: I have always liked Bravil, although I would prefer it have the same style of buildings as Cheydinhal or Chorrol. Teresa on the other hand, is not very picky. As you say, she spent the last three years living in a shantytown. Anything
is an improvement over that. Besides that however, Bravil's selling points are its rustic atmosphere, and its relatively small population. That gives the city an open, airy feeling that a forest elf can feel comfortable in. As opposed to the cold stone wall looming everywhere of the Imperial City.
We will definitely be seeing more of Aleron Loche in the future. In fact, he appears in the chapter I am currently writing (and it is not Caught in the Hunt).
Would that secret of destringiness be a protein shake?
Or perhaps a hot-beef injection?
You were right about those three paragraphs in a row with Tadrose speaking. I went back and edited that part, and now hopefully it flows better. hazmick
: Teresa gets the chance to show what she has next.
Not to Tadrose though. Acadian
: I knew you would like the return of the imp chips. I put them in just for you in fact.
Teresa does indeed let out that spark inside her, and stand up to Pappy. Quite a change from the alleycat who said "eep!" and fell on her rear when caught sneaking up behind the Emperor's party! Of course now she has to keep her temper while she is at it...Grits
: If you had not guessed, Gaius "Pappy" Vitellus is inspired by the old t.v. show Baa Baa Blacksheep's
commanding officer, himself inspired by the IRL Pappy Boyington (I say inspired because in Boyington's own words, that show was more Hollywood hokum then reality). Now that we are going to be seeing more of Pappy, I started rewatching the first season again to help me recapature his attitude. In one scene General Moore tells him: "You run your mouth with your brain in neutral!" Exactly as you noted yourself!
Breaking down Imperials by Nibeneans and Colovians was actually inspired by a mod I created over the summer. It did it because the vanilla Imperials do not thrill me. So I decided to carry it over into the TF as well, in order to add more flavor. Unlike the game, I actually try to show distinct physical characteristics for each race. For example Nords are always either blond-haired and blue-eyed, or red-haired and green-eyed. Nibeneans are from the original Cyrodiilic stock, and are olive-skinned, with black hair and dark eyes. Being interbred with Nords, Colovians are fair-skinned, and can have a mix of light or dark hair and eyes.
Teresa will be having plenty of excitement in Bravil, that is for sure! That 'blasted kid' is coming up next. Vincent will not appear for a few more chapters though (although if you look back to The Battle of Bruma
, he has a small part there.mALX
: It is funny, because while I was not planning it that way, when I wrote this chapter Teresa came off with a very negative impression of Pappy. Everything he did and said grated on her. I went with it since that is what came naturally. It makes a good example of how first impressions can be very wrong. Next
: In our previous segment Teresa met with guild commander and fessed up about meeting the Emperor. Next she has the chance to show what she can do. Chapter 26.7 – The Fighter
That brought a laugh from the much older man, who turned back to look at Teresa as she stepped through the door. She found herself in a huge field that stretched out behind the guild hall. It ran all the way to the city wall, and was bordered by low stone walls to either side. The grass of the field was trampled down under her feet, giving Teresa the impression that people must walk on it a great deal. At its far end, against the blocks of the city wall, she saw several archery butts. Only these were not the round targets she had always seen before. Instead these were each shaped in the silhouette of a person, with several colored regions fanning out from the center of the chest.
Pappy stepped over to a well near the back door and drew a bucket from its depths. Teresa jumped back as he upended the contents over his head and gasped.
"Achh! that's cold!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he wiped the water from his eyes.
"And you say I'm mad?" Teresa said, now it was her turn to lift an eyebrow.
"If you spent all day holding workouts and training sessions, you'd be happy for a bath too," he remarked as he picked up a small hourglass. Then he stepped away from the building and out into the field.
"My idea of a bath comes with a tub, or at least a lake or a river." Teresa remarked as she followed.
"A good soldier improvises," Pappy said with a smile. "Alright Teresa, you got balls the size of an ogre's. I like that in a fighter. Now let's see if you can back it up. So string your bow tub-girl."
He waited for Teresa to ready her bow, and then pointed at the targets down the field. "I want you to start on the left, and put one arrow in each target, as fast as you can without missing. You have one minute, now go!"
Pappy turned the hourglass over, and with that Teresa knew she had to move. Without looking down, she drew an arrow from the quiver at her right hip and set it to the nock. Her eye was on the left-most target down range as she drew the string halfway back. Letting half the air from her lungs, she pulled the feathers of the arrow to her cheek and loosed.
"Come on, pick up the pace!" Pappy shouted in her ear. "My grandmother can shoot faster than that!"
Teresa felt her heart double its pace in an instant at his scathing words. Yet she did not look away from the second target as she drew another arrow and set it to her bowstave. Once more drawing it halfway back, she breathed out and took aim. Then a moment later she pulled the arrow to her cheek and loosed.
"Time is running out while you play with yourself kid! Speed it up!" Pappy continued to yell at her.
Teresa felt the familiar warmth of anger spreading through her cheeks as he continued to shout at her. She did her best to ignore her feelings, and him, and concentrated on her shooting instead. There was nothing but her, the arrows, and the targets. All she had to do was put them together. With that in mind she continued to fire until finally Pappy finally waved a hand in front of her face.
"That's it Teresa!" he exclaimed, holding the empty hourglass up with his other hand. He was grinning now. "You got six shots, all center mass, with me screaming in your face. That's good. That's damn good! The legion couldn't do better."
Teresa realized that her chest was heaving up and down for air, and forced herself to slow her breathing. Likewise her heart was once more racing like a thoroughbred. She thought about the Emperor again, fixing her mind on his face, remembering the soft tones of his voice. With that she felt herself slowly begin to relax once more.
"You were trying to rattle me, weren't you?" Teresa said, turning to look at the Colovian.
"The last man I had here only got two shots off before he stopped and got into an argument with me." Pappy smiled. "I like someone who's got sand, but not when they haven't any sense to go with it. He didn't make the cut. You just did."
Teresa nodded, continuing to picture the Emperor in her mind while the excitement of the last few minutes slowly eased from her frame.
"What else can you do?" Pappy asked. "That bow is the only weapon I see you have. You any good with a sword? Or hand to hand?"
"No." Teresa shook her head. "I don't know a thing about fighting close up. I can use some magic though."
"Let's see." The Colovian's eyes flashed at the mention of magic, and Teresa wondered if that was a good thing or a bad one.
Concentrating on the image of an erupting flame, Teresa drew the magicka up from within her. She felt the energy tingle in the tips of her fingers. Then she pointed her hand across the field and unleashed a ball of flame into one of the targets, setting it alight.
"I know another spell to heal myself as well," Teresa continued. "I do not have a lot of magicka though, so I can only cast either a few times before I have to wait and let it build back up."
"A healing spell too you say? That's even better." Pappy nodded. He then turned his head toward the building and shouted in a voice that fairly split Teresa's ears. "Tavian!"
As if summoned by magic, a teen with long brown hair appeared from the guild hall. He wore a simple green flax shirt, and equally plain tan leggings. In spite of his lighter hair, his features looked more like those of an Imperial than a Breton, and Teresa guessed that he was probably just a few years younger than herself. Screenshot
"What is it Pappy?" he asked, his glance bouncing from Teresa to the older man.
"Say hello to Teresa," the guild commander said. Then he jerked a thumb at the archery target that Teresa's spell had set afire. "And put that out please, before the City Guard complains again."
The young man nodded to Teresa and grabbed the bucket from the ground where Pappy had carelessly discarded it. Then he rushed over to the well and hurried to lower it into the water once more. In the meantime Pappy motioned Teresa to follow him back into the guild hall.
"Greetings Tavian," Teresa called out to the boy, who was furiously cranking on the windlass. Before he could respond she turned to follow the older Colovian back into the building.
"How good are you at scouting?" Pappy asked, glancing back at her over his shoulder as he led the way down the hallway past the training room. "Sneaking around, being quiet, that sort of thing?"
"I grew up on the streets of the Imperial City," Teresa said with a faint smile. "I've spent most of my life sneaking around, especially when I was living on the Waterfront. Now I have a pair of goggles that let me see in the dark as well."
"Good, I need a scout as well as an archer," Pappy explained. "Akatosh's wings! I need an entire guild again…"
"I know some alchemy too," Teresa offered up as they continued into the bowels of the hall. "I used to make potions for the Thieves Guild back in the city. And no I wasn't in the Guild myself. A few months ago I stopped and started selling them to the Mages Guild and local alchemists instead."
"So you're a connected girl then too." Pappy stopped and turned to look at her once more. "You are just full of surprises. C'mon, I want to see about this alchemy of yours."
"Most people laugh at the mention of the Thieves Guild," Teresa said as he led her through another door and down another hallway. "Not you?"
"I was born at night, but not last night kid," Pappy said as they came to the kitchen.
"That's Teresa, old man," the wood elf reflexively corrected him.