As buffy said, its about time Alawen got recognised for her skill!
And also the fact that Daenlin beat buffy and all he showed jer was congratuations showed what a gret guy and teacher her is
Great write!
Full Version: Buffy the Bowgirl, Book 1, Thread 4
Even though I would have loved to have seen Buffy win, I am thrilled that Alawen got the golden arrow!
As buffy said, its about time Alawen got recognised for her skill!
And also the fact that Daenlin beat buffy and all he showed jer was congratuations showed what a gret guy and teacher her is
Great write!
As buffy said, its about time Alawen got recognised for her skill!
And also the fact that Daenlin beat buffy and all he showed jer was congratuations showed what a gret guy and teacher her is
Great write!
During Episode 112, the ten finalists were honored at a night awards ceremony. The top three finishers were presented ceremonial arrows of bronze, silver and gold by Count Bravil. The tournament trophy was on display and we learned it would soon sail for Castle Anvil. The episode ended as the top three archers approached the firing line to entertain the crowd with displays of trick shooting.
ghastley- I suspect Daenlin was better treated by the Count in the past as long as he was still winning the Count's trophy for Bravil.
Rider- Hee! I see Regulus Terentius continues to live down to his reputation.
KC- Thank you! SubRosa and I figured the trophy was pretty valuable, so we agreed that having it sent by ship to Anvil with a FG escort was appropriate.
mALX- Thank you! I'm so glad the Count unintentionally provided some of the entertainment for the ceremony!
Zalphon- Why thank you. Buffy is humbled by your congratulations to her.
Grits- Thank you. Buffy was just so darned focused on her drama with Daenlin and Alawen, and what was in front of her own bow during the actual competition. Therefore, I really wanted to include at least a brief run down and some mentions of the other competitors here.
hazmick- It's so wonderful to have you back and I thank you for your kind insights!
Ceidwad- I agree. Several of the nobles in Cyrodiil are really interesting. Some are likeable, even admirable, while others of course are far from either. Buffy may be a knight, and welcome in the Court of Leyawiin, but if she can avoid Castle Bravil, she's a happy elf.
Rihanae- Thank you so much. Alawen is truly a deserving champion, Buffy did her master proud and Daenlin is happy with the results. What else could an elven bowgirl want?
Once Daenlin, Alawen and I reached the firing line, we prepared for our demonstrations. Props and targets were quickly set up and arranged as we had previously detailed to the target handlers.
Daenlin was first up with his traditional trick shot. An apple was suspended from a wooden frame and set in swinging motion. The old Bosmer's arrow pierced the fruit in mid swing, causing it to burst apart. Applause filled the night air.
As the crowd quieted, I stepped up the firing line to face a long range target. Drawing two arrows, I handed them to the young target handler who stood at my right side. He dipped the points of both into a small iron urn at his feet. The arrowheads emerged covered by a very thick dark liquid. He then passed one over a nearby torch and fire leaped to its tip. As I nocked the flaming arrow and aimed, he similarly lit the second one and held it ready.
Satisfied with windage and knowing the range, I elevated the brightly burning tip of the arrow and loosed it into the night sky. I quickly nocked the second and aimed with normal trajectory. When my silent count reached a predetermined point, I fully drew and released the bowstring. Both arrows struck the target almost simultaneously, bursting it aflame. Although I welcomed the cheers, it was the look of pride on my master's face that once again swelled my heart. I stepped back, yielding the firing line to Alawen.
Three targets were placed at medium range with several paces laterally separating them. The ranger stepped up to the firing line in front of the left target and stood with her bow lowered.
Suddenly, one hand snaked into her quiver. Even as her arrow blossomed from the first target, Alawen dove into a right shoulder roll. Her bow never touched the ground, and a moment later she was on her feet loosing an arrow into the center target. After another shoulder roll to the right, she quickly sunk a third arrow into her final straw victim.
Alawen's entire demonstration took mere seconds, but the towering torches that illuminated the target line revealed three bull's eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd erupted in cheers, howls and applause for the Champion Archer of Cyrodiil.
As the noise began to subside, I heard the senior judge's voice as it magically carried through the air. "So concludes this year's Tournament of Archers. The judging panel wishes to thank all ten of our superb finalists for their inspired performance. Thank you as well to the fair city of Bravil for hosting this wonderful event. The next location in queue for the tournament is Kvatch but, as you know, that city tragically remains under fiery siege. We therefore hope you will make plans to join us after fall harvest in the city of Cheydinhal for next year's Tournament of Archers. The night is young and I hope you will linger for a long evening of music, dance and merriment."
A final round of applause gradually yielded to the sounds of music, countless conversations and the shouts of merchants anticipating plenty of business.
Daenlin, Alawen and I heartily congratulated each other.
"Will you be staying long in Bravil, Champion?" asked Daenlin.
Alawen stared blankly. After a moment she seemed to realize the title referred to her. "No, Master Daenlin. I will return to Bawnwatch Camp now, then leave for Anvil before dawn."
I asked, "Do you have enough of that hair conditioner I gave you to get home?"
"I think so," she replied.
"I've lived long enough to understand a little about women," said Daenlin with a smile. He then ran a hand over his balding head. "The hair talk clearly means you ladies have things to discuss that don't involve me. Alawen, safe journey to you and, again, congratulations on your well-deserved title. Buffy, I'll be talking with the judges. Find me after you two say your goodbyes." The elf then gently tapped me on the nose with a finger, smiled at Alawen and stepped off to where the judges were now hoisting their cups.
"Would you like me to walk with you to the stable?" I asked.
The ranger smiled and shook her head. "Your place is here, young elf. I hope you will visit me should your travels bring you to the Gold Coast though."
"You can count on it," I replied. My hand slipped into a pouch at my waist and drew out a small package. "I saw this in one of the merchant tents and wanted you to have it."
Alawen unwrapped the parcel to reveal a delicate neck chain from which was suspended the small figure of a golden lion. She stared at me with moist eyes.
"You carry the mark of a lion," I said. "That means something special."
Alawen handed me the necklace and turned around. I reached up and fastened it around the taller mer's neck.
She turned to face me again. "I'm afraid I didn't get you anything."
"Yes you did," I replied, blinking back tears. "More than you know."
"We will both cry if we do not stop this." Alawen then pulled me into her arms. "I will miss you."
Her cuirass smelled comfortably of saddle soap as she held me. I could feel a gentle hand stroking my hair and knew that Alawen was thinking of her mother, Diana. She could hold me as long as she needed to.
After a long time, the ranger's embrace loosened. Her fingers finally trailed through my hair for the last time as she took a small step back. A moment later she spoke, "Thank you for your kindness and understanding, my friend. Sweet waters and green paths to you."
"Golden grasses and Abecean sunsets to you, my champion," I replied.
I watched the ranger as she headed for the stable, hoping that I would someday see her again.
As I turned to look for Daenlin, the tourney grounds remained brilliantly lit by the giant torches, augmented now by dozens of bonfires. I remembered the judge's words that Kvatch would be unable to host the tournament next year. My eyes followed the flames and sparks up into the night. Could Savlian could see the same stars as I? No, I decided. His sky was marred by endless streaks of lightning and fast moving dark clouds. "Hold your line, brave man. I'll get the help you need to end that siege and I'll be there just as soon as I can. I promise."
Shortly, I found Daenlin talking with the judges. The Imperial in charge said, "Congratulations on your silver arrow, young lady. Would you consider an informal shooting demonstration encore for my judges?"
"Me? I expect my master could provide a better performance than I."
Daenlin smiled but shook his head. "Unfurl those wings, my butterfly. It's you they want to see, and for good reason."
Sinia warmly nodded her agreement and prompted, "Tell us what equipment you need."
After studying the encouraging faces around me, I said, "I would like a single target at close range, a table and a small wooden stool." As the props were being arranged, I removed my boots and vest.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
1. The video clip was brought to my attention almost two years ago by Mrs Acadian. I was completely enthralled by it. So much so, that it spawned the inspiration for our tournament storyline.
2. We'll take a short break now. I leave in a few days for a periodic pilgrimage to visit Acadian Sr as he emerges from his ninetieth winter. The Tournament of Archers storyline began when Buffy arrived in Bravil to await word of assistance for Kvatch from the Council of Mages, and it will end when Buffy is recalled to the University. There are seven episodes remaining in the storyline. I could certainly post another before I leave, but right after the awards ceremony here is a convenient point to pause. So, I will be here for several days, then gone to a land of no computers for a week. I'll then return, catch up on things here for a day or so, and post our next episode on 17 June.
ghastley- I suspect Daenlin was better treated by the Count in the past as long as he was still winning the Count's trophy for Bravil.
Rider- Hee! I see Regulus Terentius continues to live down to his reputation.
KC- Thank you! SubRosa and I figured the trophy was pretty valuable, so we agreed that having it sent by ship to Anvil with a FG escort was appropriate.
mALX- Thank you! I'm so glad the Count unintentionally provided some of the entertainment for the ceremony!
Zalphon- Why thank you. Buffy is humbled by your congratulations to her.
Grits- Thank you. Buffy was just so darned focused on her drama with Daenlin and Alawen, and what was in front of her own bow during the actual competition. Therefore, I really wanted to include at least a brief run down and some mentions of the other competitors here.
hazmick- It's so wonderful to have you back and I thank you for your kind insights!
Ceidwad- I agree. Several of the nobles in Cyrodiil are really interesting. Some are likeable, even admirable, while others of course are far from either. Buffy may be a knight, and welcome in the Court of Leyawiin, but if she can avoid Castle Bravil, she's a happy elf.
Rihanae- Thank you so much. Alawen is truly a deserving champion, Buffy did her master proud and Daenlin is happy with the results. What else could an elven bowgirl want?
* * *
113 The Tournament of Archers, Part 28- These Elves Can Shoot!
Once Daenlin, Alawen and I reached the firing line, we prepared for our demonstrations. Props and targets were quickly set up and arranged as we had previously detailed to the target handlers.
Daenlin was first up with his traditional trick shot. An apple was suspended from a wooden frame and set in swinging motion. The old Bosmer's arrow pierced the fruit in mid swing, causing it to burst apart. Applause filled the night air.
As the crowd quieted, I stepped up the firing line to face a long range target. Drawing two arrows, I handed them to the young target handler who stood at my right side. He dipped the points of both into a small iron urn at his feet. The arrowheads emerged covered by a very thick dark liquid. He then passed one over a nearby torch and fire leaped to its tip. As I nocked the flaming arrow and aimed, he similarly lit the second one and held it ready.
Satisfied with windage and knowing the range, I elevated the brightly burning tip of the arrow and loosed it into the night sky. I quickly nocked the second and aimed with normal trajectory. When my silent count reached a predetermined point, I fully drew and released the bowstring. Both arrows struck the target almost simultaneously, bursting it aflame. Although I welcomed the cheers, it was the look of pride on my master's face that once again swelled my heart. I stepped back, yielding the firing line to Alawen.
Three targets were placed at medium range with several paces laterally separating them. The ranger stepped up to the firing line in front of the left target and stood with her bow lowered.
Suddenly, one hand snaked into her quiver. Even as her arrow blossomed from the first target, Alawen dove into a right shoulder roll. Her bow never touched the ground, and a moment later she was on her feet loosing an arrow into the center target. After another shoulder roll to the right, she quickly sunk a third arrow into her final straw victim.
Alawen's entire demonstration took mere seconds, but the towering torches that illuminated the target line revealed three bull's eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd erupted in cheers, howls and applause for the Champion Archer of Cyrodiil.
As the noise began to subside, I heard the senior judge's voice as it magically carried through the air. "So concludes this year's Tournament of Archers. The judging panel wishes to thank all ten of our superb finalists for their inspired performance. Thank you as well to the fair city of Bravil for hosting this wonderful event. The next location in queue for the tournament is Kvatch but, as you know, that city tragically remains under fiery siege. We therefore hope you will make plans to join us after fall harvest in the city of Cheydinhal for next year's Tournament of Archers. The night is young and I hope you will linger for a long evening of music, dance and merriment."
A final round of applause gradually yielded to the sounds of music, countless conversations and the shouts of merchants anticipating plenty of business.
Daenlin, Alawen and I heartily congratulated each other.
"Will you be staying long in Bravil, Champion?" asked Daenlin.
Alawen stared blankly. After a moment she seemed to realize the title referred to her. "No, Master Daenlin. I will return to Bawnwatch Camp now, then leave for Anvil before dawn."
I asked, "Do you have enough of that hair conditioner I gave you to get home?"
"I think so," she replied.
"I've lived long enough to understand a little about women," said Daenlin with a smile. He then ran a hand over his balding head. "The hair talk clearly means you ladies have things to discuss that don't involve me. Alawen, safe journey to you and, again, congratulations on your well-deserved title. Buffy, I'll be talking with the judges. Find me after you two say your goodbyes." The elf then gently tapped me on the nose with a finger, smiled at Alawen and stepped off to where the judges were now hoisting their cups.
"Would you like me to walk with you to the stable?" I asked.
The ranger smiled and shook her head. "Your place is here, young elf. I hope you will visit me should your travels bring you to the Gold Coast though."
"You can count on it," I replied. My hand slipped into a pouch at my waist and drew out a small package. "I saw this in one of the merchant tents and wanted you to have it."
Alawen unwrapped the parcel to reveal a delicate neck chain from which was suspended the small figure of a golden lion. She stared at me with moist eyes.
"You carry the mark of a lion," I said. "That means something special."
Alawen handed me the necklace and turned around. I reached up and fastened it around the taller mer's neck.
She turned to face me again. "I'm afraid I didn't get you anything."
"Yes you did," I replied, blinking back tears. "More than you know."
"We will both cry if we do not stop this." Alawen then pulled me into her arms. "I will miss you."
Her cuirass smelled comfortably of saddle soap as she held me. I could feel a gentle hand stroking my hair and knew that Alawen was thinking of her mother, Diana. She could hold me as long as she needed to.
After a long time, the ranger's embrace loosened. Her fingers finally trailed through my hair for the last time as she took a small step back. A moment later she spoke, "Thank you for your kindness and understanding, my friend. Sweet waters and green paths to you."
"Golden grasses and Abecean sunsets to you, my champion," I replied.
I watched the ranger as she headed for the stable, hoping that I would someday see her again.
As I turned to look for Daenlin, the tourney grounds remained brilliantly lit by the giant torches, augmented now by dozens of bonfires. I remembered the judge's words that Kvatch would be unable to host the tournament next year. My eyes followed the flames and sparks up into the night. Could Savlian could see the same stars as I? No, I decided. His sky was marred by endless streaks of lightning and fast moving dark clouds. "Hold your line, brave man. I'll get the help you need to end that siege and I'll be there just as soon as I can. I promise."
Shortly, I found Daenlin talking with the judges. The Imperial in charge said, "Congratulations on your silver arrow, young lady. Would you consider an informal shooting demonstration encore for my judges?"
"Me? I expect my master could provide a better performance than I."
Daenlin smiled but shook his head. "Unfurl those wings, my butterfly. It's you they want to see, and for good reason."
Sinia warmly nodded her agreement and prompted, "Tell us what equipment you need."
After studying the encouraging faces around me, I said, "I would like a single target at close range, a table and a small wooden stool." As the props were being arranged, I removed my boots and vest.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
1. The video clip was brought to my attention almost two years ago by Mrs Acadian. I was completely enthralled by it. So much so, that it spawned the inspiration for our tournament storyline.
2. We'll take a short break now. I leave in a few days for a periodic pilgrimage to visit Acadian Sr as he emerges from his ninetieth winter. The Tournament of Archers storyline began when Buffy arrived in Bravil to await word of assistance for Kvatch from the Council of Mages, and it will end when Buffy is recalled to the University. There are seven episodes remaining in the storyline. I could certainly post another before I leave, but right after the awards ceremony here is a convenient point to pause. So, I will be here for several days, then gone to a land of no computers for a week. I'll then return, catch up on things here for a day or so, and post our next episode on 17 June.
What a brilliant finale to the tourney! A teary goodbye to our ranger friend and further thoughts of a certain guard captain 
The announcer's reminder of Kvatch really opened up Bravil as part of Tamriel with day to day life carrying on even with such a crisis underway.
I loved the three archer's displays, Alawen proving just why she is the champion with the other two Bosmer bowpersons showing just how darn good they are. Good sportsmanship all round. The video at the end was brilliant! It's not hard to imagine Buffy doing that...minus The Hoff (I don't think he'd fit in, in Bravil)
I hope you have a great week visiting Pappa Acadian
The announcer's reminder of Kvatch really opened up Bravil as part of Tamriel with day to day life carrying on even with such a crisis underway. I loved the three archer's displays, Alawen proving just why she is the champion with the other two Bosmer bowpersons showing just how darn good they are. Good sportsmanship all round. The video at the end was brilliant! It's not hard to imagine Buffy doing that...minus The Hoff (I don't think he'd fit in, in Bravil)
I hope you have a great week visiting Pappa Acadian
I think I had as much fun watching the Hoff's reaction as I did watching the girl shoot. Doesn't she perform for Cirque Soleil?
Lovely farewell scene between Alanwen and Buffy. And dearest Daenlin for taking the hair talk as a signal to diplomatically depart with his usual endearing style. The necklace is an appropriate gift for the lion girl.
Have a good trip with Papa Paladin. I hope the two of you have a great time swapping stories and just being together. May good weather smile upon you both. May the wind be at your backs. And though we've never met, please give my regards to your Dad, for he's certainly earned it with his service to our country.
Lovely farewell scene between Alanwen and Buffy. And dearest Daenlin for taking the hair talk as a signal to diplomatically depart with his usual endearing style. The necklace is an appropriate gift for the lion girl.
Have a good trip with Papa Paladin. I hope the two of you have a great time swapping stories and just being together. May good weather smile upon you both. May the wind be at your backs. And though we've never met, please give my regards to your Dad, for he's certainly earned it with his service to our country.
You have my warmest wishes for a comfortable journey and a visit that exceeds your expectations.
Even more than the exciting displays of skills or the sweet exchanges between elven friends, I am touched here by how Buffy is so powerfully drawn to Kvatch. Despite her occasionally, um, short attention span and whimsy, her heart remains constant. I am reminded that though her steps may take her in different directions, each one makes her stronger and brings her in some way closer to Savlian.
Even more than the exciting displays of skills or the sweet exchanges between elven friends, I am touched here by how Buffy is so powerfully drawn to Kvatch. Despite her occasionally, um, short attention span and whimsy, her heart remains constant. I am reminded that though her steps may take her in different directions, each one makes her stronger and brings her in some way closer to Savlian.
Buffy's two arrows on one target takes the cake in my opinion. Alawen is the quick shooting champion!
The goodbyes were so sweet, and Buffy even brought a gift. Good thing they go the Very Important issue of the conditioner settled before hand. I would love to see Alawen in Buffy's journal again!
The goodbyes were so sweet, and Buffy even brought a gift. Good thing they go the Very Important issue of the conditioner settled before hand. I would love to see Alawen in Buffy's journal again!
Two arrows that ignite their target... Note to self, don't make the archer mad...
This whole chapter sang to me, especially the Bosmeri she-archers' tearful goodbye. But this,
this was simply beautiful. Be safe and enjoy your trip
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"Golden grasses and Abecean sunsets to you, my champion," I replied.
this was simply beautiful. Be safe and enjoy your trip
You finally got to post the vid that inspired the Tourney for all of us to enjoy !!! WOO HOO Buffy !!! Awesome Write, Acadian !!! Just AWESOME !!!!
Be safe on your trip, and talk to your father of Superian !! <333
Be safe on your trip, and talk to your father of Superian !! <333
Okay, this is going to be one ginormous review (omg, I didn't know ginormous was a real word, but it's not underlined with the spelling-error line! lol).
Chapters 8-10
Ch. 8--Water Makes Her Clothes Fall Off So, I guess she has to be really careful not to be out in the rain! 
Great title! I love it.
Buffy has such a loveable and yet frightening personality! I love that! She may be small, and she can be tremendously sweet--but cross her and you're in for a big surprise. Earana was lucky perhaps, that Buffy had enough self-control to let it go "for now." Perhaps one of these days, that nasty Altmer will get her comeuppance if she runs across someone with less self-control than Buffy. I'm glad Buffy didn't give her the book.
Magic can be quite disconcerting for horses...--I am glad you made this point, because it makes sense, and it's not something I ever really considered until you said it.
I like the way you portrayed Jauffre in Buffy's perspective--he doesn't seem as likeable, and that is good because it sets Buffy's encounter with him apart from most of the others. I always liked him, but I like having the change of perspective with Buffy.
When Jauffre told her she must find Martin, her reaction was priceless, and I'm finding it to be classically Buffy. She got defensive right from the start, and when she says, "You're not the boss of me!" I chuckled to myself--it sounds like something a child would say to a sibling, and it's so very fitting with the young, tiny wood elf who isn't used to this kind of thing!
*****
Ch. 9--Ride Fast and Shoot Straight
In this chapter, I'm seeing some changes in Buffy's perspective that show growth and learning. When she admits to herself that the guard who arrested her was just doing his job, I smiled to myself. It can be hard to admit when you have been in the wrong, but doing so shows intelligence and humility. I am glad to see this.
My most precious possession was between my legs after all. And of course, it was Superian! Good job throwing us readers for a loop there! She really loves that horse, and it's sweet.
And so, Buffy watched the highway man die slowly and painfully. One of those cases where you see the darker side of the sweet little wood elf--be kind to her and her own, and she'll be your friend for life. Cross her and you just dug your own grave!
******
Ch. 10--You Don't Look Like a Mage
First off, I loved the detailed descriptions you gave of the goblins at Derelict Mine. It was done very well and made the image of them much easier to conjure up in my mind, and also made them seem more real.
motley crew FTW!
Goblin blood was red like mine. I wasn't sure why that surprised me.--It's human nature to view something like a goblin as being alien, so to find a similarity in something so vital as blood, would be a somewhat shocking revelation. Maybe humans/elves and goblins aren't all that different after all...?
Something that really stood out in this chapter was the scene with Sinderion. The way Buffy views him is excellent, and he becomes even more likeable than he is in game. I especially loved the way you introduced the Nirnroot quest! It was original and creative, and I give you kudos for coming up with such a great way to open that quest!
When Buffy learned how to use the Call of Corsair, that was very interesting. I like the way Superian reacted to being suddenly transported to a different location! It's very fitting for a horse.
All of it was excellent!
Chapters 8-10
Ch. 8--Water Makes Her Clothes Fall Off
So, I guess she has to be really careful not to be out in the rain! Great title! I love it.
Buffy has such a loveable and yet frightening personality! I love that! She may be small, and she can be tremendously sweet--but cross her and you're in for a big surprise. Earana was lucky perhaps, that Buffy had enough self-control to let it go "for now." Perhaps one of these days, that nasty Altmer will get her comeuppance if she runs across someone with less self-control than Buffy. I'm glad Buffy didn't give her the book.
Magic can be quite disconcerting for horses...--I am glad you made this point, because it makes sense, and it's not something I ever really considered until you said it.
I like the way you portrayed Jauffre in Buffy's perspective--he doesn't seem as likeable, and that is good because it sets Buffy's encounter with him apart from most of the others. I always liked him, but I like having the change of perspective with Buffy.
When Jauffre told her she must find Martin, her reaction was priceless, and I'm finding it to be classically Buffy. She got defensive right from the start, and when she says, "You're not the boss of me!" I chuckled to myself--it sounds like something a child would say to a sibling, and it's so very fitting with the young, tiny wood elf who isn't used to this kind of thing!
*****
Ch. 9--Ride Fast and Shoot Straight
In this chapter, I'm seeing some changes in Buffy's perspective that show growth and learning. When she admits to herself that the guard who arrested her was just doing his job, I smiled to myself. It can be hard to admit when you have been in the wrong, but doing so shows intelligence and humility. I am glad to see this.
My most precious possession was between my legs after all.
And of course, it was Superian! Good job throwing us readers for a loop there! She really loves that horse, and it's sweet. And so, Buffy watched the highway man die slowly and painfully. One of those cases where you see the darker side of the sweet little wood elf--be kind to her and her own, and she'll be your friend for life. Cross her and you just dug your own grave!
******
Ch. 10--You Don't Look Like a Mage
First off, I loved the detailed descriptions you gave of the goblins at Derelict Mine. It was done very well and made the image of them much easier to conjure up in my mind, and also made them seem more real.
motley crew
FTW!Goblin blood was red like mine. I wasn't sure why that surprised me.--It's human nature to view something like a goblin as being alien, so to find a similarity in something so vital as blood, would be a somewhat shocking revelation. Maybe humans/elves and goblins aren't all that different after all...?
Something that really stood out in this chapter was the scene with Sinderion. The way Buffy views him is excellent, and he becomes even more likeable than he is in game. I especially loved the way you introduced the Nirnroot quest! It was original and creative, and I give you kudos for coming up with such a great way to open that quest!
When Buffy learned how to use the Call of Corsair, that was very interesting. I like the way Superian reacted to being suddenly transported to a different location! It's very fitting for a horse.
All of it was excellent!
As the others have said, your portrayal of the besotted Count really brought episode 112 to life. Daenlin's not to subtle dig at his tournament prowess. All the more delightful by how it soared clear above His Drunkenness' head.
Episode 113 is of course bittersweet, as all endings are and we see new friends go their separate ways. A parting all the more emotional for Buffy with the secret that she carries of Alawen's parentage. Hopefully we will indeed see the shy ranger from the Gold Coast again some day. At the next tournament at least!
And now, I see Buffy's thoughts turning to Kvatch. Ever since the beginning of this tale, we have seen her destiny brewing there. I have the feeling it is finally about to reach its boiling point.
Episode 113 is of course bittersweet, as all endings are and we see new friends go their separate ways. A parting all the more emotional for Buffy with the secret that she carries of Alawen's parentage. Hopefully we will indeed see the shy ranger from the Gold Coast again some day. At the next tournament at least!
And now, I see Buffy's thoughts turning to Kvatch. Ever since the beginning of this tale, we have seen her destiny brewing there. I have the feeling it is finally about to reach its boiling point.
WHEW! Finally caught up after starting all the way back in Thread 1.
This story has been an absolute joy to read! I love the character of Buffy--she has matured greatly over the course of the story, yet there is still much she must learn about both the world, and herself. I also love how every "storyline" seems to impart a different lesson on Buffy--during this one, for example, she learned several, including upholding personal integrity, staying true to oneself, and humility. Oh, and how to deal with the unwanted advances of sleazy men at bars.
The character of Acadian is also very intriguing--given his advanced age and experience, one might expect him to "guide the story" moreso than the title character, yet I am pleased that he conciously makes the decision to let our Bowgirl make her own choices--even if they could potentially take her down a darker path, as they almost did in the Dark Brotherhood storyline. Giving Acadian an actual voice presented another attempt at developing the character, and I was pleased at how masterfully you wrote it.
Finally, your descriptions of archery in the world of TES are a thrill to read. I was never one to play archers in my games (I usually stuck to the more close-combat characters), but your vivid descriptions of the art of the bow have certainly been a pleasure to read.
I am definitely looking forward to reading more of Buffy's adventures, and I can't wait for the next part! Great job on the story, and on your skills as a writer!
This story has been an absolute joy to read! I love the character of Buffy--she has matured greatly over the course of the story, yet there is still much she must learn about both the world, and herself. I also love how every "storyline" seems to impart a different lesson on Buffy--during this one, for example, she learned several, including upholding personal integrity, staying true to oneself, and humility. Oh, and how to deal with the unwanted advances of sleazy men at bars.
The character of Acadian is also very intriguing--given his advanced age and experience, one might expect him to "guide the story" moreso than the title character, yet I am pleased that he conciously makes the decision to let our Bowgirl make her own choices--even if they could potentially take her down a darker path, as they almost did in the Dark Brotherhood storyline. Giving Acadian an actual voice presented another attempt at developing the character, and I was pleased at how masterfully you wrote it.
Finally, your descriptions of archery in the world of TES are a thrill to read. I was never one to play archers in my games (I usually stuck to the more close-combat characters), but your vivid descriptions of the art of the bow have certainly been a pleasure to read.
I am definitely looking forward to reading more of Buffy's adventures, and I can't wait for the next part! Great job on the story, and on your skills as a writer!
In Episode 113, the top three tournament finishers each provided a brief display of trick shooting. The senior judge then announced the end of the formal ceremonies and invited the crowd to remain for a long evening of celebration. He also explained that although Kvatch was next in queue, that city's fiery siege rendered hosting the tournament impossible. He announced Cheydinhal as the next tournament site. After a tearful goodbye to Alawen, Buffy joined Daenlin for the festivities.
All- My pilgrimage to visit Acadian Sr. went well and I thank everyone for the kind wishes.
Although we spent some time discussing the inevitable future and his wishes, there was time to talk about past loves that went by such names as Phantom, Corsair and Superian.
hazmick- Thank you for your wonderful summary that honed right in on everything I hoped you would!
Rider- I have been chomping at the bit for so very long to post that video of 'Buffy's finale'! Thank you for the kind words regarding Alawen and Daenlin.
Grits- Given how wonderfully rich your own characters are, I am humbled that you were touched by the farewell between Buffy and Alawen. It felt good to tie the farewell back to the time Alawen and Buffy spent doing each others hair and learning much about each other. I thank you so much for your endorsement of how we have tried to portray Buffy's bigger objective and the fiery city in which she hopes to find it.
KC- We thank you so much for liking Buffy's demo the best of the three! Like you, Buffy would love to see Alawen again. I expect she will, but not in this current book.
Zalphon- Thank you for enjoying Buffy's two arrow trick, flame enhanced this time.
RainbowVeins - I'm so glad you enjoyed the tearful goodbye between Buffy and Alawen. Their final wishes for each other were indeed very traditionally elven and I'm delighted you found the words beautiful.
mALX- Thank you! I know you have seen that video clip before and I'm so glad you enjoyed it and how it fit into the story. Acadian Sr did clarify a couple points on the real Superian for me. She was a large thoroughbred who competed as a hunter/jumper and was the granddaughter of Gallant Fox. I had been unsure how far removed from Gallant Fox her lineage was. She was tolerant of strangers, but in typical thoroughbred fashion, high strung, full of energy and very much the one man horse of my grandfather.
Lady Syl- My goodness. What a beautiful and nostalgic review of some of Buffy's older episodes. You so thoughtfully drew out so very much of what I hoped you would. I think you can see why I like Syl so much with her dark and light sides, for Buffy shares some of that with her. They both approach things from a perspective of physical vulnerability due in part to their small stature. Buffy's vengeance and cruelty toward her foes is, oddly enough, brought forth by either a very defensive and nurturing response to a threat against those she holds dear or a highly developed sense of self-preservation when she is in danger herself. Buffy is fascinated by goblins, so I'm glad you enjoyed our lingering on their description and behavior some.
SubRosa- Thank you for enjoying how we portrayed the Count and for your very consistent references to him via Teresa's eyes during the tourney. Buffy and I both quite adore Alawen and join you in hoping to see her again in the future. And thank you for drawing out the significance of Kvatch. Buffy will linger in Bravil for a few days now until she is recalled to the University (in about eight episodes). Once that happens, her focus on Kvatch will become rather obsessive and she will be loathe to tolerate any further delays.
Khajiit_Thief01- What a joy to have you caught up! I thank you for those kind words and perceptions regarding Buffy and Acadian.
Once Antoine and I eased Superian's saddle onto her pad, he began adjusting the girth while I fitted her bridle. I asked, "How much did you lose by betting on me to win the tourney?"
"A month's pay," he replied then quickly added, "but I'd bet on Superian's elf again if the tournament was tomorrow."
I paused and smiled, "That's sweet of you, Antoine. And just exactly how much does Isabeau pay you each month?"
After he told me, I dug into my coin purse and counted out the amount of his modest monthly wage. "Here, I have some extra gold from a recent treasure hunt along the Panther River."
The Breton's face flushed with more color than its normal ruddy tone. "You don't have to-"
"Yes I do," I interrupted, pressing the coins into his hand. Closing the subject, I added, "It looks like a nice morning for a ride."
Antoine pocketed the gold. "Sure does. Even better with all them noisy merchants and crowds gone. The horses are happier too with the tournament over. Is Superian staying in Bravil much longer?"
"Oh, I expect we'll leave within a few days." As I led my saddled mare to the corral gate, she was bouncing her head and starting to prance with energy. "I'm just waiting to be called back on business to the Arcane University. I'll miss being home, but I know Superian will be happy to be on the road."
"Speaking of roads," a concerned look clouded the stable hand's features, "watch out for trolls during your ride."
"Trolls?" I paused, my hand on the gate.
"Aye," said Antoine, "Olava, from the chapel, brought a basket of carrots out here for Button early this morning." He smooched at the nearby draft horse, who flicked an ear in response then lowered her massive head to drink from a trough. "Anyway, Mara's living saint told me quite the story."
I briefly studied Button, who had long been a fixture at the stable. I figured the Shire was nearly twice the weight of Superian and, if properly harnessed, could probably bring down a building as easily as she pulled tree stumps from the ground to help clear fields. She belonged to the chapel and ably pulled their wagon, regardless of load. Her cargo ranged from priestesses and chapel supplies, to bringing in massive portions of the fall harvest for farmers who could not afford their own horse and wagon.
Despite Button's great size and power, she was remarkably gentle. My own mare was wise enough not to tease her, so they got on well. Button was a darker bay color than Carandial's gelding, Aetherius. White feathering draped her sturdy lower legs and fanned out over the mare's massive hooves. She also sported a white blaze that ran down her forehead. I returned my attention to Antoine. "Tell me the story."
"Happened a couple weeks ago but, as busy as things have been with the tournament, Olava just told me about it. I was off that day, so Isabeau hitched up Button. Then Olava took the wagon and went out on behalf of Mara to bless the crops with her red wine of life. Well, you know how important fall harvest is, so an escort was contracted to watch over Olava and Button. The Fighters Guild assigned that same red headed elf who, just yesterday, did so well in the tournament."
"Teresa's her name," I said, "and she surely is a fine archer." Despite the insistent nudges against my shoulder from the impatient nose of Superian, I said to Antoine, "Go on."
"Well, on their way back from the fields, the red head - I mean Teresa - commanded Olava to stop the wagon. Olava thought the elf was worrying needlessly, but did as she was told. Teresa jumped out on foot to scout ahead while Olava and Button slowly followed behind. The wood elf must have known something wasn't right 'cuz, sure enough, they soon came upon a wounded grizzly along the Green Road. Hard to imagine anything more dangerous than that."
My eyes were open pretty wide by now as my head bobbed in agreement. "What happened next?"
"Olava said that Teresa caused some kind of green aura to swirl around the bear, which calmed it right down. Then the elf poured potions over the beast's wounds to sooth them. She even cast a healing spell on the animal. Finally, Teresa and the bear went into the forest together. After she came back from the woods, Teresa told Olava the bear had been wounded defending her cubs from trolls. Mama grizz apparently killed all three trolls, but lost both cubs and got herself pretty beat up - that is until Teresa healed her. Sounds unbelievable, don't it?"
"Well," I replied, "Olava speaks for Mara; if she said it, then it is the truth. I've seen Teresa shoot. She could have killed that bear, allowing Olava and Button to safely pass. Instead, she risked herself to heal a mother and noble creature of the forest. I think Mara would approve. Although I expect Teresa would deny it, she's a hero."
"Yup. That's what Olava says. I bet folks'll be talking about the tale of Teresa and the bear for a long time. Why, it wouldn't surprise me if some bard set it to song and it became a legend 'round these parts. Well, like I said, you and your mare watch out for trolls."
"We will, Antoine." I mounted Superian, who snorted her approval that we were finally ready to ride.
Relying on my rings to warn us of trolls and bears, we rode south. It was a beautiful, crisp autumn morning and the road was quiet.
Daenlin had taught me to respect the forest, taking no more than I needed. Teresa's actions therefore made perfect sense to me. Even though I tried to give bears a wide berth, regrettably, they often attacked Superian and I on sight. I could calm or even control creatures with illusion, but I knew Teresa wasn't a mage. Some Bosmer could peacefully pass among forest predators without magic. I envied Teresa. As a half breed, I had been blessed with a Bosmer's love of bow and a Breton's aptitude for magic. Alas though, I had no Bosmeri special powers with animals like Teresa apparently did.
Once back from our ride, Antoine helped me remove Superian's tack and groom her.
Leaving the stable, I paused to note progress as the tourney grounds were being transformed. The merchants were gone, and a score of men were laboring to dismantle the wooden reviewing stands and other structures. Soon, the trampled grass would rise to reclaim the area and leave no trace of the busy past week.
Inside the town, most of the visitors were gone as well. Notably though, many of the beggars from other cities remained. They had joined Cosmus and Aia in busily filling burlap bags with litter. Although they might find the occasional item on the ground worth salvaging, their primary motivation was a single coin paid for each full bag of trash. In this manner, the streets were quickly becoming free of leftover tournament debris. Given the effectiveness of this policy, I ascribed it to the castle's steward, Dro'Nahrahe. The Khajiit seemed to be the only member of Bravil's court that cared about the town's condition. I didn't know her well, for when I did occasionally see her outside the castle she was always too busy to talk.
As I crossed the wooden bridge to the southern portion of Bravil, my gaze swept down to the river bisecting the city. Most of the vessels that been docked during the tournament were now gone. I turned left onto the boardwalk and, shortly after passing The Archer's Paradox, my small home welcomed me.
After stoking the fireplace, I exchanged my buckskins for a comfortable dressing gown of blue silk. Singing quietly to myself and Acadian, I prepared a cup of bergamot tea. On my table was a full inkpot, several new quills and my journal. "I'm looking forward to a nice quiet day of writing, my paladin." No sooner had I settled into my chair, than the sound of a hand knocking on wood brought me back to my feet.
I padded to the door and opened it. "Antoine? Is Superian all right?"
The Breton quickly replied, "Aye, she's fine. Right after you left the stable, one of them courier riders stopped and left this for you." He held out a letter. "After I delivered the town's copies of the Black Horse Courier and all the mail to Nilawen, I figured I'd bring this right to you."
I reached into a small bowl on my entry table, then pressed a coin into Antoine's hand as I took the letter. "Thank you. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No thanks, Buffy. I need to be getting back to the stable."
Once alone and reseated at my table, I looked at the masculine quill strokes that spelled out my name on the front of the letter. Turning the tri-folded parchment over, I recognized the imprint on the wax seal as that used by officers of the Imperial Legion.
All- My pilgrimage to visit Acadian Sr. went well and I thank everyone for the kind wishes.
Although we spent some time discussing the inevitable future and his wishes, there was time to talk about past loves that went by such names as Phantom, Corsair and Superian. hazmick- Thank you for your wonderful summary that honed right in on everything I hoped you would!
Rider- I have been chomping at the bit for so very long to post that video of 'Buffy's finale'! Thank you for the kind words regarding Alawen and Daenlin.
Grits- Given how wonderfully rich your own characters are, I am humbled that you were touched by the farewell between Buffy and Alawen. It felt good to tie the farewell back to the time Alawen and Buffy spent doing each others hair and learning much about each other. I thank you so much for your endorsement of how we have tried to portray Buffy's bigger objective and the fiery city in which she hopes to find it.
KC- We thank you so much for liking Buffy's demo the best of the three! Like you, Buffy would love to see Alawen again. I expect she will, but not in this current book.
Zalphon- Thank you for enjoying Buffy's two arrow trick, flame enhanced this time.
RainbowVeins - I'm so glad you enjoyed the tearful goodbye between Buffy and Alawen. Their final wishes for each other were indeed very traditionally elven and I'm delighted you found the words beautiful.
mALX- Thank you! I know you have seen that video clip before and I'm so glad you enjoyed it and how it fit into the story. Acadian Sr did clarify a couple points on the real Superian for me. She was a large thoroughbred who competed as a hunter/jumper and was the granddaughter of Gallant Fox. I had been unsure how far removed from Gallant Fox her lineage was. She was tolerant of strangers, but in typical thoroughbred fashion, high strung, full of energy and very much the one man horse of my grandfather.
Lady Syl- My goodness. What a beautiful and nostalgic review of some of Buffy's older episodes. You so thoughtfully drew out so very much of what I hoped you would. I think you can see why I like Syl so much with her dark and light sides, for Buffy shares some of that with her. They both approach things from a perspective of physical vulnerability due in part to their small stature. Buffy's vengeance and cruelty toward her foes is, oddly enough, brought forth by either a very defensive and nurturing response to a threat against those she holds dear or a highly developed sense of self-preservation when she is in danger herself. Buffy is fascinated by goblins, so I'm glad you enjoyed our lingering on their description and behavior some.
SubRosa- Thank you for enjoying how we portrayed the Count and for your very consistent references to him via Teresa's eyes during the tourney. Buffy and I both quite adore Alawen and join you in hoping to see her again in the future. And thank you for drawing out the significance of Kvatch. Buffy will linger in Bravil for a few days now until she is recalled to the University (in about eight episodes). Once that happens, her focus on Kvatch will become rather obsessive and she will be loathe to tolerate any further delays.
Khajiit_Thief01- What a joy to have you caught up! I thank you for those kind words and perceptions regarding Buffy and Acadian.
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114 The Tournament of Archers, Part 30- Button and the Bear
Once Antoine and I eased Superian's saddle onto her pad, he began adjusting the girth while I fitted her bridle. I asked, "How much did you lose by betting on me to win the tourney?"
"A month's pay," he replied then quickly added, "but I'd bet on Superian's elf again if the tournament was tomorrow."
I paused and smiled, "That's sweet of you, Antoine. And just exactly how much does Isabeau pay you each month?"
After he told me, I dug into my coin purse and counted out the amount of his modest monthly wage. "Here, I have some extra gold from a recent treasure hunt along the Panther River."
The Breton's face flushed with more color than its normal ruddy tone. "You don't have to-"
"Yes I do," I interrupted, pressing the coins into his hand. Closing the subject, I added, "It looks like a nice morning for a ride."
Antoine pocketed the gold. "Sure does. Even better with all them noisy merchants and crowds gone. The horses are happier too with the tournament over. Is Superian staying in Bravil much longer?"
"Oh, I expect we'll leave within a few days." As I led my saddled mare to the corral gate, she was bouncing her head and starting to prance with energy. "I'm just waiting to be called back on business to the Arcane University. I'll miss being home, but I know Superian will be happy to be on the road."
"Speaking of roads," a concerned look clouded the stable hand's features, "watch out for trolls during your ride."
"Trolls?" I paused, my hand on the gate.
"Aye," said Antoine, "Olava, from the chapel, brought a basket of carrots out here for Button early this morning." He smooched at the nearby draft horse, who flicked an ear in response then lowered her massive head to drink from a trough. "Anyway, Mara's living saint told me quite the story."
I briefly studied Button, who had long been a fixture at the stable. I figured the Shire was nearly twice the weight of Superian and, if properly harnessed, could probably bring down a building as easily as she pulled tree stumps from the ground to help clear fields. She belonged to the chapel and ably pulled their wagon, regardless of load. Her cargo ranged from priestesses and chapel supplies, to bringing in massive portions of the fall harvest for farmers who could not afford their own horse and wagon.
Despite Button's great size and power, she was remarkably gentle. My own mare was wise enough not to tease her, so they got on well. Button was a darker bay color than Carandial's gelding, Aetherius. White feathering draped her sturdy lower legs and fanned out over the mare's massive hooves. She also sported a white blaze that ran down her forehead. I returned my attention to Antoine. "Tell me the story."
"Happened a couple weeks ago but, as busy as things have been with the tournament, Olava just told me about it. I was off that day, so Isabeau hitched up Button. Then Olava took the wagon and went out on behalf of Mara to bless the crops with her red wine of life. Well, you know how important fall harvest is, so an escort was contracted to watch over Olava and Button. The Fighters Guild assigned that same red headed elf who, just yesterday, did so well in the tournament."
"Teresa's her name," I said, "and she surely is a fine archer." Despite the insistent nudges against my shoulder from the impatient nose of Superian, I said to Antoine, "Go on."
"Well, on their way back from the fields, the red head - I mean Teresa - commanded Olava to stop the wagon. Olava thought the elf was worrying needlessly, but did as she was told. Teresa jumped out on foot to scout ahead while Olava and Button slowly followed behind. The wood elf must have known something wasn't right 'cuz, sure enough, they soon came upon a wounded grizzly along the Green Road. Hard to imagine anything more dangerous than that."
My eyes were open pretty wide by now as my head bobbed in agreement. "What happened next?"
"Olava said that Teresa caused some kind of green aura to swirl around the bear, which calmed it right down. Then the elf poured potions over the beast's wounds to sooth them. She even cast a healing spell on the animal. Finally, Teresa and the bear went into the forest together. After she came back from the woods, Teresa told Olava the bear had been wounded defending her cubs from trolls. Mama grizz apparently killed all three trolls, but lost both cubs and got herself pretty beat up - that is until Teresa healed her. Sounds unbelievable, don't it?"
"Well," I replied, "Olava speaks for Mara; if she said it, then it is the truth. I've seen Teresa shoot. She could have killed that bear, allowing Olava and Button to safely pass. Instead, she risked herself to heal a mother and noble creature of the forest. I think Mara would approve. Although I expect Teresa would deny it, she's a hero."
"Yup. That's what Olava says. I bet folks'll be talking about the tale of Teresa and the bear for a long time. Why, it wouldn't surprise me if some bard set it to song and it became a legend 'round these parts. Well, like I said, you and your mare watch out for trolls."
"We will, Antoine." I mounted Superian, who snorted her approval that we were finally ready to ride.
Relying on my rings to warn us of trolls and bears, we rode south. It was a beautiful, crisp autumn morning and the road was quiet.
Daenlin had taught me to respect the forest, taking no more than I needed. Teresa's actions therefore made perfect sense to me. Even though I tried to give bears a wide berth, regrettably, they often attacked Superian and I on sight. I could calm or even control creatures with illusion, but I knew Teresa wasn't a mage. Some Bosmer could peacefully pass among forest predators without magic. I envied Teresa. As a half breed, I had been blessed with a Bosmer's love of bow and a Breton's aptitude for magic. Alas though, I had no Bosmeri special powers with animals like Teresa apparently did.
Once back from our ride, Antoine helped me remove Superian's tack and groom her.
Leaving the stable, I paused to note progress as the tourney grounds were being transformed. The merchants were gone, and a score of men were laboring to dismantle the wooden reviewing stands and other structures. Soon, the trampled grass would rise to reclaim the area and leave no trace of the busy past week.
Inside the town, most of the visitors were gone as well. Notably though, many of the beggars from other cities remained. They had joined Cosmus and Aia in busily filling burlap bags with litter. Although they might find the occasional item on the ground worth salvaging, their primary motivation was a single coin paid for each full bag of trash. In this manner, the streets were quickly becoming free of leftover tournament debris. Given the effectiveness of this policy, I ascribed it to the castle's steward, Dro'Nahrahe. The Khajiit seemed to be the only member of Bravil's court that cared about the town's condition. I didn't know her well, for when I did occasionally see her outside the castle she was always too busy to talk.
As I crossed the wooden bridge to the southern portion of Bravil, my gaze swept down to the river bisecting the city. Most of the vessels that been docked during the tournament were now gone. I turned left onto the boardwalk and, shortly after passing The Archer's Paradox, my small home welcomed me.
After stoking the fireplace, I exchanged my buckskins for a comfortable dressing gown of blue silk. Singing quietly to myself and Acadian, I prepared a cup of bergamot tea. On my table was a full inkpot, several new quills and my journal. "I'm looking forward to a nice quiet day of writing, my paladin." No sooner had I settled into my chair, than the sound of a hand knocking on wood brought me back to my feet.
I padded to the door and opened it. "Antoine? Is Superian all right?"
The Breton quickly replied, "Aye, she's fine. Right after you left the stable, one of them courier riders stopped and left this for you." He held out a letter. "After I delivered the town's copies of the Black Horse Courier and all the mail to Nilawen, I figured I'd bring this right to you."
I reached into a small bowl on my entry table, then pressed a coin into Antoine's hand as I took the letter. "Thank you. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No thanks, Buffy. I need to be getting back to the stable."
Once alone and reseated at my table, I looked at the masculine quill strokes that spelled out my name on the front of the letter. Turning the tri-folded parchment over, I recognized the imprint on the wax seal as that used by officers of the Imperial Legion.
GAAAAAH !!! Is it a letter from ... Matias? WOO HOO !!! Buffy was at her Buffiest in this chapter - first her preoccupation with the horses when Antoine started telling his tale - till it got interesting, then he had her full attention, lol. And paying a friend that takes good care of her horse back for the bet - knowing it was her fault that he lost it - VERY Buffy !!! Loved this chapter !!! Great Write !!!
mALX in her usual hyperactive exuberance pointed out pretty much everything I liked about the chapter. I especially liked the way Buffy lingered in her description of Button. Such an odd name for a massive Shire, but it suits the big girl. And how nice to hear of the legend of Teresa of the Faint Smile and the Bear from another POV! 
I am loving Buffy's views on Teresa's activities. It really works! I am also loving Antoine, he's one cool dude. I must have spoken to him hundreds of times with Haa-Rei yet you have built him into a real character who I would trust to look after my horse...if I had one. You have continued to show your readers the Bravil that Buffy sees, which is completely different yet completely the same as we all know it. Hoorah!
It's also good to hear that your trip went well, it's always good to take time off. Especially to see family.
You have continued to show your readers the Bravil that Buffy sees, which is completely different yet completely the same as we all know it. Hoorah! It's also good to hear that your trip went well, it's always good to take time off. Especially to see family.
Another great chapter, Acadian! Well done!
[/i]Inside the town, most of the visitors were gone as well. Notably though, many of the beggars from other cities remained. They had joined Cosmus and Aia in busily filling burlap bags with litter. Although they might find the occasional item on the ground worth salvaging, their primary motivation was a single coin paid for each full bag of trash.[/i]
I particularly loved the bit above. That description really adds life to the scene and really helps to immerse the reader in the environment, as these things happen in real life (homeless collecting trash in the hopes of salvaging it for coins, a city employing volunteers to help clean up after a festival, etc.).
Buffy's musings on Teresa's powers to calm animals was also quite enjoyable to read. Buffy is no doubt growing to accept the things she has been given in life, yet there are still some things she wish we had that she does not. I believe everybody has that feeling once in awhile: "What I would give to sing/dance/fight/speak/etc. like THAT person!" Buffy is a believeable and endearing character because of these things.
Finally, you HAD to end it there, didn't you? Right before the letter!
[/i]Inside the town, most of the visitors were gone as well. Notably though, many of the beggars from other cities remained. They had joined Cosmus and Aia in busily filling burlap bags with litter. Although they might find the occasional item on the ground worth salvaging, their primary motivation was a single coin paid for each full bag of trash.[/i]
I particularly loved the bit above. That description really adds life to the scene and really helps to immerse the reader in the environment, as these things happen in real life (homeless collecting trash in the hopes of salvaging it for coins, a city employing volunteers to help clean up after a festival, etc.).
Buffy's musings on Teresa's powers to calm animals was also quite enjoyable to read. Buffy is no doubt growing to accept the things she has been given in life, yet there are still some things she wish we had that she does not. I believe everybody has that feeling once in awhile: "What I would give to sing/dance/fight/speak/etc. like THAT person!" Buffy is a believeable and endearing character because of these things.
Finally, you HAD to end it there, didn't you? Right before the letter!
I love this chapter! Welcome back!
I love how highly Buffy speaks of Teresa; I can understand Buffy's understanding of Teresa's need to heal the bear.
A mysterious letter? You've got to love a good ol' mystery letter! I suspect it is from Matius... at least i hope it is
I love how highly Buffy speaks of Teresa; I can understand Buffy's understanding of Teresa's need to heal the bear.
A mysterious letter? You've got to love a good ol' mystery letter! I suspect it is from Matius... at least i hope it is
How sweet that Buffy reimbursed Antoine. Her heart is as big as the Niben Bay! I love how Antoine asks if Superian is planning any road trips.
What fun to hear the legend of Teresa and the Bear! Buffy confirms the important part; Teresa put herself at risk for a creature that most others would have filled with arrows. An interesting reminder of Buffy’s natural abilities, too. Her beautiful rapport with Superian is non-magical!
After stoking the fireplace, I exchanged my buckskins for a comfortable dressing gown of blue silk. Singing quietly to myself and Acadian, I prepared a cup of bergamot tea. On my table was a full inkpot, several new quills and my journal.
How this passage sings to me! Three little sentences evoke the most warm and comfortable feeling. Until…
"I'm looking forward to a nice quiet day of writing, my paladin."
Noooo! Statements like that always precede an interruption! But the mysterious letter is far more auspicious than, say, a phone call from school. Now, hmmm… Lucilius is a sergeant… A letter from Savlian?!
What fun to hear the legend of Teresa and the Bear! Buffy confirms the important part; Teresa put herself at risk for a creature that most others would have filled with arrows. An interesting reminder of Buffy’s natural abilities, too. Her beautiful rapport with Superian is non-magical!
After stoking the fireplace, I exchanged my buckskins for a comfortable dressing gown of blue silk. Singing quietly to myself and Acadian, I prepared a cup of bergamot tea. On my table was a full inkpot, several new quills and my journal.
How this passage sings to me! Three little sentences evoke the most warm and comfortable feeling. Until…
"I'm looking forward to a nice quiet day of writing, my paladin."
Noooo! Statements like that always precede an interruption! But the mysterious letter is far more auspicious than, say, a phone call from school. Now, hmmm… Lucilius is a sergeant… A letter from Savlian?!
How nice and quit the city is now that all those outside have gone! Phew, and none too soon. It sure is good to sit back and relax in the country once more, without all that hustle and bustle.
Buffy was very generous to cover Antoine's losses. It shows that money is not all that important to her. So long as she has enough to see to her needs (and to shopping ), the rest of it does not really matter to her. Plus a clever bit of dodging on the exact amount it was that Antoine lost, or what he is paid. That is always a pain, especially since the game does not help at all, the way its prices for things are all over the place.
And such a lovely retelling of the story of Button and the Bear. The real strength of the tale however, was not in the information itself, but rather in how you used it for further reflection on the part of Buffy in regards to her dual race parentage.
Olava speaks for Mara; if she said it, then it is the truth.
This also show us where Buffy's religious inclinations lie, all without telling us.
The beggars cleaning up the trash was a good acknowledgment of the logistics of such an undertaking as the Tournament. Attributing it to the Castle Steward was a delicious, again reinforcing what a wastrel the His Pompousness is.
And finally we close with a mysterious letter from the Imperial Legion. I hope Buffy has not been drafted!
Buffy was very generous to cover Antoine's losses. It shows that money is not all that important to her. So long as she has enough to see to her needs (and to shopping
), the rest of it does not really matter to her. Plus a clever bit of dodging on the exact amount it was that Antoine lost, or what he is paid. That is always a pain, especially since the game does not help at all, the way its prices for things are all over the place. And such a lovely retelling of the story of Button and the Bear. The real strength of the tale however, was not in the information itself, but rather in how you used it for further reflection on the part of Buffy in regards to her dual race parentage.
Olava speaks for Mara; if she said it, then it is the truth.
This also show us where Buffy's religious inclinations lie, all without telling us.
The beggars cleaning up the trash was a good acknowledgment of the logistics of such an undertaking as the Tournament. Attributing it to the Castle Steward was a delicious, again reinforcing what a wastrel the His Pompousness is.
And finally we close with a mysterious letter from the Imperial Legion. I hope Buffy has not been drafted!
I can only echo what others have said. You have left us on a real cliffhanger with the letter from the Legion - what will it say? Look forward to the update.
Yay! Buffy's back
This chapter was great for easing everyone back in, you chose the perfect stopping and beginning points.
I remember Aravi traveling some time with Dro'Nahrahe on the Green Road. I'm glad she was featured in your story.
A message from the Legion? I can't wait to find out what it says!
This chapter was great for easing everyone back in, you chose the perfect stopping and beginning points.
I remember Aravi traveling some time with Dro'Nahrahe on the Green Road. I'm glad she was featured in your story.
A message from the Legion? I can't wait to find out what it says!
Your skill at making Buffy's world real seems to grow continually; little details that bear a mundane charm. Time spent around horses is time well spent.
Reading the legendary exploit of Terresa brought back poignant memories of Angel's childhood. She was given to random acts of kindness toward wilderness creatures and bandits.
Reading the legendary exploit of Terresa brought back poignant memories of Angel's childhood. She was given to random acts of kindness toward wilderness creatures and bandits.
During Episode 114, Buffy heard a wonderful story of bravery and compassion involving one of the top ranked archers from the tournament (Teresa) and a mother grizzly bear. After a morning ride, Buffy made her way through the post-tournament Bravil to her home and settled in for what she hoped would be a quiet day of writing. She was interrupted by the delivery of a letter.
mALX- Thank you for noting Buffy's split focus between Antoine and the horses. They are hard for her to ignore. She knew the only reason Antoine bet on her was out of friendship and loyalty to Superian's elf and felt obliged to return that loyalty.
Rider- I'm so glad this episode worked for you. I fell completely in love with Button during Teresa's rendition of the bear story.
SubRosa has graciously allowed Button to become a permanent fixture in the Bravil stable in BF! *twirl* She joins the other permanent resident, Aetherius (Carandial's bay gelding) that we have mentioned several times.
hazmick- Thank you for those kind words! SubRosa and I knew early on that Buffy would hear the tale of Teresa and the Bear. I wrestled with when and how in the storyline to present it. We toyed with Buffy hearing it from the beggars or from the Priestesses of Mara. Finally, it struck me that the most natural and fitting way for Buffy the horse crazy elf to hear about it was from the stable with an emphasis on Button's role. I also waited until after the actual shooting because I wanted to lavish an entire episode to this wonderful tale of Teresa's bravery and compassion.
Khajiit_Thief01- I'm so glad that Buffy's simple observations helped 'paint' the picture of Bravil being returned to its normal sleepy self. Thank you also for pointing out Buffy's quickness to envy those who can do what she cannot.
Rihanae- Thank you! Despite their sometimes quick tempers and impetuousness, it seems both Buffy and Teresa feel a bit of a nurturing calling when it comes to healing. I think that is one of the reasons Buffy so well understood and endorsed Teresa's actions on behalf of mama grizz.
Grits- Thank you for drawing out that Antoine tends, quite naturally, to see things in horse terms - Betting on Superian's elf. How long will Superian be staying? I'm glad you enjoyed Button and the Bear. It was hopefully a wonderful tribute to Teresa and gave us the opportunity to review how Buffy's heritage and genes help shape who she is. I'm so glad the passage where Buffy tried to settle down to writing in her dressing gown sang to you - that means a great deal considering your own stunning ability to smith words with magical impact.
SubRosa- Yes, so nice to see our town slow down! As is so often the case, you drew attention to all I hoped you would: The town returning to normal (thanks for your kind words about the trash pickup details), Buffy's attitude toward money, her clear display that Mara speaks to her heart, and the impact of her being a half breed. For exactly the reasons you mention, I generally avoid specific money amounts unless they are necessary to support the context (such as when Buffy haggled down Olaf's price for her black cuirass).
And so, my magnificent partner, except for the permanent reminder of Button our stories now proceed along differing paths. Much richer I think for the wonderfully gentle intertwining we have been able to include in our renditions of the tournament. Buffy will linger in Bravil for several more days before ending the storyline when she is recalled to the University. Bravo to you, and please accept my thanks along with a bottle of Tamika's.
Ceidwad- Thank you! We'll open this next episode with that letter.
KC- I'm so glad you found this episode fit in well. Happily, I was able to fully present the shooting and awards ceremony before my trip. Oh yes, I recall now that for a time Aravi traveled with Dro'Naharhe as a companion. I'm so glad we got to mention her here!
bobg- Thank you. I remember dear Angel once helping a bandit to patrol outside an Oblvion Gate all night. I also recall her staying the weapons of others while she harmlessly frightened a hostile forest creature to its own safety. Yes, I believe Teresa's actions were quite 'Angelic'.
Dear Buffy,
Your letter was most welcome and I thank you for it. I carry it with me, and fear I shall wear it out. Lucilius Marcus arrived safely and briefed me on your efforts in Leyawiin. Given the hazards of earning your knighthood, I'm thankful no harm came to you even as I congratulate you on the achievement. Lucilius, with his passion for Kvatch and experience, is a blessing here. He is a fine second in command and his presence allows me now the occasional free moment.
We have suffered several injuries, but nothing that Sigrid, with her potions, could not heal. Our numbers have grown slightly, allowing for improved rotational shift relief. We are holding our own. Still, there is no help from the Legion beyond the three fine soldiers they provided shortly after you last left Kvatch. I privately must confess disappointment in my own senior leaders.
I am heartened however, by the efforts you are taking on our behalf. I hope Captain Draconis is able to effect aid from the other cities via her letters touting the example of her own Count Leyawiin. I hope also, that your efforts for some magical assistance from the Arcane University are successful.
Whatever you can learn about this damn gate will be welcome news. As you know, I can ill afford another failed attempt to close it. Even more welcome however, will be your return. I am quite touched to know how much you believe in us and the job we are trying to do up here. Rereading your letter and thoughts of your beautiful smile help brighten the long days. I miss you.
Humbly, Savlian
After rearranging the writing supplies on my table several times looking for the right words, I stared at a blank piece of parchment with quill in hand. "Acadian. . . you know about being a man, right?"
"I used to," the paladin replied, "before I started traveling with you." I felt, rather than heard, his light chuckle as it comfortably reverberated through me.
"I know it's been a long time since I was in Kvatch, but doesn't it sound like Savlian likes me? I mean. . . as in more than just someone to help him with that gate?"
"Buffy, for one so bright, sometimes you are not the sharpest arrow in the quiver." His words were not biting; rather they were like a gentle caress. "When you are hungry or in pain, I feel that. So it is when you are tired or happy. I am the reason you are an empathic healer, and much of the pain you accept when you heal is shared by me. In fact, I feel every physical response you have. I felt your reaction when Savlian cupped your cheek in his hand. Do you not remember that? Did you not see the look in his eyes? If you were to read his letter to Superian, even she could tell you the man cares deeply about you. Why do you not see that?"
I put my elbows on the table, plopped my chin into my hands and stared at the flames in my fireplace. "I surely do remember when he pressed his hand against my face," I said dreamily. "I know I just melted, my toes curled and my eyes closed. So I guess I didn't see his eyes, but you did? Oh Acadian, I hope you're right. I know how dedicated he is to Kvatch though. I'm not sure I can compete with a city. . . I-I'm not sure I want to. I also hope that it is truly Savlian that makes me feel this way, not just the image of a hero. I mean I barely know the man, yet the power of my feelings for him scares me." I heaved a sigh. "I don't know what to write."
"Humans live their lives quickly," replied Acadian, "and Tamriel is a dangerous place that can threaten even an elf's long lifespan. You will never know the answers to your questions if you don't enter the arena - or dance floor in this case. My recommendation?"
I nodded vigorously.
"I hope you dance."
I smiled at the image. "Thank you, my paladin. I'm glad you're a part of me."
I returned my attention to the parchment, and set quill to it.
My Dear Savlian,
Thank you for your wonderful letter. I will keep it close to my heart. It finds me in Bravil, where I must yet wait several more days for the Council of Mages to decide if they will provide help for us. I'm honestly not sure what, if any, aid to expect. I long to return to Kvatch, and find myself frustrated by the delays.
Savlian, I have learned how to hunt and kill Daedra where they live, and I now know how to close that fiery portal. You were right; it must be done from inside the gate.
As soon as I can, I will return to Kvatch. And to you. I remember when you wisely knew I wasn't yet ready to enter an Oblivion Gate, and your strong arm pulled me back. I also remember your gentle hand on my face. When I do return, I will not run off again and we will close that gate.
With warmest affection, Buffy
I looked at the words I had quilled, my heart pounding at their forwardness. From my dressing table, I retrieved a small vial of citrus-scented perfume that Ardaline had made for me. I rubbed a few drops over the parchment before folding and sealing it with candle wax. Finally, I pressed the imprint of my Leyawiin court ring into the warm wax.
I exchanged my blue silk robe for a simple black-trimmed burgundy blouse and skirt of linen. Oh, and matching slippers of course. My first stop was The Fair Deal, where I bought several apples for Superian and her stable mates. While there, I noted much of the Courier was about the tournament results including a small paragraph about me. I then made my way to the stable where I delivered the apples and left my letter for the next sister of the black horse headed north. After a light lunch at the guild, I found myself home and once again wrapped in my dressing gown.
It was a much needed quiet afternoon, spent updating my journal and sipping Tamika's.
Following some bread and cheese, I practiced my spells into the evening. My magical skills were improving and I was becoming more efficient at using magicka. When I did return to the University, I would be able to create new spells that were more powerful and creative. I added several entries to a page of my journal that I maintained for new spell and enchantment ideas.
Finally, I climbed into bed. After rereading Savlian's letter, I clutched it between my breasts and extinguished the bedside lantern.
mALX- Thank you for noting Buffy's split focus between Antoine and the horses. They are hard for her to ignore. She knew the only reason Antoine bet on her was out of friendship and loyalty to Superian's elf and felt obliged to return that loyalty.
Rider- I'm so glad this episode worked for you. I fell completely in love with Button during Teresa's rendition of the bear story.
SubRosa has graciously allowed Button to become a permanent fixture in the Bravil stable in BF! *twirl* She joins the other permanent resident, Aetherius (Carandial's bay gelding) that we have mentioned several times. hazmick- Thank you for those kind words! SubRosa and I knew early on that Buffy would hear the tale of Teresa and the Bear. I wrestled with when and how in the storyline to present it. We toyed with Buffy hearing it from the beggars or from the Priestesses of Mara. Finally, it struck me that the most natural and fitting way for Buffy the horse crazy elf to hear about it was from the stable with an emphasis on Button's role. I also waited until after the actual shooting because I wanted to lavish an entire episode to this wonderful tale of Teresa's bravery and compassion.
Khajiit_Thief01- I'm so glad that Buffy's simple observations helped 'paint' the picture of Bravil being returned to its normal sleepy self. Thank you also for pointing out Buffy's quickness to envy those who can do what she cannot.
Rihanae- Thank you! Despite their sometimes quick tempers and impetuousness, it seems both Buffy and Teresa feel a bit of a nurturing calling when it comes to healing. I think that is one of the reasons Buffy so well understood and endorsed Teresa's actions on behalf of mama grizz.
Grits- Thank you for drawing out that Antoine tends, quite naturally, to see things in horse terms - Betting on Superian's elf. How long will Superian be staying? I'm glad you enjoyed Button and the Bear. It was hopefully a wonderful tribute to Teresa and gave us the opportunity to review how Buffy's heritage and genes help shape who she is. I'm so glad the passage where Buffy tried to settle down to writing in her dressing gown sang to you - that means a great deal considering your own stunning ability to smith words with magical impact.
SubRosa- Yes, so nice to see our town slow down! As is so often the case, you drew attention to all I hoped you would: The town returning to normal (thanks for your kind words about the trash pickup details), Buffy's attitude toward money, her clear display that Mara speaks to her heart, and the impact of her being a half breed. For exactly the reasons you mention, I generally avoid specific money amounts unless they are necessary to support the context (such as when Buffy haggled down Olaf's price for her black cuirass).
And so, my magnificent partner, except for the permanent reminder of Button our stories now proceed along differing paths. Much richer I think for the wonderfully gentle intertwining we have been able to include in our renditions of the tournament. Buffy will linger in Bravil for several more days before ending the storyline when she is recalled to the University. Bravo to you, and please accept my thanks along with a bottle of Tamika's.
Ceidwad- Thank you! We'll open this next episode with that letter.
KC- I'm so glad you found this episode fit in well. Happily, I was able to fully present the shooting and awards ceremony before my trip. Oh yes, I recall now that for a time Aravi traveled with Dro'Naharhe as a companion. I'm so glad we got to mention her here!
bobg- Thank you. I remember dear Angel once helping a bandit to patrol outside an Oblvion Gate all night. I also recall her staying the weapons of others while she harmlessly frightened a hostile forest creature to its own safety. Yes, I believe Teresa's actions were quite 'Angelic'.
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115 The Tournament of Archers, Part 31- I Hope You Dance
Dear Buffy,
Your letter was most welcome and I thank you for it. I carry it with me, and fear I shall wear it out. Lucilius Marcus arrived safely and briefed me on your efforts in Leyawiin. Given the hazards of earning your knighthood, I'm thankful no harm came to you even as I congratulate you on the achievement. Lucilius, with his passion for Kvatch and experience, is a blessing here. He is a fine second in command and his presence allows me now the occasional free moment.
We have suffered several injuries, but nothing that Sigrid, with her potions, could not heal. Our numbers have grown slightly, allowing for improved rotational shift relief. We are holding our own. Still, there is no help from the Legion beyond the three fine soldiers they provided shortly after you last left Kvatch. I privately must confess disappointment in my own senior leaders.
I am heartened however, by the efforts you are taking on our behalf. I hope Captain Draconis is able to effect aid from the other cities via her letters touting the example of her own Count Leyawiin. I hope also, that your efforts for some magical assistance from the Arcane University are successful.
Whatever you can learn about this damn gate will be welcome news. As you know, I can ill afford another failed attempt to close it. Even more welcome however, will be your return. I am quite touched to know how much you believe in us and the job we are trying to do up here. Rereading your letter and thoughts of your beautiful smile help brighten the long days. I miss you.
Humbly, Savlian
After rearranging the writing supplies on my table several times looking for the right words, I stared at a blank piece of parchment with quill in hand. "Acadian. . . you know about being a man, right?"
"I used to," the paladin replied, "before I started traveling with you." I felt, rather than heard, his light chuckle as it comfortably reverberated through me.
"I know it's been a long time since I was in Kvatch, but doesn't it sound like Savlian likes me? I mean. . . as in more than just someone to help him with that gate?"
"Buffy, for one so bright, sometimes you are not the sharpest arrow in the quiver." His words were not biting; rather they were like a gentle caress. "When you are hungry or in pain, I feel that. So it is when you are tired or happy. I am the reason you are an empathic healer, and much of the pain you accept when you heal is shared by me. In fact, I feel every physical response you have. I felt your reaction when Savlian cupped your cheek in his hand. Do you not remember that? Did you not see the look in his eyes? If you were to read his letter to Superian, even she could tell you the man cares deeply about you. Why do you not see that?"
I put my elbows on the table, plopped my chin into my hands and stared at the flames in my fireplace. "I surely do remember when he pressed his hand against my face," I said dreamily. "I know I just melted, my toes curled and my eyes closed. So I guess I didn't see his eyes, but you did? Oh Acadian, I hope you're right. I know how dedicated he is to Kvatch though. I'm not sure I can compete with a city. . . I-I'm not sure I want to. I also hope that it is truly Savlian that makes me feel this way, not just the image of a hero. I mean I barely know the man, yet the power of my feelings for him scares me." I heaved a sigh. "I don't know what to write."
"Humans live their lives quickly," replied Acadian, "and Tamriel is a dangerous place that can threaten even an elf's long lifespan. You will never know the answers to your questions if you don't enter the arena - or dance floor in this case. My recommendation?"
I nodded vigorously.
"I hope you dance."
I smiled at the image. "Thank you, my paladin. I'm glad you're a part of me."
I returned my attention to the parchment, and set quill to it.
My Dear Savlian,
Thank you for your wonderful letter. I will keep it close to my heart. It finds me in Bravil, where I must yet wait several more days for the Council of Mages to decide if they will provide help for us. I'm honestly not sure what, if any, aid to expect. I long to return to Kvatch, and find myself frustrated by the delays.
Savlian, I have learned how to hunt and kill Daedra where they live, and I now know how to close that fiery portal. You were right; it must be done from inside the gate.
As soon as I can, I will return to Kvatch. And to you. I remember when you wisely knew I wasn't yet ready to enter an Oblivion Gate, and your strong arm pulled me back. I also remember your gentle hand on my face. When I do return, I will not run off again and we will close that gate.
With warmest affection, Buffy
I looked at the words I had quilled, my heart pounding at their forwardness. From my dressing table, I retrieved a small vial of citrus-scented perfume that Ardaline had made for me. I rubbed a few drops over the parchment before folding and sealing it with candle wax. Finally, I pressed the imprint of my Leyawiin court ring into the warm wax.
I exchanged my blue silk robe for a simple black-trimmed burgundy blouse and skirt of linen. Oh, and matching slippers of course. My first stop was The Fair Deal, where I bought several apples for Superian and her stable mates. While there, I noted much of the Courier was about the tournament results including a small paragraph about me. I then made my way to the stable where I delivered the apples and left my letter for the next sister of the black horse headed north. After a light lunch at the guild, I found myself home and once again wrapped in my dressing gown.
It was a much needed quiet afternoon, spent updating my journal and sipping Tamika's.
Following some bread and cheese, I practiced my spells into the evening. My magical skills were improving and I was becoming more efficient at using magicka. When I did return to the University, I would be able to create new spells that were more powerful and creative. I added several entries to a page of my journal that I maintained for new spell and enchantment ideas.
Finally, I climbed into bed. After rereading Savlian's letter, I clutched it between my breasts and extinguished the bedside lantern.
WOO HOO !!! Acadian is BACK! He was greatly missed during the Tourney, lol. Great Chapter! I love that Matias is carrying the letter with him as he fights the Daedra. Great Write !!
As if this didn't give away Savlian's feelings about Buffy:
Then this only makes it more obvious:
Dear Buffy, Savlian is as touched by you as you are by him. Even Julian could see it, as love-blind that she is. Savlian doesn't strike me as the sort of man to throw casual endearments about. He says what he means and he means what he says.
I loved this little scene with the letters. I'm glad that she got a letter from Savlian. It came at a good time, when her newfound friends left town, the excitement of the tourney is over, and she has a chance to look ahead to the future again and worry about the Mages Guild's upcoming decision. What a great inspiration to keep going! Not that she needed it, but it only validates her determination to close that Gate outside Kvatch.
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I carry it with me, and fear I shall wear it out.
Then this only makes it more obvious:
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Rereading your letter and thoughts of your beautiful smile help brighten the long days. I miss you.
Dear Buffy, Savlian is as touched by you as you are by him. Even Julian could see it, as love-blind that she is. Savlian doesn't strike me as the sort of man to throw casual endearments about. He says what he means and he means what he says.
I loved this little scene with the letters. I'm glad that she got a letter from Savlian. It came at a good time, when her newfound friends left town, the excitement of the tourney is over, and she has a chance to look ahead to the future again and worry about the Mages Guild's upcoming decision. What a great inspiration to keep going! Not that she needed it, but it only validates her determination to close that Gate outside Kvatch.
QUOTE(Acadian @ Jun 21 2011, 12:52 PM) 
"Acadian. . . you know about being a man, right?"
Being a man? Well...we can pee standing up...and...erm...we never talk about thoughts and feelings, forsaking such things in favour of beer and...stuff...yup, that's about it.
I loved Buffy's hesitance when replying to her "friends"
letter. Should she send it? Of course! Drop some hints and finish it off with a dab of perfume. A wonderful chapter, now you have me all interested in Buffy's love life! I can't wait to see what happens in future chapters!
Another wonderful chapter. This letter brings Buffy's quest sharply into focus after spending lots of time focusing on the tournament. Buffy's self doubt is understandable and very natural. I echo Buffy's paladin
QUOTE(Acadian @ Jun 21 2011, 06:52 AM)
"I hope you dance."
What a heartwarming pair of letters!
"Acadian. . . you know about being a man, right?"
A delightfully vague and all-encompassing question! I got a big smile out of it.
I know how dedicated he is to Kvatch though. I'm not sure I can compete with a city. . . I-I'm not sure I want to. I also hope that it is truly Savlian that makes me feel this way, not just the image of a hero. I mean I barely know the man, yet the power of my feelings for him scares me."
Buffy shows a great deal of maturity here, her concerns are real. And her paladin’s recommendation, I hope you dance, is a perfectly beautiful piece of advice.
I so enjoy the image of each of them holding their letter close to their heart.
"Acadian. . . you know about being a man, right?"
A delightfully vague and all-encompassing question!
I got a big smile out of it.I know how dedicated he is to Kvatch though. I'm not sure I can compete with a city. . . I-I'm not sure I want to. I also hope that it is truly Savlian that makes me feel this way, not just the image of a hero. I mean I barely know the man, yet the power of my feelings for him scares me."
Buffy shows a great deal of maturity here, her concerns are real. And her paladin’s recommendation, I hope you dance, is a perfectly beautiful piece of advice.
I so enjoy the image of each of them holding their letter close to their heart.
Savlian misses Buffy, and is afraid he is going to wear out her previous letter... Buffy can indeed be less than sharp an arrow where it concerns him. How often that is with the one person you really care for.
Acadian's talk with Buffy reminded me of a Babylon 5 episode. "My shoes are too tight," said Londo Mollari, "and I have forgotten how to dance." Words his father once said to him as an old, and broken down old man who forgot how to love. I am glad to see that Buffy's shoes are not too tight, and she still remembers how to dance.
Acadian's talk with Buffy reminded me of a Babylon 5 episode. "My shoes are too tight," said Londo Mollari, "and I have forgotten how to dance." Words his father once said to him as an old, and broken down old man who forgot how to love. I am glad to see that Buffy's shoes are not too tight, and she still remembers how to dance.
Buffy's back! (And Acadian. We all have to deal with passing the torch to the next generation.)
I hope she realizes that elves and humans have an order of magnitude difference in their life spans.
I hope she realizes that elves and humans have an order of magnitude difference in their life spans.
"Buffy, for one so bright, sometimes you are not the sharpest arrow in the quiver." His words were not biting; rather they were like a gentle caress.
I liked that
I liked that
In Episode 115, Buffy studied the letter she had just received from Savlian Matius. Not only did Savlian seem to be doing well given the circumstances, but Buffy believed she read affection between his lines. Acadian agreed. Emboldened to follow her heart, Buffy crafted a response, displaying her own affection slightly more openly than Savlian had. Finally, she ended her day by rereading his letter and falling asleep with it clutched in her hand.
mALX- Thank you! Buffy's dance card was just so darn full during the lead up and shooting portion of the tourney, that is was difficult to squeeze in interaction with Acadian.
Rider- I'm so delighted that the assessment shared by you and Julian is similar to Acadian's. Buffy is frightened by her feelings, but I don't expect that will stop her from reaching out to see where they lead. It means a great deal that you and Julian think highly of Savlian.
hazmick- Thank you for your interest in Buffy's love life and there certainly will be more of it in the future. For a young elf that wears and shares her feelings and observations about everything so openly, I expect Buffy will be no different when it comes to that subject.
KC- Thank you! It was indeed our intent to spotlight Buffy's quest and who inspires her to pursue it.
Grits- Thank you! Acadian has traveled with Buffy for so long that when asked to think like a man, he had to pause for a moment. I'm so glad you endorse his advice. I agree with you that despite her youth and inexperience in the arena of love, Buffy does have some good insights. I think she realizes Savlian feels something for her, but she is restrained by her own lack of self-confidence. She does indeed point out some valid concerns that she should learn the answers to. Given the separation of distance and time, their letters are the most personal thing they have to hold on to.
SubRosa- Acadian did get a little blunt inferring Buffy was a dull arrow and that her mare possessed more insight into love than Buffy. I'm glad he offered her the dance advice, for I quite adore the arena / dance floor metaphors. You have to actively participate in life with its risks to ever hope of fully experiencing it of course.
MyCat- Thank you. You are exactly right in noting how differently humans and elves age. Buffy is aware of this and has even pondered it - in fact she will do so again in this next episode. She still has yet to fully confront whether she can accept or deal with it or not in a potential mate.
Zalphon- Thank you. That 'dull arrow' comment from Acadian could have easily earned him a full blown hands-on-the hips, chin in the air lecture from Buffy under other circumstances. Fortunately, their spirits are interwoven to the extent that she could sense and properly assess his intent.
The lush grass that was flattened beneath me softly tickled my back and legs. Intoxicating sounds from the nearby waterfall filled my ears. A gently cooling breeze played across the water droplets on my skin. I could hear birds chirping in the sunlit branches above us as I stared up into the beautiful brown eyes that were deep enough to hold my dreams. Smiling, I reached out to slip off the black headband. His face drew closer. As a gentle hand moved my wet hair aside and touched the side of my face, I closed my eyes with a sigh. A moment later, I felt his lips meet mine.
I returned his kiss, which was gentle at first. As it grew more insistent, my lips were parted and we tasted deeply of each other. Fingers gently caressed and teased along the outline of one pointed ear, sending a shiver straight down my back. The sensation rippled through my hips and continued to my toes. His hand slowly traced a path along my neck. Enchanted fingers then fanned open to span from shoulder to throat, awakening an ache for more.
A knocking sound caused me to cry out in surprise and disappointment as Savlian disappeared. The beautiful sun-dappled meadow was replaced by near darkness. A dim light from embers in the fireplace revealed that I was in my own bed - alone. One hand was still between my breasts, clutching the letter he had sent me. I closed my eyes tightly and squeaked, "Savlian, come back to me."
"Dame Buffy?" The woman's soft voice that managed to carry through my door chased away any hope I had of returning to my dream.
"Just a moment," I managed to say breathlessly as I reluctantly pulled back the covers and swung my feet to the floor. Judging from the hint of light teasing my windows, I figured it was morning, but very early.
I donned a doeskin robe and padded to the door. "Who is it?"
"Ursanne Loche," came the answer from the other side.
I opened the door to see the Breton wearing a dark cloak and hood, standing in a steady rain. "Ursanne!" I grabbed both her hands, quickly pulled her inside and pressed the door closed against the weather. "Hang up those wet things and sit while I stoke the fire and start us some tea."
"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Milady." Ursanne hung her hooded cloak on a peg by my door and joined me in the main room of my home.
Once the fire was dancing brightly, I filled my kettle. Pouring some water into a basin, I washed my face and hands to clear the night away. I said to Ursanne, "Milady? You and Aleron have called me Buffy since I was born."
"I know, Milady, but I hear you are a knight now, and that is why I am here. To humbly petition your help."
"Give me those wet shoes so I can set them near the fire to dry," I demanded with a frown and outstretched hands.
After placing her shoes near my hearth, I brought some fruit, bread and cheese to the table. I then knelt before the seated woman and wrapped a wolf pelt around her cold, wet feet. "I'll have hot tea ready for you soon." Finally, I sat in the chair across the table from her. "How can I help you?"
"It's about Aleron, Milady. We went to the tournament awards ceremony, and he was terribly upset that Daenlin didn't win this year. After we got home, it was very late. Instead of coming to bed though, he said he needed to go out and see someone. As you know, that ceremony was two nights ago. I haven't seen him since." Her chin started to quiver and a tear escaped to slide down her cheek. "I'm so worried. I fear his gambling may have finally gotten him into something too deep to get out of."
"Who have you spoken to about this?" I asked as I pressed a linen handkerchief into her hand.
Ursanne dabbed at her eyes. "I asked Captain Lerus for help. She told me that since the tournament was over, Aleron had probably run off to the Imperial City to bet at the Arena. When I told her more of what happened, she scoffed and said she couldn't be bothered having her men chasing around after deadbeats."
I rose, brought us each a cup of tea and slid back into the seat across the table from my guest. I was struck by how much gray now augmented her brown hair. Had the change occurred too gradually for me to notice before? Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish? "Go on."
"Well," she continued, "I thought about asking one of the guards directly. Gladius Maro has shown kindness to Aleron and I, and he plays no favorites when it comes to the law." Ursanne frowned. "Then I realized that helping me would just get him into trouble - again. Every time he tries to do the right thing, he manages to upset someone in the castle. Then he ends up getting stuck on post by the stable or out on that island in the bay. I hear Captain Lerus was furious when, some time ago, Gladius arrested the Count's son for kicking poor Aia."
"I fear you're right," I sadly replied. "Gladius would no doubt try to help you, and get punished with a poor shift schedule for disobeying Captain Lerus."
"I was going to try and hire the Fighters Guild," she said, "but Aleron took every septim we had. I have no money at all now, Milady. And no one else to turn to." Her eyes swept the floor as the tears started again. "I-I don't know what to -"
"I will help you, Ursanne," I interrupted.
She looked at me with reddened eyes and tear streaked cheeks. "Mara bless you, Milady."
"Do you have any idea who Aleron may have gone out to see two nights ago?" After Ursanne shook her head, I continued, "I recently learned a little about tournament betting and may have some ideas. I can see you're exhausted though, Ursanne. Try to get some rest, and I'll find you as soon as I learn something."
She took one of my hands in both of hers and brought it to her lips. "Thank you, Milady. I shall await word in the chapel, where I will be asking Mara to watch over and protect you."
I helped Ursanne with her shoes and cloak, then closed the door after she left.
As a result of my efforts to locate the drain marksman scroll that Reman Broder had intended to sabotage the tournament with, I had a pretty good idea where to start the search for Aleron. He had over bet his purse on Daenlin, most likely with money borrowed from Kurdan gro-Dragol. The orc was dangerous, greedy and cunning. I didn't relish another meeting with him.
mALX- Thank you! Buffy's dance card was just so darn full during the lead up and shooting portion of the tourney, that is was difficult to squeeze in interaction with Acadian.
Rider- I'm so delighted that the assessment shared by you and Julian is similar to Acadian's. Buffy is frightened by her feelings, but I don't expect that will stop her from reaching out to see where they lead. It means a great deal that you and Julian think highly of Savlian.
hazmick- Thank you for your interest in Buffy's love life and there certainly will be more of it in the future. For a young elf that wears and shares her feelings and observations about everything so openly, I expect Buffy will be no different when it comes to that subject.
KC- Thank you! It was indeed our intent to spotlight Buffy's quest and who inspires her to pursue it.
Grits- Thank you! Acadian has traveled with Buffy for so long that when asked to think like a man, he had to pause for a moment. I'm so glad you endorse his advice. I agree with you that despite her youth and inexperience in the arena of love, Buffy does have some good insights. I think she realizes Savlian feels something for her, but she is restrained by her own lack of self-confidence. She does indeed point out some valid concerns that she should learn the answers to. Given the separation of distance and time, their letters are the most personal thing they have to hold on to.
SubRosa- Acadian did get a little blunt inferring Buffy was a dull arrow and that her mare possessed more insight into love than Buffy. I'm glad he offered her the dance advice, for I quite adore the arena / dance floor metaphors. You have to actively participate in life with its risks to ever hope of fully experiencing it of course.
MyCat- Thank you. You are exactly right in noting how differently humans and elves age. Buffy is aware of this and has even pondered it - in fact she will do so again in this next episode. She still has yet to fully confront whether she can accept or deal with it or not in a potential mate.
Zalphon- Thank you. That 'dull arrow' comment from Acadian could have easily earned him a full blown hands-on-the hips, chin in the air lecture from Buffy under other circumstances. Fortunately, their spirits are interwoven to the extent that she could sense and properly assess his intent.
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116 The Tournament of Archers, Part 32- A Wet Morning
The lush grass that was flattened beneath me softly tickled my back and legs. Intoxicating sounds from the nearby waterfall filled my ears. A gently cooling breeze played across the water droplets on my skin. I could hear birds chirping in the sunlit branches above us as I stared up into the beautiful brown eyes that were deep enough to hold my dreams. Smiling, I reached out to slip off the black headband. His face drew closer. As a gentle hand moved my wet hair aside and touched the side of my face, I closed my eyes with a sigh. A moment later, I felt his lips meet mine.
I returned his kiss, which was gentle at first. As it grew more insistent, my lips were parted and we tasted deeply of each other. Fingers gently caressed and teased along the outline of one pointed ear, sending a shiver straight down my back. The sensation rippled through my hips and continued to my toes. His hand slowly traced a path along my neck. Enchanted fingers then fanned open to span from shoulder to throat, awakening an ache for more.
A knocking sound caused me to cry out in surprise and disappointment as Savlian disappeared. The beautiful sun-dappled meadow was replaced by near darkness. A dim light from embers in the fireplace revealed that I was in my own bed - alone. One hand was still between my breasts, clutching the letter he had sent me. I closed my eyes tightly and squeaked, "Savlian, come back to me."
"Dame Buffy?" The woman's soft voice that managed to carry through my door chased away any hope I had of returning to my dream.
"Just a moment," I managed to say breathlessly as I reluctantly pulled back the covers and swung my feet to the floor. Judging from the hint of light teasing my windows, I figured it was morning, but very early.
I donned a doeskin robe and padded to the door. "Who is it?"
"Ursanne Loche," came the answer from the other side.
I opened the door to see the Breton wearing a dark cloak and hood, standing in a steady rain. "Ursanne!" I grabbed both her hands, quickly pulled her inside and pressed the door closed against the weather. "Hang up those wet things and sit while I stoke the fire and start us some tea."
"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Milady." Ursanne hung her hooded cloak on a peg by my door and joined me in the main room of my home.
Once the fire was dancing brightly, I filled my kettle. Pouring some water into a basin, I washed my face and hands to clear the night away. I said to Ursanne, "Milady? You and Aleron have called me Buffy since I was born."
"I know, Milady, but I hear you are a knight now, and that is why I am here. To humbly petition your help."
"Give me those wet shoes so I can set them near the fire to dry," I demanded with a frown and outstretched hands.
After placing her shoes near my hearth, I brought some fruit, bread and cheese to the table. I then knelt before the seated woman and wrapped a wolf pelt around her cold, wet feet. "I'll have hot tea ready for you soon." Finally, I sat in the chair across the table from her. "How can I help you?"
"It's about Aleron, Milady. We went to the tournament awards ceremony, and he was terribly upset that Daenlin didn't win this year. After we got home, it was very late. Instead of coming to bed though, he said he needed to go out and see someone. As you know, that ceremony was two nights ago. I haven't seen him since." Her chin started to quiver and a tear escaped to slide down her cheek. "I'm so worried. I fear his gambling may have finally gotten him into something too deep to get out of."
"Who have you spoken to about this?" I asked as I pressed a linen handkerchief into her hand.
Ursanne dabbed at her eyes. "I asked Captain Lerus for help. She told me that since the tournament was over, Aleron had probably run off to the Imperial City to bet at the Arena. When I told her more of what happened, she scoffed and said she couldn't be bothered having her men chasing around after deadbeats."
I rose, brought us each a cup of tea and slid back into the seat across the table from my guest. I was struck by how much gray now augmented her brown hair. Had the change occurred too gradually for me to notice before? Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish? "Go on."
"Well," she continued, "I thought about asking one of the guards directly. Gladius Maro has shown kindness to Aleron and I, and he plays no favorites when it comes to the law." Ursanne frowned. "Then I realized that helping me would just get him into trouble - again. Every time he tries to do the right thing, he manages to upset someone in the castle. Then he ends up getting stuck on post by the stable or out on that island in the bay. I hear Captain Lerus was furious when, some time ago, Gladius arrested the Count's son for kicking poor Aia."
"I fear you're right," I sadly replied. "Gladius would no doubt try to help you, and get punished with a poor shift schedule for disobeying Captain Lerus."
"I was going to try and hire the Fighters Guild," she said, "but Aleron took every septim we had. I have no money at all now, Milady. And no one else to turn to." Her eyes swept the floor as the tears started again. "I-I don't know what to -"
"I will help you, Ursanne," I interrupted.
She looked at me with reddened eyes and tear streaked cheeks. "Mara bless you, Milady."
"Do you have any idea who Aleron may have gone out to see two nights ago?" After Ursanne shook her head, I continued, "I recently learned a little about tournament betting and may have some ideas. I can see you're exhausted though, Ursanne. Try to get some rest, and I'll find you as soon as I learn something."
She took one of my hands in both of hers and brought it to her lips. "Thank you, Milady. I shall await word in the chapel, where I will be asking Mara to watch over and protect you."
I helped Ursanne with her shoes and cloak, then closed the door after she left.
As a result of my efforts to locate the drain marksman scroll that Reman Broder had intended to sabotage the tournament with, I had a pretty good idea where to start the search for Aleron. He had over bet his purse on Daenlin, most likely with money borrowed from Kurdan gro-Dragol. The orc was dangerous, greedy and cunning. I didn't relish another meeting with him.
Oooh, a wet-dream! What a way to start the day! Unfortunately I know just a little too well the feeling that results from waking up just when the going gets good. Poor Buffy! 
And now we see Ursanne at her distressed best. Bless dear Buffy for making her comfortable first. Buffy is a consummate hostess toward her friends.
What a wonderful summation of the state of things in the town guard. Your version of Captain Lerus is a little different from mine but still fits the in-game situation very well.
And is Buffy about to get caught up in the world's most dangerous hunt? I look forward to finding out!
And now we see Ursanne at her distressed best. Bless dear Buffy for making her comfortable first. Buffy is a consummate hostess toward her friends.
What a wonderful summation of the state of things in the town guard. Your version of Captain Lerus is a little different from mine but still fits the in-game situation very well.
And is Buffy about to get caught up in the world's most dangerous hunt? I look forward to finding out!
Woah! Buffy has really fallen in deep for Savlian.
Oh no! Buffy seems to know Ursanne and Aleron well. Careful around Kurdan Buffy!
Always a pleasure, Acadian.
Oh no! Buffy seems to know Ursanne and Aleron well. Careful around Kurdan Buffy!
Always a pleasure, Acadian.
Oh no, Buffy and Kurdan to meet again! I see trouble in her future! GAAAAAH !!
I hope Buffy knows what is about to go down. When Haa-Rei did that quest he only just managed to get out alive. Our Bosmer needs health potions! Lots of 'em.
A wet morning, indeed. Darn it, Ursanne!! It seems that Buffy’s dreams can be as delicately enchanting as the bowgirl herself.
Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish?
I am reminded here of the caution that makes Buffy the butterfly such a deadly force with her bow. It makes perfect sense that while she sometimes may not be the sharpest arrow in the quiver (I didn’t say that, Buffy!), she would approach the heart’s arena/dance floor with care.
The orc was dangerous, greedy and cunning. I didn't relish another meeting with him.
I am chilled by the thought. A poisoned arrow won’t get any information from Kurdan. I look forward to seeing how Buffy gets this job done.
It seems that Buffy’s dreams can be as delicately enchanting as the bowgirl herself.Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish?
I am reminded here of the caution that makes Buffy the butterfly such a deadly force with her bow. It makes perfect sense that while she sometimes may not be the sharpest arrow in the quiver (I didn’t say that, Buffy!
), she would approach the heart’s arena/dance floor with care.The orc was dangerous, greedy and cunning. I didn't relish another meeting with him.
I am chilled by the thought. A poisoned arrow won’t get any information from Kurdan. I look forward to seeing how Buffy gets this job done.
Buffy is never going to see Savlian again, unless she is very very careful! And there's traps in her future too.
This quest isn't an easy one for a ranged/stealth character. It will be interesting to see how the mystic side of the archer comes through.
I like the change from Ursanne being totally passive and waiting to be approached by the player. It just makes so much more sense this way, especially with that explanation of why the city guards can't do anything.
I like the change from Ursanne being totally passive and waiting to be approached by the player. It just makes so much more sense this way, especially with that explanation of why the city guards can't do anything.
the beautiful brown eyes that were deep enough to hold my dreams.
This was a wonderful passage. Those kinds of dreams always end too soon!
There are some nice little bits here that reveal Buffy is a hunter. The doeskin robe, the wolfskin to warm Ursanne's feet, etc... Good little things that support what you have written about her.
Here we see the seed you planted in the Tournament of Archers sprout. Buffy knows that Aleron borrowed heavily from Jabba the Hut to bet on Daenlin, and lost it all. Now that he has disappeared, I am sure she knows exactly where to start looking.
Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish?
This was a subtle reminder of the differences in lifespans between humans and elves. Although in this case, I think the grey is from because of Ursanne's no-good husband, rather than Father Time.
Finally, another mention of Buffy's favorite guardsman, and the explanation for why she sees him so often at the front gate. It's not easy being a god cop in a bad town.
This was a wonderful passage. Those kinds of dreams always end too soon!
There are some nice little bits here that reveal Buffy is a hunter. The doeskin robe, the wolfskin to warm Ursanne's feet, etc... Good little things that support what you have written about her.
Here we see the seed you planted in the Tournament of Archers sprout. Buffy knows that Aleron borrowed heavily from Jabba the Hut to bet on Daenlin, and lost it all. Now that he has disappeared, I am sure she knows exactly where to start looking.
Did the fact that humans lived their short lives so quickly make them creatures to pity or treasures to cherish?
This was a subtle reminder of the differences in lifespans between humans and elves. Although in this case, I think the grey is from because of Ursanne's no-good husband, rather than Father Time.
Finally, another mention of Buffy's favorite guardsman, and the explanation for why she sees him so often at the front gate. It's not easy being a god cop in a bad town.
It appears I have a lot of catching up to do.
I haven't had much time to read lately, what with my late computer's death throes and the need to order replacement parts, and with general life stuff that required precedence over time spent here. I've also been thinking long and hard about a few ideas I've been having.
I'm back to reading now, though I can't say for sure when I'll be finished playing catch-up.
I haven't had much time to read lately, what with my late computer's death throes and the need to order replacement parts, and with general life stuff that required precedence over time spent here. I've also been thinking long and hard about a few ideas I've been having.
I'm back to reading now, though I can't say for sure when I'll be finished playing catch-up.
Episode 116 began with Buffy being interrupted from a dream of Savlian Matius. Her morning visitor was Ursanne Loche, desperate to find her missing husband, Aleron. After agreeing to try and help, Buffy considered the likelihood that Kurdan gro-Dragol was involved.
Rider- Thank your kindness in highlighting Buffy's hospitality. She has known Ursanne all her life and was clearly uncomfortable with the older woman deferring to her knighthood. I suspect Buffy was overcompensating and, without realizing it, displaying some 'servant-leadership' almost to the point of washing Ursanne's feet. I know you are familiar with the reference. Regarding the perplexingly dark web that is politics in Bravil, I'm leaving efforts at sorting that out to the impressive skills of you and SubRosa. I don't expect Buffy will ever understand too much more about what goes on inside the castle than the observations and hearsay that she can sometimes share with us.
KC- Thank you. I guess Buffy's dream was not surprising after spending the day thinking of Savlian and falling asleep with his letter. Much better than dreaming of being eaten by clannfears!
mALX- Well, Kurdan may be big and mean and cunning and dangerous, but considering how well they got on during their first meeting, what could go wrong? *gulp* Thank you!
hazmick- I'm so glad Haa-Rei made it through that quest! We will take some liberties with it (of course), but it should remain pretty recognizable. I think Kurdan outwitted and outgunned Buffy the last time they met; I hope she does better this time.
Grits- I knew you would note the dual meaning of that episode's title. I hope Buffy doesn't expect the real deal to be so ziplessly perfect - particularly when it gets to the sock drawer stage. You nailed Buffy's dilemma regarding Kurdan of course; she's going to have to somehow deal or compromise with his cunning nastiness to learn what she seeks. Gosh, I hope the episode title is not also a foreshadow of another greaves-peeing episode!
MyCat- Thank you. Once Buffy gets to arrow-nocking time, she will certainly heed your wise, cautionary advice.
ghastley- I join you in having a feeling that by the end of the quest, Buffy will need her entire repertoire of hard-earned skills. I'm so honored that you liked how we eased Buffy into 'Caught in the Hunt' in such a way that it made sense for her and fit within this storyline. It's a great quest, but in working it into Buffy's story we found that several more upcoming tweaks were necessary to have it make sense.
SubRosa- Thank you for enjoying Buffy's dream. It was a real challenge to write. I confess that even a day after posting it, I tweaked it to soften things a little bit. That was in between the time that hazmick and Grits read the episode. I am much happier with it now. Thank you for noting the trappings of a hunter in Buffy's home. I agree that after the gambling of the tournament, Aleron's misfortune was a natural progression here. As is so often the case, you nailed what we are trying to show in Bravil: For reasons beyond Buffy's understanding, there is something going on in the castle that results in selective law enforcement; yet, there are a few 'good cops' and, not surprisingly, those are the ones that Buffy calls friends.
TK- A warm welcome back! Best wishes with the computer and managing those pesky real life considerations. I look forward to the fruits of your in-progress creative ideas!
"My name's Buffy. Who are you?"
The Khajiit I found upstairs at The Lonely Suitor Lodge wore a light set of unadorned mail. The curved ear of an elven bow and a small forest of arrow tails bristled above his shoulders. He eyed me suspiciously, then flattened his ears and said, "This one is called Ra'jhera the Keeneye. What do you want?"
"I'm looking for Kurdan gro-Dragol," I replied. "I have business with him."
His feline eyes traveled to the weaponry that rose above my own shoulders, then wandered down my blouse, buckskin greaves and boots. He pushed a door open behind him, turned his head and announced into the room beyond, "Kurdan, new prey."
A moment later the orc filled the doorway, tugging the drawstring on a pair of flax pants with one hand. Rubbing his eyes with the other, he said, "You got a death wish, elf? It ain't even noon yet."
"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot the other night," I said, "but Ursanne Loche tells me Aleron is missing and she's worried sick about him. Since I suspect he owes you money, I'm hoping you might know his whereabouts and be willing to help poor Ursanne."
"Yeah, I know where he is." He scratched his bare chest and yawned. "What's it worth to you?"
Oh just great, I thought. Here we go again. "I don't wish to insult you, Kurdan, but I'm not going to sleep with you. My heart belongs to another."
"Bah!" he scoffed. "You missed your chance. I got me a nice Dunmer back here," he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "and she ain't no frigid little bark biter like you. Start talking gold if you want to deal."
"Perhaps I could make good on Aleron's debt," I said, ignoring the insult. "How much does he owe you?"
The figure Kurdan quoted made me glad that I still had quite a bit of gold from the treasure that Alawen and I had shared from the Panther River. "I can cover that as soon as Aleron is safely back with Ursanne."
"It don't work that way. I'll tell you how it's going be and if you don't like it you can just take your skinny butt right out of here." One orcish eyebrow raised in challenge.
I felt outmaneuvered, but was determined to keep my temper under control. "I'm listening."
"That's better," said Kurdan. "You give me the gold now. Then, Raj here takes you by boat out to one of the local forts where I left my family axe. You retrieve it and Raj will bring you back. When I get the axe in my hands, I'll tell you where Aleron is."
"Why doesn't 'Raj' just get the axe for you?" I asked with a suspicious frown.
"This one doesn't like closed, dark spaces," said the Khajiit.
"Yeah, that's right," added Kurdan. "Make up your mind. If you agree, Raj'll take you out there right away - before you can shoot off that little mouth to your pals like Gladius Maro. I got dirt on Captain Lerus, but there's a handful of her guards that even she can't keep in the box."
I didn't trust Kurdan any farther than I could throw him of course. The problem was that I didn't really see any alternatives if I wanted to learn where Aleron was. After a sigh, I nodded in resignation, then started counting out gold.
"Good choice, elf." Kurdan said.
With a much lighter coin purse, I was led by the Khajiit out of The Lonely Suitor. The rain had stopped and clouds were yielding to late morning sunshine. We quickly arrived at the docks and an awaiting empty sailboat. The craft looked big enough to carry almost half a dozen, yet small enough to be crewed by one. Ra'jhera untied the boat as I stepped on board. He then joined me. After pushing us away from the dock, he unfurled the sail into a gentle breeze.
As we glided out of the city to join the Niben Bay, I remarked, "It's turned into a lovely day. Which fort are we going to? Do you think we'll be back by lunch?"
The Khajiit's eyes studied the horizon ahead of us while one paw made small adjustments to the rudder. His ears looked relaxed, but the tip of his tail flicked slowly back and forth.
I tried again. "Do you know what this axe I'm supposed to fetch looks like?"
Only a gentle flap from the sail replied.
"Um, Ra'jhera, I saw a mud crab out here the other day. They have sharp claws, but the meat is pretty good. Don't you agree?"
Silence.
I gave up trying to learn more of what lay ahead. We continued wordlessly.
After perhaps half an hour, the silhouette of old fort appeared ahead of us. As we drew closer, I could see it was on a small island and the gray stone walls were still glistening darkly from the preceding night of rain. I now recognized our destination as Fort Grief. The abandoned outpost was on my map, but I had never explored it. With no bridge leading to the island nor boats on the shore, I imagined the fort was probably abandoned except for perhaps a few mud crabs or water rats. How hard could it be to find Kurdan's axe? The item seemed important to him and, perhaps once it was in my possession, I would have a bargaining tool to make sure the orc lived up to his end of the bargain.
As the boat slid to a stop on the sandy beach, I scrambled out to tie it down. We then approached a closed gate that punctuated the fort's circular outer wall. Ra'jhera moved the foliage of a bush aside and turned a hidden handle. In response, the gate swung open with a groan. Suspiciously, I stopped and asked, "Why are there gate controls on the outside of the fort?"
The Khajhiit finally talked again, "As you can see the handle is cleverly hidden. Ra'jhera imagines the builders provided for such access in case the fort ever fell and needed to be recaptured."
"Well, I guess that makes sense, but you come with me, at least into the bailey."
After a moment, he nodded and the two of us passed through the gate.
No more than a few paces inside the courtyard, I chirped in surprise, "Aleron!" I quickly added with a sense of relief, "As soon I find Kurdan's axe, we'll take you back to Ursanne." A groaning sound and sobering metallic click behind me caught my attention. I sprinted back to the now closed entrance. The Khajhiit had quietly slipped out during my excitement at seeing Aleron and now stared at me from the other side of iron bars. I snapped, "Ra'jhera! Open this gate!"
Rider- Thank your kindness in highlighting Buffy's hospitality. She has known Ursanne all her life and was clearly uncomfortable with the older woman deferring to her knighthood. I suspect Buffy was overcompensating and, without realizing it, displaying some 'servant-leadership' almost to the point of washing Ursanne's feet. I know you are familiar with the reference. Regarding the perplexingly dark web that is politics in Bravil, I'm leaving efforts at sorting that out to the impressive skills of you and SubRosa.
I don't expect Buffy will ever understand too much more about what goes on inside the castle than the observations and hearsay that she can sometimes share with us. KC- Thank you. I guess Buffy's dream was not surprising after spending the day thinking of Savlian and falling asleep with his letter. Much better than dreaming of being eaten by clannfears!
mALX- Well, Kurdan may be big and mean and cunning and dangerous, but considering how well they got on during their first meeting, what could go wrong? *gulp*
Thank you! hazmick- I'm so glad Haa-Rei made it through that quest! We will take some liberties with it (of course), but it should remain pretty recognizable. I think Kurdan outwitted and outgunned Buffy the last time they met; I hope she does better this time.
Grits- I knew you would note the dual meaning of that episode's title. I hope Buffy doesn't expect the real deal to be so ziplessly perfect - particularly when it gets to the sock drawer stage.
You nailed Buffy's dilemma regarding Kurdan of course; she's going to have to somehow deal or compromise with his cunning nastiness to learn what she seeks. Gosh, I hope the episode title is not also a foreshadow of another greaves-peeing episode!MyCat- Thank you. Once Buffy gets to arrow-nocking time, she will certainly heed your wise, cautionary advice.
ghastley- I join you in having a feeling that by the end of the quest, Buffy will need her entire repertoire of hard-earned skills. I'm so honored that you liked how we eased Buffy into 'Caught in the Hunt' in such a way that it made sense for her and fit within this storyline. It's a great quest, but in working it into Buffy's story we found that several more upcoming tweaks were necessary to have it make sense.
SubRosa- Thank you for enjoying Buffy's dream. It was a real challenge to write. I confess that even a day after posting it, I tweaked it to soften things a little bit. That was in between the time that hazmick and Grits read the episode. I am much happier with it now. Thank you for noting the trappings of a hunter in Buffy's home. I agree that after the gambling of the tournament, Aleron's misfortune was a natural progression here. As is so often the case, you nailed what we are trying to show in Bravil: For reasons beyond Buffy's understanding, there is something going on in the castle that results in selective law enforcement; yet, there are a few 'good cops' and, not surprisingly, those are the ones that Buffy calls friends.
TK- A warm welcome back! Best wishes with the computer and managing those pesky real life considerations. I look forward to the fruits of your in-progress creative ideas!
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117 The Tournament of Archers, Part 33- Caught in the Hunt
"My name's Buffy. Who are you?"
The Khajiit I found upstairs at The Lonely Suitor Lodge wore a light set of unadorned mail. The curved ear of an elven bow and a small forest of arrow tails bristled above his shoulders. He eyed me suspiciously, then flattened his ears and said, "This one is called Ra'jhera the Keeneye. What do you want?"
"I'm looking for Kurdan gro-Dragol," I replied. "I have business with him."
His feline eyes traveled to the weaponry that rose above my own shoulders, then wandered down my blouse, buckskin greaves and boots. He pushed a door open behind him, turned his head and announced into the room beyond, "Kurdan, new prey."
A moment later the orc filled the doorway, tugging the drawstring on a pair of flax pants with one hand. Rubbing his eyes with the other, he said, "You got a death wish, elf? It ain't even noon yet."
"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot the other night," I said, "but Ursanne Loche tells me Aleron is missing and she's worried sick about him. Since I suspect he owes you money, I'm hoping you might know his whereabouts and be willing to help poor Ursanne."
"Yeah, I know where he is." He scratched his bare chest and yawned. "What's it worth to you?"
Oh just great, I thought. Here we go again. "I don't wish to insult you, Kurdan, but I'm not going to sleep with you. My heart belongs to another."
"Bah!" he scoffed. "You missed your chance. I got me a nice Dunmer back here," he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "and she ain't no frigid little bark biter like you. Start talking gold if you want to deal."
"Perhaps I could make good on Aleron's debt," I said, ignoring the insult. "How much does he owe you?"
The figure Kurdan quoted made me glad that I still had quite a bit of gold from the treasure that Alawen and I had shared from the Panther River. "I can cover that as soon as Aleron is safely back with Ursanne."
"It don't work that way. I'll tell you how it's going be and if you don't like it you can just take your skinny butt right out of here." One orcish eyebrow raised in challenge.
I felt outmaneuvered, but was determined to keep my temper under control. "I'm listening."
"That's better," said Kurdan. "You give me the gold now. Then, Raj here takes you by boat out to one of the local forts where I left my family axe. You retrieve it and Raj will bring you back. When I get the axe in my hands, I'll tell you where Aleron is."
"Why doesn't 'Raj' just get the axe for you?" I asked with a suspicious frown.
"This one doesn't like closed, dark spaces," said the Khajiit.
"Yeah, that's right," added Kurdan. "Make up your mind. If you agree, Raj'll take you out there right away - before you can shoot off that little mouth to your pals like Gladius Maro. I got dirt on Captain Lerus, but there's a handful of her guards that even she can't keep in the box."
I didn't trust Kurdan any farther than I could throw him of course. The problem was that I didn't really see any alternatives if I wanted to learn where Aleron was. After a sigh, I nodded in resignation, then started counting out gold.
"Good choice, elf." Kurdan said.
With a much lighter coin purse, I was led by the Khajiit out of The Lonely Suitor. The rain had stopped and clouds were yielding to late morning sunshine. We quickly arrived at the docks and an awaiting empty sailboat. The craft looked big enough to carry almost half a dozen, yet small enough to be crewed by one. Ra'jhera untied the boat as I stepped on board. He then joined me. After pushing us away from the dock, he unfurled the sail into a gentle breeze.
As we glided out of the city to join the Niben Bay, I remarked, "It's turned into a lovely day. Which fort are we going to? Do you think we'll be back by lunch?"
The Khajiit's eyes studied the horizon ahead of us while one paw made small adjustments to the rudder. His ears looked relaxed, but the tip of his tail flicked slowly back and forth.
I tried again. "Do you know what this axe I'm supposed to fetch looks like?"
Only a gentle flap from the sail replied.
"Um, Ra'jhera, I saw a mud crab out here the other day. They have sharp claws, but the meat is pretty good. Don't you agree?"
Silence.
I gave up trying to learn more of what lay ahead. We continued wordlessly.
After perhaps half an hour, the silhouette of old fort appeared ahead of us. As we drew closer, I could see it was on a small island and the gray stone walls were still glistening darkly from the preceding night of rain. I now recognized our destination as Fort Grief. The abandoned outpost was on my map, but I had never explored it. With no bridge leading to the island nor boats on the shore, I imagined the fort was probably abandoned except for perhaps a few mud crabs or water rats. How hard could it be to find Kurdan's axe? The item seemed important to him and, perhaps once it was in my possession, I would have a bargaining tool to make sure the orc lived up to his end of the bargain.
As the boat slid to a stop on the sandy beach, I scrambled out to tie it down. We then approached a closed gate that punctuated the fort's circular outer wall. Ra'jhera moved the foliage of a bush aside and turned a hidden handle. In response, the gate swung open with a groan. Suspiciously, I stopped and asked, "Why are there gate controls on the outside of the fort?"
The Khajhiit finally talked again, "As you can see the handle is cleverly hidden. Ra'jhera imagines the builders provided for such access in case the fort ever fell and needed to be recaptured."
"Well, I guess that makes sense, but you come with me, at least into the bailey."
After a moment, he nodded and the two of us passed through the gate.
No more than a few paces inside the courtyard, I chirped in surprise, "Aleron!" I quickly added with a sense of relief, "As soon I find Kurdan's axe, we'll take you back to Ursanne." A groaning sound and sobering metallic click behind me caught my attention. I sprinted back to the now closed entrance. The Khajhiit had quietly slipped out during my excitement at seeing Aleron and now stared at me from the other side of iron bars. I snapped, "Ra'jhera! Open this gate!"
As we glided out of the city to join the Niben Bay, I remarked, "It's turned into a lovely day. Which fort are we going to? Do you think we'll be back by lunch?"
The Khajiit's eyes studied the horizon ahead of us while one paw made small adjustments to the rudder. His ears looked relaxed, but the tip of his tail flicked slowly back and forth.
I tried again. "Do you know what this axe I'm supposed to fetch looks like?"
Only a gentle flap from the sail replied.
"Um, Ra'jhera, I saw a mud crab out here the other day. They have sharp claws, but the meat is pretty good. Don't you agree?"
Silence.
I gave up trying to learn more of what lay ahead. We continued wordlessly.
Highly amusing passage here. Getting words out of Ra'jhera poves to be most difficult. After trying and failing to get useful information out of the cat-man, Buffy resorts to small-talk, which itself gets a blank response. Finally she gives up. Nice use of a line from the game there - gave me some laughs.
The Khajiit's eyes studied the horizon ahead of us while one paw made small adjustments to the rudder. His ears looked relaxed, but the tip of his tail flicked slowly back and forth.
I tried again. "Do you know what this axe I'm supposed to fetch looks like?"
Only a gentle flap from the sail replied.
"Um, Ra'jhera, I saw a mud crab out here the other day. They have sharp claws, but the meat is pretty good. Don't you agree?"
Silence.
I gave up trying to learn more of what lay ahead. We continued wordlessly.
Highly amusing passage here. Getting words out of Ra'jhera poves to be most difficult. After trying and failing to get useful information out of the cat-man, Buffy resorts to small-talk, which itself gets a blank response. Finally she gives up. Nice use of a line from the game there - gave me some laughs.
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As we glided out of the city to join the Niben Bay, I remarked, "It's turned into a lovely day. Which fort are we going to? Do you think we'll be back by lunch?"
So very Buffy!
I wonder how this little quest will turn out for Buffy. Hopefully she'll have enough room inside the fort to take them out one by one.
Good chapter!
I like the change from the boat with an auto-pilot to using Ra'jhera to take her there. It never made sense that the boat knew the way on its own.
So...when does Buffy get published? I demand an answer because I want to know where to go for the book signing!
I had to laugh at Buffy's take on a certain infamous dialogue from the game. The fact that even that failed to elicit a response from Ra'jhera fits what we've seen so far of this tailed folk. That twitch of his tail is a nice touch. It usually signals conflict in cats - they want to but they don't want to in a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't situation. It makes me wonder about the conflict Ra'jhera is feeling here. Likely nothing more than just minding his own business rather than smashing a grapefruit into Buffy's face for her small talk.
Your version of the beginning of the Hunt quest totally fits your story line and Buffy's character. Of course she would try to pay Aleron's debt and get him back that way, of course she got outmaneuvered from the get go. She's bright enough to know that, but maybe not quite bright enough to be wary of Ra'jhera's (and Kurdan's) intentions.
I look forward to the conversation between Buffy and Aleron. I also look forward to how she handles the rest of the questline.
Your version of the beginning of the Hunt quest totally fits your story line and Buffy's character. Of course she would try to pay Aleron's debt and get him back that way, of course she got outmaneuvered from the get go. She's bright enough to know that, but maybe not quite bright enough to be wary of Ra'jhera's (and Kurdan's) intentions.
I look forward to the conversation between Buffy and Aleron. I also look forward to how she handles the rest of the questline.
Buffy seems to have made a new friend! Sort of. He's the kind of friend who doesn't talk much then locks you in castles.
The old "I saw a mudcrab earlier..." line. That's when you know a conversation isn't doing well.
The old "I saw a mudcrab earlier..." line. That's when you know a conversation isn't doing well.
"Fort Grief." Nothing unpleasant about it, apart from the blood-smears on the wall. Sure, let's go in!
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