In Episode 67, Buffy finally received an invitation to one of Countess Leyawiin's dinner parties. In the process, she was exposed to the full darkness within Alessia Caro's heart. The bowgirl was quite taken aback, but managed to overcome her potentially violent reaction.

Zalphon- Thanks for the hugs!

Rider- It is so wonderful to have you and Julian back! Thanks for your comment on the Hippocratic Oath. I actually thought of you as we tweaked that scene.

King Coin- Oh, I sure hope you like the dinner party! It's coming right up!

mALX- Thank you! Buffy did pull herself back from thoughts of assassinating the Countess. It seems some of her essential goodness won out over her many dark flaws.

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy made my head spin in that episode! Between killing wispy wills, gathering hair conditioner supplies, hugging Superian, trying to help Janonia with the dishes, hating the Countess, gently healing the Countess, plotting to assassinate the Countess, then feeling sorry for the Countess. . . whew! Buffy so rapidly shifted from one aspect of her character to another here, that writing her was like trying to manage the gearbox of a Lambourghini - or perhaps bring an F-4 aboard the carrier.

The Vyper- Thank you for such an insightful summary and endorsement of what we tried to display. I think one of the reasons Buffy moves quite easily through so many diverse aspects of culture and social strata in Cyrodiil is that her heart is so open and she is readily accepting of anyone - as long as they are kind to her of course.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you! I'm convinced Buffy could have rationalized continuing her plot to kill the Countess. For several reasons, I'm pleased that it seems she will content herself with simply trying to humiliate her.



After the giant doors closed behind me, I stood in the great hall of Castle Leyawiin and smoothed my gown with nervous hands one last time.

Yes, the red one was a good choice - burgundy with gold trim actually. It was cut to reveal accents from the rich green underlining at the sleeves, neckline and skirt. The black dress I had tried on fit rather well but seemed too somber. It had emphasized the sun-kissed tone of my skin; I told Agata I was a wood elf, and not about to give up sun-drying after playing in waterfalls. At any rate, we agreed that the slight color to my skin was not very 'milky noble'. The blue one I had borrowed from Delphine was a beautiful color, but the velvet had somehow been damaged during travel. Agata owned a very similar gown that she let me try on, but it was too long and cut for a woman of more Nordic proportions than I.

As I made my way through the great hall, I realized that I not only owed Delphine a new velvet gown, but also a thank you for commending Agata to me. The Nord had carefully gathered my hair up into a stick twist, assuring me that it looked elegant and showed off my neck. I had taken a bit of convincing to be comfortable since the arrangement so prominently displayed my big ears. When she told me that the upswept style gave the illusion of more height and maturity, I had agreed to it. I was a very nervous elf, but Agata told me as I left the guild that I was beautiful. Her words, plus the flattering reaction of the guards and castle visitors I had just passed, made me feel a bit more confident.

I was pleased to note a young Breton in common clothes hovering near the door to the dining room. His notepad and quill, along with numerous parchments protruding from his pockets clearly marked him as a reporter for the Black Horse Courier. My quiet suggestion to Weebam-Na, had obviously born fruit. The Argonian thief had connections, was discreet and quick to support anything that might embarrass Alessia Caro. I wanted the evening's events to be well-publicized.

I took a deep breath and approached the guarded entrance to the dining area.

"Good evening, Milady." The Imperial, in the uniform of a Leyawiin guard, recognized me of course and he quickly opened the door for me. After entering the room I paused while he formally announced, "Dame Buffy, Knight Errant of the White Stallion."

Lady Leyawiin was not yet present. Both women seated at the table smiled pleasantly my way. The two men rose to their feet and bowed. I curtseyed, then approached the table to meet the guests.

Britta and Jaras Invel were an Imperial couple from the big city. Vlarimil Orius (another Imperial) was visiting from Chorrol and somewhat vague about his background. Finally, Termanwe was a friendly Altmer in a black and gold dress. I was pleased now that I had not worn my black dress. We engaged in small talk, all charming enough.

The door from the great hall opened again and the same guard that announced me loudly proclaimed, "Her Ladyship Alessia Caro, Countess of Leyawiin."

Those not already on their feet rose, as the Countess breezed into the room. She claimed the chair at the head of the table and motioned for her guests to be seated. Janonia and Januarius quickly brought soup, followed by roasted boar, grilled slaughterfish garnished with herbs, and a table full of savory trimmings. As the evening progressed, it became clear that the nobles all knew each other and that I was something of an oddity.

The Countess informed her guests, "Buffy is our very own knight and, I am given to understand, quite the adventuress." She then looked at me. "Please, dear, do tell us about one of your adventures."

The other diners joined her in encouraging me as I relayed the story of Malcath's Shrine. ". . . well those huge ogres didn’t waste any time putting Lord Drad to work on his own farm! Because I had rescued them, they were perfectly friendly to me. I just assumed then, that all ogres were friendly. Well, you can imagine my surprise the next time I saw one in the forest and tried to say 'hi'!"

Everyone seemed to enjoy my story as wine, laughter and encouragement flowed freely. I, of course, was just pretending to drink from the silver goblet. ". . . so finally, I made my way back to Malacath to report my success. As a reward, he gave me a war hammer that was bigger than I. Well I couldn't lift it of course, so I left it at the shrine in the care of a kind and mighty orc."

Fortunately, Vlarimil rescued me from having to tell more stories by relaying some of the news from Chorrol. ". . . and do you know, the guards never did solve the mystery of who murdered that mage named Earana? Shot dead by a single arrow while standing near the Great Oak, she was. And with a guard not ten paces away. Simply disgraceful! But by Stendarr, can you imagine the archery skill required to pull off such a feat?"

Indeed I could. While the guests focused on the words of Vlarimil, I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.

Alessia Caro gestured toward the kitchen. "Yes, dear. Go see Janonia. She'll fix you right up."

"Thank you, Milady." I left the table and stepped through the kitchen doorway. Once out of sight, I paused, as second thoughts about Sanguine's spell crept into my head.

I remembered how the Countess had spat the word 'Khajiit' when talking about Tsavi. I was torn between anger and pity. How could she not love the way Khajiit told you what they were thinking merely by the way they held or moved their ears? Did she not see that the most beautifully expressive eyes and voices in Cryodiil belonged to Argonians? How could she not be awestuck by the straightforward power and nobility of a mighty orc warrior?

My doubts dissipated.

I lifted my hand. Illusion magic traveled up my arm and escaped into a small emerald burst over my head as I opened my fist. A brief but total chameleon effect engulfed me and would preserve my secrecy, even while spellcasting. Stepping back into the open doorway, I pointed my unseen hand at Alessia Caro as I called forth and released Sanguine's Stark Reality.

The chameleon effect did indeed prevent my detection as the Countess and her guests were stripped of their clothes. Pandemonium broke out as they began to run around the room, confused. The door from the great hall flew open as several mail-clad guards poured into the dining room. I was thankful to see that Stark Reality's effect had not ranged beyond the dining and cooking areas. I quietly stepped away from the doorway and back into the kitchen.

Within a few moments, my hands reappeared, as did my arms, legs and everything else that had been previously covered by my gown.

As I went to rejoin the guests, one of the guards brushed past me, trying to avert his eyes from my nakedness and saying with a red face, "I'm so sorry, Dame Buffy. We have no idea how this happened. Don't worry though. We'll catch the perverted scoundrel!"

Returning to my place at the table, I sat down, smiled and took my first sip of wine for the evening. The seat of the chair was cold against my bare skin. Perhaps it was my Bosmeri nature, but I didn't mind the lack of clothing nearly as much as these nobles seemed to. I watched as the Countess made her way to leave the dining room. Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.

I was pleased to see the Black Horse Courier reporter had slipped into the room behind the guards and had been feverishly taking notes. He now ran along after the Countess, asking her silly questions. Eventually, the other red-faced guests scurried off as well, leaving me alone in the dining room.

I savored another sip of wine. There were advantages that accrued from my habit of being courteous to soldiers, and I had gotten to know most of those assigned to the castle. Sure enough, one of them stopped as he passed through the dining room. While awkwardly trying not to stare, he removed and kindly donated his surcoat to what he no doubt perceived to be a damsel in need. I liked chivalry.

My bow, quiver and entire pack were safely waiting for me at the guild. After a quick stop there to don buckskins, I would gather Superian from the stables and we would return to the 'Black Mare' Lodge.

If I never saw my beautiful gown or costume jewelry again, it would be worth the price of this beautiful meal and fine entertainment. I would perhaps get back to Sanguine, but in my own time - if at all. I cared not for any trinket he might offer, and was not surprised that the Daedric Prince of debauchery had taught me nothing of slaying Daedra.

As I refilled my goblet, I reflected that I was quite unsure whether my efforts to strip Alessia Caro of her blindness would bear fruit. Nevertheless, I had to admit that I had quite enjoyed my first dinner party.

* From Buffy's scrapbook:
Screenshot1 Screenshot2

And lastly, a wonderful piece of artwork created by one of Buffy's friends named AyumiFan: Excellent Wine

This post has been edited by Acadian: Jan 21 2011, 04:56 AM

And the countess gets it! To quote a somewhat annoying Dunmer from Cheydinhal: "Huzzah!"

The red and green gown Buffy settled on was a good choice. Too bad the blue one was damaged. It would have been good too.

I was pleased to note a young Breton in common clothes hovering near the door to the dining room. His notepad and quill, along with numerous parchments protruding from his pockets clearly marked him as a reporter for the Black Horse Courier.
Yes! That event definitely needed to be recorded.

I just assumed then, that all ogres were friendly. Well, you can imagine my surprise the next time I saw one in the forest and tried to say 'hi'!
The perfect story to tell. It ends on a funny note while showcasing Buffy's open mindedness in perceiving other races. Hopefully, the other dinner guests noticed and appreciated the contrast between the racial views of a certain Knight Errant Bowgirl and the countess.

While the guests focused on the words of Vlarimil, I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.
Buffy certainly found the perfect way to get the countess to excuse her.

How could she not love the way Khajiit told you what they were thinking merely by the way they held or moved their ears? Did she not see that the most beautifully expressive eyes and voices in Cryodiil belonged to Argonians? How could she not be awestuck by the straightforward power and nobility of a mighty orc warrior?
A wonderful description of what the countess is missing.

A brief but total chameleon effect engulfed me and would preserve my secrecy, even while spellcasting.
Haha, brief total chameleon spells are so handy sometimes.

I watched as the Countess made her way to leave the dining room. Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.
What can I say but

I was pleased to see the Black Horse Courier reporter had slipped into the room behind the guards and had been feverishly taking notes. He now ran along after the Countess, asking her silly questions.
Oh, I can just imagine some of the questions:
Is this normal at milady's gatherings?
Did milady perhaps put a bit too much skooma in the wine?

As I refilled my goblet, I reflected that I was quite unsure whether my efforts to strip Alessia Caro of her blindness would bear fruit.
Unfortunately, she'll probably find some way to blame it on the Khajiit or Argonians (or both).

Perhaps like trying to land an F-4 on the pitching deck of a carrier - at night - in the middle of an F5 squall?

I really really enjoyed this rewrite of Sanguine's quest. I've never played this so well as she does, or so cunningly. What I've done is buy the Leyawiin house from the Count, stash my favorite clothes there, arm myself with a chameleon spell, then cast Stark Reality, cast the chameleon spell, and waltz out of there to my new house!

I really enjoyed the screenie of Buffy at the table in her birthday suit! It made me laugh out loud because it reminded me of that scene from Beowulf where our hero, stark naked, is waiting for Grendel to show up, and he was never really fully exposed due to strategic placements of limbs, tableware, fat candles, etc. The movie I speak of is the recent CG version with Angelica Jolie as Grendel's mother and Anthony Hopkins as the old King Hrothgar.

I also enjoyed how Buffy chose her Malacath Shrine quest to regale the guests - it is one of her funnier quests! And yes, I believe it was a cunning, calculated choice on her part. She is constantly proving the rule by being the exception (dumb blonde - riiight). How ironic that one of the other guests would then relate one of Buffy's own adventures, the assassination of Earana!

I was a wood elf, and not about to give up sun-drying after playing in waterfalls.
Now that is our Buffy!

and cut for a woman of more Nordic proportions than I


You captured a young woman's natural jitters at appearing for a formal occasion quite well. Especially one who is not used to gowns and keeping such upper class company. "Do I look ok? Do I look ok? Do I look ok?"

as the Countess breezed into the room.
This is a wonderful description, and is exactly what one would expect from a Countess.

I see the Countess serves an excellent table. Pray tell, did the grilled slaughterfish come from Weye? I hear a Nord there caught a ton of them recently.

but I didn't mind the lack of clothing nearly as much as these nobles seemed to
Of course not! As well all know, Buffy has liked be 'in the buff' since childhood. And we all know what just one sight of a waterfall does to her!

The pictures are fantastic! Especially the second one from Buffy's scrapbook That is certainly a well placed bottle and pitcher!

Buffy has learned something from Sanguine's quest though. Several somethings in fact. She has learned how to deal with nobility, in spite of how much the conceit of the nobles in question may grate upon her. She has also learned the fine art of infiltrating an enemy stronghold in order to perform a delicate commando mission, all without the slightest bit of violence (not counting Sanguine's spell of course). I suspect that the first lesson will come in handy in the future, if not the second.

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So far Buffy seems to have gotten away with her little prank, but will the countess add wood elves to her list of hated races?

...and Mayhem was had. Boy was that a great chapter! It's always nice to see bigots get their deserved comeuppance. mALX, if you are reading this, you need to get Hasirri down here NOW, this is the story of a lifetime!


To that second screenshot:

*giddily awaits the next edition of the Black Horse Courier*

I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.

How very clever!

If I never saw my beautiful gown or costume jewelry again, it would be worth the price of this beautiful meal and fine entertainment.

Don't you worry, my now-very-fittingly-named Bosmer. After this stunt, I'm sure he'll be quite understanding if you want a little remembrance of your deeds.

The color to my skin was not 'milky noble'

Brilliant!

“Well I couldn't lift it of course, so I left it at the shrine in the care of a kind and mighty orc."
I hope Buffy’s words will help her dinner companions see past the tusks, the way they have helped me.

Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.
I was rolling!

Nevertheless, I had to admit that I had quite enjoyed my first dinner party.
Beautiful!! I envy Buffy’s elegant execution of Sanguine’s task! Who else would sit down and start to sip her wine after she was in the buff, that is so Buffy. I love the gown! I wonder how Sanguine looks in it.

One of my absolute fave chapters, and I love the new screenie so much better than the original - you are a master of setting up for screenies !!! That has to be the most perfect example ever on camera angles and timing !!!

PS - thank you so much for the tips on how to do this quest without getting arrested !!! WOO HOO !!!

During Episode 68, Buffy attended one of Countess Leyawiins's dinner parties as a guest and managed to complete Sanguine's task. By employing a brief but powerful chameleon spell right before casting Stark Reality, and exploiting the fact that she knew the spell would render her as bare as the Countess, she managed to appear as much a victim as the other guests.

The Vyper- Buffy carefully chose the story she told to the nobles. I'm so delighted that what surely breezed right over the head of the Countess was so insightfully captured by your gracious comments. Thank you for that, and your other kind words!

Rider- As you know, Buffy can really fumble when caught by surprise or confronted with something unexpected. Given the time to craft a plan however, she can indeed sometimes achieve 'cunning'. Thank you for your kind words and for highlighting some of the undercurrents.

Heh, the first time I did that quest, it was with a big Redguard ranger. He was detected, resisted arrest, then ran all the way to the White Stallion Lodge, where his big beautiful green roomie quickly came to his aid and gave the poor guard a lethal dose of her gruesome swordsmanship. I'm so proud of Buffy that she figured out a . . . less violent method.

I was glad for the opportunity to mention the death of Earana. Buffy will hear of it again in another couple dozen episodes.

SubRosa- You set several concerns I had with this episode to rest with your soothing comments. Thank you. Although Buffy will still stumble, all that education combined with some exposure to courtly ways is really helping her to wield some influence with her words. Not too bad for a forest creature.

King Coin- Thanks for the comment! Since whoever cast that spell remains a mystery, Buffy hopes to appear as merely another victimized dinner guest. She therefore hopes to stay off the Countess' list!

Thomas Kaira- A request for a Black Horse Courier Special Edition? WooHoo! Coming right up! Thank you. Although I doubt it will bear fruit, Buffy will (in this next episode) try to plant another seed that might influence the Countess' attitudes.

Zalphon- Thank you! To those milky-skinned nobles, I expect our suntanned blonde elf just looks like a dirt farmer who must toil under the sun.

Grits- Thank you for seeing the 'lessons' that helped Buffy select which story to tell. If only the Countess could see past the tusks, tails, scales and fur. To say the end of the story was 'so Buffy' is music to her big pointed ears! On the gown, I was delighted that Buffy chose the 'red velvet outfit' from vanilla Oblivion, rather than a dress from a mod or the Shivering Isles.

mALX- One of your faves! Thank you very much! I'm so tickled that you, and several others above, offered kind words about the screenshots for this episode. Buffy's approach to remaining undetected worked well. As a knight of Leyawiin, she was scared to death about getting arrested for treason against her own court.






Leyawiin - - Countess Alessia Caro held another of her formal dinner parties recently. We have often reported these events as somewhat dull, somber affairs. This one however was revealingly different.

At some point well into the evening, an unknown assailant cast a spell that literally stripped the event of its dreary predictability. In fact, the mischievous magic quite removed every bit of clothing from the lovely Countess and her fellow diners. The guest list included the Invels, well known members of high society from The Imperial City. Other nobles traveled from as far away as the City of the Great Oak to attend. Even one of Leyawiin's own knights, who was a guest at the dinner, fell victim to the spell.

Speculation is rife regarding possible motivation for the assault. Leyawiin is a city well- known for tension between Argonians and Khajiit. Rumors even exist of the Countess' own dislike for the beast races. When asked about a possible connection, a spokesman for the castle flatly denied any such rumors as idle and malicious gossip.

The commander of the Leywiin Guard, Captain Caelia Draconis, has ordered increased patrols, and launched an investigation in the wake of this grave breach of castle security. Given the lack of any evidence to identify the perpetrator, no arrest has yet been made.

Hildara Mothril, the Countess' personal assistant and advisor, made a brief statement confirming that Lady Leyawiin has no dinner parties planned for the near future. The Countess herself was unavailable for comment.


"Captain, give me your report," demanded Marius Caro. "Have you caught the criminal?"

"Not yet, Your Lordship." The Imperial's mail was adorned by the white stallion-emblazened surcoat of a Leyawiin guard. Her dark blond hair was severely drawn back into a tidy bun affixed to the back of her head. A Legion blade, with silver crossguard and pommel hung from her sword belt. "My men have interviewed the entire staff and have yet to turn up any leads. The only unusual person in the castle last night was that reporter. His credentials and noninvolvement have been confirmed."

"Bah! Reporters." The Count snatched up a copy of the Black Horse Courier from the empty throne next to his own and angrily waved it. "No doubt responsible for this!" He then noticed my presence. "I wish I could say good afternoon, Buffy, but this is a dark day indeed. Forgive my manners. Dame Buffy, this is Caelia Draconis, Captain of the Leyawiin Guard."

Captain Draconis and I nodded to each other. The Count then addressed those assembled in his throne room, "I would have a word privately with Dame Buffy. Please excuse us for a moment." The small entourage moved into the great hall, leaving the Count and I alone with a sole bodyguard, who melted discretely just out of earshot.

Marius Caro's face softened somewhat as he gestured toward the vacant throne beside him. "Sit."

My eyes flew open wide. "Milord?"

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."

With a soft jingle of mail, I did as ordered.

"Buffy, I'm sorry for the embarrassment this fiasco caused you last night. I might find naked nobles humorous, but such an assault to the dignity of one of my knights is another matter. As you can see, we are doing everything we can to identify and bring the perpetrator to justice. The Countess and I will, of course, compensate you for the loss of your gown. Alessia is humiliated and refuses to leave our bedchambers. Her guests all left Leyawiin in a huff."

"My condolences to Her Ladyship," I lied sympathetically. "Please do not worry yourself on my account, Milord. I'm a wood elf and quite used to wearing only my skin."

"You flatter me with your gracious response to such an outrage," the Count replied. "I have warned Alessia that her haughtiness would bite her on the bare rear end some day. She is convinced an Argonian or Khajiit is responsible for ruining her party. Although I can't say I would blame them, I do not jump to such conclusions." He lowered his voice and shook his head sadly. "I know full well of Alessia's foul attitudes regarding nearly half my subjects. I was so hoping that once I brought her here from Chorrol, she would grow to appreciate the wonderful residents of my county - all of them."

I gulped as I contemplated the audacity of what I was about to say. Could a knight be imprisoned for having a big mouth? "Milord, if I may be so bold with words for your ears only, are you not the lord of this county?" He raised one eyebrow, but I did not sense anger. Emboldened, I continued, "The Countess is a member of your court. You would not tolerate such attitudes from your other subjects. Teach her the wisdom that is in your own heart regarding these matters, Milord. Love her yes, but lead her as well." I squinted and cringed a little, fearing his response.

The Count rubbed his chin and stared at me but I could not read his face. I nervously wondered if I had overreached. After a moment, he replied, "Knights should be known for courage and wisdom. Your small size belies the large measure of these qualities I see in you. I shall think upon your words." He removed his hand from his chin, formed it into a fist and lowered it firmly to the ornately carved wooden arm of his throne, closing the subject. "Now, what brings you to my throne room today?"

I wrinkled my nose and asked sheepishly, "First, Milord, may I stand? I really do not belong seated at a throne." The Count nodded and I rose. "Your Lordship, I come before you to ask your support for a quest that I undertook long before joining your court. I feel bound to assist the small band of soldiers standing against the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch."

Marius Caro slowly sucked in his breath, clearly surprised. "I've heard of the desperate situation there." With pursed lips, he nodded his head. "Your quest is indeed noble, Buffy, and you have served Leyawiin well. How can I help?"

"I ask your permission to leave Leyawiin, Milord. I am trying to gather assistance from several sources, as well as improve my own ability to fight Daedra. I also ask that you assign Sir Mazoga to my quest. She is a ferocious warrior and willing to take up my cause."

The Count steepled his fingers and thought for a moment. He then separated his hands and clapped them together once. His patiently waiting entourage returned to the throne room. "Captain Draconis," he began, "Dame Buffy has undertaken the task of assisting the beleaguered force defending Kvatch. I have granted her leave to proceed, but would like to provide more direct support. She has suggested assigning Sir Mazoga to her quest. Your thoughts?"

"Milord, thank you for seeking my counsel regarding this worthy endeavor," the Imperial began, "however I do not recommend Sir Mazoga for two reasons. Firstly, County Leyawiin needs at least one of our knights to control remnants of the Black Bow Bandits outside the walls of the city. No one is better matched to that task than Sir Mazoga. Secondly, as effective as the mighty knight is for the independent duty of hunting down and killing bandits, she is not well-suited for assignment to Kvatch. She may be a formidable combatant, but she is not used to the discipline required to function as part of a military unit. The Kvatch commander - I believe his name is Matius - needs a soldier, not an independent fighter."

While still addressing the Count, Captain Draconis looked at me with a professionally measured, but earnest smile. "Dame Buffy's mission would be better served by detailing one of our own Leyawiin soldiers to Kvatch."

After listening carefully, the Count shifted his gaze to me. "Dame Buffy, what say you to the Captain's counsel?"

"I cannot dispute her wisdom, Milord." I winced as I recalled the 'I'm in charge here' lecture I had received at Kvatch, and could certainly envision head-butting between Savlian and Mazoga. I reluctantly continued, "Despite my affection for Sir Mazoga, I must agree. I know Captain Matius. It is indeed disciplined soldiers he needs most."

"So shall it be done," announced the Count. "Captain Draconis, please assign one of your finest to Dame Buffy. It is late now and I have business with the Countess." With that, he rose and departed the throne room.

That was very tactful of Buffy to remind the Count that he's the boss of his own court and it's high time he started acting like it! Much more tactful than Julian's approach to the question of support for Bruma!

On the one hand, I'm a bit envious of Buffy (and you) for thinking up the brilliant idea to drum up support for Matius at Kvatch, but I have to keep reminding myself that the first Gate outside Kvatch is still open, and none of the others have opened yet, while in my fiction, events are proceeding at a somewhat faster pace.

The BHC article is well written and quite suggestive (yes, pun intended)! What a great way to open this segment. By beginning with the BHC, we understand (or we think we do) why the Count was so irritated with it. What a surprise that he was more angry about the imagined insult to his knight's dignity than he was of the same offense directed at his lovely wife.

Oh, yes, Mazoga would surely drive Matius nuts! 'Tis better she stay home and hunt Black Bow Bandits. I quite agree with your version of Caelia Draconis. She's so much nicer than mine!

Oh and I keep forgetting to mention about your siggy screenshot for January. I keep smiling every time I see that tankard of ale in the legionary's fist. I've seen those guys drinking like fishes in the taverns, and wobbling on their feet. Oh, yes, seeing them makes me feel so much safer - not!

This post has been edited by haute ecole rider: Jan 21 2011, 03:48 PM

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."
Now I really like Count Caro!

He removed his hand from his chin, formed it into a fist and lowered it firmly to the ornately carved wooden arm of his throne, closing the subject.
I love this gesture! It’s as if the Count and Buffy are right in front of me.

"Dame Buffy's mission would be better served by detailing one of our own Leyawiin soldiers to Kvatch."
Yesssssssss!! And with no loss to anyone’s anatomy. We need a jumping up and down emoticon.

Loved the Black Horse Courier article - and how you have portrayed Draconis in this is wonderful !!! Miss Buffy's heart is greater than her ability to foresee the difficulties Mazoga's personality may cause poor Matias, so glad she listened to the wise counsel instead of taking umbrage thinking it was a slight on her friend !!! Great Chapter !!!

hmmm. I actually feel bad about all those times I've killed the count of Leyawiin.

A delightful edition of the BHC! Nicely done with the using a different font for the broadsheet. That makes it easily distinguishable from the rest of the story.

and could certainly envision head-butting between Savlian and Mazoga
Or worse, Mazoga might sweep Savlian off his feet with her beauty and charms! Where would Buffy be then!

There is quite a difference in your portrayal of Leyawiin and HER's, here the count is actually a much more honorable man and doesn't need the dripping craniums of former bandits to see reason It's only his newfound wife and her secret torture rooms who is tearing the city apart with her bigotry. Let's hope that our diamond-in-the-buff managed to give the countess a resounding wake-up call that her racist ways are not appreciated in these parts.

Although, knowing they way these people's minds work, this whole thing might just have been a shot in the dark. Bigots will be bigots, and almost nothing can change that.

Best Buffy leaves now before people start wondering where she really went while everyone was under the impression of her going to get her hair fixed....

Actually it is the Count with the secret torture room. He is the one with the key, not her. If you are in the Thieves Guild, the beggars will tell you that: "I've heard of a hidden torture chamber. They say that Count Marius interrogates Argonian immigrants from Black Marsh." So while she's your garden variety bigot, he is a butcher.

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leaving the Count and I alone with a sole bodyguard, who melted discretely just out of earshot.
I love the description of that.

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."
Brilliant.

She is convinced an Argonian or Khajiit is responsible for ruining her party.
I'm disappointed in the countess, but not surprised. Bigots will be bigots. I wonder how the countess would react to having her life saved by those she detests so much.

Captain Draconis, please assign one of your finest to Dame Buffy.
Hopefully, Sergeant Lucilious Marcus will get those orders he so very much desires to see.

In Episode 69, Buffy requested and received permission from Count Leyawiin to proceed on her quest to help Kvatch. The Count further agreed to assign one of his soldiers to assist in the effort.

All- Clearly we are taking some license with Count Marius Caro. Please allow me share some of our thinking. Timing is everything. In Buffy Fiction, we have portrayed that he has simply not yet been corrupted by the dark attitudes of his powerful new bride.

This is necessary for certain aspects of our story to work. The Count, at this point is a reasonably just, but weak man. He deals honorably with his knights, and supports Buffy's noble cause. He even seems concerned about Alessia's attitudes. There is no reason to suspect racial torture under his castle at this point. If such was the practice, it would almost certainly include corrupt leadership within the castle guard force. Buffy correctly assesses that the captain (Caelia Draconis), and especially the sergeant of the guard (Lucilious Marcos) are honorable and professional soldiers of the Legion who would not support racial torture.

Unfortunately, Buffy's hope that Marius Caro will lead his new bride into the light will not come to pass. Rather, it is the much darker and stronger Alessia who will, over time, lead the Count to racial butchery. That of course would be helped if the two strong leaders of the castle's guard force were no longer present. This very next episode will directly address Lucilious Marcos' future and drop a dark hint about the future of Caelia Draconis. I suppose one could imagine Alessia viewing Caelia as an impediment, and praying to the Night Mother. . . . Regardless, the transformation of Count Leyawiin is not central to our bowgirl's tale.

Rider- Thanks for endorsing Buffy's rather forward effort to 'advise' the Count regarding his wife. Buffy will indeed be trying to garner support for Savlian, but she won't be making the rounds of every city like poor dear Julian. One castle of nobles is plenty for her at this point! I'm glad you liked the BHC article! I considered using the one in the game, but rejected it and started with a clean parchment. Buffy is quite torn by the decision to send a soldier instead of her friend Mazoga to Kvatch, and very much appreciates your vote of confidence. Oh, and thanks for noting the 'screenie of the month' we have incorporated into our signature.

Grits- As with Rider, I thank you so much for supporting Buffy's reluctant agreement that a soldier would be better than Mazoga. Thanks also for the wonderfully kind words about some of our phrasing.

mALX- High praise indeed from one who has elevated Black Horse Courier articles to a true art form! Thank you also for endorsing the choice to leave Mazoga behind.

King Coin- I fear the Count's decency may become corrupted by his new Countess. Thanks!

SubRosa- Thanks for the BHC endorsement! Mazoga sweeping Savlian off his feet? Oh no. Buffy is worried now. After all as Mazoga says, "Not every woman can look like me." Or perhaps Mazoga would be inspired by a line from the movie 'Top Gun' and say, "Hey, you with the headband! Take that little wood elf to your tent now, or lose her forever!"

Thomas Kaira- Yes, we are taking some license with Count Leyawiin. I fear you are correct in that 'Miss Fixit' will not have any lasting impact on the Count or his Countess. I agree, Buffy needs to leave Leyawiin before too long. Thank you!

The Vyper- Thanks for your kind words! Like you, I don't really hold hope for Alessia Caro. When Buffy healed Alessia, she recalls sensing the darkness of the woman's spirit. Your insight once again is spot on in predicting who Captain Draconis will detail to Kvatch.



"Would you walk with me, Milady?" Captain Caelia Draconis motioned toward the heavy doors at the end of the great hall. "This 'naked nobles' caper has occupied much of my time today. I'm anxious to get out of the castle and make my rounds. I have a city to protect."

I nodded and fell into step with her as we left the throne room. "Can we drop the milady stuff, Captain? I'm a little uncomfortable with it. To be honest, I only became a knight to help my friend Mazoga."

"Very well, Buffy." Tapping herself on the chest, the Imperial then added, "Caelia." She smiled as we walked. "Yes, you are new to this. Although these nobles would never notice, you clearly aren't used to wearing mail."

"You're right, Caelia. This metal armor is just for show. Usually I wear clothes or buckskins." I then took a deep breath and said, "Um, I don't mean to presume as to who you might choose to send to Kvatch, but -"

Caelia held up her hand to interrupt. "Then don't, please. The guard I'm assigning to your quest is Sergeant Lucilious Marcus. He's a twelve year veteran of the Legion and native of Kvatch. Fine man."

I suppressed a squeal of approval. Lucilious was a friend. He had assisted me in knighting Mazoga and I knew his passion for Kvatch. "I'm sure he will be an excellent choice, Caelia." The castle doors were opened for us and we stepped through them.

The Imperial seemed to relax once outdoors. "I didn't mean to sound curt," she said as both of us lit torches against the night, "but I expect Captain Matius could use a strong sergeant as second in command. Besides, Lucilious has been asking for orders to Kvatch ever since that gate appeared."

"I really appreciate the help," I said. "Caelia, do you know of any way to get more soldiers assigned there? Would it do any good if I tried to petition the Elder Council directly?"

The guard captain cocked her head and looked at me. "Are you from a rich, powerful family?" Without waiting for a response, she added, "Are you sleeping with a member of the Council?"

"Well, no on both counts. I just thought-"

"No." She shook her head. "It's unlikely the Council would see you. Even if you somehow managed to get an audience with them, they would likely view your request as meddling." Caelia's face softened as she continued, "Tell you what. I'll send a letter to each of the city guard commanders touting Count Leyawiin's example. Who knows? Some of the other cities may send a soldier or two." She then looked up to the star-filled sky as if putting the subject to rest. "It's nice to be outside that castle in the fresh air. Beautiful night. Reminds me of my home, Applewatch Farm. Are you a country girl like me?"

"I love the forest," I quickly said with a smile. "Oh, I'm from Bravil. I'm not sure if that qualifies as city or country but I like it. The town is full of trees and a small branch of the Niben runs right through it. I have no brothers or sisters, and I lost my parents by the time I was twelve. The people of Bravil became my family."

"I'm sorry about your loss, Buffy. My mother, Perennia, keeps the Draconis clan in touch, even though we're spread out. My siblings, Matthias, Andreas and Sibylla are scattered all over Cyrodiil. Mother is always making lists and trying to send gifts to us."

"I envy you," I said.

"Well, I'd best get to my rounds. I'll cut a set of orders for Lucilious and have him report to you at the White Stallion Lodge on his way to Kvatch. Good luck, Buffy."

The Imperial then turned and headed into the night. I called after her, "Thank you, Caelia."

I made my way along dark streets toward the guild for some goodbyes. I figured after that, Superian and I would then go to the 'Black Mare' Lodge for a day or so before leaving Leyawiin. I hoped Mazoga would understand the need for her to stay behind.

*

"Well?" Agata met me with both hands on her hips and a frown as I entered the lobby of the guild. "I hope you gave Count Marius a piece of your mind. I couldn't believe it when you returned to the guild last night in bare feet wearing only the surcoat of a castle guard! Did they catch the pervert yet?"

"No, and they don't seem to have any leads," I replied.

"I so hope it's not another rogue mage." Agata lifted one hand from her hip and waved a finger at me. "Now, did those nobles at least offer to pay for the loss of your beautiful gown? I still can't imagine how such a thing could happen - and right in the castle dining room!"

"The Count feels terrible," I said. "He apologized and his steward gave me some gold to replace the dress. Despite the scandal, I must admit that it was kind of funny to watch those nobles running around without their silk finery."

The Nord's face creased into a smile. "I'll bet. I'd like to have seen that. I suppose it serves the Countess right for the way she looks down upon the beast folk. Since Alessia arrived in Leyawiin, Dagail has refused to yield to the lady's requests for a replacement court mage. I must say I agree with the wisdom of our guild leader. Tsavi is unhappy there, but she earned the position and it would truly break her dear Khajiiti heart to be replaced. I wish the Count would just take that new bride over his knee and give her a good spanking!"

"Me too." I giggled at the image. "I came by to collect my things that aren't yet at the Lodge, and also to thank you for all your help putting me together for the dinner party - despite how it turned out. I'll be leaving Leyawiin soon."

"It was a pleasure to have you visit our chapter, and I hope you won't be a stranger." The Nord then added, "Oh, Dagail asked that you stop by and see her."

I climbed to the second floor of the guild and found the old Bosmer seated on a bench, reading. "You wanted to see me, Magister?" I said as I stood in front of her.

"Ah, the old one and the young one, still bound together I see. Acadian, are you taking good care of your elf?" She closed her eyes, and after a moment chuckled lightly. "If your quest is to understand her, paladin, you will surely fail. She is not obliged to make sense." Dagail then directed her words to me. "And what of you, child? Do you listen to the wisdom purchased by centuries of experience?"

I couldn't help but smile to be in the presence of someone who understood that I carried the spirit of another within. "I do listen, Dagail, but I wish he could actually speak to me with a real voice instead of just thoughts."

"Voice?" Dagail touched the amulet around her neck. I could see that it was much more delicate than the medallion of her father that I had recovered from Fort Blueblood while pursuing a recommendation for the University.

Mystified, I asked, "What happened to Manduin's medallion?"

Dagail reached into the gold-trimmed folds of her black skirt and produced a familiar and much heavier medallion. I recognized it as the one I had given the Bosmer that she might regain control of her voices. "Agata was going through Kalthar's belongings after his death and found my amulet. I now have both." She held out the medallion. "I would like you to have my father's. You don't need to wear it. Simply having it in your possession should, with time and patience, help Acadian find his voice."

Could it be that the spirit so intertwined with my own could learn to speak? I stared wide-eyed at the object in Dagail's hand. Realizing that my mouth was open, I closed it and tentatively reached toward the medallion.

Dagail nodded and, with a smile, pushed the heavy chain into my hand. I managed to stammer, "T-thank you, Magister." I carefully placed the treasure in my pack, and wondered how much time and patience it would take before I could finally hear the voice of my old paladin.

Oh, there's a chance that our paladin could actually speak to dear Buffy? That would be soooo wonderful! I wonder what he would sound like? Hmmm, let me think . . .

Clint Eastwood?
Tommy Lee Jones (someone I'm particularly fond of)?
James Garner?
Mickey Rooney?
Rod Stewart?
Barry White?