This book began with Buffy being briefly incarcerated in the Imperial Prison, and will end as she attempts to bring freedom to the city of Kvatch. It is a sprawling story that will require more than 150 episodes, spread over five threads. Appropriately, I have nicknamed Book 1, 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?'

Thread 1 included episodes 1-26.

Thread 2 began with a brief recap of thread one, then included episodes 27-56.

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Please allow me to offer a small summary of Thread 2 that I hope might prove useful as a review, or for those who are joining us in progress:

Buffy discovered, from a black marketeer in Bravil, that sigil stones are what hold Oblivion Gates open.

In Chorrol, Buffy learned, after the fact, that the monk Jauffre had been murdered and the Amulet of Kings apparently stolen - almost immediately after Buffy had delivered it to him.

Her business in Chorrol also saw Buffy plot and carry out a deserved, but nonetheless calculated assassination of a rogue mage named Earana. Although tempted by the subsequent Dark Brotherhood's seductive lure of love and family, Buffy ultimately balked at her initiation contract and concluded that her killing and taste for vengeance were not for hire. Her 'dance with darkness' led to the forging and adopting of 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.

She began to display a fascination with the quests of Daedra Lords that, at first, made sense. Azura had given Buffy a wonderful artifact, and Meridia helped her avenge a murdered guild mate. Succumbing to the lure of Daedric trinkets, Buffy then undertook several more of these quests, netting disappointment and even shame over some of her choices.

Her fascination with Daedra Lords nevertheless remained and she eventually, with the help of Acadian, realized the cause: The Oblivion Gate at Kvatch was the work of a Daedra Lord, Mehrunes Dagon. Buffy had learned that without an Emperor, the Legion was too busy holding rebellious provinces together to send forces to close a gate that seemed under control. She realized that if she didn't help, no one would. Her curious logic yielded that perhaps one of Mehrunes Dagon's colleagues could help her learn more about fighting the Daedra within the gate, and ultimately closing it.

A second brief visit to Kvatch refined that her motivation did not necessarily stem from a desire to assist the Empire or Kvatch. It became clear that the focus of her efforts was Savlian Matius himself, even as she wrestled with trying to understand her growing feelings for him.

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Now, for those newer readers who would like to catch up to us in one short sitting, you might find this helpful: Buffy – The Executive Summary Thread.

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We now join Buffy as she embarks on a large storyline we call 'The Leyawiin Expedition,' that will sprawl over approximately sixteen episodes. Although the Daedra Lord Sanguine's quest is Buffy's excuse to visit to Leyawiin, I hope you will sit back and enjoy her rather multifaceted, expansive and sometimes circuitous approach to things.




The journey to Leyawiin was miserable. It never stopped raining. Despite wearing a hood, cape and robes, my skin was soaked and my boots full of water. The storm seemed to deter bandits and beasts though, and had allowed us to slosh along the puddle-laden road in relative peace. I had plenty of time to discuss my plans and concerns at length with Acadian and Superian.

My heart still ached from my decision to leave Kvatch. The excuses I had given Savlian Matius about trying to get more help for him and experience for me were true enough, although incomplete. I had nightmares of fireballs, burning rivers, and those terrifying clannfears. Amidst the brave defenders on top of that mountain, I was too ashamed to proclaim that much of my reason for leaving was fear.

That fear extended to my feelings for Savlian as well. Was a skittish wood elf really what that courageous man needed? Was a soldier, who subordinated his own needs and feelings to the defense of his city, what I needed? Was he even capable of caring about a woman more than his beloved Kvatch?

Yet. . . he had charged into that gate after me, jeopardizing his ability to command the effort at the barricade. Did that mean. . . oh, I didn't know what any of it meant. I thought about the beautiful Nord that now graced his defensive perimeter. I couldn't blame Savlian if he preferred her to me. After all, Sigrid was neither skittish nor would she run away. I knew I would return. . . just not yet. Not with those nightmares. What would I find when I did go back to Kvatch? We slowly plodded along in the downpour. A tear slid down my cheek, only to be lost in the rain.

The depressing weather also helped doubts to seep into my commitment to the current path that Acadian and I had agreed upon. Would any of these Daedra Lords help me learn more about how to survive the denizens of Mehrunes Dagon's realm so I could close that gate?

We carefully skirted the rising Lower Niben, where relentless rain had claimed parts of the Green Road near Water's Edge. Recalling the tragedy I had inflicted upon the poor Khajiit of nearby Borderwatch, it was easy to become discouraged with Daedra Lords. As I contemplated my shameful actions in support of Sheogorath, it was not lost on me that Sanguine seemed to be requesting another such 'harmless' practical joke. I vowed quietly into the rain, "I will not cast Sanguine's spell if I come to believe it will shatter hopes or lives. I did enough of that at Borderwatch."

It was thoughts of Vaermina and her tower of nightmares that provided a glimmer of hope into my soggy despair; at least she had acknowledged my fears, and provided Daedra to help improve my skill and confidence.

Ultimately though, as Acadian had pointed out, I realized that I wasn't yet ready to take on an Oblivion Gate.

Resigned then to our current path, I mused and pondered aloud about what might await us in Leyawiin. Acadian and Superian listened patiently in the rain as I tried to come up with ideas of how I might infiltrate my way into Castle Leyawiin and the Countess' dinner party.

Despite my trepidation regarding Sanguine's task, I confessed some excitement at the prospects for intrigue and learning a bit of what happens inside a castle. And of course, what girl would turn down the chance to dress up in a formal gown?

By the time the walls of Leyawiin began to emerge from the darkness, I had almost convinced myself that continuing to research Daedra Lords was a perfectly valid reason to delay getting myself killed at Kvatch.

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During the brief moment that the heavy wooden door to the Leyawiin guild was open, rain swept across the elegant marble floor, and a crack of thunder caused the mage inside the lobby to flinch. I removed my soaked hood. "Good evening, Evoker," I said to the Nord as my cape and green robe dripped on the floor.

"Greetings, Apprentice. I see the weather outside is still fit only for Argonians." Agata was pleasant, but businesslike, with her hair severely pulled back and wearing standard guild-issue blue robes. "It's been quite some time since you helped us by recovering Dagail's amulet. I was pleased that our recommendation helped you enter the University. During my recent visit there, Boderi Farano told me you did quite well for yourself. What brings you to Leyawiin?"

"Mostly research, Agata." I had found the term 'research' to be well-accepted among mages, and covered a multitude of things I didn't want to share. "Do you think I could stow my things and use Kalthar's old bed in the basement while I'm here?" I extended both arms to emphasize my baggy dripping sleeves, and shrugged.

The Nord smiled. "Forgive me, Buffy. Of course. Use Kalthar's quarters. Head down there right now and get yourself into some dry things. My dear friend Kud-Ei would never forgive me if we let one of her girls catch cold. We'd be delighted to have you stay as long as you like. Let me know if there's anything I can help you with."

"Thank you for the welcome, Agata." I headed downstairs.

As I looked at the bed in the basement, I remembered Kalthar. Killing a whining traitor to help the kind and wise leader of this guild had been a fair trade. The Council of Mages had determined my actions to be self defense and absolved me for the death of my guild mate.

After tugging off and draining my boots, I removed the cape and robe. Squeezing out the excess water, I found a place to hang them, along with the hood. While unpacking, I allowed the air to dry my rain-soaked skin. My fingers and toes were quite pale and wrinkled.

I hoped Delphine knew what she was talking about, commending Agata to me. If the Nordic assistant guild leader knew much about fashion and hair, it surely didn't show. Of course, I was hardly one to talk at the moment. My ponytail was more like a wet rattail. Removing the soaked ribbon I shook my loose hair, spraying the walls.

Laying out my gowns to relax the travel wrinkles, I was grateful that Delmar at the Chironasium had helped me enchant my pack to protect the contents from water. By the time I finished unpacking, my skin was dry and I pulled on a blue and green dress - with matching slippers of course. I then combed out my wet hair and headed back upstairs.

As I climbed to the second floor of the guild, I suppressed a squeal at my good fortune and chirped, "Hail, Tsavi." A green hood, atop a matching robe, turned around to reveal the the Khajiit. She was a member of the guild, but more importantly was the Staff Mage for Castle Leyawiin.

"Good evening, Buffy. Nice to see you. The trip from Bravil was uneventful?" Tsavi looked perpetually sad, but she was nevertheless pleasant enough.

"Yes, but for that interminable storm." Careful now, Buffy; nice and subtle. "I had to wear my rain gear all the way. Tsavi, I notice your green robes from the University. I hate wearing mine. How do you get them to fit so well?"

She seemed pleased at the compliment as she looked down and smoothed the robes with her hands. Her tail flicked around from behind and swept down the front of her lower legs. "These have been altered - to fit better and allow for a tail. Otherwise this one would swim around tripping over the hem."

I laughed. "Oh, good idea. I called them 'green bags' at the University." Good. Tsavi was opening up just a bit. "I only wear mine against the rain. Fortunately, they've been soaked and dried enough that they've shrunk to fit somewhat."

Tsavi smiled. "Well the whole idea of wearing robes as the Court Mage is important. It helps remind those in the castle - well really, just the Countess - of the position's importance. Otherwise, she would likely throw Tsavi out."

"Throw you out?" I opened my eyes wide for her benefit. Yes! She was talking about the castle now. "Why on Nirn would the Countess do that?" Add just a pinch of flattery. "You're a skilled mage and healer."

"Countess Caro hates Khajiit." Tsavi shook her head slowly and her ears drooped. "The sad part is, she could perhaps be a fine Lady Leyawiin otherwise. At least she dislikes Khajiit and Argonians equally. The way many of our two races torment each other in this town, the last thing we need is for her to take sides. This one believes the Countess just dislikes anyone whose appearance varies from her own Imperialness. You should see how she lifts her nose when she passes that orc who's been hanging around the Great Hall."

"Orc?" I pounced on the opportunity and tried my best to gush encouragement. "Now, that sounds mysterious!"

"Oh, it is." Tsavi perked up. "That orc claims she's a knight, but just snarls that she won't talk to anyone but the Count. Of course, the guards won't let a snarling orc anywhere near Lord Leyawiin. She's done nothing that quite warrants arrest, so things are at a standstill. Since his guards can get nowhere with her, the Count has offered a reward to anyone who can determine the orc's business."

"Fascinating, Tsavi," I said. Ok Buffy, turn off the gush. Time to gently back out. "How's Dagail? I mean, now that she has her amulet back to channel her voices and visions."

"Dagail? As wise as she ever was," replied the Khajiit. "She still talks in questions and circles, but if you pay attention you can learn much from her. Agata continues to handle much of the daily business for the guild. That reminds Tsavi that her purpose this evening is to see Agata. Please excuse this one, Apprentice. Wonderful to see you again."

"You too, Tsavi. 'Bye." I gave myself a passing grade for this first step of my infiltration. My business remained my own. The less people involved in Sanguine's perversion, the better. I hoped to minimize Agata's role to that of providing assistance with clothing and hair, should the time come. The conversation with Tsavi had provided a reason to visit the castle - albeit, an apparently snarling one.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot1 * Screenshot2

Congrats on Thread 3 !!!! Miss Buffy, infiltrating - I like this chapter because - although she usually runs headlong into things, she has learned to be leary of Daedric Lords - so is going about this like a mission, studying every aspect, planning - really huge change for Buffy, and therefore - hilarious !!!

I recognize much of this from thread one, but Buffy is always worth a second read !!! Congrats again !!!

All hail to the Great Acadian, creator of characters that cling to our imaginations!!!

I am glad to be the first to post in your new thread. *

Congratulations, and may your writing ability increase as steadily as in your last thread!


* BAH mALX beat me to the punch!!! Grrr....how she does it I don't know...unless..


UNLESS...



:stare:


YOUNG LADY DID YOU WASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE TYPING????

SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!! You owe me for a keyboard and monitor now, Foxy !!!!

I had plenty of time to discuss my plans and concerns at length with Acadian and Superian.
Right out of the starting gate you give us this wonderful sentence. Why is it wonderful? Because this shows us very clearly how Buffy thinks of Superian. Not as a conveyance, but as a friend and companion.

Buffy also shows more wisdom that most women twice her age as she ruminates on whether or not Savlian is a good match for her. Here is a guy who seems married to his job. Is he really worth her time? Does she want to be second fiddle to his first love, his duty?

I had almost convinced myself that continuing to research Daedra Lords was a perfectly valid reason to delay getting myself killed at Kvatch.
This gave me a good chuckle!

A delightful conversation with Tsavi that both brings Buffy up to speed on several things: Mazoga, the Countess is a racist, and the Khajiit and Argonians do not get along in Leyawiin. Our Bosmer handled the castle mage like a pro, and has just what she needs to get her foot in the door now.

She still talks in questions and circles
Master Po! (I have been watching the first season of Kung Fu, so the coolest blind man in the world is not far from my mind these days!)

Tsavi!Tsavi!Tsavi! Tsavi is my favourite Khajiit (and she does look good in a green bag!)

Back to Buffy, I feel sorry for her having to wear a green bag (in the rain as well!) . My Argonian friend does like his bag (although his is blue) because he feels very important when he wears it.

Buffy's memories of Kalthar were brilliant, it really brought her story around. Fabulous!

Again, congratulations on thread three! Great use of descriptive words and sentence structure variety in your piece, it really helps the reader to envision the setting and characters! I wonder what Mazoga will be like to Buffy, a lot of Orcs tend to dislike Elves. Amazing writing Acadian, and amazing story Buffy!

Awesome chapter, oh master of prose.

We slowly plodded along in the downpour. A tear slid down my cheek, only to be lost in the rain.
I loved the way you joined emotion to the rain. That is such a cool idea to symbolize the heavens above unleashing a torrent that wipes away Buffy's tear. It seems fitting that Leyawiin is raining all the time, it is probably doing that so that the atrocities that are committed there can be hidden.

Acadian and Superian listened patiently in the rain as I tried to come up with ideas of how I might infiltrate my way into Castle Leyawiin and the Countess' dinner party.
Another lovely line that is sooo Buffy.

Congratulations on Thread 3!

So even with Dagail’s faculties returned, Agata remains the heart and soul of the Leyawiin Guild. I wonder if Buffy’s estimation of Dagail as ‘kind and wise’ has more to do with her experience of the woman, or with the fact that they share the same race?

I am glad to see you include a little something about the Council of Mages judgment of the events surrounding Buffy’s Leyawiin recommendation. It always bothered me that the game lets that one slide, while expelling me from the Guild every other time I kill an imp!

Can't say it any better than this!

No surprise there, I hate that. There has to be a mod out there that actually makes the weather sunny forever. Might have to give it a try myself then.




So here I wonder when she'll be ready. When the nightmares stop? Why would they stop? Is she already leveled up completely? Will a new item help her? Minor skills such as the destruction (up to 90, what do you mean 'no Delphine Jend' )?

I've never done the quest with the Orc knight, so if Buffy is going to have a go at her I'm looking forward to that.

And yes, imo Tsavi looks good with that hood on, my Khajiit's never really do.

Just open the console and type "FW 38EEE"

"We carefully skirted the rising Lower Niben, where relentless rain had claimed parts of the Green Road near Water's Edge." I love this detail. It says so much about the storm.

"If the Nordic assistant guild leader knew much about fashion and hair, it surely didn't show." I've been wondering about this since Delphine said it! I'm looking forward to learning if there is more to Agata than her appearance would suggest.

Thread 3 felicitations!

Reminds me of Blade Runner, Roy Batty's dying speech. Not that that is a bad thing.

I bet I have to do that every time I go to a new cell and it does start to rain again? Thanks anyway.

Hi Acadian,

I just wanted to let you know how much of a help the how-to aspects of these threads have been. I played Oblivion for a few months last year, and started reading this thread when I picked the game back up about a month ago. There were so many things I didn't know or was not willing to try my first time around:
- last year, I tried to efficiently level and max my character out with the best stats and gear. Your thread showed me that stats aren't critical to success in this game. Now I have much more fun by limiting my character to light armor, no shield or bow, and just a longsword and magic.
- I had never tried the bedroll or bag of holding mods, but was inspired to use them after reading your thread. Now I spend much more time actually playing the game, instead of having to run to a town to sleep or sell loot.
- I had never tried the doomstone powers before, but after reading this thread I used the tower stone to open some important locks before I could get the skeleton key (i suck at lockpicking).
- I had never learned how to make black soul gems, so all of my weapons had charges of 800. Now I have a bandit-powered sword. : )
- I had never used command humanoid until after reading about Buffy taking down vampires and necromancers. Now large groups of enemies are a breeze.

Thank you for writing these threads; they have made the game much more enjoyable for me and inspired me to pay more attention to the RP aspects of the game.

- Hierarch44

First off, yet another congrats on Thread #3, and what a way to suck us back in, what with the antics of everyone's favorite bowgirl to the ongoing quest learning all things Daedric, here we see a story where every character drips with personality and inspiration is drawn from even the very best. I contend that many a professional writer could learn a thing or two about conveying depth of character simply by reading this backwoods slice of heaven.

Eagerly awaiting more.

During episode 57, Buffy traveled to Leyawiin. Along the way, her musings ranged from her feelings about Savlian Matius to questioning the wisdom of chasing after Daedra Lords. As she neared her destination, she began to focus her thoughts toward possible ways of worming her way into the castle in order to facilitate Sanguine's task. Upon arrival, she prevailed upon the hospitality of the Leyawiin mages guildhall. She quickly picked up a tip from Tsavi, staff mage to the Court of Leyawiin, about an orc causing concern at the castle.

mALX- Thank you. Our objectives regarding Leyawiin are very ambitious, and will indeed require a cautious and planned approach.

Foxy- Thank you for your steady guidance and support, my friend.

SubRosa- You always nail so much! Superian - truly Buffy's friend and companion. Savlian - can Buffy ever compete with Savlian's love for Kvatch and dedication to duty? Is he wise enough to realize what is within his grasp?

hazmick- Thanks for the kind words regarding Buffy's return to Leyawiin!

Grizzly- Thank you! Yes, I suspect some sparks between Buffy and Mazoga. But first, an unexpected sidetrip.

Wolf- Thank you for enjoying the way we tried to blend the weather into Buffy's ruminations en route to Leyawiin. Also for noting how freely and intimately Buffy considers both Acadian and Superian to be within every aspect of her life.

Destri- Thank you! Buffy freely acknowledges that Agata is a leader, yet she remains intrigued by the kind wisdom of Dagail. Buffy recalls from her first visit to Leyawiin, that Dagail can detect the spirit of Acadian.

Casper- I'm sorry, if in replying a few episode's ago to Foxy's question about Buffy's spell I may have caused confusion. Currently, Buffy is my co-author, relaying the history of her adventures that occurred during Book 1. She has completed all the actions and adventures of Book 1 and is indeed quite leveled up.

At the time when the current events in her story took place however, she was level 12 -14 and had a great deal to learn. Very shortly after she leaves Leyawiin in her story, she will undergo a dramatic change regarding Daedra - she will learn to be the hunter instead of the prey, and her nightmares will end.

The Leyawiin Expedition weaves together several quests with more complexity than any of her storylines to date. In fact, in this very next episode, she will be sharply diverted from what we may have expected.

Grits- Thank you! We don't have big plans for Agata. She will help put Buffy together as Delphine suggested when the time comes. She also serves to somehow - in Buffy's mind - link Nords, fashion, envy, Sigrid, Kvatch and feelings of inadequacy all together in a green soup of jealousy and self-doubt. Lol.

MyCat- Thank you for drawing attention to the tear that slid down Buffy's cheek into the rain.

Hierarch44- I am delighted that the 'how to' tips we have tried to weave into Buffy's story have helped your game! Even though we take liberties with quests and NPCs, we try to keep her tactics, skills and weaponry close enough to the game as to be very recognizable. Although we freely use cosmetic mods for Buffy, her outfits and Superian, we try to limit other mods that change gameplay; I'm pleased that such mods as bag of holding and portable campsite have been clearly enough portrayed to indeed identify them as mods. I so appreciate the feedback of your perspective!

Thomas Kaira- A warm welcome to Buffy's world and much thanks for the kind words!




"Acadian, I thought we were trying to infiltrate Castle Leyawiin and find a way into the Countess' dinner party. How is traipsing over to the east side of The Lower Niben going to help get us into that castle? Shouldn't our next step be to investigate that orc in the Great Hall?" I stared at the blue mark on my map, perplexed. I knew I could ignore it, but should I?

My choices hadn't always been the best. I'm the one who decided to jump into an Oblivion Gate, forcing Savlian Matius to carry me back out. It wasn't Acadian that almost led us into the Dark Brotherhood.

Although mystified, and frankly a bit peeved, I heaved a sigh and rolled up the map. "Fine."

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Even from the road, trees couldn't fully hide the unmistakable shape of a towering gray statue. My heart quickened as I realized Superian and I were approaching a Daedric Shrine.

"Acadian, you're really confusing me now. Why did you lead me here when we haven't even figured out how to complete our current business? Shouldn't we be thinking about how to get into the Countess' dinner party? Are you simply showing me which Daedra Lord we should consult after completing Sanguine's task?"

I scratched my head. "No, if that were the case, you would have waited. This must somehow be related to the castle." I shrugged in resignation. "You know, it wouldn't hurt sometimes if you'd just talk to me a bit more."

As we drew closer, the Daedric Shrine became fully visible, just beyond a short bridge that crossed a quiet stream.

The statue depicted a slender, robed woman. Each of her outstretched arms supported the figure of a large night bird. As a student of Daedra Lords, I instantly recognized this one. I approached the shrine and, from astride Superian, reached up and touched the Night Mistress, Nocturnal.

"Night among strangers." The voice of a woman fell softly around me like a shroud of silk. "Secrets in the dark. Nocturnal is here. But my Eye is blind and drowned, stolen from its shrine and hid in dark waters. To steal from a god is most unwise. In Leyawiin, two Argonians think themselves secret, but the Eye has seen them. Find these thieves in the city that spans the waters. Learn where they hide my Eye. Retrieve the Eye of Nocturnal, Child of Dawn. Return it to me, and I shall look favorably upon you."

Well, at least she didn't jam a spell into my, um . . . repertoire like Namira and Sanguine had done. I checked the map to ensure there were no more blue surprises. Turning Superian, we headed back toward Leyawiin.

So, someone stole from the Mistress of Thieves? Imagine that. It seemed I wasn't the only one who would never be adjudged the brightest star in the night sky. I wasn't sure if that observation applied more to the thieves or the victimized Daedra Lord.

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Sitting by a crackling campfire on the small rocky beach, I inspected my arrows as I reviewed the day and a half that had passed since my visit to Nocturnal. Next to Slayer, on the ground beside me was the Star of Azura. It contained the life energy of a troll. Flames gently licked the venison and crabmeat in front of me. I was tired and hungry.

The two Argonian thieves had been easy to find. Racial tensions and a few septims flashed in front of a Khajiit had quickly yielded the names and location of Weebam-Na and Bejeen.

Not far from the campfire, Superian stood by the water's edge. I glanced at her with a smile, then looked skyward. Although it was a beautiful night, the overhanging rocks behind me would provide shelter for my bedroll in the event of a sudden downpour - a common occurrence in the Black Marsh. I retrieved the meat from my fire and began wolfing it down.

The two thieves, even under a spell, had agreed to tell me nothing except some nonsense about what sounded to be rather unsavory recipes for rat meat. Later, slinking in the darkness, I had returned in my black cat suit. A spell from across the street had coaxed the tumblers protecting the Argonians' door open - so much more efficient than trying to break my fingernails with a lockpick. Quietly, I had entered like a shadow.

I hadn't waited long before Bejeen posed a question to Weebam-Na: "What if someone discovers we have hidden it in Tidewater Cave?" That was all I needed to hear, before I snuck out as quietly as I had entered.

The crab and venison were gone, and I was full. I poked at the fire and added another piece of dry wood from the small pile I had gathered.

Tidewater Cave was on my map from when I had visited the nearby Serpent Stone during my first visit to Leyawiin. It was there I had learned my Cobra's Dance power. Smiling with a familiar sheepishness, I recalled protesting Acadian's blue mark that had led me there so long ago. I was thankful for the magnificent swirling cobra that had leaped from my fingers many times to save my life.

This morning, we had set out for Tidewater Cave. Following the swampy coast south from Leyawiin had furnished some game for dinner. Ferns grew nearly to Superian's belly, while weeping trees trailed their leaf-laden branches almost to her back. The air was thick with moisture. Green stain cup and stinkhorn grew in abundance. By mid afternoon, we neared our destination.

My rings had alerted me to a pair of pink glows guarding the cave long before they were aware of our approach. Dismounting into the ferns and soft ground, I had crept close enough to cast a spell that convinced one troll to mortally engage his comrade. A single arrow had killed the survivor.

It was late now. The campfire caused flickering shadow and light to dance upon every muscled detail of my precious black mare. Azura's Star sang its quiet, mournful song as I transferred the troll's life force to Slayer. Entering Tidewater Cave could wait till morning.

Moonlight shimmered invitingly across the surface of Topal Bay. There were no pink glows nearby and it was a beautiful starry night. Small waves serenaded my campsite as they gently teased the rocky shore. Soon enough, the water made my clothes fall off, and I walked into its soothing coolness for a swim.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

I don't know why I thought you had already done the Mazoga quest on this site !!! Buffy the Bowgirl, Buffy the Vampire Slayer...now Buffy the Plumber? BWAAAAHAAA !!!

I WANT THAT CAMPSITE MOD !!!!

Great Chapter, Acadian !!!

(nit? Wouldn't Orc be capitalized?)


I love Buffy's internal dialogue over Nocturnal's issues with being robbed, lol. Very Miss Buffy !!!!

I heaved a sigh and rolled up the map. "Fine."
There is that "F" word again!

at least she didn't jam a spell into my, um . . . repertoire
Nicely worded!

So to the shrine of Nocturnal then. Which may indeed lead Buffy to someone who may be able to help her with that orc situation...

A spell from across the street had coaxed the tumblers protecting the Argonians' door open - so much more efficient than trying to break my fingernails with a lockpick.
This struck me as humorously ironic after Methredhel's own recent musings about unlocking spells!

Love that last picture!

I love how Buffy acknowledges the fact that it was her decisions that led to some of their most painful misadventures, even while she questions Acadian’s logic in leading her where she wants to go.


It seems that all higher beings are able to recognize Buffy as a Child of Dawn. She wears the mantle of destiny so effortlessly that each reminder of it remains a surprise.


Well put!

Wait, this happens so rarely that I need a moment to savor it . . . okay. A nit?

I don’t think you need ‘would’ here.

The voice of a woman fell softly around me like a shroud of silk.
I love this line!

One and a half days' events recapped fireside followed by a swim. I have enjoyed this episode so much I have already read it twice!

Oh, great. Now I'll never get that episode out of my head. So much atmosphere...



You sell yourself short, young Bowgirl. I can't possibly read these two pieces together and make the argument you are lacking in brainpower.

nit?

Seems a rogue comma has been slinking around with our bowgirl, too.

Right, that's it! Haa-Rei is going back to Leyawiin right now! Your descriptions of the water and the weeping trees made him more than a little bit 'home-away-from-homesick'. Nocturnal's quest is a good one, the reward is also one of the best (in my opinion). Buffy should never doubt her paladin's judgement and should always follow the blue marker!

I hope you can fit one or two more chapters in before christmas!

I agree with Hazmick- "Buffy, never ever question that blue marker again. Just go girl!!"


Please tell Buffy that Aradroth really approves of her style and approach here!
It seems that our little acolyte from the 'Cheydinhal chapel' has not forgotten her past.
And the black looks much better than the gaudy blue.

Wow, now that was awesome! That is one of my favorite quests in the game, and it rewards one of my favorite Daedric artifacts. On a side note, I'm in the process of building a PC, so I will be able to play Oblivion on PC, finally! Great job Acadian, I so love your writing. =)

Simply brilliant and moving lyrical prose.


That is the perfect “Buffy” thought to break through her doubt and despair.


And there is another.

The conversation with Tsavi was a showcase for Buffy’s improved social skills- and also plants a number of seeds for the future.

Most of the best lines are already quoted- I will simply add a “me, too!” in appreciation of those. But I quite liked this one:


And the last page is filled with wonderful, evocative descriptions- of the setting, of combat, of Buffy's thoughts.

Freya says "gives me mah Buffy, or teh printer getz it!"

O my GAWD Rosa! O my GAWD!!!!



How? HOW did you manage to get that oh-so-deliciously-CUTE-that-it-hurts picture!!!

ME LIKE!!! MEWWWW LIKE!!!!

:drool:

At the mysterious prompting of Acadian, Episode 58 found Buffy diverted from her business at Castle Leyawiin to the nearby Shrine of Nocturnal. The Daedra Lord requested our Child of Dawn recover an item stolen by a pair of Leyawiin thieves. Buffy discovered that the Argonian thieves - named Weebam-Na and Bejeen - had indeed stolen from Nocturnal and hidden the item within a cave along the coast of Topal Bay. Buffy and Superian made their way to Tidewater Cave.

mALX- Portable Campsite is the mod's name. The tough part of that screenie was using the construction set on Slof's horse mod to temporarily remove all of Superian's tack!

I've consistently left orc uncapitalized in BF 2.0. We capitalize the proper name of a race but we choose not to capitalize a race's nickname: Caucasian/white man; Dunmer/dark elf; Bosmer/wood elf; Orsimer/orc; etc. I believe it is a reasonable (albeit debatable) decision for dealing with a gray area; more importantly, it is a useful style sheet decision that helps us to be consistent.

Thank you so much for the kind words regarding Buffy's internal dialogue!

SubRosa- Yes, 'fine' is a simple but amazingly powerful word from the mouth of the right woman. I see you are way ahead of Acadian as to why he asked Buffy to visit Nocturnal. It will take a couple more chapters for Buffy to fully realize why. I too, got a big grin from reading Methie's take on lockpicks in your recent story, knowing Buffy's take was imminent! She has a little more to say about them in this next episode as well. Thank you for liking our screenie!

Oh, and so sorry to upset Miss Freya with our tardiness in updating - although I must admit her picture brought more than a faint smile to my face. Losing a couple days for a new computer is just not something a kitty should have to deal with or be expected to understand, after all.

Destri- Buffy and Acadian don't always agree, but it seems they really do trust, respect and depend on each other. Thank you so much for noting my change of Nocturnal's dialogue when she referred to Buffy as Child of Dawn. Heh, she really quite resents those spells being jammed into her spellbook. I so appreciate you pointing out that nit so I could fix it!

Grits- Giving Nocturnal a voice like a shroud of silk just seemed so fitting. Thank you for mentioning it, and for your wonderfully kind words!

Thomas Kaira- Thanks for complimenting the atmosphere we tried to provide here. I agree that Buffy is pretty smart and clever; she does have a challenge thinking quickly or under pressure though. Thanks for your advice on the comma; I pulled it.

hazmick- I was thinking of you and Haa-Rei as we wrote the description of Superian moving through the soft ground between ferns and weeping tree branches. Acadian so appreciates your vote of confidence for diverting Buffy; despite still smarting from Buffy's use of the 'Fine' word, he is convinced that completing Nocturnal's task will pay dividends relating to that orc at the castle.

Wolf- Thank you also for the endorsement of Acadian's occasional blue marker. We figured that dear Aradroth might approve of Buffy's urban subterfuge, particularly in her black cat suit.

Grizzly- Thank you so much for your enthusiastic encouragement! It'll take a couple more episodes for the benefits of doing Nocturnal's quest to become clear to Buffy. That is great news that you're getting an Oblvion PC!

treydog- As is so often the case, your words soothe like a welcome potion. I admire your style so very much, and Buffy and I are grateful for your kind and supportive comments.

Foxy- Yes! Wasn't SubRosa's picture of Freya wonderful?



The first streaks of morning sun reflected on the calm surface of Topal Bay as I raised my head from the bedroll. I smiled to see Superian enjoying a drink, but quickly arose before she could walk over to share it with me. After donning greaves and boots of buckskin, along with a gray blouse, I had a cold breakfast of bread and cheese outside Tidewater Cave.

I filled a pair of goatskin water bags, then sliced up and shared a couple apples with my mare. I hadn't noticed the nearby Saint John's wort plants the night prior, and gathered some nectar - useful to help make basic poisons.

With Slayer in hand, I smooched at Superian and entered the cave.

Letting my senses adjust to the cold, damp air, I wrinkled my nose at the smell of. . . troll dung. The darkness was moderated by naturally glowing rock outcroppings. Surveying the pink life signs, I could discern a variety of animals and the unmistakably hulking shoulders and long arms of several trolls.

Taking the first right turn, I snuck down a corridor.

Rasping breaths came from behind me. The trolls were moving quickly and I wasn't prepared for two of them. Flustered, I clung to the shadows and tried to melt into the gray rock wall. If they saw me this close, even disappearing might not protect me from a lucky swing. Perhaps I could survive one hit from a troll, but not two. The huge beasts lumbered past and continued deeper into the cave. Finally, I allowed my captive breath to quietly escape.

Creeping forward, I could make out both trolls in the cavern ahead.

The farther of the two jerked from the impact of my poisoned arrow. Still undetected, I counted the seconds for my poison to run its course. This troll required a second arrow to make Azura's Star sing. Again, distance, shadow and Slayer's enchantments prevented my detection.

Before attacking the second troll, I poisoned an arrow and slipped it into my boot sheath. After casting my spell that briefly immobilized foes and weakened them to poison, I chased it with the arrow. Due to the spell, this troll died from only a single poisoned arrow.

Quietly moving toward the dead trolls I sensed a warning from Acadian.

Behind you again.

Before I could react, I felt something hit the back of my right hamstring and tear into my flesh. With a cry of pain, I staggered forward and turned around. The rat's next lunge was for my throat. Slayer came up defensively as magic flashed into the bow to protect it. I was barely fast enough to deflect the rat. Instinctively, flames leaped from my fingertips. Again and again. Several more spells continued to bounce the dead rat down the corridor before I realized I could stop. My heart pounding, leg screaming and hands shaking, I leaned against the tunnel's stone wall.

The throbbing in my leg radiated up into my hip and I felt my head spinning. Tears welled and I was having trouble concentrating as I drank a healing potion. Fumbling in my pack I found a piece of mandrake root and ate it. The dizziness subsided, allowing the concentration necessary to bring forth healing energy and channel it into my wound. I limped into the cavern containing the dead trolls.

After casting another spell to further heal my wound, I pulled off my boots and greaves then sat on a large flat rock. As I repaired the tear in the leg of my buckskins, I shuddered to think if the rat had been a troll. What had happened? I had only been in this cave a short time and almost gotten myself killed twice. "Thank you Acadian, for watching our back. How could I have been so careless as to neglect sweeping the area behind us for enemies?" Shaking my head, I recharged Slayer, got dressed and tested my leg. I bathed myself in white magic once more - as much for nerves as my wound - then backtracked from this dead end cavern.

The next passage descended, explaining the cave's Tidewater name. I could see the distinctive glows of two slaughterfish ahead. After removing my boots and greaves (again), I waded up to my waist and started slapping the water. Sure enough, one of the fish charged. I quickly back peddled and reached for an arrow. By the time I retreated to ankle deep water, the slaughterfish was splashing and snapping harmlessly in front of me. One arrow killed the fish. Unfortunately, his companion remained in the murky depths.

I loved swimming, but not in the same water with these appropriately named life support systems for teeth. Oh well.

I didn't unstring Slayer, as I had no idea what might await beyond my swim; besides, silk bowstrings tolerated exposure to water quite well. I did remove my blouse however, and placed it along with my greaves and boots into the waterproof safety of my enchanted pack. In addition to the pair of detect life rings I wore, I slipped on two more that would allow me to breathe and see better under water. A blue glow pierced the shadows.

I waded forward up to my chest, drank a shield potion, then submerged and swam deeper. The remaining slaughterfish whirled and charged as I raised and spell-shielded my bow. Teeth slammed into Slayer. The painful jolt jarred me and almost buckled my arm. True to their hit and run style, the fish released the bow staff and began to turn away. Instantly, I grabbed its tail with a paralyzing touch. Without letting go, I channeled white energy that absorbed every bit of the slaughterfish's life.

This underwater corridor turned out to be another dead end.

After backtracking out of the water, I removed a couple rings and donned my greaves, blouse and boots. I then restrung Slayer with a dry bowstring, and proceeded into the next passage. The large glow ahead rivaled a troll in size, but was on all fours. My target identification spell divined that it was a black bear.

I had no qualm with bears or other natural forest predators as long as they didn't threaten Superian or I. By giving them a wide berth or remaining hidden, I was often able to avoid their attacks. Still undetected, I slipped on my ring that could cut through shadows with a blue clarity. I then entered the creature's cavern only with my eyes. After determining that it was yet a third dead end, I quietly withdrew.

A single troll was evident in what appeared to be the only remaining tunnel. I had to be getting close now to - what was the Daedra Lord missing? Oh yes, the Eye of Nocturnal. I crept closer to the troll. The glow was very large now, just beyond the approaching sharp turn.

Stop Buffy. I thought about some of the things that could go wrong with the upcoming close quarters fight. I was still a bit shaken from being nearly bested by a rat. I didn't want to end up in a puddle of blood, tears and pee on the floor of this cave screaming how much I hated Acadian for dragging me here. And I really didn't want to get myself killed.

Drinking two shield potions, I hoped they would allow me to survive a couple troll hits if it came to that. I reviewed the spells I might need. Finally, I poisoned and nocked an arrow.

With Slayer partially drawn, I eased myself sideways until I had a clear shot. Fully drawing the bowstring, I released my arrow. At this range, the massive troll was staggered away from me by the impact. I wasn't taking any chances though, and immediately chased my arrow with a green swirling illusion of fear. The poisoned creature retreated in terror as I nocked another arrow. After a few seconds, my spell wore off and the troll charged. Between the close range and Slayer's enchantments, my second arrow stopped the beast in its tracks amidst a swirl of sparks. Azura's Star sang its comforting note before the troll hit the ground.

I slowly turned, scanning all the way around me for pink glows. Seeing only the bear - who seemed content to remain in his cavern - I lit a torch and quickly found Nocturnal's Eye.

* *

Astride Superian, I drew up close and placed my hand upon Nocturnal.

"My Eye is returned, and I once again see into the darkness that is your world. We mock the thieves, for bitter is their loss. You, Child of Dawn, may take this. It shall open the secrets of dark places for you."

"That's it? Milady Nocturnal, I was hoping for some information about the plains of Oblivion, or at least some tips for fighting Daedra?" Touching the shrine again, I got no response.

I stared at the item that had appeared in my hand. What good was a skeleton key? I could open any lock in Cyrodiil with a spell. Well, almost. It seemed no one could explain why on Nirn I couldn't create an on-touch unlock spell; therefore, I forced Acadian to help me open things that were underwater where my ranged spells wouldn't work. At least Nocturnal's trinket was smaller and lighter than the war hammer or staves I had received from other Daedra Lords.

As Superian and I joined the Yellow Road, I could see smoke rising from the banks of the Lower Niben. We moved closer until a bonfire and several tents appeared. Locating the spot on my map, I saw it was called Fisherman's Rock.

We gave the camp a fair berth as we skirted our way down to the water's edge, where I slid to the ground. Spreading my arms, I placed one hand on Superian's withers and the other on her haunch. Using most of my magicka I infused her with a massive alteration spell. After I remounted, we trotted across the surface of the river. Upon reaching the east side, we turned south along the Green Road toward Leyawiin.

"Acadian, we still need to investigate that orc at Castle Leyawiin. I think that's the best bet to get ourselves into the Countess' dinner party."

The bonfire across the river at Fisherman's Rock was still visible. I wondered if the Argonian thief named Weebam-Na, and his accomplice Bejeen, would learn not to steal from Daedra Lords.

I was mystified but content. "I have no idea why you led us to Nocturnal's Shrine, my paladin." After a moment I added, "But we're still alive and I still trust you."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

That brought a smile to my face.

The skeleton key IMHO ranks with Azura's Star as one of the most useful Daedric artifacts, perhaps because my characters never learn unlocking spells.

You know Buffy... I think you're cheating. You've either cast charm spells on your journal or you're a daedric prince...or maybe you made a deal with Haermaeus Mora (a thousand souls for the ability to make anyone who read your work love it?)

Anyways, your description is great.

Kitty says she's happy now that Buff's here.


Finally, I allowed my captive breath to quietly escape.
A wonderful line.

Very exciting little part with the rat. It may be a nuisance enemy in the game, but you really made Buffy's panic at being surprised, up close, come to life. In fact, a good, action-packed episode chock full of mystic-archer goodness.

Finally, I see Buffy skirted around Fisherman's Rock. Hmmm, I wonder if she might find herself going back there someday soon?

Thankyou very much, it means a lot to both of us. After reading your last chapter Haa-Rei ran off to Leyawiin and emerged from the swamps covered in mud, he also had another spell in his book: Cobra's dance. It has already saved his life three times so I must thank you and Buffy for leading him to it.

Back to this chapter though, I loved Buffy's description of the smells of the cave. That encounter with the rat had my heart in my mouth The girl needs to pay more attention in the future, even a proffesional can get things wrong.

Definitely among my favorite Daedric artifacts and quests. I'm glad to see Buffy's Bosmer spirit of friendliness to forest creatures come out. Most would be inconsiderate and slay the bear, without it doing anything to them. Partly the reason why most animals are hostile today. Excellent work Acadian, and merry Christmas!

I found it interesting that the bear didn't attack Miss Buffy - do you have a mod for that? The reason I ask, something is odd about the game I am on, no mod that I know of causing it - Wolf and bear do not attack Maxical, nor do bandits and highwaymen - (they talk to her and give rumors!). She has had wolf walk at her side through the wilderness (till their territory ends); bear just ignore her or sniff. What is causing that? Does Buffy have something doing that? Maxical is not wearing the Boots of the Crusader, I know they have that effect - and it was happening before even starting that questline. (oh, werewolfs don't attack her either, but attack any follower or companion)

She does get attacked: Minotaur, ogres, trolls, boars, mudcrabs, slaughterfish, any of the Daedrics or Mystic enemies.

I don't know if it is a glitch, or side effect of some mod I'm using.

Anyway, Great Chapter !!! Many Buffy moments, the rat was a biggie!

@ mALX, I believe Acadian has posted about a Forest Friend amulet mod, which was made for just that purpose.

Such stark contrast to the last chapter, in this one we have gritty, bloody battles and an excellent touch that even the best adventurers slip at times. I'm surprised her greaves were still dry after that rat dug in.



Inspired Whedon-style quote there, classic Buffy.

*hurries off to watch some Buffy and get some characterization ideas.*

That was I

Sage Rosa, what great mods !!! That is Awesome !!!


@ Thomas Kaira - Oh !! How did I miss that in the read? GAAAH! I'm going blind, lol. Thank you !!

I'm so sorry if we have introduced any confusion. Let me pop in for a moment to help clarify:

The only reason the bear did not attack Buffy was because it didn't see her hidden in the shadows. She remained hidden, scanned the bear's cavern using her night eye ring, then slipped away. The bear remained oblivious to her presence.

Buffy is simply revealing her reluctance to attack fellow forest predators unless necessary. Bears, wolves, lions, etc, do and will attack Buffy, Superian or travelers in her story and she will respond with deadly force. She simply does not kill them unless necessary.

We haven't introduced any non-hostility mods or features into Buffy's story relating to forest creatures, nor do we plan to until well after Book 1 is complete. In her game, she is way beyond Book 1 and is indeed experimenting with befriending forest predators. SubRosa's mod is indeed a good one, but does not extend protection to one's horse. Buffy's future solution is as simple as putting her and Superian into the KOTN predator faction (an idea I owe to SubRosa). Once again though, we have no plans for any of that in Book 1, and forest predators will readily attack Buffy - if they see her.

OH! That would be great! Let me know how to do it, I may start her riding again !!! I have really enjoyed the closeness with the wolves a lot. They walk alongside like a dog, watching for enemies as if they are protecting Maxical - I love it! I am really not sure why the werewolves won't attack her, but I enjoy that too, and it makes for some great screenies. If I can get that little campsite mod, she can live up there among them!!!

I thought on this quite a bit. I thank you, mALX for drawing out the possibility of confusion. As the writer, any such possibility is squarely my fault. Our story needs to stand up to scrutiny on its merit without the need for amplifying explanation from this humble scribe. As such, I have taken the liberty of changing the paragraph in question.

The original, that seemed to draw the question was this:

I had no qualm with bears or other natural forest predators as long as they didn't threaten Superian or I. Slipping on my ring that could cut through shadows with a blue clarity, I entered the creature's cavern only with my eyes. After determining that it was yet a third dead end, I quietly withdrew.

The revision, that I hope adds clarity is this:

I had no qualm with bears or other natural forest predators as long as they didn't threaten Superian or I. By giving them a wide berth or remaining hidden, I was often able to avoid their attacks. Still undetected, I slipped on my ring that could cut through shadows with a blue clarity. I then entered the creature's cavern only with my eyes. After determining that it was yet a third dead end, I quietly withdrew.

GAAAAH!!! I didn't mean to cause a problem, I'm sorry Acadian!

That was a lovely chapter- so much going on. I had to take a breath at the end.

It is a shame Buffy does not use the old Drain health 100 points x 1 sec and Soul Trap 1 sec. It is the ultimate Troll killer. I guess with low endurance it does make you think about combat a bit more and not just spam the one spell, lol.

mALX- that is one crazy game that you have got there. I thought the bugs of last year were a thing of the past..... still, it does make for some interesting plot lines.

SubRosa- wow, what a kitty!! Lucky that Buffy does not kill wildlife..... well, sometimes!!

Merry Xmas to all at Chorrol from Australia- I hope that rain east of LA is not causing any problems to Buffy's mentor. Fingers crossed.

During Episode 59, Buffy cleared Tidewater Cave and returned the Eye of Nocturnal to its owner. She wondered if the Argonian thieves - Weebam-Na and Bejeen would learn not to steal from Daedra Lords. As she returned to Lewawiin, she noted a large campsite called Fisherman's Rock, but did not stop to investigate.

MyCat- Thank you! Buffy getting up before Superian could wander over dribbling a mouthful of water was inspired by a morning habit of my late great dane. Oh yes, for lockpick users, that skellie key is wonderful!

Zalphon- Thank you for those kind words regarding Buffy the illusionist and her charms!

SubRosa- Oh my, if it was possible to top your previous shot of Freya threatening the printer, you surely did with this most recent one. She's adorable!

Buffy can be lethally elegant when she's in control of a fight, but when surprised, she gets flustered and can be easily humbled - - even by a sneaky rat! Or, as Boderi told her in episode 43:

"You are at your best when you control the situation. Your strengths are your cunning and planning - you are an archer first, a mage second and a skirmisher not at all." . . . "Very few of us can come up with an ideal solution in the span of a few heartbeats," she paused to chuckle softly, "and you, my butterfly dragon, are not one of those few."

For those familiar with the Leyawiin quests or BF 1.0, thanks for bearing with our glaring trail of bread crumbs loaves. For those as mystified as Buffy about why Acadian diverted them to Nocturnal's Shrine, thanks for being patient with us. It will be become clear to Buffy within the next couple episodes.

hazmick- I'm so glad Haa-Rei is enjoying Buffy's Leyawiin Expedition. How wonderful that he discovered Cobra's Dance! Thanks for your kind words. Yup, our Arcane University-trained mystic archer almost got bested by a rat! You can bet she won't be sharing that story with Daenlin or Boderi.

Grizzly- I agree that Nocturnal is a fun quest. Although forest predators will attack Buffy, she does not go out of her way to provoke them, as she feels somewhat of a kinship with them. Thank you!

mALX- Thank you for feeling Buffy's pain, panic, then embarrassment regarding the rat. I also thank you for kindly pointing out the potential for confusion regarding why the bear and Buffy did not attack each other. Thanks to you, I was able to easily edit in the required clarification and improve our story!

Thomas Kaira- Heh, the rat surprise was not one of Buffy's proudest moments. She really perked up as she read your comment though - you're right! She didn't pee herself and therefore has something to be proud of. Thanks for the nod to Joss Whedon (creator of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series).

Wolf- So glad you popped in! Buffy thinks of her dear Wolf as one of her several god fathers. Yes, I hear that drain health 100x1sec is deadly at lower/mid levels, and when prepped up first by stacked weakness to magic can be lethal at any level. Buffy will probably always think like a mystic archer: Magic exists to help her stay alive and kill better with her bow. Indeed, she will never compete with Delphine Jend when it comes to straight up death blasting spells. In fact, the strongest fire spell she knows is 'flare' - good for killing rats, lighting torches, heating bathwater and cooking.



Standing in the lavish great hall of Castle Leyawiin feeling very small, I couldn't miss the orc that Tsavi had told me about. As she scowled up and down the hall in massive dark armor, she looked quite capable of snapping wood elves like twigs. I could see why the guards were intimidated. I hoped this investigation wouldn't involve a confrontation with her. My few encounters fighting orcs had shown them to be frighteningly quick and almost unstoppable - rather like being charged by a fast moving building.

Second thoughts crept into my head. Perhaps I should have had one of my Black Horse Courier sisters carry a note to Savlian requesting a letter of introduction to the Court of Leyawiin. Might that not have been a good way to get accepted in the castle and perhaps be invited to one of the Countess' dinner parties? After all, Savlian was a captain in the Imperial Legion and I was working for him - well, sort of.

I frowned as I imagined such a letter: 'This skinny elf is named Buffy. She doesn't follow directions very well, and abandons her post with some regularity.' Shaking my head, I thought, no. Perhaps I should stick to my orc plan.

Outside the brown cape I wore, Slayer and a full quiver adorned my back. My cuirass was the color of dark tree bark and its scales had been fashioned from hardened leather. Greaves and boots - both made of buckskin - completed the outfit. I looked as much like an adventurous scout as I could.

I tried to remember what I had read in Tar-Meena's books at the Mystic Archives about castles and courtly things. It was time to put that fancy education and extensive reading to good use. Besides, I had a secret weapon. Paladins knew about courtly things, didn't they? I closed my eyes for a moment. Then I smiled and whispered, "You're right, Acadian. We can do this." Taking a deep breath, I approached the throne area.

An ornate carpet of green and gold led toward a pair of elaborate wooden thrones that were flanked by flaming fire bowls. The massive seats of power themselves were trimmed with silk brocade in colors that matched the royal carpet. Before I could study the occupants of the two thrones, I was stopped by a guard who asked my business.

I introduced myself to the young soldier and requested an audience to offer my service regarding the mysterious orc. I was ushered forward and simply presented as an adventurer.

The balding Imperial in black and gold finery spoke from his throne, "Marius Caro. By the grace of the Nine, Count Leyawiin." His eyes met mine with none of the condescension I had experienced when I bought my small home from Count Bravil. "You are a stranger to me, but well met."

I bowed, then reminded myself to stand up straight. "Buffy from Bravil, Milord. I am an archer, trained in the ways of magic." I stopped there. The books said let nobles control the conversation.

The Count looked at me carefully with piercing blue eyes, as if reconciling my appearance and words, but his face held a smile. "Perhaps you would like to do a service for County Leyawiin?" The kindly voice reflected wisdom and confidence. His presence seemed to exude royalty to the extent he felt no need to impress.

"It would be my humble honor to serve Leyawiin if I am so able, Sire." I thought I said the line naturally enough to belie the fact that it came from Acadian.

The Count briefly looked at the woman seated to his left and touched her hand. The Imperial in green silks was obviously the Countess. She returned his look with a barely perceptible nod.

"Buffy," Lord Leyawiin interrupted my staring at his Countess, "this is Alessia Caro." When he looked at her this time, he smiled warmly. "For reasons beyond my ability to fathom, she graces me as Lady Leyawiin."

The Countess smiled slightly and gave me one of those tiny nods. I bowed again. "Milady." She seemed pleasant enough, but I could see what Sanguine meant about her being 'an especially somber soul'. Unlike the Count, she seemed to wear her position quite consciously. Recalling the spell Sanguine had given me, I imagined the Countess naked, and suppressed a smile.

"I need your help, Buffy," the Count continued. "An orc named Mazoga within this very castle claims to be a knight, but will not reveal her business. Find out why she is here, report to me and you will earn a reward suitable for those who serve Leyawiin."

"Yes, Milord." I backed up a few paces, dipped my head to the Count, turned and headed toward the entrance area of the great hall.

"Good luck." While staring at the ominous orc, I had almost forgotten that I was standing near one of the guards. Upon hearing his words, I turned to meet the eyes of the smiling Imperial.

"Thanks." I smiled back. "Does my nervousness show? Any tips?"

The guard allowed a small chuckle and looked down at my boots. "Well. . ." he slowly raised his eyes, evaluating me from foot to head, "she looks two, maybe three times your size. Clearly the tough approach hasn't been working for us, and I don't imagine it's gonna work for you - no offense. You know what I think? Oh, my name's Lucilious by the way. Sergeant Lucilious Marcus. Work with what you got. No one's tried being nice to her."

"Well met. I'm Buffy, and no offense taken." Standing next to Lucilious, I folded my arms across my chest. I then raised one hand to rub my chin as I stared at the orc. "That sounds like wise advice. Well, here goes."

"Are you the Count?" The orc's words, upon my approach, caused me to question her vision - or at least her ability to discern a Count from a Bosmeri bowgirl. Her tone was an odd mixture of hopefulness and irritation. Much more relevant at the moment however, was that she towered above me and was curling her upper lip to emphasize a pair of large yellow tusks.

"N-no. But he sent me?" I winced at my stammering performance. Nice, Buffy. Way to exude confidence.

"The Count sent you? I guess that'll have to do. I'm Sir Mazoga." She then took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, I'm an orc. I was born under a rock and I have no parents, so I don't need a family name." Her rote recital made it clear this was not the first time she had explained her heritage.

"Well met, Mazoga. I'm Buffy." At least I didn't stammer. In fact, I managed a tentative smile as I added, "I'm an orphan without a family name too."

"I guess you don't know how to talk to a knight, so I'll teach you. Say: Yes, Sir Mazoga."

My smile evaporated. Her response to my attempt at kindness infuriated me. Bristling, I stared up at the orc. The fingers of my right hand twitched slightly as I thought about the Cobra's Dance power that could drop her to the floor and allow me time to back up and open fire with Slayer. My mouth opened to speak, then it closed again. Mind your temper, Buffy.

I looked at the long blade hanging from Mazoga's sword belt. The grip was well worn. Both the pommel and cross guard were of a translucent green material that likely infused the blade hidden within its scabbard. The orcish armor and elven shield were liberally decorated by dents and nicks - undoubtedly the result of many encounters with tooth, arrow and blade. I realized that if I started a fight, the guards would join this orc to quickly cut me down. If I antagonized Mazoga to attack first, I would not survive her opening strike. No, Buffy; don't let your dragon spirit draw your butterfly butt into a fight you can't win. Besides, you have a task here.

Swallowing my anger, I eased my clenched jaw enough to free the words, "Yes, Sir Mazoga."

"All right then, just don't forget." She seemed satisfied for the moment. "I'm a free knight. I don't have a lord. You got a problem with that?" Her lip was starting to curl again.

Despite the visions of armor-piercing arrows dripping with poison that danced in my head, I resigned myself to being a compliant little elf - at least for the moment. "No, Sir Mazoga,"

"I didn't think so," the orc replied. "There's an Argonian in town named Weebam-Na." She then snapped the command: "Get him for me."

If this orc's manner continued, she was well on her way to a date with the back half of the Buffy Doctrine. "Yes, Sir Mazoga." At least I knew where to find Weebam-Na.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

WOO HOO !!! And the two headstrong females finally meet !!! Both are devoted friends to whomever they care for, I see a lifelong friendship ahead - but oh what a rocky start to it !!! Buffy is about to get a lesson in just how stubborn an Orc can be, lol. I love this beginning for the two of them, it promises some banging heads and egos till they compromise. Great Write !!!!!

rather like being charged by a fast moving building.
Something Buffy has had very personal experience with thanks to the Arena.

Buffy reflection about obtaining a letter of introduction before meeting the Count was good. But even better was her musings of what such a letter might contain!

Buffy's conversation with the Count was to the point, as one imagines an encounter between aristocracy and a peasant would be. Our bowgirl did not put a foot wrong, thanks to her ability to keep from smiling even faintly at the thought of the havoc Sanguine's spell might wreak upon the stuffy Countess. I very much enjoyed how much you conveyed without words. How the little mannerisms you portrayed in the Count and Countess told Buffy volumes about their natures, and relationship.

And I see the well-known Mazoga charm has not lost any of its efficacy in your tale! Buffy's anger over the orc's rudeness is quite understandable. Her ability to transcend that however shows wisdom. Not to mention an understanding of Pappy's Rule #10 - Never fight a battle you cannot win.

she was well on her way to a date with the back half of the Buffy Doctrine.
Very well put!


nits:
I saw you describe the hilt of Mazoga's sword as being volcanic glass. It might be better to use the term ebony instead. I know it is described as being volcanic glass in Morrowind, but it is commonly referenced in Oblivion as ebony, and it might confuse readers with IRL volcanic glass. I must admit that was the first thought I leaped to.

'This skinny elf is named Buffy. She doesn't follow directions very well, and abandons her post with some regularity.

You're hired!

Very courtly, very stylish. The count is such a good guy, his wife is such a...vfr%jbvfu8!

I'm eager to see how Buffy handles 'Sir' Mazoga (and the black bow bandits?).

Yes, it is necessary to block quote that whole paragraph. With deceptive simplicity, you build tension, provide description, and tell us about Buffy’s limitations. And you do it with simple, beautiful language.



I remember this moment from the BF 1.0. And I still see it as some of your most “real” description of “casting panic.” Much like soldiers who reportedly kept working the bolt and firing their rifles- without remembering to reload.

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And a satisfying ending to a wonderful chapter. Will savor (and comment upon) Buffy's encounter with Sir Mazoga soon.

“she looked quite capable of snapping wood elves like twigs”
A nice reminder of the difference in scale that a wood elf faces when dealing with an orc!

”I stopped there. The books said let nobles control the conversation.”
A great thought that is so very Buffy.

”Work with what you got.”
Tremendous advice from Lucilious. I like him.

I too enjoyed Buffy’s imaginary letter from Savlian, very much.

I see that gray matter within your head continues to serve you well, Buffy. Don't listen to those naysayers and their "dumb blonde" jokes, they're just jealous. Especially after seeing you in your adventurers leathers, I'd wager.

*Ready for more*

PS: Don't let Foxy read this comment.

EDIT: I must come out of the closet on this, I am a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer... I've seen every episode.

It is very pleasing to me you were able to preserve that delightful innocence of SMG's Buffy (well, for the first five seasons, at least) in this one.