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

[mALX]

Double post, sorry!

This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 22 2012, 10:44 PM

[SubRosa]

High Priestess Oleta. Now that has a nice ring to it. As does Countess Goldwine. I love how you show us something the game never did. Kvatch moving on and rebuilding.

And so good to see Sir Mazoga there at our fragile Dame's side, and in typical Mazoga fashion, refusing to leave! Mazoga has always been a staunch friend, the kind I am sure Buffy will need greatly in the days to come.

Someone put Buffy into one of those green bags! Oh noes! I hope no one sees her!

Savlian Matius led a city to freedom and is the hero of Kvatch
Yes indeed. He is certainly the most deserving of that honorific. Another wonderful change from what we normally find in the game!

Mother Baurus! Perfect! So true too.

And finally Buffy passes on the torch to Mazoga, for her, Sir Agronak, Squire Fanador, and of course Lunch Bucket (such a perfect name!) to carry on the fight against the Daedra. I have no doubt that the Green Company will take good care of the new Emperor.

[Glargg]

This has been a wonderful telling of a great tale. These are not tears; I've just got something in my eye...

[Grits]

Even though Buffy couldn’t open her eyes, the opening discussion painted such a clear picture of how time is moving on around her. The victors are already organized for the future, and the remaining heroes need to move on without her. Mazoga’s tender care of her friend was so touching. I love her stubborn insistence on remaining at Buffy’s side. Even Her Countessness couldn’t budge her!

What a wonderful conversation when Buffy returned to the world. Mazoga’s touches of humor were so welcome. Lunch Bucket and Mother Baurus! And of course her story of their early faceoff over Superian was a gentle way to remind Buffy of some important things.

It was encouraging to hear from Acadian, and for Buffy to notice that she was wearing her University green bag. I’m sure she’s not finished with the turning inward that comes with this kind of grieving, but she’s starting to wake up. Her selfless lie to Mazoga was so Buffy. I'm glad we get to share this part of Buffy's painful journey.

[McBadgere]

Blimey... ...

The whole end section was amazingly heartbreaking... ...

Killing off Salvian was a brave move...And I applaud your resoning behind it...

*Bows down*...

Brilliant chapters...Loved them both...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

[Acadian]

In Episode 170, Buffy was gradually recovering in Kvatch’s chapel. We learned more about her injuries as the semiconscious elf overheard a bedside conversation between Countess Odalys, High Priestess Oleta and Sir Mazoga. The next morning, Buffy was able to open her eyes and speak. With the help of Mazoga, she began to come to grips with the reality of Savlian’s death. When she realized Mazoga had no intention of leaving her side, Buffy granted leave to do so - reminding the knight of a promise made to Martin and a destiny shared with Agronak. Mazoga agreed to depart on the quest of escorting Tamriel’s next Emperor to safety and, ultimately, his throne.

Rider- Dragonfly! I love it! Thank you for those kind words. Buffy has amassed many friends in her story – and she needs them now.

Darkness Eternal- Our bowgirl’s month restriction on shooting will likely be aggravated by self doubts as well as the need for a new bow. Her mighty enchanted Slayer was destroyed of course when she blocked the Daedroth’s blow that broke her arm. Her cursed magic at the time prevented her from automatically shielding her bow with a spell as she blocked with it. Thank you so much for your wonderful support during a tough time for Buffy.

Rihanae- Aww, thanks! I’m so glad you can feel some of what Buffy and I do for dear Mazoga. Oleta, as a high priestess (and mother to Lissa ), heals empathically and can ‘sense’ her patients just like Buffy does. She’ll share a little more of what she sensed from Buffy in this next episode.

KC- Thank you. I’m trying to use those notes Savlian had Buffy make on closing an Oblivion Gate as a thread of continuity pointing to the Main Quest of course. Even though Buffy didn’t understand, I’m glad she listened to her paladin in giving them to Mazoga.

mALX- Wow! Thank you so much. You and I have been at this together for a very long time and your support is such a wonderful treasure.

SubRosa- Thank you. Hee! I knew you would get a kick out of Buffy waking up in her University issue ‘green bag’. Despite the heaviness of our current theme, I’m trying hard to inject a (faint) smile here and there. ‘Lunch Bucket’ just seemed such a natural name for an orc to call a donkey.

Glargg- Thank you so much, my Nordic friend. I’m so pleased you are with us!

Grits- It can sometimes be a challenge 'show' things when we stay so rigidly in Buffy's perspective - but a challenge we relish. I'm so glad her sense of hearing alone was able to convey the opening scene that her eyes could not. Thank you for enjoying the little trip down memory lane – that face off between Buff and ‘Zoga over Superian waaay back in Leyawiin is one of my fave moments. Thank you also for endorsing my choice to not stop the book quite yet and letting me share at least the beginnings of Buffy’s long recovery.

McBadgere- Thank you! I’m so glad you got your puter all healed up. I hope your father-in-law is doing better. If he needs a bypass, I so hope the surgery and recovery go well.

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171 Epilogue, Part 2 - Visitors

Savlian and I stood arm-in-arm at the gates of our shining city atop the mountain. He was resplendent in his armor and spotless surcoat. I wore a gown of royal blue silk – with matching slippers, of course. He said to the small cluster of new arrivals, “On behalf of Countess Odalys Goldwine, welcome to Kvatch. I’m Savlian Matius, and honored to command those who protect our city. This beautiful elf at my side is the love of my life.”

I smiled proudly. “Welcome to Kvatch. I’m Buffy.”

“Dame Buffy?” My eyes fluttered open, but the Imperial in gleaming armor wearing the insignia of a Legion officer and Kvatch surcoat was not Savlian. “Welcome back to us, Milady,” continued Lucilius. “Sigrid and I have visited each day, hoping to find you awake.”

Seated next to him was my guildmagister. I sighed, but managed a smile. “Thank you both for coming to see me. Lucilius, I see you found the battlefield commission Savlian left for you.”

He nodded awkwardly. “We discovered it while relocating the encampment up to just outside the city gates. When I presented the Captain’s letter to Lady Odalys she immediately placed me in command, assuring me the Legion would not attempt to countermand her decision.”

“C-congratulations,” I managed to say. “Savlian chose wisely.”

“For a time,” said Sigrid as she gracefully changed the subject, “we were worried that you might lose that left arm. Akatosh placed the shattered bone fragments perfectly, but it took Oleta and I several days to mend the mess it made of the flesh between your shoulder and elbow. Guildmagister Carahil from Anvil even visited for a couple days to assist with the final cosmetic repairs. Thanks to her efforts I don’t think you’ll have any residual scarring. I’m delighted to see a hint of color in your cheeks today.”

“The whole encampment is now just outside the walls?” I asked, moving the subject right back to Kvatch.

“Aye,” replied Lucilius. “Things are happening quickly. Countess Umbranox of Anvil has dispatched her castle’s chief engineer to help coordinate our rebuilding. She’s even sent another large tent to serve as temporary court and quarters for Lady Odalys and her steward.”

“What color is this one?” I asked, almost managing a smile. “As outlandish as the others?”

“Of course,” replied Sigrid. “Alternating vertical stripes of purple and white.”

“Captain Matius would be pleased with the progress, were he here to see it,” said Lucilius. “Fortunately, the castle’s coffers were not empty. Adequate amounts of lumber, along with stone and other supplies, are beginning to arrive.”

“Who is your second in command, Lucilius?”

“Merandil, who sends both his regards and appreciation for your brave service with his archers. He’s overseeing the withdrawal of soldiers back to their cities and the transition of Camp Defiance to house the influx of workers and tradesmen arriving to help rebuild Kvatch.”

“I hope he serves you as well as you did Savlian.”

“Thank you, Milady. You’ll be pleased to know that when we moved the encampment, I had everything arranged everything inside your tent just the way you and the Captain had it. It’s waiting for you as soon as Oleta says you’re ready to leave the chapel.”

“I-it’s not my tent,” I said. “It’s the command tent – yours now.”

Lucilius produced a handkerchief for the tears that had found their way down my cheeks then he started to protest, “But you-“

“I can’t stay there,” I interrupted. “Not without Savlian.”

“Of course Buffy doesn’t want to be alone, Lucilius,” said Sigrid as she placed a hand on his arm to stay any further protests. She then looked at me. “I’ll move your belongings into one of the sleeping tents within the guild, so you’ll be close to your fellow mages.” Her fingers moved from Lucilius’ arm to my right hand and I could see her eyes moisten. “I just can’t believe he’s gone, Buffy.”

“It’s my fault, Sigrid,” I said quietly. I blinked to stem some tears and used Lucilius’ handkerchief to dab at those that escaped. “My potions were all crushed by the falling roof trap and that Dremora mage cursed my magic. I was foolish and arrogant to not have carried even a single scroll of dispelling that might have changed the outcome. Savlian’s steel was there for me – even to his death. Yet, when he needed my magic, I-I failed him.”

“Don’t tread that path,” admonished Sigrid gently. “He knew all about your limitations and loved you as much for them as in spite of them. In fact, I’m sure your vulnerability is a large part of what drew him to you. Buffy, you are the best thing that ever happened to Savlian Matius.”

I squeezed Sigrid’s hand gratefully. “As he was to me.”

“That’s enough visiting for today,” said Oleta as she appeared at the foot of my bed. “Lucilius, put those muscles to use and carefully carry Dame Buffy to the altar for her daily blessing. Then I want you two to leave so my patient can get a good night of rest.”

Once Lucilius completed his task and returned me to bed, I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, anxious for sleep so I could be with Savlian.

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“Good, Buffy!” encouraged the High Priestess. “I’m barely holding your arm and you’re walking without a trace of limp from that right ankle.”

As we slowly made our way from Akatosh’s altar of healing, I said, “Thanks for agreeing to drop the ‘Dame’ stuff, Oleta. I’m feeling much less lightheaded on my feet this morning.”

“Sit,” the Redguard commanded as we approached my bed. “I’m going to unbind that left arm from your side.” As Oleta worked, she said, “You have visitors coming soon and I want to finish before they arrive.”

“Visitors?” I repeated.

“Yes,” she replied cryptically. “Now, keep this sling on for another week as a reminder to limit use of that arm.” A gentle finger wag accompanied her next words: “Oh, and I don’t want you using a bow for at least a month.”

At the sudden clattering of hooves on stone, I spun my head toward the sound. “Superian!” I cried out. She was flanked by Bolden and Moria.

Oleta announced, “I reluctantly approved a short visit.”

As Bolden led the wide-eyed mare to my bedside, she stopped her nervous prancing and lowered her head to investigate. My one good arm wrapped around her long nose as tears streamed down my face. The vibration of my mare’s contented nicker was like a soothing potion to this mess of an elf. “Thank you,” I managed to mouth up at the stable master.

“Superian needed the visit more than you,” said Bolden. “She’s been difficult to handle and, for the past several days, has had little interest in eating.”

Moria added, “Only by letting her sniff your turnip could we settle her down.”

“Tunic,” corrected Bolden. “Sigrid gave us the remnants of what you wore under your armor during the battle to free Kvatch.”

Undeterred, Moria continued, “I figured since smelling your turnick made her feel better, you might like having something of hers to sniff when she’s not here.” Unwrapping a small piece of burlap to reveal the gift, she added, “I dried it in the sun first.”

The High Priestess wrinkled her nose, clearly not amused. “You can just wrap that right back up and take it with you when you go, young lady – perhaps to fertilize some flowers. I’m quite sure this patient doesn’t require such a. . . reminder to recall the smell of her mare.”

Ignoring Moria’s impressive pout as the girl rewrapped Superian’s ‘present’, Oleta continued, “Now, I need to get a broom and some supplies from the undercroft. Since my other priest left yesterday, work here has increased.” Rolling her eyes, she added, “Typical mysterious Martin; all he would say is that Akatosh was calling him to serve in a different way. It’s fortunate that both orcish knights, along with their squire and that Talosian monk, happened to be heading east and agreed to let Martin travel with them for a time.”

Bolden said, “I thought Tavia was giving you a hand here in the chapel, now that Martin’s gone.”

“Oh, she’s been a wonderful help,” replied Oleta. “In fact I expect to appoint her as a Charity Sister soon.”

Moria’s eyes opened wide.

“Don’t you worry, child,” said Oleta. “Once folks start to move back into the city, Tavia and your whole Orphans Guild will have a home right here in the House of Akatosh.” As she headed for the stone steps leading down to the undercroft, Oleta admonished over one shoulder, “By the time I return, I expect this fine animal will have found the nourishment her spirit needs so she can return to the stable for some proper food.”

Nuzzling Superian as best I could, I said to Bolden, “Lucilius and Sigrid told me the whole encampment has been moved to the upper plateau just outside the city walls. Did the stable move as well?”

“Aye,” replied the Redguard. “Back to its original spot, but fully rebuilding High Country Stables is pretty far down the Countess’ list of priorities. I guess I can understand that. Work is just beginning on the castle, guilds, homes and shops inside the walls, but you can already see progress on Weedum-Ja’s Wolf’s Head Tavern. At least the arena is lower on the list than the stable. In fact, Lady Odalys has proclaimed she’ll transition our amphitheater from blood sport to musical concerts and stage plays. I’m not so sure how that’ll work out.”

“Don’t try my patience, stable master.” The High Priestess had reappeared upstairs. “It’s time for hoofed visitors to leave and this elf needs her rest. She has a big day tomorrow, for I expect to release her in the morning.” Brandishing the broom in her hands as if she meant business, Oleta added, “Now, shoo!”

“I’m so grateful to you both,” I said, “for bringing Superian to visit.”

“Not as grateful as she is, I’m sure,” replied Bolden as he and Moria obediently led my mare toward the chapel’s door.

“You’re letting me out of here tomorrow?” I said to Oleta. “Are y-you sure I’m ready?”

After a last stern look at Superian’s rump, her face softened. She leaned the broom against a column then gracefully sat beside me on the bed. “Your ankle is all better and that troublesome arm is mending nicely.” Her gentle fingers brushed some blond strays from my face. “Buffy, I know your heart was also broken. Even the Dragon God of Time’s full bounty cannot completely heal that. It will get better though, and you will find you are not alone in your loss. Besides, you don’t need the roof of Akatosh over your head. Kynareth will bring you comfort.”

“Kynareth?” Despite blinking back tears, I said, “But, High Priestess, I am a child of Mara.”

“I’m aware that elves grow up slowly, but I expect you are a child no longer. I have spent much time with hands laid upon you. There is an odd duality to your spirit. . . as if another somehow dwells within you. Regardless, I sense both Mara and the ancient Nordic variation of Kynareth. It is Mara who taught you to love, but the free spirited Goddess of sky, travelers and forest that can help you mourn. You are a wood elf and need to spend time outdoors. Embrace the cleansing tears of Kyne – what we call rain.”

[King Coin]

We open with cruel dreams of what will never pass.

Lucilius was kind to have Buffy’s and Sav’s things moved and kept as it was, but Sigrid is right, Buffy wouldn’t want to sit in a tent alone with Sav’s belongings surrounding her. Moving back with her guild is the best solution I can think of as well. Sigrid’s right about Buffy and Sav, why he loved her and was drawn to her. Buffy naturally has some guilt that she will probably carry with her for a long time to a greater or lesser degree.

I closed my eyes, anxious for sleep so I could be with Savlian.
Aww, that’s so sad!

Superian! How sweet! That’s just what Buffy needed!

Hah! I enjoyed Oleta’s short complaint about Martin. If only she knew.

I’m not surprised that Oleta sensed Acadian within Buffy. Kynareth is about to play a larger role in Buffy’s life it sounds like.

[haute ecole rider]

Quite the wonderful, delightful sweet installment to Book One! It's obvious that Buffy still feels the pain of losing Savlian very strongly; yet she is showing encouraging signs of recovery in her emotional involvement with those who call themselves her friends (and rightfully so!).

How wonderful of Boldon and Moria to bring Superian into the Chapel of Akatosh to see Buffy! It makes sense that Superian would be upset over not seeing Buffy for a few days - those daily visits was the one regular thing in the mare's hectic life since she became Buffy's sole choice of transportation. I did laugh at Moria's choice of a reminder of Superian for Buffy, and at Oleta's rather emphatic reaction to it! That child is quite the treasure!

[SubRosa]

A wonderful beginning, as Buffy seeks refuge in the comfort of her dreams. Sadly, a dream not to last.

Lucillius is now officially captain. There is another excellent BtB touch, that makes the story of Kvatch so different from what the game offers us.

Also nice to see the Countess of Anvil still lending a hand, and a brightly striped tent. Purple stripes was a good touch, with it being the color of royalty in so many RL cultures.

There is the guilt that I expected to see. I wonder how long it will take Buffy to forgive herself for living, when Savlian did not? A long time I am sure. That is not an easy thing for someone with a conscience to get over, if ever.

At least she is not such a lightheaded dame in the second part of today's episode.

Yay for Superian! At least Buffy still has one of her oldest and truest friends there for her. In the chapel no less! Let's just hope that she does not leave any road apples behind after her visit.

I loved Moira and Buffy's turnip... turnick... tunic. Phhhewww! Nice and stinky! It was a good touch of humor in what is otherwise a very somber episode.

I see the priest of Akatosh has moved on as well. As Oleta said, it is a good things those knights and that monk just happened to be going the same way.

Nice to hear that the Countess plans to change the Arena from gladiatorial shows to theatrical ones. I am sure that once people get a taste of a few plays by William of the Trembling Lance that they will find it just as fun. Without anyone having to die. I think Kvatch has had enough bloodshed for some time.

So nice to end it with Oleta's observations on Buffy's dual nature, and the she needs the grace of Kyne as much as that of Mara to heal.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jun 29 2012, 10:38 PM

[mALX]

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Bless poor Buffy's heart, she is a shell of her usual self. To me, this quote was the most powerful line in the chapter for anyone who has ever grieved they know this feeling:

I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, anxious for sleep so I could be with Savlian.

“Only by letting her sniff your turnip could we settle her down.”

Now THAT is a line designed to bring in a certain Foxy man.

Besides, you don’t need the roof of Akatosh over your head. Kynareth will bring you comfort.”

“Kynareth?” Despite blinking back tears, I said, “But, High Priestess, I am a child of Mara.”

“I’m aware that elves grow up slowly, but I expect you are a child no longer. I have spent much time with hands laid upon you. There is an odd duality to your spirit. . . as if another somehow dwells within you. Regardless, I sense both Mara and the ancient Nordic variation of Kynareth..."

WOO HOO !!! A clue to Acadian's history !!!

Totally AWESOME write !!!


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[Darkness Eternal]

A nice touch, Acadian. A good pathway to lead Buffy into getting new gear and a new look and attitude in the upcoming stories!

The sad thing about this chapter is once again that Buffy knows that her dreams are just that. Dreams. Poor Buffy! Seeing her attempting to hope on the reigns of walking was also something intriguing. You truly show us the struggle she is going through in the aftermath. Not only was she damaged physically, but emotionally as wel. The latter being the greatest injury for wounds can heal easily compared to lost love. She's not going to take that loss very well through the years.

[Grits]

It warmed my heart to see Sigrid in her role here. Buffy’s not wrong to feel guilty over what happened, but Savlian wouldn’t want her to waste herself getting lost down that road. Sigrid knew just what to say. I was glad to see that Buffy was looking forward to dreams of Savlian. Her memories can still be a comfort, despite her regrets.

Oh my gosh, sniffing her turnip! What a welcome visit from Superian! Moira was hilarious. I imagine that the House of Akatosh will be a livelier place with the orphans about. Especially that Moira! It was wonderful to hear how the Kvatch folk were rearranging things while Buffy was getting stronger.

It is Mara who taught you to love, but the free spirited Goddess of sky, travelers and forest that can help you mourn. You are a wood elf and need to spend time outdoors. Embrace the cleansing tears of Kyne – what we call rain.”

I love this part. How true. I’m sure that Acadian would also like to get out under the sky. There is still a lot of healing needed, and Oleta’s words let me imagine what Buffy will probably not completely detail in her journal. What a wonderful episode of hope, humor, and beginnings.

[McBadgere]

Excellent and heavy stuff...

So sad... ...

Luckily, she has a wonderful cast of friends around her...Brilliant characters...

It'll be interesting to see which of the paths of fate Mara puts her on...

Wonder if she's really seen the last of Martin and Magoza... ...

Brilliant stuff...

Love it!!...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

[Acadian]

Episode 171 found Buffy still recovering from her wounds in Kvatch's chapel. During a visit by Lucilius and Sigrid she learned: 1. Lucilius now held Savlian’s command position. 2. The encampment had been moved up to just outside the walls. 3. Rebuilding the city had begun. The following day, Bolden and Moria brought Superian into the chapel for a visit. High Priestess Oleta announced her intention to release our bowgirl the following day.

KC- Buffy’s opening dream was essentially the draft scene that never was – our alternate ending for the book. It was great fun imagining the reactions of those ‘not in the know’ about Martin’s sudden departure. Thank you!

Rider- As you suspect, I don’t see any ‘magic moment’ in her future that suddenly brings Buffy around. Her grieving will be a long process and I believe much of it will occur between Books 1 and 2. It was such a joy to reunite Buffy and Superian, even if only for a brief visit. Moria gets to take center stage one more time in a couple episodes. Thank you.

SubRosa- Buffy’s slowly making progress and, as you say, at least her head is clearing. Moria is such a blast to write as we try to create ways to mangle her words. I so appreciate your kind insights.

mALX- You and I have each lost a beloved mate. For you to endorse the way Buffy is grieving and clinging to dreams means the world to me. Where is Foxy? I thought the scent of Buffy’s turnip would surely bring him ‘round.

Darkness Eternal- Thank you for those wonderful words! I’m so glad Buffy’s struggle is coming through.

Grits- I so appreciate your endorsement of Sigrid. I think she is proving to be right up there with Kud-Ei and Carahil among wonderful guildmagisters and has really grown into the role forced upon her. I’m so pleased that our scene with Moria and the turnip-sniffing Superian brought smiles to this somber epilogue. Yes, our wood elf needs to get outdoors, smell the trees and feel the sunshine. You’re right that much of Buffy’s healing will be ‘off camera’ between books.

McBadgere- Thank you for drawing out that Buffy is reaping what she has sown regarding friends. She needs them now and they are there for her. I’m not sure if Buffy will see Martin again, but even the jaws of Oblivion will not keep Buff and ‘Zoga apart in future books.

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172 Epilogue, Part 3 - Could It Be?

An early sun warmed my shoulders as Superian slowly picked our way through the encampment’s new site outside the walls. I had a commanding view over the maze of tents from the saddle, even if I had needed Bolden’s help to get up there. Since I was unable to mount or dismount without help, the stable master had admonished me to limit my riding to the upper plateau where there were plenty of hands to assist.

Once clear of the tents and smoke from warming fires, Superian and I passed several small groups of men just outside the gate. They were seated on the ground, enjoying a midmorning snack and break from their labors. Sounds of hammers, saws and stonecutting tools inside Kvatch announced that other builders and tradesmen were hard at work. A wagon, heavily laden with building supplies and pulled by two draft horses, yielded as it approached the gate to allow a similarly drawn load of debris to exit the city.

Nearing the western edge of the plateau, my eyes fell upon the new graveyard. I turned Superian away. “No, girl. I know Savlian is there, but. . . I just c-can’t. . . not yet.”

We made our way back to the makeshift corral – a vast improvement over the tethering arrangements Bolden had used in the lower encampment. The burned remnants of the original barn and outbuildings had been cleared away, but reconstructing High Country Stables had not yet begun in earnest. A tent, warded against mice by the stable’s cat, provided storage for feed, tack and grooming supplies. The Redguard greeted our return with an approving smile. “The change in this horse is remarkable now that her elf is up where she belongs.”

“Thank you for the wonderful care you and Moria gave her while I was recovering in the chapel.” I swung one leg over the mare’s neck. The stable master’s strong hands around my waist then eased me to the ground. “Within a few days, I should be able to dismount unassisted and mount with only the help of a brief spell to augment my strength.”

After we stripped off Superian’s tack, she sought the stable’s single water trough while Bolden and I stowed her saddle, pad and bridle. He asked, “Would you like a hand grooming her this morning?”

“No thanks,” I replied. “My left arm may be in a sling, but I’m not completely crippled.”

Bolden wandered off to help Moria attend his other charges. Able to use only one hand, the grooming went slowly. As I glanced at the old Legion gelding named Raxle, I recalled the joy I felt riding side-by-side with Savlian on our way to and from Fort Agarctova. The emptiness in my heart claimed me again. Dropping the brush, I sobbed into Superian’s mane. “Acadian, what are we going to do?”

The mare nickered softly, but my paladin had no answers. I could tell his grief was more for me than our loss of Savlian, but it was nevertheless as raw as mine. After a time, I picked up the brush and managed to finish my task. Listless feet then carried me to my guild.

The blue and white striped tent flap had barely closed behind me when I was confronted by Gladius Maro. “Buffy, you’ve got to help! Sigrid’s with the Countess, and Dreelius says he knows almost nothing of human ailments.”

“Calm down, Gladius. Who’s ill?”

“Pelena’s been throwing up. She banished me from our sleeping tent.”

“Wait here,” I said.

I lifted a flap to one of the small tents connected to the guild. From within the dimly lit sleeping area assigned to the couple, Pelena’s normally soft Bretonic voice snarled, “I told you Gladius, I don’t want you to see me like this!”

“It’s Buffy,” I replied, stepping inside and allowing the canvas to close behind me.

“Uarrhhgg!” She was seated cross legged on the ground and vomiting into a chamber urn.

I knelt beside her, trying to ignore the odor lest I become nauseous myself. Filling my right hand with magic, I slowly moved it over the woman until my fingers came to rest low on her stomach area. After a few moments, I let the bond fade and announced, “A new life dwells within you.”

She looked up from the urn, her eyes wide.

I nodded with a smile. “Your baby has the spirit of a girl.”

She started to hug me, but aborted the attempt as she turned her face to vomit again.

I summoned a handkerchief and pressed it into her hand.

After some more retching, she looked up. “Buffy, now that we know what’s causing this, would you consult my book out on the alchemy table? Among its potion recipes you’ll find one my father created to help alleviate the symptoms of morning sickness.”

“We’ll take care of it.” I cast a simple healing spell to temporarily ease her discomfort a bit. “Try to rest now. I’ll be back shortly.” As she once again lowered her face over the urn and began to cough, I rose and left her tent.

“Pelena’s not ill; she’s with child.”

Gladius’ dumbfounded look slowly transitioned to a grin. He then found his voice. “How lucky I am to have a wonderful woman to share my life and raise a family with. I –“ He stopped himself, clearly staring at the tears my blinking had failed to restrain.

“Forgive me, Buffy,” the soldier continued soberly. “Pelena told me what Captain Matius meant to you. And it was clear, even to this loutish fool, how he felt about you. You and the Captain fought so hard to free this city. The price of capturing the castle was a steep one.”

“Gladius, I don’t want my grief to diminish your joy.”

Undeterred, the Imperial continued, “After we cleared the rubble from that trapped passageway, Lucilius and Mazoga made their way directly to you. Raccan and I were the first ones into the royal bed chamber. Would it help to hear what we found?”

I summoned another handkerchief. Dabbing both cheeks, I let my gaze fall to the carpet under my feet and nodded.

“Charred bones, armor and the scattered weapons of several castle guards told the grim story of their final stand,” began Gladius. “We found Count Ormellius’ remains with his sword still clutched in one hand. The robed skeleton of the court’s mage was there too, his broken staff on the ground nearby. Raccan told me the weapon was completely depleted of charges and its owner had clearly resorted to melee combat with it.”

I swallowed hard, then raised my eyes to meet his. “The Daedra claimed many, but Pelena is growing a new life and told me that perhaps a potion could help her feel better.” I stepped to the alchemy table and quickly found what we needed in her book. After showing Gladius the recipe, I said, “These ingredients can easily be found right here on Kvatch Mountain. Gather and bring them to Sigrid, along with this recipe.”

“Not to you?” he asked.

“No,” I replied. “My alchemy skill is honed toward poisons. Sigrid will be able to mix and brew a much more effective potion than I.” In response to the concern on his face, I added, “I’ll comfort Pelena some more and encourage her to rest. Don’t worry, I’ll stay here in the guild until you return.” The wolf on Gladius’ surcoat and scent of mineral oil wafting from his mail filled my head with memories – and a yearning to be held by my own hero. I managed to say, “This will pass.”

After Gladius left, the seated Dreelius glanced up from the book he was reading to shake his head and quietly say, “A hatchling to be wandering about the guild, no doubt breaking things and causing mischief.”

Part of me wanted to grab his scaly tail and strangle him with it but, with such an act being against the guild’s charter and one arm in a sling, I settled for pulling rank. “Listen, Associate, I want you to deliver a pitcher of water and cup to Pelena.” A slight hiss escaped through pointed teeth and his orange eyes narrowed. In response to the Argonian’s angry display, my good hand found its way to one hip and I added, “That is, unless you’d prefer my chore of exchanging her vomit-filled urn for a clean one?”

“Since you put it that way, Journeyman, I will do as you say.”

Dreelius and I completed our tasks. After assuring Pelena that Gladius and Sigrid were working on a potion for her, I left the young woman resting a bit more comfortably and finally slipped into my own sleeping tent. Exhaustion reminded me that I was not yet completely well myself.

I tried to feel happy for Gladius and Pelena as I stood in the same small canvas chamber where Arielle Jurard and Roliand Hanus had spent their last nights. So much death. Olava, the living saint of Mara back in Bravil, had taught me that for each life lost a new one was created. Given the price of Kvatch’s freedom, I figured every couple on this mountain had better get as busy as Gladius and Pelena. If Savlian was here, I knew that he and I would certainly be striving to do our part. . . .

Could it be?

My throat was dry and heart racing as I nervously placed a glowing right hand low on my belly. I could, of course, sense the familiar combined life sign that was Acadian and I. There was also the powerful spirit of Phantom somehow bound within us. I sadly let the magic fade as I realized that no tiny Savlian-sired elf grew within me.

It was only midday, but all I wanted to do was curl up in the bedding that Savlian and I had shared. I needed to sleep, for only in my dreams did the man I love still live.

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[Darkness Eternal]

First!

Buffy's recovery begins with a step outside into the new world. A good touch you did to show the workers are up and running, starting to build a new Kvatch(something we never got to see in the unmodded game).

"I recalled the joy I felt riding side-by-side with Savlian on our way to and from Fort Agarctova. The emptiness in my heart claimed me again."

. Memories will always linger. It is a sad thing when she see's Savlian in everything she does, even in her dreams...though they are nothing but memories. Buffy will tough it out, I know she's going to pull through.

/sigh. Barely able to even walk and Gaius had to interrupt, though with wonderful news of Pelena's pregnancy. Sad to see Buffy doing simple tasks after her heroic efforts to stop the Daedra. In the end we got a wonderful Acadian/Buffy relationship that speaks volumes, more phantom mysteries. You keep us wondering, good job. And I must wonder if Buffy is truly pregos when she thinks she isn't. You set up a wonderful job of depicting the aftermath of the destruction and how everyone is picking themselves up and dusting themselves off. And with destruction, comes rebirth in the form of a new child. I liked that. What stories the child might hear growing up, eh.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 6 2012, 02:45 PM

[King Coin]

Buffy’s reaction to the graveyard does not surprise me. I am glad that she’s able to ride Superian, even if she’s limited to the small area around the city.

I knew it, when they said Pelena was throwing up, my first thought was ‘baby!’ I knew Buffy would put the task of brewing the potion to someone with talents there. Buffy’s nature shows though, she stayed with Pelena and comforted her. She needs little things like that to keep her occupied I think. Dreelius is less than enthusiastic!

The ending is very sad. You had me going at Could it be? Sweet dreams Buffy.

[SubRosa]

The title immediately makes me think of This song

It is good to see that the work of rebuilding Kvatch is well underway. Not surprisingly though, Buffy is not ready to visit Savlian's grave. That will bring home the full reality of his being dead and gone forever. Something our bowgirl knows in her head, but still cannot accept in her heart yet. I fear it will take much longer to rebuild Buffy's heart, than it will to replace the stones of Kvatch.

Pelena is throwing up? Let me guess, she has a bun in the oven? Yep! A wonderfully subtle example of how even after so much death, life goes on. Buffy's own depression over the thought was to be expected. It is a cruel twist of fate that others can be so happy, when you are at your worst.

“This will pass.”
Let us hope so.

[mALX]

For a minute there I thought you were going to pull a huge surprise on me after that "Could it be?" This chapter went a long way toward showing us Buffy's spirit and strength will return. She is sad, but already picking up her routines and looking ahead to the future of Kvatch (if not her own yet). Very sad chapter, but filled with hope for Kvatch to return to its former glory.

Gladius needs to be choked to death twice, he was just full of great ideas on how to help Buffy feel better. First saying "At least I'm lucky enough to have someone to share my life and happiess with," then going into explicit details about the gory aftermath of Buffy's failed mission - Buffy needs to make him one of her special "potions" to silence him, ROFL !!!!

Awesome Write !!!

[Grits]

As I glanced at the old Legion gelding named Raxle, I recalled the joy I felt riding side-by-side with Savlian on our way to and from Fort Agarctova. The emptiness in my heart claimed me again.

Finding comfort in memories is one thing, but sudden reminders must be especially difficult for Buffy. They’re their own kind of ambush. As Pelena quits retching and starts to bloom, it won’t surprise me if Buffy just wants to be elsewhere. Especially if Gladius is determined to keep a foot in his mouth.

“Gladius, I don’t want my grief to diminish your joy.”

How very Buffy even to know that it might.

Part of me wanted to grab his scaly tail and strangle him with it but, with such an act being against the guild’s charter and one arm in a sling, I settled for pulling rank.

Oh my gosh, hilarious! Dreelius is lucky the urn didn’t go over his head. Does Buffy know a Telekinesis spell?

Could it be?



I enjoyed the sights and sounds of Kvatch rebuilding. Buffy seeing the draft horses and wagons just before she looked over at the cemetery brought Savlian’s exit from the city right back to mind. Buffy seems sort of between what happened and what will come, with the world picking up its pace around her. I get the sense that she’ll be ready to make some decisions soon.

[TrisRed]

Sorry I've been absent. Been away for a short while and was only able to drop in for short moments.

171

What a marvellous chapter indeed! I love Oleta! I cannot stress it enough. I love how she doesn't talk to Buffy like she is a piece of fragile china. Whereas yes, Oleta is kind and caring to Buffy and her situation, she also believes in Buffy, hence why it is so trusting of her judgement to let BUffy leave the chapel; so soon.

The whole Tunic thing made me laugh (it reminded me of a whole jauffre/jeffery exchange). Judging from mALX's comment the TUnic exchange was put in to reference something else? I'm probably wrong. Haha

172

A sad chapter which brings mt to the verge of tears.

The graveyard line had my stomach in knots, just the sheer fact that Buffy is trying to remain strong, but Superian is trying to bring her to Savlian is gut wrenching.

But the end, so heartbreaking. The dreams of a mini Savlian shattered in a single moment. Buffy grows to accept his death very slowly.

AMAZING.