This is quite an interesting change from the BF 1.0. I must say, I never had trouble killing Rufio (morally that is). I think Bethesda went out of their way to make sure that first time was an easy choice to make. Buffy's decision however, suited her perfectly. Here we see another important piece in the Buffy Doctrine™, she does not kill people who are not a direct threat to her. I am wondering, when will she formally put her doctrine down to parchment? Soon I think, with this, I think she pretty well has the code she lives by ironed out.

Since those are the same instructions you gave young Idonis Arcadia, they should be easy for you to follow.
This was particularly delicious!

You were born in the morning, Child of Dawn - but not this morning.
Or as Kid Rock said: "I was born at night, but not last night!" I love it!

I see Buffy is also practicing her fluttering eyelashes again. It seems she ought be fluttering something else however, considering what Mannheim was looking at! As much as I loved how she set things up for the forester to arrest Rufio, I must admit that all I could think was "Buffy, don't eat Mannheim's soup!" It is not an accident that the forester goes to the Faregyl to eat!

Wowza! It's great that Buffy didn't kill Rufio and all but...now she has to carry that dagger everywhere for the rest of eternity!!

But seriously this was a great chapter which Buffy handled well. I have a feeling that the dark brotherhood will be back...

I am proud of Buffy, as well. Not only did she make the morally correct decision, she understood the factors that allowed Lucien to manipulate her.

And she also used her brain and her alchemy skills to ensure that Rufio will face justice.

I never had any fear for Buffy's soul- she would not travel with a paladin if it was too darkly tarnished.

Wow, this is a totally diff chapter than the original BF !!!! I like them both, and would hate to pick a fave.
Sounds like Damien Reynard has been training her in this version...or Eyja !!!!!!


Er...Letting Manheim peep at her goodies for such a small favor...what will she do for a large favor then? UH OH !!!!! (no whistling emoticons zone) Tell Miss Buff to start out small, and only go higher if the bribe doesn't work!


So wait...unless Rufio has a heart attack from fear, does this mean she won't be meeting her new fam? Vicente, etc. ???? Does this render your chapter where Telaendril is in Bravil to kill the Draconis family - null for this version? ARGH !!!!!!! I loved that chapter !!!!

A GREAT WRITE !!!!!!

Your description of Buffy’s struggle to kill or not kill Rufio lifted this chapter to a higher plane than the last version. To give up the thing that you yearn for most to preserve your own principles is the stuff of heroes! Her solution to the problem was both inventive and expedient.

I am so glad that Buffy has chosen to retain her essential self through this trial. To loose that arrow into Rufio is to discard all that she is or could be.

QUOTE

I’m proud of you, my bowgirl.

As are we all. Brilliant stuff, Acadian.

Chapter 32 was the third episode of 'Dancing with Darkness'. Buffy's emotions went for a wild ride as she wrestled with whether to kill Rufio or not and complete her entry into the Dark Brotherhood. Ultimately, she left him alive, albeit he was a little worse for wear before she was done.

Rider- Thank you for understanding Buffy's desire for family and the need to belong. I think you are very right that she needs but open her eyes to see the family she already has.

Remko- I was hoping the reader would ponder for a moment whether Buffy might carve out some justice from Rufio's nether regions or, in some other way, directly relate her actions to the nature of his crime. Thank you for mentioning that we caused that thought to cross your mind.

SubRosa- Your're right that killing Rufio could perhaps be justified, and Buffy came close. I'm just pleased that she saw what might lie beyond, had she chosen that path. Thank you also for the very kind words on some of the passages you cited. 'Dancing with Darkness' was indeed the forge from which her doctrine will emerge - in the very next episode.

hazmick- Thank you. Yes, for a girl that won't touch a melee weapon, you can bet she won't be pleased about the Blade of Woe! Watch for it in the final episode below.

treydog- Thank you. It seems Buffy has trended towards the lighter side of the blade's edge and, like you, I am glad for it. I fully expect the side of her that tortured a highwayman for swinging an axe at Superian, murdered Earana, tortured Rufio and hunts bandits for sport is alive and well. At least her dark side is not for hire.

Like you, I also am proud of Buffy. Much to her chagrin, I tried to set the stage in such a way that did not make her choices simple or easy.

mALX- Once Buffy decided not to kill Rufio, the way she crafted her 'justice' did indeed remind me of the brilliantly sadistic thinking of your Eyja! As fun as an encounter between Buffy the Slayer and Vincente the Vampire might be, I don't believe it is in the cards.

As far as showing her goodies to Manheim, she was not happy to see that his eyes shot to that pile of gold before he even bothered to peek down her blouse. That he totally ignored her fluttering eyelids didn't help the poor elf's self image either.

Destri- Thank you. Yes, as you so astutely say, this episode was all about emerging from an internal struggle. Buffy grew a great deal here.

All- We are proud to present the conclusion of 'Dancing with Darkness'. Buffy processes what she has learned, and gets the opportunity to display Her True Colors.




Standing just outside the open doorway of my house, I cradled a warm cup of tea between both hands and gazed out across Bravil. The morning guard patrol was systematically extinguishing the flickering streetlamps, preparing for the dawn of a new day.

Daenlin was returning from a night hunt with a small deer over his shoulder. We exchanged waves as he entered the Archer's Paradox next door. Dressed for a local hunt myself, I planned on heading out as soon as I finished my tea. I toyed with the idea of cancelling my outing and just inviting myself to dinner with my archery master. No, I decided - Daenlin's kill could feed us, but this wood elf needed the outdoors. I would track and stalk, but not try to take a deer today.

I saw Carandial heading towards the gate, no doubt for more research at the Ayleid Ruin, Anutwyll.

Pondering my exposure to the guild of assassins had occupied much of the last few days. Lucien had said that if I did not kill Rufio, I could proceed unmolested by the Dark Brotherhood.

I had spent hours of reflection in the peaceful comfort provided by the Great Chapel of Mara. Uravasa Othrelas had reviewed the Ten Commands of the Nine Divines with me. As a priestess of Mara, of course she emphasized the Third Command:

'Mara says: Live soberly and peacefully. Honor your parents, and preserve the peace and security of home and family.'

I needed something a little simpler and more specific, when it came to guiding the growing lethality of my skills.

Stepping to the edge of the raised dock that I called my front porch, I set the pewter teacup on one of the posts supporting the heavy rope that served as a hand rail. I reached into my pack. Just as I had a map to assist my travels, I now had a page of my journal devoted to guiding my actions. It had been refined and reduced to its simple essence by my experiences and reflection:

'The Buffy Doctrine - If you are kind to me, I will love you dearly; if you are mean to me or my friends, I will likely kill you.'

I didn't discuss my 'doctrine' with anyone except Acadian and Superian. Most would disapprove; I didn't care. I understood perfectly what it meant, and knew I would live out my life guided by it. Putting the journal away, I reached for my tea.

I welcomed the warmth on the right side of my face as the sun peeked over the walls of Castle Bravil. My other cheek remained in shadow. I was indeed a Child of Dawn - embracing the light, yet requiring the cloaking of darkness and stealth to survive.

Shimmering reflections of the sun now brightly danced across the surface of the river flowing in front of my home. In the blackness beneath the water, rested the dagger presented to me by Lucien Lachance. It had contained some form of magic that bound the weapon to me against my will. In the end, it was Acadian that had somehow removed the curse, allowing me to cast it away.

If there was a positive aspect to my involvement with the Dark Brotherhood, it was the realization of just how far my paladin would travel with me. When I had stood poised at the edge of an abyss staring into the dark void below, he had offered his counsel. Yet I knew, had my choice been to step off the cliff instead of backing away from it, he would not have abandoned me.

I saw Kud-Ei standing on the rear porch of our guild, also enjoying the sunrise. Shielding her eyes to see me against the early sun, she returned my wave across the river before stepping inside the guild. The wise Argonian was very perceptive, and always looking out for her mages. After I had returned from the Inn of Ill Omen, she sensed a change in me.

I vividly recalled what Kud-Ei had said: "Buffy, something is different about you. I see sadness in your eyes. . . and something else. I do not know what happened to you this last time you were out of town, and I am sure I probably do not want to know. They say wisdom comes from experience - and experience comes from bad judgment. Somehow, it looks like you have discovered that for yourself. Your eyes show a quiet wisdom, and the scars of one who has paid for it. The wisdom is quite attractive on you, but I hope the scars will fade." Kud-Ei had then smiled and gently placed her hand on my cheek. "I believe you have grown up, my Apprentice."

My city was waking to a beautiful day. Lifting the tea cup to my lips, I questioned why I had ever looked for family within a guild of assassins. My parents were gone and I had no real brothers or sisters; however, I had finally learned that I had all the family one could wish for. The people of this city, my guild mates, Superian and Acadian were my family. And they loved me. Kud-Ei was right. I had grown up.

A small disturbance by the Chapel of Mara caught my eye. It was City Swimmer, with a guard in pursuit. I chuckled. For all her 'sly sliding unseen' bravado, my wonderful friend was, quite frankly, rather poor at sneaking. She had likely stolen an apple or perhaps pinched a septim while inside the church.

I had seen this scenario unfold numerous times. If she had a few coins for the bounty, she would be home in an hour. Otherwise, she would be carried off to jail, only to emerge none the worse for wear a couple days later. In fact, she probably ate better while incarcerated than she did at home. Sometimes I would intercede and pay off her small bounty. Shaking my head with a smile, I mused that she should either learn to sneak better or give it up.

"Drop that dagger!" The guard's command cracked like a whip across the quiet morning air, as his hand sought the grip of a long sword. My heart jumped to my throat. City Swimmer was attempting to resist arrest! What was she thinking?

She lunged clumsily.

With experienced precision, the guard deflected the dagger with a left sweep of his shield. Steel sang from scabbard as he stepped back to negate City Swimmer's short range, and optimize the reach of his long sword. The guard then stepped two paces to his left, placing the sun directly in City Swimmer's eyes and thundered, "Drop it! I won't tell you again."

My tea cup rolling on the porch, I was half way across the bridge that spanned the river between us by the time she lunged at the guard again.

Another left sweep of his shield deftly brushed the dagger aside as the guard stepped back. He raised his blade, which brought City Swimmer's dagger and free hand up to block her face and neck. His feint having worked, the professional soldier instantly dropped his weapon to waist level and, at precisely the correct range for his long sword, slashed horizontally.

The tip of his blade arced unopposed below City Swimmer's raised hands and ripped through the scales of her abdomen. It was over as suddenly as it had begun.

The dagger fell from City Swimmer's hand as she clutched her midsection and collapsed.

I slid to a stop on my knees next to her and screamed at the guard. "What did you do!?!"

"City Swimmer, can you hear me?" I pleaded. Blood was pumping from her gaping wound. I ripped off my blouse and pressed it against her in an effort to stop the bleeding. "You'll be ok, my friend," I lied.

City Swimmer looked at me dazed, her breathing labored. Frantically, I grabbed a healing potion from my pack and tried to make her drink. It was no use - she was retching blood now and couldn't drink the potion. With each spasm, I could feel her Argonian organs attempting to emerge from the wound as they pulsed against my makeshift bandage.

I lowered my face to hers as she tried to speak. "Waterfront. . . midnight. . . Garden, Daraloth. Gray Ffff. . . " As the words trailed off, I rose to my feet so I could cast a spell. Leaning over my friend, the white glow that filled my hands also engulfed her. While bound to City Swimmer by healing magic, her pain rippled through my own body until I could barely breathe. I could feel life her fading away. The damage was just too much as I collapsed back to my knees. She went limp in my arms, and her beautiful orange eyes slowly closed for the last time.

I jumped to my feet, bow in hand. Stepping back from the mail-clad guard while nocking an arrow, I spat the words, "Why did you have to kill her?" I could recognize the Imperial now. His name was Gladius Maro. Although not much older than I, he was a seasoned Legion soldier who had only recently been assigned here. It was just within the fortnight that I had introduced myself and welcomed him to Bravil. He had commented that he was looking forward to a break from the unrest, blood and snow of Skyrim.

The tip of Gladius' sword still dripped crimson. He did not raise it against me now, nor did he position his shield to block my arrow. I could see no fear on his face - only what looked like grief for City Swimmer and compassion for me. Our eyes searched each other for answers that were not there. "Buffy, I had no choice. She refused to stand down her attack."

Gladius spoke the truth. There was no target here, and Slayer could not heal my pain. I eased the bowstring forward. The weapon and arrow fell away from my hands. "I-I'm sorry Gladius. I should not have threatened you. I cannot imagine what possessed City Swimmer. Y-you did what you had to do."

Kneeling again by the lifeless Argonian, I held her to me. I winced at the cold finality of the sound behind me, as Gladius' sword slid into its scabbard. A moment later I heard the rustle of cloth, and felt his surcoat being draped over my bare shoulders. Only then did I realize my blood-soaked blouse was still pressed against City Swimmer's wound.

"I'm sorry, Buffy." Gladius' steel-clad hand now fell gently upon my shoulder. "I wish there had been another way."

I stroked City Swimmer's face as my tears flowed freely. After several moments, my small bloody fingers trembled upwards to grasp the gauntleted hand that had killed my friend. "I know."

City Swimmer had spent her last moments of life trying to give me something. Knowing the contents of her humble home, I had no doubt it was indeed her most valued prize.

She had promised to one day tell me about the Gray Fox, in return for saving her life during a trip we had made to the Imperial City. I had killed a man to defend her, and gone to prison for it. "I couldn't save you this time, my friend," I whispered against the lifeless Argonian's cheek. "Not from yourself. No one could."

I never had the heart to tell her that a beggar had long ago imparted the secret of the Gray Fox to me. Perhaps someday, I would visit this Garden of Dareloth that City Swimmer deemed worthy of her dying breaths.

I remembered this part from BSGF and knew exactly what was gonna happen but it was still a sad part.
Which is a total credit to you, the author.

Painful but beautiful nonetheless.

Poor, poor City-Swimmer

Not surprising that Buffy does her best thinking when she is in her element.



That is a perfect moment of clarity and of character definition.

Buffy’s understanding of herself and of the family that she has chosen to create were wonderful. That is especially so with what comes toward the end of this chapter. Kud-Ei is once more a wise and reassuring presence, one of the anchors that keeps Buffy from drifting…

The episode with City Swimmer was perfectly, tragically drawn. We are carried along as Buffy’s initial amusement gives way to shock, grief, anger, and acceptance. Buffy’s new-found maturity is shown as she realizes that Gladius really had no choice. How different that is from the incident that caused Buffy’s imprisonment.



Another perfectly-crafted moment. This entire chapter is a shining example of what we all aspire to when we write. And it also shows why Buffy has such a special place in so many hearts. We have spoken before of passages that "sing" to us; here we have an entire chapter, a prose symphony, which is pitch-perfect.

One missing letter, I think:



I believe you wanted "away" there.

Treydog already picked out my favorite passages, especially the Child of Dawn in the sunrise.

The scene with City-Swimmer and Gladius rings true the second time around, and for some reason it is more emotionally effective. Whether it is your writing has improved, or my writing of Julian's experiences in Bravil, or both, I really don't know, and I don't care. That scene is a powerful ending to a song of a chapter.

This was not only a pleasant return home, but one that highlights the relationships that make Bravil home for Buffy. Daenlin, Carandial, Kud-Ei, etc... This was the prefect backdrop to weave in Buffy's realization of her doctrine and the end of her inner journey over the last few segments. Because this shows us the foundation to her life, which in turn explains all of her actions, including her doctrine. As she muses herself, this was her family. Given a different past, without the strong relationships she possess, she might easily have taken up Lucien on his offer...

I welcomed the warmth on the right side of my face as the sun peeked over the walls of Castle Bravil. My other cheek remained in shadow.
Now this was a simply delightful way to symbolize the dual nature of Buffy's character!

Likewise, a nice explanation for how Buffy was able to remove the quest flag from the DB dagger!

They say wisdom comes from experience - and experience comes from bad judgment.
Quoted for truth here. I have always put it as: wisdom comes after making so many mistakes in life, that you simply have none left to make.

And finally, City Swimmer meets her inevitable end. In a way, it is almost fitting that it happen at just this moment, as Buffy realizes she is no longer a girl, but is now a woman. City Swimmer was part of her past, and emphasized the indiscretions of youth. As Buffy herself thought watching City Swimmer run for it, why could the Argonian not learn, as she had? Buffy has matured from that wide-eyed and impetuous girl who wound up in the Imperial Prison. City Swimmer never did.

nits:
As a Priest of Mara,
I think you were looking for priestess?

I’m gonna quote this again because, in this simple line, we now understand why the ‘Child of Dawn’ and ‘Dancing with Darkness’ storylines were set back to back. They were all about Buffy discovering the dual sides of her nature. The doctrine that emerges from all of this is clear, simple, and in perfect harmony with both of her ‘selves’. I love the symbolism of Buffy’s realization being set against the backdrop of the rising sun heralding morning in Bravil.

Like Remko said, even those of us who knew City-Swimmer’s fate could not help being affected by it again. And SageRosa’s assessment of the dynamic between Buffy and City-Swimmer is perfectly expressed.

Since Buffy has decided to close the door on the Dark Brotherhood, I personally would love to see her open it to the Thieves Guild. But I am also content to follow her wherever she may lead.

This has always been one of my fave chapters in the original, and you have expanded on it and improved on what was Awesome on the first version. - Just beautiful Acadian !!!

*Sniffle* That was beautiful.

*Clears throat* A brilliant chapter, Buffy reflecting on the Brotherhood and the Blade of Woe was great. The incident with City-Swimmer was handled perfectly, so sad...

I apologize for being absent for so long, as my computer crashed. :/ Anyway, excellent writing Acadian. I am happy that Buffy did not go the "dark" path, but instead brought Rufio to justice in her own way. It's a tragedy what happened to her friend City-Swimmer, a true tragedy. I'm happy Buffy understands why it happened it though, it shows her Wisdom. Many-a-folk would've have raised their blade to the guard, and fell in the same way. Can't wait for more!

Chapter 33 concluded 'Dancing with Darkness' and found the bowgirl in Bravil. She seemed to have a deeper understanding of herself, and revealed the Buffy Doctrine. The peaceful morning was then marred by the tragic and senseless death of her friend, City Swimmer.

Remko- Thank you for the kind words. Bravil is a lonelier place now, but even in death, City Swimmer had a lesson for Buffy.

treydog- Thank you for endorsing how many things I tried to tie together here. Your comments show exactly why I named the episode 'Her True Colors'. Thanks for the nit - fixed.

Rider- It was an emotional episode to write, and I'm so glad you were able to share some of that emotion with me. Thank you.

SubRosa- As ever, your insights are so very welcome, and they let me know, in this case, we were close to target. Thank you. I took your recommendation, priestess - thanks!

Destri- Thank you for recognizing the connection between Child of Dawn and Dancing with Darkness. Buffy will probably always have one foot in darkness (or at least shadows), but I believe dawn is indeed more reflective of her path than dusk would be.

I can imagine a time when Buffy would become a friend to Countess Milona Umbranox. If she were ever to learn of the connection between Milona and the Gray Fox, I have no doubt, Buffy would move half of Cyrodiil to help bring Corvus home to his lonely countess. Then, I fully expect Buffy would turn the cowl and mantle of Thieves Guildmaster over to the lovely and talented Methredhel. . . . Alas, I fear Buffy's dance card is way too full for the guild of thieves in the reasonable future. It is on the list for a potential Book 3.

mALX- Thank you so much! I remember that we both liked this episode in the original version as well.

hazmick- I thank you for allowing this episode to tug at your heart strings. There was so much wrapped into it that the writing of it was very emotional as well.

Grizzly- I'm delighted to see you rejoin us! Thank you for the kind words. I'm glad you agree with Buffy on Rufio. She will still exhibit a streak of vengeance and even cruelty, but it seems she has limits, grounded in the more noble aspects of her character.





"Thank you for getting to the University so quickly, Buffy." Raminus Polus filled a silver cup with tea and carefully presented it to me. "I hope your trip from Bravil was uneventful." He then stepped around the desk and settled into his high-backed chair.

"Kud-Ei got the dispatch yesterday, Master Wizard," I said, lowering the tea cup to my lap. "Superian and I left before dawn this morning."

From behind steepled fingers, the slightly graying Breton continued, "I'll come right to the point. A mage has been killed and I would like you to look into the matter."

"Me?" Both my eyes opened wide.

"Hear me out, please." Raminus leaned forward slightly.

I nodded obediently, then lifted the tea to my lips.

"The victim's name was Phane Thierry, and he was seeking a recommendation to enter the University from the magister of the Skingrad chapter. According to Adrienne Berene, Thierry was a fine young Breton of humble means who hoped to one day serve the Legion as an Imperial Battlemage. She assigned him the task of clearing bears from nearby-" Raminus glanced down at a report, "Shardrock farm, for some beleaguered sheep herder. An appropriate task I suppose. No doubt, Adrienne considered it good for the guild's community relations as well."

"Bears can be dangerous." I shook my head sadly. "So you want me to go finish the job?" Surely Raminus didn't summon me here to go bear hunting. Yet if the mage had been killed by these powerful animals, what was there to investigate?

He frowned. "No. The young Associate did a fine job with the bears. He was attacked while returning to Skingrad."

"Killed by bandits?"

"No. It seems shortly after he left Shardrock, he was ambushed by necromancers - no less than three of them. He managed to run and fight his way to the nearby shrine of Meridia, where her followers came to his defense." Raminus shook his head as his eyes flashed in quiet rage. "The fight that ensued, left our Associate and a follower of Meridia dead. All three of the necromancers escaped."

"Master Wizard, why would necromancers attack one of our guild?"

He rubbed his chin, anger still in his eyes. "I don't know Buffy. While it's true that we prohibit the practice of necromancy by our members, we've never taken steps to persecute those outside our guild who choose to follow alternate teachings. We simply don't want our mages resurrecting corpses into worm thralls and desecrating the dead. We've never taken arms against necromancers to stop them from forming their own guild." The Breton's fingers slowly curled into a clenched fist. "Never before have they openly attacked us."

"I'm honored that you think me worthy of investigating this tragic matter, but I'm merely a-"

Raminus silenced me with a raised hand. "Merely a fine mystic archer who comes highly-recommended for the task by both Tar-Meena and Boderi Farano. I understand you were attacked by a necromancer?"

"Well, yes. One of the black robes tried to kill me in the bowels of Vilverin before I was admitted to the University. I admit that I was in his lair, but I declared myself and my peaceful intentions. As soon as he heard who I was, he attacked."

Raminus raised an eyebrow. "When you say you declared yourself, did you indicate you were a mage?"

"I did." A thought hit me. "Do you think that's why he attacked me? Because I was in the guild?"

"Well," his fingers returned to the steepled pose that made him look so 'head masterish', "that's what I'm beginning to wonder. What happened?"

"I managed to immobilize him with a spell, then shot him dead." I shuddered as I recalled the incident, then narrowed my eyes. "After I memorized the skull and bones symbol on his robes, I told his corpse I would offer neither warning nor quarter should I encounter his kind in the future."

"So Boderi tells me." Raminus nodded grimly. "That's one reason I think you're the right mage for this matter."

"There's more?" I asked.

"Both Tar-Meena and Boderi mentioned that you've had some dealings with a Daedra Lord?"

"Yes," I replied. "Azura chose me to perform a task for her. I have earned her favor."

"As I mentioned," Raminus continued, "the killing took place near the shrine of Meridia. As you may recall from your studies, she has little tolerance for the undead and perhaps may prove helpful in this matter. After all, one of her followers was killed in the attack as well. I'm hoping that your experience from fighting a necromancer and dealing with a Daedra Lord will help here." He then placed both palms upon his desk, leaned forward and locked his eyes onto mine. "May I count on your help in this matter, Buffy?"

* * *

The dog turned his head at my approach. His tail began to slowly thump against the leg of the Bosmer standing next to him. Alerted to my presence, Thernd briefly acknowledged me. He then returned his gaze to the east. "Look a' that, Lass."

Within a few moments, the first rays of the sun flooded the entire Valley of Horses in a spectacular display. Dew sparkled across the grass-covered meadow. Long flickering shadows were cast by leathery wings of the imps on patrol. I heard the thunder of approaching hooves. Three horses, including Superian, were racing our way. They swept a broad arc in front of us across the floor of the valley, coats glistening in the new sun, then sped away to the west towards Lake Rumare.

"Do ye see now why I have the best job there be?"

"You surely do," I said breathlessly. Rubbing my hand along the silver-gray fur of Bandit's back, he swung his head firmly into my stomach, demanding to have his ears scratched.

"Well, I see from yon bow on yer wee back that ye must be ready for travel." He glanced at Bandit. "Shall I have 'im fetch our black beauty?" He grinned and added, "If he can catch 'er o' course. Can't see 'er, but I'm sure she be down by the western water's edge by now."

"No, Thernd. Thank you." I closed my eyes. My mind quickly traveled to Superian and our spirits touched. I could feel the cool refreshing drink she was enjoying from the lake and held my request for a moment so she could finish. "She'll be here in a minute."

"Where be ye off to this fine morning, Lass?"

"Skingrad. If the roads be - oh listen to me!" I giggled. "I'm starting to talk like you. I mean, if the roads are quiet, I think we can make it by nightfall."

"Aye. Well I see yon mare now, headed straight for 'er elven mistress. Let's get 'er tack together and get the pair of ye on yer way."

* * *

I raised my torch against the dark night, revealing the awe-inspiring form of Meridia. The fine features of her visage were tilted upwards, as if addressing - or perhaps commanding - the sky. Graceful hands were clasped in front of her face, and stone fabric sleeves draped from her elbows. Her gown was tied loosely at the waist and from it, long bare legs descended to the top of a large, round pedestal.

"Our Lady is lovely, isn't she?"

Turning, I found myself looking into the kind eyes of an elderly Breton. He wore the simple brown robes of a monk, and his head was ringed by a tonsure style hair of the same color. "Breathtaking," I whispered. Raising my voice, I added, "Oh, sorry, I'm Buffy. I was sent by the Mages Guild to investigate the death of one of our Associates here."

"You are welcome in this place, young elf. My name is Basil Ernarde, healer and follower of Meridia. Your mage died bravely. I regret that his wounds were too severe for me to heal."

"Well met, Basil. I understand Meridia lost a follower as well. Please accept the condolences of my guild."

"Yes. We will help any way we can to avenge our shared losses."

"Can you fill me in on what happened?" I asked.

Basil quickly relayed what he knew, which was little more than what Raminus had told me. He suggested I attempt to summon Meridia herself. Perhaps she would know the whereabouts of the necromancers. "To summon our Lady, you'll need some evidence of your disdain for the undead."

"I have some ectoplasm," I said hopefully. "Will that do?"

Basil nodded, but seemed a little taken aback. "Do you normally carry such things with you?"

"Well, sure," I said a little sheepishly. "For my hair. I combine it with rosemary oil and aloe vera for conditioning, glow dust for shine and some finely ground bergamot for a nice citrus scent."

The Breton ran a hand over the bald head that capped his tonsure. "I wouldn't know anything about that." His eyes then clouded, and he frowned. "Do you expect to summon a Daedra Lord by pouring some sort of hair glop at her feet?"

"Oh, no. I have some fresh samples I haven't mixed up yet." I planted the torch into the soft ground. Rummaging through my pack, I produced a portion of ectoplasm. After placing the offering on Meridia's pedestal, I stepped back. The peculiar accent of her echoing voice broke the dark silence.

"By the detritus of the profane, I am brought forth. And by your offering, you have made the profane your interest, mortal. The undead are foul, unnatural things. Some of my rivals take pleasure in these abominations. Not Meridia. I wish these creatures destroyed. Hidden behind a door, deep in Howling Cave, are the necromancers you seek. They slay the living, and rob graves of the dead for the materials to raise their undead armies. Find these necromancers. Destroy them and their abominations. Do this, and earn the gratitude of Meridia."

I knelt close to the torch and spread my map on the ground. Howling Cave was back to the east, on the other side of Skingrad. Superian and I would return to the city tonight, and set out for the cave in the morning.

Another Daedra lord! Buffy facing off against Necromancers? wowzer! I enjoy the visits to Thern and Bandit, such a funny Bosmer Nice hair-care tips for Meridia's followers--who knows, perhaps Meridia herself will try it.

Wonderful descriptions and characterizations throughout this chapter. It is always good to see Thernd. I think my favorite bit was the following:



Especially followed by Basil's skepticism about how well a Daedra lord will respond to "hair glop."

A deeper current though, is Raminus' trust in Buffy's ability to handle this task- bolstered by her mentors in the Guild.

Woo Hoo !!! You've added your own Buffy flavor to several quests in one chapter !!!! Did I tell you I love this new version?

What a wonderful chapter! I see you are getting better at capturing the transient moments that make this world (irl or Nirn) so worth living in. I loved your description of dawn at the Valley of Horses.

Then this made me laugh:
That was after I smiled at Buffy's words just before it.

One nit:
It just feels backwards to me. I think it might read better like this: Clasped together before her face were graceful hands that rose from draped stone sleeves covering her elbows.

Overall, a great chapter and it leaves me wanting more!

Now this was a brilliant way of bringing Buffy into the Meridia quest, by tying it to the Necromancer storyline. On top of that by having Raminus send Buffy, the upcoming arc has more depth than just "adventurer wanders in and thinks 'oh I'll just summon a daedra lord and see if she has something for me to do'" as it works in the game.

his fingers returned to the steepled pose that made him look so 'head masterish'
And this observation is so Buffyish!

If the roads be
This is just delightful, how Buffy starts picking up the Scots brogue.

"For my hair. I combine it with rosemary oil and aloe vera for conditioning, glow dust for shine and some finely ground bergamot for a nice citrus scent."
Now that is definitely our Buffy!

Brilliant! Another Daedra lord, can't wait to see what events unfold in the cave lair of the Necromancers. I also love how Buffy thinks of such concoctions, such as the shampoo/conditioner that she made out of Alchemical ingredients. Thank Monk seemed a bit jealous of Buffy's hair as well. He he......can't wait for more!

Wow! Just wow! What a way to introduce Meridia’s quest! The set-up for this chapter felt like the beginning of a particularly good supernatural mystery. I felt as if Buffy was Clarice Starling summoned into Jack Crawford’s office and asked: “Do you spook easily, Starling?”

I agree with SageRosa’s comment about Raminus sending Buffy on this quest. This is a great way to get Buffy’s feet wet with the main thrust of the Mages Guild questline without making her get an annoying staff! I can't wait to see how she deals with the necromancers.

A glass of...er...water
A loaf of bread
And Buffy

...what more can a man want?

In Chapter 34, Buffy accepted a request from the University to look into the death of a mage killed by necromancers near the shrine to Meridia. She proceeded to the shrine and learned that the murderous black robes were holed up in nearby Howling Cave.

Tiny announcement: I went back and changed the episode that revealed Slayer's enchantments (Chapter 20). I changed the fire damage component to shock damage. I didn't want to deal with the bow burning off the clothes of its victims. Some arcing and sparking seemed more appropriate.

hazmick- Thank you! How Buffy's interest in Daedra Lords evolves over time will be an undercurrent for quite some time.

treydog- Realizing that Merida wanted an undead offering, I couldn't resist dredging up Buffy's hair conditioner recipe. It is the same one she shared with Alawen in BF 1.0. Thank you for picking up on the trust placed in her by several within her guild. It is not lost on her, and she willingly returns their loyalty. Despite the fact that she doesn't 'look' like a mage, the guild is indeed much like a family to her. Thank you.

mALX- Thank you! Buffy does indeed seem to somehow sidestep her way into quests sometimes.

Rider- Thank you for your inspiration that helped me spark the Valley of Horses to life. Aye, 'tis a magical place. Thanks for the nit; I agree and smoothed it out.

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy makes me work very hard on the 'why' she would do something (like take on a quest). Hair glop - It was actually you and Teresa that caused me, long ago, to think in terms of creative uses for the alchemy ingredients in game. Imp chips and ectogoo - they're not just for potions and poisons anymore!

Grizzly- Thanks for the kind words. As Buffy deals with the necrodudes in the next episode, I hope you will see her 'cuddly like a rattlesnake' dichotomy on display.

Destri- Thank you. As I alluded above, I hope you will enjoy how Buffy's involvement with Daedra Lords evolves through several stages.

Foxy- One of the most precious compliments you have ever given me was likening Buffy to 'comfort food' a long time ago. I am quite honored to receive another such comment. Thank you!




An iron bowl hosted a flickering blue flame just outside the entrance to Howling Cave. Bright midday sun filtered through overhead branches, casting dappled light upon the otherwise shaded floor of the small grassy meadow. The same breeze that animated the gently swaying treetops, carried the smell of death. Birds cheerfully sang above the tranquil setting that was decorated with gravestones, open coffins and the remains of men or mer in various states of decay. A statue depicting an ominous robed figure seemed to be guarding the heavy wooden door.

Slipping to the ground, I patted the shoulder of my nervous mare as her nostrils fluttered at the smells. My hand reached for the comfort of Slayer, and I quietly entered the cave.

The odor was stronger in the musty darkness. I could detect several well-dispersed life signs in what seemed to be more abandoned mine than cave. Stalking with methodical care, I killed several rats, a couple zombies and one skeleton. No necromancers - only a door that appeared to lead deeper into this foul-smelling place.

As soon as I entered the next section of this cave, I pressed my back against the door and involuntarily sucked in my breath. There was a forest of large pink glows nearby. With a panicky flick of my wrist I disappeared. I now had a moment for my pounding heart to slow and sort this out.

I was at the end of a short tunnel. The candlelit chamber ahead was full of life signs. I could see a mixture of zombies and necromancers moving about, still unaware of my presence - perhaps half a dozen figures, and all quite close.

Now what, Buffy? Maybe I could convince them to reduce their own numbers. I would need some help though.

One of the necromancers stopped, giving me a clear shot. Forming an emerald globe of energy in my right hand, I sent it swirling towards the black-clad figure.

The black robe I had tricked into becoming my ally, quickly summoned a zombie and attacked his comrades.

I immediately released a lavender glow in front of me, from which a ghost materialized. He floated towards the chamber and began casting magic waves of cold into the fray. Perhaps we could cut this crowd down to something more manageable.

Between the taunts, screams, groans and summoning auras, it was difficult to judge what was happening in the swirling sea of pink ahead. Eventually however, the combat stopped. The survivors began searching for my ghost, but he had expired during the fight. I disappeared again as a mist of magicka settled over me.

It seemed the black robes were smart enough to suspect the source of their problem was near the entrance door. There were now two of them within arm's length, glaring at the space occupied by my invisible form. Turning sideways, I threaded a path between them. Continuing past the hanging spiked ball trap that someone or something had triggered, I entered the chamber ahead.

The cavern contained two dead necromancers and one zombie that was alive - or undead, or whatever zombies were. I cast a spell to command him (it?), then another to resummon my ghost. I backed deeper into the shadows as both my allies attacked the two black robes still posted by the entrance door.

Oh for Meridia's sake! I rolled my eyes in frustrated irritation as each of the necromancers summoned their own zombie. This was getting ridiculous. Undead fists and steel daggers passed harmlessly through my ghost as he struck our foes with icy fingers. Finally the fighting ceased, leaving once again, two necromancers blocking the exit.

I snuck into a corner to rest a moment and sip a potion to help recover magical energy faster.

Fortunately, these two necromancers made no attempt to detect my life sign in the dark. Rather, they seemed intent on waiting for intruders to emerge through the door they continued to guard. Were they apprentices, who simply didn't know how to search for pink glows? Or, since they hadn't actually seen me yet, perhaps they believed my ghost was the only threat they faced. Either way, I felt more comfortable with the odds now. I could feel my grip on Slayer changing from that of the prey to that of the hunter.

With my appetite for magicka sated, I crept back to where I could see the door. I cast a command spell at one of the necromancers. Each summoned a zombie (of course), and a balanced fight began. I selected and applied a poison that would both kill and prevent spell casting.

Finally, I nocked the first arrow of this fight. Over its tip, I watched the Buffy team battling the black team. Presently one of the necromancers was killed, his zombie evaporating. The other summon quickly expired.

A moment later, the lone survivor was jerked violently by the impact of my arrow. He staggered against the door and collapsed. One of Slayer's enchantments caused arcing sparks to dance around and through his body for a moment. He managed to struggle to his feet. Dazed and unsteady, he leaned his back against the door behind him. I could now see an emerald tinge, that I found quite beautiful under the circumstances, had blossomed into his face and hands.

I nocked a second arrow that could impale the necromancer to the heavy wooden door, then paused to watch him. He raised a fist. I smiled to see that no orange aura formed. No zombie materialized to his aid. He was unable to cast spells, and his life was slowly yielding to my poison. I chose to let his torment linger, staying the arrow that could have delivered instant death.

He stared into the shadows that hid me. In pain and confusion he tried over and over to cast a spell until he succumbed. I returned the arrow to my quiver and relaxed a bit. Amazingly, I was unscathed.

Shouldering my bow, I slipped on a ring of light to see better, and reached for my hunting knife. I checked the necromancer's corpse and completed the bloody task of recovering my arrow.

A search of his robe, and those of his companions revealed some gold coins, potions, spell scrolls and a black soul gem. Recalling that part of my task here was to gather evidence, I collected up the items. I then removed one of the robes that was undamaged by arrow or dagger, rolled it up and placed it in my pack.

After removing the ring of light, I slid Slayer from my back. There remained one distant life sign within the considerable range of the two rings I wore. I cast a spell to temporarily boost that distance even further. Still, just the one glow. By its shape and movement, I assessed this to be a fifth, and final necromancer.

I explored the cave in vain, for clues that could explain the brazen daylight assault that had killed one of our mages and a follower of Meridia. Finally, only the last necromancer's cavern remained. It was dimly lit by candles.

Silently blending into shadow, I approached until I could see that this black robe was wearing a hood; I guessed that meant he was probably the leader. On one of the walls, hung a filthy red and black banner bearing the skull and bones symbol of my enemies.

A corpse was hanging by its feet in the cavern. I knew it wasn't Phane Thierry, who had been killed near Meridia's shrine. The young mage's body had been recovered by the Skingrad chapter, and was buried next to the Great Chapel of Julianos. The cemetery there was well-patrolled by guards, especially after Phane's death.

No, the body suspended from the ceiling of this foul cave was that of some other poor nameless victim. Entrails protruded from an incision running from his breast bone to his crotch. As a hunter, I knew this man or mer was being field dressed like a deer or boar.

Because of the chamber's layout, this would be a fairly short range fight. After applying another combination poison, I fit the tail of my broadhead arrow to Slayer's silk bowstring. Tracking the target with the tip of my arrow as he moved about the cavern, I waited patiently.

He stopped in front of the corpse. Working with a knife and tongs, he started removing organs.

I was glad for my anger, as it prevented nausea.

The impact of my arrow from this range propelled the necromancer into a nearby wall, and forced the air from his lungs. Thanks to the bow's enchantments and some quiet sidestepping, my exact location remained uncompromised. The black robe was unable to cast spells and too badly injured to stand. His life was quickly draining from his body as he stared with confusion at the poisoned arrow imbedded deeply in his chest.

I stepped from the shadows, with another arrow nocked just in case. "You'll be dead in a moment," I purred to the necromancer. "Perhaps I should reanimate you and we could do this a few more times? Would you. . . enjoy that?" I dropped the seductive tone before continuing, "As I told one of your dead comrades in Vilverin: No warning, no quarter."

His eyes registered my words, then rolled back in his head and closed. As the pink glow faded from his body, I added, "Oh, I forgot. I don't know how to reanimate things anyway. Sorry."

I knew clearing this cave had been a necessary task, but I made no pretense of being noble or righteous about my motivation. I had enjoyed killing these necromancers. If I felt hatred for them, I couldn't help that it bubbled forth in the tactics I used. I made no apology for my cruelty when it came to two-legged varmints who would harm those I held dear.

I quickly searched the chamber, anxious to leave the dark stench of Howling Cave.

On my way out of the cave, I thought about Phane Thierry. He would never attend the University, nor fulfill his dream to become an Imperial Battlemage. These black robes had snuffed out his young life. "Rest in peace, guild mate," I whispered. "You are avenged."

Whew! What a battle! Here is my fave line, "I was glad for my anger, as it prevented nausea." - EW, the description of the body before that merited that statement !!!! Awesome Write !!!!

Bright midday sun filtered through overhead branches, casting dappled light upon the otherwise shaded floor of the small grassy meadow. The same breeze that animated the gently swaying treetops, carried the smell of death.
An excellent description. Contrasting the natural beauty of the scene with the very unnatural horror of the necromancer's leavings.

and one zombie that was alive - or undead, or whatever zombies were.
Indeed, whatever they are!

Amazingly, I was unscathed.
Amazing indeed! That was one tour de force of illusion magic. Buffy really struts her stuff in that battle, showing all of her chops as both an archer, and especially a mage.

Cuddly as a rattlesnake, and well she should be given the circumstances. Suddenly Buffy is looking a lot like Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction:
"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers! And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!"

Buffy makes a heck of a battlemage herself - great use of Illusion, as SubRosa pointed out.

This is my favorite line: What a way to capture the growing confidence in her own skillz!

Loved this chapter, Acadian!

Ooo! Buffy the Necromancer Slayer returns I liked her speech, it was the sort my mage would make, short and to the point. I look forward to the next Chapter!
Nell

The first paragraph grabs you by the throat (or nose) with its brilliant description of the contrasts between the natural and unnatural worlds outside the cave.

This entire installment is am absolute gem- so much so that I would basically have to quote the whole thing to indicate the "good parts." Marvelous writing, my friend.

As usual, well written, Buffy.

I watched the Buffy team battling the black team

Unintentionally, old friend, you are now writing comedy!

"As I told one of your dead comrades in Vilverin: No warning, no quarter."

And now we see our Buffy growing into one of the wisecracking heroes of action movies...yay!

On my way out of the cave, I thought about Phane Thierry. He would never attend the University, nor fulfill his dream to become an Imperial Battlemage. These black robes had snuffed out his young life. "Rest in peace, guild mate," I whispered. "You are avenged."

To love, honour, and...avenge your comrades, is the Foxy Doctrine as well.

I will not re-quote that first paragraph, but know that I have copied it and filed it away as a magnificent example of setting a scene. By the time Buffy slips off Superian, the atmosphere of the entire chapter has already been established.

Inside Howling Cave Buffy shows what an Arcane University education is worth. I imagine that if Boderi could see her, she would be beaming with pride. From the timid young wood elf who peed herself at the sight of her first zombie, Buffy has grown into a formidable slayer capable of dispatching a sizable force of necromancers and undead without suffering a scratch.

And the truly amazing thing about it is that never once did your description move into the realm of ‘uberness’.

I always enjoyed one-shotting filthy necromancers. This chapter amused a greatly
poisons + bow + dead necromancer = sheer joy

Chapter 35 saw Buffy successfully clear the necromancers from Howling Cave on behalf of Raminus Polus and Meridia. The cult of black robes had killed a young member of the Mages Guild as well as a follower of Meridia.

mALX- Yup. Seeing those necrodudes field dressing out a man or mer peed her off. And we all know she tends to follow and act on her anger. . . Lol. Thank you!

SubRosa- I'm so pleased that the opening description captured the contrasts of the scene. Thank you for your wonderful insights. We earned another 'cuddly as a rattlesnake'! Oooh - where is that *twirl* emoticon?

Rider- Buffy is lucky that Kud-Ei is an illusionist and inspired her, and that Boderi helped her specialize in that direction. I was tickled that you compared Buffy to a battlemage. Boderi and I define a battlemage as one who masters the awesome synergy of blending conventional weaponry with magic. It is not surprising to me that Boderi therefore joins you in considering a mystic archer as a form of battlemage. Thank you!

Linara- Thank you so much for gracing us with your reading! By now, Buffy has been well-trained by necromancers to loathe them. She ponders why Azura could not have 'touched her fate' so that she was a Necromancer or Daedra Slayer instead of a Vampire Slayer. Lol.

treydog- I am so humbled by such kind comments from the writer I want to grow up to emulate.

Zalphon- Thank you. Buffy appreciates the compliment!

Foxy- With a name like 'Buffy' we do strive for some tongue in cheek when it seems to flow naturally from the circumstances. Oooh! I think she would heartily endorse the Foxy Doctrine!

Destri- You are a master of creative description; to earn such kind words on our opening scene-setter humbles me greatly. I have learned much from you, my friend. The fights inside Howling Cave did go well for Buffy. I think you are right that Boderi would have been proud of her glass cannon. Sometimes the cannon dominates, sometimes the glass. She did well in this case, and kept her greaves dry.

Remko- Thank you. In Buffy's gray world, she has learned some absolutes: Bandits, marauders, highwaymen and necromancers are evil and attack without provocation.




"The pair of ye look none the worse fer yer journey, Lass," said Thernd as he took the mare's reins.

I slid to the ground and joined the Bosmer in removing Superian's tack. "It was not pleasant, Thernd. I had to avenge the guild, as well as Meridia, against some rogue necromancers."

"Well good riddance to 'em." Thernd spat on the ground. "Animatin' someone's parts after they be dead just ain't right if yer askin' me. Did ye say Meridia?"

"Why yes, do you know of her?"

He wrinkled his brow and scratched a pointed ear. "Only that she be a Deadra Lord. Thaurron and I found a shrine to one of 'em years ago."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Do you remember anything about it?" I led Superian into the barn for some fresh hay and a well-deserved rest.

By the time I stepped back outside, Thernd had touched a glowing fingertip to his pipe and loosed a ring of smoke into the air. "Got yer map?" After marking a spot north of Anvil, he continued. "Malacath be his name, and orcs be his followers. They told us to be gone unless we had some troll fat to offer their boss. Them orcs didn't look none too fond o' wood elves, so Thaurron and I took the part of their advice about bein' gone."

I rolled up the map. "Thanks, Thernd. Well, I'd better go tell Raminus Polus about the necromancers."

*

After listening to my brief report, the Imperial leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his gray-streaked brown hair. "I'm glad I chose you for this mission, Buffy. You have acquitted both yourself and the guild well." Raminus studied the collection of potions, scrolls and other items from Howling Cave that I had placed on his desk. Holding up the black robe, he frowned. "Yes, this is the symbol of a necromantic cult. You say the banner you saw in Howling Cave displayed the same markings?"

"Yes, Master Wizard. It was in the deepest chamber of the cave, along with the leader of the necromancers. He was cutting into a corpse that was hanging by its feet. The body was not that of our mage or Meridia's follower, but it was still horrible."

Raminus' brief flash of what looked like quiet rage was cut short as his gaze settled on the black soul gem on his desk. He lifted it to his ear. "This one's full - likely from the poor owner of that corpse you describe. No doubt the necromancers intended to animate the body into a worm thrall with it." Setting the gem down, he pointed at a large ring within the pile of my spoils and raised an eyebrow.

"Meridia gave it to me," I said. "The Daedra Lord was pleased with the price I exacted from the necromancers for their deeds. She considers them an affront to all life."

"After what you report, I fear I must agree with her assessment." He skimmed through several of the scrolls, then furrowed his brow. "Buffy, you found no notes or letters detailing their plans?"

"No, Master Wizard," I then added, "and Meridia offered no insight into their motivation."

"Well, we shall remain vigilant, but hope that this attack on one of our mages was the work of a rogue cell, now destroyed thanks to you." Raminus gestured at the collection of items on his desk. "You took the risks, Buffy, so these things are yours. I suggest however, you give that black soul gem to Tar-Meena at the Mystic Archives, so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands."

*

I paused to lean over the heavy marble hand rail and admire the view of the University gardens below. Apprentices, in their green bags, were gathering by the benches of the outdoor classroom. No doubt one of the blue robe scholars would soon arrive and deliver a lecture on doom stones or such. It brought back memories. "You know, Acadian, I'm going to keep that black soul gem."

What use do you have for it?

I looked around to ensure no one could overhear a wood elf talking to the silent air around her about black soul gems. "It can make powerful enchantments."

You already created Slayer.

"I could use it to fully recharge my bow."

Is that not why you risked our life to obtain the Star of Azura?

I countered, "Maybe I'll sell the black soul gem to Ungarion."

"What would he do with it?" I repeated Acadian's unspoken question. "Oh. Well I guess I didn't think about that. You don't suppose he would sell it to someone to make - what did Raminus call them - oh yes, worm thralls? No, don't answer that." I frowned. "Ungarion is charming but he would give it to whoever paid him, with no questions asked - the same way he sells stuff to me. Perhaps I should've thought of that before I gave him those other two black soul gems. At least they were empty."

I started towards the steps. "Ok, I'll do as you say, my paladin."

Closing the heavy door of the Mystic Archives behind me, I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the rich, comforting smell of old books and leather bindings.

"What brings you to me today, Apprentice?" The beautifully soothing voice of Tar-Meena welcomed me.

"I guess you know about necromancers attacking one of our mages out by Skingrad?" I asked.

The Argonian's orange eyes blinked, then she nodded sadly. "Yes. I understand Raminus took the recommendation that Boderi and I provided him, and asked you to investigate." Tar-Meena waved me to a table and seated herself.

I joined her, and fished into my pack. "Their local cult is destroyed. Raminus thought the Archives might have use for some of these things." I placed the necromancer robes on the table. My hand hesitated, then I added the black soul gem and Meridia's ring.

"Well, these robes will be a welcome addition to the materials we have for studying their cults. We have several black soul gems, but I will put this one in our display case for safe keeping." Tar-Meena cocked her head. "What is this ring? Did you find it on the necromancers? I do not recognize it."

"Oh no," I said. "Meridia gave it to me for clearing the black robes from Howling Cave."

The Argonian smiled. "Another Daedric artifact. It seems you are getting quite popular with Daedra Lords. You carry Azura's Star, and now this." She examined the ring, then stood. After returning from her shelves with a book, she leafed through it comparing the ring to sketches on the yellowed pages. "Hmm, let's see, Malacath, Malog Bal, ah here it is - Meridia. This is the Ring of Khajiiti. Do you know what it does?"

I held a finger in front of my face and slid on the ring. Looking at Tar-Meena through my translucent hands, I said, "Yes, see? It has a partial chameleon effect and increases my speed slightly." I shrugged as I slipped off the ring. "I don't really think I need it; between my ability to hide in the shadows and cast illusions, I can already remain hidden when I want to. I will never part with Azura's Star, but would you like this ring for the Archives?"

Tar-Meena absently tugged on one of her horns. After a moment, she shook her head. "I will make some sketches and take some notes, but you should carry it with you. It is very valuable, yet weighs much less than the gold it is worth. You earned it."

I nodded, and pushed the ring towards her. "I'll pick it up before I leave."

"What are your plans now, Buffy?"

"Well," I grinned sheepishly, "I must admit I quite fancy these Daedra Lord trinkets. I know there must be more of them out there. Thernd, at the stables just marked Malacath's Shrine on my map. My archery master, Daenlin, and I found the Shrine to Sheogorath years ago. His followers were quite insane, but perhaps I'll have to look into that. Do you know of any others?"

Tar-Meena flashed a toothy grin. "You always were the type to devour these old texts, then want to go see for yourself. I am glad Boderi trained you to survive the hazards of field research."

"And I'm glad you taught me to love books, my friend." I placed my hand over Tar-Meena's.

"It seems like you have the exploration bug." She again rose and, after retrieving two volumes from a nearby shelf, returned.

Turning my head sideways, I could read one of the titles. "Oh I remember 'Modern Heretics'. It was very helpful when I sought Azura's favor."

"Well," the Argonian said as she blew off the dust and opened the other book, "this one is by the retired mage, Ontus Vanin. In it he details the location of Vaermina's Shrine. Here." She turned the book so I could read the passage and see the sketch.

"Oh, I see. It's between here and Cheydinhal, on the shore of Lake Poppad." I marked the location on my map. "Thank you, Tar-Meena! I'll head upstairs now to do some reading on Malacath, Sheogorath and Vaermina.

Alone on the top floor of the Archives, I had several texts open and was studying my map to figure out the best routing. Acadian was curious.

"What am I doing chasing after Daedric Princes?" I wrinkled my face. "Acadian, I adore having Azura's Star. Like I told Tar-Meena, can you imagine the possibilities if any of them reward as well as Azura did?" I sighed. "Treasures I can't even imagine."

What trinkets do you need?

"Well, I guess I don't really need anything. I mean I have Slayer, my detect life rings and Azura's Star." I thought for a moment, then giggled. "Maybe I'm addicted. You know how when you walk by a shop? You just have to go inside to see what they - no, I guess you wouldn't understand that."

I set my jaw. "Look, I listened to you when you told me to give that black soul gem to Tar-Meena. Now you can just listen to me. We'll buy some troll fat for Malacath, then we're going shrine hunting!"

I expect you'll be disappointed.

"Well, we're leaving in the morning, so I guess I'll just have to see for myself, won't I?" I stuck out my tongue.

Acadian let slip part of a thought before he quickly cut it off from me.

"Oh, really?" I bristled in response. "You think I always claim the last word when we argue? Well you're wrong! Go ahead, you can have the last say."

You're right of course, Buffy. Let's go.

"Fine."

Oh Ho!!!

Buffy using the "F" word!!! The one even DEADLIER than the other "F" word!!!

WATCH OUT ACADIAN!!!

I like the explanation Buffy provides for her Daedric shrine hunting.

And I'm with Fox (another F word??) regarding the use of the word Fine! Makes me think of a certain episode in a certain dog's story!

My absolute favorite line in this chapter, I LOVE THIS !!!!!! :


"Oh, really?" I bristled in response. "You think I always claim the last word when we argue? Well you're wrong! Go ahead, you can have the last say."

Great Write !!!!!

Them orcs didn't look none too fond o' wood elves
I am not so sure about that. They probably love elves over a slow fire with some barbecue sauce!

Apprentices, in their green bags
This observation is so Buffy!

You know how when you walk by a shop? You just have to go inside to see what they - no, I guess you wouldn't understand that.
Likewise so is this! It seems that just as a certain stringy Bosmer is drawn to exploring Ayleid ruins, Buffy feels the pull of Daedra Lords. Perhaps only for the excitement and treasure, for now. I suspect that when she comes across some of them, such as Molag Bal, she will feel less enthusiastic though.

And of course the last word of the episode was just priceless! You really do write young girls well.


nits:
Raminus Polus is a Breton? I mention it because in the game he is an Imperial. No arguments if you want to change his race on purpose. The Bretons are known to be prolific magicians after all.

Thernd is always a treat, with his down-to-earth wisdom. I hope his idle mention of Malacth’s shrine does not lead our skinny elf astray… Ah, too late.

One of the beauties of your story is that neither main character "controls" the other. The, um- discussions- about the black soul gem and Buffy's penchant for shrine-hunting are ample evidence.

As to the end of the argument, Athlain was cringing, but his elven princess was applauding. May Akatosh save us if Buffy and Athynae ever get together.

Wonderful descriptive passages as noted by others... simply a wonderful addition to Buffy's story.

I think they would be more likely to roast Superian (perish the thought)!

I am glad that Buffy decided to give the black soul gem to Tar-Meena. That is just the sort of thing that Raminus would ask the librarian about in passing. But, I have to say, I almost yelled at the screen when I learned that Buffy was so willing to part with the Ring of Khajiit. I know that she can already handle the enchantments that the ring provides through her spells, but I agree with Tar-Meena, Buffy earned that ring! It is not something that should gather dust in the Mystic Archives. Or, worse, it should not be decorating the finger of a lowly apprentice who did nothing to earn it. Buffy’s admitted addiction to daedric trinkets is a clear indicator to me that the ring should stay in her possession. On to Anvil now, methinks . . . with perhaps time for a brief detour?

Definitely my favorite line. She just sounds so Buffy! I have to admit, I was surprised when she offered the ring, Buffy usually likes her shiny stuff doesn't she? Very enjoyable.

In Chapter 36, Buffy debriefed Raminus Polus on her encounter with the necromancers of Howling Cave. Having earned Meridia's favor in the process, it seems Buffy is now quite enamored by the idea of Daedric trinkets. In fact, she has set her sights on hunting for more Daedric Shrines. Although stopping short of calling her a material girl, it is clear that Acadian is not optimistic about what Buffy will find.

Foxy- The F word. I never should have let Buffy sit on my shoulder as we read one of treydog's episodes featuring Athynae!

Rider- Thank you! I fear Buffy will become disillusioned seeking trinkets from Daedra Lords. The young have to learn these things for themselves though I guess.

mALX- I'm so glad the line you quoted resonated. If Acadian wants the last word, that's . . . Fine! Lol. Thank you!

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind words. I hope you enjoy the undercurrents as Buffy's focus on Daedric Shrines evolves. You are most right to point out that Raminus is an Imperial - thanks, I fixed it.

treydog- Thank you for your observations on Buffy and Acadian. They are completely different life forms, or species as it were. Given the obligate symbiotic nature of their relationship and its inherent closeness, the occasional spark of disagreement is unavoidable. Fortunately, they listen to, respect and learn from each other. Given what Buffy has already picked up from Athynae, I must agree that getting the two ladies together could be dangerous for all around them.

Destri- I believe Raminus is a good student of the wood elf free spirit nature. By asking instead of demanding, he ensured both Buffy's help with the necromancers and, after a nudge from Acadian, that the black soul gem made its way to Tar-Meena. Like a certain sweetroll, that black soul gem will resurface in a few chapters.

On to the Gold Coast indeed. A detour? How very insightful of you! Her next chapter takes place at the shrine to Malacath. How and why she avoided a detour into Kvatch on the way out there will be addressed in the chapter after that. She will face that decision on her return trip.

Linara- I'm so glad you enjoyed the bowgirl asserting herself in a very 'Buffy' manner. Thank you! In offering the ring to Tar-Meena, it seems Buffy's giving nature (to those who are kind to her) overrode her attraction to shiny trinkets. The same girl that would slowly torture necromancers, would offer the ring off her finger to a friend. I confess as well, that part of my intent was to demonstrate that the way Buffy is built as a mystic archer, she really doesn't need that ring - or any other magic trinkets beyond those she already has. She doesn't yet realize that though - so off she embarks on a 'material girl' expedition. Wait till you see what she does with the next artifact she gets.




"Good job! No one owns ogres but ME! And I fixed that maggot! The ogres own Drad! Make Drad eat dirt!" The massive stone figure of Malacath paused to boom forth a mighty laugh that shook the nearby pines and forced my hands to my ears. "Now you get a present. Keep up the good work. And be nice to my little brothers!"

The handle of a warhammer materialized in my hands. Its massive weight immediately sought the ground, decisively taking me with it. I heard orcish laughter behind me.

"Ho! Look at that, Ghorub. Volendrung's bigger than she is."

"Yeah, look at the tiny tree elf. Got more than ya can handle there, twig?"

I blew a strand of hair from my face, glanced up at the towering shrine to Malacath and whispered, "Your little brothers are making it quite hard to be nice to them." Releasing the grounded warhammer, I rose to my feet and slowly turned to face the pair of orcs. Lifting my chin, I planted both hands on my hips. "I didn't exactly see your big green butts down at Drad's estate fighting his henchmen to free those poor enslaved ogres."

Oops.

Silence descended. The axe that was slung on one orc's hip found its way to his hand, while his comrade slid a heavy sword free of its scabbard.

Buffy, when are you going to learn when to keep your mouth shut? I glanced at Superian some thirty or so paces away. Perhaps I could cast a spell to disappear, and make it to the speedy mare's back for a getaway.

"Stop!" The powerful command came from a third orc. I had briefly met the brown-robed leader of these followers when I accepted Malacath's task. His name was Shobob gro-Rugdush, and his voice carried authority. "Mug, Ghorub, stay your weapons. She may be small, but this elf possesses something you do not - the favor of our Lord."

Dark eyes glared and upper lips curled, but the axe and blade were lowered, as Mug and Ghorub stepped back.

Shobob approached me calmly. His hands were the size of dinner plates, but they were open and empty. I gulped, but did not reach for my bow. He spoke. "Now that you've completed Malacath's task, you are welcome here - despite the protests of my youthful companions. I must confess, I did not expect to see you return, Bosmer."

"Thank you for your timely intervention," I said looking up at the orc towering above me. This is a 'little' brother of Malacath?

Shobob curled his lip slightly, but judging from his kind brown eyes I assessed the expression to be a smile. "You have earned Volendrung," he continued. "May I help you lift it into your pack?"

"I'm afraid that would merely render the pack too heavy to carry." I thought about my magic bag. Buffy, what are you going to do with a hammer you can't even lift? I stared at the massive weapon for a moment, then lifted my face to meet the orc's eyes and smiled. "Shobob, I'm touched by your chivalry and kindness. I would be deeply honored if you would carry my mighty warhammer as your own, and wield it on my behalf."

His dark eyes opened wide as he stared at me questioningly.

I nodded.

Shobob slowly removed the two handed axe from behind his shoulders. After lowering it to the ground, he effortlessly hoisted Volendrung across his broad back. When he met my gaze again, I believed his eyes were shining with moisture - although it may have just been the angle of the westering sun as it sought the Abecean Sea.

"Shobob, you are truly an orc worthy of this weapon." I shot a smug glance at his dumbstruck companions.

"I don't believe you told me your name, Bosmer."

"I am called Buffy."

"Well, Buffy, I will proudly wield Volendrung, and remember your kindness with every skull it crushes."

I forced a crooked smile.

"Sit with me." Shobob lead me to a bench under the shrine's shadow. "Every hopeful follower of Malacath strives to gain the favor of our Lord. I earned his blessing many years ago. My task was to help a young orc escape nearby Fort Crowhaven. She was a simple servant, and heavy with child at the time. Malacath did not take kindly to her being seduced by the Imperial noble that she worked for. Only some sort of foul magic could make a fine orcish woman lower herself to consort with a human."

He jerked a large thumb towards Mug and Ghorub. "These two lugs remain unblessed. They failed on more than one attempt to even locate where Drad kept the ogres. Tell me, Buffy, how did you do it?"

"Well," I began, "Lord Drad was pretty evasive, but the lady of the manor seemed quite anxious to sit and enjoy some girl talk over tea, strawberries and sweetrolls. Lady Drad told me of the hidden mine and even revealed where she and Lord Drad kept a key. Frankly, I don't think she liked the idea of enslaving ogres at all." I grinned slyly. "After dark, I slipped back into their estate and pinched the key."

Shobob glanced at the sulking Mug and Ghorub, and chuckled. "Well I guess that explains why those two didn't get very far. Perhaps Malacath realized this job called for a woman's touch." He then looked down at me appraisingly. "You're one third our size. Did you not encounter any of Drad's guards?"

"Not until I actually entered the mine," I replied. "Then, oh my yes! I know some illusion magic though, so I was able to convince them that they were the intruders, not me. See, one nice thing about being small is that I could cast my spell, then hide in a crevice between some rocks. I had to repeat that a couple times until only one wounded guard remained."

Shobob let both raised eyebrows ask his next question.

I glanced over my shoulder at Slayer in response.

The orc nodded his understanding, then a sparkle animated his eyes as he broke the brief silence. "Tell me about the ogres, Buffy."

"I used one of the guard's keys to open the holding cells and free them. Those were the first ogres I ever saw, Shobob, but I will never forget them. They're beautiful. Ogres are majestic, gray, gentle giants. I agree with Malacath - they should be free. Why, when I left, they were teaching the Drads how to farm."

Oops...

She did it again
She wounded their pride
and all because
She couldn't hold her tongue

Young Lady, Miss Crazy
HOW OFTEN must we tell you
NOT to just let out
Everything your mind spouts?

You deserve a spanking-
but since trouble's flanking
We'll tan your butt another day
And try our best to save it today!!!

I loved Buffy's solution to the problem of Volendrung! How fitting that she should give it to someone for whom it's but a toy (albeit a Daedric toy)?

In Shobob's tale, I thought I heard a hint of foreshadowing! Will you pursue this further at some point?

As usual, Buffy showed class in getting out of her own grave!

Its massive weight immediately sought the ground, decisively taking me with it.
This was a wonderfully tongue-in-cheek way of putting it.

And just like Buffy to speak her mind and get herself in trouble. You are right, it does appear to be a wood elf thing!

Buffy resolves her quandary over what to do with Volendrang in typical Buffy fashion, by being generous. So lets see, out of three Daedric quests now she has kept one reward, and given the other two away? That says a bit about our bowgirl right there!

although it may have just been the angle of the westering sun as it sought the Abecean Sea
I am sure that is what it must have been. Manly men do not cry after all, let alone manly orcs!

and remember your kindness with every skull it crushes.
Now that is a manly orc alright! Sounds like Shobob would like Cutter!

Now that was a brilliant little thread you wove into Shobob's background, with him rescuing Agronak's mother from Lord Locutus Leviticus Lovidicus. It makes me wonder if a certain vampire slayer might be making Agronak's acquaintance sometime...

"Teaching the Drads how to farm" - ROFL !!!! - but ARGH!!! You don't take advantage of Buffy having a stalker in that quest? (or six if she is lucky) ???? That is one of my fave quests because it gives me stalkers worthy of the title !!!!

I love this poem Foxy !!!!!!!

Buffy and Malacath sitting in a tree...
K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
First comes love...
Then comes hate...
Then comes an orc in a baby carriage...

Buffy, I have to admit, you and Malacath?

Well I can't say I agree with that but I still loved the chapter. You were very right, I was surprised when she gave Volendrung away. But really, what would she have done with a giant axe like that? It fit very nicely. Linara would have loaded up on potions of feather and sold it in the city, I think. And of course there was one of my favorite lines:
They most definitely were! Another artifact collected, another shrine visited. What's next?

If Buffy ever learns to think before she speaks, she won’t be Buffy anymore. Just saying…

Gifting the hammer to Shobob was inspired- and again illustrates the Buffy Doctrine in action.

Hmmm, Shobob’s mission to gain Malacath’s favor sounds like the beginning of a story I have read somewhere else…

And the ogres as seen through Buffy’s eyes- I don’t quite know what to say about that.