Buffy the Bowgirl, Book 1, Thread 4, Do You Know the Way to Kvatch? Options

[King Coin]

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

[Grits]

"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!

[Lady Syl]

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!

[Destri Melarg]

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.

[Acadian]

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.

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94 The Tournament of Archers, Part 10- Provide Me Your Assessments, My Apprentice

"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: Screenshot

This post has been edited by Acadian: Apr 8 2011, 03:31 PM

[haute ecole rider]

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.

[SubRosa]

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?

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[King Coin]

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!

[mALX]

WOO HOO! I know who the beautiful redhead is !!! Someone who is going to choke Pappy for entering her without her knowledge !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

[ghastley]

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).

[Lady Syl]

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.

[Destri Melarg]

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:

"They certainly have some camaraderie," continued Daenlin. "On the way out here this morning, I saw them all ceremonially kissing the Lucky Old Lady and joking about."

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?

[D.Foxy]

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...

[Thomas Kaira]

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)!

[Acadian]

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.

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95 The Tournament of Archers, Part 11- Built for Speed

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: Screenshot

[mALX]

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 !!!

[King Coin]

My Pal

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.

This post has been edited by King Coin: Apr 9 2011, 05:44 PM

[haute ecole rider]

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!

[SubRosa]

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!

[Lady Syl]

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.