, "have you come across any trinkets that might fetch a profit? Items that can only be found inside the Shivering Isles?"

"Well," I set down the apple, "the manner of dress over there is different, but I don't think you could make much gold from that." I decided not to share the lethal alchemical possibilities I had discovered. "There are gray-skinned creatures in the Fringe called grummites that remind me of goblins. They seem to have a tribal structure and are clever enough to make their own weapons and shields. Except for their bows, the items they make are heavy and crude." As I swirled my goblet, I remembered something else. "Oh, the general store in Passwell sells several varieties of wine that I've never seen in Cyrodiil."

"Wine?" The Altmer lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you what, Buffy. When your travels take you back there, I should love to see some samples of this grummite equipment. I also know a collector in Skingrad and another in Weye who would be quite interested in those wines you mentioned. I expect I could make it worth your while and quite appreciate you enlightening me some about the mystery." He raised his goblet.

"You're welcome, Ungarion." I smiled and once more we touched goblets. "Now, your turn again. You mentioned some information regarding the tournament?"

"Ah, yes." Ungarion frowned slightly. I thought I detected a slight squirm as the Altmer continued, "I recently sold a piece of merchandise - at a hefty profit I might add - that I believe might be of interest to you. Not that you would want the item of course, but rather that you will no doubt be concerned at the possible mischief it could cause."

"You have my attention, Ungarion," I set the goblet down, "go on."

"Well, truth be known, Buffy, I am not without affection for some of my friends here in Bravil such as yourself and Daenlin. I also know that this archery tournament is important to both of you." Ungarion shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "The item in question is a very powerful magic scroll that will temporarily drain the marksman skill from its target."

I glared at the Altmer and almost came out of my chair. "Ungarion, how could you?!? You know as well as I how difficult the use of such a scroll is to detect! In the wrong hands, it could sabotage the results of this tournament. I don't really care about the event, but it's important to Daenlin." I narrowed my eyes and hissed, "Now, who did you sell it to?"

"I sold the scroll over a week ago," the Altmer replied sheepishly, his eyes grazing the floor. "It was only when the town began to transform for the tournament that the scroll's potential occurred to me. I must confess a quite unfamiliar twinge of guilt now. In my business however, revealing the name of a customer has lethal consequences."

"You, of all people, should know better and I'm furious with you! I-" Shutting my mouth, I continued to glare at the black marketeer. Calm down, Buffy. At least you know about the scroll. I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "All right, Ungarion, I don't want Daenlin's tournament getting sabotaged. I also don't want you or anyone else getting killed over it."

"Look, Buffy, I can't share the name of my customer. It could mean my life." His eyes met mine and I assessed his fear as genuine.

Ungarion was an accomplished mage. He was not without the ability to defend himself, yet he clearly feared this 'customer'. Whoever he had sold the scroll to was both ruthless and formidable. That was the only lead I had. "Very well, Ungarion," I finally replied, "the information you gave me about sigil stones will be helpful, and I do appreciate that. I'll ask around discretely and see if I can come up with anything about sabotaging the tournament - without revealing your involvement."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot796.jpg

Posted by: mALX Apr 3 2011, 05:50 PM

The addition of someone buying a "drain marksman" spell was brilliant !!! The first time I read it in your original Tourney I nearly fell out of my seat !! Awesome subplot in addition to all the others you wove so deftly into the background of these chapters !!! Have I told you recently how much ... I LOVE THE TOURNEY CHAPTERS !!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 3 2011, 06:42 PM

First off, let me just say that April showers have never been so welcome before!

A nice description of A Warlock's Luck. It is very much the merchant-mage's shop. Remind me to steal it!

I'm broke, Ungarion,
It looks like Buffy did indeed save enough money in her shopping expeditions to make herself broke!

As always, I loved seeing Ungarion. One of the things I like about him is how you made him a black marketeer. I simply cannot imagine him any other way now. You use him to excellent effect in pointing out Buffy's own moral ambiguity, and her lack of shame over it.

Gaius teases that it's because I'm a blonde and have nothing to lose,


I must confess a quite unfamiliar twinge of guilt now.
Nicely put!

So there is a drain marksman scroll on the loose in the city of the archery tournament! Talk about a loose cannon! That could really screw things up. The question is, who has it, and who are they planning on using it upon? Daenlin seems the obvious target, as he is the seven-peat champion. But you never know...


nits:
I recalled Llend Vonius
That is actually ilend Vonius. You got tricked by the capital I looking like a lowercase l. It is easiest to tell by doing a search in the Wiki using "i".

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 3 2011, 07:12 PM

I enjoyed this chapter again the second time around. I had been waiting for Buffy to find out about the marksman scroll Ungarion had sold. It adds a depth and tension to the Tourney beyond the usual competition jitters.

I do have a nit, and it involves the word council. As you use it, it is incorrect.

According to the dictionary, council is a gathering or assembly, a group of people making up an authority in charge of something, such as the church council, student council, or municipial council.

In the context you intend, I believe you mean counsel. It means advice, recommendation, or an attorney in a position of advising. Keeping one's own counsel means keeping your mouth shut and minding your own business, which is exactly what Buffy is doing in your story.

Okay, back to the story. I loved the references to Nerussa and Sinderion in this chapter. Trust Ungarion to look out for his fellow Altmer wine collectors! Add me to the list of wine aficionados!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 3 2011, 07:38 PM

Ever deeper down the rabbit hole, far too deep to get out now, and I can only predict disaster at the end of the path Buffy has constructed for herself. I don't want to see the world she built for herself crumble into dust, but given what she has done, both to herself and others, I really just want to jump in and scream at her if she really, really, really knows what she is a part of. She trafficks in illegal goods, she has made pilgrimage to the Prince of Madness and aided him (with full knowledge that he is a very dirty trickster) in destroying a small community, and now Ungarion wants her to revisit His realm to deal in what could be very dangerous items. The Realm of Madness is not all gaudy colors blithering head-cases, what if he asks her to bring him Felldew?

What makes this worse is that Buffy can't back out of this world. Ungarion knows secrets that would completely destroy her life and ruin every friendship she has, and to admit to what she was doing when visiting the Princes would likely cause many of her friends to start pushing her away. Buffy has made some truly poor decisions in the past, and you can only hide them for so long. Sooner or later, these truths will become known to the world, and then what? Sure, she could turn Ungarion in, but that would just be cold vengeance, and such an action would be nothing more than a grim self-service, accomplishing nothing but giving Buffy the grim pleasure of destroying the man who destroyed her.

You wander a dark path, Buffy. I do hope you are ready to face the inevitable.

But I digress, that you make me feel this way about her is a testament to your writing skill. Well done!

Posted by: mALX Apr 3 2011, 09:14 PM

... I need a new keyboard.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 3 2011, 09:31 PM

Come again? Was it me?

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 3 2011, 10:03 PM

No, it was Dagoth Malan.

Posted by: King Coin Apr 4 2011, 02:13 AM

Good chapter! Ungarion redeemed himself a bit at the end. He may have risked his life there simply revealing the sale.

Posted by: Grits Apr 5 2011, 07:49 PM

"Needless to say, I would be most interested in purchasing the stone from you for a very hefty sum should you succeed. I presume you are prepared for the Daedra that surely defend the approach to the sigil stone?"

I nodded grimly.

When Buffy does not deliver an animated, lengthy reply, the subject is serious indeed.

The tournament has brought together so many fascinating characters, I love it!

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 6 2011, 01:38 AM

Oops! Sorry--I've gone back and started at the beginning of Buffy's story, and I posted in the first thread before seeing your notice at the end of that thread! Anyway, I have so far enjoyed reading it, and from now on I will post my comments here. Please...forgive me!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Apr 6 2011, 02:02 AM

I just finished the last two chapters. Lum’s complaints about the Bravil chapter head and a certain red-headed wood elf brought more than a faint smile. And Nordinor’s ‘completely legitimate illegal activities’ must keep the Count pretty well lubricated. I doubt that he could keep himself out of the dungeons otherwise.

Ungarion’s assessment of Buffy’s circle of acquaintance was a brilliant introduction to Buffy’s code for those unfamiliar with it. She may not think of herself as such, but being a ‘Child of Dawn’ it doesn’t stretch credulity that Sheogorath would extend such an invitation to her. Destiny and desire seem to be moving in parallel, and both are steering Buffy toward that gate in Kvatch.

I have done some thinking about the possessor of this Drain Marksman scroll since I read this chapter before. I think Ungarion’s reaction to the idea of revealing the name of the buyer, especially after his quid pro quo session with Buffy (whom he knows he can trust not to reveal his name), gives us a tantalizing hint at the buyer’s identity. I can venture a guess right now . . . it will be interesting to see if I am right.

Posted by: Acadian Apr 6 2011, 01:27 PM

Buffy spent Episode 93 in an evening of conversation with Ungarion. He provided more information about sigil stones and Oblivion Gates. In return, she shared some of her limited knowledge of the Shivering Isles. Finally, Ungarion confessed he recently sold a potent scroll that had the potential to sabotage the Tournament of Archers.

mALX- Thank you! And I love your enthusiastic support! It was encouragement from you and others during 1.0 that helped the tourney grow into such a massive endeavor.

SubRosa- Aww, thank you for the kind words on our April screenie in the rain! I have always liked Ungarion and it was great to bring him back, as we haven't seen him since Episode 29. Heh, breaking her bank to buy that beautiful black cuirass will weave in and out of several upcoming episodes until Buffy can refill her coin purse. Buffy is certainly a child of Bravil, with much of the survival-required baggage that comes with that. Yes, a 'whodunnit', or perhaps a 'who'lldoit'! The mystery will be a minor distracter for about 17 more episodes before it gets resolved. Thanks for rescuing poor Ilend's name for me!

Rider- Thanks for your support of our attempt to weave a small mystery into the tourney. Thanks also for helping Buffy keep her counsel; my old fingers are too used to typing Council of Mages. I'm so glad you mentioned my inferred references to Sinderion and Nerussa - I'm relieved that I was not too obscure.

TK- I am touched by your concern for Buffy's welfare and note that you express an interpretation and prognosis that is dark indeed. Let me offer an alternate perspective (based on an adapted version of a story told by Ronald Reagan) that may serve you better in predicting Buffy's future:

Buffy had a dream when she was seven. She and her friend Ardaline were locked in a room full of horse manure. Even though she was Buffy's senior by several years, Ardaline became despondent and began to cry. Buffy started happily tossing manure into the air as she sang a little song to cheer up her friend. The Altmer wiped her tears and stared incredulously. "Buffy, what in Mara's name are you doing?"

Up to her hips in manure and with both hands full of the stuff, the tiny elf paused with a grin. She then chirped in response, "It's obvious, silly! With all this horse poo, I just know there's got to be a pony in here. C'mon, help me look! Someday I'm going to have a horse of my own. She'll be a beautiful black one and faster than anything in Cyrodiil!"

I confess it is my intent that fully understanding Buffy remain as elusive as capturing a thunderstorm. Let me recommend reading with a touch of optimism though, and perhaps even a degree of trust in an underlying nature where those she loves and those who mean her harm forge perhaps the strongest currents.

For example, this is some of what I got from the previous episode: Buffy is willing to put her life where her mouth is regarding the gate at Kvatch - for a man she believes has the heart of a lion. She remains profoundly ashamed of the tragedy she caused at Borderwatch and has nothing but loathing for Sheo. Not surprisingly, she did not agree to the merchant's open offer to supply him with trinkets from the SI - she has bigger Daedra to fry. Her concern about the errant scroll is driven by her love for Daenlin.

Be at ease, my friend. Buffy is likely to survive her path to Kvatch and beyond. Ironically it will be because of the overall tapestry of her choices - not in spite of them.

King Coin- I'm so glad you see the slightly buried humanity (elfinity) in Ungarion. Business is business, but he does have a heart and recognizes Buffy and Daenlin as friends worthy of some self-risk. Thank you!

Grits- Ooh! What a neat observation that the chatterbox gets quieter when things get more grim/serious. The revelation here of Buffy assuming her plan to close an Oblivion Gate would cost her life is why I was so moved when I realized that Jerric went into the Kvatch gate with the same assumption. I'm so glad you're enjoying the tournament!

Lady Syl- Please don't apologize! I am so delighted to have you reading our story! As you catch up, I so hope you will pop in and grace us with your impressions. Thank you!

Destri- It was so much fun to reference the wonderful Fighters Guild and larger than life characters that SubRosa has created. Thank you for connecting the dots on the disparate circles in Bravil that Buffy comfortably moves within; it makes sense for an orphan raised by the city who has learned how to survive and even flourish.

On the scroll caper, I hope you enjoy our fun little attempt at a subplot with a touch of mystery. It must be simple enough that a blond bowgirl can help solve it in her spare time. On the other hand, my brilliant colleague in collaboration (with the faint smiling elf) provided some assistance with some of the details; so that implies a couple twists or turns. Looking ahead, my recommendation is to hold your cards until I post episode 103. By then, we'll have a full lineup and some good clues. Then I'll revitalize bobg's old contest and invite PMs with guesses as to who intends to do dirty with the scroll.

All- And so ends the first day of qualifications for the Tournament. Buffy and Daenlin have already each shot their qualification round. As will be detailed in this next episode, hopeful shooters have two more days to attempt to qualify for the actual day of competition. Buffy will be an extremely busy bowgirl, and pulled in many directions as we now join her early on the second day of qualifications. In fact, this day alone will require fully ten episodes for her to share it with you. We are on track to announce the winner of the Tournament around Episode 112.

"Buffy, you look terrible," the old elf teased with a sparkle in his eye. "Drink too much last night?"

"Thanks Daenlin, just what a girl likes to hear in the morning." I frowned as I plopped onto the bench next to the Bosmer and leaned into him for warmth against the cool dawn. "I didn't sleep very well." I had been up late making potions and trying to conjure a course of action to investigate who Ungarion may have sold that worrisome drain marksman scroll to. Somebody dangerous and violent, it seemed. Oh well, I would deal with that later. So much for a relaxing time in Bravil. I sighed.

Daenlin placed an arm around me. "Pre-tournament nerves keeping you awake, I expect. Don't worry, you'll do fine."

"Thanks." I managed a smile as I pulled some fruit and cheese from my pack to share. I also drank down a soothing potion to combat fatigue. "I'm sure that's all it is," I lied. Looking around the tournament area, there were a dozen or so archers either inspecting arrows or milling about. They were waiting for the judges to declare enough light to begin shooting. "Well, it's day two of qualifications. Are we still in the running?"

"We are," Daenlin declared. "I was talking with the judges earlier. In fact we still hold the top two spots. Say Buffy, I noticed posters all over town this morning. In fact there's one by the judging area. Now that there's a hint of light, would you be a sweet elf and go see what it says?"

"Of course, Master." I stood, feeling better after the potion, and walked the short distance to the red and white striped judge's tent. Attached to a wooden sign that had been planted in the ground, was a parchment bearing the stag symbol of the city above some official looking writing:

To all who shall see these presents, greeting.

Know ye that Count Regulus Terentius, welcomes you to the fair waterside city of Bravil, and publishes the following information, that ye may more fully enjoy the Tournament of Archers.

There shall be a three day qualification period, from the Thirty First of Hearthfire to the Second of Frostfall. During the qualification period, desirous contenders shall each shoot one round. For this tournament, a round comprises three flights of three arrows each. The first flight is medium range, slow-fire. The second flight is medium range, rapid-fire. The third flight is long range, slow-fire. On the Third of Frostfall the top ten archers will appear before the judges, and each shoot three rounds.

So shall be chosen the Champion Archer of Cyrodiil.

"Oh, it's just information we already know about the tournament, but it's good for spectators and visitors," I said to Daenlin as I snuggled back into my warm spot next to him. "I took a look at the shooters while I was up there. My friend Lum gro-Baroth was right. There are several Fighters Guild types in queue to qualify this morning."

"Yes," said Daenlin. "Quite a few of the guild is out here to cheer them on it seems."

Now that the potion had more fully opened my eyes and there was a promise of sun on the horizon, I looked around and nodded.

"They certainly have some camaraderie," continued Daenlin. "On the way out here this morning, I saw them all ceremoniously kissing the Lucky Old Lady and joking about."

I giggled at the image of big strong fighters kissing the stone statue. They were certainly here supporting their contingent of archers, teasing and laughing with each other. I couldn't help but remember that none of my own guild had come out to see me shoot for qualification. I smiled though, as I pulled Daenlin's arm back around me and leaned into all the archery support I could ever want.

It had never occurred to me to join the Fighters Guild instead of the Mages Guild; besides, I had come to love magic almost as much as my precious bow. Nevertheless, I envied their abilities. Many of them could fight with heavy armor and swords - something I figured I could never learn. I didn't even know that the Fighters Guild accepted archers until I met Parwen. I was pleased to see that she had traveled here from Skingrad to compete.

"Buffy, I've heard of the gro-Baroth brothers and recognize Parwen from previous tournaments, but do you know who that slender red head is?" asked Daenlin as he pointed to the group of fighters.

The Bosmer wore full leathers. Her flour-white skin contrasted sharply with her brilliant locks, which I suspected were dyed. The distinctive color looked right for her, and probably resulted from using a paste made from the leaves of henna plants. The young face was rather angular and displayed a somber expression. In fact, she did not look to be quick with a smile. It was the red hair though that triggered a memory from the day before. "No, Daenlin, but she fits the description of a new fighter in the Bravil chapter that Lum mentioned yesterday."

Our conversation was cut short as the judges began briefing the hopeful shooters. As the first archer stepped up to attempt qualification, I noticed that Nordinor and Aradroth had arrived. They were seated together. Aradroth was pointing at the archers and talking, while Nordinor busily applied a quill to the book on his lap.

"Well, if it isn't the current champion and his diminutive protégé."

The sarcastic voice came from a high elf standing before us. Daenlin looked up and replied, "Good day, Honditar. I hope you had a safe trip from Chorrol. Competing this year?"

"Winning is more like it," the prematurely gray Altmer sniffed. "I expect the two of you will need to combine your scores to match what I will shoot when I qualify tomorrow. And you, little girl, did you ever take my advice on using poison to help kill deer?"

I cocked my head as I tried to make sense of his math. The Altmer from Chorrol fancied himself a mountain man. "Well, I've somehow managed to subdue the beasts withou-"

"You know," Honditar interrupted as he examined his fingernails, "the Chorrol city guard still suspects me of pulling off the amazing shot that killed that vicious mage, Earana, by the Great Oak some time ago. They have no evidence to back it up of course, for a true mountain man would leave no trace of his passing."

Daenlin chuckled. "I'm sure you're right, Honditar. Such evidence would certainly be dust in the wind, given your gift of hot air."

The Altmer's haughty look changed to an indignant sneer, "Just wait, you little tree-hugger. Your reign of dominating these tournaments is coming to an end." Honditar then stormed off.

Daenlin and I smiled and shook our heads at each other. The exchange with the Altmer brought back a twinge of guilt, laced with satisfaction. I had called it preemptive self-defense, but the Dark Brotherhood called my elimination of Earana murder. Why was Honditar so cocky about the tournament? Did he have plans to-

"Here comes the first of the fighters." Daenlin nudged me. "Now watch, and provide me your assessments, my apprentice."

As Lum gro-Baroth shot, I noticed the rippling muscles of his bare back and shoulders. He had the strength to hold full tension on his bowstring for several seconds - long enough to carefully aim. He therefore skipped the step of aiming with partial tension. I was amazed. What an advantage that was, and it really showed during his rapid-fire flight. His long range shooting was only fair.

"Lots of strength, decent talent and well-practiced," I offered.

Daenlin nodded.

Kurz gro-Baroth stepped up. The armor-clad orc used the same style as his brother, but did not have the control to shoot tight groups of three. One of his arrows even missed the long range target completely.

I shook my head. "Same strength and style, but I expect he lacks his brother's devotion to practice. Lum says that Kurz spends more time in the taverns than on the range."

"Yes," agreed Daenlin, "talent without hard work will not hit the target."

The red head stepped up next. That would simply not do, calling her 'the red head'. I needed to check the registry and find out her name. Her bow was a simple one, of yew wood. The hand grip appeared to be iron, as did the protective ear caps on both ends of the staff. While shooting a pretty good first flight, she displayed solid natural ability and focus, albeit without the smoothness that comes from many years of daily practice. I was impressed to see her achieve a trio of tens during rapid-fire, but then perplexed to see her fall apart somewhat at longer range with the slow-fire.

I looked at Daenlin, mystified. "Um, good natural talent. She looks very focused, but why is she so much better at rapid than slow fire?"

"She's shooting intuitively, Buffy. Given her overall performance, I expect she doesn't even realize it. No doubt, she envisions a connection between her and the target and responds without thinking." Daenlin chuckled and continued, "On the slower fire, she thinks too much. It looks like she's only been shooting a few years, yet already displays some very impressive skill. With a good instructor who understands, and continued dedication to the bow, she will no doubt become a superb archer." Daenlin pointed toward the range. "Here comes Parwen."

The sun had risen enough that its light gently danced off the steel rings of Parwen's well-filled mail hauberk as she moved. Her style was consistent and flawless, no doubt resulting from decades of devoted practice. If her large breasts interfered with her shooting, it certainly didn't show. I found it odd that her accuracy, while respectable, did not match the perfection of her style. I recalled her remark to me that she was a better teacher than archer. I now recognized what she meant.

When Parwen finished, I turned to Daenlin and said tentatively, "She knows her stuff and works really hard. I mean, her form is classically perfect. It seems almost tragic that perhaps she simply lacks a high degree of natural ability. Perhaps her gifts are better used for teaching?"

Daenlin nodded. "Yes, a bit sad actually. She has always worked hard, and is testimony to how very far one can go with effort. Parwen is a fine archer but, alas, I fear she will never be a master. Greatness requires one to have both a high degree of natural talent and a truly passionate devotion to the bow," he then playfully tapped me on the nose and added, "like you, my apprentice."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/Teresa.jpg

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 6 2011, 03:08 PM

The discussion of the different styles and talents is very interesting, and rings true. I know it's true of horsemanship, of the graphic arts, even of writing.

All the training in the world doesn't matter if you don't have the passion for it. Both passion and training can make up somewhat for the lack of talent, but not entirely. Pure talent alone is wonderful, but needs passion and the focus of training to really shine.

This chapter is a wonderful introduction to the Fighters Guild lineup. I'm looking forward to the introduction of our other fine Bosmer archer, Alawen, and seeing how her style differs from the others.

And how delightful that Buffy's thoughts can travel so quickly from worry over that damned scroll to evaluating the strengths and weaknesses of her competitors. Though it's not clear if she sees this as such, that is exactly what she is doing. Whether or not she takes advantage of the knowledge remains to be seen, but I don't doubt that she will.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 6 2011, 03:19 PM

this day alone will require fully ten episodes
I see you are competing with Desti to write the longest day!

trying to conjure a course of action
Once more, I loved this phrase.

I pulled Daenlin's arm back around me and leaned into all the archery support I could ever want.
Awww. Again, I loved this as much the second time around as well.

his diminutive protégé.
This is new! I love the reference to Buffy's lack of stature!

given your gift of hot air
Point and match for Daenlin!

More broth for the mystery stew here, as Honditar storms off. Could he be the one looking to knock Daenlin from his lofty perch as champion?

A wonderful description of archery here as well. One thing many people do not realize is the strength of the bows needed for warfare. Unlike normal bows used today (and I mean the self bows, not compound bows), it took a great deal of strength to pull one to full extension. A (human) archer could not keep such a bow at full tension for very long. They had to fire very quickly. Hence the reason for "double-pumping" their shots, aiming with it half-way back, then drawing it all the way and immediately releasing. Pointing out the distinct advantage that the strength an orc possesses was an excellent way of putting an ES spin on this.

And finally "the red head" appears once more! Who is that girl?


nits:
The exchange with the Altmer brought back a twinge of guilt, lace with satisfaction.
I think you missed the "d" in laced?

She looks very focused, but why is she so much better at rapid than slow fire?
Look at this, and see if you might want a comma where I inserted it above?

Posted by: King Coin Apr 6 2011, 04:09 PM

I enjoyed the comments about the other archers. It's a treat to see familiar faces from other stories. I wonder what the assessment Buffy would have for my fighter? Great chapter as usual!

Posted by: mALX Apr 6 2011, 07:15 PM

WOO HOO! I know who the beautiful redhead is !!! Someone who is going to choke Pappy for entering her without her knowledge !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

Posted by: ghastley Apr 6 2011, 08:33 PM

Obviously the photographer from the Black Horse Courier knew who the redhead was, as he's titled her picture!

Re Parwen: the Amazons solved the "getting in the way" problem surgically. I prefer her method of just protecting with chainmail.

A lot of character coming out in the contestants in just the way they shoot (or shoot off their mouth).

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 7 2011, 12:29 AM

Chapter 3--It was excellent. I liked several things about it, and I will try to remember them all....

I love that she thought about selling the Amulet--that was classic. I mean, who wouldn't have thought of that, at least just for a moment?

Your wit--I love it. When Buffy went into Copius Coinpurse, her thoughts after reading the inscription on the counter was great.

The whole part where she met Simplicia--I liked all of it, and the line Buffy used, that she knew more about killing men rather than sleeping with them--that was good. And I also liked the background you sort of hinted at with the sweet old beggar woman.

The Arena--I loved everything about it. The way you described how Buffy felt as she walked up the ramp, knowing she might die...I could almost feel what she was feeling--I've done the arena many times, but the prospect of dying was never that big a deal because I could always just load a past save. But in this scene, for the first time, I felt that trepidation, that uneasiness, that goes along with knowing that it would end with either you or your opponent dead. And then when she saw he was Bosmer, you made him a real flesh and blood person, and even then I could feel that...concern about killing another person. And when she wondered about him afterward--did he have a family, did he have dreams? That regret, because she had taken that away from him, though she knew he had made that choice just as she had. The arena sequence was my favorite part of this scene, but I liked all of it. Excellent.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Apr 7 2011, 08:54 PM

It is no wonder that you have inspired so many with Buffy’s story, Acadian. There are so many moments to love about this chapter that is difficult to single out any one thing! The impact of Daenlin’s illiteracy hit me like a bracing slap, but it was handled with such a light touch that it almost passes notice. That is incredibly good writing and is one of the hallmarks of your style. The exchange with Honditar was terrific. Is there something in the wells of Chorrol that makes every Altmer living there such a blowhard?

I will say this on both Buffy and Teresa’s threads: It is a glowing testament to both writers that we as readers simply don’t care about the cavernous conflict in the time-lines of these two realities. For Teresa the Oblivion Crisis is over, but Buffy is still pondering her impending foray in to the Gate at Kvatch!

This is not a nit per say, either word is grammatically correct. I submit this simply because it nagged at me a little:

Ceremonial vs. Ceremonious

My understanding of it is that Ceremonial(ly) usually implies the performance of an actual ceremony, as in ceremonial dance, or ceremonial offering. Ceremonious(ly) often describes behavior which, while formal, doesn’t usually involve actual ceremony, like ceremonious speech or a ceremonious welcome. I’m not sure which context you intended, but it seems to me that if the Fighters Guild members were joking around then the adherence to an actual ceremony is a little far-fetched. Ceremoniously might be the better word. Am I wrong?

Posted by: D.Foxy Apr 8 2011, 01:02 AM

WOO HOO! I know who the beautiful redhead is !!! Someone who is going to choke Pappy for entering her without her knowledge !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!





for entering her without her knowledge !!!





....was she asleep or in a trance...

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 8 2011, 02:12 AM

Well, Honditar certainly is a snooty one. Holding to the Altmer prejudice quite well, if I may say so.

It was a very nice touch to see Teresa lose her luster at the end of the tournament simply by trying too hard. Nobody is perfect, not even Buffy, who seems determined to only ever be second to her Master (given she deliberately came up one point short in the first qualifier).

Problem is, I don't want Buffy to be nothing more than the Queen of Second Salstrice. I want her to go all the way and show the world what she can do! You have no reason to not do your best, Buffy, so give it your all! Daenlin will never think less of you for besting him, in fact, given his compassion for you, you will only make him prouder by doing so.

Go for it Buffy! Don't hold back! You deserve to win this one (so much more than that fetcher Honditar)!

Posted by: Acadian Apr 9 2011, 12:54 PM

Episode 94 opened the second day of tournament qualifications. We learned that a day of final of competition among the top ten qualifiers will occur after the three day qualification period concludes. Daenlin and Buffy shared their observations as numerous archers attempted qualification. Notable among these were the four archers comprising this year's Fighters Guild contingent.

Rider- Thank you for drawing out the interface between passion, talent and hard work/training that we tried to weave in here. I'm glad you enjoyed the FG lineup. I'm also delighted to report that we'll see quite a bit of Alawen's character and shooting style ahead. We can see already that Buffy is gradually being pulled deeper into the 'silly tournament' than she intended.

SubRosa- Longest day indeed; Buffy will be running until after midnight, and the next episode only moves her early morning forward by less than an hour. Thank you for those kind words about some of our phrasing. I confess the relationship between Buffy and Daenlin warms my heart as well. And yes, Honditar emerges as a suspect in the bubbling scroll caper! Like many of us, I draw heavily from the teachings of our own Foxy regarding the bow; it was fun to sneak in the rather un-TES like effect of strength. Foxy taught us that willowy little wood elves would make for poor archers. Of course when you tell a girl she can't do something, you know what happens. Right, Teresa? Thanks for those nits so I could fix them!

King Coin- Thank you! Aravi is very much a combat archer; her footwork, ability to dodge incoming arrows/spells and willingness to take foes head on, all exceed Buffy's.

mALX- Thanks! What an honor indeed to present the faintly smiling elf that we all love so much! Despite good intentions to check the tourney registry for her name, Buffy will get distracted (no surprise there). In fact it won't be until the following morning that Buffy is able to assign a proper name to 'the red head'.

ghastley- Thank you! Buffy was curious about Parwen; after all, as much as Buffy the blond Bravilian Bosmeri bowgirl loves alliteration, busty is not something we can sneak into her descriptive string. Parwen seems to get by, although the idea of seeing Hidy Heidi trying to shoot a bow sounds dangerous.

Lady Syl- Thank you so much! What a nostalgic delight to hear your impressions and insights as you catch up! I so hope we can continue to earn your readership. Once Buffy gets into the University, you will see her approach become much less linear, as she expands/modifies quests, invents her own and follows her own agenda. Like Teresa, Buffy is not of sturdy enough stuff to ever become the Champion of Cyrodiil. She has a small role to play in the Oblivion Crisis but, like anything 'noble' that Buffy does, it is motivated by strong affection.

Destri- You ascribe excess credit to this humble writer, my friend. My intent with Daenlin asking Buffy to go read the sign was to display the comfortably intimate grandfather / granddaughter nature of their long relationship. Daenlin is comfortable enough to ask Buffy to 'fetch his slippers', and Buffy adores Daenlin enough that she is honored to do so. Similarly, Buffy correctly presumes that Daenlin will always hold her chair for her before they share a dinner.

Your comments regarding the gentle and temporary overlap between TF and BF are so appreciated. It is Rider and treydog that taught us all that Tamriel is a magical place, where friendships and events can be shared regardless of time/distance and even event considerations. Indeed, the worlds of Teresa and Buffy contrast in many ways, ranging from the status of the Oblivion Crisis, to the smaller scales of distance and population seen in BF, to the strong roman influence seen in the Imperial Legion of TF. Yet, for a precious time, I am both excited honored to see the two worlds lightly interweave.

I concur with and appreciate your wise suggestion to use ceremoniously in the case cited.

Foxy- I suspect Teresa is way too smart for that. After all, I mean it's not like she's a blonde.

TK- Your advice for Buffy to 'go for it' and 'don't hold back' warms my heart, for it is exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Yes, Buffy's view of the tourney is completely 'Daenlin-centric'. Despite how close they are, she indeed badly misjudges what the old master would hope and expect from his precious protégé. We know Buffy is ready willing and able to pull shots to help her master because she has shared that with us. I would submit that intentionally easing an arrow into the nine or eight ring at long range, when done by a skilled archer like Buffy, is not easy to detect. Harder still perhaps for a master who wishfully assumes his pupil wants simply to shoot her best. Therefore, I am not surprised that Daenlin may not yet fully realize Buffy's intent. Her misguided thinking on this will likely get even more muddled. I hope the old master can teach Buffy the most important lesson of all - how to fully unfurl her wings.

Through eyes half closed against the wind I could see the pink blur that appeared at the fringe of my range. It was large and streaking toward us. Sensing my thoughts, Superian quickly pulled us back from our intoxicating thunder and speed. Within the span of a few heartbeats, the Black Horse Courier drew to an abrupt stop beside us.

"Hail, Buffy." The mist of heavy breathing from the two horses swirled together, producing an eerie fog in the cool morning air. The owner of the soft Breton accent continued, "How fares my sister of the black horse?" As she dragged a sleeve across her face to remove some dust, I could recognize her. The stallion, despite being tired, was agitated. He stretched his neck toward Superian, snorted and blew through flaring nostrils at her.

"Good morning, Surani. What news do you carry?" Superian was stamping her front hooves on the road. I did not try to dissuade her as she pranced sideways, several paces away from the stallion and turned her head away from him.

"The current edition of the Courier has several articles in it about the tournament." The Breton backed her mount away slightly, and worked to settle him with limited success. "Things in Leyawiin are quiet as they normally are when the Countess is visiting her mother in Chorrol. Oh, and I have a package for you." A small hand slipped into the saddlebag behind her and produced a parcel half the size of a fist. She lightly tossed it to me and said, "Well, pleasant journeys. We must be off now." The black horse snorted again and sprang forward, quickly opening the distance between us. His trailing hoofbeats rapidly disappeared north toward Bravil.

Fumbling the package open with an impatient curiosity, I found a ring bearing the raised image of a rearing white horse. It was set into an oval background of jade, and looked very much like a tiny version of the Leyawiin shield. The ring had been wrapped in a piece of parchment that bore the firm strokes of a quill.

My Pal Dame Buffie,

The Count is real happy with all the black bows I keep bringing him. He gave me a couple rings, one for each of us. I had that smart Arhgoni Arghony lizerd fellow who is the smith make my ring big and yours little. I hope it fits good and you like it.

The Count says I been doing real good. I even talked him into offering his bounty on black bows to them fellows in the Fighters Guild, since that Blackwood outfit is steeling some of their contraks. If the guild does a good job, I might even be able to get some time off.

Oh, some orc showed up at the Lodge today with a letter from you and asking to be a knight. I'm gonna get the sparring blades out and see if he can fight, then maybe let him tag along next time I go get me some black bows. He looks pretty sturdy, but I'll let you know.

Good luck at Kavotch.

Your fellow Knight Erroniant, Sir Mazoga

The small ring, signifying a position of nobility, slid perfectly onto my finger. I looked at it through moist eyes for several moments, then whispered, "You were right when you told me not all women can be as beautiful as you, Sir Mazoga. Good luck with Agronak."

My knighthood, and its resultant title as a minor noble, had thus far caused no problems. I attributed much of that to my simple demeanor, small stature and manner of dress. Thankfully, the Court of Bravil seemed to take no notice or interest. Gladius Maro had transmitted my wishes to the city guard that I be treated no differently than before my dubbing. My close friends were comfortable enough to either ignore the title or tease me about it in good cheer. I was actually pleased when my guild mates joked that I looked no more like a knight than a mage. Yet, the title had served me well in garnering some assistance for Kvatch. As with many things, there was a time and a place. I removed the court ring and slipped it into my jewelry pouch. Finally, Superian sensed my readiness to move on and we continued south.

Daenlin and I had watched almost a dozen hopefuls, including the Fighters Guild contingent, shoot for qualification earlier that morning. I then threaded my way through the early bustle and chatter of merchants busily setting up their wares for the day. Once I arrived at the stables, Antoine had helped me saddle Superian.

Although exercising the mare was my main purpose on the Green Road, I had fresh vegetables in my pack as a welcoming gift for Alawen. The ranger from Anvil was alone at Bawnwatch Camp and I figured, being far from home, she might appreciate a visitor.

My thoughts kept searching for the troublesome drain marksman scroll that Ungarion had loosed into Bravil. Why did he so fear the purchaser? Gradually, ideas of how to investigate were forming. No doubt, answers could be found under the dark side of Bravil - literally. There were those who might know something, but they preferred the shadows of night.

As Superian and I approached the wooden bridge to Bawnwatch Island, I noted a pair of large trees that had each been adorned with a linen archery target. The centers of both targets were shredded.

We started across the sturdy bridge. I could see a recently installed tripwire that was currently lowered to the surface of the heavy planks - no doubt a warning device for use when sleeping. "Hail, ranger," I called loudly. As the Bosmer rose from the far side of a small tent, I saw her fluidly equip a bow and nock an arrow. I quickly added, "It's Buffy from Bravil. We met yesterday."

The Bosmer set down her weaponry and approached empty handed. "Good morning, young elf. You are welcome here." Although addressing me, her hazel eyes were on Superian. She held out both hands, palms up, as the mare lowered her head to investigate. I noticed that two fingers on Alawen's right hand bore the same heavy bowstring callusing as my own. Superian accepted the ranger's calm manner and the two touched foreheads. Alawen said soothingly, "You are built for speed. Well-mannered, but a one-elf horse."

"Superian is all of that," I replied for the mare. "I'm surprised she accepts you so readily. I trust her judgment though, and it speaks highly for you, ranger."

"As her fine condition and spirit speak of you. The bond between Superian and her elf is strong." She then lifted her eyes to meet mine and added somewhat awkwardly, "Forgive me, Buffy. I live in the wild and most of my friends are animals. I am afraid I pay the price by lacking social grace. Please graze your mare." She glanced beyond Superian and I toward the mainland. "I just finished shooting on yon targets and was making some tea. Will you join me?"

"I'd like that, Alawen." I slid to the ground. Superian glanced at the ranger's white mare on the far end of the small island, then lowered her head to graze.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot814.jpg

Posted by: mALX Apr 9 2011, 02:17 PM

WOO HOO! Some all new material wedged into the familiar here !!! Buffy and Alawen's meeting before the tourney is one of my fave scenes, can't wait for the next chapter!! Awesome Write !!! WOO HOO !!!

Posted by: King Coin Apr 9 2011, 03:24 PM

I knew instantly it was Mazoga lol

That's so kind of Buffy to meet Alawen! I wonder what they will discuss?

Aravi has stayed at Bawnwatch before, now there is an excavation there I think.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 9 2011, 04:59 PM

And so we segue into yet another Bravilian quest.

I do have a nit about the horses' behavior. Is Superian rejecting the stallion's advances? If so, she wouldn't turn away from him. To do so would only invite him to proceed further. Instead, she would snake her head at him and bite, even strike in his direction with a forefoot. She would also squeal warningly with her ears flat against her neck. All of this is done facing the stallion. In that situation, he would clearly understand that she isn't interested!

Back to the story. I loved Mazoga's letter. It fits her personality so well. And her attitude regarding Agronak is wonderful! He's got some 'splaining to do before he can prove himself to her. Wise girl won't fall for the first handsome face that comes her way. Attagirl!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 9 2011, 06:42 PM

He stretched his neck toward Superian, snorted and blew through flaring nostrils at her.
"Hey babycakes, wanna dance?"

Superian was stamping her front hooves on the road.
"Lay one hoof on me and you'll be pulling back a stump!"

Yay for Sir Mazoga! I see you wove in several new points to her letter. Touching on the woes of the Fighters Guild due to their new rivals. Having them help Mazoga is simply brilliant! Every knight needs their squires after all (hint, hint, Buffy...). Then Agronak turning up was quite delightful to see.

I looked no more like a knight than a mage
QFT!

I noticed that two fingers on Alawen's right hand bore the same heavy bowstring callusing as my own.
Another excellent touch of realism.

A delightful episode as always. So it is off to Bawnwatch Camp, and some girl-time with Alawen. I am looking forward to seeing what sort of mischief those two Bosmer Bowgirls get themselves up to!

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 11 2011, 12:39 AM

Chapter 4--I loved the whole thing with Buffy going to the Shivering Isles and getting that grummite bow. Any chance she has or will return to the Isles some day?

Buffy is such an interesting character, and I love following her story. You seem to have good knowledge of archery, and I like that Buffy is an archer--I think I'll be picking up a few tips to use for Syl, because she does do some archery, along with the other forms of combat.

I like that she has such a close-knit family in Bravil. I never cared much for that city, but the way you portray it, Bravil seems nice and cozy, and I find myself wanting to go there more... And Nilawen, by the way, has always been one of my favorite shopkeepers! I'm glad she is one of Buffy's close friends.

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 11 2011, 11:48 PM

Can I just say how brilliant your portrayal of Mazoga is. You really bring her to life, and I loved her 'erroniant' misspelings of 'Argonian' in that letter!

Posted by: Acadian Apr 12 2011, 01:14 PM

In Episode 95, Buffy encountered a Black Horse Courier rider who gave the bowgirl a package. Wrapped inside a letter from Sir Mazoga, Buffy found a Leyawiin Court ring. Mazoga said she was being treated well and that her efforts against the Black Bow Bandits were now augmented by the local Fighters Guild. She also confirmed that Agronak had reported to her - seeking knighthood. Buffy and Superian then continued south to deliver a campwarming gift of fresh vegetables to Alawen at Bawnwatch Camp. The ranger welcomed Buffy and tendered an invitation to share morning tea.

mALX- Thanks for noticing some of the new details and gossip in Mazoga's letter. I'm really pleased that you are looking forward to more of Alawen, as we'll see quite a bit of her during the tourney.

King Coin- I'm glad that Mazoga's style jumped so quickly and identifiably to you! Buffy has a pretty strong nurturing streak that prompted her visit to the lonely camp of the ranger.

Rider- I took the opportunity to review all the Alawen episodes from 1.0 and the comments/responses over at the Bethesda forum. I was delighted to see many wonderful things, including your enthusiastic endorsement of the Forlorn Watchman quest when Buffy first directed Alawen to Bawnwatch Camp. At the time I did not intend to pursue the quest, but because of your enthusiastic comment way back then, we added it to Buffy's dance card. It remains in 2.0 and I thank you for it. Thank you also for the kind words about Mazoga's letter. I so hope Agronak proves to be a worthy champion. Buffy the busybody matchmaker will be following them closely.

SubRosa- Hee! Thanks for providing such wonderful subtitles for Superian in case there was any doubt regarding her feelings toward the stallion. Had she in the mood for romance, I'm sure she would have batted her eyelids, smiled coyly and licked the big fellow on the nose. Yay for Mazoga indeed! Simultaneously helping the FG while bolstering her own black bow efforts. And Agronak! After Mazoga checks out his sword skills, she just might have an appropriate nightly knightly consort! Who could ever say orcs are dumb? Those bowstring calluses do indeed imply that Alawen is one serious archer. Some Bosmer bowgirl talk and mischief coming up during the next few episodes.

Lady Syl- Thank you for those kind words about one of our early episodes! That ugly but mighty grummite bow will serve Buffy for all of Book 1. We have no plans right now for her to return to the SI for more than possibly a shopping trip to Passwall. That is why it is so fascinating to see the SI from Syl's point of view! Daenlin early recognized Buffy's passion for bows and how she eschewed any attempt at using a dagger or other melee weapon as a backup. He wisely encouraged her to seek the illusion skills of Kud-Ei to survive. I'm so glad you agree with Buffy that some of the wonderful residents of Bravil are like family to the orphan.

Ceidwad- I'm so glad you're enjoying our Mazoga! She'll continue to be a major character in Buffy's world. It was certainly great fun to toss out the editing book briefly and help Mazoga write that letter to her pal.

"I found Anvil to be quite beautiful when I visited there for one of my University recommendations." I offered the conversation starter as I sat by the softly crackling fire at Bawnwatch Camp. "How do you like living there?"

"It is where I belong," Alawen replied as she used a damaged arrow to transfer her kettle from the fire. "Golden grasses that dance in the salt-laden breezes, the sun slipping nightly into the Abecean Sea. . . ." An almost dreamy look on the Bosmer's face emphasized her love for the coastal city. "I have lived there all my life. In fact, I was born in the Anvil Chapel. We stayed there under the protection of Dibella until I was five. Mother then found work as the Countess' ranger for the Gold Coast, and we moved to Troll Candle Camp which remains my home." Alawen passed me a simple wooden cup filled with steaming tea. "What of you and Bravil, Buffy?"

"Born and raised there," I declared. "I-I know it doesn't match the beauty of Anvil or The Gold Coast, but I love the river. It runs right through the middle of my city. I also find myself very at home in these surrounding forests. I was orphaned by the age of twelve and the city raised me, so I know lots of people there who feel like family."

"I am sorry to hear of your loss, and at such a young age." Alawen's look was soft and caring. The elf was quite pretty when she smiled. "I have not traveled enough to be familiar with your city. I have heard of it though."

I was mildly embarrassed. My love for Bravil was genuine, but I knew what people from other places thought about it. Imagining the things Alawen had heard, I changed the subject. "Who taught you to shoot?" I jerked a thumb over my shoulder toward the ranger's targets.

"Mother. She was the finest archer that you could imagine. I was only eight when she started teaching me with a small bow she made. Since then, I have shot every day of my life. It is who I am." She blinked her hazel eyes a couple times, then watched the moist vapors rise from the cup cradled between her hands. "For the last several years, I have occasionally offered training to marksmen who seek me out. I like sharing what Mother taught me." Looking up from her tea, she continued, "The extra gold, along with a small salary the Countess pays me, helps keep my quiver filled. It also goes toward the meager supplies I need from the dockside general store." She looked directly at me. "And you? For one so young, you have the eyes of a trained marksman."

I chuckled. "I started shooting when I was eight with a small bow just like you. My archery master, Daenlin, made it for me. I understand when you say it's who you are."

"I see in your eyes and face that you do," said Alawen. "This Daenlin must be a fine master."

"Oh yes," I gushed, "he's like the father I never knew. Well, maybe more like a grandfather, but yes he's a great archer." I added proudly, "He's the champion of the last seven tournaments." I lowered my voice, even as I realized neither the trees nor Superian would tell my secrets. "As much as I love my bow, I just can't get very excited about shooting it for some contest. I'm only really competing to support my master."

"I know exactly what you mean." Alawen returned my smile and nodded knowingly. "I have never competed before and am only here now because I was so asked by Lady Anvil. She has always been kind to me, so I am happy to oblige. Countess Millona - that is what she likes me to call her - asked that I shoot my best, and I shall."

Alawen's confident manner then faded, and she seemed hesitant. "I am sorry, but my lack of worldliness is why the name of your master, Daenlin, is unfamiliar to me." Looking into her cup, she continued self-consciously, "In fact, living the way I do, I am unfamiliar with many things. I don't talk with people very often and. . . am quite afraid to be around groups of them." She stirred some life into the diminishing campfire with an arrow. "I am more comfortable with animals."

I could sense the ranger wanted to talk, yet she was tentative about doing so. "You sound very close to your mother, but speak as if she is gone?" I prompted gently.

"Mother was my best friend. She was killed about six years ago. Marauders." Alawen averted her eyes from my gaze and reached behind her for another piece of firewood, as if to terminate that part of the conversation. "I had another friend, a Breton girl about your age named Sarrah. She and her sister used to visit. I showed them my ability to calm animals; they both somehow learned to use magic to do the same. We all had great fun riding bears and tickling wolves. Sarrah died a few years ago." The ranger looked at me with moist eyes and managed a smile. "Her younger sister, Angel, still visits me."

"I'm very sorry Alawen." It was my turn to stare awkwardly at the freshly stoked flames that held no answers. I regretted my question, which now seemed like insensitive prying. My heart ached that I obviously had opened deep wounds. I reached into my pack, searching to brighten the mood. "I know there is plenty of fish, crab and game out here, but I thought you might enjoy some fresh vegetables."

"I am grateful for your thoughtfulness," said Alawen as she rose and placed my potatoes, carrots and onions into a food bag that she lowered from among the overhead branches. After hoisting the provisions up into the tree, she then rejoined me by the fire, and picked up her cup. "Buffy, do you think that. . . um, never mind." The ranger rolled her upper lip between her teeth and looked out across the Niben. The river now sparkled brilliantly as it reflected the morning sun.

I was struck by the dichotomy of ranger and child that I saw in Alawen.

Looking around her camp, I could see that she had set things up in a manner that reflected her mastery of life outdoors. The wood elf exuded wisdom and confidence in matters of bows, animals and life in the wilderness. She was the ranger for a whole county and probably twice my age. The fact that she had safely traveled here all the way from Anvil was testimony to her ability to deal with beasts, bandits and worse.

On the other hand, her manner could quickly melt into the awkwardness of a child - especially regarding matters of civilization. Even her formal manner of speaking reflected her limited dealings with men and mer. Yet, like Superian, I found myself readily liking and accepting her. As she continued to gaze across the river, I said, "Alawen, I can see something is troubling you." After a moment I gently added, "I'm a good listener if you want to tell me what it is."

She returned her eyes to mine, still childlike. "Buffy, some people think I am crazy because I live in the wilds and talk to lions, wolves and bears. When I go into town for supplies or to report to Countess Millona, humans and even some elves point at me. Sometimes I hear their whispered comments of 'touched' or 'odd'." Alawen frowned, perhaps searching for words. She then exhaled loudly, as if making a decision, and looked anxiously at me. "Would you think me crazy if I told you I saw a ghostly spirit last night? The translucent image of a man staring across the river?"

Her words jolted me like me the stray bolts of shock experienced if standing near Delphine Jend when she unleashed a storm of lightning. How could I have been so stupid as to not warn Alawen about the Forlorn Watchman? Was it not enough that I had clumsily asked about her dead mother? Now the elf thought that seeing a spirit meant she was crazy. I was the cause for this and it was my turn to feel like a child. The last thing on Nirn I wanted was for Alawen to believe I intentionally didn't tell her. Concern gripped me as I imagined the ranger thinking my failure to warn her had been an attempt to scare a competitor away from the tournament. Choose your words carefully, Buffy, so you don't muck things up even worse.

Deciding that the truth was best and simplest, I took a deep breath and let it out. "Alawen, you're not crazy, and your self-doubts over this are my fault."

"Go on," she replied, cocking her head and looking bewildered.

"I knew about the spirit, or at least the rumor of one. I've hunted this area many times, but never used Bawnwatch for more than a day camp. I've never been here at night to see him." I could feel the warmth rising above the top of my blouse, no doubt reddening my face as I quickly continued, "I-I didn't believe the rumors but, still, I should have thought to warn you. My reckless oversight has caused you unnecessary concern." I paused for a breath and looked hopefully at her. "Can you forgive me?"

"Calm yourself, Buffy, no forgiveness is required." The child in Alawen had yielded both face and manner back to the wise ranger. She also appeared relieved, perhaps over my endorsement of her sanity. "I see a young elf who offered assistance and directions to a stranger yesterday. The same elf who so thoughtfully brought provisions today and graces my campfire with her warm company."

"Thanks for not being angry, Alawen. I'm still sorry I didn't think to tell you. Some of the townsfolk call him the Forlorn Watchman." I smiled. "Now tell me about what happened, and perhaps we can 'unrumor' this spirit."

Posted by: Grits Apr 12 2011, 02:19 PM

From 94, I especially enjoyed the discussion about the orcish archers, since they are so different from the Bosmeri that we usually see. The whole discussion between Buffy and Daenlin was informative as well as entertaining. I loved seeing Teresa through Buffy’s eyes!

From 95, it made me smile when Sir Mazoga mentioned tagging along while she gets her some black bows.

And from 96, Alawen’s discomfort in crowds sounds like it could be a real problem for her in the tournament. I loved to see Alawen and Buffy get past the awkward moment, those little shared experiences can build a friendship. I’m looking forward to them ‘unrumoring’ the spirit, in part because of moonlight on the Niben.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 12 2011, 03:14 PM

Oh, what a delightful chapter to read on this lovely, cool, sunny, breezy spring day! (Remember, I'm in Northern Illinois, and right now it's 43 degrees and still warming up). The RL buds forming here are the perfect complement to this chapter.

I loved how you juxtapose the woman and the child in Alawen. She is a lovely woman in her heart and soul, and you've done well capturing that part of her personality.

And how nice to hear about Sarrah and Angel. I have never read Sarrah's story, but I remember Angel's fondly.

Just a couple of nits - they jumped out at me on the first read-through but were very difficult to find on the second go around!

I think your finger didn't quite make it up to the 't' key here!

And I had to re-read the latter part of the post several times before I found the second nit: Didn't you mean her gaze?

Thank you for reminding me that spring is here! County Bravil always reminds me of the Upper Midwest in late spring/early summer. And I am soooo looking forward to the two women playing ghost whisperers!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 12 2011, 04:30 PM

I have shot every day of my life.
And that is the discipline it takes to be a competent archer, and why the Welsh Longbowmen eventually vanished from English service. Early firearms were slower and much less accurate than a longbow. But you could teach a peasant to use one in just a few weeks. Archers take a lifetime to create.

I see Teresa is not alone in her ambivalent feelings toward shooting in the tourney. Not only Buffy, but also Alawen would rather be doing other things. I love how all three are in the tourney for the sake a mentor figure.

Hearing more about Alawen was bittersweet. She has certainly had many ups and downs in her life. As haute said, she is so adorably sweet. The person who captures her heart, if any ever do, will be lucky indeed.

Likewise the references to Angel and Sarrah were both welcome, and sad.

After hoisting the provisions up into the tree
I liked this little touch of realism. As the people who left their food in the car at Clingman's Dome found, you have to be careful about where you put in when you are in the wilderness. My brother once went camping with some friends, and after they burned a hamburger in their fire, just tossed the charred patty back in the bushes. Later that night a pack of wolves paid a visit...

I could feel the warmth rising above the top of my blouse, no doubt reddening my face as I quickly continued
This was an excellent example of not only showing rather than telling, but also firmly staying in the pov of the charcter. Naturally Buffy would not see if her face was red. She could only feel it, and imagine.

If there's something strange
in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?
Buffy and Alawen!

If there's something weird
and it don't look good
Who ya gonna call?
Buffy and Alawen!

Posted by: King Coin Apr 13 2011, 12:54 AM

Good chapter! Buffy is so thoughtful to Alawen. I'm anticipating the resolution of the Forlorn Watchman quest.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 13 2011, 05:45 AM

A most enjoyable cuppa with Ayla Alawen. Those two are natural together, just like peas and carrots. I am loving every second they spend together.

"Buffy, some people think I am crazy because I live in the wilds and talk to lions, wolves and bears."

Hark now, do I hear Ursus, Wolf and Baby nearby? Better keep your Beast Tongue handy, Buffy (though if she is all she says she is, you might not need it).

I see Buffy is planning to help a ghost find some rest, too. I wish her luck, and hope Alawen will be there to keep her company. I do so want to see more of those two together.

Posted by: Rihanae Apr 13 2011, 09:14 AM

I absoloutly LOVE this chapter. I enjoyed the conversation between Buffy and Alawen, and seeing as Alawen doesn't say a whole lot in the game, it's incredible the amount of personality you give such a solitary NPC.

Amazing.

Posted by: Zalphon Apr 13 2011, 02:58 PM

Humans and even some elves point at me and say, "touched" or "odd."

I like that line

Posted by: mALX Apr 13 2011, 04:57 PM

Alawen's sweet nature and Buffy's inner thoughts/reactions make this chapter !!! I'm pretty sure I told you this the first time I read this chapter - that food in the tree is used here in BFE ET all the time to keep the Black Bears out of your stuff. If you lock the food in your car they will literally break into it and get it out (see vid I posted on SubRosa's thread, lol). You tie it in a tree well away from your campsite but within sight range so you will see if a bear is drawn to it and can get the H out of Dodge while the bear is in the tree chowing down, lol.

Great Write !!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Apr 13 2011, 05:27 PM

In addition to fulfilling your intent, I think you have unwittingly added some real depth to Daenlin. I urge you to explore this aspect of Daenlin's character. Perhaps reading was not high on his list of skills to acquire in his past life as woodsman and adventurer. You could use that as a completion of the circle between the two when Daenlin seeks Buffy's aid (or maybe she insists) in teaching him to read. An elf with Daenlin's pride would naturally solicit aid in this regard from one he trusts the most.

Sorry. I just think that it holds a wealth of possibility.

Chapter 94:

Mazoga's letter was just fantastic! You perfectly captured the awkwardness that occurs whenever she engages in the affairs of a 'courtly' knight. Her thoughtfulness in having the ring sized for Buffy gives real weight to her salutation in the letter. I think that when Mazoga calls someone a pal, she really means it!

Chapter 95:


So now we know that Buffy is at least an expert with her bow. Nicely done!


I wonder if there's any way to convince Angel to visit the rest of us here at Chorrol.

Alawen's reticence is as understandable as it is endearing. Is it any wonder that she is one of my favorite NPCs?

Posted by: MyCat Apr 14 2011, 04:35 AM

You bring Alawen to life, she has a character! In my games I only met her once and by the time I'd dug up an elven bow she had tackled one too many Daedra at that gate down by the water. (In my other games she apparently had tackled the Daedra long before I met her. I should maybe play a game from west to east instead of taking so long to get to Anvil.)

Edit: tackled not tacked.

Posted by: ghastley Apr 14 2011, 03:42 PM

UOP makes Alawen essential until you meet her and start the training quest. It's usually the bandits that get her, rather than Daedra. Their equipment scales as you progress, but she's stuck with the leather and Silver bow all through the game, so they out-gun her quite early on. I make a point of clearing the area when I start that training quest, and as long as I return every three days they'll stay dead.

I'm looking forward to finding out how the Buffy/Alawen story works out.

Posted by: Acadian Apr 15 2011, 01:28 PM

Buffy and Alawen enjoyed morning tea at Bawnwatch Camp during Episode 96. Our bowgirl was struck by the dichotomy of ranger and child she saw in the other elven archer. Their conversation eventually turned to the Forlorn Watchman and a decision to investigate.

Grits- I'm so glad you're enjoyed the commentary of Daenlin and Buffy regarding the other competitors and, of course, getting to watch dear Teresa shoot was such a treat for us! I also loved reminding us of Buffy's friendship and matchmaking attempts regarding Mazoga. Thank you for honing right in on the competition implications of Alawen's fear of crowds.

Rider- Thank you so much for the endorsement of Alawen's paradox of woman and child. I'm glad that you northern folks are finally getting to enjoy some lovely spring weather! Long ago, bobg graced me with unfettered license regarding his inspirational characters; they do not play a major role, but I do intend to keep Angel and the precious memory of Sarrah alive via BF. Thanks for the nits so I could fix/clarify them.

SubRosa- Thank you for the endorsement of how long it takes to train an archer. I like your observation that Teresa, Alawen and Buffy are all competing on behalf of someone they care about; it speaks well to the nature of all three of them. I appreciate your kind words about Sarrah and Angel, as well as Alawen and her woodsy wisdom. You humble me with your words about Buffy staying strictly in her limited first person point of view (pov), for I consider you quite the master when it comes to pov. Buffy's limited pov restricts expansive mystery because we only learn what she sees; yet, paradoxically, that same limitation enhances a desirable touch of fog for exactly the same reason. Oh, your poem reminds me that Buffy recently encountered a wandering minstrel at the tourney grounds strumming his lute:

There was a lass with flaming red hair,
who in her travels healed a grizzly bear.
With a smile ever so faint,
she saved Mara's living saint,
and even Button the mare.

King Coin- Thank you! I hope you enjoy Alawen and Buffy as they attempt to resolve the Forlorn Watchman.

TK- Alawen + Buffy = peas + carrots. What a delightful compliment! Since they both seem to have unpredictable strains of wisdom and childishness, here's hoping they both don't go 'little girl' at the same time!

Rihanae- Thank you. Alawen started as a logical choice to compete in the tournament. Once Buffy met her though, the ranger's personality really blossomed. I'm so glad that, through Buffy's eyes, we get to see it!

Zalphon- Thanks! Yes, Alawen is a true creature of the wilds and would surely be oddly received by city folk.

mALX- I'm so glad Buffy's inner thoughts and self-doubts rang effective for you. She is beginning to see in Alawen, what Superian instantly knew upon meeting the ranger. Thanks also for your endorsement of Alawen's food bag in a tree!

Destri- Much food for thought about Daenlin - thank you. Realizing that you are acquainted with Sir Rugrat, your endorsement of the orcish letter Buffy received from Mazoga is a powerful compliment indeed! I was delighted to learn during BF 1.0 that Alawen is one of your favorite NPCs. I so hope you will enjoy the major role she plays in the tournament.

MyCat- Thank you for the kind words regarding Alawen's personality. We just make her essential via the command console if the crown over her head ever changes.

ghastley- I agree with and thank you for the concise description of Alawen's somewhat complex and changing in-game mortality. Yep, UOP is a good thing for PC users! I'm delighted that you're anticipating more Buffy/Alawen.

Alawen signaled a stop along the west bank of the Niben, well south of Bawnwatch Camp. "I followed the spirit here last night," she said over her shoulder to me.

As Superian pulled alongside the ranger's white mare, I scanned for life signs around nearby Fort Irony. The distinctive glow of a solitary mud crab almost two hundred feet farther south along the river's bank was no threat. I removed my rings to better read the ranger's face without the distracting pink aura that surrounded all of us.

Alawen continued, "This is where he stopped and talked to me. He said his name was Grantham Blakely and mentioned something about being stuck in the mouth of a panther? He bore no wounds from tooth or claw, and I found no scat or track of a big cat in the area." She frowned. "Do you see now why I questioned my sanity?"

With one hand on my thigh, I leaned against the pommel of Superian's saddle with the other and looked at Alawen. "Can you think of anything else? What did he do after he talked to you?"

"He turned and pointed across the river. The pose he struck was like that of a lookout I might see stationed at the bow of a ship coming into Anvil Harbor. Buffy, does any of this make sense?"

My eyes were drawn toward the far shore and I mused, "Maybe he wasn't referring to a big cat at all. Directly across from us, the Panther River flows into the Niben - the mouth of the panther?" Scratching my head, I continued, "There's nothing over there except a bunch of old-" my eyes flew open wide at the flash of realization- "shipwrecks!"

"A sailor and his ship!" we both exclaimed together.

"Yes!" Alawen continued excitedly, "he was a sailor and his spirit must be trapped on a ship over there and I am not crazy!"

I smiled, at the brief reappearance of her girlish manner. "So now what, ranger?"

"Buffy, I know this is not my jurisdiction, but that sailor asked for my assistance and he shall have it. I am indebted to you for helping to make sense of this. May a gentle breeze and the kiss of sunshine accompany you and Superian as you journey back to Bravil."

I did indeed have things to do in town. Potions needed to be converted into gold so I could pay Nilawen for my supplies. I hoped to watch a few more archers shoot on this second day of tournament qualification. The drain marksman scroll that Ungarion sold to some mysterious buyer still weighed heavily on my mind.

I looked at the wide Niben, knowing there were no nearby fords or bridges. The sun, still on the east side of the river, told me it was barely mid morning. I figured there was nothing I could learn about the scroll until after dark and, well, the other stuff would just have to wait.

"Alawen, I'm no ranger, but I'm a pretty good scout and I know this area well. Since I feel responsible for getting you into this, will you accept my assistance?"

"I would welcome your help," she held up one hand as if to cut off any premature reply and added firmly, "as long as you understand that I am in charge."

Her words triggered the memory of getting an 'I'm in charge here' lecture from Savlian Matius. I nodded and replied, "I understand."

"I welcome your skills and local knowledge then," she said. "Do you know a way across the river? I fear by the time our horses could swim it, we might be quite some ways downstream."

"Are you familiar with magic that lets you travel across the surface of water?" I asked.

"The properties of nature's bounty are well-familiar to me, Buffy. I carry potions, made from tiger lily and grapes, that allow water walking. Do you suggest leaving the horses here then?"

"No," I replied, "I can cast spells that will allow them to come with us."

"I remember my disorientation when I first stepped upon the water just a few years ago." Alawen's eyes seemed to travel to a faraway place and her skeptical expression suddenly blossomed into a youthful smile. "Before long though, Sarrah, Angel and I were standing atop the waves of the Abecean, riding them into shore, screeching and laughing. . . ." The child and her smile both gradually faded before the ranger continued, "Nevertheless, I hesitate to ask a horse to deal with that sensation."

"Superian has learned to accept and even welcome traveling atop the water. I've seen your way with animals, Alawen, and I'm sure your horse trusts you." I dropped to the ground and Superian followed me to the river's edge. "Let me help you teach her."

Alawen dismounted and led her horse to me.

"What's your mare's name?" I asked.

"Charger," replied Alawen.

I moved close enough that the mare could inspect me, as water gently lapped at everyone's boots and hooves. My spell would require laying both hands upon her. Charger nosed me and I gently rubbed her neck. I noted numerous scars on the white mare, similar to those found on many of the Imperial Legion Bays. "She's an old warhorse I see."

"She belonged to my friend. Although originally a mage, Sarrah later pursued the path of steel, accompanied by this fine animal." Alawen's eyes moistened as she continued, "After Sarrah. . . died, her sister Angel brought Charger to me, asking that I care for her." The ranger blinked several times and sighed, "Now, the old mare helps me patrol the Gold Coast."

Once Charger seemed comfortable with me, I let her watch as I bathed Superian in alteration magic. The white horse then patiently endured the same spell. Always afraid of being surprised, I fished into my jewelry pouch and returned both detect life rings to my fingers. As I added a third ring that was enchanted with water walking, Alawen upended a potion to provide the same effect. We then began our training. Encouraged by Superian's example and Alawen's gentle urging, Charger was soon willing to follow her ranger out upon the surface of the river. Satisfied, I coaxed everyone back ashore.

I beamed at Alawen. "I knew she could do it, especially with your touch. I'll need a few moments before I can cast again. When I do though, let's quickly mount and start across the river." I drank a potion to speed the restoration of magical energy and help fuel another double casting of the massive alteration spell.

Before the morning sun was noticeably higher we were galloping toward it, across the smooth expanse of water.

Where the Panther joined the Niben, we found only one wreck still intact enough to resemble a ship. We came ashore, dismounted and inspected the damaged vessel. The stern plate said 'Emma May', and a gaping hole in the starboard side of her hull helped explain how she came to be nestled in the rocks along the shore.

"Have you spent much time aboard ships?" asked Alawen.

"No." I stabbed dubiously at the rotting wood with the toe of my boot. "You?"

"Yes, my duties have required the occasional search or clearing of ships in the Port of Anvil. She will be dark inside, but hopefully there are enough holes in her old hull to be able to see. She looks abandoned and there should be no reason to fight, but we need to be ready just in case. As soon as we slip inside, we will stop to assess what we are dealing with." Alawen unshouldered her bow. The staff was of sturdy yew wood, trimmed with silver at the handgrip and ears. "Ready?"

I nodded. A soft red glow briefly adorned Slayer as the fully charged bow sought my hand.

We both crawled through an opening in the hull and lowered ourselves to the interior main deck. Before our eyes could fully adjust from bright sunshine to dim shadows, I heard a sound that could not come from man, mer nor beast.

My blood ran cold as I spun to face the wailing screech. Less than three paces away was a wraith, its ethereal arms raised in challenge.

If alone, this would have been a really good time to magically disappear and devise a plan. With Mazoga, I would have jumped behind the armor-clad orc, then supported her from a position of safety with bow and spell. Alawen wasn't Mazoga though. I could neither hide behind her nor abandon her. I desperately wanted the wraith away from us. Thoroughly flustered, I cast a demoralize spell. I realized the stupidity of my panicked response, even as the magicka left my fingertips.

The undead apparition, of course, ignored the effect. I could see a globe of energy growing between its ghostly fingers, as my own hand began to form a glow that could turn the undead. The wraith was faster though. My spell fizzled as an icy blast of magic slammed into me, forcing the air from my lungs.

A reassuring twang from behind me announced an arrow that interrupted the spirit's next attack.

After failing another frantic attempt to cast my spell, I realized the wraith had cursed my magic. I reached desperately in one of my pack's outer compartments searching for a dispel potion. The spirit was upon me now and raised a glowing hand. Once again, the snap of Alawen's bowstring heralded an arrow that caused a momentary pause. I gave up fumbling for a potion and raised my bow to block, even though I could not cast a spell to reinforce it. Slayer was nearly knocked from my hand as the spirit swept it to one side. The wraith's other hand struck my shoulder with a frigid blow of such jarring force, I was knocked from my feet.

On my back now, I brought up my knees and bow defensively as I prayed for Alawen to shoot faster. Another arrow only slightly delayed the icy hand that raked freezing tracks across the front of me and completely dislodged the bow from my chilled fingers. Alawen's next two arrows allowed only one more such numbingly cold strike. Finally, the wraith looming over me issued a mournful wail and transformed into a rain of green slime.

The ranger was instantly kneeling beside me. "Buffy, can you hear me? Talk to me!"

I was still on my back, with knees and arms drawn up in front of me and shivering uncontrollably. "C-c-cold."

Alawen pressed a pink vial against my lips and helped me drink the soothing liquid. Much of it ran down my chin to join the ectoplasm that covered me, but the shivering eased a bit.

Terrified of another attack, I was able to raise my head enough to look around us for life forces. "A-a-another," I whispered through still chattering teeth as I managed to gesture at a distant glow toward the bow of the ship. Alawen picked up Slayer from the deck and pulled me along as I crawled a short distance into the stern compartment where we would be safe for the moment.

After covering me with the pelt of a wolf, the ranger's deft fingers quickly struck steel to flint and lit a torch. She planted it between two loose bulkhead planks and swirled another potion over the flame. Within a few moments, she was helping me drink the warm liquid. I did much better with this second potion and the warmth flowed through me. Soon, the shivering stopped completely, leaving my muscles exhausted and aching.

"Welcome back," Alawen said as she gently brushed the stray hair and green goo from my face.

I managed a weak smile. "She looks abandoned and there should be no reason to fight," I said, mimicking the words Alawen had spoken before we entered the Emma May.

"I take that to mean that you feel somewhat better, young elf." She pushed two more pink vials my way. "Here, you are not done drinking yet; one for healing, another to combat fatigue."

I sipped the potions as we repaired our equipment. "They hit hard, use frost and can temporarily disable spellcasting," I said. "I think we're gonna need a plan."

"I agree," Alawen said with a nod. "Having you distract the wraiths by curling up on the deck and letting them knock the urine out of you while I shoot is not optimal."

"Oh," I said sheepishly as I glanced down, "you noticed, huh?"

"It is hard to miss if you wear deerskin greaves, Buffy. At least we know what we are dealing with now. Yes, let us discuss a plan before proceeding."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot811.jpg

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 15 2011, 02:18 PM

Ouch! Buffy got owned by that Wraith! Good for her that Alawen was there to save the day.

We continue to see much of Buffy's personality: the way she volunteers to help Alawen, bows to her command, and of course the respect she shows Charger.

I very much enjoyed this exchange:

I sipped the potions as we repaired our equipment. "They hit hard, use frost and can temporarily disable spellcasting," I said. "I think we're gonna need a plan."

"I agree," Alawen said with a nod. "Having you distract the wraiths by curling up on the deck and letting them knock the urine out of you while I shoot is not optimal."

"Oh," I said sheepishly as I glanced down, "you noticed, huh?"

Posted by: D.Foxy Apr 15 2011, 03:11 PM

Ah, friend Acadian has decided to take over the poet's mantle from my shoulders!

I shall be away for a couple of weeks. This chapter, though, will be in my memory till then!

Posted by: Grits Apr 15 2011, 03:15 PM

"Yes!" Alawen continued excitedly, "he was a sailor and his spirit must be trapped on a ship over there and I am not crazy!"
I had to double check to make sure that wasn’t Buffy talking! How charming these two are together!

What a gripping battle with the wraith! Buffy did well to even think of the dispel potion under the circumstances. She gave us such a vivid picture of what it feels like to be attacked by frost, unable to defend against it. Her courage in staying for the fight let Alawen attack the wraith unhindered while it was busy battering Buffy. And then Buffy got slimed!! Too bad ectoplasm does not come already infused with a pleasing citrus scent.

I managed a weak smile. "She looks abandoned and there should be no reason to fight," I said, mimicking the words Alawen had spoken before we entered the Emma May.
I love that Buffy’s first act upon reaching relative safety is to sass the one who’s “in charge.” There’s the dragon spirit!!

"I agree," Alawen said with a nod. "Having you distract the wraiths by curling up on the deck and letting them knock the urine out of you while I shoot is not optimal."
Oops! But it was effective. I can’t wait to see Buffy’s plan!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 15 2011, 03:38 PM

Loved the tidbit of Buffy training Charger to walk on water. Of course, the old mare just needed to see that it was fine before charging ahead. Likely she's seen an awful lot during her time with Sarrah and Alawen.

Mares tend to be less easily fazed by new things than the boys (stallions or geldings) anyway. Good job on capturing her personality. I'm sure Blanco would love meeting her!

This reminder of our favorite hero brought more than a faint smile to my lips!

Posted by: King Coin Apr 15 2011, 04:02 PM

Amazing chapter! I knew the tight confines of the ship would be hard on Buffy. That fight was great! Buffy was incapacitated almost immediately and Alawen kept cool and defeated the wraith! Aravi could have really used Alawen when she went there. She ended up running away from the wraiths.

Posted by: mALX Apr 15 2011, 04:13 PM

Absolutely one of my fave chapters !!! The easy friendship between them promises to last, and I hope it does. Their interaction brings out the personalities of both, and they could be sisters by the similarities in them !!! Buffy is at her Buffyest in this chapter, and those times are always my favorites !!


This scene was so natural I just had to quote it, it was so easily visualized:

Your description of the effects of the frost spell were wonderfully done, what a great detail to enhance the story in describing everything Buffy felt from the spell, then have her summarize it for Alawen !! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

And to top it all off, Buffy's endearing weakness, and Alawen's mention of it !!! It is so great to know that, no matter how grown up Buffy gets ... she will always be Buffy at heart !!! LOVED THIS CHAPTER !!!!

Posted by: ghastley Apr 15 2011, 04:36 PM

"I agree," Alawen said with a nod. "Having you distract the wraiths by curling up on the deck and letting them knock the urine out of you while I shoot is not optimal." - I'm sure this won't be Buffy's choice of tactic regardless of whether it's "optimal" or not! She's always come up with a better idea before, so I expect she'll do so again.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 15 2011, 04:52 PM

Oh, that was not a poem I posted, it was the lyrics to the song Ghostbusters, by Ray Parker jr. I just substituted Buffy and Alawen for the part where he says "Ghostbusters!".

Alawen shows her mettle with her insistence to help the ghost, once she realized that she was indeed not crazy. Buffy of course shows her own by accompanying her. Not to mention with her ability to cast her water walking on horses, and help acclimate them to the entire thing.

Poor Buffy! Trying so desperately to protect Alawen, she bears the brunt of the Wraith's attack and gets the pee knocked out of her! Something she was so not built for. This would have been much easier if she had been alone!

Posted by: MyCat Apr 16 2011, 12:41 PM

I guess that's why she's buying black armor now

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 16 2011, 10:57 PM

Chapter 5 review

Loved the chapter title.


Men! "Acadian, if you had your way, I would sleep with full battle gear including a bow and quiver jammed into my back! Or more likely, would you have me never sleep at all? I know you worry, but that’s why I had Ita Rienus teach me how to disappear before we left Bravil. You know that every time I camp or bathe in the wilderness, I make sure I have that spell ready. That will allow the time I need to grab my bow if suddenly attacked. Now, mind your own business about what I do or do not wear!"
I like these little bits between Buffy and Acadian. They are very amusing.


I did pick up a few lightweight items that looked like they would sell for -

Buffy! Stop daydreaming.
This was an excellent way to bring us back to the present. And it also caused me to chuckle. 'Twas most unexpected.

Shocked, I managed to breathe the words, "y-you know Acadian?"

After gently pressing two fingers under my chin to close my mouth, she smiled and responded…
When I envisioned the above scene, it was a great image--Buffy's mouth gaping in shock and Dagail simply closing it like she did. Priceless!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 18 2011, 04:05 AM

Argh! Another moistening blunder by our wondrously playful she-elf!

That was a gripping flight. Quite tense, and I was genuinely scared for Buffy's bow. I was sure she wouldn't succumb herself (with her resolve, I don't think Buffy even knows how to die), but I was quite afraid that the wraith would snap her bow. That would have been quite heartbreaking for our Bowgirl, I'm quite sure.

Once our duo has rested up, formulated a plan, and dried off their greaves, I will be right back with them. Onwards!

Nit:

"Nevertheless,I hesitate to ask a horse to deal with that sensation."

You lost a space here.

Posted by: Acadian Apr 18 2011, 01:10 PM

In Episode 97, Alawen and Buffy followed clues from the Forlorn Watchman to the mouth of the Panther River and found the Emma May. Upon entering the shipwreck, the two archers were promptly attacked by a wraith. After surviving the fight, where Buffy got her butt kicked, the ranger and her scout agreed that some refinement to their plan was required.

Ceidwad- Thank you. Although way out of their comfort zone, neither archer abandoned the other in the face of a close range wraith attack. You nailed much of Buffy's personality in your kind comments.

Foxy- Ah, the legend of Button and the Bear will no doubt spread throughout Tamriel! Safe journey, my friend.

Grits- Gosh, thank you for reviewing so much of what I was trying to portray of Alawen and Buffy here through their actions. For Buffy to initially cast the wrong spell (demoralize against an undead) was such a typical response for her when caught surprised without a plan. It was a Boderi-instilled response to being silenced that caused Buffy to reach for a dispel potion. I'm so glad you enjoyed that scene and the interaction between the two ladies.

Rider- With help from the young filly and some patience, Buffy and Alawen were able to teach an old mare a new trick of walking on water! I'm so glad that mention of our hero in a headband brought a smile.

King Coin- Thank you. Yes, that was quite the harsh 'welcome aboard' for the pair of archers. By herself, Buffy would have disappeared and tried to hide!

mALX- Aww. Thank you for enjoying the interface between Alawen and Buffy. I agree that this past episode showed plenty of what they're made of (the good, the bad and the wet - lol). I'm so glad the impact of the wraith's freezing attacks came through effectively.

ghastley- Heh. I agree that Buffy makes for a very poor 'tank'. Of course, Alawen is poorly suited for that role as well, so I hope they can come up with something that works. I'm sure Buffy is wishing for a 'summon Mazoga' spell.

SubRosa- Sorry for the confusion from my last comments; I recognized your wonderful reference to the ghostbusters song, but chose my words poorly as I tried to segue from song to poem. You are so right that neither Buffy nor Alawen are built for this type of fight! I agree that without Alawen, Buffy's instinctive reaction to disappear, hide and formulate a plan would likely have kept her greaves dry. Fortunately, Buffy's insistence on not abandoning the ranger was matched by Alawen's calm and lethal volley of arrows.

MyCat- Hee! Buffy has natural tan buckskin greaves as well as those dyed gray, forest green and black. Surely one of the darker colors would have helped her hide the fluid reaction to getting beaten, frosted and slimed!

Lady Syl- Thank you for the lovely words about Buffy's Leyawiin MG recommendation quest, where she learned a little more about Acadian from Dagail. Buffy has a few 'trademarks', and getting her lower jaw gently lifted closed when agape is one of them. What a fun nostalgic trip you are giving Buffy and I with your wonderful comments as you catch up!

Thomas Kaira- Yes, a moistening blunder! I'm glad we were able to portray some of Buffy's terror during that fight. Hopefully, the duo will do better going forward. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

Navigating the confusing maze below the Emma May's main weather deck, we crept toward her bow. There were enough holes and cracks in the old hull that slender, dust-laden streaks of sunshine provided enough light for us to make our way. I signaled a stop, then whispered what my rings revealed. "Hidden just beyond the starboard side of that open hatch at the end of this long passageway is another wraith."

"You seem to know the terminology quite well for someone who has spent little time aboard ship." Alawen's quiet statement included a questioningly raised eyebrow.

Returning my eyes to the distant glow, I softly replied, "The University has a large library." The statement was true enough but incomplete. I figured it was simpler than trying to explain about Acadian. As Alawen and I had ground up sacred lotus seeds to create resist frost potions, the paladin had given me a silent lesson in ship terminology.

The ranger returned her attention to the shadowy passage ahead. "To approach close enough to see the wraith will surrender our range advantage. Can you do something with your magic to perhaps coax our target into a killing zone?"

Recalling my bruised butt and wet greaves, I was more than a little motivated to prove my worth to Alawen. After a moment, I smiled and nodded. "Nock your arrow."

I visualized the spell sequence I would need, then raised a glowing fist. A skeleton formed from the lavender cloud I released in front of us. Another spell caused the summon to fearfully rattle down the long passageway toward the open hatch.

As soon as the wraith wailed his interest and engaged my bony helper, I evaporated the summon by casting a new one between Alawen and I - a scamp this time. As I hoped, the disappearance of my skeleton drew the suspicious wraith into the passageway.

Alawen's first arrow elicited a screech, and was immediately followed by a quiet twang from Slayer and a fireball from the scamp. The withering fire that ensued, caused the wraith to dance and jerk until it collapsed into a puddle on the deck.

The ranger looked at me. "By Dibella, Buffy! I have never seen anything like that." She added, "This went a lot better than the first one, no?"

Feeling my self-confidence returning, I proclaimed, "There's no more life signs on this deck. Where next, ranger?"

"Well, scout," she said with a smile, "before we go slogging through this whole ship, I want to know more about her fate. Let us find the captain's cabin, and navigation room. Hopefully, there will be ship logs of some sort. Both those spaces should be near the stern."

We made our way aft until we found ourselves at the bottom of a ladder to the captain's quarters. Alawen whispered, "This will likely be a confined area. If there is a wraith inside, you will try to immobilize him with your spells, then join me in shooting as you can. If he gets too close, you back away and keep firing or casting. I will step forward with my dagger."

"Do you know how hard those things hit?" I asked. "Maybe we should keep me in that role. I can drink a shield potion before we go in and I'll have an elixir of dispel ready in case my magic gets cursed again. You don't have to be the one to get beaten up just because I didn't do so well with that first wraith." I continued, trying to keep the fear out of my voice, "I-I promise I'll do better this time if it becomes necessary."

"Do you know how to use that hunting knife strapped to your thigh, young elf?"

I glanced down, then looked at the silver handle of the short blade riding at Alawen's waist. "Only for cutting my arrows from victims or field dressing game," I said sheepishly.

"Buffy, neither one of us are front line fighters, but we are better off with me in that role if it comes to it. I have seen the power of your magic. I have also seen it taken from you. I cannot cast spells, so I do not care if a wraith tries to disable them. I am also a little bigger than you and wearing more armor. Perhaps I can better withstand being struck."

"Well, you have some good points," I admitted. "You should drink one of the potions we made then." I then looked up at the taller Bosmer and added, "Alawen, you saved my life earlier. You can count on me."

The ranger placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled warmly. "I know I can, Buffy."

"Here, take some of these too." I handed several of my shield potions to Alawen.

She nodded, then quickly drank two potions - one to resist frost and the other to strengthen her leather armor. The ranger then quietly led us up the ladder.

Another wraith announced its presence almost as soon as we entered the captain's cabin. By knowing the enemy and having a plan this time, we were ready. My spell cut the spirit's wail short as it turned in fear and cowered against a porthole. By the time I loosed an arrow, Alawen was nocking her third. Our combined fire quickly destroyed the spirit. Careful examination of the cabin revealed no clues, and we retreated down the ladder.

We continued our search until letters carved into the closed wooden hatch in front of us confirmed that we had found the navigation room.

Alawen turned to me. "Same brief, understood?"

I nodded, as the ranger drank another pair of protective potions. Both of us nocked arrows, then Alawen kicked open the hatch. Relaxing at the sight of the empty, small navigation room, we quivered our arrows and began searching through the crumbling charts and logs until we found the Emma May's last entry.

"Mutiny," spat Alawen. "They killed the captain and chained Grantham Blakely below decks. These wraiths must be spirits of the treacherous crew that ran her aground." The ranger snapped the logbook closed and tossed it on the navigation table. "What do you think, scout?"

"You're in charge, ranger, but I would hunt down and destroy this murderous crew, then find what remains of Grantham and see if we can put his spirit at ease." I smiled grimly and added, "You know, justice through vengeance."

Alawen raised one corner of her mouth and nodded. "Let us continue our search and find access to the ship's lower decks."

*

The two mutinous wraiths I detected on the Emma May's mid deck were each hunted down and magically terrorized into corners. There, they suffered our combined fire. Alawen was lethally accurate and shot faster than I, but her bow could not match the stopping power of Slayer.

I watched as she gathered some valuable ectoplasm from the second wraith. For the first time, I considered the wood elf's potential as a competitor in the tournament. When it came to rapid-fire I was the equal of Daenlin or more so, but Alawen was better than I. The hope that her long range skills were less than those of my master crept forth like tendrils of a poisonous vine. A wave of shame swept over me for allowing such thoughts.

We checked our equipment, then counted and redistributed arrows before continuing. All the way astern, we found what we sought. After raising the wooden hatch, we quietly eased ourselves down the ladder to the lowest deck. The Emma May rested somewhat stern-low and we found ourselves standing in water that approached our knees. I held up a single finger, then pointed in the direction of the only glow I detected.

As we crept forward, the water yielded to dry deck and we made our way to an open hatch. Centered in the large cargo bay before us hovered a wraith that did not detect our stealthy approach. Despite the pink haze of detect life, I could see the spirit shimmered with a dark purple aura.

Alawen gently grabbed my arm, pulled me back a few paces behind a bulkhead and whispered, "You told me that you detect them as pink glows. Can you see that this one is a different color than the others?"

I nodded and whispered, "Perhaps he's the leader."

"What do you think?" the ranger asked quietly. "We have time to plan our attack. Do you have any more magic tricks?"

A smile came to my face.

"I take that as a yes." she softly said in reply to my expression.

"I'll remove his immunity to poison, and he won't even know it until we open fire." I reached into one of my pack's three outer compartments for a green vial.

Alawen did not challenge my magical claim; rather, she simply nodded and produced her own vial of poison. She then drizzled the thick liquid over the tip of her arrow and fitted the tail to her bowstring.

After poisoning my own broadhead, I staged it in my boot sheath, keeping my right hand free for casting. We crept forward, side-by-side, until gaining unobstructed views of the wraith.

My spell had proven its deadliness in the past. The first effect would double the lethality of poisons or, in the case of undead, eliminate their immunity for several seconds. The other aspect of the spell would briefly and totally drain a victim's speed, rendering them unable to detect the caster.

"Ready?" I whispered to Alawen.

In response to her nod, a glow formed in my hand. I quickly extended my arm, and the destruction magic leaped from fingertips to target. Within a heartbeat of the spell's impact, Alawen's poisoned arrow caused the wraith to exchange his purple aura for a beautifully satisfying jade one. My first arrow struck as Alawen was loosing her second.

As I nocked my next arrow, the wraith extended its ethereal fingers toward Alawen and released a pale globe of blue magicka. The ranger dove into a right shoulder roll that did not allow her bow to touch the deck. As the icy blast passed harmlessly between us, the nimble elf was on her feet and already drawing her bowstring.

Our next arrows simultaneously struck the target, dead center. With a reassuring 'whoosh', Azura's Star claimed the wraith's energy.

"You traffic in souls?" Alawen's tone seemed curious, not judgmental.

I shook my head, remembering my University teaching. "I'm simply capturing the arcane essence that animates their movement - a form of magicka. I feed the magic to Slayer. In return, the bow keeps me alive."

"I have never had an enchanted weapon." As Alawen watched me transfer the wraith's energy to my bow she added, "I am not averse to using what remains from the fallen to survive. I shall have to think on this."

Continuing our search, we soon stood before a wooden hatch to the forward cargo compartment. The ranger drained yet another pair of pink vials then quietly burped. "Hopefully these potions will prove to be no more necessary than their predecessors."

We nodded comfortably to each other then nocked arrows in unison. As with the navigation room, Alawen kicked open the hatch.

There was no wail of greeting - only silence. After we quivered arrows and shouldered bows, I sparked a torch to life with my fingertips.

Chained to a main vertical support beam, was a body that had long ago yielded its flesh until only bones remained.

Alawen produced the key she had found in the slippery remains of the last wraith, and tried it on the skeleton's overhead shackles. With a satisfying metallic click, the lock fell open. Chains and bones clattered to the deck as a white cloud formed and slowly revealed the translucent image of a sailor.

"My name is Grantham Blakely." The tired voice was soft and sounded as if it had at one time belonged to a Breton. "I thank you for freeing me." A watery finger pointed to a space between the deck planks. "In this compartment, lay a map hidden by my treacherous shipmates. They spoke of a smuggler's treasure farther up the Panther. Claim it for yourselves now, with my gratitude." The spirit then floated upward, passing into the wood overhead and disappearing..

The ranger nodded her head. "Fair winds and following seas, Grantham Blakely." She then looked at me, and we exchanged sad smiles.

As I held my torch over the deck, Alawen easily retrieved the scroll Grantham spoke of and unrolled the parchment for us both to see.

"This treasure seems to be under the waters of the Panther River, just a small ways upstream," I said, studying the map. "It's right by a small campsite and dock used by smugglers."

"Shall we then?" The ranger's tone was lighter now, almost playful.

I was acutely aware that my blouse was soaked with green slime and my greaves were still wet from, well, you know. "I could certainly use a dunking in the river before returning to Bravil." I smiled, then added, "Oh, and my empty coin purse wouldn't mind half a treasure as well."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 18 2011, 02:07 PM

This chapter really highlights what teamwork is all about.

Alawen's logic regarding who gets to close with dagger is sound, and only illustrates her understanding of combat and your comrade's strengths to complement your own weaknesses. In this case Alawen's lack of magical ability means that her being silenced doesn't affect the outcome of the matter, so it is better that she take on that particular risk.

Buffy using her summons to lure the wraith out into the open before their bows is very effective, and using the scamp as the second summons is even better use of her magicka - wraiths are particularly susceptible to fireballs, regardless of source. It's like more bang for the septim.

And what a delightful way of stating the obvious - "I'm covered in pee and slime, and I'm broke. Help me find that treasure and I'll split it with you." Nah. I like Buffy's turn of phrase much better.

Posted by: Rihanae Apr 18 2011, 02:51 PM

I really do love the growing friendship and partnership between Buffy and Alawen. They are very suiting to each other and they work together like perfection.

Recalling my bruised butt and wet greaves, I was more than a little motivated to prove my worth to Alawen.

I really do love this. Despite the fact that she injured herself, Buffy decides to use it to her advantage in proving herself to Alawen, which i think is very endearing, especially in the free-spirited Buffy

LOVE IT!

Posted by: ghastley Apr 18 2011, 03:45 PM

One minor complaint: Buffy is using her Detect Life ring(s) yet they're uncertain if anything is behind the closed doors. I'm not sure you're being consistent here, although there are a number of instances in the game where the dead only become undead when you approach. Unless Buffy has encountered those, I'd expect her to place more trust in her rings. Alawen can't see the glows, but Buffy should have been able to see the wraith in the captains cabin, and the lack of life signs in the navigation room.

But as expected, they get the tactical advantage back by using their brains. The use of a Scamp for its fireball attack, the whole "who's going to tank" discussion, all add up to a great story.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 18 2011, 09:13 PM

the Emma May's main weather deck
Here we see the author's time spent on ships.

Buffy shows her stuff once more, not only locating the enemy with her radar detect life rings, but employing a clever use of summoning, and then turning to lure the wraith out into the open. Then later some wisdom on the part of Alawen as she volunteers to take the brunt of the next attack, with some extra potion fortification.

And Buffy shows her elfmanity, noticing that while Alawen is a comrade-in-arms, she will also soon be a dangerous opponent in the tournament. Perhaps dangerous enough to take the the title of champion away from her master. At the same time, she shows her integrity with her revulsion over such thoughts.

They spoke of a smuggler's treasure farther up the Panther
This makes something that never made sense in the game - that the dead crewmen would bury their treasure up the Panther - and makes it believable. Perhaps it was the knowledge of that treasure all along that drove the crew to mutiny, and smash the ship into the rocks of the rivermouth?



nits:
There were enough holes and cracks in the old hull that slender{,} dust-laden streaks of sunshine
Take a look, and see if you might want to put a comma where I inserted it above?

I signaled a stop{,} then whispered what my rings revealed.
Same here.

Posted by: King Coin Apr 18 2011, 10:07 PM

Buffy was much better this go around. They have a good system for dealing with those powerful wraiths. Good job!

Posted by: mALX Apr 19 2011, 12:25 AM

The above quotes show Buffy's make up wonderfully. The two of them together play off each other so nicely, and as Haute said - they exemplify teamwork. Love this chapter !!! Awesome Write !!!! WOO HOO !!!

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 20 2011, 07:53 PM

Chapter 6 review

Yeah, I remember my first encounter with Falcar. Though some of the others had been rude or disdainful, Falcar really threw me for a loop...

Welcome to Cheydinhal, Buffy. Suddenly, I wanted to be back with Kud-Ei and my own mages in Bravil. I blinked a few times, determined not to make things worse with tears. --Aww, poor Buffy. A sensitive heart—I know what that’s like. (Most people who see me think I’m hard and tough, but inside I’m soft and squishy. )

I love the scene where Buffy buys the horse. Her cheerful squeal when she finds she has enough money, the knowing when she first sees the horse that she’s the one for her, her choice to wait for naming the horse, and the conversation with Mivryna…. It was delightful.

Isn’t it fun trying to climb onto a horse when you’re short? I loved the part when Buffy had to climb onto her horse the first time. And I especially loved when she got Superian to run—an exhilarating experience to ride a fast galloping horse through the countryside—freedom.

Nits: Punctuation missing—After casting two spells enabling me to see and breathe in the dark water, I dove in

The Orc scratched he head.—her head…

Facing the mare's haunch, I lifting one leg awkwardly.—should be I lifted

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 20 2011, 09:48 PM

Another fine episode as Alawen and Buffy give Grantham his longed-for rest.

My favourite part was this quote:

The hope that her long range skills were less than those of my master crept forth like tendrils of a poisonous vine. A wave of shame swept over me for allowing such thoughts.

Great use of imagery there, especially the likening of the errant thought to poison. Indeed, any kind of rivalry at that point might well have been Buffy's doom, given how crucial her cooperation with Alawen was. Come tournament time, though, will Buffy quietly slip into a different view?

Posted by: Acadian Apr 21 2011, 01:20 PM

During Episode 98, Alawen and Buffy dramatically improved their tactics and ability to fight together as they successfully cleared the Emma May. In gratitude for freeing his spirit, the Forlorn Watchman suggested the elves claim a smugglers' treasure located farther up the Panther River.

Rider- Thank you for those kind words about the teamwork and tactics that Alawen and her scout tried to use here. Yes, Buffy desperately needs a bath!

Rihanae- I so appreciate that you are enjoying the interaction between Buffy and Alawen. As you imply, it is the friendship they are developing that is important.

ghastley- Thanks for your kind words as Buffy and Alawen tried to think their way through the Emma May.

The inconsistency you note regarding detect life is astute, and there is not a perfect answer. Our layout of the Emma May was much larger and different than what is depicted in game. The ladder to the captain's quarters was intended to be a deck transition up to the wheelhouse area. The other two doors were not deck changes, but we simply treated all the closed hatches/ladders in the ship the same as entering the ship itself or changing decks; that is we embraced the game's 'loading screen' treatment and applied it to all closed doors.

Buffy knows that when she activates a door, sometimes it simply opens but most of the time it transports her into a new area often containing unpleasant surprises. As a result, she correctly assumes that she often can't tell what is on the other side. An embarrassingly artificial game mechanic? Yes, but one that we actually like.

Detect life is Buffy's primary defense. It is so powerful however, that I actually want to limit it somewhat without reducing her use of it. We like to expand the 'loading screen' treatment the game assigns to most doors that precludes seeing into the next 'cell' to generally include all closed doors. We find this helps with our fiction's tension (particularly in this past episode) and tones down Buffy's abilities. I ask your indulgence for what I guess is imperfect, but intentional? Lol. Buffy can see glows beyond rocks and walls, but generally not into closed compartments. It is an attempt to limit her so that (much to her chagrin) she can more often walk into a 'door trap' or a 'stair trap'.

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy may have finished wet and bruised, but she is happy that she was able to redeem herself in Alawen's eyes. Clearly, the ranger is a superb archer and I expect she will cause some concern regarding Buffy's hope and expectation that Daenlin will once again win the tourney. I agree that the Forlorn Watchman quest leaves some questions. Without trying to over engineer it (as Buffy can sometimes do), I'm glad our rather simple and vague portrayal worked here. Thanks for the nits so I could round 'em up.

King Coin- Heh. She had to do better after her last ghostly disaster! Thank you.

mALX- Thank you so much for highlighting, as Rider did, the teamwork the two elves developed. Yes, the Emma May really was about building trust and friendship.

Lady Syl- I loved your observations from the episode where Buffy did the Cheydinhal MG recommendation and met her precious black mare! Buffy was poorly equipped at the time to deal with the responsibilities and hazards of traveling by horse. In true 'love conquers all' fashion however, she could not be deterred and they would go on to figure out how to keep each other alive. Thank you for those three nits. I went back and fixed them on the thread as well as in my archives.

Ceidwad- Thank you. It felt good to bring peace to the sailor. Buffy's vision for the tournament is simple: Daenlin wins and she just has to shoot well enough so that he is proud of her. Yet, as you can see, Buffy and Alawen are fast developing a friendship forged in fire. I appreciate you drawing out the potential drama that Alawen's friendship and skill may bring to the tournament.

The wooden planks of the small dock felt smooth against my skin as I enjoyed the drying warmth of a midday sun. Lying on my back, with head and shoulders propped up by both elbows, I lazily considered my surroundings.

Behind me was piled the tack of two horses.

Fifty paces or so farther up the river's bank was Black Dog Camp. Alawen had insisted on stepping into the camp to declare herself. The Khajiit and Dunmer who attacked her, now bore mute testimony that the ranger and her hidden scout had brought local smuggling operations to an end.

Close to my left hip was Slayer and an elven quiver. I wiggled my toes luxuriously and looked just beyond them at the Panther River, as it flowed quietly toward the Niben. Items of clothing and armor, cleaned by the river and a kiss of soap, were displayed and drying over the heavy posts that supported the dock.

Sunshine sparkled on the water droplets that had not yet dried from the ranger's back and legs as she lay beside me, her toes also pointed toward the river. To my right and just beyond Alawen, was a pile of gems and jewelry that Grantham Blakely's treasure map had helped us retrieve from a chest at the bottom of the river.

Slightly downstream, two mares had quenched their thirst and now grazed peacefully on tender grass that grew along the Panther's bank.

I sighed contentedly. This was the calm I had hoped my visit home would bring.

A growing whisper among the overhead leaves announced the arrival of a breeze. As the cool air danced across my wet skin, I glanced down to see countless tiny bumps emerge. I smiled a bit self-consciously to see two larger bumps had responded as well.

Whether from the same tightening of her wet skin or the breeze itself, Alawen awoke and lazily rolled onto her back. "Mmmm," she sighed, turning her face to the sun. "Buffy, I am beginning to quite like the lush forests and gentle rivers near your home."

My eyes were drawn to one of Alawen's bare legs. An area bigger than my open hand was dominated by a scar. Four parallel claw marks traced a path completely across the front of her left thigh.

"Lion." Alawen's voice jolted me, and I quickly turned my head away.

The tiny bumps of coolness on my skin instantly yielded to a flush of color that I watched travel from thigh to breast. I could then feel the warmth as it rose up my neck and continued to the tips of my pointed ears. "F-forgive me, I didn't mean to stare." I returned my gaze to Alawen, this time making sure to seek her eyes instead of her scar.

The ranger had propped herself up on both elbows, matching my position, and I was relieved to see her smiling. "I was nine years old when I learned about lions. Mother found me screaming in the tiny rock crevice that had saved me. Thanks to her potions, I eventually healed."

"You were lucky to survive, Alawen. I've seen lions kill horses, and even Legion soldiers."

She nodded. "Mother told me it meant something special to carry the mark of a lion. Shortly after I healed, I found that I could sense and influence the will of forest creatures. Mother could sometimes briefly command them, but my abilities went beyond that. I can often calm animals or even frighten them away."

"Magic?" I asked. "Like a spell?"

"No," replied Alawen, "I don't know how to cast a single spell. My ability to influence animals is just something that happens when I focus on them and try to project part of my mind into their will."

"What a wonderful ability you have, Alawen!" More comfortable now, I allowed my eyes to travel back to her scar. "You know, potions can only do so much. The priests at your Chapel of Dibella should be able to fade that scar some. Even my own spells could probably help. Would you like me to try?"

"You are a caring elf, Buffy, but no." The ranger continued to smile. "I earned that scar. It was granted thirty years ago and is a part of me."

"I think I understand, Alawen." Hoping to lighten the mood, I added, "Besides, it's quite the conversation starter when you're lying around without your clothes on."

I was very surprised to hear a giggle erupt from the ranger, and took it as a welcome indication that perhaps I hadn't offended her with my rude staring.

I sat up, cross-legged, and removed the ribbon restraining my ponytail. After shaking my wet hair loose, I fished around in my pack until I found a comb. I then began to work out the tangles.

Alawen flicked her hand against the skin of my knee and pointed downstream. Her smiling lips whispered, "Look."

Charger was quietly grazing as my mare slowly approached from behind. Superian stretched her neck and playfully nipped Charger on the rump. Two white legs instantly propelled a pair of hooves back toward Superian, who briefly reared then sprinted away with her tail raised like a flag.

Charger went back to grazing, only to be nipped and taunted twice more. Finally, the white mare wheeled around with flattened ears, snaked out her neck and bit Superian.

I started to my feet, but was stopped as Alawen grabbed my wrist and said, "No, let them work it out." Her grip was firm, but her words were gentle.

I was used to killing anything that threatened Superian, but she clearly deserved the rebuke after wearing through the older horse's patience. I was relieved to see my mare sharply back away and Charger not, well, charge. Relaxing, I said, "I guess we know who's boss."

Tipping out a small amount of thick liquid from a pink vial, I began to work it through my hair with fingertips.

"What is that?" asked Alawen.

"It contains just a touch of ectoplasm, along with some rosemary oil and aloe vera for conditioning, glow dust for shine, and some finely ground bergamot for a nice citrus scent. Want some?" I offered her the vial.

After an approving sniff, she applied a small amount of the conditioner. I frowned. "Alawen, your hair is kind of a mess. Here, sit up and turn around." Kneeling behind the now cross-legged ranger, I went to work. "Didn't you bring any hair things?"

"I forgot," Alawen said sheepishly. "I have never traveled before and I am afraid I did not prepare very well. I was just going to use some of the saddle soap that I apply to my tack and armor."

Despite pursing my lips, a short sputter of laughter escaped. "Oh my, we can't have that! I have plenty more of this at home, and a spare comb too. Keep these when we're done."

"Thank you, Buffy." She relaxed into my hands as I continued working on the tangles. "Mother and I used to do this for each other," she said. "It feels wonderf - Ouch!"

"Oops. Sorry, Alawen. It's really rather matted back here." I continued, "You're right though, it does feel nice to have someone help. Ardaline, - she's a guild mate of mine - we do this for each other all the time. Probably more to chat than for each other's hai -" A movement downstream caught my eye. "Ooh, look!" I pointed.

Superian, her head lowered to graze, was being quietly approached from behind by Charger. The older mare playfully delivered a nip to Superian's rump, then both horses took off at a gallop. Completing a wide circle, they returned to the same patch of dappled shade along the river.

Alawen nodded approvingly. "Charger is not too old to play, she just wants to feel as if she is in charge. It looks like she has convinced Superian."

"I'm glad they're becoming friends," I said as I returned to Alawen's hair. "When are you going to shoot for tournament qualification? Tomorrow's the last day, you know."

"I noted the target line on the range when I rode by yesterday," said the ranger, "and I think the sun angle will be good tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll look for you then," I replied. "See Antoine at the stables. I'll tell him to take good care of Charger." Satisfied with the other elf's hair, I proclaimed, "There! All done."

Alawen ran her fingers through the untangled brown tresses. "That feels much better." Rising to her knees, she turned to face me. "You next." With a circling gesture of her hand she added, "Turn around and sit."

I did so, and surrendered my hair to Alawen's gentle fingers. After a few moments, I felt the comb and her hands stop. Looking over my shoulder, I could see her staring at me with moist eyes. Instantly, I was up on my knees, face-to-face with the other bare wood elf. "Alawen, what's wrong?" I said, concerned that perhaps I had offended her somehow.

A single tear had escaped and was tracing a path down her cheek. She was staring at my hair as she said, "It is just that. . ." her eyes were childlike as she reached out to touch a blond lock, "it is the color of golden corn silk, Buffy. Mother's hair was the same, and it just brought back. . . I-I am sorry." With a forearm, she brushed the child from her face. "Please sit back down and I will finish."

I obeyed the ranger, but my thoughts were swirling. That look in her eyes was frozen in my mind. It reflected the same wistfulness I had seen in Daenlin's eyes the day before when he had similarly touched his fingers to my hair and said, "She had golden locks, just like you, my apprentice."

Some of Daenlin's other words came crashing back to me now: "Forty years ago, Reman, Diana and I were the best of friends - the finest archers in Skingrad. . . she loved us both, I expect. . . ."

Alawen was marked by a lion thirty years ago at the age of nine, and her mother was a skilled archer with blond hair. Could it be?

Willing a calmness into my voice that I didn't feel, I quietly asked. "Um, Alawen, you've never mentioned your mother's name. May I ask?"

"Diana," the ranger said. "There, now your hair is done too, Buffy."

Launched into a storm of thought over the confirmation, I absently ran fingers through my hair and replied, "Thank you."

We both stretched out on our backs again under the afternoon sun. After a few moments, I turned to face the ranger and propped myself up on one elbow. My heart was racing. "Forgive me. Perhaps I am being too nosey. . . ." I let the words trail, hoping for a sign from the wood elf beside me.

The ranger also rose on one elbow and faced me with a smile. "What is it? I won't nip like Charger does."

"You never speak of your father. Did something bad happen?"

"Diana was both mother and father to me," she replied. "I have no idea who sired me and Mother never spoke of it."

"You don't find yourself wishing to know about your father?"

"No, I do not want to know," she stated firmly. "If he was honorable, then he must have died before I was born; otherwise, he never would have allowed Mother to be alone with child. Confirmation of his death would bring me no comfort." Alawen's face darkened. "If he yet lives and I knew his name, I would put an arrow through his heart for allowing Mother to raise me by herself. That also would bring me no comfort."

Her voice reflected determination as she continued, "No, my friend, if I was meant to know who my father was, Mother would have told me. I trust her judgment on that." The ranger lay back and closed her eyes, as did I.

My head was spinning. This all meant that either Daenlin or the Imperial named Reman Broder was quite possibly Alawen's father.

Without the kind of evaluation I had undergone at the University, it was very difficult to confirm the race of one's father. Such testing focused on special abilities and aptitudes. For example, although I had no Bosmeri special powers beyond my affinity for the bow, I possessed the arcane aptitude and resistance to magical attack normally found in Bretons. Alawen's mark of the lion - more specifically the somewhat Bosmeri power it conferred - served to further complicate things. We couldn't even rule out the possibility that there were more than two men or mer in Diana's life at the time Alawen was conceived.

What, if any of this, should I share and with whom? Would the possibilities bring comfort, or simply tear open old memories best left to bittersweet slumber?

With a heartbreaking sadness, the answer crystallized. The honorable ranger, who now called me friend, left no ambiguity regarding her feelings. In fact, I understood her logic perfectly. Not knowing the fate of my own father, I could easily imagine speaking Alawen's very words. She had earned my respect for her wishes.

There would be no happy meeting of father and daughter. Like Diana, I would carry this heavy secret to my grave.

I rolled onto my left side to face away from Alawen, lest she be watching and a tear sneak through my closed eyelids.


* Author's Note: Readers of Jean M. Auel will recognize that the scar on Alawen's left leg is identical to that sported by Ayla, heroine of 'The Clan of the Cave Bear' series.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 21 2011, 03:07 PM

Honestly, I can't think of a better tribute to an unforgettable heroine (Ayla) than Alawen. She comes by her wisdom the hard way. Her attitude regarding the identity of her father really hits home. Does it matter to her who her father is? Does having the knowledge change who she is? Her words make it clear that it is something she wrestled with in her younger years, and something she put to rest some time ago. She does not care to wrestle with the issue again, and Buffy shows a growing maturity in her decision not to raise that issue to Alawen.

This is a lovely interlude of two women relaxing side by side in an idyllic setting. The fact that both are Bosmeri, both seem unable to keep their clothes on in the presence of water, and both are fatherless only serves to enhance the beauty of the situation. Grantham Blakeley's treasure is a very minor factor in this scene, as it should be. Their friendship is about more than just treasure hunting (and ghost-busting!).

Posted by: ghastley Apr 21 2011, 03:31 PM

On the subject of the Detect Life, the main limitation I find in using it is that you can't tell what's between you and the pink glow. In a situation like the Emma May, it could theoretically show creatures outside the hull of the wreck (although not in the game, where all interiors are in another world), and it's always hard to judge the distance. Not to mention the drowning-out effect of a live companion up close. And as I mentioned before, there are a few instances where the glows are off until you get close, and traps aren't alive at any time.

If there's a door or other item that blocks the spell effect, that's a valid part of the story, too. Buffy doesn't need to understand why that sometimes happens, just that it does, and having limitations on her abilities is always a good thing. Not seeing Grantham Blakely before he materialized could have been an opportunity for Buffy to learn about one without having to endure a non-optimal outcome!

But back to the current piece: some wonderful subtlety in the descriptions in this. You know Alawen is lying face-down and showing a lot of skin because of the water drops on her back and legs. The effect of the cool breeze on Buffy does the same for her, even if we have come to assume the proximity of water will remove her clothes anyway.

I liked the way the lion incident created or awakened Alawen's Beast Tongue. It makes her more attached to that scar, as she'd regard it as the source of her ability.

Posted by: mALX Apr 21 2011, 04:21 PM

GAAAAH !!! Twin sisters ... seperated at birth by .... GAAAAH !!!! DON'T DROP IT BUFFY !!!!! ARGH !!! AWESOME CHAPTER ... but ARGH !!!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 21 2011, 04:43 PM

Ahh, finally a nice peaceful break for a naked wood elf to consider her bumps, the smaller ones and the larger two. As haute said, the focus here is on the real friendship that has grown between the two women. While it may be been facilitated by ghosts and treasure, the latter is not the story at all. Very sweet and snuggly.

I loved how you tied Alawen's ability to control animals - which is definitely beyond the normal Bosmer power - with her experience with the lion. It was an initiation that awakened the power within her. It is no wonder that she now carries the scars with pride.

"Besides, it's quite the conversation starter when you're lying around without your clothes on."
Well, I can think of a few other conversation starters...

"I noted the target line on the range when I rode by yesterday," said the ranger, "and I think the sun angle will be good tomorrow afternoon."
Now there is a clever archer, picking her time and place to shoot. Just like a fighter pilot dragon rider hiding in the sun...

And finally the revelation of Alawen's parentage comes out! This was a wonderful moment in BF 1.0, and remains so the second time around. Buffy is faced with a heavy burden, keeping Diana's secret from not only Alawen, but also from Daenlin. Yet given Alawen's resentment of her missing father, it is clearly the best thing to do.

Posted by: King Coin Apr 21 2011, 07:03 PM

A good relaxing chapter that confirmed some of my suspicions of Alawen's origins. They are getting a long nicely, though I can see a confrontation brewing over the question of fathers. I'm sure Buffy and Daenlin can get that sorted out with some explanation if it becomes necessary.

Cool scar by the way. I really liked Mass Effect because you could choose to give your character a nasty looking scar. That's one thing I'm hoping for from Skyrim. I'm not personally familiar with Clan of the Cave Bear but I've seen them on the bookshelves at home.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Apr 21 2011, 09:10 PM

Chapter 98-

A most treacherous romp through a treacherous ship with treacherous crew. It was quite a good sight seeing those two working together as they did. Where one falls short, the other fills the gap; like I said, peas and carrots.

And poor Buffy, needing to venture through the whole thing after having been slimed, and her bladder jettisoned. Still, adrenaline does help keep your mind off the discomfort and embarrassment.

Chapter 99-

"I smiled a bit self-consciously to see two larger bumps had responded as well. "

What a charming line!

Okay, seriously, are you taking inspiration from Jean Auel's Ayla for Alawen? Claw marks on the left leg from a lion? Natural ability to commune with the creatures of Nirn (beyond what most Bosmer can achieve)? All that's missing now is the blondie-bear boyfriend. *looks to the bottom* Ahh, yes, I knew it!

Superian playing with Charger (and annoying him) was very well written, I could easily visualise her antics.

And a tantalizing clue of just who Daenlin's old apprentice might be comes through, as well. I look forward to seeing where this goes. Although I must say, if the father was Daenlin, he is in big trouble. Incurring the frigid embrace of vengeance in a girl as gifted as Ayla Alawen?

Posted by: Acadian Apr 24 2011, 12:38 PM

Episode 99 found Buffy and Alawen spending a quiet afternoon along the Panther River after collecting some treasure. When Buffy reminded Alawen that the following day was the third and final opportunity for tournament qualification, the ranger stated she would attempt to qualify the next afternoon.

Buffy also learned that Diana (the blond archer at the center of the rivalry between Daenlin and Reman Broder) was Alawen's mother. The ranger was quite clear that she did not want to know who her father was. Reluctantly, and out of respect for Alawen's wishes, Buffy the chatterbox decided to keep her counsel on the matter.

Rider- Thank you for your beautifully kind words. I've always respected Ayla. It was a beautiful afternoon to further cement a new friendship, darkened only by Diana's secret. I'm so glad you agree that Buffy's choice was right for her under the circumstances.

ghastley- I appreciate your endorsement of our descriptions. I was really trying to work with delicate brush strokes from a palette of nature, wood nymphs, sensuality, friendship, innocence, girl talk and horseplay. It was a very precious episode for us, and your compliment means a great deal. The scar was an unabashed tribute to Ayla of course, but I like how it helps to muddy the source of Alawen's power with animals, leaving her paternity an open question.

mALX- Although Buffy's Bretonic paternity is not in question, Daenlin is indeed her godfather and she certainly thinks of him in a most fatherly or grandfatherly way. The fact that Alawen could possibly be Daenlin's daughter does indeed inspire a sisterly nurturing response from Buffy. Thank you!

SubRosa- Sweet and snuggly is perfect! Given your wonderful manner of incorporating the mystic abilities of animals in TF, I'm so glad Alawen's lion encounter worked well. Alawen's comment about sun angle on the target line reminds us that Buffy's wonderful new friend is also potentially a formidable competitor of course. I'm so glad you once again enjoyed the revelation of Diana as Alawen's mother, and that you once again also understand the difficult choice that Buffy made.

King Coin- Thank you for liking Alawen's neat scar! I so appreciate your discretion for not prematurely spilling our beans, but I do want to credit your astuteness. Let me share with other readers that KC sent me a PM right after Buffy first met Alawen. In it, he submitted his suspicion that the ranger's mother was Diana.

TK- I'm glad you enjoyed the teamwork needed to clear the Emma May. And a relaxing afternoon by the river as a reward! I confess that both Buffy and Alawen have been influenced in minor ways by Ayla. I quite liked the idea, given how Alawen was raised by her mother in the wilds, of having her marked by a lion. The only other direct reference to Auel's work that I see in the future is to incorporate her portrayal of animal totems as they relate to fertility. That of course won't happen until such things become a concern for Buffy.

All- As the sun sets on day two of tournament qualifications, the bowgirl's very long day now transitions into a long evening. Her focus shifts back to searching for the troublesome drain marksman scroll that potentially threatens the integrity of the tournament.

The Lonely Suitor Lodge was a rough and tumble, even unsavory, tavern. For that reason I normally avoided it - especially in the evenings. I was here tonight on business though. With the tournament in town, it was full of loud voices and the smell of stout drink. Threading my way to the bar, I was either jostled or groped several times. I climbed up onto an empty stool. Bogram gro-Galash was busy sliding bottles along the top of his counter to thirsty customers.

"Hey! The lady and I need a drink!" The booming voice of Kurz gro-Baroth cut through the cacophony of arguments, threats, bragging and demands for more ale. He plopped himself onto the barstool next to mine and, with a grin, looked down at me. "Good to see you, Buffy. Remember me?"

"I do, Kurz. You and your brother were kind enough to let me practice on your guild's range when I visited Chorrol. It's good to see you again."

"So, what'll it be?" The busy Bogram wiped his sweating brow on a stained bar towel.

"A beer, and . . . ?" Kurz looked at me to finish his sentence.

"Tamika's, please," I said.

Reaching into my coin purse, I tried to conceal how full it was. I had been shocked by how much gold Nilawen placed on her counter in exchange for the treasure Alawen and I had shared. Repaying Nilawen for my supplies had taken but a few septims.

"Keep your gold, Buffy," said Kurz as he tossed some coins on the bar when our drinks came. He then held up his beer.

"Thank you for the wine, Kurz." I clinked my metal goblet to his waiting bottle. "How do you think you shot this morning?" I said, trying to make conversation.

"Terrible of course." He laughed. "I don't really care though. Lum got the bow talent in this family. I'll take an axe any day."

"Well, why are you competing then?" I cocked my head. "Couldn't you just support your brother from the reviewing stands?"

Kurz looked around and lowered his voice. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure," I replied with a shrug.

The orc leaned very close. "It's my cover. I'm here on what they call a covert mission."

Freeing my forearm from underneath the giant green hand as unobtrusively as I could, I casually replied, "Really?" I hoped my tone would garner more information without giving the orc the wrong idea. I lifted the goblet to my lips.

"Yup ," he declared. "Orders right from Vilena Donton herself. I'm investigating a murder. Tracking down the archer that killed that Altmer freelance mage named Earana."

My hand was barely quick enough to intercept a mouthful of sputtered wine. After drying myself and apologizing, I conjured a level voice as best I could, "Why would the Fighters Guild be interested? Is that not a matter for the city guard in Chorrol?"

"Whoever shot Earana had to be a real good archer. Captain Bittneld figured this here tournament might draw out the killer. Rather than sending one of his guards down here, he decided to contract us to do it undercover."

I stared at my wine as I slowly swirled the goblet. "Any suspects?"

"Ha! That's the frustrating part. I'm supposed to keep an eye on Honditar over there." He jerked his thumb toward the Altmeri self-proclaimed mountain man. "Seems he's been bragging and hinting that maybe he did it. People say orcs are dumb, but I know Honditar's no more the killer than you are, Buffy. He's no archer." Kurz snorted. "I hear he buys most of his venison from Emfrid at The Grey Mare."

Kurz took a pull on his beer then continued, "Nope, this killer had to be a real pro, but sure as a troll craps in the woods he ain't gonna be dumb enough to show his face at no archery tournament. I bet it was the Dark Brotherhood. Earana had plenty of enemies, starting with the head of the Chorrol Mages Guild himself - maybe he contracted the hit. Bah, this is just a wild imp chase. At least the guild is paying my tab for a week of drinking."

I was relieved by some of Kurz' assumptions, but curious. "Do you have any actual evidence?"

"Just the unusual arrow they found stuck in her body." The orc pulled a slender cloth-covered item from his quiver, placed it on his lap and lifted the concealing wrappings briefly. "See?"

I instantly recognized the sinister black and red Hatreds Soul arrow I had purchased from Ungarion. The very one that Earana never saw as it flew halfway across Chorrol to stop her heart.

Kurz continued as he put the deadly missile away, "Thanks to a hefty bribe, one of the magic merchants in the Imperial City suggested I try talking to a supposed black marketeer here in Bravil. Turns out this Ungarion fellow either knows nothing about it or else he's keeping his mouth shut. Dead end, it seems."

"Sorry to hear that, Kurz," I lied. Ungarion's very ability to keep his mouth shut reminded me of why I was here. "Um, I'm investigating a bit of a mystery myself regarding the archery tournament. Heard anything suspicious?"

We were interrupted by a crash of breaking glass from across the tavern. It seemed two Khajiit had taken exception to a Nord, and introduced him to a bottle of wine. The son of Skyrim, with a frozen grin, Surilie-colored hair and unseeing blue eyes staggered back into the wall behind him. He then slowly slid to the floor.

"Hey!" roared Bogram the barkeep. "Quit wasting good wine. I expect you cats to pay for that!" The brief gap in noise inside the tavern was quickly refilled with raucous laughter.

Ignoring the disturbance, Kurz scratched his head. "No, can't say I've heard anything suspicious about the tournament."

"Well, thanks anyway. I wish you luck with your investigation." I turned away from Kurz, hoping to signal the end of our conversation. I began studying the crowd for clues.

The dazed, wine-covered Nord was slowly climbing back to his feet, apparently not much the worse for wear. The pair of Khajiit had already scurried away. I was struck by the diversity in this tavern. Every style and color of ears, skin, fur, scales, horn, tusk and tail was in this lively bar. Most of the patrons were armed with an equal variety of weaponry. Suddenly, I felt a large arm slide gently around my waist.

"Say, Buffy, since we both got mysteries, maybe we could work together." Kurz was way too close. "You know, spend some time and get to know each other a little, hmm?" He elevated both heavy eyebrows twice. "Don't you got a place around here that's a little more private?"

How could I have been so stupid? Well, naïve was probably more accurate. Although not intentional, it was clear that I had encouraged the orc to think I was interested in him. I cursed myself and lamented that I had no mother to teach me about men. The University did not even offer a class to learn about the confusing creatures.

As I removed Kurz's left arm from my waist, he smiled pleasantly and completely encircled my lower thigh with a dinner plate-sized right hand. Gulping nervously, I hoped to get out of this without paralyzing the amorous orc. Of course, casting a spell assumed I could free myself from his insistent advances and get to my feet.

I felt a small hand fall gently upon my shoulder. "Buffy! Imagine seeing you here!" My head snapped toward the woman's voice to see the smiling face of my upstairs neighbor.

"Luciana!" I exclaimed gratefully, "How wonderful to see you."

The Breton replied, "Say, how's that blood lung disease you got? Aren't the rats in this town terrible? Some people never fully recover, and I hear it's contagious." She smiled at Kurz, then winked at me. "Have you been to the chapel to get it cured yet?"

"Why, um, er. . . no, Luciana." I covered my mouth and coughed softly. "I surely must get over there soon though."

The orc's massive hand immediately released my thigh. In fact he sat farther back and his eyes opened wider. "Can you believe it, Buffy? I just plain forgot I'm supposed to have dinner with Lum tonight at the Bravil chapter. I hear the guild commander himself is cooking. He'll be pissed that I'm late. You two ladies have a nice night." Kurz was on his feet and headed for the door.

Luciana quickly slid onto Kurz's now vacant barstool, her eyes flashing angrily. "What in the name of Sanguine are you doing? This isn't your dainty little guild hall or the chapel, you know. Buffy, if you're going to flirt in a dive like this you need to know how to control the consequences."

"I-I didn't think-"

"Damn right you didn’t think! You're not a child anymore. You've got the goods to play with the big girls now, and you're a smart young woman. If you come to a bar, let a man buy you a drink and encourage him to talk, he's going to want to sleep with you. If you're not ready for that, then don't invite it. Got it?"

Luciana Galena was probably ten years my senior. Although not buxom in a Nordic manner, her tiny waist emphasized the dramatic hourglass of her figure. She wore her shining black hair long and loose in such a way that it set off her pretty, although somewhat hardened, face. Her eyes were an unusual violet color, rendered even more striking by her skill at animating the long lashes that framed them. Whatever it was that attracted men seemed to surround her like an aura. I had seen her draw suitors, like moths to her flame, then capture them with just a few lilting words from her full lips. I felt very inadequate. "Luciana, you're right. I really need to learn more about men. I was just trying to look into a potential problem for the tournament. Kurz was a familiar face, and I figured he might know something."

"If you get in trouble like that again, you can't be subtle," she said. "Once a fellow's hands start wandering, he's not thinking with his head - at least not the one Mara placed on his shoulders. Throw up, complain about your period or whatever it takes." Luciana then cocked her head and softened her voice. "All right, lecture over. Now, what kind of information are you snooping around for?"

"Oh, anyone behaving suspiciously," I replied. "How about Jee-Tah?" I pointed across the tavern. "He can be dangerous, right?"

"That big Argonian with the Blackwood Company? Sure, but he's more of a hired axe than a thinker."

I was startled by a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see a rather rough-looking Nord smiling at me. He pointed at my goblet. "Need a refill, sweetheart?"

Before I could respond, Luciana replied curtly, "Go take an ice bath, snowman, we're busy. Besides, we're a package deal and you can't afford us." I was impressed to see the Nord move on. He wandered over to assist an Imperial sitting unsteadily on her barstool. She seemed to have lost control of the top several buttons of her blouse.

Luciana then pushed my goblet of Tamika's away. "If you're going to hang around in here, don't let any of these skirt chasers buy you a drink - they'll think they own you. Oh, and don't drink wine - too easy to spike and advertises when you need a refill. Keep one of these in your hand." She grabbed two empty ale bottles from the bar top, handed one to me and pretended to take a swig from the other. "See? Can't tell if it's empty. You can also whap amorous drongos on the head with it if you need to. Catching on?"

Indeed I was. "Thanks for the education, Luciana. I-I had no idea-"

"Of course you didn't. Look, I didn't mean to be so hard on you. I know you lost your mother before she could teach you these things, and those brainy mages you hang out with have no idea where lower urges meet real life." She absently drummed her fingers on top of the bar. "Now, where were we?"

"Suspicious characters and the tournament," I replied. "Honditar?" The Altmer at the other end of the bar had cornered an attractive raven-haired Dunmer. Based on his animated gestures, he was no doubt bragging about some imagined exploit.

Luciana laughed. "That windbag? I took him home with me the other night to warm my bed and lighten his coin purse."

"And?"

The Breton chuckled. "It's amazing what you can get men to say or do when you've got one of these to bargain with." She gestured vaguely toward her lap. "He's talking like a big shot archer to turn the heads of as many gullible girls as he can. His little brag-'em-to-bed scam will be done tomorrow when I'm sure he'll fail to even qualify. He's all talk and no action." She grinned mischievously and added, "And now, thanks to me, he's broke."

Luciana placed her hand on mine. "Look, Buffy, this is going nowhere. If I'm going to try and help, you can't dance around vaguely. Everyone in this bar is suspicious in one way or another. You have to tell me exactly what's going on here."

Posted by: Rihanae Apr 24 2011, 03:55 PM

I loved this chapter. My heart was in my throat during the discussion about Bogram's contract! You picked up the tension really well with this and it really worked.

I also loved Luciana's teasing about Kurz's disease, it made me chuckle!

Also, the way you discribed the business of the tavern was amazing. Excellent imagery.

Well done!

Posted by: mALX Apr 24 2011, 04:03 PM

This is absolutely my favorite Buffy episode, between Buffy's combined guilt and naivety ... but Luciana absolutely steals the show with her candid dialogue - LOVED this chapter, and could easily have spammed your thread trying to quote all my favorite lines in it !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!! This is a sample of your absolute BEST !!! AWESOME !!!

Posted by: ghastley Apr 24 2011, 04:28 PM

Luciana's a real scene-stealer in this one. Blood lung is the perfect choice of diseases to fake, especially with plenty of rats in Bravil, although Kurz might have run away faster from the droops.

And now Buffy has another reason not to do as well as she can in the tournament. Kurz is naturally going to suspect the winner.

Posted by: King Coin Apr 24 2011, 07:09 PM

You were absolutely right! I loved this chapter! Very good description of the tavern, it seems like the type of place Aravi would avoid.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 24 2011, 07:20 PM

How wonderful it was to see this scene again! It was even more delicious knowing that Kurz left the Lonely Suitor for dinner at the FG followed by a dessert of Ancondil's fists!

The uh oh feeling Buffy experienced when Kurz went all handsy on her is a familiar feeling to many women, myself included (my older sister's boyfriend comes to mind first - how ugh is that?). Us dressage riders like to call it the downward transition.

And I loved Luciana Galena in this vignette. It's one of those situations where when it came my turn to write her, my perspective was undoubtedly influenced by this chapter (in BF 1.0).

And having an infectious disease works nearly every time! Tell Buffy that if that doesn't work, waving a sharp blade in the area of a man's groin will be more than enough to scare 'em off. Of course, that's even more effective when I notify the gentleman of my license to castrate.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 24 2011, 08:18 PM

The Star Wars Cantina indeed, I could hear Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes playing Jizz in the background.

Kurz returns! Much more friendly this time I see. Perhaps a little too friendly though... I see his taste runs to blond wood nymphs, rather than the pasty-skinned redheads.

Freeing my forearm from underneath the giant green hand as unobtrusively as I could
Yep, he likes the blond ones indeed! Poor Buffy, totally blindsided by the the fact that she is attractive! She is going to have to get used to it, and learn to avoid giving mixed signals to the sausages out there. Her lament that the University did not offer classes on fending off randy boars only underscores what a magic geek she is! Thankfully Kurz had to go back to the guild hall for that dinner...

Captain Bittneld figured this here tournament might draw out the killer.
I think the Captain was right!

but sure as a troll craps in the woods & this is just a wild imp chase.
Wonderful ES turns on old phrases!

As in 1.0, the fight between the two Khajiit and the Nord was priceless, as was the bartender's response!

She seemed to have lost control of the top several buttons of her blouse.


Everyone in this bar is suspicious in one way or another.
If they were not suspicious, they would not be there! Luciana to the rescue, in more ways than one. Your description of her has me thinking of Juliette Lewis. Perhaps she might give classes at the University?

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 25 2011, 01:47 AM

Everything about this episode was pure genius.

Posted by: Zalphon Apr 27 2011, 12:39 AM

I need to reread with the cantina song on a loop in the background

Posted by: Grits Apr 27 2011, 12:33 PM

98, The Emma May:

Right away the dusty beams of sunlight bring the whole scene to vivid life. I can just imagine the two wood elves feeling for creaky boards with their feet! Nice that the next puddle on the deck was caused by a wraith. Buffy and Alawen executing their plan were great fun to watch!

We nodded comfortably to each other then nocked arrows in unison. As with the navigation room, Alawen kicked open the hatch.

Their adventure brought them from the first extended discussion to a few practiced looks and gestures. The respect and trust that they earned from one another could certainly strengthen their friendship better than hours of getting-to-know-you chat would.

99, Lions, Horses, and Blondes:

Once again I could almost feel the warm sun and cool breeze, and I could see the sun sparkling on the gold and gems. The details you give us allow us to imagine the rest, which to me is so much more engaging than pointing out every little thing. The Black Dog Camp dock has to be one of the most peaceful and inviting scenes ever!

I frowned. "Alawen, your hair is kind of a mess.

So instead of fancy words and elaborate tact, Buffy goes with a solid foundation of friendship and the simple truth. I love it!!

Buffy’s decision to keep her mouth shut about Alawen’s possible parentage reminds us that her head is not filled with soap bubbles. She is willing to keep dark secrets, even at the cost of her own peace of mind.

100, The Star Wars Cantina:

Oh my goodness! I would like to quote the whole chapter as my favorite part! The action in the background placed Buffy and Kurz’s conversation in a perfect frame. Then the luscious Luciana saved the evening by cleverly deflecting Kurz’s interest, and finally providing the much-needed eyelash fluttering lesson. Only it turns out that the lesson is when not to flutter them – and we realize that Buffy’s natural charms have surpassed her image of them, bumps in the breeze notwithstanding. After all, the Nord tapped Buffy’s shoulder when she was sitting right next to the buxom Breton. Luciana’s advice to throw up if necessary had me rolling! I love this chapter!!

(edited because spell-check is not omniscient. )

Posted by: Acadian Apr 27 2011, 01:30 PM

In Episode 100, Buffy found herself quite out of her element in the rowdy Lonely Suitor Lodge tavern. She was hoping to find leads that might help her track down the vexing drain marksman scroll that she believes may be used to sabotage the tournament. When we left her, she was talking with the pub-wise Luciana Galena.

Rihanae- I'm so glad you enjoyed the tension, teasing and imagery in the tavern! Thank you!

mALX- Thanks for those mighty kind words! All of Buffy's mystic archery skill and fancy University education. . . and she still has gaping holes in her training.

ghastley- Luciana was a street-wise blast to write. Fortunately, Buffy was just smart enough to play along with the disease ploy.

King Coin- Thank you. Aravi's Aleswell Cottage is sooo much more inviting than that rough and tumble tavern. And it looks plenty big for a party!

Rider- Ol' Kurz just is not having much luck in Bravil so far, is he? Dead ends on both Buffy and his murder investigation, then getting trounced by Ancondil over in TF! I'm so honored that our depiction of Luciana has influenced your view of her. I know exactly what you mean; my view of Aelwin, Morvayn, Enilroth and many others has been quite flavored by OHDH. I see Luciana as quick thinking and tavern-savvy - a pair of qualities that Buffy quite lacks.

SubRosa- Heh, we'll keep the 'Star Wars' motif for one more episode. Poor orcs just can't win with the woodsters. Poor Ancondil got stopped by Sappho, and poor Kurz by fear of blood lung. You're right, Buffy's a magic geek and has lots to learn about (in Luciana's words), "Where lower urges meet real life." I remember how you enjoyed the little Khajiit/wine/Nord bar fight in 1.0 and am so glad it provided a fun touch of background clutter again!

Ceidwad- By Mara! Buffy and I so enjoyed writing this episode. The encouragement of your kind words is so very humbling. Thank you.

Zalphon- Heh! I just couldn't stop thinking of the Star Wars Cantina as we wrote that scene. Here is your http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSRwzP23ifI .

Grits- I'm so glad you enjoyed the friendship that Buffy and Alawen built from their shared similarities, differences, adventure, then quiet time together. Thank you also for the kind words regarding some of our descriptions. Given your own magnificent talent for understated humor, I'm so glad Luciana managed to tickle your funny bone.

I had known Luciana Galena, albeit not well, all my life. I was reassured somewhat by the fact that the late City Swimmer had called the Breton a friend. I wanted to trust her and, frankly, wasn't doing well at all on my own. "Luciana, there's a powerful archery scroll loose in the city. I fear it could sabotage the tournament and jeopardize Daenlin's title as champion. Whoever has it is both dangerous and violent. Probably cunning, too."

"Why didn't you say so, instead of dancing around the milk thistle bush?" Luciana frowned. "There's been someone trying to sell such a scroll all right. Further, he meets every bit of your description and then some." Suddenly, her face went pale. "Uh oh, speak of the beast."

I followed her pointing finger to the orc that filled the doorway of The Lonely Suitor Lodge. As his cruel eyes quickly surveyed the tavern, I noted the handle of a large weapon that protruded well above one heavy orcish pauldron. With a scowl, he turned and made his way to the staircase. Most of the crowd parted for him; those who didn't were roughly shouldered aside. Before he disappeared upstairs, I could see that the well-worn handle on his back descended into the massive business end of a warhammer. The gleaming head of the weapon was the color of the orc's skin.

Kurdan gro-Dragol's involvement made perfect sense. He embraced the worst part of Bravil's dark side. With his appetite for loan sharking, extortion and anything else where violence could generate profit, he was a one-orc organized crime ring. More than anyone else in Bravil, he could instill fear - the kind I had seen in Ungarion's eyes when the black marketer refused to divulge who had bought the drain marksman scroll.

"Be careful, Buffy." Luciana's hand on one shoulder gently shook my attention back to her. "Don't tangle with Kurdan; it's not worth it. He's mean, smart and would kill his own mother for a fistful of septims. You should just forget about that scroll."

She then pinched some color back into her cheeks and rose to her feet. With hips swaying and fingers twirling a lock of shining black hair, she drifted toward a visiting merchant with a heavy coin purse displayed at his belt.

Luciana's barstool was quickly taken by a Redguard. The man had a long scar that ran down one cheek and a saber dangling from his left hip. After telling me he was a crewman with one of the visiting ships that now crowded the docks for the tournament, he offered to buy me a drink. I clung to my empty ale bottle as if it were full, then shook my head and then turned away.

The Redguard didn't persist. Aloofness did not come easily to me, but I admitted that Luciana knew a lot more about how to stay out of trouble in a rough tavern than I did. I was grateful for her lessons that allowed me to focus on my purpose here. I thought about how to best approach the dangerous orc upstairs.

Finally, I took a deep breath, let it out noisily and set my bottle on the bar. Standing, I rearranged my bow and quiver, then made my way to the stairs and up to the second floor of The Lonely Suitor Lodge.

"Well, if it isn't little Buffy," the orc scoffed. "What do you want, twig?"

Normally, I considered the term for a young wood elf rather endearing, but certainly not coming from the menacing Kurdan. I held my position near the top of the stairs. "I understand you have a scroll that could help me win the tournament by weakening my competition. I'd like to buy it."

"Betraying the current champion, is it? I didn't think you had it in you, kid. I like that." One side of his upper lip rose slightly.

Okay, Buffy, so far so good with your deception. I had figured that appealing to Kurdan's sense of honor would have simply gotten a laugh. I dropped my coin purse on the small table near the top of the stairs, allowing the sound to emphasize its considerable weight.

The orc glanced at the bag of gold as his tongue slid out to lick a yellow tusk. "That'll get you in the door." Cruel dark eyes then very slowly worked their way from my head to my toes, making me feel uncomfortably like a rabbit hanging in a butcher shop for inspection. "How about we slide into my office, get comfortable and we can discuss what else it'll cost you." His gesture at the nearby bed made it clear what he meant by 'office'.

After my experiences downstairs, why was this not a surprise? I wished I had taken the time to learn a little more from Luciana. Well, here goes. "I am but a clumsy young elf. With this gold, surely you could afford a woman of more skill and experience?"

"Nah, I like 'em young and trainable."

Well, that didn't work so well. I tried to remember more of what Luciana had told me. As uncomfortable as I was, I had no trouble summoning a desired flush of embarrassment to support my newly fabricated backup plan. "Um, Kurdan, I'm sorry, but it is an awkward time in my cycle. I fear you would find things. . . colorful."

"Oh for the sake of Malacath!" Kurdan snapped. "Do you think an orc cares about that? Make up your mind or we're done here."

There was no reason to believe that a lie about having some contagious disease would forestall the inevitable. I dropped the act and picked up my bag of gold. "It's not going to happen, Kurdan."

"Hey, if you got frost-enchanted britches, that’s your problem. I already sold the scroll anyway."

"What?!?" I snarled. "You would have let me -" Stop, Buffy. This isn't going to get you anywhere. You already know this orc would sell his mother. I managed to lower my voice to a hiss, "And who, pray tell, did you sell it to?"

"What's it worth to you, tree hugger?"

Hadn't we just gone through this? "Not what you're asking."

"You're lucky I even offered to deal with you, elf. Everything about you is too damn small except for those big ears. Now, get out."

As I glared up at the orc across the room, I could feel my jaw tighten and the emerald dancing cobra straining to escape my clenched fist. "Or what?" My anger at the stinging truth of his insults had served to prevent tears; unfortunately, that same anger was responsible for the poorly considered challenge that had just escaped my lips.

One large hand moved slowly behind his back, no doubt to rest on the haft of his warhammer. Dark eyes seethed with venom. "Take your best shot, you frigid, gutless little wench."

I knew what the orc was doing. Despite killing several Bravilians, Kurdan had never spent a day in prison. His tactic was to goad an opponent into attacking first. He was well-equipped to survive almost any first strike, then slaughter his assailant and claim self-defense. It was my move again.

Giving voice to my anger had cost me. Kurdan's hatred was now reinforced beyond my ability to magically charm any cooperation from him. Was it to be a fight then? Motivated by a silly archery tournament and my hurt pride? Perhaps by alternating spell and bow, I could immobilize him long enough to win. Then again, he might get one hit with his warhammer - that's all it would take to kill me. I sure didn't have any maneuvering room up here, and I was painfully familiar with how much space it took to stop the charge of an orc. Perhaps I could make it downstairs, but to what end? Only to have him kill half the patrons in the bar during the brawl that would surely ensue?

I took a deep breath, then used fear to help swallow my temper. "You win this round, Kurdan." Calming the glow in my hand, I started very slowly backing away from the deadly encounter.

"You've earned a dangerous enemy tonight, wood elf."

Since I lacked both the stones and steel to take him toe-to-toe, I kept my mouth shut as I slowly continued backing down the stairs.

Once outside, I leaned unsteadily against the old building and breathed deeply of the cool freshness. Kud-Ei had told me that wisdom comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. Of course, Boderi had assured me that bad judgment gets you killed. I wasn't sure if I was any wiser, but at least I was alive.

After my heart had slowed its pounding, I whispered into the night air, "Daenlin, I've been poked, groped, propositioned and threatened tonight. I surely hope you appreciate what I'm putting myself through for your silly tournament."

I slipped the coin purse from my waist into my pack, then wandered aimlessly as I pondered what to do next. Despite the late hour, Bravil was still quite alive with the banter of vendors and visitors. Thieves and pickpockets moved quietly, with watchful eyes, among the streetlamps and shadows.

Searching for the elusive scroll, among the multitudes of men and mer that now swelled Bravil for the tournament, was akin to seeking a particular drop of water in the Niben. I needed eyes and ears that moved freely but unnoticed in the dark waters of the night. With a plan now forming, my feet turned toward home. A brief stop there would provide the tools I needed - potatoes, carrots, venison. . . .

Posted by: Grits Apr 27 2011, 01:54 PM

Oh my gosh! I never saw it coming, but I recognized Kurdan right away! *shiver* I am impressed with Buffy’s self-control as she backed down from Kurdan. Then her application of logic to Kud-Ei and Boderi’s advice was a nice chuckle-inducing Buffy moment after a very tense ordeal!

A brief stop there would provide the tools I needed - potatoes, carrots, venison. . . .

A “Summon Aradroth” potion? No, only a brief stop home… Hmmm…

Posted by: mALX Apr 27 2011, 05:07 PM

I would like one of those myself, lol. Where is The Wolf when you need him? ROFL !!



@ Acadian - This chapter was riveting from beginning to end, touches of humor woven into the tight tension of the episode - still, this is my fave line in the chapter, it can't be topped :




AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 27 2011, 05:30 PM

A historic post! This is the last of the segments from Buffy 1.0. From here on out, we are in virgin territory once more. Congrats for finally reaching that point.

a fistful of septims
A wonderful ES-ized allusion to a classic Man With No Name movie!

I suppose it is no surprise that Kurdan would be behind the scroll. He was just as big, nasty, uncouth, and repulsive as the title of this segment. He even insulted Buffy's ears! Poor thing. If only Ancondil were there to learn him some manners...

Buffy shows her dragon side by wanting to do the latter herself. But at the same time good judgment in not doing so. That was not the time or place. Still, Kurdan might be joining Earana in the hereafter sometime soon...

Now the big question is, who did he sell the scroll too? Poor Buffy, all her work, and still she is back to where she started. All for Daenlin's silly tournament! I am sure the old man does indeed appreciate it all. Or would, if he knew what his little twig was up to.

So Buffy is looking for unseen eyes and ears? That can only mean one thing. Time to talk to the beggars.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 27 2011, 05:45 PM

I'm with Sage Rose here - truly a historic moment as we reach the end of BF 1.0. Looking forward to what happens next! It has taken you what, a year, to reach this point? Congratulations!

Kurdan is as menacing as ever. For some reason, I always think of Clancy Brown in the original Highlander movie. He was terrifying, especially with his height and gravelly voice. And it's that voice I hear in my head whenever Kurdan gro-Dragol speaks - in game or in fan fiction. Probably because beyond the similarity in bulk, voice and menace, they share similar names - Kurdan vs. Kurgan. Congratulations on keeping that similarity alive in writing Kurdan. He really is larger than life, as the ultimate villians should be. Mannimarco really has nothing on him!

Buffy's decision to back down is a wise one. After all, what's more important, getting killed in her anger, or living to fight another day? For as long as she stays alive, there will be another day for her to pick her fight with Kurdan. Even if she had killed him this time, she could get slammed in jail for murder, given his penchant of goading others in throwing the first punch.

Now I'm going to be waiting with bated breath to see what happens next!

Posted by: Zalphon Apr 28 2011, 12:47 AM

Why isn't Buffy a good little liar...

By the way, the Cantina Song rocks! Is it bad that I can name every instrument they play from the Holobox to the something Horn IIRC. Go Cantina Band!

Posted by: King Coin Apr 28 2011, 01:12 AM

I like this chapter. Buffy really should have held her tongue, but I'm proud that she stood up for herself to someone that would really outclass her in a fair fight. Buffy never fights fair though

Posted by: Ceidwad Apr 28 2011, 02:26 AM

Buffy sure can pick them, eh? Kurz gro-Baroth and now this thug. Luciana has the right idea.

You have a real talent for these subplots, like the Leyawiin series and now this. I wonder what's going to happen next? Who bought the scroll? There are sure to be lots of exciting twists to come!

Posted by: Rihanae Apr 28 2011, 03:19 PM

I loved how Buffy kind of planned the fight between her and Kurdan first before deciding against it, if it were me against Kurdan i wouldn't think twice... i'd get out of there!

But that is the thing with Buffy, she's quite headstrong.
the best things always come in small packages

Great write

Posted by: Acadian Apr 30 2011, 12:51 PM

During Episode 101, Luciana Galena revealed that Kurdan gro-Dragol had been trying to sell a powerful drain marksman scroll. Buffy learned from the uncooperative Kurdan that he had already sold the scroll. Further negotiations deteriorated into a potentially deadly standoff with the dangerous orc. Fear overruled temper as our wood elf backed away from the encounter, with her proverbial tail between her legs. Buffy wandered the dark shadows of Bravil, pondering other sources of information that might help her resolve the threat of tournament sabotage posed by the scroll.

Grits- Thank you for endorsing Buffy's encounter with Kurdan. It was an interesting challenge to build a scene with such mortal tension that resolved without violence. I'm so glad it worked!

mALX- 'Kud-Ei had told me that wisdom comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.' Thanks for quoting that passage. It sure seems to apply to Buffy. She quoted it after her almost entry into the DB, after her royal screw up at Borderwatch and again here. Must be true!

SubRosa- I'm so humbled that you note our transition from BF 1.0 inspired content into totally new 2.0 material at this point. Being called a gutless, frigid, little wench was not so bad; it was the crack about her ears that pulled Buffy close to playing into Kurdan's hammer. You astutely nail her reference to 'unseen eyes and ears' as relating to beggars.

Rider- Thank you. Yes! Just over a year to redo, expand and present the original 69 episodes of 1.0 into just over 100 episodes here. I'm so glad Kurdan rings effective as a super villain. Thankfully, Buffy has a very strong survival instinct and is practical enough to reluctantly swallow her pride and temper sometimes. I remember how superbly and creatively Julian outmaneuvered Kurdan with her sharp wit!

Zalphon- I'm still chuckling at your wonderful endorsement of our very non-TES reference the Star Wars Cantina and Jabba the Hut. With that University education and her time spent in the Court of Leyawiin, Buffy is getting better at verbal dueling, including deceit. Not quite good enough vs Kurdan here though.

King Coin- Thank you. By giving voice to her anger, Buffy lost the ability to possibly get some info from Kurdan using a charm spell. She's got spunk, but sometimes it shoves her brain to the side a little. Lol.

Ceidwad- Heh. Buffy might start to wonder if orcs have a thing for wood nymphs! Despite a bad night, Buffy greatly respects orcs. After all, she has seen the beautiful simple nobility and awesome power of orcs like Mazoga and Agronak gro-Malog. Thank you so much for endorsing our limited excursion into some subplot weaving in support of the tournament storyline.

Rihanae- Buffy doesn't think quickly, but she really is pretty good at ruminating on one hand while considering the other and trying to sort out what to do. Aww, thanks for the 'best things always come in small packages' comment. Buffy sends -

I slipped through the dark alley between my house and Daenlin's, emerging onto the grassy field that spanned from behind of our homes to the city's south wall. Rather than the single small campfire I expected to see, no less than a dozen flickering tiny flame pits trailed smoky despair up into the night. Each was tended by a beggar, some by two or three as I wandered, searching.

The bustle and festive feel that, even at this late hour, marked the rest of the city during the tournament was absent here. In its place was the quiet hunger and sadness of dirty faces and broken lives. I recognized the hunched shoulders and gray hair tied into a queue that identified Cosmus the Cheat.

"Hail, you old Imperial." I lowered myself to the ground next to him and laid Slayer by my side. "Are you sober tonight?"

The beggar nodded sadly. "No gold, no wine."

"I know it sounds harsh Cosmus, but I'm glad you have no gold. You simply convert it to liquid trouble." I gestured toward the small pot hanging above his fire. "What's in your stew?"

"A rock and a onion. Times be hard. Lots o' gold in town for this here tournament, but," he waved vaguely at the other small campfires, "even more thieves and beggers swarmin' to chase it."

I placed my small food bag on the ground and opened it. Handing Cosmus a potato, I instructed, "Get out your knife and cut this up." After placing some salt and herbs into the pot, I then drew my own blade and began slicing venison into small pieces.

Cosmus looked at the bag as he worked. "Sure you ain't got no wine in there?"

I glared at him. "What happened to that job I got you as a stockman at The Fair Deal last time I was in town?"

His eyes went back to the potato. "Nilawen fired me."

"And why was that?" Nilawen and I talked enough that I already knew the sad answer.

"'Cuz I stole some cheap wine."

I shook my head. "You're going to end up like City Swimmer if you keep stealing. Cosmus, I can find you perfectly good jobs mucking stalls at the stables, helping to unload visiting ships or perhaps even washing dishes at the Silverhome. You have friends like Daenlin and I, who can offer encouragement, but only you can decide if you want to stop with the thieving and the wine." I placed my hand against his forehead then frowned. "Oh, just look at you." Handing him a pink vial, I said, "You've got the chills again. Here, this will cure you - for now. Until you decide to straighten out though, you'll just keep getting sick."

"Buffy, don't think I ain't grateful." Cosmus sipped on the potion. "Not s'many that tries to help me. Some folks toss a septim or two, but that's mostly to make me go away."

Soon, we were sharing a couple wooden bowls of stew and a loaf of bread. "Cosmus, I'm trying to track down a problem. It seems Kurdan gro-Dragol sold a magic scroll to someone that could sabotage the archery tournament. I don't need to tell you how important the tournament is to our friend, Daenlin. Do you know anything about it?"

"I knows plenty. No one pays me no mind. They just looks away or ignores me. I sees and hears what goes on though, I do."

"Can you tell me who Kurdan's been dealing with lately?" I asked.

"Plenty o' folks, with this bow contest goin' on. He does lots of business, most of it outside The Lonely Suitor at night. One of them tall elves - this one had gray hair and a bow. Fancies himself a mountain man they say. He tried to buy that scroll of Kurdan's till he learnt it makes you shoot worse than better. Guess he wanted to impress the ladies or sumthin' by winnin' the contest."

"I think you're right," I said. "Who else have you seen with Kurdan?"

"Well, this bald fella from out of town. I seen him luggin' cases of wine into The Lonely Suitor, then talkin' with the orc outside."

"Could you tell what kind of wine?"

The old beggar grinned, displaying crooked brown teeth. "Does a black bear crap in the forest? I knows me wines. Them cases had the Brothers Surilie mark on 'em, they did, and the old fella was a Imperial."

"That would be Reman Broder." I recalled the Imperial's menacing remarks to Daenlin. "Do you know anything of his business with Kurdan?"

"The orc yelled at him. Sumthin' about don't come back till he had more gold. The bald fellow ran off shakin' like a leaf. Came back to the Suitor several more times with cases of wine, but dunno if he ever got enough gold to buy that scroll."

Cosmus spooned part of his second bowl of stew back into the pot and belched loudly. "Then there was Hans Black-Nail. Seems he fell into the same kinda thinkin' as that Altmer. Was lookin' to buy a scroll to shoot better, not worse."

"Hans?" I asked. I could not imagine what the castle smith would have to do with this. "Any idea what he was up to?" I took a pull from my water bag and offered it to Cosmus.

"Water?" The beggar made an unpleasant face and shook his head vigorously. "You know what fish do in that stuff?" After rubbing his chin, the Imperial continued, "Most likely, Hans was runnin' a errand for the Count's boy. Word is, the little skooma sucker was hopin' to scroll himself into being able to shoot a bow and become some kinda champ like his old man used to be. Well, Hans went away empty handed." The beggar then spit into his fire.

"Cosmus, this is really helpful."

"You always been a kind elf, not lookin' t'other way or treatin' me like I weren't there, Buffy. You been nice since you was knee-high to an imp, followin' old Daenlin around everywhere. I'm glad I knows sumthin' that's of help to you."

It was Daenlin that had, several years ago, gotten me into the habit of sharing my kills. I had provided Cosmus a full belly many times, and was pleased the old beggar was talking so openly with me now.

"Aleron Loche been hangin' around too, talkin' with Kurdan," Cosmus said. "Always about gold. I figure he be tryin' to borrow some. Likely for bettin' if I knows Aleron. Shame, him gamblin' so much. 'Specially with that pretty wife of his. I hear she spends lots of time over in the chapel prayin' for Aleron to stop with the gamblin'."

Aleron Loche was well known to over bet his purse. His wife, Ursanne, was as kind as Mara herself and worked odd jobs to try and help them get by. "Can you think of anything else, Cosmus?"

"Just Nordinor, and that other wood elf dressed in black - you know, the dangerous lookin' one?"

My eyes opened wider at the reference to Nordinor and Aradroth. "I do indeed. What do you know of their involvement in this?"

"T'was a shoutin' contest, it were." He gestured toward The Lonely Suitor. "Happened last night, right outside the tavern. Kurdan said he just sold the scroll. Well, Nordinor sure was angry and wanted to know who bought it. He was sayin' sumthin about how that scroll could throw his numbers outta whack and cost him his shirt. I thought Kurdan was gonna pull that big green hammer and squash the little mer like a mud crab. Nordinor looked like he was gonna piss in his shoes. Can't say I blames him."

"I knows - I mean, I know - the feeling, Cosmus. What happened next?"

"Well, the mean lookin' elf in black stepped back and pulled his bow and a arrow on Kurdan and said sumthin' I couldn't hear. That orc was scowlin' and cursin', but he let 'em both back away. I never seen anyone draw down on Kurdan and live 'afore. Well anyway, Buffy, that's all I knows. Did I do good?"

"Cosmus, you're wonderful." I smiled, kissed the tips of my fingers and pressed them to his forehead; the mild fever was much better after my potion and a decent meal. "It seems I have work to do." I reached for Slayer and rose to my feet. "See Daenlin or I if you get hungry."

Trailing words behind me, I added, "And try to stay off the wine, Cosmus."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 30 2011, 02:38 PM

Ooh, what a wonderful little sit-down with a beggar! Bless Buffy's heart - twasn't that long ago that Julian would have been the one sitting by the fire with her!

I think you've captured Cosmus's personality well, from his manner of speech to his little idioms -- Water? You know what fish do in that stuff? -- to the fever and brown teeth. We see both the pathos and the tiny shred of dignity that this beggar possesses.

And how nice to see Buffy reaping the rewards of her past kindnesses!

Posted by: King Coin Apr 30 2011, 04:00 PM

Oh I love this. Buffy goes from one extreme to the other. She enjoys killing bandits and making them suffer, and then feeds a beggar with her own food.

Posted by: mALX Apr 30 2011, 04:40 PM

Another favorite chapter! Buffy's quiet moments with her Bravil "family" are always my favorites !! You know which line in the chapter I would love best, but I'll quote it anyway, lol. :

Great Write !!! WOO HOO !!!

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 30 2011, 07:18 PM

a dozen flickering tiny flame pits trailed smoky despair up into the night
This was a excellent description of the beggar's quarter of Bravil.

A wonderful depiction of Cosmus the Cheat here. He really shines through this entire segment, in all his grubby glory. His mannerisms really make him distinct and unique. You show us that his kleptomania and alcoholism are why he is a beggar, without telling us that. Another great example of show vs. tell in writing. At the same time that we see just how helpful he can be, as he returns the favors Buffy has shown him with valuable information on the goings on in Bravil's underworld. Something no one else could have provided.

And does Cosmus deliver! Buffy should have went to him first thing, he has been her best source of leads in the scroll hunt so far. I love how most of the people going to Kurdan for the scroll wanted one to make them better so that they could win, rather than make someone else worse. The difference in attitudes really is dramatic. Because only a competitor who was good enough to place 2nd would have a use for the drain marskman scroll. It would knock out Daenlin, and let them take first in his place. That would make Buffy the prime suspect! But we know it is not Buffy, which means the person after the scroll must not be a competitor. This narrows down the field somewhat, and tells us that their motives are not winning the tourney, but rather seeing someone lose it.

One of them tall elves
What an excellent way of saying "high elf" without saying it!

"Water?" The beggar made an unpleasant face and shook his head vigorously. "You know what fish do in that stuff?"
I know it has been remarked on already, but this was truly an excellent line. Not only funny, but also because it speaks volumes about Cosmus.

and that other wood elf dressed in black
http://www.cmt.com/sitewide/assets/img/artists/cash_johnny/johnnycash25-280x336.jpg Or maybe Aradroth...

I knows - I mean, I know -
So cute to see Buffy slip into Cosmus' speech patterns!

Finally do I detect the pitter patter of tiny foreshadowing feet with the news that Aleron Loche is borrowing money to gamble on the tourney? Given that Daenlin is the seven time champion, I suspect he is going to put the money on Buffy's foster dad. An easy bet some would say. Since it would probably be at 1-1 odds, he would need a really big stake in order to make anything worthwhile off of it. Which explains needing to borrow money from Jabba Kurdan.


nits:
It was Deanlin
I think the ghost of James Dean reversed the "a" and "e" in Daenlin.

Posted by: Rihanae Apr 30 2011, 08:04 PM

There are simply so many things I cant help but love about this chapter, so I shall show you a couple of my favorite lines:

'I'm glad you have no gold. You simply convert ot into liquid trouble.'
This is BRILLIANT! Literally made me LOL. Very Buffy

'See Daenlin or I if you get hungry.'
So so so cute! I love the compassion Buffy shows towards Cosmus during the whole chapter.

Loved it!!

Posted by: ghastley May 1 2011, 01:42 AM

Well, we've eliminated a lot of suspects in one episode. All those who thought the scroll would make them shoot better, most of those who'd want to make someone else shoot worse, and Nordinor, who didn't know about it in time. As our Sage has pointed out, the number one suspect in everyone else's mind would be the archer in second place.

I'm suspecting Alawen. Her motive is to prevent its use, and she's just got a share of treasure to spend on it. But then I'm also expecting at least a double-cross from Kurdan, if he survives to pull it off. Looks like more than one potential source of an arrow from the shadows in his directions. If twenty arrows hit him at once, can everybody deny theirs was the one to kill him?

Posted by: Winter Wolf May 1 2011, 04:02 AM

Finally caught up!!

I have perused the earlier chapters- Nordinor (the bookie) and Aradroth (the black henchman) was such a cool idea. Aradroth really comes across as a fully paid member of the Bravil underworld, sitting with his back against the wall and watching the door like any true criminal does!

The sly smile breaks down the outside cool exterior, however. People might think that Aradroth is a cuddly bear.....

Buffy & Alawen were a delight against the bank of the Panther, with horses grazing nearby and a very intriguing background story. Thanks for putting the Nibenay into the Buffy fic. More, more, I say!!

Great to see Buffy delving into the sewer streets of Bravil. The rich pavilions of the day are always a stark contrast to the poor and grimy areas of the poor and downtrodden. Kind of reminds me of the Jack the Ripper east end of the 1880's. Be careful Buffy!

I smiled at the thought of Kurdan and Nordinor involved in a shouting match. That is a scene I would pay money to watch.

And Aradroth pulls a bow on him....wow, these gambling boys mean business!!

nits- Jabba the Hut / Jabba the Hutt.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 2 2011, 08:33 PM

Apologies for my recent absence, I was hard at work on my new mod. But now that it's seen release, I can get back into things here.

Chapter 100-

I see Buffy still has much to learn about the ways of men. You want to know what the big mystery is? We think with our loins first. There you go, problem solved!

Luciana is a wonderful character. That little lesson on how to play coy was priceless.

Also, it seems that Buffy’s past misdeeds are beginning to catch up to her, as they should. I am fully expecting the day when she has to face up to the bad choices she has made early in her life, but I won’t be happy for that day to come. It’s more in the nail-biting expectation that I wait for the fateful moment to come. I surely do not want for her to tried as a murderer, as that would destroy everything she has worked so hard to build. She’ll be expelled from the Mages Guild, have shamed her late family, as well as supremely disappointed Daenlin, and effectively will be ostracized from the world she lives in now. Ever wonder why the Dark Brotherhood call themselves family?

If you take a life, do you know what you give? Odds are you won’t like what it is.

Chapter 101-

Now, now, Buffy, do not be too sure Daenlin will take the news of your derringdo well. I’m sure he would be touched, but I couldn’t ever see him being impressed that you were willing to throw your dignity around in such a way all for the sake of his tournament. He is a master, and he knows all too well that even a master has to slip at some time. Don’t you think he would prefer it if you were there to take the win if he gets sabotaged than if you were to be killed trying to figure out who was trying to do so? At least then, you would save his dignity, as well as make him a very proud man.

Chapter 102-

Yup, if you need info, and need it fast, talk to the beggars. They don’t advise the Thieves Guild for nothing.

I wonder what Aradroth might know about Kurdan to have made him back off like that? Perhaps he would be willing to share? It’s always a good idea to have blackmail ready for persuasion, especially when the man mer in question deals in blood and dirty money.

And with that, I’m back up to speed!

Posted by: Lady Syl May 2 2011, 10:28 PM

Chapter 7.1 review

It was only now, in the aftermath of the fight, I realized that I had peed myself.
Poor Buffy! Although, were I in such a situation, I might do the same!

I especially liked the way you described those swinging blades--the sounds they made and how deafening the noise was.

The way you describe action scenes is excellent. (I find myself using that word an awful lot... ) The detail you add makes it come alive.

Posted by: Acadian May 3 2011, 12:54 PM

Episode 102 found Buffy sharing a late meal with Cosmus the Cheat. The beggar revealed quite a bit about the recent dealings of Kurdan gro-Dragol, giving Buffy several leads about the vexing drain marksman scroll she is investigating. She seemed quite concerned to learn that Nordinor and Aradroth were somehow involved.

Rider- Thank you for noting that that Cosmus' personality and some of his troubles came through okay. I'm so glad that Julian pulled herself away from that life! I'm glad you liked Cosmus' reaction to being offered water; I stole the reaction from Mrs Acadian (she's a diet coke baby).

King Coin- Buffy is very nurturing. Well, to those who mean her no harm anyway.

mALX- Thanks for noting the little extra depth we tried to provide regarding not only Cosmus, but Buffy's history in Bravil. Thanks also for quoting Cosmus' reaction to water.

SubRosa- Thanks for liking our intro to the beggar camp where I tried to capture some despair. It seemed natural that the tournament would attract an influx of thieves, pickpockets and beggars from beyond Bravil - even to the point of competing with Bravil's own population of them. And dear Cosmus did indeed deliver a wagon load of suspects! At least many could be weeded out. I appreciate you drawing out Buffy's momentary lapse into Cosmus' speech pattern; she is educated, but also young and impressionable so it seemed to flow quite naturally - thanks for the endorsement that it worked. Thanks also for the nit so I could fix it.

Rihanae- Thanks for highlighting Buffy's concern that any gold given to Cosmus would simply turn into wine. I was trying to show Buffy's strong underlying compassion (toward those who are kind to her), but temper it with some aspects of almost a maternal nagging and even 'tough love'.

ghastley- I'm so glad you're enjoying our humble subplot involving that pesky scroll. Oooh, Alawen - that is an interesting suspect!

Wolf- Thanks for those kind words, my friend. And again, thank you for allowing Aradroth to participate in the tournament. He adds a wonderful hard and mysterious edge to things. Thanks also for the nit - fixed.

TK- Thank you for your interesting perspective on Buffy. The imperfect elf relies on a very strong survival instinct and the Buffy Doctrine to help guide her. Welcome back, and I hope the modding has been going well!

Lady Syl- Thank you so much for your review of Buffy getting the pee knocked out of her clearing the upper portion of Vilverin. That was her first encounter with blade traps. It's such a joy to hear your views on her earlier episodes, and I'm grateful!

Stepping into the alley between Silverhome on the Water and The Fair Deal, I touched my fingertips to the head of a torch. I then lifted the flaming brand against the night. Several shadowy figures cursed and scurried away like rats - skooma addicts. The one figure that remained was Nordinor.

"Well, it's always a pleasure to see you, Buffy. What brings you to my outdoor storefront at this late hour?"

"I'm sorry I've frightened away your customers," I replied.

"Not to worry, they'll be back," the Bosmer said. "They can't help themselves, you see."

His words were a stark reminder that the livelihood of the often jovial elf did indeed include feeding the misery of others. I dropped the pleasantness. "Look, I know there's a powerful scroll loose in town that could sabotage the tournament, and you're somehow involved." I could hear the anger rising in my voice. "You know as well as I how important this event is to Daenlin. I thought he was your frien-"

"Whoa," interrupted Nordinor with a raised hand. "Settle down, Buffy. Of course I'm Daenlin's friend. I'm also your friend. Have I not always showed kindness to both of you?

"I'll admit that you have," I replied to the smooth elf who had deftly disarmed some of my anger, "but I think you'd better start explaining what you know."

"I always keep an ear toward The Lonely Suitor, so I knew of Kurdan's scroll," Nordinor began. "Such a thing could ruin my bookmaking - throw the odds so far off I could lose my shirt. I want that scroll out of circulation as badly as you do."

"Go on," I commanded skeptically.

"After scraping my gold together, I tried to buy the scroll last night. I figured I could sell it to the Mages Guild and trust them to keep it out of the wrong hands. That way, I could get most of my gold back and prevent someone from manipulating the odds. Buffy, a bookmaker lives or dies by the accuracy of his numbers. That scroll could destroy me. Do you understand?"

"Not exactly," I said honestly, "but I'm beginning to see that you don't want sabotage either." I wanted to believe that Nordinor spoke the truth, and decided to test his story. "What happened when you tried to buy the scroll?"

The Bosmer frowned. "I was too late. I tried to get Kurdan to tell me who he sold it to so I could make an offer to the new owner. The big green troll wouldn't tell me, then he got belligerent." The skooma dealer's face blanched. "Buffy, have you ever been threatened by an orc with a warhammer?"

"Yes I have, Nordinor. I know it can be terrifying. What happened?"

"Thank Nocturnal that Aradroth was with me. He stepped back, drew his bow and aimed in on Kurdan's face. I figure staring down an arrow into those cold gray eyes is about as scary as facing Kurdan. Aradroth then quietly explained exactly what the enchantment on his bow could do. Well, it worked - at least long enough for us to back away. Someone needs to do something about that damn orc."

Nordinor had just gained some credibility. His story matched what Cosmus had reported to me. "And what is Aradroth's involvement in this? Are you two perhaps trying to manipulate a win for him in the tournament?"

"Buffy, do you think you are the only one in this town that likes and respects your friend Daenlin? Aradroth is no master archer, nor does he care for your tourney. The only reason he is competing is because someone," Nordinor wagged an accusing finger at me, "showed a newcomer some kindness and asked him to enter the tournament as a show of support for the current champion."

I said a little sheepishly, "Well, you have a point there."

The Bosmer continued with what appeared to be earnest conviction, "Neither Aradroth nor I would betray Daenlin. The mer in black was only with me last night so I could buy him an ale at the Suitor. I was hoping he would tell me about some of the treasures he found recently while imp hunting at Robber's Glen Cave."

"I-I'm sorry, Nordinor. Nilawen knows you better than I, and she accepts you for what you are. I guess I should too."

"I understand, Buffy. There's nothing confidence-inspiring about my business ventures." He sighed and rubbed his chin. "So, it seems our purposes merge, yes? We both want a clean tournament."

"Agreed," I said. "So you think your betting operation may have something to do with it? How can that help us solve this?"

"Well, it can't right now," he replied. "We won't know the ten finalists until the qualification period ends tomorrow afternoon. Then I can finalize my odds and open my books for betting. I suspect there's a good chance that might flush out our culprit."

I cocked my head. "How so? I know nothing of betting."

"Of course you don't, Buffy. Let's say, for example, the top two contenders remain Daenlin and you."

"Oh, that would be great!" I chirped.

"If I intended to use that scroll," the Bosmer continued patiently, "I'd put big money on you. Then I'd use the scroll on Daenlin to ensure he didn't win. So, we just have to-"

"Wait, Nordinor," I interrupted, "wouldn't it be better to just bet on Daenlin and avoid the risk of trying to sabotage things?"

"Odds, Buffy. With this example, if Daenlin retains his championship, it's not a great payoff. If you were to win however, the odds force a much bigger profit to those who bet on you. Do you understand?"

"I think so," I said, hoping my words would not betray that I was clueless. "So you will watch for unusual betting?"

"Well, yes," he replied with a thoughtful nod. "I'll be looking for gamblers dropping more gold than their purses should allow, particularly if it is on the number two contender."

"Since your betting operation is sanctioned by the castle, if you figure out who it is you'll turn them over to city guard, right?"

The Bosmer shook his head. "The guards can do nothing until the damage is done."

I thought about Aradroth again. Nordinor had convinced the assassin to advise him on archery matters. "I don't want this tournament sabotaged, but I don't want anyone killed either. You're better than Kurdan gro-Dragol," I raised an eyebrow and added, "aren't you?"

"Look, I run non-violent businesses here, and never coerce anyone to do anything. I wouldn't last very long if I started allowing people I deal with to be killed. Buffy, you'll have to trust me on this. What I do isn't necessarily something to be proud of, but I assure you I'm pretty good at it."

I heaved a sigh. "What can I do to help?"

The Bosmer smiled. I thought I saw kindness and indulgence on his face. "Leave this to me, Buffy. You shoot well when the time comes, and let me do what I do best. Check back with me tomorrow evening, once I've had a few hours to monitor the betting. I may know something then."

I had denounced killing to solve this mystery and, in so doing, defanged any intimidation I could impress upon Nordinor. I paused for a moment to carefully craft my next words. Rather than a threat, I wanted to intentionally sound vulnerable and play upon Nordinor's professed friendship. Perhaps being a young she-elf, which had plagued me all night, could now work to my favor.

"Nordinor," I said softly, "when you first arrived in Bravil, I welcomed you with trust, as I did Aradroth more recently." I lowered and raised my eyelashes once - slowly, like I had seen Luciana Galena do. "I moved into the Mages Guild so you could use Nilawen's spare room until I could afford a home of my own. I've never spoken of your activities to my friends Gladius Maro, Gaius Prentus or Caccian Apinia in the Bravil Guard. Both Daenlin and I call you friend. Please do not betray us."

Nordinor nodded. "Tomorrow evening, Buffy."

I hoped I was right in trusting the shady Bosmer. The fact of the matter was, I saw little choice.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot819.jpg

Posted by: ureniashtram May 3 2011, 03:21 PM

Hey! I caught up! Would you even believe such a thing could be possible, as I am several THREADS away? Whew!

Anyway, I think I might know who the culprit is. Emphasis on might. I still am not sure, but I've a suspicion layed on him. I just have to wait until Buffy finds to see if I'm right.

Posted by: mALX May 3 2011, 03:36 PM

WOO HOO !!! Johnny Cash !!!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho



@ Acadian - ARADROTH !!! WOO HOO !!! Buffy is hilarious as the detective trying to get to the bottom of someone trying to "fix" the tourney - while she (without realizing it) walks a very fine line in doing just that in the name of "ensuring Daenlin wins!" Her naivety in her own actions is endearing - I see a strong lecture from Daenlin in her future if he finds out though, lol.

Buffy's heart is so obviously in the right place, and her love for Daenlin is clear in these chapters. Awesome Write, Acadian !!! You are really giving a great glimpse of what goes on "behind the scenes" at competitions of this sort !!! Love these tourney chapters !!!

Posted by: King Coin May 3 2011, 04:02 PM

An unlikely ally perhaps. Of all people though, fixing the tournament should be right up his alley

Posted by: SubRosa May 3 2011, 04:32 PM

I then lifted the flaming brand against the night.
I see magic is good for more than just heating tea!

I see Buffy has finally gotten tired of beating around the bush, as she did was Luciana, and instead is just getting straight down to business with Nordinor instead (isn't Nordinor an odd name for a Bosmer? You would think it would be Woodinor, or Bosinor, instead). I see she does not trust him enough to just take his word either, but compared his version of events at the Star Wars Cantina to what Cosmus told her. Smart girl.

Nordinor however, does have some good advice, and seems to be a key ally in Buffy's hunt for the elusive scroll. Of course, he is looking at things from a purely for-profit angle. What if the possessor of the scroll has no desire to win money, but instead is acting purely from spite to discredit one of the contenders? Then anyone could be the target, and anyone the culprit.

"Buffy, have you ever been threatened by an orc with a warhammer?"
Indeed, she has faced those fast-moving buildings before!

The mer in black
There he is again! I bet he walks the line, and has ridden though a burning ring of fire too!

"Oh, that would be great!" I chirped.
This is so Buffy, her heart right out on her sleeve.

Posted by: Grits May 3 2011, 04:42 PM

From 102 : Cosmus steals the show with his unexpected squeamishness! I love that Buffy sees the reality of Cosmus’ situation, but that doesn’t diminish her compassion for him. Instead, she offers him help that he needs, but that he can’t use against himself. It makes me think highly of her, as well as the folk who must have provided good examples while she was growing up. Aradroth’s quick draw and quiet words were chilling, even in the re-telling!

From 103 : Wow, only ten finalists! The pressure is on.

"I think so," I said, hoping my words would not betray that I was clueless.
Blondes everywhere thank you for keeping up appearances. Buffy is so charming!!

I lowered and raised my eyelashes once - slowly, like I had seen Luciana Galena do.
Whoa, I think that's at least a journeyman skill!

This tournament that you and SubRosa have brought to us is such a delight. Thank you so much for sharing it!

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 3 2011, 06:19 PM

Huh, finally caught up. Don't know for how long though. Ah well. Illa Vita Est! ('That's Life' for all ye non-speakers of Latin.)

I'm loving Buffy's attempts at playing detective. Maybe, after she's done, she'll try to improve on her skills by training with Basil Rathbone look-a-likes.

These are some great installments showcasing a distinct "brains over brawn/violence/intimidation/well-placed-arrow-to-the-skull" approach. I'm enjoying it, as it's something I don't get to see in Elder Scrolls games often enough. I guess that's why the Stolen Chorrol Painting quests and Order of the Virtuous Blood quests are so fun for me. These types of events are reminders that Tamriel can be a very real place, with very real persons, when the writing is done right.

One nit:

There should be an opening quotation mark at the beginning ("Thank Nocturnal...) to signify the new speaker. Since you have it at the end, it's probably just a typo.

Posted by: Zalphon May 4 2011, 12:31 AM

Bosmer...Shady little creatures. One moment they're on your side, the next they're eating their own brother.

Posted by: Winter Wolf May 4 2011, 07:27 AM

This is so much fun! Trailing along behind Buffy and watching her crazy detective skills come to the fore.
As Rosa says, her heart is on her sleeve, and that is what makes the story come across so well!

The only reason he is competing is because someone," Nordinor wagged an accusing finger at me, "showed a newcomer-
Wonderful! From a Bosmer to a Bosmer about a Bosmer. This scene is worth a painting! Imperials may run the empire, but the wood elves have now taken over. Yippee!!

"Oh, that would be great!" I chirped.
The conversation has only going along for a matter of seconds and already Buffy has allowed herself to be sidetracked.
Her personality just shines through in your writing. Magnificent!

I lowered and raised my eyelashes once - slowly, like I had seen Luciana Galena do.
.......

I cannot wait to see Buffy catch up with the bookie. I can already see her trying to decipher the information and ending up more confused then she started!

Posted by: D.Foxy May 4 2011, 05:40 PM

So Buffy the bowgirl is now a Dee Tactive, hey?

Me like. Me like very very much!!!!

Posted by: Acadian May 6 2011, 01:38 PM

During Episode 103, Buffy discussed her concerns about the drain marksman scroll with Nordinor. The two elves agreed that monitoring betting on the tournament would offer their best chance to identify who intended to use the scroll. Nordinor instructed Buffy to return late the following evening after qualifications were complete and the field of ten finalists was set.

And so ends a very long day for the bowgirl. We are also just over halfway through the Tournament of Archers storyline. The following day will be the last of the three day qualification period, and precedes a single day of final competition that will decide the champion archer of Cyrodiil. Regarding the scroll caper, all suspects have been named. The final evidence will be presented and the culprit identified during Episode 108. Buffy still expects to be recalled to the University within a week or so to learn if the Council of Mages has approved her plea for assistance to Kvatch. The tournament storyline will end a few days after the final competition, as Buffy leaves Bravil.

ureniashtram- So wonderful to have you back with us! Oh, I hope Buffy finds out who the scroll culprit is in time! It'll be fun to see if you are right!

mALX- What a delightfully poignant song from the man in black. Buffy will have to ask Aradroth if he can sing; the bowgirl actually sings quite well. Thank you so much for enjoying Buffy as she naively stumbles along with her heart on her sleeve trying to 'fix' things.

King Coin- There is nothing honorable about Nordinor of course. Buffy tends to judge men and mer based on whether they are kind to her though, so she cannot bring herself to dislike the shady Bosmer. Fortunate in this case because I think you're right - he may be just the one to help solve the mystery.

SubRosa- Thank you! Buffy's nature and her history in Bravil allow her to move in many incompatible circles. Seems like it just might pay off here. You are so right about Buffy often wearing her heart on her sleeve; sometimes the words just pop right out! What a night! From amorous friendly orcs to amorous deadly ones, to a professional lesson on men from Luciana, to learning so much from dear Cosmus, to dealing with a skooma dealer/bookmaker in the middle of the night in a dark alley.

Grits- Thank you for agreeing with Buffy's treatment of Cosmus. Knowing that you are a blonde, it warms Buffy's heart to receive your endorsement that she tried to hide her cluelessness about the confusing mechanics of Nordinor's betting operation. Yes, Buffy is finally making a little progress with those eyelashes. I'm so pleased you are enjoying the tournament as we present it from the perspectives of both Buffy and Teresa. Working with the creative genius of SubRosa over the last year on this has been a pure joy.

Captain Hammer- Welcome back! Although Buffy has no hope of ever rivaling Jessica Fletcher, she is surely trying hard to solve that pesky mystery. Thanks also for the endorsement of Buffy recognizing that the non-violent approach is sometimes in her best interest. I also appreciate you catching that nit so I could fix it.

Zalphon- I know! Those sneaky little wood elves skulking around in the shadows. Just can't trust 'em.

Wolf- Thank you so much. From chirping about how great it would be for Daenlin and her to finish first and second, to trying to emulate Luciana's eyelash skills, to struggling to solve the scroll mystery out of love for Daenlin, to being clueless about betting, to getting so easily distracted. . . . Yup, that's Buffy! Aradroth gets to show his stuff on the range as he attempts qualification in a couple episodes. I expect Nordinor will consult with the mer in black about that vexing scroll as well.

Foxy- Thanks for the endorsement of Buffy's novice detective skills as she flounders about.

Cheerful streaks of sunshine began to pour over the eastern walls as I made my way across town. The streets were already filled with people and the tantalizing smells of vendors preparing their savory wares for the day.

I had already exercised Superian in the quiet predawn, been home and changed into a russet felt dress. I had hoped for more sleep, but a couple restore fatigue potions would have to suffice this morning - again. So much for a restful break.

My thoughts turned to the reason for my layover in Bravil. I hoped the wait would yield some help from the Council of Mages for the beleaguered force defending Kvatch. Counting off days on my fingers, I figured it should be less than a week before I got recalled to the University.

Soon enough, I arrived at my guildhall. The mages periodically got together for morning tea, and I tried to attend when I was in Bravil.

*

"So Henantier, it's good of you join us this morning." Delphine Jend topped off her tea cup. A sharply arched eyebrow betrayed her deceptively bubbly manner as she pointedly added, "Where have you been?"

From my seat at the dining table between Kud-Ei and Ardaline, I could see Henantier glance at Kud-Ei before he responded, "Well, let's just say I had a touch of trouble with a very delicate experiment. Our wonderful leader, with some help from the Fighters Guild, came to my rescue however."

"Fighters Guild?" chirped Aradline. She grinned then continued, "Henantier, did you conjure some rats that needed to be put to the blade?" Chuckles erupted around the table.

Before Henantier could respond, the soothing, but firm voice of Kud-Ei replied, "All right, girls, leave poor Henantier alone. Let us just say we needed help from someone unknown to our chapter, and the Fighters Guild commander was kind enough to offer one of his recruits to assist."

"Yes," resumed Henantier, "Teresa was a great help in finding everything that I had, er, misplaced."

"Teresa?" asked Ardaline. "The same Bosmer with fiery red hair that was in here selling potions?"

"The very one," said Kud-Ei over her the rim of her cup.

"Did she have a bow?" My question resulted in nods from Ardaline, Kud-Ei and Henantier. Reaching for a strawberry, I continued, "I saw her trying out for the tournament. Daenlin says she's quite a naturally skilled archer."

Delphine bounced to her feet. "More tea?" Her elegant blue gown swept around the table as she refilled cups. "Speaking of archers, it's wonderful to see you in town, Buffy, at least for a little while before you no doubt go flitting off again. How did your trip to Leyawiin go?"

"Thank you for asking," I replied. "Agata was a great help putting me together for that dinner party. She actually got my hair up into a stick twist, if you can believe it."

"Oh, I bet you looked beautiful," said Ardaline.

"Yes," added Delphine, "so how was that fancy dinne-" Delphine's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, wait! That's not the one we read about in the Courier, is it?"

"The very one." After a giggle, I added, "Someone snuck in, cast a spell and 'poof'! All our clothes were gone. It was great fun actually."

"I would like to have seen that." Henantier's comment caused tinkles of laughter to dance around the table.

"Delphine," I said seriously, "I haven't forgotten about your friend, Maxical. I searched a Khajiiti village called Borderwatch to no avail. And none of the cat people I saw in Leyawiin had white fur. I'm sorry. I know you were concerned. Have you heard from her?"

The Breton's normally effervescent expression clouded, and she placed a finger aside her cheek pensively. "No, and I'm still quite worried about her." As if willing her somber thoughts away, she smiled and continued, "Knowing Maxical, I suppose it's a good thing she's not here. I'm sure she would try to enter your archery tournament."

"Oh? Is she skilled with a bow?" I said before popping a strawberry into my mouth.

Delphine almost sputtered her tea, and had a brief fit of both coughing and laughing before replying, "Oh my, no! She would have to stand with her tail downrange and aim for the city gate to accidently hit one of those archery targets. We'd all get rich charging to heal the spectators!" More laughter filled the room before Delphine added, "She's a little better at aiming spells, but not much."

"You're very quiet this morning, Aryarie," Kud-Ei blinked her orange eyes at the Altmer.

Aryarie licked her fingers. "While you all have been talking, I've been devouring these wonderful sweet rolls. Where did they come from?"

"Ah, I'm glad you noticed," replied Henantier with a sly grin. "I'll have you know I ran all the way to Skingrad before sunrise this morning to fetch these from Salmo the Baker!"

Aryarie winked at Henantier before she said, "Quite remarkable how they're still warm, my speedy friend."

Ardaline and I exchanged befuddled glances as we scratched our heads in unison. She then asked what I'm sure both of us were thinking, "Can I ask a dumb question?"

"Better than anyone I know, except perhaps Buffy," replied Delphine. In response to glares from Ardaline and I, the Breton's serious face erupted into a grin. She then protested, "It's a joke!"

Kud-Ei shook her head and calmly admonished, "Delphine, stop picking on your blond sisters." The Argonian then directed her gaze at Ardaline and I. "Girls, don't let Henantier tease you. The sweet rolls are indeed Salmo's, but come from the small vendor stand he has set up near the tournament grounds."

"Well, they're wonderful, regardless," said Aryarie with a sparkle in her eye as she reached for another of the pastries. Pausing between bites, she asked, "I know Carandial is off at Anutwyll doing more Ayleid research, but has anyone seen Ita this morning?"

"I saw her earlier in the basement recharging some weapons," chimed in Ardaline. After briefly sticking her tongue out at the Breton in blue velvet, she added, "Ita said she's not coming anywhere near Delphine's tea."

"Hmmph!" retored the bubbly Breton. "If she'd drink it instead of spill it on herself, it wouldn't eat holes in her blouse."

It was my turn to almost sputter tea.

Kud-Ei placed a hand on mine and said quietly, "Buffy, in my routine correspondence from the University, I got a note for you. Here."

"Thank you, Magister." I took the parchment and unsealed it.

Buffy,

The Council of Mages remains distracted by the same problem you uncovered at Wellspring. Be assured, Apprentice, the support you require will receive our attention shortly. Boderi tells me you can be reached in Bravil. I recommend you stay there, that I may contact you. I will send for you as the Council goes into session.

Warmest regards,
Raminus Polus
Headmaster, Arcane University
Steward, Council of Mages

Although distracted by thoughts ranging from the Council of Mages to that flaming gate at Kvatch, I managed to enjoy some more pleasant time with my guild mates. After morning tea, we moved to the next room, where Delphine gave us an excellent lecture on cooking with destruction magic.

Posted by: ureniashtram May 6 2011, 02:11 PM

The Bravil Mages in your Mundus is so . . . alive! No words can be put to how much I enjoyed that chapter! The banter they shared on that morning's tea time was, well. I'm embarrased to say this, but my mind kinda conjured a picture of a family, with the children picking on each other.

Whew! Nice chapter!

Posted by: ghastley May 6 2011, 03:23 PM

I especially liked this line "If she'd drink it instead of spill it on herself, it wouldn't eat holes in her blouse." - it reminded me of England, and the "industrial" version of tea in so many workplaces there.

Nice to see Maxical get a mention, although I'm not sure she'd agree with that.

Posted by: Grits May 6 2011, 04:39 PM

Oh my goodness, a late night and an early morning! Maybe anti-fatigue potions come in a latte cup.

I enjoyed the banter around the tea table at the mages guild. Delphine better think twice about teasing blonde alchemists, unless she keeps her shampoo under lock and key.

Delphine is now as firmly associated in my mind with caustic tea as Nerussa is with wine. And now Buffy has a name to put with the fiery red hair. This is more fun than a Leyawiin dinner party!!

Posted by: SubRosa May 6 2011, 04:52 PM

Poor Buffy, her restful vacation has her staying up so late that she has to chug restore fatigue potions to stay awake! Good thing she is taking it easy and relaxing!

"Fighters Guild?" chirped Aradline. She grinned then continued, "Henantier, did you conjure some rats that needed to be put to the blade?"
What is it with the Fighters Guild and rats? Is it some sort of initiation or something?

So that girl with the fiery red hair has a name now! I wonder if we will be seeing more of her in the future...

And a white-furred Khajiit too! Thank goodness that she is not in the tournament, else half of Bravil would be pulling arrows out of their backsides!

A very wonderful little moment at the Mages Guild. You have noted the sense of camaraderie I have given the FG, here you give us the same with the MG. I love how you have used this little scene to show us Buffy's relationships with her fellow magisters. Even if she and Ardaline had a blond moment!

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 6 2011, 05:17 PM

It seems I'm a little remiss in commenting.

Anyway, I just wanted to say how much I've enjoyed the last two chapters.

This one is a standout and strongly appeals to my sense of humor!


Be careful Aryarie, or you'll end up like Vigge the Cautious! Maybe it's a good thing Salmo's only there for the tourney and will soon be heading back to Skingrad!

Posted by: King Coin May 6 2011, 05:42 PM

Well, Buffy's time in Bravil isn't all work, she had a lovely time with her guild mates!

Posted by: mALX May 7 2011, 04:17 AM

ROFL !!! I loved this reference to Buffy's doing the Sanguine quest !!

This was kind of a "Catch-up" chapter, reminders of where Buffy's tale had taken us in the past, reminding us where it will be headed in the future, and a brief reminder that the Tourney is still ongoing !!! I loved the looks back best of all, because each sentence brought the full chapters to memory.

And somehow Maxical and Teresa squeezed into the comaraderie around that breakfast table that you wove so well !! Awesome Write !!!

Posted by: RainbowVeins May 7 2011, 06:20 AM

I just started reading the BF sometime last week, and I immediately became addicted. When I went to click the "next" button just now, I was surprised to find that I'd actually caught up. I haven't read 1.0 so this whole story has been fresh and exciting. Buffy is a joy to read and I eagerly await your future installments.

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 8 2011, 07:34 PM

The Basic Flare Spell. Capable of warming tea. Useful for starting a Legionary's cook fire. Functional as a signal flare. Great for dealing with "Eyes Only" material after having been read. Perfect for turning a frigid bath into luxuriant hot tub. And, with only a little investment in malice and/or willingness to send a message, capable of reminding folks why you don't F*ck with magic users stronger than you!

Now available from your Local Mages Guild with great introductory rates!

Sorry, but I had to comment on that. Every time somebody talks about the unrecognized mundane utility of various magical effects, I smile a little on the inside.

Great to see that the Mages Guild is trying to do something, even if the Council is taking its sweet time. Ah well, bureaucracy for you.

And now Henantier is back in the world of the alert and conscious. At least his experiments never seemed to get an entire town dragged into a jam. Not the worst that can be said for a rogue Altmer mage in Oblivion, by any measure.

Posted by: Acadian May 9 2011, 01:54 PM

Episode 104 found Buffy enjoying morning tea with her guild on the final day of tournament qualification.

ureniashtram- Thank you for those kind words! The unspoken and presumptive familiarity of a family was absolutely what I was hoping to portray. In this case I envisioned the matriarch, Kud-Ei, presiding over her charges.

ghastley- Delphine's 'industrial tea'. Well, the Diva of Destruction knows our Maxical well, so I'm sure she speaks the truth.

Grits- Oooh! Are you sure you're a blonde? The idea about sabotaging Delphine's shampoo sounds almost Maxicalishly clever. . . . Thank you so much for enjoying the banter over tea.

SubRosa- Yes, another morning requiring restore fatigue potions. It was great fun to open the rumor mill around the table, from Fighters Guild rat problems to the mysterious assistance provided by Teresa to tales of Maxical's aiming prowess. The camaraderie was indeed assisted by the example set by your own delightful meals around the guild table. Although comfortable portraying a two way conversation, I confess to being intimidated by dialogue involving multiple speakers such as was required here. I'm glad I dove into it though, because I think it came out well and helped me improve that ability.

Rider- Thank you for enjoying Buffy's recollection about Countess Leyawiin's dinner party. I know! Too many sweet rolls leads to chubby mages! I wish you luck and inspiration as you and Julian continue to compose OHDH Ch 27 that will show us the challenges of Sancre Tor.

King Coin- Thank you. It was nice for her to change gears and spend part of the morning with her guild mates.

mALX- Yes, we reviewed lots of ground via recollection and rumor in this episode. As you say, a catch up that included reminders of Buffy's past, the ongoing tourney and even why she was in Bravil. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and humbly thank you for your kind words about how we presented it.

RainbowVeins- I'm delighted to have you with us! I assure you that we simply relish hearing from readers. Not only is 2.0 much bigger than 1.0, but I believe that Buffy and I have refined and improved our ability to tell her tale thanks to reading so many fine examples here and the kind support of friends.

Captain Hammer- Because Buffy is an archer/illusionist/healer, her ability with destruction magic is limited. Her focus toward that school is on the aspects that help her as a mystic archer - namely drain speed and weakness to poison. Unlike Delphine, Buffy's skill with the elements is limited to the helpful but mundane tasks you so eloquently listed. And yes, thanks to the mysterious efforts of Teresa, we finally have Henantier back!

After morning tea, I stepped from my guild to greet what had blossomed into a warm and beautiful day.

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I had agreed to meet Daenlin at the tourney grounds to observe the last of the qualifications. As I wandered toward the city gate, the bustle of Bravil's temporary transformation was exciting, but I was quite missing my quiet town.

I frowned as Nilawen's shop came into view, reminding me of the troubling drain marksman scroll. At least for the moment, the mystery was in the hands of the bookmaker, Nordinor.

Glancing down one of the alleys between buildings, I noticed two women seated together on the ground. I knew one to be Aia the Wretched, a beggar. The other, with henna red hair and alabaster skin, now had a name - Teresa. I paused to watch, as they shared what appeared to be a simple lunch.

Aia did not have the addiction problems to wine or thievery that Cosmus did. Rather, something had apparently happened in her past - likely before I was born. She refused to wear shoes and, even more tragically, would not enter any building. Not surprisingly, she couldn't find a job and suffered from chronic illness. As she chatted with Teresa, I was pleased to see Aia clearly enjoying the wood elf's company.

It surprised me, however, to see a joyful sparkle in Teresa's emerald eyes and the warm smile that danced across the angular features of her face. She had impressed me as quite businesslike, almost somber, when I had seen her shoot for qualification. As our eyes met, I realized I was staring. I averted my gaze and, with a faint smile, continued to the city gate.

Once across the Larsius River, I greeted Gaius Prentus on duty at the bridge post. Staring at the tournament grounds arrayed before me, I marveled at the sights, sounds and smells. The sunshine highlighted an explosion of color from the sea of brightly striped tents, their flaps drawn back to display glittering treasures. Lute-strumming wandering minstrels sang unknown songs, the words drowned out by vendors hawking their wares.

Of the countless smells - most of them good - I detected cinnamon and allowed my nose to lead me through the maze of tents and vendors to Salmo the Baker's busy stand.

I noticed the elf in front of me, also waiting for pastries, carried a small unusual bow on her back. She had flaming red hair and wore a silver-gray dress that exposed the pale blue skin of her shoulders. It was gathered at her narrow waist by a black sash, then fell to mid-calf and was met by a pair of fine quality black leather boots. Curious, I touched her arm. "Excuse me, but I have never seen such a bow before."

She turned, revealing an attractive face and ruby eyes. "It's a called a chitin short bow, and is common in my homeland of Morrowind." With a smile, she extended her hand. "My name is Zerina Sarethi."

"I'm Buffy." As our hands met, I noted her fingers did not have the heavy bowstring calluses shared by Daenlin, Alawen and I. "Are you shooting in the tournament?"

"Yes, I'll be trying to qualify today, although I confess I'm much more comfortable with spells than bows." She tilted her head. "With a name as unusual as Buffy, I presume you're the archer that currently holds the number two position among the contestants?"

I could feel a flush of warmth rise above the neckline of my dress. "Yes, my archery master and I are both competing. Do you like Morrowind?"

"Yes, and I miss it," she replied. "My home is in a town called Gnisis in northwest Vvardenfell. Have you traveled there?"

"No, I'm afraid I've never left Cyrodiil."

Our conversation was interrupted as we found ourselves finally at the head of the queue for Salmo's. With a bag of fresh sweet rolls each, I said to Zerina, "It was nice talking with you, and I wish you luck in the tournament."

"I enjoyed meeting you as well," she said with a smile while looking at me pensively. As I began to turn away, she touched my wrist and added, "Were you serious about wishing to see Morrowind?"

"Oh yes!" I breathed. "I would love to visit there someday."

"Buffy, I know magic that could allow you a glimpse of my homeland. It would require me to place my hands upon your face and for you to clear your mind. Would you like to try?"

What Zerina proposed sounded much like the way Acadian projected images into my mind. I nodded. "I'd like that, Zerina."

She stood facing me and said, "Close your eyes and open your thoughts." After I did so, her warm hands touched my face. I could feel an unusual form of magicka begin to flow into my mind. Hauntingly beautiful sounds and images formed.

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As the experience faded, I opened my eyes to find myself back at the bustling tournament grounds. There were tears on Zerina's cheeks. I had felt how powerful the memories were for her during the short time our minds had touched.

Profoundly affected, I managed to stammer, "Your homeland is beautiful, Zerina. Thank you for letting me briefly share it through your eyes and ears."

Her bittersweet smile brightened a bit as she said, "Shoot well."

"You too," I replied as she walked away.

With a small bag of sweet rolls in my hand, and thoughts of Morrowind in my head, I made my way toward the reviewing stands. I forced myself to pass by numerous merchants selling beautiful things I was sure I needed, like jewelry and shoes.

Sidling up against Daenlin where I found him seated, I planted a brief kiss on his cheek.

"Well, look at you, in a dress! And no doubt with matching shoes." He lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal russet felt slippers.

"Of course, silly." Proudly holding up the still warm and fragrant bag of cinnamon pastries, I added, "Look what I got you, Master."

"Mmm, I can smell what's in there." Producing a similar bag, Daenlin proclaimed, "It seems we shall become a pair of chubby elves, my apprentice. I bought Salmo's sweet rolls for you as well."

"Oh, look," I pointed toward the firing line, "Aradroth is shooting." Although we had missed his first flight, a glance up at the scoreboard attested he was doing fine. As he reached for the first arrow of his rapid-fire flight, the judge turned her hourglass to commence the timing.

Half a minute later, Daenlin shook his head. "I wonder if that black cloak and unruly mop of hair in his eyes are what slowed him down. By the time he got each arrow nocked, he had to rush his shots. I hope he can compensate some during the final flight."

I looked around, wondering if Alawen had yet arrived. I couldn't see her, but the crowd was too large to know for sure. A nudge from Daenlin returned my focus to the targets in time to watch the assassin's final flight. Taking plenty of time to aim, he smoothly placed three arrows in a tight group near the center of his target. I nodded to the Bosmer beside me. "Clearly, long range shots with plenty of time are his forte." I didn't add that I recognized a fellow sniper when I saw one.

"Well, he did come back rather strongly," said Daenlin. "I imagine he'll qualify."

"Oh, I hope so," I replied, "especially after we pestered him to compete."

After watching several more shooters attempt qualification, Daenlin let us take a break to wander among the merchant tents.

We grew hungry, but decided to save our sweet rolls for later. Instead, we found ourselves standing beneath a sign that said 'South of the Border'. Judging from the pair of Khajiit that were cooking, I presumed the name referred to their homeland of Elsweyr. We bought a pair of very thin discs of corn and watched in amusement as one of the Khajiit piled on a grilled mixture of slaughterfish, mushrooms, capsicum and onion. This was then garnished with freshly shredded cabbage and cheese, diced tomato, then a liberal sprinkling of thick red sauce. The Khajiit then folded each in half for convenient eating, and presented them to us.

We walked down by the bay as we ate our messy but tasty meals. "That was delicious," said Daenlin as he licked his fingers.

"Hold still," I instructed. Slipping a linen handkerchief from the sleeve of my dress, I wiped the remains of Daenlin's meal from his face. "It was good, but my mouth's burning a little bit."

As we made our way back toward the reviewing stands, Daenlin bought a bottle of beer and handed it to me. I chilled it with a magical blue glow. The cold beer we then passed between us eased the burning in my mouth and made for the perfect finish to our exotic meal.

We found a spot near the firing line and sat down in time to see the Dunmer I had met at Salmo's arrive. She approached the judges to receive her briefing for qualification.

Daenlin remarked, "Don't see many chitin short bows in Cyrodiil. I expect she's from Morrowind."

"Indeed she is," I said with a nod. "Her name's Zerina and I met her in the queue at Salmo's."

As she stepped up to the firing line, Zerina raised a glowing fist and gracefully opened her fingers. From the lavender cloud that resulted, a skeleton appeared beside her. The summon willingly accepted a pair of small bags from the mage. I imagined they contained the fruits of her morning shopping.

I nudged Daenlin with an elbow. "I must see if I can teach my conjured helpers to do that."

Zerina's first three arrows blossomed near the center of her target. Like many of the contestants however, she then lost quite a few points during the rapid-fire portion of her attempt. Her final long range untimed flight, while not as accurate as Aradroth's, was quite respectable.

"She's more of a mage than an archer," I said to Daenlin. Holding up my bowstring fingers, I added, "I shook hands with her earlier, and she lacks the calluses of hard daily practice. I suspect her considerable marksman skill comes from decades of practical use that belie her youthful appearance."

Posted by: mALX May 9 2011, 02:38 PM

ZERINA !!!! Where is Rales? GAAAAH !!! Loved this chapter, you did a round-up of all the tourney characters in one chapter !!! AWESOME !!! Great Chapter !!

Posted by: King Coin May 9 2011, 05:04 PM

That is a great screenshot!
Teresa! Aia must have been reminded her of Simplica.

I liked this chapter quite a bit. I love meeting new characters!

Posted by: ghastley May 9 2011, 06:26 PM

Wait, what's the Vulcan Mind Meld doing in the BF? Pointy ears is NOT sufficient justification!

We'll forgive the unobtainable chitin bow, though. Morrowind is at least just over the border.

Posted by: SubRosa May 9 2011, 08:16 PM

From that first screenshot, I see that Buffy has been taking sultry lessons from the other women in the guild!

a joyful sparkle in Teresa's emerald eyes and the warm smile that danced across the angular features of her face.
Sparkling eyes and dancing smiles? Oh my!

I averted my gaze and, with a faint smile, continued to the city gate.
Now there is that faint smile!

Yay for Zerina! What is that, the fourth guest star in the BF TOA? I better add a few to the TF TOA to keep up! And of course everyone's favorite Mer in Black makes another appearance as well.

and for you to clear your mind.
Some might say that this is a natural state for certain blond women...

Plus a wonderful bit of visual storytelling! Both that, and Zerina's later skeletal manservant were excellent ways to show us that she is more magician than archer. Not to mention Buffy's notice of her lack of finger calluses from shooting.

I wouldn't be surprised if she uses that small bow more as a poison delivery device than a primary weapon.
Little does Buffy know that once you venture past the border into Morrowind, poison cannot be applied to weapons. So the gods have decreed it.

And I have been meaning to mention your new screenshot of the month. As lovely as it is, I must say that Teresa preferred the April Showers...

Posted by: Doommeister May 9 2011, 10:25 PM

ahhhhhh noooooooo ive reached the current end of the story

ive just reread the story, and it is, as always riveting. keep up the good work acadian

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 10 2011, 12:28 AM

Like SubRosa, I found that missing faint smile as well. It made me smile faintly as well.

And Zerina! This TOA is becoming quite the Academy Awards Show! It was wonderful to see this lovely lady who has been MIA from this forum for far too long. (Are you reading this Rales? Yes, that was a hint for you!)

And it was interesting to see Aradroth's shooting style was much like many others'. It seems only Buffy and Teresa are used to shooting rapid fire under pressure. Nothing like experience to polish one's skills, especially when survival is at stake!

Just a teeny nit:

Didn't you mean willingly?

Posted by: Grits May 10 2011, 01:59 AM

A Teresa sighting, how delightful. And a faint smile to go with it. Loved the tacos and beer! And how nice that Buffy and Daenlin can share one, instead of downing half of it in one gulp.

I nudged Daenlin with an elbow. "I must see if I can teach my conjured helpers to do that."

I have a vision of Buffy out shopping with a Daedroth trailing behind her, carrying a jeweler’s bag in two claws.

I’m certainly enjoying this warm and beautiful day in Bravil.

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 10 2011, 05:06 AM

Hmm, two bags of sweetrolls? I highly doubt that even that could turn Buffy into a chubby Bosmer. I'd rather wager that the sugar would cause her to immediately run off and do something noteworthy, like, say, clear out a haunted manor in Anvil. Or possibly clear out an Ayleid ruin, looking for a bloody helmet.

Seeing our favorite cold-eyed, darkly fraternal sniper qualify was a treat. Aradroth reminds me of the type of guy that could spend his whole life waiting for that one perfect shot, and think it worth the time.

I gotta ask, do gloves/gauntlets offer sufficient protection to mitigate calluses on fingers without drastically reducing ability? I ask since I know they were widely used by companies of archers, but shooting into a mass of enemies and taking out a single target are vastly different activities.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 10 2011, 05:22 AM

Chapter 103:

An interesting take on affairs from Nordinor. He sounds honest, and he does have every reason to be. Let's hope what he says is true.

Nit:

You shoot well when the time comes, and let me to do what I do best. Check back with me tomorrow evening, once I've had a few hours to monitor the betting. I may know something then.

The highlighted section seems kinda like it is trying to merge two phrases together into one, and it doesn't really work. Might work better as "and leave me to do what I do best" or "and let me do what I do best."

Chapter 104:

You just wait until Delphine gives up her recipe for Hot Tamales! Not even the legendary Ghost pepper can compare in terms of heat!

Glad Teresa is keeping herself busy. Nothing like a little trip through a nightmare to help one find their bearings, eh?

Oh, and don't worry about Maxical, just train your eyes and aim your feet towards the next massive explosion you see, and you are sure to find her.

Nit:

From my seat at the dining table between Kud-Ei and Ardaline, I could see Henantier glance at Kud-E before he responded,

I believe your "I" at the end of Kud-Ei here has pulled a J'Skar on you!

Chapter 105:

We grew hungry, but decided to save our sweet rolls for later. Instead, we found ourselves standing beneath a sign that said 'South of the Border'. Judging from the pair of Khajiit that were cooking, I presumed the name referred to their homeland of Elsweyr. We bought a pair of very thin discs of corn and watched in amusement as one of the Khajiit piled on a grilled mixture of slaughterfish, mushrooms, capsicum and onion. This was then garnished with freshly shredded cabbage and cheese, diced tomato, then a liberal sprinkling of thick red sauce. The Khajiit then folded each in half for convenient eating, and presented them to us.

¡Arriba!

By the way, Buffy, don't soothe chili-burn with liquid, that actually makes it worse before it makes it better. Attack it with bland, like plain rice or unseasoned bread. That way, the bland food absorbs the heat and removes it from the mouth a lot faster.

Posted by: Acadian May 12 2011, 01:05 PM

During Episode 105, Buffy and Daenlin watched some more competitors, including Aradroth, try their hand during the final day of tournament qualifications. After a brief lunch break, the two Bosmer returned to the reviewing stands to see a mage from Morrowind named Zerina attempt qualification.

mALX- Thank you, mALX! As many here know, Zerina is a character from the fanfic of Remko. The tournament takes place well into the future of Remko's fanfic, and Rales (Zerina's mate) did not make this trip. We do deliver the spoiler (via her last name) that in their future Zerina and Rales are married.

King Coin- We would have to ask Teresa to know for sure but, like you, I see some similarities between Aia and Simplicia. Thanks for the kind words, and I'm glad you liked Buffy's 'Now, what have I forgotten?' screenshot.

ghastley- Thank you. Anything is possible in TES! It was great fun to touch lightly on Morrowind.

SubRosa- It was such fun to reverse things and show the big smile on Teresa and the faint one on Buffy for a change! Hmm, let's see: Aradroth, Angel, Sarrah, Teresa, Maxical, Zerina. . . yes, lots of guest stars/mentions!

I thought about the news that poison doesn't work on weapons in Morrowind. Since my purpose here was a tribute to both Zerina and Morrowind, I decided to eliminate reference to Zerina buying poison ingredients and speculation that she might poison her bow. It was an effort to reinforce her 'mage' credentials, but I believe her Vulcan Dunmer mind meld and summoning a skeleton to hold her shopping will do the trick. Thanks for pointing it out!

Doommeister- So wonderful to hear from you again! I appreciate your kind words!

Rider- I'm so glad that Buffy briefly borrowing Teresa's trademark brought your own faint smile! Yes, let's hope Remko will bring Rales and Zerina back to us. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

I think Buffy and Teresa's skill with rapid fire is a product of their tendency to over rely on their bows instead of reaching for a blade like Aradroth might do. Buffy has been shooting longer and had a great teacher, but Teresa is amazing. Both elves have learned to shoot quickly under pressure to survive, but Teresa has more natural talent when it comes to rapid fire. The way Teresa's mind works simply allows a mystical connection between arrow and target that comes naturally to her. Buffy, like Aradroth, is more of a sniper who has to think her actions through. In this next episode, we will see an archer who possesses astonishing speed, refined through decades of experience.

Grits- Thank you so much for enjoying Buffy and Daenlin's fish tacos and beer! I'm so glad you are enjoying this lovely final day of qualifications.

Captain Hammer- Thank you, and I'm glad you enjoyed seeing Aradroth again. Yes, it seems he is likely the patient sniper type. Regarding gloves/gauntlets, I don't know. Buffy wears either no gloves or fingerless ones so that her bare fingers can feel the subtle differences at the tails between her broadhead and armor-piercing arrows when reaching into her quiver. She tells me further that her silk bowstrings, which resist moisture and stretching, are also harder on her fingers than linen or flax strings. So. . . she has quite the calluses.

TK- Thanks for the nits - fixed. Despite his unsavory profession, Buffy finds herself having to rely on Nordinor and hoping he can come through. It was fun touching on Teresa's nightmare with Henantier from a 'rumor' perspective and to gossip about Maxical's aiming challenges. Fortunately for Buffy, the chili-burn was extremely mild, so sharing a cold beer with Daenlin did the trick. Had it been more severe, she probably would have filled her hand with white magic and touched a finger to her tongue. Ain't TES wonderful!

"I wonder who that is?" said Daenlin as he extended a finger toward the leather-clad Bosmer who had approached, but stopped short of, the judging station.

"That's Alawen," I replied, "the ranger for County Anvil. I met her a couple days ago and we've become friends." Daenlin and I were seated perhaps twenty paces from the judges, but I could clearly see Alawen's discomfort among so many humans, mer and tailed folk. I patted Daenlin on the knee. "She's frightened. I'll be right back."

As Alawen noted my approach, I could see that the ranger's normally calm and competent manner was gone. It had yielded to the uncertain little girl that I knew emerged when she felt out of place or self-conscious.

"I have never seen such crowds in my life." Her eyes darted, almost wildly, around the sea of faces as if seeking escape. "This was a bad idea. I do not know what I was thinking to even come here. Buffy, I-I cannot do this. I hope Countess Millona will understand." She started to turn in the direction of the stables.

I grabbed her arm. "Ranger, you belong here. I'll be right here with you, just like when I followed you aboard the Emma May to free Grantham Blakely and you saved my life. Remember how I backed you up as you bravely cleared Black Dog Camp? We did those things together and we can do this too."

"It's getting late in the day, Bosmer," said Sinia, one of the judges. "Do you wish to attempt qualification?"

As Alawen stared at me, I could see uncertainty swirling in her eyes. "We can do this," I repeated, nodding for emphasis.

I was relieved to see the transformation that I had come to know occur once again. The ranger replaced the little girl in Alawen's eyes, then she turned to the judge. "My name is Alawen, Ranger of Anvil. I wish to enter your tournament."

"Best of luck to you then, Alawen," replied the Redguard with a smile. "Let's get you signed in and your entry fee collected, then I'll brief you on the rules for qualification." Sinia then turned to me. "Sorry, no coaching in the shooting area. Please return to the stands."

I nodded at the judge then said to Alawen, "Once I get back to my seat, I won't take my eyes off you, ranger. Shoot well." I quickly returned to my spot beside Daenlin. Only when I smiled and waved at Alawen did she shift her eyes from me to the judge.

"Your friend has cold feet?" asked Daenlin.

"Yes, Master. She's used to living and hunting alone. I think she'll do fine now."

With the formalities behind her, Alawen stepped up to the firing line. After a glance back at me, she nocked an arrow and drew her bowstring.

"THIEF!" As the shout erupted from behind me, Alawen flinched. The pickpocket trying to escape was quickly subdued by a nearby guard, but the damage was done. Alawen's first arrow was lodged at the very outer edge of her target, costing five points from an easy shot. Worse, as she sought my eyes with hers, I could see the nervous bewilderment and confusion that had infiltrated her confidence. I was on my feet. After pointing my finger rapidly between myself and her several times, I mimicked the action of shooting a bow.

Relieved to see her give me a tentative smile, I mouthed the words, "You and me!" then sat down again.

After nocking her second arrow, she smoothly and quickly pierced the target's center. Her third arrow sprouted closely enough to her second that they were touching.

"She needed those bull's eyes," said Daenlin. "Is your friend normally that skittish?"

"Not at all, Daenlin. She's steady as an oak in the forest. Like I said, she just has trouble being around crowds."

I remembered being amazed, aboard the Emma May, at the rate of fire Alawen was capable of. I eagerly watched as her hand went for the first arrow of her rapid-fire flight and Sinia turned the hourglass.

The crowd went almost silent when, before half her time limit was up, the ranger had placed three arrows side-by-side in the center of her target.

I elbowed Daenlin. "See? I told you she was good."

"She's beautiful to watch," he replied. "She shoots like I taught you to, my apprentice."

"Only a lot faster," I said, beginning to feel more than a little nervous.

The crowd remained eerily quiet as Alawen studied her long range target. I could see the Bosmer's gaze travel across the treetops to assess the wind, then finally come to rest upon me.

I smiled and nodded proudly at her. I knew that after dropping five points on her first shot she couldn't beat my master's qualification score.

During the seconds that Daenlin or I would have required to carefully aim and calculate offsets, Alawen's first long-range arrow was nocked, drawn, released and buried in the dead center of her target. The crowd erupted in appreciative applause, as did Daenlin and I.

The Ranger's second shot of this final flight was solidly in the nine ring. Her final arrow for qualification blossomed beside her first in the bull's eye.

As the crowd again erupted, I surveyed the sea of faces. I noticed a fiery red mane in the reviewing stands and my eyes fell upon Teresa, who was seated next to Aia. When the wood elf's eyes met mine, I smiled and raised a hand to her. She looked around for a moment, then I was rewarded by a shy smile as she returned my wave. I could see now why her guild had entered her in the tourney as 'Teresa, of the Faint Smile'.

A gentle elbow in my ribs accompanied Daenlin's words, "Come on, I must meet this ranger of yours."

Daenlin and I intercepted Alawen halfway between our seats and the firing line. I expected her to be beaming with pride but, with the shooting done, she was once again nervously eyeing the crowd. "You did wonderfully!" I said. "Alawen, this is my archery master, Daenlin."

The two Bosmer shook hands as I cautioned myself to respect Alawen's wishes. That she was possibly Daenlin's daughter was a bittersweet secret shared only by the ghost of Diana and I.

"That was some incredible shooting," said Daenlin. "I take it this is your first tourney?"

"I have never shot for competition before," replied Alawen. "I am humbled to meet the current champion."

"Well, you were magnificent!" Daenlin said. "With no distracting pickpockets to spoil your first shot tomorrow, you will be formidable competition and a joy to watch shoot. We may get a couple more archers attempting to qualify today, but I think the field of finalists is almost set. Excuse me, I want to thank the officials for the great job they're doing."

As Daenlin approached the judges, I heard one of them cheerfully say, "Hail, champion."

With a moist-eyed smile, my eyes moved from Daenlin back to Alawen. "I knew you could do it, my ranger."

"I could not have shot so well without you, my scout," she replied. "Your heart is as true as your bow. I am very sorry to be so much trouble. I told you what a problem I have being around large numbers of others."

I took her hand. "It takes a lot of courage to face your fears and I'm proud of you. We'll both shoot well in the final competition tomorrow and I'll be right here for you again."

"Thank you, Buffy. Tomorrow then." She turned toward the stables then disappeared into the crowd.

I joined Daenlin and, as he finished chatting with the judges, pulled the badly needed comfort of his arm around my shoulders. We returned to the seating area where I continued to lean against him.

"You're particularly clingy all of a sudden, Buffy," he said gently. "Is something the matter?"

"I'm just feeling very lucky that you treat me as if I were your daughter. I love you, Daenlin."

The old elf looked at me curiously, then tenderly tapped a finger to my nose. "You are indeed the daughter I never had, and I am the lucky one."

Posted by: Rihanae May 12 2011, 02:19 PM

This was such a beautiful chapter; the friendship between Buffy and Alawen is truly amazing.

I felt just as tense as Buffy during Alawen's go at the board, and that guard distracting poor Alawen with his shouting! disgraceful ;P

I loved this:

Relieved to see her give me a tentative smile, I mouthed the words, "You and me!" then sat down again.
Again, shows the beauty in their relationship.

The old elf looked at me curiously, then tenderly tapped a finger to my nose. "You are indeed the daughter I never had, and I am the lucky one."
:')

Also it was nice to see Teresa again!

Love it!

Posted by: ghastley May 12 2011, 06:12 PM

Interesting developments. We now have enough contenders that a single Drain Marksman scroll can't guarantee a winner, so it would only be useful to someone who wants a specific loser.

Buffy's making Daenlin think too much, especially in an Alawen context. He'll start adding things up soon, if she's not more careful.

Posted by: King Coin May 12 2011, 06:22 PM

I'm going to steal this line:

I agree 100% They've only just met and Buffy knows all the right things to do and say to pull her together.

I can only imagine how Alawen felt while shooting. She normally is alone and suddenly she has the attention of hundreds of people focused solely on her!

This chapter was absolutely great!

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 12 2011, 07:28 PM

I was struck by the similarities between Alawen and Teresa. Both are self-conscious when they are the center of attention. Both have the capability to overcome it.

But they were also different. Teresa is more at ease in crowds - she knows she can melt into the throng and disappear (though not so easily anymore with that dyed hair!). And Alawen doesn't have that skill, but once she's out in the open, I've no doubt she'll disappear like a Marine sniper into the tall grass and rocks.

Yet again Buffy shows her true kindness towards her friends. This scene made me smile more than faintly:

I could just see Buffy's emphatic gestures that fortified Alawen's courage in utter silence.

Posted by: SubRosa May 12 2011, 09:57 PM

That is our Alawen, as sweet and shy as ever! She is lucky to have found a companion like Buffy, whom she can draw inspiration from. Just her luck that a zealous Guardsman would shout as he pursued his quarry in the stands. That would have spoiled anyone's shot.

"Your friend has cold feet?" asked Daenlin.
"Yes, Master. She will join us or Die!"
Oh wait, this is not Star Wars...

I smiled and nodded proudly at her. I knew that after dropping five points on her first shot she couldn't beat my master's qualification score.
I hightlight this because it puts the spotlight on two disparate emotions in Bravilian Bowgirl. One one hand she is proud of her friend's ability and wants her to do well. But on the other hand, she wants her mentor to win. With Alawen's skill, those two desires may prove to be very incompatible.

I could see now why her guild had entered her in the tourney as 'Teresa, of the Faint Smile'.
And perhaps the red head will see why soon enough as well.

I expected her to be beaming with pride but, with the shooting done, she was once again nervously eyeing the crowd.
It is a good thing Fathis Aren is busy with another Wood Nymph. Can you imagine Alawen trying to fend of the amorous advances of a persistent Court Mage?

And finally, a little amour of a more platonic nature between Buffy and her foster father. One of the things I love most about the BF TOA is that it is allowing you to dive deeper into Buffy's relationship with Daenlin. Alawen has a made a wonderful catalyst for this, as the circumstances of her birth cause Buffy to examine her own relationship with Daenlin, and draw strength from it.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 12 2011, 11:48 PM

You have discovered a great character in Alawen. I really do feel sorry for her that that bothersome pickpocket chose to ruin her shoot. Make sure he gets a double sentence for that, guard!

"You are indeed the daughter I never had, and I am the lucky one."

It is incredibly saddening that he can never know that the young ranger he just conversed with is the actual daughter he almost never had. I would want to tell him so badly, but at the same time, know that to do so would be utterly destructive to everyone involved... I don't know how Buffy can cope. Nothing should ever force the separation of father from daughter, but the world is a cruel, cruel place sometimes.

Posted by: Ceidwad May 13 2011, 12:11 AM

This tournament continues to serve you well as a way of developing some obscure characters from Oblivion, as Alawen's stage fright gets the better of her initially. Also, how interesting to see Buffy take on the pastoral role, guiding her friend Alawen in this unfamiliar arena.

With a moist-eyed smile, my eyes moved from Daenlin back to Alawen. "I knew you could do it, my ranger."

"I could not have shot so well without you, my scout," she replied. "Your heart is as true as your bow. I am very sorry to be so much trouble. I told you what a problem I have being around large numbers of others."

I took her hand. "It takes a lot of courage to face your fears and I'm proud of you. We'll both shoot well in the final competition tomorrow and I'll be right here for you again."

In this exchange I feel the sisterly bond really comes across well. In the words of mALX, AWESOME WRITE !!!!

Posted by: Grits May 13 2011, 12:34 PM

"That's Alawen," I replied, "the ranger for County Anvil. I met her a couple days ago and we've become friends." Daenlin and I were seated perhaps twenty paces from the judges, but I could clearly see Alawen's discomfort among so many humans, mer and tailed folk. I patted Daenlin on the knee. "She's frightened. I'll be right back."

You set the scene seamlessly in the middle of dialog complete with a little gesture that brings it all to life. There is much to admire here.

After the guard startles Alawen, I could just see Buffy leaping to her feet in front of thousands of people concerned only about Alawen, while Alawen gave her small, mortified looks completely aware of the crowd. So fitting for what we’ve learned of both of them!

"She's beautiful to watch," he replied. "She shoots like I taught you to, my apprentice."

Uh oh.

The smile and wave between Teresa and Buffy warmed my heart! What a beautiful display of Buffy with friends.

Posted by: Zalphon May 14 2011, 01:04 AM

"She has cold feet." That line is great, because it's realistic and simple.

Posted by: mALX May 14 2011, 06:24 AM

Have to agree with King Coin, I absolutely love this chapter. It is so sad to see the love Daenlin has to give a daughter and know that his own stands so near and won't ever know that love. I find myself rooting for Alawen to win this tourney - not just because with her skill she should, but for the bloodlines of the Champion Daenlin running in her to show through. Kind of a perfect way to honor her, and her father at the same time (which only Buffy would realize).

Your portrayal of Teresa's shyness was perfectly described, I could picture her doing just as you described.

I have to agree with SubRosa here, the ending scene with Buffy and Daenlin was touching, and displays Buffy's inner turmoil over the knowledge she has to keep to herself.

Great Chapter, great addition to the TOA !! Awesome Write !!!!

Posted by: Acadian May 15 2011, 01:17 PM

In Episode 106, Alawen shot for qualification. It became clear that Buffy was the key that helped the ranger manage her fear of crowds and shoot effectively - very effectively.

Rihanae- Thank you very much! I think because their friendship was forged under fire, Buffy and Alawen have quickly grown close. For having a dark and vengeful side, Buffy can be stunningly nurturing to those she holds dear.

ghastley- I think you're right in that the outcome of the tournament just got quite a bit more complex. Hopefully, Nordinor can help Buffy solve that vexing scroll mystery before the end of this last day of qualifications.

King Coin- Thank you. Although Buffy does not share Alawen's fear of civilization, she seems to understand it and how the confident ranger can melt into an uncertain child. And yes, somehow she does seem to know the right words and actions to soothe her friend.

Rider- Thank you for pointing out some similarities between Alawen and Teresa. It seems they both also share an impressive ability to shoot quickly and are both very much 'foresters'. I'm so glad Buffy's empathy toward Alawen came through so clearly, even as we see hints of concern by Buffy regarding Alawen's skill.

SubRosa- Thank you for drawing attention to the emotional conflict Buffy is setting herself up for as she now fully realizes the degree of skill that Alawen possesses and the threat her friend poses to her master's title. You can see, in her uncertainty, how clingy Buffy became with Daenlin which, as you say, draws out more of the relationship between the elf and her godfather.

TK- Thank you for enjoying Alawen and the bittersweetness of the secret Buffy is holding. She would like to think that Daenlin is Alawen's father, but she does realize that the ranger's father could also be Reman Broder (an Imperial) or even possibly some other unknown man or mer in Diana's life. The way half-breeding works in BF, the race of Alawen's father is inconclusive without more evaluation. Buffy sees some 'Imperial-like' charismatic leadership in Alawen, at least away from civilization. She is uncertain whether the ranger's ability with animals comes from pure Bosmeri breeding or her 'mark of the lion'. Buffy does not know if Alawen is naturally skilled as a merchant, has resistance to disease or other things that could perhaps provide paternal clues.

Ceidwad - Thank you for noting the bond between Buffy and Alawen. From what I have seen, Buffy seems to have a strong sisterly bond with Ardaline, Mazoga and now Alawen. Alawen is older, but the 'little girl' is strong in her. The other important women in Buffy's life seem to fill more of a motherly role.

Grits- Thank you for those kind words on how we used dialogue and supporting gestures. Judging from your own skill in this area, that is high praise indeed. I'm so grateful that SubRosa has allowed me to present glimpses of Teresa; she adds much to the tournament with her archery skill, wealth of TF lore, kindness and faint smile.

Zalphon- Thanks for highlighting Alawen's nervousness among crowds.

mALX- Yes, Buffy will resist her nurturing/meddling instincts and respect Alawen's wishes to not pursue the ranger's paternity. Thank you for enjoying the poignancy of the odd quadrangle that is Diana, Alawen, Daenlin and Buffy. It was at this point in crafting the tournament that I realized who actually wins the match is not the big story here. I am confident that the best Bosmer will win, but I expect Buffy will learn much as things unfold.

The westering sun was flirting with treetops as several judges began loudly announcing last call for tournament qualification. Honditar stepped up with his entry fee. Recalling the insight Luciana Galena had shared with me about the self-proclaimed mountain man, I said to Daenlin, "This should be fun."

The old Bosmer seated beside me chuckled. "I know his game."

The high and mighty elf did indeed turn out to be more talk than action. Although Honditar placed all nine of his arrows into the targets, his score was not even close to matching what would be required to earn a spot among the top ten qualifiers.

"He's had his fun," said Daenlin, "along with plenty of boasting, some laughs and probably a few gullible ladies. Tonight, I'm sure he'll change the targets of his tall stories to those who don't follow the actual tourney standings at all." After another chuckle, he added, "Caution the young women over at your guild to pay him no mind."

"He must have known he couldn't deliver after all that bragging," I said, scratching my head. "Why do you suppose he even made the attempt?"

Daenlin replied with a wink, "I'm sure by the time he gets home to Chorrol, the tale will start with, "Did I tell you I shot in the archery tournament?"

A trumpet sounded the end of qualifications for the tournament.

"You're still in first place, Master," I said proudly.

Daenlin pointed to a flurry of activity around the scoreboard. It was being stripped of the qualification scores and prepared for the following day's final competition. "The judges were telling me about the scoreboard," he said. "Those clever little pegs and plaques allow for quickly updating the finalists' scores tomorrow. It will be at least an hour before they get it all set up though. If I know Nordinor, he already has the qualification standings displayed and is open for betting." He then stood and offered me his arm. "Let's go."

The city gate stood open at the end of the bridge to facilitate an almost continuous flow of foot traffic in and out of the city. Daenlin and I soon joined a crowd of men, most of them with heavy-looking coin purses, as they gathered around a parchment posted outside The Fair Deal. Sure enough, the ten contestants that would advance to the final day of competition were listed. In addition to Daenlin, myself and Alawen, I noted that Riveus the Imperial Forester and Teresa from the Fighters Guild rounded out the top five positions. I was not surprised to see that Lum gro-Baroth was among the finalists, but his brother Kurz was not. The remaining names included Parwen the busty goblin hunter, Aradroth my heroic assassin, Zerina the mage with a bow, and Schlera the fashion disaster of Pells Gate.

"It looks like a fine group of archers," said Daenlin. "I'm going home to open The Archer's Paradox for a few hours this evening. Some of the contestants may need new bowstrings or other last minute supplies before the big day."

"Is Jean-Pierre Lemonds coming over to open and run the shop tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes," replied Daenlin, "aside from you and I, he's the only one I'm comfortable with managing the shop when I can't be there. I had the store closed part of today, but I want it open all day tomorrow."

"I hope you gets lots of business," I said. "I'm going to pop in here and say hi to Nilawen."

"I'll collect you around dawn, then?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I'll ride Superian early, then meet you at the firing line shortly after sunrise."

Daenlin wagged a finger. "No Tamika's for you tonight and get plenty of rest."

"Yes, Master," I replied as the old elf turned and headed off along the crowded street.

I was too small to shoulder my way among the gathered men outside Nilawen's shop, but as long as I didn't mind getting jostled, brushed against and even fondled a little, I was pretty good at worming my through crowds. Managing to keep most of my dignity intact, I made my way into The Fair Deal.

It was almost as crowded inside the general store. Nilawen was quickly serving customers - mostly beer and ale it seemed. She spared me but a glance and the trace of a harried smile, as bottles and coins quickly slid across her counter.

The walls of her shop were covered with bits of parchment bearing numbers and charts that I couldn't begin to understand. At the center of activity was Nordinor, seated behind a small table. He was talking nonstop and rapidly exchanging small pieces of parchment for gold.

Most of the loud proclamations I heard from the men gathered around Nordinor made little sense to me:

"Gimme the Bosmer field for a hundred."

"Pshaw, that's a lady's bet! Put my fifty across the Fighters Guild."

"I want forty on that skinny red head with the Fighter's Guild to show."

"Well, I ain't bettin' on no damn elves. Here's twenty on Riveus."

"Hey, watch the elf talk! Buffy's right here. Put my forty on her to place. She's gettin' almost as good as Daenlin."

"Who's that jumpy elf in leather that shot near the end? She was good once she settled down. I want fifty on her."

"Yer all stupid. My gold's on Daenlin. Stick with a winner, I say. Here's two hundred."

Slouched in a chair propped against the wall was Aradroth, calmly nursing an ale and looking bored.

I could see that trying to talk with Nordinor would be futile, so I squeezed my way around the edge of the shop until I could whisper to Aradroth, "Did Nordinor tell you about my scroll problem?"

The assassin barely nodded and quietly replied, "Too early, the betting has just started. Go have a walkabout and come back later."

I frowned then retreated through the gauntlet of men toward the door. Calm down, Buffy. It's only a silly tournament and you're doing the best you can to find that scroll.

Once outside, my feet slowly carried me along the street and deeper into the city toward the river that split Bravil. I had been jostled and fondled by sweating men while trying to get into and out of The Fair Deal. Here it was, the evening before final competition and there was still a drain marksman scroll loose, probably poised to sabotage the tourney. After seeing Alawen qualify, however, did any of that even matter?

Why had I encouraged her? I could have sat on my hands and let her leave the tournament grounds, or simply allowed the ranger's nervousness to spray her arrows all around the target. My master had dedicated himself to training me for almost my entire life. Is this how I repaid him? I could see now that Alawen was every bit the archer that Daenlin was, perhaps. . . no. I dared not even think it. No one could beat my master.

The ranger had saved my life though. I knew she didn't have very many friends, yet she counted me among them. If I treated her coolly tomorrow, I knew her child would emerge and she would be unable to beat Daenlin. The dark thoughts I harbored spawned waves of guilt and shame. Oh, why was everything so complicated?

I heaved a sigh. What else could possibly go wrong today?

Suddenly, I was overtaken by a Bravil guard commanding those around me, "Stand aside, citizens."

I stepped to the edge of the road, near the bridge leading to the castle, and looked back toward the city gate. The reason for clearing the way soon became apparent as an official-looking entourage came into view. I could see the green silks of Countess Alessia Caro as she approached with her towering Altmeri advisor. She was escorted by a pair of Bravil guards and two of her own swordsmen who wore the white stallion surcoats of Leyawiin.

As she approached the castle bridge, Countess Caro's eyes met mine. "Dame Buffy?"

Grasping the sides of my simple russet skirt between thumbs and forefingers, I curtsied and replied, "What a delightful surprise to see her Ladyship in Bravil."

The Countess' raised hand, which had halted the small party, motioned me closer. "I arranged the timing of my return trip from visiting Mother in Chorrol, to avail myself of Count Terentius' hospitality and enjoy the archery tournament. I am led to believe that you forest elves are rather good at that sort of thing."

"Thank you, Milady."

"Tell me, dear, how goes your quest to help Kvatch?"

"Slower than I would like, but things are progressing." I cursed the flush of embarrassment that I felt rising above my neckline. This foul woman had struck a nerve. I knew I should be using my skills to slay Daedra for Savlian Matius, not shooting in a tournament for the entertainment of others. "I am currently awaiting a decision regarding assistance for Kvatch from the Council of Mages."

"That sounds just fine, dear." She took a moment to look around. "Despite the laziness and poverty here, at least Count Terentius seems to have only a few tail draggers and tuskers littering his streets. If only we were so fortunate in my own husband's darling little city in a swamp." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well, I hope at least the sheets are of silk and the bath water is hot here. Buffy, you have no idea the hardships I must endure." She wagged a hand limply at her bodyguards to move on.

I stepped back and curtsied again. "Enjoy your stay in our fair city, Milady."

Alessia Cara had already turned her attention to her advisor as the group proceeded onto the bridge and toward the castle. "Now Hlidara, once my bath is prepared, I want you to ensure that Regulus has Surilie three ninety nine in his cellar; if not, I expect you to send someone out to that tent we saw on our way into the city to buy some. And for dinner, you may instruct the Count's staff that. . . ." Thankfully, distance faded her words as the group continued across the bridge.

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 15 2011, 01:49 PM

I'm with Buffy. All that betting talk's mostly over my head.

But I enjoyed the scene in Nilawen's coming on the heels of Honditar's - umm - humiliation on the shooting range. Somehow I get the impression it's not going to keep him down long.

And Aradroth's a canny one. "Too early to tell. Go on walkabout. We'll talk later." Sound advice from a mer with nerves of titanium.

Now Buffy's full of quandaries! Who to support? It's all right to support someone as long as they don't threaten her master's/godfather's chance at securing yet another championship? Obviously it has not occurred to her that Daenlin might be getting tired of winning all the time. I know I would be! If you're the best that's out there, what's left to do?

And the encounter with Countess Caro at the end! What a wonderful way to highlight her condescending manner! Wonder if she'll be as condescending toward the Champion of Cyrodiil? Hmm --

Posted by: Ceidwad May 15 2011, 01:56 PM

Lots of goodies here!

First up, Honditar. Seems that he can add womanising to lying, bragging and boasting on his list of petty vices. I enjoyed Daenlin's command to

"Caution the young women over at your guild to pay him no mind."

In particular, I could imagine Hondi-baby trying out his roguish charms on the sweet, innocent Ardaline.

Daenlin comes across as ever-vigilant in his fatherly duties towards Buffy again here:

Daenlin wagged a finger. "No Tamika's for you tonight and get plenty of rest."

I also loved the gambler-talk near the end, especially this one:

"Well,I ain't bettin' on no damn elves. Here's twenty on Riveus."

Damn right, I say. Long live the Empire! Though I suspect this fellow's patriotism might make him worse off by tomorrow!

And then of course, we have the cameo of everyone's least favourite snob, Her Ignorance Lady Leyawiin. Two nice touches in particular here:

"I am led to believe that you forest elves are rather good at that sort of thing (archery)."

Well, as if the crude stereotype weren't enough, she can't even get the name right! It's Wood Elves or 'Bosmer', Your Haughtiness! Nice touch.

Alessia Caro had already turned her attention to her advisor as the group proceeded onto the bridge and toward the castle. "Now Hlidara, once my bath is prepared, I want you to ensure that Regulus has Surilie three ninety nine in his cellar; if not, I expect you to send someone out to that tent we saw on our way into the city to buy some. And for dinner, you may instruct the Count's staff that. . . ." Thankfully, distance faded her words as the group continued across the bridge.

Such demands! I think she and Gwen should face off to decide the title of Cyrodiil's most entitled resident!

Also some other things I liked:

If I treated her coolly tomorrow, I knew her child would emerge and she would be unable to beat Daenlin.

Stay away from the Dark Side, Buffy!

Schlera the fashion disaster of Pells Gate

Too true. The fur cuirass didn't look too bad with pants I suppose, but by the time she gets to Elven? Oh, my.

Posted by: ghastley May 15 2011, 02:26 PM

And we see why Nilawen puts up with Nordinor. There's a lot of extra business coming in for the betting.

No clues yet in the bets being placed, as Aradroth rightly points out. Given the close field, we need to watch for someone betting against a specific participant.

I was mildly surprised that Aradroth qualified. I'd half-expected him to do like Buffy and drop a point or two, to place eleventh so he could have more freedom at the time of the finals. I wasn't suprised at all by Honditar!

... tail draggers and tuskers - so perfectly Allesia Caro.

Posted by: SubRosa May 15 2011, 05:55 PM

the tale will start with, "Did I tell you I shot in the archery tournament?"
and it will end with "but some fetcher used a drain marksman scroll on me!"

The remaining names included Parwen the busty goblin hunter, Aradroth my heroic assassin, Zerina the mage with a bow, and Schlera the fashion disaster of Pells Gate.
I just love how you not only give out the names of the finalists here, but also add a brief description. Not only are some of them very amusing, but they also help jog our memories as to who is who.

"Well,I ain't bettin' on no damn elves. Here's twenty on Riveus."
That must be the Count! I loved your description of the betting.While I understand odds, I have never been able to make sense of all the other weird things like win, place, show, etc... It seems people can never find enough ways to lose their money!

I see poor Buffy has now run face to face with the moral quandry of which friend to help in the finals. Does she support Alawen, and risk seeing her godfather fall? Or does she do whatever she can to see him win, and betray her new Bosmer sister? No matter which one of them wins, it seems she loses.

Of course one of the most poignant - and at the same time amusing - things about her predicament is the fact that she still has no intention of trying to win the tournament herself. It shows us a great deal about our Bosmer Bowgirl, that she places her friends above distinguishing herself.

And after all that jostling and groping, the scroll still on the loose, what could indeed go wrong? Countess Leyawiin! I was half expecting her to demand a bowl of green-only M&Ms as well!



nits:
I noted that Reveus
Looks like some dastardly thief stole the priceless "i" from Riveus' name and replaced it with a cheap old "e".

"Well,I ain't bettin' on no damn elves
That thief made off with the space after your comma as well.

Posted by: King Coin May 15 2011, 07:02 PM

Poor Buffy can hardly get through the crowds.
I enjoyed the active betting in The Fair Deal. That was delightful.
Buffy wouldn't betray her friendship would she? Daenlin would not be pleased if he knew what she was thinking.

Good Chapter!

Posted by: mALX May 15 2011, 09:58 PM

ROFL !!! What a great chapter !!! I have to say, this was my fave line though:

Our wolfy friend Aradroth telling Buffy to have a "walkabout" was another perfect touch. Loved his quiet mastery, and Buffy obeys without question - even after her groping trip to his table she turns right back for another go-through, ROFL !!!! VERY Buffy moment !!

I have to agree with King Coin, Daenlin would not be pleased if he knew what she was thinking. Have to add this chapter to my faves, not just for Buffy's hilarious plotting sabotage on any of Daenlin's competition (while trying to ensure no one else "fixes" the competition - really funny plot Acadian, I love it !!!

Posted by: Grits May 15 2011, 10:08 PM

Daenlin replied with a wink, "I'm sure by the time he gets home to Chorrol, the tale will start with, "Did I tell you I shot in the archery tournament?"

Oh, this is brilliant. I’m sure I’ve met my share of Honditars!!


Schlera the fashion disaster of Pells Gate.

How funny!


I was too small to shoulder my way among the gathered men outside Nilawen's shop, but as long as I didn't mind getting jostled, brushed against and even fondled a little, I was pretty good at worming my through crowds.

I guess a Buffy’s-eye view of the crowd would not be pleasant. Her nose would also be at uncomfortable level. Sir Mazoga would come in handy right now, but Buffy gets the job done herself without undue fussing. Then to get told to take a walk as her reward, argh!


The dark thoughts I harbored spawned waves of guilt and shame. Oh, why was everything so complicated?

Buffy’s turmoil tugs the heart, since it is all self-inflicted! But these are the lessons she has to live through to learn. I wonder if that is why Acadian has been so quiet? Her embarrassment at being reminded of the events in Kvatch shows her sense of responsibility, even as she can’t decide which misguided scheme to enact in Bravil. It’s a dark day in Buffy’s mind.


"Despite the laziness and poverty here, at least Count Terentius seems to have only a few tail draggers and tuskers littering his streets.

What a foul woman, indeed! And another bit of nastiness piled onto Buffy’s day. I hope the air clears for her soon.

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 16 2011, 12:52 AM

I would place a wager on this, but I have a feeling any bet I place is going to end up wrong.

So...

1,000 Septims that a dragon DOESN'T show up at the tournament, with a side bet of 50 Septims that Count Terentius and Countess Caro both remain uneaten through such an event.

This way, I can't lose. If it occurs, I get my money, and an extra Drake based on the odds. If it does occur, I lose my money, but consider it well worth the investment.

Posted by: Ceidwad May 16 2011, 11:56 PM

Posted by: Acadian May 18 2011, 01:32 PM

Episode 107 saw the end of tournament qualifications. With the field of ten that will advance to the final day of competition set, Buffy's attention was drawn back to the missing scroll mystery. When she sought clues from the tournament betting, she was admonished by Aradroth that it was too early, and to come back later. Wandering to pass the time, she pondered the threat posed by Alawen to her master's title. She then had an encounter with Countess Alessia Caro that made her feel guilty for shooting in a tournament at all instead of slaying Daedra for Savlian Matius.

Rider- Thank you for liking the mixture of scenes in this episode. Yes, Buffy's quandary of who to support - she's thinking wrongly and waaay to much about it of course. She is so focused on what she perceives as loyalty to Daenlin that she doesn't pause to consider what he might want for her. Oh, it would be so fun to see Julian sort out that nasty Countess Leyawiin!

Ceidwad- Gosh, thank you for your detailed and delightful assessment! Living near Las Vegas, I was able to briefly fortify my meager gambling knowledge via some local consultation. Hee! Buffy just can't get her head around Schlera wearing a cuirass and a skirt; what good is shooting if you can't look good doing it?

ghastley- Thank you. That is a great thought about having Aradroth not quite qualify to help preserve his shadowy persona. Alas, Winter Wolf and I worked out the details long ago; hopefully, as long as he doesn't finish in the top few spots, it should not bring him much notice. We're gonna solve that pesky scroll mystery in this very next episode!

SubRosa- I'm so glad you enjoyed Buffy's three or four word summaries of each of the contestants to round them up while reminding us of what stuck out in Buffy's mind about each. Thanks also for enjoying our attempt at the betting banter. Thanks for the pair of nits so I could fix 'em. And finally, I so appreciate your focus on her misguided but well-intentioned moral quandary that will likely continue to cause her problems into the final competition.

King Coin- Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed Buffy worming her way among the crowd and the betting scene. You are so right in assessing how displeased Daenlin would be to realize some of what Buffy is thinking!

mALX- Yes! Buffy gets dismissed by Aradroth and obediently retraces her steps right back through the gauntlet. And you're right about how displeased Daenlin would be regarding her self-appointed sense of responsibility about who wins the tournament. For professing to not care about a 'silly tournament', Buffy the busybody seems quite intent on meddling and fussing over it a great deal!

Grits- Oh you are so right! Buffy would have loved a ride above the crowd on dear Mazoga's mighty shoulders! Thank you for highlighting the poignancy of Buffy's dilemma, even if it is self-inflicted. I suspect she will ask both Superian and Acadian for advice as her quandary deepens. Boy, that foul Countess can loose some zingers, can't she? The woman simply dribbles insult!

Captain Hammer- Lol. If 'dragon' includes the spirit of one, your bet could be in jeopardy! If only we could get Buffy to quit worrying and simply unfurl her wings on the firing line. . . . We don't have more planned really for Alessia in the tournament, but we'll get to see quite a bit of His Pompousness (Count Bravil) on the big day and at the awards presentation that follows.

Ceidwad- Heh. Thanks for reading!

I raised a mug of warm cider to my lips.

"I'm sorry we didn't have much of a proper fare for dinner this evening, Buffy." Delphine Jend lifted a napkin from her lap and dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "I think the rest of our mages are out doing some night shopping."

"Oh, I love bread and cheese. I could fill up on it every day," I said truthfully. "The town certainly is bursting with merchants. I spent some time wandering among their tents before dinner."

"It's refreshing to have some decent selection here, if only for a few days," said Delphine. "I love our guild chapter, but I must confess that I miss the big city." Her wistful look faded to be replaced by the more familiar aura of confidence that normally animated the woman who could destroy buildings with a wave of her hand. "Someday, I'm going to be a destruction instructor at the University. You mark my words."

I nodded. "You'd be wonderful at it, Delphine. And you could go shopping in the Market District whenever you wanted. I know everyone here would miss you terribly though."

The Breton smiled, then tilted her head to look at the bags under my chair. "So, what did you buy?"

"I found some trinkets that will make nice gifts and picked up a couple bottles of wine from the tent that Tamika's winery has set up. Oh, I don't think I told you, I noticed a merchant the other day that sells nothing but shoes. Well, I finally got back there this evening."

Delphine perked up as she repeated the word, "Shoes?"

Soon, my skirt was hiked up and I was parading around the dining room to show off the three pairs of silk slippers I had bought in as many colors. "What do you think?"

"Oh, they're adorable, Buffy. So much better than those disgusting animal skins that come up to your knees you so often wear." Her eyes sparkled. "Did you get a child's discount for those little feet?"

"No," I pouted. "Most of those merchants are much more clever with their septims than I, and you know that batting my eyes has never gotten me anywhere." After a sly giggle, I continued, "A couple days ago though, I saw this gorgeous black cuirass I just had to have. But by Mara, what a price tag!"

"And?" prompted Delphine with an arched eyebrow.

"Well, I must confess that I did employ one of Kud-Ei's tricks." I winked. "You know, the illusionist's discount."

"Kud-Ei's charm magic has always been too subtle for me to grasp," Delphine said, "but I must admit it seems so much more appropriate than my 'Merchants Explode' spell."

Ardaline's smiling face suddenly poked around the corner. "I'm back!" She then stepped fully into the dining room, displaying both arms full of treasures.

"Did you buy out all the merchants?" asked Delpine.

"Oh no," Ardaline replied. "I think that would take a week! Most of them have closed for the night however."

I gathered my own shopping and said, "Well, that's my cue. I wanted to see Nilawen after closing time. Have a wonderful evening, sisters."

There were indeed less people now as I made my way along the streets. Except for a few vendors selling beer, ale and mead, the shops and temporary merchant stands were closed for the night.

It seemed most of the wares that had been displayed during the day were now safely locked away in stout chests. Some of the higher end merchants had hired strong-looking armed men to guard their merchandise overnight. Less affluent vendors were hovering nearby the chests containing their own wares or, in some cases, seated on them enjoying a late meal. I noted extra city guards patrolling as well.

Approaching The Fair Deal, I stepped up onto the porch.

"A fine evening to you, Buffy."

I turned to see the smiling face of Caccian Apinia. With a bag in each hand, I gave the Imperial a brief hug. "How wonderful to see you, Caccian," I said. He was one of three Bravil guards that I called friend. "Can you hold these for me, please?"

After he accepted my treasures, I unlocked the general store's door with a spell.

"Business with your friend Nilawen tonight?" Caccian asked as he returned my bags.

"Yes," I replied, "the poor thing has just been so busy all day, I'm sure."

"Would you thank her for the sliced ham wrapped in bread that she brought out to me earlier?" After I nodded, the guard continued, "With Nordinor running official bets for the tournament, I'm sure there's a lot of gold inside Nilawen's store. Make sure you lock up as soon as you're inside. We don't want anyone breaking in." After a chuckle, he added, "Well, besides you of course."

"Thank you, I will."

As soon as I slipped inside the store, I set my shopping on a nearby table and slid the door's bolt home. Nilawen looked up from sweeping the floor, blew loose strands of hair from her face and said, "What a day!"

"Sit," I commanded as I took the broom from her and continued the task, "you look exhausted."

"The gold's been good," she said, letting herself collapse into a chair, "but honestly, I can't wait for this tournament to finish so things will slow down some."

"You should have hired some help," I said.

Nilawen freed her dark hair, gathered the strays and retied the ribbon behind her head. "I had Ursanne Loche helping me earlier today, and she'll be in again tomorrow. She's hard working, honest and has a good head for figures."

"That's a great idea, Nilawen," I replied. "You need the help during the tourney and I'm sure Ursanne appreciates the extra income."

"She's too good for that irresponsible gambling husband, Aleron," said Nilawen.

"Aleron?" Previously oblivious to my presence, Nordinor had lifted his nose from the journals, ledgers and scraps of parchment that covered the table in front of him. "Good guess, but he's not the culprit."

I looked at the shady bookmaker and said, "Aleron's horrible about gambling, but I don't believe he would betray Daenlin."

"You're right," replied Nordinor. "He was heavily betting his - or rather Ursanne's - coin purse all right, but putting it all on Daenlin. We ruled him out as a suspect in the scroll caper early on. Your friend Ardaline had me going for a moment when she placed a heavy bag of gold on my table and stated your name."

"Ardaline?" My eyes flew open wide, then narrowed in defense of my friend. "Why, she'd nev-"

"You're right again," interrupted Nordinor. "Her bet was for you to show."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"She'll make a small profit if you finish among the top three. Not much reward, but very little risk, given your skill. We call that a lady's bet, and I'm sure her intent was just to show support for a guild mate."

"I don't understand any of that. I just know Ardaline could never be involved in anything that would harm Daenlin or I." Heaving a sigh, I said, "Nordinor, I've had a long day and I'm starting to get cranky - so stop teasing me. Do you know who has the scroll or not?"

The Bosmer nodded. "I believe Reman Broder's our man."

"Reman?" I remembered the Imperial's harsh words to Daenlin. Cosmus had also told me that Reman was one those trying to buy the scroll from Kurdan.

Nordinor continued, "I have a pretty good idea what a wine man working for the Surile Brothers makes, and old Reman was betting like he owned the whole winery."

"On who?" I asked.

The Bosmer pointed a finger. "You. Remember what I told you? We figured our culprit would likely try to use that scroll to prevent Daenlin from winning. We were looking for someone to be betting heavily on the number two finalist.

Suddenly, it made perfect sense that Reman might want to discredit Daenlin while lining his own pocket. I leaned on the broom and scratched my head. "Are you sure?"

"Well, almost." Some of the certainty left Nordinor's face. "Aradroth should be back from having a quiet chat with Reman any moment now."

I leaned the broom against a wall and planted both hands on my hips. "I told you I don't want anyone to get hurt." I recalled the instant death Aradroth had delivered to the highwayman that tried to rob me. "A silly tournament is not worth what I know Aradroth to be capable of."

Nordinor held up one hand disarmingly. "Our dark friend accepted the challenge of your conditions. He -"

Three quiet and precisely cadenced knocks interrupted the Bosmer. Being closest to the door, I unlocked and opened it. Aradroth slipped into the store, his black cloak trailing behind him. I closed and relocked the door.

"Well?" I asked as both hands found their way back to my hips.

"Nordinor was right," said Aradroth as one hand slipped the black hood back to his shoulders, "and I found Reman quite cooperative. It seems I have that effect, especially when allied with darkness and surprise. The human seemed to find my offer of life quite generous in exchange for his scroll."

I closed my eyes for a moment. Thank you, Mara. I then looked into the steel of Aradroth's gray gaze. "It seems that once again I am indebted to you. What payment do you require for the scroll?"

"Do you know any frost magic?" he asked as one eyebrow climbed his forehead to hide under the unruly mop of brown hair.

"Very little, Aradroth." A flush of embarrassment warmed me and probably displayed itself above the neckline of my dress. I was quite poor at elemental destruction magic and not at all qualified to teach Aradroth about it. "My guild mate, Delphine Jend, is a superb instructor though. I would be happy to pay for her to -"

"Can you chill a bottle of ale?" interrupted the small elf.

"Well, sure." I tilted my head, confused. "Even I can do that."

"That is my price then."

I dug a coin from my purse and placed it on Nilawen's counter. She shrugged her shoulders, opened a bottle of ale and handed it to me. After a few moments with a blue glow in my hand, I presented the cold bottle to Aradroth.

Before accepting the ale, he reached inside his cloak and produced a scroll. "I inspected it before Reman and I concluded our business. It is the one you seek." As scroll and ale changed hands, the ghost of a smile played across Aradroth's thin lips. "I told you I wouldn't forget your kindness, Buffy." He lifted the ale briefly, as if in a toast, then took a long pull.

I stared at the dangerous elf for a long moment. "Nor will I forget yours, my heroic and dark friend."

"Well," said Nordinor cheerfully as he rubbed his hands together, "now that we have that nasty business behind us, let the tourney begin! What will you do with the scroll, Buffy? I'll bet Ungarion will pay quite the sweet septim for it."

"You'd lose that bet." I stepped behind Nilawen's counter and slipped the cursed roll of parchment into her fire.

Posted by: mALX May 18 2011, 02:30 PM

Whew! So after over a year passes I finally find out what happened with that accursed scroll !!! I knew our wolfy friend was the stuff heroes are made from, dark assassin or not! WOO HOO!!! Aradroth to the rescue !! And another favorite chapter added to Buffy's list of Buffiest chapters !! Great Write !!!

Posted by: ghastley May 18 2011, 02:44 PM

What I'm reading here is putting a lot of pressures on our Buffy. She now knows that Aleron needs Daenlin to win, Ardaline needs her to show, and she wants Alawen to do well, too. That doesn't leave her many options for the result!

"... it seems so much more appropriate than my 'Merchants Explode' spell." is just priceless!

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 18 2011, 03:25 PM

I just loved all the banter in this episode! From Delphine's 'Merchants Explode' spell (HAH!) to Caccian's remark about keeping everyone (but Buffy ) from breaking into Nilawen's overflowing shop, and Nordinor's teasing about who has that darned scroll, to Aradroth's dark flirting for a cold ale, it has been an absolutely delightful read.

And I'm with mALX - it's a relief to finally know, after a year, who bought that scroll! Its fate is so appropriate. Now no one can mess with the tourney outcome! Ooops, did I just jinx the shooting?

Posted by: SubRosa May 18 2011, 04:47 PM

I was able to briefly fortify my meager gambling knowledge via some local consultation.
So you hired Danny Ocean?

I noticed a merchant the other day that sells nothing but shoes
The infamous shoe merchant strikes again! I loved the chit-chat between Buffy and the other girls about shopping. Hopefully no merchants were exploded! Not only does it reinforce her relationships within the guild, but it also shows us more of how the tournament is not simply about people shooting bows, but is an entire community event.

Lucky Caccian, I know quite a few people who would like to hold Buffy's treasures... Seriously though, her encounter with the guard again shows us more of her relationships with the people of Bravil. Not to mention that being friends with a city guardsman is helpful for breaking into stores!

And another mention of Aleron Loche, and his unfortunate wife Ursanne. Looks like someone's setting the stage for a certain Bravil quest?

"Her bet was for you to show."
Well of course Buffy is going to show up at the tournament. She would not skip it! Seriously, your consultations with Danny Ocean show in Nordinor's descriptions of the betting. Right down to a 'lady's bet'.

And the Mer in Black shows that a soft word and a knife held to someone's throat gets you more than just a soft word. Quite the gallant assassin he proves to be as well, when he asks for payment. Got to love a guy with style, and he shows it there.

Finally, Buffy ends it perfectly with how she handles the scroll.

Let the tournament begin!

Posted by: King Coin May 18 2011, 05:38 PM

So it was Reman! He was my first suspect but then I wasn't sure it was him because he seemed like the obvious choice. I'm so happy that the scroll business is done with help from Aradroth. Now we just have to work out whether Buffy will be a good friend to Alawen or not.

Posted by: Grits May 19 2011, 12:33 AM

"Oh, I love bread and cheese. I could fill up on it every day," I said truthfully.

I hear a Nord trying to comment, but he can’t stop laughing.

Delphine is a riot in this episode! And Buffy, with her “Illusionist’s Discount”!!

Except for a few vendors selling beer, ale and mead, the shops and temporary merchant stands were closed for the night.

Just the essentials.

"Nordinor was right," said Aradroth as one hand slipped the black hood back to his shoulders, "and I found Reman quite cooperative. It seems I have that effect, especially when allied with darkness and surprise. The human seemed to find my offer of life quite generous in exchange for his scroll."

*shiver* It seems that Aradroth’s persuasion wheel only has one wedge! But then the whole exchange of scroll for ale was charming. In a terrifying, dark assassin way.

Yay, the scroll is dead! Bring on the inner turmoil!

Posted by: Ceidwad May 19 2011, 12:57 AM

Damn, I wanted to see the chaos that might be caused by the use of the scroll in the tourney! Ah well, at least the best mer will win now! (Unless Riveus wins, that is)

Aradroth certainly seems to be very generous to Buffy. Could it be that there is a soft spot lurking somewhere in that cold, dark heart which longs for a ditzy gal like her?

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 20 2011, 01:34 AM

I'll accept "Dragon in Spirit" only if it's a fully certified Dragonborn (Dovahkiin!) carrying a letter with notarized signatures of the Greybeards saying that 1) This is a Dragonborn (Dovahkiin) with all attendant powers and duties, 2) He/She has killed at least one dragon and that dragon's soul has been taken by said Dovahkiin, and 3) Said Dovahkiin utilizes at least one recognizable Dragon-Shout (Thu'um Power) to demonstrate. That way we can guarantee that a literal dragon's spirit is present, instead of the more metaphorical kind. Metaphors do not satisfy the conditions of the bet.

Now, as for the scroll. I am honestly not surprised that it would be Reman that bought the scroll with the intent to use it on Daenlin, or even to use it on Buffy. It seems like the perfect way for a spurned lover to get revenge on the rival he has blamed for decades.

Oh well, glad the scroll's been destroyed. No telling what it could have done had it not been fed to the fire by our heroic . . . wait, did Buffy read the scroll herself to make sure of what it was that she torched?

*Cap goes back to check. She did not.*
So we have Aradoth's word that the scroll has been destroyed . . .

*Cap runs off into the Bravil night.*

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 21 2011, 03:51 AM

And so ends the saga of the Scroll of Drain Archery! Good riddance!

Good shooting tomorrow, Buffy! Knock 'em dead!

Posted by: Acadian May 21 2011, 01:11 PM

Buffy spent her early evening shopping then enjoying a quiet dinner at her guild with Delphine Jend in Episode 108. As it grew later, she returned to The Fair Deal as instructed by Aradroth, hoping that the evening's betting would have yielded some clues to solve the scroll mystery. Nordinor had not only identified the culprit as Reman Broder, but Aradroth had convinced the Imperial to surrender the scroll. After purchasing the troublesome parchment of drain marksman from Aradroth, Buffy destroyed it.

mALX- Buffy saw something in Aradroth upon their first meeting. It was probably Buffy's experience with Mazoga that prompted her to reach out to someone who appeared to be dangerous and without friends. Thank you for your wonderful support and encouragement!

ghastley- Buffy still doesn't understand any of that betting stuff, she just wants Daenlin to win. Thank you for highlighting our nod to Delphine with her 'Merchants Explode' spell!

Rider- I'm so glad you enjoyed the banter. Thank you for highlighting the irony of Buffy's unique niche in Bravil as the guard, Caccian, held Buffy's shopping so she could 'break into' Nilawen's shop. Gosh, that assassin works cheap for just the price of a chilled ale! Perhaps there is a heart in there.

SubRosa- You'll note that Buffy only bought three pairs of shoes, so there should be loads of selection still available for T & T (Tadrose & Teresa). Thank you for highlighting, as Rider did, how naturally Buffy 'flows' through Bravil. Oh noes, I hope Aleron doesn't get himself into trouble! Hopefully, Daenlin will win and Aleron will be ok. Thank you for the kind words for Aradroth; I have to believe that dear Winter Wolf is proud of his elf.

King Coin- Heh, I will never be a mystery writer, that's for sure! I was just hoping to have enough twists and suspects that Reman wasn't the only choice. You are exactly right that the next crisis will be Buffy's own swirling indecision on how to respond to what she perceives as conflicting loyalties.

Grits- Thank you! I'm so glad that Aradroth prompted words from you like: shiver, charming and terrifying all at the same time. It means a great deal to hear that the way Winter Wolf and I hope to portray Aradroth came through clearly. Inner turmoil? Coming right up!

Ceidwad- Buffy is so glad to have concerns about the scroll behind her! I suspect Aradroth's soft spot for Buffy is somewhat similar to Mazoga's soft spot for Buffy. That is, caused by a small elf that reached out to someone that others shun in fear. As far as romance, I doubt it. I suspect Aradroth would be too free with the phrase, "Fetch me a beer, Sheila," for Buffy's liking. Similarly, I'm sure Buffy's chatterbox nagging about Aradroth's profession would cause Aradroth to offer a prayer to the Night Mother.

Captain Hammer- Regarding the dragon bet, I'm sure you'll win! Buried within Buffy and Acadian is indeed the spirit of an ice dragon called Phantom, but she is not evil. Buffy can talk your ear off, but no dragon shouts. Thank you for noting that Buffy did not check the scroll! That was a very intentional reflection on Buffy's trust of the dangerous elf she now calls friend.

TK- I agree: Good riddance to that scroll! Thanks for the well wishes for the big day!

All- And so ends not only the scroll mystery, but Buffy's fifth day in Bravil and the final day of tournament qualifications. I am so thankful for everyone's patience as Buffy lavishes so much time and attention on this massive storyline. Continuing thanks also to the stunning talent of SubRosa as the efforts of our long collaboration on this storyline bear fruit.

Looking ahead, Buffy will need three episodes to describe the final competition, two more to share the awards ceremony with you, and seven more episodes to wind things down in Bravil before she is recalled to the University to learn if the Council of Mages will authorize any aid for Kvatch. All told, she'll spend thirty six episodes in Bravil and leave the City of Mara nine days after arriving.

"Thank you for your beautiful thunder and speed this morning, my precious mare. We both needed it."

Dawn had been just a promise during our ride, but now the first streaks of sunshine filtered into the stables to augment the glow stones. Isabeau and Antoine used them to provide light inside the old wooden building for night or early morning grooming. As I hung up the last of Superian's tack, I said to the gelding in next stall, "Aetherius, I'm glad Carandial insisted that these stones from his Ayleid research be used instead of candles or lanterns as a condition for boarding you here. We've never had to worry about a fire in the stables."

Returning my attention to Superian, I grabbed a hoof pick and carefully inspected each of her feet. "Neither you nor Acadian care a bit about the tournament finals today, do you? Both of you are wiser than I."

After roughing Superian's coat with a curry then flicking it clean with a stiff brush, I started going over the mare with her soft body brush. "I simply want my master to win today and for him to be proud that his apprentice can shoot almost as well as he." Once she glistened like polished ebony, I set the soft brush aside and began working my fingers gently through her silky long tail, then mane. "I don't know if I can match Daenlin's skill but even if I could, I never want him to know it."

Finally, I stood in front of Superian and pressed my forehead against her long nose. I could feel both her spirit and that of Acadian so comfortably intertwined with my own. "I fear my new friend Alawen, but I fear myself more. I know I can reduce my own score if necessary, but I believe I also have the power to lower hers just as effectively as that cursed scroll of drain marksman could. My mere presence and encouragement seem to enable the ranger to overcome her fear of crowds. If I treat Alawen with coolness, I'm sure she will shoot poorly and my master will win. If I encourage her, she may beat Daenlin. Either way, I will hate myself for betraying one or the other." I felt a tear trace down one cheek. "It's almost time for the final competition and I still don't know what to do."

"Your shoulders are too small to carry the burden you place upon them," said the paladin. "I know you will support both your friends. If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations. You know my words are true."

I nodded, dragged a hand across my cheek, then flicked the bits of hay from my cream colored blouse and buckskin greaves. Lifting my dark vest from a hook, I slipped both arms into it then laced it up. After pulling my own brush through my hair a few times, I grabbed Slayer and my quiver. With a quick smooch over my shoulder to Superian, I stepped outside.

"Where's Charger's mistress?" I asked, reaching up to rub the old war horse's forehead.

"You just missed her," replied Antoine as he went about removing Alawen's tack from the white mare. "I figure she be out on the firing line getting ready for the big day. Shoot well today, young lady. I got me some septims riding on you."

"Why thank you, Antoine." I closed the gate to the corral behind me.

The reviewing stands, now trimmed with bright banners, were about half full already with a steady stream of spectators filing into them. Approaching the firing area, I could see most of the finalists were already milling about. Some were joking, while others inspected their equipment. I could see Daenlin smiling and chatting with the judges. Alawen was pacing nervously like a caged panther.

"Good morning, my ranger," I called out cheerfully.

"And to you, my scout," Alawen replied. I could see her relax as soon as our eyes met. "Shoot well today, young elf."

"You also," I said.

She nodded her head toward Daenlin. "Your master was looking for you earlier."

"I'm not surprised." I then added hesitantly, "I'd best report to him straightaway."

Alawen reached out and squeezed my hand. "Go to him. I am fine now that you are here."

I nodded.

Daenlin's face illuminated as I approached. "Well, I was beginning to worry about you."

"I spent the early morning with Superian," I replied.

"I should've known," he said gently. "You're a horse crazy elf, even on tournament day."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "She's not like a carriage that one can just park and forget. You know that, Daenlin. She's my friend and I love her, just like you."

His brown eyes sparkled. If he was nervous at all about the tournament, it didn't show. "Well, I'm flattered to be in company as fine as your mare."

"Oh, you know what I mean, silly," I said with a giggle. Just being near Daenlin was like a soothing potion for my nerves.

He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and turned me to face him directly. "Are you ready to tear the tens out of your targets?"

"I just want you to be proud of me, Master."

"Then your wish is granted many fold." He then admonished with a raised eyebrow, "Just focus on your own shooting and do your best, Buffy."

Could he see into the dark turmoil swirling within my heart?

"Well, it's about time, short one." The booming voice came from Lum gro-Baroth and the target of his words was the small elf in black slinking our way.

Aradroth pinned the orc with a glance that did not invite further comment, even from the shirtless mountain of green rippling muscle.

Sinia, the line judge broke in. "Well, now that all ten finalists are here, let me say a few words before the final competition begins." Our group drew close around her as the Redguard continued, "First, each of you should feel proud to stand among the finest archers in Cyrodiil. It's quite an accomplishment. Today's competition will consist of three sessions. During each of these you will shoot one round just like the one you completed for qualification. The shooting order will be from the highest qualifier to the lowest and we will take a one hour break between the three sessions. Count Bravil will make opening comments shortly, then Daenlin will be the first shooter up for round one. Best of luck to each of you."

I noted the ranger studying the distant trees, either longing for their comfort or perhaps assessing the wind. Every few moments, she would glance my way. Although not physically clingy like I was, Alawen needed me. She drew comfort and confidence from my presence just as surely as I did from holding onto Daenlin's strong arm. I studied the ranger's face, trying to divine any family resemblance to my master. Forget about meddling, Buffy; Alawen's wishes in this matter are clear.

My thoughts were interrupted by three patches of white lace that caught my eye as they bobbed their way toward the reviewing stands. A grin came to my face as I realized the parasols were screening the morning sun from none other than Kud-Ei, Delphine Jend and Ardaline. Towering near them were both Carandial and Henantier. The raised hands of Aryarie and Ita Rienus directed them to an open area in the stands that the two mages had apparently saved for the guild. Seeing the entire branch assembled could only mean that Kud-Ei had actually closed the guild hall for the day. As the mages were seated, Delphine wasted no time applying a thin stream of flame from her fingertip to the silver tea pot that Ardaline held. Momentarily, Kud-Ei's ever present tea cup was filled and the Argonian raised it to her thin reptilian lips.

Guilt washed over me as I returned their enthusiastic waves. I had been jealous of the camaraderie and support that Parwen, Teresa, Lum and Kurz enjoyed from the Fighters Guild. I had even questioned whether my brother and sister mages cared that I was competing. I knew they were not fans of archery, so their presence meant they were here for me. How foolish I had been to doubt the love and loyalty of my own guild mates.

The brief fanfare of a trumpet drew everyone's attention toward the separate and raised reviewing area reserved for Count Bravil and his guests. Under the blue and white striped tarp that shaded the large private box, I could see perhaps a score of nobles. I recognized Countess Alessia Caro of Leyawiin and Count Bravil's spoiled son, Gellius.

Count Terentius now stood at the forward edge of the box, leaning on the handrail. To his left, Captain Viera Lerus stood impassively rigid. The Count was rarely seen without her at his side. I was sure it was for security reasons, but rumors had persisted for years that there was more to it.

At the Count's right side stood Fathis Aren, Court Mage. After Regulus Terentius nodded, Fathis presented him a brass cone that was perhaps the length of a man's arm. The object was similar to one I had seen the Arena announcer use. Owyn the Blademaster had told me it was called a speaking trumpet. As Count Bravil raised the device, it emanated a gentle glow of magic. "Welcome to my fair City of Mara, visitors and residents alike." His words echoed effortlessly across the now quiet tournament grounds. "I am proud to host this assemblage of Cyrodiil's finest archers as they. . . ."

My mind wandered as the Count droned. I could see the scoreboard had indeed been cleared and redone for today. Plaques bearing the names of the ten finalists were arranged now, with Daenlin's at the top. To the right of the plaques were rows of pegs that would eventually hold the scores for each of our three rounds as we all progressed, and ultimately our final tally for the day. To the left of each shooter's name was a single peg. A solid red plaque to indicate the current shooter was now being affixed to the peg left of Daenlin's name.

". . . and so, let the final completion now begin." Count Bravil finally stopped talking.

Giving my hand a gentle squeeze, Daenlin disengaged my arm from his and stepped off for the firing line. As the Bow of Infliction found its way from his back to his hand, the crowd filled the air with cheers and applause. My heart was bursting, and I had to blink back tears of pride as my master drew his first arrow.

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 21 2011, 02:28 PM

Finally, the finals! And a wonderful runup to the start of competition.

I enjoyed everything, from Buffy's early morning conversation with her two best friends to her encounter with the finalists.

But this made me smile:

That last bit made me laugh out loud! I can just see the mages, surrounded by archery fans, bringing a bit of their own civilization to the tourney. It brings to mind the image of a Monty Python-style British upper-class tea party among the bleacher bums at Wrigley Field. Thanks for the delightul comic relief!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 21 2011, 05:48 PM

And so it begins.

Really, Buffy, do not worry so much about this tourney. Just do your best and shoot your best. Daenlin will remain a proud man even if you beat him or if you finish bottom (though you may disappoint many a better, but who cares about them?)

Yes, I really want Buffy to win this one. She has deliberately hamstrung herself for the sake of her master long enough. It is time for this flower to bloom.

Posted by: SubRosa May 21 2011, 06:29 PM

Dawn had been just a promise during our ride
This was a lovely piece of word-crafting.

Glad to see Carandial's stones being put to good use. Barns are such easy places to go up in flames, how very clever to put that old Ayleid magic to use in protecting this one from that possibility.

I don't know if I can match Daenlin's skill but even if I could, I never want him to know it.
I think by now we all know that she has not only matched, but surpassed Daenlin. Yet hearing Buffy's thoughts is so undeniably adorable, in how she places her godfather's happiness above that of her own.

but I believe I also have the power to lower hers just as effectively as that cursed scroll of drain marksman could
Oh noes! Buffy does have herself quite the quandary here. Hopefully she will think upon her comparison of the scroll, and just as she felt herself bound to nullify it, she will also do the right thing here for both her friends.

In support of this, you do a wonderful job of portraying Buffy's relationships with the Daenlin and Alawen at the tourney grounds. What I found especially touching was when she realized that just as she drew strength from her relationship with Daenilin, Alawen did the same from her.

"You're a horse crazy elf, even on tournament day."
Yep, that is our Buffy!

As others have noted, how nice it was to see the elegant ladies of the Mages Guild having their tea party in the stands!

So the Count and Lierus are an item? Interesting. Or perhaps she is using some form diabolical mind control over the Count, and has to be in close proximity for it to work? Lost Ayleid magic no doubt. That might also explain his fall from grace from a champion to a corrupt winesot. Perhaps like Theoden King, he is in fact a good man under it all, a helpless puppet on the strings of Saruman Lierus.

And we're off! Isn't it amazing how many episodes it took to get to this point, the culmination of the Tournament? 25 for Buffy, and it will be 20 for Teresa. She still has 3 more segments to finish before getting to this point. I think it shows just how much work we both have put into not simply the shooting, but setting the environment and developing the relationships between all of the characters involved. I can honestly say that I am extremely proud to be part of this joint endeavor. I have been writing since I was in my teens, and have never done anything like it.

Posted by: King Coin May 21 2011, 07:59 PM

It begins!

Why am I not surprised Buffy spent the early morning with her horse?
I'm glad that a certain paladin advised Buffy to be supportive of both of her friends. She seems to be treating Alawen with kindness, but will that continue as the tournament winds up? I take it as a positive sign that she sought out Alawen first.

I can't wait to see how things go! Great chapter!

Posted by: Ceidwad May 21 2011, 08:33 PM

Scroll or no scroll, I'm sure this will be an excitng and unpredictable tourney with many twists and turns before the end!

Posted by: mALX May 22 2011, 02:20 AM

Very touching paragraph, my fave (of course, lol) in the whole chapter !!! Another chapter that has to go into my Favorite Buffy's !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

Posted by: Zalphon May 22 2011, 06:50 PM

I'm inclined to agree, Malx.

Posted by: minque May 22 2011, 10:19 PM

Reading along, trying to catch up, but it will take some time so bear with me....this is excellent enjoyable writing!

thank you Acadian!

Posted by: bobg May 23 2011, 04:02 AM

That was one heck of a cliffhanger.

Just a note to say my wife and I are thoroughly enjoying the series.

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 23 2011, 05:03 AM

Heh, Regulus Terentius was always such a bore. Important things to do, places to go, empires to save, and all he can do is talk, talk, talk. Guess he's good enough at it to keep the Elder Council from deciding to get rid of him. Shame he can't make the city of Mara a little less needful of Mara.

I watch, with strange fascination, Buffy's mixed feelings leading up to the tournament. I must admit that I've never really felt the same, as when it comes to my preferred method of marksmanship, my chosen field is shotgun shooting against my brother. He's better at Skeet-shooting, I'm better at Trap. He does a lot better with premount, but I'm better from Low Ready and High Ready. And I always get upset when he wins. Sure, I feel proud that he can shoot, but I wouldn't be a proper brother if I didn't want to beat him at our only shared sport. Of course, the fact that we routinely beat our father helps mitigate this fact.

I'm hoping Buffy comes to realize that there's a deeper ethical consideration to her acts in finding and destroying that scroll. This competition is about finding the best archer in Cyrodiil, not about Daenlin's unbelievable archery skills. I figure he knows that, and he'd be more upset than anybody else to know that he didn't win the tournament fairly. Probably more upset that learning he had lost unfairly. Though I wouldn't want to be Reman if and when Daenlin learns about the Imperial wine merchant's plot.

Posted by: Grits May 23 2011, 05:26 PM

"Your shoulders are too small to carry the burden you place upon them," said the paladin. "I know you will support both your friends. If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations. You know my words are true."

In an episode filled with beautiful passages, this was my favorite. A simple truth, gently expressed.


I studied the ranger's face, trying to divine any family resemblance to my master.

This is so Buffy. Just because she’s decided she won’t tell, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still want to know!

The Count welcoming everyone to his City of Mara. It has been pointed out already, but the tea party in the stands is priceless. I was so pleased that the guild turned up to support Buffy. Lace parasols, silver teapots, and all!

Posted by: Acadian May 24 2011, 01:05 PM

Episode 109 opened the final day of competition. The line judge briefed the ten finalists that during the day's three sessions, they would each shoot one round. Shooting order would be based on qualification score, from highest to lowest. Between each of the sessions would be a one hour break. After opening remarks by Count Bravil, the first shooter, Daenlin, approached the firing line.

Rider- I'm so glad you enjoyed the whimsical arrival of the Guild of Mages to support their little mystic archer! Thank you!

TK- I agree completely that Buffy is worrying entirely too much. You are correct that she badly misunderstands what Daenlin wants from her. Yes, it is time for this flower to bloom - Daenlin has one more lesson to teach Buffy.

SubRosa- Using glow stones to light the fire-prone stables was borrowed from SubRosa's Arimer Carandial's Ayleid research. You are so very talented at applying magic to everyday needs. It has been a foundational belief of Buffy that Daenlin is the finest archer that ever has or ever will walk Nirn; she is desperately clinging to this belief, even as part of her realizes it may not be true. Bravil politics is way beyond Buffy's pay grade, but she will occasionally report an intriguing observation.

Yes indeed, it took us a long time to get to the actual competition! For TF/BF readers, SubRosa has had the harder job during our collaboration. My tasks have been to provide the basic story as it relates to the actual shooting competition, and stick to a predictable posting schedule. She has worked her magic throughout, weaving her influence right back into every aspect of the tournament. She has, with great skill and creativity, arranged Teresa's account in such a way that the faintly smiling red head usually shares her perspective on significant tournament events with you very shortly after Buffy does.

King Coin- Thank you. Buffy was so unprepared for horse ownership when, as a wide-eyed young elf, she plopped down her life savings to buy Superian. She and her magic mare have come a long way. I was very proud of her admonishment to Daenlin along the lines of 'you can't just park her like a carriage'. Now, if we can just get her to display some of that wisdom on the firing line!

Ceidwad- Thank you. Between the high quality group of archers and Buffy's misguided meddling, I hope for a couple twists and turns yet on the field of dreams before a winner emerges.

mALX- I'm so glad some of Buffy's childlike adoration of her archery master came through here. Even if it causes her to do dumb things, there is no doubt about how important Daenlin is to her.

Zalphon- Thank you for reading. Agreeing with mALX is always a wise idea.

minque- My goodness, I thank you so much for your efforts to catch up and join Buffy, along with the stories of several other of us 'trey-babies'. I'm so excited to hear that you are working on Serene's next episode! Can't wait!

bobg- Thank you for dropping in, my wonderful old friend. Please give my warmest regards to Mrs bobg and Angel. I treasure the keys you bestowed upon me and am delighted to report that as long as Buffy lives, Angel and the memory of Sarrah will inhabit Tamriel with her.

Captain Hammer- Thanks! It was at the urging of SubRosa that we included some opening comments by His Pompousness. Unfortunately, he will have more to say during the awards ceremony. Yes, Buffy is defective when it comes to competition; clearly she has an abundance of loyalty/nurturing genes at the expense of judgment/competition genes. Your insight regarding how Deanlin views the tournament is spot on; expect him to address this head on with his misguided little apprentice.

Grits- Hopefully the paladin's gentle words to Buffy in the stable, along with some more pointed ones from Daenlin in this next episode will help to sort our bowgirl out! I love how you picked out the self-centered nature of Count Bravil from the few words we offered.

The reigning archery champion nestled all three arrows of his first flight into the ten ring. His perfect score was verified and the arrows removed from his target. As he reached for the first arrow of his second flight, Sinia flipped her hourglass. Thirty seconds later two more arrows had pierced the center of the target, with a third sprouting two rings out and slightly low. Daenlin was beautiful to watch as he carefully and smoothly placed all three arrows of his final flight into the bull's eye of the longer range target.

Two plaques, each bearing the number eight, were placed side-by-side on the scoreboard next to his name. I also noted the red plaque indicating the current shooter was now being moved down one row to rest beside my name.

As Daenlin walked away from the firing line and I approached it, we grinned at each other. I was surprised to hear some cheering and applause as I slid Slayer from my back and drew my first arrow.

Just like during qualification, I had no trouble placing each arrow of the first flight into the center of my target. Once the target was again ready, Sinia placed a hand on her hourglass and nodded at me. I was more apprehensive about my rapid-fire and tried to focus my mind on the actions required. After studying the target for a moment, my hand reached for the tail of an arrow.

I focused on getting each shot off quickly and accurately without trying to assess the impacts. Once complete, I was delighted to hear "Ten, ten, nine," ring out from the target judge.

The first arrow of my final flight blossomed from the ten ring of the long range target. The second arrow appeared to be on the line between the nine and ten. I lowered my bow as a signal to the target judge. After a quick study of the impact, he called out, "Ten!" and stepped clear of the target.

Okay, Buffy. You're potentially one point ahead of Daenlin with a final arrow to shoot. For the most important shot of this round I drew partial tension and eased my aim point right of center, to the line between the eight and nine rings. I smoothly pulled the arrow's tail to my ear and loosed.

It was a clean nine and the target judge quickly verified it, both aloud and with a display of fingers. I glanced up at the scoreboard to see my own pair of eight plaques being hung by my name. I smiled to myself - I was Daenlin's apprentice. I also saw the red plaque being moved down to the left side of Alawen's name.

I walked from the firing line as the ranger approached it. We stopped abreast. My mind was filled with indecision and swirling thoughts, some of them dark and subversive. Before I could choose my course, I heard the words fall out of my mouth, "I'm here for you, my ranger. We can do this. You and I."

Alawen, her eyes hosting the confident ranger, touched my hand and nodded. "Thanks to you, my scout."

I returned to my spot next to Daenlin and sat nervously watching Alawen.

The ranger's first perfect flight of three drew appreciative applause as had mine and Daenlin's. Cheers erupted as three more arrows blossomed from the bull's eye in half the time allowed for her rapid-fire flight. It was not until her eighth arrow that one dared stray from the target's center into the nine ring. Her final arrow resumed a streak of flawless shooting. The scoreboard quickly reflected the eighty nine that moved her ahead of Daenlin.

Alawen seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the sounds of chanting and cheering that followed her performance. After a few moments, she tentatively raised her bow skyward and bowed her head. The ranger then lifted her face and searched the crowd. When our eyes met, a beautiful smile came to her face.

Again, before I could consider my response, I grinned and waved enthusiastically. Blinking back tears, I then turned and allowed my stupid grin to fade as I sought Daenlin's reaction.

If he was upset at being bested by the superb shooting of Alawen, Daenlin showed no sign of it. I tried to pay attention to the shooters that followed, but all I could think about was that my kindness to Alawen had sabotaged my master just as effectively as a drain marksman scroll.

A trumpet sounded the end of the tenth finalist's round. The scoreboard indicated Daenlin and I were now tied for second place. The Bosmer looked at me, but I couldn't read his face as he said, "We have an hour before the second rounds begin. Let's go for a walk."

As musicians and a troupe of dancers took to the shooting grounds, Daenlin and I made our way to the shore of the Niben.

"I need to talk to you," said Daenlin simply.

"I'm so sorry, Master." The tears that had been threatening now escaped along with a flood of words. "I know Alawen gains confidence from me and I wanted to be cool toward her this morning, but I just -"

Daenlin lifted a hand to silence me. "I see the effect you have on Alawen. The young elf I have trained for most of her life would never reward a friend's trust and need by withholding her kindness. I am proud of you for encouraging her, and she deserves her current standing. What I am disappointed about is your shooting, young lady. Did I not teach you to do your very best? Despite my suspicions, I wanted to believe that you did not pull one of your shots during qualification. I see now that I was wrong, and my silence simply encouraged you to repeat your blunder today. We both know that you should be ahead of me right now."

"I'll never shoot as well as you can, Master."

"You already do, Apprentice. My name is engraved on that trophy seven times. I'm not so greedy that I wish to perpetually win this tournament from younger and deserving archers. Buffy, the finalists here are all well-skilled. Some, like Teresa, are just beginning to display their magnificent talent. You have been shooting for a dozen years now and are approaching your full potential. Others, like Alawen, are at the full majestic pinnacle of their skill and grace. And finally, some of us like myself and Parwen have shot our best rounds and earn our joy from sharing what we have learned."

"But you're the best, Daenlin," I protested as even more tears threatened.

"If I am the archer that you believe me to be, then why cannot you embrace my ability to train an apprentice who can best my skill?" With a hand on my shoulder, he turned me so our eyes met. His were moist now. "The dream of every master is to find one protégée during their lifetime. That student who has the passion, attentiveness and natural ability to excel. My hope for over a decade now has been to someday see my skill reflected and surpassed by the young elf I have trained and nurtured."

"Master, there is so much swirling conflict within me. I'm scared that I will disappoint you." I held out my right hand. "Look."

He took my badly shaking hand into the steady comfort of his. "The only way you can disappoint me is by not shooting your very best. Buffy, remember when you were younger? The joy and exhilaration you felt from skillfully using your bow?" After I nodded, Daenlin continued, "You only wanted to do your best then. Do you understand?"

"I-I think so."

"It matters not who wins today, but don't you be afraid to show this crowd what Daenlin's apprentice can do. Fully unfurl and spread your wings, my butterfly."

Three short trumpet blasts signaled the pending resumption of competition.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot827.jpg

Posted by: ureniashtram May 24 2011, 01:52 PM

.. Wow. Powerful stuff.

On this chapter, I can fully see the lady Buffy has grown into. The reminiscent touch of her childishness has been finally washed away on this segment. Willing to let slow your progress for the benefit of others to speed theirs... That is something most people would scoff at. In this case here, most people would sever ties just to win that metal trophy. Not Buffy. Not the Bravillian Bowgirl presented to us by a spirit named Acadian.

Claps to you, man. The relationship between Buffy and Daenlin fully shines here (IMHO).

And I am wrong at the subject of the Scroll-Sabo-thwa (exaggerated pronounciation). So it was Reman, then? (sighs) Figures.

Posted by: ghastley May 24 2011, 01:56 PM

So now Daenlin's actually told her he wants her to win ... no pressure!

And Alawen's a point ahead, and she needs to catch up ... no pressure!

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 24 2011, 02:39 PM

I agree with Daenlin that he should have spoken to Buffy after the qualifying rounds. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. But late is better than never, and Daenlin really shines here. I'm glad that he has lived up to my impression of him here.

BTW, lovely screenshot!

Now let's hope Buffy takes his words to heart and shoots her best in the next round!

Posted by: mALX May 24 2011, 03:49 PM

GAAAAH! I've waited a year for this chapter! It is beautiful, touching; perfect! How in Nirn did you manage to get a screen of Daenlin at the waterfront? Must...know...GAAAAH!

Posted by: SubRosa May 24 2011, 07:11 PM

For the most important shot of this round
This says a great deal about Buffy's thoughts. The most important shot to her is the one she pulls to avoid surpassing her godfather.

I then turned and allowed my stupid grin to fade as I sought Daenlin's reaction.
This here too, shows where half of her heart is.

The other half of heart is clearly shown as well, with her unthinking words of encouragement for Alanwen, and her smile and wave. In spite of how much her head might not know what to do, her heart certainly does.

Finally, Daenlin throws down and shows why he is the Master. As Haute said, he really shines in this segment. I cannot help but to think what a juxtaposition he makes with Reman Broder. Once upon a time they might have been equals - in bad judgment as well as skill. But here we see how Daenlin has surpassed the Imperial when it comes to wisdom and honor. As the old saying goes, good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. Daenlin has clearly learned from his mistakes, where Reman never has.

But of course there is more to Daenlin than that. His love for his craft goes beyond his ego. He loves the tournament not because it is his chance to show off, but because it is his chance to see the best archers in Cyrodiil in action. No matter who wins, he wins, because he has that opportunity. Of course he obviously puts a little bit of ego into the knowledge that his years of tutelage have blossomed into another champion archer, one who can take his craft beyond what he has done. More than his own contributions, this is his greatest legacy to his craft.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 24 2011, 07:30 PM

I won't say "I told you so."

Fly away, butterfly! Fly!

Buffy's instincts have never steered her wrong once, and I am very glad she did not behave coolly towards Alawen. This, to me, proves that she knows that this is but a competition, and competitions for fame and glory are never as important as the friendships one may share.

Buffy in particular has no reason to behave in such a way, as she is already guaranteed at least second place. There is no shame in coming in second, as Daenlin has just discussed with her.

Posted by: King Coin May 24 2011, 08:02 PM

Woohoo! The competition begins!!

Daenlin suffers in the quick shooting but otherwise does great!

Buffy! Quit worrying about out shooting your master and do your best. I'm disappointed! I hope Daenlin notices and talks some sense into you.

YAAA!!!!

No, no, no, no, NOO!

Thank goodness Deanlin noticed Buffy's stunt. Buffy will be honest in the coming rounds!

Fantastic chapter! I am eager to see how this turns out!

Posted by: Zalphon May 25 2011, 12:23 AM

He took my badly shaking hand into the steady comfort of his.

Strong emotional content

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 25 2011, 10:33 AM

I feel that there should be "And you're grounded for three weeks, young missy, no complaints!" somewhere in here.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not an editorial thing at all. Taken out of context, it's perfect character dialogue for a father-daughter discussion in any TV-family sit-com.

In-story, and with the rest of Daenlin's speech about the true nature of archery competition, it shows the soul of a saint of the bow, a man (or in this case, mer) that truly lives for his craft and skill, seeing as much more than the way to put food on the table or place an enemy under the earth. He's very philosophical about archery and himself, but he doesn't sound preachy. Rather, one gets the sense that as a master teaching a student, he regrets that he neglected this important lesson when there was an earlier opportunity and obligation to impart it.

Buffy might be the hero of this great story, but this installment is Daenlin being 100% awesome and 110% wise.

Posted by: Grits May 26 2011, 03:42 AM

Whew! I’m so glad that’s out in the open now. I hope Buffy can feel that old joy and exhilaration in the next sessions, instead of the concerns she carried through the previous one.

Buffy was blinded by her good intentions, but I think that her belief that Daenlin would want to win was a discredit to his character. I’m glad he pointed that out to her, in his very kind and caring way. What a big step for Buffy, on several levels!

Posted by: Lady Syl May 26 2011, 10:19 PM

Chapter 7.2 review

So sorry I have fallen behind on my reading. I have been so busy, of late!

"You returned my offer of life with the threat of death. I shall not extend that offer should I encounter your kind again."

I LOVED this line!

That magical bag she found was a great addition. A girl could really benefit from such a bag, no matter what era she is from!

What a great conclusion to Buffy’s adventures inside of Vilverin. Her encounter with the necromancer was a good learning experience—shoot first, ask questions later! And I liked Superian’s reaction to her smelling different—animals always notice even the smallest change to our scents, so going through a corpse-infested ruin would definitely be noticeable!

Posted by: bobg May 27 2011, 04:39 AM

I can't believe the knowledge of Alewan's parentage will just die without a whimper. It almost overshadows the suspense of the tournament. Too many cliffhangers.

BTW; those fish tacos drove me and my wife crazy wanting to partake of some.

Posted by: Acadian May 27 2011, 01:53 PM

The tournament finalists completed their first of three rounds during Episode 110. Buffy continued to sabotage her own score, but found herself unable to behave with coolness toward Alawen. As a result, after the first round Buffy and Daenlin found themselves tied for second place, one point behind Alawen. Daenlin confronted Buffy, not over her kindness to Alawen, but for sabotaging her own shooting. The old elf made it very clear that he is not overly concerned with who wins, but he expects Buffy to fully unfurl her wings and shoot her best.

ureniashtram- Thank you. Buffy indeed learned quite a bit this last episode. Yes, the scroll culprit was Reman Broder, who apparently intended to discredit Daenlin and line his own pocket by betting on the expected number two finisher.

ghastley- Heh. Daenlin simply doesn't want Buffy to hold back. Nevertheless, plenty of pressure building!

Rider- Isn't it the way? Buffy and Daenlin are so close, yet neither understood what the expectations of the other were. In an odd way, it almost reminds me of the 'Gift of the Magi' story. I'm so glad they cleared the air between them. I'm glad you enjoyed the screenie and am so delighted that you are now able to bring us the occasional picture of Julian and Blanco!

mALX- Thank you for those kind words! Yes, it surely took us a long time to get here! I sent you a PM on moving NPCs around via command console, but the basic commands I used for the screenshot with Daenlin were 'PRID <RefID>' to tag Daenlin, 'MoveTo Player' to bring him to Buffy and 'TAI' to disable his AI and keep him from wandering during the photo shoot.

SubRosa- Thank you for pointing out how Buffy's actions showed her heart - even without conscious effort on her part. During Daenlin's chat to Buffy, I could not help but think of the old TV show Kung Fu, and an old master having a 'grasshopper' talk with his young apprentice. As you can tell, I love Daenlin just about as much as Buffy does.

TK- Thank you! I'm so glad that it looks like the old master sorted out his misguided but big hearted apprentice.

KC- It was great fun reading your comments as a running commentary of the episode! I'm so glad you were happy with the way it went (so far).

Zalphon- Yes, this episode surely was more about strong emotions than shooting. Thank you for your kind words drawing that out.

Captain Hammer- Hee, any reference that likens Buffy to a TV show makes my heart sing, for a long running TV series is exactly what I hope to accomplish. To say that Daenlin shows the soul of a saint with the bow says, beautifully and concisely, more than my own words ever could. I have always maintained that the bowgirl is at her very best when used as a vessel to draw out the best in others, so I'm delighted that you felt Daenlin stole the show here.

Grits- 'Whew' is right! Let's see what Buffy can do without the crushing (but self-inflicted) weight she has been laboring under. Yes, she learned much here as Daenlin showed once again why he is the master.

Lady Syl- Thank you for those kind words about Buffy's exploration of Vilverin in Episode 7. That was her first encounter with a necromancer and she remembers it well.

bobg- Yes, Alawen's paternity will remain unconfirmed during Book 1. Buffy wants to believe it is Daenlin; however, she is frightened to learn that it might not be. She is also loathe to betray the ranger's wishes. I'm so glad you both enjoyed the fish tacos!

Daenlin shot a good second round, allowing only two nines during rapid-fire and a third during his long range flight. I watched as his score of eighty seven was added alongside the eighty eight he had earned during the first round. As the red plaque beside his name moved down next to mine, I approached the firing line. When I passed Daenlin, he gave me a confident nod.

With Slayer in hand, I turned to face downrange and slid an arrow from my quiver. Okay, Buffy. Remember what Daenlin said and forget about the tournament. Just drill the dead center of your own target.

I did exactly that for the first flight.

After mentally rehearsing my rapid-fire, I looked at Sinia. She nodded, ready to turn her hourglass as soon as I touched the next arrow. My hand reached over one shoulder.

Thirty seconds later, with my bow lowered, the target judge stepped in front of my hits to score and verify. He then turned toward Sinia and his voice rang out, "Ten, ten, ten."

As I eyed my long range target, I didn't count up points or care about the score. I was shooting because I was born and trained to it. What little breeze there was came from directly behind me, and the sun was nearly overhead. I was a sniper, and long range was my forte. This target did not detect my presence and I had all the time in the world to take out its heart. I nocked an arrow and drew its destination into sharp focus.

"Ten!" yelled the target judge while I fit the next arrow's tail to my silk bowstring. As I drew tension, there was only myself, Slayer, a perfect elven arrow and the target. Nothing else mattered as I sent the arrow toward the heart of my straw victim.

I was more surprised by an explosion of applause from the crowd than by the judge confirming another bull's eye. Lowering my bow, I looked around as the applause grew into a repeating chant of the word, 'ten'.

After a moment of confusion, I realized they were chanting in hopes of a perfect round. It had been three years since Daenlin had shot the tourney's last ninety, and I was potentially one arrow away from that feat. I could see my guild mates in their finery as they waved at me. There was Alawen, nodding at me with an encouraging smile. Looking up to the blue and white covered royal box, the nobles appeared to be chatting among themselves. They were drinking from silver goblets and seemed unconcerned with events on the firing line. Finally, my eyes fell upon my master. Daenlin was pointing sternly at my target. He was right. I needed to block all this out and just focus on the task at hand.

I nocked my last arrow for this second round and raised my bow. As I drew some tension to aim, the chanting died away to be replaced by a welcome hush. Satisfied with my aim point, I drew silk to cheek and loosed. I held my enhanced focus long enough to see the arrow blossom in the ten ring, touching its two predecessors.

The target judge raised both hands in the air with all digits extended as he yelled, "Ten!" The word was quickly devoured in an explosion of cheers and applause. My eyes immediately sought Daenlin. As I saw him beaming at me, a dam of tears burst to flow freely down my cheeks. My master was proud of me.

"You were magnificent, my scout!"

I dragged my eyes from Daenlin to those of a warmly smiling Alawen. If she thought less of me for my tears, it didn't show. "Thank you, my ranger. I guess I'd better get off the firing line so you can shoot." Thanks to Daenlin's latest lesson, my next words came easily and without guilt, "May your arrows fly true, my friend."

Alawen shouldered her bow for a moment and placed both hands on my cheeks to wipe the tears away. She quietly said, "You are always a wet mess. At least it is not urine and the green slime of a wraith this time." The taller elf then pressed her lips briefly to my forehead. She stepped back and reached for her bow as I turned to leave the firing line.

I got another kiss on the forehead as I joined Daenlin to watch the rest of the shooters.

Alawen's second round was as impressive as her first, amassing the same incredible score of eighty nine. The shooters that followed all shot well, but by the end of the session, Alawen and I were tied for first place, three points ahead of the current champion.

Daenlin and I decided to just sit in the reviewing stands and watch some entertainment for the hour between second and third rounds. I noted that at the end of the second session of competition, Alawen had headed directly for the nearest stand of trees, likely to have some time away from the crowds.

Two men took to the shooting field. Perched on the forearm of one was a hawk-like bird sporting a leather hood. The other man carried a length of light rope and positioned himself well away from the bird man. Daenlin leaned close and said, "The bird is a hunting falcon. At the end of the light line is a lure with some meat attached." Presently one of the men began twirling his rope, paying out more and more of it until the lure at the end was circling him at a good distance. The other man lifted the hood from his falcon and the bird immediately took flight.

I was amazed to see the aerial dance that followed. The falcon rose and dove at the lure, only to have it artfully change path at the last moment which enticed the bird to attack again. After almost a dozen spectacular passes that each earned applause from the crowd, the falcon caught the lure and was rewarded by a well-earned meal.

Envious of the bird's full belly and needing to pee, I excused myself. A short time later, I returned to Daenlin with a light meal of boar sausage wrapped in flatbread that we shared. Musicians and tumbling acrobats now filled the shooting field with sound, movement and bright color. A passing jester in outlandish garb and a painted face walked right up to us and, with great fanfare, slipped a short-stemmed red rose into my hair. That earned him a smile from me and a pair of coins from Daenlin.

At the sound of three short trumpet blasts, the music stopped.

"Gentlefolk, your attention please." My eyes swept up toward the royal box to see the author of the polished voice. Fathis Aren stood with the magical speaking trumpet raised to his mouth. "I have been asked to remind you that the pending final session of competition is not the end of the tournament. You are invited to join Count Bravil and the judges here at sunset this very eve, for an awards ceremony to be followed by demonstrations of archery prowess. Traditional bonfires will then mark the official end of this year's tournament and the beginning of an evening of song, dance and merriment."

Several judges and city guards took to the field, encouraging entertainers and spectators alike to clear the shooting area. I gave Daenlin's hand a last squeeze as he rose and headed for the firing line.

Daenlin shot a magnificent round, dropping only one point during his rapid-fire flight. I watched as an eighty nine appeared on the scoreboard by his name. Three more plaques were then added to indicate his final total score of two sixty four for the match. By the time the red plaque was moved down beside my name, I was on my feet. A huge round of applause for Daenlin warmed my heart as he headed away from the firing line. Our callused bow fingers touched lightly as we passed each other.

I again focused only on my own shooting, placing all three arrows of my first flight into the target's center. During my rapid-fire, one arrow strayed into the nine ring. My long range flight was perfect. I had simply shot the best I could for this final round, just like Daenlin told me to.

Heading from the shooting area, I traded encouraging smiles with Alawen as we passed each other. By the time I received a big hug from Daenlin and was seated by his side, the scoreboard reflected both my eighty nine for this last round and my total score for the match of two sixty seven. I had dropped three points from a possible two seventy, and one of those points had been intentional.

Alawen nestled her first three arrows into the center of her target for a perfect first flight.

Once again, in less than half the time it would take Daenlin or I, she drilled her next trio into the bull's eye. She was like a flawless machine, majestic and intimidating.

The first arrow of her long range flight blossomed from the ten ring. Her second arrow impacted with a crack, as splinters showered the target judge standing nearby. The crowd went silent as Sinia signaled Alawen to cease fire. As the ranger lowered her bow, the judge flicked bits of wood from his tunic. He then carefully inspected the target. "Ten!" Alawen's second arrow had split and shattered her first.

The crowd ignited into cheers, caused not only by the feat of splitting an arrow but by the fact that Alawen now stood one shot away from a perfect score of ninety for this round. As during my second round, the sea of voices settled into a unified chant encouraging a final ten from Alawen.

I glanced at Daenlin and saw only admiration on his face. The elf truly lived and believed what he had taught me. And taught me he had, for I too was proud of Alawen.

The ranger's final shot and the judge's shout of "Ten!" brought the crowd to a pitch I had not heard that day. My hands were forced over my big ears as I watched the numbers crawl up to the pegs beside Alawen's name. The ninety she earned during this last round was then joined by her final score of two sixty eight - one point ahead of my score and four ahead of Daenlin's. Not even a perfect final round from one of the remaining shooters could wrest a well-deserved victory from my friend, the ranger of Anvil.

Having come to know Alawen, I could see her relief and even some of the nervous young girl emerge when she humbly lifted her bow to the crowd. As had happened several times during the tournament, her eyes then found mine and we exchanged smiles. She then made her way toward a small grove of trees. "Find comfort in the forest, sister wood elf," I whispered, "I will congratulate you tonight."

Daenlin and I remained in the stands to watch the rest of the finalists complete their last rounds. I studied the face of the old elf seated beside me as he cheered on each competitor with the full measure of his enthusiasm. I loved watching him revel in the majesty of archery. He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

Posted by: Rihanae May 27 2011, 03:24 PM

I love this chapter!
I almost found myself cheering with the crowd when Buffy scored her ten! good on her!

"You are always a wet mess. At least it is not urine and the green slime of a wraith this time."

I couldn't help but giggle at this line. I love how Alawen is so honest an humourous with our Bosmerian Archer!

Envious of the bird's full belly and needing to pee, I excused myself.

Such a funny line! T.M.I would fit in here, but that's buffy for you! alway's sayingin exactly what she thinks

He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

What a wonderful concluding line to an amazing chapter

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 27 2011, 03:50 PM

It would have been cool if Buffy had won the tourney, but somehow a little on the trite side.

But having Alawen win, well - that's just perfect. It keeps our Buffy a little more human (mer-ish?) and not quite perfect as our hero. She did her master proud in the end, and really, that's all that matters. Daenlin was just as I expected - happy to be beaten by two Bosmer archers better than himself.

And I'm a little sad that the competition's over. But isn't any good - no, great - game like that?

Posted by: ghastley May 27 2011, 04:35 PM

I like the way the final scores leave Buffy with the fact that she could have matched Alawen's total, if only she'd had her talk with Daenlin earlier. Not beaten it, just matched it, which is just about the right lesson for her. There is no better archer when she tries her best, but she's not the only one in that class.

It was a nice touch to know that Daenlin had scored a ninety at his peak. They're all part of the same club now.

Now to see how Alawen handles the victory, and what happens between her and Daenlin.

Posted by: Ceidwad May 27 2011, 05:24 PM

A most enjoyable episode! Buffy and Alawen's perfect scores reminded me of watching darts on television, and the way the crowd gets excited whenever someone throws four or five 180s as they may have a chance of throwing a nine-dart leg.

As a small criticism, maybe you would consider re-writing parts of this chapter to work a bit more on the building the atmosphere of the crowd? This is just my opinion, but I see it this way: The fans have had eight or so years of watching Daenlin clean up relatively uncontested. Now, all of a sudden, not one, but two, challengers have emerged, and both of them score a perfect ninety, which has not been seen for three years. This calls, IMHO, for some serious milking of the atmosphere. For instance, during Alawen's flight, the crowd have seen seven perfect arrows before you really bring them into the fray. Why not build it up more? You could maybe touch on the possibility of a secon perfect round at about arrow three or four, perhaps have the crowd hush knowingly at this point and Buffy commenting about how rare and unusual it would be, and how rapturous the celebrations would be, how Daenlin would be so proud and how Buffy feels about Alawen (because, despite their good friendship, I cannot believe Buffy does not fiercely want to win!)

Also, maybe work a bit more on the crowd's reaction. Have some fans comment on how amazing a feat it is. Maybe Regulus Terentius has had one too many Surilie's and offers the castle of Bravil to Alawen if he shoots the second perfect round of the day! IMHO, this is a good episode but might actually be better served broken up into two episodes, so you can really work the crowd.

Some ideas that I thought of:

"By the Nine!", cried one Bravil native from the stands, "this year's tournament is outstanding! I could die a happy servant of Mara if only she would grant me the favour of living long enough to see its conclusion."

"Tertius," another enthused, "I simply can't believe it. Daenlin's protege has come on in leaps and bounds. And this new sharpshooter....well, she is simply superb! Anyone of them would make a fine champion. Akatosh be praised!"

etc.

Anyway, please feel free to ignore this, or maybe implement the ideas in Buffy v.3!

Posted by: King Coin May 27 2011, 05:49 PM

Buffy is in the zone!

Look who is returning the favor!


10 10 10! Daenlin is so proud of you!


I really liked that line.
With the way I'm going I should just quote the whole chapter and say: “I liked this part”


Heart warming

I'm glad Alawen won! I've been rooting for her! And Buffy could have matched her score too if she hadn't missed intentionally. This is a great chapter. I really enjoyed reading it.

Posted by: SubRosa May 27 2011, 07:05 PM

Okay, Buffy. Remember what Daenlin said and forget about the tournament. Just drill the dead center of your own target.

I did exactly that for the first flight.
This was expertly written. By making the second paragraph just a single, direct line, you accomplish so much here. This is one of those cases where an economy of words results in a more powerful statement.

After a moment of confusion, I realized they were chanting in hopes of a perfect round.
Oh noes, now they are going to jinx her chances! But Buffy pulls it out in spite of the crowd trying to curse her!

The falconeer was a good touch. There is one who comes to our local Ren Faires, and his birds are just amazing to watch. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/RenFaire30.jpg

And a thrilling conclusion to the finals, with Buffy and Alawen shooting their hearts out (and the centers of the targets!) The people of Bravil really got a treat. It is not every day you see an arrow split in two by another!

Perhaps best of all, we see the happy ending that Buffy thought so impossible just an episode ago. Her master is proud of her, and Alawen is still her friend. All with finally just doing what came natural to her, instead of letting her head get in the way!



nits:
"I have been asked me to remind you that the pending final session of competition is not the end of the tournament
I think you meant: "It has...

Posted by: Thomas Kaira May 27 2011, 08:00 PM

Allow me to offer up my humble congratulations to Alawen for a well-deserved victory in the Tournament of Archers, and also a humble congratulations to Buffy for being able let her competitive thoughts go so well. Good job to her splitting her arrow, as well. That's almost impossible to do.

Seeing her putting aside whatever her interests might have been and simply shooting her best and giving her best was a great moment to read.

Good job in the tournament Buffy! You were only robbed of first place by one point, and you are leaving with a highly respectable two-sixty-seven today. No one ever need know you pulled one of your points, but at the same time, knowing you did means that I am certain you would have tied Alawen for first if you had not. Nevertheless, I'm not one to cry over spilled hair conditioner, and you've already learned your lesson, so I shall say no more on the subject.

Congratulations again!

Posted by: bobg May 28 2011, 01:42 AM

Magnificent!

Posted by: Captain Hammer May 28 2011, 02:26 AM

I wonder, had Buffy not pulled that one shot, would we have seen a shoot-off between the ranger and the scout? One shot each at one of Count Terentius's eyes, another shot each for one of Countess Caro's eyes, and then we can go from there.

It was an amazing conclusion to the tournament. I hope that in years to come Buffy does achieve victory and add her own name to the champion's plaque after Alawen's and Daenlin's multiple entries.

My congratulations to Alawen's stunning performance. And a heartfelt hope to see her return next year.

Now, how did that red-haired Bosmer archress do in the finals?

Posted by: Grits May 28 2011, 02:15 PM

As I eyed my long range target, I didn't count up points or care about the score. I was shooting because I was born and trained to it. What little breeze there was came from directly behind me, and the sun was nearly overhead. I was a sniper, and long range was my forte. This target did not detect my presence and I had all the time in the world to take out its heart. I nocked an arrow and drew its destination into sharp focus.

This passage made my heart sing for Buffy. All of her years of training, hard-earned experience, and recent personal growth led to the beauty and simplicity of this moment.

The competition was gripping! I loved to see the supportive gestures between Alawen, Buffy, and Daenlin. Alawen’s touch of humor as she headed to the firing line showed us how much Buffy’s support has meant to her. The lunch and entertainment were such a delight!

He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

Her name might not be on the trophy, but this sounds like a win for Buffy.

Posted by: mALX May 28 2011, 06:04 PM

This has to be my absolute top favorite chapter to date! Your expert weaving of emotion and action in this chapter is unsurpassed, I am left speechless! Bravo, Acadian !!!

Posted by: bobg May 29 2011, 03:26 AM

I wonder if anyone who has overcome obstacles ever thought about the process itself. It is an expansion of self; an epiphany; a recognition of the infinite universe and our ultimate role within it.

Buffy now moves on to new adventures but does she really understand what has taken place here? It's clear that she does. Her support for Alewan is without conditions. That, in itself speaks volumes about her grasp of the meaning of life. She will kill for the sustenance required to live. She will seek to understand the greater purpose and appose the evil that destroys all living things; all hope, all kindness, all beauty, all purpose, all culture, all aspirations, all advancement, all glory, and, in the end, creation itself.

Posted by: MyCat May 29 2011, 06:06 AM

Wow you write so much while I'm distracted elsewhere!

"The only way you can disappoint me is by not shooting your very best." sums it up for me the best. You bring so much life to otherwise peripheral characters.

(I have to stop playing Fallout New Vegas and get back to the Elder Scrolls.)

Posted by: Acadian May 31 2011, 12:56 PM

Episode 111 saw Alawen earn top score in this year's Tournament of Archers. Daenlin gracefully took the results in perfect stride and, thanks to his teachings, so did Buffy. It turns out that the old paladin's prediction about their reactions was correct: 'If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations.'

Rihanae- Thank you! I'm so glad everything worked and you could feel the crowd cheering.

Rider- Thanks for that strong endorsement of our outcome. I believe we could have engineered things for any one of the top three contenders to win. I am glad Alawen won though. Not only does she deserve it, but what she brought to the tournament caused a great deal of growth for Buffy.

ghastley- I thank you also for endorsing Alawen's win. Buffy needs confidence to proceed to Kvatch. What she learned from her time in Peryite's realm about hunting Daedra helped greatly. The lesson she will take from the tournament is Daenlin's advice for her to unfurl her wings and not be held back by his shadow. Buffy realizes now what Daenlin has known for some time: that she is a Nirn-class archer.

Ceidwad- I thank you so much for those kind suggestions about taking some space to personalize and milk the crowd. Alas, we are concerned about the length of this already massive storyline. Further, we rather carefully crafted the episodes in a way that supports SubRosa bringing her rendition of the tale to post in a coordinated manner - lots of moving parts that included our episode counts and posting schedules. I also felt during the actual shooting of the finals, that these episodes needed to really focus on the drama within Buffy's heart. That translated to her intimate observations relating to the shooting of her, Daenlin and Alawen while hopefully providing an adequate 'feel' for the atmosphere of the day. The one departure we did make was that short break for the 'half time' festivities, but then right back to Buffy's drama. My intent was to be very much inside her head during the finals.

Were I to expand the episodes, I would certainly have added Buffy's observations on how the other seven finalists were shooting, more dialogue from Daenlin and, as you suggest, some more personalization of the crowd and festive feel. Thanks again!

King Coin- I'm so glad you were rooting for Alawen and that she won! I agree that she is fully deserving. Once she realized that Daenlin was ok with it, Buffy was very happy for Alawen.

SubRosa- I appreciate the 'economy of words' endorsement on that one passage of Buffy's shooting. The chatterbox is delighted to hear it as well! Seriously, I'm glad it worked because I was a little concerned about running overlong on the shooting. I'm glad the falconry worked to provide a brief 'half time' respite from the big event. To call the conclusion thrilling is so welcome to hear. My hope was that the winner would not be fully evident until well into this past episode. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

TK- Thank you! I agree that Alawen is a deserving champion. The icing on the cake is how very much Buffy learned about things that really matter. Her heart already knew, but Daenlin helped her get her blond head a little more synched up.

bobg- Thank you for understanding Buffy. She is a strong nurturer to those she holds dear. I think that explains her quickness to vengeance, willingness to subordinate her own interests, and strong loyalties.

Captain Hammer- Hee! A tie would have been fun indeed! I'm so glad you suggested using the Count as a target, since he comes close to that in our next episode. I also appreciate the inquiry regarding how the talented Teresa finished- the answer also coming right up in the first of two episodes that cover the evening awards ceremony. I'm sure Teresa will share the details of her her own exciting day in her rendition of the tournament - I bet that, like Buffy, she learned important things about more than shooting and winning.

Grits- High praise indeed coming one who has such a perfectly balanced touch at subtly and brilliantly conveying her characters. I'm so glad you agree how very much Buffy won here.

mALX- Thank you so much! This was exactly as you say - about trying to display what Buffy was feeling as the tourney progressed. Your wonderful words let me know that we were close to the mark!

MyCat- The episodes do add up! Coincidently, we are slowing our posting pace for several reasons - certainly one of which is to make it easier for readers to keep up. Thanks for the kind words on Buffy's efforts to bring her NPC friends to life.

"Our fifth place shooter, Teresa of the Faint Smile, Bravil Fighters Guild." The senior judge's deep voice was amplified by a magical speaking trumpet. His words resounded effortlessly through the night air into the crowded reviewing stands. Teresa touched one hand to the crimson and white Fighters Guild medallion around her neck. She then lifted an arm to the sound of applause. It was the same gesture used by her guild mates, Lum and Parwen, as their names had been called.

Schlera had been the first finalist to be announced, and had simply waved to the crowd. Zerina had loosed a fireball into the night sky when the judge called her name - much to the delight of those filling the stands. When Aradroth's name rang out, he simply stood motionless under his black hood.

All ten of us were gathered on a raised wooden platform in the middle of the shooting field, along with the three senior judges. Before the ceremony, we had each received a silken purse weighted with gold to reflect the relative position of our scores. Flames danced from giant torches that were each taller than an Altmer. These fiery brands were planted in a circle around the awards platform and mounted across the highest rows of the reviewing stands. They even flanked the scoreboard, bathing it in the flicker of their orange light. Also on the platform was a throne for Count Bravil, into which was poured the blue velvet-clad noble himself. Flanking the Count was Captain Viera Lerus and Court Mage Fathis Aren.

"Finishing in fourth place," continued the judge, "Riveus, Imperial Legion, Forester for County Bravil." The handsome Imperial flashed his sparkling teeth and, with great fanfare, saluted the crowd.

Daenlin was standing next to me and I noticed his eyes drift up to the scoreboard. It now reflected Alawen's name at the top, along with her incredible winning score. Firelight sparkled in my master's eyes and danced across his weathered features. I studied his face closely, looking for any sign of disappointment. All I saw was the simple joy of his passion for archery. This magnificent elf truly lived by his word and teachings, and I had never been prouder to be his apprentice.

"Gentle humans, mer and tailed folk," the crowd grew quiet at the judge's words, "the winner of this year's bronze arrow is a legend among archers. It gives me great honor to announce Daenlin, seven time champion from the City of Mara." The crowd exploded into cheers and applause as Daenlin waved. He then left my side to stand in front of Count Bravil.

Sinia, the Reguard who had served as judge on the firing line during the match, passed an arrow of bronze to the Count. Regulus Terentius remained slouched in his throne as he took the arrow. After looking at it with a frown, he held it out rather unceremoniously to Daenlin. "You lost my trophy, elf." The Count's voice was somewhat slurred and did not carry beyond the reviewing platform.

As Daenlin took the arrow, he said, "Forgive this humble archer, Milord. Perhaps his Lordship can win the trophy back with his own matchless tournament prowess next year."

Captain Lerus and Fathis Aren both stiffened at my master's words, but the Count responded with a nod, apparently assuming a compliment. Perhaps a day of drinking during the competition had rendered him unable to grasp Daenlin's intent.

Daenlin stepped back gracefully as angry magic tried to make its way to my clenched right fist. I noticed a faint smile that briefly appeared on Teresa's face as she rolled her emerald eyes at the Count. She was right; His Pompousness wasn't worth it. I allowed the illusion spell to subside.

I also saw a brief glare directed toward the Count from the senior judge before he quickly raised his speaking trumpet again. "The winner of this year's silver arrow is another child of Bravil. Dame Buffy, Knight Errant, Mages Guild, and protégée of Daenlin."

The crowd began to applaud, and a flash of light from the reviewing stands caught my eye. Instantly I realized what it was. Under the glow of an illumination spell, the assembled mages of my guild were standing and cheering. I approached the blue-clad noble.

"So, Marius Caro made the tiny tree elf a knight." The Count's words evaporated the smile caused by my guild mates. "I couldn't believe it when Alessia told me. What's Cyrodiil coming to?" Frowning, he rolled his bloodshot eyes and poked the silver arrow my way. "No wonder that fool has such problems down in Leyawiin."

"Thank you, Milord," I said as I took the arrow. I then backed away to rejoin Daenlin.

The judge gave me a sympathetic look as he again lifted the speaking trumpet. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. It gives me great pleasure to present this year's winner of the golden arrow. Hailing all the way from the Abecean coast, I give you Alawen, Ranger of Anvil and your new Champion Archer of Cyrodiil."

The crowd erupted with cheers that eventually settled into a chant of the ranger's name.

Alawen humbly raised an arm to the crowd. Her eyes then met mine, and the nervous look on her face yielded to a smile. I blew her a kiss.

I was delighted to see Daenlin grinning and enthusiastically applauding the ranger. I was a lucky elf. My master was satisfied with the tourney results and he was proud of me. The beautifully shy ranger, who called me friend, was now recognized for her skill which exceeded both mine and Daenlin's.

As Alawen approached the throne, I overheard the Count growl to Captain Lerus, "Yet another tree hugger? Why, for Oblivion's sake, does the Legion pay that worthless Riveus to patrol County Bravil if he can't even win an archery tournament for me?" The Count seemed somewhat more sober now, perhaps as a result of his pique.

The guard captain placed a hand gently on the Count's shoulder and admonished, with a bit more familiarity than I might have expected, "The Bosmer are well known for their skill with a bow, Milord."

"That little arrow seller was bad enough, Viera, but at least for seven years he kept my trophy here." The Count continued ranting, "Now the damn thing will go to Millona's court for the next year. I'll never hear the end of it." Finally, he took the golden arrow from Sinia, pushed it at Alawen and snapped, "Here!"

Alawen was clearly taken aback, as the smile I had managed to coax from her faded. Her only exposure to nobles had been the kindly Countess Millona Umbranox. I grew concerned as I realized the ranger was not worldly enough to have learned the necessity of sometimes suffering fools. She took the arrow in her right hand and slowly rotated the golden shaft until its broadhead was pointed at the Count. My heart leaped to my throat as a slight twitch in her left hand told me she might go for her bow. She was certainly fast enough to nock the Count's golden arrow and impale the drunken s'wit to his throne before anyone could stop her.

I started to panic; Alawen could never survive captivity in prison. I was almost ready to cry out when she lowered the arrow and simply backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief, I whispered, "Thank you, Mara." I then felt a bit foolish as I remembered that Alawen was in the service of Countess Millona to uphold the law - not break it. Despite her woodsy ways and unfamiliarity with civilization, the ranger was wiser in many ways than I.

The Count nodded for the ceremony to continue. Fathis Aren waved his hand, cascading the awards platform with a shower of harmless sparks that drew a hushed anticipation from the crowd.

Caccian Apinia had been quietly standing his post next to a small table on the awards platform. In response to a nod from Captain Lerus, he lifted the blue silken cloth that had covered the tournament trophy. Fathis then cast another spell which bathed the prize in brilliant light. The golden statue of an archer, with fully drawn bowstring, was half my height and stood upon a base engraved with the name of every past champion. Bittersweet tears threatened as I saw Alawen's name had now joined the repeated listing of Daenlin's.

The judge continued, "This trophy, which has resided in Castle Bravil for these past many years, has been emblazoned with the name of your new Champion Archer. It will soon sail for Castle Anvil, under escort provided by the Bravil Fighters Guild."

Sinia stepped down from the awards platform and headed toward the firing line. As prearranged, Daenlin, I and Alawen followed the Redguard.

The amplified words of the senior judge floated throughout the tourney grounds, "As is the custom at this point in the tournament, our top three archers have each agreed to provide a brief display for your entertainment. Please direct your attention toward the firing area."

I glanced over my shoulder and was relieved to see Count Bravil being escorted back to his raised private box of nobles, where he could do less harm.

Posted by: ghastley May 31 2011, 02:36 PM

You do make Count Regulus Terentius such a sympathetic figure in this one - so much the Bravil patriot! He really steals the show. But then again, stealing is what he does best.

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 31 2011, 04:09 PM

I agree with ghastley - Count Terentius is such an epitome of nobility that he outshines all the other nobles of Cyrodiil. I am glad that Daenlin acknowledged it, and that Buffy and Alawen were awed by him.

Riiiigt.

Posted by: King Coin May 31 2011, 04:22 PM

I remember killing that fool (The Count of Bravil) in several of my games.

Everyone but Buffy knew from the start that Daenlin would be happy no matter what happened in the tournament as long as everyone tried their best. He wouldn't be so petty as to be upset over not getting a trophy.

I felt Buffy's worry there for a second. We wouldn't want Alawen to go to jail!

Escort by the Fighter's guild? I bet this is going to be in Teresa's story!

I'm looking forward to the entertainment display!

Good chapter!

Posted by: mALX May 31 2011, 06:12 PM

And now we see why Alexander killed off Count Terentius in his fanfic Cyrodiil, ROFL !!!! Great chapter, I was rolling laughing at the Count's ramblings! Great Write !!!

Posted by: ghastley May 31 2011, 06:49 PM

I just had the thought that Daenlin has had to accept the trophy from the Count for the last seven years. If he's been as gracious every other time, you have to admire Daenlin's forbearance.

I never bother killing Regulus. One assumes that Gellius would replace him, even though the game doesn't implement that.

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 1 2011, 03:26 AM

Congratulations, Dame Buffy

Posted by: Grits Jun 1 2011, 03:46 AM

How lovely to open with Teresa! Seeing each of them through the other’s eyes has been such a delight throughout the Tournament. I love how the orange torchlight sets the mood. The mages using their spells for illumination was a wonderful touch!

Oh my goodness, Count Pompousness Terentius outdoes himself! If dark thoughts counted, Lucien would be busy handing out daggers all night. I’m looking forward to the archery show.

Posted by: hazmick Jun 1 2011, 10:35 PM

Greetings Paladin! I have spent a wonderful afternoon catching up on Buffy's brilliant Bosmer adventure and I am most pleased to see that she is still as sharp as a tack yet delicate and deadly as a nightshade plant. The archery contest has had me on the edge of my seat and you have done a great job introducing more characters into your charming Wood Elf's world. Bravo!

Posted by: Ceidwad Jun 2 2011, 10:06 PM

Man, I love Regulus Terentius. Say what you want about Cyrodiil's nobility, but at least they're interesting. Alawen's reaction was most sensible too - if you can't think of anything safe to say, don't say anything! Besides, if Terentius drew his sword and swung it at Alawen, he'd probably only miss and end up hitting Buffy next to her!