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

[mALX]

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 !!

[haute ecole rider]

First the nit:

“Delphind Jend.” Dreelius lifted the book slightly from his lap. “This one is called ‘Fun with Bigger Fireballs’.”

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 . . .

[McBadgere]

“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.”

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... ...

[Grits]

“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!

This post has been edited by Grits: Nov 11 2011, 09:43 PM

[Zalphon]

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!

[Acadian]

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 They Call the Wind Mariah. 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.

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139 Sparks

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.

[mALX]

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 !!!

[McBadgere]

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... ...

[ghastley]

Why do I think Pelena's about to be involved? (And I'm not thinking of sending her in! )

[SubRosa]

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 Almost Kiss...

“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!

[Grits]

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.

[King Coin]

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.

[haute ecole rider]

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!

[ghastley]

We know in the end it’ll be Buffy and Savlian going in,...

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.

[The_Lost_King]

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.

[Acadian]

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.

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140 He Fancies You, Milady

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

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~ Author's Note: I credit the movie ‘Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves’ for Lucilius’ line that titled this episode. ~

[McBadgere]

What is it with all these stories and bathing at the mo?... ...

Not complaining mind... ...

Aaaamywho...Most excellent episode...

Loving it...*Applauds*...

Nice one!!... ...

[SubRosa]

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?

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Dec 2 2011, 02:55 PM

[Grits]

“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.

[haute ecole rider]

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.