A nice little segment at an oft-overlooked location. Not only does Buffy get some quality time in with the priestesses, but we also see some plot building. If Martin and others did make it to the chapel, then here we see that they could indeed survive. For however long it might take the siege to be broken. Very neat - and palm to the head obvious when it is after the fact! - rationale for why too!

I loved Superian's nudge toward the well. Little things like this help make animals transcend being mere conveyances and instead make them characters.

"why, I expect perhaps even Akatosh himself may have been young at one time."
Well, seeing that Akatosh invented time...

It does the heart good to see that, in a place where most encounters end on the point of a sword, there are still places in Tamriel where visitors are welcomed and provided with shelter and hospitality simply because it’s the right thing to do.

When you are capable of setting a spread like this, you certainly don’t need us to feed you! I’ll have a second helping, please.

The bit inside the chapel was interesting. Akatosh's power manifested in such a direct and quantifiable way must give great comfort to those who believe in the Nine, but I couldn’t help feeling that Buffy and Phebe were making Him sing for his supper. Such things mark the self-absorbed quality of youth, I suppose. I kept waiting for Agrond to tell them that Akatosh has more trying concerns than confirming their belief in him. Perhaps she understood that such reassurance was needed, and perhaps she was tempted toward curiosity herself.

Friend Acadian - that was a neat bit of storycraft, explaining away some of the (il)logical nits that Beth left in its storyline!!! Kudos and a salute to you!!!

The descriptive passages and the greetings between Buffy and the Sisters were wonderful, lyrical pieces of writing. And I loved Superian reminding her elf of what is really important.

The logic of Akatosh being able to prevent Daedra from manifesting is an outstanding bit of world-building- another of those “why didn’t I think of that?” moments. Then of course Akatosh is the ”Dragon of Time.” And the interactions of Phebe and Agrond are equally delightful.

To be honest I have no idea what this chapter is about. But anyway.
I've never done Sanguine's shrine either come to think of it. And now that I read about it on uesp we should be in for another fun ride if she pulls through with it (will she ever learn?). I'd have to check the other Daedric shrine quests to see if there are actually a few among them that Buffy would not regret doing.

Chapter 48 joined Buffy en route from the Imperial City to Sanguine's Shrine. She stopped for the night at Gottlesfont Priory. In addition to enjoying the hospitality provided by two Sisters of Akatosh, Buffy's heart was lifted as she learned of the Dragon God's ability to protect those who sought refuge in his chapels - not only from Daedra, but possibly the ravages of thirst and hunger.

Rider- Thank you! I was hoping for a nice interlude while supporting Buffy's important discovery about Akatosh. Lucky for us, the marauders of that nearby fort have such a tiny territorial range it seems. Thanks for the nits - fixed!

mALX- I'm so glad Buffy's observations of the Sisters came through, and that you drew out the importance of what she learned inside that chapel. Thank you!

Linara- Yes! There really is a Gottlesfont Priory with Sisters Agrond and Phebe, and a nearby small settlement of Brindle Home. The biggest liberty we took was to declare that the priory was devoted to Akatosh - the game does not suggest the chapel's affiliation. The area is halfway between Skingrad and Chorrol, just east of a line connecting the two cities. I'm sure Linara would love visiting there! Thank you for the nit.

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind and insightful words. The trouble with BF 2.0 is that Buffy is asking so darn many tough questions of me:

-Why wouldn't Jauffre just send his Blades to Kvatch right away? Because he was killed before he could so act.
-Why wouldn't the Legion send an army to close that gate? Because with no Emperor, they are struggling just to keep the Empire from breaking apart.
-Why wouldn't anyone inside a sealed city overrun by Daedra be dead after all this time? Buffy just learned a possible answer in the above episode.
-Why would Mehrunes Dagon be content to just open one gate? Ouch. Here we encounter the 800 pound ogre in the plot. Although I can think of some possibilities, we must simply rely upon the words, "Who can fathom the ways of a Daedra Lord?" Based on what she sees, I think it is reasonable for Buffy to wonder if Dagon even has the mojo to open more than one gate at a time. Unfortunately, I fear that if the gate at Kvatch is ever closed, it will be akin to striking a very large hornet's nest with a big stick. . . .

I now fear Buffy's use of the word Why even more than her use of the word Fine.

Destri- Thank you! It was the culinary skills of the wonderful writers here that helped me describe the yummy dinner that Buffy enjoyed. Your observation on making Akatosh sing for his supper is valid. The youth of Buffy and Phebe factored in, here as you suggested. I tried to portray some humble uncertainty within Agrond regarding her own faith and confidence. Finally, I felt that a demonstration would convey more impact, and add some action to an otherwise very gentle and passive episode.

Foxy- Thank you for those kind words!

treydog- Such generous words from a master of 'lyrical pieces of writing'. Thank you! Regarding Superian coaxing Buffy to the well, I'm so glad that you and SubRosa remarked on that; I confess that my old great dane had me quite trained to turn on the faucet of a sink so he could exercise his preference for drinking fresh running water. Thank you also for endorsing the logic of Akatosh's protection as it relates to Kvatch's chapel.

Casper- I'm quite glad you expressed that you were unsure what this episode was about so I can attempt to explain! Buffy is currently en route to Sanguine's Shrine - this episode was simply a stop for the night where she learned something that applies to Kvatch. Our purpose was to demonstrate that, despite the fact that Kvatch has been sealed, burned and overrun by Daedra for quite a long time, it may be possible that there are survivors inside the chapel, due to the protections afforded by Akatosh himself. As you recall from your game, Daedra are unable to enter the Chapel of Akatosh inside Kvatch.

If it is helpful, let me offer a tiny summary of the path Buffy seems to be on: She is drawn to Savlian Matius, either because of her heart, his bravery or both. Since Savlian's plight is caused by a Daedra Lord, Buffy is 'consulting' Daedra Lords in hopes of learning how to help Savlian. Her path is littered with detours, some of them extensive. She will complete two more Daedric Shrine quests before Acadian leads them to a final such quest, where she will learn what she seeks. I hope that helps!



I launched a mass of energy into the ground near the middle of the fray and shouted, "Get back!" The wolf, now under my command, became docile as the three followers of Sanguine jumped to safety. A single arrow jerked the animal from his feet, killing him before he hit the ground.

"Are you here for the hedonism? Perhaps debauchery?" inquired one of the followers - a bald Bosmer with a brown robe and raised eyebrow. He seemed oblivious to the dead wolf.

"Um, you're welcome." After shouldering Slayer, I unsheathed my knife and knelt by the carcass to cut my arrow free. "Who's in charge here?"

"Charge? Oh yes. Don't you get the biggest charge out of Daedra? The Nine Divines are boring. Daedra? They're never boring!"

The glare I fired over my shoulder must have registered, because his tone changed as he nervously added, "Oh, yes. I'm Engorm."

After inspecting and wiping down the arrow, I returned it to my quiver. I then stood and faced the Bosmer, who was refreshingly as short as I. "Well, Engorm, my name's Buffy, and I want to speak to Sanguine."

"Buffet?" Engorm looked at me dubiously. "Despite such a delicious name, you don't seem like a party girl. Oh well, a gift for our host would be nice. Cyrodilic brandy perhaps?"

"Thanks. That's all I need to know." I sat on a nearby bench and opened my pack. Glancing at the dead wolf, I was pleased with my new spell. It commanded creatures within its burst radius, but did not affect men or mer.

I then looked up at the shrine to Sanguine. Yes, pretty much what I expected: a chubby horned elf with a tankard in his hand. I shook my head, not expecting to learn much from this Daedra Lord. At least I had a pretty good idea what his price of admission might be. I had done my research and prepared accordingly for 'the Daedric Prince whose sphere is hedonistic revelry, debauchery, and passionate indulgences of darker natures'.

I dug through my pack. Black and gold shoes, Surilie 399, green velvet shoes, ale, beer, mead, blue velvet shoes, Tamika 415. . . oh, here it is - Cyrodilic brandy.

"Ahh. . . another mortal come to beg Sanguine to add a bit of spice to an otherwise drab existence." The Daedra Lord's tone was irritatingly smug. "I would have you perform a service for me."

Of course you would, I thought to myself.

The stone figure of Sanguine continued, "The Castle Leyawiin is a dull, dreary place. The mistress is an especially somber soul, and tomorrow she will hold another excruciating dinner party. I want you to liven it up. Use this spell on the Countess and her guests. I think it will make the party much more interesting. You should probably try to be inconspicuous. Or they might kill you. Oh, and the party is by invitation only. You'll have to find a way in. Have fun!"

I winced as I felt a new magic being forced upon me by Sanguine. What kind of spell was 'Stark Reality'? I was still stuck with the spell Namira had inflicted into my repertoire. Both were mysteries to me, and I needed to get back to the University to find out what they did. Casting something I didn't understand seemed like a really dumb idea - especially a spell that came from a Daedra Lord.

Sanguine would just have to keep his loincloth on. I knew perfectly well from my University recommendation visit, that the Countess of Leyawiin held these private parties every week. I'd get there sometime.

The sun was high and the day warm. I slipped behind the shrine and changed into my own loincloth of doeskin, along with a cropped hunter vest and some sandals that laced almost to my knees. Hopefully, the pleasant day and change to lighter clothes would improve my cranky mood. Superian and then I made our way south, away from Sanguine's Shrine.

I had begun to grow weary of chasing around on behalf of these Daedra Lords, learning little of what I wanted to know. Mehrunes Dagon's plane of Oblivion remained as elusively frightening as ever.

Engorm's words lingered. "Acadian, am I not a party girl? Do you remember that time Ardaline and I were giggling, dizzy with wine up in Kud-Ei's room at the Bravil guildhouse?"

I sensed a light humor from the paladin as I recalled the episode fondly. Kud-Ei was out of town on guild business. Ardaline and I were giving each other a fashion show, trying on every outfit in the guild, then prancing around in front of each other to see how we looked. I teased her about Varon Vamori. She blushed and said Varon was better than being goofy for a black mare. Ardaline seemed surprised when I told her how much I envied her statuesque height, grace and beautifully curved Altmer ears. I was astonished to learn she felt herself to be gawky, and envied what she called my 'elven petiteness'. Then we started hitting each other with pillows. We both awoke in Kud-Ei's bed the next morning with our heads throbbing from the wine, and wearing horribly mismatched outfits that would have made Delphine cringe.

Giggling at the memory, I noted how good the sun felt good on my skin as I enjoyed the sights, sounds and smells of the Imperial Reserve. Finally, we emerged from the brush and stood at the edge of the Gold Road.

My rings detected a life sign. It was a large pink streak that I recognized well. I smiled as I heard thundering hooves and waited the few seconds it would take them to close the distance.

The black horse and its rider abruptly drew to a stop in front of us. "Well met, Buffy." The dusty young Breton was working hard to settle her prancing, snorting stallion.

"Hail, Miliele," I replied. As Superian became fidgety, flattened her ears and whinnied disapprovingly, I became alarmed. If she reared on this uneven rocky ground next to the road, I could be thrown, she could injure a rear leg, or in the worst case, we could both go over backwards.

I leaned forward. If Superian began to rear up, I would throw my arms around her neck, pivot myself to the ground, jump clear and cast a calm spell. Fortunately, she chose to take a few steps back instead. She nevertheless, continued tossing her head and expressing her opinion with short loud breaths.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was able to turn some of my attention back to Miliele. There were five women in Cyrodiil that rode these majestic animals - all four Black Horse Courier riders and myself. We all knew each other. I asked, "What news do you carry, sister of the black horse?" The couriers were entrusted to carry not only the Cyrodiil news, but messages to and from officials of the Empire.

"Kvatch is still hostage to that Daedra gate." Miliele had been able to open the distance between the two horses by a few more paces, clearly exasperated by the unruly stallion. "I'm carrying a message from Captain Savlian Matius demanding more help from the Legion. His men are weary, and fresh meat is scarce. The citizens in the encampment are doing everything they can to supply their soldiers at the barricade, but they are poor hunters."

The stallion was now pawing the ground and blowing hard. "Sorry, Buffy," Miliele continued. "Perhaps someday we can have tea and a coherent conversation, without the jostling and bouncing. Tiber can run like the wind, but he's a real stinker around the ladies. We've got to get to the Imperial City anyway. With no visible prompting from Miliele, the stallion was off, his hoof beats soon fading toward Skingrad and the Imperial City beyond.

I looked east along the road after them. Dust from the courier still clung to the air. My plans were to stop at the University to sort out that new spell from Sanguine, then go home to Bravil and pack what I might need for Castle Leyawiin.

Heaving a sigh, my eyes were drawn west toward Kvatch. Miliele's words about the shortage of fresh meat still echoed. My head and heart were swirling as I went through the motions of pulling out my map in a futile effort to delay my decision.

I was no hero. I felt no obligation to the citizens of Kvatch. Nor was I ready to enter a flaming gate to Oblivion.

I recalled the shield I had enchanted that was still nestled in my magic bag. Then I thought about the man with the heart of a lion who gave it to me. I knew he had told me to stay away until the gate was closed, but. . . .

I turned Superian, and we set off into the late afternoon sun.

Maybe I couldn't help with that gate, but I sure could do something about the lack of good hunters.

Some really funny moments here:







And Matias, never far from her mind...

Great Addition to Buffy's story !!!!!

I couldn't help noticing Superian's behavior around the Black Courier stallion. Makes me wonder if she's about to enter into heat? If so, the Buffster had better watch out! Being on the mare's back during mating is not the place to be.

This made me laugh, knowing too well what happens upon completion of his quest!

And Buffy decides to help Kvatch in a very fundamental way. I adore this about her - the fact that the help she gives others is soooo practical in nature! Fresh meat indeed! While Savlian may be thinking of one kind of fresh meat, and the Fox is thinking of another kind of fresh meat, our Buffy is thinking of the kind of fresh meat that fills the belly and warms the spirit. Atta girl!

That was very much a "Buffy moment."



Interesting figure of speech there, given what the feature holds…

The concerns about her appearance and the memory of Ardaline were wonderfully drawn, reminding us all why we love her.

And even as Buffy tries to follow her plan, news of Kvatch intrudes. Fortunately, it is the prerogative of every female- elven or otherwise- to change her mind.

Do not forget all those other important questions. Like why is the sky blue? Or how come the Detroit Lions can never win a game? Or why is LeBron James a greedy traitor? Or is God so powerful that he can make a rock so big that even he can't lift it?

Daedra? They're never boring!
One cannot argue with that!

So how come when I think of Sanguine, I am picturing John Belushi from Animal House?

Casting something I didn't understand seemed like a really dumb idea - especially a spell that came from a Daedra Lord
How come I never think of that when I am playing the game? Seriously, I love Buffy's understandably cautious and disenchanted attitude to Daedric Princes foisting spells off on her.

I'd get there sometime.
Yep, now that is the female attitude! Or as a certain fella in a grey pointy hat once said: "A wizard is never late, or early. He always arrives exactly when he means to!"

Teresa wants to know if there are any pics of Buffy in her doeskin loincloth?

I also loved Buffy's reminiscing about her 'wild party' with Ardaline. Now Teresa is jealous! She never got to have a pillow fight with Methredhel! Funny thing is, there is some historical basis to such parties. Women did much the same in ancient Sparta. There was a shrine to Helen outside the city (the face that launched a thousand ships Helen), and young women would go there to spend the night singing, dancing, drinking wine, and doubtlessly having sex...

I loved the extra details you lavished upon us with Superian's reaction to the stallion. You made it plain what she thought of him! Likewise with Buffy's own riding skills, as she considers both the danger, and her options to mitigate it.

And Buffy is off to feed the true heroes of Kvatch!



@Linara: Gottlesfont Priory - The UESP wiki is your friend

I am so sorry for being gone for so long Acadian. My computer has REALLY been acting up. Had to send it back in and told them to keep it for a while as to make sure EVERYTHING was fixed. Now I'm back and better than ever, and ready for more Buffy!

Thanks for the explanation Acadian.
I recall this episode from the Bethesda forums (only read few bits on there). A pity that Buffy is having the spell examined. I bet if she can find out what it does we won't get to see it in action.
Mental note: do more Daedric shrine quests.

I cannot help but become concerned for our little Buffy. First it is the cheap wine for Namira and now brandy for Sanguine, oh dear, what is happening to Buffy!?! I do have full confidence that she knows what she is doing, but with all the skooma temptation that Bravil brings, I hope that Buffy does not end up like Julian, lol


Sounds a little like Spring Break down in Florida!!

There is also (if I may quote a particularly annoying physics professor I once had) the ‘relative nature of temporal perception.’ For Lord Dagon and his ilk the space of a year as we perceive it is less than the blink of an eye. Perhaps he has not acted simply because there’s no real need to act. They aren’t making new dragon bloods any time soon. It will take the Mythic Dawn time to sort through the wreckage of Kvatch, only then will Dagon know if his efforts to silence the last of the Septims met with success. I can find no flaw with the logic of moving this particular story along at a ‘glacial pace’.

And now for this chapter:

From the first paragraph we see Buffy applying her new knowledge. I am glad she got the chance to exercise her command spell against something slightly less menacing than a mountain lion (poor wolf).

What a perfectly ironic sentence!

Including the detail that the Courier riders also carry messages between officials is a wonderful bit of worldbuilding that I can see you drawing from again and again in Buffy’s story.

First some venison, then Savlian KVATCH!

In Chapter 49, Buffy spoke with the Daedra Lord, Sanguine. She then set her path for the University, Bravil, and ultimately Leyawiin to attempt Sanguine's quest. Before even reaching Skingrad however, she encountered a Black Horse Courier rider who provided some news of Kvatch, including word that fresh meat was in short supply. Buffy the deer hunter suddenly changed her plans and turned for Kvatch.

mALX- Given your impressive talent for humor, I'm delighted that you found a couple examples here, such as twisting Buffy's name to Buffet. My hope was in the first part of the episode to contrast her cranky mood with some touches of situational humor by playing her off the crazy followers as the 'straight man elf'.

Rider- Thank you for drawing some 'under the surface' observations about loincloths and keeping them on; as well as the Foxical implications of Buffet Buffy delivering fresh meat to Savlian Matius.

treydog- Thanks. Yes, the poor girl really needs to organize her pack better!

Loincloths coming on and going off, plans to go east that turn westerly. It seems Stark Reality will just have to wait for our easily distracted elf.

SubRosa- Given how much I savored your truly gracious and insightful comments, how could I possibly refuse Teresa's request for pictures of loincloths? Of course, Milady! Here is a loincloth, modeled by the chubby Daedra Lord with a tankard. Oh, don't mind the skinny wood elf reporting for duty in the foreground: Screenshot .

Grizzly- I am so glad you got your computer fixed. It is wonderful to have you back and reading!

Casper- Whew! I'm relieved that our explanation helped keep you with us. If you hope to see Countess Leyawiin stripped of her green silks, take heart. In fact Buffy will expand Sanguine's quest into a massive production, as only she can. First however, her penchant for easily being distracted must be indulged. After delivering fresh meat to Savlian (venison of course, silly), I expect she will dance and flit her way in a generally Leyawiinish direction.

Wolf- So wonderful of you to drop in for some Tamika's. Oh noes! I hope it was clear that Buffy only carried cheap wine for the misguided 'medicinal purposes' of keeping warm near Bruma. Here, she was loaded up with every drink known to mer because she had anticipated the nature of what Sanguine might want as an offering. Normally, the shoes and clothes in her pack simply hide a bottle or two of Tamika's. Now that said, you are astute to notice Buffy's taste for the grape; if tragedy were ever to befall our bowgirl, I would be disappointed, but not shocked to see her take comfort there.

Destri- Thank you for your endorsement of our efforts to try and blend aspects of the game (delaying the Main Quest in this case) with Buffy's need for time to learn and grow. Even though it cost the life of a Legion rider, I expect the spell inspired by his sacrifice will go on to save more lives. Buffy's friendship with the Courier riders will really pay off when she learns that they will also carry personal messages for fellow sisters of the black horse.



The sun was high, and a welcome breeze caused the golden grasses flanking our path to sway gently. Superian and I trudged side by side along the trail leading to the Kvatch encampment. We were both heavily laden; she with the carcasses of three deer, and I with trepidation.

The magnitude of the fact that I was actually returning to Kvatch - even if only briefly to deliver fresh meat - was weighing more heavily upon me with every step. My stomach was churning. "Acadian, I should have talked with you about this decision before I made it. Part of me wants to turn around and run away." I glanced at Superian's load. "I can't though; these deer have surrendered their spirits to help. Please tell me if I'm doing the right thing?"

Delivering fresh game to the brave defenders here is a noble act of kindness, Buffy.

I frowned as his silent words floated through my head. "I'm neither noble nor kind. You know perfectly well why we're here. The bounty that Superian carries is just an excuse. I'm terrified to see Savlian Matius again, yet I can't stay away. He probably doesn't even remember me, but even after all this time, I can't purge the man from my mind. Are the feelings that I may have for him real, or just the imaginings of a silly elf?"

You won't find out by avoiding Kvatch, my bowgirl. Follow your heart.

I nodded. "You're right. I sure hope I know what we're doing." I could see the encampment now, but barely recognized what little I remembered of it. What had been simply a large bonfire surrounded by several dozen glum refugees, had grown into a small city of tents. Smoke rose from numerous cooking fires. Two men tended a small field of crops near the camp's edge. As we drew closer, a Redguard appeared between two of the tents, noticed me, and approached.

"Hail, hunter," he said with his eyes pinned to Superian's load. "If you're here to sell your kills, we'd love to have them, but we can't offer you much gold. Our city and livelihoods are besieged by that damned Oblivion Gate. I'm Bolden. I run the stables - or at least I used to."

"Well met. I am called Buffy. My price for this meat is only that it be shared with the soldiers who defend your city."

Bolden's brown eyes opened wider. "Your offer is most kind, and graciously accepted. We work hard to keep our soldiers fed." His pleasant face was lined with perhaps four decades of age, and closely cropped black hair showed flecks of gray. With the calm assuredness that confirmed his profession, he stopped a pace short of Superian and allowed the mare to inspect him as he asked her, "What's your name?" She seemed to accept him and did not object as he gently touched her nose with the back of his hand.

"Superian," I replied.

He then turned to face me and jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the camp. "Let's get Superian unloaded and tended to. You both look weary."

The mare and I followed Bolden through the confusing maze of tents and smoking campfires. Dejected faces eyed Superian's cargo hungrily. Some of the unfortunates looked vaguely familiar, but my first visit had been too brief and overwhelming to remember any of them. I saw no sparks of recognition from any of their eyes either. Despite being tired and heavily loaded, Superian was wide-eyed and fidgety to be in close confines among so many strangers. A handful of survivors looked up from several crude benches surrounding a large fire as we arrived at the center of the encampment. Bolden announced, "This is Buffy."

Several people approached, no doubt to help unload Superian. Before I could protest, Bolden held up his hand and said firmly. "No, friends. This mare doesn't need to be pawed by a bunch strangers, and if I read her correctly, she won't tolerate it. Buffy and I will unload her. Please get Weedum-Ja though. She'll know what to do with these deer."

I caught Bolden's eyes and silently mouthed, "Thank you," as the two of us untied and lifted the carcasses from Superian's back.

An Argonian approached, and Bolden said to her, "Weedum-Ja, this is Buffy. She's brought fresh meat for us to share with our soldiers."

"It is good to meet you, Buffy. Your kindness will be put to good use." Before I could reply, the Argonian started issuing orders to the handful of survivors that had gathered. "Roast two hindquarters right now and get them up to the barricade. The rest of the first deer goes into the stew pot. I want the other two cut, stripped and hung right away. Be careful not to damage the skins, and deliver them to Batul gra-Sharob; she'll be able to fashion something from them. Get our smoking tent fired up." Orange eyes flashed, as she clapped her scaly hands twice. "Did I stutter, people? Get moving!"

The area erupted with activity.

Bolden chuckled and motioned with his head for me to follow him. Superian and I did so. We threaded our way among more tents until we emerged on the other side of the encampment near the base of the trail that led up to the barricade.

The small clearing was nestled against a line of shade trees. A single white mare, in very good condition, raised her head curiously from the nearby ample grazing. Next to a water trough that I didn't recall from my first visit, was a makeshift rack fashioned from tree branches. It held what appeared to be the white mare's tack. "This is my stables," said Bolden with a shrug. "Such as it is."

The two of us then set about stripping off Superian's tack and cleaning the deer blood from her mane and coat.

As I hung Superian's bridle on the rack, I noticed stable markings on the other horse's saddle. Pointing toward the white mare, I remarked, "She's an Anvil horse?"

Bolden nodded. "Aye. Her name's Marilou, and her rider will take her back to Anvil in a few days. Every fortnight, Countess Millona Umbranox has one of her city guards ride up here. They bring supplies from Castle Anvil - repair hammers, arrows, bowstrings, potion bottles, even flatbread and hardtack. The rider then pulls a couple weeks of duty for Captain Matius up on the barricade before his replacement shows up. If we ever get our city back, we'll never forget the help provided by Anvil."

"What a wonderful idea," I said. "This Countess Umbranox sounds both gracious and wise." If Anvil could provide assistance, could there perhaps be other sources of help beyond the Legion?

As Bolden placed Superian's saddle on the rack, it was his turn to notice the stable markings. "Equestria? That's a stables for mages only. How'd you get this saddle?"

"I belong to the guild of mages."

"I thought you were a hunter," he said, looking over my shoulder at Slayer. Then it came: "You don't look like a mage."

My defensive feelings over the remark that I had endured many times, seemed petty amidst the despair that hung heavily over this encampment. Besides, Bolden's manner seemed more curious than insulting, and Superian liked him. It actually wasn't hard to stifle my indignation as I replied, "I get that a lot." I then grinned and held up my right fist, glowing with the harmless magic of a charm spell. "Would you like me to prove my credentials by turning you into a chicken?"

Bolden flashed a beautiful white-toothed grin as he held up his hands in mock surrender. "On closer look, I believe you. Nobody but a mage would carry a bow without a blade to back it up. As soon as we finish cleaning up your mare, I'll introduce you to Sigrid. She's a mage too."

GAAAAAH!!! What is that big long thing dangling from the Daedric statue...sans loincloth? URGH !!!!



Er...I love this re-write much better than the original, especially the beginning and at breakfast time !!!!! Great Write !!!!!

AND ... Buffy finally got over that miff when being told she doesn't look like a mage !!!! Yeah, she is growing up !!!! She handled that well, I'm proud of her !!!

We were both heavily laden; she with the carcasses of three deer, and I with trepidation.

Once in a while, friend Acadian, you write something that is so smooth yet powerful that I can only state: "This is the voice of a true writer, only he doesn't know it himself...yet".

Develop that voice, friend. One day I hope to see your name on a book in a bookstore!

Even if it's a virtual one, one the net...

WHY must you comment about that my Red Riter!!! AFTER ALL THE EFFORT I PUT INTO NOT WRITING ABOUT THAT YOU...YOU...YOU JUST HAD TO....

Er...it was there?

Er... is this the rack you hung Superian's bridle on?


http://www.uesp.net/wiki/File:OB-npc-Sigrid.jpg




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@mALX: I'm not sure about the Buffster, but I'm sure Teresa would love to hang a bridle (among other things) from that rack!

Acadian, again a lovely chapter about Buffy's return to Kvatch. That sentence Foxy already pointed out jumped out at me for its beauty and simplicity. Very evocative.

I also loved the bit about the Countess of Anvil sending up supplies to Matius to help out.

And Boldon is as charming and helpful as ever. I really enjoyed the interaction between him and Superian.

As for Buffy's nerves about seeing Matius again, I can absolutely relate to that!

It seems Foxy disease has infected many of the females here.

Acadian started it by showing us dirty pictures first thing in the morning !!!

Truly amazing writing Acadian. May I ask where your talent came from? Is it natural, years of experience, etc?

Ahh, now I remember Buffy. I enjoyed that piece a lot, keep it up!

How did I miss this earlier?

My, the Buffster does look quite... buff in her hunting garb!

We were both heavily laden; she with the carcasses of three deer, and I with trepidation.
I particularly enjoyed this use of words.

these deer have surrendered their spirits to help.
In many hunter-gatherer societies the belief is that animals are spirits that have come to our world and taken flesh. Killing them and eating their meat is seen as holy rite, which frees their spirit to return to the Otherworld. So the basic feeling is that while the meat which made up the animal died, its spirit lives on just fine, and will in fact return to the Earth innumerable times in the future.

Now having grown up in a city (albeit a small one), hunter-gatherer values were probably not instilled in Buffy. However, If Uncle Daenlin is from Valenwood, he might have passed some of this belief along while teaching the young Buff to hunt. Just something to consider when portraying Buffy's view of the animals she hunts.

You won't find out by avoiding Kvatch, my bowgirl. Follow your heart.
Excellent advice. Even it turns out badly, you still learn a valuable lesson.

"You're right. I sure hope I know what we're doing."
Why does Buffy remind me of another wood elf looking at the Wawnet Inn with a pair of wine bottles in hand?

"Did I stutter, people? Get moving!"
This had me laughing. I think we know who is the leader of this encampment!

And finally the Countess of Anvil is helping out. It is nice to know someone else in the Empire can be bothered to help the Kvatchians with the gate!

I'll admit, its sad. The chapter I keep waiting for shows up and I don't comment...Anyway, finally she heads to Kvatch!! Sanguine's followers are very...unique I suppose. Linara keeps meaning to check out those Daedric shrines everyone is talking about, but she never gets to it. Maybe one day.

A nice way to tie the BHC into the story, especially with that reason. Good writing, and I can't wait for the next part! I'm a sucker for romances, I guess.

Bolden may not be a mage, but even he should know that there's no such thing as a spell that turns people into chickens. In fact, chickens don't seem to exist in Tamriel at all.
Nice to see that Buffy decided to take another peek at:

Using the growth of the camp to show the passage of time is an excellent touch. It shows that that the people of Kvatch, though burdened with heavy hearts and many troubles, have certainly not been idle in Buffy’s absence. Bolden in particular stands out. This version of him is far more accommodating than the version that mutters terse warnings in the game. And of course, like haute, you have the voice of authority emanating from behind small, sharp teeth and green scales.

I find it interesting that you chose Anvil as the city that provides help for Kvatch. We seem to share the opinion that Countess Umbranox is the one truly generous soul amongst the various fiefdoms of Cyrodiil. Given their long history of alliance, Skingrad’s silence to Kvatch’s plight is deafening.

In Chapter 50, Buffy began a four episode visit to Kvatch, by delivering three freshly killed deer to help augment food supplies for the besieged defenders. As she was welcomed and escorted through the camp to the stables area, Buffy was struck by how much the encampment had changed and adapted to survive.

mALX- Thank you! In this portion of 2.0, we chose to emphasize the Kvatch encampment more than Buffy's actual hunting. You're right; given the despair at Kvatch, whether she 'looked like a mage' seemed to fade into insignificance - even to her. Sorry that Sanguine's loincloth developed an unintentional life of its own in that screenshot - I keep forgetting about your vision, my dear. Sigrid's rack will be referenced a couple times during Buffy's visit.

Foxy- Thank you for the kind and supportive words, my friend.

Rider- I've always liked Countess Anvil, and wanted her generosity to plant ideas in Buffy's head. It was of course OHDH that inspired my selection of Bolden as stablesmaster - thanks for your gracious support when I asked you if I could use him in the same role you assigned him. Thank you also for the kind and supportive comments!

Grizzly- Oh my goodness, such a nice compliment to our writing! I have always been fairly good at organizing written communication for structure, and all the grammar type stuff, but Buffy is my first attempt at writing for entertainment. If I have any talent toward fan fiction it attributes from two things: First, the assistance/support and example provided by the wonderful writers whose names appear in this post (plus names like treydog and Wolf). Secondly, the truckload of passion that my elf inspires within me. As I am old and retired, Buffy is my full-time obsession - the granddaughter I never had. Her spirit is animated by the first Mrs Acadian, who passed away in 1999.

SubRosa- As ever, thank you so much for highlighting and reinforcing so much of what we try to do. I agree on Buffy being a spiritual hunter, and shall have to gently elaborate a bit on that each time she has the occasion to thank a deer for its meat and skin. The way to a camp's heart is through its stomach, and Iron Chef Weedum-Ja seems to know her business when it comes to chow. Unfortunately, Buffy's ability to deal with matters of the heart will lag behind her growing skills and confidence as a mystic archer. I suspect the skittish elf may require more than one gentle 'follow your heart' nudge from Acadian.

Linara- Linara should definitely check out the Daedric Shrine quests - just make sure she listens to her heart; those Daedric Lords can be quite insidious. Don't be afraid to 'just say no', even if the quest is already in progress. The BH couriers, with their equestrian bond to Buffy will come in handy to help keep her in touch with a growing list of friends.

Casper- Threatening to magically turn someone into a chicken is a deeply subconscious recollection that Buffy retains from her days as an elven archer in Baldur's Gate II. And one we can't resist.

Destri- Thank you for endorsing our use of time and detail at the encampment. Looking far out into BF, I see Kvatch as a very enduring city, and characters such as Sigrid, Bolden and Weedum-Ja are just the ones to help rebuild it someday. I chose Anvil to plant the seed in Buffy's mind that there may be other sources of assistance for Kvatch beyond the Legion. Anvil is close by and seemed to make sense, as the Countess is indeed a gracious soul. Anvil's isolated location perhaps allows them to better empathize with feeling alone and somewhat forgotten. My intent was more to uplift Anvil than slight Skingrad.



"Ahthrelor!" The buxom Nord tapped her forehead with two fingers and admonished, "How many times do I have to tell you my eyes are up here!"

The Bosmer coughed, then raised his face to meet the woman's pretty blue eyes as he sheepishly said, "Sorry, Sigrid."

With a look of exasperation, the Nord continued, "You should have come to me as soon as you were bitten by that rat." She then held out a potion. "Drink this to cure the blood lung, and try to get some rest. Come back if the coughing doesn't stop."

The Bosmer - Athrelor, I gathered his name was - accepted the potion, coughed again, and wandered off into the maze of tents.

"Sigrid, I want you to meet someone," announced Bolden. The Redguard standing beside me had helped tend to Superian upon my arrival at the Kvatch encampment. After learning I was a mage, he had escorted me here to meet Sigrid. He continued the introduction, "Buffy's a member of your guild, and the one who brought those deer. I'll leave you two ladies, now."

I smiled my thanks to Bolden before he turned and disappeared into the tent city, leaving me alone with the Nordic mage.

As we eyed each other, I felt Sigrid looked out of place. Her stylish blond hair and blue velvet gown belonged in an elegant guild hall, not this smoky, dirty camp. "Buffy, as the only surviving Kvatch mage, I welcome you to our humble chapter." Standing next to a small campfire flanked by two stools, she indicated the tent behind her. There was a hand-drawn symbol of our guild over the entrance flap.

"You are the only survivor from your chapter," I said, echoing her statement. I knew it was true but now faced with the reality, I felt overwhelmed. "I can't imagine how I would feel if my guild and the mages I loved in Bravil were taken from me." I blinked to hold back a tear. "I-I'm sorry, Sigrid."

"Thank you, sister. Your name is familiar to me, and not one easily forgotten. I've heard Savlian Matius mention that you briefly passed through here right after the city was destroyed."

My heart quickened. Savlian remembered me! "How is Savlian, and his band of defenders?"

"They are holding things together," the Nord replied. "The flow of Daedra from that gate has slowed, but not stopped. The Legion has sent a handful of reinforcements, and Countess Anvil provides a soldier to assist, along with some ongoing resupply."

"Are they able to get any rest?" I asked.

"Yes." Sigrid nodded. "At least they can man the barricade in shifts now. We can't thank you enough for bringing some fresh meat. Weedum-Ja ran The Wolf's Head Tavern and she tries to keep us fed. Everyone is getting tired of potato and onion soup though." Sigrid managed a smile. "Why, she has already roasted and sent some of your venison up to the barricade, and should have a large pot of stew for the rest of us tonight."

Looking at the stylish mage, and hoping to see Savlian the following morning, I was acutely aware of the deer blood decorating my blouse and that I had been living in the woods for several days. I noted several blue gowns hanging to dry on a line behind the mage tent. "How do you manage to stay so clean here?"

Sigrid smiled, with a hint of exasperation. "It isn't easy. Walk with me. I'll give you a tour that will end at our bathing tent."

As she led me among the tents, Sigrid explained how the camp had grown. "You probably saw our farm plot when you arrived. It's enough to keep us from starving." As we passed through the center of camp where I had unloaded my offering of three deer, she chuckled and pointed to a large bubbling cauldron. "This is Weedum-Ja's kitchen. Thanks to you, there's some meat in our stew pot." Pointing to a tent billowing smoke, she added, "Much of your venison is being dried in thin strips so it will keep."

Continuing, we came to a fire surrounded by an anvil and the other obvious tools of a smith. "Fortunately," said Sigrid, "Batul gra-Sharob survived the invasion. Thanks to the engineers of Castle Anvil, she has the tools she needs to keep the weapons and armor of our soldiers in good condition."

I remarked, "Sigrid, I'm amazed at what Kvatch has been able to make of this camp."

"Just wait till you see what else we've done," she said. "I haven't forgotten your question about cleaning up." A short distance from the central cooking fire, we came to a well. "This part of Cyrodiil has always been blessed by underground springs. The fountain in the center of Kvatch, and the Chapel of Akatosh itself were built upon natural springs when the city was founded." She pointed at the well. "Right below the surface here is another."

Her eyes sparkled as she motioned me to follow. A short distance from the well, we stopped again. "Now here's what I wanted to show you - our bathing tent. Let me leave you to get cleaned up. When you're done, come back to my fire. By then I'll have a couple bowls of Weedum-Ja's stew for us."

After thanking Sigrid, I lifted the flap and poked my head inside. It was simple but effective. I grabbed several of the empty buckets, and after a couple trips to the well, entered the tent.

The floor was of raised wooden slats to prevent standing in mud. I removed my clothes and placed them on the only piece of furniture - a table. Using several weak fire spells, I was able to warm the buckets of water. After digging vials of soap and shampoo from my pack, I poured some water over my head and happily soaped up my body and hair. Two buckets later, I was clean and rinsed.

The remaining water I had carried from the well enabled me to wash and rinse the filthy things I had been wearing. After donning a fresh russet felt dress - with matching shoes of course - I left the tent feeling like a clean elf.

Returning to the mage tent, I hung my wet things up on Sigrid's line, reminding myself that the buckskin greaves and boots would need to be treated and conditioned after they dried. I then joined the Nord seated by the fire and gratefully accepted a warm bowl of stew.

After dinner, I worked a small amount conditioner into my wet hair and started combing the tangles free. Despite the tragedy here, the crackling fire felt cheerful and I enjoyed Sigrid's company. She seemed to welcome the opportunity to talk with another mage as she shared memories of lost guild mates. I learned that she was an Evoker, and therefore outranked me in the guild.

I couldn't help being distracted by the realization of how near Savlian was. An exciting thought occurred. "Sigrid, tell me, are you skilled in illusion?"

"Somewhat. I'm an alchemist, but I've been able to learn a few illusion spells." She cocked her head. "Why do you ask?"

"I've just been trying to think of ways to help up at the barricade," I replied.

"I try to keep the guards well-supplied with healing potions," said Sigrid. "Although less frequent, the Daedra are more dangerous now. Both the scamps and clannfears are bigger than the ones that we used to see. Lately, creatures that look like women made of flame have started coming from the gate as well."

"Flame atronachs," I said, looking at the campfire. "I read about them in the texts of the Mystic Archives."

"Well," continued Sigrid, "they throw bigger fireballs than scamps, and the poisons I provide the soldiers are useless against them."

I made a mental note that atronachs were immune to poison. "I'd like to go up to that barricade in the morning and pay my respects," I said, "and see if any ideas occur."

"Will you be staying with us long, then?" Her gaze shifted down to the hands that were smoothing her blue velvet skirt. "I would welcome a sister mage."

"Sigrid, I've put much study and effort into the plight of Kvatch. Closing that gate is the key of course. I know a little bit about what keeps it open, but there is much I must learn before I can help Savlian close it. That knowledge does not reside here." I shook my head. "No, I'll be leaving in a day or two."

Sigrid nodded, as she lifted her eyes to the fire.

Hoping to lighten the mood, I recalled that my pack still contained unused potential offerings for Sanguine. I pulled out the bottles, ranging from Nordic Whiskey to Tamika's wine. "I'd like to donate all this to your chapter's alchemy chest - you know, for medicinal purposes. Would you like to open something now?"

"What kind of question is that, Buffy? I'm a Nord!" Sigrid met my eyes and flashed a wonderfully warm smile. "I know I can find a couple dirty cups around here somewhere. Oh, and in case I get too drunk to remember later, I expect you to pitch your bedroll in the mages guild tent of course."

We both laughed. The welcome sound was one I had not heard in this camp.

Uh oh...Buffy is plying Sigrid with alcohol... !!!!! Now why is the next image that pops into my mind of the two of them rolling around on the floor of that tent ... giggling ... sans clothing? (Athrelor peeping in the crack of the tent door)... GAAAAH !!! (Er...I blame Foxy for planting dirty thoughts in my head, and Acadian for showing pictures of them)

I love this chapter. Of course, the original introduction to Sigrid over on the BGSF is what led me to look up her screenie and discover her... assets ... (see image of *cough...cough* rack below)

"My, Sigrid! That is a racking cough you have! ...Er..."


http://www.uesp.net/wiki/File:OB-npc-Sigrid.jpg



Awesome chapter !!!!



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MY DEAR RED RITER!!!



EYE DO NOT PLANT DIRTY THOUGHTS INTO HEADS!!!



Why I do the OPPOSITE...




I plant CLEAN heads into .... er ... er...



dang...




lemme try again...


I plant my head, CLEANED, into dirty... er... dirty -



(slap!)



no, no, THIRTY... oh ships...



Bah! SEEE HWUT YOU MADE ME DO!!! Everyone, please understand...I am a CLEAN boy...and a virgin, too...it's MALX and curvy, bottom-y, NAUGHTY HAUTEE that have made me like this..

(Yeah! They made me! I LIKE THIS!!!)


BEGONE FOWL THOUGHTS!!!


I better stop now!


Friend Acadian, my abject apologies. THEY made me do it!!!

(yeah, like three times a night -)

*FOXY was carried out of this thread by force*

SPEW !!!! [choke, gasp] ROFL !!!! [SPEW! Choke...choke...gasp] GAAAAAH! * mALX died laughing in front of PC *

Ah, my dear Foxy!
Man up and assume responsibility for your own thoughts! EYE have never blamed U for mine!
Ah, no, mine are mine own.

And mALX, stop blaming men for planting dirty thoughts into your already-dirty head! After all, aren't you a modern woman living in a modern world? Oh, wait, no, that's not true of Tennessee, or am I wrong?

Acadian, this rewrite of Buffy's return to Kvatch is sooo much richer than the original. Sigrid is much more three-dimensional (meant in all ways), and I enjoyed her conversation with Buffy. Of course, I laughed at her comment to Athrelor. Of course with the disparity with their heights, his eyes will naturally find their own level, which just so happens to be *ahm* the same level as *ahm* Sigrid's *ahm* 'rack.' Your deft handling of this typical situation is wonderful and quite precious!

:halo:


Er...my hair was washed just this morning! And my blood runs VOL orange... (in other words: )

Insult my husband, that's okay by me
But don't ever insult Tennessee!

Lol, just kidding !!! That poem is actually supposed to say "wife" not husband. It is the code of the hills, and the Tennessee they speak of is the Tennessee Vols Football Team, lol.


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Poor Athrelor! He is a male Bosmer, and Sigrid is a Nord, so he is eye level with her, attributes.

The Wolf's Head Tavern! What an excellent name for a drinking house in Kvatch!

Buffy warming her bath water with Flares is a good touch.

All in all a nice, quiet episode of the Buffy show, illustrating how the surviving Kvatchians have adapted to their new situation and are making the best of it.

Sigrid is a very lively character! I love how Buffy is so generous to those in need, most citizens of the empire would turn heir heads, or ask for compensations. Excellent work Acadian! I can't wait for more!

Very tasty and delicious, oh paladin!!

The camp has wonderfully come alive within your talented hands, it is your rich description of everyday life that resonates long after it is read. There is nothing like a bath and food to make a person almost feel normal again. Bravo!!


Ah, tis the point that butterflies collide within Buffy's stomach. Now I understand why she cleaned herself up!

Good. Very good.

Chapter 51 was the second of four episodes that Buffy will spend in Kvatch. Her guild mate, Sigrid, showed off more of the encampment and its abilities. After a bath (of sorts), Buffy shared a meal, some insights and even a laugh with her fellow mage.

mALX- Buffy plying Sigrid with alcohol? Lol. Well, Buffy has been known to have a tiny problem with the grape sometimes. . . Oh, I hope she has a clear head after the slumber party in the mage tent - she'll need it. Thanks for the link reminding us of Sigrid's Nordic attributes.

Foxy- Um, thanks?

Rider- Oh, thank you so much for enjoying Buffy's time with Sigrid as she learned more about the encampment!

SubRosa- Thank you. I get the impression that Sigrid is exasperatingly used to such attention from the fellows; despite being vertically challenged, and ill with blood lung, Athrelor still got both barrels from Sigrid - er, I mean he got scolded by her. Wolf's Head Tavern just seemed the natural name for an inn at Kvatch. Buffy is so glad she's a mage (even if she doesn't look like one) - a girl's got to have her warm bath water, after all. Thanks for endorsing our bit of loitering in the encampment.

Grizzly- Sigrid is great fun, and I can't help but like her straightforward Nordish approach to things, as well as her good heart. I'm glad you enjoy Buffy's generosity; to those who are kind to her, she gives of herself freely.

Wolf- I'm so glad that some venison stew, and opening the liquor cabinet brought our wonderful winter wolf around! Buffy considers her motivation in Kvatch to be selfish - the venison delivery was just an excuse to see Savlian. She is indeed excited to learn he even remembers her! I hope she doesn't do something stupid when she sees him.

Linara- Thank you!



By the dim morning light that filtered into the tent, I stowed my bedroll under the alchemy table, then pulled on my blue Arena raiment. I figured it looked kind of attractive while giving the impression I could fight too. I was glad for a clear head this morning - a result of limiting myself to one small cup of Tamika's the evening prior.

Smiling, I glanced at my guild mate as she snored softly. After several cups of Nordic Whiskey, Sigrid had required some help finding her bedroll. I suspected she would need a potion or two for her head when she awoke. I tied back my hair, grabbed Slayer and my quiver, then quietly slipped out of the Kvatch mages guild tent.

After slicing up and sharing a couple apples with Superian, I climbed the hill toward the barricade, leaving the mixture of smoke and morning fog that hung over the encampment below.

I remembered the foreboding sights and sounds as I drew closer. The sky darkened - punctuated by red streaks of lightning - as continuous thunder rolled ominously. Blackened trees marred the landscape. Frightened butterflies inside my stomach tried to convince my feet to turn back. The massive gate of fire illuminated the barricade and the soldiers that manned it.

"Stop right there civili- Buffy? Buffy from Bravil?" The Imperial with brown eyes and dark headband was Captain of the Kvatch guard.

"Yes, Savlian Matius," I breathed. Ok, Buffy, don't do or say anything stupid. "I brought you something."

"It's good to see you again, Buffy! I know you brought us something, a horse-load of fresh meat. We're deeply indebted to you."

"No. I mean something just for you." I opened my pack and, without taking my eyes off Savlian, produced the shield he had given me so long ago.

"My old shield?" Savlian smiled. Despite several new scars, his face was beautiful - well, except for the dirt and blood and who-knows-what from numerous Daedra. "Buffy, you didn't have to-"

"It's enchanted," I interrupted. "It will help protect you from fire." I turned to stare at the giant portal. Flames licked the structure, as if beckoning victims to enter. "Have you learned any more of this gateway to Oblivion?"

"Two days ago," he said slowly, "I sent a small force of volunteers through the gate to see if they could close it, or at least learn what we're up against."

Turning my back to the Oblivion Gate, I faced Savlian again. His face was grim. I was afraid to ask, but had to: "And?"

"They haven't returned." I could see the gauntleted fingers curl into a fist, as the muscles tightened in his neck and jaw. He slowly drew in a breath. "It kills me that I have five men, perhaps trapped or worse, inside that gate. I can't spare the soldiers to send another group in after them. I need every weapon remaining out here to stand shifts on this barricade and protect the encampment."

He was right. The soldiers defending the barricade looked exhausted. Pain showed on Savlian's face, no doubt caused by the decisions his position required. Reflected in his brown eyes, I could see the flaming gate, directly behind me. I took one pace back. "Savlian, you need a rescue force, or . . . at least an expendable scout."

"Yes. I've sent another dispatch to the Legion for more assistance up here. I want so damn badly to go in that gate after my men."

I shook my head. "No. You must hold this small band together." I took another pace back. "If you enter that gate and don't return, the entire effort here at the barricade will fall apart, and nothing will stand between those Daedra and Cyrodiil." As I took yet a third step back, Savlian's eyes flashed in response.

He cocked his head suspiciously. "Buffy, what are you-"

I spun around and sprinted for the gate.

"Stop right there!" roared Savlian.

The sound of a sword singing free of its scabbard behind me was the last thing I heard before I leaped through the giant gate of fire.

Upon emerging, I was gripped by terror. It looked just like the image Acadian had shown me - Mehrunes Dagon's Deadlands. I was immediately approached by a Kvatch soldier. Before he could speak however, a scamp appeared from between two rocks next to us and began forming a fireball. Energy instinctively flew from my fingertips. The soldier quickly gored the now docile Daedra. I could see two young clannfears in the distance charging our way.

I reached up over my shoulder for Slayer. From behind me, a gauntleted hand wielding a shield suddenly swept around my left side and slammed into my chest. I was lifted from my feet and pinned between the shield and cuirass of its owner. "Follow me!" The booming voice was that of Savlian Matius, and his words were directed at the soldier in front of me. Savlian then jumped back through the gate carrying me with him as if I were a child's toy.

As soon as the three of us were clear of the gate, Savlian dropped me to the ground unceremoniously. I winced as a small section of my hair that had apparently been caught between his cuirass and left pauldron was torn from my scalp. I scrambled to my feet, rubbing the back of my head.

Ignoring me, Savlian turned to the soldier. "Llend, are you all right?"

"Just bruises and a few mild burns, sir," replied the young Imperial.

"Give me your report," said Savlian. Why wouldn't he look at me?

"We could see a tower in the distance," Llend began, "and moved toward it in a tactical formation. I was in the rear. Suddenly two giant sets of gates closed, trapping the front four of our group. It was a killing zone, Captian. Clannfears tore into them, while scamps and women made of flame rained fire from the rocks above. My comrades never had a chance. Three were killed; Menien was captured and carried off toward the tower."

"Llend, why did you not return through the gate?" Savlian asked, placing a hand on the shoulder of the young soldier.

"Sir, you asked us to try and close that gate or find out what holds it open. I wasn't about to let you down as long as I breathed. I was trying to scout a way closer to the tower." Llend glanced at me and added, "Captain, who is this young elf that helped me kill that scamp?"

"Her name is Buffy," Savlian said without looking at me. "Llend, get down to the encampment. Ask Sigrid for a healing potion and have Batal gra-Sharob repair your gear. Get yourself cleaned up and see Weedum-Ja for chow. After some sleep, report back here by sunrise tomorrow."

"Yes sir." Llend scurried down the trail toward the camp.

Savlian finally turned to me. "Buffy, walk with me, please." He then led us away from the barricade until we were out of earshot of his soldiers. His face and manner were hard. "What in the name of Akatosh kind of stunt was that? I don't know whether I'm more angry at you for disobeying my command to stop, or at myself for jumping into that gate after you. I jeopardized my mission chasing after a woman because she makes me feel. . . nevermind! As it is, I don't know whether to hug you for saving Llend or arrest you for disregarding my authority!"

"Stunt?" I snapped back defiantly. "We both know what your answer would have been had I asked your permission to enter that gate!"

"Look, Buffy. I'm responsible for the defense of Kvatch. I need the authority to make the hard decisions necessary to accomplish that task. I'm the one who determines who enters that gate, and I alone am responsible for the consequences. Can you understand that?"

Looking down, the toe of my Arena sandal stirred the dirt while I thought about his words. I realized how little I knew about working with or fighting alongside others. It seemed once again, my dragon spirit was getting my butterfly butt into trouble - and endangering others. So much for trying not to do something stupid, Buffy. My eyes were fighting to hold back tears as I lifted them to meet Savlian's. "Yes. I understand that. But I also understand how much having those men trapped inside that gate hurt you. How could I do nothing?"

"I want your help Buffy, but I need you to work with me, not against me."

"You're not going to arrest me?"

Savlian finally smiled. "No, not this time."

I rubbed my bruised ribs. "And if that maneuver inside the gate was your idea of a hug, I can do without that too." I then met his gaze squarely, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his face. "Savlian, I promise I will work with you. I understand you're in charge here."

"Thank you, Buffy. Now let's talk tactics. What kind of magic did you use to help Llend defeat that scamp?"

"An illusion spell I made at the University," I replied. "It will command any creature within a radius of several paces, but is harmless to men or mer. Savlian, you could use some magic up here to help. I bet I could teach that spell to Sigrid. I-I mean if you'd like me to, that is."

"Sigrid has been a great help healing us with her potions and spells." Savlian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "If you think she could learn such a spell, I would be grateful for it, and put her in the rear line with a guard to protect her."

"I will try." As I wheeled and headed down the hill toward the encampment, Savlian's words echoed: 'chasing after a woman because she makes me feel. . . .' What did I make him feel? What did he make me feel? Why was everything about such matters so confusing?

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

Oooh, this is my favorite of all of Buffy's interactions with Savlian Matius! The part where he goes in after her and grabs her still makes my toes curl! And his outburst afterwards just feels so natural, so realistic, I found myself cringing along with Buffy.

Yet like Buffy I grabbed onto the one thing that makes it all worthwhile -

For an old paladin, you have quite the touch for romantic scenes! Of course, it doesn't hurt that this is between such an endearing elf and one of my all-time favorite NPC's in Oblivion.

Can I enthusiastically second that? Well it's seconded. That was great. There were lots of things I'd like to quote, but the best part is that it was so realistic. Buffy remembering one thing Savlian said, his outburst, her stubbornness. Really wonderful.

It is three days since the last episode, so that means only one thing, More Buffy!

to those who are kind to her, she gives of herself freely.
After seeing that pic of the Buffster in her hunting garb, Teresa promises to be nice, and would like to know how freely Buffy gives...

Frightened butterflies inside my stomach tried to convince my feet to turn back.
An excellent way of portraying Buffy's jitters.

Ok, Buffy, don't do or say anything stupid.
This had me laughing out loud! So perfect!

I jeopardized my mission chasing after a woman because she makes me feel. . .
Makes you feel what Salvian?

An exciting episode of the Buffy show! The young Buffster gets her first real view of the Deadlands, and realizes just how far in over her head she still is. Not only concerning Oblivion, but also when it comes to being a member of a team and taking orders (why is "you are not the boss of me!" ringing in my memory? ). Even more so she sees how far in over her head she is concerning a certain guard captain...

This was always one of my fave chapters!!!!! The edits have made it smoother - AWESOME !!!!!

Things are starting to get really exciting! Definitely an interesting reaction between Buffy and Savlian Matius. I believe he really does care for her, and deep down is, perhaps, in love, ha ha. Nice work! Can't wait for more!

I've got some catching up to do.

51 Who’s in Charge Here? Part 2

I will refrain from any further comment about Sigrid’s attributes. I will comment on the clever use of the type of daedra emerging from the gate as an effective device to note the passage of time. Now that Buffy no longer marks new levels by engaging in Arena bloodletting, the type of creature she encounters in her travels should prove a more than adequate substitute.

Like ‘Rosa, I loved the name the Wolf’s Head Tavern. It is an absolutely perfect fit for the city of Kvatch.

52 Who’s in Charge Here? Part 3

As far as showing without telling is concerned, this chapter stands alone. We don’t need to be told how Buffy feels toward Savlian. Her willingness to throw herself into an Oblivion Gate in order to ease his troubled mind speaks volumes. Conversely, we don’t need to be told how Savlian feels about her. His willingness to forsake duty itself in order to venture into Oblivion after her says far more than words could. Even his need to scold her afterward comes more from worry than from anger. It is easy to see why these two souls would be drawn to each other.

You have awakened the romantic in all of us with this chapter, Acadian. Thank you.

Someone fortify this chick's intelligence. Ah what do I know about love anyway. Nvm.



I totally envisioned ninja run animation there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrqOIUXFgcw



Mod?

Nice chapter. I'm getting more and more curious about how Buffy will handle (the rest of) the main quest and how far along it's possible to go with Jauffre dead (that already happened in this re-write didn't it?).

It has been highlighted before, but I don’t care- this is such a perfect bit of writing it deserves to be praised:



Buffy’s honesty about her confusion is also refreshing- she has learned that it is one thing to try to rationalize- but quite another to lie to herself about it.



Another sign of Buffy becoming more confident- to recognize that no insult was intended and to turn it aside with a joke.

The interaction with Sigrid was a joy to read.

And so was everything with Savlian- especially this perfect summation of relationships:

Buffy, you're autobiography is quite interesting...But I have one question... I heard someone say you were Acadian the Paladin. Silly people, eh?

Chapter 52 was Buffy's third of four episodes spanning her current Kvatch visit. She once again came face to face with Savlian Matius under the Oblivion Gate's shadow. After some misunderstanding and sparks, the two of them seemed to achieve a cooperative understanding. Buffy agreed she would attempt to teach her fellow mage Sigrid an illusion spell that may help Savlian bolster his defenses.

Rider- This past episode (and the next) are very precious to us. My biggest fear when it comes to matters of Buffy's heart, is that I will lack the skill to present the power of her emotions properly. Your kind words are so very reassuring.

Linara- Thank you for those supportive words regarding Buffy + Savlian. On one hand, I don't want to move things too quickly; on the other hand, it will be some time before Buffy sees Savlian again after this next episode, so this visit has to carry some lasting weight.

SubRosa- Thank you as ever for your wonderful and detailed observations! I found it quite ironic that Buffy followed her self-admonishment not to do anything stupid by jumping into an Oblivion Gate. She would claim she's not the brightest star in the night sky; I would simply admit that she leads with her emotions.

mALX- Thank you so much for the kind words! Buffy does indeed speak more clearly to me in 2.0.

Grizzly- Thank you. Although likely smitten by Savlian, Buffy will have difficulty understanding how the courageous and selfless hero would be drawn to what she considers to be a skittish, fearful and scrawny wood elf. She will require more than her share of reassurance to accept and understand what may become obvious to us.

Destri- Such wonderful words from a writer I respect so much. That you can see why 'these two souls would be drawn to each other' is perhaps the highest compliment you could share with me. Only surpassed by saying I 'have awakened the romantic in all of us'. Thank you for such kind reassurance.

Casper- As I mentioned to Grizzly, I expect Buffy will require quite the reassurance to accept that Savlian could care for her romantically. Thanks for the clever ninja vid! Buffy used the term 'pauldron' generically referring to the armor's shoulder covering. The little lock of hair caught in Savlian's armor that was torn from Buffy's scalp? We'll learn more about it in a few dozen chapters.

The rest of the Main Quest? Book 1 will only see the Oblivion Crisis progress to Kvatch, and Buffy will indeed attempt to help to free that city. The rest of the Oblivion Crisis is planned for Book 2 and in many ways will not resemble the game. As the Emperor told her so long ago: "You are not the one who will save the Empire, but it cannot be saved without you." It seems the timing of Jauffre's murder prevented him from sharing the heir's identity with anyone besides Buffy. Although she will never be called Champion of Cyrodiil, her exclusive knowledge of the heir seems consistent with the Emperor's words. The simple elf from Bravil, of course, does not concern herself with such impersonal concepts such as 'The Empire'. Rather, she is motivated by strong personal loyalties and relationships to individuals that she holds dear.

treydog- Thank you for your beautiful and soothing words that are so helpful, especially relating to episodes where Buffy so openly lays bare her heart.

Zalphon- It's about time someone recognized that I'm my own elf! Seriously now, even though Acadian doesn't have physical substance, he's every bit as real as I am.



The following morning found us trudging our way up to the barricade. I thought about the mage walking beside me. Sigrid seemed awfully attractive wearing her velvet dress, so inconsistent with this Akotosh-forsaken place. Was teaching my guild mate a helpful spell and delivering her to Savlian Matius wise? I looked up and over at her small human ears, pretty face and the buxom profile of how she filled her gown. I then looked down at the, um. . . more petite front of my Arena raiment and felt more than a little intimidated. Stop being a stupid, self-centered elf, Buffy. Sigrid's a talented mage and Savlian needs her help.

"I see the Mages Guild is arriving," was our warm welcome.

"Good morning, Savlian," Sigrid and I said in unison.

That his eyes were more focused on me than the beautiful Nord at my side spoke volumes to my self-consciousness and uncertain heart. Savlian continued, "Ladies, please take a position next to our Legion archer right behind the barricade." He then tapped two fingers to his headband and, with a small nod, proceeded to move comfortably among the other defenders on duty.

As I watched him confidently checking the welfare of each soldier and offering encouragement, it was abundantly clear to me that he was indeed the force that held this effort together.

I tore my eyes from the hero with a headband and turned to Sigrid, "You're comfortable with that spell? Remember, you don't have to be very accurate with it."

The Nord replied with grim determination, "If I can help kill some of those beasts that slaughtered my guild, I will do so."

"Just make sure you stay behind Savlian's men," I said. "They'll protect you." Yes. She was ready - a force to be reckoned with even.

We didn't wait long before a flame atronach burst through the gate. With both hands, Sigrid released a green swirl of illusion energy. The magic impacted harmlessly against one of the swordsmen engaged with the atronach, but the spell's burst radius rendered the beast docile. The fiery creature was quickly and safely killed.

Sigrid was beaming. "It worked! Such a clever spell, Buffy. What made you think to create it?"

I winced, as I recalled what the spell had cost. "It was inspired by a brave Imperial Legion rider - and a lion." I then smiled and added, "You were wonderful, Sigrid."

"Congratulations, ladies!" exclaimed Savlian as he returned from the fray, sheathing his sword. "Sigrid, that was perfect. Buffy, thank you for the idea, and for teaching Sigrid your spell. This can make our task here easier."

I was proud of my guild mate. This was a fearful place and she had not hesitated. I caught Savlian's eye, and motioned behind me with my head. As I moved away from the barricade, he came with me.

"Savlian, I must leave Kvatch - for now."

Surprise registered in his beautiful brown eyes before he quickly turned his gaze toward the cursed, flaming portal. After a moment, he slowly nodded. "My small force is better provisioned, and their numbers have grown thanks to you." He then turned to face me and looked into my eyes. "I know I asked you to stay away until this gate was closed, but I can see now that you're a talented mage and huntress. Buffy, I know this is a filthy, miserable existence up here, but. . . I was hoping you might stay."

I blinked in surprise. My mouth opened to speak, then closed again. Part of me wanted to squeal 'YES!' to his invitation. Oh Dear Mara, give me the strength to say what I know I must. "Savlian, we both know this nightmare cannot end as long as that gate remains open. I have spent much effort learning about Oblivion gates and the Deadlands. I've read countless books and visited numerous Daedra Lords."

Pausing for a moment, I searched for the right words. "I want to do more for you than hunt deer and assist in killing stray Daedra. I know what holds that portal open, but I lack the skills and knowledge to help you close it. I must remedy that. Also, you've seen the power that magic can bring to your mission. I have some ideas to provide more magic here, and I want to try and recruit additional defenders for you as well." I was blinking back tears now and I could feel my chin starting to quiver. "I-I cannot do those things from here though."

Savlian met my gaze and said slowly, "Buffy, I had no idea you were doing on these things for Kvatch."

The words stung. I lowered my eyes as I bit my tongue. I wanted to scream, 'Are you blind? Can't you see I'm not doing it for Kvatch, you beautiful, dumb man?' After a moment, I managed to meet his gaze again and quietly say, "You protect the city. I will learn how to close that gate for us."

"You're right of course," replied Savlian. "This gate must be closed, and while I can't leave here to seek the means to do it, you can. Anything you're able to do or learn in your travels to help will be most welcome."

I searched his brown eyes, trying to identify the emotion within. Regret, at losing a mystic archer from his defensive perimeter? Hope, at gaining a scout willing to go forth on his behalf? Is that all I was to him?

As if to answer my questions, he removed a gauntlet and reached out toward my cheek.

My eyes closed upon his touch. I felt my face melt into his open hand as if it belonged there.

"Buffy from Bravil, please be careful. There will be an empty place here until you return."

Reluctantly opening my eyes, I replied, "You be careful, Savlian Matius. I'm not the one standing before the jaws of Oblivion every day."

I forced my feet to turn and hurry down the hill, before I could change my mind.

As one who just recently completed a romance novel (and am still in the aftermath of it), all I can say about this chapter is

Awww!

I was living Buffy's role in this. When she was comparing herself to Sigrid's abundance, I knew the sense of inadequacy she was feeling. When she realized that Savlian was looking more at HER than at Sigrid's assets, I was elated. When Savlian said he was hoping Buffy would stay, I wanted to squeal YES! right along with Buffy. And when he touched her face, I just went all gooey inside. Oooh! *twirling here*

Well done, Acadian. You have a skill for writing romantic scenes that make me more than a little green!