And so ends the saga of the Scroll of Drain Archery! Good riddance!

Good shooting tomorrow, Buffy! Knock 'em dead!

Buffy spent her early evening shopping then enjoying a quiet dinner at her guild with Delphine Jend in Episode 108. As it grew later, she returned to The Fair Deal as instructed by Aradroth, hoping that the evening's betting would have yielded some clues to solve the scroll mystery. Nordinor had not only identified the culprit as Reman Broder, but Aradroth had convinced the Imperial to surrender the scroll. After purchasing the troublesome parchment of drain marksman from Aradroth, Buffy destroyed it.

mALX- Buffy saw something in Aradroth upon their first meeting. It was probably Buffy's experience with Mazoga that prompted her to reach out to someone who appeared to be dangerous and without friends. Thank you for your wonderful support and encouragement!

ghastley- Buffy still doesn't understand any of that betting stuff, she just wants Daenlin to win. Thank you for highlighting our nod to Delphine with her 'Merchants Explode' spell!

Rider- I'm so glad you enjoyed the banter. Thank you for highlighting the irony of Buffy's unique niche in Bravil as the guard, Caccian, held Buffy's shopping so she could 'break into' Nilawen's shop. Gosh, that assassin works cheap for just the price of a chilled ale! Perhaps there is a heart in there.

SubRosa- You'll note that Buffy only bought three pairs of shoes, so there should be loads of selection still available for T & T (Tadrose & Teresa). Thank you for highlighting, as Rider did, how naturally Buffy 'flows' through Bravil. Oh noes, I hope Aleron doesn't get himself into trouble! Hopefully, Daenlin will win and Aleron will be ok. Thank you for the kind words for Aradroth; I have to believe that dear Winter Wolf is proud of his elf.

King Coin- Heh, I will never be a mystery writer, that's for sure! I was just hoping to have enough twists and suspects that Reman wasn't the only choice. You are exactly right that the next crisis will be Buffy's own swirling indecision on how to respond to what she perceives as conflicting loyalties.

Grits- Thank you! I'm so glad that Aradroth prompted words from you like: shiver, charming and terrifying all at the same time. It means a great deal to hear that the way Winter Wolf and I hope to portray Aradroth came through clearly. Inner turmoil? Coming right up!

Ceidwad- Buffy is so glad to have concerns about the scroll behind her! I suspect Aradroth's soft spot for Buffy is somewhat similar to Mazoga's soft spot for Buffy. That is, caused by a small elf that reached out to someone that others shun in fear. As far as romance, I doubt it. I suspect Aradroth would be too free with the phrase, "Fetch me a beer, Sheila," for Buffy's liking. Similarly, I'm sure Buffy's chatterbox nagging about Aradroth's profession would cause Aradroth to offer a prayer to the Night Mother.

Captain Hammer- Regarding the dragon bet, I'm sure you'll win! Buried within Buffy and Acadian is indeed the spirit of an ice dragon called Phantom, but she is not evil. Buffy can talk your ear off, but no dragon shouts. Thank you for noting that Buffy did not check the scroll! That was a very intentional reflection on Buffy's trust of the dangerous elf she now calls friend.

TK- I agree: Good riddance to that scroll! Thanks for the well wishes for the big day!

All- And so ends not only the scroll mystery, but Buffy's fifth day in Bravil and the final day of tournament qualifications. I am so thankful for everyone's patience as Buffy lavishes so much time and attention on this massive storyline. Continuing thanks also to the stunning talent of SubRosa as the efforts of our long collaboration on this storyline bear fruit.

Looking ahead, Buffy will need three episodes to describe the final competition, two more to share the awards ceremony with you, and seven more episodes to wind things down in Bravil before she is recalled to the University to learn if the Council of Mages will authorize any aid for Kvatch. All told, she'll spend thirty six episodes in Bravil and leave the City of Mara nine days after arriving.



"Thank you for your beautiful thunder and speed this morning, my precious mare. We both needed it."

Dawn had been just a promise during our ride, but now the first streaks of sunshine filtered into the stables to augment the glow stones. Isabeau and Antoine used them to provide light inside the old wooden building for night or early morning grooming. As I hung up the last of Superian's tack, I said to the gelding in next stall, "Aetherius, I'm glad Carandial insisted that these stones from his Ayleid research be used instead of candles or lanterns as a condition for boarding you here. We've never had to worry about a fire in the stables."

Returning my attention to Superian, I grabbed a hoof pick and carefully inspected each of her feet. "Neither you nor Acadian care a bit about the tournament finals today, do you? Both of you are wiser than I."

After roughing Superian's coat with a curry then flicking it clean with a stiff brush, I started going over the mare with her soft body brush. "I simply want my master to win today and for him to be proud that his apprentice can shoot almost as well as he." Once she glistened like polished ebony, I set the soft brush aside and began working my fingers gently through her silky long tail, then mane. "I don't know if I can match Daenlin's skill but even if I could, I never want him to know it."

Finally, I stood in front of Superian and pressed my forehead against her long nose. I could feel both her spirit and that of Acadian so comfortably intertwined with my own. "I fear my new friend Alawen, but I fear myself more. I know I can reduce my own score if necessary, but I believe I also have the power to lower hers just as effectively as that cursed scroll of drain marksman could. My mere presence and encouragement seem to enable the ranger to overcome her fear of crowds. If I treat Alawen with coolness, I'm sure she will shoot poorly and my master will win. If I encourage her, she may beat Daenlin. Either way, I will hate myself for betraying one or the other." I felt a tear trace down one cheek. "It's almost time for the final competition and I still don't know what to do."

"Your shoulders are too small to carry the burden you place upon them," said the paladin. "I know you will support both your friends. If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations. You know my words are true."

I nodded, dragged a hand across my cheek, then flicked the bits of hay from my cream colored blouse and buckskin greaves. Lifting my dark vest from a hook, I slipped both arms into it then laced it up. After pulling my own brush through my hair a few times, I grabbed Slayer and my quiver. With a quick smooch over my shoulder to Superian, I stepped outside.

"Where's Charger's mistress?" I asked, reaching up to rub the old war horse's forehead.

"You just missed her," replied Antoine as he went about removing Alawen's tack from the white mare. "I figure she be out on the firing line getting ready for the big day. Shoot well today, young lady. I got me some septims riding on you."

"Why thank you, Antoine." I closed the gate to the corral behind me.

The reviewing stands, now trimmed with bright banners, were about half full already with a steady stream of spectators filing into them. Approaching the firing area, I could see most of the finalists were already milling about. Some were joking, while others inspected their equipment. I could see Daenlin smiling and chatting with the judges. Alawen was pacing nervously like a caged panther.

"Good morning, my ranger," I called out cheerfully.

"And to you, my scout," Alawen replied. I could see her relax as soon as our eyes met. "Shoot well today, young elf."

"You also," I said.

She nodded her head toward Daenlin. "Your master was looking for you earlier."

"I'm not surprised." I then added hesitantly, "I'd best report to him straightaway."

Alawen reached out and squeezed my hand. "Go to him. I am fine now that you are here."

I nodded.

Daenlin's face illuminated as I approached. "Well, I was beginning to worry about you."

"I spent the early morning with Superian," I replied.

"I should've known," he said gently. "You're a horse crazy elf, even on tournament day."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "She's not like a carriage that one can just park and forget. You know that, Daenlin. She's my friend and I love her, just like you."

His brown eyes sparkled. If he was nervous at all about the tournament, it didn't show. "Well, I'm flattered to be in company as fine as your mare."

"Oh, you know what I mean, silly," I said with a giggle. Just being near Daenlin was like a soothing potion for my nerves.

He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and turned me to face him directly. "Are you ready to tear the tens out of your targets?"

"I just want you to be proud of me, Master."

"Then your wish is granted many fold." He then admonished with a raised eyebrow, "Just focus on your own shooting and do your best, Buffy."

Could he see into the dark turmoil swirling within my heart?

"Well, it's about time, short one." The booming voice came from Lum gro-Baroth and the target of his words was the small elf in black slinking our way.

Aradroth pinned the orc with a glance that did not invite further comment, even from the shirtless mountain of green rippling muscle.

Sinia, the line judge broke in. "Well, now that all ten finalists are here, let me say a few words before the final competition begins." Our group drew close around her as the Redguard continued, "First, each of you should feel proud to stand among the finest archers in Cyrodiil. It's quite an accomplishment. Today's competition will consist of three sessions. During each of these you will shoot one round just like the one you completed for qualification. The shooting order will be from the highest qualifier to the lowest and we will take a one hour break between the three sessions. Count Bravil will make opening comments shortly, then Daenlin will be the first shooter up for round one. Best of luck to each of you."

I noted the ranger studying the distant trees, either longing for their comfort or perhaps assessing the wind. Every few moments, she would glance my way. Although not physically clingy like I was, Alawen needed me. She drew comfort and confidence from my presence just as surely as I did from holding onto Daenlin's strong arm. I studied the ranger's face, trying to divine any family resemblance to my master. Forget about meddling, Buffy; Alawen's wishes in this matter are clear.

My thoughts were interrupted by three patches of white lace that caught my eye as they bobbed their way toward the reviewing stands. A grin came to my face as I realized the parasols were screening the morning sun from none other than Kud-Ei, Delphine Jend and Ardaline. Towering near them were both Carandial and Henantier. The raised hands of Aryarie and Ita Rienus directed them to an open area in the stands that the two mages had apparently saved for the guild. Seeing the entire branch assembled could only mean that Kud-Ei had actually closed the guild hall for the day. As the mages were seated, Delphine wasted no time applying a thin stream of flame from her fingertip to the silver tea pot that Ardaline held. Momentarily, Kud-Ei's ever present tea cup was filled and the Argonian raised it to her thin reptilian lips.

Guilt washed over me as I returned their enthusiastic waves. I had been jealous of the camaraderie and support that Parwen, Teresa, Lum and Kurz enjoyed from the Fighters Guild. I had even questioned whether my brother and sister mages cared that I was competing. I knew they were not fans of archery, so their presence meant they were here for me. How foolish I had been to doubt the love and loyalty of my own guild mates.

The brief fanfare of a trumpet drew everyone's attention toward the separate and raised reviewing area reserved for Count Bravil and his guests. Under the blue and white striped tarp that shaded the large private box, I could see perhaps a score of nobles. I recognized Countess Alessia Caro of Leyawiin and Count Bravil's spoiled son, Gellius.

Count Terentius now stood at the forward edge of the box, leaning on the handrail. To his left, Captain Viera Lerus stood impassively rigid. The Count was rarely seen without her at his side. I was sure it was for security reasons, but rumors had persisted for years that there was more to it.

At the Count's right side stood Fathis Aren, Court Mage. After Regulus Terentius nodded, Fathis presented him a brass cone that was perhaps the length of a man's arm. The object was similar to one I had seen the Arena announcer use. Owyn the Blademaster had told me it was called a speaking trumpet. As Count Bravil raised the device, it emanated a gentle glow of magic. "Welcome to my fair City of Mara, visitors and residents alike." His words echoed effortlessly across the now quiet tournament grounds. "I am proud to host this assemblage of Cyrodiil's finest archers as they. . . ."

My mind wandered as the Count droned. I could see the scoreboard had indeed been cleared and redone for today. Plaques bearing the names of the ten finalists were arranged now, with Daenlin's at the top. To the right of the plaques were rows of pegs that would eventually hold the scores for each of our three rounds as we all progressed, and ultimately our final tally for the day. To the left of each shooter's name was a single peg. A solid red plaque to indicate the current shooter was now being affixed to the peg left of Daenlin's name.

". . . and so, let the final completion now begin." Count Bravil finally stopped talking.

Giving my hand a gentle squeeze, Daenlin disengaged my arm from his and stepped off for the firing line. As the Bow of Infliction found its way from his back to his hand, the crowd filled the air with cheers and applause. My heart was bursting, and I had to blink back tears of pride as my master drew his first arrow.

Finally, the finals! And a wonderful runup to the start of competition.

I enjoyed everything, from Buffy's early morning conversation with her two best friends to her encounter with the finalists.

But this made me smile: That last bit made me laugh out loud! I can just see the mages, surrounded by archery fans, bringing a bit of their own civilization to the tourney. It brings to mind the image of a Monty Python-style British upper-class tea party among the bleacher bums at Wrigley Field. Thanks for the delightul comic relief!

And so it begins.

Really, Buffy, do not worry so much about this tourney. Just do your best and shoot your best. Daenlin will remain a proud man even if you beat him or if you finish bottom (though you may disappoint many a better, but who cares about them?)

Yes, I really want Buffy to win this one. She has deliberately hamstrung herself for the sake of her master long enough. It is time for this flower to bloom.

Dawn had been just a promise during our ride
This was a lovely piece of word-crafting.

Glad to see Carandial's stones being put to good use. Barns are such easy places to go up in flames, how very clever to put that old Ayleid magic to use in protecting this one from that possibility.

I don't know if I can match Daenlin's skill but even if I could, I never want him to know it.
I think by now we all know that she has not only matched, but surpassed Daenlin. Yet hearing Buffy's thoughts is so undeniably adorable, in how she places her godfather's happiness above that of her own.

but I believe I also have the power to lower hers just as effectively as that cursed scroll of drain marksman could
Oh noes! Buffy does have herself quite the quandary here. Hopefully she will think upon her comparison of the scroll, and just as she felt herself bound to nullify it, she will also do the right thing here for both her friends.

In support of this, you do a wonderful job of portraying Buffy's relationships with the Daenlin and Alawen at the tourney grounds. What I found especially touching was when she realized that just as she drew strength from her relationship with Daenilin, Alawen did the same from her.

"You're a horse crazy elf, even on tournament day."
Yep, that is our Buffy!

As others have noted, how nice it was to see the elegant ladies of the Mages Guild having their tea party in the stands!

So the Count and Lierus are an item? Interesting. Or perhaps she is using some form diabolical mind control over the Count, and has to be in close proximity for it to work? Lost Ayleid magic no doubt. That might also explain his fall from grace from a champion to a corrupt winesot. Perhaps like Theoden King, he is in fact a good man under it all, a helpless puppet on the strings of Saruman Lierus.

And we're off! Isn't it amazing how many episodes it took to get to this point, the culmination of the Tournament? 25 for Buffy, and it will be 20 for Teresa. She still has 3 more segments to finish before getting to this point. I think it shows just how much work we both have put into not simply the shooting, but setting the environment and developing the relationships between all of the characters involved. I can honestly say that I am extremely proud to be part of this joint endeavor. I have been writing since I was in my teens, and have never done anything like it.

It begins!

Why am I not surprised Buffy spent the early morning with her horse?
I'm glad that a certain paladin advised Buffy to be supportive of both of her friends. She seems to be treating Alawen with kindness, but will that continue as the tournament winds up? I take it as a positive sign that she sought out Alawen first.

I can't wait to see how things go! Great chapter!

Scroll or no scroll, I'm sure this will be an excitng and unpredictable tourney with many twists and turns before the end!

Very touching paragraph, my fave (of course, lol) in the whole chapter !!! Another chapter that has to go into my Favorite Buffy's !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

I'm inclined to agree, Malx.

Reading along, trying to catch up, but it will take some time so bear with me....this is excellent enjoyable writing!

thank you Acadian!

That was one heck of a cliffhanger.

Just a note to say my wife and I are thoroughly enjoying the series.

Heh, Regulus Terentius was always such a bore. Important things to do, places to go, empires to save, and all he can do is talk, talk, talk. Guess he's good enough at it to keep the Elder Council from deciding to get rid of him. Shame he can't make the city of Mara a little less needful of Mara.

I watch, with strange fascination, Buffy's mixed feelings leading up to the tournament. I must admit that I've never really felt the same, as when it comes to my preferred method of marksmanship, my chosen field is shotgun shooting against my brother. He's better at Skeet-shooting, I'm better at Trap. He does a lot better with premount, but I'm better from Low Ready and High Ready. And I always get upset when he wins. Sure, I feel proud that he can shoot, but I wouldn't be a proper brother if I didn't want to beat him at our only shared sport. Of course, the fact that we routinely beat our father helps mitigate this fact.

I'm hoping Buffy comes to realize that there's a deeper ethical consideration to her acts in finding and destroying that scroll. This competition is about finding the best archer in Cyrodiil, not about Daenlin's unbelievable archery skills. I figure he knows that, and he'd be more upset than anybody else to know that he didn't win the tournament fairly. Probably more upset that learning he had lost unfairly. Though I wouldn't want to be Reman if and when Daenlin learns about the Imperial wine merchant's plot.

"Your shoulders are too small to carry the burden you place upon them," said the paladin. "I know you will support both your friends. If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations. You know my words are true."

In an episode filled with beautiful passages, this was my favorite. A simple truth, gently expressed.


I studied the ranger's face, trying to divine any family resemblance to my master.

This is so Buffy. Just because she’s decided she won’t tell, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still want to know!

The Count welcoming everyone to his City of Mara. It has been pointed out already, but the tea party in the stands is priceless. I was so pleased that the guild turned up to support Buffy. Lace parasols, silver teapots, and all!

Episode 109 opened the final day of competition. The line judge briefed the ten finalists that during the day's three sessions, they would each shoot one round. Shooting order would be based on qualification score, from highest to lowest. Between each of the sessions would be a one hour break. After opening remarks by Count Bravil, the first shooter, Daenlin, approached the firing line.

Rider- I'm so glad you enjoyed the whimsical arrival of the Guild of Mages to support their little mystic archer! Thank you!

TK- I agree completely that Buffy is worrying entirely too much. You are correct that she badly misunderstands what Daenlin wants from her. Yes, it is time for this flower to bloom - Daenlin has one more lesson to teach Buffy.

SubRosa- Using glow stones to light the fire-prone stables was borrowed from SubRosa's Arimer Carandial's Ayleid research. You are so very talented at applying magic to everyday needs. It has been a foundational belief of Buffy that Daenlin is the finest archer that ever has or ever will walk Nirn; she is desperately clinging to this belief, even as part of her realizes it may not be true. Bravil politics is way beyond Buffy's pay grade, but she will occasionally report an intriguing observation.

Yes indeed, it took us a long time to get to the actual competition! For TF/BF readers, SubRosa has had the harder job during our collaboration. My tasks have been to provide the basic story as it relates to the actual shooting competition, and stick to a predictable posting schedule. She has worked her magic throughout, weaving her influence right back into every aspect of the tournament. She has, with great skill and creativity, arranged Teresa's account in such a way that the faintly smiling red head usually shares her perspective on significant tournament events with you very shortly after Buffy does.

King Coin- Thank you. Buffy was so unprepared for horse ownership when, as a wide-eyed young elf, she plopped down her life savings to buy Superian. She and her magic mare have come a long way. I was very proud of her admonishment to Daenlin along the lines of 'you can't just park her like a carriage'. Now, if we can just get her to display some of that wisdom on the firing line!

Ceidwad- Thank you. Between the high quality group of archers and Buffy's misguided meddling, I hope for a couple twists and turns yet on the field of dreams before a winner emerges.

mALX- I'm so glad some of Buffy's childlike adoration of her archery master came through here. Even if it causes her to do dumb things, there is no doubt about how important Daenlin is to her.

Zalphon- Thank you for reading. Agreeing with mALX is always a wise idea.

minque- My goodness, I thank you so much for your efforts to catch up and join Buffy, along with the stories of several other of us 'trey-babies'. I'm so excited to hear that you are working on Serene's next episode! Can't wait!

bobg- Thank you for dropping in, my wonderful old friend. Please give my warmest regards to Mrs bobg and Angel. I treasure the keys you bestowed upon me and am delighted to report that as long as Buffy lives, Angel and the memory of Sarrah will inhabit Tamriel with her.

Captain Hammer- Thanks! It was at the urging of SubRosa that we included some opening comments by His Pompousness. Unfortunately, he will have more to say during the awards ceremony. Yes, Buffy is defective when it comes to competition; clearly she has an abundance of loyalty/nurturing genes at the expense of judgment/competition genes. Your insight regarding how Deanlin views the tournament is spot on; expect him to address this head on with his misguided little apprentice.

Grits- Hopefully the paladin's gentle words to Buffy in the stable, along with some more pointed ones from Daenlin in this next episode will help to sort our bowgirl out! I love how you picked out the self-centered nature of Count Bravil from the few words we offered.



The reigning archery champion nestled all three arrows of his first flight into the ten ring. His perfect score was verified and the arrows removed from his target. As he reached for the first arrow of his second flight, Sinia flipped her hourglass. Thirty seconds later two more arrows had pierced the center of the target, with a third sprouting two rings out and slightly low. Daenlin was beautiful to watch as he carefully and smoothly placed all three arrows of his final flight into the bull's eye of the longer range target.

Two plaques, each bearing the number eight, were placed side-by-side on the scoreboard next to his name. I also noted the red plaque indicating the current shooter was now being moved down one row to rest beside my name.

As Daenlin walked away from the firing line and I approached it, we grinned at each other. I was surprised to hear some cheering and applause as I slid Slayer from my back and drew my first arrow.

Just like during qualification, I had no trouble placing each arrow of the first flight into the center of my target. Once the target was again ready, Sinia placed a hand on her hourglass and nodded at me. I was more apprehensive about my rapid-fire and tried to focus my mind on the actions required. After studying the target for a moment, my hand reached for the tail of an arrow.

I focused on getting each shot off quickly and accurately without trying to assess the impacts. Once complete, I was delighted to hear "Ten, ten, nine," ring out from the target judge.

The first arrow of my final flight blossomed from the ten ring of the long range target. The second arrow appeared to be on the line between the nine and ten. I lowered my bow as a signal to the target judge. After a quick study of the impact, he called out, "Ten!" and stepped clear of the target.

Okay, Buffy. You're potentially one point ahead of Daenlin with a final arrow to shoot. For the most important shot of this round I drew partial tension and eased my aim point right of center, to the line between the eight and nine rings. I smoothly pulled the arrow's tail to my ear and loosed.

It was a clean nine and the target judge quickly verified it, both aloud and with a display of fingers. I glanced up at the scoreboard to see my own pair of eight plaques being hung by my name. I smiled to myself - I was Daenlin's apprentice. I also saw the red plaque being moved down to the left side of Alawen's name.

I walked from the firing line as the ranger approached it. We stopped abreast. My mind was filled with indecision and swirling thoughts, some of them dark and subversive. Before I could choose my course, I heard the words fall out of my mouth, "I'm here for you, my ranger. We can do this. You and I."

Alawen, her eyes hosting the confident ranger, touched my hand and nodded. "Thanks to you, my scout."

I returned to my spot next to Daenlin and sat nervously watching Alawen.

The ranger's first perfect flight of three drew appreciative applause as had mine and Daenlin's. Cheers erupted as three more arrows blossomed from the bull's eye in half the time allowed for her rapid-fire flight. It was not until her eighth arrow that one dared stray from the target's center into the nine ring. Her final arrow resumed a streak of flawless shooting. The scoreboard quickly reflected the eighty nine that moved her ahead of Daenlin.

Alawen seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the sounds of chanting and cheering that followed her performance. After a few moments, she tentatively raised her bow skyward and bowed her head. The ranger then lifted her face and searched the crowd. When our eyes met, a beautiful smile came to her face.

Again, before I could consider my response, I grinned and waved enthusiastically. Blinking back tears, I then turned and allowed my stupid grin to fade as I sought Daenlin's reaction.

If he was upset at being bested by the superb shooting of Alawen, Daenlin showed no sign of it. I tried to pay attention to the shooters that followed, but all I could think about was that my kindness to Alawen had sabotaged my master just as effectively as a drain marksman scroll.

A trumpet sounded the end of the tenth finalist's round. The scoreboard indicated Daenlin and I were now tied for second place. The Bosmer looked at me, but I couldn't read his face as he said, "We have an hour before the second rounds begin. Let's go for a walk."

As musicians and a troupe of dancers took to the shooting grounds, Daenlin and I made our way to the shore of the Niben.

"I need to talk to you," said Daenlin simply.

"I'm so sorry, Master." The tears that had been threatening now escaped along with a flood of words. "I know Alawen gains confidence from me and I wanted to be cool toward her this morning, but I just -"

Daenlin lifted a hand to silence me. "I see the effect you have on Alawen. The young elf I have trained for most of her life would never reward a friend's trust and need by withholding her kindness. I am proud of you for encouraging her, and she deserves her current standing. What I am disappointed about is your shooting, young lady. Did I not teach you to do your very best? Despite my suspicions, I wanted to believe that you did not pull one of your shots during qualification. I see now that I was wrong, and my silence simply encouraged you to repeat your blunder today. We both know that you should be ahead of me right now."

"I'll never shoot as well as you can, Master."

"You already do, Apprentice. My name is engraved on that trophy seven times. I'm not so greedy that I wish to perpetually win this tournament from younger and deserving archers. Buffy, the finalists here are all well-skilled. Some, like Teresa, are just beginning to display their magnificent talent. You have been shooting for a dozen years now and are approaching your full potential. Others, like Alawen, are at the full majestic pinnacle of their skill and grace. And finally, some of us like myself and Parwen have shot our best rounds and earn our joy from sharing what we have learned."

"But you're the best, Daenlin," I protested as even more tears threatened.

"If I am the archer that you believe me to be, then why cannot you embrace my ability to train an apprentice who can best my skill?" With a hand on my shoulder, he turned me so our eyes met. His were moist now. "The dream of every master is to find one protégée during their lifetime. That student who has the passion, attentiveness and natural ability to excel. My hope for over a decade now has been to someday see my skill reflected and surpassed by the young elf I have trained and nurtured."

"Master, there is so much swirling conflict within me. I'm scared that I will disappoint you." I held out my right hand. "Look."

He took my badly shaking hand into the steady comfort of his. "The only way you can disappoint me is by not shooting your very best. Buffy, remember when you were younger? The joy and exhilaration you felt from skillfully using your bow?" After I nodded, Daenlin continued, "You only wanted to do your best then. Do you understand?"

"I-I think so."

"It matters not who wins today, but don't you be afraid to show this crowd what Daenlin's apprentice can do. Fully unfurl and spread your wings, my butterfly."

Three short trumpet blasts signaled the pending resumption of competition.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

.. Wow. Powerful stuff.

On this chapter, I can fully see the lady Buffy has grown into. The reminiscent touch of her childishness has been finally washed away on this segment. Willing to let slow your progress for the benefit of others to speed theirs... That is something most people would scoff at. In this case here, most people would sever ties just to win that metal trophy. Not Buffy. Not the Bravillian Bowgirl presented to us by a spirit named Acadian.

Claps to you, man. The relationship between Buffy and Daenlin fully shines here (IMHO).

And I am wrong at the subject of the Scroll-Sabo-thwa (exaggerated pronounciation). So it was Reman, then? (sighs) Figures.

So now Daenlin's actually told her he wants her to win ... no pressure!

And Alawen's a point ahead, and she needs to catch up ... no pressure!

I agree with Daenlin that he should have spoken to Buffy after the qualifying rounds. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. But late is better than never, and Daenlin really shines here. I'm glad that he has lived up to my impression of him here.

BTW, lovely screenshot!

Now let's hope Buffy takes his words to heart and shoots her best in the next round!

GAAAAH! I've waited a year for this chapter! It is beautiful, touching; perfect! How in Nirn did you manage to get a screen of Daenlin at the waterfront? Must...know...GAAAAH!

For the most important shot of this round
This says a great deal about Buffy's thoughts. The most important shot to her is the one she pulls to avoid surpassing her godfather.

I then turned and allowed my stupid grin to fade as I sought Daenlin's reaction.
This here too, shows where half of her heart is.

The other half of heart is clearly shown as well, with her unthinking words of encouragement for Alanwen, and her smile and wave. In spite of how much her head might not know what to do, her heart certainly does.

Finally, Daenlin throws down and shows why he is the Master. As Haute said, he really shines in this segment. I cannot help but to think what a juxtaposition he makes with Reman Broder. Once upon a time they might have been equals - in bad judgment as well as skill. But here we see how Daenlin has surpassed the Imperial when it comes to wisdom and honor. As the old saying goes, good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. Daenlin has clearly learned from his mistakes, where Reman never has.

But of course there is more to Daenlin than that. His love for his craft goes beyond his ego. He loves the tournament not because it is his chance to show off, but because it is his chance to see the best archers in Cyrodiil in action. No matter who wins, he wins, because he has that opportunity. Of course he obviously puts a little bit of ego into the knowledge that his years of tutelage have blossomed into another champion archer, one who can take his craft beyond what he has done. More than his own contributions, this is his greatest legacy to his craft.

I won't say "I told you so."

Fly away, butterfly! Fly!

Buffy's instincts have never steered her wrong once, and I am very glad she did not behave coolly towards Alawen. This, to me, proves that she knows that this is but a competition, and competitions for fame and glory are never as important as the friendships one may share.

Buffy in particular has no reason to behave in such a way, as she is already guaranteed at least second place. There is no shame in coming in second, as Daenlin has just discussed with her.

Woohoo! The competition begins!!

Daenlin suffers in the quick shooting but otherwise does great!

Buffy! Quit worrying about out shooting your master and do your best. I'm disappointed! I hope Daenlin notices and talks some sense into you.


YAAA!!!!

No, no, no, no, NOO!

Thank goodness Deanlin noticed Buffy's stunt. Buffy will be honest in the coming rounds!

Fantastic chapter! I am eager to see how this turns out!

He took my badly shaking hand into the steady comfort of his.

Strong emotional content

I feel that there should be "And you're grounded for three weeks, young missy, no complaints!" somewhere in here.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not an editorial thing at all. Taken out of context, it's perfect character dialogue for a father-daughter discussion in any TV-family sit-com.

In-story, and with the rest of Daenlin's speech about the true nature of archery competition, it shows the soul of a saint of the bow, a man (or in this case, mer) that truly lives for his craft and skill, seeing as much more than the way to put food on the table or place an enemy under the earth. He's very philosophical about archery and himself, but he doesn't sound preachy. Rather, one gets the sense that as a master teaching a student, he regrets that he neglected this important lesson when there was an earlier opportunity and obligation to impart it.

Buffy might be the hero of this great story, but this installment is Daenlin being 100% awesome and 110% wise.

Whew! I’m so glad that’s out in the open now. I hope Buffy can feel that old joy and exhilaration in the next sessions, instead of the concerns she carried through the previous one.

Buffy was blinded by her good intentions, but I think that her belief that Daenlin would want to win was a discredit to his character. I’m glad he pointed that out to her, in his very kind and caring way. What a big step for Buffy, on several levels!

Chapter 7.2 review

So sorry I have fallen behind on my reading. I have been so busy, of late!

"You returned my offer of life with the threat of death. I shall not extend that offer should I encounter your kind again."

I LOVED this line!

That magical bag she found was a great addition. A girl could really benefit from such a bag, no matter what era she is from!

What a great conclusion to Buffy’s adventures inside of Vilverin. Her encounter with the necromancer was a good learning experience—shoot first, ask questions later! And I liked Superian’s reaction to her smelling different—animals always notice even the smallest change to our scents, so going through a corpse-infested ruin would definitely be noticeable!

I can't believe the knowledge of Alewan's parentage will just die without a whimper. It almost overshadows the suspense of the tournament. Too many cliffhangers.

BTW; those fish tacos drove me and my wife crazy wanting to partake of some.

The tournament finalists completed their first of three rounds during Episode 110. Buffy continued to sabotage her own score, but found herself unable to behave with coolness toward Alawen. As a result, after the first round Buffy and Daenlin found themselves tied for second place, one point behind Alawen. Daenlin confronted Buffy, not over her kindness to Alawen, but for sabotaging her own shooting. The old elf made it very clear that he is not overly concerned with who wins, but he expects Buffy to fully unfurl her wings and shoot her best.

ureniashtram- Thank you. Buffy indeed learned quite a bit this last episode. Yes, the scroll culprit was Reman Broder, who apparently intended to discredit Daenlin and line his own pocket by betting on the expected number two finisher.

ghastley- Heh. Daenlin simply doesn't want Buffy to hold back. Nevertheless, plenty of pressure building!

Rider- Isn't it the way? Buffy and Daenlin are so close, yet neither understood what the expectations of the other were. In an odd way, it almost reminds me of the 'Gift of the Magi' story. I'm so glad they cleared the air between them. I'm glad you enjoyed the screenie and am so delighted that you are now able to bring us the occasional picture of Julian and Blanco!

mALX- Thank you for those kind words! Yes, it surely took us a long time to get here! I sent you a PM on moving NPCs around via command console, but the basic commands I used for the screenshot with Daenlin were 'PRID <RefID>' to tag Daenlin, 'MoveTo Player' to bring him to Buffy and 'TAI' to disable his AI and keep him from wandering during the photo shoot.

SubRosa- Thank you for pointing out how Buffy's actions showed her heart - even without conscious effort on her part. During Daenlin's chat to Buffy, I could not help but think of the old TV show Kung Fu, and an old master having a 'grasshopper' talk with his young apprentice. As you can tell, I love Daenlin just about as much as Buffy does.

TK- Thank you! I'm so glad that it looks like the old master sorted out his misguided but big hearted apprentice.

KC- It was great fun reading your comments as a running commentary of the episode! I'm so glad you were happy with the way it went (so far).

Zalphon- Yes, this episode surely was more about strong emotions than shooting. Thank you for your kind words drawing that out.

Captain Hammer- Hee, any reference that likens Buffy to a TV show makes my heart sing, for a long running TV series is exactly what I hope to accomplish. To say that Daenlin shows the soul of a saint with the bow says, beautifully and concisely, more than my own words ever could. I have always maintained that the bowgirl is at her very best when used as a vessel to draw out the best in others, so I'm delighted that you felt Daenlin stole the show here.

Grits- 'Whew' is right! Let's see what Buffy can do without the crushing (but self-inflicted) weight she has been laboring under. Yes, she learned much here as Daenlin showed once again why he is the master.

Lady Syl- Thank you for those kind words about Buffy's exploration of Vilverin in Episode 7. That was her first encounter with a necromancer and she remembers it well.

bobg- Yes, Alawen's paternity will remain unconfirmed during Book 1. Buffy wants to believe it is Daenlin; however, she is frightened to learn that it might not be. She is also loathe to betray the ranger's wishes. I'm so glad you both enjoyed the fish tacos!



Daenlin shot a good second round, allowing only two nines during rapid-fire and a third during his long range flight. I watched as his score of eighty seven was added alongside the eighty eight he had earned during the first round. As the red plaque beside his name moved down next to mine, I approached the firing line. When I passed Daenlin, he gave me a confident nod.

With Slayer in hand, I turned to face downrange and slid an arrow from my quiver. Okay, Buffy. Remember what Daenlin said and forget about the tournament. Just drill the dead center of your own target.

I did exactly that for the first flight.

After mentally rehearsing my rapid-fire, I looked at Sinia. She nodded, ready to turn her hourglass as soon as I touched the next arrow. My hand reached over one shoulder.

Thirty seconds later, with my bow lowered, the target judge stepped in front of my hits to score and verify. He then turned toward Sinia and his voice rang out, "Ten, ten, ten."

As I eyed my long range target, I didn't count up points or care about the score. I was shooting because I was born and trained to it. What little breeze there was came from directly behind me, and the sun was nearly overhead. I was a sniper, and long range was my forte. This target did not detect my presence and I had all the time in the world to take out its heart. I nocked an arrow and drew its destination into sharp focus.

"Ten!" yelled the target judge while I fit the next arrow's tail to my silk bowstring. As I drew tension, there was only myself, Slayer, a perfect elven arrow and the target. Nothing else mattered as I sent the arrow toward the heart of my straw victim.

I was more surprised by an explosion of applause from the crowd than by the judge confirming another bull's eye. Lowering my bow, I looked around as the applause grew into a repeating chant of the word, 'ten'.

After a moment of confusion, I realized they were chanting in hopes of a perfect round. It had been three years since Daenlin had shot the tourney's last ninety, and I was potentially one arrow away from that feat. I could see my guild mates in their finery as they waved at me. There was Alawen, nodding at me with an encouraging smile. Looking up to the blue and white covered royal box, the nobles appeared to be chatting among themselves. They were drinking from silver goblets and seemed unconcerned with events on the firing line. Finally, my eyes fell upon my master. Daenlin was pointing sternly at my target. He was right. I needed to block all this out and just focus on the task at hand.

I nocked my last arrow for this second round and raised my bow. As I drew some tension to aim, the chanting died away to be replaced by a welcome hush. Satisfied with my aim point, I drew silk to cheek and loosed. I held my enhanced focus long enough to see the arrow blossom in the ten ring, touching its two predecessors.

The target judge raised both hands in the air with all digits extended as he yelled, "Ten!" The word was quickly devoured in an explosion of cheers and applause. My eyes immediately sought Daenlin. As I saw him beaming at me, a dam of tears burst to flow freely down my cheeks. My master was proud of me.

"You were magnificent, my scout!"

I dragged my eyes from Daenlin to those of a warmly smiling Alawen. If she thought less of me for my tears, it didn't show. "Thank you, my ranger. I guess I'd better get off the firing line so you can shoot." Thanks to Daenlin's latest lesson, my next words came easily and without guilt, "May your arrows fly true, my friend."

Alawen shouldered her bow for a moment and placed both hands on my cheeks to wipe the tears away. She quietly said, "You are always a wet mess. At least it is not urine and the green slime of a wraith this time." The taller elf then pressed her lips briefly to my forehead. She stepped back and reached for her bow as I turned to leave the firing line.

I got another kiss on the forehead as I joined Daenlin to watch the rest of the shooters.

Alawen's second round was as impressive as her first, amassing the same incredible score of eighty nine. The shooters that followed all shot well, but by the end of the session, Alawen and I were tied for first place, three points ahead of the current champion.

Daenlin and I decided to just sit in the reviewing stands and watch some entertainment for the hour between second and third rounds. I noted that at the end of the second session of competition, Alawen had headed directly for the nearest stand of trees, likely to have some time away from the crowds.

Two men took to the shooting field. Perched on the forearm of one was a hawk-like bird sporting a leather hood. The other man carried a length of light rope and positioned himself well away from the bird man. Daenlin leaned close and said, "The bird is a hunting falcon. At the end of the light line is a lure with some meat attached." Presently one of the men began twirling his rope, paying out more and more of it until the lure at the end was circling him at a good distance. The other man lifted the hood from his falcon and the bird immediately took flight.

I was amazed to see the aerial dance that followed. The falcon rose and dove at the lure, only to have it artfully change path at the last moment which enticed the bird to attack again. After almost a dozen spectacular passes that each earned applause from the crowd, the falcon caught the lure and was rewarded by a well-earned meal.

Envious of the bird's full belly and needing to pee, I excused myself. A short time later, I returned to Daenlin with a light meal of boar sausage wrapped in flatbread that we shared. Musicians and tumbling acrobats now filled the shooting field with sound, movement and bright color. A passing jester in outlandish garb and a painted face walked right up to us and, with great fanfare, slipped a short-stemmed red rose into my hair. That earned him a smile from me and a pair of coins from Daenlin.

At the sound of three short trumpet blasts, the music stopped.

"Gentlefolk, your attention please." My eyes swept up toward the royal box to see the author of the polished voice. Fathis Aren stood with the magical speaking trumpet raised to his mouth. "I have been asked to remind you that the pending final session of competition is not the end of the tournament. You are invited to join Count Bravil and the judges here at sunset this very eve, for an awards ceremony to be followed by demonstrations of archery prowess. Traditional bonfires will then mark the official end of this year's tournament and the beginning of an evening of song, dance and merriment."

Several judges and city guards took to the field, encouraging entertainers and spectators alike to clear the shooting area. I gave Daenlin's hand a last squeeze as he rose and headed for the firing line.

Daenlin shot a magnificent round, dropping only one point during his rapid-fire flight. I watched as an eighty nine appeared on the scoreboard by his name. Three more plaques were then added to indicate his final total score of two sixty four for the match. By the time the red plaque was moved down beside my name, I was on my feet. A huge round of applause for Daenlin warmed my heart as he headed away from the firing line. Our callused bow fingers touched lightly as we passed each other.

I again focused only on my own shooting, placing all three arrows of my first flight into the target's center. During my rapid-fire, one arrow strayed into the nine ring. My long range flight was perfect. I had simply shot the best I could for this final round, just like Daenlin told me to.

Heading from the shooting area, I traded encouraging smiles with Alawen as we passed each other. By the time I received a big hug from Daenlin and was seated by his side, the scoreboard reflected both my eighty nine for this last round and my total score for the match of two sixty seven. I had dropped three points from a possible two seventy, and one of those points had been intentional.

Alawen nestled her first three arrows into the center of her target for a perfect first flight.

Once again, in less than half the time it would take Daenlin or I, she drilled her next trio into the bull's eye. She was like a flawless machine, majestic and intimidating.

The first arrow of her long range flight blossomed from the ten ring. Her second arrow impacted with a crack, as splinters showered the target judge standing nearby. The crowd went silent as Sinia signaled Alawen to cease fire. As the ranger lowered her bow, the judge flicked bits of wood from his tunic. He then carefully inspected the target. "Ten!" Alawen's second arrow had split and shattered her first.

The crowd ignited into cheers, caused not only by the feat of splitting an arrow but by the fact that Alawen now stood one shot away from a perfect score of ninety for this round. As during my second round, the sea of voices settled into a unified chant encouraging a final ten from Alawen.

I glanced at Daenlin and saw only admiration on his face. The elf truly lived and believed what he had taught me. And taught me he had, for I too was proud of Alawen.

The ranger's final shot and the judge's shout of "Ten!" brought the crowd to a pitch I had not heard that day. My hands were forced over my big ears as I watched the numbers crawl up to the pegs beside Alawen's name. The ninety she earned during this last round was then joined by her final score of two sixty eight - one point ahead of my score and four ahead of Daenlin's. Not even a perfect final round from one of the remaining shooters could wrest a well-deserved victory from my friend, the ranger of Anvil.

Having come to know Alawen, I could see her relief and even some of the nervous young girl emerge when she humbly lifted her bow to the crowd. As had happened several times during the tournament, her eyes then found mine and we exchanged smiles. She then made her way toward a small grove of trees. "Find comfort in the forest, sister wood elf," I whispered, "I will congratulate you tonight."

Daenlin and I remained in the stands to watch the rest of the finalists complete their last rounds. I studied the face of the old elf seated beside me as he cheered on each competitor with the full measure of his enthusiasm. I loved watching him revel in the majesty of archery. He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

I love this chapter!
I almost found myself cheering with the crowd when Buffy scored her ten! good on her!

"You are always a wet mess. At least it is not urine and the green slime of a wraith this time."

I couldn't help but giggle at this line. I love how Alawen is so honest an humourous with our Bosmerian Archer!

Envious of the bird's full belly and needing to pee, I excused myself.

Such a funny line! T.M.I would fit in here, but that's buffy for you! alway's sayingin exactly what she thinks

He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

What a wonderful concluding line to an amazing chapter

It would have been cool if Buffy had won the tourney, but somehow a little on the trite side.

But having Alawen win, well - that's just perfect. It keeps our Buffy a little more human (mer-ish?) and not quite perfect as our hero. She did her master proud in the end, and really, that's all that matters. Daenlin was just as I expected - happy to be beaten by two Bosmer archers better than himself.

And I'm a little sad that the competition's over. But isn't any good - no, great - game like that?

I like the way the final scores leave Buffy with the fact that she could have matched Alawen's total, if only she'd had her talk with Daenlin earlier. Not beaten it, just matched it, which is just about the right lesson for her. There is no better archer when she tries her best, but she's not the only one in that class.

It was a nice touch to know that Daenlin had scored a ninety at his peak. They're all part of the same club now.

Now to see how Alawen handles the victory, and what happens between her and Daenlin.

A most enjoyable episode! Buffy and Alawen's perfect scores reminded me of watching darts on television, and the way the crowd gets excited whenever someone throws four or five 180s as they may have a chance of throwing a nine-dart leg.

As a small criticism, maybe you would consider re-writing parts of this chapter to work a bit more on the building the atmosphere of the crowd? This is just my opinion, but I see it this way: The fans have had eight or so years of watching Daenlin clean up relatively uncontested. Now, all of a sudden, not one, but two, challengers have emerged, and both of them score a perfect ninety, which has not been seen for three years. This calls, IMHO, for some serious milking of the atmosphere. For instance, during Alawen's flight, the crowd have seen seven perfect arrows before you really bring them into the fray. Why not build it up more? You could maybe touch on the possibility of a secon perfect round at about arrow three or four, perhaps have the crowd hush knowingly at this point and Buffy commenting about how rare and unusual it would be, and how rapturous the celebrations would be, how Daenlin would be so proud and how Buffy feels about Alawen (because, despite their good friendship, I cannot believe Buffy does not fiercely want to win!)

Also, maybe work a bit more on the crowd's reaction. Have some fans comment on how amazing a feat it is. Maybe Regulus Terentius has had one too many Surilie's and offers the castle of Bravil to Alawen if he shoots the second perfect round of the day! IMHO, this is a good episode but might actually be better served broken up into two episodes, so you can really work the crowd.

Some ideas that I thought of:

"By the Nine!", cried one Bravil native from the stands, "this year's tournament is outstanding! I could die a happy servant of Mara if only she would grant me the favour of living long enough to see its conclusion."

"Tertius," another enthused, "I simply can't believe it. Daenlin's protege has come on in leaps and bounds. And this new sharpshooter....well, she is simply superb! Anyone of them would make a fine champion. Akatosh be praised!"

etc.

Anyway, please feel free to ignore this, or maybe implement the ideas in Buffy v.3!

Buffy is in the zone!

Look who is returning the favor!


10 10 10! Daenlin is so proud of you!


I really liked that line.
With the way I'm going I should just quote the whole chapter and say: “I liked this part”


Heart warming

I'm glad Alawen won! I've been rooting for her! And Buffy could have matched her score too if she hadn't missed intentionally. This is a great chapter. I really enjoyed reading it.

Okay, Buffy. Remember what Daenlin said and forget about the tournament. Just drill the dead center of your own target.

I did exactly that for the first flight.
This was expertly written. By making the second paragraph just a single, direct line, you accomplish so much here. This is one of those cases where an economy of words results in a more powerful statement.

After a moment of confusion, I realized they were chanting in hopes of a perfect round.
Oh noes, now they are going to jinx her chances! But Buffy pulls it out in spite of the crowd trying to curse her!

The falconeer was a good touch. There is one who comes to our local Ren Faires, and his birds are just amazing to watch. Teresa snapped a pic of him eating lunch!

And a thrilling conclusion to the finals, with Buffy and Alawen shooting their hearts out (and the centers of the targets!) The people of Bravil really got a treat. It is not every day you see an arrow split in two by another!

Perhaps best of all, we see the happy ending that Buffy thought so impossible just an episode ago. Her master is proud of her, and Alawen is still her friend. All with finally just doing what came natural to her, instead of letting her head get in the way!



nits:
"I have been asked me to remind you that the pending final session of competition is not the end of the tournament
I think you meant: "It has...

Allow me to offer up my humble congratulations to Alawen for a well-deserved victory in the Tournament of Archers, and also a humble congratulations to Buffy for being able let her competitive thoughts go so well. Good job to her splitting her arrow, as well. That's almost impossible to do.

Seeing her putting aside whatever her interests might have been and simply shooting her best and giving her best was a great moment to read.

Good job in the tournament Buffy! You were only robbed of first place by one point, and you are leaving with a highly respectable two-sixty-seven today. No one ever need know you pulled one of your points, but at the same time, knowing you did means that I am certain you would have tied Alawen for first if you had not. Nevertheless, I'm not one to cry over spilled hair conditioner, and you've already learned your lesson, so I shall say no more on the subject.

Congratulations again!

Magnificent!

I wonder, had Buffy not pulled that one shot, would we have seen a shoot-off between the ranger and the scout? One shot each at one of Count Terentius's eyes, another shot each for one of Countess Caro's eyes, and then we can go from there.

It was an amazing conclusion to the tournament. I hope that in years to come Buffy does achieve victory and add her own name to the champion's plaque after Alawen's and Daenlin's multiple entries.

My congratulations to Alawen's stunning performance. And a heartfelt hope to see her return next year.

Now, how did that red-haired Bosmer archress do in the finals?

As I eyed my long range target, I didn't count up points or care about the score. I was shooting because I was born and trained to it. What little breeze there was came from directly behind me, and the sun was nearly overhead. I was a sniper, and long range was my forte. This target did not detect my presence and I had all the time in the world to take out its heart. I nocked an arrow and drew its destination into sharp focus.

This passage made my heart sing for Buffy. All of her years of training, hard-earned experience, and recent personal growth led to the beauty and simplicity of this moment.

The competition was gripping! I loved to see the supportive gestures between Alawen, Buffy, and Daenlin. Alawen’s touch of humor as she headed to the firing line showed us how much Buffy’s support has meant to her. The lunch and entertainment were such a delight!

He was happy and he was proud of me; that was everything I had wanted, after all.

Her name might not be on the trophy, but this sounds like a win for Buffy.

This has to be my absolute top favorite chapter to date! Your expert weaving of emotion and action in this chapter is unsurpassed, I am left speechless! Bravo, Acadian !!!

I wonder if anyone who has overcome obstacles ever thought about the process itself. It is an expansion of self; an epiphany; a recognition of the infinite universe and our ultimate role within it.

Buffy now moves on to new adventures but does she really understand what has taken place here? It's clear that she does. Her support for Alewan is without conditions. That, in itself speaks volumes about her grasp of the meaning of life. She will kill for the sustenance required to live. She will seek to understand the greater purpose and appose the evil that destroys all living things; all hope, all kindness, all beauty, all purpose, all culture, all aspirations, all advancement, all glory, and, in the end, creation itself.

Wow you write so much while I'm distracted elsewhere!

"The only way you can disappoint me is by not shooting your very best." sums it up for me the best. You bring so much life to otherwise peripheral characters.

(I have to stop playing Fallout New Vegas and get back to the Elder Scrolls.)

Episode 111 saw Alawen earn top score in this year's Tournament of Archers. Daenlin gracefully took the results in perfect stride and, thanks to his teachings, so did Buffy. It turns out that the old paladin's prediction about their reactions was correct: 'If any one of you wins, it will be with grace and humility. The other two will rejoice in congratulations.'

Rihanae- Thank you! I'm so glad everything worked and you could feel the crowd cheering.

Rider- Thanks for that strong endorsement of our outcome. I believe we could have engineered things for any one of the top three contenders to win. I am glad Alawen won though. Not only does she deserve it, but what she brought to the tournament caused a great deal of growth for Buffy.

ghastley- I thank you also for endorsing Alawen's win. Buffy needs confidence to proceed to Kvatch. What she learned from her time in Peryite's realm about hunting Daedra helped greatly. The lesson she will take from the tournament is Daenlin's advice for her to unfurl her wings and not be held back by his shadow. Buffy realizes now what Daenlin has known for some time: that she is a Nirn-class archer.

Ceidwad- I thank you so much for those kind suggestions about taking some space to personalize and milk the crowd. Alas, we are concerned about the length of this already massive storyline. Further, we rather carefully crafted the episodes in a way that supports SubRosa bringing her rendition of the tale to post in a coordinated manner - lots of moving parts that included our episode counts and posting schedules. I also felt during the actual shooting of the finals, that these episodes needed to really focus on the drama within Buffy's heart. That translated to her intimate observations relating to the shooting of her, Daenlin and Alawen while hopefully providing an adequate 'feel' for the atmosphere of the day. The one departure we did make was that short break for the 'half time' festivities, but then right back to Buffy's drama. My intent was to be very much inside her head during the finals.

Were I to expand the episodes, I would certainly have added Buffy's observations on how the other seven finalists were shooting, more dialogue from Daenlin and, as you suggest, some more personalization of the crowd and festive feel. Thanks again!

King Coin- I'm so glad you were rooting for Alawen and that she won! I agree that she is fully deserving. Once she realized that Daenlin was ok with it, Buffy was very happy for Alawen.

SubRosa- I appreciate the 'economy of words' endorsement on that one passage of Buffy's shooting. The chatterbox is delighted to hear it as well! Seriously, I'm glad it worked because I was a little concerned about running overlong on the shooting. I'm glad the falconry worked to provide a brief 'half time' respite from the big event. To call the conclusion thrilling is so welcome to hear. My hope was that the winner would not be fully evident until well into this past episode. Thanks for the nit so I could fix it.

TK- Thank you! I agree that Alawen is a deserving champion. The icing on the cake is how very much Buffy learned about things that really matter. Her heart already knew, but Daenlin helped her get her blond head a little more synched up.

bobg- Thank you for understanding Buffy. She is a strong nurturer to those she holds dear. I think that explains her quickness to vengeance, willingness to subordinate her own interests, and strong loyalties.

Captain Hammer- Hee! A tie would have been fun indeed! I'm so glad you suggested using the Count as a target, since he comes close to that in our next episode. I also appreciate the inquiry regarding how the talented Teresa finished- the answer also coming right up in the first of two episodes that cover the evening awards ceremony. I'm sure Teresa will share the details of her her own exciting day in her rendition of the tournament - I bet that, like Buffy, she learned important things about more than shooting and winning.

Grits- High praise indeed coming one who has such a perfectly balanced touch at subtly and brilliantly conveying her characters. I'm so glad you agree how very much Buffy won here.

mALX- Thank you so much! This was exactly as you say - about trying to display what Buffy was feeling as the tourney progressed. Your wonderful words let me know that we were close to the mark!

MyCat- The episodes do add up! Coincidently, we are slowing our posting pace for several reasons - certainly one of which is to make it easier for readers to keep up. Thanks for the kind words on Buffy's efforts to bring her NPC friends to life.



"Our fifth place shooter, Teresa of the Faint Smile, Bravil Fighters Guild." The senior judge's deep voice was amplified by a magical speaking trumpet. His words resounded effortlessly through the night air into the crowded reviewing stands. Teresa touched one hand to the crimson and white Fighters Guild medallion around her neck. She then lifted an arm to the sound of applause. It was the same gesture used by her guild mates, Lum and Parwen, as their names had been called.

Schlera had been the first finalist to be announced, and had simply waved to the crowd. Zerina had loosed a fireball into the night sky when the judge called her name - much to the delight of those filling the stands. When Aradroth's name rang out, he simply stood motionless under his black hood.

All ten of us were gathered on a raised wooden platform in the middle of the shooting field, along with the three senior judges. Before the ceremony, we had each received a silken purse weighted with gold to reflect the relative position of our scores. Flames danced from giant torches that were each taller than an Altmer. These fiery brands were planted in a circle around the awards platform and mounted across the highest rows of the reviewing stands. They even flanked the scoreboard, bathing it in the flicker of their orange light. Also on the platform was a throne for Count Bravil, into which was poured the blue velvet-clad noble himself. Flanking the Count was Captain Viera Lerus and Court Mage Fathis Aren.

"Finishing in fourth place," continued the judge, "Riveus, Imperial Legion, Forester for County Bravil." The handsome Imperial flashed his sparkling teeth and, with great fanfare, saluted the crowd.

Daenlin was standing next to me and I noticed his eyes drift up to the scoreboard. It now reflected Alawen's name at the top, along with her incredible winning score. Firelight sparkled in my master's eyes and danced across his weathered features. I studied his face closely, looking for any sign of disappointment. All I saw was the simple joy of his passion for archery. This magnificent elf truly lived by his word and teachings, and I had never been prouder to be his apprentice.

"Gentle humans, mer and tailed folk," the crowd grew quiet at the judge's words, "the winner of this year's bronze arrow is a legend among archers. It gives me great honor to announce Daenlin, seven time champion from the City of Mara." The crowd exploded into cheers and applause as Daenlin waved. He then left my side to stand in front of Count Bravil.

Sinia, the Reguard who had served as judge on the firing line during the match, passed an arrow of bronze to the Count. Regulus Terentius remained slouched in his throne as he took the arrow. After looking at it with a frown, he held it out rather unceremoniously to Daenlin. "You lost my trophy, elf." The Count's voice was somewhat slurred and did not carry beyond the reviewing platform.

As Daenlin took the arrow, he said, "Forgive this humble archer, Milord. Perhaps his Lordship can win the trophy back with his own matchless tournament prowess next year."

Captain Lerus and Fathis Aren both stiffened at my master's words, but the Count responded with a nod, apparently assuming a compliment. Perhaps a day of drinking during the competition had rendered him unable to grasp Daenlin's intent.

Daenlin stepped back gracefully as angry magic tried to make its way to my clenched right fist. I noticed a faint smile that briefly appeared on Teresa's face as she rolled her emerald eyes at the Count. She was right; His Pompousness wasn't worth it. I allowed the illusion spell to subside.

I also saw a brief glare directed toward the Count from the senior judge before he quickly raised his speaking trumpet again. "The winner of this year's silver arrow is another child of Bravil. Dame Buffy, Knight Errant, Mages Guild, and protégée of Daenlin."

The crowd began to applaud, and a flash of light from the reviewing stands caught my eye. Instantly I realized what it was. Under the glow of an illumination spell, the assembled mages of my guild were standing and cheering. I approached the blue-clad noble.

"So, Marius Caro made the tiny tree elf a knight." The Count's words evaporated the smile caused by my guild mates. "I couldn't believe it when Alessia told me. What's Cyrodiil coming to?" Frowning, he rolled his bloodshot eyes and poked the silver arrow my way. "No wonder that fool has such problems down in Leyawiin."

"Thank you, Milord," I said as I took the arrow. I then backed away to rejoin Daenlin.

The judge gave me a sympathetic look as he again lifted the speaking trumpet. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. It gives me great pleasure to present this year's winner of the golden arrow. Hailing all the way from the Abecean coast, I give you Alawen, Ranger of Anvil and your new Champion Archer of Cyrodiil."

The crowd erupted with cheers that eventually settled into a chant of the ranger's name.

Alawen humbly raised an arm to the crowd. Her eyes then met mine, and the nervous look on her face yielded to a smile. I blew her a kiss.

I was delighted to see Daenlin grinning and enthusiastically applauding the ranger. I was a lucky elf. My master was satisfied with the tourney results and he was proud of me. The beautifully shy ranger, who called me friend, was now recognized for her skill which exceeded both mine and Daenlin's.

As Alawen approached the throne, I overheard the Count growl to Captain Lerus, "Yet another tree hugger? Why, for Oblivion's sake, does the Legion pay that worthless Riveus to patrol County Bravil if he can't even win an archery tournament for me?" The Count seemed somewhat more sober now, perhaps as a result of his pique.

The guard captain placed a hand gently on the Count's shoulder and admonished, with a bit more familiarity than I might have expected, "The Bosmer are well known for their skill with a bow, Milord."

"That little arrow seller was bad enough, Viera, but at least for seven years he kept my trophy here." The Count continued ranting, "Now the damn thing will go to Millona's court for the next year. I'll never hear the end of it." Finally, he took the golden arrow from Sinia, pushed it at Alawen and snapped, "Here!"

Alawen was clearly taken aback, as the smile I had managed to coax from her faded. Her only exposure to nobles had been the kindly Countess Millona Umbranox. I grew concerned as I realized the ranger was not worldly enough to have learned the necessity of sometimes suffering fools. She took the arrow in her right hand and slowly rotated the golden shaft until its broadhead was pointed at the Count. My heart leaped to my throat as a slight twitch in her left hand told me she might go for her bow. She was certainly fast enough to nock the Count's golden arrow and impale the drunken s'wit to his throne before anyone could stop her.

I started to panic; Alawen could never survive captivity in prison. I was almost ready to cry out when she lowered the arrow and simply backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief, I whispered, "Thank you, Mara." I then felt a bit foolish as I remembered that Alawen was in the service of Countess Millona to uphold the law - not break it. Despite her woodsy ways and unfamiliarity with civilization, the ranger was wiser in many ways than I.

The Count nodded for the ceremony to continue. Fathis Aren waved his hand, cascading the awards platform with a shower of harmless sparks that drew a hushed anticipation from the crowd.

Caccian Apinia had been quietly standing his post next to a small table on the awards platform. In response to a nod from Captain Lerus, he lifted the blue silken cloth that had covered the tournament trophy. Fathis then cast another spell which bathed the prize in brilliant light. The golden statue of an archer, with fully drawn bowstring, was half my height and stood upon a base engraved with the name of every past champion. Bittersweet tears threatened as I saw Alawen's name had now joined the repeated listing of Daenlin's.

The judge continued, "This trophy, which has resided in Castle Bravil for these past many years, has been emblazoned with the name of your new Champion Archer. It will soon sail for Castle Anvil, under escort provided by the Bravil Fighters Guild."

Sinia stepped down from the awards platform and headed toward the firing line. As prearranged, Daenlin, I and Alawen followed the Redguard.

The amplified words of the senior judge floated throughout the tourney grounds, "As is the custom at this point in the tournament, our top three archers have each agreed to provide a brief display for your entertainment. Please direct your attention toward the firing area."

I glanced over my shoulder and was relieved to see Count Bravil being escorted back to his raised private box of nobles, where he could do less harm.

You do make Count Regulus Terentius such a sympathetic figure in this one - so much the Bravil patriot! He really steals the show. But then again, stealing is what he does best.

I agree with ghastley - Count Terentius is such an epitome of nobility that he outshines all the other nobles of Cyrodiil. I am glad that Daenlin acknowledged it, and that Buffy and Alawen were awed by him.

Riiiigt.

I remember killing that fool (The Count of Bravil) in several of my games.

Everyone but Buffy knew from the start that Daenlin would be happy no matter what happened in the tournament as long as everyone tried their best. He wouldn't be so petty as to be upset over not getting a trophy.

I felt Buffy's worry there for a second. We wouldn't want Alawen to go to jail!

Escort by the Fighter's guild? I bet this is going to be in Teresa's story!

I'm looking forward to the entertainment display!

Good chapter!

And now we see why Alexander killed off Count Terentius in his fanfic Cyrodiil, ROFL !!!! Great chapter, I was rolling laughing at the Count's ramblings! Great Write !!!

I just had the thought that Daenlin has had to accept the trophy from the Count for the last seven years. If he's been as gracious every other time, you have to admire Daenlin's forbearance.

I never bother killing Regulus. One assumes that Gellius would replace him, even though the game doesn't implement that.

Congratulations, Dame Buffy

How lovely to open with Teresa! Seeing each of them through the other’s eyes has been such a delight throughout the Tournament. I love how the orange torchlight sets the mood. The mages using their spells for illumination was a wonderful touch!

Oh my goodness, Count Pompousness Terentius outdoes himself! If dark thoughts counted, Lucien would be busy handing out daggers all night. I’m looking forward to the archery show.

Greetings Paladin! I have spent a wonderful afternoon catching up on Buffy's brilliant Bosmer adventure and I am most pleased to see that she is still as sharp as a tack yet delicate and deadly as a nightshade plant. The archery contest has had me on the edge of my seat and you have done a great job introducing more characters into your charming Wood Elf's world. Bravo!

Man, I love Regulus Terentius. Say what you want about Cyrodiil's nobility, but at least they're interesting. Alawen's reaction was most sensible too - if you can't think of anything safe to say, don't say anything! Besides, if Terentius drew his sword and swung it at Alawen, he'd probably only miss and end up hitting Buffy next to her!