Buffy the Bowgirl, Book 1, Thread 5, Do You Know the Way to Kvatch? Options

[Grits]

“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.

[King Coin]

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

[SubRosa]

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 Stagecoach.

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.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Oct 30 2011, 01:58 AM

[Feralikazam]

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!

[Riften]

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.

[Acadian]

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?

* * *

137 An Enlightening Meal

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.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Nov 4 2011, 04:09 PM

[mALX]

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 !!

[haute ecole rider]

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:

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. . . "

Your opening quote must have been so depressed by Dralgoner's pessimism it left for Anvil right along with him!

[Saquira]

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.

[SubRosa]

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!

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Nov 4 2011, 11:51 PM

[Thomas Kaira]

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;

[Grits]

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.

[Riften]

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.

This post has been edited by Riften: Nov 5 2011, 03:49 AM

[King Coin]

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!

[The_Lost_King]

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.

[McBadgere]

Loved the whole thing...Bloody fantastic...Simple, quiet...Brilliant...

Absolutely LOVED this bit at the end...

“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.

Goosebumps mate...

Fantastic...

Nice one... ...

[ghastley]

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!

[Acadian]

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.

* * *

138 Battlemages

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.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Nov 11 2011, 06:04 PM

[King Coin]

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!

[SubRosa]

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!