In Episode 67, Buffy finally received an invitation to one of Countess Leyawiin's dinner parties. In the process, she was exposed to the full darkness within Alessia Caro's heart. The bowgirl was quite taken aback, but managed to overcome her potentially violent reaction.

Zalphon- Thanks for the hugs!

Rider- It is so wonderful to have you and Julian back! Thanks for your comment on the Hippocratic Oath. I actually thought of you as we tweaked that scene.

King Coin- Oh, I sure hope you like the dinner party! It's coming right up!

mALX- Thank you! Buffy did pull herself back from thoughts of assassinating the Countess. It seems some of her essential goodness won out over her many dark flaws.

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy made my head spin in that episode! Between killing wispy wills, gathering hair conditioner supplies, hugging Superian, trying to help Janonia with the dishes, hating the Countess, gently healing the Countess, plotting to assassinate the Countess, then feeling sorry for the Countess. . . whew! Buffy so rapidly shifted from one aspect of her character to another here, that writing her was like trying to manage the gearbox of a Lambourghini - or perhaps bring an F-4 aboard the carrier.

The Vyper- Thank you for such an insightful summary and endorsement of what we tried to display. I think one of the reasons Buffy moves quite easily through so many diverse aspects of culture and social strata in Cyrodiil is that her heart is so open and she is readily accepting of anyone - as long as they are kind to her of course.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you! I'm convinced Buffy could have rationalized continuing her plot to kill the Countess. For several reasons, I'm pleased that it seems she will content herself with simply trying to humiliate her.



After the giant doors closed behind me, I stood in the great hall of Castle Leyawiin and smoothed my gown with nervous hands one last time.

Yes, the red one was a good choice - burgundy with gold trim actually. It was cut to reveal accents from the rich green underlining at the sleeves, neckline and skirt. The black dress I had tried on fit rather well but seemed too somber. It had emphasized the sun-kissed tone of my skin; I told Agata I was a wood elf, and not about to give up sun-drying after playing in waterfalls. At any rate, we agreed that the slight color to my skin was not very 'milky noble'. The blue one I had borrowed from Delphine was a beautiful color, but the velvet had somehow been damaged during travel. Agata owned a very similar gown that she let me try on, but it was too long and cut for a woman of more Nordic proportions than I.

As I made my way through the great hall, I realized that I not only owed Delphine a new velvet gown, but also a thank you for commending Agata to me. The Nord had carefully gathered my hair up into a stick twist, assuring me that it looked elegant and showed off my neck. I had taken a bit of convincing to be comfortable since the arrangement so prominently displayed my big ears. When she told me that the upswept style gave the illusion of more height and maturity, I had agreed to it. I was a very nervous elf, but Agata told me as I left the guild that I was beautiful. Her words, plus the flattering reaction of the guards and castle visitors I had just passed, made me feel a bit more confident.

I was pleased to note a young Breton in common clothes hovering near the door to the dining room. His notepad and quill, along with numerous parchments protruding from his pockets clearly marked him as a reporter for the Black Horse Courier. My quiet suggestion to Weebam-Na, had obviously born fruit. The Argonian thief had connections, was discreet and quick to support anything that might embarrass Alessia Caro. I wanted the evening's events to be well-publicized.

I took a deep breath and approached the guarded entrance to the dining area.

"Good evening, Milady." The Imperial, in the uniform of a Leyawiin guard, recognized me of course and he quickly opened the door for me. After entering the room I paused while he formally announced, "Dame Buffy, Knight Errant of the White Stallion."

Lady Leyawiin was not yet present. Both women seated at the table smiled pleasantly my way. The two men rose to their feet and bowed. I curtseyed, then approached the table to meet the guests.

Britta and Jaras Invel were an Imperial couple from the big city. Vlarimil Orius (another Imperial) was visiting from Chorrol and somewhat vague about his background. Finally, Termanwe was a friendly Altmer in a black and gold dress. I was pleased now that I had not worn my black dress. We engaged in small talk, all charming enough.

The door from the great hall opened again and the same guard that announced me loudly proclaimed, "Her Ladyship Alessia Caro, Countess of Leyawiin."

Those not already on their feet rose, as the Countess breezed into the room. She claimed the chair at the head of the table and motioned for her guests to be seated. Janonia and Januarius quickly brought soup, followed by roasted boar, grilled slaughterfish garnished with herbs, and a table full of savory trimmings. As the evening progressed, it became clear that the nobles all knew each other and that I was something of an oddity.

The Countess informed her guests, "Buffy is our very own knight and, I am given to understand, quite the adventuress." She then looked at me. "Please, dear, do tell us about one of your adventures."

The other diners joined her in encouraging me as I relayed the story of Malcath's Shrine. ". . . well those huge ogres didn’t waste any time putting Lord Drad to work on his own farm! Because I had rescued them, they were perfectly friendly to me. I just assumed then, that all ogres were friendly. Well, you can imagine my surprise the next time I saw one in the forest and tried to say 'hi'!"

Everyone seemed to enjoy my story as wine, laughter and encouragement flowed freely. I, of course, was just pretending to drink from the silver goblet. ". . . so finally, I made my way back to Malacath to report my success. As a reward, he gave me a war hammer that was bigger than I. Well I couldn't lift it of course, so I left it at the shrine in the care of a kind and mighty orc."

Fortunately, Vlarimil rescued me from having to tell more stories by relaying some of the news from Chorrol. ". . . and do you know, the guards never did solve the mystery of who murdered that mage named Earana? Shot dead by a single arrow while standing near the Great Oak, she was. And with a guard not ten paces away. Simply disgraceful! But by Stendarr, can you imagine the archery skill required to pull off such a feat?"

Indeed I could. While the guests focused on the words of Vlarimil, I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.

Alessia Caro gestured toward the kitchen. "Yes, dear. Go see Janonia. She'll fix you right up."

"Thank you, Milady." I left the table and stepped through the kitchen doorway. Once out of sight, I paused, as second thoughts about Sanguine's spell crept into my head.

I remembered how the Countess had spat the word 'Khajiit' when talking about Tsavi. I was torn between anger and pity. How could she not love the way Khajiit told you what they were thinking merely by the way they held or moved their ears? Did she not see that the most beautifully expressive eyes and voices in Cryodiil belonged to Argonians? How could she not be awestuck by the straightforward power and nobility of a mighty orc warrior?

My doubts dissipated.

I lifted my hand. Illusion magic traveled up my arm and escaped into a small emerald burst over my head as I opened my fist. A brief but total chameleon effect engulfed me and would preserve my secrecy, even while spellcasting. Stepping back into the open doorway, I pointed my unseen hand at Alessia Caro as I called forth and released Sanguine's Stark Reality.

The chameleon effect did indeed prevent my detection as the Countess and her guests were stripped of their clothes. Pandemonium broke out as they began to run around the room, confused. The door from the great hall flew open as several mail-clad guards poured into the dining room. I was thankful to see that Stark Reality's effect had not ranged beyond the dining and cooking areas. I quietly stepped away from the doorway and back into the kitchen.

Within a few moments, my hands reappeared, as did my arms, legs and everything else that had been previously covered by my gown.

As I went to rejoin the guests, one of the guards brushed past me, trying to avert his eyes from my nakedness and saying with a red face, "I'm so sorry, Dame Buffy. We have no idea how this happened. Don't worry though. We'll catch the perverted scoundrel!"

Returning to my place at the table, I sat down, smiled and took my first sip of wine for the evening. The seat of the chair was cold against my bare skin. Perhaps it was my Bosmeri nature, but I didn't mind the lack of clothing nearly as much as these nobles seemed to. I watched as the Countess made her way to leave the dining room. Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.

I was pleased to see the Black Horse Courier reporter had slipped into the room behind the guards and had been feverishly taking notes. He now ran along after the Countess, asking her silly questions. Eventually, the other red-faced guests scurried off as well, leaving me alone in the dining room.

I savored another sip of wine. There were advantages that accrued from my habit of being courteous to soldiers, and I had gotten to know most of those assigned to the castle. Sure enough, one of them stopped as he passed through the dining room. While awkwardly trying not to stare, he removed and kindly donated his surcoat to what he no doubt perceived to be a damsel in need. I liked chivalry.

My bow, quiver and entire pack were safely waiting for me at the guild. After a quick stop there to don buckskins, I would gather Superian from the stables and we would return to the 'Black Mare' Lodge.

If I never saw my beautiful gown or costume jewelry again, it would be worth the price of this beautiful meal and fine entertainment. I would perhaps get back to Sanguine, but in my own time - if at all. I cared not for any trinket he might offer, and was not surprised that the Daedric Prince of debauchery had taught me nothing of slaying Daedra.

As I refilled my goblet, I reflected that I was quite unsure whether my efforts to strip Alessia Caro of her blindness would bear fruit. Nevertheless, I had to admit that I had quite enjoyed my first dinner party.

* From Buffy's scrapbook:
Screenshot1 Screenshot2

And lastly, a wonderful piece of artwork created by one of Buffy's friends named AyumiFan: Excellent Wine

And the countess gets it! To quote a somewhat annoying Dunmer from Cheydinhal: "Huzzah!"

The red and green gown Buffy settled on was a good choice. Too bad the blue one was damaged. It would have been good too.

I was pleased to note a young Breton in common clothes hovering near the door to the dining room. His notepad and quill, along with numerous parchments protruding from his pockets clearly marked him as a reporter for the Black Horse Courier.
Yes! That event definitely needed to be recorded.

I just assumed then, that all ogres were friendly. Well, you can imagine my surprise the next time I saw one in the forest and tried to say 'hi'!
The perfect story to tell. It ends on a funny note while showcasing Buffy's open mindedness in perceiving other races. Hopefully, the other dinner guests noticed and appreciated the contrast between the racial views of a certain Knight Errant Bowgirl and the countess.

While the guests focused on the words of Vlarimil, I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.
Buffy certainly found the perfect way to get the countess to excuse her.

How could she not love the way Khajiit told you what they were thinking merely by the way they held or moved their ears? Did she not see that the most beautifully expressive eyes and voices in Cryodiil belonged to Argonians? How could she not be awestuck by the straightforward power and nobility of a mighty orc warrior?
A wonderful description of what the countess is missing.

A brief but total chameleon effect engulfed me and would preserve my secrecy, even while spellcasting.
Haha, brief total chameleon spells are so handy sometimes.

I watched as the Countess made her way to leave the dining room. Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.
What can I say but

I was pleased to see the Black Horse Courier reporter had slipped into the room behind the guards and had been feverishly taking notes. He now ran along after the Countess, asking her silly questions.
Oh, I can just imagine some of the questions:
Is this normal at milady's gatherings?
Did milady perhaps put a bit too much skooma in the wine?

As I refilled my goblet, I reflected that I was quite unsure whether my efforts to strip Alessia Caro of her blindness would bear fruit.
Unfortunately, she'll probably find some way to blame it on the Khajiit or Argonians (or both).

Perhaps like trying to land an F-4 on the pitching deck of a carrier - at night - in the middle of an F5 squall?

I really really enjoyed this rewrite of Sanguine's quest. I've never played this so well as she does, or so cunningly. What I've done is buy the Leyawiin house from the Count, stash my favorite clothes there, arm myself with a chameleon spell, then cast Stark Reality, cast the chameleon spell, and waltz out of there to my new house!

I really enjoyed the screenie of Buffy at the table in her birthday suit! It made me laugh out loud because it reminded me of that scene from Beowulf where our hero, stark naked, is waiting for Grendel to show up, and he was never really fully exposed due to strategic placements of limbs, tableware, fat candles, etc. The movie I speak of is the recent CG version with Angelica Jolie as Grendel's mother and Anthony Hopkins as the old King Hrothgar.

I also enjoyed how Buffy chose her Malacath Shrine quest to regale the guests - it is one of her funnier quests! And yes, I believe it was a cunning, calculated choice on her part. She is constantly proving the rule by being the exception (dumb blonde - riiight). How ironic that one of the other guests would then relate one of Buffy's own adventures, the assassination of Earana!

I was a wood elf, and not about to give up sun-drying after playing in waterfalls.
Now that is our Buffy!

and cut for a woman of more Nordic proportions than I


You captured a young woman's natural jitters at appearing for a formal occasion quite well. Especially one who is not used to gowns and keeping such upper class company. "Do I look ok? Do I look ok? Do I look ok?"

as the Countess breezed into the room.
This is a wonderful description, and is exactly what one would expect from a Countess.

I see the Countess serves an excellent table. Pray tell, did the grilled slaughterfish come from Weye? I hear a Nord there caught a ton of them recently.

but I didn't mind the lack of clothing nearly as much as these nobles seemed to
Of course not! As well all know, Buffy has liked be 'in the buff' since childhood. And we all know what just one sight of a waterfall does to her!

The pictures are fantastic! Especially the second one from Buffy's scrapbook That is certainly a well placed bottle and pitcher!

Buffy has learned something from Sanguine's quest though. Several somethings in fact. She has learned how to deal with nobility, in spite of how much the conceit of the nobles in question may grate upon her. She has also learned the fine art of infiltrating an enemy stronghold in order to perform a delicate commando mission, all without the slightest bit of violence (not counting Sanguine's spell of course). I suspect that the first lesson will come in handy in the future, if not the second.

So far Buffy seems to have gotten away with her little prank, but will the countess add wood elves to her list of hated races?

...and Mayhem was had. Boy was that a great chapter! It's always nice to see bigots get their deserved comeuppance. mALX, if you are reading this, you need to get Hasirri down here NOW, this is the story of a lifetime!


To that second screenshot:

*giddily awaits the next edition of the Black Horse Courier*

I managed to unobtrusively slip one of the delicately polished support sticks from my hair. With a gentle shake of my head, an errant lock cascaded free. I managed to catch the Countess' eye as I questioningly held my wayward blond tress.

How very clever!

If I never saw my beautiful gown or costume jewelry again, it would be worth the price of this beautiful meal and fine entertainment.

Don't you worry, my now-very-fittingly-named Bosmer. After this stunt, I'm sure he'll be quite understanding if you want a little remembrance of your deeds.

The color to my skin was not 'milky noble'

Brilliant!

“Well I couldn't lift it of course, so I left it at the shrine in the care of a kind and mighty orc."
I hope Buffy’s words will help her dinner companions see past the tusks, the way they have helped me.

Too few hands seeking to hide too many parts.
I was rolling!

Nevertheless, I had to admit that I had quite enjoyed my first dinner party.
Beautiful!! I envy Buffy’s elegant execution of Sanguine’s task! Who else would sit down and start to sip her wine after she was in the buff, that is so Buffy. I love the gown! I wonder how Sanguine looks in it.

One of my absolute fave chapters, and I love the new screenie so much better than the original - you are a master of setting up for screenies !!! That has to be the most perfect example ever on camera angles and timing !!!

PS - thank you so much for the tips on how to do this quest without getting arrested !!! WOO HOO !!!

During Episode 68, Buffy attended one of Countess Leyawiins's dinner parties as a guest and managed to complete Sanguine's task. By employing a brief but powerful chameleon spell right before casting Stark Reality, and exploiting the fact that she knew the spell would render her as bare as the Countess, she managed to appear as much a victim as the other guests.

The Vyper- Buffy carefully chose the story she told to the nobles. I'm so delighted that what surely breezed right over the head of the Countess was so insightfully captured by your gracious comments. Thank you for that, and your other kind words!

Rider- As you know, Buffy can really fumble when caught by surprise or confronted with something unexpected. Given the time to craft a plan however, she can indeed sometimes achieve 'cunning'. Thank you for your kind words and for highlighting some of the undercurrents.

Heh, the first time I did that quest, it was with a big Redguard ranger. He was detected, resisted arrest, then ran all the way to the White Stallion Lodge, where his big beautiful green roomie quickly came to his aid and gave the poor guard a lethal dose of her gruesome swordsmanship. I'm so proud of Buffy that she figured out a . . . less violent method.

I was glad for the opportunity to mention the death of Earana. Buffy will hear of it again in another couple dozen episodes.

SubRosa- You set several concerns I had with this episode to rest with your soothing comments. Thank you. Although Buffy will still stumble, all that education combined with some exposure to courtly ways is really helping her to wield some influence with her words. Not too bad for a forest creature.

King Coin- Thanks for the comment! Since whoever cast that spell remains a mystery, Buffy hopes to appear as merely another victimized dinner guest. She therefore hopes to stay off the Countess' list!

Thomas Kaira- A request for a Black Horse Courier Special Edition? WooHoo! Coming right up! Thank you. Although I doubt it will bear fruit, Buffy will (in this next episode) try to plant another seed that might influence the Countess' attitudes.

Zalphon- Thank you! To those milky-skinned nobles, I expect our suntanned blonde elf just looks like a dirt farmer who must toil under the sun.

Grits- Thank you for seeing the 'lessons' that helped Buffy select which story to tell. If only the Countess could see past the tusks, tails, scales and fur. To say the end of the story was 'so Buffy' is music to her big pointed ears! On the gown, I was delighted that Buffy chose the 'red velvet outfit' from vanilla Oblivion, rather than a dress from a mod or the Shivering Isles.

mALX- One of your faves! Thank you very much! I'm so tickled that you, and several others above, offered kind words about the screenshots for this episode. Buffy's approach to remaining undetected worked well. As a knight of Leyawiin, she was scared to death about getting arrested for treason against her own court.






Leyawiin - - Countess Alessia Caro held another of her formal dinner parties recently. We have often reported these events as somewhat dull, somber affairs. This one however was revealingly different.

At some point well into the evening, an unknown assailant cast a spell that literally stripped the event of its dreary predictability. In fact, the mischievous magic quite removed every bit of clothing from the lovely Countess and her fellow diners. The guest list included the Invels, well known members of high society from The Imperial City. Other nobles traveled from as far away as the City of the Great Oak to attend. Even one of Leyawiin's own knights, who was a guest at the dinner, fell victim to the spell.

Speculation is rife regarding possible motivation for the assault. Leyawiin is a city well- known for tension between Argonians and Khajiit. Rumors even exist of the Countess' own dislike for the beast races. When asked about a possible connection, a spokesman for the castle flatly denied any such rumors as idle and malicious gossip.

The commander of the Leywiin Guard, Captain Caelia Draconis, has ordered increased patrols, and launched an investigation in the wake of this grave breach of castle security. Given the lack of any evidence to identify the perpetrator, no arrest has yet been made.

Hildara Mothril, the Countess' personal assistant and advisor, made a brief statement confirming that Lady Leyawiin has no dinner parties planned for the near future. The Countess herself was unavailable for comment.


"Captain, give me your report," demanded Marius Caro. "Have you caught the criminal?"

"Not yet, Your Lordship." The Imperial's mail was adorned by the white stallion-emblazened surcoat of a Leyawiin guard. Her dark blond hair was severely drawn back into a tidy bun affixed to the back of her head. A Legion blade, with silver crossguard and pommel hung from her sword belt. "My men have interviewed the entire staff and have yet to turn up any leads. The only unusual person in the castle last night was that reporter. His credentials and noninvolvement have been confirmed."

"Bah! Reporters." The Count snatched up a copy of the Black Horse Courier from the empty throne next to his own and angrily waved it. "No doubt responsible for this!" He then noticed my presence. "I wish I could say good afternoon, Buffy, but this is a dark day indeed. Forgive my manners. Dame Buffy, this is Caelia Draconis, Captain of the Leyawiin Guard."

Captain Draconis and I nodded to each other. The Count then addressed those assembled in his throne room, "I would have a word privately with Dame Buffy. Please excuse us for a moment." The small entourage moved into the great hall, leaving the Count and I alone with a sole bodyguard, who melted discretely just out of earshot.

Marius Caro's face softened somewhat as he gestured toward the vacant throne beside him. "Sit."

My eyes flew open wide. "Milord?"

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."

With a soft jingle of mail, I did as ordered.

"Buffy, I'm sorry for the embarrassment this fiasco caused you last night. I might find naked nobles humorous, but such an assault to the dignity of one of my knights is another matter. As you can see, we are doing everything we can to identify and bring the perpetrator to justice. The Countess and I will, of course, compensate you for the loss of your gown. Alessia is humiliated and refuses to leave our bedchambers. Her guests all left Leyawiin in a huff."

"My condolences to Her Ladyship," I lied sympathetically. "Please do not worry yourself on my account, Milord. I'm a wood elf and quite used to wearing only my skin."

"You flatter me with your gracious response to such an outrage," the Count replied. "I have warned Alessia that her haughtiness would bite her on the bare rear end some day. She is convinced an Argonian or Khajiit is responsible for ruining her party. Although I can't say I would blame them, I do not jump to such conclusions." He lowered his voice and shook his head sadly. "I know full well of Alessia's foul attitudes regarding nearly half my subjects. I was so hoping that once I brought her here from Chorrol, she would grow to appreciate the wonderful residents of my county - all of them."

I gulped as I contemplated the audacity of what I was about to say. Could a knight be imprisoned for having a big mouth? "Milord, if I may be so bold with words for your ears only, are you not the lord of this county?" He raised one eyebrow, but I did not sense anger. Emboldened, I continued, "The Countess is a member of your court. You would not tolerate such attitudes from your other subjects. Teach her the wisdom that is in your own heart regarding these matters, Milord. Love her yes, but lead her as well." I squinted and cringed a little, fearing his response.

The Count rubbed his chin and stared at me but I could not read his face. I nervously wondered if I had overreached. After a moment, he replied, "Knights should be known for courage and wisdom. Your small size belies the large measure of these qualities I see in you. I shall think upon your words." He removed his hand from his chin, formed it into a fist and lowered it firmly to the ornately carved wooden arm of his throne, closing the subject. "Now, what brings you to my throne room today?"

I wrinkled my nose and asked sheepishly, "First, Milord, may I stand? I really do not belong seated at a throne." The Count nodded and I rose. "Your Lordship, I come before you to ask your support for a quest that I undertook long before joining your court. I feel bound to assist the small band of soldiers standing against the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch."

Marius Caro slowly sucked in his breath, clearly surprised. "I've heard of the desperate situation there." With pursed lips, he nodded his head. "Your quest is indeed noble, Buffy, and you have served Leyawiin well. How can I help?"

"I ask your permission to leave Leyawiin, Milord. I am trying to gather assistance from several sources, as well as improve my own ability to fight Daedra. I also ask that you assign Sir Mazoga to my quest. She is a ferocious warrior and willing to take up my cause."

The Count steepled his fingers and thought for a moment. He then separated his hands and clapped them together once. His patiently waiting entourage returned to the throne room. "Captain Draconis," he began, "Dame Buffy has undertaken the task of assisting the beleaguered force defending Kvatch. I have granted her leave to proceed, but would like to provide more direct support. She has suggested assigning Sir Mazoga to her quest. Your thoughts?"

"Milord, thank you for seeking my counsel regarding this worthy endeavor," the Imperial began, "however I do not recommend Sir Mazoga for two reasons. Firstly, County Leyawiin needs at least one of our knights to control remnants of the Black Bow Bandits outside the walls of the city. No one is better matched to that task than Sir Mazoga. Secondly, as effective as the mighty knight is for the independent duty of hunting down and killing bandits, she is not well-suited for assignment to Kvatch. She may be a formidable combatant, but she is not used to the discipline required to function as part of a military unit. The Kvatch commander - I believe his name is Matius - needs a soldier, not an independent fighter."

While still addressing the Count, Captain Draconis looked at me with a professionally measured, but earnest smile. "Dame Buffy's mission would be better served by detailing one of our own Leyawiin soldiers to Kvatch."

After listening carefully, the Count shifted his gaze to me. "Dame Buffy, what say you to the Captain's counsel?"

"I cannot dispute her wisdom, Milord." I winced as I recalled the 'I'm in charge here' lecture I had received at Kvatch, and could certainly envision head-butting between Savlian and Mazoga. I reluctantly continued, "Despite my affection for Sir Mazoga, I must agree. I know Captain Matius. It is indeed disciplined soldiers he needs most."

"So shall it be done," announced the Count. "Captain Draconis, please assign one of your finest to Dame Buffy. It is late now and I have business with the Countess." With that, he rose and departed the throne room.

That was very tactful of Buffy to remind the Count that he's the boss of his own court and it's high time he started acting like it! Much more tactful than Julian's approach to the question of support for Bruma!

On the one hand, I'm a bit envious of Buffy (and you) for thinking up the brilliant idea to drum up support for Matius at Kvatch, but I have to keep reminding myself that the first Gate outside Kvatch is still open, and none of the others have opened yet, while in my fiction, events are proceeding at a somewhat faster pace.

The BHC article is well written and quite suggestive (yes, pun intended)! What a great way to open this segment. By beginning with the BHC, we understand (or we think we do) why the Count was so irritated with it. What a surprise that he was more angry about the imagined insult to his knight's dignity than he was of the same offense directed at his lovely wife.

Oh, yes, Mazoga would surely drive Matius nuts! 'Tis better she stay home and hunt Black Bow Bandits. I quite agree with your version of Caelia Draconis. She's so much nicer than mine!

Oh and I keep forgetting to mention about your siggy screenshot for January. I keep smiling every time I see that tankard of ale in the legionary's fist. I've seen those guys drinking like fishes in the taverns, and wobbling on their feet. Oh, yes, seeing them makes me feel so much safer - not!

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."
Now I really like Count Caro!

He removed his hand from his chin, formed it into a fist and lowered it firmly to the ornately carved wooden arm of his throne, closing the subject.
I love this gesture! It’s as if the Count and Buffy are right in front of me.

"Dame Buffy's mission would be better served by detailing one of our own Leyawiin soldiers to Kvatch."
Yesssssssss!! And with no loss to anyone’s anatomy. We need a jumping up and down emoticon.

Loved the Black Horse Courier article - and how you have portrayed Draconis in this is wonderful !!! Miss Buffy's heart is greater than her ability to foresee the difficulties Mazoga's personality may cause poor Matias, so glad she listened to the wise counsel instead of taking umbrage thinking it was a slight on her friend !!! Great Chapter !!!

hmmm. I actually feel bad about all those times I've killed the count of Leyawiin.

A delightful edition of the BHC! Nicely done with the using a different font for the broadsheet. That makes it easily distinguishable from the rest of the story.

and could certainly envision head-butting between Savlian and Mazoga
Or worse, Mazoga might sweep Savlian off his feet with her beauty and charms! Where would Buffy be then!

There is quite a difference in your portrayal of Leyawiin and HER's, here the count is actually a much more honorable man and doesn't need the dripping craniums of former bandits to see reason It's only his newfound wife and her secret torture rooms who is tearing the city apart with her bigotry. Let's hope that our diamond-in-the-buff managed to give the countess a resounding wake-up call that her racist ways are not appreciated in these parts.

Although, knowing they way these people's minds work, this whole thing might just have been a shot in the dark. Bigots will be bigots, and almost nothing can change that.

Best Buffy leaves now before people start wondering where she really went while everyone was under the impression of her going to get her hair fixed....

Actually it is the Count with the secret torture room. He is the one with the key, not her. If you are in the Thieves Guild, the beggars will tell you that: "I've heard of a hidden torture chamber. They say that Count Marius interrogates Argonian immigrants from Black Marsh." So while she's your garden variety bigot, he is a butcher.

leaving the Count and I alone with a sole bodyguard, who melted discretely just out of earshot.
I love the description of that.

"I'm not promoting you. Just sit."
Brilliant.

She is convinced an Argonian or Khajiit is responsible for ruining her party.
I'm disappointed in the countess, but not surprised. Bigots will be bigots. I wonder how the countess would react to having her life saved by those she detests so much.

Captain Draconis, please assign one of your finest to Dame Buffy.
Hopefully, Sergeant Lucilious Marcus will get those orders he so very much desires to see.

In Episode 69, Buffy requested and received permission from Count Leyawiin to proceed on her quest to help Kvatch. The Count further agreed to assign one of his soldiers to assist in the effort.

All- Clearly we are taking some license with Count Marius Caro. Please allow me share some of our thinking. Timing is everything. In Buffy Fiction, we have portrayed that he has simply not yet been corrupted by the dark attitudes of his powerful new bride.

This is necessary for certain aspects of our story to work. The Count, at this point is a reasonably just, but weak man. He deals honorably with his knights, and supports Buffy's noble cause. He even seems concerned about Alessia's attitudes. There is no reason to suspect racial torture under his castle at this point. If such was the practice, it would almost certainly include corrupt leadership within the castle guard force. Buffy correctly assesses that the captain (Caelia Draconis), and especially the sergeant of the guard (Lucilious Marcos) are honorable and professional soldiers of the Legion who would not support racial torture.

Unfortunately, Buffy's hope that Marius Caro will lead his new bride into the light will not come to pass. Rather, it is the much darker and stronger Alessia who will, over time, lead the Count to racial butchery. That of course would be helped if the two strong leaders of the castle's guard force were no longer present. This very next episode will directly address Lucilious Marcos' future and drop a dark hint about the future of Caelia Draconis. I suppose one could imagine Alessia viewing Caelia as an impediment, and praying to the Night Mother. . . . Regardless, the transformation of Count Leyawiin is not central to our bowgirl's tale.

Rider- Thanks for endorsing Buffy's rather forward effort to 'advise' the Count regarding his wife. Buffy will indeed be trying to garner support for Savlian, but she won't be making the rounds of every city like poor dear Julian. One castle of nobles is plenty for her at this point! I'm glad you liked the BHC article! I considered using the one in the game, but rejected it and started with a clean parchment. Buffy is quite torn by the decision to send a soldier instead of her friend Mazoga to Kvatch, and very much appreciates your vote of confidence. Oh, and thanks for noting the 'screenie of the month' we have incorporated into our signature.

Grits- As with Rider, I thank you so much for supporting Buffy's reluctant agreement that a soldier would be better than Mazoga. Thanks also for the wonderfully kind words about some of our phrasing.

mALX- High praise indeed from one who has elevated Black Horse Courier articles to a true art form! Thank you also for endorsing the choice to leave Mazoga behind.

King Coin- I fear the Count's decency may become corrupted by his new Countess. Thanks!

SubRosa- Thanks for the BHC endorsement! Mazoga sweeping Savlian off his feet? Oh no. Buffy is worried now. After all as Mazoga says, "Not every woman can look like me." Or perhaps Mazoga would be inspired by a line from the movie 'Top Gun' and say, "Hey, you with the headband! Take that little wood elf to your tent now, or lose her forever!"

Thomas Kaira- Yes, we are taking some license with Count Leyawiin. I fear you are correct in that 'Miss Fixit' will not have any lasting impact on the Count or his Countess. I agree, Buffy needs to leave Leyawiin before too long. Thank you!

The Vyper- Thanks for your kind words! Like you, I don't really hold hope for Alessia Caro. When Buffy healed Alessia, she recalls sensing the darkness of the woman's spirit. Your insight once again is spot on in predicting who Captain Draconis will detail to Kvatch.



"Would you walk with me, Milady?" Captain Caelia Draconis motioned toward the heavy doors at the end of the great hall. "This 'naked nobles' caper has occupied much of my time today. I'm anxious to get out of the castle and make my rounds. I have a city to protect."

I nodded and fell into step with her as we left the throne room. "Can we drop the milady stuff, Captain? I'm a little uncomfortable with it. To be honest, I only became a knight to help my friend Mazoga."

"Very well, Buffy." Tapping herself on the chest, the Imperial then added, "Caelia." She smiled as we walked. "Yes, you are new to this. Although these nobles would never notice, you clearly aren't used to wearing mail."

"You're right, Caelia. This metal armor is just for show. Usually I wear clothes or buckskins." I then took a deep breath and said, "Um, I don't mean to presume as to who you might choose to send to Kvatch, but -"

Caelia held up her hand to interrupt. "Then don't, please. The guard I'm assigning to your quest is Sergeant Lucilious Marcus. He's a twelve year veteran of the Legion and native of Kvatch. Fine man."

I suppressed a squeal of approval. Lucilious was a friend. He had assisted me in knighting Mazoga and I knew his passion for Kvatch. "I'm sure he will be an excellent choice, Caelia." The castle doors were opened for us and we stepped through them.

The Imperial seemed to relax once outdoors. "I didn't mean to sound curt," she said as both of us lit torches against the night, "but I expect Captain Matius could use a strong sergeant as second in command. Besides, Lucilious has been asking for orders to Kvatch ever since that gate appeared."

"I really appreciate the help," I said. "Caelia, do you know of any way to get more soldiers assigned there? Would it do any good if I tried to petition the Elder Council directly?"

The guard captain cocked her head and looked at me. "Are you from a rich, powerful family?" Without waiting for a response, she added, "Are you sleeping with a member of the Council?"

"Well, no on both counts. I just thought-"

"No." She shook her head. "It's unlikely the Council would see you. Even if you somehow managed to get an audience with them, they would likely view your request as meddling." Caelia's face softened as she continued, "Tell you what. I'll send a letter to each of the city guard commanders touting Count Leyawiin's example. Who knows? Some of the other cities may send a soldier or two." She then looked up to the star-filled sky as if putting the subject to rest. "It's nice to be outside that castle in the fresh air. Beautiful night. Reminds me of my home, Applewatch Farm. Are you a country girl like me?"

"I love the forest," I quickly said with a smile. "Oh, I'm from Bravil. I'm not sure if that qualifies as city or country but I like it. The town is full of trees and a small branch of the Niben runs right through it. I have no brothers or sisters, and I lost my parents by the time I was twelve. The people of Bravil became my family."

"I'm sorry about your loss, Buffy. My mother, Perennia, keeps the Draconis clan in touch, even though we're spread out. My siblings, Matthias, Andreas and Sibylla are scattered all over Cyrodiil. Mother is always making lists and trying to send gifts to us."

"I envy you," I said.

"Well, I'd best get to my rounds. I'll cut a set of orders for Lucilious and have him report to you at the White Stallion Lodge on his way to Kvatch. Good luck, Buffy."

The Imperial then turned and headed into the night. I called after her, "Thank you, Caelia."

I made my way along dark streets toward the guild for some goodbyes. I figured after that, Superian and I would then go to the 'Black Mare' Lodge for a day or so before leaving Leyawiin. I hoped Mazoga would understand the need for her to stay behind.

*

"Well?" Agata met me with both hands on her hips and a frown as I entered the lobby of the guild. "I hope you gave Count Marius a piece of your mind. I couldn't believe it when you returned to the guild last night in bare feet wearing only the surcoat of a castle guard! Did they catch the pervert yet?"

"No, and they don't seem to have any leads," I replied.

"I so hope it's not another rogue mage." Agata lifted one hand from her hip and waved a finger at me. "Now, did those nobles at least offer to pay for the loss of your beautiful gown? I still can't imagine how such a thing could happen - and right in the castle dining room!"

"The Count feels terrible," I said. "He apologized and his steward gave me some gold to replace the dress. Despite the scandal, I must admit that it was kind of funny to watch those nobles running around without their silk finery."

The Nord's face creased into a smile. "I'll bet. I'd like to have seen that. I suppose it serves the Countess right for the way she looks down upon the beast folk. Since Alessia arrived in Leyawiin, Dagail has refused to yield to the lady's requests for a replacement court mage. I must say I agree with the wisdom of our guild leader. Tsavi is unhappy there, but she earned the position and it would truly break her dear Khajiiti heart to be replaced. I wish the Count would just take that new bride over his knee and give her a good spanking!"

"Me too." I giggled at the image. "I came by to collect my things that aren't yet at the Lodge, and also to thank you for all your help putting me together for the dinner party - despite how it turned out. I'll be leaving Leyawiin soon."

"It was a pleasure to have you visit our chapter, and I hope you won't be a stranger." The Nord then added, "Oh, Dagail asked that you stop by and see her."

I climbed to the second floor of the guild and found the old Bosmer seated on a bench, reading. "You wanted to see me, Magister?" I said as I stood in front of her.

"Ah, the old one and the young one, still bound together I see. Acadian, are you taking good care of your elf?" She closed her eyes, and after a moment chuckled lightly. "If your quest is to understand her, paladin, you will surely fail. She is not obliged to make sense." Dagail then directed her words to me. "And what of you, child? Do you listen to the wisdom purchased by centuries of experience?"

I couldn't help but smile to be in the presence of someone who understood that I carried the spirit of another within. "I do listen, Dagail, but I wish he could actually speak to me with a real voice instead of just thoughts."

"Voice?" Dagail touched the amulet around her neck. I could see that it was much more delicate than the medallion of her father that I had recovered from Fort Blueblood while pursuing a recommendation for the University.

Mystified, I asked, "What happened to Manduin's medallion?"

Dagail reached into the gold-trimmed folds of her black skirt and produced a familiar and much heavier medallion. I recognized it as the one I had given the Bosmer that she might regain control of her voices. "Agata was going through Kalthar's belongings after his death and found my amulet. I now have both." She held out the medallion. "I would like you to have my father's. You don't need to wear it. Simply having it in your possession should, with time and patience, help Acadian find his voice."

Could it be that the spirit so intertwined with my own could learn to speak? I stared wide-eyed at the object in Dagail's hand. Realizing that my mouth was open, I closed it and tentatively reached toward the medallion.

Dagail nodded and, with a smile, pushed the heavy chain into my hand. I managed to stammer, "T-thank you, Magister." I carefully placed the treasure in my pack, and wondered how much time and patience it would take before I could finally hear the voice of my old paladin.

Oh, there's a chance that our paladin could actually speak to dear Buffy? That would be soooo wonderful! I wonder what he would sound like? Hmmm, let me think . . .

Clint Eastwood?
Tommy Lee Jones (someone I'm particularly fond of)?
James Garner?
Mickey Rooney?
Rod Stewart?
Barry White?

I was torn when I reached the end of this chapter, unsure if you have cut out a part that gave me chills on the original - or if it will come in the next chapter - and don't want to bring it up specifically and ruin the surprise if you've just divided a chapter and it is coming soon. The foreshadowing was a huge part of this segment for me, I hope you are keeping it in.

In spite of my anticipation, Great Write !!!!

Great chapter. I'd love to hear some of the banter between Buffy and her paladin guide.

Yes! Sergeant Lucilious Marcus gets to go help defend his home (or what's left of it). I hope he's prepared for what he'll find when he gets there (although I have no idea how you can prepare yourself to see something like that).

"Are you from a rich, powerful family?" Without waiting for a response, she added, "Are you sleeping with a member of the Council?"
"Well, no on both counts. I just thought-"
Buffy has a lot to learn about politics. Too bad she didn't attend any political courses while she was studying at the AU.

"It's nice to be outside that castle in the fresh air."
I'm starting to think that Caelia might be a bit claustrophobic.

I hoped Mazoga would understand the need for her to stay behind.
At least she'll have plenty of Black Bow bandits to...play with.

"I wish the Count would just take that new bride over his knee and give her a good spanking!"
That would be fun to watch. She definitely needs it.

"She is not obliged to make sense."
Indeed she isn't.

Could it be that the spirit so intertwined with my own could learn to speak?
Buffy, shame. It is not Acadian who needs to learn how to speak but you who needs to learn how to listen.

I carefully placed the treasure in my pack, and wondered how much time and patience it would take before I could finally hear the voice of my old paladin.
Buffy reveals some impatience just by wondering how much time and patience it will take.

Yet another great chapter!

I suppressed a squeal of approval.
This is our Buffy alright!

I wish the Count would just take that new bride over his knee and give her a good spanking!
Hubba hubba, maybe he does!

A very creative use of Dagail's second medallion! It was always strange that you never find it in the game, since Kalthar does admit to stealing it. Will Acadian speak someday? Very neat!

On the subject of the Count's torture chamber, as I recall, it was to interrogate Argonians newly come from Black Marsh. They were believed to be spies, and so were being arrested and put to question to find out what they were plotting. Or at least what the Empire thought they were plotting. The Blackwood Company started out as mercenaries hired by the Empire to retake territory that was lost in Black Marsh. They failed and went rogue. I believe the Empire now fears retaliation, and that is why they suspect Argonian spies in Leyawiin. I wish I could find the book or article it was in. I saw it about a year ago, and just cannot find it now. Unless I am imagining it all.

The lore does not say much about Black Marsh, just that it joined the Empire by treaty, rather than being conquered. The Empire only has outposts on the fringes on the province. The interior is completely Argonian. So the Argonians might indeed be able and willing to launch covert and even overt operations into Leyawiin. We know from the novels that they secede from the Empire at the beginning of the Fourth Age. So it all does hang together, and also explains why Caelia Draconis has a key to the torture chamber as well. She and her Guard would be the ones arresting the Argonians after all. Given the IRL CIA's secret torture bases, I do not find it at all hard to believe the Empire would be doing the same thing, even if they officially have a policy against it (and they probably do, torture was illegal in European nations during the Middle Ages. So no reason to believe it would not also be illegal in the Empire. Of course that did not stop Europeans from torturing and executing untold numbers of so-called heretics and Witches either...)

Of course it is up to you how you want it all to work. I will be the first person to say ignore what's in the game and make up something on your own! The latter usually makes much better storytelling.




James Earl Jones ("Buffy, I am your father!")

I sure do hope no one... shady gets their hands on one of those, it might cause Buffy to break a certain questline, not to mention result in an unfortunate and painful death.



Someone's been baaad, might need to give it to her hard and rough.

Erm...





QFT.



Interesting twist ending here. Leaves me ready for more.



Martin Sheen?

Yay!!!! Luckily I didn’t have to suppress my squeal of approval!


Sam Elliott??

I leave for a few weeks and then...! Anyway, great couple of posts there. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Mazoga remains my favorite character. Underneath her posturing is a good, strong-hearted Orisimer. It's nice to see her come up again, no matter whose story.



Now how did Mazoga know what a proper curtsy was anyway?


At least is was the Leyawiin guild...some of the others wouldn't have been so understanding. And can you imagine Buffy trying to borrow a surcoat from a guard in Cheydinhal?

Nice screenies, too.

Love this story ^^. I've been following the adventures of Buffy for a while though I haven't commented previously though I know I should have. I like it how you take characters from the game into your story and gives them personalities that the game never did. I love the part about Buffy being a member of Leyawiins court and getting soldiers for Kvatch, it make all of it seem so real in a way. And of course you've just gotta love Buffys' personality.

I Buffy! I'm starting a Fan Fiction and I can now monitor your fan fiction step by step, when I started reading the first part I was more motivated to do my own. so i can say you're a influence for me =)

Veronica is adorably cute !!!

During Episode 70, Captain Draconis announced her intention to assign Sergeant Lucilious Marcos to Kvatch. She also said she would write letters to each of her city counterparts suggesting they follow Leyawiin's example. Buffy then made her way to the mages guildhall for some goodbyes. While there, Dagail presented her with Manduin's medallion - an amulet that might help bring the power of voice to Acadian. Buffy's plans were then to gather Superian from the stables and head to the 'Black Mare' Lodge for her last couple days in Leyawiin.

Rider- Yes! Just as Superian's role in 2.0 is bigger, so is Acadian's. Their cumbersome communication has been adequate, but speech will definitely better facilitate the paladin's larger role. We could think of no smoother path to it than via Dagail.

mALX- Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm sure I know the scene that your wonderful memory recalls - a chance encounter with Telaendril. Alas, it was a casualty of Buffy's choice to forego full induction into the Dark Brotherhood. Forgive me? I hope some of the other changes we have in 2.0 will help make up for it.

King Coin- Thank you! And indeed, there will be some banter between Buffy and her paladin.

The Vyper- Thank you for those kind words! Lucilious is a strong sergeant and just the help our tired captain needs up there at Kvatch. It won't take long at all before Acadian utters his first words.

SubRosa- Thank you. Like you, I always wondered about Dagail's original amulet. I thought it was very appropriate that Dagail, as a sister Bosmer with voices in her own head, give the second one to Buffy. Thanks for the wonderful lore/history and info on Argonians coming into Leyawiin from the Black Marsh. I hope our depiction of the Leyawiin court makes sense from Buffy's perspective and story.

Thomas Kaira- Thanks for noting the reference to the Dark Brotherhood and one of their 'contracts'. I don't expect Acadian will ever fully understand Buffy. He does indeed have limitations, doubts and fears as we will see. He understands how to unconditionally accept his elf though, and that is what makes him her paladin.

Grits- I'm so glad you joined Buffy in her joy to learn that Caelia had chosen Lucilious to go to Kvatch! It was fun contrasting Caelia's brusque aloofness against the quite opposite personality of Buffy. Oh my - now that all the voice votes are in, I must confess that James Earl Jones or Sam Elliot would be most flattering; however, Buffy will discover that he sounds like. . . Acadian.

Linara- Thank you! In BF 1.0, Buffy had a simple dress pre-staged in the kitchen for after the party. As we crafted 2.0, she pointed out that such an act would likely lead to very awkward questions during the ensuing investigation. She figured she could just walk home recasting an invisibility spell as necessary. Fortunately, one of the guards came to her aid.

saqin- Thank you for your kind words, and welcome to Buffy's story! I returned the favor and read/commented on your own stories. What a delightful treat they both are! I so hope Buffy and I will continue to earn your readership. I also look forward to reading more of your stories.

Sepht- I'm so pleased that you joined us here and quite appreciate both your lovely comment as well as the fact that we may have had some influence on you to take up the quill. Realizing that Portuguese is your primary language, I am awed by your command of written English. I look forward to learning more of Veronica, her brother Sepht and her mentor, Sir Clyde. And I agree with dear mALX - Veronica is adorably cute!



White magic flashed into Slayer as I raised it to block the slashing blade. Nevertheless, the painful impact jarred me to the core and my backside quickly met on the ground.

"No, Buff!" Mazoga lowered the wooden sword and shook her head as she towered over me outside the 'Black Mare' Lodge.

I glanced at Superian as she quietly grazed near the bank of the Niben. Getting no sympathy from the unconcerned mare, I shifted my gaze up to Mazoga.

The orc continued her lesson. "Maybe you can keep your arm stiff and try to absorb a dagger hit from one of your squishy mages, but if you try that with a real warrior, you'll get your arm broken. That's a neat spell you got for your bow and it works real good, but you need to sweep or deflect incoming blows. Here." The orc reached down with a massive hand, encircled my forearm and effortlessly pulled me to my feet. "Try again." She stepped back and commenced a level slash.

This time, I not only magically reinforced my bow, but I angled it somewhat and was able to deflect the blow up and away. I immediately followed with a weak charm spell into Mazoga's chest to simulate immobilizing her, and nocked an arrow as I backed up. "How's that, 'Zoga?"

"Much better. That's the way to keep your arm flexed. You'll never be able to trade steel with a fighter, but you might be able to survive a hit or two and buy yourself a few seconds to cast one o' them spells. Then you can step back, draw your bow and do what you're good at."

I returned the arrow to my quiver and quipped, "I think you're just beating me up because we're sending Lucilious instead of you to Kvatch." Smiling awkwardly to mask my guilt over the subject, I added, "Are you upset with me about that?"

"Nah," replied Mazoga shaking her head seriously. "I'm glad the Count recognizes that it would take several of his guards to keep down those Black Bow Bandits if he let me go to Kvatch. I'll miss you though. I'm glad you told those friends of yours that ride for the Black Horse Courier to stop by the lodge on their rounds and tell me the news of Kvatch. If they say you need my help, I'll be there. Besides, that Lucilious fellow looks like he can handle a sword pretty good. I'd drag him home with me some night if you weren't sending him to Kvatch."

Giggling at the image and relieved by my friend's words, I chirped back, "Yes, yes I know, at the point of your sword! Have you hurt me enough for the day?" I rubbed my sore rear end that had been bounced to the ground several times. My left arm and shoulder were also aching.

"I think so, Buff." Mazoga set the training blade down on the porch and grabbed her real sword and scabbard. "I've busted the bows of plenty of archers who tried to block with them. I'm glad someone taught you that spell to reinforce both you and your bow with some armor protection. She finished strapping on her sword belt. "Speaking of archers, I'm gonna go get me some black bows. Tag along if you like."

Glancing to the west, I noted the sun already teasing the treetops. I shook my head as I shouldered Slayer. "I need to pack and get ready to ride north early tomorrow. Be careful, 'Zoga." I watched as the orc headed out to patrol for bandits.

After she was out of sight, I went down to the river to wash my face and hands. As I felt a familiar nuzzle and warm breath behind my head, I said sarcastically, "Oh, fine. Where was your support when I was getting the imp chips knocked out of me by 'Zoga? I'm just going to laugh at you the next time some older horse puts you in your place. Let's get you inside the lodge's corral."

*

Seated at the wooden table inside the 'Black Mare' Lodge, I stared at the letter I had quilled.

My brave Savlian,

I hope this finds you and your band of defenders in good health and spirits. My friends who ride black horses and carry the news tell me what they can of Kvatch when I see them. They will also carry letters to me should your demanding duties permit you the time to write.

My trip to Leyawiin was longer than I anticipated, but it did yield some assistance. I'm sure you will find Lucilious to be of great help. I know that, like you, his heart is in Kvatch. Captain Caelia Draconis, the local guard commander here, promised to write letters to all her counterparts in the various cities asking for more support to Kvatch.

Caelia advised me against petitioning the Elder Council directly for aid. I'm sure she is right, and I would probably only bring embarrassment upon you if I attempted such a thing. Besides, I know you have already written several requests to the Legion yourself. I will however, be asking the Council of Mages for assistance and I'm working on some other ideas that might produce help for us.

Please be careful. I miss you and have not forgotten my promise to return.

Buffy

I wanted to say so much, yet the words conveyed so little. If the feelings between us were imagined, this report from Savlian's scout would suffice. If they were real, I hoped he could read my heart between the lines. After folding the parchment, I drizzled some wax from a burning candle to seal it. Gathering the score of crumpled drafts strewn about the floor into a large stone bowl, I set them ablaze with the tip of my finger. As the flames diminished, the glowing, dancing embers reminded me of the burning city of Kvatch, that horrid gate and my brief glimpse of the Deadlands. Scamps and atronachs spewing fire. And even worse - clannfears.

"Acadian, I need your help. How many shrines to Daedric Princes have we visited? I know little more of fighting Daedra than when we started." I sighed. "Are we wasting our time?"

Suddenly, I remembered Manduin's medallion and fished it from my pack. Dagail had said it would help as long as it was near, but I figured grasping it tightly might make it work even better. Full of hope, I said, "Can you try and talk?"

"B. . . butt. . . ."

It was more of a croak than a voice I supposed, but it was a start. "Your first word is 'butt'?" I replied. "Are you trying to tell me something? Has Mazoga been feeding me too much? I assure you my greaves fit just as-"

"B-butterfly." The voice was stronger now. "My butterfly." The last words were clear, deep, faintly Nordic and. . . old.

"Yes!" I squealed. You sound just like I imagined you would. Can you still send me thoughts?"

Yes, Acadian replied silently. With his new voice, he then added, "That has not changed."

Although I wondered if the amulet could help me learn to send thoughts to Acadian, I decided not to worry about the wonders of that confusing possibility until another time. The fact that Acadian could speak to me was exciting enough for now. "Tell me, my paladin. You know my heart. Are we wasting our time with Daedra Lords? Where should we go next? Are you going to put a blue mark on my map?"

"I feel I am failing you, my bowgirl," Acadian said. "You ask for my help, yet I have led you no closer to your goal. I know not which Daedra Lord to visit next, or if our efforts are in vain."

"But you have helped me so very much," I countered. "This expedition to Leyawiin has resulted in the assignment of Lucilious to Kvatch and a promise from Caelia that may result in even more help." I added, "I couldn't have done any of this without you."

"Thank you," he replied. "But what help have we garnered from Daedra Lords?"

"Well, you're right." I heaved another sigh. "It was only Azura that seemed to-" The realization hit me in mid sentence. I could clearly feel that it dawned on the paladin at the same moment. I continued excitedly, "Should we return to Azura and ask for her help?"

"She did touch your fate once before, Child of Dawn," Acadian replied. "Perhaps that is indeed our best course now."

I nodded. "I'm glad we worked this out together. Back to Azura it is, then. I hope she doesn't ask me to slay any more vampires. I-"

"Buff, you should've tagged along." The door to the lodge had suddenly swung open to reveal a smiling Mazoga. "I found a new cave just full of Black Bow Bandits. Well, not exactly full anymore." She chuckled and held up several black bows. "I'll take these to the castle tomorrow. The Count's been real nice about paying me a bounty for each one I bring him. His Countess always seems to leave for 'other urgent matters' just as I show up though. I ain't buying that. I figure the poor thing is just shy and lacks self-confidence. Maybe she wears them green clothes 'cuz she's jealous of my attractive complexion and skin tone." Mazoga shook her head. "But like I told you, not every woman can look like me."

After closing the door behind her, she went on, "So anyway, the bounty money's real good. Even after buying repair hammers, healing potions and supplies, we're getting rich! Not to mention how much gold I can make by selling some of the loot them bandits carry."

"Good for you, 'Zoga." I smiled and watched my friend as sat down, drained a bottle of ale, then began repairing her equipment. She looked happy, and I felt a little better about the decision to leave her in Leyawiin.

As if to read my mind, Mazoga continued between hammer taps, "Yep, this is about the best gig I ever had. A never ending supply of bandits just waiting for a head bashing from a real knight. And getting paid for it by that swell Count!" She then paused her repairs and looked at me. "Besides, I talked to Lucilious and he had friends in Kvatch. I know about friends. Going there means a lot to him."

I got up and walked over to her. "It surely does," I said, placing a hand gently on her broad shoulder.

I am still in the very beginnings of Thread 1 of your story, so I'll not be commenting in this most recent post because I haven't read it. That would be like putting in a DVD and starting to watch the movie at the halfway point. I like to start at the beginning. But I did want to post in order to thank you for helping me get Talendor on track. I would have blundered blindly into disappointment (and poor writing skills) if it weren't for you and Buffy. Thanks again...a ton!

I absolutely enjoyed the training session between 'Zoga and Buffy the first time around. This time is even better!

Oh, writing love letters can be so awkward when you don't know how the other party feels about you! Ugh! You have captured that uncertainty so well.

As for Acadian's voice, I know! I know! Rutger Hauer! Sure, he usually doesn't play the paladin type, but I loved him anyway!

one of your squishy mages
I love this!

when I was getting the imp chips knocked out of me
Oh noes, not the imp chips!

You crafted Buffy's letter well. It has that unique "letter" sound to the sentences. Even before Buffy thought that she wanted to say so much more, that was extremely obvious. Our blond, bravilian, bosmer bowgirl has indeed learned restraint.

Your first word is 'butt'?
This is just perfect!

I figure the poor thing is just shy and lacks self-confidence.
Without a doubt!

A very good episode that weaves Sir Mazoga in and out with (Sir?) Acadian, and shows us how both have grown to become parts of Buffy's life. The last two paragraphs about friends really sums up the entire episode.

And thankfully Acadian does not sound like Sam Jackson, otherwise ever other word would be an F-Bomb!

Nordic, eh? Max von Sydow, perhaps (not very original, but who cares)?

I was expecting something more tall, dark, and brooding, myself. You know what I mean.



What a charming line.

Well, I am glad you've finally found your voice, Acadian. I do hope you find it helpful over time, though I'm sure you will.

Loved the letter, too! And the effort B put into it.

Whole hearted agreement. I really enjoyed that line.

I would hazard a guess that Acadian's voice is like that of the Vocalist of Rammstein! Oh yeah!

Yes, the chance encounter with Telaendril - what a powerful foreshadowing of future events that was - I am sad that it was lost from that scene, but understand entirely. (Gaaaah!).




HINT, HINT !!!



ROFL !!! Female all the way!

I loved this chapter !!! The letter, Acadian speaking, and the girls blooming friendship !!! Awesome Write !!!!

I was in an inn in Skingrad and there was a commotion upstairs. I investigated and the corpse of Talaendrel was in the bedroom. I have no idea what happened, but the suit of light armor I looted was a bonus! I did NOT kill her! I had not even encountered the Dark Brotherhood at that point.

I'm of two minds over the Paladin Voice stuff. Sometimes I think that could spoil the mystery.

I'm glad that Ma.. I mean Sir 'Zoga is okay with the current assignment.

HAHAHAHA EPIC

never imagined Acadian like this though lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6x5btEbrGoc&feature=fvw

Perhaps he has a sinister side we don't know about?

I love the friendship that has grown between Buffy and Sir Mazoga. Her approval of Lucilious speaks volumes, I get the feeling that it is not lightly given.

Gathering the score of crumpled drafts strewn about the floor into a large stone bowl, I set them ablaze with the tip of my finger.
Sigh. Why does it have to be so difficult??

"B. . . butt. . . ."
I am so thrilled that Buffy and her paladin can speak out loud! Though it might give Buffy a Dagail-type reputation if she’s not careful. Buffy the batty blonde Bravilian bowgirl?

Buffy, at level 20 (when you hit it in Morrowind you get this message)...

You'll never be better than you are today. If you are lucky, by superhuman effort, you can avoid slipping backwards for a while. But sooner or later, you're going to lose a step, or drop a beat, or miss a detail -- and you'll be gone forever.

I think you just hit level 20 writer.

In Episode 71, Buffy sparred with Mazoga, wrote a letter to Savlian Matius summarizing some of her progress, and helped Acadian learn to speak to her with a real voice. The bowgirl and her paladin lamented the lack of progress at learning to fight Daedra and pondered the way ahead. Together, they decided their next destination after Leyawiin would be Azura's Shrine to ask for advice.

Rick- Thank you for the comment! I'm delighted you are bringing Talendor to our forum and look forward to his adventures! I hope Buffy and I continue to earn your readership.

Rider- Thank you (and SubRosa and TK) for the kind words on Buffy's letter. You're right. Buffy relies so much on reading facial reactions to her words that it was indeed hard and kind of scary for her to write it. I'm so glad Acadian doesn't sound like Alvin of the Chipmunks!

SubRosa- I love using your term 'imp chips'. Yes, letters are hard! That is why I was so envious at the magnificent job you did when Teresa wrote her letter to Simplicia. Thanks for picking up on Mazoga's full understanding of friendship as she wisely took steps to put Buffy at ease over the decision to leave her in Leyawiin. Just as Buffy tried to put Acadian at ease when he questioned his own ability to help her.

Buffy is now rather well-educated and traveled; as such, we will be transitioning Acadian's role from a deus ex machina guide to a more three dimensional character. That will involve a past and, as you can already see, speech, faults and weaknesses on his part. The fact that the two of them together worked out their next destination instead of Acadian just plopping a blue mark on her map is a step in that direction.

Thomas Kaira- Thanks for your kind words about Buffy's letter. I'm glad her nervousness and effort came through.

King Coin- I'm so glad you enjoyed Acadian's first foray into speech. His intentions were good; it just took him a couple tries and a little misunderstanding on Buffy's part.

ureniashtram- Thanks for the comment about Acadian's voice! Hmm, I must say that Till Lindeman (lead singer for the German band, Rammstein) is not exactly what I had in mind.

mALX- Thanks for understanding about Telaendril. Without Buffy in the DB, it would have run the scene a little off track I fear. I'm glad you caught Buffy's hint (and hope) that Savlian would write back. Yup, leave it to our self-conscious elf to react that way to Acadian's first word - do these greaves make me look fat?

MyCat- Yes, with previous characters, I have sometimes found poor Telaendril dead along the road somewhere. Buffy joins you in being very relieved that Mazoga seems to understand and accept remaining in Leyawiin. We are expanding Acadian's role in 2.0 to the point where his inability to actually speak would have become cumbersome. Dagail was the perfect vessel to help here. I hope that Acadian's expanded role will introduce even more mystery.

Grits- Thank you! I'm glad we took the time to rather carefully develop both Mazoga and Lucilious. They both have lasting roles in Buffy's story. Hee! Batty Buffy does indeed need to be careful who is around when she speaks to Acadian! Hopefully the paladin will exercise the same discretion.

Zalphon- Thank you for your kind confidence in our humble abilities!

All- We now present the final episode of 'The Leyawiin Expedition'.



A heavy mist hung over the Lower Niben, spreading its gray tendrils far inland beyond the banks of the river. Although unseen, the sun was up and I hoped it would soon burn through the morning fog. I was almost done loading Superian for our departure from the 'Black Mare' Lodge, and took a short break to slice up and share a couple apples with her.

Mazoga and I had agreed that a short goodbye was best. I had made no attempt to hide my tears as we hugged earlier that morning. The mighty knight was then off to the castle to collect the bounty for her most recently captured black bows.

After the mare and I finished our snack, I wiped the apple juice from my hunting knife. As I slid it into the sheath strapped to the thigh of my buckskin greaves, I said, "Acadian, can you speak to Superian?"

His response was telepathic rather than verbal. Don't you think you should warn her first, and perhaps give the mare some room? Do you remember the first time you summoned a ghost in front of her?

The paladin was right. Although he was a part of me, and the three of us had traveled together a long time, Superian might not exactly understand. She and I had built up a lot of trust when it came to magic though. I pressed my forehead against her long nose and quietly focused until our spirits touched. Like I did before introducing her to a new spell effect, I alerted her that something was coming. I then backed several paces away. "Acadian, say hello to the fastest horse in Cyrodiil."

"Good morning, Superian." At the sound of the disembodied deep voice, Superian's ears pinned back against her head. She reared, hooves flashing the thick gray air.

"It's okay, girl," I said. As her front legs returned to ground, I continued to speak calmly to the mare while keeping a prudent distance. Once the whites of her eyes were no longer displayed, I said to the paladin, "Try it again, please."

"Your mistress is just full of things that test your trust, is she not?" said Acadian.

Superian snorted and bounced her head as she looked around for the source of the voice.

After a few more such exchanges, she was merely flicking her ears at the words of my paladin. Finally, I stepped closer and hugged her.

After cinching closed Superian's saddlebags, I strapped my bedroll behind the cantle of her saddle and adjusted the mare's girth. "Acadian, I'm so used to your presence that it didn't really occur that your voice would scare Superian. You're very insightful and have always understood my love for her. Did you ride horses when you were. . . well, not traveling inside a wood elf?"

"Something much larger, but the bond between rider and mount was similar."

Before I could ponder Acadian's response, the sound of plodding hooves traveled through the quiet dawn air and drew my attention to the south. Peering into the gray dimness, I could see the light of a torch slowly approaching along the road from Leyawiin. The unmistakable form of an Imperial Legion rider emerged from the mist.

I heard a familiar voice as the soldier reined his bay to a stop next to Superian. "Hail, Milady, are you ready to go?"

"Lucilious! I- I didn't recognize you. I should have known you would not travel as a Leyawiin guard." Superian swung her head toward the gelding, which seemed to tolerate the young mare's nosiness.

Lucilious smiled at my mare as he leaned forward and patted the neck of his calm bay. "All guards are Legion soldiers on loan to the local county lords. As soon as Captain Draconis gave me those orders to Kvatch, I dug up my old Legion armor and requisitioned a horse. This old veteran's name is Raxle."

"Well met, Raxle," I said to the gelding. "This is Superian. She's neither old nor a veteran, and I thank you for patiently enduring her curiosity." I turned one of Superian's stirrups and inserted the toe of my left boot. With a good bounce, I cleared the bedroll and cantle with my right leg and settled into the saddle. We all then set off together, north along the Green Road.

I shared some bread and cheese with Lucilious, and we passed a water bag back and forth as we rode. It felt very safe traveling beside the heavily armored soldier.

After a short stop at Water's Edge where we bought some strawberries, he said, "Dame Buffy, I figure we should make Bravil by nightfall."

"I'm afraid we'll part ways before then," I replied. "I'll be crossing the Niben and heading northeast soon." I didn't add that my destination was Azura's Shrine.

The Imperial looked at me with a question in his eyes. "But, I thought I was to accompany you to Kvatch?"

"Indeed, you'll see me there, but not yet. I have much to do before I can join you." I smiled gently. "Your orders from Captain Draconis, if I'm not mistaken, are to report to Kvatch - not escort a wood elf." I produced a letter from inside my blouse and held it out to Lucilious. "Since you will arrive well before I, would you deliver this to Captain Savlian Matius, please?"

"Aye, Milady. I'll put it with my orders." Lucilious took the wax-sealed piece of folded parchment and carefully placed it into a leather pouch attached to his sword belt.

We continued north for a time, without further words. The hidden sun began to win its battle against the fog, as the latter became thinner and retreated toward the river. Before long, the mist was completely burned away, leaving a beautiful bright morning in its stead.

Shading my eyes against the sun, I looked eastward and could see the Niben starting to widen. "I must leave you now."

Lucilious gazed across the river. "Can Milady's mare swim well?"

We both reined our horses to a stop as I replied, "I know a powerful spell that will allow her to safely cross the river atop its surface."

My words brought the crease of a smile to the Imperial's rugged face. "Well, you said you were a mage - even though you don't look like one. I should have known."

For some reason, the 'you don't look like a mage' comment didn't bother me as it normally would. "Will you remove your helmet for a moment?" He did as I asked. I sidled Superian closer and stood in her stirrups. Pulling the soldier to me, I kissed him on the cheek. "Safe journey to you and Raxle."

"And to you and Superian." Lucilious pulled his helmet on and added, "You wear your title well, Milady." He then clicked twice to the old warhorse and slowly continued north toward Bravil.

I watched until he was out of sight before turning Superian toward the river.

When and how had I gained such power? I began to realize how Savlian must feel being in a position of deciding who lives and dies. It was a responsibility I didn't want. I knew if I had asked Mazoga, she would have ignored the Count and come with me. I asked her to stay in Leyawiin though, and she would probably live. I knew the dangers, yet here I was sending Lucilious to Kvatch, and very possibly his death. What made it worse was that I wasn't even brave enough to go back there myself. . . yet.

So, now Superian has been formally introduced to Acadian. That was a very pleasant exchange.



Because my mind is just full of cliches right now, I'm thinking dragon.



Most likely because female is the dominant gender in the Genus Equus. Geldings in particular are much more complacent than mares, and my own Beauty is constantly pushed around by Princess. Especially when I go for my Sunday trail ride, Princess does not like it at all when Beauty is in front, it messes with her dominance, see?

Beauty always takes it in stride, but not Princess. She is a lot moodier than him, and when she isn't having her way on a ride, she has a tendency to try to buck. Mares are not sunshine and bunnies, and many people make the mistake of underestimating them 'because they're girls'. It's because they're girls you need to be extra watchful of them. The Legion rides geldings for a very good reason.

Hope you find what you're looking for from Azura, B.

Loved Acadian speaking to Superian for the first time! It's like it is for me at times - what am I hearing? Where is it coming from? Being deaf, echolocation just isn't my strong suit!

But the most powerful part for me is this:
Buffy's realization that her choices has effects and consequences even she can not foresee - that's mighty sobering.

I still love the Black Mare Lodge!

I will admit that with Skyrim's announcement, dragon was the mount that first popped into my head too. Rather than one of these.

When and how had I gained such power?
A good question for our bowgirl to ask herself. She has come a long way from that insecure teen batting her eyes at an Imperial City shopkeeper while City-Swimmer robbed him.

An almost totally new chapter! I am inclined to agree with Thomas Kaira - I thought "Dragon" instantly when I read that line. A wonderful gem in the Buffy Fic - Awesome Write !!

Good chapter! Buffy realizes she has some power now!

I think if Acadian had Till's voice he'd have scared Buffy too, not just Superian!

Something 19.2 meters long and almost 19 tonnes?

Buffy seems to have grown up so much in the last few chapters. She's become a leader.

Two more wonderful chapters. And now the Leyawiin expedition is over. At least Buffy has a few more friends.


That's a bit better than "B..Butt.."


Indeed she is. The fact that she didn't bolt is a good show of Superian's trust in Buffy.


I'm curious as to what Acadian named his "mount", what his..erm.."mounted regiment" was called and what Acadian was called while "mounted".


I don't think that's going to go too far, Superian.


Nicely put.


It's been my experience that those who feel that way are often the best suited for it.