In Episode 119, Buffy emerged from the interior of Fort Grief and was confronted by Kurdan gro-Dragol. She managed to defeat the Orsimer crime boss as well as his Khajiiti henchman, but not without the loss of Aleron Loche.
Rider- Thank you. It was fun, between Kurdan and Keeneye, to gradually remove most of Buffy's normal tactical options until she was left doing the archer dance against the nimble Khajiit. Thanks for the nit; even though it's dialogue, Buffy is educated enough that she should normally be expected to speak rather well.
KC- I agree. This battle ranked right up there as a true fight for her life; there was no Alawen, Mazoga or Arielle Jurard to save her this time. Just her beautiful Dancing Cobra once again. Thank you.
Captain Hammer- Thank you for the endorsement of Buffy's decision to kill Kurdan. At least she didn't torture him, and I was pleased to see her not taunt him, despite her resolve. I envisioned the Breton's feet dragging the ground as Kurdan tried to use him as a human shield - more lugging and dragging than actually holding up in the air.
hazmick- Thank you for those kind words about Buffy's fight. She is comforted somewhat to realize that Haa-Rei also initially missed the presence of Keeneye. I agree, that it was far from fun describing my bowgirl getting seriously wounded, but you are right in that it does point out her fragility. Hopefully, the desperate and bloody fight contrasted effectively with the elegance Buffy displayed while clearing the inside of the fort.
SubRosa- Thank you for the insights and observations you provided. I find it wonderful that our bite sized knight seems to be growing slightly more comfortable with her title and not ignoring some of the implied responsibilities; no doubt in part due to the influence of Mazoga and Acadian. This was perhaps Buffy's first 1 vs 1 against a skilled archer at their own game with no 'mystic' advantages. Thank you for endorsing our balancing of Buffy's hard edged vengeance with her tears.
ghastley- Thanks! As I have said, I like the quest a lot, but only when we got into the details did it become apparent how many small points needed to be tweaked to make sense. Buffy's big break during the fight was when Kurdan made the blunder of going for her ghost instead of her.
TK- Thank you. Buffy is so dependent upon remaining unseen that when a foe uses detect life against her, it really screws her up!
Grits- Thank you. You are so correct that a foe using silence or detect life is a big problem for Buffy. I enjoyed writing Kurdan and Keeneye and it was fun to give them a little bit of personality in past episodes before they died here. I'm glad that Buffy's post fight ruminations softened her cold and wordless dispatch of Kurdan. I enjoyed the opportunity to state her doctrine once again at the end.
mALX- This was Buffy's first taste of being on the receiving end of a long bow at close range in the hands of a skilled user, and something she'll never forget. We also tried to show that Buffy cannot cast spells if down on the ground and that it also requires some clarity of thinking for her to use magic. Thank you!
MyCat- I expect that had Kurdan surrendered Aleron and let them both go, Buffy would have then chosen her own time and place to stalk and free Bravil of it's one-orc organized crime ring. Gosh, I'm honored that you would name your character's bow 'Earana', inspired by Buffy!
Zalphon- Buffy tried to work with Kurdan, both when investigating the drain marksman scroll and seeking Aleron. Unfortunately, the orc violated the Buffy Doctrine.
glargg- I'm so glad that Buffy's version of this quest caused you to care about the characters! Thank you! She has one sad remaining detail to attend to regarding Aleron.
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120 The Tournament of Archers, Part 36- She Wears Her Title Well
After using Kurdan's key to open the iron gate, I sadly but gratefully walked free of Fort Grief. As I approached the moored boat, I realized I had no clue how to sail it. I asked Acadian for some instruction, but the paladin suggested an alternative.
Kneeling in the sand, I unrolled my doeskin map. When I found the small island's location, I touched a finger to it. With my other hand, I grasped the small leather pouch containing a lock of Superian's mane. Closing both eyes, I thought about King Rislav's Call of Corsair. My spirit traveled across Niben Bay to gently intertwine with that of the precious black mare. The sun felt warm on our bare back. I could see, smell and taste the tender shoots of grass near the end of a long nose. As she raised our head from grazing, I warned her of what was coming. "Superian, I need you."
The grass, wooden rails of the corral and stable building disappeared. Sky, clouds and water swirled around us, then glimpses of gray walls, a moored sailboat and a small wood elf kneeling over her map in the sand. Then everything stopped. The mare was standing beside me on the small island.
Superian stepped closer and nudged me. As I reached into my pack for an apple to share, she snorted her disapproval at the smells of death that no doubt permeated my blouse and buckskins. I realized that part of her discomfort resulted from my own blood that soaked the front of my greaves from hip to right knee. The wound caused by Ra'jhera's arrow was healed, but I was a mess. After we finished our apple, I took a quick bath in the Niben and produced a clean set of buckskins from my pack.
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 lovingly ran both hands over Superian's bare back. "It's good that we've practiced riding without saddle or bridle." I then spread my arms to place one hand on her withers and the other on her haunch. As I prepared to cast the massive alteration spell, I said, "Can you give your elf a quick ride home across the surface of the Niben? I fear I have bad news to deliver to poor Ursanne."
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After stabling Superian and assuring Antoine that the mare's sudden disappearance had been both magical and intentional, I found Gaius Prentus on duty at the bridge leading into the city. "Hail, Gaius."
"How does the afternoon greet you, Buffy?" replied the Bravil guard as he adjusted his sword belt.
"I'm well, thanks," I said. "I expected to see Gladius Maro on duty. Have you seen him?"
"Aye," a look of concern replaced the Imperial's smile, "he's been called to the castle - again."
"I hope he's not in trouble." Both hands found their way to my hips and I heard irritation creep into my voice. "What did he do
this time, arrest little Prince Gellius again for kicking another beggar? Can't Captain Lerus just let him do his job? Like you and Caccian, Gladius is one of the few guards we have who -"
"Calm down, Buffy," interrupted Gaius. "Although Gladius has had plenty of run-ins with the captain, I don't know what he was called to the castle for today."
"I just hate to see him routinely given a hard time for doing his job," I said. "He's not built to compromise, and I respect him for it. Speaking of run-ins, I had a very serious one with Kurdan gro-Dragol that I need to report to you."
I briefly relayed the situation at Fort Grief. Gaius promised he would take the guard boat out to the island to recover the body of Aleron Loche and see if he could identify any of the 'prey' victims at the fort. I also suggested that Kurdan's boat might be a fine upgrade to that currently used by the guards.
Thanking the Imperial for his help, I continued into the city and to Nilawen's shop. There, I sold the valuables garnered from Kurdan's hunting ground and added most of the gold to the dead orc's heavy purse.
My feet then reluctantly made their way across town.
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"Do you bring news of Aleron, Milady?" The Breton looked up from the front pew inside the Great Chapel of Mara.
"Yes." I sat down beside her and met her gaze. "I'm sorry, Ursanne."
My words clearly shattered the hope on her tired face. Her chin began to quiver as tears overfilled reddened eyes. "It was his gambling, wasn't it?"
I nodded. "He was deeply in debt to Kurdan gro-Dragol and trying to get himself out of it. Both of us found ourselves ensnared in a deadly web of slavery. We faced down the dangerous orc together to regain our freedom. Aleron fought bravely and, between the two of us, we were able to kill Kurdan. I regret that this humble knight's skills were insufficient to save your husband's life. Gaius Prentus assures me he will bring Aleron home to you." I slipped a linen handkerchief from the sleeve of my blouse and wiped Ursanne's tears. We then both sat quietly, holding hands.
Scrambling to my feet, I ignored the skinned knee and continued running. I ducked into an alley hoping to lose my tormenters but I could hear one of them behind me, "You can't outrun us with those little legs. Why don't you just flap those ears and fly up into a tree where you belong, elf." As I glanced over my shoulder to see how close they were, I ran headlong into the flaxen barrier of a woman's skirt. Panicking, I turned to face my tormenters. The three humans were about my age of nine, but much bigger than I.
As I pressed my back into the skirt of the woman behind me, her hands fell protectively to my shoulders and her voice sternly rang out over my head, "You children should be ashamed of yourselves, picking on a small elf. Shoo, or I'll take a stick to the lot of you!"
The young humans ran off. Gentle hands turned me around to face my rescuer. As I looked up, I recognized Ursanne Loche, a friend of my mother's. "Oh, Buffy, look at you." She knelt in front of me, slipped a linen handkerchief from the sleeve of her blouse and wiped my tears. "Don't pay any attention to those children and their teasing. You're a beautiful elf." After giving me a hug, she rose to her feet, took my hand and said, "Now let's get you over to the chapel so Marz can fix that skinned knee."Ursanne finally broke the silence. "I feared this would happen to Aleron someday. I just thank Mara that you're safe, Milady."
"Aleron knew the danger we were in and asked me to tell you that he loved you and how sorry he was to disappoint you." I placed the heavy coin purse of Kurdan gro-Dragol between us on the pew. "Aleron's debt is paid in full. This is yours now."
Ursanne stared at the bag of gold. "It should rightfully be yours. You are the one who risked your life to save Aleron, even knowing I could not afford to pay you."
"I accepted your quest not for gold," I replied, "but because you have always been kind to me. Kurdan has paid with his life, but he still owes you at least this much for what he has taken. I know how frugal you are, Ursanne. You never need worry about money again."
Ursanne looked at me with moist eyes and managed the ghost of a smile. "Our little Buffy wears her knightly title well."
"Would you like me to stay with you, Ursanne?"
"No, Milady," she replied. "I would ask to be alone with Mara for a time."
I gave her a hug and rose to my feet. "May our Goddess of Love comfort and watch over you." I felt as if I had just gained a deeper understanding of what Sir Mazoga already knew about being a knight.