This chapter is a perfect illustration of the old quote:

Leave it to Boderi to turn a potentially devastating encounter into a lesson learned and taken to heart. Who knows how many lives will be saved in Buffy’s future as a direct result of Gaius Rulician’s noble efforts. How many Legion riders will live to quaff a tankard of mead at a roadside tavern because Rulician’s sacrifice gave Buffy the tools to aid them? Even though he only appeared in her consciousness for the space of a few moments, his effect on her life is both profound and far-reaching. I can think of no greater honor for the man than that.

Just a small nit:

You forgot to open the quote before Boderi’s question.

More of the excellent writing I have come to expect from you mate.

As a mystic archer myself, (thanks for the inspiration) on Target command spells have saved my life more than once. Many is the time I've used it to thin out the enemy, even sometimes not having to fire a shot.(scamps seem to like attacking each other at exactly the same time, and therefore killing each other)

I always feel awful when an Imperial Legion soldier ends up dying because I've got a few wolves and a bandit behind me, and really guilty. I guess I'm not the only one. You portrayed Buffy's sadness very well. Another beautifully written chapter.

My level of imagination concerning my character's feelings is way below the level of you guys, so when this happens I secretly hope he dies so I can sell his armor.
All I do is decide what quests to do and which to leave as well as how to earn money, but that's usually related to what class he/she is.

I've read this ep. on the bethsoft forums so I knew it already. Didn't read them in order so I'm clueless as to what happens next.

Btw, anyone know why I can't send pm's?



My mystic archer is only level 4 so I'm not there yet. Plus I'm using OOO so the world is a little different in some aspects and it requires even more caution and training than Buffy was forced to do. Even the planned skill progression is different because Sigil Stones are maxed at lvl 27 and higher. And not the full OOO either which in my case means that leveling is as usual but training is 3 times as expensive. So using alchemy to earn money is a bit awkward now as it doesn't earn me much money to spend on training my majors. Needless to say, dungeon looting is harder and 'my Buffy' isn't ready for that yet.

Chapter 43 revealed a glaring weakness in Buffy's tactics. Her inability to safely shoot her bow in support of an ally engaged in melee combat cost the life of a Legion soldier. Consolation, as well as answers, came in the form of an impromptu lesson from Buffy's brilliant battlemage mentor, Boderi Farano. 'Tis a lesson forged in blood that our easily-flustered bowgirl will not forget.

mALX- Thank you! The screenshot is an ancient original - Number 46 - she is up to about number 700 now. You're right, the lion attack happened just about the way Buffy describes it - with just as powerful an impact on us. We could not resist portraying the random encounter in her story.

Foxy- I'm so pleased that Boderi's lesson spoke to your warrior spirit the same way it did last time around. Thank you!

SubRosa- I'm glad you support leaving the goblin sparring out this time around. Yes, I know Teresa has experienced the same heartbreaking frustration of trying to help an ally engaged in melee. I'm so glad Boderi was able to lead Buffy toward a possible tactic to help. Butterfly dragon - full credit for the dragon part goes to one of your earlier suggestions to us. It was Boderi that spotted the contradiction in Buffy, but you who helped us name it. We have plans for her dragon - if we can keep her butterfly alive. Oooh! Lustatorium -positively enchanting!

Rider- Thank for the word poignant regarding the lion encounter. That is so very much what we were striving to share. Regarding leaving no live enemy behind, I hope that Buffy will gain the skill and courage to do that; she certainly has the predator spirit. In the next chapter, it grows clearer to her why she may need more skill and courage than she currently possesses.

treydog- Aww. Thank you so much, trey. I am proud of Buffy that she felt responsible for Gaius' death, then vowed to try and correct the cause. She is fortunate indeed for the wisdom and talent of Boderi.

Destri- As you recall, Buffy's introduction to the Legion came via a shield bash in chapter one. Since then, she has learned great respect for the soldiers of the Legion. In fact, she seems to feel quite the admiration for those who choose the path of steel and charge into the enemy - perhaps because she cannot. Up to this point, those iron behemoths seemed invincible to Buffy, as they swatted wolves away from her during her travels. It was a shock to learn their survivability had limits. Thank you for the nit so I could repair it.

Doommeister- Thank you. Buffy is humbled that some of the same survival tactics she uses have helped your mystic archer!

Linara- That Buffy's sadness touched you is a wonderful compliment. Thank you!

Casper- Thanks for reading. I hope you'll stay with us. Try sending pm's after posting a few more times; I believe there is a delay in implementing some of the forum's features. How neat that you are playing a mystic archer! We do not use OOO (or any big/overhaul mods), but I have heard that it certainly ups the challenge.




The twang of Slayer's bowstring filled my ears as the first clannfear fell at my feet. That only cleared a path for the second one right behind him. A trio of scamps lurked at range, and were forming fireballs in their bony hands - meant for me. How did I let this happen? The clannfear sprang at me. There was no time for arrow or spell. All I could see were hungry eyes and a vicious beak, intent on tearing into my flesh. I tried to raise my bow and channel magicka into it to help block the attack, but something held my left shoulder down. I opened my mouth to scream.

"Buffy! Buffy, wake up!" The gentle shaking on my shoulder and insistent voice of an Argonian woman dispelled the horror. "You were having a nightmare!"

Raising my head with a start, I gasped, "Daedra!" Becoming aware of my surroundings, I grabbed Tar-Meena's hand, still on my left shoulder. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I-I'm sorry."

"I am not surprised! While I am pleased to have the Daedric artifacts that you have generously provided the University for study and display, I am getting quite concerned about you. Look at these books you have been pouring over all night. You do realize it is morning, young lady?" Tar-Meena poked among the dozen or so volumes spread around me. "I think you have every text in the Mystic Archives on Daedra and Daedric Princes here." One hand wagged a scaly finger at me, while the other found its way to her hip. "What in the name of Akatosh are you doing?" Her tone made it clear the question was not rhetorical. Orange eyes blinked, waiting for an answer.

"I-I've just been fascinated by Daedra and Daedra Lords for some time now. I guess I need a break though? Here, let me put these away." I started to gather up the books so I could return them to the stacks.

"I will take care of these. Go get some fresh air," she admonished. "Shoo!"

"Yes, Tar-Meena."

A few minutes later I was seated on a stone bench near the University's alchemical garden enjoying the fresh coolness. The spot was a favorite of both Boderi and I. Why was I fascinated by things Daedric? The early sun cast a brilliant blue sky overhead, but had not yet scaled the tall University walls to shine upon the garden - too early for Boderi. Why couldn't I just be satisfied collecting wine for a hobby? Seventeen Daedra Lords, and it seemed like each had their own realm or plane. I felt like a walking volume from the Archives myself. I had learned that all of them, save Jyggalag and Mehrunes Dagon were known to have shrines within Cyrodiil; in fact, I had been able to deduce most of their locations and transcribe them onto my map.

"Acadian, at first I just sought the legendary Azura's Star to recharge my bow. Then Raminus asked me to talk to Meridia when I investigated those necromancers. I guess I then got a little carried away traipsing us all over Cyrodiil because I thought I wanted the artifacts of Daedra Lords." I sighed heavily. "You were right though; I am disappointed. I know now, after Vaermina, I don't really care about their trinkets. So why do they still fascinate me?"

How do you feel about clannfears?

I squirmed. "You know they terrify me. How many times have I awoken us, sweating and crying about being eaten alive? Why do you ask?"

Ignoring my questions, Acadian silently continued, what did you promise Savlian Matius?

"What does that have to do with anything? He asked me to return after that fiery portal was closed, and I promised I wou-" The word froze in my mouth as things began to make sense. I continued slowly, "Uriel Septim told me the Prince of Destruction was responsible for the jaws of Oblivion. I'm not the brightest star in the night sky, but I realize from my studies that Mehrunes Dagon is the one responsible for that Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. Ungarion said portals like that are held open by sigil stones - that means they can be closed."

And how does that concern you?

"Acadian, you can be as confusing to talk with sometimes as Boderi." I scratched my head. "That Legion rider, Falcedon - the one I met near Kvatch - said the armies are busy trying to hold the provinces of the Empire together now." I paused for a few moments before I could force out the next words: "No help will come for Savlian will it?"

I wasn't surprised, but my heart still broke when he agreed. I continued, "no one is going to close that gate if we don't help, are they." It wasn't a question, for we both knew the answer. "Why, Acadian - was that a wince I felt from my paladin?" I closed my eyes as he requested.

A vision formed. It was a place like none I had seen. The land was dead, as was the sparse vegetation. Thunder rolled through the canyons, and lightning streaked across the dark red sky. Fire danced across lakes of bubbling lava that split the rocky wasteland. Stone bridges had been broken and pushed up into useless angles by violent movements of the land. Twisted towers marked the horizon. Daedra roamed - stalking for mortals.

I was speechless for a long time, as a shudder ran from the back of my neck down to my toes. Finally I whispered, "by Mara, if you were trying to frighten me, you sure did a good job. At least I now know what the terrifying plane of Oblivion controlled by Mehrunes Dagon looks like. Deadlands."

"Acadian, you realize you've revealed your fear of the Deadlands as well?" Rather than waiting for an answer, I quickly continued, "don't worry, we're not going to run off to Kvatch and jump into an Oblivion Gate - not after that nightmare I had this morning and the vision you just showed me. Perhaps in our travels, we can recruit some assistance for those brave soldiers standing between that gate and Cyrodiil."

And do you now understand your fascination with Daedra Lords?

"Yes," I admitted. "Since Mehrunes Dagon is responsible for that gate, perhaps one of his colleagues can teach me to fight Daedra on their own turf and survive in that environment. I mean, it was a result of completing Vaermina's task that I learned to kill scamps, and that I'm not really ready to fight clannfears - yet. I don't know if I can ever close that gate, but. . . perhaps I can learn enough to at least go in and scout it out for Savlian." I added hesitantly, "does that sound like an okay plan, and will you come with me?"

Our spirits joined long ago, and it is not a commitment I take lightly. We live or die as one, my bowgirl.

"Thank you, my paladin. My choices on which shrines to pick haven't exactly worked out for the best perhaps. I mean, maybe I could use some help there. When I awaken tomorrow, it would please me to find a blue mark on my map."

Excellent work as always acadian. I can't think of anything else to say, except for a S.G.M

Oh, and first!

WOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!! Acadian finally shows up - and what an Awesome scene between the two of them!!! That is my favorite part of the chapter, that and the promise of future chapters in the foreshadowing info so neatly embedded in here !!! I love this chapter, and this is all new material, right? Awesome Write Acadian !!!!

Julian is all too familiar with those nightmares!

Loved the Paladin's guidance with Buffy's thought processes toward her decision to learn more about the Deadlands so she can help Savlian Matius (oooh!) at Kvatch.

One nit, more a matter of personal taste:

Ok, O.K., okay, which to use? I personally avoid ok in writing (mainly because it's a name in East Asian countries such as Korea). I don't like the abbreviation either, because I already use too many acronyms in my profession (ACL, BVD, CBC, etc). Generally I avoid okay unless I'm writing "20th century American slang" since it feels foreign in other languages (and in earlier times, too), but this is the form I like to use (especially in dialogue) because it reads more naturally to me.

Off my soapbox (one of many ) now.

Back to Buffy: I really loved this:

Buffy almost losing herself here, hehe, nice. Err... I mean, bad girl.



I'm sure she's not the only one bothered by this fact. I know I am.
That, and quests being shoved in your face as soon as you talk to someone (Reynald Jemane anyone?).

I loved how you started out in media res, then revealed it to be a nightmare! Perfect, especially given Buffy's recent encounters with Vaermina and the lion.

When I awaken tomorrow, it would please me to find a blue mark on my map.
This had me laughing.

So Buffy has accepted the reason she is so drawn to the Deadric Lords. Having read BF 1.0 I knew as much, but it was still a wonderful revelation to watch dawn over Buffy. She really has changed so much from that girl we knew visiting the Imperial City for the first time with City Swimmer!

This was one with much to appreciate- starting with the symbolic nightmare and Tar-Meena's acerbic response.

I also loved the revelation that it is not the Daedra Lords or their trinkets that hold fascination for Buffy- but knowledge- knowledge that will allow her to fulfill a promise.

And the other moment of deep satisfaction comes from seeing bowgirl and paladin reaching a still better understanding and accord.

Quite a wonderful moment of growth and development.

I'm liking it, Acadian

In Chapter 44, Buffy was confronted with the fact that she had been pursuing Daedric Shrine quests like an unguided missile. In a discussion with Acadian, she sorted out her motivation and came to the sobering realization that there will be no army from the Legion to close the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. She figures the gate is held open by the sigil stone of Mehrunes Dagon, and that perhaps one of the other Daedra Lord may help her learn more about closing it, as well as how to fight the Deadra that it spawns. She realizes she has much to learn before she can be of any help to Savlian Matius, and hopes that perhaps she can recruit some assistance along the way. Buffy now understands her path is a very long one - and that it leads to Kvatch.

Doommeister - Thank you! I'm so pleased you are still with us.

mALX- I'm so glad you liked the interaction between Buffy and Acadian. He is more active in 2.0. What is new also in 2.0 is specifically laying out how Buffy's interest in Daedra Lords has evolved. Thank you so much!

Rider- Thanks! I'm very glad that the Buffy/Acadian scene worked. I was trying to tread a line between a logical flow and Buffy's circuitous, sometimes flighty thinking.

Okay it is - I agree with you on the best way to spell it, and thank you. Yes, Buffy's speech and thinking does often reflect what some might consider more modern words. With a name like Buffy, she long ago learned to embrace words not oft heard in Tamriel. No worries though. She will never go so far as to say something like: "Gods' ghoulies! You're a pal!" And certainly I would never expect to hear the word 'necrodudes' from her in describing those foul practitioners of death magic.

Casper- Thank you. We will take liberties with Oblivion's main quest. I expect there will come a time when Buffy can help at Kvatch, but I think the title 'Champion of Cyrodiil' is not one that will be bestowed upon her.

We are trying to weave in some features to help the believability of Buffy's extended timeline. The death of Jauffre and theft of the Amulet of Kings that occurred almost as soon as Buffy delivered it, for example, helps to explain why the Blades have not descended upon Kvatch - they don't know about the heir. Unrest in the outlying provinces due to the lack of an emperor is an attempt to address why the Legion has not sent an army into Kvatch. Buffy assumes no one could survive inside the flaming city of Akatosh - she will learn that the Dragon God may not agree with her on that.

SubRosa- Thank you! I thought the nightmare was a great way to segue into the subject. I hoped for exactly what you described: 'a wonderful revelation to watch dawn over Buffy'. Acadian walks a fine line. If he pops the 'correct' blue mark on Buffy's map at this point, she will get her little butterfly kicked. He realizes there are things she must learn before she is ready to fight Daedra on their own turf. This will no doubt cause Buffy some frustration. I hope she trusts her paladin.

treydog- Thank you for the kind words. This was a very important episode, and I am so grateful that our several intentions came through. I thank everyone for their patience, as Buffy stumbled and bounced through numerous Daedric Shrine quests for what seemed like questionable purposes. It took her awhile to figure things out.

Zalphon- Thanks for the kind words!



Standing beside Superian, I stroked her shoulder as I contemplated what I was about to ask of her. We were at the water's edge on the northern end of Imperial Isle. In fact, we were quite close to where I had emerged from the Imperial Prison so long ago. I looked at the far shore of Lake Rumare. "Superian, you well know it's not always been easy being a mage's horse. Despite the strange sensations you don't always understand, you've always trusted me."

Forming a powerful mass of energy, I placed one hand on Superian's shoulder, the other on her haunch and let the magic flow into her body. Quickly mounting, I leaned forward and whispered, "let's go, girl." She stepped tentatively onto the surface of the water. I sensed her unsteady confusion and disorientation as I patiently encouraged her forward. She pawed the surface of the water with a hoof and bounced her head. After a few steps, she adjusted to the odd sensation and calmed down. My knees gently asked her for speed and we began to fly across the surface of the lake.

The quiet spray from her hooves changed to a dusty thunder as she continued at a brisk gallop beyond the opposite shore. We stopped only upon reaching the Roxey Inn up on the Red Ring Road. I slipped to the ground and pressed my face against her neck. "Thank you, my precious friend." I sipped a potion to speed recovery of my nearly depleted magicka. With such potions and my ring of waterwalking, I figured I could dismount on the surface and recast my spell as necessary. I was excited that we could now travel over vast expanses of water.

Acadian had placed a blue mark on my map. Looking at the low angle of the westering sun, I said, "tomorrow will be an easy day's ride up the Silver Road to Namira's Shrine, but we'll stay here tonight." I rubbed Superian's nose, then led her to the inn's full water trough. "Let's get this saddle off you." I giggled at the thought of talking to my horse and a paladin that lived in my head. I looked over my left shoulder at Slayer, the enchanted bow. "Should I tell you of our plans as well?"

As I reached for the door to the inn, I glanced northward at the snow covered peaks, I recalled the chill of the Bruma area and dreaded the idea of wearing my horrible fur cuirass the next day to stay warm. I hated looking ugly.

* * *

"Why are you here? You are too pleasing to speak with Namira. Begone." The sarcastically snarled words came from one of Namira's followers, Hjolfrodi the Harrier. She was a Nord that, well, I believed her appearance could have stopped a charging zombie.

"Too pleasing?" I hadn't come all this way to be told 'begone'. Slightly irritated, I pressed, "I've traveled a good distance to see Namira."

"You are too pretty to speak with our Lady of Squalor," she sneered. "Come back when you are. . . less pleasing."

Every girl likes to be told that she's pretty, but somehow, Hjolfrodi's words hardly seemed complimentary. I had never considered myself attractive; in fact, my jaw was too square, my mouth too wide, and my lips too fat. The rest of me was too skinny. Oh, and who could overlook my small size and big ears? Once you got past all that stuff though, apparently I wasn't that hard to look at.

I thought my hair was a nice color. Oh, and my eyes too - but then I frowned as I remembered that batting them at men had never gotten me anywhere.

I did consider myself quite fashion conscious, and was acutely aware of what I wore. Of course, Delphine Jend said that being conscious of fashion and dressing well were two entirely different things. She routinely fussed over my choice of clothes.

Was Hjolfrodi right? Was I pretty? I remembered my time in Anvil. One day, several dockworkers were licking their lips and eyeing me like a venison cutlet - part of me kind of liked that, and found it exciting. But then the next day, I heard a man say he would rather sleep with his horse than a Bosmer. I shrugged. Men were too confusing to understand.

Could this scrawny big-eared elf compete with Hjolfrodi's stunning vision of ugliness?

I flopped down on one of the benches under the shadow of Namira's shrine and rummaged through my pack for ideas. Good thing I carried a lot of clothes (Did I mention that I was fashion conscious?). I pulled everything off. Then I put on a horribly scratchy sack cloth shirt and pants. Freeing my ponytail, I bent over, shook my hair and mussed it all up with my fingers. Then I rubbed a bit of dirt on my face and returned to Hjolfrodi.

"You are still much too pleasing. Begone!" The wrinkled Nord's thin lips smirked underneath her hawkishly hooked nose. Her disapproving scowl was repeated this time on the equally unattractive faces of her companions.

Bristling, I stifled the urge to use my bow to 'displease' Hjolfrodi, and returned to the bench. Think Buffy. You're the scholar now on Daedra Lords. Namira. . . her sphere was that of ancient darkness. Ruler of 'repulsive creatures which inspire mortals with an instinctive revulsion'.

Maybe it wasn't just my appearance. The followers here were not only unattractive, but downright rude. They had the personalities of mudcrabs - worse in fact, for at least mudcrabs didn't talk.

Personality?

Sure enough, a couple bottles of cheap wine were in my pack. It was known to make people get pretty unfriendly. I carried the stuff when I traveled near Bruma to help keep warm. I didn't think it actually helped, but it did seem to make me care less about being cold. By the time I managed to drink two whole bottles of wine, the sun was low.

"Ah, much better." Hjolfrodi's severely lined face cracked into an ugly smile. "Now, you repulse me; at least to a degree. Approach the shrine."

I was too drunk to manage a clever retort. Wobbling over to the shrine, I leaned against it to make the trees stop slowly spinning around me. I tried to focus on what Namira might tell me.

"You dare approach my shrine, Child of Dawn? In Anga, my Forgotten. . .basking in misery. . . priests. . . intruded upon their squalor. . . help kill. . . of the light. . . cast. . . reward you. . ."

My head swirling from the wine, I grabbed my journal and tried to scribble down what little I remembered before passing out.

*

I awoke shivering in the morning sun. My head was pounding and my stomach hurt. My upper legs were particularly cold. Gradually I realized that was because they were wet. Oh, that's just great, Buffy; what did you expect after guzzling two bottles of wine and passing out? At least I had managed not to throw up - yet. I sure fit in with this repulsive crowd now. Quickly, I built a fire to try and warm myself and dry out those horrible sack cloth pants. I then ate some bread to quell the nausea as I sipped a potion for my head.

The sun was straight overhead before I felt elven enough to review the scrawlings in my journal from the evening prior. Finally, I tugged on my buckskin greaves and boots, then fastened up that ugly, but warm fur curirass. My head still hurt a little as I saddled Superian and made ready for travel.

*

I looked up at the ancient pillars and ruins of Anga, not completely sure what Namira wanted here. My drunken notes weren't very clear, but what little I could make from them wasn't encouraging. Something about helping Namira's followers kill some priests, best I could tell. I guessed if the details were important, Namira should have thought about that and told me what she wanted before watching me drink two bottles of wine.

Slipping from Superian's back, I reached for Slayer and entered the Ayleid Ruin.

No candles, no Ayleid blue lights, no wall torches. Total blackness. Plenty of life signs though, thanks to my two rings.

I slid on a third ring, and every dark corner jumped clearly into view through a blue tinge.

I had no interest in killing priests, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to investigate. I crept toward the closest group of life signs. These had to be followers of Namira, dressed in rags and skulking around in the darkness. I backed away. Infiltration, Buffy. That's the plan.

I changed into my hunter halter top, those disgusting sack cloth pants and bare feet. Re-approaching the followers, I wrinkled my nose at the smell. Creeping closer, I tried to blend in.

"Leave us to our squalor, creature of light."

I didn't know if they could see in the dark, or perhaps I just didn't smell quite as badly as they did. Regardless, I took the sneering reception as a rejection of my disguise.

I also realized that these followers of Namira were clearly no threat.

Suddenly they began to scurry about like startled sewer rats. A light was approaching.

I slipped off my rings to eliminate the blue and pink distractions, as the torch bearer drew closer. Namira's followers scrambled to avoid the light as the aqua silk robe walked past, chanting prayers to Arkay. He continued, ignoring the protests against his bright torch. This was clearly one of the priests Namira wanted killed.

I now had a clear picture of what was happening here. I didn't care much for the idea that priests of Arkay were trying to 'save' these souls, who clearly preferred Namira.

On the other hand, it was the Daedra Lord's followers who were mean to me and flirting with the deadly end of the Buffy Doctrine. Of course. . . I had to admit that I was the one intruding in their squalor.

On the third hand (if I had one), according to my studies at the University, Arkay had been a mortal who dedicated himself to the study of life and death. On his own deathbed, he had prayed to my beloved Mara as a last resort, begging for more time to complete his studies. Mara allowed him to become a god, charged with balancing life and death. Arkay was one of the Nine Divines. At this time and place however, I was the one charged with balancing life and death.

My decision was easy. There were no targets for Slayer in this Ayleid Ruin.

I would report back to Namira that she would have to find someone more repulsive than I to do her bidding. Turning toward the exit to Anga, I said, "my paladin, did you doubt what my choice would be?"

Not for a moment, was the silent response.

Sighing, I began the trek back toward the surface of Nirn and shared my disappointment over this venture with Acadian. "There is nothing Namira can teach me about fighting Daedra or surviving the planes of Oblivion." I wondered to myself why Acadian had brought me here. Surely he knew I would leave Anga with a full quiver. Oh well; he realized what I wanted, and I figured he knew what we were doing.

After closing Anga's heavy door behind me, I blinked against the bright sunshine and gratefully breathed deeply of the fresh air. I smooched at Superian, then began to shiver from the cold. As I changed back into my buckskins and furs, I admonished Acadian, "oh, and kind of like the last time it happened, no one but us needs to know I peed myself."

*
From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

Ha! What, did Buffy felt like one of those shemlen cheap-bags who thought of nothing other than drinking? Ha- oops. Wrong dimension.

This chapter just shows Buffy's morals! More please

I loved how you said, "That appearance could've stopped a charging zombie!"

I never cared for this quest - killing priests (or helping kill them) never sat well with me. I only did it once, to see what I would get for it. After that, I decided Namira's reward just wasn't worth it. I'm glad to see Buffy made that decision before it was too late.

I did catch one thing:
Anga has a big butt? I think the door was so heavy it dropped through the ground before it closed!

This was before and is now one of my fave Buffy's - Buffy's getting drunk is hilarious!!!

Ah, Buffy and Superian's first time traveling on water I see. Once again, so nicely done. It is one of those palm-to-forehead moments that makes you wonder how come I never thought of that? Add in some quality time between a girl and her horse and that little portion of today's story is just marvelous.

I also see the ugly fur armor gets a mention! I especially loved how you ended with Buffy dreading wearing it because of how ugly it is, and then started with Namira's shrine in the next portion!

my jaw was too square, my mouth too wide, and my lips too fat. The rest of me was too skinny. Oh, and who could overlook my small size and big ears? Once you got past all that stuff though, apparently I wasn't that hard to look at.
That is our Buffy alright! Still not happy with what Mara gave her I see!

Men were too confusing to understand.
Indeed. Teresa says leave that icky sausage alone and stick to warm, succulent fish.

There is so much to love in your descriptions here. Hjolfrodi being able to stop a zombie with her looks, all the clothes Buffy carries and her reflection on being fashion conscious, the personalities of mudcrabs, etc... Too many to list them all.

it was the Daedra Lord's followers who were mean to me and flirting with the deadly end of the Buffy Doctrine.
A particularly good turn of phrase!


nits:
The quite spray from her hooves
I think you meant quiet?

My thoughts spoken out already.

Whoops! You snuck a chapter by me when I wasn’t looking.

44 What in the Name of Akatosh are you doing?

I can see a very real friendship developing between Buffy and Tar-Meena. The Argonian’s concern for Buffy’s well-being went beyond what can reasonably be expected of a faculty member toward a former student. Perhaps, without even knowing it, Buffy is searching for someone to replace City-Swimmer in her circle of friends. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into things!

It is nice to see Acadian give purpose to Buffy’s wondering and wandering. I imagine that, now that she knows why she is fascinated with the Daedric Princes, finding what she wants should happen in the due course of time. I am left wondering where Acadian’s blue marker will lead her next. . .

45 Our Lady of Squalor

. . .To the Shrine of Namira, of course! Buffy sitting down to work out the issues of her appearance was priceless. I imagine that Acadian could have given her a heads-up on the next day ramifications of being the worse for cheap wine. Like Buffy I am left to wonder what purpose her paladin had in directing her to such a place.

It is also nice to see Buffy mindful of the hard lessons learned at Border Watch and Arkved’s Tower. Whereas before I am sure that want of Namira’s reward would have made her find a way to justify helping the Daedra, now she sees the damage that results from such action.

Perhaps that is what Acadian wanted?

The moment Buffy bespells Superian with water-walking remains one of my favorites. And Buffy’s inventory of her appearance certainly sounds familiar to anyone who has spent time around she-elves (or any brand of human she).



She can learn restraint! It’s a miracle!



No feeble jokes here- this is Buffy growing into the humanity that fits her very well.

A little thing on horsebackriding: You do not use your knees to urge a horse to speed up. I guess usually because the thick leather of the saddle is in the way. You apply pressure with your calves and to an extent; use the reins.

Okay, pedantics aside; loved it. Especially when she contemplated on telling Slayer on her plans

Oh and the part with the wine was hilarious

The plural of calf is calves, unless you are talking about young cows.

Y'know, I actually considered the difference between calves and calfs. Wasn't sure which was the plural of young cows. Thought I picked the right one. Guess not

Even the plural of young cows is calves.

Take it from someone who really knows.

You have been correct Remko.

As for the usage of knees, it depends on the saddle and on the seat. Horses are surprisingly sensitive to subtle cues transmitted through the leather of the saddle. I had a horse perform a flawless side-pass when I dropped my right hip into the seat without moving my knee or calf. It was one of those eureka! moments - it's very difficult to understand unless you've done it (and knew you did it). So it is possible for the horse to feel the pressure of the knee through the saddle flap.

So many priceless moments for your Aussie brother-


Every time I visit Roxey Inn there is always an Imperial Legion guy sitting on the seat outside. Lucky that he did not catch Buffy talking to herself. It might have been off to the slammer for our little Buffy!


Ha, ha!! A work of art that is sooo Buffy. I loved it.


A drunk little elf staggers back to her horse. I wonder if our noble mare cast Buffy with a disapproving eye as she remounted. I sense that our flying Black flash has more integrity than the rest of Nirn added together. If only Superian could talk, now that would be even more priceless!!

In Chapter 45, Buffy introduced Superian to water walking. She then proceeded to Namira's shrine and managed to make herself repulsive enough to gain audience. Although she entered the Ayleid Ruin of Anga to investigate, she ultimately balked at, and abandoned, Namira's task to help kill Priests of Arkay.

ureniashtram- Thank you. I agree that Buffy's moral compass is maturing and beginning to settle down.

Zalphon- Charging zombie - thanks for the kind words!

Rider- Like you, I was pleased that Buffy balked at Namira's task. She seems to be outgrowing her material girl trinket fascination, and even overcoming the intimidation projected by Daedra Lords. Thanks for the nit - darn those last minute edits!

mALX- Woohoo! Another story that made your list of faves! Thank you! A little Tamika's is a good thing. A lot of cheap wine. . . not so much.

SubRosa- As ever, you laser in on everything we are trying to do here. I'm so pleased you connected the foreshadowing of Buffy's dislike for her 'ugly' fur armor with the coming quest. I suppose her physical self-assessment shouldn't surprise me; most women, even beautiful ones, seem quite able to recite a list of their perceived (at least to them) flaws. I'm also glad you picked up on Buffy's mention of her doctrine. Thank you! Oh, thanks also for the nit so I could fix it.

Casper- Thank you. Buffy and Superian have gotten pretty good at water walking. Her custom spell is on-touch for 120 seconds, with a tiny feather on-self effect (also for 120 seconds) only to give Buffy a little icon that shows how long the spell has remaining to avoid sinking surprises. She puts on her water walking ring, so she can hop off onto the water and recast the spell on Superian as necessary. Between water walking, command horse (creature) and her long range detect life rings, Buffy has learned how to travel with Superian safely and effectively. The mare is a constant companion in Buffy's game. Superian has two sets of saddlbags, she is literally the fastest horse in Cyrodiil, and can even come into towns with Buffy when necessary.

Destri- Thank you! Buffy is voracious at reading/studying, then venturing forward to see for herself. Tar-Meena and her Mystic Archives represent the fount of arcane knowledge for Buffy. We found it very natural that the two of them would develop a friendship with an aspect of mentor-pupil. Buffy adores Tar-Meena's prodigious knowledge and resources, while Tar-Meena can't help but admire the youthful, even somewhat reckless, spirit of adventure in Buffy that she, as an academic, lacks.

Acadian walks a tight rope. If he pops a blue mark onto the correct shrine, Buffy will get her butterfly kicked at this point. His hope is to allow her to perceive some progress toward her goal while, more importantly, developing her skills. He is delaying and slowing things so she will be ready. Yes, the choice of Namira's Shrine at this point helped fine tune Buffy's moral compass, but it also kept her from being eaten by clannfears. I expect that after a couple more shrines, and probably some impatient whining from Buffy, Acadian will find her ready to meet a Deadra Lord who can show her what she seeks.

treydog- Thank you, my friend. The trust, built over time, between Buffy and Superian is something she really relied upon to coax her mare onto the surface of the water. I can only imagine how frightening that must have been for Superian. Buffy is certainly horse crazy, but I am delighted to see her - even in game - fully embrace the responsibility that comes with it.

Remko- Thank you! Most of Buffy's communication with Superian in the magical land of TES is actually telepathic/verbal. As you can see, she even talks to her bow. I don't think Buffy will take her wine to that extreme again for a very long time!

Foxy- Calf / calves. Well, there you have it from a true connoisseur regarding the lower legs of fillies and young ladies.

Wolf- It is delightful to have you back with us! Thank you much for the kind words!



"Well, you're up early this morning, young lady," the Imperial remarked. "Going hunting again?"

"Good morning Gladius." I smiled at the Bravil City guard who had not so long ago killed my friend, City Swimmer. "No, actually I'm off to the Imperial City. How did you get the front bridge watch out here by the stables again?"

"Oh, I just go where I'm told," Gladius replied.

"I miss seeing you inside the city," I remarked. "It seems ever since you arrested the Count's spoiled son, you more often get assigned out here, or sometimes over on that mysterious island in the bay."

"I caught the little fetcher high on skooma, kicking Aia, the beggar." Gladius paused to spit on the ground. "He was out of jail in less than an hour. Buffy, I can't look the other way when the law is broken. I don't care if the perpetrator is the Count himself, or the victim is a pauper." He shrugged. "That's just the way I'm built. Besides, this post by the bridge isn't bad; it's been deadly quiet out here lately. I think over the last few days, you've killed every bandit and dangerous beast within a day of Bravil."

Puffing myself up and putting my hands on my hips, I attempted my best impression of a Legion soldier. "We're here to serve, citizen." We both burst into laughter. I was pleased my joke had cheered the man, for Gladius Maro seemed less than fully happy here since his assignment from Skyrim to Bravil.

We had commiserated about City Swimmer over ale and Tamika's at the Silverhome on the Water Tavern. I realized her death was not Gladius' fault, and he knew I did not hold it against him. I suspected there was something more bothering him though. He was certainly zealous about enforcing the law. Perhaps that was the problem; as much as I loved my little town, it was not exactly a place known for its high standards of law and ord-

". . . sound of your laughter has attracted some company." Gladius' words dispelled my musing. He jerked a thumb towards the stables as my mare approached.

Superian nuzzled up next to me. As I fished a carrot from my pack, Gladius reached out and patted her on the shoulder. Experience had taught me to pay attention to the sensitive mare when it came to reading people. I noted she did not flinch at the Imperial's touch - a strong endorsement of the man's underlying nature.

I led her back to the stables, where I retrieved our tack and exchanged pleasantries with my friend Antoine, the stable hand. Adjusting the saddle, I called out to Gladius, "well, I guess we'd better get started for the big city." I winked at Antoine as I pressed some gold coins into the modestly-paid Breton's hand, and then said to both men, "I want to get there before the shops close." With one foot in the stirrup, I bounced up and swung a leg over Superian's back. Antoine fondly patted my mare's haunch, sending us on our way.

"Ha! Shops. Women," teased Gladius as he waved. "Have a safe trip, Buffy."

"Thank you, Gladius. Keep our town safe." We started north along the Green Road. I leaned forward and whispered to Superian. "You didn't believe a word of that, did you?"

I was still quite frustrated after my recent experience at Namira's Shrine. Humiliating myself had netted little return. How to fight and survive within the Deadlands controlled by Mehrunes Dagon seemed as elusive and terrifying as ever. I was hoping to learn some of what I needed from his fellow Daedra Lords. I had asked for Acadian's help in picking which shrines to visit, and I knew he wanted me to learn more things than Daedra slaying. I trusted the paladin's judgment, even if I didn't understand it. All that notwithstanding, Namira and her followers had so angered me that frankly, I just wanted to kill something.

Gladius was right about the area being safe. Over the last several days, I had hunted down numerous bandits and hostile creatures near Bravil. "Superian, you understand. You're the fastest horse in Cyrodiil and you need to run. I'm an archer, and I need to hunt and stalk prey. We both get cranky when we don't get to do what we're built for."

"Acadian, you can chime right in here if you like. Why do sometimes I wake up and feel more skillful? That happened again yesterday. I now seem a little smarter, more nimble and even better able to control my will. You know that's why we're on the road." The sun was now warming our right side as we slowly moved north. "Every time I wake up with that feeling, I'm drawn to the Arena for another match. When I checked my raiment this morning, I counted the notches. This will be fight number twelve."

I looked around. My enchanted rings indicated no life signs in the sun-dappled undergrowth. A quiet breeze carried the wonderful outdoor smells of the moist forest and caused the leaves to gently dance. I glanced up through the trees at several puffy white clouds that decorated the bright sky, then felt something from Acadian. I almost forgot that I had indeed asked him something.

"Acadian, why do you answer with a question? Sometimes you're as confusing as Boderi. You know my worst fears. If I'm going to survive, I need to learn how to deal with them. Getting charged by those melee brutes in the close confines of the Arena with no place to hide is pretty near the top of my fear list - right up there with clannfears. That's why everything Boderi taught me is so helpful. I hope I can survive enough matches to conquer that fear. Maybe then, I won't feel drawn to the sands of death in the Arena anymore."

Superian bounced her head a couple times and snorted. I could feel the energy as her muscles rippled and twitched. "You've been very patient, just peacefully plodding along for me." I crouched forward, my face in her mane as I savored her scent. "As soon as you're ready, girl." Instantly, she exploded forward. With thunder from her hooves filling my ears, and trees racing by, we flew down the road toward Imperial City. By Mara, she was fast!

Hmmm...do horses really know human nature? Hautee, could you answer that one?

What a smooth, silky writing style - reading it feels like coming home from a cold and wet rain, throwing off your raincoat, and then slipping into your favourite sweater and old slippers in front of a nice warm fire...

@Acadian: loved this little bit of Buffy, Gladius and Superian. Not much to point out, just an enjoyable moment or two with some very memorable characters. It's been said before, but these quiet moments are gems to be treasured and held close to our hearts.

@Foxy: Yes, horses can learn to read their humans. Some horses are so attuned to their humans that they can pick up on the slightest change in mood. No, they don't know what their people are thinking, but that doesn't matter to a horse (or dogs and cats for that matter). What matters to the horse is the person's emotion.

Buffy and Superian have been together long enough that Superian knows Buffy's moods very well. I will tell you that after a few years, my own mare knew my moods well enough to behave accordingly. If I was in a good mood, she would pretend to be a spooky, high-strung Arabian (she was actually a mellow Morgan). If I was preoccupied with something, she would give me a little nudge to focus on her. If I was upset about something, she would be very, very still.

Animals in general don't communicate verbally the way humans do, instead the majority of their communication is through body language. Subtle changes in breathing, in posture, in movements may escape our notice, but telegraph everything to a horse, et. al. Horses, dogs, and yes, cats who have lived with humans are very sensitive to our facial expressions as well, and do not hesitate to make eye contact with us or look at our faces (wild animals do not, because it is not part of their native repertoire).

Well, you did ask, Foxy!

A glimpse into a private moment between Buffy and Superian - I loved that rapport!!! And a very Buffy moment !!!! Always good to read !!! This chapter may have been quiet, but it was exactly like Foxy said...coming home to relax and be comfortable, the smell of good home cooking in your nose as you sit by the fireplace - Awesome !!!

"I caught the little fetcher high on skooma, kicking Aia, the begger."
Way to go Gladius! It is a good thing Teresa did not see that, or the Count would be looking for a new son (and she would probably be hiding out in Black Marsh or Valenwood)!

"We're here to serve, citizen."
This had me laughing out loud as well!

Why do sometimes I wake up and feel more skillful?
Because you just went up a level? Does this mean a trip to the Arena is immanent? Yes I think it does.

A nice, pleasant episode as Buffy ruminates on her plans and motivations, and spends some quality time with Gladius and Superian.


nits:
kicking Aia, the begger."
A typo in beggar.

I don’t have much to add to what has already been said. This one was over far too quickly! I’ll have some MORE, please.

I can relate to that. A horse indeed senses your mood. If you are distracted while riding and you have a properly trained horse he/she will immediately try to take the piss out of you. Forget to support the horse with your legs a couple strides, same result.

Funny story H.E.R. I always felt knees don't really do that much because of the leather. But it's fair to estimate you are a far superior rider compared to my (rather rusty) riding skill. If I ever decide to pick it up some day, I am gonna try it. I doubt the instructor will appreciate it though hahaha.

My 1st nit: "Ha! Shops. Women.",




Lol, nice. That's called leveling up, Buffy!



Wait, what? Next thing you know Buffy is the Grand Champion. By Azura!

The interaction between Buffy and Gladius was wonderfully written, giving us a glimpse of the guard’s personality and honor.



Ah, Buffy is learning to turn stereotypes to her advantage. As any hunter knows, there are a number of ways to ambush the prey.

These episodes of internal dialogue and introspection are among my favorites, because we get to follow along as Buffy learns more about herself.

As others have said, it is the quiet chapters that give us time to think about the real girl beneath the pointy ears. Her care and concern for guard and horse says a lot about our little Bosmer.

So different to the way Aradroth treats Gladius, lol.

More, more!!

Looks like another decent soldier has been found. I must admit, when I read the first sentence I expected Buffy to be kicking Gladius's boat back to Skyrim! It's good she's made peace about it. The last few chapters have been very good indeed. Sounds like Buffy is done with the Daedric Lords for now...

Chapter 46 was the first of a two-part story that found Buffy departing Bravil for the Imperial City. It seems she is determined to risk another Arena match.

Foxy- Thank you. I can think of no higher compliment for what we are trying to do than when you say reading Buffy is like curling up by a warm fire. For you to call my writing smooth and silky makes my heart sing. Readers, to fully appreciate the humble gratitude I feel as a result of Foxy's compliment, one has to understand that it comes from someone who can write this:

"Here Morkwin paused, and his eyes rested on a butterfly. Shimmering and opalescent, its wings made a visual poem of a tender beauty in the air as it danced on the soft breeze. Strange how I had never noticed before, how much like a woman’s eyelashes the dark border on the edge of its wings looked….it landed on a tiger orchid, even as Morkwin continued –"

Rider- Buffy has come to quite trust Superian's judgment when it comes to assessing people. Thanks for your warm encouragement when we pause to display the quieter times in Buffy's life.

mALX- Thank you so very much for likening Buffy to what I would call 'comfort food'. As I mentioned to friend Foxy, I can think of no higher compliment for what Buffy and I are trying to accomplish. Thanks to the guidance of yourself and dear Rider, Buffy has grown so very close to Superian - both in her game and story.

SubRosa- You're exactly right; the Count's son no doubt fared better under the rough, but just hand of Gladius than he would have at the pointy end of Red's bow! Our reference here, for other readers of course, is to the fact that Wretched Aia will become a friend to Teresa in her future. When Buffy puffed herself up to impersonate the statement of a Legion soldier, I had to practice that in front of a mirror to check that it worked - I suspect that really would have had you laughing. Thank you for the kind words, and catching my typo.

Destri- Thank you! The next episode will complete this two-parter, and I know you will pick up on some distant foreshadowing.

Remko- Thanks! I appreciate your horsemanship and insight! Buffy relies heavily on the mystical aspects of being an elf, and having a spiritual connection to 'her little pony'.

Casper- Thank you so much for your keen eye. I do sometimes struggle with dialogue punctuation, so I carefully reviewed my references, sought the opinion of a master, and came to the conclusion that it was correct in this case. I really appreciate that you gave me the opportunity to research and review it to make sure.

Yes, reading between the lines, we see Buffy has just advanced to level twelve, while increasing her intelligence, agility and willpower. It is a small reminder in our story that although Buffy is very real, she does indeed live in the wonderfully magical game world of TES.

Buffy, the Grand Champion? In the last episode, she alluded that she hoped to learn the courage she sought before the Arena could kill her. In this next episode, she makes it clear how she feels about challenging the Grand Champion.

treydog- Thank you, for touching on two 'foreshadow' type things. First, Gladius' hard-nosed but just and equitable view of law enforcement does not seem to fit in very well in Bravil. I don't think he will be happy there. Secondly, Buffy is beginning to hone her verbal dueling/deception skills.

Wolf- Thank you! It is clear to me, that Buffy has a deep admiration for - even drawn to - noble hearts wrapped and armed with steel. Perhaps that's because they represent something she can never aspire to herself. Although she doesn't fully understand it, she will display it again in this very next episode.

Linara- Thank you. I was also pleased that Buffy has made peace with Gladius. She will not be rushing through the quests of Daedra Lords so quickly now. In fact, she will deal with only two more of them before Acadian finally leads her to the one she seeks.



The Grand Champion of the Arena was awe-inspiring to watch. The orc with grayish-green skin was relentlessly destroying another wooden target. His majestic grace and power reminded me of Superian.

Agronak gro-Malog paused his training and reached for a jug of water. "Buffy, I see you're on the schedule this afternoon. Good luck."

"Thank you Agronak, but I know you say the same to my opponent." Seated on a bench in the Bloodworks, I carefully sighted down the arrows I had selected to make sure they were perfectly straight.

"You're right." The orc smiled. "I shall congratulate the victor and mourn the vanquished. That's the nature of life and death in the Arena."

Satisfied with the arrows, I returned them to my quiver. "Why do you do this, Agronak?"

"Buffy, I'm a half breed with no real family. Before she died, Mother told me that Father was a human - some kind of noble. But no one believes an orc can be a noble. In the Arena though, I'm a hero - the Gray Prince. I figure that's as close as I'll ever get."

"I believe orcs can be noble," I said quietly. "Why don't you become a knight or maybe even a paladin? That way you could apply your skills toward chivalrous things and help people who are weaker than you." I didn't add that weaker than this orc probably included everyone in Cyrodiil. "Surely it must be a lonely existence to stay cooped up in here, smashing targets and waiting for a challenger to someday kill you."

"Heh, you have a point there, but who would make an orc a knight?" His face then got quite serious. "And you're right. It does get lonely."

"I'll bet the right woman could coax you away from this life, Agronak."

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at me appraisingly. "Is that an offer?"

All the skin not covered by my skimpy raiment suddenly blossomed with a pink warmth. "Oh no!" I sputtered. "I-I meant simply that-"

Agronak flashed a toothy grin, his upper lip catching on one of his fangs. "I'm joking, Buffy. No offense, but I need a sturdy woman who can hold her own with a blade. A powerful sparring partner. An Orsimer woman."

Not quite sure whether I was relieved or insulted, I quickly nodded my head. "That's what I meant, of course."

He took a long drink, then dragged the back of a giant fist across his mouth. "Why do you compete? You're kind of small for this business aren't you?"

The question caught me by surprise, then I smiled. "Well, I'm a half breed with no real family just like you. I don't feel like a hero though. In fact I'm scared to death every time I walk up that ramp. By the time I get to the gate, I'm almost ready to pee in my raiment and run away. That's why I'm here though; to conquer that fear."

The Gray Prince planted his water jug on a nearby table and looked down at me. "I see." He was several times my weight and his rippling upper arms were bigger than my waist. "When we stop being afraid, it's time to quit. Remember this, Buffy: Courage is not the absence of fear; rather, it is action in the presence of fear."

I had unstrung Slayer's staff and was now bending it to accept a new silk bowstring. "I know an old paladin who tells me the same thing." Thankful for his encouragement, I looked up and added, "and you're a hero to me Agronak, whether you're in the Arena or not."

The orc smiled and picked up his blade. I heard the crash before it fully registered that in the blink of an eye, he had crouched, spun and shattered the wooden training dummy with a vicious slash. He winked at me as he bellowed, "Owyn, I'm gonna need another target out here."

I knew in that moment, that I would never challenge Agronak gro-Malog, Grand Champion of the Arena.

Digging through my pack, I continued preparing for the match. In my mortar and pestle I added some water, then ground in several herbs: milk thistle, dryad saddle polypore cap, harrada and green stain cup. The special poison that resulted would inflict four effects upon my opponent.

*

I paused at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the afternoon brightness of the Arena. The sun would be on my left side for this match. After poisoning three arrows, I carefully slid two of them into the sheath strapped to my right calf. I mentally rehearsed my intended actions one more time. Just because I had a plan didn't mean the yellow team combatant had to cooperate; I cleared my mind and hoped for the mental agility to be able to adjust if needed.

I knew a couple things for certain: This fight would be measured in seconds instead of minutes, and I could afford precisely zero mistakes.

With Slayer filling one hand, a poisoned arrow in the other, and my stomach churning, I started up the stone steps.

"Good people of the Imperial City." The booming voice silenced the crowd. The announcer then changed his tone to a thundering guttural growl that ignited the sea of spectators to cheering. "Welcome, to the Arena!"

For the twelfth time in my life those words brought my heart to my throat. Buffy, execute your plan. Nocking my first poisoned arrow, I aimed through the gate.

Concentrating on my target, I pulled him more clearly into view. I was expecting to see the orc, but it was still a sobering sight as the sun glinted off the blade of his axe. I swallowed hard, knowing I could not allow this first arrow to miss. That my opponent was such a massive target was scant comfort. Action in the presence of fear. As the gate came down, I drew silk to cheek, adjusted my final aim point and loosed the arrow.

The orc was fast. He was halfway across the Arena before the impact of my arrow and Slayer's enchantments caused him to pause, and sparks to dance around his body. My poison flooded into him, darkening his green skin. He collapsed, paralyzed, taking frost damage, losing health and having his speed slowly but permanently reduced. Within seconds however, he struggled to his feet and resumed his charge, slightly slowed now.

Calling forth the energy of Cobra's Dance, magic flew from my fingertips. The emerald snake was still swirling through the air as I reached toward my right thigh for the tail of a second arrow. My serpent struck the orc in his chest, paralyzing him again and adding more damage over time. He collapsed, but momentum carried him within two paces of me, showering my feet with sand. His axe was still firmly in his grasp.

I waited with my bowstring partially drawn. I didn't want to risk angle-skipping this arrow off the heavy raiment of the prone orc. He stirred. I knew within the next few seconds one of us would be dead. Struggling to his elbows, he looked up and our eyes met. I loosed my arrow into the exposed flesh at the junction of his throat and chest. The impact at this range jerked his hulking mass back to the sand.

It was over.

I stared down at my dead opponent, the announcer booming meaningless words and the crowd roaring. Shaking now, I had controlled my fear for only as long as had been necessary.

I looked up at the sea of timid souls cheering in the stands. None of them were worthy to even carry the axe of the almost unstoppable combatant at my feet.

"Rest in peace, Gladiator."

I turned and headed down the tunnel to the Bloodworks, blinking back a tear. Whatever stupid lust I had for battle was gone now. In fact I felt sick. Quickening my pace, I got to the renewal basin at the end of the tunnel as I started to retch.

I think you want "Orsimer" here?

Also, if she fights an Arena match every time she levels up, and she has won twelve matches before this one (twelve notches,) this is her thirteenth level up making her level fourteen. You start out at level one, not zero. Or did I miss something?

Let me pop in briefly to hopefully deflect any confusion, distraction or counting of fingers/toes regarding Buffy's correct level.

Buffy had just achieved level twelve at this point, there are two factors here:

1. Quoting from the previous chapter, "When I checked my raiment this morning, I counted the notches. This will be fight number twelve." Buffy is saying there were eleven notches on her raiment, and her next fight would be twelve.

2. The second factor is how/when she started, and therein lies some potential for confusion. She did her first fight, before ever leveling up (at level one) to help earn passage home to Bravil. Upon achieving level two, she fought her second fight. Although it is now 'triggered' by her leveling up, her first fight occurred at level one; this helped us keep her level and number of fights matched up.

So sorry for any confusion, and I so hope it won't distract from this episode.

I also think Buffy is hinting strongly that she may have finally cured herself of her 'Arena addiction' with this fight. I hope so, since I hate taking my shoes off to count her levels.

Bravo, Buffy!

Yes, Agronak is right about fear and courage. If you stop being scared in dangerous situations, it's time to get out or you're going to die.

And kudos to Buffy for deciding not to pursue the Grand Championship.

The thing I always hated about the Arena is that someone has to die. Where's the sport in that? While I'm no fan of the fighting sports (boxing, wrestling, martial arts, etc), I'm cool with fighting until one is beaten, but not until one is maimed or killed. You don't need to go that far to prove who's your daddy.

This is a wonderful chapter because we see Buffy developing a growing empathy for the people in her life, not just her friends but also her opponents. They, too, are flesh and blood, though sometimes it's easy to forget when they're trying to kill you!

"Heh, you have a point there, but who would make an orc a knight?"
Hmmm, now who might do that...

It is good to see Agronak making a larger appearance, and I suspect as large an impression upon Buffy. Once more we see one more brick being placed into Buffy's emotional foundation as a warrior. She has had the skills for some time, the only thing she really lacks is the experience and that mindset. Things which her recent adventures have been slowly but steadily giving her.

On that note, you give us an excellent portrayal of Buffy's pre-battle jitters, and tie them in firmly with the advice of the Grand Champion.

We also see the in-game tips and tricks that gave Buffy her birth so long ago. Quite the deadly mix that our Miss Buff has in her cocktail!

An excellent bit of reality at the very end, where Buffy holds her last shot because the angle would have caused it to deflect her arrow. Instead she waits until she can get the shot at an exposed area.

And finally, an affirmation of Buffy's own elfmanity at the end, with her sympathy for her opponent. I suspect this will be her last arena match.

I felt shades of Sarrah's encounter with the Ogre in this chapter - the one that sent her over the edge for a while. Awesome Write! My fave part was your perfect description of (Wes Johnson) "The Voice of the Arena" - you nailed it !!!

God’s goolies! Is our Buffy playing matchmaker? Black Bow Bandits beware! And if Agronak doesn’t think an Orsimer can be a noble, I know a Lord who lives north of Cheydinhal who might disrobe him of his reprehensions. Of course, he would have to be careful not to impregnable or otherwise malleanate the Lady Rogbut. I’m sure if Mazoga were with him it wouldn’t be a problem. By the Nine, wouldn’t that be a dinner conversation well worth the eavesdropping?!

I am glad to see Buffy reach the end of her taste for the Arena. It just doesn’t fit the person she is becoming, or the task that she has inadvertently set for herself. I suppose she will just have to find another way to test herself on those mornings when she wakes up feeling smarter.

And there you have it why I can never finish the Arena storyline. Or the side quest for that matter.

I'll second that. Anyone who feels guilty over a Legion soldier doesn't really belong in the Arena... Linara always celebrates those mornings with several bottles of mead, so I can't say much for her intelligence, but it's nice to have some sort of ritual, not just the mundane 'pick three to level up and cue triumphant music' bit. A nice chapter.

The scene with Agronak was quite good- Buffy shows her people (Orc?) skills in that exchange. And she reveals a bit of her own dreams even as she tells the Grand Champion that he needs to find a “good woman.”



That’s why he is called “the enemy.”

The unadorned description of the combat and Buffy’s reaction to it make me believe this is the last of her Arena matches. And the fact that she had a relatively personal conversation with Agronak just moments before facing another Orsimer is significant, as well. Our bow-girl appears to have learned another hard lesson in the only way that matters. Rather in the same way that the bump in the bridge of my nose is a reminder to not do stupid things…

In Chapter 47, Buffy shared some history with the Grand Champion of the Arena, learning they have some things in common. She then managed to survive her twelfth Arena match. Perhaps she has learned enough about the nature of fear and courage to discontinue her Arena career.

MyCat - Thank you for catching my typo on Orsimer. I already addressed Buffy's level and, again, apologize for any confusion.

Rider- Thanks. As a petrified youngster faced with my first parachute jump from a C-130 in 1974, an old salt told me, "No one cares if you're scared. What counts is doing what you're trained to do when the time comes." I'm so glad Buffy now understands that. I know Julian does.

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind words. I see of course that you, along with Destri, picked right up on my attempt to foreshadow some of Agronak's future. This was certainly an emotional episode for Buffy. I so hope the Arena has served its purpose for her.

mALX- Anytime a parallel is drawn between Buffy and Sarrah, it makes my heart sing. Thank you. For those not familiar, Sarrah (RIP) was Angel's older sister - both characters created and written about by bobg. Wes does indeed bring our hearts to our throats with his Arena announcements! I'm so humbled that my words conveyed some of that impact.

Destri- Yes, Buffy will be on the lookout for a strong Orsimer woman who needs a mighty orc to lock fangs with. I agree entirely in suspecting that Buffy has outgrown the Arena. She has more important, and just as dangerous tasks to attend to. Thank you.

Linara- Oooh! Thank you! Waking up feeling more skillful, and celebrating the fact with some mead Tamika's sounds wonderful! Buffy, don't you think that might be so much better than peeing your raiment, throwing up or getting killed in the Arena?

treydog- I actually suspect there was a subconscious part of Buffy that may have been experimenting with her flirting abilities during the scene with Agronak - I'm not sure. Any such possible intent on her part evaporated the moment it briefly appeared that he might be expressing interest in her. Who can fathom the mind of a young she-elf? Thank you for your kind comments. I take Buffy at her word that she will never challenge the Grand Champion.



As the pine forest surrendered glimpses of a stone chapel, I drew Superian to a stop next to a large moss-covered rock. As she stood quietly in the lush grassy undergrowth, I unrolled my map across the mare's neck.

I figured we were about half way along our trek from the Imperial City to the blue mark Acadian had placed on my map. Our destination was Sanguine's Shrine, northwest of Skingrad. Another day of travel, perhaps two.

The filtered streaks of sunlight that managed to slip through the forest came from ahead of us - low in the west. This might be just the place to stop for the night.

I slid to the ground and led Superian closer. The chapel, of cut stone, looked to be in fine condition, and its spire rose almost to the tops of the pines. On the forest floor, steel blue entoloma grew plentifully. Similarly, an abundant supply of lady's mantle nestled among the boulders and low-growing bushes.

A solitary farmhouse of natural stone and mortar, capped by a thatched roof, shared the small clearing with the chapel. Inside a small fenced plot that adjoined the house, carefully tilled soil sprouted vegetables and herbs. Wielding a rake, as she toiled in the garden, was a Bosmer wearing a simple blue and green dress.

"Hail," I declared. "I am a traveler and would welcome a friendly face."

She quickly turned her head my direction and stared briefly before replying, "forgive my surprise, young elf. Visitors are infrequent, but always welcome at Gottlesfont Priory." She leaned her rake against the fence and added, "I am Sister Agrond." Stepping to the door of the farmhouse, she pushed it open and called, "Phebe, we have a visitor."

Momentarily, a smallish women - in an oversized robe that was the color of the forest - appeared in the doorway. A matching hood largely obscured her face. "Good day, and welcome traveler." The gently lilting words marked her unmistakably as a Breton. I could not help but smile at her manner of dress, as images of green bags from the University flitted into my head.

Agrond continued, "this is Phebe Jeanard. We are Sisters of Akatosh and tend this priory. Have you journeyed far?"

"Well met, Sisters. I'm Buffy, from Bravil, and I've traveled from the Imperial City. It is late in the day. Might my weary horse and I prevail upon your hospitality for the night?"

"Of course," Agrond quickly replied. "You may stay as long as you like; we maintain a spare bed for travelers, and you're in time for supper. Turning to the Breton, she continued, "Phebe, would you please add another plate to our table?"

"Of course, Sister." With that, the hooded robe disappeared back into the house.

Agrond pointed to Superian. "We have a well that you're welcome to use. As you can see, there is also ample grazing." Her face was well-lined with age, but framed by honey-blond hair, and I felt welcome here as her brown eyes smiled warmly. "Why don't you tend to your horse's needs, then join Phebe and I."

"Thank you, Sister. That sounds perfect."

After the Bosmer went inside, I felt an insistent nudge against my back that pushed me toward the well. "Yes, Milady Superian. Your elf will fetch you a drink right away."

*

I cut another bite of boar cutlet and swirled it in the wonderful leek and mushroom sauce that also decorated several bites of roast potato and pumpkin on my plate. "This is a wonderful meal, Sisters. I'm grateful."

"Thank you," Phebe replied softly. The Breton had lowered her hood for dinner, revealing a pale face with plain features. Her thin brown hair that was cut rather short. I could see now that she was young - even more so than I. "We are blessed indeed," she continued. "Our small flock of settlers at neighboring Brindle Home provides fresh meat from hunting and even brings us a fine selection of wines from the nearby vineyards of Skingrad."

"And," added Agrond, "we grow much of our own food, and harvest the local alchemical ingredients. We even craft potions to barter for our other modest needs. The lady's mantle and steel blue entoloma that you no doubt noticed in the area, grows wild and is quite helpful for restoring health and magical energies."

I reached for the open bottle of Tamika's to refill our three pewter goblets. "How wonderful to live in such a bountiful part of the forest."

"Buffy," said Agrond as she dabbed a napkin to her mouth, "you said you were from Bravil. Are you a child of Mara?"

I nodded my head as I hurried to swallow a mouthful of potato. Wiping my lips, I replied, "yes. I studied each of the Nine Divines at the Arcane University, but it has always been Mara who speaks to my heart."

Agrond smiled broadly. "Good for you, child. Phebe and I will give our nightly prayers to Akatosh in the chapel after supper. Would you join us?"

"I'd like that," I said. "Can you pass the bread, please?"

*

As Agrond closed the heavy wooden door behind us, Phebe reverently lowered her hood again and said, "Welcome to our sanctuary."

The chapel itself was beautifully maintained, its floors fairly sparkling. The light from several sconces that lined the walls, combined with that of the abundant candles flanking the altar to provide a welcoming glow.

"Are there many such chapels to Akatosh?" I asked.

Phebe replied hesitantly, "I-I was born and raised in Brindle Home, and have never traveled. Agrond is still teaching me how to be a Sister. I heard there is a beautiful temple in the Imperial City?"

"Oh, I know the one," I said, immediately regretting my words. Perhaps I had made Phebe feel embarrassed about not being well-traveled.

"Yes, you are quite right, Phebe," rescued Agrond with a gentle smile. "There are three in Cyrodiil. Gottlesfont Priory right here, Temple of the One in the Imperial City, and," she paused as her eyes clouded, "the Chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch."

I breathed in sharply and pushed images of the flaming city walls from my mind. Not before Agrond noticed.

The Bosmer took my hand. "You have been to Kvatch since. . ?" Her words trailed off as she tilted her head.

I nodded slowly. "And you?"

"No," replied Agrond, "I've never traveled beyond Chorrol, Skingrad and the Imperial City. I was trained at Temple of the One. Sadly, I did not know any of the priests assigned to Kvatch. We can only hope that some of the townsfolk who didn't escape the city made it to the chapel."

Phebe beat me to my question. "What good would that do, Sister? I heard Daedra overran the city. How could anyone that didn't make it out survive?"

"I don't know for sure that they could," Agrond shrugged, "but I suspect that Akatosh would not suffer Daedra in his house."

My heart lifted. "Do you really think that's possible?"

"I do, Buffy. I believe Akatosh would protect members of his flock that sought the sanctuary of his chapel."

Phebe piped in, "Buffy, you said you went to the Arcane University. Can you summon a Daedra? I mean, we're standing in a house of Akatosh right now. Could we see if it's true?" Although speaking to me, Phebe's eyes sought those of Agrond.

I looked questioningly to the older Sister of Akatosh as well.

The Bosmer's brief look of uncertainly was replaced by a smile as she replied, "I don't see why not. Buffy, if you can cast such a spell, give it a try."

I hated scamps, but they were the only Daedra I knew how to call forth. I hadn't summoned one of the ugly creatures since the University, and it took a moment to recall the magic. I then allowed a glow to form in my hand. Once my fist contained enough energy, I released it into the air in front of me. As the orange cloud of magic settled, a form begin to materialize. As soon as the summon within became recognizable as a scamp, it fizzled and disappeared.

The three of us stood wordlessly, staring at each other. It was Phebe that broke the silence as she suddenly clapped her hands together and squealed, "oh, how exciting! It worked!" Her face quickly reddened as her hand flew to her mouth and she dropped to her knees. "I-I mean, of course it would work. Praise be to the glory and might of Akatosh, the First God, the Dragon God."

Agrond took Phebe by the arm, gently encouraging the Breton to her feet. "Don't be embarrassed by your youthful exuberance, Sister." With a sparkle in her eyes, she added, "Why, I expect perhaps even Akatosh himself may have been young at one time."

I smiled at the interaction between these two, as I identified with the self-conscious and wide-eyed Phebe. I could almost hear the loving guidance of Daenlin, Boderi or Kud-Ei, as Agrond wisely mentored her young charge.

My excitement at our wonderful discovery quickly faded as a troubling thought occurred. "Agrond, although it seems Akatosh could keep the Daedra from entering his chapel at Kvatch, how could anyone besieged inside survive?"

The Sister pointed up to a large stained-glass window. It featured a depiction of Akatosh, with the head of a dragon on one shoulder and an hourglass in his hands. "Behold the Dragon God of Time who can banish Daedra from his house and wields the hourglass of time itself. Do you not think he could arrange to feed and care for his flock for as long as necessary?" Despite the power of her words, Agrond's face was a gentle study in honest humility as she went on to admit, "I don't know the answer, Buffy, but I suspect Akatosh would not forsake those inside the protection of his sanctuary." She held out both hands - one each for Phebe and I to grasp. "Let us pray."

What a lovely chapter! I always felt there was more to Gottlesfont Priory than you see in-game. For some reason I always think of Shrewsbury Abbey from the Brother Cadfael mysteries (I'm a fan of Brother Cadfael myself just because he's an old soldier ).

A couple of nits:
I guess there was so much excitement that the c and the i leapfrogged each other.

The phrasing feels awkward to me. Perhaps - how could anyone inside survive being besieged? or maybe -how could anyone besieged within survive?

I loved the dinner at the Priory, and the explanation of how the sisters could eat so well living in such an out of the way place. Just one question, though - they're practically cheek-by-jowl with Fort Wooden Hand, a Marauder Fort! I suppose it's another example of Akatosh's benevolent protection, but then how does one explain the destruction of Akatosh's city? Ahh, the inconsistencies of Bethesda!

How cool, having Akatosh keeping Daedra away! And Buffy's likening the mentoring of the sisters to her own worthy mentors, that was very Buffy!! - and explaining how Kvatch will wait for her to arrive !!! Awesome Write !!!!

A capital W perhaps? That was a very nice chapter, although I'm curious, is there really a Brindle Home and the chapel. Sounds like the kind of place Linara likes to visit. Once again you incorporate your skill to make touching characters such as Phebe and Agrond.