Alright qualification! Good thing Aravi has 3 days to get back to Bravil!

I suspect Daenlin will be talking to Buffy about that last shot later on.

WOO HOO! Buffy throwing her game to keep Daenlin in the Tourney !!! Then the Buffiest moment comes:



You excelled your own self on this Tourney, and that was hard to do - LOVE THESE CHAPTERS !!!!

I loved this the first time around, and love it even more the second time! Nothing like this scene to remind us of Buffy's well-developed fashion sense!

And cue the music from The Adventures of Robin Hood! I'm looking for Errol Flynn now!

Oh look, that merchant sells nothing but shoes!
This was one of my favorite quotes from BF 1.0! I am so glad it made the transition to 2.0.

Daenlin shows why he is the reigning champion of the tourney for what, seven years running? I feel sorry for the archers who have to compete with that! Buffy shows that the acorn does not fall far from the tree with her own shooting of course. How sweet of her to purposely throw her last shot so her "uncle" Daenlin keeps the lead! Very female of her.

Daenlin, if you ever see me wear a mithril cuirass with a long skirt, will you promise to shoot me?
Another of my favorites! I always think this when I see Schlera in the game!

A fun morning at the tournament, with a tasty meal and good company. I hope that Buffy can indeed spend a few days being a carefree young elf. Somehow I suspect that life will throw her a few curves, as it always does!


nits:
The ladies liked him and it was easy to see why with his rugged good looks and clear blue eyes that fairly sparkled.
This runs on a bit. I think it could use one or two commas is all. Or perhaps even break it into two sentences:
The ladies liked him. It was easy to see why, with his rugged good looks and clear blue eyes that fairly sparkled.

Buffy is just so Buffy in this! She should have been more subtle in throwing the archery competition though, Daenlin has to have noticed.

Alas I saw no nits. Actually good too, they itch.

Blast, I keep missing these. Anyway, very nice. Having never read Buffy 1.0 , the tournament is all new - and exciting. Aradroth is also turning out to be in interesting character.

I'm gonna quote this one more time:

This is pure Buffy in my mind. Everything else vanishes in the glow of unexplored shoes!


Or as Dorothy Parker once retorted: ‘Pearls before swine.’

Now this is Buffy at her absolute best. She refuses to show up her master in the tournament by purposely qualifying one point behind him. Knowing Daenlin, nothing would make him prouder than to lose to his own student. How does the old saying go? It is the poor teacher whose student doesn’t surpass him. Having seen Buffy use her bow countless times during her odyssey, I can say for a fact that Daenlin is not a poor teacher!

I’m late to the party, but I wanted to say how much I am enjoying the festival atmosphere in Bravil! I would think that Daenlin will be pleased on the day that Buffy surpasses him, but I expect that it would not please Buffy at all to do so. I feel the same way about a cuirass worn with a long skirt. That is a capital offense. Daenlin has made one big mistake in this episode. He has only given Buffy an hour for her shopping!!

In our previous episode, Daenlin and Buffy each fired their qualification round early on the opening day of the tournament. It seems there will be three days of qualifying, after which the top ten shooters will advance to a final day of competition. The pair of elves then enjoyed some lunch in the reviewing stands as they observed some of the other contestants shooting.

ghastley- Thank you! With that silly shooting stuff out of the way for the morning, Buffy gets to go shopping next!

King Coin- Oh, I hope Aravi makes it back to Bravil in time! Thanks!

mALX- Gosh, I'm so glad you are enjoying the tournament! Thank you!

Rider- I'm so humbled that both in 1.0 and now again in 2.0, you mention our tournament in the same breath as such fabulous images as Robin Hood and Errol Flynn! Thank you!

SubRosa- Thank you. Buffy will truly feel her work is done if she can get her red-headed Bosmeri sister to blossom a faint smile upon passing a footwear boutique! You're right. Buffy simply wants Daenlin to win 'his' tournament (yes, seven years now) and for her to shoot well enough that he is proud of her. Thanks also for helping me to improve that one sentence you mentioned.

MyCat- Thank you! You're right; Buffy didn't do as well as she would like at being subtle. She had to make sure she was shooting well enough so Daenlin would be proud of her. By the time she was comfortable with that, she only had one shot left to work with and found herself ahead of her master. She truly can't make shots go exactly where she wants and was trying for a seven or eight, hoping Daenlin would attribute it to either the longer range or nerves. As you can see, Daenlin is suspicious though.

Linara- Thank you! I am also having great fun reading Maya's voyage of discovery. I (and Winter Wolf) are glad you're finding Aradroth interesting. He'll never be a fuzzy bunny, but he will be a part of Buffy's Bravilian family.

Destri- Your comments warm my heart. The shoe shop is a simple reminder that, despite the dangers of her world, Buffy is a young elven girl. As you know, I revel in the concept that Buffy's story is a simple one that can hopefully be likened to comfort food. Your take on Daenlin is spot on. What it would mean to him to have his precious apprentice exceed him is a lesson he has yet to teach Buffy.

Grits- Thank you. I am so thinking of a Renaissance Fair that ate Bravil! We know Buffy's take on the tourney, in that she figures Daenlin winning it again is very important to him. Despite how comfortable she and Daenlin are together, she doesn't have a clue about his true perspective on the tournament. You and Destri do though. You're also very right about a cuirass and a long skirt; that is so Second Era! Okay, let's see how much damage Buffy can do with only an hour to shop.



Wandering through the confusing maze of merchant tents and vendors that filled the tournament grounds, I found myself staring up at a wooden sign that read 'Olaf's Fine Armor'. Curious, I parted the yellow and white flaps and slipped inside. Cheerful lantern light illuminated the roomy tent. Several tables and simple wooden mannequins displayed a variety of armor.

Hidden among the impossibly massive sets of mail and plate, one delicate cuirass caught my eye. The black color seemed to almost absorb light, but it was delicately embellished by ornately scrolled designs of a gentle golden hue.

The rounded shoulder pieces were of some type of plate with vertical flanges rising atop each. These stylish little wings were apparently to arrest shoulder blows before they could reach the wearer's neck. The thin breast plate was clearly forged to accommodate a woman. The rest of the cuirass was mail. The links were so fine that they appeared to form a supple cloth of black steel. Most notably, the armor was cropped right at the narrowest part of the waist, offering no trailing sections of plate to protect one's hips. Upon closer examination, it felt exquisite under my fingers and surprisingly light.

"Ah, Olaf sees you have quite the discriminating eye, Milady." The booming voice came from a mountain of pure Skyrim that now stood beside me.

"This flimsy thing?" I frowned dismissively, gesturing at the gorgeous armor. "It doesn't look as if it could stop the bite of a sewer rat."

"I see." The Nord's blue eyes sparkled in challenge as a smile creased his weathered face. "It's made for she who needs to be nimble, silent and unseen." Raising a shovel-sized hand to rub his chin, the smith measured me with his eyes. "I believe you may be just petite enough that this one of a kind piece of exquisite craftsmanship might fit." Lifting an eyebrow, he added, "Of course, I can see you wouldn't be interested in trying it on though."

"Well, I do have an hour to kill before I rejoin my archery master." I shrugged, trying to mask my enthusiasm. "Why not?"

A few moments later, I had drawn a curtain around what sufficed as a changing area. The beautiful cuirass fit perfectly, as if it were made for me. "What do you call this ugly thing, anyway?"

"The adventurer who sold the cuirass to me said its name was Night Shadow," came the Nord's reply. "Obviously of elven origin, its exact history is a mystery."

I slid the curtain open. From the sound of air slowly escaping Olaf's pursed lips and his widened eyes, I gathered the armor looked pretty good on me. It certainly clashed horribly with my tan buckskin greaves though.

To Olaf's amusement, I hopped about the tent, pivoting, crouching, and quickly drawing Slayer several times. The tiny links of mail seemed almost woven over their soft backing and made practically no noise. The cuirass afforded surprising freedom of movement. I wanted - no, I needed it. "Well, it doesn't offer any protection at the hips and these bits on the shoulders are rather clunky, but at least I can move in it and it does seem to fit." I stepped behind the curtain to remove the armor.

"I must say, it looks quite fetching on you, Milady. The haultguards atop each shoulder are to protect that pretty neck of yours," Olaf cleared his throat, "and as you have just so elegantly demonstrated, the lack of hip plating is to ensure unrestricted and quiet movement. Perhaps just the thing for a lithe and graceful she-archer?"

From behind the cloth barrier separating us, I smiled at Olaf's obvious flattery while removing the armor. I imagined how perfect the cuirass would look with the black buckskin greaves and boots that I had at home. "Well, I suppose I could be interested." Pulling on my flax blouse, I continued, "I'm sure, that since the armor offers such a low level of protection, it must be cheap?" After slipping both arms into my cropped vest of suede, I slid the curtain open. "Oh, by the way, my name's Buffy."

"Cheap?" Olaf frowned and shook his head. "Buffy, surely that discriminating eye of yours cannot miss the superb quality of elven craftsmanship so evident in this unique cuirass. I can't possibly part with it for less than a thousand gold."

"Why, I've seen horses and houses sell for less than that!" Although I knew that top quality armor could indeed fetch that kind of price, I was still taken aback and had no trouble mustering an attitude of chagrin. "No wonder this armor remains on display gathering dust. I thought perhaps you might be serious about selling it." I started to leave, hoping Olaf would stop me.

"Well, don't storm off now." The Nord's voice caused me to pause, then he slowly added, "I suppose I might have just a small amount of room to negotiate, especially since that armor looks like it was made for you. Nine hundred?"

Turning, I faced Olaf full on, looked up to his broad face and countered, "I was hoping for quite a bit less, actually." I batted my eyelashes at the Nord and smiled sweetly.

Olaf inhaled loudly and generated a convincing wince. "I'm such a pushover for a pretty young lady. I'll consider eight fifty, but that's as low as I can go."

"I appreciate your willingness to work with a girl of humble means such as myself, Olaf." I gently placed a hand on the rippling muscles of the smith's forearm. He didn't seem to notice the subtle emerald glow at the tips of my fingers. "I don't think I have that much gold. Are you sure you couldn't drop the price just a teeny bit more?"

It was clear that my spell had worked when Olaf cheerfully responded, "Why for you, dear lady? Of course, how does six hundred sound?"

"Oh Olaf, I could kiss you," I purred. "That is so much more affordable. There are some of other considerations though. Unless you intend to sell this armor to a child with breasts, I expect you realize that finding another woman that is both interested and fits into it is rather unlikely. Then there's the fact that even if I could struggle to purchase the cuirass, I would be broke. Worse," I lied, "I have no black greaves."

Shaking my head, I continued, "It would hardly be prudent to wear black armor without matching greaves," I shrugged my shoulders and widened my eyes as if stating the obvious, "don't you agree? I'm afraid five hundred gold is the most I could part with for this."

Olaf snorted. "Well, I'm certainly not going to throw in a set of black greaves for free!"

I narrowed my eyes and glared up at him.

After a moment the Nord shook his head and sighed, but a smile danced at the corners of his mouth. "By the Nine, Buffy. My purse is regretting you ever graced my tent. No greaves, but I will agree to five hundred for the cuirass. I assume you have that much with you?"

"Well. . ." I exaggerated a guilty grimace, "not exactly." I reached into one of my pack's outer compartments. "Olaf, I only have about four hundred in actual gold, but I have these two powerful healing potions. I assure you they're of the finest quality." I pressed them into a massive left hand and closed his fingers around them. "I made them myself and, because of the ingredients I used, they are remarkably light in weight as you can tell. Couldn't they make up the difference? Please?"

Olaf rolled his eyes, then slowly folded his arms across a broad chest and looked down at me with a frown.

Planting both hands on my hips, I lifted my chin and returned his steady gaze.

Our staring match ended when a thunderous laugh bellowed from the Nord. "If I agree, will you then take the armor and leave? Before I go out of business?"

His giant right hand engulfed mine as we agreed on the deal.

With the results of my power shopping nestled in my pack, I slipped back into the sunshine. "Acadian, I can't wait to get that cuirass home and try it on with my black buckskin greaves and boots. Do you realize how much gold I just saved us?"

The paladin shared my cheerful mood, and his words went unnoticed in the crowd, "If you save us too much more, we'll be broke."

The smells of grass, mead and cooking now blended with smoke and incense to form an exotic tapestry of aromas. Every color imaginable was represented within the maze of tents, tarps and unusual wares on display. Strains of a delicate tune could be heard over the boisterous chatter and loud proclamations of merchants. I followed the music.

Between the two brightly colored tents sponsored by the big wineries was a dark-haired Breton seated before a beautiful harp. Mesmerized by the gentle melody, I lingered as her fingers deftly plucked the strings. I had been told that harps were inspired by stringed weapons such as the one on my back. I smiled, as I thought how beautiful Slayer's quiet tune was to me. Given the harpist's fine manner of dress and ornate instrument, I surmised that she was hired by the two winemakers to strum up business, as it were.

I thought about buying some Tamika's, but frowned as I remembered how light my coin purse had just become. Instead, I headed for the burgundy and gold tent of the Surile Brothers. Daenlin preferred that brand, and perhaps I would find him there.

I lifted the tent flap and slipped inside.

"It wasn't good enough for you to outshoot me, Daenlin. No, you wanted to steal Diana as well." The Imperial with beady eyes glared down at Daenlin. "You were no good then and you're still no-" He stopped upon noticing that I had entered the tent. His face remained reddened, but the venom in his voice changed to a tone of business. "Good day to you, young lady. You look like a wine fancier. We have many varieties for all budgets, but I suspect you are discriminating enough to appreciate a bottle of our vintage three ninety nine?"

"I'm with Daenlin," I declared as I sidled up to my master and proudly encircled his arm with mine.

"Buffy," Daenlin said coolly, "this is Reman Broder, an old. . . friend from Skingrad."

Any pretense at pleasantness left Reman's face. "So, you've found another young wood elf to carry your bow, Daenlin. What else does she-"

"Be careful, Reman," interrupted Daenlin with a tone that was both dangerous and commanding. "Leave Buffy out of this." His voice then softened as he continued, "Forty years ago you, I and Diana were best of friends - the finest archers in Skingrad." He shook his head sadly. "Both of us acted like rutting bucks though, competing and trying to force her heart to choose between us. Neither of us should have been surprised to find that one day she had simply taken her bow and slipped away." The old Bosmer sighed. "I came here to offer my hand, but I see now that time has done nothing to quell your bitterness."

I followed his cue, and we turned to go. As Daenlin parted the fabric for us, he looked over his shoulder and added, "I leave you with the hope that someday you'll realize the futility of ancient rivalries."

"This isn't over," Reman spat. "Not by a long shot."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

What a delightful screenie! It really shows off what a beautiful piece that armor is, and how good Buffy looks in it.

I had to laugh at how she worked Olav down from 1K to four hundred! Yes, at this rate he'll be out of business! But I wonder how much he really paid for that armor? Heh!

And this was the icing on the cake: QFT!

And the confrontation in the tent between Daenlin and Reman Broder was quite tense! I always liked Reman in-game, and was surprised the first time around to see him like this. Too bad a good friendship was ruined over a woman. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. But Diana's choice was a surprise, and I'm sure it was a surprise to them as well! If they fit the typical pattern, the two men likely could only picture two possible outcomes - she'll choose me or she'll choose him - but not that she'll choose herself!

ROFL !!! Loved this !!


I had forgotten about the mystery of Diana and all our conjecture of "Is she or isn't she" - I remember reading it the first time and it coming as a complete shock that with all the turmoil of the tourney you managed to wedge a mystery into it as well.

I said it then and I'll say it again : That left me awestruck, Acadian! BRAVO !!! You knocked me speechless with this episode twice !!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!

Another grand chapter in Buffy's story! This archery tournament in Bravil is really a wonderful innovation, and feels in place in the medieval-like world of Cyrodiil. Thanks for the screenshot, too.

One small criticism: in the last paragraph the wording of Daenlin's remark confused me a bit:

His voice then softened as he continued, "Forty years ago, Diana, you and I were the best of friends - the finest archers in Skingrad."

I confused that to mean that Daenlin was addressing Diana, not that he was talking to Broder and referring to him, Diana and himself. It was only when I read HER's comment that it was clarified. A more clear wording might have been: "Forty years ago, Reman, we were best of friends - you, me and Diana. The finest archers in Skingrad.", or something similar, to avoid confusion. That said, having read it again, it is clear that Diana is outside the tent at the time of the conversation, but when I read it I wondered 'has she joined the party or something?'

I loved this line!

Buffy's looking good in her new cuirass! Daenlin has enemies? I wonder how this will turn out. Buffy might decide to apply her doctrine.

Ahh the most important task of the day, shopping!

"Of course, I can see you wouldn't be interested in trying it on though."
This gave me such a grin! Olaf is a wonderfully engaging character, and the entire scene of Buffy haggling with him was just inspired! Not to mention her sly use of a charm person spell!

Perhaps just the thing for a lithe and graceful she-archer?
I think Lissa might insist on the term archeress!

Once again, I adore your descriptions of the tourney grounds, the smells of the food, the gentle strumming of the harpist, it sounds like a wonderful way to spend the afternoon. As you commented, like a Ren Faire that swallowed Bravil!

It is too bad that such a lovely day at the faire had to falter on such a sour note as Reman Broder. Daenlin's willingness to bury the hatchet shows that he has gained wisdom with age. Obviously won at great cost. But then that is the kind that is most valued. Reman's final words, on the other hand, sound most ominous... I fear a thunderhead now looms over the once sunny fairgrounds.

Oh, and Buffy is just to die for in that black cuirass! I know a certain stringy Bosmer who would smile more than faintly at the sight of Buffy in that!

Buffy shows a ruthless streak, using a charm spell on the hapless Olaf. For shame, Buffy! Apparently all's fair when you really love a cuirass!

The change in Daenlin's demeanor when Broder insulted Buffy was absolutely palpable. One could see the briefest glimpse of the man he was before Buffy knew him as her kindly stalwart mentor. I look forward to exploring more of Daenlin's past, and I think I hear my favorite in-game Bosmer's approach.

*Strums a mandolin glumly* I have a sad tale to tell...
*Strums it again* I once knew an innocent Bosmer with a heart of gold...
*Strums it again* That Bosmer is dead...

Confessions of an Elder Scrolls Shopaholic?

Buffy's been a bad girl, methinks. Good thing Daenlin didn't catch this exchange. Still, can't argue with results, and that armor was simply too good to pass up. Glad to see Buffy has finally warmed up to the idea of wearing armor!

I loved this chapter. The haggling was priceless. Buffy looks great in the screen shot too.

I did see one nit though, Daenlin's name is misspelled once: "The Imperial with beady eyes glared down at Deanlin."

In Episode 90, Buffy went shopping and surrendered most of her gold for a beautiful new black cuirass. She then found Daenlin engaged in an ominous discussion with an Imperial working for the Surilie Brothers Winery named Reman Broder. The conversation seemed to have something to do with an old love triangle and lingering rivalries.

Rider- Thank you for that warm endorsement of Buffy's new armor and how her bargaining skills were not totally outclassed by Olaf! Heh, as you do, I suspect he still made a profit.

mALX- Thank you so much for your continuing enthusiasm over the tourney. As well as you know BF, I'm so delighted that we were able to sneak Diana in here with a touch of surprise!

Ceidwad- I'm very humbled that you find the tournament innovative. It is a large departure from our normal style, in that Buffy and I will have to manage and interweave some subplots. I thank you for pointing out the potential for confusion in one of our sentences; I agree and applied some minor adjustments.

King Coin- I'm so glad that you and others enjoyed the Buffy-Acadian exchange in that episode about saving money! Mara help us - Buffy and I are going to try and weave some mystery into her normally very simple story! The foray into plot weaving will only last as long as the tourney though.

SubRosa- Thank you for noting Olaf. Our intent was to show that although Buffy did well, the old Nord was an experienced merchant and quite able to push several of Buffy's buttons. I thank both you and Rider for your kind words regarding our attempt to bring a Ren Faire feel to Bravil for the tourney. Yes, plenty of foreshadowing at the end of that last episode. I must thank you for the computer magic you worked to so generously to dye a set of Buffy's buckskin greaves black for her. She now has them in four colors! Given Teresa's superb eye for attractive women, Buffy is happily twirling across my desk to read such a delightful compliment of how she looks in her new black bling!

Destri- Yes! All's fair in love and retail! Thank you for noting the protective demeanor that Daenlin adopted when he perceived insult to his young charge. You are exactly right that your favorite in-game Bosmer now approaches Bravil.

Zalphon- Woohoo! You wrote a song for Buffy! Gosh, I hope her story ends on a happier note.

TK- Hee! As you know, Buffy can certainly be a bad girl and is a master craftsman at rationalization. I expect we should be glad she lacks the aptitude toward destruction magic to learn Delphine's spell, 'Merchants Explode'. Can you imagine shopping with the Diva of Destruction? Well, Buffy still tends to select her adventure wear based primarily on looks but, like you, I'm pleased to see it now include several light cuirasses to match her rainbow of dyed buckskin greaves/boots.

MyCat- Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the haggling for that cuirass and that you share Olaf's opinion that it looks pretty good on Buffy. Oh my - thank you so much for catching that I misspelled Daenlin's name.



Daenlin and I slowly made our way west along the Green Road from the tourney grounds. The festive noise fell behind to be replaced by the gentle sound of water lapping the banks of the Larsius River. The air between us had remained wordless since the confrontation with Reman Broder. I tipped my face toward the midday sun, squeezed a long drink from my water bag, then offered the half full goatskin to Daenlin.

The Bosmer shook his head. "Buffy," he said as he finally broke the silence, "I'm sorry you had to see and hear that."

"I'm a good listener, you know. I mean, if you want to talk about it." I then added hesitantly, "I knew that you came to Bravil from Skingrad many years before I was born, but I never knew why."

"Well," he said, "you heard most of the story back there in the Surilie tent. I'm sure Diana left to preserve the friendship between Reman and I." After a moment, he looked away from me and added, "She loved us both, I expect."

As I thought about my own propensity to run away from Savlian Matius, I said, "Perhaps she was frightened and confused by the feelings in her heart. Did you ever find out what became of her?"

"I like to think that she found love and is happy somewhere with grandchildren at her knee. In truth though, I have no idea," the old elf shook his head sadly, "and it's probably just as well. Reman and I simply blamed each other for driving her away and became bitter. Finally, I left also and came to Bravil. I can only imagine how disappointed Diana would be to see us now. Reman retired his bow years ago and, as you saw, went to work for the Surile Brothers."

I looked at Daenlin. "That didn't sound like an idle threat he made." With the Buffy Doctrine in mind, I pressed, "Do you think he might try to hurt you?"

Daenlin returned my gaze. I suspected he saw the protective fire in my narrowed eyes because he quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't put it beyond him to try and discredit me perhaps, but attacking? No, Buffy, his bark is wors-"

We both stopped and crouched as the sparkling creature came into view ahead. The will-o-the-wisp was just hovering above the road as if waiting for a victim. Clearly, it didn't see us. Both our bows were still uncharged, as required by the tournament competition rules. I pulled Azura's Star, along with a small soul gem, from my pack and we partially charged the weapons.

"This one's mine," I quietly said. "Keep an eye out, for you know better than I that they often travel in pairs. Let me show you what your apprentice has learned."

I assessed the distance and checked the wind. Nocking an arrow, I applied some tension to the bowstring. After carefully aiming for windage, I elevated the tip of the arrow skyward, drew full tension and released it. I quickly aimed a second arrow directly at the wisp. When the silent count of my predetermined delay was complete, I loosed it.

The simultaneous impacts of the high and low trajectory arrows collapsed the creature into a puddle of glow dust.

Daenlin nocked an arrow and stepped forward, "Here comes his friend."

In typical wisp fashion, the second creature disappeared before our eyes, but was no doubt closing for an attack. Rather than fumble for my detect life rings, I nocked an arrow as well. We waited.

The wisp suddenly materialized in front of Daenlin's drawn bow and projected a thin red beam into the Bosmer's chest. Daenlin returned fire while stepping back to break the short range of the life-leeching spell.

Quickly sidestepping to ensure I wouldn't hit my master, I released my own arrow and killed the wisp.

We stared at each other while shouldering our bows. "You're hurt." I placed my hand on Daenlin's chest and willingly replenished what the wisp had stolen from him.

"Thanks," he said, "that feels better. Now, where on Mara's green Nirn did you learn to hit a target with two arrows at once?"

"I've been practicing. Master, are you proud of me?"

"I am indeed, Buffy." Daenlin continued, "Amazed, in fact. I've known Legion archers to use high angle fire to shoot over the ranks ahead of them, but I never would have thought to combine the tactic with direct fire. Creatively conceived and expertly executed. The student exceeds her humble teacher."

"I will never match your skill, Master. No one could."

Without further incident, Daenlin and I continued our short walk to the head of the Larsius River. Once there, we retrieved an old target that we kept hidden among some rocks near the entrance to Bloodmayne Cave. After half an hour or so of solid archery practice, Daenlin sat on one bank of the river soaking his feet.

I resisted the urge to drop my clothes and play in the water, as I knew it would make the old Bosmer's face turn red. Instead, I harvested some bergamot which grew in the area. It made for a wonderful tea that helped ward off disease, and the scent imparted a lovely citrus smell to my hair conditioner. It could also be crafted into alchemical elixirs that could dispel magic effects or even prevent spellcasting. I paused to study the elf who had taught me the way of the bow. This was a familiar spot for us, and steeped in memories of archery training.

The small bow I wielded was made for my ten year old frame by Daenlin, as was the arrow that he placed in my hand. I loosed the small wooden missile . It was accurate but had little effect on the mud crab lumbering toward us. "Again," said Daenlin gently while handing me another arrow. After I bounced several more arrows off the huge beast, it was getting dangerously close. I didn't turn and run though, for I knew the protection of my master was close.

Daenlin's bow spoke loudly once. An arrow blossomed from the mud crab, propelling its body away from us. The sight and sound was both thrilling and comforting.

"I kept shooting like you told me to, even though I was scared. Master, are you proud of me?"

"I am indeed, Buffy. Someday, you will shoot better than I." Daenlin beamed down at me and gently brushed some wayward blond strands from my face. "I've only once before seen an archer that possessed your level of natural ability. She too had locks of spun gold."

As the memory faded, Daenlin was still soaking his feet. He had plucked a long piece of grass and was leisurely chewing on one end of it. The mysterious blond archer he mentioned so long ago now had a name.

Finally, we returned to the city, parting ways at the stables. The early morning qualification shooting had delayed Superian's exercise.

As I led her north through the crowded tournament area, the mare cleared quite a swath. She fairly pranced sideways from pent up energy and nerves caused by the palette of people, sights, sounds and smells that now painted our city.

Once Superian and I cleared the bustle, I was able to calm her down somewhat with a gentle touch and soft words. I slid on my rings of detect life, then swung up into the saddle. After a whisper in her ear, we were both reveling in speed as we thundered north along the Green Road. Upon seeing a large pink glow appear ahead, we slowed to a walk and continued cautiously. When a white horse and rider came into view, I drew Superian to a stop and slipped off my rings. We waited, ready for a burst of unmatchable speed if threatened.

I could see now that the rider was a wood elf in leather armor, equipped with a bow and quiver. "Hail, friend, where are you bound?" I said pleasantly as she reined her mare to a stop beside us.

"Bravil." Her tone was cautious but not unfriendly. "Is it near?"

"It is indeed. I'm done riding and would be happy to accompany you. My name's Buffy," I then added with a smile, "from Bravil." With an unconscious pressure from my leg, Superian turned for home.

"Well met, Buffy. I am Alawen, Ranger for County Anvil." Side by side, we slowly headed south.

"Ranger?" I asked tilting my head. I could see now that she had large hazel eyes and her pretty face was framed in brown by hair the color of burnt sienna. I could not discern her age, which no doubt meant that she was in her long elven prime.

"It is like a forester, but I am not Legion at all. I serve Countess Millona Umbranox, as did my mother before me, and my charge is to protect the wilderness of County Anvil." After a moment, she added, "My Lady has asked me to represent her City of Dibella in the tournament of archers."

"May your arrows fly swift and true, Alawen," I said earnestly. "I'm competing as well. Where will you be staying while you're here? Even though it's only the first day of qualifications, I fear the inns may be getting quite full by now."

"Buffy, did you say you are from Bravil?" After I nodded, Alawen continued, "Frankly, I am more comfortable sleeping outdoors. In fact I live at Troll Candle Camp near Anvil. Is there perhaps an abandoned campsite nearby?"

"There surely is. When we get to Bravil, I'll mark Bawnwatch Camp on your map and send you a short distance south of the city. It's a beautiful campsite right along the river. I love sleeping under the stars too," I patted Superian's neck, "but I must admit a taste for real sheets and hot baths."

As we arrived at the stables, I marked Alawen's map and wished her well.

"Thank you for your kindness, young elf. Sweet water and green paths to you." Alawen flashed a smile, clicked twice to her mare, then continued along the Green Road.

* From Buffy's scrapbook:

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Nice touch with the flashback scene here. And with Alawen travelling to Bravil for the tournament - Buffy's got some competition now!

And Buffy's good nature shows up again with her treatment of Alawen, a potential rival. Steering her toward Bawnwatch Camp, though? Hmm, I wonder if Alawen will have a late evening visitor?

Loved the quiet time with Daenlin and Buffy, at archery practice (both long ago and today). I loved that she resisted taking her clothes off for a swim to spare the old mer the embarrassment!

Oh, and cool screenies!

I loved the negotiation between Buffy and the Nordic mountain (last episode). I guess Buffy’s charm spell was the weapon that turned the battle in her favor, unless she has reached expert in the use of eyelashes.

I’m so pleased that Buffy got to demonstrate her two arrows technique for Daenlin. He has said everything he needed to say, time will tell if Buffy heard it. Their interactions warm the heart.

The bergamot musings made me wish for some Earl Grey tea!

Between the comradere of Buffy and Daenlin, the meeting with Alawen (and her horse!), and Buffy's flashbacks - this chapter climbs into the top favorites list !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!

Screenshot 4 is my absolute fave, how fast you must be clicking that "Print Screen" to catch that arrow before being shot and also mid-flight !!!

I love this chapter. Its very easy to get completly lost in your stories, Acadian.

I too love the screenshots! I love the landscape in the picture of Buffy drawing her bow. Brilliantly placed

Aravi is jealous of Buffy's ease at dispatching those wisps. The fourth screen shot is my favorite. That must have taken a few tries to get right.

Well I think the cat's out of the bag now! Daenlin now knows for certain that Buffy missed that last qualifying shot on purpose!

Alawen arrives from Troll Candle Camp. Like hautee my mind immediately went to thoughts of Aradroth still lingering at Bawnwatch. I wonder what those two would make of each other?

@Alawen and Destri: Aradroth was camping out near Flooded Mine, so that would put him near where you normally find Tooth-In-The-Sea's camp north of Bravil.

So we learn a little more about Daenlin's elusive background, only to be teased with an even more elusive Bosmer Bowgirl (it seems they all share this trait!). It is the oldest story in the book, but with an ending that is quite different than normal. Instead of the girl running off with the bad boy, she ran off with herself! I rather like that.

Then our Buffster struts her stuff, not only with her new Two-Shot technique, but also healing her teacher. At one time the latter would have been remarkable to Buffy (and we her readers), yet now it seems as natural as shopping for shoes.

"I will never match your skill, Master. No one could."
Some teachers would say that if this was true, it would be an example of a poor master!

I resisted the urge to drop my clothes and play in the water
Our Buffy has not changed a bit!

And finally, Ranger Alawen of Anvil. Buffy shows much of her integrity in this simple meeting. Where others might be hostile to the competition, our Buff has nothing but genuine warmth and good will for her fellow Bosmer Bowgirl. I get the feeling that she and Buffy are about to become very close...

First, D'oh!
Second, Alawen?

First, D'oh!
Second, I guess I have brown-haired Bosmer Bowgirl's on the brain!

Wait, who would want to put a cat in a bag? Cats hate bags!

Master archer Alawen has arrived! This tournament sure is serious business. I wonder if she might have a few tips for Buffy (or vice-versa)?

We are also delving into Daenlin's history here. I am quite intrigued over how that little love triangle fell apart and drove him away to Bravil. Considering the cold greeting he received, I'm quite sure things did not end well.

Speaking from a position of authority I'd say that cats don't like bags, except for the paper ones that make that scritchy sound.

In my games Alawen has always ventured too close to that Oblivion gate by the water. Too bad, she would have been a great archery tutor.

"Another such victory and I will be undone." (Ἂν ἔτι μίαν μάχην νικήσωμεν, ἀπολώλαμεν)
-Pyrrhus of Epirus, the source of the term "Pyrrhic Victory."

I took Greek and Latin for my foreign language in college, so seeing an updated version of a quote from the era gets to me. I have a feeling that it's the paladin that understands this concept more than the bowgirl.

Interesting things come up about Daenlin. And we meet another Bosmeri bow user here to compete, this one from Anvil.

And yes, I put those next to each other for a reason. Fore-shadowing!

In Episode 91, Buffy learned a little more about the old rivalry between Daenlin and Reman Broder. A will-o-the-wisp encounter on the way to some archery practice, gave her the opportunity to demonstrate for her master a tactic she had developed in her travels involving high/low trajectory. Later that morning, while riding Superian, Buffy met a newly arriving contestant for the tournament - a ranger from Anvil named Alawen.

Ceidwad- Thank you! Our hope with the flashback was to echo Buffy's long held desire that Daenlin be proud of her. We're hoping to assemble quite the motley crew of shooters.

Rider- It was your kind enthusiasm at exactly this point during 1.0 that prompted us to weave in the quest associated with Bawnwatch Camp. Thank you!

Grits- I'm afraid it was the late City Swimmer that taught Buffy to bat her eyelashes; that probably explains why she had to learn illusion to ever get her way! Hopefully, someday she will meet a better eyelashes instructor. Buffy adores being with Daenlin, and I am so pleased you like their interaction. She does get her money's worth out of that bergamot!

mALX- Thank you so much for those kind words! I too, love the comfortable affection and history between Daenlin and Buffy. To you and others who mentioned the screenies, thank you.

Rihanae- Buffy is a simple elf with a simple story but, by Mara, she surely does love to share her world. To suggest that her stories are immersive, is music to our ears. Thank you.

King Coin- Thanks on the screenies! Aravi does really well - she is very adept at sidestepping spells and shooting quickly. As Aravi begins to use enchanted weaponry, she will be unbeatable! Oh, and she can use a sword!

Destri- I agree that Deanlin's eye is sharp enough that he now must believe Buffy pulled a shot during quals. Buffy is likely to be guilty of continuing to over think and over complicate the simple joy of shooting her best. It seems there is still more for Daenlin to teach his apprentice.

SubRosa- Thank you for so ably clarifying the camps and their locations. Being skittish does indeed seem to be a common trait among wood elven lasses! Buffy, of course, has believed for all her life that Daenlin is the greatest archer to ever walk Nirn. She wants desperately to believe her own words that no one could ever match his skill - even as part of her understands what Deanlin already knows.

TK- Thank you. In looking at all the fine in-game archers, Alawen certainly seems like a natural to be drawn to the tourney. I'm so pleased you're intrigued by the revelation of some of Daenlin's history.

MyCat- Alawen is one of those danger-prone NPCs (like Mazoga) that it would break my heart to lose. The unofficial oblivion patch (for PC users) renders her essential until she first agrees to train the player. If that status changes in our game, we change her back to essential. Thanks for reading!

Captain Hammer- Thanks for the historical insight and kind words about Buffy and Acadian's exchange on saving money.



"Buffy!"

Pausing just outside Nilawen's store, my head snapped toward the voice and looked up to see its bare-chested author. To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size. "It's great to see you again, Lum." I remembered we had pulled arrows for each other behind the Fighters Guild in Chorrol during my last visit there. "Are you here for the tourney?"

"Sure am." Lum gro-Baroth curled his lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile. "My brother, Kurz, is here too, though he's spending more time in the taverns than on the shooting range."

"Well, I see you still don't own a shirt," I said.

"Nah. Shirts are for ponces, and womenfolk."

"I'm so glad I meet your requirements to wear one," I replied with a smile. "Oh, by the way, welcome to Bravil. Are you and Kurz staying at the Fighters Guild during your visit?"

"Yeah," Lum then lowered his voice and leaned closer, "but, I'm glad I'm not in the Bravil chapter. The guild commander they got here is crazy. It's like the guy is running a Legion training camp. I heard that not too long ago he had some stringy wood elf who wanted to join the guild out back by the targets. Yelling in her ear while she was trying to shoot, he was. Apparently, the little red head managed to keep her cool and went right on hitting the target." The muscular green fighter flashed his tusks ominously then drove his right fist into an open left hand with a loud smack. "I'd have opened a bag of whoopass on him if he tried that with me."

"So you would have gotten distracted and not hit the target, right?" I teased.

Lum opened his mouth, then closed it and scratched under his headband with a thick finger. The orc then smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, maybe you got a point." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the sun, now just above the city walls. "I'd better go shoot some holes in one of them targets myself while there's still a little daylight left. Several of us fighters are going to try our hand at qualifying in the morning."

"Good luck, Lum." I watched as he headed for the training area behind the Fighters Guild. I didn't know the commander of the guild well, but I knew something about training under pressure.

"Faster, Buffy!" my University advisor commanded sternly. "I want to see magicka forming in your hand even as you release that arrow. Shoot, then cast. Again!"

"Boderi," I whined, "my head, shoulders, hands and fingers hurt. We've been chasing arrows with spells all morning!"

"Is that what you're going to tell a charging ogre?" the Dunmer snapped in my ear. "Not now, I have a headache? Your little butterfly butt can only take about one hit from such a beast. I don't care if you hurt, I want you to survive. Now shoot, Apprentice!"

Allowing a smile to dispel the image, I turned and entered The Fair Deal.

"Hi, Nilawen, how's business?" I said cheerfully.

"Oh, Buffy, you wouldn't believe how busy it's been." The pleasant Bosmer blew loose strands of black hair from her face. "This is the first break I've had all day. Long hours, but the gold's good with so many people in town for the tournament. What can I get for you, dear?"

"Well, I'll be home for a week or so until I get recalled to the University, so I need quite a few staples. You know, bread, flour, salt, tea and such." I pulled a folded piece of parchment from the inside pocket of my suede vest. "Here, I have a list."

The Bosmer wiped both hands on her apron, took the list and studied it briefly. "No problem here. I have all that in stock."

"Um, Nilawen?" I said sheepishly.

She paused, with a sack of flour on its way to the empty bag she was starting to fill for me. Tilting her head pleasantly, she replied, "Yes?"

"The thing is, I saw this beautiful piece of armor today and, well, I just had to have it." I held up my coin purse and shook the few lonely coins it contained. "Tonight, I'm going to mix up a batch of potions. After selling them to Ardaline tomorrow, I'm sure I'll have enough gold. Could you maybe hold things for me until then?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Buffy. Take the items now and just pop back in when you get a few septims." She continued filling the bag for me.

"Thanks, Nilawen." I noticed Nordinor and Aradroth were seated at a corner table talking quietly. Tilting my head toward them, I raised an eyebrow at Nilawen.

"Oh, those two." The merchant shook her head but smiled. "Nordinor has it in his mind that he's going to manage bets on the tournament. He's been trying to talk Aradroth into helping him."

"A bookie?" I giggled as I turned toward the pair and raised my voice. "So Nordinor, who's favored to win?"

Nordinor looked up from the scraps of parchment covering the table the pair of elves shared. He replied, "Well, Daenlin right now, but we still have two more days of qualification rounds before we know who the ten finalists will be."

"And Aradroth?" I frowned as I looked at the elf in black who comfortably slouched in a chair with his back to the wall. It was not lost on me that his potent weaponry was within easy arm's reach. "I hope you're not the bookie's muscle."

The assassin pierced me with his gray eyes but said pleasantly enough, "Like Nilawen, you cluck and worry too much. I'm merely advising Nordinor." The small elf then glanced at his nearby bow. "Remember, I'll be trying to qualify as well, and it wouldn't do for me to be overtly involved in the bookmaking end of things, now would it?"

"Buffy," Nordinor said, "I know bookmaking and Aradroth knows archery. He's my subject matter expert. We're running a legitimate operation here. Why, I've even obtained a permit from the castle signed by the Count himself." The Bosmer puffed up in jest. "I'll have you know, I'm as official as my good friend Hundolin, who runs book for the Arena."

"Why Nordinor," I said, "I never would have believed you to cut Count Terentius in on one of your enterprises. What kind of a take does his pompousness require?"

"Twenty per cent, but not to worry," Nordinor replied smugly, "I'll get that back. The Count is too deeply into his cups and debauchery to notice that he indirectly funds a good portion of my other-"

"That's quite enough, Nordinor," Nilawen interrupted sternly. "Just because Buffy knows how to keep her mouth shut, doesn't mean you need to blather on about your shady enterprises. I'm sure she's as well aware of them as I am." Wagging a finger at Nordinor, she continued, "Every time a guard comes in here, I'm tempted to turn you in, but I bite my tongue because you pay the rent for your room on time. Buffy doesn't need you to rub her face in the fact that, like me, she doesn't turn you in."

Nordinor blinked, and said seriously, "You're right of course, Nilawen." He then produced a wide smile, as if to change the mood and added, "Buffy, I assure you that all my illegal activities are perfectly legitimate."

Nordinor and I laughed, Nilawen chuckled and even Aradroth let slide a sly smile.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

Lots to love here.

Though a few men would argue otherwise (that shirts are for wimmenfolk).

Loved Lum's complaints about the Bravil guild commander. Hmm, he does sound quite familiar, as does the redhead Lum mentioned. Gee, I wonder why?

Julian the pilus is chuckling at this exchange. How many times has she participated in both ends of this dialogue?

I think this is the standout line in the whole post for me. If there is any one left who doubts Aradroth's true nature, this has got to enlighten them! What a way to sum up an entire personality in a few words! And aren't you verging a bit on alliteration here? Purposely, I'm sure, and it's quite effective in this context.

"Buffy, I assure you that all my illegal activities are perfectly legitimate."

Oh I absolutely loved that line. You're really good at giving all the people in your story character. The interactions with Aradroth were a lot of fun as well, but I wonder what Daenlin would think if Buffy deliberately got a smaller score than him in the finals...

I see Teresa has been around town within the last few days. Good to see she is holding up well. It was also quite nice for you to briefly flash back to Buffy's University training when she heard.

Really, Nilawen? Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to use "Buffy" and "mouth shut" in the same sentence?

I wonder how far things will go with our perfectly illegally legitimate Nordinor? Considering His holiness Regulus "Empty Bottle" Terentius is in on the deal, I don't think things will end well here.

To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size.

A nice addition to the description, pokes fun at the game's limitations at the same time as helping the story along.

To say he was large would have been redundant, as orcs didn't seem to come in any other size.
This was a wonderfully light way to tell us that not only Lum was large, but also an orc.

Hmmm, I wonder who that red-headed archeress at the FG was?

The flashback of Boderi's training was perfectly positioned following the exchange with Lum. It reveals not only some of Buffy's background, but also how she came by the wisdom of her words to Lum. Not to mention a bit of empathy for the FG guild commander who trains his people so relentlessly.

So Nordinor is now too legit to quit. I wonder if his other business arrangements with the Count's family might have assisted in his new position? Apparently not. But it sounds like they will still serve him in good stead.

Great chapter as usual. I always like Buffy's interactions with characters in the game. I've always thought of Nilawen as the kind sort.

Several nice touches here - you link to Teresa's story and the idea of bringing Nordinor into the tournament as a bookie is brilliant.



"His pompousness". Love it!

My fave line !!! Aradroth's character just brings such a homesickness for a certain Winter Wolf !!!! The subplots you run in the background of this tourney were unexpected surprises the first time I read them !!! Like opening a present and not knowing what is inside - I LOVE THE TOURNEY CHAPTERS !!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

As if Buffy cares if they're illegal! She's an anarchic villain! Kidding...

In Episode 92, Buffy learned that the gro-Baroth brothers from Chorrol would be part of the Fighters Guild contingent trying to qualify for the tournament the following day. She then discovered that Nordinor would be running a bookmaking operation for the tournament using Aradroth as his 'subject matter expert' on archery.

Rider- Aww, thank you! It was great fun to write Lum's observations as a visitor to the Bravil FG, and a good way for Buffy to get an indirect glimpse at a couple of the larger than life characters there. I'll bet Julian has indeed given that hard-nosed lesson plenty of times to whiney young'uns! Thanks for enjoying how we closed the episode with Aradroth. Buffy the blond Bosmeri Bravilain bowgirl use alliteration? Hee!

Saqin- Thanks for those kind words on that line of Nordinor's. It is great fun trying to portray what Buffy sees in so many of the NPCs.

TK- Lum didn't stand a chance when Buffy backed up Teresa's thinking about staying focused during training. Buffy surely is a chatterbox, but she does sort of manage to keep her counsel when it comes to the secrets of others - a little more on that in this next episode. We'll get to see some more of the bookmaking operation later in the tourney. Thanks!

ghastley- I'm so glad you enjoyed Buffy's 'big orc = redundant' tongue-in-cheek comment. Thank you.

SubRosa- Ooh! A red-headed archeress at the Bravil FG! You can bet Buffy will be curious about that! Thanks for the kind words on the flashback. You nailed our intent. Even though Pappy and Teresa's actions came to Buffy probably third hand, she understood them perfectly. Heh - the underlying politics of what makes the Court of Bravil tick are way beyond her though. As you know, she tries to avoid that castle so she will only be able to share a few small snippets from her limited perspective.

King Coin- Thank you! Nilawen is wonderful and kind all right. She even helped Buffy's mother deliver our little bowgirl one Rains Hand dawn about a score of years ago!

Ceidwad- Thank you! We touch upon five other fanfictions during the Tournament. The two largest cameo roles (Teresa and Aradroth) have already been introduced. Buffy's only real dealing with Count Bravil was being humiliated by him when she bought her house. If she can avoid dealing with him, that's fine by her!

mALX- Welcome back! Yes, we do miss our Winter Wolf. Thank you for your encouragement of our temporary excursion into some subplotting for the Tourney. There will be several themes, a couple dead ends, guest appearances, a touch of mystery and even some archery!

Zalphon- Thanks. Buffy's getting better at knowing when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and when to shoot 'em.



"I want you to tell me what you know about closing an Oblivion Gate," I said bluntly to Ungarion after the last customer left his shop for the evening.

The Altmer blinked and stared down at me. He stepped to the door of A Warlock's Luck and locked it before replying, "Funny you should ask. I was quite hoping you would stop in." He gestured toward a chair. "Please sit. Wine? Tamika's if I recall?"

"Tamika's would be lovely, thanks." I removed Slayer and my quiver, then slid into the chair.

In between the rich tapestries lining the walls of the magic shop were numerous yellowed sheets of parchment on display with a variety of languages represented. I could recognize some of the scrolls as written in Daedric, others in Ayleid. Some, however, bore unfamiliar script. From beneath a cabinet covered in arcane oddities, the Altmer retrieved a bottle bearing the distinctive shape used by Tamika's winery.

After pouring for each of us, Ungarion eased his long frame into a wooden chair across the small table from me. "First, Buffy, a toast in honor of your return to our fair city." After the soft ring of silver goblets faded, he continued with a practiced smile, "I think we may be able to do business."

"I'm broke, Ungarion, but I was hoping for your help. I'm going to try and close that gate at Kvatch. There are brave soldiers risking their lives trying to stem the flow of Daedra from the Deadlands."

"I care not for Kvatch but you, my dear, are another story." The oily merchant smoothed a hand over his auburn hair. "Somehow you manage to move comfortably and discretely in many incompatible circles. You traffic in dark soul gems and black market goods, yet you are a respected member of the Mages Guild. You are well aware of the pathetic enterprises of Nordinor, but you do not surrender him to your friends in the city guard. I understand that Count Leyawiin has knighted you, yet you associate with Aradroth, whom I expect is of the murder-for-hire persuasion. Yes, you are a valuable ally indeed."

"I've never claimed to be of virtuous character, but I actually do know how to keep my own counsel when the secrets of others are involved." Ungarion knew enough about my history with black soul gems to get me kicked out of the guild. I, on the other hand, could have him imprisoned based on my knowledge of his high-end black market operations. Yet, I had known the Altmer all my life and did not believe him to be as unfeeling as he professed. "Can you help me, please?"

He studied me for a moment behind long steepled fingers before replying, "I believe so, Buffy. I will tell you what I know of Oblivion Gates."

"Thank you, Ungarion." I expected that he had a reason for helping me, but I needed his assistance. "I know the gate is held open by a sigil stone similar to the ones you used to make my rings of detect life. Where within the plane would I expect to find this stone?"

After taking a sip of wine, Ungarion set his goblet down. "I should believe near the center, perhaps in a tower of some sort and probably well guarded."

Now we were getting somewhere. I recalled Ilend Vonius describing a large tower after Savlian rescued him from the Deadlands. "How do I turn the sigil stone off and what happens to me since I'll be inside the gate when it closes?"

"I don't think you turn it off, Buffy." Ungarion smiled, as if indulging a child. "I expect rather, that you remove the sigil stone from whatever it may be powering. As far as what happens to you, I don't know. I do believe however, that some of the ancient sigil stones I occasionally manage to get my hands on must have come from inside such portals. That would lead me to think that you could live through the process of closing one."

His last words echoed as I stared into my goblet searching for the moments I needed to compose myself. Could it be possible to survive? I had assumed that my life would be forfeit upon closing the gate. My head spun with excitement over the chance of a future after Kvatch - perhaps with Savlian. I forced aside the swirling possibilities with the promise to think on them later. Doing my best to manage a calm response, I replied, "That's wonderful news, and certainly more knowledge than I had. I thank you, Ungarion. Is there anything else you can think of that might help me?"

"Needless to say, I would be most interested in purchasing the stone from you for a very hefty sum should you succeed. I presume you are prepared for the Daedra that surely defend the approach to the sigil stone?"

I nodded grimly.

"Yes, I would imagine so. It seems you have tuned your fine arcane education and bow skills to the life of an adventuress." The Altmer refilled our goblets. "I'm retired from that business of course, and content now to deal in exotic trinketry and secrets." Ungarion smiled and placed his folded hands on the table. "Now, I have in good faith provided what knowledge I have about your gate to Oblivion. My hope is that you might entertain a similar request from me. Should you oblige, I have some information about your tournament that I'm sure will be of interest to you."

I cautiously replied, "How can I help you, Ungarion?"

The smooth talking Altmer rubbed his hands together. "I am interested in the profit potential inside that mysterious door in the middle of our bay. They say that anyone who enters either never returns or comes out completely insane. Over an ale or three however, one of your guard friends, Gaius Prentus, let slip that you seem to be an exception." Ungarion looked at me expectantly.

"What you hear is true. Beyond that door is a very different world. From what I can gather, it's the Oblivion plane of the Daedra Lord Sheogorath, called Shivering Isles."

"A portal to Sheogorath's realm? Amazing." The Altmer rose, then returned to his chair after, placing bread, fruit and cheese on the table. "Please, eat and tell me more. Why do you think that you are able to enter and return with your sanity intact?"

"Gaius teases that it's because I'm a blonde and have nothing to lose," I said between grateful mouthfuls. I hadn't eaten since Daenlin and I shared an early lunch right after shooting for qualification. "In truth however, I suspect that it is simply because I was invited. When I approached the mysterious door, an oddly accented voice asked me inside with words about becoming his champion. I didn’t think much of it at the time and entered only out of curiosity."

"Buffy, this is fascinating. What did you find inside?" Ungarion lifted the bottle of Tamika's. "More wine, dear?"

Shaking my head, I continued, "A large outdoor area called the Fringe surrounded by high walls. I found a couple ruins of some sort and a small village named Passwall. Both the vegetation and creatures are unique. I haven't explored deeper into the realm."

"An elf with your curiosity?" The Altmer cocked his head. "Pray tell, why not?"

"Ungarion, you don't understand. The mayor of Passwall took me up to the passages that lead deeper into the Isles. The gates are guarded by a giant manlike beast that is perhaps three times my height and outweighs me tenfold. His right arm ends in a massive sword instead of a hand. I watched as he easily slew a group of steel-clad adventurers." I shivered as I recalled the slaughter wreaked by the gatekeeper.

I also remembered my guilt and anger after later seeking out Sheogorath's shrine. It was well south of Bravil along the Elsweyr border. What began as a harmless prank on the Khajiit of Borderwatch had turned out to be quite the cruel joke. Finally, I continued to Ungarion, "I know of no way to defeat the gatekeeper, and I surely don't care enough for the crazy little Daedric Prince of Madness to die trying. Besides, I have more pressing business in Kvatch." I reached for an apple and took a bite.

"Hmm," Ungarion rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment while his eyes traced across the ceiling, "have you come across any trinkets that might fetch a profit? Items that can only be found inside the Shivering Isles?"

"Well," I set down the apple, "the manner of dress over there is different, but I don't think you could make much gold from that." I decided not to share the lethal alchemical possibilities I had discovered. "There are gray-skinned creatures in the Fringe called grummites that remind me of goblins. They seem to have a tribal structure and are clever enough to make their own weapons and shields. Except for their bows, the items they make are heavy and crude." As I swirled my goblet, I remembered something else. "Oh, the general store in Passwell sells several varieties of wine that I've never seen in Cyrodiil."

"Wine?" The Altmer lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you what, Buffy. When your travels take you back there, I should love to see some samples of this grummite equipment. I also know a collector in Skingrad and another in Weye who would be quite interested in those wines you mentioned. I expect I could make it worth your while and quite appreciate you enlightening me some about the mystery." He raised his goblet.

"You're welcome, Ungarion." I smiled and once more we touched goblets. "Now, your turn again. You mentioned some information regarding the tournament?"

"Ah, yes." Ungarion frowned slightly. I thought I detected a slight squirm as the Altmer continued, "I recently sold a piece of merchandise - at a hefty profit I might add - that I believe might be of interest to you. Not that you would want the item of course, but rather that you will no doubt be concerned at the possible mischief it could cause."

"You have my attention, Ungarion," I set the goblet down, "go on."

"Well, truth be known, Buffy, I am not without affection for some of my friends here in Bravil such as yourself and Daenlin. I also know that this archery tournament is important to both of you." Ungarion shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "The item in question is a very powerful magic scroll that will temporarily drain the marksman skill from its target."

I glared at the Altmer and almost came out of my chair. "Ungarion, how could you?!? You know as well as I how difficult the use of such a scroll is to detect! In the wrong hands, it could sabotage the results of this tournament. I don't really care about the event, but it's important to Daenlin." I narrowed my eyes and hissed, "Now, who did you sell it to?"

"I sold the scroll over a week ago," the Altmer replied sheepishly, his eyes grazing the floor. "It was only when the town began to transform for the tournament that the scroll's potential occurred to me. I must confess a quite unfamiliar twinge of guilt now. In my business however, revealing the name of a customer has lethal consequences."

"You, of all people, should know better and I'm furious with you! I-" Shutting my mouth, I continued to glare at the black marketeer. Calm down, Buffy. At least you know about the scroll. I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "All right, Ungarion, I don't want Daenlin's tournament getting sabotaged. I also don't want you or anyone else getting killed over it."

"Look, Buffy, I can't share the name of my customer. It could mean my life." His eyes met mine and I assessed his fear as genuine.

Ungarion was an accomplished mage. He was not without the ability to defend himself, yet he clearly feared this 'customer'. Whoever he had sold the scroll to was both ruthless and formidable. That was the only lead I had. "Very well, Ungarion," I finally replied, "the information you gave me about sigil stones will be helpful, and I do appreciate that. I'll ask around discretely and see if I can come up with anything about sabotaging the tournament - without revealing your involvement."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

The addition of someone buying a "drain marksman" spell was brilliant !!! The first time I read it in your original Tourney I nearly fell out of my seat !! Awesome subplot in addition to all the others you wove so deftly into the background of these chapters !!! Have I told you recently how much ... I LOVE THE TOURNEY CHAPTERS !!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

First off, let me just say that April showers have never been so welcome before!

A nice description of A Warlock's Luck. It is very much the merchant-mage's shop. Remind me to steal it!

I'm broke, Ungarion,
It looks like Buffy did indeed save enough money in her shopping expeditions to make herself broke!

As always, I loved seeing Ungarion. One of the things I like about him is how you made him a black marketeer. I simply cannot imagine him any other way now. You use him to excellent effect in pointing out Buffy's own moral ambiguity, and her lack of shame over it.

Gaius teases that it's because I'm a blonde and have nothing to lose,


I must confess a quite unfamiliar twinge of guilt now.
Nicely put!

So there is a drain marksman scroll on the loose in the city of the archery tournament! Talk about a loose cannon! That could really screw things up. The question is, who has it, and who are they planning on using it upon? Daenlin seems the obvious target, as he is the seven-peat champion. But you never know...


nits:
I recalled Llend Vonius
That is actually ilend Vonius. You got tricked by the capital I looking like a lowercase l. It is easiest to tell by doing a search in the Wiki using "i".

I enjoyed this chapter again the second time around. I had been waiting for Buffy to find out about the marksman scroll Ungarion had sold. It adds a depth and tension to the Tourney beyond the usual competition jitters.

I do have a nit, and it involves the word council. As you use it, it is incorrect.

According to the dictionary, council is a gathering or assembly, a group of people making up an authority in charge of something, such as the church council, student council, or municipial council.

In the context you intend, I believe you mean counsel. It means advice, recommendation, or an attorney in a position of advising. Keeping one's own counsel means keeping your mouth shut and minding your own business, which is exactly what Buffy is doing in your story.

Okay, back to the story. I loved the references to Nerussa and Sinderion in this chapter. Trust Ungarion to look out for his fellow Altmer wine collectors! Add me to the list of wine aficionados!

Ever deeper down the rabbit hole, far too deep to get out now, and I can only predict disaster at the end of the path Buffy has constructed for herself. I don't want to see the world she built for herself crumble into dust, but given what she has done, both to herself and others, I really just want to jump in and scream at her if she really, really, really knows what she is a part of. She trafficks in illegal goods, she has made pilgrimage to the Prince of Madness and aided him (with full knowledge that he is a very dirty trickster) in destroying a small community, and now Ungarion wants her to revisit His realm to deal in what could be very dangerous items. The Realm of Madness is not all gaudy colors blithering head-cases, what if he asks her to bring him Felldew?

What makes this worse is that Buffy can't back out of this world. Ungarion knows secrets that would completely destroy her life and ruin every friendship she has, and to admit to what she was doing when visiting the Princes would likely cause many of her friends to start pushing her away. Buffy has made some truly poor decisions in the past, and you can only hide them for so long. Sooner or later, these truths will become known to the world, and then what? Sure, she could turn Ungarion in, but that would just be cold vengeance, and such an action would be nothing more than a grim self-service, accomplishing nothing but giving Buffy the grim pleasure of destroying the man who destroyed her.

You wander a dark path, Buffy. I do hope you are ready to face the inevitable.

But I digress, that you make me feel this way about her is a testament to your writing skill. Well done!

... I need a new keyboard.

Come again? Was it me?

No, it was Dagoth Malan.