I love the way you describe the meeting of two confrontational people as well as Buffy's last thought on the matter (in this episode). We can only hope that some of Buffy's umm...painfully learned restraint will eventually wear off on Mazoga. *crouches in fear* I mean 'Sir Mazoga'. Really, I meant to say that! *the sound of an orc fist knocking teeth out of alignment* Glad I'm related to an Orthodontist.


I'm a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer as well. And I own every episode.

In Episode 60, Buffy met the Count and Countess of Leyawiin and accepted the task to investigate a mysterious orc claiming to be a knight. Although bristling at Sir Mazoga's rude manner, Buffy allowed herself to be intimidated into agreeing to the orc's demands.

And so, Buffy Fiction 2.0 passes the 100,000 word mark. I estimate we are very close to half way complete with her Book 1. I am so very thankful for our many friends and the encouragement you give us.

mALX- Thank you so much for highlighting exactly what we are trying to portray! More head banging, tests of wills and sparks ahead. I would say Buffy clearly lost 'round one'. Let's hope she can do a little better in the coming episodes.

SubRosa- Yup, between Azura's quest and the Arena, Buffy's been scared by orcs aplenty! Thanks for the kind words on how we're portraying Marius and Alessia Caro. And Mazoga - what a delight to write. Our intent is to show the development of the relationship between Buffy and Mazoga by optimizing show vs tell.

Thank you for the observation regarding our description of Mazoga's sword. You and I exchanged a couple PMs that helped me to see that the term 'volcanic glass' can refer to either glass or ebony. Thanks to your help, I was able to easily edit in some clarification to better portray that it was a glass sword carried by Mazoga.

hazmick- Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed what Buffy imagined a letter of introduction from Savlian might look like. I'm relieved that our intent regarding the Count and Countess seems to be coming across. He is indeed quite kind to Buffy (and later to Mazoga as well). Unfortunately, he is also in love with a deeply flawed woman. I'm glad you are looking forward to Buffy + Mazoga, because we will indeed spend some time on that. Mazoga will become a significant and enduring figure in BF.

treydog- Thank you so much for the kind words! Your own amazing skill and generous support of Buffy is a wonderful encouragement to both of us.

Grits- Thank you for the very kind observations! Lucilious Marcos is a pure invention that is not in the game of course, but he is a good man and will be an enduring character in Buffy's story.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you. I too was pleased to see Buffy exercising some discretion. Although we have great respect for Buffy Summers, our bowgirl's name was chosen largely for alliteration: Buffy the blond Bosmeri Bravilian bowgirl. Oh, and it was better than Bambi or Barbie.

The Vyper- Welcome to Buffy's Journal! I know that you are well-familiar with her due to her constant chatter about mystic archers on the other forum. I'm glad you enjoyed the sparks between Buffy and Mazoga. Quite a bit more of that in this next episode as they begin to sort each other out.



"I have no interest in talking to that orc at the castle." Weebam-Na shook his head emphatically. "From what I've heard, this Mazoga sounds like nothing but trouble. Right Bejeen?"

His fellow Argonian thief and mate nodded as she stood quietly in the corner of their small home.

Tilting my head and raising one eyebrow, I shifted to my backup plan. "Have you seen the Eye of Nocturnal, Weebam-Na?"

I caught a glimpse of alarm as it fleetingly traced across the reptilian features of Bejeen's face. Her mate's countenance however, remained impassive and his eyes narrowed as he replied, "What? I think perhaps you should leave. I told you the last time you were here I've never heard of such a thing."

"Well I've seen it," I purred. "In fact," I stepped closer to Weebam-Na, "Nocturnal was quite grateful to have it back - from Tidewater Cave."

The Argonian's orange eyes shot open wide, clearly reflecting the full impact of my words. "She sent you? No!" He reached for his dagger.

I had planned for this reaction and was ready for it. My hand streaked out to touch Weebam-Na. His body went limp and collapsed. By the time he recovered, I was three paces away and looking at him over the tip of an arrow. Bejeen had not made a move, except to raise both hands to her mouth. I shifted my aim to her chest. "Weebam-Na, we're going to talk. Do I need to impale Bejeen to the wall first?"

The Argonian's previously inscrutable face now plainly showed his resignation. He turned and looked into the orange eyes of his mate. "You were right, Bejeen. I should have listened to you. I'm sorry." He then turned to me. "I know Nocturnal sent you to kill us. It was my decision to steal the Eye. Could you spare Bejeen at least?"

With great effort, I ignored Weebam-Na's gallant plea for the life of his lady. "Nocturnal did send me to kill you both," I lied icily. "It seems we find ourselves in a position to help each other, do we not? You accompany me to speak with Mazoga, and I ignore Nocturnal's request?"

"Y-you would do this for us?" Weebam-Na's relief was obvious. He then added quickly, "Yes, let's go speak to this Mazoga of yours."

I lowered my bow, relieved that my bluff had not been called. "Thank you, Weebam-Na. Rest assured I have no love for Nocturnal. Neither you nor Bejeen need fear her now." Having returned the Eye of Nocturnal to the Daedra Lord, I figured she owed me the small deceit I had just used.

*

"You are Weebam-Na?" Without waiting for an answer, Mazoga continued, "Do you know where Fisherman's Rock is?"

The Argonian nodded, apparently to both questions and inquired, "Why?"

"Take me there." Mazoga ignored the question. "Now!"

Having met the letter of my requirement and with no further need to suffer Mazoga, Weebam-Na quickly refused the demand. The orc stormed off to the other end of the great hall.

Weebam-Na turned to me and shrugged. "Good luck with Mazoga. She has terrible manners, but my sniffer tells me she might be worth it."

Mazoga's eyes angrily followed the Argonian as he wasted no time leaving the castle. I decided to let the orc stew a bit. Noticing that Sergeant Lucilious Marcus was on duty again in the great hall, I calmly strolled over to him and smiled. "Hail, Lucilious."

"Afternoon, Buffy." The Imperial nodded pleasantly. "Seems you're still alive. Any progress with our large green friend?"

"Actually, I think yes." Turning to look at the pacing orc, I added, "We'll know more in a few moments." I walked over to Mazoga.

"You there!" Mazoga's manner had not been improved by Weebam-Na's refusal. "Do you know where Fisherman's Rock is?"

"As I told you before, Sir Mazoga, the name is Buffy. Yes, I know the location of Fisherman's Rock."

"Take me there!" After a moment of what appeared to be reflection, she added, "Buffy."

"I will be happy to. Just as soon as you tell me why we're going," I replied trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Mazoga cocked her head and started to curl her lip as she looked down to meet my eyes. We remained locked in a test of wills. After a moment her lip relaxed slightly and she spoke, "We're going to see Mogens Wind-Shifter and his gang. They're holed up at Fisherman's Rock. Talk, do you hear me? No fighting. At least not until I talk to him."

I nodded my understanding. "It's late now, Sir Mazoga. Meet me outside the East Gate at dawn."

Once outside the castle I could see that long shadows, cast by a sun which had dipped below the city walls, had claimed the quiet streets of Leyawiin. Tired feet carried me toward my temporary base at the Mages Guild.

Nocturnal's Shrine had been Acadian's idea. The fact that performing her task had provided both the leverage to coerce Weebam-Na, and the location of Fisherman's Rock was not lost on me. "Thank you, my paladin."

* *

"Did you bring breakfast?" The orc hungrily eyed the mare beneath me. She wasn't joking.

I slid to the ground, and with equal seriousness stepped between Superian and Mazoga. My heart overruled my head as I narrowed my eyes and hissed, "Her name is Superian. If you make a move to harm her, I will kill you."

We were close enough that I could feel the warm fog of the orc's breath as it swirled into the cool morning air around my face. She glared down at me and no doubt saw the glow in my right hand and anger in my eyes. I'm sure I didn’t intimidate her one bit, but neither would I budge when it came to defending my precious mare. Another test of wills.

Mazoga's face softened just slightly and she broke the deadly silence. "Is she your friend?"

My expression also eased some, I'm sure. "Yes, Sir Mazoga. One of my best friends. And I meant what I said if you hurt her." Was that a bit of respect I saw in the orc's eyes?

"I know about friends, Buffy. I won't hurt your horse." As if to make up for her concession, she barked, "Now let's stop wasting time!"

I mounted Superian and evaluated the morning sun reflecting off the nearby stream outside Leyawiin's East Gate. "We should reach Fisherman's Rock by midday." If not for the surly orc, it would have been a beautiful cool morning. We started north along the Yellow Road.

With Mazoga walking closely behind, I felt safe. Complacently so. The nearby roar of a challenge changed that. As the tawny beast emerged from the woods on our right side, fear for Superian once again caused me to act without thinking. I jumped from the mare to position myself between her and the mountain lion. I didn't have time to hit the ground and call forth an illusion spell before the beast leaped.

The unstoppable charge of a lion was met by the unstoppable charge of an orc. The big cat, stunned by Mazoga's shield bash, barely hit the ground before the orc thrust once with her sword. It was over with a decisive quickness.

Mazoga and I stared at each other for a long time. Finally, she cocked her head and asked, "You love your horse that much?"

"I do. When it comes to protecting her, sometimes I. . . well, I just act before I think." Embarrassed, I looked down and stirred the dirt with the toe of my boot. "Had it been just Superian and I, we would have outrun the lion. I guess we're just not accustomed to traveling with someone else." I shrugged and looked up at the orc. "Thanks for your help."

"Lucky horse." Mazoga shook her head. "Let's go."

We continued along the Yellow Road without further words or incident until the sun was directly overhead.

Drawing Superian to a stop, I held up my hand. The hovering yellow ball of sparkles ahead had not seen us. I quietly slipped to the ground and pulled Slayer from my back. "Wait here, Sir Mazoga." I crept forward. As I slid an arrow from my quiver, I heard a sword being drawn and the sound of heavy armor clanking. Mazoga charged past me, blocking my shot.

Armed with Slayer at a distance, wills-o-the-wisp were no threat to me. I had, however, seen them cut down even Legion soldiers at close range. Mazoga could not hope to win with her unenchanted weapon. I ran behind her.

As I feared, the vicious slashes of Mazoga's emerald blade had no effect on the sparkling ball. Just as predictably, the wisp emitted a slender orange beam that was sucking the very life from the orc. Aiming through her upper back, I shouted, "Mazoga, duck!" I thanked Mara to see her instantly kneel, exposing my target. The enchantment that Slayer imparted to my arrow stunned the wisp. "Stay down!" I yelled as I loosed a second arrow. The sparkles collapsed into tiny puddles on the ground, and Azura's Star claimed the creature's energy.

Then it dawned how instinctively I had relied on my bow. I cursed myself for not thinking to use the command creature spell I had crafted for just such occasions. When the situation quickly changed, I had failed to nimbly shift to a better tactic.

I was equally angry at Mazoga for not following my instructions. She stood as I approached. Once again, we stared at each other for a long time. It was my turn to break the silence. "I guess you don't know how to follow instructions from a scout, so I'll teach you: Wait, when I tell you to wait." I lifted an eyebrow sharply. "You got a problem with that?"

Mazoga's flash of indignation faded after only a moment, as she undoubtedly recognized the similarity between my words and her 'Sir Mazoga' lesson of the previous day. She then said awkwardly, "I'm just not used to having someone who will help me, Buffy."

I was struck by the loneliness in her brown eyes. Even though I didn't have any real family, I had plenty of friends who cared about me. And I had Acadian. Who did Mazoga have? "You're welcome, Sir Mazoga, and we're even now." I glanced back along the Yellow Road at Superian, who stood patiently where I had dismounted. Sensing my thoughts, the mare bounced her head, then pranced our direction. Turning back to the orc, I said, "Here, let me heal your wounds. We're getting close to Fisherman's Rock."

Mazoga is learning to do as she's told, good. Now you just have to make sure she can control herself at Fisherman's rock! (Or anywhere that has horses...or mountain lions...or wisps. )

And now we see the full significance of the Nocturnal quest. Buffy's fairy godfather certainly does plan ahead! Buffy shows that she is made of stern stuff as she "convinces" Weebam-Na. You have so firmly established her repertoire, that I knew it would be the Cobra's Dance that Buffy went to. That is good writing on your part, as you have etched her character so firmly in my mind that I know how she will react.

If you make a move to harm her, I will kill you.
Now Mazoga is staring at the back end of the Buffy Doctrine™! An important exchange though, as not only does Mazoga gain some estimation of Buffy, we also see a glimpse into what makes the orc tick.

The unstoppable charge of a lion was met by the unstoppable charge of an orc.
Well put!

And finally an exchange of shared rescues for the women to bond over. We see a bit more of the woman under Mazoga's armor once more. We also see that while Buffy has all the tools she needs to be a first class mystic archer, she still needs the experience to think of the right thing, at the right time.

nits:
We continued along the Yellow Road without further words or incident until the sun was nearly overhead.
I know that you are meaning to show that it is noon, but perhaps saying something like "directly overhead", or "at its highest" might work better? Technically any time the sun is over the horizon, it could be said to be overhead.

I had forgotten about Mazoga wanting to eat Superian, and just sprayed all over my monitor and keyboard when I saw it, ROFL !!! That is one of my fave Buffy moments - and a huge step toward the two of them becoming friends - they both revere good friends.

Oh, I followed Buffy quite a bit over there. (just never commented-not really sure why) I remember reading about Mazoga's (AaaH! I mean Sir Mazoga's) encounter with target practice a Will-O-the-Wisp. I thought it was great then. I still do. I also look forward to



One of my all time favorite Buffy lines.



Orcs and their appetites. They bring a whole new meaning to the phrase "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse", don't they?



Very well described.

I had planned for this reaction and was ready for it. My hand streaked out to touch Weebam-Na. His body went limp and collapsed. By the time he recovered, I was three paces away and looking at him over the tip of an arrow. Bejeen had not made a move, except to raise both hands to her mouth. I shifted my aim to her chest. "Weebam-Na, we're going to talk. Do I need to impale Bejeen to the wall first?"
Buffy at her scariest, when she’s executing a well thought-out plan.

Once outside the castle I could see that long shadows, cast by a sun which had dipped below the city walls, had claimed the quiet streets of Leyawiin.
I love how you put this.

"Did you bring breakfast?" The orc hungrily eyed the mare beneath me. She wasn't joking.
Oh my goodness, the good coffee that was lost when I read that remark.

We were close enough that I could feel the warm fog of the orc's breath as it swirled into the cool morning air around my face.
So vivid, and a nice reminder that when Buffy stands up to Mazoga, she is standing up, and up, and up to her. And also, yuck.

Mazoga charged past me, blocking my shot.
Don’t you hate that! I can’t wait to hear what transpires at Fisherman’s Rock.

In Episode 61, Buffy was able to extort Weebam-Na into talking to Mazoga. The Argonian however, refused to escort the surly orc to a local landmark. Buffy agreed to accept this scouting task. The next morning, Buffy and Mazoga traveled toward Fisherman's Rock - and began to gain some understanding of each other.

hazmick- Thank you. It seems Buffy has stumbled upon the fact that the brusque and socially unskilled Mazoga seems to understand and respect the term 'friend'. How fortuitous for both ladies that it is a term Buffy also well-understands.

SubRosa- I thank everyone's patience as the significance of doing Nocturnal's quest was finally and fully revealed. It was Buffy's love for her mare that gave her the 'stones' to really stand up to Mazoga and not back down this time. Fortunately, the little elf's backbone seemed to impress the mighty orc. As ever, I thank you for your wonderful insight into what we are trying to portray and your encouragement. I made a minor edit to account for your nit - thanks!

mALX- You nailed it again, my friend! Few things can bring out the unyielding deadliness in Buffy like a threat to her horse. Fortunately, she survived the standoff with Mazoga and, as you say, took a huge step on the rocky path toward an enduring friendship.

The Vyper- Buffy will get to the Tournament of Archers in about 20 more episodes - and we promise to finish it this time! Thank you for citing some of the important passages from this last episode. I suppose opposites attract somewhat, for it is a joy to write Buffy + Mazoga!

Grits- Thank you for reinforcing some of what I see in Buffy. She can be scary and elegantly lethal when she can plan and control an encounter. Yet, when surprised or her expected plan changes, she fumbles and flusters to the point that even a rat can embarrass her. As Boderi pointed out, this flaw seems to be part of Buffy's nature, and she works hard to compensate for it. Thank you also for the kind words and encouragement regarding some of our descriptions - I have to really work hard through lots of edits to have any hope of getting all the words where I want them.

All- Over the next few episodes, Buffy is vividly reminded of why she has neither the stomach nor skills to be a melee fighter. Mazoga however, readily and brutally demonstrates her lethality at very close range. To effectively portray the stark contrast between their fighting styles requires a somewhat liberal use of graphic violence. Caution: Bloodwork ahead.



"Remember me?" Mazoga said to the bare-chested Nord. He appeared to be the leader of the foursome gathered near the bonfire at Fisherman's Rock.

"No," he shot back suspiciously.

"I'm Mazoga. You killed my friend, Ra'vindra."

The Nord slowly moved one hand toward his hip. "No idea who yer talkin' about, orc." As his fingers came to rest on the grip of an elven daggar, the weapon responded with a faint glimmer of magic.

I began calmly moving toward a firing position, formulating plans, increasing my distance and offsetting myself from Mazoga. In addition to the Nord that I presumed to be Mogens Wind-Shifter, there was a Dunmeri archer and two Khajiit equipped with an axe and war hammer respectively. I was sure my precautions would not be necessary. After all, even Mazoga wouldn't lead us into a straight-up fight against twice our number.

Would she?

"You're a lying pile of troll dung." Mazoga snarled as the emerald blade of her long sword sang from its scabbard. "You killed Ra'vindra and now I'm going to kill you!"

So much for talking. My heart bounced up to my throat. The Nord drew his dagger.

Cobra's Dance flew from my fingertips quickly enough that it hit Mogens in the chest before Mazoga could get in the way. As the Nord fell helplessly to the ground, Mazoga was frighteningly efficient. She thrust her sword into his bare chest, twisted it viciously, then yanked it free to the sound of escaping air.

The Dunmer's arrow that struck Mazoga's hip caused her to wince with pain. It also condemned the orc's next target. She moved quickly to the nearby archer, forcing the dark elf to switch from her bow to a dagger.

The Khajiit with the war hammer started to circle around behind Mazoga.

My first arrow staggered the other Khajiit - the one with the axe running toward me. I immediately chased the arrow with a spell that caused him to flee in terror and give me a few seconds.

I loosed a second arrow into the other Khajiit, knocking her off balance and interrupting the raised war hammer intended for Mazoga. By chasing this arrow with a fear spell as well, I was able to provide my ally a moment alone with the Dunmer.

Mazoga shield-swept away the dagger of the lunging archer. She then stepped back and, with a quick slash, opened the Dunmer's throat with such ferocity it nearly severed her head. Bright crimson spurts arced from the elf's wound as she fell.

The Khajiit closest to me had recovered from my spell and charged again. My third arrow of the fight caused him to drop his axe and collapse.

Much less than one minute had passed, and three of the gang were now dead. I nocked an arrow, but quickly realized it would not be needed. The remaining Khajiit, with her war hammer raised high, swung downward. Mazoga deftly sidestepped, and the warhead of the hammer thudded harmlessly into the dirt. The momentum of the massive weapon carried the Khajiit to one knee. Hopelessly off balance, overextended and outmatched, the cat woman raised her head to look up at the orc.

Staring at the back of the Khajiit, I knew she did not have time to stand upright, much less raise her heavy weapon from the ground. Although I felt no pity for her, I was glad I couldn't see her face.

The waist-level swing of Mazoga's long sword was a green blur. The forward quarter of the blade hit the side of the Khajiit's head with a sickening crack. I couldn't tell if the noise was caused by cleaving her skull or from snapping her neck. Regardless, she was dead.

It was over.

Silence descended, punctuated only by heavy orcish breathing and crackling from the bonfire. Mazoga and I stared at each other, standing in the middle of this carnage. Her armor was covered by the blood of our foes, her blade dripping the stuff on the ground. Finally, she spoke. "I kept my oath. Mogens Wind-Shifter is dead."

"Sir Mazoga, I led us here and even fought alongside you." My voice had a softness that surprised me after this violent fight. "We've saved each other's lives more than once this day. Isn't it time you told me what this is all about? Who was Ra'vindra?"

"Mogens Wind-Shifter had a gang." Mazoga's voice seemed gentler now as well. "They robbed and killed travelers, but Ra'vindra saw them and told the guards. Mogens got away, but first he killed Ra'vindra. . . my best friend, Ra'vindra." Mazoga paused and looked down at the dead Nord. When she raised her head and met my eyes again, determination had pushed aside the sadness in her voice. "That day I became a knight and swore a knight's oath. I searched a long time, and asked everyone. Then finally I heard he was hiding at Fisherman's Rock. So now you know everything."

My perception of this green monster who dealt death with such skill and brutality was now confused. I didn't quite know how to respond to the passion or nobility of her cause, so I didn't. "Let me heal your wounds, Sir Mazoga." There was an arrow protruding from her hip that had made its way between the plates of her armor. With my hand on the arrow, I carefully allowed destruction magic to travel down its shaft. The arrow disintegrated, leaving a clean wound.

"Be still now," I said quietly. I then placed both hands on the orc and allowed white magic to flow between us. I could sense many old injuries and broken bones, long healed. The pain I felt from her arrow wound was mild, and overshadowed by the ache emanating from her heart. As I allowed the magic to fade, I asked, "Better?"

Mazoga nodded. "You're good at that, Buffy. I thought you were a scout."

"I'm an empathic healer also," I replied.

"Empa-what?" The orc looked confused.

"While at the Arcane University, I discovered that the way I heal is by laying on of hands. It is the same type of healing used by a priestess," I then added with a smile, "or a paladin. I can assess, diagnose and even feel the pain of my patients - things most mages cannot do. It comes with a price however, in that it requires the physical bond of touch."

"You can't just throw a healing spell from a distance?" she asked.

"No." I shook my head. "If you get hurt and I can't get to you, the best I can do is toss you a potion; that's why I carry them. Sir Mazoga, I'd like to stay here and think for a while." Smiling up at the orc, I asked, "Will you meet me in Castle Leyawiin tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be there." Mazoga curled her upper lip, but it was different this time. I believed she was returning my smile. "I won't forget what you did for me today, Buffy. Say, you oughta be a knight yourself."

Mazoga then turned and headed south, back toward Leyawiin. After she disappeared into the trees, I grasped the small pouch containing a lock of Superian's mane. My spirit sought that of my mare. Through her eyes, I could see she still up on the Yellow Road where Mazoga and I had left her - just beyond sight of Fisherman's Rock. Superian and I had learned that when the distance between us was short, the Call of Corsair didn’t require a map or teleportation. She could simply and safely walk to me. "I need you," I whispered.

A few moments later, I could see the mare approaching from the direction of the road. She stopped at the edge of the camp, nervously snorting her disapproval and pawing the dirt with one hoof. Considering the mutilated bodies and blood soaked ground around me, I couldn't blame her.

I began checking the corpses. I saved Mogens' enchanted dagger for Mazoga to use against wills-o-the-wisp.

"Acadian, Mazoga thinks I should become a knight. If I were not standing amidst four corpses, that would be a laughable thought. A knight who must hide behind others or strike from the shadows to survive - how very noble."

The Dunmeri archer that Mazoga had killed wore an unusual cuirass of forest green mail. It was trimmed with dark brown elven plating and leather. Wiping off some of the blood, I could see the quality was exquisite. Battling nausea, I removed it from her almost decapitated body. The cuirass was remarkably light, and I figured the smith in Leyawiin could size it down to fit me. I walked the few paces to the cleansing waters of the Lower Niben. So much blood.

* *

"Such vengeance is a noble deed," Count Marius Caro declared. "Buffy, you were brave and wise to assist Mazoga. I offer you one thousand Septims for your service to Leywiin, but I hope you will decline it."

He held up one hand to prevent my response as he continued, "Instead, I would prefer you consider the following offer: I have created a chivalric Order of the White Stallion. Find and kill the leader of the Black Bow Bandits, the orc named Black Brugo. If you succeed, I will bestow on both you and Mazoga, the title Knight Errant of the White Stallion for your service. Take some time to think on this, and perhaps consult your friend, Mazoga before letting me know your decision."

After I had properly withdrawn from the throne room, I slowly walked toward the main area of the great hall. Knight Errant would be a title accepted throughout Cyrodiil. My head spun from the possibilities. I would be a member of the Court of Leyawiin and even considered a minor noble. Perhaps as a knight, I would have better luck recruiting assistance for Savlian. Oh, and what better way to access one of the Countess' dinner parties? Dame Buffy? My giggle was cut short as I thought of Mazoga and how much it would mean to her to become recognized as a real knight.

I approached the waiting orc and told her of the Count's offer.

"Gods' ghoulies, Buffy! A Knight Errant? That's better than a free knight, right?" After I nodded, she continued, "Real knights! You and me. I know this Black Brugo. He and his henchmen swing by a nearby ruin called Telepe every night around midnight. Gives orcs a bad name. Let's take him out for the Count!"

I love that line !!! It says it all, and is SOOOO Mazoga !!! Another Great Chapter - and the friendship is warming up now! Great Write !!!

Do I suspect that the fearful work of swords is coming next?

As his fingers came to rest on the grip of an elven daggar, the weapon responded with a faint glimmer of magic. This was an excellent description!

Buffy's use of destruction on the arrow to remove it by disintegrating it was especially creative. Much better than snapping it in half and pushing the head all the way through!

Buffy's healing was a good touch as well, with the way she could feel Mazoga's old wounds as well as new, physical and emotional. I see you have really worked on tweaking that since your first ideas back in the BF 1.0. This is a vast improvement. (I did something similar with a character from another fic who was a gifted healer. She could sense injuries in people simply by touching them).

My so much to like in his segment. Next we see Buffy summon Superian to her without actually summoning her. That was also quite good. The lock of Superian's mane makes this work. Likewise, the mare's disomfort at what she found at Fisherman's Rock was well-written. Once again, we see Superian is not a conveyance, but a character.

I think I see a new wardrobe option for Buffy too!

I always knew Buffy was a swell dame. Now it looks like that will soon be true in more ways than one!


nits:
Starring at the back of the Khajiit,
Looks like Mazoga put an extra "r" in staring.

Viscerally brutal fight here, I could almost see the brains and guts flying from the bodies.



She didn't quite cut her head off... she makes a Pez dispenser out of her.



Ah ha! So that's how Buffy was able to react so quickly! No minor detail ever slips our watchful Paladin's eyes, indeed!

The evolution of friendship between our fragile, roguish bowgirl and belligerent, bloodthirsty orc was very well played, too. Two unlikely buddies, of which a bond is born in the fire of conflict.

Great write!

In Episode 62, Mazoga and Buffy encountered and killed the gang of Mogens Wind-Shifter. Buffy then learned why Mazoga had pursued the gang. Impressed, Count Leyawiin offered both ladies a knighthood if they could succeed in killing the leader of the Black Bow Bandits.

mALX- Gods' ghoulies, you're right! Buffy and Mazoga do seem to be gaining a better understanding - even appreciation - of each other, forged under fire. Thank you!

SubRosa- Thank you! Buffy and Acadian may think of themselves as somewhat independent, but the fact that Buffy heals like a paladin is one manifestation that the two spirits are quite intertwined.

I'm so glad that Buffy calling Superian to her worked for you! She now has three different variations of asking her mare to join her:
1. Long range. This is the full Call of Corsair, as taught to Buffy by King Rislav. The lock of mane helps establish a link. Pointing at the map causes a teleport. In game, Buffy simply fast travels to her current location - she doesn'r move, but is joined by the mare.
2. Visual range. She can touch the mare's spirit without assist if she can see Superian. In game, we use a command creature spell for this.
3. Close, but out of sight - as in this previous episode. Using the lock of Superian's mane opens the spiritual link between the two. Buffy then simply asks her mare to walk to her. In game, we use the console command 'moveto player' for this.

Yes, her new forest green/brown elven mail will make an appearance as soon as she gets it cleaned and resized. I have given up trying to limit Buffy's massive wardrobe. The girl is voracious when it comes to clothes and bits of light armor - all with matching foot ware of course.

Thanks for the nit so I could fix it!

Thomas Kaira- Thanks! The last episode showcased the violence involved in Mazoga's style of fighting. This next episode displays a stark contrast by showing Buffy in elegant action from the shadows. In the episode that follows that, we will display both styles and make it clear that Buffy hasn't the stomach for melee combat.

Buffy moving to offset herself from Mazoga to ensure a clear line of fire is typical of what she can do if given a few moments to think and plan. It's when caught fully surprised or her plan goes awry that she really stumbles.



I slid Slayer from my back, nocked an arrow and aimed toward the two distant pink glows. By concentrating, I pulled the area around Telepe clearly into focus. "I see the life sign of one man or mer atop the ruin, hidden by a ledge. That's a good shooting position - it must be an archer up there." I slowly continued my sweep. "There's another bandit by the campsite near the entrance. Based on his robe, I bet he's a hedge wizard. That's it, just the two." I carefully eased tension off the bow.

Mazoga squinted toward the ruin. "You can see lots farther than I can."

"Your eyes are fine," I replied. "I'm using a couple of scouting tricks."

Watching as I poisoned an arrow, she said, "I still can't see them yet. How do you think we should attack?"

"Let's take out the bandit mage by the campfire before moving closer," I said as I fitted the poisoned arrow to Slayer's bowstring. This would be a very long shot. I was pleased to note a lack of both wind and intervening high branches as I applied some tension to the bow. I again pulled the hedge wizard clearly into view. After calculating my offset, I took in a normal breath. Exhaling half, I smoothly and fully drew the bowstring to my cheek as I adjusted my final aim point well above the target and loosed the arrow. The impact was a tiny bit lower on the Breton's chest than I had hoped for, but still knocked him off his stool. He struggled to his knees before succumbing to the poison.

"How'd we do, Buffy?"

"A good kill, Sir Mazoga. I can't get a shot at the archer though. We need to move closer and draw him out. Do you see that large tree ahead?"

Mazoga's eyes followed my extended finger, then she nodded. "Yup."

"I'd like you to move up behind it, please. That hidden archer will probably take notice - in fact I'm counting on it. Use the tree or your shield if necessary to protect yourself." I poisoned another arrow as I added, "Once the bandit stands up to shoot, I'll do the rest."

"Okay, let's go," Mazoga said as she clanked and rattled toward the tree.

Offsetting to her left, I snuck closer as well. I was touched by how much she trusted my judgment, even when it meant drawing fire for me. I hoped I knew what we were doing.

Sure enough, the bandit took note of Mazoga's approach and stood, brandishing a bow. Approaching the large tree that was her destination, the orc stepped deftly behind it right before an arrow darted past her. The archer remained standing, unaware of my presence and waiting for another opportunity to shoot at Mazoga. I loosed an arrow that knocked him from atop the Ayleid ruin to the unseen ground behind. His pink glow quickly extinguished, whether from arrow, poison or the fall.

These two perfectly elegant kills gave me a familiar sensation of exhilaration and control - something I had not felt during my recent white-knuckled bloody fighting alongside Mazoga.

The orc rejoined me, then looked up at the westering sun and said, "We have plenty of time before Black Brugo shows up."

"Why don't you continue on to the bandits' camp and see if that dead wizard has anything useful," I suggested. "I'll circle around behind the ruin and check the body of the other bandit."

After salvaging a few arrows from the dead archer, I joined Mazoga at the small camp in front of Telepe. She watched as I cut my broadhead arrow from the hedge wizard, wiped it down and inspected for any damage. As I slid the arrow into my quiver, I offered, "Perhaps we should rest by the campfire for a bit and prepare for fighting inside this ruin. Did you find anything of interest here?"

Mazoga nodded as she eyed what I assessed to be the hindquarter of a small deer roasting on a spit above the bandits' campfire. She then plopped down by on a nearby wooden stool that groaned its displeasure. "I hope your horse is enjoying her day off at the stables."

Impressed that the sturdy little seat hadn't collapsed under the orc, I smiled. "Superian and I spent some time on the Green Road early this morning getting some exercise, but I don't want her anywhere near this place when Black Brugo shows up tonight."

"Yeah, that makes sense. He'd probably eat her." Mazoga then helped herself to the bandits' roasted venison. After using her tusks to tear off a large bite, she gestured at me with what remained in her hand and added, "Want some?"

I shook my head, then stripped off my boots, blouse and greaves. Placing them inside my pack, I dug around until I found my cat suit. I saw Mazoga staring. "What?" I said, holding up the black cloth outfit with its utility belt. "I want to see if this will better hide me than my normal grays, greens and browns."

Mazoga wasn't looking at the cat suit. "Kinda scrawny, aren't you?"

"Thanks a lot. Just what I need to hear." I frowned as I self-consciously wriggled into the garment. "This suit offers no armor protection, but with you here to defend me, I figure this would be the perfect time to try it inside a dungeon."

"It's ok, Buffy. Not every woman can look like me. Besides, I hear some men like skinny girls."

I cocked my head and stared at Mazoga. Was she that comfortable with who she was? If so, I sure envied her. "I don't really know what men like," I replied as I claimed the other stool by the fire. "Let's talk tactics."

"Now, remember, Sir Mazoga," I began, "I'm your scout. I can move like a shadow, see in the dark and detect life forms. Once inside Telepe, you'll need to follow my signals and, for Mara's sake, wait when I ask you to wait." I added with a cringing smile, "Please?"

She nodded her agreement, and I continued, "You've seen what I can do with my bow, so let's keep the blood off that sword of yours as long as an arrow can safely do the job. I think our best tactic is to try and snipe anyone we find inside. Maybe we can set up an ambush for when Black Brugo shows up later."

"So, what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I'll need you to protect me so I can shoot. I can dish out plenty of damage, but I can't take it. If things start to go wrong, that's when I'll be scrambling to you for protection."

Mazoga replied, "Don't worry, little elf. You can call the shots, and I won't let anyone near you."

The orc and I then worked out numerous hand signals and procedures to work effectively together. I knew she would protect me with muscle and blade inside the Ayleid ruin of Telepe; I hoped that mystic archery and planning would help me to protect her.

As the title said, two elegant kills from the blond, bosmer, bravilian bowgirl. Buffy and Mazoga show excellent planning and teamwork.

She then plopped down by on a nearby wooden stool that groaned its displeasure.
That poor stool!

"It's ok, Buffy. Not every woman can look like me. Besides, I hear some men like skinny girls."
I have heard that too, except for in the chest...

Take care, young one. Finding enjoyment in the deaths of others is a step down a very dark path. You showed mercy to Rufio that one day, please don't give that black-hooded deceiver another reason to materialize at your bedside.



Well, you know what they say... the thinner they are the harder to hit them. If it makes you feel any better, Buffy, in the world we live in, being thin is a definite plus. Just think of the clothes you could wear!

My favorite lines in the whole chapter:




Now we're talking !!! Great Chapter, I love the interactions between the two girls !!!!

I like the way you describe the marksman zoom feature. It just sounds so natural.



I like the way Buffy verbally includes Sir Mazoga in this. It makes Mazoga seem to take part in the strike, even though Buffy took care of it herself.



Wonderful description of teamwork here. It describes a very high level of trust and/or recklessness on Mazoga's part while smoothly progressing through the scene.



As TK said, that just makes her a harder target to hit. As a marksman herself, Buffy should appreciate that.



I think Buffy will be quite safe with Mazoga around.

The mix of first and second person here is very effective.

During Episode 63, Buffy and Mazoga cleared the campsite just outside the Ayleid ruin of Telepe. They then discussed their plans and tactics to enter the ruin, clear it of any foes and lay in wait for the leader of the Black Bow Bandits, Black Brugo.

SubRosa- Thank you! My hope was to contrast the gory frantic mess at Fisherman's Rock with Buffy's more planned and calculated style. Yes, she was astounded by (and of course envious of) how comfortable/confident Mazoga is in her own skin. I hope Buffy doesn't ask me to get her a mod that gives her a pair of big, um. . . tusks like Mazoga has.

Thomas Kaira- Thank you for your concern about the darkness of Buffy's path. She hopes that her doctrine will help keep one foot anchored in light. The exhilaration she experienced came more from her feeling of control and elegant use of her skills (so very lacking at Fisherman's Rock), than the death of these bandits.

Buffy does indeed wrestle with a dark side though; she has been called 'cuddly like a rattlesnake' and 'lethally blond'. When it comes to men or mer - who possess free will - she has painfully learned to expect no quarter from necromancers, bandits, marauders and the like - and she does not offer any. Even her mercy to Rufio was laced with significant cruelty. She has tortured highwaymen who threatened her mare, and necromancers who carved up their victims. She harbors no regrets over her preemptive assassination of the threatening mage, Earana. She has frequently admitted the feeling of exhilaration she gets from the elegant use of her skills. She simply does not kill those whom she considers innocent - that is why she rejected the Dark Brotherhood. Although I believe Buffy is overall a 'good' character, she would never lay claim to that title.

Being scrawny makes her a smaller target! Oh Thomas, Buffy could just kiss you for pointing that out to her! Woohoo! You made her day!

mALX- Thank you! There is indeed a part of the little elf that wants someone to protect her. I'm so glad you are enjoying the growing relationship between Buffy and Mazoga. It seems that Buffy is having some success at exerting a degree of influence over her large friend. Mazoga is learning to listen to her scout, and Buffy is learning to trust in the power and steel of her mighty orc.

The Vyper- Thank you so much for picking up on the fact that even though Buffy did the heavy lifting here, she was very careful to respectfully try and make it seem like Mazoga was truly her partner. In Buffy's eyes, Mazoga is rapidly coming to deserve the great consideration that Buffy lavishes upon those she calls friend.

MyCat- Thank you for quoting this variation of one of our trademark lines -'I hoped I knew what we were doing.' Buffy has used the same line to describe her misgivings to Acadian when she makes a questionable decision for them. Similarly, she has said 'I hope he knows what we're doing' on more than one occasion in response to a decision from Acadian that she questions.



We entered Telepe. Within moments I held up two fingers - one for each of the pink glows I saw. My hand then curled into a fist, signaling Mazoga to wait. I pulled the dark shadows around my cat suit and, with a firm grip on Slayer, cautiously advanced alone.

I crept up the first corridor to my right, which led to a chamber containing the life signs. Allowing a small amount of magical energy to briefly tease its way out to the tips of my fingers, I circled my softly glowing hand as a signal for Mazoga to join me. I was pleasantly surprised how carefully and quietly she moved up, her deadly emerald blade held low in front of her.

Ayleid glow stones in the room ahead gently bathed my target in a blue-white light. She was a dark elf archer. The bare fingers of my right hand slipped into the quiver at my back and sought the slightly shorter length of an arrow that could pierce the elf's mithril cuirass. After applying poison to the arrowhead that was both specially hardened and enchanted, I set the nock to Slayer's bowstring. The archer jerked on impact, as a puff of orange magic helped the slender arrowhead penetrate her armor. As poison darkened her Dunmeri skin, she fell.

The erratic movement of the other glow signaled that my stealth was forfeit. I backed up until bumping into the unyielding comfort of orcish armor. Sliding to the wall, I simply said, "I need you".

As soon as Mazoga rushed past me I followed. The unarmored Dunmer lunged at the orc with his dagger. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't force myself to look away. Mazoga swept the small blade aside with her shield. She then stepped back to optimize her distance and opened the Dunmer's abdomen with a single slash of her long sword. I winced, involuntarily grabbing for my own midsection. As the bandit quickly bled out on the stone floor, an image flashed into my mind of Gladius Maro - a Bravil guard - killing my friend City Swimmer with the same lethal precision.

After confirming there were no more life signs within range, I stowed Slayer and sparked a torch to life.

Mazoga wiped down and sheathed her blade. "How'd we do?"

I looked up at the mighty orc. She was indeed my protector. Perhaps it was being in the middle of so much melee combat recently that disturbed me. I still vividly remembered the carnage at Fisherman's Rock. Mustering an appreciative smile I responded, "Sir Mazoga, you were magnificent. Shall we search these bandits, then check the rest of this place before our host, Black Brugo joins us?"

We discovered that Telepe was very small. After exploring the three chambers and becoming familiar with the Ayleid ruin's simple layout, we returned to the room where we had killed the pair of dark elves. We sat and discussed some of the possibilities for ambushing Black Brugo. Then we waited.

"Buffy, how'd you learn to talk so good? You know lots of fancy words and you string 'em together real nice. You sound like you belong in that castle."

"Why thank you, Sir Mazoga," I replied as I checked the condition and tension of Slayer's bowstring. "While at the Arcane University, I read almost every book in the Mystic Archives. I'm sure that must have helped. I have found use, on occasion, for the ability to control and optimize words to suit my purpose. That is," I added with small giggle, "when my emotions don't get the better of me."

I looked at the pair of nearby corpses and my smile faded. The archer simply had a small hole in her armor from which I had easily recovered my slender-headed arrow. Her companion however, lay in a pool of blood with parts of his intestines protruding from the gaping belly wound. "Sir Mazoga, do you ever get used to the blood? I mean the way you fight is so close and. . . personal. You see the terror in your foes' eyes before they die. If an enemy gets close enough for me to see their face, usually the terror's in my eyes. When things go well for me, my enemies are just faceless targets that fall to an unseen feathered missile from the shadows."

Mazoga scratched behind her ear with a thick finger. After a moment she replied, "It's the only way I know. I can't do what you do any more than you could wield my sword." She accepted the water bag I offered, took a long pull and said, "Thanks," as handed it back to me. She then shook her head and added, "And no, you don't get used to the blood when you live or die by the sword."

The sound of voices quickly brought us both to our feet and weapons to our hands. Scanning the pink glows that had entered Telepe, I silently signaling Mazoga what my magic rings were showing me. The three figures settled into the chamber directly across from us.

We quietly moved into the entrance corridor and headed toward the exit. Once we arrived at the base of the stone steps leading up to only door out of the ruin, I signaled Mazoga to wait.

As I turned to proceed alone back toward the glowing life signs, the orc stopped me by engulfing my upper arm in her hand. She then gently pivoted me around to face her. In the dim light cast by the pink halo surrounding Mazoga, I could see concern on her face and a question in her eyes.

She allowed me to pull her head and shoulders down until I could place my mouth near her ear. I whispered, "Let's try my way. If it doesn't work, I know who to run to."

Clinging to shadows, I crept silently to the threshold of the room containing the three figures. The dim light of a glow stone embedded in the ceiling was augmented by several candles. I could see a Breton woman with a dagger at her hip and cup in her hand. She was arguing loudly with a Redguard whose drink sloshed from a metal tankard. A mace hung from his sword belt. Black Brugo was easy to spot as he used his tusks to snap the glass top off a bottle of ale. The orc had a blade like Mazoga's at his waist and he looked just as deadly.

I didn't want Mazoga in the middle of this, and was thankful that I had a plan to minimize risk to. . . my friend.

Magic flowed into my right hand. I pointed toward Black Brugo and a swirling emerald illusion leaped from my fingertips. Even before the spell struck, I was backing out of the room.

By Mara! Shouts, weapons being drawn, more shouts, steel on steel, cries of pain. The command spell, which had convinced Black Brugo to wield his blade on my behalf, was causing havoc. I quietly continued backing into the entry corridor, then melted into the shadows. The trap was set, and Mazoga now guarded the only escape.

I watched the clashing dance of pink glows on the other side of the wall until there were two. Eventually, only one remained. Black Brugo limped from the room and headed for the exit - and Mazoga.

I selected an arrow as the heavily armored green titans charged each other. Blades crashed into shields. The narrow corridor greatly constrained both orcs' ability to manuever, but also provided me a steady target.

The impact of my armor-piercing arrow in the center of Brugo's back caused his arms and head to involuntarily jerk rearward. Mazoga wasted no time exploiting the opening as she ferociously thrust into his exposed neck. Before I could nock a second arrow, the leader of the Black Bow Bandits was dead.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

I found this story a couple of weeks ago and I have to say that I enjoy reading it very much. Normally when I play Oblivion I don't bother much with making a story for myself because my goal is to make "king coin." After reading this though I decided to actually role play and it has made the game fun and challenging in new ways. Foremost is my character's lack of money because no matter how much I want her to raid every dungeon she goes past, she thinks I am insane and passes safely by.

What can we say, Buffy has a way of showing us exactly what we all are missing if we don't roleplay, and she was a significant factor in my switch to roleplaying, as well.



It seems my charm is not lost... Thanks a lot for making me blush, Buffy.



Verily, these visitations of verbiage are most incomprehensible to our belligerent companion. The edification of our protagonist once again proves its verbosity. Most...

*dull thud*

Oh, dang. I dropped my Thesaurus.



Once again, fantastic imagery, and way to go with such an event bringing back certain unpleasant memories. You have a way of making us believe we are right there, next to Buffy in her many violent tussles, and this helps the story stand out from all the rest. Don't ever change.

A good example of the smooth lethality of a well-working archer/swordswoman combination. It is funny I am reading this now, as yesterday I finished writing the first draft of a TF chapter that also features a very smoothly working missile/melee pair.

I like how you emphasized the emotional differences between Buffy's style of fighting and Mazoga's. Buffy is nice and neat and ladylike about her killing. Mazoga on the other hand, is quite the opposite!

and was thankful that I had a plan to minimize risk to. . . my friend.
And here we see not a shift in Buffy's thinking, but rather an admission of the relationship we have been slowly seeing created for several episodes.

My, Buffy's catsuit is quite, tight!

Delightful writing!!

I was pleasantly surprised how carefully and quietly she moved up, her deadly emerald blade held low in front of her.
Reading this story over at Beth those months ago I really loved the way the chalk and cheese worked together. Buffy & Mazoga are the most delicious pair- only surpassed by Buffy & Savlain Matius, but, of course, that is another story for another time!

Buffy's observations of the hack and slash play style were a pleasure to read. Oblivion really does make it seem very deadly when compared to block and slash. In real life I tend to think that it is very exaggerated, as arrows are a very brutal method of combat. I hate to consider how many horses were impaled by arrows over the history of war. The sounds of screaming horses must have been horrible....

By Mara! Shouts, weapons being drawn, more shouts, steel on steel, cries of pain. The command spell, which had convinced Black Brugo to wield his blade on my behalf, was causing havoc.
That is our Buffy!!

You're welcome! It just stood out so well and shows Buffy's consideration for those she deems friends, or potential friends.


I love the use of hand signals here.


Very creative, using the light of a minor spell to illuminate a hand signal in darkness. A little risky, if an enemy happens to glimpse it, especially if it's another marksman.


Flashbacks, the curse of experiencing unpleasant events. I hate it that she has to go through that. They aren't fun.


A very mature question and even more mature observation on their different styles of combat. Well said, Buffy.


A difficult admission for most warriors, but one worthy of a true knight. Whether Count Caro grant Mazoga Knighthood or not, she does deserve the title.


And there it is! Buffy's admission to herself that she does indeed consider Mazoga a friend.


This is something I always enjoy seeing: The coordination of partners. The coordination of this "odd couple" is exceptional.

The dynamic duo continues to develop - great write, great chapter - but my fave is the screenie! Awesome Buffy in her cat suit !!! WOO HOO !!!

Puh leeze, friend, may we have more cat suited Buffy pics??

In Episode 64, Mazoga and Buffy cleared Telepe of its pair of interior guards. When Black Brugo and two members of his gang later showed up, our heroines were ready. They ambushed, isolated, trapped and killed the leader of the Black Bow Bandits.

This past episode marked the midpoint of Buffy's current miniseries, 'The Leyawiin Expedition'. In fact, it is also quite close to the overall midpoint of her Book 1, 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?'

King Coin- I'm so glad you dropped in and I appreciate you leaving us a comment! It is gratifying that our humble effort has been able to influence and hopefully enhance your game play. Take care of that character of yours, don't let her get hurt!

Thomas Kaira- I got quite the chuckle from your Rugdumphian words and how you string 'em together so good! Despite the discomfort, I'm so glad you could 'feel' Buffy clutch her own midsection as Mazoga opened up her foe. Yes, visualizing and actually walking through the movements (don't laugh) seems to help us. Thanks!

SubRosa- Thank you! Fisherman's Rock was Mazoga on display, with Buffy just scrambling to survive. Clearing the outside of Telepe was pure 'Buffy', with Mazoga simply providing decoy service. It was inside Telepe that I wanted to show the two really working together and, as you so kindly pointed out, contrast the emotional differences in their styles. Mazoga has the stomach and skill to trade metal in the face, while the fragile Buffster excels at planning an ambush and keeping her distance. Although Buffy is no leader, survival dictated that she learn how to 'lead' Mazoga. Buffy is learning that her education and empathy can be quite helpful in tactfully coaxing what she wants from others - usually in a good way (although Weebam-Na and Bejeen might disagree).

Wolf- Thank you for the wonderfully supportive words. The destinies of Buffy and Mazoga will touch at several key points that span well beyond Book 1.

The Vyper- Thank you for those very thoughtful and kind comments! Yes, as SubRosa mentioned, Buffy voiced an admission: Mazoga has gone from flirting with the back half of the Buffy Doctrine to earning the title, friend - and hopefully knight!

mALX- Thank you! I chuckled over you calling our ladies the 'dynamic duo'. I'm so glad you liked Buffy's screenie!

Foxy- Thanks! As requested, here's our other picture of Buffy's cat suit. Oh, also let me point out that Buffy now posts a 'screenie of the month' in our siggy.

Now, Foxy, let's talk uniforms for a moment. The more I travel with Buffy, the more she reveals herself to be a clothes horse with a constantly rotating wardrobe. You and I would think that the prudent adventuress would simply select an effective outfit for dungeon diving and be done with it, right? Nooo. Why? Well, Buffy explains that the life of a hard working bowgirl is challenging - some of her mornings (especially if it’s a Morndas) can be downright manic. I mean she has to get up (usually from a nice dream) so early for work. And then it takes her so long just to figure out what she's gonna wear. . . . She tells me if I listen to this song perhaps I can better understand her.




"Buffy, will you accept this knighthood?"

"I will, Milord," I replied.

The voice of Marius Caro echoed throughout the throne room, "Two days ago, Black Brugo was killed, and justice was served. Today, we designate our newest members to the Court of Leyawiin." Rising to his feet, he commanded, "Guards, bring my sword."

There was a soft jingle of mail and light plate as I knelt somewhat stiffly before the balding Imperial in his black and gold finery. I was still getting used to the armor. Despite Mazoga nearly decapitating its previous owner, the elven mail had cleaned up well. Tun-Zeeus, the smith at The Dividing Line, had done a wonderful job resizing the unusual forest green and dark brown cuirass. He had separated me from enough gold that a light set of simple mail greaves now embraced my hips and legs.

"As Lord of this County, and with full authority of the Elder Council, I hereby dub you Dame Buffy, Knight Errant of the White Stallion." The tip of his sword came briefly to rest on each of my shoulders. "Arise, and be welcome in my court. Here is your Leyawiin shield, and one for Mazoga."

Standing, I accepted the two green shields - each emblazoned with the image of a white stallion. "Thank you, Milord." I then added with an expectant smile, "And Mazoga's dubbing ceremony? She is waiting in the great hall. Shall I ask her to join us?"

Lord Leyawiin looked at Countess Alessia Caro, who wrinkled her nose almost imperceptibly. I was beginning to understand. The Count directed his words to me, "Ah. . . yes. I expect Mazoga might be. . . uncomfortable here in the throne room. Dame Buffy, would you do me the honor of dubbing your friend?"

Despite the Count's gracious attempt to mask the attitude of his Countess, awkwardness laced the air. The soft hiss and gentle crackle of fire from the pair of large metal bowls that flanked the thrones provided the only relief to a room now otherwise cloaked in silence.

So Bosmer were acceptable, but Orsimer were not. I felt betrayed as I struggled to keep tears and rage hidden within. It was Mazoga who killed Black Brugo, not I. She boldly faced her foes head on, and was more of a knight than I could ever hope to become. My anger wasn't fully directed at the Count. I didn't perceive that he really shared the attitude of his Countess, and I had trouble condemning him for likely loving Alessia Caro too much. What several local Khajiit and Argonians had told me about the Countess' dislike for certain races was true enough though. How could she not see the noble beauty of Mazoga? As I tried to compose my thoughts, I considered what Acadian might say.

I met the eyes of the Countess as I finally broke the near silence and responded to Lord Leyawiin, "The mighty and noble Mazoga is my friend." I shifted my gaze to the Count and continued, "I am honored that you would entrust the important task of dubbing her to this humble knight, Milord." I then withdrew from the throne room.

I was heartened to see Sergeant Lucilious Marcus at his post in the great hall. I forced myself to cheer up, with the promise that I would indulge my growing dislike for Alessia Caro later. "Hail, Lucilious."

"Buf- I mean Dame Buffy! Congratulations on your title, as well as solving the mystery of our large green friend. I hear she's also to be knighted." Lucilious lowered his voice and continued, "The Countess objected to Mazoga's knighthood when it was time to sign the papers this morning, but I'm glad the Count decided not to listen to her and sign them anyway. He's a good man. Did I overhear that you're to perform the ceremony?"

"Yes," I replied, "my first official act as a knight. Lucilious, I will need a sword for this. Would you assist me?"

"With pleasure, Milady."

As we approached Mazoga, Lucilious smiled at her. "Dame Buffy has been granted authority to knight you."

"Dame Buffy?" Mazoga looked at me. "Gods' ghoulies! And now you're gonna make me a real knight too?"

"Yes, my friend." As I carefully placed the pair of Leyawiin shields on one of several benches spaced along the walls of the great hall, I added, "What would you like your title to be?"

"Sir Mazoga," she shot back without hesitation.

Confident that few would argue gender considerations with her, I replied, "So be it." I mustered every bit of noble demeanor I could, and raised my voice. "Will you kneel and accept this appointment to the Court of Leyawiin?"

Mazoga obediently knelt before me, bringing her eyes to a level only slightly below my own.

Lucilious drew his long sword. With a fluid motion of his wrist, he caused the weapon to arc and pivot about the silver crossguard until the blade rested in the crook of his left arm. He then placed the hilt upon his open left hand and proffered it to me.

Dazzled by the display, I wrapped both hands around the grip and awkwardly lifted the weapon. Carefully, I touched the flat of the blade to each of Mazoga's broad shoulders as I declared, "With the authority granted by his Lordship, the Count of Leywiin, I designate you a Knight Errant in the Order of the White Stallion. Henceforth, you shall be known throughout Cyrodiil as Sir Mazoga." I returned the heavy sword to its owner, as the knight rose to her full height.

Lucilious stowed the weapon with elegant fanfare, again displaying the veteran's years of intimacy with blades. "Well, I better be getting back to work. Wouldn't do for the Sergeant of the Guard to be shirking his duty." Tipping two fingers to his right eyebrow, he smiled. "Miladies." He then turned and stepped off toward his post.

I had lost track, over the past few days, of how many times Mazoga and I found ourselves silently staring at each other - but here we were once again. Her previously intimidating big yellow tusks were quite endearing now as we both grinned. Without thinking, I hugged my friend. As her arms began to engulf me, I realized the danger and squeaked, "Don't crush me, Sir Mazoga." My fear was unfounded however, as she gently pulled me to her. I felt safe. And oh yes, very small.

After a time, we reluctantly broke our embrace. "Dame Buffy, we're pals, and both real knights now. You can call me Mazoga."

"Mazoga and Buffy it is!" I replied. "I shall still call you Sir Mazoga when others are around - you earned that title." I then issued her one of the Leyawiin shields and her key to the White Stallion Lodge. "There are some things you need to know about being a knight."

We discussed the Count's bounty on black bows and that the primary purpose of the Order was to keep the county free of bandits. I could think of no one better suited to the task than Mazoga.

"Buffy, I'm gonna settle in at our new digs. Maybe then go get me some black bows. Tag along if you like."

"I'll join you later, Mazoga. I have some things to take care of in town first."

After she left the castle, I strolled over to Lucilious at his post. "Thanks. I really wanted that ceremony to be special for Sir Mazoga, and you made it so."

The Imperial graciously nodded. "Something tells me that becoming knights was much more about her than you. Oh, and I think you'll be pleased to hear this. One of the guards told me that while we were dubbing Sir Mazoga, the Count was standing right here by the entrance to the throne room, watching with a smile on his face. No sign of the Countess though. What are you plans now, Milady?"

I wasn't used to the 'milady' or 'dame' stuff, but knew it would be futile to try and dissuade this professional soldier from his protocol. I fiddled with the unfamiliar buckles on my armor as I thought. Trying to clear naked images of Alessia Caro from my head, I wanted to choose my words to Lucilious carefully. His kindness would not prevent him from arresting me if he became aware of my plans. Conspiracy to 'assault' the Countess on behalf of Sanguine was a crime, but one that was becoming more appealing.

Eventually, I responded to Lucilious. "Well, I shall remain here in Leyawiin for a time, trying to understand courtly ways. I'm sure I will also help Sir Mazoga get settled at the Lodge. Eventually though, I must return to Kvatch. I-"

"Kvatch?" Lucilious' eyes ignited as he interrupted me. "That's my home! What news do you have of the Daedra invasion up there? Is Captain Matius holding things together?"

"Kvatch seems heavily damaged," I replied. "We can't really tell though because a fiery Oblivion Gate still blocks the entrance to the city. The survivors that made it out have set up a makeshift camp. We're trying to figure out how to close that gate and retake the city. Savlian is maintaining a barricade defense for now, but his small force grows weary."

I blinked several times and tried to keep my chin from quivering as I continued, "I-I'm trying to get more help, since the Empire seems reluctant to send additional soldiers. Savlian has made the request several times but, with no Emperor, I gather the Legion is overcommitted trying to hold the provinces together. At least that's what a Legion rider named Falcedon Laenius told me. He patrols between Skingrad and Anvil."

Lucilious nodded sadly. "Falcedon spoke the truth. There are skirmishes along the Skyrim border, and several of the provinces are openly threatening rebellion. The Legion is spread thinly all right."

"When I next return to the Arcane University," I said, "I intend to ask the Council of Mages for assistance. I'm also working hard to improve my own fighting skills so I may be of more help myself."

"Here, Milady." Lucilious handed me a small, soft cloth so I could dab the tears threatening to escape my eyes. He then continued passionately, "I came here from mounted patrol duty myself. Usually, assignment to a city guard force is a welcome break from the rigors of normal Legion life. Right now though, I'd give my left- well, I'd give anything for a set of orders to Kvatch." He sighed heavily. "I know I have to go where the Legion sends me. The Count of Leyawiin is a good boss and all, but still. . . I just wish I could help defend my home town."

"Thank you, Lucilious. I have some ideas I'm working on."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

GAAAAAH!!!! Buffy has a CAPE !!! I want details, and I want them NOW !!!! I love it !!!

Wowza! 'Sir' Mazoga and Dame Buffy, protecting the world from bandits. Buffy sure does look the part of a superhero with that fabulous cape! Some brilliant chapters building their friendship and discovering more about the countess. Why, just last week Haa-Rei was taking a stroll through castle Leyawiin and 'borrowed' some very nice books and jewellery from the countess--such a kind woman, especially to beast races.

I'm very eager to see the countess get her comeuppance from Sanguine and Lady Buffy.

I have always thought that Buffy a swell dame, now I see it is official!

I think you started this scene in just the right place. There was no sense in bogging things down with the mundane details of the trek back to the Leyawiin, or the time that obviously went by between the two dame's reports, and the actual ceremony. I bring it up because Grits recently mentioned the question of what to gloss over, and what to spend time writing on. So it is in the front of my mind, so to speak. You give an excellent example here of what matters, and what does not.

He had separated me from enough gold
This is a wonderful phrase! Buffy's new armor makes her look the part of a knight. One might even liken her to a Caped Crusader.

I didn't perceive that he really shared the attitude of his Countess
I wonder how she would feel if she learned that the Count has the key to the secret torture room where Argonian prisoners are worked over? Compared to him, the Countess is a lightweight.

Mazoga obediently knelt before me, bringing her eyes to a level only slightly below my own.
This is such a delightful way to contrasting the comparative size differences between the two chicas.

Some good pieces of plotting with the mention of the fighting in other provinces, and threats of rebellion. Those are things I have to address in the TF, once a little more time has passed there.

Caped Crusader, eh? Google "Garfield Caped Avenger" and see what you get...

So wow! I missed a lot. Just caught up, in time to read about my favorite quest, and Linara's best friend Mazoga. You wrote it out very well, lending a warmth and full quality to the characters that we lose in simple voice acting. Out of the last ten or so chapters, a quote that really stood out



Isn't it the truth! Especially the Arcane University mages... Great writing, and hopefully I'll be a regular commenter again. Also, Buffy's knight armour looks pretty cool.

Hey, clothes are good. I mean, you never know when some handsome young knight might ask you to the ball, or when it might start raining and you need something to keep your skin dry and your hair pretty, or perhaps if a stiff Colovian countess might invite you to a dinner party where a certain Daedric Lord has asked her to get everyone... hey, suddenly clothes don't feel all that important anymore . 'Scuse me, I need to take a cold shower, maybe roll in some snow drifts for a few hours.

Mazoga sure has developed fast, starting as an irate self-proclaimed knight with a chip in her shoulder to an honorable lady, with the appreciation of the Court of Leyawiin and a firm understanding of the simple truth that size doesn't always matter.

Do please try your best to remain unseen at that party, Buffy. It would be most embarassing to have to be dragged to the stockades in your birthday suit.

Buffy Knighted! And her first official act is to Knight her friend. I love the way that played out. It seems both natural and appropriate that Buffy would be the one to Knight Sir Mazoga.

I also liked the conversation with Lucilious. His anguish at not being able to defend his home town very touching. I also liked Buffy's assurance that she is working on a way to get help to Kvatch.

I like Buffy's new armor. Is that going to become a regularly used set, or is it just for ceremonial purposes?

“I forced myself to cheer up, with the promise that I would indulge my growing dislike for Alessia Caro later.”
I will be standing up and cheering when you do.

“I'd give my left- well, I'd give anything for a set of orders to Kvatch."
How did I miss this on my first read? Too funny. I’m glad Lucilious remembered he was talking to Dame Buffy!

I love Buffy’s new armor! I’m sure it’s very protective and all, but more importantly it looks so good with her hair!!

During Episode 65, Buffy and Mazoga were made Knights of the White Stallion, despite the biased misgivings of Countess Leyawiin regarding Mazoga. Buffy also found a sympathetic voice to the plight of Kvatch in Sergeant Lucilious Marcus.

mALX- The caped bowgirl! Thanks. The cape and cuirass both come from a mod by Brash . We use a version that has been modified to fit Buffy's 'body by BAB' that I can provide a link to if requested.

hazmick- Thank you for those kind words. Tell Haa-Rei to be careful in Castle Leyawiin!

SubRosa- Thanks for your endorsement of where we started this episode and what we include and do not. Like you, I confess to not only including 'drive the plot' stuff, but also indulging quite a bit of character-building. You have taught me to linger when it helps say something about either the character, her world or simply something that is important to her.

In BF, it is true that we are portraying the Count not as darkly as the game does (if you dig around deep in the castle). Buffy can only report what she sees, and the Count will actually be quite supportive of both her and Mazoga. He just needs to grow a pair and take that Countess over his knee!

Thank you also for your kindness regarding the phrases you mentioned and our pieces of plotting.

Foxy- Thanks! Caped Avenger.

Linara- Welcome back! It is wonderful to hear from you, and to see that you are continuing with Maya's story. Thanks for the kind words about our characters. Seeing them through Buffy's eyes really seems to help them come alive for us. Yes, 'research' - NPCs in the game freely throw that term around to justify asking you for all kinds of help.

Thomas Kaira-I got Buffy some clothes/armor mods for her to choose from. Silly me. The answer of course was, "I want all of them, you silly paladin."

Thanks also for your endorsement of how Mazoga is developing. As I've said, she will remain an important and valuable friend to Buffy.

Not getting caught casting that spell at the party will be critical. Buffy is a minor noble and member of the Court of Leyawiin. The sergeant of the guard is her friend, and Buffy's nature would not allow her to endanger the man by resisting his lawful arrest of her for 'assaulting' the Countess. Such an act from within his own court could reasonably be seen as treason by the Count. The stakes are very high indeed. Yet, given the time to work out a detailed plan, our bowgirl can be quite cunning.

The Vyper- Thank you! Despite Buffy's disappointment that Mazoga was not dubbed in the throne room by the Count, she was certainly thrilled to knight Mazoga!

I'm so glad that you enjoyed Lucilious; he will be a permanent character in BF and play an important role.

As I was telling Thomas, Buffy is an insatiable clothes horse. I never know what she's going to wear and I'm afraid I've spoiled her with entirely too many choices. I think she will find that even lightweight plate/mail armor will not replace her preference for buckskin, cloth and leather; that is, her elven cuirass and mail greaves will probably be more for ceremonial purposes.

Grits- Thank you! I'm glad to see you won't mind if Buffy tries to strip the Countess of some of her pretensions. Thanks for mentioning Lucilious' left, well, you know; I'm glad that didn't slip by you. And you think Buffy's armor looks good with her hair! She is delighted at such support from a fellow blonde - we have to stick together, else we get overrun by the redheads here!



"Mazoga, it's beautiful!" The small leather-bound book had the word 'Buffy' emblazoned on the outside of its front cover. Inside, the pages were blank. "How'd you know?"

"I noticed you like to write in that little book of yours," the orc replied. "I figured someday you might need a new one, so I asked Bugag gro-Bol at Southern Books if he had any without words. It only took him an hour to put your name on the front."

I threw my arms around the orc. My journal was barely approaching half full, but I knew it would fill up someday and I would then be proud to use Mazoga's. I breathed up toward her ear, "It's perfect." Breaking away, I then ran outside the White Stallion Lodge. After a quick dip into Superian's saddlebags, I burst back through the wooden door with a grin. Offering the hilt of an elven dagger to Mazoga, I chirped, "For you."

As Mazoga took the small blade, a soft red glow rippled from pommel to tip. "It's magic!" she exclaimed.

"Yes. Mogens Wind-Shifter doesn't need it anymore, thanks to you." I continued explaining, "It does quite a bit of shock damage, and is very light to carry as a backup weapon. More importantly, it will hurt creatures immune to regular weapons, like wills-o-the-wisp. Remember how your sword couldn't hurt them? Oh, and look at the blade; I had Tun-Zeeus at The Dividing Line engrave it."

Mazoga studied the weapon and read aloud, "Sir Mazoga." She then looked at me. I thought, for a moment, she might cry. By Mara, I thought I might cry too. Finally, she said, "I used to have a silver dagger for that, but I broke it. This is beautiful, and just what I need. It's little, full of magic and dangerous - just like you."

After giggling at her observation, I continued explaining, "It's fully charged now, and I spoke with Agata at the Mages Guild. When the blade runs low on magical power, you can just take it to her and she'll fix it right up." I handed Mazoga several small gray stones. "Do you know how to use soul gems?"

"Nope," replied the orc. "I've seen 'em before though. Some kinda magic I guess?"

I nodded. "These are filled - you can tell from the slight glow. Carry some of them with you and you can buy more at the guild when you need them. Sometimes you can even find them in dungeons. They can be used to help recharge your dagger's magic in the field. Just place a filled soul gem against the blade if it needs charging, and magic will flow into the weapon, destroying the stone in the process."

As Mazoga placed the gems and dagger next to her sword belt on a nearby chest, she said, "Gods' ghoulies, every time I kill something with this, I'll think of you."

"Um, thanks." Suddenly, I felt hungry as I remembered the meat roasting on a spit above our outdoor cooking fire. "Let's go check our dinner."

Shortly, our table was adorned with a feast of roasted venison, potatoes, corn, leeks and carrots. Steam rose from a bowl of herb gravy laced with bits of mushroom and onion. Fresh sprigs of lavender filled the stone vase that served as our centerpiece, while a loaf of bread, wheel of cheese and bottle of Tamika's completed our table.

Mazoga and I had spent much of the day cleaning and arranging things. It felt nice to finally sit down. I loved the woodsy feel, and felt very much at home in this wonderful lodge that had obviously been made for hunters.

I quickly learned that when one's dining companion was equipped with tusks, sharing a meal was not a dainty affair. "What's our next quest, Buffy?" Mazoga asked between noisy mouthfuls.

"I'm afraid we must soon diverge paths," I said, refilling our cups with wine. "I have several tasks ahead, but they all lead me to Kvatch."

Mazoga stopped chewing, which quieted the room quite a bit. "Kvatch? The town cursed by an Oblvion Gate? The one they say is on fire and overrun by Daedra? That Kvatch?"

I nodded. "There's a small force of soldiers valiantly trying to defend against that Daedra portal." I pushed the fiery images from my mind and looked into the eyes of my fellow knight. "Oh Mazoga, if you could see the brave man in charge trying to hold it all together up there. I. . . I guess you could say I've taken an oath to help him; it seems no one else will."

"Buffy, we're pals. When you helped me avenge Ra'vindra, I told you I wouldn't forget. If your quest takes you to Kvatch, I'll come with you."

Based on her own words, Mazoga understood the dangers. I could only marvel at her willingness to accept those risks and literally follow me into the jaws of Oblivion. How did she do it and why was it so hard for me to overcome my fear of returning to Kvatch? I knew that my combat skills had improved. With more experience, I might be able to fight Daedra in their own terrifying environment and survive. I was beginning to realize it was not just having my body broken that I feared - it was also my heart. And I knew of no way to train for that. "Thank you, my friend. We'll see. I may ask the Count about it."

"Well you just say the word." Mazoga stabbed a large piece of venison with her fork, but paused before lifting it to her mouth. "Buffy, this 'brave man in charge' up there? Sounds to this orc like you're sweet on him." She wiggled her black bushy eyebrows suggestively. "Hmmm?"

"Mazoga, I just don't know." I lowered my fork. "I mean, of course I am, I think. But maybe he's. . . I can't tell. I'm not sure if anyone can penetrate his sense of duty, or what would happen if I could." Shrugging my shoulders, I sighed and added, "I don't really know what he would see in me anyway."

Mazoga shook her head and curled her lip into what I had come to recognize as a smile. "Girlfriend, you got it bad. And you think too much. Just tell me his name and I'll deliver him to your bed at the point of my sword."

"Mazoga!" How could her handful of words make the blood rush to my face so quickly? Even the tips of my ears burned. "Don't you dare! I'll certainly not tell you his name now." Indignantly, I took a drink of Tamika's as if to dismiss the subject.

"Okay, okay." Mazoga then grinned and disarmingly held up a dinner plate-sized hand. "I won't threaten your fellow." She then dragged an ear of corn across her tusks, nearly stripping it in a single motion as she noisily sucked down the kernels.

I adored Mazoga's humor and simple lust for life, but I couldn't help recalling the loneliness I sensed in her when I had opened the intimate bond of restoration to heal her wounds at Fisherman's Rock. "And what of you, Mazoga? Is there a man who tugs at that big green heart of yours?"

She quickly swallowed the half a potato that was in her mouth and replied, "Oh, I'm happy share my bed with men who are sturdy enough that I won't hurt them. But," she shook her head, "I could give my heart only to a knight who is stronger than I. One who can defeat me in combat with a blade. A powerful and noble Orsimer."

I smiled. "Finding a man who is stronger and more skilled with a blade than I would be easy if that were my criteria." My appetite waned, as I recalled all too clearly the gruesome efficiency of Mazoga's power and skill with a blade. "I can only imagine the challenge a woman of your ability faces in finding such a champion." I was struck by the similarity of Mazoga's words to those of the Grand Champion of the Arena, Agronak gro-Malog. He had spoken of nobility, strong Orsimer women and wanting to become a knight. . . .

"Perhaps someday," I heard Mazoga say.

Her words caused the wheels of matchmaking that were turning inside my head to stop - for the moment. "Yes, perhaps someday," I replied.

Mazoga not only did justice to her meal, she ate the rest of the food on the table. I raked what I had not eaten from my plate onto hers, and she finished that too. Finally, a loud belch echoed forth from the orc and she proclaimed, "That was delicious, and it filled me up plenty." She then grinned and added with a wink, "I won't have to eat your horse now."

My mouthful of wine sputtered across the room as I burst out laughing. I recalled the near deadly confrontation between Mazoga and I over Superian, that now seemed so humorous. Finally, my laughter subsided to a giggle. "Maybe we should ask the Count about changing the name from White Stallion to Black Mare. . . ."

. . . and so it continued. The deer head trophies mounted on the walls of the rustic 'Black Mare' Lodge witnessed a wonderful evening of wine and intimate conversation that lasted until the flickering candles burned low. Only then, did we begrudgingly yield to the need for sleep.

I see some foreshadowing that wasn't in the original on this chapter !!! GAAAAAH !!!

Ahh, so nice to have some girl-time, and especially when it comes with such a wonderful meal and a bottle of Tamika's. Here we see the fruits of Buffy and Mazoga's time spent together: a deep friendship between two very different women.

It's little, full of magic and dangerous - just like you.
Sir Mazoga can be very perceptive when she wants to be!

every time I kill something with this, I'll think of you.
Isn't that nice!

I was beginning to realize it was not just having my body broken that I feared - it was also my heart. And I knew of no way to train for that
Because there is no way. As I am sure Buffy will learn, as we all do.

Another wonderful chapter! The exchange of gifts was great.

"I could give my heart only to a knight who is stronger than I. One who can defeat me in combat with a blade. A powerful and noble Orsimer."
As Buffy noted, that is indeed a tall order. It kinda reminds me of the 1985 movie Red Sonja.

My mouthful of wine sputtered across the room as I burst out laughing.
That was my reaction, too (but in my case, it was tea).

I'd quote more, but my post would end up being quite a bit longer than the chapter. I'll just end by saying this is one of the chapters I've enjoyed the most. Good show!

I was away for a week and Buffy has three adventures!

"It's little, full of magic and dangerous - just like you."
That's Buffy!

Are you going to rewrite the Grand Champion tragedy? Half of me wants Mazoga to get lucky, half says to leave the story alone. I'm curious to see what you make of this.

(I'd also like to see Buffy tackle Fallout 3 or New Vegas. With a paladin's (not a Brotherhood of Steel paladin but a real one) guidance she could have some interesting adventures!)

a wheel of cheese and bottle of Tamika's completed our table.

Cheddar?
Brie?
Camambert?
Skyrim Jarlsberg?
Gouda?
Hammerfellian Paneer?
Red Leicester?
Port Salut d'Anvil?
Gorgonzola?
Roquefort?
Stilton?

"I'm afraid we must soon diverge paths," I said, refilling our cups with wine. "I have several tasks ahead, but they all lead me to Kvatch."

Don'cha just love the call of destiny? Still very much the Slayer, but not of Vampires, of course. She even has a watcher.
Sorry, I just can't stop paralleling this Buffy with that Buffy. Soon we're going to need to get Buffy together with Buffy to discuss what makes each Buffy Buffy. (Confused now?)

Don't forget to get a picture of a Dremora in a tutu for me, my fashion-conscious friend.

"I don't really know what he would see in me anyway."
Hmm, maybe he will hold your face in his hands and take a look.

“Just tell me his name and I'll deliver him to your bed at the point of my sword."
Ah, that’s what friends are for.

That was some dinner! I especially enjoyed the entire bowl of mushroom gravy. The Black Mare Lodge sounds so much nicer than the White Stallion, I guess it just needed some cleaning, decorating, and good company.

I like how you've made 'Sir' Mazoga come to life She He feels so real.

Episode 66 found Mazoga and Buffy at the White Stallion Black Mare Lodge, where they exchanged gifts, shared a meal and enjoyed an evening of girl talk.

mALX- Thanks! Yes, there is indeed some foreshadowing here that is new for BF 2.0.

SubRosa- Thank you for your wonderfully kind insights, as ever! We quite adore Mazoga.

The Vyper- I greatly admire orcs, and when thinking about them, I cannot help but be influenced by, of all things, Klingon culture from Star Trek. Particularly when Mazoga stated the qualifications for a champion to win her heart. Thank you for your kind words!

MyCat- Thank you! Little, full of magic and dangerous - . Regarding the Grand Champion, yes, his destiny will be different in Buffy's game. I suspect he will outgrow the Arena. Buffy in FO3/NV? Well, she was born in the lands of Diablo II as a bowgirl, and spent years in Baldurs Gate II as an elven archer, so I suppose stranger things could happen. She quite loves Tamriel though, and hopes to someday visit the other provinces.

Thomas Kaira- Although a light tongue in cheek humor and the simple alliteration of 'Buffy the Bowgirl' are the primary factors behind the elf's name, we quite respect the other Buffy. Buffy Summers is a strong young woman, also struggling with her emotions and destiny in a dangerous world. We certainly take your comparisons as compliments and thank you for them. The bowgirl quite assures me that she prefers the name Buffy to Barbie or Bambi. Part of my intent in naming her was to keep me from taking her too seriously - in that regard, I have failed miserably.

Grits- Thank you! Buffy does indeed seem to be throwing up obstacles in front of her heart. 'What would he see in me?' 'Could a woman ever compete with his precious city?' As she admits, she doesn't know how to train to protect her heart, so she is flailing about, quite unsure of herself. I so hope that seeing some of Mazoga's self-assuredness will help Buffy overcome her lack of confidence in that area.

Zalphon- Thanks for the kind words regarding Mazoga. I've always liked her and am so glad she and Buffy figured out how to get along. She's great fun to write as well. I mean, she's got tusks!



It had been less than a tenday since the twin bloodbaths of Fisherman's Rock and Telepe. Yet here I was, with Slayer in hand and dressed in the garb of a huntress. Having carefully noted where my target had fallen, I moved toward it through the trees with the ease of a forest predator.

Soon enough, I found the small puddle that had begun its day as a sparkling ball of magical deadliness. Dropping to one knee, I carefully gathered the glow dust. When combined with rosemary oil, aloe vera and finely ground bergamot, it was a key ingredient for the recipe Ardaline and I used for our hair conditioner.

Scanning for life signs beyond the lush greenery and trees that embraced me, I saw only the distinctive pink glows of several horses. Shouldering Slayer, I made my way through the forest and down the steep hill toward Five Riders Stables.

Since being knighted, I had been playing court at Castle Leyawiin without so much as nocking a single arrow - until this morning. Between taking some of my meals at the castle, and the mudcrabs that followed Mazoga home to the lodge, I had not needed my bow to fill my belly. Admittedly, I could do without the carnage of fighting alongside the mighty orc, but I needed to hunt. My own way - a solitary archer releasing feathered death from the shadows.

Superian blew softly and swung her head toward me as I joined her in the barn. She was relaxed, as I had already ridden and groomed her this morning before my hunt. I dug into my pack, assisted by the mare's long nose. "Are you hungry?" As she crunched a carrot, I wolfed down a sweet roll then cut up a pair of apples for us. I savored the comforting smells of horse, hay and leather, but mostly I just wanted to be near her.

Sated in several ways for now, I gave Superian a hug and headed for the castle.

An invitation to one of the Countess' dinner parties seemed no closer than when I first arrived in Leyawiin. Perhaps it was a silly exercise that would bear no fruit. I owed nothing to Sanguine, the chubby Daedra Lord of debauchery. I had to admit with a smile though, that the thought of stripping the Countess of some of her pretensions and bigotry was quite appealing. Dressing to the Nines seemed an exciting prospect as well, until I remembered that Stark Reality would not spare its caster. Thankfully, Gaspar and I had revealed the spell's full nature during my last visit to the University so I could plan accordingly.

And plan I would - if I could ever get an invitation.

Wearing knightly armor while lingering about the throne room and great hall had gotten me nowhere. Today's plan was to see what I could learn from the staff.

After arriving at Castle Leyawiin, I proceeded to the armory and staged my bow, quiver and pack. I then changed into a blue and green dress. While there, I spent some time chatting with the castle smith. I then headed to the dining room for some lunch.

*

"Milady?" The Imperial woman that had kindly brought me wine, boar broth and warm bread stood politely at my elbow.

I lowered the silver spoon, looked up from my chair and smiled. "Yes, Janonia?" I had spoken with the pleasant chief maid on several occasions. Her family had served Castle Leyawiin for three generations. Januarius, the Count's footman, was her husband. They lived in the servant quarters behind the kitchen.

"Countess Alessia has instructed me to relay her hope that you might speak with her this day, Milady."

"Thank you, Janonia. I shall certainly report to our Ladyship straightaway." I quickly finished the light meal. As I stood, I started to pick up my bowl, then paused, set it down and glanced at Janonia.

The Imperial smiled and nodded as she said, "You're getting better, Dame Buffy." She then lowered her voice and added, "As I told you the first time you tried to help in the kitchen, you're a lady of the court. If the Countess discovered me allowing you to lift even a finger, my position at the castle would be forfeit."

I didn't exactly understand, but I wasn't about to risk the livelihood of this gentle Imperial. "I thank you, Janonia, for sharing the bounty of your kindness, patience and kitchen." I headed for the great hall.

Alessia Caro was seated at her throne. Noting the Count was absent, I smoothed my skirt and approached. "Good day, Milady." I flawlessly curtseyed. The practice sessions in front of Mazoga had been worth the orcish laughter. "How may this humble knight be of service?"

"Buffy, I seem to recall from your introduction to the Count, that you are not only an archer, but trained in the use of magic as well?" Her tone was pleasant enough.

"Yes, Milady. I was privileged to attend the Arcane University." I was quite unsure where this was going.

"And did you not perhaps study the magical art of healing?" she asked, lifting one eyebrow slightly.

Still mystified, I nodded and replied, "Although not my specialty, I have found need on many occasions for such magic."

The Imperial drew up the green silk of her left sleeve, revealing a festering and untreated cut on her forearm. "Can you heal me?"

"I believe I can, but I must say that I lack the skill of Tsavi, your own castle mage and healer, Milady." I sadly suspected that I knew what this was about now.

The Countess leaned closer to me and softly spat the words, "She's Khajiit!" The Imperial continued with a quiet venom in her voice, "They're as bad as Argonians. I can't get Marius to demand that the guild provide a more cultivated replacement. Nevertheless, I have no intention of being touched by one of those. . . furry beasts. For Stendarr's sake - she has a tail!" She straightened up and repeated, "Can you heal me?"

Although quite taken aback, I managed to stammer, "I-I shall do my best, Milady. It will take me a few moments to call forth the magical restorative energies necessary." That was a lie. What would take a few moments was for me to control myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, pretending to be mystical. I was thankful I had recently satisfied my need to use Slayer - it helped ease the urge to retrieve the bow and impale this human to her throne. My jaw was tight and my fists were clenched. The next temptation I overcame was the desire to use my restoration magic to absorb the very life from this woman.

As I thought of the nearby pair of guards, I realized my anger was all impetuous bluster. Were I to openly attack the Countess, these men would not hesitate to do their duty. Nor would I risk harm to them by resisting their legitimate efforts to arrest me.

In the midst of my silent turmoil, I sensed Acadian's calm feelings. Although he could not read my thoughts, he was able to sense my emotions and feel my physical reactions with clarity. He also relied on hearing my words and observing my actions, both past and present. The paladin and I both understood that the ability to heal carried with it responsibility. He knew my decision before I did. The calm feeling I sensed from him was his pride in me.

Finally, I opened my eyes. A soothing, pure mass of white energy filled my hands. I gently placed them over the Countess' wound and allowed the healing magic to flow through my fingertips between us. Sadly, I sensed a cold darkness from her spirit that was not encouraging. Nevertheless, I willingly surrendered myself to some of the pain that transferred from her injury to me. The festering cut soon closed and faded to a thin scar. After a few more moments, even that disappeared with no trace of the wound at all. Stepping back from the Countess, I was drained by the combination of pain, spellcasting and my battle for self-control.

Alessia Caro raised her forearm, inspecting carefully as she moved it about. "Buffy, this is perfect. Thank you, dear." She then evaluated me for a moment. "I had no idea the extent of your talents. Knight, archer, healer. . . you seem surprisingly articulate and rather well-educated. At any rate, I'm hosting a dinner party tomorrow night, and should think my guests would quite enjoy talking with you. They generally live rather sheltered lives, so perhaps you could regale them with some of your knightly adventures. At any rate, would you join us?"

"I would be honored to, Milady." I curtseyed again and withdrew from the throne room.

Once out of earshot, I whispered to Acadian, "Don't get carried away with the fact that I healed that harpy."

As if of its own accord, my mind instinctively began planning. I knew the Countess traveled periodically, visiting her mother in Chorrol. T'would be a simple matter during one of those trips, and no doubt attributed to bandits or assassins. An unseen feathered missile from deep within the forest would plant its broadhead deeply into the dark heart of my prey. She would bleed out into her green silk blouse - just like Earana did. Stop it, Buffy! I shook my head vigorously to assert control of my deadly thoughts. Alessia Caro was not a threat. Even in my anger, I had to admit that I felt more pity than hatred for her blindness, and longed for a spell that could open her eyes and soften her heart.

I would not kill Countess Leyawiin. Humiliating her however was an entirely different matter. I would attend this dinner party. If there was any doubt about my willingness to cast Sanguine's spell, it was gone.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

Buffy, you're a knight who's going to embarass the mistress of her lord? *Hugs Buffy* Sanguine, you're teaching her right!

Yeeesss! Buffy, humiliate that bee-yotch! Julian is envious of you!

Excellent portrayal of the Hippocratic Oath (sometimes referred to - by us vets - as the Hypocrite Oath). I wonder what the Tamriel version of it would be? Hmmm -

Anyway, I recall reading this chapter before, and have enjoyed reading it again.

And don't worry, I have been keeping up. Loved seeing Mazoga again. I just have been all commented-out lately - forgive me for not speaking for so long on Buffy's story.

I'm already anticipating the next update! this is going to be fun!

GAAAAH! Buffy the assassin? NOOOOO! I'm glad she pulled herself out of that thought!!! Like Haute said, I remembered this chapter too. Great Write!!!!

I love the idea of hunting Will-O-The-Wisps for hair conditioner! It is just so incredibly girly!

Dressing to the Nines
This has an entirely new connotation in ES, and works wonderfully in the setting!

Buffy does indeed show her character quite well here. First in the time she spends with Superian, and then later her exchange with the Janonia. Of course Buffy would want to help clean up the dishes. And of course she would not understand why she should not! Those are the things that make her so lovable!

For Stendarr's sake - she has a tail!
The Countess is indeed most perceptive! However, she is not perceptive enough to tangle with the sharp end of the Buffy Doctrine™!

Another great chapter. I definitely sympathize with Buffy's frustration towards the countess. Those of a racist mindset have always frustrated me as well. I just don't get the narrow mindedness of them.

I realized my anger was all impetuous bluster.
A hard admission to make to oneself, and one that shows Buffy's increasing maturity.

The paladin and I both understood that the ability to heal carried with it responsibility.
That particular responsibility can be a nuisance at times, but it can't be ignored.

Even in my anger, I had to admit that I felt more pity than hatred for her blindness, and longed for a spell that could open her eyes and soften her heart.
If only such a spell existed.

Humiliating her however was an entirely different matter.
And for the countess, a fate worse than death. This, I look forward to.

Woe to all who incur the wrath of Buffy!

Those who are kind to her friends have her eternal friendship, but those who would wish them harm shall have harm dealt upon themselves... or at the very least she'll steal their clothes.

And Buffy has finally gotten that invite to the dinner, and not only that, she is committed to the public humiliation of that bigoted badger!

Let the mayhem begin.