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Posted by: Acadian Jul 29 2011, 01:24 PM

This book began with Buffy being imprisoned in the Imperial City, 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.

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?s=&showtopic=4678&view=findpost&p=125360 began with a brief recap of thread three, then included Episodes 85-122.

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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 four consisted entirely of a massive storyline called The Tournament of Archers. Buffy spent nine days in Bravil as she awaited word from the Council of Mages as to whether they would approve assistance for Kvatch. She used the time to catch up with old friends, make new ones, solve a mystery, right a wrong and compete in the annual tournament to decide the champion archer of Cyrodiil.

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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 at the Arcane University to learn if her guild is willing to provide some aid for the besieged city of Kvatch. Buffy has vowed to help Savlian Matius free his burning city or die in the attempt. She will deliver on her promise in this thread.



"Good afternoon. Can I help you?" The question came from a young-looking wood elf seated behind a desk in the administrative office of the University.

I found myself staring at the lavender hair spilling over green fabric that draped her shoulders. The striking locks framed a face dominated by large eyes that were deep violet in color. She had a small nose and her mouth (like my own) was too wide. "My name's Buffy and I'm hoping you have a bed available for couple nights?"

"I'm called Malin." The elf rose to her feet to reveal she was no taller than I and that her robe had been tailored to fit more like a dress than a bag. She offered a hand across the desk as we appraised each other and said, "It's not often I meet someone as short as I. Oh, I'm a student here working part time in the offices to help pay my way."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Malin." Smiling, I released her hand. "Yes, it's quite refreshing to speak with someone eye-to-eye for a change."

Her fingers sought a nearby drawer and deftly traveled over the files within. "Hmm, Baeralorn, Boderi Farano, Bothiel, Borrissean . . . here it is - Buffy." She placed what I presumed to be my folder on the desk and opened it. "I see you're a graduate holding the rank of Apprentice. I'm sorry, but I can only put Journeymen or higher into staff apartments. If you don't mind staying in the student boarding area though, we certainly have a bed for you to use." Turning to a cupboard behind her, she produced a blanket. "It's been getting cool at night so you'll probably want this."

Accepting the blanket, I said, "Thank you, any bed will be fine. I have business with Raminus Polus after the next Council of Mages meeting. Can you tell me when it's scheduled?"

"That meeting was this morning." Still on her feet, Malin leaned over an open journal on her desk and flipped through several pages. "The Headmaster has a very full schedule for the rest of today." Her quill hovered over a page as she studied it, "Can I put you down to see him tomorrow morning?"

"That would be most helpful," I said, repressing a sigh at the delay.

"Consider it done." The elf dipped her quill into a pewter inkpot. After making an entry in the journal, she turned her attention back to my file. "Buffy, I see your annual guild fee is due next month. You can pay that at any branch or course, but while you're here, would you like to take care of it now?"

"Oh, that's a good idea," I replied, reaching for my coin purse. As I fished out the required gold, I realized how optimistic I was being. Considering that I was determined to go to Kvatch soon, would I even be alive in a month - much less a year?

She accepted my gold and applied her quill briefly to my file. "All set until Evening Star after next."

"You've been most kind, Malin," I remarked. "Tell me, how do like the University?"

"I love it," she replied. "I'm so glad to be free from living in trees."

"Really? You don't care for the forests?" I asked.

"Ugh, no! They're full of . . . nature. I was born in a treetop village north of Arenthia. All the women of my tribe are as small as you or I. Well, as soon as I was old enough, my shaman suggested I travel to the capital city of Elden Root and join the guild of mages there. It's not a big city like here, but at least most of the buildings are firmly on the ground. As soon I completed my recommendations from the various Valenwood guild branches, I headed straight for Woodhearth and swam out to the first ship headed from Anvil to The Imperial City. No more trees for this little city elf."

"What type of mage do you hope to become?" I asked.

"I'm a singer and a dancer," she declared. No doubt in response to my curious look, she continued, "Birds taught me to sing when I was young and, of course, learning how not to fall from high branches makes one pretty nimble. I'm studying illusion and destruction so I can create fancy light shows for dance productions. I want to be a famous entertainer one day."

"How wonderful!" I replied. "I love to sing, and my guild mates in Bravil tell me I have a pleasing voice for it." Remembering Acadian's advice about Savlian, I added, "Oh, and I hope to learn to dance someday."

Malin grinned, raised one arm gracefully and performed an elegant twirl. "Well then, we shall have to sing and perhaps dance together sometime. Oh, before you go, let me check to see if you have any messages." She looked through several boxes on the shelves behind her. "Here's a letter for you."

As I accepted the folded and sealed parchment, I said, "Thank you, Malin. It was wonderful meeting you. I'd best go settle in now and let you get back to work. I've had a long journey and am looking forward to spending some time this afternoon soaking in the University bath house."

I then made my way to the apartment of Boderi Farano, that I might pay a courtesy call on the Dunmer. There was no answer at her door. Asking around, I learned that she had been in meetings with the Council much of the morning and in the Headmaster's office all afternoon.

After finding my temporary quarters, I tugged off my boots and plopped onto the bed. I then examined the letter Malin had given me. The wax bore an imprint of what looked like a pair of crossed swords beneath a crown. I broke the seal.

Buffy,

You are a hard elf to track down. It was finally the recent Courier article about the Tournament of Archers that confirmed you are still alive and a member of the Guild of Mages. I made my way to the Arcane University as quickly as I could, where they confirmed your membership. I managed to speak to the headmaster there, who assured me that you were soon expected.

My name is Baurus and I hope you remember me. I was one of the Blades assigned to the Emperor when he was assassinated. It is urgent that I speak with you regarding his last words.

You have my assurance that nothing you may tell me will result in your arrest or confinement by either the Legion or the Blades.

While here in The Imperial City, I shall be staying in the Elven Gardens District. You may find me each evening in the tavern at Luther Broad's Boarding House. In case you do not clearly recall my appearance or recognize me without armor, I am a Redguard and will have the katana of a Blade within reach.

I beseech you in the name of Talos to grant my request. Again, I promise you safe passage after we meet regardless of what you may tell me.

In continuing service to the Emperor,

Baurus

I remembered the Blade named Baurus well, and his letter made me quite nervous that he might think I had something to do with the death of Jauffre. Yet, he had saved my life after the Emperor's assassin turned on me so long ago. He had also removed any record of my imprisonment and trusted me to complete the Emperor's task. What I mostly recalled about Baurus though was that the brave Redguard had been kind to me when he could have easily tossed me right back into a prison cell.

After much debate, some of it directed at Acadian during a long bath that afternoon, I decided to trust Baurus' word that he would not arrest me. In fact, I hoped he would believe my story and that I might be able to tell him something that could be of help to him.

I fretted over my clothes until finally stepping into a skirt of burgundy velvet. Its hem was trimmed in purple, just a shade darker than the blouse I dropped over my head. After strapping on some black sandals, I slipped into a black silk vest and laced it up. I pulled a brush through my hair several times, then tied a portion of it back with a ribbon. Figuring some credibility wouldn't hurt, I slid on my Leyawiin Court ring.

Once outside the University, I paused on the bridge leading to the city while I admired the breathtaking view down into the Valley of the Horses. Several animals grazed on the lush bounty below. A pair of imps hovered halfway up the canyon walls, diligently scanning their domain for wolves, lions and errant young horses. I couldn't see Superian and imagined she might be down by the western shoreline. Or, on second thought, perhaps she was under the bridge itself near the barn and pestering Thernd for some warm oat mash with molasses.

By the time my little legs carried me across much of The Imperial City, the sun had settled below the tall stone walls. Despite the delightful name, I had spent little time in the Elven Gardens section of the city. After asking a Legion soldier for directions, I found Luther Broad's Boarding House near the center of the district.

The tavern that comprised the ground floor of the inn seemed tasteful enough but not fancy - and it didn't smell of stale mead. I noted there was no welcoming fireplace which I pretty much required if I was going to enjoy a tavern. Behind the bar was a large balding Imperial wearing an attractive blue-green shirt. I presumed him to be Luther Broad. Oddly enough, a warhammer was slung over his shoulder which I figured was not a good sign. Nevertheless, the place seemed quite sedate.

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As my eyes fully adjusted to the dim light, I noticed a Redguard eating dinner in one corner. A katana in its scabbard leaned against the wall by his knee. Realizing that I had never seen Baurus without his armor or helmet, I was grateful for the hints he had given me to aid in recognition.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 29 2011, 02:03 PM

Well, now that we're baaack at the Arcane University, we gotta wait to see Raminus Polus?? Not fair! And Boderi's not around either? On the other hand, we got to meet a real city elf - Malin!

Yes, Superian is likely pestering Thernd for bran and molasses. Yum!

What a cute outfit, Buffy! No wonder Luther Broad can't keep his eyes off of you!

Julian's slapping her forehead while rolling her eyes at the ceiling. Now why didn't she think of that??

Posted by: Grits Jul 29 2011, 02:38 PM

The words “Conclusion” and “final season” cause some dismay, so I remind myself that it’s only Book 1.

I enjoyed the description of the University very much. It seems like an organized and busy place. How fun to meet Malin the little city elf! I guess when your shaman tells you to move out of the trees, you can believe it. I wonder at the resemblance between Buffy and Malin. Hmm.

Remembering Acadian's advice about Savlian, I added, "Oh, and I hope to learn to dance someday."

Buffy can be so adorable.

After much debate, some of it directed at Acadian during a long bath that afternoon, I decided to trust Baurus' word that he would not arrest me. In fact, I hoped he would believe my story and that I might be able to tell him something that could be of help to him.

I like this very much. Once Buffy decides that she’s on Baurus’ side, she won’t hold back. I’m glad Baurus used some manners phrasing his request, especially recognizing that while it might be urgent for him, it is certainly not for her! I’m sure he’s worthy of Buffy’s trust, not an indignant hand on her hip.

Beautiful outfit! The black sets off her hair while the purple brings out her eyes. And of course the sandals are super cute.

Behind the bar was a large balding Imperial wearing an attractive blue-green shirt. I presumed him to be Luther Broad. Oddly enough, a warhammer was slung over his shoulder which I figured was not a good sign. Nevertheless, the place seemed quite sedate.

I like that shirt, too. Warhammer, yikes, and Buffy didn’t bring her bow!

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 29 2011, 03:54 PM

her robe had been tailored to fit more like a dress than a bag
How did she do that! No fair!

They're full of . . . nature.
I see Malin is the exact opposite of Buffy and Teresa! How refreshing to see a wood elf who is not woodsy. Malin was a very fun and engaging character. I especially liked how she was not studying magic for the sake of scholarly ambition, but rather to help with her career. It is so nice to see magic put to real, everyday use.

You have my assurance that nothing you may tell me will result in your arrest or confinement by either the Legion or the Blades.
That was a good touch! I remember my first time playing the game, I was afraid every watchman was going to arrest me after I got out of the sewer! So now Buffy is off to see Baurus. I did not see that coming! I wonder how much of the main quest the Buffster might dip into now that our old Redguard friend has returned?


nits
I'm a student here working part time in the offices to help pay may my way."
I think an extra may sneaked in here while Malin was not looking.

I am one of the Blades assigned to the Emperor when he was assassinated.
Perhaps Baurus meant to say he was one of the Blades?

Posted by: King Coin Jul 29 2011, 04:13 PM

Malin is such a neat little elf. I loved Buffy’s comment “Yes, it's quite refreshing to speak with someone eye-to-eye for a change.”

A letter from Baurus? I didn’t see that coming. I am glad Buffy chose to meet with him. He’s a trustworthy man.

I’m intrigued. Looking forward to the next chapter!

Posted by: mALX Jul 29 2011, 05:39 PM

ALL NEW BUFFY !!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!



The similarity in size between Buffy and Malin perks some ideas of a possible relation between Buffy's lineage and Malin's ... oooh !!! That is pretty exciting just to think about !!

But then ...


KABOOOM !!!


My head just exploded with this letter from Baurus !!! ARGH !!! This is so exciting !!!


GAAAAAAH !!!



** mALX just died of excitement in front of her PC **


AWESOME !!!!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE !!!!!!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!!!!


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Posted by: mALX Jul 29 2011, 05:54 PM

Okay, I think I've calmed down a bit.

OMG, it is AWESOME !!! There are hints of foreshadowing, I expected that ... but BAURUS? GAAAAAH !!! That was a complete shocker out of the blue and knocked me OFF MY CHAIR !!!!

I don't know when I've ever been so excited !!!!!!!!!!!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 30 2011, 08:11 AM

*wolf struggles at the rear while mALX runs at Maiq speed over the hill*


A couple of chapters back-

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.
So true!

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.
Wow! The story is really coming alive in your hands and imagery. Buffy is not just a 2D character, she is now a part of the world that you weave!

Oh no! Aradroth did not finish top 5!!
Unfortunately I must take some of the blame. The week before the tournament I insisted that he take some aiming practice from Maxical. The poor boy has not been the same way since.

Also on the platform was a throne for Count Bravil, into which was poured the blue velvet-clad noble himself.
Very impressive writing!

Fathis Aren waved his hand, cascading the awards platform with a shower of harmless sparks that drew a hushed anticipation from the crowd.
That was a neat touch to put into the story.

Very interesting that you decided to not have Buffy win the tournament. I kept waiting for the leader to stumble but it never happened! I loved the part where Daenlin paid out on Buffy for missing her shots. There was sooo much wisdom that he imparted in those few words....

I really enjoyed the correspondence between Buffy and Savlian. Buffy’s letter contained a thousand “I’s” in it. That just goes to show just how much she is wrestling with herself and her own feelings for him. Over time she will learn to give herself.

To quote Jean Paul Richter- A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold....

That was just delightful the way that Buffy fussed over Ursanne before she sat down. I was afraid her own tea would go cold by the time that she got around to it. Lol.

I rose, brought us each a cup of tea and slid back into the seat across the table from my guest. I was struck by how much gray now augmented her brown hair. Had the change occurred too gradually for me to notice before? Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish? "Go on."
Me like! Me like!

A moment later the orc filled the doorway, tugging the drawstring on a pair of flax pants with one hand.


The Khajiit's eyes studied the horizon ahead of us while one paw made small adjustments to the rudder. His ears looked relaxed, but the tip of his tail flicked slowly back and forth.

I tried again. "Do you know what this axe I'm supposed to fetch looks like?"

Only a gentle flap from the sail replied.

Delightful writing, oh master paladin!
The Khajiit could be as deceptive as he seems, or he could just be a pussycat scared of the waves and water.

Posted by: Zalphon Aug 5 2011, 01:54 AM

*Looks at Malx* Alrighty then... *Looks at Acadian* Not a conclusion...

Posted by: Acadian Aug 5 2011, 01:27 PM

During Episode 123, Buffy arrived at the Arcane University, learned that the Council of Mages had met that very morning and was placed on Raminus Polus' schedule to to meet with him the following morning. She also received a letter from the Blade, Baurus. After settling in at the University and debating her options, she made her way across the city to meet with Baurus that evening at Luther Broad's Boarding House.

Rider- Thank you! Baurus' hints to help Buffy recognize him were inspired by memories of Julian's encounter with Baurus at the very same tavern. So, Buffy has you to thank for Baurus' consideration! I'm so glad I had room in this episode for a brief glimpse down into the Valley of Horses again. I hope Buffy will be able to have a chat with Thernd before she leaves in a few episodes.

Grits- Yes, this thread will only complete Book 1. Books 2 and 3 are planned to be quite a bit shorter, more like the Tournament of Archers storyline. We have extensive plans beyond that (if we live long enough, lol) for what I have come to accept as a neverending story that could eventually range numerous provinces in Tamriel. Thanks for enjoying a glimpse into some administrative aspects of the University; I wanted some bureaucracy, but tempered by a human elven face with a name. I thank you so much for your kind insights and compliments!

SubRosa- I knew our reference back to 'green bags' would catch your eye. I'm so delighted that you found Malin interesting, since you are a master of creating fascinating and mysterious minor characters. Malin is a distant minor plant for operations envisioned during Book 2, where her skills will come into play. I thank you for highlighting Buffy's concern that she might be a suspect in the murder of Jauffre. Thanks for the nits so I could fix 'em!

KC- Thanks for the kind words about Malin. We'll see her again in Book 2. I'm delighted that Baurus' letter surprised you as much as it did Buffy. You have good instincts, my friend - I too believe the Blade will prove worthy of Buffy's trust.

mALX- I'm delighted that, like Grits, you wonder if there is some common lineage between Buffy and Malin given their equal height and singing abilities. You are both correct; someday in the distant future, Buffy will be drawn to investigate her ancestral ties to the Strid River Vally portion of northern Valenwood. Argh - so many storylines bursting to be free and so little time! Darn Oblivion Crisis! I so hope you enjoy what Buffy learns when she meets with Baurus.

Wolf- Such a soothing delight to hear your gentle and encouraging words regarding the Tournament! It was such a joy to have Aradroth be a part of it. I hope you realize that he is now a permanent resident in Buffy Fiction!

Zalphon- Aww, thanks for joining us in this thread where Buffy finally makes her way back to Kvatch. She won't run away this time.

"Baurus?"

The Redguard lowered his fork and looked up, searching my face. He then rose to his feet. "Buffy. Or rather, Dame Buffy I believe it is now." The sadness I recalled in his eyes after the Emperor's death was still there, augmented now by what appeared to be weariness. "I thank you for trusting me enough to come." I could see the beginnings of age lines around his eyes, but the flax shirt he wore could not conceal the broad and powerful shoulders of a warrior as he indicated a chair across the small table. "Please sit." After we both did so, he waved the publican over.

"What'll it be, young lady?" asked the Imperial that I gathered was Luther Broad.

"The mutton's pretty good," suggested Baurus with a shrug.

"A slice of bread, wedge of cheese and goblet of Tamika's please," I said.

After Luther nodded and withdrew, Baurus said, "I guess what they say about elves is true. You haven't aged a day, although you now display a calm confidence that the young prisoner I met did not."

"Why, thank you, Baurus." I cursed the warm blush I felt rising from below my neckline as it traveled to the tips of my ears.

"Congratulations on placing in the Tournament of Archers. Is that article in the Courier true? Are you really a knight now?"

"Yes, I'm a Knight Errant, Order of the White Stallion." I displayed one hand.

After examining my Leyawiin Court ring, he said, "Congratulations on that as well, Milady."

"Are you not a knight also?" I asked. "Sworn to the Emperor?"

"Aye," said Baurus, "the Order of the Blades is more secretive though and we find such titles impede our work."

"Well, I promise not to call you Sir Baurus, if you don't call me Dame Buffy. Fair enough?"

Before the Blade could answer, Luther returned with my light fare. As I reached for my coin purse, Baurus held up his hand. "Please allow me to buy your small meal, Buffy."

Remembering Luciana Galena's lessons about men in taverns, I said politely but firmly, "No. I appreciate your kind offer, but I will pay my own way." I handed several coins to Luther, who thanked me. As the innkeeper left us alone again, I continued, "Baurus, I'm here because both you and the Emperor were kind to me. That's the same reason I delivered the Amulet of Kings to Jauffre within a month of being asked to do so."

The Redguard studied my face for a moment. "Thank you. Your presence here and your words confirm that the Emperor's trust was well-placed. Can you tell me anything else?"

"I learned sometime later that Jauffre had been killed," I said, "apparently very shortly after I met with him. I was afraid the other monks might think I had something to do with that. I assure you, Baurus, that when last I saw Jauffre he had the Amulet in his hands and was very much alive."

Baurus evaluated my steady gaze, then nodded slowly. "Brother Piner told me that a wood elf meeting your description spoke with Jauffre the very day he was killed."

"I confess I found him both rude and unkind," I said, "but I certainly wished him no harm and you have my condolences for his loss."

"They struck in the early evening, while Brother Piner was buying supplies in town and Brother Maborel was in the priory's chapel," said Baurus. "Jauffre's person and office had been ransacked. The Amulet of Kings was nowhere to be found. The only clue to his killers was a torn piece of maroon fabric clenched in the Grandmaster's hand; the same color as that worn by the assassin who killed the Emperor then tried to kill you. I never believed you had anything to do with the Grandmaster's death, Buffy. You held the Amulet of Kings in your hands; if you harbored nefarious purpose for it, you never would have reported to Jauffre."

"Thank you, Baurus. But if you believe me innocent and that those red robe assassins now have the Amulet, then why have you sought me out?"

"We have some clues, and our efforts to track down the Amulet of Kings continue. Recovering it however would be for naught unless there is someone to wear it." The Redguard paused as Luther returned to refill my goblet and the Blade's tankard. After the Imperial left us, Baurus continued, "You told me the Emperor mentioned an heir to you right before he died. Did Jauffre say anything about that when you gave him the amulet?"

I nodded while I chewed. After swallowing the bit of bread in my mouth, I said, "Did he not tell the other monks?"

"No," said Baurus. "After you left, he instructed the priory stable to have his horse ready for the next morning. I suspect he planned to travel directly to our headquarters with the Amulet the next day. I'm sure, had he arrived, he would have briefed Captain Steffan and issued his orders. That's why it was so important for me to find you. If Jauffre told you anything about the heir, you are the only hope to find him - or her." Baurus' eyes were intense, almost desperate. "Buffy, I failed Emperor Uriel. My only hope to redeem my honor is to see his heir take the throne. Please tell me whatever Grandmaster Jauffre shared with you."

I remembered my heart breaking at this brave man's sense of failure when his Emperor died. I could see him reliving the same pain now. Despite Luciana's warnings about men in taverns, I couldn't resist taking his large hand and squeezing it with both of mine. "You didn't fail the Emperor, Baurus. You fought off multiple attempts on his life. You also saved mine. I will gladly relay what Jauffre told me." I returned my hands to my goblet and, after a sip of wine, took a deep breath. "Jauffre said the Emperor fathered an illegitimate son named Martin, last seen serving as a Priest of Akatosh."

"Can it be that simple?" The Redguard's face lit up. "Where?"

I winced and, gently as I could, dropped the word, "Kvatch."

Baurus shook his head slowly. "I heard very few escaped when the Daedra invaded and can only pray to Talos that he is among them."

"I-I've been to Kvatch. There is no priest named Martin in the makeshift encampment outside the city."

"Then all hope is lost for the Septim line," he stated stoically.

"Baurus," I said, "I have reason to believe there could be survivors inside the city. The Sisters at Gottlesfont Priory told me that Akatosh will not suffer Daedra to enter his house. With their permission, I even summoned one into the priory's chapel of Akatosh, only to see it immediately destroyed. Anyone who made it to the chapel the night of the attack on Kvatch might have had a chance. Would it not make sense for a priest to seek refuge in his chapel?"

Baurus looked doubtful. "Alive after all this time?"

"Those in the Kvatch encampment told me the chapel was built on a natural spring and that its undercroft was well-stocked with food," I said. "The Sisters of Gottlesfont suggested that the Dragon God of Time would not allow those who sought protection in his house to perish. After all, every chapel's central altar is known for its ability to sustain or restore one's health and vitality through prayer. I'm not optimistic, but I suppose there's a chance." I lowered my eyes to stare into the goblet of Tamika's. From the crimson depths slowly rose an audacious thought. "Baurus, my quest is to help free Kvatch. I don't do it for the city or the Empire. Yet, if there is the slightest chance that your Emperor is alive inside the city, can you see that our goals intertwine?"

He stared at me for a moment. One dark eye twitched and the corresponding side of his mouth crept up slightly. "I believe I see what you're getting at."

Could this small elf actually recruit assistance from the Blades? "Baurus, my life for quite some time has revolved around closing that Oblivion Gate. When I leave The Imperial City I intend to do just that. Captain Savlian Matius is in charge of the effort up there. He will need strong sword arms - like yours - to retake the city once the flaming portal to Oblivion no longer blocks access."

The Redguard met my gaze with an intensity that suggested he was trying to sort through and evaluate everything I had said. Finally, he exhaled loudly. "I will ride at dawn for my order's headquarters. I know the request will be received skeptically. The Blades have been spread thinly, tracking down multiple false claims to the throne. It would help if you came with me since it is your ears alone that heard the words of the Emperor and Grandmaster."

"I cannot, Baurus," I replied with a wince. "I understand that your loyalty is to the Empire, but mine is not. Tomorrow I learn if the Council of Mages will assist my efforts. Regardless of the outcome, I will leave for Kvatch within a day or two. I have traveled and performed various tasks that only indirectly support my quest for far too long. The man I do this for is counting on me to arrive as soon as I can. I'm sorry, but I will accept no further delays. I have told you what I know and can only hope your Blades will believe the words coming from you."

Baurus looked disappointed, but said, "I understand. My hope is that Captain Steffan will assign me and perhaps at least another Blade to investigate Kvatch."

"Best of luck to both of us," I said as I stood. "I leave you now, that you may rest well and travel quickly. I hope to see you at Kvatch."

Baurus also stood, then nodded. "Kvatch."

Posted by: King Coin Aug 5 2011, 03:04 PM

Buffy! Baurus is not like the men Luciana Galena warned you about!

Well, it’s just become more important than ever for Kvatch to be freed now.

Buffy’s recruiting the blades instead of the other way around!

I was surprised that Buffy flat out told him that she was freeing Kvatch for Savlian Matius.

Good chapter! So Buffy’s going to Kvatch soon now? Can’t wait!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 5 2011, 04:48 PM

Nit first:

I think you meant fare.

What a twist on the usual! I thought he was going to ask Buffy to head off to Lake Arrius! But nooo, he wants to know what Jauffre said about the missing heir. *facepalm*

(Note to mods and admins: can we get a twirl emoticon and a facepalm one on this forum please? Please? Pretty please?)

Sorry about that, Acadian. Back to your post. Of course no one knew what Jauffre said about the missing heir. And of course Kvatch has fallen, and Martin isn't among the survivors in the camp. It's been a loooong time since I immersed myself in the events following Kvatch's fall.

I'm glad Julian's experience meeting Baurus aided Buffy in her venture. And Buffy, Baurus isn't like most men who offer to buy you a drink! He's a Blade, for Akatosh's sake! Still, I doubt he was offended by her refusal of his offer. He's got weightier things on his mind, it seems.

I really enjoyed revisiting Luther Broad's place. What a wonderful time here! And bravo to Buffy for saying no when Baurus asked her for help. That's something Julian needs to work on!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 5 2011, 08:22 PM

Jauffre and his missing hair? Well with her alchemical knowledge, maybe Buffy could brew up some rogaine for him...


the warm blush I felt rising from below my neckline as it traveled to the tips of my ears.
This was a wonderful description.

I see Buffy has learned her lesson about allowing men to pay her way! Though I doubt Baurus would see it as an invitation for sex, better safe than sorry.

The Sisters at Gottlesfont Priory told me that Akatosh will not suffer Daedra to enter his house.
Damn straight he will not!

So it looks like all roads do indeed lead to Kvatch. Even if not for Savlian, now Buffy has another reason to return there. But how brilliant of her to try to recruit Baurus for the effort of retaking the city!

Buffy's resolve certainly shows at the end, when she not only makes it clear that she is not on her quest for the empire, but also that she will not waste any more time about it. As Baurus noted at the beginning of this segment, she has certainly changed quite a bit!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Aug 6 2011, 02:39 AM

I finally finished thread 4!

A ghost materialized beside me. Thankfully, the spirit was wise enough not to target Aleron and quickly floated to one side of Kurdan.
Just a question. What is Buffy’s conjuration score at this point in the story? A ghost would suggest that her level is apprentice, no? Is the clannfear/invisibility a possibility?

Kurdan managed to cover half the distance between us before I finally convinced the dancing cobra to leap from my hand.
I love this style of writing! Damn that recalcitrant snake.

Grasping the deeply imbedded arrow that protruded from my hip, I coaxed destruction magic to travel through the missile until it completely dissolved.
Very neat!

Tiny droplets of blood and spit seemed to hang in the air, as if the moment was frozen in time by the echo of his last word.
*wolf has just collapsed*
That was an amazing sentence, oh noble paladin. I can see that you are putting great work into your descriptions and metaphors. It is now your strong suit.

As I dressed, I said, "I'll bet Antoine was surprised to see you disappear from the stable. I'll explain to him about a mage and her horse when we get home."
I was thinking this as well. The poor guy will be distraught with grief.....

The childhood flashback and the meeting of Ursanne in the chapel of Mara was very sweet. She and Marz really are the standouts at that chapel. She always looked so small when dwarfed by the inside dimensions of the building, and you really captured the little-lost feeling. To then contrast that with a parallel childhood story of Buffy was simply awesome writing!

I don't know anything about Pelena except that she has good taste in men.
Buffy is now a smooth talker as well! What is next- The world series of poker?

Posted by: mALX Aug 6 2011, 09:38 AM

Oh I love where you are going in this! And slipping in that reference from the Sisters at Gottlesfont Priory - I remember when Buffy visited there and the scene where they summoned Daedra for Buffy to prove their point!

You've come around full circle now, threads are starting to tie in !! WOO HOO !!!

You really surprised me with this - I knew at the time that scene posted that it would tie in, but it was so long ago that I thought maybe I'd been wrong! You are rocking this new thread !!! You can't imagine how exciting it is to begin to see the drawing together of all the loose threads !!! WOO HOO !!! Awesome Chapter !!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 7 2011, 09:53 AM

First, congrats on Thread number FIVE!!!

Now, starting way back in 105: It is amazing what can come from the want of a good sweetroll! I look forward to seeing more of Zerina, I have missed her (I wonder what happened to Remko). I hate to be the one to have to tell you, but the video tribute to Morrowind has been removed by the user. My own fault for being so late to the party.

I still for the life of me can’t figure who the culprit is.

And now finally I get to see Alawen shoot! This should be good. I’ll be back in a sec . . . WOW!!! I love how you accentuated Alawen’s skittish nature amongst the crowd. But once she managed to focus on the target, she shot like the master archer I know and love.

After reading of shopping and sweeping and ‘Merchants Explode’ (really Delphine?), we finally learn the identity of our culprit. Reman Broder. Well of course it would be! I shudder to think of the sight that Aradroth must have made when he braced Broder in the middle of the night. Now we can get on with the tournament without the shadow of treachery hanging over the proceedings.

Okay, I know that I should be happy for Buffy what with her entire guild turning out to see her shoot, but I can’t get the image of Count Regulus and Viera Lerus out of my mind! As my three year old niece would say . . . eeeewwww!!

And was there ever any doubt that Buffy would do right by Alawen? I know in the past I have questioned her motives, but her devotion to those close to her has been a constant since day one. I just find it funny that Buffy would regard her kindness to Alawen as somehow sabotaging to Daenlin. I can only echo something that mALX said a few chapters back: Daenlin’s going to have to give her a lecture.

*ooops, most thoroughly, unequivocally, and eloquently ninja’d* (nice going Daenlin)

Now we finally can see what Daenlin’s training (and a lot of practical experience) has wrought. Well done, Buffy!!

Oh, and when Alawen calls her a ‘wet mess’ I nearly became one myself.

Then, on top of everything else, Alawen wins the tournament, only to be insulted by that pompous a$$ of a Count. Part of me wanted her to nock that golden arrow, but thankfully she shows more wisdom than I in this regard.

It was great to hear of Teresa’s encounter with the grizzly from another source. Even Teresa’s regular chronicler is a bit stingy when it comes to dishing out massive ladles of the praise, so it’s nice that the story has entered the rumor mill and she is getting the attention she deserves.

It’s also funny to hear Buffy express envy towards Teresa’s Beast Tongue power. I bet if given the choice, Teresa would take Buffy’s increased magicka and resistance to it. Just saying.

Savlian’s letter was the perfect way to shift Buffy’s focus back to the task at hand. What is it with female Bosmer that matters of the heart seem to suck all the IQ points out of their heads? I especially liked Buffy’s letter in return. The fact that she viewed the letter as forward just goes to prove how lovably clueless she can be sometimes.

Buffy’s ruminations about Savlian lead her nicely into Caught in the Hunt. I saw Ursanne and Aleron during the tournament and I wondered if you introduced them there to set up this quest later. Turns out you did.

Your version of Kurdan is sufficiently slimy! I can’t wait to see him get his comeuppance, but I dread Buffy’s reaction when she discovers the fate of Aleron. One good thing about commenting on all of these chapters late is that I don’t have to worry about spoilers!

The battle with Kurdan and Keeneye left me absolutely breathless! When Kurdan finally mounted those steps and charged I was afraid that Buffy’s Cobra’s Dance would prove ineffective against Kurdan’s hereditary resistance. Thank the Nine I was wrong. Dame Buffy triumphs again (and reconfirms the ‘Buffy Doctrine’ in the process)!

Ever the soul of tact, Buffy’s encouraging words to Ursanne paint a flattering picture of her departed husband. And her willingness to hand over all of Kurdan’s ill-gotten gains to Ursanne demonstrates her generosity of spirit. But, given the increasing frequency with which she gives away money, it is a wonder that her purse isn’t empty when she wants to go shopping!

And thus thread four ends with Acadian’s gentle lesson and Buffy’s first slight brush with the slow moving wheels of bureaucracy. After several days on the road, and NINE days in Bravil, the Council of Mages is just now going to meet to discuss the idea of sending aid to Kvatch! GRRRRR!!!

On to Thread Five!

That was quite the cryptic letter from Baurus. ‘Something about the Emperor’s last words’ sounds ominous. Why do I get the feeling that Buffy will be headed back to Kvatch sooner rather than later?

And before I get too far into the final chapter before I’ve caught up I just have to comment on another of those wonderful Buffy inconsistencies. She is the first to insist should she feel the need to pay another’s way (witness her bullying the money into Armand’s hands back at the stable in Bravil). But the thought of Baurus buying her a meal of bread and cheese is something that she just can’t do.

And now it turns out that all this time Buffy was the only living soul who knew the identity of the Emperor’s heir. That’s a very shrewd way of holding off on the MQ until Buffy was ready for it. It appears that all roads lead to Kvatch for our intrepid little elf. As one who has been firmly ensconced in Team Matius this whole time I can only say:

It’s about bloody time!!!

Posted by: Grits Aug 7 2011, 03:11 PM

Remembering Luciana Galena's lessons about men in taverns, I said politely but firmly, "No. I appreciate your kind offer, but I will pay my own way."

How funny! I don’t think Luciana had Knight Brothers of the Blades in mind. Buffy is cautious and learns her lessons well, poor Baurus. I’m sure Buffy’s graceful manners kept him from feeling like a perv.


Baurus looked doubtful. "Alive after all this time?"

It makes perfect sense that Martin and the others could be alive and well, given what we have learned. Thank you for that reminder!


"Baurus, my quest is to help free Kvatch. I don't do it for the city or the Empire. Yet, if there is the slightest chance that your Emperor is alive inside the city, can you see that our goals intertwine?"

Oh, my fondest wish for her meeting with Baurus is fulfilled. When she got the mysterious letter I spent some time viewing world events through the filter of Buffy-vision, and this possibility rose to the top. After all, it’s “their” Emperor who is possibly on the other side of the Gate, why shouldn’t the Blades close it? And then help free the city?


He stared at me for a moment. One dark eye twitched and the corresponding side of his mouth crept up slightly. "I believe I see what you're getting at."

There’s that secret agent training at work, a lesser man might have caused a scene. It’s not every day that a young wood elf recruits the Blades to help her not-exactly boyfriend. Only Buffy!

I hope she sees Baurus at Kvatch, too. I hope the barricade is crowded with help Buffy has recruited for her hero in a headband.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 12 2011, 01:13 PM

Episode 124 featured a meeting with Baurus. Buffy was relieved that she was not a suspect in Jauffre's murder, but surprised to learn that the Amulet of Kings had been stolen and she was the only living soul to know the identity of Uriel Septim's heir. She and Baurus discussed the chances of Martin being alive inside the besieged city of Kvatch. They parted with Buffy intent on proceeding to Kvatch and Baurus stating he would try to get assistance from his headquarters to investigate the possible claim to the throne.

KC- Even though Buffy doesn't know how to read men's intentions very well, at least she paid attention to what Luciana Galena tried to teach her. Yes, she will accept no more diversions; it will take her a couple more days at the University and a couple days on the road, but the blue mark on her map is squarely on Kvatch. Thank you!

Rider- Thanks for the nit so I could fix it. Thanks also for enjoying our twist! We have tried to work with the plot challenges of having that gate open for such a long time; hence, the death of Jauffre and Buffy being the only connection between the gate and the Emperor. I appreciate your endorsement of Buffy's choice not to accompany Baurus. On one hand, it might have helped generate more aid for Kvatch, but on the other hand, now that she feels qualified as a 'Daedra slayer', she is growing more and more impatient to get there.

SubRosa- Although Buffy considers her motivation regarding Kvatch to be quite selfish, she is not above exploiting or touting the 'nobility' of her cause to garner assistance (such as from the Blades). We'll see that again in this next episode. Thank you for summarizing so concisely why Buffy is going to Kvatch and that she grows increasingly impatient to get there.

Wolf- Regarding Buffy summoning ghosts to occupy Kurdan: At this stage in her story, Buffy was about level 14 and likely a Journeyman or Expert in conjuration. I suspect she could have summoned a more powerful spirit, but her priority was to produce a long lasting distraction, and she could summon a weaker ghost for a longer period. Conjuration will gradually become a much more important school for her. You are one of Buffy's 'godfathers' and we so appreciate your beautifully kind words and encouragement.

mALX- Thank you so much! A plot endorsement from the Mistress of Plotweaving is a treat indeed! I know I generally refuse to acknowledge that we even have a plot, but I see you have caught my humble attempts to tie several pieces together here.

Destri- Thank you for catching up! I know Alawen is a favorite NPC of yours and was delighted that you approved of how we portrayed her. I do believe she deserved to win the tournament. I'm so glad you enjoyed our review of the legend of 'Button and the Bear' as well as how we 'Buffy'ized' the Caught in the Hunt quest. I know that delaying the gate closing for so long is a credulity challenge - I so appreciate your kind endorsement of our efforts to at least partially address that. I must actually thank SubRosa for her kind insights in privately pointing out the challenges of delaying the MQ as I began crafting BF 2.0; as a result, I was able to incorporate some tweaks to render things somewhat more believable.

Grits- Given the supportive comments from KC, Rider, SubRosa and yourself, I'm so glad I worked in some reference to Buffy's bar lessons from Luciana - even though they were of course not necessary when it comes to the noble Blade, Baurus. I'm so glad you were able to view Baurus' letter and Buffy's meeting with the Blade through her prism. This last episode displayed Buffy's primary function in the Main Quest: she is the missing link between the Oblivion crisis and Martin. Like you, Buffy and I hope that her Kvatch arrival will see a rainbow palette of many surcoats.

"We are caught up in three conflicts."

I lowered the silver tea cup to my lap. "How so?" I was not encouraged by the grim expression seated across the desk from me.

"Although their motives are not clear, there seems to be a loosely organized campaign against us by the necromancers," continued Raminus Polus. "There have been more isolated attacks. We have special operatives gathering information on our enemy, their cells, movements and plans. I have just sent word to each guildmagister to brief their members as well as the local city guard about the potential threat. Teams of battlemages are actively hunting down necromancers in their lairs, while others are required to augment our normal contingent defending the University. That said however, I have just signed the orders for two battlemages to join your cause at Kvatch."

"Having seen several guild mates killed by the black robes, as well as having been attacked by them myself, I cannot dispute the threat they pose," I said. "I'm most grateful that the guild can spare some assistance for Kvatch. What are the other two conflicts you refer to, Archmagister?"

Raminus went on, "Another challenge is caused by the continuing absence of an Emperor. The Elder Council, via the Legion, is struggling to hold the Empire together. The Mages Guild generally tries to remain out of the political fray, but several of our chapters beyond the borders of Cyrodiil are concerned about being caught up in what may be a growing civil war. At a minimum, it renders communication and conducting cross-border guild business difficult."

"I've heard of the unrest in outlying provinces from Legion soldiers that I have encountered during my travels," I said. "And the third conflict you referred to? Does that involve the Oblivion Gate?"

"Exactly," he replied with a sober nod. "The decimation of our Kvatch chapter is a grim reminder of another threat posed by the Emperor's death. The Dragonfires no longer protect us from Oblivion. If our assessments are correct, it seems the Daedra Lord Mehrunes Dagon has chosen this opportunity to interfere directly with mortal affairs. We do not know why he chose to target Kvatch or, after all this time, why he has not pressed the attack. There are those who suggest that the permanent loss of Kvatch is an acceptable price to appease a Daedric Prince; neither I nor Arch Mage Traven endorse that view."

I kept my mouth shut as the Imperial rose to his feet. He filled a cup on his desk with steaming tea, then tilted the pot my way with a raised eyebrow. Since my own cup was almost full, I politely shook my head. He then reseated himself and continued, "These conflicts affect each other. The Legion is spread too thinly by provincial unrest to bolster Kvatch. The guild's priority must be the war on necromancy because we can expect no outside assistance to defend ourselves. Your Captain Matius has done remarkably well at containing the impact of that Oblivion Gate; ironically, it's that very success that hinders his chances of getting help from the Empire."

I felt anger rise within me as I recalled the ongoing cost of Savlian's 'success'. Taking a sip of tea, I used the time to suppress my feelings and carefully compose my words. It was both clear and understandable that Raminus' priorities were guild-centric. "I am grateful for the assistance you have provided, but is there not more that we can do to avenge the losses inflicted on our branch at Kvatch? Or to help free the city so the guild can be rebuilt?"

For the first time since our grim meeting began, the Headmaster of the Arcane University smiled. "We have taken several steps in that direction, Buffy. Indeed, some of them began as soon as you made your request."

"Thank you, Archmagister," I said. "I love the family I have found within the guild of mages, but I must tell you that I have taken a vow. I will help Savlian Matius free Kvatch, or die in the attempt. I'm sure you can understand how grateful I am for any help you can offer."

One eyebrow lifted as he seemed to assess the big words from a small elf. "I believe you, for I quite vividly recall the bloody heart of a Dremora that you dropped on my desk at our last meeting to demonstrate your point. You are not the only mage who feels strongly about Kvatch. After the city was attacked, we offered the sole guild survivor, Sigrid, duty at the University or with any branch of her choosing. She refused reassignment and insisted that her place was in Kvatch."

"I'm not surprised," I said. "Sigrid takes her responsibility to the guild very seriously and is an important part of the city's successful defense."

Raminus nodded. "Yes, her determination to maintain the chapter is what kept us from closing it. In fact, we have formalized her authority to match her responsibilities. You may congratulate Guildmagister Sigrid when you see her at Kvatch."

"When I see her?" I repeated with a smile. "I take it then that you endorse my desire to proceed to Kvatch?"

"Yes," replied the Imperial. "Rather than asking you to apply your skill to our necromancer scouting or hunting efforts, we are supporting your actions to help Kvatch. In fact, after written consultation with Kud-Ei, I have reassigned you from the Bravil branch to Sigrid's chapter. I am confident your research into Daedra Lords will serve you well there."

It made perfect sense of course, but my transfer to the Kvatch branch brought home the magnitude of my endeavor. Images of pillow fights with Ardaline and disastrous experiments with hair conditioner recipes were swept away - replaced now by visions of standing alongside Sigrid to slay Daedra as they emerged from that fiery portal to the Deadlands. I swallowed hard. "Th-thank you, Archmagister. I know Sigrid is dedicated to the defense of Kvatch and I will try to serve her well. At least there will now be two in her chapter."

"More than that," he continued. "Sigrid reports that despite the humble conditions of her facilities, a young Argonian with some skill in destruction magic has asked to join her chapter. She has accepted him as a new associate. Further, we have assigned a recent graduate of our weapon recharging program to the Kvatch guild. He left several days ago, laden with numerous enchanted weapons."

"Some of this occurred before the Council of Mages even met?" I asked, recalling that Boderi Farano had told me I could have no better advocate than Raminus Polus.

"Yes," he replied. "At our last meeting, you convinced me that you might be able to close that Oblivion Gate at Kvatch and, with some assistance, help free the city. I immediately ordered a full on-scene evaluation and recommendations from Sigrid. In fact, I delayed setting a date for the Council meeting until I received her assessment."

After a sip of tea, he continued, "I've also had several meetings with our Imperial Legion liaison to learn who we're dealing with and hammer out command relationships; it seems that young Matius has a fine reputation." Raminus opened a file on his desk and leafed through it. "Trained initially as a Legion Forester. Wounded defending a settlement in the West Weald from trolls. Made sergeant early. Sent to a line outfit fighting up north during the war between Elinhir and Falkwreath. Most of his unit was killed - including his lieutenant. Battlefield commission. Wounded again - badly enough this time to be pulled all the way back to the Legion hospital in The Imperial City. Recovered. Sent to Kvatch as assistant guard commander - likely as a well deserved break from combat. Promoted to captain right before the Daedra invasion." Raminus closed the file. "He's certainly got the credentials to be in charge of something like this. The Council of Mages was comfortable acting on Sigrid's recommendation to temporarily assign what battlemages we could spare directly to Captain Matius."

As I sequentially extended the thumb and fingers of one hand, I silently counted: Me, a recent graduate of the University's recharging program, a new associate and two battlemages. Savlian would be pleased with me. "Given the various fronts demanding the guild's resources, I am most grateful for your help and confidence."

Raminus leaned forward to place his elbows on the desk and studied me over steepled fingers. "Buffy, as you know, Legion service is a prerequisite for our battlemage program and those individuals are trained by Boderi Farano."

"She also trained me," I said proudly. I knew that Boderi had served in the Legion decades ago - before she joined the Mages Guild and more or less invented the battlemage program. I was quite unsure where Raminus was going with this. Given my big words about helping Savlian, did he expect me to join the Imperial Legion? Did they even have scouts? What if I didn't get assigned to Savlian? Buffy! Pay attention!

". . . matter clearly involves one of Boderi's specialties, so she was called upon to provide her opinions to the Council this morning. I believe it was her impassioned testimony regarding your skill and abilities that convinced the Council your cause is feasible. Further, when I met with her to discuss which battlemages to send to Kvatch, she volunteered for the assignment herself."

My eyes flew open wide. Realizing that my mouth had responded similarly, I quickly closed it.

Before I could give voice to a response, Raminus continued, "I denied her request of course. Given the various threats to the guild, she is badly needed here at the University. She not only trains battlemages, but also directs the efforts of our special operatives that . . . quietly perform a variety of tasks for the guild."

Still stunned to realize that my advisor, mentor and friend would risk her life for my cause, I managed to say, "Of course. I understand."

A slight smile joined an uncharacteristic expression on Raminus' face that I could only describe as sheepish. "After I endured some less than ladylike words for my denial of her request, Boderi selected the two battlemages for duty at Kvatch. She also wants to see you before you leave."

I tilted my head, "Will I be working for Boderi then?"

"No, she wants to assess your training and brief you on some details. You'll be working for Sigrid once you get to Kvatch. We all understand, however, that Captain Matius is in charge of the overall effort up there." With that, Raminus rose to his feet signaling the end of our meeting.

"Thank you again for everything, Archmagister," I said as I stood.

"Much of the credit is due to your own tenaciousness, Journeyman." A broad smile garnished the human's features as he reached across his desk.

Somewhat confused, I grasped his offered hand. "Journeyman?"

"Yes, congratulations on your promotion - effective immediately. You may consider it a well-earned reward for your service to the guild, including uncovering and avenging the attack at Wellspring Grove a couple weeks ago. Now, go report to Boderi."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 12 2011, 03:32 PM

Was Wellspring Cave only a few weeks ago?? Feels like a lifetime!

Loved the detailed recounting of the challenges facing the Mages Guild in this difficult time, not to mention the asides about the Legion being spread so thin. And the backstory involving Matius is close to my own (so far unspoken) backstory about him. Like you, I imagined him a former Legion NCO with some combat experience. Unfortunately, I can't quite say the same for the others in his command.

So Buffy has many allies at the Mages Guild. Would that Julian be so lucky when she enters the University!

And Sigrid is now chapter head for Kvatch! Yay! And Buffy can certainly take cover behind Sigrid's assets!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 12 2011, 06:58 PM

Raminus Polus concisely sums up the Mages Guild's issues at the beginning, giving us some explanation for why have been slow to respond to Buffy's petition for aid regarding Kvatch.

It was very clever, and diplomatic, of Buffy to phrase her reply to Raminus explanation that Savlian's very ability to contain the daedra was one of the things preventing aid being sent to him. Excellent of her to cast it in terms of the Mages Guild, rather than trying to appeal to simple altruism, or even patriotism. It does look like Buffy's efforts are bearing fruit however, given that two battlemages and a recharger are headed out to Kvatch to back her up. I wonder if the battlemages will be our old friends Arielle Jurard and Roliand Hanus?

the big words from a small elf.
This was a wonderful passage!

Congratulations to Guildmagister Sigrid! I loved Buffy's memories of pillowfights and hair disasters juxtaposed with visions of daedra slayage.

Buffy finally gets the skinny on Savlian! He certainly does have quite a career behind him. A forester wounded by trolls? It seems he shares something in common with a stringy wood elf I know...

Buffy! Pay attention!
This was priceless!

And finally, Buffy gets a promotion! Does that mean a pay raise as well?

Posted by: Grits Aug 12 2011, 11:04 PM

Outstanding throughout, I don’t know where to begin. How wonderful that Buffy is reassigned to Kvatch, with a promotion. More responsibility for the same pay? Or does she get a discount on her dues now? I’m sure she would have gone anyway, but it’s so much better with her guild’s blessing and support. Two battlemages for Savlian, huzzah! And Sigrid is the Guildmagister there, I couldn’t be more pleased.

It was great to hear some of Savlian’s background. Interesting that he chose to be a Legion Forrester first. I think everything we learned is good, it would stink to find out he’s a city boy who's allergic to trees or something.

I was quite unsure where Raminus was going with this.

But instead of paying attention, there was a buzz buzz buzz part in the middle of his point. How funny!

To Boderi first, then on to Kvatch!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 12 2011, 11:12 PM

Ah, proven wrong once again! It seems that the esteemed Raminus Polus (he really needs to change his name!) has been busy since Buffy made her initial request. Turns out that Boderi was absolutely correct in her assessment of the man. I am left to wonder, with the Legion dealing with matters of a provincial nature, and with the attacks of the necromancers confined to isolated skirmishes; wouldn’t it be prudent of the Guild to deploy their vast resources in dealing with the more immediate threat from Oblivion? I can imagine how such an argument must have been received by the Council of Mages, especially given this:

There wouldn’t happen to be a fellow named Chamberlain among them, would there?

I enjoyed the background that you have given to Savlian. I especially liked that, after suffering his second set of wounds that were severe enough to send him back for convalescence in the Imperial City, he didn't sit on his laurels at the more 'peaceful' posting in Kvatch. No, our Savlian did enough there that the Count (presumably) was comfortable promoting him to Captain of the Guard! No wonder Buffy carries such an over-sized torch!

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 13 2011, 03:57 AM

I am posting again, friend Acadian.

Although I had seen this plotline emerging for some time, still it gives me great pleasure to see it emerge in full bloom...

AND NOW TO BOOK TWO!!! KVATCH AND ROMANCE! RESCUE AND RIPPEROO!!! KISSES AND KOMBAT!!

W...OOO....OOH HOOOO!!!

Posted by: King Coin Aug 13 2011, 04:28 AM

I kept my mouth shut
Hey! Buffy’s learning a little diplomacy

Who’s the young Argonian with destruction talent? And the weapon charger? Can’t wait to meet them through Buffy.

Buffy got promoted! Now does that actually mean anything or is it just a title like it is in the game? Oh! Does she get an apartment now instead of bedding down in the general quarters?

Echoing H.E.R. : Was Wellspring Cave only a few weeks ago?? Feels like a lifetime!

Posted by: mALX Aug 13 2011, 06:02 AM

Destri already quoted my fave places - the wheels are really beginning to turn now, and Buffy is showing a marked maturity and determination as she is heading toward her destiny! AWESOME WRITE !!!

Posted by: MyCat Aug 15 2011, 02:54 AM

Buffy has quite an army now.

Nit: Forrester should probably be Forester.

Posted by: Zalphon Aug 19 2011, 06:25 PM

Man, it's sad to see this get closer and closer to an end...

Posted by: Acadian Aug 20 2011, 02:15 AM

During Episode 125, Buffy learned from Raminus Polus that her request for aid to Kvatch had not sat idle. Despite other challenges to the guild, Buffy learned that arcane assistance included two battlemages, a recent graduate of the weapon recharging program and reassignment of Buffy to Kvatch. She also learned that Sigrid was now in charge of the guild branch there and had been able to recruit at least one new associate. Finally, Raminus informed Buffy that she had just been promoted to Journeyman, and directed her to report to Boderi Farano for further briefing.

Rider- Yes, believe it or not, Wellspring was only a couple weeks ago in Buffy’s time. I agree that it seems forevvver ago! I’m glad you enjoyed the touch of background on Savlian. Thank you!

SubRosa- Thanks for noting that Buffy was actually clever enough to couch her desires to Raminus in ‘what is good for the guild’ terms. I’m so glad that came through. Buffy will ask Boderi which battlemages she assigned to Kvatch in this next episode, but your instincts are spot on as ever!

Grits- Thanks for noting Buffy’s wandering attention while Raminus was talking to her. I so appreciate your kind words!

Destri- Old business: I appreciate that a couple comments ago you let me know the link for Zerina’s Morrowind tribute had been removed. I inserted another one in there - just another tribute using Call to Magic and less than two minutes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1OWPLYGXvI&feature=related

Given the challenges to the guild, I was quite proud that Raminus came through pretty well for Buffy. Yes, Boderi is stunningly perceptive it seems. Thanks for enjoying the touch of background on Savlian. I've always felt that when it comes to a noble and selfless hero, he is the gritty real deal.

Foxy- Thank you for your well wishes as Buffy heads for kisses and kombat!

KC- Thank you! We’ll learn a little more about the other members of Sigrid’s guild. Hee! Yes, maybe Buffy will get an apartment when she next visits the University! Readers: We are so humbled that dear KC crafted a special mod called ‘Buffy’s Apartment’ that she accesses from upstairs in the Mystic Archives – it is simply beautiful.

mALX- Thank you so much for your wonderful encouragement! Yes, lots of pieces are coming together (and a few falling onto the cobblestones).

MyCat- I’ll bet they’re gonna need more tents at the encampment by the time Buffy gets there! Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

Zalphon- Thank you. Kvatch is a significant part of Buffy’s destiny.

As the magicka settled over me, I disappeared and took a step back. In my stead materialized the bones of a skeleton that crouched, scanning for a target.

Boderi Farano lightly but rapidly swatted the undead's steel shield with the flat of her short sword several times. In return, the skeleton raised its axe to retaliate.

I surrendered my invisibility and, with a spell, sent the summon fleeing for a corner of the practice room. As I reached to unshoulder Slayer, Boderi stopped me with a raised glowing hand. The painless dispel effect she discharged into me caused my skeleton to evaporate.

"Your spells that combine a summon and invisibility are very useful," she said. Her tone brought back memories of how hard I worked to earn her praise when I was a student. "It can allow you to escape while your foe is distracted, or give you some precious moments to poison an arrow or even determine your next move. But enough for now. I've had you casting spells for almost an hour." She smiled. "Your skill continues to grow, Journeyman."

I grinned at her use of my new rank. "I practice almost every night before bed, just like you taught me."

The Dunmer's elegant brow furrowed in concern. "After our long talk this morning to catch up on your adventures, I'm troubled that you still have no long range magical attack of any real power."

I frowned. "Despite chiding and encouragement from Delphine Jend of my chapter - I mean my former chapter - my ability with the elements really only qualifies me to work for an innkeeper. I mean, I can warm tea and bathwater, light candles and chill bottles of beer. I can kill a mud crab at distance by magic, but that's about it. Slayer is my long range attack."

"Yes," said Boderi. "I know you rely on your bow, but I was quite concerned to hear that a wraith was able to dislodge it from your hand aboard that shipwreck. It seems your challenge with destruction magic continues to be primarily with the elements. You have truly mastered a pair of other effects from the school: drain speed and weakness to poison."

"You know I've always had trouble with destruction," I pouted, "and have focused my efforts on those two effects - again, like you told me to. They complement Slayer beautifully. As difficult as that school of magic is for me, I fear if I focus on fire, ice and lightning, it will be at the expense of other things. Maintaining all these magical abilities takes lots of time, and Slayer is a demanding mistress as well."

"What about damage health, Buffy?" There is a relationship between restoring health and taking it away. Even though damaging health is a destruction effect, I wonder if your considerable skill in restoration can help here?"

"You forget, my mentor, that my real skill with restoration is the laying on of hands. Yes, I can restore, absorb or even destroy health with equal ability, but not without the physical connection of touch." I shook my head. "Without Slayer, I must convince distant foes to fight each other, or summon a helper who can cast more effective elemental spells than I. Although close range terrifies me, I can deal magical damage much more effectively there. If I am out of arrows, Slayer is knocked from my hand or when I am fighting under water, my touch spell that combines paralyze and absorb health is very helpful. Of course, that assumes I can stay on my feet or at least remain upright if under water."

"Have you considered the long range special healing power offered by the Ritual birthsign stone?" she asked. “Perhaps that could coax some distance out of your absorb or damage health spells?”

"I have," I replied, "but I won't give up my dancing cobra provided by the Serpent stone. It has saved my life too many times. It’s a fine ranged attack actually, but I can only use it once a day.”

"Then, you must learn to summon more powerful helpers. What about learning to call forth a clannfear? They are almost as fast as an arrow."

"No!" I shuddered. "They scare the pee out of me, Boderi. Only by fighting them in Peryite's Pits was I able to learn to control my terror of being eaten by clannfears. Even though I'm going to Kvatch to kill them, they still sometimes give me nightmares. Besides, my skill with conjuration is not enough to summon powerful helpers for very long."

Boderi looked at me pensively. "I submit that if a clannfear inspires terror in you, it can have the same effect on your foes. That particular Daedra is everything that you are not: strong, heavily armored, fearless and attacks instinctively in a flash without having to think or formulate a plan. Just keep it in mind for the future. In the meantime, I know how we can improve your skill with conjuration." She pointed to my leg. "Give me your hunting knife and sheath."

Not questioning the one who had trained me as a mystic archer, I undid my thigh straps and wrapped them around my sheathed hunting blade. I then presented the tool to Boderi, who placed it in a nearby chest.

"Summon a small blade," she ordered.

I thought about the spell for a moment, then lifted a glowing fist. I opened my hand briefly to release the magic, then closed my fingers around the delicate handle of an elven dagger that appeared.

Boderi lifted an eyebrow. "I see you did not purchase Edgar Vautrine's cheap bound dagger spell."

"Oh no," I replied. "Alberic Litte sold me this spell in Chorrol when I was there long ago for my University recommendation. He suggested that an elf should summon elven weaponry."

After a chuckle, Boderi said, "Use that when you need to cut your arrows free or other chores requiring a knife. I want you to craft a longer spell so it will last for whatever task you require. Over time, your conjuration skill will improve effortlessly." She smiled. "And unlike a permanent knife, you don't have to clean it when you're done."

My brief spell expired and the elegant dagger evaporated into a puff of yellowish vapor. "I will do as you say, Boderi. In fact I have quite a list of spells to craft before I leave for Kvatch. Some are new, but many are just more powerful versions of ones I already use."

"Good. I also want you to see Borissean today. He has been working with a whole suite of utility bound item spells. Simple things like towels, cups, torches and repair hammers. Get him to teach you some of those spells; using them will reduce what you must carry in your pack while further improving your conjuration skill." After I obediently nodded, she continued, "Now, have you made any progress at casting from other than a standing position?"

"Yes, I can now cast a spell if I am crouched, but not sitting, lying down or even kneeling."

"I know very few mages who can cast a spell from a chair or bed, but over time, you should be able to cast while kneeling," she said. "When you practice your spells, try it from one knee first and experiment with differing foot positions. If you're badly hurt it is much easier to get to your knees than your feet."

"You're right, Boderi. I almost couldn't get to my feet when that Khajiit archer's arrow knocked me down at Fort Grief."

"Exactly," said the Dunmer. "Now, let's go work on those new spells you were talking about."

Side by side, we left the practice rooms.

"So," I chirped as we walked toward the Praxographical Center, "is my friend Cassius Vinipter one of the battlemages you sent to Kvatch? Or maybe Fithragaer?"

"No," replied Boderi. "Cassius is needed here at the University and Fithragaer is with one of our necromancer hunting teams. I selected Arielle Jurard and Roliand Hanus for this assignment."

"I worked with Arielle and Roliand during my Anvil recommendation. It'll be nice to see them again," I said. "Do you know anything about Sigrid's new associate?"

"Not much, Buffy. Only that he is an Argonian named Dreelius and, according to Sigrid's report, has some skill with destruction magic."

After a chuckle, I said, "Given my own deficiencies in that area, perhaps he will help round out our branch."

Upon entering the Praxographical Center, we selected a spellmaking altar. "Now," said Boderi, "what's on that list of spells you wish to create?"

"My first one is a preparatory spell that I envision chasing with a broadhead arrow," I replied. "By combining drain speed and disintegrate armor, I hope it will briefly immobilize a foe, preserve my stealth and allow penetration of heavy plate if I run out of armor-piercing arrows."

With a running commentary from my mentor, I crafted several of the more complex spells on my list. As I got to the simpler ones, I was able to concentrate less on the altar and talk more to the Dunmer. "What can you tell me about this recharging graduate that Raminus assigned to Kvatch?"

"Raccan is a superb addition to Sigrid's branch," began Boderi. "He is older than most students we see, for he was trained in Hammerfell as a master of the blade before joining the guild. He carries with him the distrust of casting spells that quite a few of his race do, so the weapon recharging program was a good fit for him. As you know, the calling of recharger precludes any spellcasting. He became a skilled alchemist while here though, as many with his specialty do."

"He sounds a lot more hands on than my friend Ita Rienus who recharges weapons in Bravil," I said, pausing with my hand on the altar's controls to look at Boderi.

"Indeed," she replied. "He can fight with an enchanted sword at close quarters, a staff at range, and recharge both in combat. He is also no stranger to heavy armor. All that, combined with his ability to make combat potions and poisons, render him quite the 'fighting recharger'. Raminus chose wisely, for Raccan is no parchment prince."

"He left for Kvatch with quite a bit of enchanted weaponry," I remarked. "That's what Raminus told me anyway."

Boderi nodded. "Several powerful shock staves. One for him, another to replace Sigrid's staff which she left inside the city, and some spares. Raccan selected shock because it tends to be quite effective against Daedra. He was also loaded up with a heavily feathered bundle of numerous enchanted blades for differing purposes." After a moment, Boderi added, "I know you’ve a busy day still ahead of you, but there were some items that Delmar couldn't finish crafting for Kvatch before Raccan left. I'd like you to stop by the Chironasium and pick up a satchel of rings that have been enchanted with fire shield."

"Oh, I'll do that," I replied. "Those rings sound like a great idea."

"When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Tomorrow morning," I said, a lump beginning to form in my throat.

Boderi's smile was bittersweet. "I'm proud of you my little butterfly. You still have the spirit of a dragon. I wish I could. . . well, I'm needed here."

"I know, my friend. Raminus told me. It may be awhile before I can return and I will miss you terribly. I'm also going to miss my guild mates in Bravil. I know however, that Sigrid will be a fine guildmagister and am encouraged by what you tell me of those in my new branch." Swallowing hard, I turned my attention back to the altar and said, "Like my new night eye spell, I'll make the light effect on this one last much longer than I could ever need. The powerful dispel-on-self spell I just made should be able to plunge me right back into darkness at a moment's notice. You were right, Boderi, I can make utility spells that last much longer now. I no longer need to carry torches, a hunting knife, or even rings for illumination or working around water."

The Dunmer's hands found their way to her hips. Ruby eyes sparkled with moisture. "Delmar has told me about your pack. The elimination of those items doesn't necessarily mean you need to buy more shoes and clothes."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 20 2011, 02:44 AM

Who can ever forget that pack!

Sounds like the Kvatch chapter of the Mages Guild is well on its way to restoring its former glory. Of course, with Sigrid as its new head (chest? ), how can it not? She is a terrific woman in so many ways, it's wonderful to see her get the recognition she so richly deserves.

I definitely will have to consider brushing up my new character's conjuration skillz . . .

And Boderi has every right to be so proud of her little butterfly with the heart of a dragon!

Posted by: mALX Aug 20 2011, 03:44 PM

This was a very Buffy chapter, sad and sweet - and funny!! I got a huge kick out of imagining Delmar ogling Buffy's pack (packed to overflowingly full of absolutely EVERYTHING, lol !! Awesome Write !!!

Posted by: Grits Aug 20 2011, 05:24 PM

As difficult as that school of magic is for me, I fear if I focus on fire, ice and lightning, it will be at the expense of other things. Maintaining all these magical abilities takes lots of time, and Slayer is a demanding mistress as well.

I like that folk must choose a focus and work at it, not just order an assortment of spells off a menu. Here we are reminded of the dedication that allows Buffy to make some things look easy. When see the perfect shot, we know the years of practice that came before it. Buffy has earned her skills.

"Then, you must learn to summon more powerful helpers. What about learning to call forth a clannfear? They are almost as fast as an arrow."

Woo hoo! And then Boderi teaches Buffy how to work toward that goal. I found this whole exchange very satisfying. The discussions of useful bound items and weapons recharging provided great insight into magic in Buffy’s world. I’m guessing that the bound towel is not a daedric spirit?

I’m so excited for Sigrid’s new guild members. They sound like a group of folks who will be up for the challenges that await them.

"Delmar has told me about your pack. The elimination of those items doesn't necessarily mean you need to buy more shoes and clothes."

Indeed, the need for new shoes and clothes is quite independent of and often exceeds the space available for them.

Posted by: ghastley Aug 20 2011, 07:47 PM

But isn't shopping a skill that requires plenty of practice, too?

Maybe not one that's useful in the Deadlands, though. Perhaps she will do better to spend her time on other skills. Certainly being able to conjure a Clannfear, as it will help her feel more in comtrol when she can match one with another of her own.

Posted by: King Coin Aug 20 2011, 08:31 PM

The Dunmer's hands found their way to her hips. Ruby eyes sparkled with moisture. "Delmar has told me about your pack. The elimination of those items doesn't necessarily mean you need to buy more shoes and clothes.

Gotta have priorities!

Aravi has greatly benefited from the Ritual Stone. Like Buffy she won’t trade its power out for anything else.
This chapter was nice. Buffy got to review her strengths and weaknesses and Boderi’s got Buffy some new spells to practice. Buffy has some neat spells of her own. I’m really happy Buffy will be summoning more of her items now. The discussion about the clannfear was great especially Buffy’s comments

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 20 2011, 10:53 PM

A nice start showing us Buffy honing her tried and true tactics. In fact this entire episode is packed with little tidbits showing us how things work in the Buffy universe. Bound repair hammers! Where have you been?

my ability with the elements really only qualifies me to work for an innkeeper
This was not only humorous, but a good example of how even with all of her tricks, Buffy is not a uber-powerful combat goddess. Her observation that if she focuses on other things, it will be to the detriment of what she already knows. Unlike Buckaroo Banzai real people just do not have the time to be physicists, neurosurgeons, race car driver, and rock stars all at the same time.

What about learning to call forth a clannfear?
Dum da dum dum! Maybe Buffy could start with something smaller, like a familyyfright? or a coupleetrepidation?

He suggested that an elf should summon elven weaponry
As indeed he should have! yay for Alberic! If it were not for the fact that all the bound armor and weapons in the game were daedric, I would be willing to use them. Because of that I have been modding the game to replace them with other, exotic gear.

for Raccan is no parchment prince.
Nor an ivory tower wizard!

So Buffy is going to pick up Delmar's sack? Seriously, it is nice to see the Mages Guild making a real effort here on the behalf of Kvatch, not just by sending people to help, but also providing some very useful magic items that all can use.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 26 2011, 01:28 PM

Episode 126 found Boderi Farano and Buffy catching up on the bowgirl’s mystical progress as they practiced with, talked about and created spells. Buffy also learned a little more about some of the guild mates she could expect to encounter at Sigrid’s growing chapter in Kvatch.

Rider- Thank you so much for remembering Buffy’s pack contents spread all over the floor of Delmar’s Chironasium when she was trying to find that mages staff! I’m so glad that you like Sigrid. I like her a lot; she can’t help it that her physical presence overpowers Buffy. I figure she has surely earned her guildmagistership.

mALX- Thank you! Words like ‘very Buffy, sad, sweet, funny’ are music to those big ears! We enjoyed trying to add a little more depth to her relationship with magic here.

Grits- Thank you for noting how hard Buffy has to practice to blend bow and magic - and the limitations it imposes. It seems so darn easy for those in-game battlemages to master it all, but Buffy and Jerric really have to work digently to blend magic with their weapon of choice! Thank you for your wonderful encouragement!

ghastley- Hee! Buffy is fairly good at shopping. Of course, being a clothes horse and an illusionist helps. Clannfears have played a big role in Buffy’s fears, but even when she gains the conjuration skill, she won’t be ready to embrace them for quite some time. Since you follow her chattering on the Oblivion side of the other forum however, you know that someday she will.

KC- Thank you! I think the Ritual Stone is perfect for Aravi – just the thing with all the scrapes she gets herself into! Yes, it seems Buffy just transitioned away from things like torches, hunting knives and rings of water walking in favor of spells for more utility purposes. Boderi has just given her a little nudge toward the ‘mystic’ side of mystic archery.

SubRosa- Thanks for noting some of Buffy’s limitations that range from strength and endurance permanently stuck at 30 to her struggles with the elemental damage side of destruction magic. I really like the concept of being able to summon some ‘mundane’ items like a handkerchief for example. I thought long and hard about whether to transition Buffy from her hunting knife to the in-game bound dagger or do a little pretending and use an elven dagger; Buffy’s vote carried the day. Oh, here it is, as Buffy prepares to cut an arrow from her victim: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/ScreenShot883.jpg

Dame Buffie,

I hope this letter finds my knighty little pal doing good.

Agronak turned out to be a real good fighter. When we got down to it with the wooden sparring blades, it was quite the clash. Buff, for the first time in my life, I've found a fellow who is more than a match for me. By the time he won, we were so hot for each other that we left a trail of armor and barely made it up the steps into the lodge! I guess you probably have to be an orc to understand. He's real good with his sword all right!

Anyways, a couple days later when we made it back out into daylight, I had him tag along with me to Rockmilk Cave. There, he collected some of them black bandit bows which I talked him into presenting to Count Leyawiin. I then asked the Count to make Agronak a knight like you and me and guess what? He did! It's a shame the shy Countess wasn't there for the doubling ceremony. I'm sure she would have enjoyed it, but I hear she's visiting her mother in Koral.

You should hear the Count brag on you that one of his knights is gonna save Kavotch and make Layowin real famous.

Since we got the Fighters Guild involved with our bounty gig for black bows, things are slowing down as far as bandits go. In fact, the Count even gave me and Sir Agronak some time off! My big green knight is gonna to take me to The Empireal City to show me where he used to work. He told me to tell you not to worry though. He's not gonna fight there no more, now that he's a knight like us.

Your pal,

Sir Mazoga

I smiled all the way through dear Mazoga's letter, deeply relieved that my meddling regarding Agronak gro-Malog had, so far, not proven disastrous. Glad now that I had told Antoine at the Bravil stable that I was headed to the Arcane University, I credited him with helping my sister of the black horse get Mazoga's letter to me.

I figured I would be gone from The Imperial City before the pair of orcish knights arrived. That hadn't stopped me from taking quill to parchment and crafting a response to my friend's letter, which was now tucked inside my blouse.

*

"Change your mind?" asked Owyn the Blademaster, clearly surprised to see me. "That recent article in the Courier says you're a knight and tournament ranked archer now. Want to reconsider fighting here?"

"No, Owyn," I said, "although I'm honored that you would still have me after I not only quit but talked your Grand Champion into leaving as well.”

"Hey, there's plenty more young bucks ready to jump on each others' swords for a moment of glory," the Redguard said. "We're generating quite a bit of excitement, hype and, yeah, a fair amount of blood over the search for a new Grand Champion."

"Well, I wish you and your bucks well," I replied with a slight wince. "Owyn, I've received word that Agronak will be visiting the Arena soon. He'll have a beautiful Orismer woman named Sir Mazoga with him." I presented my letter. "Would you be so kind as to give this to them?"

The Blademaster frowned. "Do I look like your errand runner now?"

I put on a pout and looked up at the Redguard. Then I did my best impression of Luciana Galena batting her eyelashes while I continued to hold out the letter.

Owyn rolled his eyes then snatched the letter. "Oh for Akatosh's sake! All right, if I see Agronak and his girl, I'll give it to them. Now get out of here if you ain't gonna fight."

I smiled sweetly and turned to slink out of the Bloodworks.

"Did I overhear you talking about the Gray Prince? Do you know where he is? By Azura, I've been so worried about him."

I found myself staring into the pleading hazel eyes of a Bosmer who could not have seen more than fifteen summers. He was taller than I only by the bright yellow hair swept up into a point above his head. "What's your name, young elf?" I said.

"I'm called Fanador. The Gray Prince is my hero and I'm his biggest fan – well, not literally the biggest - but certainly his most ardent and supportive. I've seen every one of his fights! I can't imagine why he just took off without me. Who's going to make his lunch or light his way with a torch at night or repair his sword and armor? Please, do you know where he is?"

"My name's Buffy and yes, I do."

"Oh, I could just burst! Tell me where he went, please."

I was quite unsure as to what Agronak would want me to say to this fan who seemed to adore him. "Um, I'll tell you what. The Gray Prince is expected to visit the Arena soon. I recommend you stay here until he arrives, and you can ask him yourself. How's that sound?"

With saucer-like eyes, he spouted, "By Azura, by Azura, by Azura! I can hardly believe it! Soon the Gray Prince will be standing right in front of me!" He pointed to the ground between his moccasins. "Should I wait right here?" His hand then swept toward the other end of the Bloodworks. "Or perhaps over there near Porkchop? Maybe I should wait closer to the entrance? No, I'm sure you know best. Right here it is then until my hero returns. Thank you, Buffy! I'll never forget your help!"

Once outside, I allowed a chuckle. After only a minute or so with Fanador, I could imagine that perhaps Agronak had left him behind to travel in peace and quiet; or perhaps he did not want to endanger the boy. I had no idea whether the mighty Mazoga would simply dismiss Fanador as an irritant, or tuck the cute little elf into her pack as she had threatened to do with me on occasion. While pondering these things, I found that my feet had carried me to the Arboretum District, with its wonderful statues of the Nine Divines.

Feeling quite insignificant, I looked up at the Dragon God of Time towering above me. "I know I am a child of Mara, but I ask your continuing protection of those who seek to free your city at Kvatch."

Not really feeling any response I hoped Akatosh had at least heard my plea. My heart then guided me across the plaza, past the central statue of Talos, until my hand fervently rested upon the feet of another Divine. "Mara, I am frightened and my heart is unsure." I felt her invitation and climbed up to sit where the hem of her gown met the pedestal upon which she stood. "You know me well, my Goddess of Love, and you understand my heart. Help me to make the right choices during what will surely be challenging times ahead." As I leaned against her lower leg, a feeling of peace wrapped itself gently around me. "Acadian, are any of the Nine special to you?"

I felt, rather than heard his reply. I lightly hopped to the ground and opened my mind to the paladin. He guided me back across the plaza. As we approached Akatosh however, I felt myself veering right. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of another of the Nine. "Kynareth?"

"I know her as Kyne," replied Acadian. "And yes, she is precious to Phantom and I."

“Then I shall call her Kyne as well," I said, recalling the texts relating to my Aedra studies at the University. Kynareth, also known as Kyne to the ancient Nords, ruled the sky. Oddly enough, she was also the protector of forest creatures. Given the disparate nature of those domains, it was no surprise that her worshippers eschewed conventional chapels, in favor of outdoor shrines. “Who better to watch over a dragon, her rider and a forest elf that fate has bound together?"

Although I did not doubt the power of Akatosh, I had felt nothing from him - probably because I was unworthy. Mara, on the other hand, had always accepted me and freely bathed me in the comfort of her love. How could I not love her in return? Tentatively, I reached up to touch the stone foot of Kyne. After a moment, I smiled. I could feel her presence caressing the spirit of my paladin - and therefore, me. "Can I love two Divines at the same time?"

After a moment, Acadian responded, "Do your feelings for Superian diminish those you carry for Daenlin? You are a small elf, but your heart is as vast as the skies and forests in which Kyne dwells."

"Thank you, my paladin. Tomorrow at dawn, we ride for Kvatch."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot853.jpg

Posted by: King Coin Aug 26 2011, 01:50 PM

I smiled all the way through dear Mazoga's letter
As did I.

The Adoring Fan?
That would be so funny if the adoring fan is seen next following Mazoga and Agronak around!

Nice visit in the Arboretum District. She had some time to herself in the big city and learned a little of her paladin.

Lovely screenshot of Buffy.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 26 2011, 02:37 PM

So Buffy finally meets Oblivion's most notorious character! His enthusiasm really comes through, as does his devotion to the Grand Champion.

I adored Mazoga's letter! That first paragraph is so Foxy! I bet that Agronak is real good with his sword, indeed!

Really enjoyed your exploration of Buffy's relationships with the Nine. It makes sense that she loves Mara, being a child of Bravil, but finds herself also drawn to Kynareth. After all, her chapel is the great outdoors!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 26 2011, 07:28 PM

Lost sight of your posting schedule for a moment. Now I have two chapters to comment on:

126 –

Hmmm, it seems that Boderi has forgotten the mechanics of magic in Oblivion. Quaffing a potion or poisoning an arrow would dispel the invisibility, unless it works differently in the BF. Maybe a short duration Chameleon effect would suit her purpose better.

As always Boderi is a fountain of wisdom in this chapter. I love the summoning of an elven blade. One should have the option of summoning more than just the daedric. I also like being able to summon mundane items like cups or towels. The latter should prove most useful the next time Buffy has occasion to encounter a waterfall.

And it is nice to know that Arielle and Roliand will be dispatched to Kvatch. They certainly don’t have far to travel. I always wondered why you never encountered those two later in the Mages Guild questline. I flat out refuse to believe that the lich you encounter in a certain add-on is the same person.

127 –

Buffy wasn’t the only one smiling through Mazoga’s letter. I think even Sir Rugrat got a chuckle out of it (well, except for the descriptions of Agronak’s swordsmanship ). Buffy’s handling of Owyn was fun to read as well. As Claudette Colbert once said in The Palm Beach Story:

I honestly think that Agronak would rather go to Kvatch with Buffy and stare down the daedra than have to face the annoying Fanador! I can just imagine Mazoga insisting that he accompany them back to Layowin.

Posted by: Grits Aug 26 2011, 07:43 PM

Oh, I love Sir Mazoga’s letter! Her voice just sings out from the screen. Or perhaps growls. I can just see Agronak, excuse me, Sir Agronak tagging along when they get them some black bows.

Whoa, the eyelash flutter/pout combo. Buffy has really progressed with her Luciana lessons, if she can get Owyn to deliver a letter for her!

"I'm called Fanador.

I was rolling throughout this mercifully brief encounter. Here we have a portrayal of the Adoring Fan that is both accurate and affectionate. There has to be a prize for that!! Only Buffy. If Sir Mazoga writes that she’s planning a trip to Dive Rock, we’ll know what she thought of Fanador!

How beautiful that Buffy found some peace within the city at the feet of Kyne and Mara, before she heads to Kvatch.

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 26 2011, 07:53 PM

Well, Sir Agronak has certainly fared better in the BF than the TF!

"Hey, there's plenty more young bucks ready to jump on each others' swords for a moment of glory,"
You cannot stop the pr0n!

It looks like Buffy's pouting and eye-batting lessons are finally paying off!

On the other hand, maybe Teresa's Agronak was better off after all. At least he does not have to worry about an Annoying Fan following him around everywhere!

And we finish up with a lovely time spent pondering the gods in the Arboretum. That was a very clever observation of Kyne being - by her dual nature - the idea guardian of a dragon, rider, and wood elf. Plus, a wonderful picture!

Posted by: ghastley Aug 26 2011, 08:26 PM

It immediately struck me that this could completely ruin a quiet afterlife! The annoying fan is the most-killed NPC in the game after all. so he's definitely going to be on the other side.

Posted by: mALX Aug 26 2011, 09:05 PM

Buffy's meeting with Owyn was hilarious !! Then to top it off, the Adoring Fan - Awesome chapter !!

Posted by: Zalphon Aug 27 2011, 12:45 AM

Yay, a letter from Sir Magoza! :smile:

Posted by: The_Lost_King Sep 1 2011, 01:04 AM

FINALLY, i have caught up now i can get back to my life, at least until you make another chapter. This is a great book and Buffy and Savlian are sooo cute together i can just picture. You really make Buffy come alive. I loved it so much i tried to role play, i failed miserably . I love y\the sense of urgency to the fights as buffy fights for her life.

btw what mods do you and buffy use?

Posted by: Acadian Sep 2 2011, 01:49 PM

During Episode 127, Buffy received a letter from Sir Mazoga indicating that both she and Sir Agronak would be visiting The Imperial City. Knowing she would be leaving for Kvatch before the knightly orcs arrived, Buffy left a reply to Mazoga’s letter with Owyn at the Arena. There, she briefly met Agronak’s adoring fan who was pining away for the Grand Champion. Finally, she finished the episode in the Arboretum District by chatting with three of the Nine Divines and her paladin.

KC- Thank you for those kind words. I’m betting we’ll see little Fanador again.

Rider- Considering how dramatically different Mazoga is from Buffy, I’m delighted every time we try to write for the orc that she seems to cooperate and come across well. Thank you!

Destri- Thank you for pointing out the limitations of potions vs invisibility. Drinking a potion does indeed dispel invisibility so I deleted that portion of Boderi’s remarks. It goes to show that Buffy doesn't try to combine disappearing and drinking enough to know any better – but Boderi certainly should have. Poisoning her bow while invisible however, does not dispel the invisibility so we kept that reference. Buffy's also learned that she can even change clothes while standing invisibly in the middle of the street! Handy for a little clothes horse.

I’m so glad that ‘Zoga’s letter met Sir Rugrat’s approval. I can’t help but channel Klingons when thinking of orcs in all their noble savagery - even down to their. . . vigorous mating rites.

Grits- Thank you for highlighting (as did Destri and SubRosa) that Buffy is getting a little better at working her feminine wiles. It was enlightening to me to visit garden of the Nine in the Arboretum with Buffy and a great chance to draw out some of her spirituality. Before heading off for the challenge of her life seemed the right time to do so.

SubRosa- Yes! Agronak did fare better in BF than TF. Naked tusk locking with the most beautiful orc in Cyrodiil certainly trumps getting killed in the Arena! I’m so glad Buffy talked him out of that place. Of course, there still is that concern about Fanador. . . .

When we walked the Arboretum long before writing the episode Kyne just demanded to take a roll – for exactly the reasons you mentioned. Thank you.

ghastley- After traveling a long dark tunnel called death, you see brightness at the end backlighting an awaiting figure. As you draw closer you can hear a repeating chant consisting of two words: “By Azura!”. A white aura surrounds the grinning blonde Bosmeri boy. You hear your own words now, “Oh dear Mazoga. I don’t think we’re in Cyrodiil anymore.”

mALX- Thank you! I can’t even think of Owyn without the wonderfully gruff character you have portrayed in Maxical’s story coming to mind.

Zalphon- I like the letters from Sir Mazoga too. They provide us a delightful little break from thngs like spelling and grammar for a time. Thank you!

The Lost King- Thank you so much for joining us and your kind words! We are currently posting an episode each Friday and hope you will stay with us! Regarding our mods, beyond a short list of utilities, they include a BAB compilation, Cosmetic Compilation Revised, Slofs Oblivion Horses, Slofs Summonable Epona (dramatically tweaked by me in the CS), Love Your Horse, Babarized Brash Leather Armor & Bows, BAB Fancy Shirt 07, Luchaires Neck Seam Consealer, Voice Set (Innocent), Spells Be Effective, Denock Arrows, Chase Camera Mod, Actors In Charge, OSR 1-3 (poses), See You Sleep, Portable Campsite, Bag of Holding, Short Grass, DarN’s dark interface. She also uses a couple of mods made by friends that provide a black version of her buckskin greaves and waterbags.

I opened one of the tall double doors just enough to slip into the main stable building of Equestria, then quietly pulled it almost closed behind me. Taking a moment, I let my eyes adjust from predawn darkness to the soft bluish glow inside. Like the stable at Bravil, Equestria eschewed the hazards posed by flame and used Ayleid glow stones for illumination.

I stepped closer to the Dwemer heater and rubbed my hands together. The cylindrical device that took the chill out of the cool morning air rose to the level of my waist and measured about half the length of an arrow across. Intricate designs were etched into the mysterious dark gold metal of its surfaces. Like the Orrery or other Dwemer contraptions, I had no idea what magic powered it. Nevertheless, with the manipulation of a single lever, it could provide flame-free gentle heat.

Feeling a subtle pressure on the buckskin of my boot, I knelt and whispered, "Good morning, Welkynd. How's my favorite mouser?" The cat, whose coat displayed perhaps every shade of brown and yellow known to mer, stretched, then circled against my leg as I stood.

I inhaled the intoxicating smells of leather and horses while reveling in what a wonderful facility Equestria was. The loft above was neatly stacked with feed bags, bales of hay and other supplies. There were paintings of majestic steeds and arcane riders adorning the walls above the long line of wooden pegs and racks that held beautifully cared for tack.

My eyes fell upon Thernd, who paused his grooming of a chestnut mare that was heavy in foal. The stable master placed a finger over his lips, then pointed to one of the large box stalls.

I silently mouthed a ‘good morning' to him then moved to where I could see through the open door of the stall he indicated. Superian was lying on her side in the straw that covered the floor, eyes closed and breathing gently. It wasn't often that I saw the mare off her feet.

The Bosmer smiled and stepped over to join me. He then quietly said, "She's happy here sure enough, and feels safe. Horses be herd and prey animals, so they normally sleep standin' for a quick escape from danger. As ye know, they're well equipped ta do so. Here though, between Bandit, the imp guardians and the other horses, she be feelin' protectively surrounded by a herd. Does ye need her up early this mornin’?"

I quite loved watching Superian sleeping so peacefully. After a moment I whispered, "We'll leave for Kvatch soon, but let her sleep some more." I then winced a bit as I added, "I-I don't know when she'll get the chance to feel this safe again."

Thernd continued to kept his voice as low as mine. "Inta harm's way, is it, for the speedy mare and her elven mistress?"

Before I could reply, I heard scratching at the stable doors. A black nose worked its way in, then coaxed one of the doors open a bit more. The silver gray furry body of Bandit followed. He ran straight to me, briefly buried his muzzle in my crotch, then just as quickly charged into Superian's stall to investigate the sleeping mare.

In response to the tail-wagging dog's loud sniffs, Superian's eyes opened. In a brief flurry of thrashing hooves that Bandit was wise enough to jump clear of, the mare rose to her feet. As the straw-covered horse eyed her audience, an indignant snort could not disguise what I clearly sensed as sheepishness on her part as if to say, ‘You caught me’.

"Your hair’s a mess this morning, precious girl," I teased while retrieving grooming supplies from our saddlebags that hung on a nearby rack. "Let's get you all silky, shiny and free of straw." I then began to inspect each of her hooves.

Thernd chuckled. "I see Bandit's back from his mornin’ check of the valley and happily nosin' the ladies." After fishing into a pocket, he slipped the stem of his unlit pipe into one corner of his mouth. "'Tis fear I saw on yer face when ye mentioned Kvatch." His words did not carry a question, but one bushy raised eyebrow did.

I nodded as I traded Superian’s hoof pick for her curry.

"What be troublin’ ye, lass? Is Kvatch so different from the dangers ye've faced afore?"

I looked at Thernd for a moment, then blurted, "I'm afraid of three things at Kvatch: Getting my heart broken, dying, and leaving Superian as an orphan."

No surprise registered on Thernd's face. "Well, I can't help ye in the broken heart arena; had me own broke a few decades ago and still ain't exactly figured out what I woulda done different. Far as gettin' killed, ye be but a small target and, ta hear Boderi Farano tell it, well trained. I can indeed be helpin' ye with that last concern though."

I finished with the curry and handed Thernd a stiff brush. "You mean what would happen to Superian if I am killed?" I began to untangle the mare’s long mane with my fingertips, removing straw as I worked.

"Aye.” He expertly started flicking the brush over Superian’s coat. “Do ye know Galerion?"

I thought of the large paint stallion that normally stayed on the eastern end of the valley, and nodded my reply.

"Then ye know he be the horse of Morandor - the Kvatch guild magister who was killed when Daedra invaded the city. Since ye be a Bravilian, I figure ye know Carandial and his bay gelding, Aetherius?"

"Of course," I replied. My fingers were now working on the straw and tangles in Superian’s tail.

"Anything happens ta Carandial, old Aetherius'll retire here as well. Ye see, Buffy, Equestria is like a lifetime guild for the horses of mages. If ye say the word, yer mare will always have a home.” Thernd finished with the stiff brush and switched to a soft one. As he began smoothing Superian’s coat, an approving nicker confirmed how the mare felt about this part of her grooming. “Now, nothin'll happen ta Superian's elf in Kvatch of course, but if ye mention yer intent ta Sigrid or Bolden up there, ye can forget about worryin’ over this fine mare and concentrate on what ye need ta be doin’ up there."

The doors opened wider and one of Thernd's stable hands poked his head in. "Mornin' boss, the barge is early and that wagon full of manure still ain't dry. You know them Waterfront types; if it ain't dry enough, we won't get as much gold for it."

"I'll be right out ta dry it, Gaenor", replied Thernd. "Go ahead and hitch Belle up ta the wagon while I help Buffy saddle her mare."

"You sell horse manure?" I asked as I positioned Superian's saddle pad.

"Well, it only takes a wee nibble out of our feed costs but it gets the stuff out of the valley. Between the crumbly texture and smell, the Waterfront folks are about the only ones ta use it as fuel." Thernd deftly placed Superian's saddle, checked under it for smooth positioning of her pad then began tightening the girth. "They sell the rest - not for much mind ye - ta some of the outlyin' farms as fertilizer."

"How do you dry it? Doesn't it take days in the sun?" I asked, adjusting the mare's bridle.

"Yer the mage.” He winked slyly. “Ye tell me."

As Thernd placed our saddlebags behind the cantle and strapped them in place, Superian’s ears perked. She now knew that these preparations did not foreshadow a normal local ride for exercise. Pawing the floor with a hoof, she clearly expressed her eagerness to be on the road again.

I tied on my bedroll and securely attached the last of our traveling gear to the saddle while pondering Thernd’s challenge. "Well," I said tentatively, "I understand there was a rather gifted young mage a few years ago who was trying to develop magic that would purge or dissipate water. The trouble, it seems, was limiting the effect to just undesired moisture. I understand the closest he got was turning a live wet rat into a dried little . . . brick. It seems the schools of mysticism and alteration never could agree on-"

"Buffy, we're not tryin' ta dry yer dainty little self off after a bath," interrupted Thernd as he rolled his eyes. "Who cares if ye kill horse manure?"

"I don't understand." I said, turning to face Thernd. "That mage discontinued his research some time ago I believe, without perfecting the purge water effect." In response to a gentle nudge at my back, I reached up behind me with one hand to rub the mare’s long nose and said over my shoulder, “We’re almost ready, girl.”

"Bah. Don't they teach ye anything useful up in that parchment palace these days?” The Bosmer opened the stable doors wide for Superian and I. “Ye simply freeze the stuff. Then, since the ice be magical, ye dispel it and yer left with dry manure.”

By now, Superian was fairly prancing as I led her out of the building into the brightening promise of a beautiful day. "That's brilliant, Thernd!" I grinned at the implications of applying the idea to wet clothes and buckskins.

The Bosmer shook his head. "University graduates - ye know everything but common sense." His eyes sparkled. "Safe trip, lass."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Sep 2 2011, 04:47 PM

Absolutely! Freeze drying's ta way ta go!

Loved the description of the stable and of Superian sleeping on her side. That Bandit, always causing trouble, just like his namesakes! Good thing that chestnut mare wasn't in active labor, or Thernd'll have trouble helping Buffy!

Superian is just like Blanco, ready to hit the road again at the slightest hint of a signal in that direction.

I wrote down the list of mods you listed, and will be heading off to TES Nexus to investigate them. My game is already fairly modded (though not quite on the scale of TK or KC's games), but there's still a couple of things I'd like to see improved. Skin texture is one of them!

I forgot to mention that I loved the partial anagram that makes up the Adoring Fan's given name. It's perfect! Fanador!

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 2 2011, 07:38 PM

The Dwemer heater was a nice addition to Equestria, not to mention the flame-proof welkynd lights. It surprises me how many places in Cyrodiil use torches or lamps, when those glowing stones are all over the place. All one has to do is dig them up, and you have never-ending light.

Speaking of welkynd, what a perfect name for a Mages Guild cat!

And how wonderful of Equestria to take care of the horses of departed guild members. That is at least one of those three loads off of Buffy's shoulders.

I see you continued my tradition of dung fires on the Waterfront! Such odiferous locations we have. Let's just hope no one tries drying it with an Enemies Explode spell!

in that parchment palace
An excellent name for the halls of academia.

So now we are off and on the road. To Kvatch we go!

Posted by: Grits Sep 2 2011, 07:42 PM

I inhaled the intoxicating smells of leather and horses while reveling in what a wonderful facility Equestria was.

What a warm and friendly atmosphere! Cats, dogs, wood elves, and horses. I could stay there all day! It’s no surprise that Buffy blurted out her deepest fears to Thernd. What a comfort that he could help with one of them.

"Well," I said tentatively, "I understand there was a rather gifted young mage a few years ago who was trying to develop magic that would purge or dissipate water. The trouble, it seems, was limiting the effect to just undesired moisture. I understand the closest he got was turning a live wet rat into a dried little . . . brick. It seems the schools of mysticism and alteration never could agree on-"

Hilarious and horrifying. Those mages! I’m sure the frost/dispel will be handy for clothing, but Buffy has been good at keeping her greaves dry lately!

Buffy and Thernd’s actions were perfect throughout. Superian went from asleep to prancing out the door without a break in conversation. Tremendous!!

Posted by: King Coin Sep 2 2011, 08:30 PM

I didn’t even know horses ever slept off their feet. I thought she was sick at first!

Well I think Buffy got at least one concern out of her system talking to Thernd. The others she shall see to herself.

Buffy’s got new quick way of drying her clothes now, not that she seems to get them wet very much. She tends to take them off first.

After all the physics classes I’ve taken Thernd’s way of drying things really bothers me, but for TES I’ll over look certain laws of nature

Posted by: ghastley Sep 2 2011, 10:43 PM

Freeze-dried dung! Why does that remind me of the instant coffee from my college days?

So do the crazy and impractical magicians. Except that they actually did do (induced magnetic) levitation fairly successfully in the end. It was just that there were some spectacular failures along the way, that were always a bit of a facepalm moment afterwards. "University graduates - ye know everything but common sense."

Posted by: mALX Sep 3 2011, 01:20 AM

I absolutely loved this little jaunt into Equestria - what a pleasant surprise !! Awesome Write !!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 3 2011, 01:30 AM

Leave it to Buffy to find an application for invisibility that never would have occurred to me! *facepalm*

There aren’t many writers around who could mine gold from a chapter in which there is no action, and the only conflict occurs when an impulsive dog wakes a sleeping horse! That you have been able to do so is testament to your prodigious skill, Acadian. There is so much in this chapter to admire: The description of the Dwemer heater, and the well-appointed stables at Equestria; Superian’s nap and her somewhat rude awakening by Bandit, who shows the canniness of his namesake by retreating in the face of a rising horse. I also enjoyed the unintentional wisdom imparted by Thernd when he tells Buffy that his own heart has been broken, but he doesn’t regret the actions taken that resulted in it. It is also nice to know that Superian will not go wanting if Buffy never emerges from the Deadlands (perish the thought).


I thought of freezing the horse manure, but using Dispel to dry it out completely eluded me. I agree with Buffy, that is brilliant! This was the perfect conclusion to the calm before the storm. I am anxious to see what happens next.

Posted by: Acadian Sep 9 2011, 01:01 PM

Episode 128 found Buffy and Superian - with the able assistance of Thernd - making preparations for a dawn departure from the University. Although Equestria’s stable master could do little to soothe Buffy’s concerns, he did put her somewhat at ease regarding the care of Superian should the mare’s elf not survive Kvatch. He also described what seemed to be a useful technique for drying inanimate objects.

Rider- Thank you! The Valley of the Horses and Equestria is a magical place for us and a joy to try and describe. Thanks for the endorsement of Fanador – we considered similar names ranging from Adorfus to Fanlin, but Fanador stuck.

SubRosa- Hee! Imp guardians, Bandit, Welkynd and plenty of horses – Thernd has plenty of fun company. I thank TF for first associating the Waterfront with using oderific but cheap fuel and proudly admit to borrowing from your inspiration. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the dwemer heater; it seemed just the right touch to highlight the fusion of mystical wonder + horse manure that is Equestria.

Grits- Gosh, your words warm my heart. I was so hoping to impart some of what Buffy considers the magically intoxicating atmosphere of Equestria! It was fun here painting Buffy as just a bit of an academic pinhead and loading up Thernd with common sense. It was also great fun using Superian as active background continuity for this episode. I was trying to show how second nature grooming and saddling up Superian was for Buffy and, of course, Thernd.

KC- Thanks! Buffy’s horse knowledge is limited to what Superian has taught her. She knew the mare sometimes slept off her feet, but didn’t understand why or when until Thernd explained it to her. I’m so glad you can accept the magical poop of physics in Buffy's world; it is such fun to live in a land where you can cast fireballs and summon helpers!

ghastley- Ah, so levitation comes from being induced magnetically. I just figured it was some kinda mysterious Morrowindy magic. So it looks like Thernd invented freeze drying! Thank you!

mALX- As important as the University and her mare are to Buffy, we simply had to provide for a stable for the Guild of Mages of course. And I’m so glad we did some time ago, for it is great fun to come back and visit and I love that it is part of BF. Thank you!

Destri- Thank you for those kind words. Coming from a master such as yourself, they mean so very much. Some of our favorite scenes are simple ones where Buffy's hands are busy as she talks among friends. I’m so glad you’re enjoying some of our common sense applications for magic.

Red and black banners depicting Masser and Secunda in quarter phase flanked the east gate to my right. The imposing spires of Castle Skingrad towered high above us on the hill to our left. Superian began to pick her way along the narrow trail between castle and city into the westering sun.

A dark feeling tugged at my memory as we drew abeam the castle. Superian stopped for me while I gazed up at the lofty towers and gray walls. I recalled the same discomfort when passing near this castle while I was here for my guild recommendation, but its significance was not clear at the time. After my experience clearing Gutted Mine on behalf of Azura however, the ominous sensation was unmistakable. "Vampires. Do you feel it, Acadian?"

"Aye. Have you forgotten that you are a Slayer?" he replied.

"Don't call me that!" I regretted my sharp tone as soon as the words were out of my mouth. "Do you suppose the Count or his guards realize there may well be vampires nesting under Castle Skingrad?"

"Are you going to snap at me again if I answer?" he said with a touch of humor. "I meant no offense."

"I know, my paladin. I've been irritable all day and I'm sorry."

"Do you think you should warn the castle?" He then added lightly, "About the vampires I mean - not your irritability."

I smiled at Acadian's joke, then pondered the question. "No. I don't feel like explaining how I detect their presence and I probably wouldn't be believed anyway." Superian sensed my will and resumed her trek along the narrow hoof-worn path bordering the city's southern wall. "Besides, I'm not sure what it would draw us into and I won't allow anything further to delay our trip to Kvatch. Surely the castle guard force is well equipped to deal with such matters, and we have more important foes to slay." The feeling began to ease as our distance from the castle opened behind us.

As we neared the stable, I noticed a Bosmer striding purposefully toward us. Superian stopped. The elf's long brown hair was swept back dramatically from a sharp widow's peak. He wore a brown and blue russet felt outfit with green leggings.

"Good day, sister Bosmer. My name is Glarthir." His eyes did not meet mine. Rather, they quickly surveyed the bow staff and forest of arrow tails bristling above my shoulders, then darted down to Superian's elegant saddle and the emblazoned stable mark from Equestria. "I have need to hire the services of a capable and discreet elf. You like gold, don't you?" Even when speaking to me, his eyes flitted in every direction, as if scanning for danger.

Superian's ears swiveled at the elf's disconcertingly melodious voice. I heard and felt a slight jangle from her bit travel up the reins as she nervously bobbed her head slightly. "My name's Buffy, and I'm not for hire. I plan to simply layover the night and continue toward Kvatch in the morning."

The wild eyes opened wider and briefly focused on mine. "Kvatch? You're crazy! Especially since my proposal could make you wealthy." He continued to glance around until his jumpy gaze paused on Tilmo, the nearby stable hand. "Look. We can't talk here. Meet me behind the chapel at midnight."

"Did I stutter?" As if to reinforce my words, Superian pawed the ground and blew hard. "I said I'm not available. Nor am I stupid enough to meet some stranger alone in the middle of the night. Good day to you, brother Bosmer."

His eyes darted between Tilmo, myself and the agitated mare. Turning on his heel, he then hurried off.

The Altmeri stable hand approached. "You were rather harsh to Glarthir. Quite unlike the the Buffy I recall."

I sighed. "I know, Tilmo. I didn't need to be so sharp with him. I've been cranky all day, snapping at the smallest things for no reason. I'll apologize if I see him again."

"Just one night for Superian did I overhear?"

"Yes, we'll be leaving early in the morning." As I began to dismount, the tall mer placed his hands around my waist and lowered me lightly to the ground. “Thank you,” I said. Leading my mare into the corral for a brief drink, I added, “It's nice to see you again, Tilmo, and I hope you've been well?"

We unsaddled then groomed Superian while chatting mostly about her care, diet and boarding fees. I blew her a kiss and left the stable while she was happily picking at a small bucket of oats, augmented by corn and cracked barley.

As I approached the western entrance to the city, a young soldier on duty at the gate gave me a tired smile. His mail was adorned with the red and black surcoat of Skingrad of course. He flexed his knees with a slight wince as I drew closer.

"Long shift?" I asked.

"Aye, my feet are killing me," replied the pale-skinned Imperial - likely a Colovian. "Captain Dion’s got us on extra duty. We been short handed lately."

"I know some magic. Would you like me to cast a healing spell to help your legs and feet feel better?"

"That's mighty kind of you to offer, citizen, but my relief'll be here soon. I saw that you had words with Glarthir."

"Need I be concerned about him?" I asked. "Is he dangerous?"

"Nay, he's crazy but harmless.” He pulled one of the heavy wooden gates open for me. “Just stay away from him and let us know if he causes you any trouble."

After thanking the guard for his warning, I proceeded to Colovian Traders to sell the pelt from a poor wolf that had attacked Superian and I earlier in the day. Thanks to my irritable moodiness, I managed to alienate the Nordic shopkeeper when he referred to wolves as evil creatures. After apologizing for my sharp tone, I asked about Glarthir. Both the merchant and the woman assisting him offered similar advice to avoid the suspicious Bosmer.

I found a room for visiting mages at the guild with what I assessed to be a Vigge-proof door lock. After settling in, I made my way to the reading parlor. There I found one of my Skingrad guild mates seated in front of the gently crackling fireplace. Looking up from his book, the Bosmer’s face illuminated as he cheerfully exclaimed, "Well, if it isn't the heroine who rescued me from those zombies at Bleak Flats Cave so long ago!"

I smiled at the memory. "It's nice to see you again, Erthor."

He grinned and a warm sparkle danced in his eyes. "You still don't look like a mage."

I glared at him and my voice snarled, "Do you know how sick I am of hearing that? I’ll have you know that Boderi Farano trained me as a mystic archer and I’m as much a mage as you are!” My hands flew from where I had planted them on my hips to my mouth, but the words were already out. For the impact they had on poor Erthor, I might just as well have kicked a puppy in the gut. Suddenly, I was crying. "I-I'm so sorry, Erthor. I don't know why on Nirn I'm so-" My words were cut short as a sharp cramp gripped my pelvis and a groan escaped my lips.

The reason for my crankiness had suddenly announced itself with abundant clarity.

As the pain began to subside, I raised my head to meet Erthor's gaze. The mer was now on his feet, eyes wide as saucers. His hand gripped my upper arm to steady me. "Buffy, are you all right? Please forgive my thoughtless remark. I meant it in jest." He lifted his free hand to cast a spell. From the magic that escaped his opening fingers, a linen handkerchief appeared which he pressed into my hand.

Dabbing my still flowing tears, I said, "I know your words were meant in kindness, my friend. It is I who must ask your forgiveness. I am. . . tired and should not have snapped at you."

After managing to soothe poor Erthor's ruffled feathers, I stepped out of the guild into the narrow street. Normally I saw Sinderion for potions and such while in Skingrad, but he was. . . a he. So I turned left and headed for All Things Alchemical. It was my understanding that the shop was run by an elf of my own sex.

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 9 2011, 01:51 PM

"Do you suppose the Count or his guards realize there may well be vampires nesting under Castle Skingrad?"
I get the feeling he does...

I see Buffy has finally met Glarthir. She certainly sent him packing! Looks like every other male Bosmer she meets as well. Methinks there might be a physical reason for Buffy's crankiness? Perhaps even something associated with the red moon on the Skingrad guard's surcoats?

I especially enjoyed your descriptions of Superian when Buffy met Glarthir. Clearly the black mare is of a like mind with her mistress when it comes to that crazy Bosmer.

Ahhh, so Buffy is tired. Yes, that does happen to women sometimes. Along with those cramps. So she's off to see Falanu? I wonder if everyone's favorite necrophiliac will suggest orgasms as a good way to relieve menstrual cramps? If Buffy covers herself in white powder and lays very still, Falanu might even help with that...

Posted by: ghastley Sep 9 2011, 02:20 PM

a poor wolf that had attacked Superian

That wolf picked the wrong time, too.

Posted by: The_Lost_King Sep 9 2011, 10:27 PM

Another great chapter .poor Buffy. I can't wait till she gets to Kvatch it will be... interesting. you have given me 1 more reason to look forward to fridays

Posted by: King Coin Sep 9 2011, 10:56 PM

This is going to be a great chapter. The title made me chuckle already.

Do you think you should warn the castle?
I thought of her irritability first, and the vampire second.

Lol! Poor Erthor! And poor Buffy! I’m interested in what Buffy thinks of Falanu. Is Falanu going to ask that awkward question?

Great Chapter Acadian!

Posted by: Grits Sep 9 2011, 11:22 PM

Red and black banners depicting Masser and Secunda in quarter phase flanked the east gate to my right. The imposing spires of Castle Skingrad towered high above us on the hill to our left. Superian began to pick her way along the narrow trail between castle and city into the westering sun.

How beautifully you set the scene, even to the time of day. I have the feeling of walking under that bridge right there with Buffy and Superian. And certainly with Acadian, whose influence might show in the word “abeam.” I wonder if it’s going to be Tamika’s with bread and cheese for dinner.


You like gold, don't you?"

LOL. Glarthir does NOT know Buffy.


"Did I stutter?" As if to reinforce my words, Superian pawed the ground and blew hard.

Run away, Glarthir! Something is amiss with Buffy, and Superian is going to back her play! Whether she’s cued in on the crazy or on Buffy’s stress, that horse is a great friend.


I found a room for visiting mages at the guild with what I assessed to be a Vigge-proof door lock.

Do I remember a threat to turn him into a chicken?


Hopefully Buffy is too tanned and healthy looking to attract unwanted attention from Falanu. Skingrad can be an uncomfortable place, but it makes a very engaging read!!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Sep 10 2011, 01:36 AM

As I was reading this, I was thinking to myself, do elves get PMS?

Then my question was answered by her response to our dear friend Erthor!

And now I'm wondering if Superian is in season as well? It wouldn't be unusual if the pair of them hit that point in their cycles at the same time!

No indication of bloating? Greaves fitting a little tighter than usual? At least she isn't preggers! That wet dream she had not so long ago was pretty convincing!

Yeah, I'd love to see Buffy walk up to the Castle and announce: "Do you know you've got vampires in the cellar and bats in the belfry?" That's a sure way to get the Count's attention! Would he be the sort of Count you want the attention of?

Ahh, Glarthir. Julian was fortunate to have missed him. So far. But my new character has already encountered him. Ugh.

Posted by: D.Foxy Sep 10 2011, 03:18 AM

I remember an army joke I heard long ago - on how to create the meanest infantry in the world. You take a bunch of female soldiers, get them all to PMS at the same time, then point out the enemy to them and tell them that the enemy just claimed their heinies looked fat in their pants...

Posted by: mALX Sep 10 2011, 09:25 AM

This episode began hilarious, but wound up being touching - and poor Buffy !! This may be my top favorite episode yet !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 14 2011, 08:09 PM

The exchange between Buffy and Acadian was priceless. Somehow I get the feeling that Buffy’s irritability is the greater of the two evils! It is, at the very least, the thing that should worry the guards more! Once more you are able to hint at this tantalizing peace of Buffy’s persona without allowing it to take center stage.

I know that Buffy already regrets it, but on behalf of everyone who has ever tried to stop over in Skingrad THANK YOU!! Glarthir is without question the second most annoying Bosmer in all of Cyrodiil!

Poor Erthor! To be standing in front of the wave when the dyke bursts (now that might have been the wrong choice of metaphor! ) can't have been easy. I see him heading back to Bleak Flats Cave now! At least we know who to blame for the 'Wraith incident' that is about to happen.

As much as it might embarrass Buffy, I think that choosing Falanu over Sinderion can only end badly.

Posted by: Acadian Sep 16 2011, 01:30 PM

During Episode 129, Buffy arrived at Skingrad to spend the night en route to Kvatch. She refused to allow the disconcerting fact that she sensed vampires as she neared the castle to delay her journey. Nor was she dissuaded from her path by the curious proposition of a nervous Bosmer named Glarthir. She had been irritable all day, but it was not until she was snapping at a guild mate in response to a harmless remark that a sharp cramp announced the reason for her crankiness. As we left Buffy, she was headed for an alchemical shop.

SubRosa- It was such fun to have Buffy pass near Castle Skingrad again – now that she fully understands what the uncomfortable feeling means. I’m so glad you enjoyed Superian in the scene with Glarthir. I’m both surprised and pleased how the mare has evolved into such an important part of Buffy’s life.

ghastley- Poor wolf indeed. Here, I’m hoping to show that Buffy feels some kinship with wolves and tries to avoid killing them by using her detect life gear to skirt past instead of hunt them; but that goes out the window if they endanger her horse!

The Lost King- Thank you! Buffy will need today’s episode and two more on the road to reach Kvatch.

KC- I’m so glad our joke of warning the castle about Buffy’s mood struck a chord. Yes, Buffy will spend part of this next episode talking about dead things and elven girl stuff with Falanu. Thank you!

Grits- Given your own skill with beautifully creative scene setting, I’m humbled that you enjoyed how we opened last episode. I grinned at your observation of what a good friend Superian is. Thanks for noting the Vigge reference! I think you’ll like Buffy’s reaction to Falanu.

Rider- Thank you so much for letting me know that you suspected the cause of Buffy's unusual behavior before we clearly revealed it. I was very much hoping that would be the case. Buffy’ll get to discuss elven fertility a little more with Falanu coming up. I so look forward to a spark-filled meeting between Buffy and Count Skingrad someday, but that will be in another book. I suspect even Glarthir is wise enough to avoid a run in with Julian!

Foxy- I have heard that women who spend enough time together may find their cycles synchronizing. I can’t vouch for its validity and I never did pose the question to any of our woman drill instructors to gain their insight. I’ll certainly let you know if Buffy and Superian start routinely coming into heat at the same time.

mALX- I’m so pleased at the words you used to describe how the episode evolved! Thank you!

Destri- Writing Buffy as cranky instead of nurturing was somewhat of a challenge and I’m pleased it seemed to work. I expect between Buffy’s mood and Falanu’s famous question, they will not start off on a happy note. I do want to address some points about how elven fertility works in BF though, and hopefully it will seem more natural for Buffy to discuss it with an elf of her own sex.

All- In our next episode, I expect you may be as surprised as I to learn that the elven chatterbox, who wears her emotions on her sleeve, somehow managed to keep a significant piece of her history from all of us. Buffy reminded me that it is her feminine birthright to retain at least a few secrets until she is ready to share them – and by Mara, she certainly shares one in this episode.

The ornately carved sales counter appeared to be made of mahogany, but it was difficult to tell in the soft light of the small alchemy shop. Behind it stood a Dunmer who was quite overdressed for a merchant. The copper color of her hair no doubt came from one of her potion bottles and - oh, Buffy, stop it! I hated myself when I was like this.

"Me? I'm Falanu. House Hlaalu. As if that matters here." Although not unpleasant, she sounded less than enthusiastic.

"Well met, Falanu. I'm Buffy. I take it you're from Morrowind?"

"Yes, but I can't go back there." In response to the encouragement of my lifted eyebrow, she continued, "By the way, do you happen to know what the fine is here in Cyrodiil for Necrophilia? Just asking."

"Necro-what? The term is unfamiliar to me." I narrowed my eyes. "Is it related to necromancy? I’ve lost several guild mates to the foul black robes and been attacked by them myself." I felt magicka beginning to build in my right hand. "I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter. As far as I'm concerned, the only good necromancer is a dead one." Although she wasn't wearing black robes, it was not lost on me that her brocade gown, although trimmed in gold, was black in color.

Her red eyes opened wide and she held up both hands disarmingly. "Oh, it's nothing like that, and I assure you that I prefer dead ones too. Are you with the guild of mages then? If so, I offer a significant discount."

"Yes I am," I replied as the glow in my hand dissipated. I had just threatened this respected merchant in anger, yet now - only a moment later - I was blinking back tears of shame because of my overreaction.

"What can I help you with this afternoon, Buffy?"

"I'm hoping very much that you have some ingredients I need." I rummaged through my pack until I found a small note adorned by the quill strokes of Boderi Farano. She had written it upon finding me curled up in pain and unwilling to get out of bed one morning at the University. I read the words to Falanu, "Ginger, chamomile, primrose and cinnamon."

She nodded with a sympathetic smile. "That's an excellent recipe to soothe menstrual cramps." While searching the myriad containers behind her, she continued, "At least we elves don't have to deal with that every single month. No wonder humans can breed like rabbits. Even given our much longer life spans, we still can't keep up with them. Are you pretty regular?"

"Yes," I replied, "twice a year since I was eighteen. I can't believe humans come of age so much earlier than elves. My friend Delphine Jend told me she started when she was but fourteen!"

"And they don't seem to have as much trouble getting pregnant as we do either," Falanu said. "You can't swing a dead Khajiit by the tail in Cyrodiil without hitting a round ear. No wonder they run the Empire now. Oh, I do have all those ingredients. I'd be happy to mix them up for you into enough potions to last a few days. Only a small extra charge for that."

"Thank you, Falanu, that would be most kind of you. It. . . it seems I've done nothing but apologize all day; I hope you'll forgive my strong comments earlier."

"I understand, Buffy. I used to get pretty unpleasant twice a year myself, but I've gotten better over the last few decades."

I busied myself looking around at the oddities adorning the shelves and walls of her small shop while Falanu went to work with her alchemy equipment.

After a few minutes, she announced, "Here's the first potion. Drink it now."

I gratefully quaffed the spicy liquid down. "I'm sure this will help with the cramps. Once my flow actually starts, I'll regain a bit more control of my emotions."

The Dunmer continued to grind up ingredients and craft more of the potions. “Do you need any pads or sponges?” she asked. “I carry those too.”

I shook my head. "Nilawen - she runs the general store in Bravil - showed me how to use Abecean sea sponges a year or so ago and I have some with me. I’m sure I'll need one before tomorrow. I'm headed from here to a warm bath at the guild."

“Yes, that should help.” Falanu added a final potion to the small collection on her counter. “This should be more than enough. Take one in the morning and one at night."

After paying and thanking the alchemist, I stepped out of her shop onto the street, now lit by lanterns.

As I headed toward the guild, I looked forward to that warm bath. Nilawen had told me I was lucky that I could use the sponges. Apparently, some unmated young girls had trouble with them. She surmised that spending so much time riding Superian likely made things easier for me. Although I had to admit that straddling the fastest horse in Cyrodiil was not the gentlest thing on a girl's lower bits, the truth was buried in a memory that I had never shared.

Not with anyone.

I had only recently celebrated my sixteenth birthday. Stalking game, hunting and archery practice with Daenlin filled my carefree days back then. My evenings were often spent sneaking through the dark alleys of Bravil under the instruction of City Swimmer.

I hadn’t thought about boys much until Varon Vamori started taking a fancy to me. I was quite flustered by the fact that the handsome dark elf wanted to spend time with a skinny big-eared orphan like me. No one had ever written poetry for me before. His flowery words, the gentle way he touched my cheek and his protestations of affection quite swept me off my feet.

One evening after I said good night to City Swimmer, I was delighted to find Varon waiting for me outside as I returned home to Nilawen’s shop where I lived at the time. We went for a walk outside the city and soon found ourselves holding hands on the shore of Niben Bay. He kissed me and began unlacing the bodice of my dress. He said that if we mated it would seal our feelings for each other. When I confessed to him that I was not quite of breeding age yet, he didn’t belittle me or call me a child as I thought he might; rather, he told me he still wanted me. My answer was to nervously raise my arms as he lifted my dress over my head and dropped it on the ground.

He then lowered me to the soft grass under the stars and continued kissing me. As one of his hands roamed from my neck to my knees, the other fumbled with his own clothing until there was nothing but warmth between our skin. As his kisses and touching grew more insistent, it made me feel wanted and even proud that I was the cause. I tried to welcome his growing passion. When it hurt, I bit my lip but didn’t cry out – not even a whimper. Soon, it was over.

As we dressed I carefully watched his face in the moonlight, anxious for reassurance that he was pleased with me. He then walked me home. On the way, I clung to his arm and chattered excitedly about our future and such things as whether he liked the sound of Buffy Vamori. I told him that when I was older, I hoped I could give him a baby wood elf. Varon was strangely quiet though. I just figured perhaps it had been as big a step for him as for me.

When I sought him out the next day however, he was cool to me. I didn’t understand. As I tried to put my arms around his neck, he told me to stop acting like a child and that we were through. He left me with tears streaming down my face.

Before long, Varon Vamori was reciting the same poetry to Ardaline. I never spoke of it to her, nor City Swimmer, Nilawen, Daenlin or anyone else. I was concerned that Daenlin might harm Varon if he found out the dark elf had manipulated my affections. Even more though, I just wanted the memory of how naïve I had been to go away.

It was two years later, and at Kud-Ei’s request to recover Ardaline’s staff, that I next spoke to Varon Vamori. By then Acadian was traveling with me, but I never told him about what had happened between Varon and I. This time however, I was an associate mage with a charm spell and it was I who did the manipulating.

If there was a bright side, I supposed it was that when Fathis Aren tried the same Dunmeri charm on me after the University, I didn’t fall for it. I knew that most elves viewed mating differently than humans did. After all, given how hard it was for us to conceive, frequent coupling was almost expected of young she-elves to perpetuate mer on Nirn. But I was a half-breed. My body was Bosmer all right, but my mind and heart were half human. I wanted a man or mer that I could adore and share my life with. Was asking to have such feelings returned too much to hope for?

As the painful memory faded, I realized my feet had stopped in the middle of the narrow street in Skingrad. My gaze was on the flower garden that hosted the stone statue of King Rislav and his stallion, Corsair. Why were my emotions such a mess right before my period?

I heaved a sigh and continued toward the guild.

The approaching clip of steel boots on cobblestones from behind gave but scant warning. "Hold, citizen!" The voice was commanding but not threatening.

I spun around to find myself face-to-chest with a soldier. He wore the red and black surcoat of Skingrad over his mail. I looked up to see that the dark-eyed Imperial was nearly bald and had the olive skin of a Nibenean. Most notably, he bore the insignia of a Legion captain. Fortunately, I was intimidated enough to keep my big mouth - which had caused me so much trouble all day - closed.

"Forgive me if I frightened you, young lady. I'm Captain Dion. I understand your name is Buffy and that you've been asking around about Glarthir?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm Buffy. Glarthir did proposition me for some mysterious task. I refused to hear his offer though, as I will be leaving for Kvatch in the morning."

"He's the town eccentric," the captain explained, "and mistakenly believes other citizens are out to cause him harm. So far, he has given us no reason to detain him, but he does bear watching. I appreciate your cooperation and urge you not to accept any offers from him." He studied my face for a moment, then added, "You mentioned Kvatch. I presume you're aware of the danger?"

I recalled Gladius Maro's response to the same question from me: There's a damn Oblivion Gate there!. Acutely aware of my verbal missteps all day, I settled for a more sedate answer. "Yes, I've been there. Do you have any word of how fares Captain Matius and his brave force of defenders?"

"No recent news from Kvatch itself," he said "but at the urging of Captain Draconis of Leyawiin, and with the support of Count Skingrad, I recently dispatched what guards we can spare to assist the effort up there. It seems several other cities have done the same. Why, just a few days ago, a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him. If I may ask, what draws you to that besieged city?"

What indeed? Doubts and tears threatened from just beneath the surface. Fears of a broken heart, flashing clannfear teeth and flames swirled through this emotionally charged elf. From the bubbling cauldron of my hopes, angst and dreams, there slowly rose an image. It coalesced into the man with the heart of a lion waiting for. . . me. “It’s where I belong.”

Posted by: haute ecole rider Sep 16 2011, 02:50 PM

Aha! So Julian and Buffy have something in common! Besides being a sucker for a man in uniform, that is.

You did a very good job with Buffy's PMS-related mood swings. Yes, it does affect some women more than others (I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose, or maybe it's just because I'm crabby all the time?).

Studies have shown that women who live in college dorms do tend to cycle close together. I know that my roommates and I ended up cycling at the same time by Christmas, through all four years of college. Something to do with the pheromones we give off as our hormone levels change. It's all done on a subconscious level.

And I'm not surprised that Buffy kept her encounter with Varon Vamori secret - it's not exactly something you want everyone in town to hear about. And it certainly goes a long way toward explaining her hesitation whenever the subject of Savlian comes up. I'm glad that our paladin is riding with Buffy now, and can coax her onto the dance floor!

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 16 2011, 06:37 PM

A nice discussion with a respected merchant of Skingrad. Well, at the least the parts that Buffy was not talking were nice! Oh, I'm just kidding. Once she settled down all went well with the menstrual discourse. Lots of world-building there.

You can't swing a dead Khajiit by the tail in Cyrodiil without hitting a round ear.
I loved this ES version of an old phrase!

rather, he told me he still wanted me
Even more do doubt, as it means no child support in 9 months!

Seriously, it was a good little scene of Buffy's first time with the smooth-talking Vamori. You portrayed him excellently. I can just see him pushing all the right buttons to get into Buffy's drawers. Then predictably, he made himself scarce once the deed was done, and moved on to the next young elf girl.

until there was nothing but warmth between our skin
Another excellent phrase.

And it is Caption Dion (I wonder if he is any relation to Celine?). I am glad that I am not the only one startled by his sudden appearances. He always seems to leap out of nowhere and shout at you. He once did it to me when I was sleeping!

“It’s where I belong.”
Indeed it is.

Posted by: mALX Sep 16 2011, 08:34 PM

She wasn't lying there, lol. Really nice ending, Acadian !! On Dion - for the very first time in any of my games, Dion popped in on Maxical while she was sleeping in the upper Skingrad house - scared the living H out of me !! Lol, Great Chapter !!!

Posted by: ghastley Sep 16 2011, 09:20 PM

...a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him.

So Buffy's advice was taken? I suspect he might get over-protective again when they get closer.

Posted by: The_Lost_King Sep 17 2011, 02:59 AM

Well that is one big secret . Its cruel when men fill a womens heart with love and then crush it. I could not imagine how they could live with themselves .

Posted by: Grits Sep 17 2011, 04:03 PM

The copper color of her hair no doubt came from one of her potion bottles and - oh, Buffy, stop it! I hated myself when I was like this.

This made me smile. At least it’s only twice a year.

I felt magicka beginning to build in my right hand. "I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter. As far as I'm concerned, the only good necromancer is a dead one."

Falanu picked the wrong day to wear a black brocade gown!! What an absolute delight to see Buffy put her on the defensive, since Falanu has stunned so many folks with her surprise question! And how very Buffy that the unfamiliar term is just familiar enough for a hilarious misunderstanding.

"Oh, it's nothing like that, and I assure you that I prefer dead ones too.




I like the biannual elven cycle that Buffy and Teresa (and Lildereth) share. It seems that the lunar cycles don’t quite sync with the Tamrielic calendar, at least not in any way I could make work with the Khajiit Lunar Lattice. Abiene remarked that her time of the moons occurs about every two months. It’s good to be an elf!

I’m not at all surprised that Buffy kept the memory of her first time with Varon Vamori to herself, especially since the aftermath was humiliating. After all, it’s a very private experience and not a subject that comes up readily in sober conversation.


Why, just a few days ago, a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him.

Gladius and his alchemist bride-to-be! Yay, Sigrid will be happy to see her!

From the bubbling cauldron of my hopes, angst and dreams, there slowly rose an image. It coalesced into the man with the heart of a lion waiting for. . . me. “It’s where I belong.”

Beautiful!

Posted by: MyCat Sep 18 2011, 05:11 AM

I'm now thinking that when Aramir needs a bow to replace her enchanted bow "Earana" she might consider a new "Varon Vamori"

OT: Did you see my post in Buffy's potpourri?

Posted by: King Coin Sep 18 2011, 07:38 PM

Lol Falanu asks the question. First time I heard her say that I couldn’t help but sputter.
"I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter.
A warning of no warning?
Whoa. Quite a surprise. I didn’t expect that at all. Poor Buffy!
“It’s where I belong.”
Good Ending.
You weren’t kidding when you spent last night teasing me about this chapter. Great Job.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 20 2011, 08:30 PM

I just loved the complexity of this chapter! It would be all too easy to paint Vamori as the villain, given his decision to take advantage of a young girl’s affections. But, like Buffy, we must remember that elven morality does not mirror human morality. What we see as reprehensible behavior was only a roll in the grass to elf-kind. Buffy’s desire to make future plans with her new love and her reticence to speak of the affair to anyone after the fact all derive from the human side of her DNA. Time and distance from the pain of rejection have given her the perspective to acknowledge that.

This is an interesting choice of word here. Protestation gives the impression that he was dragged kicking and screaming to announce his feelings toward Buffy. But then why would he bother with flowery words or gentle cheek touching? One could also take it to mean that Buffy wasn’t really buying the act he was playing for her benefit. But she denies this by saying that he swept her off her feet (not to mention what happens afterward). I would have expected an expert in speechcraft to ‘declare’, 'announce', or ‘proclaim’ his feelings toward another, but then I realized that this is Buffy recounting actions made toward her. I don’t think you should change it; I just wanted to point out that the choice of word fit the tone of the chapter and has me thinking that Buffy’s recollection is still tinged by the shadow of bitterness, thanks to the time of year and her half human blood.

Posted by: Acadian Sep 23 2011, 12:59 PM

Previously: After some sparks of misunderstanding with Falanu Hlaalu, the two elves discussed elven fertility and Buffy obtained the alchemical relief she sought. Already overemotional as she left Falanu’s shop, thoughts about the mechanics of dealing with her approaching period were the likely cause of a painful memory that surfaced. Finally, an encounter with Skingrad’s guard commander returned the elf’s swirling focus to her self-appointed quest.

Rider- Thank you. Yes, both Julian and Buffy experienced dashed hopes their first time. That is why you and I hope both women will return to the floor when the time and dance partner is right for them.

SubRosa- I’m glad that you and I have discussed elven fertility in the past, for I believe our ideas have reinforced each other to enhance both TF and BF. I appreciate your endorsement of how we portrayed Buffy’s time with Varon and his manipulation of the young elf with stars in her eyes. It was a relief to have her ruminations interrupted by Captain Dion!

mALX- Thank you (and Grits) for confirming that Falanu’s comment sharing Buffy’s preference for dead ones struck its intended humorous chord while soaring over Buffy’s head. I’m glad that Captain Dion’s appearance reminded you of the uncanny way he surprises us in the game.

ghastley- Thanks for noting that Buffy’s advice to Gladius seems to have born fruit!

The Lost King- It was both painful and vulnerable for Buffy to share her secret with us. Thank you so much for your kind words of support to her.

Grits- As odd as it sounds, I’m so glad that our efforts to have Buffy seem uncharacteristically b!tchy caused a smile. I expect SubRosa is as honored as I to hear that you find the elven biannual cycle worthy enough to incorporate into Jerric’s story via Lildereth. Thank you also for noting our reference to Gladius and Pelena, as well as your warm endorsement of how we ended the episode on a note of optimistic hope.

MyCat- I’m so humbled that Aramir named her bow ‘Earana’ and equally so that she might name its successor ‘Varon Vamori’. I surely did see that magnificent carrier deck shot you provided on Buffy’s potpourri thread featuring Buffy, Acadian and Phantom! Thank you so much!

KC- We couldn’t ignore Falanu’s infamous question of course and tried hard to factor in Buffy’s background and current emotional state in crafting that scene. Thank you for your kind words on the episode. They mean a great deal.

Destri- I so thank you for choosing to use the word complexity. I agree on the large number of moving pieces and currents in this past episode and you are just the master to draw them out. I particularly appreciate your recognition of the significance of Buffy being a half-breed; that, combined with her being an orphan and ‘buckskin-wearing mage with a bow’, helps explain her search to fit in and belong somewhere - even though she is routinely surrounded by those who care for her. I also enjoyed your thoughtful comments on my use of ‘protestations’ vs ‘proclamations’ which gave me much food for thought. I took your advice and did not change it, agreeing with you that it implies the current Buffy is thinking about her past after earning a slightly wiser perspective.

Superian stopped at the threshold of a stone bridge along the Gold Road. The ravine below had likely been carved by spring water originating in the Kvatch mountains to our northwest, augmented by seasonal rainfall.

Although the sun had been welcome on my back as we left Skingrad in the cool of morning, it had overtaken us some time ago and was now quite warm. The mare perked her ears and turned her head, nostrils fluttering. Although my elven senses could not detect what she did, I understood her perfectly. "Let's find that water, girl."

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We turned to the south and, as Superian picked our way down the steep ravine, could soon hear the welcome sound of rushing water. Finally, we encountered the small stream. Its precious bounty was crystal clear as it danced and splashed over the rocks that failed to interrupt its flow south to the Strid River. I dismounted and joined Superian in drinking our fill. While I topped off a pair of waterskins, the mare enjoyed tender grass that grew abundantly on the banks of the stream.

The inviting water made my clothes fall off (of course) and I took the opportunity to scrub them. With that task complete, I figured I could use a bath as well.

Lifting one hand, I released a resist frost spell above my head and allowed it to settle over me before wading into the cold stream to wash myself. I removed the sea sponge to clean it as well, but it slipped from my fingers and the stream quickly carried it away. Oh well, I had more. My flow had started the night before and, if like the few other times I had experienced it since coming of age, would last only about three days. At least my emotions were much more under control now and the potions helped ease the cramping quite a bit.

I climbed out of the water and fished another sponge from my pack. After a couple tries, I managed to get it in place. Using one of the new spells Borissean had taught me, I summoned a linen towel to dry myself. Once done, I dropped it on the ground, knowing a puff of yellowish vapor would claim it shortly.

As I looked at my wet clothes piled on the bank, I remembered Thernd's lesson on drying horse manure. I leaned over and touched a glowing hand to the garments until they were frozen solid. I then stepped back and dispelled the magical ice. The delightful result was dry greaves, blouse and boots. Smiling, I quickly dressed.

"I feel so much better now," I said to my mare and paladin. Having come down the eastern slope of the ravine, I carefully led Superian up the equally steep western side. We soon found ourselves on a small plateau with a breathtaking view. I looked toward the Gold Coast and, under a late afternoon sun, could see alternating ridgelines and ravines running from north to south as the vegetation gradually turned from green to gold in the distance.

To the south and far below us, the sun glinted off the wide Strid River. Beyond, rose the emerald mountains and tall trees of Valenwood. I pulled my eyes from the distant forests and unrolled my map. Once I determined our exact location, I announced, "We'll camp here tonight."

After stripping Superian of her tack, I groomed the mare and carefully inspected each hoof after our climb down then up the steep and rocky ravine. I then worked saddle soap into our bridle, buckskins, saddle and boots.

Quite a large branch had fallen at one time and now rested on the ground nearby - a veritable forest of dry firewood. I summoned an axe and managed to chop and break up a nice pile. Grabbing Slayer and my quiver, I then set out to scout for hazards around the campsite and hunt for dinner.

By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.

After my meal, I drank one of Falanu’s cramping potions then stood to practice spells for a time. Remembering Boderi's advice, I lowered myself to one knee. After a couple failed attempts, I successfully summoned my elven dagger - and emitted an excited squeal that brought a curious look from my mare. "I've never been able to do that before! Aren't you proud of me?"

Superian nickered affectionately and flicked an ear, which I chose to interpret as approval.

Placing my other knee on the ground as well, I attempted to cast the spell again. I couldn't even get the magicka to my hand. Frowning, I moved my feet and knees around and tried - unsuccessfully - several more times. I remembered Fathis Aren effortlessly making sparks dance at his fingertips while seated. Surely I could learn how to cast spells while kneeling; Boderi believed I could. Focus, Buffy, and maybe try a spell you’re well-skilled at.

With both knees still on the ground and toes pointed into the dirt, I lifted my fist with all the determination I could muster. White magic began to flow through my right shoulder and along my arm. This time it continued until filling my hand. As my fingers opened, the soothing glow of healing magic cascaded over me, bringing a very big grin to my face. "Thank you, Boderi."

I was a happy elf as I spread my bedroll beneath the stars.

Digging into my pack I pulled out a small brush and doeskin pouch. An elf's teeth could last a thousand years, but my mother had impressed upon me as a child the importance of not taking them for granted. I hadn't paid much attention until the first time I saw Cosmus the Cheat give me a big grin. From that time on, I was always very conscientious at cleaning my teeth. I had used a small flayed stick from an orange tree, but later came to prefer the bone brushes sold by Nilawen that were equipped with one row of bristles. Daenlin was well aware of my diligence; one day he turned his fletching skill to teaching me how to make my own brush for teeth cleaning - like the one I had just pulled from my pack. The handle was bamboo. One end had been split three times and each slot carefully fitted with boar bristles. The end had then been notched and tightly laced with fine silk thread to hold the bristles in place before they had been carefully trimmed to the same length.

I reached for the doeskin pouch which contained teeth cleaning powder. Fortunately, I had ground up a new batch the evening prior at the guild. The higher quality alchemy equipment that I preferred was quite complex. After having broken several of the fragile devices on the road, I no longer carried them with me. Rather, I relied on using guild facilities. The teeth cleaning powder was a simple recipe that Ardaline had showed me. The most important ingredient was dried iris flowers, well known for their magical teeth cleaning properties. Then salt to aid with cleaning and provide some coarseness. A pinch of glow dust helped with whitening and sparkle. Finally, some dried mint leaves ensured a nice taste and fresh breath.

I rubbed a pinch of the powder over my teeth. After drizzling some water onto my brush, I popped the end of it into my mouth and went to work. While brushing, I chatted to my paladin and mare about our plans, "Mmphlgl rgmphlf glgdrmph Kvth."

"I'm quite sure you don't expect me to understand that," replied Acadian.

Posted by: ghastley Sep 23 2011, 03:10 PM

I like all this mundane use of spells. Resist Frost for bathing in cold water, "Summon Towel" etc. It makes the world much more magical in general.

I'd worry a bit about her freeze-drying her clothes, though. IRL freeze-drying is used mainly for disposable items (like "instant" foods) so it made perfect sense for turning dung into fuel. But it has the side-effect of disintegrating the target slightly, like repeated freezing and thawing does to rocks. If she keeps doing this it won't just be water that makes her clothes fall off. They'll crumble on their own.

I then set out to scout for hazards around the campsite and hunt for dinner. By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.


Was that a fearsome http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=21542, or one of the regular kind?

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 23 2011, 03:52 PM

I just remembered, its Friday, that means Buffy!

First off, I love the title!

Its precious bounty was crystal clear
A wonderful description of water. Buffy's musings on the origins of the ravine, and Superian's suggestion that they go have a drink, were excellent. Naturally Buffy's clothes fell off!

And I see Buffy is continuing her practice on summoning every day items, like her towel. As I was mentioning to mirocu on the other forum a few days ago, that works very well with Plato's belief in a realm of forms, where the true, ideal form of everything exists. Sort of like a cosmic database. Everything here on Earth is just a shadow of those ideal forms. So it stands to reason that one could magicka to empower one of those forms, and thusly cause it to take on reality here.

Some more world building too I see, with the Buffster's practice of magicka while sitting. Likewise with the odds and ends of brushing one's teeth. How delightfully perfect that Daenlin would instruct his young padawan in the art of fletching her own toothbrush!

Posted by: mALX Sep 23 2011, 08:20 PM

ROFL !!!

Loved the worldbuilding descriptions and details into how a mage accomplishes the various accomodations we modern-folk take for granted !! Lol, the summoned towel was my favorite !! Awesome Write !!!

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Posted by: Grits Sep 24 2011, 02:50 PM

A screenshot with Superian is always a delight. That looks like a lovely, sunny day for the inevitable result of Buffy hearing a waterfall. Although her resist frost spell could turn every pool into a hot tub. Buffy’s summoning a towel along with SubRosa's remarks have made me think hard about enriching my ideas of summoning and conjuration. So inspiring!


By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.

I love this warm, simple image. How beautifully put.


An elf's teeth could last a thousand years, but my mother had impressed upon me as a child the importance of not taking them for granted.

As they say, you should only floss the ones you want to keep. How clever of Buffy to make her own toothbrushes and tooth powder. I love these glimpses into the rich world she lives in. Even tooth brushing is magical.


"I'm quite sure you don't expect me to understand that," replied Acadian.

Always a pleasure to hear from Acadian.

Posted by: King Coin Sep 26 2011, 09:06 PM

This was a nice short episode. Buffy’s taking some time to just enjoy the little things before the Battle for Kvatch. Once she gets there, her life will be very different I expect. I feel like this is the calm before the storm.
The area Buffy is in now is one of my favorites in the game. That stretch of road is very nice.

Posted by: Zalphon Sep 27 2011, 03:24 AM

I love the chapter name after the " * * * "

Posted by: Acadian Sep 30 2011, 12:44 PM

During Episode 131, Buffy and Superian found a stream near the Gold Road east of Kvatch. After enjoying some cool water, they climbed to the top of a small plateau overlooking Valenwood and prepared camp for the night. Buffy made solid progress learning how to cast spells while kneeling. She also explained that since the higher quality alchemy equipment she prefers to use is so fragile, she now relies on using guild facilities instead of carrying it with her. Finally, she started to reveal her plans for the next morning while brushing her teeth.

ghastley- I’m so glad you join me in liking the mundane use of spells. Oh noes! I hope Buffy’s magic for drying things works better than boring old earth physics. Otherwise, she’ll have to go shopping for more outfits. . . oh wait. . . maybe that would not be so bad.

SubRosa- Thank you! Buffy’s pack is getting a little lighter since she learned how to summon a few simple everyday things. She finally learned how to cast a spell while kneeling! I’m pretty sure that’s as far as she’ll ever progress through her positional limitations. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to cast while actually sitting, riding or lying down. As I researched ancient toothbrushes/toothpastes, I was struck by the notion that fletching an arrow tail and a toothbrush might fit right into Daenlin’s skillset.

maLX- I’m so glad you liked Buffy’s pause here as she shared some details of her everyday ablutions and personal chores with us - and how a touch of magic weaves into some of that. Thank you!

Grits- Thank you for those kind words! I so appreciate that you didn’t mind us taking a couple paragraphs to have Buffy tell you all about how she cleans her teeth.

KC- Thank you. Both this past and the next episode allow some shared quiet time for Buffy, her mare and paladin for reflection before they enter the bustle and lack of privacy of what will be an expanded Kvatch encampment.

Zalphon- Thanks for liking the eloquent way Buffy named the past episode.

Of course he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I finished cleaning my teeth and rinsed my mouth. "I'm sorry, Acadian. I said, we'll leave by sunrise and try to get a deer. I think we can make Kvatch by mid morning and I want to show up with a contribution for the stewpot." As I peeled off my clothes under the stars, my mind drifted to the day's earlier breathtaking view of the Strid River and beyond. I said dreamily, "Someday we'll go to Valenwood."

"First, we have to survive the flames of Oblivion," the paladin replied. For a fleeting moment, I thought I detected a trace of fear in his voice. Just as quickly, I dismissed it as unlikely.

Heaving a sigh, I gently said, "You sure know how to spoil even a brief distraction, don't you?" I crawled into my awaiting bedroll. "Good night, my paladin."

"Good night, Buffy."

"Good night, Superian."

The mare inhaled deeply then comfortably sighed.

A dark shape interrupted the twin moons' light to cast a shadow as it glided over the snow. Approaching the campfires of a small village, flames erupted from the low flying shadow’s author to streak across the ground. Huts burned and tiny figures ran like insects. The attacker slowly circled, no doubt preparing to launch another blast of fire.

From high above the horrifying scene, Phantom opened her maw and spewed a burst of blue magic toward the snow and flames below. The icy blast unerringly closed the range, adjusting course to intercept its target. Upon impact, the interloper’s wings literally froze in place and the beast plowed a long furrow into the snow. The villagers swarmed to attack the downed fire dragon and its rider.

A burst of flame suddenly streaked close beneath us. Although the fire blast was much faster than Phantom's ice attack, it displayed no ability to detect the ice dragon's cool aura or change course once launched. Even as Acadian's helmet snapped toward the source of the fire, Phantom turned her massive head and spit blue magic at the pink glowing origin of the attack.

Our rapidly closing foe deftly reversed course.

Phantom tucked her left wing and rolled toward our enemy to give chase. My legs tightened around her neck as did my arms around the waist of the paladin in front of me. I pressed myself against the back plate of his armor as he leaned forward. Although the smaller fire dragon could outrun the ice blast, no foe could match the intercept speed of Phantom. Indeed, she quickly accelerated past her own freezing burst of magic as we hurtled after the fleeing dragon.

Approaching her prey, Phantom rotated both rear legs forward while smoothly adjusting her wings, neck and tail to compensate. The dragons flown by the Ra Gada could not survive a high speed talon strike from the massive Nordic ice dragon.

Our target’s rider glanced over one shoulder just in time to give warning. The red dragon snapped left into a hard descending turn causing Phantom's talons to strike only air.

The ice dragon couldn't match the maneuverability of her smaller opponent and didn't try. As Acadian urged her into a sweeping turn and scanned to reacquire our target, three pink glows suddenly appeared on the horizon and were closing quickly. Their size and shape were unmistakable. A glance toward the ground confirmed that our fleeing foe, bolstered by the appearance of allies, had turned to rejoin the fight.

Phantom belched another freezing burst of magic toward the closest target.

Four streams of fire promptly answered.

With a word from Acadian, the ice dragon lifted her massive head toward the twin moons; her sleek neck, body and tail followed. Mighty blue gray wings propelled us straight up. I glanced over my shoulder to see one of our foes tumbling Nirnward – its wings frozen by Phantom’s ice blast. Upward we sped, even as flames began to engulf us.

I awoke with a start.

Both hands flew over my arms and legs checking for burns. The only source of fire was the flickering embers that had cooked my dinner. Superian stood calmly nearby, her coat glimmering softly under the combined light of moons and stars above. We were still safely at our campsite just south of the Gold Road. "Acadian," I said breathlessly, "that wasn't my dream; it was yours. Yet. . . I was there, and somehow understood things that only you and Phantom could know."

"I'm sorry, Buffy," replied the paladin. "Just as I experience your dreams, it seems that that sometimes I can't keep mine from you and our thoughts can become entangled. That memory is centuries old and I don't know what caused it to surface. Sometimes Phantom and I. . . relive things best forgotten."

"I don't mind," I replied soberly. "I know you need me to survive, and my body is a willing vessel that I share with you and Phantom. It never occurred to me that my paladin could be afraid of anything, but. . . of course you are. I realize now that you not only fear fire, but I can understand why. Your dream was breathtaking - and terrifying." After a moment, I added, "I bet I know what brought it on. We are headed to a place of fire. Is that aerial battle where you and Phantom. . . died?"

"No. Her speed saved us that night, but we were indeed later brought down by flame. It was never my intent to burden you with the concerns of an old paladin and his dragon. I feel sometimes we are much more trouble than we are worth."

"We're a team," I said. "You and Phantom flow and intertwine within every part of me. I-I can’t imagine my life without you. You led me to my magic bag and my dancing cobra. It was your words that helped bring me back from the brink of the Dark Brotherhood; yet you would have willingly accompanied me over that cliff had I not stepped back. You realized long before I did that my fascination with Daedra Lords was not for trinketry, but a search for the knowledge to close that Oblivion Gate for Savlian Matius. Your unobtrusive wisdom has helped me countless times, yet you unconditionally accept me when I fall short – as I did at Borderwatch and on countless other occasions. I'm gifted as a spiritual healer because of you, Acadian. I may have been born a butterfly, but the spirit of a dragon now courses through me.”

I added a couple small pieces of wood to the embers then used a third to stir the small campfire to life. As sparks jumped skyward, I said, “Let's sit up under the stars for a time. I can still feel that you're troubled. Would you like me to sing to you?"

"I'd like that. And I expect our mare and dragon would as well."

I thought for a moment. "Acadian, we've seen much violence and bloodshed in our travels, and more is likely ahead. I will open my mind fully to you. Come into my thoughts now and let me comfort you with a more beautiful side of Cyrodiil." I began to sing a song that Mother taught me when I was no taller than Nilawen’s countertop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDyz0DbXHrY&feature=related

Posted by: King Coin Sep 30 2011, 02:48 PM

Was that a dream of the paladin Acadian’s final moments in a body of his own? Nope, answered later.

It’s about time we learned a bit more about the paladin that has decided to travel with this particular wood elf.

I like how in the beginning Buffy dismisses the fact that a paladin can fear, and then corrects herself after experiencing the dream. In the dream a neat touch was that Buffy was on the back of the dragon, not just a 3rd person observer or seeing through the eyes of Acadian. She was just added in.

Good chapter and lovely music at the end.

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 30 2011, 03:04 PM

"Good night, my paladin."
"Good night, Buffy."
"Good night, Superian."
http://youtu.be/cp7_u0kcQRo Sorry, I just could not resist!

What a lovely flashback to the dragonrider battle! I see that Phantom has the same flight characteristics as a Phantom. This was a wonderful little sneak peek into the past of Buffy's fairy godfather. Not only because it sheds more light upon him, but the experience has also brought them closer together.

And finally, Enya for the win! I have been in love with her music since a friend of mine loaned me his cassette of her Watermark album. In fact http://youtu.be/oiFTXckh0zU is still my favorite of hers.

Posted by: Grits Sep 30 2011, 07:10 PM

Buffy has a lovely singing voice!

The aerial battle is my favorite sequence yet. I’m in breathless awe each time I read it. The dream might have been upsetting for all parties, but it provided a beautiful opportunity to affirm the bond that holds them together.

I’m also pleased to see Buffy thinking past Kvatch. Some day I want to go to Valenwood, too!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Sep 30 2011, 09:43 PM

I'm with Grits there - I want to go to Valenwood, too! Ever since I started digging in the Lore and learning about those walking trees!

Beautiful interlude and wonderful description of dragonflight. Puts me in mind of Anne McCaffrey's own Pernese dragons.

Nice touch with Enya. Somehow I'm not surprised by the choice. It suits Buffy to a T.

Posted by: mALX Oct 2 2011, 04:03 PM

Very powerful, evocative write! The vision of Acadian and Phantom were intermixed between the dragon and the fighter jet in my mind, I could see and feel both in your telling. Absolutely AWESOME Write !!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Oct 6 2011, 04:17 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srjtcJZs5Zs and I could fully visualize Buffy singing it... if she spoke Japanese, of course.

I enjoyed the brief look into Acadian's mind. No one can escape the up-and-coming dragons, it seems.

All caught up now.

Posted by: Acadian Oct 7 2011, 01:16 PM

Episode 132 found Buffy spending the night at a campsite just east of Kvatch. She announced her hope to hunt a deer and deliver it to the encampment the following morning. Her sleep was interrupted by a dream involving an ancient memory – not one of hers, but of Acadian’s.

KC- Thank you. I was hoping to show some blurring of perspectives in the dream between Buffy and Acadian and display the growing influence they have on each other. I normally try to be very careful about staying in Buffy’s point of view (pov), so it was both fun and a challenge to break some pov rules and swirl things up in Buffy’s telling of the dream. I think we are also seeing that, at this stage, Acadian doesn’t have all the answers and even relies on Buffy in some ways.

SubRosa- Yes, Buffy’s solitary campsites are crowded places! The ‘Good night, John Boy’ scene was absolutely inspired by that Walton’s clip that you provided. Thank you for noting how ice dragons and F-4’s share similar flight characteristics. Without ever asking, I knew that you were an Enya fan! I have imagined that Buffy sings like her for a very long time and it was nice to have the opportunity to display it. Buffy has plenty of flaws of course, but when her friends tell the little elf she has a nice singing voice, they're not kidding.

Grits- Thank you for your beautiful words! I’m so glad that you noted the unique and mystical bond between Buffy and Acadian and how the dream was an opportunity to help showcase it. Kvatch is fairly close to Valenwood, and I guess wood elves are just sort of drawn to it. I hope she gets there too – and before the end of Book 1.

Rider- I see we really do share a keen interest in Valenwood! I’m so glad the dream with Phantom worked. Thank you so much for saying that you think our choice for Buffy’s singing voice suits her!

mALX- Thank you for sharing your feelings about that dream. What you described is so very much what I was hoping you would feel! Thank you.

TK- What a lovely song you linked to! Thanks. Oddly enough, I do have some plans for a distant storyline that is quite anime inspired. Indeed, the first seed was planted when Buffy recently met the small elf with violet hair called Malin. Glad you enjoyed the glimpses into Acadian’s world. I’m both delighted and excited that you are continuing Derelas’ adventure!

As thin plumes of smoke lazily trailed upward, I could see Kvatch's encampment had grown. Rather than making our way through the center of camp to the stable area, Superian and I skirted along the tent city’s southern edge.

The metallic song of a repair hammer reached my ears. Outside one of the nearest tents, an orcish smith stood over a heavy table laboring on a steel shield. I could also see arming swords and several sets of mail that looked to be in various states of repair. The orc stayed her hammer for a moment and pointed to a multicolored pile of surcoats on the ground. “Tiberius, get those dirty things over to Tavia.”

“Yes, Batul. Right away.” As the young Imperial picked up the dozen or so garments, I could see that more than one had been marked by blood or kissed by flame. The boy wore a stag-emblazoned surcoat of white instead of a shirt or tunic. That it was too big for him was only partially remedied by the length of rope cinched around his waist.

I drew Superian to a stop, concerned. The familiar colors Tiberius wore could have only come from one man. As the boy with his arms full crossed our path, I called out, “Where did you get a Bravil surcoat?”

He didn’t stop, but cheerfully replied over one shoulder, “A soldier named Gladius Maro gave it to me. He said he never wanted to see it again, so we issued him a Kvatch wolf.”

I smiled, silently thanking Mara that Gladius was alive and well.

Leaning on the pommel of my mare’s saddle, I watched as Tiberius delivered his burden to a Redguard woman who seemed to be in charge of several teenagers washing clothes in a small stream. I could hear the spring that gurgled forth its treasure from between several nearby rocks to flow south. The youngsters teased and splashed each other as they worked, lending a refreshingly pleasing tone to this bleak place.

Lines strung between several pairs of trees bore the fruit of this laundry operation. In addition to normal clothing, there were numerous surcoats trying to catch a drying breeze. Several bore the black wolf head of Kvatch but I could see other cities represented as well. There was a pair of red surcoats bearing the quarter moons of Skingrad and a yellow one displaying Bruma’s black bird of prey. Still another depicted Chorrol’s Great Oak on its blue fabric.

Superian resumed her slow trek.

Further ahead and to my right, a Khajiit and several humans labored with baskets, shovels and rakes in a pair of small fields. The rows of foliage they tended suggested carrots and potatoes beneath the dirt.

Looking to my left side as the mare slowly continued, the maze of tents oddly resembled the tourney grounds that had briefly sprung up outside of Bravil. There was no music or happy banter of merchants here however. I could see that at least a couple of the tents were indeed reminiscent of the tournament. They were larger than the others and bore broad stripes that, although dingy, seemed quite out of place. Rather than the smells of ale, cinnamon and exotic treats, it was wood smoke that hung heavy in the morning air.

Shortly, the stable area came into view ahead. That too had grown and I could see several horses.

"Welcome back, hunter." I remembered the Redguard who was now eyeing the buck lashed behind my saddle.

"Hail, Bolden. Might you have room in your stable for my mare?"

"Aye. No overhead protection from the weather, but all the fine spring-fed grazing she could ask for." After pausing to let Superian briefly inspect him, Bolden extended his hands and helped me to the ground. "Is that fine buck for Weedum-Ja's kitchen?"

"It is. I didn't want to return empty handed."

We untethered the carcass. I had to admit that the summoned elven dagger had done a better job field dressing the buck than my hunting knife ever could. Bolden grunted as he transferred the weight to his shoulders.

"Here, this will help," I said as I touched the deer with an alteration spell. "It's how I got him up there."

"That's much lighter indeed,” he replied. “Start settling your mare in. I’ll be back as soon as I deliver this fellow to Weedum-Ja.” He then turned and trudged into the camp.

I led Superian toward the other horses. Two white geldings appeared to perhaps be Anvil guard horses. I smiled as I recognized Raxle, the old bay warhorse that had carried Sergeant Lucilius Marcus here. There was a small but sturdy chestnut mare with a blond forelock that almost covered her eyes. I suspected she was well-acquainted with the now empty nearby flatbed wagon. Another bay gelding bore the same Imperial Legion brand as Raxle. None of them took exception to Superian or I as we approached. By the time I removed and hung the mare’s bridle on a makeshift rack fashioned from heavy branches, Bolden had returned and was loosening Superian’s girth.

“Weedum-Ja promises venison tonight,” said Bolden. He ran one hand over the distinctive Equestria stable mark on Superian’s saddle, then lifted it from her back. “I had almost forgotten you were a mage, Buffy, until you cast that spell to lighten the deer. I take it you’ll be staying with the mages?”

“Yes, I’ve been transferred here,” I said.

“Well, you’ll find Sigrid’s guild has grown since your last visit. It’s now the big blue and white tent just north of the camp’s center. So how’s Thernd doing? Still coddling those trained imps that guard his precious Valley of the Horses?”

“He sure is.” My smile faded as I gazed up toward the edge of the plateau that hid the flaming Oblivion Gate from view. “Bolden, Thernd said I should tell you of my wishes. You know, in case something. . . happens to me.”

The Redguard matched my somber expression, then nodded knowingly. “Don’t you worry. I know how to get your mare home to Equestria if it comes to that.”

"Dame Buffy?" The voice came from behind me.

I turned to see a familiar face. "Lucilius!" I stopped myself from charging the Imperial and embarrassing him with a hug. Instead, I extended my hand.

The grizzled Legion sergeant lifted my fingers briefly to his lips then said, "Milady, it is indeed is a spot of brightness during dark times to see your face. Captain Matius told me not to doubt that you would soon be here."

"I'm so thankful to see you safe, Lucilius. How is Savlian?"

"I expect your arrival will brighten his day even more than mine. He was up on the line most of the night while I got some sleep. I expect he's in his tent resting now. Thanks in no small part to your efforts, our ranks have grown to afford some routine time off the perimeter for each of us."

"You’ve quite a few new arrivals then?" I asked, noticing that Lucilius now wore a white surcoat emblazoned with the black wolf head of Kvatch.

"Yes, from every city, save Cheydinhal. In fact we've put up an additional cluster of tents to house our soldiers. It's half way up the trail between the encampment and our flaming mistress at the top of the hill. Some of the soldiers are now calling her Oblivia. I'm on my way up to the barracks area now to brief some new arrivals on how to deal with what comes out of Oblivia."

"I won't hold you up then, Lucilius. We'll have time to catch up later - I'm not leaving."

A grin creased the Imperial's weathered face and his eyes sparkled. "I know, Milady."

As Lucilius headed off to attend his duties, I turned to see Superian fully cooperating as Bolden inspected her feet with a hoof pick in one hand. “She likes you, Bolden, and you’re good with her.”

We chatted for a time until Superian was groomed and settled in. She was in good hands. I knew I needed to check in with my new guildmagister but there would be time for that. Right now, my feet would accept no other path than the one that led directly to the tent of Savlian Matius.

Posted by: King Coin Oct 7 2011, 02:41 PM

Finally back to Kvatch!

Very different from the war camp that I was expecting. They’ve been there long enough that it is bound to be that people would settle in, even with that fiery portal so near. The only thing missing is the merchants.

Savlian is about to have a very good day!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Oct 7 2011, 03:23 PM

I agree with KC that our friend Savlian is about to have a verrrrry good day!

You stopped my heart with that first one! It didn't start beating until young Tiberius explained how he came by the Bravilian colors. Don't do that to me! It's like SubRosa killing off Volsinius or Pappy!

Great presentation of how people adapt to adverse conditions and keep surviving. Something Mehrunes Dagon and his daedra have greatly underestimated. Even if they succeeded in overcoming Tamriel, I doubt that they would succeed in overcoming its people (men, mer and tailed folk all).

Posted by: SubRosa Oct 7 2011, 05:39 PM

After all this time, we have finally returned to Kvatch. It must come as a relief for you to finally get back here, as it has been the driving force behind so much of the story overall. I am certain it is a relief for Buffy, even if it also means having to face certain other things that were easily ignored from a distance.

or kissed by flame.
This was a wonderful description.

I liked your use of the laundry to show what cities had lent their support to Kvatch. I also see that Buffy managed to keep her own clothing on, in spite of the presence of so much water! I suppose that so long as it is not a waterfall, she has some measure of self-control...

Weedum-Ja's kitchen
I read this and did a double-take, thinking of Weebum-Na from Leyawiin. I would not want to go his kitchen! Rat stew, rat flambe, country-fried rat, rat-on-a-stick, etc...

I stopped myself from charging the Imperial and embarrassing him with a hug
Oh my, she is indeed learning self-control after all!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Oct 7 2011, 06:45 PM

Even a shell of her former self, Kvatch lives strong. Kvatch faced destruction once, and now again, but her spirit continues to give strength and hope to all who surround her. It is quite fitting Akatosh chose to grace this city with His favor; Kvatch is the one city in Cyrodiil that can never die.

Excellent portrayal of how life continues for those forced out of her walls. Now that it has really sunk in, it seems that most are just getting about with their new "normal" lives. But now that Buffy has come, and this time to destroy the gate, that life might be about to end.

Posted by: Grits Oct 7 2011, 07:48 PM

The boy wore a stag-emblazoned surcoat of white instead of a shirt or tunic. That it was too big for him was only partially remedied by the length of rope cinched around his waist.

Yes, you stopped my breath with this! Thank you for telling us right away that Gladius wears the wolf now. Whew! I would not have been surprised if Gladius donated squares of his Bravil surcoat for hygienic use at the latrine. I loved the whole laundry operation, especially the light-hearted youngsters. Captain Matius has kept their trust, and I’m sure the barracks between the Gate and the encampment also lets folk relax a little.

It's half way up the trail between the encampment and our flaming mistress at the top of the hill. Some of the soldiers are now calling her Oblivia.

That had me spitting water and falling off my chair.

Right now, my feet would accept no other path than the one that led directly to the tent of Savlian Matius.

Yay!

Posted by: mALX Oct 7 2011, 07:55 PM

Buffy's sharp eyes catching sight of her friends armor was a great touch! So glad to hear Maro was well !! I got a kick out of Buffy's feather spell to make the deer lighter - it brought up quite a few fast jokes to mind about the meal later, but I won't digress on here to spout them, lol.

WOO HOO!! Buffy running to check on Matias !!! Awesome Write !!!

Posted by: The_Lost_King Oct 8 2011, 02:44 AM

Yay we are in Kvatch. I can't wait to, ....... read about?, Savlian's expression. I have been waiting to see how buffy deals with oblivion and Savlian, talking with people is so much harder than killing them.

Posted by: Zalphon Oct 8 2011, 05:35 PM

I think Buffy uses magic to much *shakes head*


And can I get some front-row seats for "Buffy vs. Daedra"

Just kidding, I'm eager to see how it goes!

Edit:

Accidentally posted before I could say what I needed to!

Posted by: Rihanae Oct 10 2011, 02:50 PM

I've only just managed to catch up so i won't leave any out-of-sync comments, so I'll just comment on the current chapter

Like many others here I am extremley excited about Buffy's inevitable encounter with Savlion. I wonder how he will react to her appearance Haha.

I must comment on this particular line:

The metallic song of a repair hammer reached my ears.

I'm not entirely sure why but i found this line extremly beautiful to read, the imagery created with such a simple discription is inspiring. Again, your use of Imagery is incredible; My favorite part of your stories

Posted by: Acadian Oct 14 2011, 01:22 PM

Buffy finally arrived at the Kvatch encampment during episode 133. The tent city had grown in her absence and she noted the apparent influx of reinforcing soldiers – mostly guards from other cities it seemed. Tending first to her mare, she began the process of settling in and renewing old acquaintances.

KC- Yes, our little elf finally made it back to Kvatch! As you can see, the camp has both grown and changed over time. I think you will see more of the pervasive influence of the longstanding siege defense wartime footing as we proceed. Buffy has so much to do as she begins to settle in to her new home and guild branch, but as you can see, checking on the hero with a headband is at the top of her list.

Rider- Given the concern we caused you regarding Gladius, I’m so very glad we resolved it within a couple sentences. Thanks for your encouragement on how we are beginning to show the encampment. It’s a whole new environment for Buffy!

SubRosa- Yes, returning to Kvatch is a relief – with butterflies of trepidation. Upon her return, we were stunned to realize how many faces, old and new are converging on the encampment – and how many have been influenced by Buffy’s efforts. Thanks for the kind words on using surcoats and laundry to begin to show how Savlian’s force has grown. Gosh, you’re right – Iron Chef Weedum-Ja is much more obscure than the rat recipes touted by Weebum-Na, and I don’t blame you for the double-take. Not embarrassing Lucilius with a hug? The touchy feely Buffy is learning self-control – but not much.

TK- Thank you for your epic observations about the wonderful city of Kvatch. The city, her defenders and residents have suffered far too long. Hopefully a byproduct of Buffy’s narrow focus on trying to help Savlian will be freedom for the entire city.

Grits- Once again, I’m glad I eased concerns about Gladius so quickly after bringing them up. I expect those who have guarded against that gate for so long could not help but name the flaming bane of Kvatch; Oblivia just sooo fit. I’m glad that, like Buffy, you have happy feet as she makes her way to Savlian’s tent. She did bring her sock drawer to Kvatch – you know, just in case.

mALX- Thank you! Buffy has so many friends at Kvatch (like Gladius) to catch up with and oodles of new faces to meet. We couldn’t resist working in a meeting with Bolden, then Lucilius, and references to Weedum-Ja and Gladius even as she first arrived. And of course, the man that has drawn her here.

The Lost King- Thank you. I’m so glad you are looking forward to the interactions that will take place at Kvatch. For when all is said and done, this saga of Buffy’s first book is ultimately a love story. There will be plenty of talking and sparks as well as some Daedra slaying.

Zalphon- I’m glad you’ve noticed Buffy’s gradually increasing reliance on magic. She could survive without her bow, but not without her spells.

Rihanae- Hee! I’m so glad you enjoyed the heavy metal music (TES style) from Batul’s hammer! Thank you for rejoining us. The Kvatch storyline will be long and complicated (as everything in Buffy’s life seems to be), but Savlian Matius will certainly dominate her thoughts and actions.

I held my face close to the tent flap and spoke softly, "Savlian?" Lucilius had told me he was probably sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. Receiving no answer, I slipped into his tent.

Lifting my fist, I bathed myself in a soft aura to illuminate the dark interior.

There he was.

I knelt on the bear pelt that served as a pad beneath the sleeping Imperial. A bedroll embraced his mid and lower body, while a simple beige tunic of undyed linen covered his chest and shoulders. A thin strip of leather around his neck trailed under the garment, concealing whatever it suspended against his chest. Fearing that I would wake him, I resisted the urge to kiss his cheek. Instead I leaned closer and deeply inhaled his comforting scent. The damp towel draped over a wooden chair explained the mild odor of soap. He had probably used the bathing tent before going to sleep. Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils, leaving me lightheaded. I wanted to curl up next to him but knew I should content myself to just look at him for a few moments before reporting to Sigrid.

"Menien!" The single word urgently escaped Savlian's sleeping lips. I leaned back barely in time to avoid his empty shield hand as it came up sharply to block some invisible foe. His right hand thrust forward as if wielding a blade.

"Savlian!" I shook one shoulder.

His eyes snapped open, revealing a mixture of frustration, anger and confusion. As he focused on me, his hands stilled and eyes softened. "Buffy?”

I smiled and nodded.

“I was . . . am I dead?"

"No, brave man. You were having a nightmare.”

"But you're here with me. And surrounded by a halo of white light. How can that be?"

"It’s a simple illumination spell and I just arrived within the hour. You called out for Menien."

Savlian rose to one elbow and his brow furrowed. "I should have led that ill-fated expedition into the damn gate. Because of my decision, Menien and three soldiers are gone. Thank the Nine we got Ilend back.”

I placed one hand on his cheek. "We both know that your place is commanding the overall effort. Had you led that group into the gate, you would have suffered the same fate. Then, without your leadership, the rest of the perimeter would have collapsed. Such knowledge is probably scant comfort and doesn’t help your nightmares much though. . . I have them too sometimes."

"Oblivion?" he asked, placing his hand over mine.

"Yes, of being eaten alive by clannfears. The nightmares are less frequent now that I’ve learned to hunt and kill them, but sometimes they still awaken me."

"The destruction wrought by that gate spreads well beyond Kvatch," he said. "I'm sorry you've been dragged into this, Buffy."

"I've chosen to be here, Savlian. I know how to close that gate for you, but there will be time for that later." As he started to sit up, I gently pushed him back down into the bedroll. "You need your rest and I should pay respects to my guild."

An acquiescing smile indicated he accepted my advice. "I'll be up in an hour or two to make my rounds. May I call on you at the Mages Guild then?"

"I'd like that very much."

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."

"I’m not leaving Kvatch this time, Savlian.” I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck. I filled one fist with dispelling magic. As I raised it and opened my fingers I said, "I'll put out the light now. Sleep well." I slipped out of the tent, blinking under a midday sun.

As I approached the center of the encampment, I could see the 'kitchen' had been expanded to what looked more like a troop feeding station. Numerous tables and benches were lined up under a large yellow and white striped tent, the sides of which were rolled up. Perhaps half a dozen soldiers in various surcoats from differing cities were eating, along with several plainly dressed residents of the encampment. I recognized Weedum-Ja, the Argonian in charge, as she labored over a hot spit tending what appeared to be a leg of the buck that Superian and I had brought. Several more citizens busily responded to her orders as they stirred bubbling pots, served food or cleaned dishes.

A Redguard in plate armor rose from his seat and arranged both a claymore and mage staff on his back. From Boderi's description, I figured he was likely the weapon recharger that Raminus had sent to Kvatch.

I caught his eye and said, "Excuse me. My name's Buffy and I'm with the Mages Guild. Are you Raccan?"

The Redguard looked to be more than ten years my senior and wore closely cropped black hair with just a sprinkling of gray. After briefly appraising me, he replied, "Yes, I’m Raccan and your name is familiar. Guildmagister Sigrid said we should expect you. Well met, Buffy.”

Encouraged by his warm smile, I grasped the offered hand and looked up at him. “I trust you had a safe journey from the University?”

“I encountered two conjurers along the Gold Road just east of here.” Contempt simmered in his words as he continued, “Foul corrupted mages. They tried to capture me, but my birthsign absorbed the spell one of them cast. Each then summoned a scamp and attacked.”

“So that explains the pair of dead Altmer I found just off the edge of the road.” Considering that we were standing in a dining area, I didn’t feel it necessary to voice my observation that one had been gutted and the other nearly beheaded. It seemed Boderi’s high opinion of Raccan’s fighting ability was well-deserved. “Their blue robes had strange markings.”

“Aye,” he said simply. “As I was searching the bodies, a Legion rider by the name of Falcedon Laenius came upon us. It seems this gang of conjurers isn’t content to sacrifice animals. They’ve been capturing travelers – probably for their demented rituals. They likely have a lair nearby.”

“You mean Dasek Moor?” I said, concerned. “That’s pretty close.”

“I don’t think so, Buffy. Falcedon said he once chased a couple of them south, almost to the Strid River before he lost them. He figures they might have been heading to Fort Agarctova down by the border overlooking Valenwood. You know the Legion’s story these days though: no manpower to go clear the cult out.”

“That’s horrible,” I said. Although I had not encountered them before, conjurers were known to be secretive rogue mages that favored Daedra - and blood sacrifices. “I’m glad you prevailed.”

“I hope your trip was less eventful than mine?” he said.

I nodded. “I’m sure your actions contributed to my safe passage.” I then pointed toward the northern end of the camp. "I take it that large blue and white striped tent is our guild?"

As if welcoming the lighter topic, Raccan chuckled. "Yes. I'm told these big garish tents that now house the eating area and Mages Guild are courtesy of Countess Umbranox - apparently left over from a jousting tournament hosted by Anvil years ago. Forgive me for not escorting you to the guild, but the watch team I've been assigned to reports for duty up at the perimeter in a couple hours. Since I'm new here, Bjorn – he’s the soldier in charge of my team - wants to go over some tactics with me before I start my first shift.

"Don't let me hold you from your duties. It was nice to meet you, Raccan." As we exchanged smiles again, I turned toward the Mages Guild.

Posted by: King Coin Oct 14 2011, 03:05 PM

I don’t think Savlian would have minded being woken with a kiss!

And then she has to wake him anyways. His confusion was a good touch. Nobody’s really with it when they first wake up.

I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck.
Yes, our Imperial needs some sleep.

Now to be honest the highlight of the chapter for me was meeting Raccan. This guy’s going to be hell on wheels when it comes to closing the gate and taking back the city. Those conjurers picked on the wrong traveler.

Posted by: SubRosa Oct 14 2011, 03:21 PM

A thin strip of leather around his neck trailed under the garment, concealing whatever it suspended against his chest.
A lock of blond hair perhaps?

I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck.
Yay for Buffy! Not only did she get in that kiss she has been dreaming about - well, maybe not the exact one, but it is a start - but she also showed an incredible amount of self-control

Welcome to the party Raccan! Quite a handy fella to have around I see. Why do I suspect that his news of conjurers foreshadows Buffy paying them a visit at Fort Agarctova?

The mess hall gave us another good view into the union of cities across Cyrodiil that has formed to defend Kvatch. Tents from Anvil, soldiers with every surcoat imaginable, members of the mages guild armed and armored up. As you said in your comments, Buffy is no small part for that coming about. Quite a testament to how far our favorite Dame has come.



nits:
Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils{,} leaving me lightheaded.
I think this might read easier if you insert a comma above.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Oct 14 2011, 08:00 PM

Lifting my fist, I bathed myself in a soft aura to illuminate the dark interior.

How beautifully evocative!

So Savlian still has night terrors of the attack, and of all those who died under his command. Mark of a good commander: remember your fallen. I am sure that the spirits that haunt his sleep lend him their strength against the Daedra.

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."

Great minds think alike, it seems!

“I encountered two conjurers along the Gold Road just east of here.” Contempt simmered in his words as he continued, “Foul corrupted mages. They tried to capture me, but my birthsign absorbed the spell one of them cast. Each then summoned a scamp and attacked.”

Plenty of nice details about Raccan are revealed here in a very subtle and unintrusive manner. The birthsign spell absorption is just enough to tell us he is an Atronach, and his reaction to the mention of the conjurers shows us the Redguards' hatred of corrupt magic, born of their racial prejudice for mages.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Oct 14 2011, 09:31 PM

Well, I can't imagine a better sight for Savlian to wake up to than Buffy aglow in an argent halo! No wonder he thought he'd died. And I have to agree with TK - the mark of a great commander is that they never forget the fallen. It's a motif I've touched on before, time and time again.

I loved the (too-brief) description of the field kitchen, and the reference to the colorful tents as being a donation from Countess Umbranox. This, along with the laundry in the previous post, really brings home how much of a role cooperation between cities and counties ought to play in the economics and politics of Cyrodiil. And hey, what better thing to do than repurpose a bunch of otherwise useless canvas? Make sails out of them?

As for the rest, I will defer to primus pilus Julian of Anvil: Sir Acadian, please kindly send that Raccan fellow up to me at Bruma. I can use a few lessons on using magic in combat! Especially against those spell-casting fetchers! Some time before Emperor Martin gives me the next assignment would be nice.

Posted by: mALX Oct 15 2011, 05:00 AM

I got a kick out of Matius thinking Buffy was an angel with a halo of light around her !! How cool to add that touch of realism to the magic she used !! This is exciting, a storyline I have waited years to see unfold - Awesome Write !!! WOO HOO !!!

Posted by: Grits Oct 15 2011, 11:47 AM

Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils leaving me lightheaded. I wanted to curl up next to him but knew I should content myself to just look at him for a few moments before reporting to Sigrid.
A lovely, wobbly-knees moment even though Buffy was already kneeling down. I was smiling over Savlian’s confusion when he woke to a vision of his heroine-in-a-halo. I wonder what he wears on that leather necklace.

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."
Oh, this is perfect Savlian! I can just hear him saying it.



I was enjoying the mess tent when…

A Redguard in plate armor rose from his seat and arranged both a claymore and mage staff on his back.

Oh my gosh, Raccan! He sounds amazing. His Atronach birthsign gives me an especially big grin. Wow, this is exciting!

Posted by: Riften Oct 15 2011, 10:43 PM

Heya there Acadian, Its me (Talos) from the Official forums, Nice to be signed up

Posted by: TheBrume Oct 20 2011, 12:13 AM

Hmm I wonder what's on the end of that leather.
I liked the description of the kitchen, you paint a nice picture.
How did you come up with the name Agarctova? Or is that in game?

I look forward to reading the next episode.

Posted by: Acadian Oct 21 2011, 01:34 PM

All- Let me precede today's episode with an announcement. As Acadian the Senior approaches his ninety first winter, I make another pilgrimage to visit. I fast travel today and look forward to the bittersweet meeting of paladins, not knowing how many more such meetings are left. I know we will talk of fast steeds named Superian, Corsair and Phantom. I’ll be back in plenty of time to catch up on the few days of reading that I will miss and to post next Friday’s episode. Thanks for your patience and warm support, my friends.

Now, as you will recall in our last episode (134), Buffy found Savlian sleeping in his tent – until he awoke from a nightmare. Unlike her (clann)fear-based nightmares, it seemed his are more related to decisions regretted and lives lost on his orders. She encouraged him to sleep some more and left his tent, agreeing to meet later at the Mages Guild. Passing the dining area, she met a new guild mate who told her of his harrowing encounter with members of a local band of conjurers.

KC- Thank you! I’m glad that Savlian’s confusion at waking from a nightmare to the vision hovering over him came through nicely. Thanks also for endorsing our introduction to Raccan.

SubRosa- Buffy’s quite touchy-feely of course, so a quick kiss on the cheek, reassuring touch and other such gestures are very natural for her. She is still hoping for a real kiss from her hero. The encampment is Buffy’s new home and I hope to continue to present more of her impressions of life there. Thanks for the nit – I agree and added that comma.

TK- Your own skill with evocative description renders your kind words even more welcome. I’m glad to see Savlian coming through, as I will be trying to develop him more through what he shows us and what we hear about him than what he says. Buffy has lots of old friends to catch up with and a good number of new ones to meet at her new city. I will be trying to spread those out as she makes her way around the camp. I’m so glad that our conservative use of words in introducing Raccan carried much of who he is! Thank you.

Rider- When it comes to noble selfless heroes, I've always considered Savlian to be the gritty real deal and I know he is a powerfully important figure to you as well. It is therefore with significant trepidation that I embark on trying develop him as a character, hoping ever so much that my humble skills are up to the task. You well know how emotional and precious some segments of a story can be to its writer, and much of the Kvatch storyline is that way for Buffy and I. Your kind words bring great comfort in that regard. I found the concept of Raccan quite intriguing. As you recall, in BF those who can recharge weapons must forsake all spellcasting (else every mage would simply self charge their own weapons). So Raccan compensates by using enchanted blades + staff and mastering blade, alchemy and heavy armor. After Kvatch, we’ll send him straight to Bruma with orders to report to Julian for duty!

mALX- Thank you so much for commenting on the intended ‘angelic’ overtones of Savlian waking to the aura of light surrounding our Child of Dawn. As I said to Rider, this whole Kvatch storyline is quite emotional for Buffy and I. Therefore, your steadfast encouragement and enthusiasm is so wonderfully soothing and appreciated.

Grits- Thank you also for enjoying the short initial reunion between Buffy and Savlian. I’m so glad you considered the line you quoted to be ‘perfect Savlian’. One of his enduring traits that was inspired by his game dialogue will be liberal use of the word 'damn' - and I agree, it so fits his manner. I’m glad you enjoyed Raccan. Like Jerric, he has the steel and stones to handle that Atronach birthsign.

Riften- A very warm welcome to you as you join our saga! Please just jump right in with the reading; Buffy will catch you up as we go along. I’m so delighted that you are bringing Riften’s tale to our forum!

TheBrume- Welcome! I’m quite enjoying Lucius’ journey as he makes his way to Cyrodiil and am glad you are sharing his story on our forum. Buffy got distracted before she could learn what Savlian wears around his neck under that tunic. Perhaps the next time she sees him without his mail, she’ll find out. Fort Agarctova is an invention for Buffy’s story. We spent quite a bit of time and some googling to come up with a list of medieval/fantasy place names that might work, then narrowed it to that name. It is a fairly small fort southeast of Kvatch right on the Cyrodiil border overlooking the Strid River and Valenwood. And as you have read, it likely hosts a clan of conjurers.

A pair of weathered green banners flanked the entrance. The vertical arcane symbols they displayed left no doubt that the large blue and white striped tent belonged to my guild. Once inside, I was surprised by its spaciousness. Soft lighting was provided by numerous glow stones – likely donated by other chapters of the Mages Guild – and augmented by several flickering candles. The ground was almost completely covered by a patchwork of carpets. Several tapestries adorned the fabric walls.

Toward the left end of the tent, a pleasant looking woman in a russet felt dress stood behind a table, crafting potions. Small fire bowls were nestled beneath the simmering alembic and calcinator. Amber liquid was cooling in the retort, no doubt to disperse cloudiness and strengthen its effect. I was relieved to see that the guild had a fine set of alchemy equipment for us to use. Recalling that Sigrid was an alchemist, I wasn’t surprised. The Breton, who appeared to be about my age, lowered the pink vial she had just filled to the table and looked at me. Her stained fingers brushed an errant strand of brown hair behind one round ear as she said, "Can I help you?"

I approached and cheerfully said, "I’m Buffy."

At the mention of my name, her pleasant expression cooled. “Pelena Maro.” Her posture changed as she stood up very straight – perhaps to emphasize that she was taller than I. “I’m a new associate. My husband, Gladius, has often mentioned your name.” Her eyes traveled from my head to my toes. “He somehow neglected to tell me how attractive you are.”

The ice in her tone negated any compliment carried by her words. Choose your response with caution, Buffy, lest you get off on the wrong foot here. “I’ve also heard Gladius speak of you, Pelena, and it’s clear he adores you. I so respect you for bravely choosing to accompany your man to this dangerous place. I know you must love each other very much. Congratulations, guild sister.”

She narrowed her eyes as if weighing my words. Apparently my response was adequate, for after a few awkward moments her face softened somewhat. "Well, I wasn't about to let him get away from me,” she declared, “and convinced him to let me try to join the Mages Guild. I don't know much about spells or poisons, but I learned a great deal about potions from Father. I feel lucky that Sigrid accepted me in her branch. She’s teaching me how to summon a skeleton."

“I’m just the opposite when it comes to alchemy,” I offered, grasping for something in common besides Gladius. “I can make pretty strong poisons but I’m just not very good with potions. And like you, I’m trying to improve my conjuration skill as well. Perhaps we could train together sometime."

"Gladius thought it would be a good idea if I learned how to summon help to protect myself. He should be finished with his shift up by the gate in a couple hours. He's on the same watch schedule as Dreelius."

"I haven't met Dreelius yet." Seeing no bedrolls in the tent, I added, "Where does everyone sleep?"

Pelena swept her hand toward four blue tapestries along the rear 'wall'. "There." I could now see they actually served as flaps to enter additional tents connected to the main one. Pointing to the closest, she smiled shyly and said, "This one's for Gladius and I. I'm so glad that Sigrid and Lucilius both agreed that Gladius could live here in the guild with me. Lucilius said it would be much better than billeting us with the soldiers. He joked that Gladius would be expected to share anything he brought up to the barracks tents.” After we both chuckled, Pelena continued, “In the next tent is Roliand Hanus and Arielle Jurard - a pair of battlemages. They’re assigned to different schedules, but are both off duty and sleeping right now."

"I've had the pleasure of meeting them before." I said.

“I’m not surprised,” replied Pelena. “Gladius told me how much you’ve traveled. This is my first time away from The Imperial City.” I was relieved that her previous coolness toward me seemed to have largely dissipated. “Anyway,” she continued, “that third tent is for Dreelius and Raccan."

"I just met Raccan. He was headed up the hill for some training before duty."

"Yes," said Pelena. "His watch team will be relieving the one that Gladius and Dreelius are assigned to."

"It all seems quite organized," I said, letting my eyes wander around the tent.

"That’s because of Savlian Matius, Lucilius Marcus and Sigrid,” the Breton replied. “They each care a great deal about Kvatch. Oh, that last tent is the guildmagister’s. She should be back soon. She makes several trips up the hill each day to check on the mages and soldiers that stand watch, making sure they are in good health and have plenty of potions. There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.”

I smiled at the Breton’s a sense of humor. “I’m sure she’s glad for your potion making skill.” We chatted some more as she showed me around the guild.

Along one end of the tent was an arming table. I noted a pair of blue hoods among the various pieces of plate armor that I imagined belonged to Roliand and Arielle. In the nearby corner was a barrel containing a variety of claymores, arming swords and staves. Pelena confirmed the weaponry was enchanted. Except for two blades belonging to the battlemages, it had all been brought from the University by Raccan. I staged Slayer, along with my quiver and pack, by the barrel. At her request, I then helped the Breton as she practiced summoning a skeleton.

"I see you two have met." I turned at the Nordic voice to see that Sigrid had just entered the guild. "Welcome back, Buffy."

She was as striking - well, intimidating actually - as ever with her golden hair, crystal blue eyes and ample bosom that strained the bodice of her blue velvet gown. Waves of self-doubt swept over me. How could Savlian be interested in a skinny big eared elf when everyday he dealt with such a beautifully elegant and shapely woman? I managed a smile. "Journeyman Buffy, reporting for duty."

Sigrid grinned. "Join me in my tent. Let's talk."

"It was wonderful to meet you, Pelana," I said. "I just know we’ll become good friends." I then turned to follow the Nordic hips, frowning enviously as I noted how dramatically they flared out from her narrow waist.

Sigrid’s tent was simply appointed. Bedding was neatly rolled up in one corner. There was a small wooden table covered with books, letters, an inkpot and quill. Several gowns that appeared identical to the one Sigrid wore hung from a line where one wall of her tent met the ceiling. She briefly stretched, then rubbed her lower back with both hands before easing herself onto a crate that served as a chair. At her gestured invitation, I sat on the only other piece of furniture in the tent – a sea chest. “It’s good to see you again, Buffy. Congratulations on your promotion.”

“Yours also, Guildmagister.”

She folded her hands on the table. “Is what Savlian Matius tells me true? That you have researched Daedra Lords and know what it takes to destroy our Oblivion Gate?”

“I don’t have all the answers,” I said, “but I’ve learned what holds the gate open and believe I know how to close it.”

“Thank the Nine, Buffy.” She picked up the quill from her table and absently rubbed the feathered end over one cheek. “Our watch teams that defend against the gate are already pretty well covered by mages and archers. I would ask that your focus be on working directly with Savlian Matius to help him get that awful thing closed. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes, Guildmagister,” I replied. “I was hoping that would be my assignment.”

“Do you snore?”

“I-I don’t think so,” I answered, tilting my head at the dramatic change in subject.

“Good. Then you can bunk in here with me.” Her face then softened and she winked. “That is unless our brave captain has asked you to share his tent.”

Instantly, I felt a warm flush surge up through my face to the tips of my ears. “D-do my feelings for Savlian show that much?”

Sigrid loosed a hearty laugh. “You speak his name as if he was one of the Nine.”

I frowned as the insidious vines of a new concern began to encircle and squeeze my heart. “Does he share his tent with many women?”

Sigrid shook her head and gave me a crooked smile. “I’ve known him for many years and would never have believed any woman could penetrate his sense of duty – that is, until I saw the way he looked at you during your last visit.”

“Thank you, Sigrid, for telling me that. You’ve no idea the swirling thoughts that fill my head. I-I have trouble believing he could be interested in me when,” I lowered my eyes to the simple carpet on the ground, “there is such a beautiful woman here who is so devoted to his city.”

“Look, Buffy,” she admonished, “one jealous young lady who lacks self-confidence is enough in my guild.” Her fingers then gently lifted my chin until our eyes met. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Pelena: You’ve clearly marked your territory, and guild mates don’t steal from each other. When I’ve spoken to Savlian of personal matters, he’s always turned the conversation to the elven mystic archer that he insisted would someday return.”

“I assure you that I’m much better with magic and bow than sorting out my feelings when it comes to men.”

“I’m sure, Buffy. I’ve just received letters from both Kud-Ei and Boderi Farano commending your abilities. Regarding Savlian, I’m thankful he’s in charge here, but the man has not yet learned that there are other important things in life beyond the duty that consumes him. If there’s anyone who can teach him, I figure it’s the little elf who’s just returned. As for me, I would frankly prefer an older man who already has his priorities sorted out – like Lucilius.”

My eyes opened wide. “You and Lucilius?”

The Nord’s face blushed slightly as she said, “Well, we do spend lots of time together working on watch schedules and priorities as we try to implement Savlian’s policies.” She then smiled wistfully. “When Lucilius talks to me, he looks into my eyes instead of staring at my breasts.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever had that problem,” I said, unsure as to whether I felt envious or grateful. Probably both, I decided.

With a tact and grace far exceeding that of most Nords, Sigrid smiled and replied, “That’s because of those big elven eyes.”

“Guildmagister?” I recognized the lilting voice just outside the flap of Sigrid’s tent.

“Yes, Pelena,” replied the Nord.

“Savlian Matius is here asking for Buffy,” came the soft reply.

“Thank you, she’ll be right out.” Sigrid lowered her voice and squeezed my hand. “Go to him. You’ve much work to do.”

Posted by: mALX Oct 21 2011, 02:12 PM

SPEW !!! I loved how the meeting between Buffy and Pelena began !! Pelena seems to have a green-eyed monster, lol.


SPEW!!!

I'd say !!!

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/File:OB-npc-Sigrid.jpg




This has made it to the top of my favorite chapters list !!! Totally AWESOME WRITE !!!! WOO HOO !!!

Posted by: King Coin Oct 21 2011, 02:19 PM

Pelena Maro lacks the diplomatic skills Buffy has. Or has Gladius earned the suspicion and jealousy his wife has? Either way I’m glad Buffy chose the diplomatic course.

Lol! Can’t have the wife crammed in with the soldiers!

There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.


Oh no! jealousy strikes Buffy when Sigrid joins her and Pelana in the guild tent!

That was a dramatic change in subject! Buffy’s reaction is priceless. I’m glad Sigrid had that little chat with Buffy as well. We also learn that Pelana is merely nervous. I'm glad that Gladius hasn't done anything.

And Savlian arrives!

Posted by: SubRosa Oct 21 2011, 04:38 PM

You are Fast Traveling? Don't say that in the Bethesda forums, you will be accused of ruining real life, and not being a real Reality player.

Her stained fingers brushed an errant strand of brown hair behind one round ear as she said,
I loved the very light touch you used here in pointing out the Breton's round ear. A stark contrast to Buffy's own wood elf ears, that she is so self-conscious of.

It seems Pelena is a touch jealous. Not at all surprising, considering how well her man seems to know the Buffster, not to mention our bosmer bowgirl's own attributes.

There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.”
Yes, I believe I have seen them both...

I see Buffy's own enviousness of Sigrid is still alive and well also. That is such a wonderful juxtaposition with Pelena's feelings.

She briefly stretched, then rubbed her lower back with both hands
This was a good - and subtle - touch as showing the price of those two things that lift men's spirits so...

“That is unless our brave captain has asked you to share his tent.”
Oh my! It appears that our wood elves have a habit of broadcasting their feelings toward everyone!

I’m much better with magic and bow than sorting out my feelings when it comes to men.
Ok, this is one place where Buffy and Teresa are completely unalike!

Seriously, just as I liked your gently showing us both Pelena's and Buffy's jealousies and insecurities concerning their men, I was so glad to hear Sigrid bluntly tell the Buffster to chill out. Of course it was pleasantly reassuring to also hear of how Savlian dwells upon a certain mystic archer as well.

When Lucilius talks to me, he looks into my eyes instead of staring at my breasts.”
Uh oh, I hate to break this to you Sigrid, but Luke is probably gay!

All in all this was a nice segment that helped build the Kvatch Mages Guild, and made it seem a real place, occupied by real people, including Buffy herself. As you said, it is her new home, and now it feels like a home.

nits:
likely donated by other guilds
You might want to revist using the term guilds. My first thought was the Fighters Guild, Prostitute's Guild, etc... But I think you meant the Mages Guild chapters in other cities. So perhaps say other chapters of the MG, or something to that effect.

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Oct 21 2011, 07:06 PM

"Yes," said Pelena. "His watch team will be relieving the one that Gladius and Dreelius are assigned to."

Gladius? That is one guy I'd never want to cross! His name literally means 'sword'!

I'm glad Buffy was so willing to accept Pelena! There are far too few friends in the world, and Pelena certainly looked as though she needed one. I'm also glad she warmed up to our Diminutive Devoted Dame.

This chapter did a very good job at getting us back up to speed with the goings-on at Kvatch for the Mages Guild. Further aid has been sent besides Buffy, so it does look like those elderly tower-dwellers have their priorities straight. Their people got hit just as bad as everyone else, after all.

It looks to me as though Buffy is ready to assault Oblivia's Gateway!

Posted by: D.Foxy Oct 22 2011, 01:54 AM

There ARE a couple of things ON Sigrid that lift a part of men up, but it's not their spirits - it's their...er...

...um


...then again, I suppose you COULD call that part that gets lifted up the 'spirit' of a man...

Posted by: Grits Oct 22 2011, 01:21 PM

I can’t imagine a more sincere compliment than another woman with her claws out. I loved watching Buffy carefully disarm Pelena and win her over by finding their common ground. Pelena’s house tour gave me a clear picture of Buffy’s new home. Sigrid’s chapter is running more smoothly from a tent than others do in their stone guild halls.

I love your portrayal of Sigrid, an elegant Nord with a hearty laugh and grin. Now Buffy has a roomie! I think that Sigrid’s direct manner is so fitting for her. Sounds like the two blondes will have plenty of non-guild business to whisper about after lights out. Thumbs up to Lucilius for timing his ogling for when Sigrid won’t see it.

I frowned as the insidious vines of a new concern began to encircle and squeeze my heart. “Does he share his tent with many women?”
I hadn’t thought of that! Whew.

“Savlian Matius is here asking for Buffy,” came the soft reply.
Yay!

Safe travels, Acadian!

Posted by: Riften Oct 22 2011, 09:23 PM

Hehe! really enjoyed the update!
Especially the conversation you had with Sigrid.
Can't wait until next Friday to see what happens with Savilian.

the way you described the guild tent was very well done.

Posted by: TheBrume Oct 25 2011, 05:32 PM

I enjoyed this episode (that siad, I enjoy every episode, so there's nothing new there). Buffy's conversation with Pelena seemed... realistic.

Posted by: McBadgere Oct 27 2011, 01:07 PM

I like Buffy already!...

Nice... ...

Good praise there Badgere...Very...Concise...Sheesh... ...

Posted by: Acadian Oct 28 2011, 01:08 PM

All- I’m back from my pilgrimage, all caught up on the wonderful stories that I follow and happy to be able to update with a new episode today. Thanks so much for the well wishes!

As you will recall, Buffy spent Episode 135 in the large tent complex of her guild. She met Pelena, a new associate and wife of the former Bravilian guard, Gladius Maro. Our elf managed to carefully diffuse some jealously on Pelena’s part, only to confront her own similar insecurities during a meeting with Sigrid that followed. As she had hoped, Buffy’s new guildmagister has assigned her the task of helping Savlian Matius close the Oblivion Gate. The meeting was ended when Savlian Matius arrived, asking for Buffy.

mALX- Thank you! Like you, I’m thinking Pelena’s jealousy is simply born out of youthful insecurity – something else she has in common with Buffy. Thanks for the link to our buxom blond bombshell in blue.

KC- Thanks for noting the similarity between Pelena’s behavior and Buffy’s in the presence of Sigrid. Yup, Gladius is a keeper.

SubRosa- Thank you also for commenting on the similarities between Pelena and Buffy. I loved that Sigrid dealt with both of her young charges’ insecurities by quoting the policy that guild mates don’t steal from each other. I agree on your nit and clarified it – thank you.

TK- Thank you! Like you, Buffy is very glad her attempt to reach out into Pelena’s coolness and sooth feathers seemed to have worked. Kvatch is Buffy’s new home and it will take some time to gently develop it as well as the hero in a headband.

Foxy- I’m so glad that mention of Sigrid drew you to attention! Thanks for stopping by.

Grits- Your own sensitivity and skill with Abiene’s feminine thinking make your kind words so very appreciated! Thanks for endorsing Sigrid. I do indeed see her as a strong woman who has risen to the demands placed upon her in magnificent fashion.

Riften- Thank you for the kind words about the guild and Buffy’s conversation with Sigrid. I hope you’ll be pleased that Buffy will spend this entire next episode with Savlian and he will show us a little more of both Kvatch and himself.

TheBrume- I’m so glad Buffy’s chat with Pelena had a realistic ring for you. Thank you!

McBadgere- I’m delighted that you’ve begun posting your wonderful story at Chorrol. Regarding Buffy, thanks for the kind words! I hope you won’t be daunted by the length of our saga. Just jump right in where we are now or consider the link below.

Given that Buffy’s Journal has grown quite long and that we have several newer readers, I’ve created an ‘executive summary’ thread in the Acadian subforum to help those wanting to quickly catch up with us in one short sitting: http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4874

As I stepped from Sigrid’s tent into the main guild area, I looked up into the brown eyes of my hero and felt my heart quicken. Savlian stood before me in his headband, mail and wolf-headed surcoat. An arming sword rode at one hip and I could see the round edges of a steel shield that was stowed on his back. “Thank you for calling on me,” I said.

“I was hoping that you would tour the defensive perimeter with me,” was his reply.

After shouldering Slayer and my quiver, I slipped out the guild tent as Savlian held the flap open for us. Our chatting was continuously interrupted as we made our way through the camp to the base of the trail leading up to the defensive barricade. Savlian knew everyone of course. As we stopped to talk with many residents of the camp, he introduced me to each of them. He queried several of his soldiers on the quality and quantity of food as we traversed Weedum-Ja’s dining tent. From his comments and questions, it became clear that he made it his business to know the people of Kvatch – especially her defenders.

As we started up the trail, he said, “I hope your trip from the Arcane University was uneventful?”

“Mostly,” I replied. “Only one bandit between the University and Skingrad, but even a Khajiit is no match for my horse’s speed. Raccan told me, however, that he encountered a pair of conjurers just east of here a few days ago as he made the same journey.”

Savlian nodded. “Falcedon Laenius’ mounted patrol route is between Skingrad and Kvatch. He does a fine job keeping that stretch of road free of bandits. We’ve been having problems close to camp for some time with those conjurers though. They seem to melt in and out of the wilderness to the south. I suspect they have a lair down on the Valenwood border in an old Legion fort called Argarctova. We just can’t spare the resources to serve them the cold steel of justice.”

“Raccan said Falcedon told him about the same thing,” I replied.

“Lucilius and Sigrid think Raccan shows great promise here. If he’s as lethal as Roliand and Arielle, he’ll be a welcome addition indeed.” He paused to greet a pair of passing mail-clad guardsmen from Chorrol and introduce me to them.

Although I had seen members of the Legion hail each other on occasion by briefly planting a fist to the middle of their chest, I didn’t understand how or when this was required. It seemed though, that all of the soldiers greeted Savlian in this manner, and he returned their gestures in kind.

As we continued up the hill, he said, “Between Falcedon patrolling east and Anvil’s ranger patrolling to our west, the bandits and highwaymen fare poorly in our area. Not to mention that we have little to steal.”

“Is that ranger’s name Alawen?” I asked.

“It is,” replied Savlian. “Countess Umbranox has extended her range to the edge of our encampment. We rarely see the ranger, but it’s not unusual for one of the rotating Anvil guards to report finding a dead bandit along the Gold Road west of here - normally with a single wound to the chest where Alawen has cut her arrow free.”

“I know the ranger and she’s a fine-“

“Hail, Captain!” The voice that interrupted me came from an approaching soldier wearing the colors of Kvatch. An Argonian in a blue robe and hood strode next to him. As they drew closer, the soldier that I now recognized as Gladius Maro continued, “Is that little elf at your side Buffy of Bravil?”

“Aye,” replied Savlian as his fist returned Gladius’ salute. He then added, with what I believed was a note of pride, “She just returned to us this morning.”

“Gladius, you may call me Buffy of Kvatch,” I teased. “It’s good to see you again, my friend. I’ve already met Pelena and I’m so glad you brought her with you. Congratulations.”

“I’m glad you two already know each other,” said Savlian. Turning to me, he added, “Pelena’s potions are of great help to us, and Gladius’ strong sword arm is very welcome here.” Nodding toward the robed mage, Savlian continued, “Buffy, this fine mage is Dreelius. His deadly spells have made life much easier for his watch team.” Addressing the Argonian, he added, “Dreelius, you’ll be pleased to know that Buffy here has just reported for duty with your guild branch.”

I extended my hand to the Argonian. He took it in a gentle grasp and softly said, “Welcome to Kvatch, guild mate.”

I noted the only weapon he carried was a silver dagger at one hip of his belted robe. “I’m pleased to meet you, Dreelius. Our numbers are small, but it seems like we have a fine guild here.”

“I know you both have just come off the line,” said Savlian to Gladius and Dreelius. “Thank you for your selfless work, but I know you must be hungry. Weedum-Ja has some roasted venison waiting for you down the hill, thanks to Buffy. And Gladius, you take good care of that new wife of yours. I understand she’s learning how to summon skeletons already?”

“She is, Captain,” replied Gladius. “Thanks for the venison, Buffy.”

Savlian and I continued up the hill until we came to a cleared area at one of the switchbacks. “This is Camp Defiance,” he announced.

“Lucilius mentioned having to set up more tents due to the influx of soldiers from other cities,” I said.

He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and turned me to face him. “Thanks to you and those letters from Captain Draconis of Leyawiin, our numbers have grown dramatically since you were here last.” He then pointed to the rows of tents.

I could see a number of soldiers seated in the camp working on their weapons or armor. Several were gathered around a pair of their comrades as the two took turns tossing a pair of small carved figurines onto the ground and evaluating the results. I heard terms like ‘leaning jowler’ and ‘razorback’ bantered around. I looked questioningly at Savlian.

After a chuckle, he replied. “Although the game is called ‘Pass the Pigs’, it’s commonly played throughout the Legion to pass time.”

Looking around, I said, “This camp has a beautiful view of southern Cyrodiil, yet is far enough away from the gate that it is not marred by the Oblivion sky.”

“Lucilius and I chose this location because it allows a reserve force that is closer to the gate and provides another buffer protecting the lower encampment. This is primarily a camp for staging and sleeping. We keep the support services down the hill as you’ve already seen.”

“What’s Lucilius doing?” I pointed at the sergeant, surrounded by soldiers wearing a rainbow of surcoats.

“He’s assessing and training new arrivals,” Savlian replied. “They’ll each be assigned to one of our watch teams and begin serving on the line within a day or two. Lucilius has done a superb job implementing my guidance for the perimeter. Each team has what we’ve found to be a good mix of melee and ranged capability. And we now have enough manpower for a sustainable watch schedule.”

I took Savlian’s offered arm. As we continued our climb, the sky transitioned to the dark clouds and streaks of lightning that announced our nearness to the bane of Kvatch. We crested the plateau and there was the giant portal of fire blocking the city’s gate – just as menacing as I recalled.

The watch team on duty was comprised primarily of soldiers from various city guard forces. Most were armed with blade and shield, but archers were represented as well. The dark gray plate of one swordsman identified him as a heavy Legion soldier like one might encounter on horse patrol. I also recognized Raccan, in his steel plate and brandishing a staff.

An older looking Nord wearing a yellow surcoat approached. He slammed a gauntleted fist to the taloned black raptor on his chest. “Good afternoon, Captain. Oblivia’s been pretty quiet today.” He then looked at me curiously.

“Buffy, this is Bjorn,” Savlian said after lowering a bare fist from the Kvatch wolf on his chest. “He’s in command of this watch team and we’re thankful to have him from the great city of Bruma.” He then addressed the Nord. “Buffy’s been researching this damn thing and we’re hoping she can tell us how to close it. Give me your report please.”

Bjorn nodded his head formally to me then addressed Savlian. “As I said, sir, quiet today. We had one flame wench come out about an hour ago, but she never made it past the combined fire of our archers and Raccan’s staff. We harvested some flame salt from her and our team’s mage will deliver it to his guild after the shift.”

“Good work,” said Savlian. “How’s Raccan working out?”

“Them mages on the other teams are good, sir, but I figure mine’s worth his weight in Nordic whiskey. He can fry ‘em from range with his staff or get in close with that deadly magic claymore.”

Savlian pointed toward a young Imperial swordsman wearing the Great Oak of Chorrol. “Good to see Clagiu back on duty. Sigrid tells me his burns healed well.”

“Yes sir. She did a great job and I’ve given Clagiu some remedial shield training on blocking fireballs.”

“How’s the rest of your team fairing?” asked Savlian. “Need anything?”

“Given the circumstances, morale’s high.” After a grin, Bjorn continued, “It’ll be even higher when I tell ‘em you got an elf that can help close Oblivia. Sigrid keeps us well stocked on potions and tends to any scrapes or burns.” His eyes wandered over me before he jerked them back to Savlian. “In fact, when she comes up here in that blue gown to check on the soldiers, morale soars.”

Savlian smiled. “And how’s that arm of yours? The one you tried to feed to a clannfear.”

“Well, as you know, I fared better than he.” Bjorn moved his shield arm around freely. I noticed what appeared to be the claw of a clannfear hanging around his neck. “No permanent dam- “

His words were cut short by a shout from the line. A scamp had just burst through the flaming portal. Before its long fingers could fully gather the magicka for a fireball, the Daedra was struck by two arrows, then downed by a bolt of lightning that crackled from Raccan’s staff. I noted that the swordsmen held their position until the ranged attackers had loosed their fire. It was over in a matter of seconds. “Damn things,” said Bjorn as he returned his half drawn sword to its scabbard. He then drew a steel dagger from the other hip. “Would you excuse me, sir? Sigrid has asked us to harvest some of the skin from these scamps. She says with some coaxing, she can make poisons from it.”

Savlian replied, “Carry on, Bjorn.” He then looked at me as the Nord strode off to his gory task. “Poison from scamp skin?”

I nodded. “Yes, a skilled alchemist like Sigrid can do that.”

“I’d like to stay up here and spend some time with each of Bjorn’s team. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Savlian. I can see why morale is high here. You’re wonderful with your soldiers.”

“Thank you, Buffy, but they do all the work and Lucilius shares much of the burden of command.”

“I’m just glad you have some help,” I said. “I’ll go back down the hill now. I could use something to eat after my trip. Being new here, I also want to spend some time fitting in with my guild.”

“Yes,” he replied. “I should be down there in a couple hours. After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent? I’d like to hear what you’ve learned about our flaming gate.” His commanding manner yielded to a hint of awkwardness. “And I’d like to spend time with you.”

“I’ll be there, Savlian.” I lightly brushed his cheek with my fingertips, turned and headed down the hill. The song in my heart was almost as loud as the near continuous Daedric thunder. I knew this was where I belonged.

Posted by: McBadgere Oct 28 2011, 01:21 PM

Too cool...

...

Is this headed to the MQ at all?...Just wondering...

Or is it a case of Spoilers Sweetie!!...

Sorry, too much Dr Who... ...

Posted by: Saquira Oct 28 2011, 05:50 PM

This story just gets better and better ^^ I love the interaction between Savlian and Buffy.

Really looking forward to reading how everything works out. Keep up the good work!

Posted by: mALX Oct 28 2011, 06:19 PM

That was one interruption after another, no wonder he wants to speak in his tent !! It really gave the feel of exactly what one would expect it should be given the Kvatch situation (instead of just 5 men in front of a stick fence). Really Awesome job you are doing of world-building Kvatch - Love it !!! Awesome Write !!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Oct 28 2011, 06:40 PM

A very tender segment as Buffy and Savlian get some much needed together-time. It was great to see how their feelings for each other continue to grow.

I very much enjoyed the tour of the more violent side of the Kvatch encampment, as well. From the military brigades set up along the road not just to maintain a close presence to the Gate, but to intercept anything that, Gods forbid, makes it past the barricade. Savlian does have a good head for command on his shoulders.

Looking forward to the coming alone time between Buffy and Savlian. They need it after everything they've been through.

Posted by: Grits Oct 29 2011, 02:24 AM

“Gladius, you may call me Buffy of Kvatch,” I teased.

I know that made Savlian’s heart soar!


“Lucilius and I chose this location because it allows a reserve force that is closer to the gate and provides another buffer protecting the lower encampment. This is primarily a camp for staging and sleeping. We keep the support services down the hill as you’ve already seen.”

I enjoyed learning about the Kvatch military operation as much as the Mages Guild setup. Savlian’s interactions with all of the different folk gave an excellent picture of life at the Gate, and every word made me think even more highly of Savlian. His people wanted to talk to him, and he knew every detail about them or exactly what to ask.


“Would you excuse me, sir? Sigrid has asked us to harvest some of the skin from these scamps. She says with some coaxing, she can make poisons from it.”

Sigrid and her scamp skin made me smile, as did the mention of her coming up “in that blue gown.” Who knew that her closet was part of the war effort.


“Yes,” he replied. “I should be down there in a couple hours. After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent? I’d like to hear what you’ve learned about our flaming gate.” His commanding manner yielded to a hint of awkwardness. “And I’d like to spend time with you.”

In just a couple of hours!! I just love this chapter. And the chapter title, too.

Posted by: King Coin Oct 29 2011, 04:27 AM

A tour of the defensive perimeter… How romantic.
Alawen! Comforting to know the best and second best archer in Cyrodiil are at Kvatch.
When I played the pig game, my most common toss was called a ‘pig out.’ Lol.
Now wonder Savlian is captain! He has the camp organized and the men in fighting units. Amazing!
When a Nord says someone’s worth their weight in whiskey… You know they are damn good!
What a lovely note you ended the chapter on

Posted by: SubRosa Oct 29 2011, 06:45 PM

Sorry I could not reply yesterday, I was on the road all day.

So we come to Buffy's hero at last! He is going to have a hard time living up to the image of him that our blond bowgirl has built up in her mind. Let's just hope that he really is all that and a bag of chips, or that she can accept that he is not perfect, and still be happy with the real man underneath the heroic exterior.

I will admit that his invitation to tour the defenses is not exactly what every girl swoons over. However, I do see how it gives him the opportunity to be with Buffy, without it being obvious to everyone that he is courting her. Although I suppose that is still obvious to many people anyhow...

to serve them the cold steel of justice.
Well said! Why do I get the feeling that Buffy will soon become a waitress?

The Legion salute is a good touch, as is Buffy's confusion over what it means.

It is great to hear a mention of Alawen as well!

Buffy of Kvatch it is now indeed! It has been a long time coming. She said an awful lot in those few words.

but I figure mine’s worth his weight in Nordic whiskey.
Coming from a Nord, that is saying quite a bit as well!

I noted that the swordsmen held their position until the ranged attackers had loosed their fire.
Too bad that never happens in the game! You have given us a wonderful view of Kvatch's defenses, made her soldier's come alive, and through it all gently revealed to us the quality of Savlian's leadership. For as the commander, he is the driving force behind all of it. I think the role of Savlian will have to be played by John Wayne, from his early days of movies like http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UX7GApCbB4c/RlXLFgO-DGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8jWSfAszQPw/s400/WayneStagecoach01.jpg.

After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent?
Hmmm, and maybe Buffy can get settled in there as well? Seriously though, that was a wonderful ending, with glimpse of the flesh and blood man that resides beneath the armor of command.

Posted by: Feralikazam Oct 29 2011, 07:05 PM

I've read the first couple of episodes. Love the humor you've added to the grim situation that Buffy finds herself in. I'll keep reading!

Posted by: Riften Oct 29 2011, 11:16 PM

Riften may just have to pay a visit to Kvatch and give a helping hand to the Guild and of course see Dame Buffy.

I really enjoyed this update. You made it feel much more realistic than 4 men standing at a wooden gate 24/7
I wonder will Buffy be the one to close the gate though.

Posted by: Acadian Nov 4 2011, 12:48 PM

Savlian and Buffy walked up to the Oblivion Gate during Episode 136. On the way, she learned more about the day-to-day defense of Kvatch. They encountered Gladius Maro and the Argonian mage Dreelius who were both coming off duty from the barricade. Buffy also met the leader of the watch team that Raccan was assigned to and even saw them dispatch a scamp that burst through the gate. Savlian remained up at the barricade, while Buffy headed back down the hill to have a meal and spend some time settling in with her guild. They agreed to meet later at Savlian’s tent to discuss the Oblivion Gate.

Indeed, Buffy’s meal and guild time will occupy her for the next two episodes before she meets again with Savlian to talk business.

McBadgere- Thank you! The Main Quest will happen in Buffy’s world, but her direct role will be minor. Her small part in the Empire's history is at Kvatch.

Saquira- Thank you for the kind words. I was so sorry to hear about the problem with your account here. I hope you will be bringing your story back or perhaps another one. I’m so glad you’re enjoying the interaction between Buffy and Savlian because there will be plenty of it ahead.

mALX- Yes, time alone in the Kvatch encampment is a precious commodity. Especially for the poor fellow in charge. Interruptions will be a continuing theme. Lol. Thank you, mALX!

TK- Thanks! Kvatch is a powerful backdrop and certainly a challenging place for a young romance to flourish. But knowing Buffy, if there’s a way. . . .

Grits- Thanks for the ‘Buffy of Kvatch’ acknowledgement. She has indeed left her home behind to be here. Thank you also for your endorsement of Savlian. He is intimidating to write; I don’t know if that is because he is such a larger than life charismatic leader or because he is so very important to Buffy. Probably both, but I’m relieved to find I am actually understanding him rather well. Your wonderful encouragement is like a soothing potion!

KC- Heh, just a romantic stroll up to a damn Oblivion Gate! There are so many people and moving parts going on at Kvatch that I was thankful we could get in a mention of Alawen and how the nature of help from Anvil takes many forms. Thank you.

SubRosa- Thank you for your insight into so many aspects of what we were trying to do. In developing Savlian, I feel as nervous as Buffy as we try to carefully and naturally let who he is come through. It is indeed no wonder why he’s in charge and I hope the next episode continues to build on what we’ve seen of him by offering the perspective of one of his soldiers; I just hope Savlian is able to balance his responsibilities and still see what is within his grasp. After all, not everyone can hold a butterfly.

Feralikazam- I’m so glad to have you join us! If catching up with Buffy’s large parchment trail becomes too cumbersome, feel free to check our ‘Executive Summary’ thread in the Acadian fanfic subforum here. I’m also delighted to see you posting Skor’s story - a wonderful Nordic adventure.

Riften- Riften would be most welcome among the defenders of Kvatch and Buffy would be honored to meet him. I’m so glad you are off to a great start with your new story! Discussion about the who and how of closing that gate will absolutely come up when Buffy meets with Savlian at his tent. She’ll need two episodes first though to get a bite to eat and visit some more with her guild while she waits. Would you like some venison stew?

Although I still found the layout of the encampment a little confusing, I could see the large yellow and white striped tent draped above the eating area. That was my destination. Superian had allowed me a slice of her apple before we broke camp that morning. That, along with a stale sweet roll and pair of strawberries, had been my breakfast before dawn. The sun was now closer to Anvil than Skingrad however, and I was famished.

“Buffy?”

I turned toward the man’s voice behind me to see a handsome Imperial in plain flax garb. His blond hair was wet, and a belt with Legion arming sword was slung over one shoulder. Both hands held a round shield in tray-like fashion, upon which was balanced mail, boots and a white surcoat.

“I’m sorry,” my mind was racing to place his face, “have we-“

“Ilend,” he offered. “Ilend Vonius. I met you quite some time ago inside the gate.” He gestured with his head toward the top of the plateau.

“Of course,” I said. “I didn’t recognize you without your uniform on. It’s good to see you again, Ilend. Have you just come from the bath tent?”

The Kvatch guardsman grinned. “If you can call dumping a couple buckets of water over your head while standing on a slatted floor a bath, then yes. We’ve added a second bath tent since your last visit. Like the old one, it’s near the well so don’t mix them up. The smaller one is for you ladies since, well, there are less of you.”

“I thank you for the advice. Let me help with your burden.” I took the boots and surcoat from atop his shield. “Where are you taking this stuff?”

“Thanks, Buffy. I’ll drop it off with Batul for repair and cleaning. I was then going to get something to eat. Will you join me?”

“That sounds perfect,” I replied. “I’m starving.” I fell into step with Ilend.

“When did you arrive?”

“Just this morning,” I replied. “How have you been?”

Ilend explained that he was now in charge of one of the watch teams - in fact, the very one that Gladius and Dreelius were assigned to. They had just recently been relieved by Bjorn’s team. “Like most of the city’s defenders, my routine after duty is to hit the bath tent, then drop off gear for repair before eating.”

“That sounds like a lot of trudging and lugging,” I remarked. “Don’t you sleep in that camp part way up the hill?”

“Aye, most of us do,” he replied. “The location of Camp Defiance is well chosen. It allows a better ability to quickly reinforce the perimeter if necessary. By having the support services down here though, it forces us to spend time with the citizens we’re protecting. They get to know us as well and learn more about what we deal with. It also helps keep us busy during our off time. That’s the way Captain Matius wants things. Some of the new soldiers don’t appreciate it, but most learn to see the wisdom of the arrangement pretty quickly.”

“Will your equipment be ready before you go back on duty?” I asked.

“Probably not,” he replied. “We all have a spare set so one can be in for repairs or cleaning.”

“That makes sense of course,” I remarked, feeling a little silly. “I’m sorry I don’t know more about how things work here.”

We soon arrived at the smith’s tent and laundry operation that I had noted when Superian and I first arrived at the encampment. The skin of the buck I had delivered to the camp that morning was now racked, scraped and drying in the afternoon sun. I was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.

After some introductions and dropping off our burden, Ilend escorted me to Weedum-Ja’s ‘kitchen’. There, I gratefully accepted a bowl of venison stew. We sat at a table that was appointed with bread and pitchers of water, as well as metal cups and utensils.

“Savlian and I were just up by the gate,” I said between mouthfuls. “I’m amazed at the high level of morale, given how long the siege of Kvatch has lasted.”

“Neither the Captain nor Lucilius Marcus tolerate complainers,” said Ilend as he filled our cups. "There was a priest named Ilav Dralgoner. He escaped from the city during the invasion by abandoning those who flocked to the chapel. Rather than thanking Akatosh for his life and freedom, he was always whining that Kvatch was doomed and the Nine had forsaken us. Captain Matius disagreed and knew that kind of talk was not what the battered spirits of this encampment needed to hear. After a few warnings, the Captain had Ilav escorted to the city gate of Anvil with orders not to return until the Priests of Dibella helped him find his faith.”

“That sounds awfully harsh.” I set my spoon down. “You have no priests in the camp?”

He drained his cup, then shook his head. “No, Oleta and Martin did not escape. Tavia – you just met her at the laundry – has always been very active in the chapel and her faith has never wavered. She’s not a priestess, but the Captain asked her to help fill in. She conducts a simple service every week to thank the Nine for our survivors and ask for a future free of Daedra. Even after all this time, she still prays that Akatosh has somehow protected any of our fellow citizens that made it to the chapel that terrible night.”

After refilling our cups, I nodded for Ilend to go on, “Tavia also runs what she calls the ‘Orphans Guild’ and gives those kids pride in who they are. She works them toward a trade during the day. Tiberius – he’s the oldest – is being trained as a smith by Batul. Moria is trying to learn horses from Bolden. Several work in the laundry, a few on our farm and a couple more right here with Weedum-Ja. They’ll be the future farmers, dressmakers, cooks and even soldiers for Kvatch. Those who would destroy us have sorely underestimated this city. In the evenings Tavia teaches the children reading, numbers and the like. I figure she’s done a lot more for this camp in the name of Akatosh than that doom and gloom priest ever could.”

Feeling pretty insignificant, I quietly listened.

“Don’t get me wrong.” Ilend broke off two pieces of bread, gave one to me and continued, “Banishing a priest raised some eyebrows all right, but I’m just glad we got a captain with the balls to do what’s needed. You see, Buffy, both pessimism and optimism are contagious in a military unit. That’s why Captain Matius got rid of that priest.” I could see and hear Ilend’s intensity rising as he spoke, “It’s the same reason he’s always got an encouraging word for each of us. He spends time on the hill with every shift that pulls duty up there. That’s why Menien, I and the others volunteered to go into that gate. And I’d do it again in a West Weald heartbeat if he asked. Can you understand that?”

“I-I think so,” I replied meekly, recalling that Ilend was the only survivor from the doomed expedition into the Deadlands that haunted Savlian’s sleep. I felt I was only just beginning to understand my captain’s world and responsibilities.

Ilend’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Buffy, but since I’ve been placed in charge of my own watch team, I’ve come to appreciate some of the things Captain Matius has to think about as he makes decisions that affect so many.”

“Oh I can see from his words and actions how much he cares about all of you,” I offered truthfully.

“Aye. On the Captain’s orders, Lucilius makes sure each of us occasionally gets a three day pass. Most go to Anvil. There’s ladies on the waterfront that know a man’s needs and are happy with a soldier’s meager wage. A few just go to the Gottshaw Inn to drink cold ale and soak in a real tub with hot water.”

I perked up for a moment as I savored a wishful image of Savlian and I walking arm-in-arm along the beach near Anvil. “Where does Savlian like to go?”

Ilend paused his spoon and looked at me. “Why, I’ve never known him to take any time off at all.”

Hiding my disappointment, I asked, “And everyone returns after their three days of leisure? I mean no one tries to desert this frightening place?”

The Imperial gave me a crooked smile. “When new soldiers check in, Lucilius indoctrinates them and assigns their duties. Some volunteered to be here, but most just got sent by the captain of their city guard. When they first arrive, Kvatch is probably the last place on Nirn they want to be. Anyway, they spend their first two weeks working for their watch teams. To eat, bathe and get their gear cleaned, they’ve got to mingle with our citizens down here in the main encampment. Captain Matius tours the line every day and they get to know him a little while they’re up there. Then he pulls each of them aside for an interview.

“And?” I prompted, spoon halfway to my mouth.

“He tells each one of them the same thing: If they don’t want to be here, he’ll cut them orders right back to their old unit. Do you know how many soldiers take him up on the offer?”

Staring at Ilend wide eyed, I shook my head.

“Not a one.” He tore off another piece of bread.

Posted by: mALX Nov 4 2011, 03:04 PM

Very interesting background details to the encampment at Kvatch !! I especially loved the explanation for why Ilav Dralgoner is found on the hill and not supporting either the troops or the refugees, lol. Great touch !! Buffy wishing Matias had taken his leave in Anvil after just hearing about the girls there "taking care of" the soldiers? ROFL !!! Had Ilend mentioned that Matias had been to Anvil right after mentioning those girls, that green-eyed monster of jealousy may have found its way back to our little Elf, lol. Awesome Write !!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Nov 4 2011, 03:28 PM

I really loved how you are developing Savlian Matius so similarly to how I am developing him in my fiction. And the stuff going on in Kvatch is so similar to what is happening in Bruma in OHDH that reading this post is like deja vu. Especially since I just wrote the 'drama' earlier this week! Here is where your Marine experience really shines - it's like taking a peek in the day in the life of a crack military unit and getting a sense of where that (in)famous espirit de corps comes from. Every good leader knows that every man and woman counts, and that any long-term siege needs hearts as well as hands to support it.

A nit:

Your opening quote must have been so depressed by Dralgoner's pessimism it left for Anvil right along with him!

Posted by: Saquira Nov 4 2011, 08:13 PM

You're welcome, and don't worry about my story. I actually just published a new part.

I turned toward the man’s voice behind me to see a handsome Imperial in plain flax garb. His blond hair was wet, and a belt with Legion arming sword was slung over one shoulder. Both hands held a round shield in tray-like fashion, upon which was balanced mail, boots and a white surcoat.

I really like this description, it's simple while still telling us a lot. I also like how Buffy always asks people about what Savlian is usually doing. It is a funny detail that makes it evident that she cares about him a lot and I don't think it'll be long before the other people in camp realise it as well. If they haven't already.

Posted by: SubRosa Nov 4 2011, 08:51 PM

The smaller one is for you ladies since, well, there are less of you.
Methinks he has not met Sigrid, since there is apparently more of her.

So nice to see Ilend again! And a leader now too. Good on him! Once again, you have shined a spotlight on another of the rank and file soldiers. Not only are you giving them all personalities, making them human (except for the elves of course ), but we also again see Savlian Matius reflected in them. He is having a dramatic effect upon the lives of everyone in the encampment, soldier and civilian alike. I would say that you are achieving your goal of portraying him as a larger-than-life figure like Caesar, Washington, or Marse Robert.

was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.
And here we see that conservationist attitude you have so thoroughly instilled in the Bosmer.

Ah Ilav Dralgoner I see. I am glad you wove him into the tale, as a cautionary measure of the danger of pessimism on morale. Artemisia met him recently, and just wanted to slap him for being such a whiner.

Also good to hear about Tavia stepping in to fill the shoes the camp needs of spiritual leader and teacher. Perhaps when things are all over, she may become a priestess officially? Maybe even the new primate? (or Plesiadapiforme, Scandentia, Lagomorpha, or other mammalian order...)

Those who would destroy us have sorely underestimated this city.
Semper Fi!

Posted by: Thomas Kaira Nov 4 2011, 11:22 PM

Indeed, nice to see Ilend again, and that he was able to put the debacle he witnessed inside the Gate behind him. Another worthy commander, if I might say so.

I loved reading about how Savlian intelligently set the camps up so that they would need to work together for support. This keeps the soldiers from repressing, and reminds them why they fight and for whom. Encouragement can only get you so far, sooner or later, you need to remind your troops that what they are doing is worth fighting for; worth dying for. They fight for Kvatch, and every last man is proud to fight by each others' side. Even those who did not come by choice. Your words evoke power far beyond their meaning.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother;

Posted by: Grits Nov 5 2011, 02:12 AM

I was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.

I loved this very Bosmer thought between the buckskin and the venison stew.


It was great to have Ilend explain things to Buffy. I’m sure she feels better knowing some of the whys behind how things work at the camp, and now she won’t worry that she’s asking silly questions of Savlian when they get their precious time together. Ejecting the malcontent priest is exactly what Savlian would do, bold but necessary. Perfect!

It sounds like Tavia has stepped up to lead the civilians in many ways. I love that Kvatch’s children are already taking up their roles, instead of being sent off somewhere safer. Kvatch is still their home.

I love the mention that the soldiers head down to Anvil for relaxation, instead of Skingrad. That seems so natural to me. The beach part, mostly, but I’m sure the budget-friendly boat babes play a big role.


I perked up for a moment as I savored a wishful image of Savlian and I walking arm-in-arm along the beach near Anvil. “Where does Savlian like to go?”

Sigh. Of course he never takes a break. A subject to revisit when Oblivia is closed.



“He tells each one of them the same thing: If they don’t want to be here, he’ll cut them orders right back to their old unit. Do you know how many soldiers take him up on the offer?”

Staring at Ilend wide eyed, I shook my head.

“Not a one.” He tore off another piece of bread.

Yep. Stand up and cheer.

Posted by: Riften Nov 5 2011, 03:49 AM

I am loving this whole Kvacth camp scenario with Savlian providing courage to the soldiers yet he gives them the choice to leave yet they stay and fight.

He is a very honorable man, he wouldn't leave the city, he loves it too much.

I am eagerly awaiting the closing of the gate and the rebuilding of Kvatch and the survivors places in them.

I'm assuming Savlian will take the role of Count.

Posted by: King Coin Nov 5 2011, 04:50 AM

I fell into step with Ilend.
He must have shortened his pace.

Captain Matius can’t tolerate people in positions of authority to give a bad example. He did the right thing getting rid of that priest.

I love getting to know Captain Matius through Ilend. He’s given every one of his men a sense of purpose.

I agree with mALX, I think Buffy would have been relieved, unless she was hoping he was part of the Gottshaw inn crowd?

Great chapter!

Posted by: The_Lost_King Nov 6 2011, 04:33 AM

This was a great chapter. I love how you portray Kvatch. It's nice that Buffy isn't god and needs help and knowledge to close the gate. It is also nice how 5 people can't stand against Oblivion and they need a war camp. I love how detailed you're world is and that characters have limitations. I don't like romances in books , but you drew me in. Savlian and Buffy are just so cute together. I liked learning about the camp from Ilend.

Posted by: McBadgere Nov 6 2011, 11:22 AM

Loved the whole thing...Bloody fantastic...Simple, quiet...Brilliant...

Absolutely LOVED this bit at the end...

Goosebumps mate...

Fantastic...

Nice one... ...

Posted by: ghastley Nov 7 2011, 10:09 PM

And just as Savlian really gets the hang of the job, and it's all running smoothly, along comes Buffy to put an end to it all!

Posted by: Acadian Nov 11 2011, 02:21 PM

During Episode 137, Buffy reacquainted herself with Ilend Vonius and the two of them shared a meal. The Kvatch guardsman revealed his own perspective on the leadership style of Captain Matius.

mALX- Hee! Yes, the proximity of Ilend’s comment about the dockside ladies and Buffy’s comment about where Savlian liked to go were potentially awkward. I guess, after Buffy’s recent chats with Pelena and Sigrid, she may finally be growing beyond groundless jealousy. I hope so.

Rider- I well remember what a beautiful job you did portraying Savlian during Julian’s time in Kvatch and am honored that we see him similarly. Thanks for the nit so I could quickly fix it.

Saquira- I was so pleased to see you continuing your story! Thank you for your kind words regarding Ilend’s description and the fact that Savlian is quite central to Buffy’s thoughts.

SubRosa- I’m glad Savlian is looking larger than life so far. Buffy needs a hero (gee, that sounds like a song) and, by Mara, I think she may have found one. Thanks also for the endorsement of Tavia; I agree that she would make for a fine priestess.

TK- I so appreciate your kind words on how we have set up the war camp of Kvatch. I must admit that I liked showing how Ilend has grown since we last saw him, due in some measure to the leadership of his captain.

Grits- I thank both you and SubRosa for highlighting Buffy’s Daenlin-inspired views regarding the bounty she takes from the forest. It was fun having Ilend instruct Buffy on some basic military leadership concepts – all quite foreign stuff to the wood elf. Banishing a priest hopefully represented a somewhat tough and controversial decision. As you pointed out, I think that Tavia seems more than able to step up with the right stuff and help. Thank you also for astutely noting the potential that Sigrid alluded to regarding Savlian’s sense of priorities - and if there’s room for a small wood elf therein.

Riften- Thank you for those kind words! I humbly ask forgiveness and indulgence as I dodge your question relating to the future of Kvatch. There are many potential forks in the road.

KC- Thank you for the endorsement of Savlian! Regarding Buffy’s vision of her and Savlian on the beach at Anvil, I just think she is anxious for a time when he is free of Oblivia’s shadow.

The Lost King- Your kind words are most welcome, for Kvatch is a huge deal to Buffy and requires us to lavish some detail on both the place and the people. Buffy is a potent mystic archer, but we do try to provide her some limitations and challenges. Should the solitary sniper find herself in large-scale organized combat (like, say, recapturing a city), I expect she will discover how dramatic her limitations really are. I’m so glad you think Buffy and Savlian go well together. A wartime romance is both challenging and intense. I appreciate the encouragement as we try to make it work.

McBadgere- Goosebumps! Oooh! I’ll take it with extreme gratitude! I so appreciate your wonderful support.

ghastley- Heh! Savlian’s history attests that he is an aggressive commander, but the failure of his first expedition to close the gate has likely rendered him somewhat cautious and defense-oriented. Buffy’s return, no doubt, reopens old wounds and the specter of disrupting what has settled into a protracted but smooth defense. However, I expect Savlian realizes the knowledge Buffy likely brings can help actualize the massive payoff of actually closing that damn gate.

After the enlightening meal with Ilend, we parted ways and I went to check on Superian. As I approached, she affectionately nickered and lowered her forehead until it was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes as our spirits began to mingle.

“She keeps nuzzling old Raxle.” Bolden’s words interrupted the gentle communion. The Redguard chuckled before continuing, “He likes it just fine, but I haven’t the heart to tell your mare the old fellow had his gear gelded long ago.”

“They’re old friends,” I said, then giggled. “Perhaps Superian is simply as confused about men as I am.” I hugged the mare’s neck where it joined her shoulder. Her head swung around and a long nose rubbed itself against my back as she blew softly. I inhaled deeply of her scent, hoping she took as much comfort from mine.

When I finally looked up, I noted a waifish Imperial who couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve years old. As she noticed me returning her stare, her eyes sought the ground. The shovel in her hands came to life transferring horse droppings into a small cart, presumably for the encampment’s crop fields. By now, Bolden was grooming one of the white Anvil guard horses and I quietly said to him, “Who’s your young stable hand?”

“One of the kids from Tavia’s ‘Orphans Guild’. Her name’s Moria and she loves the horses. I agreed to take the girl on during days as an apprentice.”

“I’m glad you have some help.” I stepped to the racks made of branches that held tack. After gathering some things from Superian’s saddlebags, I grabbed my bedroll and tucked it under one arm. Tossing a kiss over my shoulder to the mare, I then set off toward the guild. Given the long shadows now cast by the sun, I figured Savlian would return to his tent and be expecting me in about an hour.

The main area inside the guild was vacant, save Dreelius who was seated near the alchemy table. Looking up from the book on his lap, he greeted, “Good to see you again, Journeyman.”

“You too,” I replied with a smile. “I know Raccan is up on the line, but where is everyone else?”

The Argonian blinked his orange eyes. “Gladius and Pelena are in their tent, perhaps doing what newlyweds do. Roliand goes on duty soon, so the two battlemages should be up shortly.” He looked at my full arms, but made no effort to assist. “Moving some things in?”

Like many mages, I supposed he had more interest in academia than chivalry. “Yes,” I replied. “I’ll be staying with Sigrid.”

“I believe you will find her laboring with guild correspondence.”

“What are you reading?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“Delphine Jend.” Dreelius lifted the book slightly from his lap. “This one is called ‘Fun with Bigger Fireballs’.”

“Delphine’s so skilled with destruction magic that sometimes she even lectures at the University,” I gushed, “and she’s won awards for some of her spells. I fear that harnessing the full power of the elements has always eluded me.” Hoping to capitalize on something in common with the quiet Argonian, I added, “I did find her book, ‘Cooking with Destruction’ quite helpful though.”

“I’ve studied all her work,” he replied, “and hope to meet her someday.” Before I could continue, Dreelius signaled the end of our brief chat by returning his attention to the text and opening it to where one scaly finger had saved his place. Although pleasant enough, I gathered the Argonian sort of kept to himself.

I found Sigrid’s tent flap tied open and the guildmagister inside. She looked up from her seat to give me a tired smile, then returned her quill to parchment. No sooner had I quietly stowed my gear and returned to the main guild area when the two battlemages emerged from their sleeping tent.

Arielle Jurard wore a brown linen blouse cropped at the top of a tan skirt that fell to her ankles. Roliand Hanus was oddly dressed in white leggings and a quilted arming doublet of the same color. Both smiled in recognition.

“It’s been a long time, Buffy,” Roliand remarked.

“The last time we saw you,” Arielle added, “Roliand patched you up and we turned you over to Carahil in pretty rough shape. How’d those frost burns heal up?”

I winced at the memory of almost dying to the icy spells of the rogue mage Caminalda. “Carahil did a wonderful job and refused to release me from her guild chapter until the scarring was completely gone.” I then lifted my blouse enough to expose my midsection. See?”

Both battlemages looked, and even Dreelius glanced up from his book for a moment. Roliand nodded approvingly before I tucked the blouse back into my buckskins. He then declared, “Carahil’s finesse with restoration far exceeds mine.”

“She’s a fine healer,” I replied, “but you two are the ones who saved my life, and it’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Buffy,” said Arielle. The reason for Roliand’s manner of dress soon became clear as both battlemages approached the nearby arming table and Arielle assisted Roliand into some heavily plated greaves. The Imperial fastened the upper portion – made of linked mail – around his waist, while his partner adjusted the sections of plating that covered most of his legs. Arielle continued as she worked, “Carahil and Boderi Farano both inform me that you’ve done well for yourself. It’s been many years since our battlemage instructor last trained a mystic archer.”

“Did she train you two as well?” I asked.

Roliand lowered himself onto the chair behind him as Arielle knelt to help with his boots. He replied, “She trained all of us battlemages.”

“Well,” I said, “I was delighted to hear that she selected the two of you to augment our guild branch until Kvatch is free.”

Arielle stood, blew a strand of brown hair from her face and tugged Roliand up to his feet. “It beats hunting down and killing necromancers – and smells better too.”

“Ugh,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I know what you mean.”

Roliand lifted the larger of two plate cuirasses from the arming table and lowered it over his head. I could see it was actually an assembly of numerous pieces held loosely together. Arielle began to cinch and fasten the assortment of straps and buckles.

I chuckled. “It seems rather like saddling a horse.”

Arielle shot me a surprisingly impish glance. “Well, I’m not going to send my stallion out unarmored.”

Roliand grinned, then winked at me. “Arielle has my armor rigged so only she can undress me.” He tugged his gauntlets on while Arielle fastened a thick belt just above his hip guards. As her hand brushed the hilt of the attached arming sword, a brief red glow confirmed the blade was enchanted.

Finally, Roliand fitted one of the shields from the table over his left gauntlet and held both arms out to his sides. Arielle went over the myriad buckles, straps and fasteners. Her tugging, pulling and checking clearly reflected a well-practiced. She then placed the blue hood of a battlemage over his head and took a step back. A wagging finger was belied by her sparkling eyes as she said, “Now don’t you fall for any of those flaming harlots that come out of that gate.”

“Not to worry,” he replied lowering his arms. “They’re too hot for me.”

Her gaze grew serious as she looked up at him. “Be careful, my love.”

Roliand pulled the Breton close with his sword arm, kissed her then clanked and rattled out of the tent.

“Don’t you worry about him?” I remarked.

She nodded. “That’s the hardest part about the task here. We’re used to working together and have gotten pretty good at it. Being on separate schedules feels. . . vulnerable.” She then managed a smile. “But that’s what it takes to cover the various watches here. Roliand was kidding about me being the only one who can dress or undress him. I’m on the shift that relieves his team and have to armor up before he returns. That’s why it’s nice to have Raccan and Gladius here in the tent to help. Even though Gladius wears the lighter mail, he’s well familiar with our heavy plating.” She then lowered her voice to a whisper and showed me her impish look again. “Of course Pelena quite unnecessarily insists on supervising Gladius whenever he’s near another woman.”

After a chuckle, I quietly replied, “Why does that not surprise me?” I stepped over to the arming table and hefted some of Arielle’s armor. “I’ve seen plenty of strong men like Roliand move well in this stuff, but how on Nirn does a woman manage it?” I turned to the petite Breton who was no more than half a head taller than I. “Are you that much stronger than I am?”

“Probably not,” she said. Arielle removed Slayer, the quiver and pack from my back, placing them on the arming table. She then helped me muscle her armored torso assembly over my head and down onto my shoulders.

As soon as it was more or less in place, I felt most of its weight evaporate. I hopped about the guild a little to the sound of clanking plates and loose buckles, amazed. “What enchantment is this?”

“It bolsters my strength to that of any man,” she replied. “It even allows me to strike harder with my blade.”

“Is Roliand’s armor fortified the same way?” I asked. “If so, he must be mighty as an ogre.”

“No.” The Breton shook her head. “We enchant to compensate for our limitations – just as Boderi Farano taught us. Roliand is a strong Imperial born under the sign of the Warrior. The armor he wears fortifies his magicka because that is what he needs. Between my race and birthsign, I have enough mystical energy to forego augmenting it. I need the strength enchantment instead. In fact, when fully armored, Roliand and I both have about the same strength and magicka.” She then helped free me from the noisy assemblage of plating.

With a new appreciation for battlemages, I shouldered my gear, then explained that I was expected in Savlian’s tent.

Posted by: King Coin Nov 11 2011, 03:51 PM

Buffy loves her horse!

Well Buffy, not everyone can be as chatty as you.

We get to know the husband – wife team of Roliand and Arielle. They’ve been together a long time and trust each other fully. They are a match in combat as well.

Don’t you worry about him?
What a silly question Buffy!

Pelena needs to learn to cool it! She needs to trust her husband or he’s going to eventually tire of her distrust.

How neat about Roliand and Arielle’s armor!

Posted by: SubRosa Nov 11 2011, 04:13 PM

So nice to see Buffy gets some quality cuddle time with Superian.

Moria? I suggest steering clear of that one. The Dwarves delved too greedily, and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dûm... shadow and flame.

I had to laugh at the mention of Delphine and her books! Cooking with Destruction indeed!

We meet Arielle and Roliand once more. Just as with the JF, people from our protagonist's past have all been coming together, and all because of her. I enjoyed your description of the long process of donning plate armor. Not to mention the part about how “Arielle has my armor rigged so only she can undress me.” And I see from the following conversation that they really are more than just coworkers. That was a very nice touch.

I also loved Buffy's chance to dress up in Arielle's armor, and the discussion that followed about the enchantments that both Arielle and Roliand use.

Now we are off to meet Savlian!

Posted by: mALX Nov 11 2011, 05:54 PM

Buffy and Superian's interlude was a nice start to this chapter, and set off the growing friendships Buffy is developing in Kvatch - Awesome Write !!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Nov 11 2011, 05:59 PM

First the nit:

Was that a typo on the book (Delphind rather than Delphine)? The printer needs to be flogged with a wet noodle for getting the author's name wrong!

I will echo KC and Sage Rose in their comments. I loved Roliand's comment about Arielle being the only one to get him out of his armor. She'd better be able to, or there'd be no fun between them!

The discussion about Delphine Jend's well known talents was a riot. "I've read all of her books!" A Jend Fan! Does he attend all of her book signings?

The discussion between Arielle and Buffy about the former's relationship with Roliand is rich on so many levels. Not just the armor as SubRosa pointed out, but also how they manage their relationship under such stressful situations (it's hard for husbands and wives to work together - most vet-vet marriages end in divorce, especially when they work in the same place), which should be helpful for Buffy in her blossoming relationship with our hero in a headband. Also using magic to complement one's strengths and overcome one's weaknesses is practically out of the Art of War and is a very realistic point. It's got me thinking of Julian's own weaknesses and how she can use magic to complement her strengths. Hmm . . .

Posted by: McBadgere Nov 11 2011, 08:00 PM

Well clever that...Nice one... ...

Love it!!...

I like Arielle...She pretty...

Excellent writing as ever...

*Bows*...

Nice one... ...

Oh, love the stuff about Delphine Jend...Made me laugh... ...

I shall be using her...Kinda...Eventually, in mine...Sorta... ...

Posted by: Grits Nov 11 2011, 09:37 PM

“Delphine Jend.” Dreelius lifted the book slightly from his lap. “This one is called ‘Fun with Bigger Fireballs’.”

Oh, that is perfect for her. And I thought nothing could top ‘Cooking with Destruction.’

Arielle and Roliand were adorable in a battlemage juggernaut way. Arielle’s smooth conversation while she geared Roliand up was a joy to read. It reminded me of the wonderful scene at Equestria, so when Buffy said “like saddling a horse,” it made me chuckle!


“Don’t you worry about him?” I remarked.

Arielle’s remarks after Roliand clanked out of the tent made me like her even more. No attempt to blow sunshine up Buffy’s skirt. Yes, she worries about him, and so will Buffy. It’s great to have a successful battlemage couple about. They have been there.


She then helped me muscle her armored torso assembly over my head and down onto my shoulders.

I enjoyed the way you described the armor through the characters' actions and gestures so much. I also loved the enchantment discussion, and the thoughts behind it. If Buffy could ever be convinced to wear heavy armor, I think it would have to carry a clank-dampening enchantment. She seemed to dislike all of that noise.


Given the long shadows now cast by the sun, I figured Savlian would return to his tent and be expecting me in about an hour.

And that was before all of the armoring, woo hoo!

Posted by: Zalphon Nov 12 2011, 07:31 PM

As always, I do love seeing real-game characters being more developed. I always thought those two had a little bit more to them than what I saw, obviously they do. They're friends of Buffy!

Posted by: Acadian Nov 18 2011, 02:36 PM

Episode 138 found Buffy with an hour or so to spend before again meeting with Savlian. She visited Superian, gathered her bedroll and some belongings from the stable, then made her way to the Mages Guild. There, she renewed her friendship with the pair of battlemages that Boderi Farano had assigned to augment the defense of Kvatch. She then announced her intention to meet again with Savlian Matius.

KC- Thank you. Superian is such a large part of Buffy’s life and we try to give the accurate impression of how much time, care and attention Buffy lavishes on her mare. I think the jealous Pelena has probably served as 'a look in the mirror' for Buffy that will hopefully enhance her own self-confidence.

SubRosa- Heh, I had no idea that the name Moria related to LOTR. My inspiration was a more Imperial respelling of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkmvwCpcZlM. Although we only caught a glimpse of this minor character, she will resurface to justify the free spirited wind in her name. Thanks for appreciating our descriptions relating to heavy armor. We tried to tread a fine line between homage to the game and a touch of historical reality - all presented through the inexperienced and somewhat overwhelmed eyes of the buckskin-wearing Buffy. As you so astutely pointed out, the armor served primarily as a backdrop to try and ‘show’ the relationship between Roliand and Arielle.

mALX- Thank you so much for your endorsement that, even at Kvatch, Superian is a very large part of Buffy’s life. In both our game and story, I’m continually surprised at how demanding having a horse can be – and how Buffy rises to the responsibility with love and determination.

Rider- Thanks for helping me to fix that nit. I so appreciate your kind words regarding the depth we tried to display in the interactions between Arielle and Roliand. I hope Buffy and Savlian can forge themselves into as strong a team. Buffy changes outfits entirely too often to enchant any of them, but I look forward to discovering how the wise Julian will select which enchantments best suit our old Redguard heroine.

McBadgere- Thanks. I have always liked Arielle in the game – as brief as her role is. And it was such fun to mention our delightful diva of divine destruction, Delphine! She and Buffy, the buckskinned blond Bravilian butterfly-dragon bowgirl, can take alliteration to a whole new level.

Grits- I’m basking in your kind words and beautiful insights, as you mentioned so much of what we were trying to do. Hee! I think, given her tiny red bar (perma-endurance of 30) and fashion sensitivities, Buffy is devoted to avoiding damage rather than clanking into it. I'm sure heavy armor takes more of an Atronach mindset and bigger stones than Buffy can fit into her buckskin greaves.

Zalphon- Arielle and Roliand in the game are about as thinly developed as possible. I’m so glad Buffy was able to share some of their depth and devotion to each other.

All- And so. . . we have attempted to paint some of what life is like in war-torn Kvatch. Quite a few of Buffy’s long term behind-the-scenes efforts have delivered fruit for the besieged city. And we have introduced (or reintroduced) most of the important players at Kvatch. It is time to start moving the pieces around as Buffy finally begins to narrow her focus to two incongruous but hopelessly intertwined objectives: Freeing Kvatch and learning to dance. Neither will be a quick process, but let the sparks and music begin.

Night had settled over Kvatch Mountain as I emerged from my guild. Opening a lifted fist, I bathed myself in illumination before threading my way around the smoke of small warming fires and through the confusing maze of canvas to the other side of the encampment.

“Savlian?” Upon hearing no response, I slipped into his tent to find he had not yet returned. Without the wonderful distraction of his presence, and by the pale aura of my spell, I took the time to look around.

His bedroll was neatly stowed in one corner. The bear pelt that I recalled seeing serve as his sleeping pad was now fully spread out to carpet a good portion of the tent. Hanging from one of the corner supports was a set of mail and surcoat that I imagined was Savlian’s spare armor. Near the entrance was a weapons rack into which I placed Slayer and my quiver. The remaining furniture was limited to a sturdy table, single chest and pair of wooden chairs.

Checking the level of olive oil in the lantern on his table, I briefly summoned a tiny flame to one fingertip and lit the wick. I then dispelled my own illumination aura. The table hosted numerous sheets of parchment. Most were rolled or folded, but one was spread open and I could see it was a map of western Cyrodiil.

On one corner of the table were stacked several texts and a wooden box that was itself about the size of a large book. After a moment of indecision, I couldn’t resist snooping. Lifting the lid revealed numerous letters inside. On top were two that appeared to be so well-read and handled that they were beginning to fall apart at the fold lines. Tears suddenly threatened as I recognized my own handwriting. As I thought about his letter that I carried tucked between the pages of my journal, I realized it had become equally worn and fragile.

The other pieces of correspondence in the box all appeared to be from the Legion, praising Savlian’s efforts but nevertheless offering excuses why reinforcement would not be forthcoming. I replaced everything and closed the box.

A repair hammer, three septims, an inkpot and two quills completed my nosey inventory of what obviously served as Savlian’s field desk.

A quiet rustle of canvas behind me was followed by the words, “Looking for a bottle of Tamika’s to celebrate your return?” I spun to see the tired face and warm smile of Savlian Matius who quickly added, “I’m sorry, but fine wine eludes the standards of Weedum-Ja’s cellar.”

My surprise quickly yielded to a giggle. “How’d you know I like Tamika’s?”

As Savlian racked his Legion blade and Kvatch shield next to Slayer, he explained, “Lucilius told me that once you joined the Court of Leyawiin, the royal kitchen quickly learned your preferences. I’m afraid the best we can muster are a few cases of ale that Weedum-Ja keeps locked up for New Life Festival.”

“That’s not very far away,” I said.

“I know,” he replied, taking both my hands in his. “I look forward to us celebrating it together this year under the banner of a free Kvatch.” Was the sparkle in his eyes because of me or his dream of freeing the city?

He pulled me a step closer until our clasped hands were at our sides and I could feel the heat emanating from him.

My nostrils filled with his intoxicating scent, along with the smells of mineral oil and smoke that permeated his armor. I tilted my head slightly as I looked up at him, wondering if – no, hoping - he might kiss me. Delicate wings were furiously trying to take flight inside my stomach.

“Captain?” The familiar voice outside the tent was that of Lucilius Marcus.

Whatever look was in Savlian’s eyes dissipated as he gave my hands a gentle squeeze and released them. “Enter.”

Lucilius did so. “Good evening, Milady. Captain, you wanted to see me?”

Savlian nodded to the other Imperial, then looked at me. “Buffy, I asked Lucilius to join us. As my second in command, he needs to know what I know. Can you share with us what you’ve learned about the Oblivion Gate?”

“Certainly,” I said, slipping off my pack. “But first, I have something for you.”

Savlian chuckled. “Do you have another deer, perhaps magically stuffed into your pack? You’re becoming quite the hero to Weedum-Ja.”

“No, silly.” After a moment of rummaging, I placed a silken bag bearing the symbol of my guild onto the table with a jingling thump. I presented one of the rings from it to Savlian. “It’s enchanted to enhance your armor and resist fire. I brought enough to share, compliments of the Arcane University.”

After examining the ring, Savlian placed it back in the bag. “We owe you so much, Buffy. I know these will serve well here. I’ll have Lucilius ensure all our defenders get one. If there are enough left, he and I will each proudly wear one as well.”

“Thank you, Milady,” said Lucilius as he gathered up the bag.

“I’m glad now that Delmar made so many of the rings.” As much as I might have wanted Savlian to wear one on every finger, I realized now that he would see to the protection of his soldiers first. “Well,” I continued, “if we’re going to see a free Kvatch by the coming New Life Festival, I guess I’d better tell you what I’ve learned about your Oblivion Gate.”

Savlian held one of the chairs for me until I was seated. He then spun the other one around backwards and straddled it. Lucilius racked his weapon and shield before settling onto the wooden chest. Both men looked at me, expectantly.

For the next half hour or so, I detailed what I knew about sigil stones and surviving the Deadlands. I confessed to little knowledge about the tower that Ilend Vonius had spoken of when he returned from the gate, except that it likely guarded the sigil stone.

“That tower sounds pretty deep into the Deadlands,” remarked Lucilius. “Will there be enough time to escape after removing the sigil stone before the gate closes?”

“I-I don’t know. Given the size of the Deadlands and distance from the tower to the gate, I doubt there is enough time for that.” Trying to muster some optimism, I added, “Oblivion Gates have opened and been closed before the Dragonfires ever protected Nirn. The sigil stones that sustained them still exist.” Recalling my conversations with Ungarion and what powered my detect life rings, I continued, “I have touched one. They pulse with enough energy to put your very teeth on edge and make you want to clamp your hands over your ears. I believe a sigil stone has enough magic to transport itself out of the Deadlands as the gate it holds open closes – hopefully along with whoever holds it.”

Lucilius rubbed the stubble that a long day had brought to his chin before concluding, “But we don’t really know if it’s possible to survive the process.”

I lowered my eyes to the bearskin pelt on the ground and slowly shook my head.

Savlian finally spoke, “As you both know, I can ill afford another failed attempt to close that gate. When I get to the sigil stone, I’ll send everyone else safely out of the Deadlands before I remove the damn thing. Buffy, what size and type force do you think I need to fight to the top of that tower?”

I stared at him, horrified. “Y-you can’t go in there. You need to stay outside the gate where you’ll be –“ I stopped myself short of saying the word ‘safe’ – “in a position to command the overall effort. If you perish inside the gate, who will lead the battle to retake the city?” I pressed my fingers to his lips as they opened to protest, grateful that he allowed the brazen gesture. “This is a job for a solitary scout-sniper who is familiar with surviving the Deadlands. An elf who can both avoid detection by the Daedra and kill them from a safe distance if required. Once I grab the stone, I can make myself invisible and run for the exit, even while hoping to be magically transported out.” I realized my authoritative tone was probably compromised by the desperation and pleading in my eyes that I was struggling to hide. I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from his lips, fearful of the response.

“I’m not about to let you go in there,” he declared.

“You don’t trust my abilities?” I countered sharply.

Lucilius shifted uncomfortably on the chest that served as his seat.

“It’s not that, Buffy,” replied Savlian. “I’ve talked to Lucilius and Sigrid enough to know that you’re a lethal knight, archer and mage as well as a stealthy scout. I’m just not about to send the woman I. . . who has done so much already for Kvatch to her possible death. You can’t go in there.”

“And you think I provided all this information about how to close that gate so you could march off to your death?” I said angrily.

“Captain?” Lucilius interrupted the glaring standoff between Savlian and I.

Savlian’s expression softened somewhat as he turned to Lucilius. “Forgive me, my friend. What is your counsel here?”

Lucilius shifted his gaze between Savlian and I. “There are two main efforts here. Closing the gate and protecting the city.”

“Damn it, I can’t be in two places at the same time!” snapped Savlian. “I sent one group of volunteers to their deaths, save Ilend Vonius. I’ll not repeat that mistake!”

“Sir, why do you call me your second in command?”

“In case something happens to me or I need to be in two -” Savlian closed his mouth and stared at Lucilius.

“And do you trust me in your absence?”

“You know I do, Lucilius,” replied Savlian. “The gate must be closed first. While I do so, you will protect our city. If I survive the process, I’ll lead the battle to retake Kvatch. If I do not return, there is no one I trust more than you to be in command of must be done.”

My eyes remained fixed on Savlian, noting the steeled line of his jaw. I found myself resigned to some aspects of his logic. After the lives lost inside the gate that he blamed himself for, I realized he would never allow another such expedition that he did not lead. “I will come with you.”

“No you won’t,” he replied.

“You need a scout,” I said, raising my voice again, “and no one here knows the Deadlands better than I.”

He shook his head. “You said yourself, closing the gate is a solitary job.”

I was instantly out of the chair with both hands on my hips. “You would throw my own words back at me? I said that to protect you from danger!” Hoping my anger would forestall the tears that threatened, I picked up my pack, stomped over to the weapons rack and shouldered my quiver and bow.

Both men were now on their feet. Savlian spoke, “Buffy, I-“

“If I had known you were going to go charging into that gate,” I interrupted, “I never would have come here!” Yanking open the tent flap, I started to march out.

Despite my small stature, I normally I ducked when leaving a tent to allow the longbow towering above my head and forest of feathered tails in my quiver to clear. In my anger however, I forgot to do so this time. Instead of briskly exiting, I found myself hung up at the canvas doorway. I ducked and wiggled free while angrily shaking off the four hands that tried to assist, restrain or calm me. “Leave me alone!” Finally, I successfully stormed out into the night just as the dam holding back my tears burst.

Posted by: mALX Nov 18 2011, 05:05 PM

ROFL !! Matias cleaned up the tent for Buffy's visit !!! Buffy throwing a tantrum would be hilarious if not for the seriousness of the reason she is throwing it. Awesome Chapter !!!

Posted by: McBadgere Nov 18 2011, 07:31 PM

As ever, fantastic... ...

I'm guessing this romance is a very long time developing... ...(Sorry, I spend so much time reading the new stuff that I've never had time to catch up... ...)

Excellent!!...

Nice one... ...

Posted by: ghastley Nov 18 2011, 09:45 PM

Why do I think Pelena's about to be involved? (And I'm not thinking of sending her in! )

Posted by: SubRosa Nov 19 2011, 12:31 AM

Buffy is snooping! Good girl. Now lets see what kind of goods she can dig up on her man Savlian. Ooh, its her letter. Now that is a wonderful touch, especially with Buffy's comparison to the same letter she carries.

Was the sparkle in his eyes because of me or his dream of freeing the city?
I love how you did this, keep Buffy guessing what his real priorities are.

Argh, that damned Lucilius had to turn up, didn't he? It seems that wood elves have a bad habit of falling prey to the http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AlmostKiss...

“But first, I have something for you.”
Rawr! I bet more than one of Savlian's dreams starts out with Buffy saying that!

The Resist Fire rings are another good touch of showing that the rest of the world really is not ignoring Kvatch and the Oblivion Crisis.

I’m just not about to send the woman I. . .
The woman you what Savlian?

I know it runs counter to popular heroic fiction, but if Savlian is not willing to send people to their deaths, he really does not have what it takes to be in command. Because making decisions like that are part of wearing a general's star. Such as in the Battle of the Philippine Sea when Mitscher sent his aircraft to attack the Japanese fleet at the end of the day, meaning they would have to return and land on his carriers in the dark. 80 planes did not make it back. But his gamble paid off, as it won him the battle. Many of those crews were even rescued in the following days.

Still, I suspect that Savlian will eventually see to reason, perhaps with some gentle persuasion by a certain wood elf, and as a commander, command, rather than fight in the trenches. Either that, or Buffy will just have to go in that gate while he is not looking!

And Buffy gets a storming off! I have to say, I loved the little touch of reality with her bow and arrows being caught in the tent flap! That never happens in the movies. But I imagine it does quite a bit IRL!

Posted by: Grits Nov 19 2011, 07:48 PM

After a moment of indecision, I couldn’t resist snooping.

I LOLed! Those curious wood elves. Lildereth would point out that information gathering is part of due diligence.


After examining the ring, Savlian placed it back in the bag. “We owe you so much, Buffy. I know these will serve well here. I’ll have Lucilius ensure all our defenders get one. If there are enough left, he and I will each proudly wear one as well.”

I thought this was a great glimpse of the Savlian Doctrine, and completely what I expected from what you have shown of him.


“That tower sounds pretty deep into the Deadlands,” remarked Lucilius. “Will there be enough time to escape after removing the sigil stone before the gate closes?”

All the way through

Lucilius rubbed the stubble that a long day had brought to his chin before concluding, “But we don’t really know if it’s possible to survive the process.”

That’s right, even though the stone will survive it is still unknown what will happen to the person who takes it. Anyone through the Gate could be taking a one-way trip, even if they do make it all the way to the tower.

The argument that followed had to happen. What a dilemma for Savlian. Buffy is the best one for the mission, and if he puts his feelings for her first he will jeopardize Kvatch. His leadership style could take him out of the critical battle to take back the city if he’s injured or killed in the Deadlands. But not going into the Gate seems like the much harder choice for him to make.

Darned tent flap ruined a perfectly good furious exit. Just as bad as when the slammed door bounces back and hits you in the rear.

Posted by: King Coin Nov 21 2011, 02:18 AM

So close but so far. To business. Pleasure will have to wait another time Buffy.

Well, I think Buffy made herself quite clear before her attempted storm from the tent. Nobody’s willing to let someone else in alone and nobody is willing to take another in with them. We know in the end it’ll be Buffy and Savlian going in, with maybe some others as well. Neither one of them is going to win that one.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Nov 21 2011, 05:16 AM

Huh. So Savlian's determined to close that damned Gate by himself? Why am I not surprised?

But I have to agree with Sage Rose. If Savlian's going to command, he'd better gird his globes and get to it! And that means sending someone else off to do the dirty work.

Honestly, Buffy's the one with the best chances of making it back alive.

I had to laugh at Buffy's dramatic comedic exit!

Posted by: ghastley Nov 21 2011, 04:31 PM

Worst possible option. They'd each be concentrating on protecting the other, and neglecting the main task. Buffy goes in alone, she's trained for it, knows what to expect, and her combat style means no friendly targets in the way, thank you.

Posted by: The_Lost_King Nov 24 2011, 11:48 PM

Another great chapter. I love how Buffy and Savlian try to protect each other. I just hope Savlian will see that sending in Buffy alone is the smartest thing to do.

Posted by: Acadian Nov 25 2011, 02:37 PM

During Episode 139, Buffy, Savlian and Lucilius finally got down to the business of discussing the Oblivion Gate, to include concerns as to whether closing it was even survivable. Buffy urged a stealthy approach by a solo mystic archer. Savlian viewed the danger as great enough that he refused to delegate it. The resultant clash in opinions and expectations culminated with an angry bowgirl storming out of Savlian’s tent in tears.

mALX- Thanks! Savlian’s field tent doubles as his office of course, and I’m not surprised that he would keep it squared away. Although Buffy’s attempt at a dramatic exit was thwarted, I was at least proud of her for not blasting the men with a furious “Fine!”

McBadgere- Thank you! Yes, Buffy first met Savlian way back in Episode 12. She then visited him during Episodes 50-53. They have kept in touch by letter, and a great many of her episodes have involved trying to provide help for him, gathering information about Oblivion Gates and the Deadlands, or preparing herself to assist.

ghastley- We’ll see Pelena again in a few episodes and she’ll give Buffy some quiet help. Although I appreciate your confidence in Buffy’s elegant lethality when operating alone, I’m striving for something more. . . volatile. Based on the comments, I think I might be on track.

SubRosa- Long ago, I wrestled with the very leadership considerations you refer to as I envisioned this episode. I chose the course that my story loudly cried out for. Savlian’s willingness to send people to their deaths is not in question. Given his violent career and battlefield commission, one may assume he has had to do so in the past. Even in his current command, he has sent soldiers into the Oblivion Gate to their deaths. He is, however, unlikely to repeat that mistake - particularly with a lone, tiny, civilian wood elf. Savlian has primarily seen the gentle and nurturing side of Buffy’s nature. Despite what he has heard of her reputation, the little elf in his tent hardly presents as the Daedra Slayer some of us believe her to be. When clouded further by his likely feelings for her, is it any wonder that he would privately doubt her ability to close an Oblivion Gate by herself? I submit that from his perspective, it would be almost criminally foolish to send her into that gate alone. Savlian is keenly aware of the devastatingly crushing effect another failed attempt could have on the beleaguered defenders and citizens of Kvatch.

Savlian’s judgment is further clouded by his chivalrous nature which does indeed eclipse his ability as a commander - that is precisely why Buffy is drawn to him. It also explains why Savlian will never utter something like, “Buffy, you go close that gate while I wait out here providing command and control.” Although such a command would be exactly what Buffy has asked for, paradoxically, it would shatter her image of him as a hero. The story would then likely flow that she would close the gate, say goodbye and ride away in tears. As I’m sure you can appreciate, that is not exactly what I have in mind. This past episode was an opening salvo intended to conjure its title: Sparks. Reader comments suggest it worked. It will now take the next two episodes for things to calm down as some of these inferable undercurrents become clear to Buffy, she is reminded of others I have not mentioned today, and we again hear from Savlian. Although you and I may differ on our endorsement of the understanding that Buffy and Savlian achieve, I appreciate your comments that caused me to examine some of my story’s foundational decisions and emerge fully confident in my choices.

Grits- Snoopy little woodsters! Now you know why I like Lildereth so much! I loved your dubbing of the Savlian Doctrine. I remember how excited I got when you revealed in your story that Jerric shared Buffy’s terrifying realization that closing an Oblivion Gate from inside could well be suicide – and my pride in Jerric as he proceeded. I’m so glad you fully realize what a complex, lose-lose position Buffy and Savlian are in. For if Buffy is truly going to fall for Savlian, she must be convinced that he is not just a hero, but that he is her hero. I so appreciate your gracious and encouraging comments.

KC- Private moments without interruption can be frustratingly short in a field commander’s tent – as Buffy is learning. She has seen Savlian awaken from a nightmare of his decision to send soldiers to their deaths in vain. She is also now beginning to see his protectiveness toward her, which simultaneously thrills and infuriates her.

Rider- You present an interesting perspective that Savlian may not have the stones to send small women into burning gates. His record seems to indicate a tendency to rescue them instead. Joking aside, I assure you that I fully understand your point – as does every commander and graduate of Leadership 101. Buffy may be able to move him along some, but sending her into that gate alone will continue to be a bridge too far for the chivalrous Savlian Matius. If you believe some of his decisions render him imperfect, I’m flattered. How boringly unrealistic would a flawless leader be after all? I’ve certainly never served with one. I’m quite delighted with Savlian in BF – just the way he is.

The Lost King- Thank you! Yes, it seems Savlian may be as protective of Buffy as she is of him. At the end of the day, Savlian may be a larger than life charismatic hero, but I don’t believe that necessarily makes him a perfect leader; that’s okay, Buffy’s not a perfect follower. Given some time together and a bit of room to breathe however, they might well be perfect for each other. And that is my objective. For when all is said and done, Buffy’s tale is a love story, not a war story. Strategy, tactics, leadership styles and even Kvatch itself are all just supporting background.

I hugged the mare’s neck tightly. “I-I’m the one who’s trained so long to close that gate – all to keep Savlian safe and end his long vigil.”

“We can barely breathe and you’re making a wet mess of our mare’s mane,” complained Acadian. “Blow your nose and wipe your tears.”

I summoned a handkerchief and did so. “How can he be so boar-headed?”

“What would you expect from a man with the heart of a lion?” replied the paladin. “To send the woman he cares for into an Oblivion Gate by herself? Would you even want such a man? Did you not storm out on Jauffre so long ago for trying to send you into danger by yourself?”

“I know Savlian’s trying to protect me,” I blew my nose again, “and a big part of me adores him for it - even though I’m furious with him for not accepting my help. I guess I can understand his obligation to go in there himself. I mean, I know he feels responsible for the last attempt’s failure – even to the point of having nightmares. My reasons for wanting him safe are selfish, but what will happen to Kvatch if he dies closing the gate?”

“The same thing that will happen if he lives, Buffy. He has already done the heavy lifting of command.”

“What do you mean,” I asked, mystified.

“Ironically,” the paladin replied, “it is your recruiting efforts on his behalf that have given him the tools to build what is the envy of any commander: A force that can accomplish its mission with or without him. With such a unit, and blessed with a superb second in command, he is in the luxurious position of being able to apply his talents wherever he believes they will best facilitate success.”

“B-but I can’t just let him go in that gate without me.” Clinging to Superian once more, I quietly continued crying for a time.

“He fancies you, Milady.”

I recognized the voice of Lucilius Marcus and turned to look up at the Imperial. The twin moons above caught every craggy line on the old soldier’s face. I dried my tears and said, “Does he not recognize my qualifications to close that gate?”

“Dame Buffy,” Lucilius paused, as if searching for words, “the problem is not what he knows or doesn’t know. Despite his young age, our captain carries more scars of battle on his body and blood on his hands than any ten men should have to endure in a lifetime. One price exacted by his quick and violent career is that he knows little of love. He is no doubt trying to reconcile duty with the unfamiliar feelings you kindle within him.”

I stared up at Lucilius, trying to make sense of his words and somehow feeling a bit calmer. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Now, I’m going to go see what Weedum-Ja is feeding the off going watch team. Will you join me for a bite to eat? Might make you feel better.”

I shook my head. “I thank you, but no, Lucilius. I will stay here for a time and ponder your words.”

He gently replied, “Good night, Milady.” I watched his back as he headed into the encampment.

In response to an insistent nuzzle against my shoulder, I turned to stroke the long nose of my mare. I wanted to believe the words of Acadian and Lucilius. Both were noble warriors like Savlian and they surely understood him better than I. Pressing my face into Superian’s neck, I inhaled deeply of her comforting scent. I realized that Savlian wanted to shield me from danger and I had to confess I was thrilled at what that implied about his feelings toward me. I also knew that he had infinitely more responsibility and authority than I did. Indeed, his words were law here while mine were no more than water off the back of a mud crab.

But by Mara, as much as I loved his chivalrous intent, I was not about let him perish as long as there was breath in my body. I would fight for this man. I considered filling my quiver and waterskins, sneaking up to the gate and invisibly slipping inside. No, I quickly decided. I was not ready to betray his trust in me – not yet anyway. Rather, my first battle was to convince him that if he insisted on entering that gate, my place was at his side to make sure he came back.

After asking Superian and Acadian to wish me luck, I dispelled my handkerchief, summoned an aura to light the way around me and marched straight back to Savlian’s tent.

My determination turned to disappointment as I discovered Savlian was gone. I then froze as I glanced at his empty weapons rack. Would he. . . ? I dismissed the thought before it could fully form. Had he gone to close the gate he would have notified Lucilius. If that were the case, the sergeant would certainly not be headed to Weedum-Ja’s kitchen. No, Savlian was probably checking on his soldiers up at Camp Defiance or perhaps at the barricade. I knew such was his habit at all hours of the day or night.

Heaving a sigh, I then headed for the camp’s central well. After filling three buckets, I managed to lug them into what Ilend had instructed me was the bath tent for women. Heating the buckets of water with a fire spell, I then used one to help tend to the requirements of my waning period. I poured the second over my head then washed my hair and body. The final bucket was used to rinse off. After drying, dressing and dispelling my towel, I combed some conditioner through my hair while still pondering how to convince Savlian that my place was at his side.

When I finally I stepped from the tent, tired feet carried this distracted elf to the Mages Guild in search of sleep. My first day at Kvatch had indeed been a long one.

Once inside, I noted the main area was empty. I imagined Roliand was still up on the hill and that the rest of the mages were sleeping. Well, perhaps not Sigrid; the flap to our sleeping tent was tied open and the soft flicker of candlelight from within probably meant that she was still tending to her reports or schedules.

I noticed flowers laying on the alchemy table next to a flickering candle. A single yellow dragon’s tongue was nestled into a small bouquet of lady’s mantle. As I picked them up, I saw the folded piece of parchment beneath.

Buffy,

You draw feelings from me that my experience and training have ill-prepared me for. I ask your forgiveness for our differences and sharp words this evening. Duty requires that I spend most of this night up on the line. I will use the time to heavily consider your counsel, for I know that it is born of hard-earned experience. I would ask that you meet me in my tent at dawn that we may further discuss the matter.

Humbly yours, Savlian

Posted by: McBadgere Nov 25 2011, 04:24 PM

What is it with all these stories and bathing at the mo?... ...

Not complaining mind... ...

Aaaamywho...Most excellent episode...

Loving it...*Applauds*...

Nice one!!... ...

Posted by: SubRosa Nov 25 2011, 06:34 PM

You do a wonderful job of clarifying Savlian's motivations through Buffy's fairy godfather. Now we can understand him. Even if we do not like the idea of him sidelining out favorite mystic archer due to his macho pride. His very inability to respect Buffy as a competent agent, coupled with his inability face his fear of losing her, show that he is indeed not a perfect man, nor a perfect leader. The delightful irony here is that he expects Buffy to do exactly these same things that he cannot/will not. Again, this is not a criticism, rather it brings him to full, 3-dimensional life. Perfect boyfriends are boring, and I have never known a RL woman to have one.

no more than water off the back of a mud crab.
An excellent phrase!

Dragon's tongue and lady's mantle. What a clever combination that so perfectly suits our Buffster!

So it will be a showdown at dawn then? Pistols or swords I wonder?

Posted by: Grits Nov 25 2011, 07:11 PM

“What would you expect from a man with the heart of a lion?” replied the paladin. “To send the woman he cares for into an Oblivion Gate by herself? Would you even want such a man?

How wonderful to hear from Acadian, and then from Lucilius. Neither of them tried to tell Buffy what to do, but they made sure she fully understood the problem.


No, I quickly decided. I was not ready to betray his trust in me – not yet anyway.

Not yet? Oh Buffy!! That was a coffee-spewing moment narrowly averted. I think one reason I love flawed heroes is that they somehow allow us to forgive imperfections in ourselves.


Buffy’s reasoning when she found Savlian’s tent empty showed that she has actually been paying attention. Her youth and tendency to storm off are working against her in this tricky situation, but more than that she seems to really want to understand her man. To me that’s a strong foundation. Much better than always agreeing.

I enjoyed Savlian’s bouquet. I imagine that not only do the yellow flowers look lovely together, but they can be combined to make a healing potion. And the note was just perfect.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Nov 25 2011, 07:32 PM

Acadian, don't for one moment doubt that I am unhappy with the way you are portraying Savlian Matius in the BF. Quite the contrary, I am enjoying this depiction of a man I actually respect quite a lot. It's good to see him as a whole, warts and all, rather than as a cardboard hero-in-a-headband. His reaction to Buffy's idea of going into the Gate by herself, is very typical of a hardbitten soldier dealing with idealistic civilian youth. He knows combat and what it means to face it, he hasn't yet fully realized that Buffy has developed her own ways of facing the same dreadful foes he has faced.

He is wrestling with the thought of sending more men into the Gate at considerable risk. No self-respecting commander wants to squander his fighting force on something that seems so hopeless. It gets them nowhere if failure is a certainty. Which it has been, until Buffy returned with the tactics to fight daedra on their own turf.

Does his feelings get in the way? Of course, it does. He wouldn't be human if they didn't! And I doubt that they teach soldiers how to deal with the "softer" emotions in boot camp. In that area, it's every man for himself.

And good for Lucillus for trying to smooth things over between the two of them. It's good to see someone like him sticking up for both Buffy and Savlian.

Posted by: mALX Nov 27 2011, 01:51 AM

WOO HOO !!! "Meet me in my tent at dawn...come alone..." WOO HOO !! Matias is on the move !!! Awesome Chapter !!

Posted by: King Coin Nov 27 2011, 04:14 PM

How can he be so boar-headed?
I’m sure there was a similar line said about Buffy in exasperation after she stormed out.

And Lucilius comes to smooth things over a bit for his captain. I’m glad his words help, though the note Savlian left is the best.

Glad Buffy isn’t going into the gate on her own. Savlian would be furious. Heck he might even have her arrested!

Posted by: Acadian Dec 2 2011, 02:00 PM

Episode 140 found Buffy seeking the familiar comfort of her mare and paladin. Lucilius also briefly sought her out. Buffy decided that Savlian had not heard the last from her, and marched back to his tent - only to discover that he was likely up on the defensive line checking his soldiers. After washing away a long day in the bath tent, she headed to her guild for the night. There she discovered a note from Savlian expressing his concern and asking to reengage on their disagreement in the morning.

McBadgere- Thank you. The bath tents at Kvatch’s encampment are modeled loosely after those I have relied on under similar field conditions. Buffy’s ability to heat the water is a huge plus for her.

SubRosa- Thank you for your patient understanding. I actually went flower hunting near Kvatch and ensured the combo that Savlian put together can be readily and locally found.

Grits- As ever, your kind words and insights warm my heart with encouragement. Gosh, I hope Buffy doesn’t decide to sneak into that gate. Hopefully, Savlian will begin to accept what the tiny elf is capable of.

Rider- Thank you for those kind words. I’ve become quite attached to the conflicted Savlian. Lucilius has fully grown into the role I envisioned for him so long ago, when Captain Caelia Draconis of Leyawiin assigned him to Kvatch believing he would make a good second in command for Savlian. She was right.

mALX- Thank you! One dawn meeting coming up. No interruptions this time, but no kiss either.

KC- Oh my goodness! To be a fly on the canvas inside Savlian’s tent after the angry little elf stormed out! During Buffy’s last visit, she bolted into the gate and Savlian snatched her right back out (Episode 52). He did indeed threaten to have her arrested back then.

The cook fires were cold and there was no movement nearby. So, it seemed that Weedum-Ja did occasionally sleep after all. Like many aspects of the camp, it seemed her hours were driven by the schedule of soldiers going on and off duty. Opening an uplifted hand, I banished enough of the predawn darkness around me to better see the watch schedule affixed to one of the poles supporting the large eating tent. The parchment confirmed the team on duty was in the middle of their shift so, not surprisingly, this was a quiet time for the kitchen. Nevertheless, the tables were appointed with baskets containing flatbread and apples to which I helped myself.

After making my way to the stable area, I exchanged magicka for a summoned elven dagger and sliced up a pair of apples that I shared with Superian. I then chased breakfast with the last of Falanu’s potions. When I had cleaned and changed the sea sponge earlier that morning in the bath tent, I was pleased to note that my flow had all but stopped.

I faced the unsaddled mare’s left side and stood very close. As I placed my hands on Superian for balance, I gave her warning. I then dipped my knees and launched myself up and forward to plant my belly onto her back with a rather unladylike grunt. After some wiggling and turning, I sat upright, straddling the mare. I chuckled as I thought of the buxom Sigrid trying to accomplish the same maneuver. Our jaunt was short and primarily to practice the skill of riding without saddle or bridle.

By the time we returned and enjoyed a quick grooming session, dawn was a pink promise on the horizon. After I tossed a kiss over one shoulder to Superian, my feet carried me to Savlian’s tent.

“I’m sorry I stormed out on you last night,” I offered, allowing the canvas flap to close behind me.

“And I’m sorry my dogmatic declarations pushed you to it. You’ve only just returned to me, and my fear for your safety now threatens to drive you away.”

“I may be skittish, but I’m not quite that easy to get rid of.” I looked up into his eyes and followed my light reply with a serious promise: “I will never run away from you again, Savlian Matius.”

“And I will do my level best to ensure that you never again want to.”

He held a chair for me, then pulled up the other one and sat close. I opened the negotiations. “I appreciate that you want to protect me and that you are in charge here, but can you not understand my desire to protect you as well?” I took one of his hands in both of mine. “I wish neither of us had to go into that gate.”

“Aye, but it is a danger I will not delegate. Not after the last failed attempt. Besides, you have convinced me that stealth is required to succeed, and I am the only forester-trained soldier on this mountain.”

I recalled Raminus Polus had insisted on reviewing the Kvatch commander’s Legion record before committing guild assistance. Savlian’s first tour of duty had indeed been as a forester. “I have come to accept that this is something you must do, Savlian. I’m grateful that you endorse my urging for stealth, and I have great respect for a forester’s ability to silently stalk lawbreakers or other threats across any terrain. But I have tools and knowledge you need to survive and succeed at the task ahead. I ask that you accept my help and take me with you.”

One eye twitched. “What my ears have heard of you, battles with what my eyes and heart see. You’re not a soldier, Buffy.” His face was gentle and did not display the commanding inflexibility it had the previous night.

“And you’re no scout-sniper, familiar with magic and the realms of Daedra Lords,” I gently countered. “But like you, I can take to a shadow. I’m also a good learner. Can you not teach me to serve at your side?”

“You’re still confident that this is a task best accomplished by a small team relying on stealth?”

I nodded. “The smaller the better – the purpose is to infiltrate to the sigil stone and remove it, not conquer the Deadlands and slaughter Daedra.”

“Given your knowledge about what awaits us inside that gate, I suspect it is you who will be teaching me.”

“D-does that mean. . . ?” My eyes opened wide.

“Yes.” He paused to give me a crooked smile. “I realize now that I must use every resource – even you - to help ensure success. As much as I trust Lucilius to retake the city if we don’t return, that cannot happen unless this next attempt on the Oblivion Gate succeeds. I humbly ask the assistance of your magic, bow and experience in the Deadlands. You vastly improve our chance for both success and survival.”

“Your survival is important, Savlian. As fine a leader as Lucilius is, you symbolically represent the hopes of Kvatch to many people.”

“I do realize that, Buffy. I also admit that part of my choice to enter the gate is selfish pride, or perhaps redemption. Someone else in my boots might even send you in alone to close the gate, but Akatosh be damned if I’ll let you go in there without the cover of my shield.”

If there were any doubts in my mind about why I was drawn to this man, his last words had just dispelled them. “I will protect you too, Savlian, and make sure that you come back to lead the assault on the city.”

“I fully intend for both of us to return successfully,” his hand squeezed mine, “and that means we must first train to infiltrate and fight together as a team.”

Remembering how practice had quickly improved my ability to fight alongside Mazoga and Alawen, I readily agreed. “How shall we proceed, my captain?”

“Buffy, do you recall our conversation about that cult of conjurers that I suspect are using Fort Agarctova to the south as a lair?”

“I do,” I replied, instantly grasping his intent. “They summon Daedra and could prove an excellent test of our ability to work and fight together.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “Inside an Oblivion Gate is not the place to develop our signals, tactics and teamwork. Those conjurers threaten travelers near Kvatch along the Gold Road and I’ve been meaning to dispatch a small raiding party to eliminate them. It might be the perfect task for you and I. Would you be amenable to clearing Fort Agarctova with me? Lucilius is eminently qualified to take charge here in my absence.”

“Yes, Savlian. I will fight by your side.” A thousand questions sprang to mind, but I settled for, “When do we leave?”

“I must speak with Lucilius first. There is much to coordinate for my absence.” He looked at me, concern in his eyes. “Do you know how to use a shield, sword or even a short blade?”

I grimaced. “Well, no.”

“I understand most Daedra are vulnerable to shock. Can you cast powerful lightning bolts?”

Shaking my head, I replied, “I deal damage with my bow, and one of its several enchantments is indeed shock. I’m a mystic archer, specialized in illusion and restoration. My spells can confuse the minds of foes, causing them to fall down or even attack each other. If I can lay hands on my target, I can share – or even take away – life itself. Do you know any spells?”

“I do not.”

“Can you use a bow?” I asked.

“Reasonably, out to medium range. I suspect I’ll be better at providing a safe haven of steel from behind which you can shoot.”

Our banter and professional probing continued out of the tent and all the way up to the defensive perimeter in front of the besieged city.

“Lucilius!” Savlian’s voice rose above the thundering sky and roar of flames that licked the sides and top of the Oblivion Gate.

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 2 2011, 03:07 PM

Opening an uplifted hand, I banished enough of the predawn darkness around me
This sounds so much better then just saying she cast a light sell!

I exchanged magicka for a summoned elven dagger
And there you go again!

I opened the negotiations.
This was also an excellent way of phrasing it.

that cult of conjurers that I suspect are using Fort Agarctova to the south as a lair?
I have been waiting for that shoe to drop ever since Buffy first heard that tonge-twisting name! My expectation since the last episode is that Savlian and the Buffster will use it as a trial run, to test their teamwork and get to know one another's abilities. I will read on and see if I am correct.

It is so nice to be right! One justice sandwich coming up for those conjurers. Hopefully Savlian can live up to the expectations that working with Sir Mazoga must have instilled in Buffy. For that is the last melee fighter that I can recall Buffy working with. If not the only one.

Funny thing is, just like that almost kiss, we will be seeing the same thing soon in the TF. I hope that does not mean Teresa will have to go through an Oblivion gate someday!

Posted by: mALX Dec 2 2011, 04:53 PM

A wonderful chapter from start to finish - and Buffy's "Screenshot of the Month" is very Xmas-y !! Awesome Chapter !!

Posted by: Grits Dec 2 2011, 05:55 PM

I chuckled as I thought of the buxom Sigrid trying to accomplish the same maneuver.
Oh my. I imagine that Sigrid would have as much luck vaulting onto a horse as she would looking down and seeing her toes. How fun to get a glimpse of Buffy pushing herself to improve her skills.

By the time we returned and enjoyed a quick grooming session, dawn was a pink promise on the horizon. After I tossed a kiss over one shoulder to Superian, my feet carried me to Savlian’s tent.
This is one of those signature passages that charms, informs, and evokes a mood in so very few words. Outstanding! I am in awe and delight.

“I may be skittish, but I’m not quite that easy to get rid of.” I looked up into his eyes and followed my light reply with a serious promise: “I will never run away from you again, Savlian Matius.”
That is a very serious promise, and Savlian’s reply showed that he was up for the occasion. Their gentle reconciliation was just wonderful, as was the respectful negotiation that followed. What a relief that there should be no need for sneaking into the gate or arresting anyone for their own protection.

“I do realize that, Buffy. I also admit that part of my choice to enter the gate is selfish pride, or perhaps redemption. Someone else in my boots might even send you in alone to close the gate, but Akatosh be damned if I’ll let you go in there without the cover of my shield.”
Savlian expressed himself beautifully throughout, but this part really stands out to me as being as important as Buffy’s promise.

I’m looking forward to seeing them in action in Fort Agarctova!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Dec 2 2011, 07:02 PM

Wow. Savlian is really in touch with his feelings. Maybe Julian's Captain can take a lesson or two from him?

As I see it, that is exactly what happens!

So glad to see the two come to an agreement. I have a feeling that after that A-fort they will be working together flawlessly as a team!

Posted by: ghastley Dec 2 2011, 08:55 PM

I may need to refine my earlier pronouncement. Without training together, the two would be more danger to each other than help. The Mazoga example does show the way, but these two need their feelings for each other held in check, which could be a lot more difficult than one workout against a few conjurers can achieve. Still, plenty of writing opportunity to get them there!

Posted by: McBadgere Dec 3 2011, 05:51 AM

Ooooh, there's a story... ...

Aaamywho...Loving it...

Brilliant writing...

Looking forward to the fight at the fort... ...

Brilliant...

Nice one... ...

Posted by: King Coin Dec 4 2011, 05:33 PM

Weedum-Ja sounds like the most important of fixture Salvian’s camp!

One eye twitched. “What my ears have heard of you, battles with what my eyes and heart see. You’re not a soldier, Buffy.”
I can’t argue against that statement without seeing what she can do. What can a little blonde wood elf do against an armored dremora? Wait till he sees her shoot.

“When do we leave?”
Yes, when?

“Lucilius!”
The beginning of the end of the foul gate to Oblivion.

Loved this chapter!

Posted by: liliandra nadiar Dec 5 2011, 09:44 PM

And all caught up. ^.^

Took a couple of tries to really get into Buffy but it's paid off quite well.

Love the life you've given to the survivors of Kvatch and the world around them. Should be interesting to see Buff and Salvian work through the rogue mages. One almost might feel sorry for them, maybe, kinda. Not really.

Posted by: Acadian Dec 9 2011, 02:44 PM

During Episode 141, Buffy and Savlian managed to calmly discuss their concerns. They agreed to close the gate together, but only after some training to forge their ability to work and fight as a team. Savlian suggested that clearing nearby Fort Agarctova of the conjurers that threatened the Kvatch area could accomplish that goal. The pair then sought out Lucilius Marcus to start coordinating for the temporary absence their training expedition would require.

SubRosa- So glad to hear that our spellcasting descriptions are working. I’m trying to achieve a balance between mystical creativity and actual clarity of what effect is being cast. I have learned much from others here, including you, at how to get a little better at that. Yes, Buffy’s only experience working alongside a melee fighter was Mazoga – that gives poor Savlian a massive pair of boots to try and fill.

mALX- Thank you for those kind words. I’m so pleased you like our screenie of the month feature!

Grits- Sigrid’s attributes do indeed intimidate the baby-breasted Bosmer, and a little bit of compensatory smugness squeaked into her thoughts as the short elf vaulted up to mount her long-legged bare back mare. Thank you for drawing out the mutual respect, affection and even beginnings of commitment between Savlian and Buffy that I hoped would peek through in this past episode.

Rider- Thank you for picking up on the significance that Savlian seems fairly willing to open up some to Buffy. I think it’s a combination of (1) how lonely a position being in command actually is, (2) that Buffy is not Legion and has a nurturing nature, and (3) that Savlian is indeed passionate. Buffy was struck that passion the moment she met him – I know I was certainly moved by his intro speech in the game. Julian and Captain Steffan are both strong heroes of the Blades; I don’t envy the challenges of who’s gonna blink or loosen their armor first.

ghastley- I agree that the teamwork Savlian and Buffy can forge at Fort Agarctova will be important to their survival. In their own way, both are skilled, lethal and disciplined at their craft. Like you, I look forward to seeing how they function together and how their feelings come into play.

McBadgere- On the bath tents, Buffy does feel spoiled; after all, she can summon towels and heat her own water. I’m glad you’re looking forward to Fort Agarctova. It’s a pure invention for Buffy Fiction and will even contain a couple mysteries of its own.

KC- Weedum-Ja, being the source of chow, is indeed supremely important to the camp. Even though we don’t actually have any speaking parts for her planned, her influence will continue to be felt. When Buffy’s head swirls with a hundred thoughts, very often she defaults to one of the lamer choices, like ‘When do we leave?’ from this last episode. I mention that because her mind will swirl like that again in this next episode and, once again, she will end up blurting a rather bland response that does not really reflect the turmoil in her heart. Thank you!

liliandra nadiar- I’m grateful for the significant reading it took to catch up with us! And I see you did it the hard way, rather than via our ‘Executive Summary’. I’m also glad we were able to convince you over the course of her journal that there is more depth and facets to Buffy than her name might suggest. I thank you for the kind words and hope we can continue to earn your readership as we post a new episode each Friday. Now. . . we just need to get you back to updating Myrin, the magical red-headed Dunmer!

Lucilius Marcus terminated his conversation with the watch team leader on duty and strode directly to us. After a curt nod and “Milady” to me, he planted a fist to the black wolf on his chest. “Yes sir.”

Savlian returned the greeting in kind. “Buffy and I are going to close this gate together, but we need to precede the task with some training.”

Lucilius diverted his glance from Savlian to me for only a moment, but a smile played at one corner of his mouth before he spoke, “I know you will succeed. What type of training do you have in mind and what are your orders?”

“We’ll make preparations today,” Savlian replied, “then leave at dawn tomorrow to head south and clear Fort Agarctova of conjurers and their Daedra.” Placing a hand on Lucilius’ shoulder, he added, “It may take us a few days, but I know things here will be in good hands.”

“Thanks for your confidence, sir. I won’t let you down, nor will our watch teams. As far as how long it takes the two of you to get ready, Oblivia can wait. She’s been open a long time and a few more days won’t matter. It’s important that you both sort out how to complement and compensate for each other. I know you’ll be anxious to return though, so may I recommend you travel by horse? Raxle will serve you admirably and he gets on well with Dame Buffy’s mare.”

“I’ll take you up on the loan of Raxle,” said Savlian. “It’s an excellent idea. I ask you to think about any details of running the defense of Kvatch in my absence that we need to discuss, then report to my tent this evening.”

“I’ll have a list by then. May I tell the soldiers that their captain plans to close Oblivia soon? You know that will cause morale to soar.”

“We can’t keep the preparations a secret,” replied Savlian, “nor should we. Tell them, but I’ll trust you and the team leaders to avoid celebration until we get the damn thing closed. Return to your duties.”

Lucilius flashed a broad smile that encompassed both Savlian and I. “Yes sir. Good day, Milady.”

After the two men touched fists to wolves again, I took Savlian’s offered arm and we began the downhill trek together.

“Have you ridden much?” I offered.

“A fair amount. As a young lad I worked for Bolden’s mother at High Country Stables. Mostly pitching hay and mucking stalls for her gentle giants, but sometimes she’d let me ride them. Finest heavy horses in all Cyrodiil. Only Belle survived the Daedra invasion. Bolden uses her to pull the camp’s wagon. She’s a sweet mare, but quite the runt among her breed.”

“I know the feeling,” I replied as I looked up at the Imperial. “Well, Raxle’s an old gentleman. He and Superian met when Lucilius and I left Leyawiin together. The old warhorse is very tolerant of my curious young mare and the two do indeed get on well.”

“I’ve seen this beautiful horse of yours. I look forward to properly meeting her in the morning and hope she takes to me as well as she did to Raxle.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll see the same qualities in you that I do.” I tried to keep any nervousness out of my voice as I realized how very much I relied on Superian’s judgment.

Soon, the Oblivion-marred sky fell behind us. Ahead was a beautiful morning so clear that we could see the emerald forests beyond the Strid River. “Savlian, have you ever been to Valenwood?”

“Only briefly,” he replied, “in pursuit of marauders.”

“Someday, I want to go there,” I said. “I’ve never been, but it’s where my mother was born.”

“Then I shall take you there when time and circumstances allow. Where is your mother now?”

“She died when I was twelve.”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. And your father?”

“He never returned from a vampire hunting expedition. That was before I can even remember. Savlian,” I continued, “Mother chose a human as her mate. Like all half-breeds, my race is that of my mother. The influence exerted by Father is more subtle. He gifted me with a Breton’s mystical affinity and resistance to harmful spells. On the other hand, his seed denied me a Bosmer’s abilities to ward off disease and control animals.”

Savlian’s glanced above my head toward the upper ear of Slayer. “Perhaps that heritage explains the bow on your back and magic in your hands. You grew up alone from twelve years old?”

“My family was the city of Bravil after Mother died and now it is the guild of mages. What of you? Did you lose family the night of the Daedra attack? Parents, brothers, sisters . . . or perhaps a mate and children of your own?”

Savlian returned the salutes of two soldiers making their way up the hill as he cheerfully greeted them. After they passed, his face clouded before continuing, “I was an only child. My father gave his life to the Legion years ago. Mother worked in the kitchen of Castle Kvatch, but never really recovered from losing Father. Within a year of his death, I turned sixteen, joined the Legion and left for my initial training. In retrospect, that was too much for Mother to bear. She died while I was patrolling the West Weald as a forester. It was then several years of blood, steel and ice with a heavy line unit up on the Skyrim border, before I returned to Kvatch.”

“I’m sorry, Savlian. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Of course you should’ve,” he replied. “Family helps shape who we are. As far as a wife, the answer is no.” Savlian almost spat the next words through clenched teeth. “What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”

I felt as if pierced by an arrow. Possible responses and confused thoughts wildly swirled through my mind. Be careful what you wish for, Buffy. Will the very things that draw you to this man break your heart? Perhaps you should bolt for Superian and have her carry you far from this place. What are you getting yourself into?

Yet. . . it was clear that the lesson wrought by his mother’s death caused him great anguish – perhaps enough to evolve his priorities? I did not believe Savlian would abandon me for the Legion. In fact, his choice to not only enter the gate but to do so with me at his side screamed exactly the opposite. Was Sigrid right? Could this small elf be the one to penetrate his armor? As the smoky warming fires and tents of the encampment came into view, I settled upon dodging the question – for now. “Are you hungry?”

“Aye, the sun is nigh overhead.”

The soup was made with potatoes and carrots from our own fields, flavored by local herbs and richened by milk from the camp’s goats. There was plenty of fresh bread and pitchers of cool, clear Kvatch spring water. Cheese and pears from Anvil rounded out our meal. We saw Bolden while eating and advised him of our plans to take the horses the following morning. Weedum-Ja offered to prepare us some traveling provisions.

The day became very busy, and our conversation did not return to matters of the heart. Rather, it primarily focused on the tactics and signals we would need to work and fight together. We each used the bath tents and, when Savlian emerged in simple linen attire, I helped him carry his armor to the camp’s smith for repair.

“I’ll have this ready by the time you two get back from your expedition.” Batul gra-Shaob sized me up with a tailor’s eye while speaking to Savlian. “How ‘bout fixing things in the field? Do either of you need a repair hammer?”

I answered, “I only use a hammer on my scale or mail cuirasses, not on my bow of course. And I carry needle and thread to repair any damage to my buckskins.” I looked up at Savlian. “If we need a repair hammer, I recently learned how to summon one for us.”

“Damn mages,” said Batul as she curled her lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile. “Well, I won’t complain about the loss of business – I got more here than I can handle. When I trained as a smith, I never figured I’d have to learn how to sew. Yet here I am, mending tents and surcoats.” She glanced at a cured deer hide on one end of her sturdy work table. “Now, all the orphans want buckskin boots like Buffy. Don’t know when I’ll get to that.” The orc heaved an exaggerated sigh but her dark eyes were dancing. “And I’ll be stuffed by an ogre if I’m not a makeshift jeweler as well. Several of those enchanted rings Lucilius has been issuing need to be resized.” She rubbed one of her yellow tusks with a thick finger. “Oh well, good luck to both of you with the conjurer hunting. I hope you get ‘em all.”

Once outside Batul’s tent, I noted the sun was closer to Anvil than Skingrad. “I should go report to Sigrid and tell her of our plans. I also need to use the guild’s equipment to make some additional poisons this afternoon.”

“How about potions?”

“I’m afraid my alchemical passion has always been for poisoning arrows. I tend to rely on spells rather than potions for positive effects. In fact, I only carry a few of them for times when I cannot cast spells – either due to injury or having my magic cursed. Not surprisingly, Sigrid and Pelena can craft stronger potions than I. I’ll ask one of them to provide me with some healing and dispel elixirs that are more powerful than I can craft. Then we’ll be well stocked.”

Savlian nodded. “I need to go through that chest in my tent to dig out some old forester gear.” He chuckled. “I think I have a quiver of arrows in there as well, and perhaps I can remember how to string my old Legion bow.”

“That’s one thing that I can help you with.”

“May I call on you just before sunset? Perhaps we can break bread together again under the camp’s dining tent?”

“Please do, Savlian.” My fingers reached up to linger on his cheek for a moment. I then turned for my guild.

Posted by: mALX Dec 9 2011, 03:41 PM

Matias's choice of the word "chest" right after Sigrid's mention may have been incidental, but...sorry, I was rolling at what he said. (Where is Foxy when you need him, lol).


Really nice quiet chapter!! Lucilius had a great point, the gate has been opened in Kvatch all this time so a few more days won't make that much difference. It explains the lack of (feel of urgency) about these chapters as well.

I'm also reminded of Buffy's visit to that Gottlesfont Priory where they proved to her that the chapel would be safe from the Daedra - I wondered at the time if that lesson would have some significance in Kvatch in BF - guess I'll find out soon !!!

Great Write !!!

Posted by: ghastley Dec 9 2011, 05:29 PM

I'm curious as to what tactics the two are going to work out between them now, if Savlian's digging out a bow to use. I had expected he'd armor up to play tank, not become another sniper.

Doesn't Batul have an apprentice now? But then again, you can't teach what you haven't done yourself, so she'd have to get into sewing leather anyway, even if she lets her apprentice do most of it.

Posted by: liliandra nadiar Dec 9 2011, 06:06 PM

Now. . . we just need to get you back to updating Myrin, the magical red-headed Dunmer!

Heh, Skyrim's finally loosing the 'Ohh... shiney' effect on me, I've been doing some writing on the next chapter and getting close to the point of another post. Just need to get through Myrin's first real combat event.

It was good to get further details of both Matias' and Buffy's history, managed to get the information without coming across as a data-dump.

Poor Batul, working as the sole supplier of gear and pretties for Camp Kvatch and her defenders.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Dec 9 2011, 06:34 PM

Be careful Buffy. You can't change what Savlian is into something he isn't. But I see in these words some wisdom - that a man can change himself! There's a difference there, and I like to believe Buffy is wise enough to see it.

Of course, when in doubt, feed the stomach! Or should I say feed the Paladin?

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 9 2011, 09:54 PM

“I’ll take you up on the loan of Raxle,”
How did Daenlin's horse get all the way to Kvatch?

After the two men touched fists to wolves again
Another wonderful phrase.

“What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”
One who does not know what she is getting into? Or is blinded by love? In any case, methinks that someone is fishing for an answer here...

In any case, we had a nice little discussion as the two actually got to know one another, and start building a real relationship. Hopefully they will have opportunities for more of this!

as she curled her lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile.
This was a good piece of world-building.

Posted by: Grits Dec 10 2011, 04:40 AM

“We can’t keep the preparations a secret,” replied Savlian, “nor should we. Tell them, but I’ll trust you and the team leaders to avoid celebration until we get the damn thing closed. Return to your duties.”

Lucilius flashed a broad smile that encompassed both Savlian and I. “Yes sir. Good day, Milady.”
I love this exchange. It’s a demonstration of how well Savlian and Lucilius complement each other.

Finest heavy horses in all Cyrodiil. Only Belle survived the Daedra invasion.
How sad, and a reminder of how much has already been lost.

It was wonderful to see Buffy and Savlian get so much history from each other in such a natural way. Savlian also got some important information about Buffy’s magical abilities, useful for their tactical planning.

Savlian almost spat the next words through clenched teeth. “What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”
It was good to see Savlian spit out his own insecurity. Now Buffy can deal with it, and maybe make some decisions. I was encouraged by her thought:

Yet. . . it was clear that the lesson wrought by his mother’s death caused him great anguish – perhaps enough to evolve his priorities? I did not believe Savlian would abandon me for the Legion.
She’s considering whether or not he has learned and grown from his past decisions. I don’t see any trace of the dreaded “My love will change him,” it seems more about how he has already changed.

As the smoky warming fires and tents of the encampment came into view, I settled upon dodging the question – for now. “Are you hungry?”
And a very graceful dodge it was. No answer here was far better than an uncertain one. I like that they are both thinking, “Am I the one,” not so much “Is he/she the one.” Fresh bread and creamy root vegetable soup, thank you very much!!


I’m also curious about Savlian’s plans with his bow and forester gear. I’m guessing that it will be sturdier than Buffy’s buckskins, and quieter than Kvatch-issue mail. I’m pretty excited to see what two archers can do, and how they will work together.

A dinner date to anticipate, a mystery fort, and a trip to Valenwood some day!! But first Savlian has to dig through his chest, and Buffy needs to dig through Sigrid’s. For potions.

Posted by: McBadgere Dec 10 2011, 04:51 AM

Brilliant write...*Applauds*...

Most excellent...

Nice one... ...

Ooooh, this raised an eyebrow...

Doesn't mean he's dead and gone though does it?...

...

Posted by: Destri Melarg Dec 10 2011, 10:17 PM

Being absent for so long is a double-edged sword. On the one hand I feel terrible for going so long without my 'Buffy-fix.' On the other hand now I've got several chapters to savor and read all at once. I'll be back when I've done so.

Posted by: Tábrasa Dec 11 2011, 11:54 PM

Hello Acadian!

Even though I have quite a fair amount to catch up on (I've only been reading this thread so far), You're story telling technique is inspiring. You can really see through your words the bond between you and Buffy.
I was also thrilled that 'Buffy' is, well, Buffy. My character is called Tara Willow (or just Tara). It's amazing how much inspiration can come from something completley unrelated to TES, assuming of course that the name 'Buffy' was inspired by a certain vampire slayer haha

Enough of my rambling, to the chapter at hand!

This piece is very moving. I love how simply yet beautifully Buffy and Savilous open up to each other, and it was interesting to learn some information about Buffy that i didn't know prior this chapter. I can't wait to read older threads to learn more of their relationship

Great chapter!

P.S if you hadn't already guessed, I'm a newbie

Posted by: King Coin Dec 12 2011, 04:35 PM

I’m happy the two of them are going into the gate together. This will be fun, Buffy working with another to close that gate.

Clearing conjurers would probably be the best way to get a look at some daedra and learn how to kill them.

Perhaps that heritage explains the bow on your back and magic in your hands.

I really liked that line. She’s adopted talents given to her from both parents.

Meeting the blacksmith was fun! She’s got her hands full! She’ll be a master before this is done. There are a lot of orcish women in Skyrim that have taken up blacksmithing as well so that made that part even more fun.

Posted by: Zalphon Dec 15 2011, 01:41 AM

*Smile* Keep writing, I want to see how this pans out!

Posted by: Acadian Dec 16 2011, 02:32 PM

In Episode 142, Savlian informed his second in command, Lucilius Marcus, that he and Buffy would leave the following morning for a training expedition that would prepare them to close the Oblivion Gate together. As the captain and the elf shared some of their family histories, Savlian stunned Buffy with his dark self-assessment that he would be an unsuitable mate for any woman. After spending much of the day together organizing and planning, the two parted ways to pursue some individual preparations. Buffy welcomed Savlian’s request to call on her later that they might share a sunset meal under Weedum-Ja’s tent.

maLX- Thank you for mentioning some of the measures we have tried to take to (partially) address the impact of that gate being open so long. Some elves just can’t be rushed. Lol.

ghastley- Heh, I’m curious as well about the tactics our odd couple will develop together.

liliandra nadiar- Good to hear that another Myrin episode is on the way! Thank you for the kind words. It was fun reviewing some of Buffy’s history and providing more of Savlian’s.

Rider- As you can see, Savlian has probably long simmered with some internal doubts and conflicts about the choices he has made. I expect it is Buffy’s presence that is bringing them to a rolling boil.

SubRosa- Buffy’s been infatuated by her image of Savlian for a long time, but you are right that it takes time spent together to build a real relationship. As you can imagine, I am hoping their training expedition serves more than its stated purpose. These two may be masters with their primary weapons, but it seems both are novices in matters of the heart. That they are forced to use dungeons and Deadlands as their dance floor only makes things harder. On the other hand, things forged under fire often proves to be stronger and more durable.

Grits- Thank you so much for your endorsement of Lucilius. I have grown terribly fond of him and what he quietly enables Buffy and Savlian to do. I was proud of our bowgirl here. Despite her inexperience and concerns, the skittish elf did not run away from him. Nor did she try to convince herself that she could reconstruct him to her will. Finally, I agree that her decision to dodge his question was a wise one. For now, she will settle for the fact that Savlian seems to at least recognize the potential problem. Buffy is not a low maintenance elf though, so I suspect the subject is not closed.

McBadgere- Thank you! Although the disappearance of Buffy’s father does include some mystery, I suspect he is dead. Given the length of her saga, I am grateful for the excuse to sometimes review obscure bits of Buffy lore. Upon learning during Azura’s quest that she was a Slayer, and again when discussing paternity with her friend Alawen during the Tournament of Archers, Buffy expressed that a quest to learn the fate of her father does not interest her. Nevertheless, she may well inadvertently learn more of his history in the distant future.

Destri- Welcome back! I hope you will find our comfortable once a week posting schedule will aid you in rejoining us!

Tabrasa- A very warm welcome to you! Thanks for joining us and your kind words of encouragement. I am so enjoying learning of Tara and Willow in your new story! If you find yourself short of time to catch up on back episodes, this may be of help: http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4874

You asked about the origin of the small elf’s name. There are several influences and forces at work, so please bear with me for a moment:
1. Alliteration. Buffy the blond Bravilian butterfly-dragon big-eared baby-breasted Bosmeri bowgirl. We much preferred the sound of Buffy to, say, Bambi or Barbie.
2. As a child, her parents had difficulty keeping clothes on her. She was always running around 'in the buff', as it were. Water seemed to make matters worse. In fact she was nearly thirteen before the red-face protests of her archery master, Daenlin, finally convinced her to be more discrete and not drop her clothes to go swimming in every stream they encountered while hunting. To this day, she pleads guilty to the refrain, 'Tequila Water makes her clothes fall off' - particularly near any waterfall.
3. At the precise moment of sunrise that marked her birth, Buffy was touched by Azura's hand of fate as a Child of Dawn. Although she does not embrace the role, she is indeed one of few women with special abilities to help kill vampires. She is a Slayer, and her bow is so named. The influence of another Buffy with a vampire problem is inescapable.
4. In naming her Buffy, I felt it would be rather tongue-in-cheek and prevent me from taking her too seriously. In that regard. . . I fear I have failed miserably.

KC- Thank you. Using a duo to close the gate at Kvatch is certainly a path less traveled, and I hope you will enjoy their preparations and attempt. I do feel as if Buffy has gradually evolved to fully reflect her mixed heritage. I had fun writing Batul (as I do with any orc) and am glad you enjoyed her! I’m so looking forward to seeing some moving pictures of Aravi in her new northern homeland!

Zalphon- Keep writing? With the wonderful encouragement of writers such as yourself, I certainly will!

“Now you know how we eat when your bow is not supplying us with venison.”

“That buck certainly didn’t last long,” I replied. As Savlian lifted the flap to his tent, we slipped inside. I lit his oil lamp with a fingertip then stowed Slayer and my quiver in the weapons rack. “Weedum-Ja can make potato soup and bread seem like a treat though.”

Savlian racked his sword and shield. After holding a chair for me, he pulled the other one close and straddled it. “Her Wolf’s Head Tavern was as fine as any in Cyrodiil before the invasion. Speaking of cooking, did you make the poisons you wanted to this afternoon?”

“Yes, the guild tent has a fine set of alchemy equipment thanks to the kindness of our Anvil chapter.” I pointed to an unstrung staff in the weapons rack. “I see you found your old bow?”

He grinned. “I did, but my old hemp bowstring was so old that it snapped when I tried to fit it.”

I smiled. “I can help you there. In the morning, I’ll string it with silk for you. It’ll be harder on your fingers, but stronger and does not stretch – even when wet.”

“I’ll likely need some practice shooting as well. Hopefully, we can return from our expedition with some fresh venison for Weedum-Ja.”

“This talk of hunting reminds me,” I said, “what kind of Daedra are coming from the gate now besides the scamp I saw yesterday?”

“Flame atronachs,” replied Savlian, “and clannfears of course.”

I gulped. “Of course. I guess we can expect the conjurers at Fort Agarctova to summon all those. The texts I’ve read on Daedra describe many more varieties. I’ve tried to memorize what I know about each in case we encounter them.”

“Those damn conjurers are also potent spellcasters,” said Savlian. “Thankfully we won’t have to contend with mages inside the Oblivion Gate.” He then smiled and added, “Well, except for you.”

“I’m afraid we likely will, Savlian. If Mehrunes Dagon’s Deadlands are similar to Peryite’s Pits – and I believe they are – we should expect to encounter Dremora inside the gate.”

“Dremora?” A finger reached up and slipped under the black band to scratch his head.

“They’re humanoid in form,” I said, “intelligent and capable of speech. I suspect they help to control the Daedra somewhat like the conjurers do. Some of them are warriors, distinguishable by their heavy armor, but there are also Dremora mages who wear black robes.”

“Just great,” Savlian remarked grimly. “I guess clearing a conjurer lair will be better training than I had imagined.”

Our conversation turned more to specific tactics and discussing ways of safely working together. I had ample opportunity to share more of what I had learned about Daedra hunting.

“Frankly, I’m stunned,” said Savlian. “How do you survive? Given how. . . fragile you are and that you don’t use a blade. What do you do if cornered?”

“Well,” I replied, “between my detect life rings, bow and casting illusions, I can usually avoid surprises. But if caught off guard up close, I do have a couple panic responses that have saved me on several occasions.”

“Such as?”

I rose to my feet. Savlian did as well. I looked at him mischievously while spiking a fist into the air. As I disappeared and stepped back, fleshless bones began to emerge and assemble from the mist of my spell.

Rather than respond with surprise, Savlian moved with astonishing quickness and decisively disarmed my distraction of its axe.

From the opposite corner of the tent – next to the weapons rack - a lavender swirl of dispelling magic descended over me as I reappeared and my summon evaporated. “While invisible and my foe is distracted, I can escape or reposition to plan an attack.”

Savlian faced me then smiled. “You’re like no mage I’ve ever seen.”

I shrugged. “I’m the only mystic archer I know of. Usually, that just gets me teased, but I’m still alive.”

He took both my hands in his. “No one is going to tease you on my watch.” His face then turned quite serious. “Buffy, I need to close that gate because I’m a soldier and this city is my responsibility. But you. . . I’m still overwhelmed that you’re willing to risk your life for Kvatch.”

I blinked. You beautiful stupid man, I thought. You still don’t realize why I’m here, do you? “I won’t do it for Kvatch,” I said as I looked up into his eyes, “but I’ll do it for you, Savlian Matius.”

He crushed me to him and our lips met. As I returned his kiss, I melted willingly into his tight embrace. A hand slid up my back, between blouse and hair, then trailed over my neck before cupping the side of my face. I felt intoxicated as my head began to swirl. Both knees went limp but, as tightly as his other arm held me, I couldn’t have fallen if I tried.

His lips broke from mine to travel across my cheek. As he began to kiss one ear, tingling sensations rippled right down my spine. I heard a loud sigh escape my mouth. The sound of my pent up yearning, which had suddenly been set aflame, sobered me instantly and my mind exploded with concern. Savlian was human, not a wood elf; what must he think of a moaning forest creature? Then I remembered the thin fabric walls that surrounded us! This man was not only an officer of the Legion, but bore full command of the entire County Kvatch. Would passersby think less of him if they heard such primal noises coming from his tent? I felt myself tense up and gently tried to push him away.

Releasing his embrace, he moved both hands to my shoulders, allowing the half pace between us that I sought. I read concern in his eyes, but did I also see confusion? Disappointment? Hurt? “Buffy, what’s the mat-“

“Captain?”

In response to the familiar voice from outside the tent, Savlian lowered his hands and hoarsely said, “Enter.”

Lucilius Marcus did so. “Good evening, Milady.” His slightly reddened face made it rather clear that the noise of my passion had indeed carried beyond the thin canvas. He shifted his awkward gaze to Savlian. “Sir, you wanted to talk about arrangements during your absence?”

I spent the next hour quietly seated on the chest in the corner, while both men poured over watch schedules and other things that were no doubt important – to them. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sensations that Savlian had awakened within me. How long had I been waiting and hoping for him to kiss me? And I responded by groaning like a doe in heat? Then pushing him away in embarrassment? As I continued to pout in the corner, I couldn’t blame Savlian if he never kissed me again. After all, what man would want an elf that proclaims her passions to the whole encampment? I realized that I was blinking back tears and paying no attention to what the two Imperials were discussing.

When I stood, both men took notice and rose to their feet. “Tomorrow will be a busy day,” I said as I shouldered Slayer and my quiver. “I’m going to return to the guild for some sleep.”

“Good night, Milady.” Lucilius returned to his chair and discretely focused his attention on parchments that filled the table.

Savlian lifted the tent flap for me and we stepped out into the cool night.

He took one of my hands. “I hesitate to let you out of my sight.”

“Why is that?” I asked hopefully.

“Will you promise not to sabotage our plans by trying to slip into the Oblivion Gate without me tonight?”

“What would make you think such thoughts were in my head?”

“Other than the fact that you charged in there the last time you were here? Or that Sigrid tells me you’re an accomplished illusionist who can no doubt bypass my policy that no one enter the gate except on my orders?”

My eyes drifted down to the toe of a buckskin boot as it stirred the dirt.

Savlian continued, “Because the same thought has occurred to me, Buffy. Armed with the knowledge you have shared about the Deadlands, I was tempted to close that gate tonight while you safely sleep.”

My hand that Savlian wasn’t holding found its way to one hip and I lifted my chin defiantly. “If you die inside that gate without me, I’ll hate you forever! Promise me you won’t do that!”

“A mutual pact then?” Savlian smiled calmly into the face of my anger as he lifted an eyebrow.

“I promise,” I said. “I know our best chance to succeed and both survive is with our current plan to train together then close the gate as a team.”

“I’m glad we agree,” replied Savlian. “Let us sleep at ease then, and meet by the horses at dawn.”

I nodded, then reached up and nervously kissed him. We were interrupted by the greeting from a pair of passing soldiers before I could really assess his response. “Good night, Savlian.” I reluctantly turned and headed for the guild.

After a short trek across the encampment, I let the blue and white striped flap close behind me and dispelled the light aura that had illuminated my way.

“Good evening, Buffy.” Pelena lifted her eyes and paused her hands from organizing ingredients and cleaning alchemy equipment. She was the only mage still up.

“And to you as well,” I replied while unstringing Slayer. “Thank you again for the strong healing and dispelling potions you provided me with earlier today.” I placed my bow, quiver and pack on the battlemages’ arming table. “Do you need some help?”

“I’d love some, and the company would be most welcome. Gladius is on duty again.”

I joined the Breton in alchemical small talk while lending my hands to her tasks. Finally, she looked at me awkwardly and said, “Buffy, I’m sorry I was not very welcoming when you first arrived here. I should know better than to be jealous. I realize Gladius loves me – he’s a noble man and full of honor.”

I smiled. “He is indeed.”

“Besides, I’ve seen the way you look at Savlian Matius. I know your heart belongs to him.”

“Does it show that much?” I asked.

She nodded, then hesitantly continued. “And it’s more than that. Buffy, after I left the bath tent this evening, I happened to pass near Savlian’s tent. . . .”

My eyes opened wide and my hand stilled the cloth I was using to clean an alembric. I could feel the warm flush from below my neckline as it rose toward the tips of my troublesome ears. “Did you, um . . . ?”

She nodded again, then quickly added, “I don’t think anyone else heard you except maybe Lucilius. He was approaching Savlian’s tent at the time.”

My eyes swept the ground. “Savlian probably hates me now, knowing that I groan like a wounded forest creature when he kisses me. No wonder I’ve heard Imperials say they’d rather sleep with their horse than a wood elf.” I sighed. “Pelena, I just couldn’t help it. The stirrings he awakens within me, they-”

“They’re not forest creature noises, Buffy,” interrupted Pelena. “I’m not a wood elf of course, but Gladius calls me his little moaner.”

I stared at her, torn between surprise and relief. “But you don’t. . . I mean, I haven’t heard anything from your tent.”

She smiled. “Wait here.” After but a few moments in her sleeping tent, she emerged with a potion bottle in one hand. “This will help. Take a sip.”

I did so. “I don’t fee-“ My words were barely an audible whisper! I tried to raise my voice to no avail. Even trying to yell generated only the softest chirps and squeaks as Pelena watched in grinning amusement.

“Father marketed it to keep children quiet, but I know that many. . . enthusiastic women use it the same way I do. Just a sip can last all night – if you’re lucky enough to require that. The effect can be easily dispelled, however. Do you need some more potions for that?”

In a tiny squeak I told her I didn’t, then lifted one fist. Opening my fingers, I spilled pale lavender dispelling magic that slowly spiraled around me as it sought the ground. “Pelena?” I was relieved that my voice was back to normal.

“That bottle is almost full and I want you to have it. I can make more.” She briefly put quill to parchment, blew the ink dry and handed me a note. “Here’s the recipe. It’s not well known, but any skilled potion maker can craft it.”

I hugged my guild sister and new friend, relieved to know that I was not the only ‘moaner’.

Posted by: liliandra nadiar Dec 16 2011, 05:46 PM

Episode Two: Attack of the Insecurities.

All the things that keep bothering Buffy and only one really has any so-called merit. That being the life-span difference but she's pretty well already 'trapped' even if she can't be with him, might as well go whole hog.

And here I was thinking the title came from the movie Serenity.

Posted by: ghastley Dec 16 2011, 05:54 PM

Just don't let Buffy take any of that "quiet" potion into battle!

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 16 2011, 07:55 PM

But if caught off guard up close, I do have a couple panic responses that have saved me on several occasions.”
Remembers Vilverin. I hope she is not going to show him the wet your pants response!

You beautiful stupid man, I thought.
And how many other women have thought this same thing? It is a credit to your writing skills that you have made Buffy the same as any other woman, in spite of being made of pixels rather than flesh and blood.

And we get a little more then an Almost Kiss for the Buffster this time! And how nice of him to have heard the activities within! I see that Lucilius' timing is not quite as bad as it was. But it could still use some improvement!

I loved Buffy's self-conscious churnings while Sav and Luke went over the details. All quite natural to feel, under the circumstances. It is a lot easier to have a lover when you have some privacy! At least she got a good night kiss out of him, in public no less. That will at least help with things in the future, as now she and the Captain are no longer putting on any pretenses about not being an item.

No wonder I’ve heard Imperials say they’d rather sleep with their horse than a wood elf.
Oh there it is again! How brilliant of you to dredge up this - at the time seemingly random and insignificant - bit of racism and throw it right back into Buffy's mind. Poor elf!

And such a brilliant potion of Pelena's! I bet a lot of married men would love to use that on their wives when they are trying to watch football!

I remember http://youtu.be/ZGoWtY_h4xo alright. Outstanding song. It was huge when it came out, and has been in every wedding I have been to since.

Posted by: Grits Dec 16 2011, 09:55 PM

This was a pure joy to read. Every one of Buffy’s emotions rang true for me, and by the end I felt like I’d received the confidences of a dear friend.

My hand that Savlian wasn’t holding found its way to one hip and I lifted my chin defiantly. “If you die inside that gate without me, I’ll hate you forever! Promise me you won’t do that!”
In an episode that I would like to quote from start to finish, I had to pull out this very Buffy moment.

“A mutual pact then?” Savlian smiled calmly into the face of my anger as he lifted an eyebrow.
All right, and the one that immediately followed. Savlian really shines throughout, but his calm response to Buffy being Buffy warms the heart.

Also, Pelena's more peaceful passion potion had me laughing out loud. What a good friend she has turned out to be!

Posted by: mALX Dec 17 2011, 04:06 AM

ROFL !! That was my favorite quote, lol. Awesome chapter!

Posted by: McBadgere Dec 17 2011, 07:52 AM

D'yknow Everything I do is the longest running Number 1 single of all time in Britain?...18 weeks I think it was...*Shudder*...Prefered Can't Stop This Thing We've Started meself... ...

Aaamywho...Loved this chapter...Moist...*Cough*...Most excellent...*Plink-Plink*... ...

Blimey, at this rate, the only place they'll get some peace is in the gate... ...

Excellent write...*applauds*...

Nice one!... ...

Posted by: Captain Hammer Dec 18 2011, 10:19 AM

Okay, I am caught up.

Gotta say, impressed with the detail work. Between the custom enchantments the battlemages use, the extra-curricular potions and spells you've added for everyday use (and those canvas-thin tent walls ) and how the Kvatch survivors have come together, you've truly added a lot to the game.

Really glad to see Buffy and Savlian open up to each other. I do hate it when two people simply can't seem to admit to each other simple truth. Too bad TV writers don't seem to appreciate that. Plenty of good shows made all the worse for that.

Posted by: King Coin Dec 18 2011, 09:58 PM

“Just great,” Savlian remarked grimly. “I guess clearing a conjurer lair will be better training than I had imagined.”
Unfortunately. Don’t fear the mages so much though. Robes are very poor at keeping out sharp objects.

Whoa! Surprise from Matius! Maybe it’s time for them to get out of the tent city eh? Oh they do have a convenient training exercise planned…

I think if I were Marcus I’d have just kept walking.

Love the potion at the end.

Posted by: Tábrasa Dec 20 2011, 07:04 PM

Now I've studied the summary I can comment on the most recent posts without getting confused! YAY! (although I do plan to read the rest of the book, too, I assure you!)

I absoloutly loved this chapter from start to finished. Buffy's little insecurities when it comes to Savilus are so endearing, they make her very real and adds to the character.

I also couldn't help but love the way you described Buffy's mid combat 'panic button'. As well as being well written, what a genius little mind Buffy has! Tara would never whink that quickly

I loved this: Savlian probably hates me now, knowing that I groan like a wounded forest creature when he kisses me. Such a girly thing to worry about! Well... not any girls I know, but I'm sure it is for the Bosmers of Tamriel

Great Write! Eager for more!

Posted by: Acadian Dec 23 2011, 02:36 PM

During Episode 143, Savlian and Buffy spent the evening continuing training preparations for the following morning’s departure to Fort Agarctova. At one point, Savlian passionately took Buffy into his arms. The elf responded to having her ear kissed with a loud involuntary sigh. Distracted by the thin canvas that surrounded them, and how her vocalizations might be perceived, she awkwardly ruined the moment. Before they could discuss the matter, they were further interrupted by Lucilius. Frustrated, Buffy returned to her guild for the night, agreeing to meet Savlian by the horses in the morning. When the subject of Buffy’s ‘forest creature’ noises came up with Pelena, the alchemist offered some quiet help.

liliandra nadiar- Thank you! Yes, Buffy has pondered the life span difference a couple times, most directly with Acadian before leaving Bravil after the Tournament. She has quietly resolved that despite the consequences, if given the chance, she will dance. It will be Savlian who actually brings it up as a concern later.

ghastley- ‘Quiet potion’. I like it almost as much as Grits’ ‘peaceful passion potion’, but Buffy will probably call it, ‘Pelena’s little moaner potion’. Not to be confused with the game’s very different and inaccurately labeled effect called ‘silence’. Since that game effect does not prevent speech, and no speech is required to cast spells, we refer to it as cursing one’s magic in BF. We’ll see that curse magic effect in use more than once at Fort Agarctova.

SubRosa- Thank you for drawing attention to so much from this past episode, including how different Buffy’s internal thoughts can be from the words that spill from her mouth. I just happen to have a http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVfrGdh-vb8 from Robin Hood Prince of Thieves, that features both Lucilius’ ‘He fancies you milady’ and Buffy’s ‘I’ll do it for you’ lines.

Grits- What a beautiful endorsement of Buffy’s swirling emotions you provided! Thank you! As you can probably tell, I’m getting quite attached to the budding couple.

mALX- Hee! Leave it to the marvelously mischievous minxish mALX to hone right in on our attempt at some humor from the boudoir. Thank you!

McBadgere- Thank you! Yes, they desperately need a little privacy if things are going to bloom. Savlian’s war camp is one hell of a place for a courtship.

Captain Hammer- Thank you. What is so fun for me here is that while Buffy’s bubbling emotions are literally an open book to the reader, she is still largely guessing what her mysterious man-creature is thinking and is rather ill-equipped to understand him.

King Coin- Yes, they need to get away from smoke and canvas for a time. Lucilius’ timing is getting better, but he has a ways to go.

Tabrasa- Thank you! I’m so glad our Executive Summary Thread was of some help. Buffy has some brilliant tactics, but they are all preplanned responses that have been practiced and drilled into her by instructors such as Boderi Farano. That’s how she compensates for her natural inability to react well or quickly to surprises. When truly caught off guard up close in combat, she tends to freeze up, cast the wrong spell or pee her greaves. She’ll elaborate a bit on her close combat limitations in this next episode.

Laden with bedroll and traveling supplies, I paused when the stable area came into view to savor the first streams of sunshine as they spilled over the eastern horizon. I could see that Superian and Raxle were both saddled – a task no doubt completed by Bolden before the dear Redguard had gone to breakfast.

Savlian was with the horses, lashing provisions and equipment to Raxle’s saddle. I could see the Imperial wore an oddly colored surcoat over his mail. It was a mottled pattern of grays and greens, broken by branch-like trails of brown and indistinct shadows as dark as his headband. The white background of his Kvatch shield had been similarly subdued. A leather guige secured the steel disc to his back, where it was joined by a quiver and unstrung bow. A Legion arming sword rode at one hip while a dagger adorned the other. Mail greaves descended into leather boots, but he wore no gauntlets.

My own tan greaves and boots - both of buckskin - were topped by a cuirass of loam-colored leather scales. Slayer was fully charged and my quiver was full.

Neither Savlian nor the horses had taken note of my approach, so I just watched with a smile. Superian was quite curious at the activity, nudging Savlian and nosing into Raxle’s saddlebags while blowing small clouds of fog into the cool, still air. She willingly accepted some gentle rubs on the forehead. “There’s something about him, isn’t there, girl?” I whispered.

As I stepped closer, I sang out, “Good morning, everyone.” Superian perked her ears and nickered affectionately.

Savlian turned and smiled. “You’re as lovely as your mare this morning.”

“I see you’ve met.” I giggled then added, “She and I have the same ears.”

“A beautiful feature on both of you.”

I almost stopped in my tracks at the serious response to my joke. His gentle expression was earnest. Despite how much trouble my big ears had caused the previous evening, he liked them! As I approached, he relieved me of my burden. “Thank you, Savlian.” I reached over to pat the neck of the old gelding, Raxle, then finally gave my mare a hug. “Good morning, precious girl.”

After we finished loading the horses, I dug a length of silk from my pack. “Let me have your bow.”

Savlian unshouldered the staff and presented it to me.

I slipped one loop of the bowstring over the upper ear so it could slide down the limb. I then fitted the lower loop to the other ear and planted that end of the bow on the ground against the outside of my right boot. Leaning the staff to my left, I slipped my free foot between it and the loose string, then braced the belly of the bow against the back of my left leg. With both hands, I bent the top of the upper limb to my right until able to slide and fit the upper loop of the bowstring to its ear. “Here.”

“You make it look easy,” said Savlian as he returned the bow to his back.

“My archery master taught me techniques that don’t require much strength and I’ve had plenty of practice.” I then unrolled my map against Superian’s shoulder. “So where exactly is Fort Agarctova?”

Savlian studied the well-annotated sheet of doeskin, then touched a finger to the southern end of a bluff that overlooked the Strid River. “You’re the scout and equestrienne. What’s the best way there by horse?”

“Let’s stay on the high ground,” I replied. “We can drop into one of the ravines when our waterskins get light or the animals need to drink.”

We mounted the horses, then let them pick their way directly down the southern face of the encampment’s plateau until we reached the Gold Road.

I slipped on my rings and let the initial flourish of pink from Savlian and both horses subside. “These are enchanted with detect life and enable me to both travel safely and be an effective scout. Their range combines to several hundred feet and I can alert us to danger before we are seen.”

“Don’t you find the effect to be disorienting?” asked Savlian.

“There was a time when at this distance, you would have just been a glowing human shape to me. After staring at the pink aura swirling around Superian for countless hours, however, I’ve gotten used to it. Even with these rings on, I can read the subtle movements of her ears.” I looked at Savlian. “And I can see that you’re returning my smile.”

After a short time traveling east along the road, we identified and began working our way south atop the broad ridgeline that led toward Fort Agarctova.

“What is it?” said Savlian quietly as I drew Superian to a stop and held up one hand.

“Bear, with two cubs. She’s beyond that stand of trees ahead and crossing the ridgeline from left to right. If we wait a few minutes, she’ll probably lead her cubs down into the next ravine in search of berries, water or fish.”

My assessment regarding the pink glows and their actions proved correct.

After another hour or so of travel we began to more frequently catch glimpses of the Strid River and emerald forests beyond. Savlian handed me some of the flatbread that Weedum-Ja had packed for us as he told me more about Kvatch before the Daedra invaded. Despite the bittersweet nature of his memories, I loved listening to him. In fact, as we passed a waterskin between us, I couldn’t recall a happier time than riding alongside this man.

A large glow appeared at the edge of my detect life range and we stopped on my signal. I slid to the ground and pointed toward the life form. “I don’t know what it is.” My left hand sought Slayer while my right drew an arrow and set the tail to silk.

Savlian dismounted as well. “I don’t see any movement out there.”

I pulled some tension on my bowstring and focused on the glow, causing much of the distance to evaporate. As the unfamiliar beast snapped into sharp focus, I sucked in my breath. “The head of a bull, complete with horns. Like a muscular man covered in fur, it stands upright and carries a warhammer in one hand. Two bovine legs that end in hooves.” I quivered my arrow and looked up at Savlian, mystified.

“Minotaur,” he said. “They’re plant eaters, but fiercely territorial and highly aggressive. Sometimes they’ll kill for no apparent reason other than pleasure. This beast will not move on like that mother bear did. We can waste a lot of time crossing to the next ridgeline to avoid it, but I’d rather commence our training right now. Otherwise, we’ll have to deal with it again on our return trip.”

“I will kill it from here.”

He lifted an eyebrow, but nodded and unshouldered his bow. “If it charges, I should be able to get a couple arrows off before switching to blade. If it gets close, you’ll step behind me. Its first strike will be a head butt. I’ll block that to one side, then finish by blade.”

I tossed a small handful of dirt into the air to read the breeze. “Hopefully, it’ll never see us.” The poison I selected was crafted from ectoplasm, fly amanita and green stain cup. That mixture had been brewed with just enough water to provide the perfect viscosity for arrow use. It combined the jolt of shock magic with fungal toxins and had been carefully prepared with quality equipment to act quickly. I applied it to the tip of a broadhead arrow and set my deadly missile to the nock.

Once again, I drew the bullish creature into sharp focus. I adjusted the arrow’s tip slightly into the gentle cross breeze, then elevated it well above the target as I verified that no intervening branches would block the arc of my shot. Halfway through an exhalation, I paused. Satisfied with the final aim point, I fully drew the feathered tail to my ear and loosed. Immediately nocking a second arrow, I pulled the monster back into view and waited.

After the eternity of but a few seconds, I was rewarded to see the creature stagger as my feathered shaft blossomed at a sharp angle from its upper chest. Its mouth opened in a silent bellow of rage as the green tinge of poison quickly spread over bovine features. Slayer’s enchantment caused sparks to arc and dance over the furry body. Making no attempt to remove my protruding arrow, the minotaur raised its warhammer defensively and circled a short distance in search of its attacker. Soon, the monster gave up its futile effort and stood still. Even after my silent count for the poison to run its course was complete, the beast remained on its feet. I loosed a second arrow. While my missile flew its high arc, I nocked a third and once again pulled the target into clear view. And waited.

The song of Azura’s Star announced the second arrow’s impact, even as its shaft sprouted from the minotaur’s upper back and the creature was driven to the ground. “We can proceed now.” I returned the third arrow to my quiver.

We rode to where the creature had fallen. As Savlian helped cut my arrows free, I was stunned by the size of the beast. It was bigger than a troll, nearly the size of an ogre.

“That was some amazing shooting, my elven scout.”

“Are you glad you brought me?” I asked, glowing at his praise as I wiped down the one arrow that was undamaged before quivering it.

“I certainly am,” he replied. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you’re a sniper.”

“Striking from hidden shadows and long range is how I have to fight. I’m not only fragile, but I lack the ability to think or react quickly in close combat. When traveling with Superian, her stunning speed can carry me to safety. Without her, my normal response is to disappear as you saw me demonstrate in your tent. I won’t do that if you are near however, for despite my skittishness I will not abandon you in a fight. I must rely on you to protect me if things get close.”

We continued south.

After I reported numerous deer glowing in the distance, Savlian reminded us to try and take a couple for Weedum-Ja during our return trip. As we rode, the Imperial was quite understanding while I shared some of the hunting philosophy that Daenlin had instilled in me. In fact, he seemed very comfortable among the trees. I attributed that to his first tour of duty as a forester for the Legion.

The shape of the distant glow was familiar as my raised hand brought us to yet another stop. “Lion, and it’s slowly headed our way.” We both dismounted. “Savlian, if it gets too close, I’d like to try and frighten it away with a spell. I know it sounds silly, but I avoid killing wolves, bears or lions unless I have to.” Feeling the need to elaborate, I continued, “Remember when we briefly talked about my friend Alawen?”

“Aye, Anvil’s ranger has been very helpful to us in keeping the road between Kvatch and the coast free of bandits.”

“As a child, Alawen survived being marked by a lion and can move freely among them now. Another elf I know named Teresa healed a mother bear that had been mauled by trolls near Bravil. My archery master, Daenlin, can pass unmolested among wolves. The Bosmer within me understands the kinship to forest predators, but my human blood will never allow me to fully be like those other elves. Ironically, it is the Breton part of my nature that has helped me master the magic of illusion and thereby achieve some degree of peace with creatures of the forest.”

“I don’t find your views silly at all, and no lion is going to get through me to either you or the horses.” Savlian’s blade slid reassuringly from its scabbard, then the Kvatch shield found its way to his other hand. “We’ll try your spell first though.”

As we quietly waited, the glow grew closer until a lioness emerged from the tall grass and stopped no more than twenty five paces from us. I knew she could cover the distance in a mere second or two.

My right hand was pulsing with a restrained emerald glow. From behind me, I heard Superian snort and the sound of either she or Raxle nervously pawing the ground. The look of determination on my protector’s face matched the cool steel of his ready blade.

The lioness showed no sign of being intimidated by her audience. Nor did she crouch, flatten her ears or display any indications heralding a charge. She simply stared intently at Savlian.

After several moments, her posture had not changed. I smiled. Somehow, I knew the lioness recognized that the man at my side had a heart that rivaled her own. The tip of her tail flicked once as she turned to continue her travels, I gently said, “Go in peace, sister.”

Posted by: mALX Dec 23 2011, 04:30 PM

I loved that meeting with the lioness! Also, Buffy's musings on Teresa/Alawen/Daenlin's pacts with different animal species - very nice little crossover there !! Awesome Write !!

Posted by: King Coin Dec 23 2011, 05:02 PM

Oh I love the surcoat that Savlian no doubt dug out of storage.

“She and I have the same ears.”

“A beautiful feature on both of you.”
I agree with Savlian.

I’m loving the trip along the Gold Road with Savlian!

Two arrows for that minotaur. Buffy at her finest! Now that she’s demonstrated her ability, I would like to see Savlian’s.

That was such a neat encounter with the lion.

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 23 2011, 07:53 PM

Buffy and Superian have their shared ears on. And Savlian loves them both! Now that was definitely the right thing to say at that moment. If he had made a joke in response to Buffy's own joke, that probably would have lingered in the back of her mind forever.

And Buffy also has her radar on too, and is using it quite effectively. No foo fighters on her screen. The mama bear and cubs were a good addition, not only showing us her detect life in action, but also revealing that the rest of the world goes on as normal, in spite of their mission.

I couldn’t recall a happier time than riding alongside this man.
Awww

A minotaur! Buffy's first too I see. I loved Sav's description of it. For herbivores, they are awfully aggressive. I put it down to having a zillion gallons of testosterone. It survived the first arrow. That is saying quite a bit for one of Buffy's shots. But not two I see.

Another elf I know named Teresa healed a mother bear that had been mauled by trolls near Bravil.
She sounds like a cool chick!

Finally, a tense encounter with the lioness! I was literally holding my breath waiting to see what would happen next. Phew! Thank goodness she was not in the mood for a fight, or a meal, and walked on.

Posted by: Grits Dec 24 2011, 03:57 AM

I enjoyed seeing Buffy and Savlian so comfortable together in the woods, facing the various situations that confronted them.

Buffy’s use of the zoom and the green poison bloom work so naturally in her story. I love that she lives in the same Cyrodiil that is so recognizable from the game.

“I don’t find your views silly at all, and no lion is going to get through me to either you or the horses.” Savlian’s blade slid reassuringly from its scabbard, then the Kvatch shield found its way to his other hand. “We’ll try your spell first though.”

That’s so Savlian. He really has come to vivid life.

Posted by: McBadgere Dec 24 2011, 06:24 AM

I second that about it being cool that your Cyrodiil is the one from the game...It's brilliant... ...

Loved this chapter...I really felt the journey's passing...Fantastic write...

And, like everyone, I loved that bit at the end with the Lioness...Most excellent...

Oh, and those rings are sooo cool... ...

Posted by: Acadian Dec 30 2011, 02:59 PM

Buffy and Savlian left Kvatch en route to Fort Agarctova in Episode 144. Their hope is that clearing a troublesome conjurer gang from the fort together will help forge them into a team that can successfully close the Kvatch Oblivion Gate – a prerequisite to freeing the city. While riding south, they talked about a variety of topics, dealt with several animal encounters and continued to discover more of each other. Fort Agarctova is an invention of Buffy Fiction and is southeast of Kvatch.

mALX- Thank you for your kind words on our forest/animal observations. It seems Savlian has an appreciation for forest creatures - like wood elves. The mentions of Alawen, Teresa and Daenlin were to show contrast with Buffy’s mixed heritage and the irony that her Bretonic magical blood is what provides the tools to apply her Bosmeri instincts.

KC- Thank you. Yup, Savlian certainly said the right thing about the elf’s ears! So glad you enjoyed the lion encounter. Like you, I look forward to seeing some of Savlian’s abilities - first blood coming up.

SubRosa- As you can see, the Legend of Button and the Bear has left a lasting impact on Buffy and her thinking. I’m so glad I could convey some of what I intended with the lioness encounter. As you have many times pointed out, suspense does not always have to culminate with a fight.

Grits- We all walk our own tightrope regarding how much ‘gaminess’ to keep in our stories. My intent has always been to provide a comfortable feeling of familiarity to those who play Oblivion. Thank you so much for your kind words in this regard. In this next episode, for example, Buffy tries to explain to Savlian why she can’t use her detect life to tell him what is inside Fort Agarctova before they open the door. I thank you also for sharing some of the growing passion that Buffy and I have for her heroic but imperfect Imperial.

McBadgere- The sense that their journey south showed the passage of time – thank you for noting that. Among the snips of their day, that is what I was trying to show. As Buffy readily told Savlian, her pair of detect life rings are essential to how she does business. They are a huge part of why Buffy and Superian are still alive. Honestly, the only equipment she really needs is Slayer, those rings and Azura’s Star. Everything else, she could drop by the nearest waterfall.

As we continued south, the western horizon gradually drew the sun into its grasp.

By the time the crumbling walls of Fort Agarctova came into view, they were illuminated by Masser, Secunda and a host of twinkling stars. The upper structures were largely in ruins. I knew however, that many of these old outposts boasted catacombs beneath that remained viable as lairs for a variety of secretive occupants.

We stopped and dismounted. I pointed toward the fort and said quietly, “I see the glow of one man or mer.” Gesturing at a nearby rock formation, I added, “If I take to that high perch, I think I can both verify my target and get a clean shot.”

Savlian shook his head. “I am an officer of the Legion and will offer this sentry the opportunity to surrender the fort.”

I blinked at him, then whispered, “Are you-” the word ‘daft’ came to mind, but I settled for something more tactful, “-sure?”

He met my gaze with eyes that did not invite disagreement, then nodded once.

I recalled Ranger Alawen insisting on the same need to declare herself when we long ago approached a camp of smugglers. “You’re in charge,” I said dubiously. “I’ll try to support you with bow and magic.”

“Call your shots or spells if it comes to that - like we briefed in my tent.”

Savlian equipped his shield, then quietly drew steel as Slayer found its way to my hand. We crept forward using the night’s shadows to get within twenty paces of the blue-robed conjurer. Savlian stood upright. I rose from my crouch as well, hoping the sudden appearance of both of us would intimidate the sentry.

“Surrender in the name of the Imperial Legion!”

As the Altmer wheeled around to face us, she snarled, “A human and lesser elf on this sacred ground? You’ll both die!”

That was all I needed to hear. I quietly warned, “Casting,” and a full load of emerald magic swirled from my hand.

“Fools!” she cried. My spell struck before her fist spiked the air, and no magic erupted as she opened her fingers. She stared at her hand for a moment in apparent bewilderment, then drew a dagger and advanced menacingly.

I was astonished. How much hatred filled this Altmer? Stripped of her magic by my spell, and equipped with only robes and a dagger, she intended to take on the Legion soldier who had stepped in front of me!

Reminiscent of the tactics I had seen employed by Gladius Maro and Sir Mazoga, Savlian’s shield swept the conjurer’s blade aside. He then stepped back and slashed once, the tip of his blade opening the elf’s midsection. The Altmer dropped her weapon and fell, clutching at the wound in an attempt to contain her entrails.

Savlian quickly knelt by the dying elf and lowered both sword and shield to the ground. He clamped one hand over the mage’s face to steady it, drew his dagger and drove it powerfully up under her chin. The high elf’s groans and ragged breathing instantly ceased. “I presume you speak for your entire clan.” He wiped both blades on the conjuror’s robes, gathered his shield then stood. “I’ll offer no further warning or quarter here.”

Noting the numerous skulls mounted on stakes that flanked the door to the fort, I vigorously nodded my agreement.

We returned to the horses and led them behind the ruins, where hopefully they would not be spotted by any returning conjurers. After stripping off their tack and our camping supplies into a pile, we left the animals untethered so they could run if attacked. Then we returned to the dead sentry and made preparations to enter the fort. As I attached a pair of small yarn tassels to Slayer’s bowstring near the ears - like Aradroth had taught me - I explained how effectively they reduced the powerful bow’s noise.

He gestured toward the heavy door. “Can you see life signs inside?”

“Not into buildings from the outside, or even differing levels of the same structure.” Shrugging my shoulders, I added, “I don’t exactly know why that is. Given the sentry though, I doubt the fort is abandoned.”

No sooner had we slipped inside, when the pink glow of a clannfear grew large. Savlian immediately pulled me behind him and silently held his blade at the ready.

Although it sniffed the air suspiciously, the Daedra did not seem to detect our nearness. Savlian crept behind the clannfear and delivered a mighty thrust just to one side of its spine.

As the soldier yanked his blade free, the heavily wounded creature not only survived, but wheeled to retaliate. I grabbed its now exposed tail and discharged illusion magic. The clannfear fell limply to the ground. Before the beast of my nightmares could recover from being paralyzed, a thrust delivered behind the armored head extinguished its glow.

“Welcome to Fort Agarctova,” Savlian said grimly. Before I could reach out to heal him, he had downed a potion to counter the damage reflected by the clannfear.

“I’m your healer, and I use spells to do so,” I admonished. “Because of that, we didn’t bring very many healing potions. Save them in case I can’t get to you or am unable to cast spells.”

Savlian looked at me for a moment, then gave me a crooked smile and small nod.

A single passageway loomed ahead of us. I could feel a slight movement to the cool, damp air indicating the existence of ventilation ports to the surface. Nevertheless, the faint odor of decaying flesh hung distastefully. Gray stone walls were periodically punctuated by dimly flickering sconces.

The closest glow was humanoid. We silently glided toward it like a pair of ghosts until entering a large room that hosted the single conjurer. The Altmer was illuminated by a pair of hanging lanterns, yet remained unaware of us. To my horror, I could see that he was transferring the skulls of men or mer from a large basket to join the countless ones already on shelves that lined the walls of the chamber.

Just as I released Slayer’s bowstring, the blue robe moved. My arrow buried itself noisily into the eye socket of a skull, knocking numerous others to the stone floor.

“What have we here?” hissed the gold-skinned tall elf as he wheeled to face us. “Come to surrender your souls to Molag Bal?” From the lavender disc of magicka he tossed into the air, a flame atronach descended.

I responded with a mysticism spell. As it struck the conjurer, his summon evaporated.

“How dare you throw your puny magicks at me, leaf licker!” he scowled while spiking a green glowing hand toward me.

My leap to the side was too slow and, as the spell struck, I felt the link to my magic sever. One hand dove into an outer compartment of my pack for a potion.

As I tossed my head back and downed a vial of Sigrid’s powerful dispelling elixir, the comfort and confidence of having magic at the ready returned. I also saw that my protector had stepped between me and the Altmer.

“Die, Imperial dog!” rang the shrill voice of the blue robe as he filled the air to his side with another lavender disc and drew a dagger.

Ignoring the flame atronach beginning to form, Savlian charged the conjurer and shield-swept the dagger aside. The soldier did not open the distance for a slash this time; rather, he pressed the attack with a powerful thrust.

Everything stopped for a moment as the Altmer’s eyes opened wide, staring down at the Legion steel that had impaled him. His expression briefly seemed to be one of disbelief before fading to an empty, glassy stare. The conjurer’s summon vanished as Savlian pulled his blade free and the elf collapsed. A pool of blood was quickly growing on the stone floor. Savlian turned to me and his eyes quickly swept from buckskin boots up to Bosmeri ears. “Are you injured? You look pale.”

I restrained my queasy stomach to a quiet burp before I replied, “I told you I don’t do so well at close range.”

“Your hands are trembling,” he pointed out before wiping his blade on a blood-free area of the elf’s robe.

I looked down to see he was right. “It terrifies me to be cut off from my mystical energy, and that conjurer cursed my magic. The only way to recover, aside from waiting for the effect to expire, is to dispel it with a scroll or potion. Being a mage without magic is a very traumatic and helpless feeling. I used the same type of spell against that sentry outside the fort to disable her magic – hoping she would surrender.”

“I cannot imagine surviving without blade, shield and mail. You’re quite brave to do what you do.” He studied me for a moment. “I shall serve as your steel.”

“I know you will, Savlian.”

Posted by: McBadgere Dec 30 2011, 03:14 PM

Most excellent!!!...

Loved it... ...

I loved the idea that he's have to stand and declare himself first...Like they do on TV "F.B.I. Stand down!!!" sort of thing...Excellent!!... ...

Brilliantness!!...As for these here..

*Winces*...Ouchie!!...Well, briefly at least... ...

And...



Awwwww!!...Bless...Tha's lovely that is... ...

Nice one!... ...

Posted by: mALX Dec 30 2011, 04:57 PM

I love the shock on the conjurer's faces at the sight of a Legion in their midst taking them down - great touch !!! My fave line has already been quoted but bears repeating:

Awesome Write !!!

Posted by: ghastley Dec 30 2011, 05:23 PM

Very much the equivalent of being attacked by a will-o-the-wisp while equipped with only a steel longsword.

Posted by: liliandra nadiar Dec 30 2011, 05:56 PM

Woo. Ending the year with style.

the Legend of Button and the Bear
That sounds like the title of a childrens story released by Black Horse Press.

Stripped of her magic by my spell, and equipped with only robes and a dagger, she intended to take on the Legion soldier who had stepped in front of me!
No one's told Buffy of the AI that dosen't concider equipment I see.

He gestured toward the heavy door. “Can you see life signs inside?”

“Not into buildings from the outside, or even differing levels of the same structure.” Shrugging my shoulders, I added, “I don’t exactly know why that is.
And more poking fun at game limitations. Love it.

“How dare you throw your puny magicks at me, leaf licker!”
No, no, Teresa's the leaf licker. Buffy's the branch swallower.

Awesome introduction to the fort and it's cheerful and friendly inhabitants. I second the appriciation of the last couple of lines in the chapter.

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 30 2011, 09:02 PM

“I am an officer of the Legion and will offer this sentry the opportunity to surrender the fort.”
I liked this, becuase it is not just a hokey sense of fair play. Savlian is a lawman, and this is part of his rules of engagement. If not, he'd be a tyrant, rather than a protector of the people.

Noting the numerous skulls mounted on stakes that flanked the door to the fort, I vigorously nodded my agreement.
Me three!

So into the fort with the tongue-twisting Celtic name. One clannfear down without too much fuss. Now it is another Altmer with his shiny new skull toys. Got to love these folks. Oh, and he moved just as Buffy fired! That always drives me nuts in the game. At least now we know that they are worshipers of Molag's Balls.

...leaf licker!”
I have to remember that one!

Now Buffy is the one to be silenced. The hand is on the other foot now! But thankfully she has Savlian with her, and those potions. Buffy's admission that being severed from her magic was spot on. The worst thing that can happen to any mage.

Posted by: Grits Dec 30 2011, 09:58 PM

I blinked at him, then whispered, “Are you-” the word ‘daft’ came to mind, but I settled for something more tactful, “-sure?”


Savlian stood upright. I rose from my crouch as well, hoping the sudden appearance of both of us would intimidate the sentry.
That must have been very difficult for Buffy to do. Only for Savlian!

As the soldier yanked his blade free, the heavily wounded creature not only survived, but wheeled to retaliate. I grabbed its now exposed tail and discharged illusion magic.
First standing up and announcing her position, now grabbing a clannfear by the tail?!

My leap to the side was too slow and, as the spell struck, I felt the link to my magic sever. One hand dove into an outer compartment of my pack for a potion.
This has turned into a tour of Buffy’s worst nightmares, but she has responded beautifully to the pressure!

I restrained my queasy stomach to a quiet burp before I replied, “I told you I don’t do so well at close range.”
Well, I think she was magnificent at close range. Savlian’s professionalism was inspiring. They make a very strong team. I especially like the respect that they show one another. These two are a joy to see in action!

Posted by: King Coin Jan 3 2012, 10:26 PM

This chapter starts immediately wonderful! The description of the fort under the moons set the scene beautifully in my mind.

I blinked at him, then whispered, “Are you-” the word ‘daft’ came to mind, but I settled for something more tactful, “-sure?”

I’m glad Aravi doesn’t feel the need to announce her presence anymore.

Now that Altmer was daft… Easy prey for the lion of Kvatch. Wait, is that Jerric’s title?

Just inside, they are learning to work together well.

Good idea, affiliating the conjurers to a daedric lord.

For a second I thought the brutal close range work of Savlian’s sword that made Buffy queasy. It was actually from being silenced!

Posted by: Acadian Jan 6 2012, 02:44 PM

In Episode 145, Savlian and Buffy arrived at Fort Agarctova. The single conjurer on sentry duty refused to surrender and was killed by magic and blade. Our duo under training then entered the fort. As they began their gruesome task of clearing conjurers and Daedra, they continued to learn from, and adjust to, each other. They will spend the next two episodes inside this fort.

McBadgere- Thank you! Buffy long ago realized that she doesn’t have the stones to declare herself and survive. She’s not proud of it, but she is definitely a devotee of what she calls the ‘cowardly preemptive strike from shadows’. Savlian’s world of in-your-face honor and blood is some real culture shock for her.

mALX- Thank you for quoting what I hoped would be a powerful line. Buffy has always been drawn to chivalry and heroes clad in steel. This is likely a matter of opposites attract, but Savlian’s statement certainly pulled her heart closer to him.

ghastley- I think comparing a ‘silenced’ mage to a warrior trying to fight a will-o-the-wisp using a steel sword is an excellent analogy.

liliandra nadiar- Thanks for noting the curious effect of loading screens on detect life; Buffy shrugging her shoulders was the best explanation we could provide. Lol on the leaf licker!

SubRosa- Thanks for endorsing Savlian’s duty to declare himself – at least to the first conjurer. I like how that draws a sharp distinction between characters like Savlian/Alawen vs Buffy. Hey, I stole ‘bark biter’ from you and would be honored to see ‘leaf licker’ appear in TF. I agree that when we portray enemy mages who are smart enough to use silence, detect life or dispel, those squishy robe wearers can become terrifying for characters like Buffy or Teresa. I hope you will enjoy a couple minor mysteries regarding its occupants that we have tried to weave into Fort Agarctova.

Grits- Hee! Buffy was smart enough to think that Savlian was daft for declaring himself, but not dumb enough to call him on it to his face. I was focused so much here on trying to develop Savlian, that it quite escaped me how right you are to point out that little Buffy required some courage to do a couple of the things she did. Thank you so much. Thank you even more for highlighting that these two characters do indeed respect each other and readily show it. I know it sounds cliché, but I believe any strong relationship rests upon a foundation of respect. I like to think we have done that with all the ‘anchor’ characters in Buffy’s life like Daenlin, Mazoga, Acadian, Boderi and others.

KC- Thanks for the kind words on our intro. I’m glad that Aravi believes in the preemptive strike as well – it’s just safer that way for more fragile characters. You were right on both counts at reading Buffy’s reactions to the fighting. The gruesome swordplay made her queasy and having her magic cursed nearly scared the pee out of her.

We continued deeper into Fort Agarctova.

The layout seemed simple enough. A single main corridor descended down several small sets of steps and provided access to a handful of rooms on both sides. As we made a turn and looked down the cut stone walls of a long passage, I studied the glow ahead. Noting its tail and long arms, I whispered, “Scamp.”

A single poisoned arrow killed the Daedra.

As I crept toward my kill, I felt the horror of a thin line tightening against the buckskin covering one shin. Then I heard the tripwire break. Before I could drop to the floor, Savlian’s shield swept around me and I was pulled against the wall. The massive iron ball, replete with spikes, barely missed us as it swung on the arc allowed by its chain. How could this man think, move and react so much more quickly than I? Looking up into his face, I breathed, “Thank you.”

After stepping around the sprung trap, we crept up to the dead scamp and cut free my arrow. Scanning ahead, I quietly reported, “I see two glows fairly close. One looks like another scamp and I think the other is a conjurer.”

We silently moved around another corner and into a chamber containing the two closest glows. I was impressed at Savlian’s ability to glide among the shadows when required. From our crouched position against the wall, we could see a scamp in the company of another blue-robed Altmer. She seemed able to control the Daedra. It stood patiently as she loaded its long arms with logs from a massive pile of firewood along one wall.

I held up my fist and looked to Savlian with a question in my eyes. He nodded. I launched an emerald swirl of magic that engulfed the scamp. The Deadra dropped its burden, viciously raked its claws across the robes of the Altmer, then stepped back and began to gather fire in its hand. The startled conjurer responded by summoning a clannfear to defend against her formerly obedient servant.

The beady eyes and long muzzle of the reptilian armored life support system for teeth and claws swept our direction. There was no doubt we were now detected. Ignoring the plight of its mistress, the beast lowered its armored head and turned its full ire toward me!

Surprised and frightened, I momentarily froze as the charging clannfear devoured the limited space between us. Instinctively, my right hand had filled with magic that could render me invisible, but I would not abandon the man at my side. My mind raced indecisively. Muscle memory caused shielding magic to flow through my left arm into Slayer, and the bow came up defensively of its own accord – just like Boderi Farano had relentlessly drilled into me.

The beast of my nightmares was then intercepted by the man of my dreams.

The resulting clash of teeth and steel spurred me to action. I barely noticed the ongoing struggle between Altmer and scamp as I danced behind Savlian, reaching out to briefly apply healing touches as best I could. When the creature lifted its head to shriek in pain, a Legion blade viciously slashed across its unarmored throat.

As the clannfear fell and its glow faded, so did the Altmer to the ravaging scamp. By then however, I had fitted the tail of an arrow to silk. “Get down!” I commanded.

Just like we had briefed in his tent, the soldier immediately dropped to one knee. The wounded scamp’s fireball was passed in flight by a single lethal arrow fired from over Savlian’s shoulder. My protector made no move to dodge the fireball; rather, he raised his shield. I ducked behind him as flames fanned out around us before quickly dissipating.

We rose to our feet and turned to face each other. Both of us said in unison, “Are you all right?”

Proud that I hadn’t peed my greaves, I nodded. Even in the dim light, however, I could see the blood and burns on the Imperial as his chest rose and fell heavily. “Hold still,” I ordered. Shouldering Slayer, I reached up and placed a hand on each side of his face. My magic flowed into Savlian, allowing me to assess and diagnose. I then closed the wounds, eased his bruises and faded the burns to memory as I willingly accepted his pain. Lingering in the intimate bond of white magic for longer than was necessary, I was stunned by the number and extent of long-healed lacerations, punctures, burns and broken bones that I detected. Lucilius had spoken the truth about the harshness of Savlian’s career. Reluctantly, I allowed the bond to fade, then slid to the floor exhausted.

Savlian lowered himself to the cold stone and sat beside me.

“I need to let my magicka and fatigue recover,” I said. “I don’t have much endurance and the way I heal is very draining to body and spirit.”

“Take as long as you need, my elf.”

“I’m sorry I got flustered and froze up on you, Savlian. I realize now that I should have commanded that clannfear to fight for us just like I did with the scamp. Or at least turned him from us in fear. I’ll try to do better.”

“Buffy, I can see that fighting alongside an ally is not something you’re used to. I believe the two of us can learn to be stronger than the sum our dramatically different skills. That’s why we’re here. Don’t be harsh on yourself. It is your magic that both located and caused the death of that conjurer, and it is your bow that killed the scamp. I believe in you.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Rest now. I will listen for any approaching foes.”

A slow scan around me verified the only glows within range were distant and stationary. I snuggled into the warmth of Savlian’s chest. My head filled with the fragrances of mineral oil, singed surcoat and sweat. Although very different from the comforting smells of Superian, inhaling the scent of this man brought a similar peace and feeling of safety. “I’m also sorry you got burned,” I said quietly. “I know you could have easily dodged that fireball had I not been behind you.”

“I told you that I will protect you – whatever it takes. I’m beginning understand how being small and vulnerable drives so much of what you do.” He rubbed one hand along the rounded edge of the steel disc that had taken the brunt of the fireball. “Besides, this shield is the one I gave you during your first visit to Kvatch. The very one you enchanted then returned to me the second time you came here. It helped protect both of us by resisting some of the flame.”

We rested a bit longer, passing a waterskin between us. “I’m ready to continue now,” I reported.

As he stood and pulled me to my feet he chuckled. “Perhaps we can figure out a method of dodging in unison.”

“Like dancing?” My arms found their way around his neck as one cheek settled against the wolf on his chest. Strong arms circled my waist and I felt Savlian’s chin resting atop my head. I had no doubt his eyes were open for danger as I closed mine. Just for the briefest moment, we were not standing in some dark and dangerous dungeon, but swirling across the floor of a sparkling ballroom. As the strains of beautiful music filled my ears, I imagined us dressed in silk and velvet instead of leather and steel. I could almost-

“We have a task here, Buffy.” Savlian’s admonishment was gentle and he did not withdraw the warm comfort of his arms.

“You’re right of course.” It was I who reluctantly broke away and said, “If either of us commands ‘dodge left’ or ‘dodge right’, I expect that would work. If I say or hear the word ‘split’, I will move right, expecting you to go left?”

“Agreed.” He gestured across the chamber. “Let us search the dead conjurer and recover your arrow from that scamp.” As we did so, Savlian remarked, “Some of these Daedra are not summons.”

“I know,” I replied, “and I’m mystified by it. The Altmer in that room full of skulls mentioned Molag Bal. Perhaps these conjurers have made some sort of pact with that particular Daedra Lord. Maybe we’ll find answers ahead.” I augmented my detect life range with a spell and scanned all the way around us. “There are only two remaining glows – unless there are more levels below this one. They look like sleeping conjurers.”

“Lead on, my scout.”

Posted by: SubRosa Jan 6 2012, 05:32 PM

I felt the horror of a thin line tightening against the buckskin covering one shin.
Wonderfully described. Oh noes! Good thing Savlian was handy with his shield.

How neat that the scamp was on firewood detail! I love seeing conjured critters being put to uses other than simply killing things.

Uh oh, it is a Clannfear! The beast of my nightmares was then intercepted by the man of my dreams. Again, this is a wonderful description of our bosmer bowgirl's straits.

Proud that I hadn’t peed my greaves,
Yay!

What a wonderful turn of events that the Savlian is using the same shield he had given to Buffy, and she had given back to him, enchanted. We also see more teamwork evolving between the pair, doing exactly what this dry run against the conjurers was meant to.

Posted by: King Coin Jan 6 2012, 07:07 PM

As I crept toward my kill, I felt the horror of a thin line tightening against the buckskin covering one shin.

I love that sentence. Aravi knows that feeling, and luckily it isn’t very often that she feels it.
I’m glad Savlian’s great reflexes saved Buffy from a lot of pain.

Oh no! the clannfear charges Buffy! Unlike her nightmares though, it was put down by her knight in shining armor!

Of course Buffy would use the healing as an opportunity!
Haha, Buffy’s mind wanders. They are working well together, though as Savlian pointed out, Buffy needs some practice. I wonder if he’ll need some practice working in such a small group. He’s normally leading a garrison.

Posted by: McBadgere Jan 6 2012, 07:31 PM

There are soooo many cool things in this chapter that I may as well just re-post the whole thing... ...

But maybe I'll just settle for this one thing that I thought was unbelievably cool...

*Applauds*...

Brilliant mate...Just brilliant...

Nice one... ...

Posted by: Grits Jan 7 2012, 02:30 AM

All right, now I have such a crush on Savlian, I probably shouldn’t even comment on this episode!

How neat that the scamp was carrying firewood. The summoned clannfear showed why they make such valuable allies, attacking a danger that the conjurer didn’t even see!

This is my favorite part in a favorite episode:

As the clannfear fell and its glow faded, so did the Altmer to the ravaging scamp. By then however, I had fitted the tail of an arrow to silk. “Get down!” I commanded.

Just like we had briefed in his tent, the soldier immediately dropped to one knee. The wounded scamp’s fireball was passed in flight by a single lethal arrow fired from over Savlian’s shoulder. My protector made no move to dodge the fireball; rather, he raised his shield. I ducked behind him as flames fanned out around us before quickly dissipating.

So swiftly and elegantly described that even before Buffy’s remark, I thought of them as dancing.

Now I’m wondering about the source of those non-summoned Daedra. But I'm in no rush to find out, in case there might be time for another quick cuddle.

Posted by: mALX Jan 7 2012, 05:52 AM

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These two lines bear quoting again - very Buffy moments !!

Another that could not be quoted enough times - gotta love this line for all the times I've heard that wire snap and thought ... "oh no" right before the swinging mace hit or the bridge crumbled, lol. :



Awesome Write, too many places to quote or I'll be spamming your thread !!


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Posted by: Tábrasa Jan 12 2012, 02:28 AM

“Buffy, I can see that fighting alongside an ally is not something you’re used to. I believe the two of us can learn to be stronger than the sum our dramatically different skills. That’s why we’re here. Don’t be harsh on yourself. It is your magic that both located and caused the death of that conjurer, and it is your bow that killed the scamp. I believe in you.”

I'll admit it, this made my heart flutter a little bit! Such a sweetie!

Proud that I hadn’t peed my greaves, I nodded

The amount of times Tara has almost done that is one to many. She fully understands Buffy's pride at that lack of pee-age!

Such an exciting chapter! Intense, exciting, thrilling, dramatic EVERYTHING! It seems that Buffy and Savlian work well together at this point; a mutual understanding on the battlefield underlined with looooove? <3 Haha

Well done

Posted by: Acadian Jan 13 2012, 03:50 PM

During Episode 146, Buffy and Savlian continued to clear conjurers and Daedra from Fort Agarctova and forge their ability to fight together. As Buffy displayed then lamented her limitations, it was Savlian who reminded her of the potent abilities she possesses. He also stated his belief that together they can be stronger than the sum of their disparate skills. Savlian’s quick reflexes and readiness to step between Buffy and danger were also showcased.

SubRosa- Thanks for noting that we had the scamp working; I try to have foes doing something rather than quietly standing with a ‘shoot me’ sign. I appreciate you highlighting her clannfear observations, dry greaves and the reminder about the history of the shield Savlian carries.

KC- Since Buffy navigates by pink glows in dark dungeons, traps are a challenge for her to detect. She’s jealous of Aravi’s wonderful cat night vision. You are right; Buffy’s mind seems to wander even more than normal around her hero. Fortunately, he seems to realize that and tries to keep her task-focused. If they can pull this training off and close the gate, then Savlian might get a chance to show his larger unit tactics in an assault to retake the city.

McBadgere- Thank you so much for highlighting the way Buffy heals. For better or for worse, she owes it to her paladin. One downside is she must lay hands on her patient to heal (no ranged healing). Another is that she is empathic, accepting some of her patient’s pain to heal them. The upside is that like a priest, cleric or paladin, she can assess and diagnose injuries and even read some of her patient’s spirit. I thought it was a wonderful opportunity to reinforce the violence of Savlian’s career and physical price he has paid.

Grits- Welcome to the Savlian crush club! Buffy has had hers from nearly the moment they met. While I don’t have a crush on him, I have always felt that when it comes to noble selfless heroes, he is the gritty real deal. Thank you so much for enjoying how we tried to tie an ongoing theme of ‘I hope you dance’ into this dark and dangerous dungeon. We’ll resolve the mysteries of Fort Agarctova in this next episode.

mALX- Thanks for highlighting how ‘Buffy’ her relief over dry greaves was, as well as using her unique healing to snoop into Savlian’s past injuries. As I said, one of the hazards of navigating dungeons only by detect life is traps. She has gradually learned to avoid most of them, but we have both jumped and yelped in pain and surprise many times.

Tabrasa- Thank you so much for feeling a little of what Buffy did when Savlian gave her that much needed pep talk. Oh, Tara leaves puddles sometimes too? As terrible as it sounds, that makes Buffy feel a bit better that she is not alone. Buffy and Savlian have picked one hell of a venue in which to attempt a romance, but we cannot always chose our battlefields and dance floors. I’m so glad to see you back and updating Tara Willow after a short holiday break.

Buckskin and leather boots silently carried us toward the only glows I could see remaining within this first level of Fort Agarctova.

We soon found ourselves in a chamber that was softly lit by several of the flickering wall sconces we had seen throughout the fort. Half a dozen or more bedrolls were arranged on the floor, including two that hosted the sleeping pair of conjurers. Savlian looked at me with a lifted eyebrow.

“Remember?” I whispered, “No warning, no quarter. How many travelers along the Gold Road have they ambushed and killed?” I narrowed my eyes. “Where do you suppose all those skulls came from?”

He nodded, then quietly sheathed the arming sword and drew his dagger.

As Savlian knelt over one of the blue robes, I nocked an arrow and aimed in on the other.

The pair of Altmer died simultaneously.

I cast a spell to boost my life detection range and fully scanned around us. “They’re all dead.” I frowned as I looked at Savlian. “We now have another mystery besides how the permanent Daedra got here. Why are all these conjurers Altmer?”

He shrugged. “I’m a soldier, not a scholar. Why don’t you search these two? I’ll look around the rest of this chamber for clues.”

My search of the blue robes yielded no answers. While still kneeling between them, I summoned an elven dagger and began cutting my arrow free. I was proud that I had recently learned to cast spells with both knees on the ground. I grimly realized the reason I had worked so hard to gain that ability was not for convenience, but to better heal those who would pay the price of freeing Kvatch. I knew that kneeling beside a downed soldier, I could better heal than having to bend over or crouch to do so. I dispelled the bloody blade, then rose to my feet.

After inspecting, wiping down and returning the arrow to my quiver, I was met by Savlian who wielded a thick leather-bound text. “This was in a chest,” he said. “I also found a door that likely leads to a deeper section of the fort.”

I bathed myself in light, then we sat together to inspect the tome. “The title’s in Daedric. I can only recognize the words ‘Molag Bal’, one of the less savory Daedra Lords.”

“We’ve heard that name here,” he said.

I nodded, then opened the book. Fortunately, only the outside title was in Daedric writing. We quickly skimmed what was clearly a load of troll dung about worshipping Molag Bal and the need to harvest mortal souls while purging ‘human scum, tail draggers and lesser elves’ from Cyrodiil. I stuck the book in my pack. “This’ll be of interest to my guild, and explains why this particular cult is exclusively Altmer.” Slipping the ribbon from my hair, I gathered numerous blond strays. “Somehow Molag Bal must be responsible for the permanent Daedra we’ve encountered here.” I frowned as I retied the green strip of silk behind my head. “I wonder what type of pact these conjurers have with him?”

Savlian smiled at my hair antics then pointed to the door in one corner of the chamber. “Perhaps there are answers below.”

I rose to my feet, then dispelled the light effect.

“Buffy, can you not cast spells while seated?”

I shook my head. “Magic is very personal and it’s not the same for all mages. I need to be standing crouched or kneeling – and my feet or knees require firm contact with the ground to bring magicka to my hand. I can’t cast while riding my mare for example; even if I stand in the stirrups, my feet don’t have contact with the ground. If knocked down, I must at least get to my knees to cast spells. The only exception I’ve discovered is underwater, where I can somehow use contact magic as long as I’m upright.” I shrugged, then smiled. “If someone lifts me from the ground or simply restrains me on a barstool, I’m helpless.”

“I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen. Magic is more complicated than I imagined. No wonder it’s always eluded me.”

“You have all the magic you need standing right beside you, Savlian.”

With weapons drawn, we quietly slipped into the fort’s lower level.

Several pink glows blossomed, but none were within teeth range of our faces and we remained undetected. I breathed a sigh of relief and we remained crouched while taking a moment to survey our surroundings.

The tall chamber was almost as big as the throne room of Castle Leyawiin. It was lit by numerous fire bowls atop stone bases. Dominating the center of the room, a statue rose almost to the ceiling. The stone figure displayed the horns, teeth and tail that could only belong to Molag Bal.

In front of the Daedra Lord was a rectangular stone platform that rose to waist height and was heavily stained by what appeared to be blood. Tied to the dais, struggled the figure of a young woman.

Our view of the gagged human was partially blocked by the back of a tall hooded conjurer who stood over her. The voice that chanted unfamiliar words revealed his gender and, along with his height, suggested his race. On the floor near his feet was the dead body of a man whose shirt was deeply stained by a wound to the center of his chest. Judging by the two humans’ apparent age and similar manner of dress, I imagined they were a couple – perhaps travelers who had been captured by these foul blue robes. Pacing off to one side of the scene was a single scamp.

As the conjurer finished his incantations, he drew a dagger.

I nocked an arrow and urgently whispered, “Shooting” – just like Savlian had taught me so he would know to avoid Slayer’s line of fire. As the blue robe raised his blade, I pulled silk to cheek. My arrow and the conjurer’s dagger found their marks at the same time. Helplessly, I watched as both glows extinguished.

Savlian’s own verbal warning preceded the twang of his bowstring. A moment later the lone scamp in the chamber screeched and was spun around as the arrow struck its shoulder.

We both nocked and loosed our next arrows together. Savlain’s missed. Mine did not. As the ball of flame being conjured by bony fingers dissipated, I heard the dying Daedra’s magicka being swept into Azura’s Star.

“The statue!” Savlian said ominously as he quickly rearmed himself with sword and shield.

I stared in confused horror. The eyes of Molag Bal’s statue now glowed crimson. From his stone mouth came a swirl of black fog, which slowly traveled to hover over the dead woman. Within the shifting vapor a flame appeared, growing and feeding the changing shape as limbs began to form. I reported what my rings displayed: “It’s alive.”

Over the next few moments, the gaseous cloud fully transformed into a fiery atronach. As the Daedra straddled the dead woman, it hissed at Savlian and I. A globe of fire began to augment its already flaming hands.

Somehow, my own hand had managed to select a broadhead arrow and nock it to Slayer’s silk. I warned Savlian as I drew my bowstring and loosed.

The atronach staggered at the arrow’s impact, sending its spell harmlessly into the ceiling. As I was nocking my second arrow, the Daedra cast a second fireball – accurately.

“Split!” commanded Savlian as he slid to the left.

I instantly sidestepped to my right and warned, “Shooting again.” The muted twang of Slayer’s bowstring was still in my ears as I felt the heat of the fireball pass close between us and saw the Daedra fall to my arrow.

Savlian and I stared at each other for several long moments. He broke the silence. “I guess we now know where those permanent Daedra came from.”

A search of the chamber revealed no other passages or doors except the one returning to the upper level. Savlian gathered some documents from the pair of dead Bretons, identifying them as citizens of Anvil. “I’ll forward these to Captain Langley with the next rotation of Anvil soldiers.”

In the robes of the Altmeri conjurer were notes detailing how the cultists performed the ritual we had just witnessed. I placed them inside the tome already in my pack, “I hope to someday get all this to the University’s Mystic Archives for study.”

“Good riddance to those damn misguided conjurers,” said Savlian.

I nodded. “Can we leave this place now?”

We returned to the surface and quickly found the horses. I squeezed the last of our water into a pair of collapsible leather buckets for them.

Savlian studied the stars, then announced, “We were in there for almost twenty four hours. Let’s cold camp here behind the fort with the horses for the rest of the night. We’ll take turns sleeping and keeping watch. We need the rest, and if any more conjurers return to Agarctova, I want them to share the same fate as their comrades. While I’m on watch and you’re sleeping, may I use your detect life rings?”

After a chuckle, my reply was, “Sure. I expect they may fit over the tips of your little fingers.” I gathered Savlian’s bedroll from our jumbled pile of tack and supplies. As I spread it on the ground for him I asked, “Can I have the first watch? I’m too wound up to sleep.”

“That’ll be fine.” He placed an arm around my shoulder and pulled me comfortably to his side. “I could fall asleep on my feet right now.” He then pointed skyward. “See that large star between Masser and Secunda?”

I leaned into him as I craned my neck. “Yes?”

“When it hides behind Masser, will you wake me for my watch?”

“I will, brave man. Get some sleep.”

With sword and shield by his side, and fully dressed to fight, Savlian was soon asleep on the bedroll. After charging Slayer, I sat beside him and began my vigil against approaching pink glows. Without waking the sleeping man, I managed to lift his head and cradle it in my lap.

My watch was uneventful but, by the time I nudged Savlian awake to trade places, I was exhausted. We discovered my rings did indeed fit over the tips of his smallest fingers enough to function. He stood and stretched as I crawled onto his still warm bedroll. He then sat next to me. I hugged his mail-clad leg, using it as a pillow, and felt the comfort of his hand stroking my hair as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to brilliant sunshine.

Posted by: McBadgere Jan 13 2012, 04:29 PM

Awww...Most excellent!!...

Loved it, nice conclusion to the - ahem - Dancing In The Dark... ...Oh yeah *Does finger guns*...

Nah, loved it...Fantastic as usual...Brilliant tactics...Mysteries...

Shame about the Bretons, but well done nevertheless...*Applauds*...

Loved these bits...

and...



The first one made me laugh and the second one made me chortle...I dunno, the idea of forwarding the paperwork to Langley...*Shakes head*...I watch too much TV... ...

Fantastic mate...

Nice one... ...

Posted by: SubRosa Jan 13 2012, 04:45 PM

“Where do you suppose all those skulls came from?”
Indeed. I had no qualms about killing the conjurers in the sleep after that as well.

one of the less savory Daedra Lords.
When you go through the list of them, nearly every one qualifies as this. Though Molag does seem even less so then many of the others.

A nice little recap of Buffy's spellcasting limitations. We also see that she has removed one of them, at least partially, by learning how to cast while kneeling.

They caught the remaining conjurers in the act I see. But were too late! What a brilliant addition you have here though, showing us that the permanent Daedra are made so through the sacrifice of victims. Excellently shown through the statue of Molag Bal as well.

A nice, cozy little sleep/watch routine afterward. I bet that is not how it usually works in the city guard!

Posted by: King Coin Jan 13 2012, 07:19 PM

I’m glad Salvian agreed to kill the two in their sleep. I was a little worried he wouldn’t be willing to do that.

Humans, tail draggers, and lesser elves?! Buffy and Salvian will show them!

Aww, she’s too late to save the woman. The cultists were trading souls for daedra! What an awful fate. I can’t imagine being Molag Bol’s possession for eternity would be at all pleasant.

Salvian telling the time by the stars was a neat little bit at the end!

Posted by: Grits Jan 14 2012, 02:28 AM

The tall chamber was almost as big as the throne room of Castle Leyawiin.

Oh, I just love this! Many memories, and we know exactly how big it is.

The origin of the permanent Daedra was fascinating, and made perfect sense to me. Sort of the conservation of mass applied to the realms. As much as I enjoyed the smooth teamwork and the nighttime cuddles, the statue scene was my favorite part.

“When it hides behind Masser, will you wake me for my watch?”

So many people would have issued that as an order, “Wake me for my watch.” Savlian knows how to talk to Buffy!

Posted by: mALX Jan 14 2012, 03:52 AM

I also loved the line comparing the greatroom to Castle Leywiin's throneroom. Anyone whose played the game now knows the size of the room as she entered, a great descriptive trick !!

I have to agree with Grits, my fave part was the statue. That was some powerful imagery !! Awesome Write!

Posted by: Acadian Jan 20 2012, 02:06 PM

In Episode 147, Savlian and Buffy discovered why the conjurer clan infesting Fort Agarctova was exclusively Altmer, and that a sacrificial arrangement with Malog Bal was responsible for the permanent (as opposed to summoned) Daedra they encountered. After clearing the fort, they cold camped nearby, taking turns on watch. Buffy awoke to a sunny morning.

McBadgere- Thank you! Buffy sneaks into every dungeon loading screen and remains quite scared until she emerges on the other side, scans for pink glows and knows she remains undetected.

SubRosa- Thanks for enjoying our attempt to give Fort Agarctova a little bit of a story. I know we spent some time on Buffy’s spell casting positional limitations, but they will come into play again in the next episode – albeit in perhaps an unexpected manner.

KC- Buffy was afraid that her soldier would wake up those two conjurers to ‘declare himself’ and start a big fight. She’s glad he saw things her way. I note that in the game, all conjurers are Altmer or Breton and thought I would try to work with the ugly side of that racial element. Thank you!

Grits- I’m so glad you liked our attempt to use familiar in game references. I remember being impressed when you did the same thing by having Jerric refer to something’s size in terms of his trading caravans. Thanks also for noting how gentle Savlian is in his ‘orders’ to Buffy. He is trying hard to understand the confusing and skittish young elf. As we’ll see in the next episode, he doesn’t always get it right.

mALX- Thank you for your kind words relating to the description of Molag Bal. I was trying for some mystical imagery, and appreciate your endorsement so much.

After rolling up the bedding, I tossed kisses to both horses then stretched my short limbs under the welcome sunshine. Savlian handed me some bread from our bag of provisions.

He also slipped my detect life rings from the tips of his smallest fingers. “Here. You’d better wear these for us. My head hurts from using them. I think some deer and perhaps a wolf are all that came within range last night during my watch. It’s quite hard seeing beyond the large glows in our own camp.”

As I donned the rings and quickly scanned the area I nodded. “It took me a long time to get used to them.”

“Bolden gave me a bag of mixed grain for the horses,” said Savlian. “Should we feed them some?”

“No,” I replied between bread bites. “They’re better off with just light forage until we can find them some water. And they’ll need that soon.”

Savlian smiled and took my hand. He led me around to the front of Fort Agarctova and out to the edge of the bluff upon which it was built. I sucked in my breath as the morning sun reflected blindingly off the Strid River below.

“Will that suffice?” he asked.

“I didn’t realize we were so close!”

“Did I not promise to take you to Valenwood?”

“Savlian!” Without thinking, I simply jumped at him. My arms flew around his neck while both legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Thank you,” I managed to say with our faces just inches apart. As I looked into his eyes my head swirled with questions that I so wanted to ask, but dared not: We’re free of danger for the moment and Oblivia can wait a bit longer, so why won’t you kiss me? I know you feel something for me beyond protectiveness. Did I put you off that much the other night with my embarrassing moans and pushing you away? Is your stomach full of butterflies like mine? Or is Sigrid perhaps right, that your armor of duty is too hardened for any woman to penetrate? I’m doing everything I can to show you how I feel, Savlian Matius. I’ve quite literally just thrown myself at you. Why can’t you read my heart?

Instead of kissing me, Savlian spoke, “When you mentioned Valenwood the other day, I could tell it was important to you. I don’t know when we’ll get the chance to come back here.”

I reluctantly unwrapped my legs, and Savlian eased me to the ground. Blinking back tears of. . . I don’t know what, I said, “I adore that you remembered.”

We loaded the horses and, after saddling up, allowed them to slowly pick a path down the side of the ravine, then to the water’s edge. They were still cool and not breathing hard, so we allowed them to drink their fill as we did the same. Noting an inviting meadow on the far side of the river, I talked to Savlian about casting spells on the animals to get them across.

Getting the unflappable Raxle used to walking atop the water’s surface was not difficult, and he willingly followed Superian as she confidently led the way. Soon, we set hooves on Valenwood soil, much to the displeasure of an angry mud crab guarding the meadow.

After my hero dismounted and bravely slew the lumbering beast, I slid to the ground and joined him. Inhaling deeply, I looked around. “It’s beautiful here, Savlian! Can we stay for a time? Perhaps cook up this crab?”

“Aye, if it retains the smile on your face,” he said. “Lucilius was right; Oblivia can wait a little longer.”

After a scan of the area, I pronounced it free of pink glowing threats and slipped off my rings, bow, quiver and pack.

Savlian added his shield, sword belt and pack to the pile I had started on the ground. He then set about gathering a supply of dry branches and building a fire to cook the crab.

By the time I stripped down the horses, inspected their hooves and gave them a quick groom, a cheerful fire and warm meal beckoned.

The roasted crab was wonderful, and we gorged until full. We then fed both horses some of the grain Bolden had provided. I mused, “I think our training went well?”

Savlian nodded while rubbing Raxle’s nose. “Yes, I’ve begun to see what a mystic archer can do. Despite your vulnerabilities, I was wrong to underestimate you. I think we make a fine team, complementing each other’s abilities. Together, we should be able to sneak past most Daedra in the Deadlands and kill those that we must.”

I replied, “And I’m very impressed how you can blend into the shadows as necessary, yet provide a safe haven of steel when required.” I looked longingly at the river. “When’s the last time you had a real bath instead of dumping buckets of water over your head?”

“Before the invasion.”

“We’ll fix that,” I said. “Lift your arms.”

Savlian helped me slip the surcoat over his head. As I fumbled with the buckles and fasteners on his cuirass, he again assisted and we lifted the mail from his tunic.

His familiarity with armor allowed him to deftly unbuckle and pull my leather scale cuirass over my head to join his on the ground. Unlike his tunic, mine was very lightweight and cut to match the plunging neckline of my armor.

“May I cast a spell on you?”

He didn’t question what I intended or even raise an eyebrow. “Of course.”

After filling my hand with the magic of alteration, I opened my fingers against Savlian’s chest. I knew the weak feather effect was only symbolic but, as it swirled around him, I said, “This is to temporarily banish the weight of your crushing responsibilities. Let Kvatch go - just for a time, my brave man.”

My eyes were drawn to the thin leather strap around his neck that I recalled seeing when he was sleeping in his tent the day of my arrival. I reached up and freed the small pouch that was suspended between his chest and tunic.

In response to the burning question in my eyes, he nodded.

Looking inside the pouch, I could see a small tuft of long hair, the same color as mine.

“Do you remember when you charged into the Oblivion Gate?” he asked.

My eyes flew open wide. “I surely do! I also remember you snatching me right back out, and my hair getting caught in your armor.”

The muscles of his jaw rippled slightly and his gaze drifted beyond me. “For the longest time, that wisp of hair was all I had of you. I fear I have wishfully presumed too much about your feelings.” His eyes then met mine. “I apologize, Buffy, for kissing you the other night in my tent. I could tell by the way you tensed up and withdrew that you were. . . conflicted, and I don’t blame you.” He looked down at his open hands. “What on Nirn would possess me to think I could hold such a beautifully precious and fragile butterfly in these grimy bloodstained hands? Despite my feelings for you, I will not again place you in such an awkwar-“

“Savlian!” My heart was pounding, singing and breaking as I interrupted. “I wanted you to kiss me! It is I who must apologize; the very sounds of pleasure you drew from me when kissing my ear are what caused me to destroy that wonderful moment for us. Bosmeri ears are. . . well, they’re not like human ears and I-I couldn’t help my response. Given the thin walls of your tent and close confines of the encampment, I thought my noises would offend you or embarrass your position.”

“You could never offend or embarrass me, Buffy.” After a smile, he added, “Clearly we both need to be more open with each other about our feelings to avoid such misunderstandings.”

I slipped the green ribbon from the ponytail it restrained and shook loose my hair. Lifting one fist, I summoned an elven dagger. Grasping a blond lock as thick as a finger, I cut it free from near my scalp. After rolling up its length, I placed it into Savlian’s pouch then dispelled my blade.

With a hand now on each of my shoulders, he said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I want you to have it.” I looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath. “In fact, Savlian Matius, you can have every part of me that you want.”

I was swept into strong arms and, after a long deep kiss, my eyes finally opened to see a tender smile. As if a huge weight had been lifted from us, the mood was now light. “How about that bath?” I said with a giggle. “We smell like roasted crab, death, fire and sweat.”

I slipped off Savlian’s headband, then both tunics came over our heads and we added them to the growing pile of armor and clothing. “I’m sorry,” I said nervously.

“For what?” said Savlian with a mystified look.

“M-my friend Mazoga says I’m kind of scrawny.”

His eyes traveled slowly and unabashedly over the topless elf standing before him. “Your delicate perfection takes my breath away; you always have.”

“I’m still young, Savlian. Wood elves can continue to. . . bloom until nearly thirty years of age.”

“Never apologize for your elven beauty, Buffy. I’m the one who is marred. The scars-“

“-are beautiful,” I quickly finished. I then reached out to trace the line of one of the many old wounds across his chest. “I shall view them as testimony to the lives you have saved.”

He gave me the most adorable crooked smile. “I guess we were made for each other.”

After loosening then fumbling unsuccessfully with each others’ greaves, we lost our balance and fell to the ground, laughing. It was then we decided that tugging our boots off each other should come first. Finally, with everything we had been wearing in a jumbled pile on the ground, Savlian took my hand and led me into the Strid River.

Between kisses, touches, splashes and play, I’m sure we got pretty clean before he carried me ashore and we collapsed together into happy laughter and soft grass.

This time, when he began kissing me, I melted into his arms. As we gently explored each other, I learned that there were plenty of places on me that were every bit as sensitive to Savlian’s kiss and touch as my ears. In fact I quite noisily let him, both horses and every bird or butterfly near the river hear all about it.

The afternoon was a beautiful blur of new sensations as, together, Savlian and I learned to dance.

Crashing Abecean waves that I never wanted to end. The lion roaring all too soon. Rolling Savlian onto his back and discovering what a combination of restoration magic and kisses could do.

Grinning adventurously, I lifted one knee over Savlian’s hips and carefully assumed what could only be called an equestrienne pose. As Superian nudged her encouragement with a nose to the bare skin of my upright back, I giggled and managed to breathlessly say, “Get your own stallion.”

Soon enough, more waves were lifting me with them. With both knees anchored to the ground, mystical energy surged and grew uncontrollably within me until one hand broke from its grip on the muscles of Savlian’s chest to spike the air wildly with erupting magicka. The errant spell that I could not control caused both of us to momentarily disappear as I cried out to the treetops and the lion roared again. I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us spent and exhausted.

I awoke to gentle fingers trailing through my hair. Glowing embers, twin moons and countless stars punctuated the night that had gathered around us. After a tender kiss, we pulled each other to our feet. While briefly checking the horses, I studied the beautiful man’s scars and muscles as he added wood to our campfire and stirred life into the flames.

I wanted to remember this moment forever.

A return to the soothing waters of the Strid River. White magic to lift the elven scratches from Savlian’s back and chest – the man already had enough scars. Healing my own sore bits. Smiles that spoke of a future together. More kisses and the surprising return of mutual stirrings.

“Are you hungry again?”

“Only for you.”

Posted by: mALX Jan 20 2012, 04:40 PM

I don't see much training taking place after this, lol. Great Write !!!

Posted by: SubRosa Jan 20 2012, 04:58 PM

Buffy leapt upon him! I must admit I did not see that one coming. Savlian must have a will of iron to resist that.

So we are off to Valenwood. Even if it is only the other side of the river.

I loved the feather spell, to dispel the weight of his responsibilities! Very cute.

Then a tender, if albeit unwashed, moment on the riverbank, followed by a wonderful frolic in the water. You paint a very sweet, passionate scene between the two. After so long, Buffy has finally gotten her man!

Posted by: Glargg Jan 20 2012, 06:16 PM

Well! It certainly took long enough to get to this!

Well written, Acadian.

Posted by: McBadgere Jan 20 2012, 06:20 PM

Oo-er... ...

Nicely done!!...As it were... ...

Yes...indeed...yes...

Nice parts...I mean sexc...Section!!...

Brilliant...Yes!!...

Nice one!!... ...

*Applauds*...

Posted by: ghastley Jan 20 2012, 07:58 PM

Now wasn't that better than using Pelena's potion back at Kvatch? Even if it did wake the horses.

I'm surprised that the water didn't get to Buffy before she reached the other shore, but it did do the trick.

Posted by: Grits Jan 20 2012, 11:23 PM

How wonderful that Buffy got to go riding in Valenwood! And Savlian did promise he would take her there.

What a beautiful scene on the riverbank! Tender, passionate, sweet, adventuresome, and best of all, fun. It’s a happy couple that can giggle and roar together.

That was so worth waiting for!!

Posted by: King Coin Jan 21 2012, 03:55 AM

Whoa Buffy! Launch yourself at him!

So very nice that they got to visit Valenwood. I mean, with an Oblivion gate in front of Kvatch, anything could happen really.

When Buffy started the pile on the ground I wondered. Still, the final scene took me by surprise. What a wonderful surprise. It’s great that they got to share this moment together in Valenwood rather than a tent in the middle of a camp. They didn’t have to worry about a thing, just each other.

Posted by: RainbowVeins Jan 21 2012, 02:14 PM

Simply beautiful.

Posted by: Acadian Jan 27 2012, 02:22 PM

In Episode 148, Savlian allowed a short break between Fort Agarctova and returning to Kvatch as he put paid to his promise to take Buffy to Valenwood. They found themselves in a pleasant meadow on the nearby southern bank of the Strid River. After tending to the horses as well as their own thirst and hunger, Buffy’s clothes started to do what they often do when close to so much water. Once the two clarified some misunderstandings, one thing led to another.

mALX- Training? Hee! Buffy did get to practice her unintentional spell casting. Thank you!

SubRosa- Buffy is quite ‘touchy-feely’ of course, and jumping on Savlian just sort of happened to her when she realized that he not only remembered his promise to take her to Valenwood, but fully intended to do so – that day. I’m so glad they got beyond their misunderstanding over her ears. Simple open communication won the day!

Glargg- Gosh, yes it did take them a long time to get on the same page! Thank you!

McBadgere- Thanks! I'm glad you liked our bits and parts – even the sore ones. Lol.

ghastley- Between the water and noise and errant spell casting, we now know why this scene just wouldn’t have worked back at the encampment! She’ll just have to wait to try Pelena’s potion. And thanks for noting that, yes indeed, getting Buffy near water surely did do the trick.

Grits- My counsel to Buffy on writing her love scene was, “Fade to misty gray, Buffy. Let readers use their imaginations”. Her response was, “Oh for Mara's sake, Acadian. I tell my readers in great detail how I brush my teeth. I’m not about to gloss over something as important as this just because it has juicy bits in it!” The noise and scratching was easy to portray; it was the errant spell casting that was a challenge not to make overly, um. . . graphic. We tried very hard to lace the necessary specifics with plenty of awkwardness and humor. Thank you so much for seeing the tender passion, adventure and discovery as the wide-eyed elf and her hero learned to dance.

KC- Thank you. I so agree that it just couldn’t have been as. . . Buffy in a tent back in that smoky camp.

RainbowVeins- Aww. This was an extremely powerful episode for Buffy and I to write. Thank you so much for your soothing endorsement!

We dismounted next to the kitchen area under an early afternoon sun and the beaming gaze of Weedum-Ja. “I shall have to send you two hunting more often.”

At the Argonian’s orders, several men gathered on the patient Raxle and unlashed the field dressed deer. When their attention turned to the buck behind Superian’s saddle, Savlian gently warned them off even before the mare could flatten her ears or begin to prance away. “This girl’s a high strung, skittish one like her mistress, lads. Best leave the task to hands that she knows. Buffy and I will unload her.”

Once complete, we led the horses toward the stable. I loved that Savlian was protective of both Superian and I, and how we tried to understand each others’ ways. During our return trip from the Strid River, I had explained what Daenlin taught me about hunting. I was pleased when Savlian joined me in kneeling by the deer we killed to cut our arrows free and thank them for their bounty. We then wished each animal’s spirit safe passage through the Dreamsleave until they returned. Nearing the mountains of Kvatch, we rode past several bears at a respectable distance. As a pair of eagles lazily winged overhead, Savlian told me that although the Kvatch wolf symbolized the city, his mountains were really the land of bear and eagle. I had joked that he could be the bear and I wanted to be the eagle.

“Welcome back, conjurer hunters,” greeted Bolden as he looked over the horses. “Safe trip? No injuries?”

“That clan of corrupted mages will cause travelers near Kvatch no further trouble,” said Savlian. “The horses, Buffy and I are fine.”

I took Raxle’s reins from Savlian and squeezed his hand as I did so. “Just some sore muscles.”

“Do you know where Lucilius is?” said Savlian to Bolden, but not before I felt his fingers briefly return my squeeze and noted the hint of a smile that played at one corner of his mouth.

“Yes, he’s been keeping me apprised of his whereabouts so I could send a runner for him as soon as you returned.” Bolden called over one shoulder, “Moria!”

The young Imperial I recalled seeing several days ago approached. Small hands pulled rather wild tresses of nutmeg-colored hair from her face. A threadbare dress of tan flax covered the slight frame, and her feet swam in sandals that were entirely too large. Ignoring Bolden, she walked right up to me and said, “You have pretty hair.”

“Thank you, Moria.” I found myself looking down slightly at a nicely featured but dirty face that I estimated to be ten to twelve years of age. “My name’s Buffy, and you have lovely eyes. They sparkle like emeralds.”

“Well, you look like an elf to me. Tavia taught us all about them. I learned that Batul’s a Horsemer. You have big ears like Athrelor. Are you a Bustmer like he is?”

After a smile, I replied, “I think Tavia probably meant Batul is an Orsimer. And yes, I’m a Bosmer – you can call me a wood elf if that is easier to remember.”

“Moria,” said Bolden, “run up to Camp Defiance and tell Sergeant Lucilius that the Captain’s back.”

The girl frowned, planted both hands where someday her hips would widen and lifted her chin to glare up at Bolden. I had to smile as she quite ably assumed ‘the position’ that was all too familiar to me when angry. “But Tavia said you were going to teach me to be a hustler! How is running all over Kvatch Mountain going to help?” She turned her gaze from the Redguard to the Imperial at my side, and her frown transitioned to an impressively convincing pout. “Captain Savlian, you’re in charge. Do I have to do what Bolden says?”

My Imperial eased himself to one knee and gently swept aside some of the wild brown strands that had again fallen into the girl’s face. “I think Tavia meant ostler. And if you expect to be one, you must first learn to follow the orders of your stable master. Secondly, if you want to understand and take care of horses, wouldn’t it be helpful to practice running like they do?”

She beetled her brow skeptically at Savlian, then shifted her gaze to me as if for a second opinion. I placed one hand on Savlian’s shoulder and nodded my endorsement.

“Well, I want to be a good oyster all right.” She then kicked off the oversized sandals, hiked the hem of her dress to mid-thigh and took off at a sprint up the hill.

Bolden chuckled as he shook his head. “Moria’s one of Tavia’s bigger challenges over at the Orphans Guild. She’s spoiled and strong willed.”

Tugging on Savlian’s arm, I helped him to his feet. He said, “I’m pleased she’s retained a strong will. As for being spoiled, I suppose some of that can be forgiven a child who watched both her parents burn to death.”

Bolden shuddered visibly. “I can still hear the little thing screaming as you carried her out of the city that night, Savlian.”

“Let’s get these horses tended to,” was the soldier’s reply.

I began to unlash the traveling supplies from my mare’s saddle. Seeing how gentle and wise Savlian was with Moria, I couldn’t help but think what a wonderful father he would be. Knowing how difficult it was for elves to conceive, I knew it was silly to even think about the fact that I carried his seed within me. The thought of him rescuing the screaming girl intruded though, as a stark reminder that we were indeed back at Kvatch. As we stripped off the tack and removed dried deer blood from bay and black coats, I could sense the weight of Savlian’s responsibilities settling again onto his broad shoulders.

With the tack racked and horses groomed, Bolden led both animals to the stable’s water trough.

I looked at the pile of traveling supplies at our feet. “Um, where should we take my bedroll, Savlian?“

“We promised to avoid misunderstandings by speaking freely.” He gathered up everything from the ground – including my bedroll - then looked at me. “My feelings for you did not stay behind in the waters of the Strid River. I’d like very much for you to share my tent.”

“I was hoping you wanted that. Perhaps I should briefly report to Sigrid? I can let her know we’re back, and gather the rest of my belongings from the guild.”

“Aye. I’ll take all this to our tent and meet you there shortly. Lucilius will know to look for me there.” He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before we parted ways.

As happy feet carried me toward my guild, I felt the familiar comfort of being alone with my paladin - something I had not experienced since before Savlian and I left on our training expedition. Acadian had thoughtfully and discretely retreated to a place deep in my heart while Savlian and I were discovering each other. He had already silently let me know he was pleased that I had followed his advice and truly learned to dance. “I’m so glad you’re with me to share in this, Acadian. I hope it’s not, um. . . awkward for you.”

“It is certainly a new and unfamiliar perspective, my bowgirl. But I am a part of you and fully share – nay, rejoice – in what you are experiencing.”

“When should I tell him that I harbor the ancient spirits of a dragon and her rider within me?”

“Savlian’s a strong and noble warrior, Buffy, but he has much to deal with at Kvatch, even while adjusting to his feelings for you. Tread lightly here. You will know when the time is right.”

“Thank you, Acadian. For everything.”

After a light chuckle, he said, “And may I say, you dance well, albeit noisily.”

I giggled. “I have some of Pelena’s ‘little moaner’ potion and the recipe for it. That should help.” I lifted the blue and white flap to enter my guild.

Within the half hour, I completed my business, gathered my belongings and rejoined Savlian.

“Look what Sigrid gave us for a tent warming gift while I was at the guild!” I held up the small blue tapestry with its arcane formation of stars.

“It’s very thoughtful of her,” replied Savlian. “The Steed is my birthsign.”

“And you know how horse crazy I am.” I tried to tickle him, but my effort was thwarted by his mail. “Seriously though, no wonder you can move so quickly when you fight. Oh, my sign is the Mage.”

“No surprise there, my magic elf.”

I held the tapestry up against one of the canvas walls of my new home. “Don’t you think it would look nice here?”

“Captain?”

I was now getting used to the interruptions that came with Savlian’s position. “Come in, Lucilius,” I chirped as I set our tapestry on the table.

“I hope the afternoon finds you well, Milady,” said Lucilius as the tent flap closed behind him. “And you also, Captain. I trust the training was productive?”

“Aye, it was,” said Savlian.

Lucilius’ eyes traveled to the two bedrolls nestled together in the corner, then to my happy face. “Congratulations. I’m glad you both seem to have discovered what’s been clear to me for some time.”

“Thank you, my friend.” Savlian’s features creased into a beautiful smile. “Somehow, it seems I’ve managed to capture the heart of a butterfly. Lucilius, would you give me your report please?”

“The perimeter and encampment are secure, with two developments. One of our watch team leaders suffered a broken arm when a pair of clannfears emerged from the gate simultaneously. One of them got past our swordsmen, the spells of Roliand and into the archers.”

“That’s Merandil’s watch team,” said Savlian, his face clouding. “How is he?”

“He’ll be fine. Roliand mended the arm within minutes and, by the end of the shift, Sigrid finished the job. She has Merandil drinking a healing potion each morning for a couple days. It’s his left arm. Until Sigrid clears him, he’ll be relying on his axe instead of that fortify marksman spell and bow. He’s still capable of leading his team though. I did not replace him.”

“Well done, Lucilius. What’s the second development you mentioned?”

“Two men showed up this morning calling themselves fighting monks of Talos. They offered their blades to help free the Chapel of Akatosh.”

“Free the chapel?” repeated Savlian. “Don’t they realize we have the small matter of closing a damn Oblivion Gate first?”

“They said they would discuss it only with you.”

“Your impressions of these men?” asked Savlian as one eyebrow crept up toward his headband.

“They strike me as serious, Captain. Both move with the control and precision of soldiers. I suspect their robes are enchanted, and the katanas they carry are not the simple defensive weapons of churchmen. May I arrange a meeting this afternoon? Perhaps between our crop fields and the stable, near the edge of the encampment plateau where you will not be overheard?”

Savlian nodded. “That location will be fine, but their desire to speak to me alone is not. Perhaps these men do have some sort of need for secrecy, but I have a whole city under siege to worry about. You are my second in command. Buffy is a valued advisor, scout and mage. I want both of you at this meeting.”

Before Lucilius could respond, I asked, “You said monks of Talos? Did these men offer their names?”

“Yes, Milady,” replied Lucilius. “The Redguard who seems to be in charge calls himself Brother Baurus. He refers to the Imperial with him as Brother Arturo.”

“Before we meet with them, the three of us need to talk,” I said. “I know Baurus, and why he is here. Perhaps we should sit down?”

Posted by: mALX Jan 27 2012, 04:45 PM

I think it is hilarious that Baurus shows up to save Martin - AFTER Buffy gets there !! How long ago were they supposed to be going to find him? No wonder the Blades couldn't hang onto the amulet or keep the Emperor alive, ROFL !!

Uh oh, Buffy's going to spill the secret of Martin !! Now things will heat up !!

Some very nice touching moments in here, and some humorous ones - like the Orphans Guild, etc. Awesome Write !!

Posted by: McBadgere Jan 27 2012, 08:04 PM

Another most excellent chapter!!...

Loved it...Hugely...

Nice return to camp and all the attendant business therein...And just to show, the Blades turn up... ...Me likee Blades, Oblivion stylee at least... ...

Loved the hand squeeze around the "Sore muscles" line... ...Fantastic stuff...

This bit made the hairs on the back of my neck rise...

So many questions rose from this chapter that I think once I've finished the current story I'm doing from the start, this one will be next...Oh yes...I will... ...

Now, to find that "Add Time To Day" spell... ...

EDIT...Sorry, forgot to add my...

Nice one!!!!... ...

*Applauds heartily*...

You know you'd miss it... ...

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Jan 27 2012, 10:08 PM

This is a huge story...how many threads do you have exactly? The number of chapters is amazing, but yet only read the first two. Can't help but feel I am missing something? Which is the first story?

Posted by: ghastley Jan 27 2012, 10:22 PM

Good point. I'm going to have to go back and re-read where Buffy last saw Baurus to remind myself of the differences between her path through the game and my own characters' versions. If anyone finds it before I do, let us know!

Posted by: Grits Jan 27 2012, 10:41 PM

Check the very beginning of this thread, folks!

Posted by: Acadian Jan 27 2012, 11:29 PM

Rather than waiting a week to detail things in my next thread posting, I wanted to pop in here and hopefully provide some answers. We are still writing Buffy’s ‘Book 1’ and are in the fifth and final thread of it. Each thread is labeled the same except the thread numbers progress from 1-5. All of them except our current/active thread are in http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showforum=62.

It is indeed a long story, and I grew concerned that it might intimidate newer readers. Therefore, in our subforum, I created an Executive Summary thread that summarizes her story to date in one easy sitting of less than 2000 words.

Let me review some past details that may help add context to today's episode: When Buffy turned the Amulet of Kings over to Jauffre, he was unkind and accusatory to her so she stormed out on him (Episode 8). She later learned well after the fact (Episode 31) that Jauffre had been killed the very next day after receiving the Amulet. Because of her confrontation with Jauffre, Buffy was afraid she might be accused of killing him and remained quiet on the matter, trusting that the Blades would take care of ‘Emperor stuff’ since she had turned over the Amulet. Much later (right after Buffy's second place finish in the Tournament of Archers plastered her name in the Black Horse Courier), Baurus finally tracked Buffy down (Episode 125) to find out what happened to the Amulet. Between the two of them, they pieced together that Jauffre had been killed and the Amulet stolen before Jauffre could take any action regarding Martin or even notify his Blades. Buffy then shared what Jauffre had told her about Martin. Baurus agreed that he would try to get support from his chain of command to investigate the possible claim to the throne at Kvatch. Buffy’s meeting with Baurus that generated his current arrival took place about two weeks ago in ‘Buffy time’.

Hope that helps some!

Posted by: SubRosa Jan 28 2012, 01:29 AM

“Just some sore muscles.”


Moira was delightful. Horsemers, Bustmers (I think Sigrid is one of those ), hustlers, and all.

No more public pretenses between Buffy and Savlian. Good show! Now they are officially an item, for all the world to see.

“The Steed is my birthsign.”
Now we know why Buffy was moaning so loudly!

Baurus! W00T. Now we are really getting down to the business of closing that gate, and retaking the city!

Posted by: King Coin Jan 28 2012, 02:31 AM

“Just some sore muscles.”
They were talking about fighting the mages Buffy, not after.

I really enjoyed Moria’s difficulty with words.

I hadn’t even thought about where Buffy would stay when she returned to the camp. Glad Buffy’s going to share his tent. And then she starts decorating!

The Blades! Now that’s exciting! Baurus!

Posted by: Grits Jan 28 2012, 12:23 PM

I loved that Savlian was protective of both Superian and I, and how we tried to understand each others’ ways.

Me, too. Savlian demonstrates that he has really been paying attention.

Moria charms in so many ways. Buffy’s history and temperament make me think she would be the right one to take on this particular challenge, starting with that nutmeg-colored mop of hair.

As happy feet carried me toward my guild, I felt the familiar comfort of being alone with my paladin - something I had not experienced since before Savlian and I left on our training expedition.

How wonderful to check in with Acadian, and get some reassurances.

“The Steed is my birthsign.”

Yeah, baby!!

“Two men showed up this morning calling themselves fighting monks of Talos. They offered their blades to help free the Chapel of Akatosh.”

Woo hoo!! Savlian meeting Brother Baurus, I cannot wait! Now, about that damn Oblivion Gate…

Posted by: TheBrume Jan 30 2012, 05:16 PM

I really enjoyed this latest episode. I particularly like Moira, she reminds me of someone, can't think who though.

The Redguard who seems to be in charge calls himself Brother Baurus. He refers to the Imperial with him as Brother Arturo

The plot thickens? I look forwards to this upcoming meeting.

Posted by: liliandra nadiar Jan 30 2012, 06:08 PM

Chp 148: First impressions on the title. "Someones going to be getting a show." And that set my mind into the gutter for the whole chapter. Case in point, the first time I saw Strid River I read it as Stud River.

Buffy (and Savlian) touched on some of their more persistant fears but both decided to step out and dance. Yay!

Chp 149: And back to Kvatch with some 'sore muscles'. Poor Buffy isn't a Bustmer yet, couple more years maybe. Savlian may have ment ostler, but I think Boldan could still teach her to be a hustler.

The Blades make an appearence finally, only took them how many months to figure out what Jauffre intended? Tsk, they need more clear lines of communications and record keeping. Looking forward to Baurus' reaction to seeing Buffy, assuming he remembers her.

Posted by: Acadian Feb 3 2012, 01:42 PM

Episode 149 saw Savlian and Buffy return to Kvatch and begin settling into both the city’s war time footing and a new life together as the two agreed to share Savlian’s tent. When Lucilius briefed what had transpired during the couple’s absence, it became clear to Buffy that Baurus and a fellow Blade had arrived. She acknowledged that she needed to explain the nature of their business in Kvatch to both Savlian and Lucilius.

mALX- Well, better late than never for poor Baurus. Of course Buffy not coming forward after learning of Jauffre’s death didn’t help. Thanks for enjoying how we tried to use the Orphans Guild to bring out some humor, then slam things right back into perspective as we were reminded of why they are orphans.

McBadgere- Thanks for following the hand squeeze/sore muscles private joke between our couple. The next episode should help to review our treatment of how the Blades fit into things in the story.

Darkness Eternal- A warm welcome to Buffy’s world! I hope my comments above in post #236 helped provide some structure to things.

ghastley- I’m hoping that previous comment I made helped review Buffy & Baurus. You can also expect some review of that in this next episode.

SubRosa- Moria was such fun to write and, in some ways, reminds me of a younger Buffy – just with a slightly different set of ‘-isms’. Yes, Buffy and Savlian are really and finally beyond that tentative uncertain stage and have fully declared for each other. Hopefully, the couple that slays together stays together. Yes, the pieces to free Kvatch are falling into place.

KC- Thanks for your chuckle over Buffy’s sore muscles and some of Moria’s word challenges. Thank you especially for noting that our little elf wasted no time beginning to build a nest in her new canvas home. I always wished the Blades had been more involved at Kvatch. We rather carefully crafted their delay (via the death of Jauffre, etc) to support Buffy’s own delay, but they have finally arrived where they should be – at least a couple of them.

Grits- Thank you. As you pointed out, Savlian does listen carefully. His response to Buffy’s words may not be immediate, but it is clear that her needs factor very heavily into what he does. We’ll see more of that in this next episode. It was important to bring out and diffuse the potential for awkwardness involving Acadian, and this was the first private chance that Buffy had to do that.

TheBrume- Thank you! I’m so glad to see you continuing the tale of Lucius – it is a great story. Yes, this next episode should be a revealing meeting with the Blades, both reviewing the past and painting the way ahead.

liliandra nadiar- Stud River - I love it! Thank you for endorsing our dancing metaphor; the ‘I hope you dance’ theme has woven through this story. I also appreciate you noting the possibility that scrawny Buffy just might continue to ‘blossom’ for a few more years, given how slowly woodsters grow up. Baurus tracked down and met with Buffy right before she left the Imperial City for Kvatch, so she has been hoping for his arrival as part of her effort to get more fighters for Savlian.

“Lucilius should arrive with the two Blades soon,” said Savlian. “Given the implications of why they’re here, I’m surprised you didn’t share all this with me before now. You are not built to bear such burdens alone, Buffy.”

A cool breeze animated the grass on the southeastern edge of the encampment’s plateau. Our shadows, cast by a westering sun, were long over the ground as I looked down to stir the rich soil with a booted toe. After a few moments, I raised my eyes to meet Savlian’s. “Your shoulders are broad, and I know you carry the weight of Kvatch’s future upon them. I’ve sensed the toll it takes on you from the moment we met. I didn’t want to add additional concerns that may be for naught. As I told you and Lucilius, I’m not sure there are survivors - only that it might be possible due to the sustaining power of Akatosh’s altar and his disdain for Daedra. Even if Martin is somehow alive after all this time, I don’t know for certain that he is the son of Uriel Septim.”

“Some of the provinces, especially to the north, border on rebellion and the very fabric of Tamriel is in jeopardy without an emperor,” replied Savlian. “I confess to being somewhat overwhelmed to now learn that the very future of the Empire could be inside our own Chapel of Akatosh.”

“The Blades are here to assess and deal with Martin – if he lives – so you won’t have to,” I said. “After Kvatch is free and your mountain is once again the land of bear and eagle, let us focus on building a life here together. You’ve earned enough scars for a lifetime, Savlian. Someone else can nursemaid a would-be emperor or go fight on the Mara-forsaken border of Skyrim.”

The muscles of his jaw rippled. “But I have a duty to-“

“Serve an ungrateful empire that abandoned you to the very jaws of Oblivion?” I augmented my interruption by assuming ‘the position’ and continued, “Or a legion that has largely ignored your desperate plight? Have you thought about who or what is important to you after Kvatch is free of Daedra?” I closed my big mouth at that point, feeling guilty over my outburst. This beautiful man had so many things to concern himself with beyond the whining of a selfish elf. I knew this wasn’t the time or place for it but, as I looked up into the eyes that held my future, I couldn’t stop my silent thoughts: Savlian, my world has revolved around you for so very long. I’ve given up my home and will freely risk my life for you. You are more important than any empire. Will you ever be able to say the same of me?

“You’re beautiful when you do that.”

“W-when I do what?”

“Flash those blue eyes in anger as you defiantly lift that little chin and plant both hands on your hips.”

I opened my mouth then closed it again. Although disarmed by Savlian for the moment, his words had merely parried my concerns rather than addressed them. Again, I knew he had larger matters on his mind and I should simply drop it for now and support him. I hated it when Acadian told me I always had to have the last word, but I just couldn’t stop the peevish “Fine,” that eventually escaped my lips.

Savlian’s smiling expression turned serious and quite gentle as his hand cupped my cheek. “I know there is much truth in what you say, and I will think carefully on it.”

I turned my face slightly to kiss his palm, then pressed my cheek into his warm, strong hand. “That’s all I ask, Savlian. I trust my future to you.”

The softness in his eyes dissipated as his gaze traveled beyond me. “Here come our guests.”

I turned to see the two men approaching, escorted by Lucilius. I recognized the Redguard, Baurus. The other man, judging from the olive complexion and dark eyes, was a Nibenean Imperial. His black hair was pulled back into a queue. Both men’s brown robes were gathered at the waist by sword belts that each hosted a katana. I could see the toes of leather boots with each step they took. As they drew closer, Lucilius made introductions. “Dame Buffy and Captain Savlian Matius, this is Brother Baurus and Brother Arturo.”

A round of handshakes ensued. I could see now that Arturo was no stranger to violence. His nose had been broken and not healed well. A rather dramatic scar, no doubt caused by a blade, ran from the missing tip of one ear across the same cheek and down to his chin. His face – perhaps roguishly handsome at one time - was not at all favorable testimony to whoever the Blades used as healers. Of course, given the scars that adorned my own man, I -

“. . . to see you again, Buffy. Have you explained why we’re here?” My eyes snapped from Arturo’s face to that of Baurus as I realized the Redguard was speaking to me.

I nodded. “Savlian and Lucilius are aware that you are Blades and why you’re here. I’ve shared with them what I know of Martin, and explained how it’s possible there may be survivors inside the chapel.”

“Good,” replied Baurus. He then turned to Savlian. “Buffy was with me when the Emperor died and clandestinely carried his last wishes to the leader of the Blades. Grandmaster Jauffre was killed, however, before he could share or act on the information. That left Buffy as the only living soul aware of the name and location of the Emperor’s last possible heir. Alas, she is but a small elf in a large land and I lost track of her – until her name recently surfaced in the Black Horse Courier. An article about the Tournament of Archers mentioned her membership in the Mages Guild. Inquiries at the Arcane University allowed me to finally track her down.”

“Yes,” I said to Savlian, “when Baurus found me in the Imperial City, I shared with him everything Jauffre had told me.”

Arturo then spoke, “Baurus presented his findings and recommendations to Acting Grandmaster Steffan at our headquarters, who selected me to join Baurus for this investigation. Traveling as monks, we were waylaid several times by those who would take what little we carry and others merely seeking the blessing of Talos. Thus, it took nearly a tenday for us to get here.”

The Redguard then turned to Savlian. “Captain, given what you’ve heard, I hope you can appreciate our need for secrecy. We hope to avoid rumors, as well as to protect this Martin from assassins if he yet lives and is indeed the heir.”

“I see your need for discretion,” said Savlian, “and you shall have it from us. Is that the reason you present here as monks?”

“Yes,” said Arturo. “The Blades are closely aligned with Talos and our guise is not far from the truth. We hope that, beyond this meeting, you will acknowledge us simply as fighting monks who are here to help eliminate the desecration inflicted upon Akatosh’s Chapel. The fewer ears that hear we are Blades investigating a possible claim to the throne, the better.”

“I’ve known Martin for years. He’s a fine priest, but heir to the throne?” Savlian folded both arms across his chest. One hand then lifted to rub a square chin as his eyes fell upon me. After a long moment, his attention returned to the Blades. “I’ll leave it in your hands to determine matters of the Empire beyond Kvatch. I presume you’re aware that access inside the city is blocked until we can close the damn Oblivion Gate?”

“Aye,” said Baurus. “Captain, we understand who’s in charge here and appreciate your discretion and support of our task. While we’re here, our lives and blades are pledged to your service.”

“I gratefully accept your assistance,” replied Savlian. “Once the gate is closed, we’ll retake the city and you shall have access to the chapel. If Martin has survived and is indeed heir to the Empire, I understand your fealty will shift to him at that point. In the meantime, Lucilius will assign your duties.”

“Captain,“ Arturo exchanged a quick glance with his fellow Blade before continuing, “we do have other claims to the throne queued up for investigation. Do you have a plan and time frame in mind to attempt closing the Oblivion Gate?”

All eyes fell upon the Captain of Kvatch.

“I do.” Savlian looked south toward the Strid River where his attention seemed to linger for several moments. His eyes then traveled north and upward to the edge of the plateau that hid the city. Finally his gaze settled upon me, one eyebrow lifting almost imperceptibly as his eyes searched mine. I was unsure exactly what he had in mind, but I knew I would follow this man whenever and wherever he led. I dipped my chin ever so slightly in a single nod, meant only for him. Savlian then spoke, “Tomorrow morning, Buffy and I will enter the gate. Together, we’ll close it.”

Posted by: mALX Feb 3 2012, 02:34 PM

*

Oh no she didn't !!!




I'll bet that doesn't happen often, Acadian's jaw probably dropped, lol.


WOO HOO !!! The Gate !!! Awesome Write !!

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 3 2012, 03:35 PM

Never knew Savlian was a flirt.



Very touchy. So, they seem to be emotionally tied together, it seems. I had to back and read "Horses (and Elves) Need Water" for a better clarification.

"Are you hungry?"

"Only for you.”

Posted by: McBadgere Feb 3 2012, 09:50 PM

Most excellent!!!...

I did very much enjoy this...

I like these Blades...So proper...

And the alignment with Talos thing...

Brilliantly done...

Looking forward to Gateyness...

Nice one!!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Posted by: King Coin Feb 4 2012, 02:00 AM

I augmented my interruption by assuming ‘the position’

This could only mean hands on hips and chin lifted She shouldn’t so lightly insult someone she hasn’t met before though. Amused and a little disappointed in you Buffy, though exactly what I expect. I do hope she can convince Salvian to not go running around after this ordeal of closing the gate and freeing the city.

AHHH!!! The Gate!!

Posted by: Grits Feb 4 2012, 02:02 AM

Whew, what a relief to have the post- damn Gate discussion with everyone. It was great to see how Savlian responded to “the position” and the f-word.

“I’ll leave it in your hands to determine matters of the Empire beyond Kvatch.

I think that was the answer we were looking for? I know it’s a serious subject, but Savlian’s “damn Oblivion Gate” always makes me laugh.

The whole last paragraph was just beautiful. Savlian’s thoughts were easy to follow through Buffy watching him look around, and the silent communication between the couple was as sweet as the hand squeeze in the last episode. Love it!

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 4 2012, 09:38 PM

“Some of the provinces, especially to the north, border on rebellion and the very fabric of Tamriel is in jeopardy without an emperor,”
This was a welcome piece of world-building, which is to say that without an Emperor, an Empire is naturally in a precarious position.


I augmented my interruption by assuming ‘the position’ and continued,
I loved this! We all know the "position"!

“Fine,”


Baurus' discretion is very prudent. Of course he and Arturo would want to keep their true identities and purpose secret here. The last thing the need is for the Mythic Dawn to learn they missed out in killing Martin, and try again.

“Tomorrow morning, Buffy and I will enter the gate. Together, we’ll close it.”
Yes! After so long we will see the Empire Strike Back, erm, I mean the Kvatch gate closed. Seriously though, it really good to find us reaching the culmination of your tale, and seeing the Daedra thrown back to the pit whence spawned them.

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 4 2012, 10:36 PM

Hey Acadian, how does youre story tie in with other stories concerning the Kvatch Oblivion crisis?

Is there any connections I should look out for? I'm kinda interested in those aspects, because I just find it awesome. And also because I don't like my stories to contradict lore and other stories as well.

Posted by: TheBrume Feb 7 2012, 10:04 PM

I don't have much to say that hasn't been said. Just know that I really liked Buffy and Salvian's back and forth. It seemed quite realistic.

Posted by: Tábrasa Feb 8 2012, 01:31 AM

“You’re beautiful when you do that.”

“W-when I do what?”

“Flash those blue eyes in anger as you defiantly lift that little chin and plant both hands on your hips.”

Oh dear. Even when Buffy is giving a super serious view on the situation Savlian still can't resist a good flirt with her

“. . . to see you again, Buffy. Have you explained why we’re here?” My eyes snapped from Arturo’s face to that of Baurus as I realized the Redguard was speaking to me.

Hehe! When I read this I had the most awesome vison of Buffy simply gawping, open jawed. I'm not sure why...

Wehey! It's time for some gate closey-ness! I'm sure Buffy will handle it, but i am still super excited to read the next chapter!

AMAZING!

Posted by: Rihanae Feb 8 2012, 01:59 AM

So as what I can only assume is the near end of this book and it look's like it is going to end with a BANG!

I'm not sure why but Arturo seem's to terrify me with your description of his looks alone! Haha.

Well, as TheBrume noted there isn't alot to say that hasn't already been said; but with THAT said this was an amazing, funny and slightly touching chapter which is leaving me eager for more!

Great work!

Posted by: Acadian Feb 10 2012, 02:49 PM

Episode 150 carried a strong undercurrent of spoken and unspoken communication between Buffy and Savlian as they began to meld visions of their priorities and future together. Against this backdrop, our couple met with Lucilius, Baurus and Arturo. Savlian agreed to support the Blades’ investigation into a possible claim to the throne and to provide access to the chapel once the city was free. The two Blades pledged their support to Savlian’s efforts until that time. The Captain of Kvatch ended the meeting by announcing that he and Buffy would enter the Oblivion Gate the following morning.

mALX- Hee! It takes quite a bit to render Buffy speechless. Thank you!

Darkness Eternal- Thank you. Buffy and Savlian met ever so long ago and have gradually become emotionally tied together for sure. I sent you a PM touching on Buffy’s rendition of the Oblivion Crisis which is not tied to any other fanfics. Just as the Emperor told her, Buffy plays a role in the Oblivion Crisis, but it will not be her who saves it. We have featured several ‘crossovers’, but they focus on the characters and their natures, generally within isolated story lines rather than trying to meld specifics of disparate game worlds.

McBadgere- Thank you. It seemed so natural that the Blades would travel incognito, and monks of Talos seemed the perfect fit.

KC- It is so gratifying to realize that, given the context, when Buffy said she ‘assumed the position’, readers knew exactly what she meant. She is struggling a bit with her eagerness to fully support Savlian versus her hopes for their future. Some of that spilled out of her in this past episode.

Grits- Thank you. When Savlian said he would leave matters of the Empire beyond Kvatch in the hands of the Blades, Buffy’s heart sang. She is learning that the man does indeed factor her needs heavily and consistently into his decision making. And that is all she was hoping for. Happy elf! Thanks also for noting Savlian’s tradition of using of ‘damn’. We will continue to have some fun with that as it begins to rub off on his impressionable elf.

SubRosa- Thanks for appreciating the long-term effects of no Emperor on the Empire. And for instantly knowing ‘the position’! I just couldn’t imagine the Blades advertising their business by showing up in their easily identifiable armor – thanks for agreeing that their discretion was appropriate.

TheBrume- Thank you for the kind words regarding interaction between Buffy and Savlian as they adjust to actually and finally being a couple.

Tabrasa- Thank you! When it comes to Buffy, Savlian seems to deflect her concerns, then quietly think about them and make the right decision. I loved the effect you described of Buffy’s mouth gaping open during a rare speechless moment.

Rihanae- Thanks for your words about Arturo. We tried to add some interest in a short amount of space. Buffy’s detailed study of his injuries betrayed both her underlying skill as a healer, and frequent ability to ruminate her way into losing grasp of her situation.

Superian and I stood quietly nuzzling each other. This magical time right before dawn was my favorite part of the day for trying to understand things. That I had awakened in Savlian’s arms less than an hour ago continued to be like a dream come true. He understood my need to spend some time with Superian on this day that would see us enter the Deadlands. And I understood his need to write and leave behind a final letter of instruction should we not return. I had left him in our tent with a kiss, and taken from him a promise to soon join me at the stable.

After our meeting with the Blades, the rest of the previous day had been busy with preparations, repairs and inspecting our gear. Savlian had made some adjustments to the shoulder areas of my scale leather armor so it fit notably better than during our training expedition. We had culled down what we would carry to allow for the numerous full waterskins I assured him we needed.

Thoughts of the monumental task ahead had filled my afternoon with trepidation that manifested as a decidedly clingy elf. By the time we crawled into our bedding at the end of the day, I was desperate to be held. Savlian confessed that he shared my apprehension and had pulled me close. Tender kisses and gentle whispers between us gradually pushed aside thoughts of the Oblivion Gate. For a time, Savlian made the fears go away and my body responded to his.

Lovemaking inside our canvas home had necessarily been more subdued than our unrestrained romping on the bank of the Strid River. A sip of Pelena’s potion had worked wonders, restraining my volume to barely audible sighs and chirps. Savlian teased that it did not diminish my ability to provide almost nonstop commentary, albeit at a whisper. Oh, and we were very careful to observe my spell casting positional limitations, lest I set our tent ablaze in a moment of passion.

Cuddled together in the glow that followed, Savlian’s fingers stroked my hair while mine mapped the old scars covering his chest. We agreed that we could feel the Oblivion Gate – both its presence and our approaching time to enter it – return to our tent like an ominous and unwanted guest.

The mare now nickered softly as my fingers busied themselves with imagined tangles in her mane. “My paladin, I have made provisions for Superian, but what will happen to you if I die?”

“I have long wondered when you would ask. The answer, however, is likely to change how you think of your own life. Are you sure you wish to know?”

“Damn it, Acadian! I may get us killed today so don’t pull that with me. I willingly share every aspect of my life with you. When you kept your history with dragons a secret until Peryite revealed it, I thought I made it quite clear that I don’t appreciate you keeping things from me. Now, out with it.”

I could feel the paladin deliberating until finally, more of his words surrounded me, “As long as we enter the Dreamsleave together, we will emerge together. There is no telling what form we might take.”

“B-but I thought I was simply one in a long line of hosts that has sustained you over the centuries?”

“And I must confess that I have not taken steps to dissuade you of that notion,” he replied. “In truth however, you are the long line of hosts. We have taken many forms and identities, often blended together as we are now, other times side by side.”

I scratched my head, feeling more than a little overwhelmed. “You mean we could end up as a pair of Ayleids enslaving humans in the First Era?”

“Yes, or serving them in the Second astride a dragon. Roles, times and places you cannot begin to imagine.”

“A white-bearded wizard and his apprentice?” I asked, unsure why the image popped into my mind.

“Or a sorceress and her black cat familiar,” he replied.

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“Nor would you, Buffy. Your memories begin anew with each form we take – in that regard, you are very mortal. I am the repository of our history, which spans time, distance and even worlds. Although of different species, we have evolved into mutual dependence.”

“And you waited until I was imprisoned in the Imperial City nearing the age of eighteen to initially reveal yourself? I could have used your help when I was younger, you know.”

“I was with you at the moment of sunrise that marked our entry into this life – and every moment after. I wept with you through skinned knees and every taunt about your ears or size. Growing up as a small elf among humans was challenging enough without subjecting you to the additional burden of an unseen presence - until age could permit understanding.”

My head was spinning. “What of Phantom? I have seen her in your – I mean our – dreams and can often feel her presence.”

“She is an enduring shadow of our distant past.” After a moment, he added, “Once loved by a dragon, the bond is eternal.”

“By Kynareth’s wings, Acadian! How am I supposed to process all this?”

“Be at ease, Buffy. Savlian’s job today includes protecting this frail wood elf. With due care, we can live hundreds of years here before we need worry about moving on.”

“Well, I did ask. At least I know that if we do die, I won’t be orphaning you.”

Acadian’s response was silent: I’ll be quite upset if you drag us from the Deadlands into the Dreamsleave, my bowgirl.

“I’m not going to die this day,” I said.

“Not on my watch you won’t.” Savlian’s arrival explained Acadian’s shift to telepathy. My Imperial’s smile yielded to a look of gentle determination. “Buffy, we’re a well-trained team and draw courage from each other. We will rise to whatever is required to bring each other home. It is Oblivia who will not survive this day.”

I mustered a grin of bravado as I tried to set aside the distraction of Acadian’s revelations. “Yes, you and I will finally close that damn gate.”

Savlian gave me a crooked smile and a wink. “Where did you learn such unsavory language?”

“Where do you think?” I playfully poked at the dark wolf head on his camouflaged surcoat.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I know we’re taking almost no food that we may carry more water, but nothing says we can’t enter the Deadlands with full bellies.” Savlian presented a small bag. “Weedum-Ja just provided this for us when I stopped by her kitchen.”

We issued carrots to Superian and each of her stable mates. By the time Savlian and I did justice to some bread, a wedge of cheese and some smoked venison strips, the eastern horizon had grown cheerful with the promise of a rising sun. After I tossed a kiss over one shoulder to my mare, Savlian and I started up the hill, each munching a carrot.

Both of us were dressed and equipped the same way we had been during our training expedition to Fort Agarctova, except for less food and a lot more water. I noted Savlian’s leather boots were much quieter than the steel ones he would normally wear defending the barricade.

By the time we passed Camp Defiance, the carrots were gone and my crunching turned to chatter. “Did you finish your letter?”

“Aye,” he replied. “If we don’t return from the Deadlands, Lucilius will find his battlefield commission in our tent and assume full command of Kvatch.”

“A prudent precaution, but it will be unnecessary, I’m sure. We will destroy that gate and bring each other home.” To brighten the mood, I then gave my voice to song - as much for the butterflies in my stomach as for Savlian.

The familiar sights and sounds of the Daedric sky soon loomed overhead. As we crested the plateau, I could see Ilend Vonius’ watch team – including Gladius and Dreelius – arrayed against the flaming portal to Oblivion.

Lucilius and Sigrid both waited behind the perimeter and, as they noted our approach, strode to meet us. “Hail, Milady, Captain.” Lucilius’ gauntleted fist crashed into the wolf on his chest. “You both look dressed to exploit whatever cover and shadow you may find inside Oblivia.”

Savlian lowered his own bare fist from the almost hidden wolf on his subdued surcoat. “Aye. Let’s put her to rest.” He turned to the Nord in blue. “Thanks for being here to wish one of your mages well, Sigrid.” His eyes then returned to his fellow soldier. “What are your questions, Lucilius?”

“I presume you’ve checked over the rigging of each other’s armor?” After Savlian and I both nodded, Lucilius continued, “Both quivers full?”

“Twenty five arrows each,” I replied.

“Plenty of full waterskins?”

“Can’t you hear us sloshing?” joked Savlian.

Sigrid addressed her question to me, “Healing potions?”

“Only a few for me,” I said. “I will heal Savlian if he is in need. I have dispel and restore magicka potions as well. Oh, and a full complement of poisons of course.”

“Repair hammer?” asked Lucilius.

“Nay,” replied Savlian, “Buffy can summon one as we need it.”

Lucilius pulled a pair of rings from the bag that I had given he and Savlian my first day at Kvatch. “You’ll need these.”

Savlian took one of the rings of fire shielding and slipped it on.

I displayed my fingers. “I’m already wearing one. I enchanted it long ago for this occasion.”

Lucilius returned the offered ring to its bag. “I’m relieved to hear that, Milady. That was the smallest of the lot and quite too large for you I’m sure.” His smile faded as he turned to Savlian. “Last minute instructions, sir?”

Savlian nodded. “I know we’ve discussed retaking the city, but I want you to oversee detailed assault planning. Ilend can help with the layout inside the walls, and Merandil can draw up fire support plans. Rely on Sigrid for matters involving healing and the use of mages.”

“Understood, sir.” Lucilius then turned to me. “Milady, inside that gate you will be filling my role as the Captain’s second in command. I’ll rely on you to provide wise counsel, and perhaps a touch of prudence when required.”

My hands found their way around Savlian’s arm. “I’ll bring him back, Lucilius.”

“And you, Savlian Matius,” admonished Sigrid, “don’t break one of my mages. The Kvatch guild chapter attracts few enough as it is.”

He answered Sigrid’s smile with a wink, “Not to worry, Magister. Buffy’s a small target and fits behind my shield just fine.” As if to emphasize his words, he slipped the steel disc from his back and fitted it to his left hand and forearm.

Savlian and I then moved forward into the defensive line. He engaged briefly in comfortable banter with each member of the watch team, culminating with an agreement to bring back any Daedric whiskey we found.

The butterflies in my stomach took full flight at the sound of Savlian’s arming sword sliding ominously from its scabbard. I slipped on my pair of detect life rings to join the one of fire shielding, then pulled Slayer from my shoulder. We moved up to the gate and staged just off to one side in order to preserve a clear field of fire for the watch team.

“Ready, my scout?”

“Yes, my captain.”

I then followed my hero into the jaws of Oblivion.

Posted by: mALX Feb 10 2012, 03:51 PM

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These blew me away! Loved the whole section on their past and possible future, the explanation for why Acadian didn't show up till she was 18. And now, on to the gate !! Awesome Write !!

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Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 10 2012, 04:48 PM

Ohh. . I like how the potions can be added in some situations that does not involve battle or survival, but intimacy. Reminds me of that woman with the Dibella statue in her home who likes to use stamina potions and "Horker horns" and leather straps . I love this part here because it's mostly love rather than base lust.



Yes, wouldn't want to die just yet, now would we? Though I always imagined dying in the Deadlands meant your soul or body getting claimed by Dagon. Hmm. I must do research!

And I love this chapter, because it was simply great with an awesome cliffhanger in the end. Can't wait to revisit Dagon's plane of Oblivion through their eyes! You kept me waiting!

"Damn it, Acadian!"

Posted by: mALX Feb 10 2012, 05:32 PM

And Stallion potion...

Posted by: MyCat Feb 11 2012, 02:26 AM

They're becoming quite a team.

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 11 2012, 02:33 AM

This magical time right before dawn was my favorite part of the day for trying to understand things.
I am not sure if this was intentional, I suspect it is, but this is so appropriate for Azura's Child of Dawn.

That was a brilliant revelation of the Acadian/Buffy bond. I really like this better then the idea of it just being a sudden, chance pairing one night in prison (that sounds creepy in a way I did not intend! ).

Now Oblivion awaits! Oorah!

Posted by: Grits Feb 11 2012, 02:51 AM

Savlian teased that it did not diminish my ability to provide almost nonstop commentary, albeit at a whisper. Oh, and we were very careful to observe my spell casting positional limitations, lest I set our tent ablaze in a moment of passion.

How funny! Always a chatterbox. I’m so relieved that they didn’t accidentally invent the spell “Lovers Explode.”

The whole revelation of Buffy and Acadian’s history was mesmerizing. This demanding reader imagines all kinds of possibilities!

Oh, and Buffy’s “unsavory language” had me in stitches. And now (gulp) into the Gate!!

Posted by: King Coin Feb 11 2012, 03:54 AM

Oh, and we were very careful to observe my spell casting positional limitations, lest I set our tent ablaze in a moment of passion.
I was thinking that it is very fortunate that Buffy isn’t very skilled in destruction magic.

Sounds like Acadian and Buffy have been together a lot longer than we originally thought.

I like Savlian’s entrance. Not on my watch you won’t.

This is exciting! They’ve entered the gate!!

Posted by: McBadgere Feb 11 2012, 04:36 AM

Wow...I've loved this story since first I watched over everyone's shoulder prior to inflicting New Kvatch upon you all...

But I can honestly say that this was by a country mile, my absolute fave chapter ever...

Yes, this made me laugh...

Nothing worse than hot sex gone wrong... ...Tonight on Living!!...

But the whole of the rest just made my jaw drop...

The whole Acadian/Buffy thing...I loved that absolutely...Sooo beautiful...Took me back many years to fun discussions I had with chums about stuff similar to that...

And then the talk at the end of the battle planning...

And for some reason...Not entirely sure what as yet...But I'm sure I'll figure it out...The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when Salvian put the shield on his arm...

*Bows down*...I am absolutely in awe...

Fantastic mate...

Nice one!!... ...

*Applauds heartily*...

Posted by: Tábrasa Feb 11 2012, 07:47 PM

Wow. Just... wow.

What an amazing chapter! Touching, revealing, passionate and just unexplainably awesome!

From Buffy's pride to a successfull late night actvity with her Hero, to her preparing to enter Oblivia.

There isn't a single sentance i can specifcally point out to describe and single out what i loved the most as it was all incredible.

I could almost feel the subtle tension Buffy when as she was about to enter the Deadlands.

I'm SOO excited for the next chapter!

Posted by: ghastley Feb 14 2012, 08:12 PM

By the end of that piece, I had visions of them turning back to get a second copy of the check list. They appear to be almost as well prepared for what comes next as their author.

So now I'm expecting the unexpected.

Posted by: TheBrume Feb 14 2012, 09:34 PM

Awesome, simply awesome.

This ^ just... works. I think it's a great ending to a great episode.

I can't wait to see what happens next.

Posted by: Acadian Feb 17 2012, 02:09 PM

In Episode 151, Buffy asked her paladin what would happen to him if she died. Acadian’s surprising revelations were interrupted as Savlian joined Buffy. The two made their way up to the city and finally entered the jaws of Oblivion.

mALX- I was quite nervous about Acadian’s reveal and so very much appreciate your warm endorsement!

Darkness Eternal- Thank you! I too love Pelena’s ‘little moaner’ potion because it helps to humorously show both an aspect of Buffy’s nature as well as the role a town alchemist (like Pelena’s father) would likely play in providing solutions to a host of routine concerns and conditions of daily life. Somewhat similar to Buffy’s tooth cleaning powder, hair care recipes or Falanu’s potions to ease menstrual cramping.

MyCat- Thank you for noting the teamwork that Savlian and Buffy are forging as they try to meld their disparate fighting styles and lives.

SubRosa- Thanks for noting our intentional use of dawn. Not only in the passage you cited but here as well: ’I was with you at the moment of sunrise that marked our entry into this life – and every moment after.’ Her role as a Slayer and Child of Dawn will someday (in a future book) come heavily into play. I’m so pleased that you liked Acadian’s revelations. I’m glad I previously kept things a little vague, as our views on the matter have gradually evolved into what you read.

Grits- Loved your acknowledgement that Buffy’s such a chatterbox - even when, well, you know. Now she’s even picked up Savlian’s bad habit of using the word ‘damn’! I’m also very relieved that you and others liked Acadian’s revelations.

KC- Thank you! I just couldn’t resist the possible threat of Buffy burning down their tent in a moment of passion! Whew! They have finally entered that Oblvion Gate!

McBadgere- I am so humbled by your kind words, my friend - on the episode overall as well as your support and understanding of the enduring and mystical relationship between elf and paladin.

Tábrasa- Thank you so much! I’m deeply gratified that you felt a little of what Buffy did when Savlian ominously drew Legion steel before they entered that gate.

ghastley- Thanks! I thought the ‘checklist’ would be a creative way of both summarizing some of their preparations as well as providing insights into the wise competence of both Lucilius and Sigrid.

TheBrume- Thank you for those kind words. I’m so enjoying Lucius’ adventures in your wonderful story of his journey to knighthood.

All- And so, as Book 1 passes a quarter million words, Buffy commences her effort to close that infernal gate – the first step in freeing Savlian’s city. She and her mate will spend several episodes in the attempt. As with everything Kvatch, the game’s depiction will be somewhat recognizable, but we are not wedded to its details.

No sooner had the heat of the Deadlands embraced us when a scamp slammed into Savlian’s shield. As the Daedra staggered back, it tasted two rapid slashes of Legion steel.

The dead creature had not yet hit the ground when Savlian commanded, “Split!” He stepped to his left while I slid to the right. Two fireballs passed close between us, feeding the flaming portal to our rear.

I warned, “Casting!” then did so. My first swirl of emerald magicka slowly trailed over the armored head of a charging clannfear – I had underestimated the beast’s stunning speed. A second cast of the same spell thankfully found its mark. The Daedra promptly whirled to turn upon two flame-wielding atronachs.

“Let the clannfear do our work,” I said, stepping behind the safety of Savlian. As I poisoned and nocked an arrow, one of the atronachs fell to the teeth and claws of our temporary ally. “Get down,” I said with an inner calm provided by the man in front of me.

Savlian dropped to one knee as I aimed over his shoulder and waited. When the second atronach fell, I loosed. The clannfear survived the impact of my arrow and, as the green tinge of my poison spread, lowered its head and charged.

Savlian rose to his feet, ready to meet the oncoming beast. At about ten paces from us, the battered and burned Daedra succumbed to my poison. Momentum carried the fallen clannfear almost to our feet.

After quickly scanning around us, I reported what my rings revealed, “We have a safe foothold for now. Welcome to the Deadlands.”

“Mystic archer is a good description for you.”

“And safe haven of steel is a fine one for you.”

We looked around. The black and red lightning-laced sky that growled ceaselessly with thunder was similar to that just outside the flaming gate. The feeling of being baked alive was not. I hadn’t experienced the oppressive heat since my time on the plains of Peryite, where I had learned to hunt and kill the minions of Daedra Lords. Every depression in this land seemed to spawn pools and streams of burning lava. Even the giant gray rocks hosted cracks oozing the orange stuff.

Straight ahead of us, and at good distance, we could make out the top of a large tower. A wide trail leading toward it was blocked by a massive set of what Savlian called war gates.

We soon discovered these gates were held closed by a mechanism of gears and chains that featured no evident controls. Peering through a crack between the enormous doors, we could see several corpses that had been reduced to bones and mail. Their equipment and remnants of charred surcoats identified them. Beyond the bodies was another set of closed war gates.

“This is the killing zone Ilend described,” growled Savlian through clenched teeth.

Augmenting my detect life range with a spell, I spied some distant pink glows well off to our right and angrily stabbed a finger in their direction. “Daedra.” I then stepped off toward them, only to be restrained by a strong hand on my shoulder.

“Whoa, my scout. We’re not here to explore or hunt the Deadlands. We’ve a job to do.”

“I want to kill every one of them for what they did to your soldiers,” I hissed. “I know the nightmares that the deaths of these brave soldiers have caused you.”

The hand on my shoulder moved to my cheek. “Getting to and removing the sigil stone is our objective here. Doing so will deliver our vengeance. I’m counting on you to help me do that. We need to find a way around these gates to that tower.”

“You’re right,” I admitted.

As we stood facing the impassable gates, the trail to our right appeared to drop into a sea of lava in the distance. We decided to go left in search of a way around the barricades of massive rocks, rivers of flame and broken structures that were sheared to impossible angles by upheavals of the land itself.

We soon encountered a small tower. After some debate we cleared it, dispatching several Daedra. Not surprisingly, this tower did not contain the sigil stone we sought. We did, however, locate a large set of gears with a lever that loudly set them in motion.

Optimistically returning to the war gates, we were disappointed to discover that our efforts had opened only the farther set of them. Access to the bodies of Savlian’s soldiers and the direct path to the large tower that we suspected contained the sigil stone still eluded us.

Frustrated, we retraced our steps to the small tower we had just cleared, then continued along a path that kept a sea of lava to our left and large rocks on our right. My rings and the distances involved allowed me to snipe off any Daedra that we could not bypass.

We lost track of time, but the rugged trek and oppressive heat soon rendered me exhausted. Under a rock overhang that we assessed as providing adequate cover and concealment, we took a break. I cast a spell to help counter my fatigue. Even without the heat, I wasn’t used to traveling such distances without Superian.

Savlian handed me a waterskin before wringing the sweat from of his headband and retying it. “I see now why we need so much water here. I’m thankful to you for the heat protection on my shield and ring. How’re you holding up, my elf?”

“Bosmer hail from warm climes and my armor is lighter than yours, but I too am grateful for the extra ring I’m wearing to help dissipate heat.” After brushing a hand filled with chilling magic over the precious reservoir, I lifted my face and squeezed several seconds of the cool liquid down my throat. Here.” I passed the waterskin to him, then sat down to rest. After checking Slayer’s bowstring, I produced Azura’s Star and recharged the weapon. “Assuming we survive closing this gate, do you think retaking Kvatch will prove difficult?”

After a long pull of water, Savlian sat beside me and replied, “I’m not sure what to expect behind the city’s walls. Do you really think there could be survivors in the chapel after all this time?”

“I hope so, Savlian.” My body welcomed the break, but my head remained on a swivel, continuously verifying that no approaching pink glows threatened our respite. “I do not question Akatosh’s power to purge Daedra from his house though; as I explained to you and Lucilius, I saw him dispel my own summoned scamp inside his priory at Gottlesfont. What of Kvatch’s rulers? Is there a small chapel to Akatosh in the royal quarters? Or perhaps a secret underground escape like the Emperor used in his attempt to leave The Imperial City?”

Savlian shook his head. “No, and both Count Ormellius and Countess Odalys were in the castle during the attack, along with Morandor.”

“You mean Sigrid’s predecessor?”

“Yes, the Altmeri guildmagister also served as court mage. If there was any hope for the Count and Countess, it would have been with Kvatch’s gold reserves in the castle’s vault near the royal chambers. It was not provisioned to withstand a siege though.”

I took his hand and pressed it to my lips. “What a terrible night that must have been.”

“Aye. The guards on royal detail at the time, along with Morandor, would have defended the Goldwines to their deaths. I focused the rest of my force’s effort on killing Daedra and trying to save children, not nobles. I’m sure there are those who would second guess my priorities.”

“I’ll bet the orphans in Tavia’s guild are not among them,” I said.

Frowning, he concluded, “I don’t harbor much hope for the royal family, but the city must still be freed and rebuilt.”

“I know, Savlian. Together, we’ll create a home for ourselves, even as the bear and eagle return to your mountain.” My smile faded. “Thank you for letting me rest; I’m ready to continue now.”

We resumed our trek between rocks and lava, navigating by occasional glimpses of our objective. There were several Daedra scattered along our way, but we were able to bypass or pick them off before being seen. Finally, the rocks yielded to a large open area and we stared up at not one, but three towers. The two smaller spires were connected to the larger by narrow sky bridges perhaps half way up their height. Atop each, a handful of curved spikes rose up as if to claw the lightning-filled sky. A bright light struggled to escape from the summit of the largest structure.

After dispatching several Daedra guarding the approach, we discovered the only entrance was at the base of the large tower.

As we neared, Savlian said, “I take it this is likely one of those doors your detect life can’t penetrate?”

I nodded. “We won’t know what’s beyond until we pass through it.” With me safely tucked behind Savlian, we slipped inside.

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 17 2012, 03:19 PM

Love the teamwork here! B&S are putting those hard-earned lessons from Fort Agar-whatsis to good use here. That was some welcome!

“I want to kill every one of them for what they did to your soldiers,”
That is our Buffy, cuddly as a... well, you know.

I enjoyed your descriptions of the heat of the Deadlands. It is an oppressive shroud hanging over our heroes. No surprise from a writer who lives in the New Vegas desert!

A nice discussion between B&S about the night of the attack, and some good world-building as we learned more of the Countess, the former guild leader/court wizard, etc...

Now we get to the meat of it! I am sure all of use OB players remember those 3 towers well. B&S are in for a tough grind.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 17 2012, 04:26 PM

What I liked about this episode was the way you had Savlian tell Buffy about Kvatch, rather than describe it yourself. That way we see more of Savlian, and his viewpoint, and decisions, and not just what went on. And of course, Buffy's reactions to that.

Not to mention the detailed description of the first Daedra encounter for the team, so you could just write "snipe off any Daedra we could not bypass" and we don't miss the action.

Then a nice mini-cliffhanger for the Tower entrance. That detail of not being able to detect through the door just adds to the tension.

Posted by: McBadgere Feb 17 2012, 07:18 PM

Brilliant!!...And yes, it's making me want to do the MQ again... ...

Loving all the descriptions of Kvatch, I can picture the scene of the defenders fighting to the death...Brilliantly done...

Looking forward to the next part to see what comes next for the duo...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Posted by: mALX Feb 17 2012, 07:41 PM

Loved the synchronistic fighting technique between Buffy and Matias! Like a well oiled machine together!

Very impressive view of the deadlands, your descriptions left a clear visual image even had I not been so familiar with them !! Awesome Write !!


** Edit: Never mind, I read it again without the puppy distraction and he had a very good explanation, lol. Sorry, told you it was probably me !!! Great Write !!

Posted by: Grits Feb 17 2012, 10:22 PM

The whole opening sequence was a wonderful display of skill and teamwork, as well as a testament to the sturdiness of the clannfear. This is not a walk in the woods.

Augmenting my detect life range with a spell, I spied some distant pink glows well off to our right and angrily stabbed a finger in their direction. “Daedra.” I then stepped off toward them, only to be restrained by a strong hand on my shoulder.

This and the passage that followed were a sharp reminder that Buffy is a predator with a vengeful streak, it’s not all matching boots and hair glop. Savlian captured the butterfly, and now he deals with the dragon. And he was awesome!! No sign of hands on hips at all.

Then Buffy shows her stuff, calmly explaining that she bypassed or sniped off all of the other Daedra. They arrived at the big tower ready to meet what’s inside, not staggering from fight after fight. What a team!

The talk during the water break has me already excited for the next battle, and even thinking about what challenges they will face afterward. It finally clicked in my head that Buffy’s status as a minor noble might be helpful once Kvatch is free. But first, the tower!

Posted by: King Coin Feb 18 2012, 04:56 AM

Buffy and Savlian have enemies waiting for them!

Oh I like how Buffy stands behind Savlian and shoots the clannfear at the beginning. Let his steel protect her. Aravi does the same with Kharjo at times.

As always, Buffy acts on her passions. I’m glad Savlian was able to grab her and keep her on task.

I’m happy that you included the descriptions of the heat of the deadlands and the effects of the heat on Buffy. Their talk of the night of the attack and a little bit of the future was nice.

With me safely tucked behind Savlian
Just where a little elf should be!

Posted by: Zalphon Feb 18 2012, 11:53 PM

The Deadlands...

The only place that'll clear your sinuses, then give you "Dust Pneumonia".

Anyways, I did enjoy this chapter

Posted by: Acadian Feb 24 2012, 02:17 PM

During Episode 152, Buffy and Savlian discovered twin sets of war gates blocking the direct path to a tower they believed held the sigil stone powering the Kvatch Oblivion Gate. Only able to open one set of the massive gates, they were forced to take a more circuitous route toward their objective. They finally arrived at what they discovered was a complex of not one, but three towers. After clearing the approach, they entered the largest.

SubRosa- Thank you. B&S do seem to have developed some effective teamwork. We indeed hoped to let Savlian fill in a bit about Kvatch, even as Buffy subtly expressed the beginning of concerns about how her skills could possibly help in a large scale assault to retake the city. I think Bethesda did a good job with the Deadlands. I can almost feel the heat coming from the lava and rocks when in Dagon’s realm.

ghastley- I’m glad you liked that Savlian helped fill in some of the background from the night of the invasion. I also appreciate what I’ll take as an endorsement of how we’re doing at trying to balance combat, romance, background and story while slogging through the Deadlands. Thanks!

McBadgere- Well that seals it! I’m really glad we paused briefly for Savlian to reflect on the night of the invasion.

mALX- Thanks for noting how well Savlian and his scout are working together. I think their training and recent inseparableness have helped greatly. I’m so glad you approved of how we tried to ‘paint’ the look and feel of the Deadlands.

Grits- Thank you! I was hoping to display that while quite a bit of Buffy’s fighting is elegant unseen death from afar, it is certainly punctuated by moments of sheer terror. Every time she passes through a loading screen door, her heart is in her throat. Thanks for pointing out that despite her nurturing nature, she is still a predator. Thanks even more for mentioning the duality of her butterfly/dragon spirit.

KC- Thank you! That is why I love seeing the protectiveness that Kharjo provides for Aravi. We can so readily identify with the comfort it provides. Yes, Savlian seems effective at gently keeping the distractible Buffy on task.

Zalphon- Yes, the Deadlands is a harsh place. It was the Plains of Peryite where Buffy learned that water limits how long you can stay. That is why they are nearly sloshing with full waterskins. Thank you!

Loud screeching announced our presence upon entering this largest of three towers. The two clannfears then charged. A ball of flame billowed our way from across the large circular chamber.

“Dodge left!” barked Savlian. We danced aside in unison as the fireball passed close by on our right and impacted the door behind us.

“I’ll disappear and get the caster,” I said urgently as my right fist spiked upward. While I slipped out to the side, Savlian shield-bashed one clannfear into its comrade. After a glance to see that I was safely invisible, he quickly sidestepped a short distance along the wall until able to back into a small alcove where he could face only one Daedra at a time. I ran toward the source of the fireball.

As I touched the back of my foe, a spell building in fiery hands fizzled. Paralyzed, the Daedric woman of flame began to fall. Slayer and my arms became visible as some of the atronach’s life force traveled up a slender orange beam to augment my own. One hand shot into my quiver. As my prey began to recover, Slayer propelled her right back to the floor. A second arrow extinguished both pink glow and flame. The song of Azura’s Star was still echoing in my big ears as I sprinted back to Savlian.

One of the clannfears lay dead. The other was locked in a battle of teeth and claw versus steel. I managed to briefly grasp the whipping tail, paralyzing the beast and absorbing some of its life. Savlian exploited the opening by viciously thrusting his blade into the junction of scaly throat and upper chest, killing the Daedra.

After a panicky scan, I panted, “It’s clear of nearby threats.” I then cast a spell on each of us to accelerate catching our breath.

“Are you all right?” Savlian’s eyes swept over me. “That was quite the welcome.”

Looking at the deep gash on one side of his face, I replied, “I’m not injured, but you are. Let me heal you.”

He wiped his blade on the claw-shredded tatters of his surcoat. “It’s only some cuts.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I admonished. “I need you in perfect health if you’re going to keep me alive. Now hold still.” I tried not to wince as the white magic from my hands explored. Besides the cut on his face, one rib was cracked and his chest and arms were battered. I was not surprised, given that he had been cornered by two clannfears! Satisfied that I could fully heal him, I began the process of mending bone, knitting flesh and easing the bruising. I proceeded slowly so I could control the rate at which I willingly – no, lovingly - absorbed his pain. I feared that if I whimpered or cried out, Savlian would put a stop to my healing. When I finally allowed the bond to fade, he helped me to the floor so I could rest.

Sitting beside me, he said, “Although you try to hide it, I can tell that your healing causes you some pain.”

“Only a little bit,” I lied. “Not nearly as much as you endure when defending me.”

“I don’t question your authority as a healer, Buffy, but why do you not simply give me a potion?”

“They take up space I prefer devoting to poisons – dead foes can’t hurt us. We can also run out of them but, more importantly, potions cannot diagnose or assess injuries. They apply their healing indiscriminately throughout the body, wasting much of their effect.”

“Your healing is different?”

I nodded. “By laying on of hands, my magic is focused much more efficiently to fully heal the areas that I can tell actually need it. A potion would not have known to concentrate on your broken rib. Nor could it have fully closed that fresh cut on your cheek without a trace, as I have done. You have enough scars, my brave man.”

“I’m grateful for your magical skill and nurturing nature, my elf.” He then produced one of our waterskins. “The air is just as hot in here as outside.” As I started to rise into a casting position to chill the water for him, he gently restrained me. “Rest, and let your magic replenish. It doesn’t need to be cold, just wet. Open your mouth.”

Even while drinking our fill, I maintained my vigil for pink glows. Once feeling better, I rose to one knee and lifted a glowing fist. My fingers opened, spilling conjuration magic, then quickly closed to grasp the handle of a repair hammer. Presenting my handiwork to Savlian, I said, “It should last long enough to do some field repairs.”

“We make a good pair,” he said while tapping out the larger dents on his shield.

I smiled as I transferred the magic from Azura’s Star to Slayer. “Perhaps you will keep me then?” We shared a welcome laugh as I refilled my quiver from his.

We then navigated ramps and stairs that led upward, encountering a small number of Daedra along our way; most of them fell to Slayer without ever seeing us. Several levels up, we came to a chamber dominated by a central column that appeared to be of pure magical energy, the color of flame. “We must be headed the right way,” said Savlian as his eyes followed the burning pillar until it disappeared into the upper recesses of the tower.

“I bet our sigil stone’s up there somewhere,” I replied. “Which of these three doors do you think we should try?”

“I don’t see any differences among them,” said Savlian. “Stay behind me until we sort out what’s on the other side.” He then led me to one of the doors and tried the handle. “Damn.” He shook it vigorously, then stepped back. “Can you unlock it?”

Casting my spell failed to do so. “It must require a special key. Maybe one of the other doors is not locked?”

The next one proved just as unyielding.

It was the third door that willingly granted passage. We found ourselves on one of the narrow sky bridges we had noticed from the ground. At this height, we could see all the way along the wide trail that was blocked by the one set of war gates we had been unable to open. Beyond the gates was the flaming portal back to Kvatch. In fact, the view revealed that this realm appeared to be a large rocky island surrounded by a sea of burning . . . .

“Perhaps that tower ahead will yield some help toward our upward progress.” Savlian’s words brought me out of my academic ruminations.

We proceeded across the aerial span. As soon as we entered the smaller spire, I warned, “Casting,” then reached around Savlian and loosed an emerald swirl into the scamp that had declared our presence. The Daedra then stood calmly while a mighty slash of Legion steel separated head from body.

We were standing on a narrow sloping ramp that ringed the inner wall from the ground to the top of the tower. “There are no life signs below us, but I see two above. And Savlian, they appear humanoid.”

“Dremora?”

“That would be my guess,” I replied.

The band of black linen under which Savlian slipped a finger to scratch his head was rusty and white now from dried blood and sweat. “We need to find a way to unlock those other doors back inside the large tower. Let’s check below first. If we’re lucky, we may find a key and be able to bypass the Dremora above.”

Our quick descent and check below proved futile. We began a stealthy spiral climb up the narrow ramp toward the top of this smaller tower. Our ascent was stopped cold by a deep voice that sounded like steel cutting glass:

“You should not be here, mortal. Your blood is forfeit, your flesh is mine!”

Posted by: ghastley Feb 24 2012, 02:57 PM

I play this game too much. I'm thinking "two clannfears and a flame atronach means level ..." and working out what kind of Dremora is waiting in the Rending Halls.

I need to sit back and let you tell this version. You're doing it much better than the software does.

Like the conjured repair hammer. Is that a real mod or a virtual one?

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 24 2012, 05:45 PM

As ever, you write Buffy's lethal efficiency as it were poetry, accompanied by the song of Azura's Star no less. You give us everything we expected from the long fight through the sigil towers. Monsters galore, and our intrepid heroes showing all of their hard-won skills to win the day. So far...


nits:
In fact, the view revealed that this realm appeared to be a large rocky island surrounded by a sea of burning-
I think the Marooned Dragon ate the rest of your sentence!

Posted by: ghastley Feb 24 2012, 05:58 PM

I read this as Savlian's interruption eating the rest of the sentence. Maybe the hyphen's not enough and an ellipsis would be better?

Posted by: King Coin Feb 25 2012, 03:24 AM

Savlian’s used to fighting on with injuries, judging just by the number of scars Buffy saw on him. I really like Buffy’s explanation of why she prefers magic over potions. That’s awesome! I do hope Buffy packed a few emergency potions when there simply is not time to do a thorough and proper healing with magic.

Good Sav, making sure Buffy doesn’t expend magic for something as frivolous as chilled water.

Nice description of the Dremora’s voice. I wonder what the other life sign is?

Posted by: Grits Feb 25 2012, 05:10 AM

That was a tense and exciting close quarters fight in the base of the tower! Buffy really got to use her spells. She and Savlian were both very impressive, and then during the healing we got to see the physical cost. I so much admire the beautiful economy of words here. I also found the potion vs. spell discussion interesting, and a nice breather before they tackled the rest of the tower.

Our ascent was stopped cold by a deep voice that sounded like steel cutting glass:

“You should not be here, mortal. Your blood is forfeit, your flesh is mine!”

What a chilling moment. I’m already full of dreadful anticipation for the next episode!!

Posted by: McBadgere Feb 25 2012, 03:08 PM

It's that dude in the cage isn't it?...The one that tells you you need the sigil keeper's key...

Aaamywho...

Absolutely loved it...Brilliantly done...The fight against the Clanfears was ace!!...

Loving the paralysis/absorb health magicks...Nicely done...

And yet again, the way Buffy heals by seeing the wounds is so beautifully done...

I'm really excited to see this whole 'going into the gate' section play out...

Absolutely wonderful mate...

Nice one!!... ...

*Applauds heartily*...

Posted by: mALX Feb 25 2012, 09:36 PM

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Only halfway down the page, and I have found so many places I'd like to quote. This was such a well written glimpse inside an Oblivion gate that every scene can be clearly envisioned, Buffy's fear for Matias is tangible to the reader.

This line I have to quote for its sheer Buffiness:

If anyone doesn't know Buffy and is reading her for the first time, that line is her personified, and at her most endearing.

Once again the sychronistic fighting is amazingly written, easily pictured.

I have to say, this is one of my top favorite chapters written to date. AWESOME job on this chapter, Acadian !!!

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Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 26 2012, 05:58 PM

I'll admit. I like the weapon's name; Slayer. And this latest chapter proved just that. Hacking away at the scaly Daedric ilk as if it were a knife through scrib jelly!

Interesting part right there. A little healing magic 101.

The ending already has everyone anticipating what will happen, especially with that gurgling Dremora, whom I loved to slay in Oblivion by the way. Look forward to seeing Buffy(With Slayer) and Savlin kick some Daedric tail! Keep it up!

Posted by: Tage Feb 29 2012, 11:43 PM

Hi. I've been a long time admirer of this story. I'm just sorry I haven't registered and commented earlier!
Anyway, I thought this last episode was excellent (though I've yet to see a Buffy episode which was not excellent).

Posted by: Acadian Mar 2 2012, 02:02 PM

In Episode 153, Savlian and Buffy continued searching for the sigil stone inside Kvatch’s Oblivion Gate. Their upward progress in the largest of three towers was paused by a trio of locked/warded doors. The only one they could open allowed passage across a sky bridge to one of the smaller towers. There, it seems they have just been challenged by the voice of a Dremora.

ghastley- Thank you! Although I’ll claim some creative vagueness regarding creatures vs levels, we should think of Buffy’s level at this point as in the mid teens. We’ll only see a couple of the ‘bigger’ Daedra in this book. Summoning a repair hammer is a ‘virtual mod’.

SubRosa- Thanks for those kind words! Sorry for the confusion as Buffy’s rumination was cut off by Savlian’s comments. Ghastley nailed our intent, but I did make a small change to enhance clarity.

KC- Thanks. Given that Buffy’s style of healing involves absorbing pain from her patients, Savlian’s question as to why not use potions was a fair one. It gave her an opportunity to ‘splain her empathic healing. Yes, those Dremora do have an eerily chilling voice!

Grits- Thank you! I’m trying to balance progression in the gate with what I hope is the natural development of depth between S&B. Buffy’s puny endurance and prodigious detect life range conspire to both require and allow the little breaks they are taking. Your words are very comforting in that regard.

McBadgere- Hopefully S&B can deal with that gravelly voiced Dremora. Then, yes, that other glow at the top of the tower is ‘that dude in the cage’. Thanks for appreciating Buffy’s empathic/laying on of hands type of healing.

mALX- Gosh thanks for nailing what I was trying to show here! Buffy can be pretty dangerous, but she is also stunningly nurturing.

Darkness Eternal- Buffy named her bow after she learned that Azura both blessed and cursed her with being a Slayer. In fact we developed some Buffy lore on Slayers during the storyline ‘Child of Dawn’ (Episodes 20-26 near the end of Thread 1). Also peculiar to Buffy’s lore is that she heals like a paladin or priest (laying on of hands) instead of a mage. It seems that blessing/curse is courtesy of the paladin that travels inside her. Thank you!

Tage- I can’t tell you how delighted I am to realize that you are reading and took the time to grace us with a kind comment! Thank you, and I so hope we can continue to earn your readership.

The monster stepped into view. A full helm that matched the black and crimson plate armor hid whatever served as a face. A blood-red sash was wrapped around armored hips. Gauntleted hands brandished both arming sword and shield.

Between the Dremora and I stood Savlian Matius on the narrow ramp that curled around the inner wall of this small tower. His protection also served to block any shot I might attempt. “Back away, Buffy,” he commanded calmly. “I need room.”

I needed no further encouragement to quickly put half a dozen paces of buffer between us.

Savlian also began slowly backing down the ramp.

“Cowardly mortals!” growled the Dremora. It then charged.

Savlian deftly sidestepped the Daedric warrior’s overconfident thrust by sliding toward the wall. He then shield bashed the armored shoulder of his charging attacker, channeling its momentum over the edge of the ramp. After a crash of plate armor rose from the tower’s base, I managed to croak, “The beast’s glow is extinguished.”

Savlian was already crouched with leveled sword. He was peering upward, and waiting. The Dremora had been but one of two similarly shaped glows hidden above us.

“Ilend? Is that you?” The urgent words from the tower’s upper reaches were decidedly human.

“Menien!” called Savlian, clearly recognizing the voice. He quickly headed up the ramp. I followed and we soon reached the top of the tower.

“Captain?” A shirtless and balding Imperial shook the bars of his small circular cage.

“Aye,” replied Savlain. Turning to me, he said, “Buffy, this is the leader of the first expedition to close the Oblivion Gate.” Readdressing the soldier, Savlian went on, “Menien, Buffy here is my scout, mage and the closest thing we have to an expert on this damn place. Thank Akatosh you’re alive after all this time.”

“Well met, Bosmer. Captain, it’s good to see you! I’m sure it’s only been a few days, but it seems more like a week. I know all but Ilend and I perished near those war gates. Is he with you?”

After Savlian and I exchanged glances, he replied, “It has indeed been more than a few days, Menien. Ilend is safe. He’s just outside the Oblivion Gate, waiting to give you a hero’s welcome as soon as we close it. Here.” Savlian passed one of our waterskins between the bars.

After draining it, Menien said, “Thanks. They made me drink some kind of sickeningly sweet thick liquid. It kept hunger and thirst at bay, but also addled my mind for quite awhile every time I drank some.”

“Let me unlock this cage,” I said, casting a spell into its bars. They did not budge. I turned to Savlian. “Like those two warded doors in the big tower, this appears to be in need of a special key.”

“That manlike Daedra in the armor carried a key of some sort,” said Menien. “He sometimes issued it to others like him who said they needed access to the upper sanctum – wherever that is.”

“I’ll go below and search your jailer’s body,” I said. “I know you two have some catching up to do.” My feet quickly carried me down the ramp to the base of the tower. I retrieved a key from the armor of the broken Dremora and returned.

“. . . good to hear that both Ilend and Merandil have turned into fine leaders, Captain. I knew they both had it in ‘em.”

I proudly presented the key, but closer inspection revealed Menien’s cage provided no place to insert it. “I-I can’t open it.”

Menien sighed. “I was afraid of that, but it’s not your fault, young elf. They cast some kind of spell to lock this cage and taunted me that it could not be countered. That key, though, might help you get to what they called the upper sanctum and find a way to destroy the Oblivion Gate itself.”

Savlian nodded soberly. “I suspect you’re right. According to Buffy, the power source for this realm is called a sigil stone. Removing it should close the gate.”

Pleading filled my eyes as I looked at Savlian and felt my chin quivering. “W-we can’t leave this man here.”

It was Menien who answered. “Aye, you can and you must. I should have died with my soldiers in that trap between the war gates. I’m ready to join them.”

Savlian shot me a look that I understood as an order for silence. He then mustered a smile for Menien. “When we pull that sigil stone, the gate will close. But everything that does not belong here - like Buffy, I and you - will hopefully get transported right back to Kvatch. All three of us are likely to be celebrating and drinking some of Weedum-Ja’s ale tonight.”

“I’ll hope so, Captain,” replied Menien stoically. “May the Nine protect you both.”

The two men grasped each other’s forearms in a warrior clasp.

I reached through the bars, grabbed Menien’s free hand and drew it to my lips. “We’ll see you soon, brave man, and I will chill your ale with a spell tonight.” I turned before the tears could come. Savlian and I started down the ramp to leave this small tower.

As soon as we were on the aerial span leading back to the large tower, I grabbed my Imperial and said, “Hold me.” I was engulfed by the comfort of strong arms that pulled my face to his chest. I said into his mail, “You don’t know if what we told Menien is true, do you?”

After a moment, I heard, “No, but if I’m right, there’ll be no deception to forgive. If I’m wrong, he will at least have died with some hope. And the decision I made will join many others that trouble my sleep.”

I looked up into my captain’s eyes. “You did the right thing, Savlian.”

Posted by: mALX Mar 2 2012, 07:12 PM

I know it is very real, but it is just...Buffy needing a buffer - ROFL !!

The scene with Menien was very touchingly well done. Very Buffy and very Matias simultaneously - AWESOME Write !!!

Posted by: McBadgere Mar 2 2012, 08:14 PM

YES!!... ...Oh hells this made me laugh and applaud at the same time...So simple a tactic yet so brilliantly effective and funny at the same time... ...

Loved the whole of the extremely touching scene with 'the dude in the cage'... ...And yet so absolutely sad as well...Nicely done there... ...

Nice one!!....

*Applauds heartily*..

Posted by: King Coin Mar 2 2012, 08:20 PM

I admire Savlian’s efficient method of dealing with the dremora.

Wow! Big time difference!

Ah, still little hope for Menein. That would be hard. I see now what Savlian’s really made of. Without him, I don’t think Buffy would have been able to leave. She picked up on Savlian’s cue well though.

Posted by: ghastley Mar 2 2012, 09:35 PM

It's the little touches that make it so good. Like Menien having actually seen the key when the Sigil Keeper passed it to another Dremora. In the regular game, you wonder how he knows about the key. And here, too, Buffy already knows about Sigil Stones, so he doesn't have to mention something he's never seen. It makes the story so much more plausible.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 3 2012, 09:33 PM

A blood-red sash was wrapped around armored hips.
Roman generals wore such a sash to denote their authority. I suspect that this fella wears one for a similar reason. An excellent inclusion.

Savlian pitched him over he edge! I love doing that in the game!

Menien! We can only cross our fingers and hope that he too will be sent back to Kvatch when the Sigil Stone is taken. Although I am not holding my breath.

Posted by: Grits Mar 4 2012, 12:59 AM

As ghastley said, the little touches made the scene with Menien very real. I believed his reunion with Savlian completely. I’m also hopeful that what Savlian suggested is true, but leaving Menien behind was still a heart breaker. Buffy’s distress, Savlian’s leadership, and Menien’s stoicism did beautiful justice to this gut-wrenching moment from the game. I'm so glad that B&S had each other to lean on after they left him.

Posted by: RainbowVeins Mar 4 2012, 07:53 AM

I'd been waiting a long time for this scene with Menien, knowing the difficulty Savlian was having after losing so many of his men to that gate. I love what you did with it - wonderfully done.

Looking forward to next Friday!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 9 2012, 02:02 PM

During Epsisode 154, Buffy and Savlian encountered Menien, the leader of the first failed expedition Savlian that had sent into the Oblivion Gate. Despite finding a key upon the body of Menien’s jailer, they were unable to free the soldier from his magically warded cage. They left Menien with the hope that all three of them would be magically transported out of the Deadlands once the sigil stone was removed.

mALX- Buffy needing a buffer! At least she wasn’t in the buff or buffing her nails! Thank you for finding the scene with Menien to be illustrative of the natures of both Savlian and Buffy.

McBadgere- Thank you. Buffy was quite impressed by the way Savlian shield bashed that Dremora over the ramp’s edge – and she’ll remember the tactic.

KC- Thanks! We tried to display that both Buffy and Savlian were surprised and slightly confused over Menien’s perception of his length of captivity, then slip in what could be an explanation. I agree that it was only the strength of Savlian and Menien that gave Buffy the ability to leave him there – despite their hope for his survival.

ghastley- Thank you for complimenting our handling of the key and a couple other small touches you mentioned.

SubRosa- More Dremora edge pitching coming up! Alas, I believe you are wise to not hold your breath over Menien’s fate.

Grits- Thank you for those kind words. It is of great comfort to hear that we managed to do believable justice to the poignant and powerful encounter with Menien. I’m so pleased that the underlying natures of Buffy and Savlian came through there.

RainbowVeins- Thank you so much. Menien's situation is a tough one to deal with, and we are not yet fully done with it. That failed expedition will factor heavily into this very next episode. Considerations of Menien will then notably influence Savlian’s thinking during the episode after that - which will see the closing of Obliva.

After reentering the large tower, we tried our key in one of the two locked doors. It dispelled the warding and we found ourselves on another sky bridge leading to the second small tower.

“This does not take us up to the sigil stone,” growled Savlian.

“Like that other small tower, perhaps it provides a clue or something else that will help us?”

He seemed to ponder my words for a moment, then replied, “You’re right, my scout. Let’s see if it can provide any assistance to our cause.”

We were undetected as we slipped through the door. Once again, we found ourselves midway on a circular ramp that curled up the interior wall from the tower’s base to its upper reaches. Savlian looked to me. After a full scan, I quietly reported, “Nothing lives below us. There’s one glow above that I assess as another Dremora.” I remembered how Savlian dealt with the last such foe. After giving him my recommendation, he nodded and let me lead us upward.

When the Dremora came into view, it did not issue a taunt. Rather, it raised both hands above one pauldron and drew a claymore whose length exceeded my height.

Then the monster charged.

As soon as the spell swirled from my fingers, I slid safely behind the steel of Savlian. When the illusion impacted, the Dremora stopped, stowed its massive weapon and calmly approached, awaiting our command. My Imperial responded with a vicious shield bash that sent the beast over the side of the ramp. Like Menien’s jailer in the other tower, this armored creature fell to a noisy death.

Atop the structure we found an elaborate control mechanism. Savlian manipulated various levers until the heavy gears and chains ground into loud motion for several seconds.

We then proceeded down to the base of the tower. A search, which included the Dremora’s broken body, yielded nothing of value to advance our quest. Climbing up the ramp to the tower’s midpoint, we exited back onto the sky bridge.

A glance down and along the wide trail leading away from the main tower revealed both sets of war gates between us and the fiery portal to Kvatch now stood wide open. I said, “Perhaps we should clear that path to the exit for our sprint out of the Deadlands after we pull the sigil stone?”

Savlian rubbed his chin. I had watched my Imperial shave back in our tent before sunrise - as fascinated by the mannish task as when I used to watch Daenlin perform it after a morning hunt. The rough growth that now rasped under Savlian’s fingers suggested we had already been in this realm for the better part of a day. Finally, he spoke, “That trail would be a lot faster route out of here than the circuitous path that brought us to this point.” After another moment, he nodded. “Yes, and clearing it before we need to use it will give us the chance to recover any personal effects from my fallen soldiers down there.”

We uneventfully made our way down through the large tower, emerging at the top of the trail leading toward Kvatch.

Warily, we started along the wide path. I was scanning nervously up into the rocks on both sides for Daedra when I heard metallic clicking and whirring noises.

Before I could react, Savlian’s shield arm swept around me and drove us both to the ground. A small explosion sent debris flying just over us. After a few moments we rose to our feet. He said, “I imagine this whole path is mined with these traps that can somehow sense our presence.” Pointing ahead and to one side, he added, “That looks like another one.”

I nocked an arrow and, with partial tension on Slayer’s bowstring, pulled the rest of the trail ahead into sharp focus. “You’re right. Now that I know what to look for, I can see perhaps a score or more of them.”

“Can you set them off with your arrows?” asked Savlian.

Unnocking the feathered tail from Slayer’s silk, I said, “I think I could, but perhaps a spell can do the job while conserving our arrows.”

The burst of flame I cast was pathetic enough that Delphine Jend would have rolled her eyes. It also missed the small target. The device exploded on my second attempt however, and we both dove again for the ground. After a couple more traps, we had a good feel for the range of their projectiles and slowly worked our way down the trail, clearing the sinister little contraptions as we went.

I pointed to a distant glow ahead. “Clannfear. Let’s put him to work.” My next spell sought the wandering Daedra. The creature shrugged off my puny fire attack and charged, triggering explosive devices along the way. We noted at one point that a row of sharply curved stone teeth spiked upward from the ground, barely missing the clannfear before retracting. In fact, the Daedra took very little damage from the numerous traps due to its speed.

I watched, mesmerized, until Savlian stepped up ready to intercept the charging beast.

“Casting,” I warned. My spell caused the clannfear to turn and flee in terror. We quickly followed, jumping just off the path briefly where we had noted the stone teeth trap. Our reptilian assistant cleared every trap ahead of us all the way to the giant open war gates.

By now, two scamps had taken note of us from their position atop large rocks flanking the trail. Savlian and I gracefully danced aside as their fireballs passed harmlessly by.

My next spell – a command one this time – sent our trusty clannfear after the small flame throwers.

Our Daedra dispatched both of the scamps, emerging somewhat battered and burned – and very angry. It wasted no time turning that ire toward us. My gratitude toward our former helper did not deter me from thanking the charging creature with a poisoned arrow. Slayer’s second shot felled the clannfear, sweeping its dying magicka into Azura’s Star. The beast’s momentum carried it almost to our feet.

Our exhilaration was short lived as we realized we now stood among the fallen soldiers from Menien’s failed expedition into the Deadlands. I maintained guard, scanning for wandering pink glows. Savlian solemnly knelt by each set of mail-clad bones and gathered any small items like rings and amulets. Despite the condition of the bodies, he had no trouble identifying each by name as he thanked them for their long vigil. He promised to have their personal effects delivered to any surviving family, or at least donated toward rebuilding the city after it was free.

I quietly asked Mara to bring peace to all of them, including Savlian. Finally, he stood from his difficult duty. I knew him well enough now to read the rippling jaw muscles and slight slump to his broad shoulders. I went to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. He held me close and lowered his chin to rest atop my head. Too soon, I broke away to continue my necessary vigil for threats.

Finally, we started back up the wide path, pausing to build a small pile of rocks by the stone teeth trap to clearly mark where we would need to bypass it during the sprint of our exodus with the sigil stone. Then, side-by-side, we slowly continued toward the large tower.

The silence that I figured Savlian needed was broken when he said, “Those soldiers trusted my judgment and leadership. I failed them and I fear I will fail you as well.”

“Never,” I quickly replied. “Just as I am actively scanning for glowing threats right now, I know the steel of your noble character and armor will always shield me. As long as there is breath in our bodies, we will protect each other.”

“And that is where I will fall short,” said Savlian. “I have never feared death; in fact it has served as an all too familiar companion. Yet. . . you have given me reason to dread my own mortality.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, mystified.

“I want to be here for you, Buffy – always. I know how long elves can live. How can I possibly hope to protect you half century from now?”

I knew where this was going. “I won’t lie to you, Savlian. I realize that, at best, you will grow gray in my arms within the blink of a few decades. Promise me that we will cherish every moment Mara gives us together and never fear or regret the consequences.”

“Aye.” He squeezed my hand and mustered a smile. “Let’s close this damn gate before I get too old.”

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Mar 9 2012, 04:39 PM

154.

I know, it's quoted above me. But it's a badass part nonetheless. Daedric warrior boasts only to fall, quite literately, because of his pride. Haha!

And they are truly a nice, couple, aren't they? I liked the end how he suspected a bit of deception on the Menien
's part. A possible lie.

155.



Exactly how some of us felt when stuck in an Oblivion plane. The inhabitants are no joke. The claymore being taller than Buffy was truly a scary thing. I pictured it in my head already. A tall Daedric devil ready to cleave you. Scary stuff.



Awww. In the face of certain death, what else would anyone be doing? Certainly pledging and confirming your love for your other half! The deadly love duo can be a formidable team if fighting together, as we have seen so far. I doubt there will be any consequences. At least right away, that is

Posted by: ghastley Mar 9 2012, 05:01 PM

Given Buffy's collection of convenience spells like "Summon Towel" I'm surprised she hasn't talked to Teresa about "Cure Stubble" yet.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 9 2012, 07:17 PM

drew a claymore whose length exceeded my height.
Yikes!

Aww, that was no fair, commanding him and then pushing him over the edge. Cheater!

I used to watch Daenlin perform it after a morning hunt.
Daenlin? Shave? From looking at him in the game, I was under the impression that he was not on familiar terms with a razor...

And the mines. It took me years to figure out that you can use spells to set off those things. I wasted so many arrows! But using a Clannfear to do it was pure genius!

“Let’s close this damn gate before I get too old.”
The human/elf lament. Poor Buffy knows that she is doomed to watch her man wither and die before her eyes, just like a spring flower come winter's cold breath.

Posted by: McBadgere Mar 9 2012, 09:35 PM

Oooh...That's niiice Subrosa...You should write that down...*Raises eyebrow*... ...

Wha-Hey!!...

Excellent chapter...More exploring and despatching daedra...

Loved the control Daedra spell...Excellent!!...And the setting off of the traps was inspired!!...Mine just ran like fu...Erm...Heck...

I loved the whole discussion about Elves and Humans and death, and like Subrosa I thought that last line was lovely...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Posted by: King Coin Mar 10 2012, 03:37 AM

Buffy had a wonderful way of making that Dremora at the beginning easy to dispatch.

Buffy seems to be dealing with the clanndear very well. Putting it to work for them!

That was a touching scene of Buffy and Savlian with his fallen soldiers, and then thinking of his own mortality.