Well, I can't imagine a better sight for Savlian to wake up to than Buffy aglow in an argent halo! No wonder he thought he'd died. And I have to agree with TK - the mark of a great commander is that they never forget the fallen. It's a motif I've touched on before, time and time again.

I loved the (too-brief) description of the field kitchen, and the reference to the colorful tents as being a donation from Countess Umbranox. This, along with the laundry in the previous post, really brings home how much of a role cooperation between cities and counties ought to play in the economics and politics of Cyrodiil. And hey, what better thing to do than repurpose a bunch of otherwise useless canvas? Make sails out of them?

As for the rest, I will defer to primus pilus Julian of Anvil: Sir Acadian, please kindly send that Raccan fellow up to me at Bruma. I can use a few lessons on using magic in combat! Especially against those spell-casting fetchers! Some time before Emperor Martin gives me the next assignment would be nice.

I got a kick out of Matius thinking Buffy was an angel with a halo of light around her !! How cool to add that touch of realism to the magic she used !! This is exciting, a storyline I have waited years to see unfold - Awesome Write !!! WOO HOO !!!

Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils leaving me lightheaded. I wanted to curl up next to him but knew I should content myself to just look at him for a few moments before reporting to Sigrid.
A lovely, wobbly-knees moment even though Buffy was already kneeling down. I was smiling over Savlian’s confusion when he woke to a vision of his heroine-in-a-halo. I wonder what he wears on that leather necklace.

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."
Oh, this is perfect Savlian! I can just hear him saying it.



I was enjoying the mess tent when…

A Redguard in plate armor rose from his seat and arranged both a claymore and mage staff on his back.

Oh my gosh, Raccan! He sounds amazing. His Atronach birthsign gives me an especially big grin. Wow, this is exciting!

Heya there Acadian, Its me (Talos) from the Official forums, Nice to be signed up

Hmm I wonder what's on the end of that leather.
I liked the description of the kitchen, you paint a nice picture.
How did you come up with the name Agarctova? Or is that in game?

I look forward to reading the next episode.

All- Let me precede today's episode with an announcement. As Acadian the Senior approaches his ninety first winter, I make another pilgrimage to visit. I fast travel today and look forward to the bittersweet meeting of paladins, not knowing how many more such meetings are left. I know we will talk of fast steeds named Superian, Corsair and Phantom. I’ll be back in plenty of time to catch up on the few days of reading that I will miss and to post next Friday’s episode. Thanks for your patience and warm support, my friends.

Now, as you will recall in our last episode (134), Buffy found Savlian sleeping in his tent – until he awoke from a nightmare. Unlike her (clann)fear-based nightmares, it seemed his are more related to decisions regretted and lives lost on his orders. She encouraged him to sleep some more and left his tent, agreeing to meet later at the Mages Guild. Passing the dining area, she met a new guild mate who told her of his harrowing encounter with members of a local band of conjurers.

KC- Thank you! I’m glad that Savlian’s confusion at waking from a nightmare to the vision hovering over him came through nicely. Thanks also for endorsing our introduction to Raccan.

SubRosa- Buffy’s quite touchy-feely of course, so a quick kiss on the cheek, reassuring touch and other such gestures are very natural for her. She is still hoping for a real kiss from her hero. The encampment is Buffy’s new home and I hope to continue to present more of her impressions of life there. Thanks for the nit – I agree and added that comma.

TK- Your own skill with evocative description renders your kind words even more welcome. I’m glad to see Savlian coming through, as I will be trying to develop him more through what he shows us and what we hear about him than what he says. Buffy has lots of old friends to catch up with and a good number of new ones to meet at her new city. I will be trying to spread those out as she makes her way around the camp. I’m so glad that our conservative use of words in introducing Raccan carried much of who he is! Thank you.

Rider- When it comes to noble selfless heroes, I've always considered Savlian to be the gritty real deal and I know he is a powerfully important figure to you as well. It is therefore with significant trepidation that I embark on trying develop him as a character, hoping ever so much that my humble skills are up to the task. You well know how emotional and precious some segments of a story can be to its writer, and much of the Kvatch storyline is that way for Buffy and I. Your kind words bring great comfort in that regard. I found the concept of Raccan quite intriguing. As you recall, in BF those who can recharge weapons must forsake all spellcasting (else every mage would simply self charge their own weapons). So Raccan compensates by using enchanted blades + staff and mastering blade, alchemy and heavy armor. After Kvatch, we’ll send him straight to Bruma with orders to report to Julian for duty!

mALX- Thank you so much for commenting on the intended ‘angelic’ overtones of Savlian waking to the aura of light surrounding our Child of Dawn. As I said to Rider, this whole Kvatch storyline is quite emotional for Buffy and I. Therefore, your steadfast encouragement and enthusiasm is so wonderfully soothing and appreciated.

Grits- Thank you also for enjoying the short initial reunion between Buffy and Savlian. I’m so glad you considered the line you quoted to be ‘perfect Savlian’. One of his enduring traits that was inspired by his game dialogue will be liberal use of the word 'damn' - and I agree, it so fits his manner. I’m glad you enjoyed Raccan. Like Jerric, he has the steel and stones to handle that Atronach birthsign.

Riften- A very warm welcome to you as you join our saga! Please just jump right in with the reading; Buffy will catch you up as we go along. I’m so delighted that you are bringing Riften’s tale to our forum!

TheBrume- Welcome! I’m quite enjoying Lucius’ journey as he makes his way to Cyrodiil and am glad you are sharing his story on our forum. Buffy got distracted before she could learn what Savlian wears around his neck under that tunic. Perhaps the next time she sees him without his mail, she’ll find out. Fort Agarctova is an invention for Buffy’s story. We spent quite a bit of time and some googling to come up with a list of medieval/fantasy place names that might work, then narrowed it to that name. It is a fairly small fort southeast of Kvatch right on the Cyrodiil border overlooking the Strid River and Valenwood. And as you have read, it likely hosts a clan of conjurers.



A pair of weathered green banners flanked the entrance. The vertical arcane symbols they displayed left no doubt that the large blue and white striped tent belonged to my guild. Once inside, I was surprised by its spaciousness. Soft lighting was provided by numerous glow stones – likely donated by other chapters of the Mages Guild – and augmented by several flickering candles. The ground was almost completely covered by a patchwork of carpets. Several tapestries adorned the fabric walls.

Toward the left end of the tent, a pleasant looking woman in a russet felt dress stood behind a table, crafting potions. Small fire bowls were nestled beneath the simmering alembic and calcinator. Amber liquid was cooling in the retort, no doubt to disperse cloudiness and strengthen its effect. I was relieved to see that the guild had a fine set of alchemy equipment for us to use. Recalling that Sigrid was an alchemist, I wasn’t surprised. The Breton, who appeared to be about my age, lowered the pink vial she had just filled to the table and looked at me. Her stained fingers brushed an errant strand of brown hair behind one round ear as she said, "Can I help you?"

I approached and cheerfully said, "I’m Buffy."

At the mention of my name, her pleasant expression cooled. “Pelena Maro.” Her posture changed as she stood up very straight – perhaps to emphasize that she was taller than I. “I’m a new associate. My husband, Gladius, has often mentioned your name.” Her eyes traveled from my head to my toes. “He somehow neglected to tell me how attractive you are.”

The ice in her tone negated any compliment carried by her words. Choose your response with caution, Buffy, lest you get off on the wrong foot here. “I’ve also heard Gladius speak of you, Pelena, and it’s clear he adores you. I so respect you for bravely choosing to accompany your man to this dangerous place. I know you must love each other very much. Congratulations, guild sister.”

She narrowed her eyes as if weighing my words. Apparently my response was adequate, for after a few awkward moments her face softened somewhat. "Well, I wasn't about to let him get away from me,” she declared, “and convinced him to let me try to join the Mages Guild. I don't know much about spells or poisons, but I learned a great deal about potions from Father. I feel lucky that Sigrid accepted me in her branch. She’s teaching me how to summon a skeleton."

“I’m just the opposite when it comes to alchemy,” I offered, grasping for something in common besides Gladius. “I can make pretty strong poisons but I’m just not very good with potions. And like you, I’m trying to improve my conjuration skill as well. Perhaps we could train together sometime."

"Gladius thought it would be a good idea if I learned how to summon help to protect myself. He should be finished with his shift up by the gate in a couple hours. He's on the same watch schedule as Dreelius."

"I haven't met Dreelius yet." Seeing no bedrolls in the tent, I added, "Where does everyone sleep?"

Pelena swept her hand toward four blue tapestries along the rear 'wall'. "There." I could now see they actually served as flaps to enter additional tents connected to the main one. Pointing to the closest, she smiled shyly and said, "This one's for Gladius and I. I'm so glad that Sigrid and Lucilius both agreed that Gladius could live here in the guild with me. Lucilius said it would be much better than billeting us with the soldiers. He joked that Gladius would be expected to share anything he brought up to the barracks tents.” After we both chuckled, Pelena continued, “In the next tent is Roliand Hanus and Arielle Jurard - a pair of battlemages. They’re assigned to different schedules, but are both off duty and sleeping right now."

"I've had the pleasure of meeting them before." I said.

“I’m not surprised,” replied Pelena. “Gladius told me how much you’ve traveled. This is my first time away from The Imperial City.” I was relieved that her previous coolness toward me seemed to have largely dissipated. “Anyway,” she continued, “that third tent is for Dreelius and Raccan."

"I just met Raccan. He was headed up the hill for some training before duty."

"Yes," said Pelena. "His watch team will be relieving the one that Gladius and Dreelius are assigned to."

"It all seems quite organized," I said, letting my eyes wander around the tent.

"That’s because of Savlian Matius, Lucilius Marcus and Sigrid,” the Breton replied. “They each care a great deal about Kvatch. Oh, that last tent is the guildmagister’s. She should be back soon. She makes several trips up the hill each day to check on the mages and soldiers that stand watch, making sure they are in good health and have plenty of potions. There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.”

I smiled at the Breton’s a sense of humor. “I’m sure she’s glad for your potion making skill.” We chatted some more as she showed me around the guild.

Along one end of the tent was an arming table. I noted a pair of blue hoods among the various pieces of plate armor that I imagined belonged to Roliand and Arielle. In the nearby corner was a barrel containing a variety of claymores, arming swords and staves. Pelena confirmed the weaponry was enchanted. Except for two blades belonging to the battlemages, it had all been brought from the University by Raccan. I staged Slayer, along with my quiver and pack, by the barrel. At her request, I then helped the Breton as she practiced summoning a skeleton.

"I see you two have met." I turned at the Nordic voice to see that Sigrid had just entered the guild. "Welcome back, Buffy."

She was as striking - well, intimidating actually - as ever with her golden hair, crystal blue eyes and ample bosom that strained the bodice of her blue velvet gown. Waves of self-doubt swept over me. How could Savlian be interested in a skinny big eared elf when everyday he dealt with such a beautifully elegant and shapely woman? I managed a smile. "Journeyman Buffy, reporting for duty."

Sigrid grinned. "Join me in my tent. Let's talk."

"It was wonderful to meet you, Pelana," I said. "I just know we’ll become good friends." I then turned to follow the Nordic hips, frowning enviously as I noted how dramatically they flared out from her narrow waist.

Sigrid’s tent was simply appointed. Bedding was neatly rolled up in one corner. There was a small wooden table covered with books, letters, an inkpot and quill. Several gowns that appeared identical to the one Sigrid wore hung from a line where one wall of her tent met the ceiling. She briefly stretched, then rubbed her lower back with both hands before easing herself onto a crate that served as a chair. At her gestured invitation, I sat on the only other piece of furniture in the tent – a sea chest. “It’s good to see you again, Buffy. Congratulations on your promotion.”

“Yours also, Guildmagister.”

She folded her hands on the table. “Is what Savlian Matius tells me true? That you have researched Daedra Lords and know what it takes to destroy our Oblivion Gate?”

“I don’t have all the answers,” I said, “but I’ve learned what holds the gate open and believe I know how to close it.”

“Thank the Nine, Buffy.” She picked up the quill from her table and absently rubbed the feathered end over one cheek. “Our watch teams that defend against the gate are already pretty well covered by mages and archers. I would ask that your focus be on working directly with Savlian Matius to help him get that awful thing closed. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes, Guildmagister,” I replied. “I was hoping that would be my assignment.”

“Do you snore?”

“I-I don’t think so,” I answered, tilting my head at the dramatic change in subject.

“Good. Then you can bunk in here with me.” Her face then softened and she winked. “That is unless our brave captain has asked you to share his tent.”

Instantly, I felt a warm flush surge up through my face to the tips of my ears. “D-do my feelings for Savlian show that much?”

Sigrid loosed a hearty laugh. “You speak his name as if he was one of the Nine.”

I frowned as the insidious vines of a new concern began to encircle and squeeze my heart. “Does he share his tent with many women?”

Sigrid shook her head and gave me a crooked smile. “I’ve known him for many years and would never have believed any woman could penetrate his sense of duty – that is, until I saw the way he looked at you during your last visit.”

“Thank you, Sigrid, for telling me that. You’ve no idea the swirling thoughts that fill my head. I-I have trouble believing he could be interested in me when,” I lowered my eyes to the simple carpet on the ground, “there is such a beautiful woman here who is so devoted to his city.”

“Look, Buffy,” she admonished, “one jealous young lady who lacks self-confidence is enough in my guild.” Her fingers then gently lifted my chin until our eyes met. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Pelena: You’ve clearly marked your territory, and guild mates don’t steal from each other. When I’ve spoken to Savlian of personal matters, he’s always turned the conversation to the elven mystic archer that he insisted would someday return.”

“I assure you that I’m much better with magic and bow than sorting out my feelings when it comes to men.”

“I’m sure, Buffy. I’ve just received letters from both Kud-Ei and Boderi Farano commending your abilities. Regarding Savlian, I’m thankful he’s in charge here, but the man has not yet learned that there are other important things in life beyond the duty that consumes him. If there’s anyone who can teach him, I figure it’s the little elf who’s just returned. As for me, I would frankly prefer an older man who already has his priorities sorted out – like Lucilius.”

My eyes opened wide. “You and Lucilius?”

The Nord’s face blushed slightly as she said, “Well, we do spend lots of time together working on watch schedules and priorities as we try to implement Savlian’s policies.” She then smiled wistfully. “When Lucilius talks to me, he looks into my eyes instead of staring at my breasts.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever had that problem,” I said, unsure as to whether I felt envious or grateful. Probably both, I decided.

With a tact and grace far exceeding that of most Nords, Sigrid smiled and replied, “That’s because of those big elven eyes.”

“Guildmagister?” I recognized the lilting voice just outside the flap of Sigrid’s tent.

“Yes, Pelena,” replied the Nord.

“Savlian Matius is here asking for Buffy,” came the soft reply.

“Thank you, she’ll be right out.” Sigrid lowered her voice and squeezed my hand. “Go to him. You’ve much work to do.”

SPEW !!! I loved how the meeting between Buffy and Pelena began !! Pelena seems to have a green-eyed monster, lol.


SPEW!!!


I'd say !!!

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This has made it to the top of my favorite chapters list !!! Totally AWESOME WRITE !!!! WOO HOO !!!

Pelena Maro lacks the diplomatic skills Buffy has. Or has Gladius earned the suspicion and jealousy his wife has? Either way I’m glad Buffy chose the diplomatic course.

Lol! Can’t have the wife crammed in with the soldiers!

There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.


Oh no! jealousy strikes Buffy when Sigrid joins her and Pelana in the guild tent!

That was a dramatic change in subject! Buffy’s reaction is priceless. I’m glad Sigrid had that little chat with Buffy as well. We also learn that Pelana is merely nervous. I'm glad that Gladius hasn't done anything.

And Savlian arrives!

You are Fast Traveling? Don't say that in the Bethesda forums, you will be accused of ruining real life, and not being a real Reality player.

Her stained fingers brushed an errant strand of brown hair behind one round ear as she said,
I loved the very light touch you used here in pointing out the Breton's round ear. A stark contrast to Buffy's own wood elf ears, that she is so self-conscious of.

It seems Pelena is a touch jealous. Not at all surprising, considering how well her man seems to know the Buffster, not to mention our bosmer bowgirl's own attributes.

There’s a couple things about Sigrid that just seem to lift men’s spirits.”
Yes, I believe I have seen them both...

I see Buffy's own enviousness of Sigrid is still alive and well also. That is such a wonderful juxtaposition with Pelena's feelings.

She briefly stretched, then rubbed her lower back with both hands
This was a good - and subtle - touch as showing the price of those two things that lift men's spirits so...

“That is unless our brave captain has asked you to share his tent.”
Oh my! It appears that our wood elves have a habit of broadcasting their feelings toward everyone!

I’m much better with magic and bow than sorting out my feelings when it comes to men.
Ok, this is one place where Buffy and Teresa are completely unalike!

Seriously, just as I liked your gently showing us both Pelena's and Buffy's jealousies and insecurities concerning their men, I was so glad to hear Sigrid bluntly tell the Buffster to chill out. Of course it was pleasantly reassuring to also hear of how Savlian dwells upon a certain mystic archer as well.

When Lucilius talks to me, he looks into my eyes instead of staring at my breasts.”
Uh oh, I hate to break this to you Sigrid, but Luke is probably gay!

All in all this was a nice segment that helped build the Kvatch Mages Guild, and made it seem a real place, occupied by real people, including Buffy herself. As you said, it is her new home, and now it feels like a home.

nits:
likely donated by other guilds
You might want to revist using the term guilds. My first thought was the Fighters Guild, Prostitute's Guild, etc... But I think you meant the Mages Guild chapters in other cities. So perhaps say other chapters of the MG, or something to that effect.

"Yes," said Pelena. "His watch team will be relieving the one that Gladius and Dreelius are assigned to."

Gladius? That is one guy I'd never want to cross! His name literally means 'sword'!

I'm glad Buffy was so willing to accept Pelena! There are far too few friends in the world, and Pelena certainly looked as though she needed one. I'm also glad she warmed up to our Diminutive Devoted Dame.

This chapter did a very good job at getting us back up to speed with the goings-on at Kvatch for the Mages Guild. Further aid has been sent besides Buffy, so it does look like those elderly tower-dwellers have their priorities straight. Their people got hit just as bad as everyone else, after all.

It looks to me as though Buffy is ready to assault Oblivia's Gateway!

There ARE a couple of things ON Sigrid that lift a part of men up, but it's not their spirits - it's their...er...

...um


...then again, I suppose you COULD call that part that gets lifted up the 'spirit' of a man...

I can’t imagine a more sincere compliment than another woman with her claws out. I loved watching Buffy carefully disarm Pelena and win her over by finding their common ground. Pelena’s house tour gave me a clear picture of Buffy’s new home. Sigrid’s chapter is running more smoothly from a tent than others do in their stone guild halls.

I love your portrayal of Sigrid, an elegant Nord with a hearty laugh and grin. Now Buffy has a roomie! I think that Sigrid’s direct manner is so fitting for her. Sounds like the two blondes will have plenty of non-guild business to whisper about after lights out. Thumbs up to Lucilius for timing his ogling for when Sigrid won’t see it.

I frowned as the insidious vines of a new concern began to encircle and squeeze my heart. “Does he share his tent with many women?”
I hadn’t thought of that! Whew.

“Savlian Matius is here asking for Buffy,” came the soft reply.
Yay!

Safe travels, Acadian!

Hehe! really enjoyed the update!
Especially the conversation you had with Sigrid.
Can't wait until next Friday to see what happens with Savilian.

the way you described the guild tent was very well done.

I enjoyed this episode (that siad, I enjoy every episode, so there's nothing new there). Buffy's conversation with Pelena seemed... realistic.

I like Buffy already!...

Nice... ...

Good praise there Badgere...Very...Concise...Sheesh... ...

All- I’m back from my pilgrimage, all caught up on the wonderful stories that I follow and happy to be able to update with a new episode today. Thanks so much for the well wishes!

As you will recall, Buffy spent Episode 135 in the large tent complex of her guild. She met Pelena, a new associate and wife of the former Bravilian guard, Gladius Maro. Our elf managed to carefully diffuse some jealously on Pelena’s part, only to confront her own similar insecurities during a meeting with Sigrid that followed. As she had hoped, Buffy’s new guildmagister has assigned her the task of helping Savlian Matius close the Oblivion Gate. The meeting was ended when Savlian Matius arrived, asking for Buffy.

mALX- Thank you! Like you, I’m thinking Pelena’s jealousy is simply born out of youthful insecurity – something else she has in common with Buffy. Thanks for the link to our buxom blond bombshell in blue.

KC- Thanks for noting the similarity between Pelena’s behavior and Buffy’s in the presence of Sigrid. Yup, Gladius is a keeper.

SubRosa- Thank you also for commenting on the similarities between Pelena and Buffy. I loved that Sigrid dealt with both of her young charges’ insecurities by quoting the policy that guild mates don’t steal from each other. I agree on your nit and clarified it – thank you.

TK- Thank you! Like you, Buffy is very glad her attempt to reach out into Pelena’s coolness and sooth feathers seemed to have worked. Kvatch is Buffy’s new home and it will take some time to gently develop it as well as the hero in a headband.

Foxy- I’m so glad that mention of Sigrid drew you to attention! Thanks for stopping by.

Grits- Your own sensitivity and skill with Abiene’s feminine thinking make your kind words so very appreciated! Thanks for endorsing Sigrid. I do indeed see her as a strong woman who has risen to the demands placed upon her in magnificent fashion.

Riften- Thank you for the kind words about the guild and Buffy’s conversation with Sigrid. I hope you’ll be pleased that Buffy will spend this entire next episode with Savlian and he will show us a little more of both Kvatch and himself.

TheBrume- I’m so glad Buffy’s chat with Pelena had a realistic ring for you. Thank you!

McBadgere- I’m delighted that you’ve begun posting your wonderful story at Chorrol. Regarding Buffy, thanks for the kind words! I hope you won’t be daunted by the length of our saga. Just jump right in where we are now or consider the link below.

Given that Buffy’s Journal has grown quite long and that we have several newer readers, I’ve created an ‘executive summary’ thread in the Acadian subforum to help those wanting to quickly catch up with us in one short sitting: Link.



As I stepped from Sigrid’s tent into the main guild area, I looked up into the brown eyes of my hero and felt my heart quicken. Savlian stood before me in his headband, mail and wolf-headed surcoat. An arming sword rode at one hip and I could see the round edges of a steel shield that was stowed on his back. “Thank you for calling on me,” I said.

“I was hoping that you would tour the defensive perimeter with me,” was his reply.

After shouldering Slayer and my quiver, I slipped out the guild tent as Savlian held the flap open for us. Our chatting was continuously interrupted as we made our way through the camp to the base of the trail leading up to the defensive barricade. Savlian knew everyone of course. As we stopped to talk with many residents of the camp, he introduced me to each of them. He queried several of his soldiers on the quality and quantity of food as we traversed Weedum-Ja’s dining tent. From his comments and questions, it became clear that he made it his business to know the people of Kvatch – especially her defenders.

As we started up the trail, he said, “I hope your trip from the Arcane University was uneventful?”

“Mostly,” I replied. “Only one bandit between the University and Skingrad, but even a Khajiit is no match for my horse’s speed. Raccan told me, however, that he encountered a pair of conjurers just east of here a few days ago as he made the same journey.”

Savlian nodded. “Falcedon Laenius’ mounted patrol route is between Skingrad and Kvatch. He does a fine job keeping that stretch of road free of bandits. We’ve been having problems close to camp for some time with those conjurers though. They seem to melt in and out of the wilderness to the south. I suspect they have a lair down on the Valenwood border in an old Legion fort called Argarctova. We just can’t spare the resources to serve them the cold steel of justice.”

“Raccan said Falcedon told him about the same thing,” I replied.

“Lucilius and Sigrid think Raccan shows great promise here. If he’s as lethal as Roliand and Arielle, he’ll be a welcome addition indeed.” He paused to greet a pair of passing mail-clad guardsmen from Chorrol and introduce me to them.

Although I had seen members of the Legion hail each other on occasion by briefly planting a fist to the middle of their chest, I didn’t understand how or when this was required. It seemed though, that all of the soldiers greeted Savlian in this manner, and he returned their gestures in kind.

As we continued up the hill, he said, “Between Falcedon patrolling east and Anvil’s ranger patrolling to our west, the bandits and highwaymen fare poorly in our area. Not to mention that we have little to steal.”

“Is that ranger’s name Alawen?” I asked.

“It is,” replied Savlian. “Countess Umbranox has extended her range to the edge of our encampment. We rarely see the ranger, but it’s not unusual for one of the rotating Anvil guards to report finding a dead bandit along the Gold Road west of here - normally with a single wound to the chest where Alawen has cut her arrow free.”

“I know the ranger and she’s a fine-“

“Hail, Captain!” The voice that interrupted me came from an approaching soldier wearing the colors of Kvatch. An Argonian in a blue robe and hood strode next to him. As they drew closer, the soldier that I now recognized as Gladius Maro continued, “Is that little elf at your side Buffy of Bravil?”

“Aye,” replied Savlian as his fist returned Gladius’ salute. He then added, with what I believed was a note of pride, “She just returned to us this morning.”

“Gladius, you may call me Buffy of Kvatch,” I teased. “It’s good to see you again, my friend. I’ve already met Pelena and I’m so glad you brought her with you. Congratulations.”

“I’m glad you two already know each other,” said Savlian. Turning to me, he added, “Pelena’s potions are of great help to us, and Gladius’ strong sword arm is very welcome here.” Nodding toward the robed mage, Savlian continued, “Buffy, this fine mage is Dreelius. His deadly spells have made life much easier for his watch team.” Addressing the Argonian, he added, “Dreelius, you’ll be pleased to know that Buffy here has just reported for duty with your guild branch.”

I extended my hand to the Argonian. He took it in a gentle grasp and softly said, “Welcome to Kvatch, guild mate.”

I noted the only weapon he carried was a silver dagger at one hip of his belted robe. “I’m pleased to meet you, Dreelius. Our numbers are small, but it seems like we have a fine guild here.”

“I know you both have just come off the line,” said Savlian to Gladius and Dreelius. “Thank you for your selfless work, but I know you must be hungry. Weedum-Ja has some roasted venison waiting for you down the hill, thanks to Buffy. And Gladius, you take good care of that new wife of yours. I understand she’s learning how to summon skeletons already?”

“She is, Captain,” replied Gladius. “Thanks for the venison, Buffy.”

Savlian and I continued up the hill until we came to a cleared area at one of the switchbacks. “This is Camp Defiance,” he announced.

“Lucilius mentioned having to set up more tents due to the influx of soldiers from other cities,” I said.

He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and turned me to face him. “Thanks to you and those letters from Captain Draconis of Leyawiin, our numbers have grown dramatically since you were here last.” He then pointed to the rows of tents.

I could see a number of soldiers seated in the camp working on their weapons or armor. Several were gathered around a pair of their comrades as the two took turns tossing a pair of small carved figurines onto the ground and evaluating the results. I heard terms like ‘leaning jowler’ and ‘razorback’ bantered around. I looked questioningly at Savlian.

After a chuckle, he replied. “Although the game is called ‘Pass the Pigs’, it’s commonly played throughout the Legion to pass time.”

Looking around, I said, “This camp has a beautiful view of southern Cyrodiil, yet is far enough away from the gate that it is not marred by the Oblivion sky.”

“Lucilius and I chose this location because it allows a reserve force that is closer to the gate and provides another buffer protecting the lower encampment. This is primarily a camp for staging and sleeping. We keep the support services down the hill as you’ve already seen.”

“What’s Lucilius doing?” I pointed at the sergeant, surrounded by soldiers wearing a rainbow of surcoats.

“He’s assessing and training new arrivals,” Savlian replied. “They’ll each be assigned to one of our watch teams and begin serving on the line within a day or two. Lucilius has done a superb job implementing my guidance for the perimeter. Each team has what we’ve found to be a good mix of melee and ranged capability. And we now have enough manpower for a sustainable watch schedule.”

I took Savlian’s offered arm. As we continued our climb, the sky transitioned to the dark clouds and streaks of lightning that announced our nearness to the bane of Kvatch. We crested the plateau and there was the giant portal of fire blocking the city’s gate – just as menacing as I recalled.

The watch team on duty was comprised primarily of soldiers from various city guard forces. Most were armed with blade and shield, but archers were represented as well. The dark gray plate of one swordsman identified him as a heavy Legion soldier like one might encounter on horse patrol. I also recognized Raccan, in his steel plate and brandishing a staff.

An older looking Nord wearing a yellow surcoat approached. He slammed a gauntleted fist to the taloned black raptor on his chest. “Good afternoon, Captain. Oblivia’s been pretty quiet today.” He then looked at me curiously.

“Buffy, this is Bjorn,” Savlian said after lowering a bare fist from the Kvatch wolf on his chest. “He’s in command of this watch team and we’re thankful to have him from the great city of Bruma.” He then addressed the Nord. “Buffy’s been researching this damn thing and we’re hoping she can tell us how to close it. Give me your report please.”

Bjorn nodded his head formally to me then addressed Savlian. “As I said, sir, quiet today. We had one flame wench come out about an hour ago, but she never made it past the combined fire of our archers and Raccan’s staff. We harvested some flame salt from her and our team’s mage will deliver it to his guild after the shift.”

“Good work,” said Savlian. “How’s Raccan working out?”

“Them mages on the other teams are good, sir, but I figure mine’s worth his weight in Nordic whiskey. He can fry ‘em from range with his staff or get in close with that deadly magic claymore.”

Savlian pointed toward a young Imperial swordsman wearing the Great Oak of Chorrol. “Good to see Clagiu back on duty. Sigrid tells me his burns healed well.”

“Yes sir. She did a great job and I’ve given Clagiu some remedial shield training on blocking fireballs.”

“How’s the rest of your team fairing?” asked Savlian. “Need anything?”

“Given the circumstances, morale’s high.” After a grin, Bjorn continued, “It’ll be even higher when I tell ‘em you got an elf that can help close Oblivia. Sigrid keeps us well stocked on potions and tends to any scrapes or burns.” His eyes wandered over me before he jerked them back to Savlian. “In fact, when she comes up here in that blue gown to check on the soldiers, morale soars.”

Savlian smiled. “And how’s that arm of yours? The one you tried to feed to a clannfear.”

“Well, as you know, I fared better than he.” Bjorn moved his shield arm around freely. I noticed what appeared to be the claw of a clannfear hanging around his neck. “No permanent dam- “

His words were cut short by a shout from the line. A scamp had just burst through the flaming portal. Before its long fingers could fully gather the magicka for a fireball, the Daedra was struck by two arrows, then downed by a bolt of lightning that crackled from Raccan’s staff. I noted that the swordsmen held their position until the ranged attackers had loosed their fire. It was over in a matter of seconds. “Damn things,” said Bjorn as he returned his half drawn sword to its scabbard. He then drew a steel dagger from the other hip. “Would you excuse me, sir? Sigrid has asked us to harvest some of the skin from these scamps. She says with some coaxing, she can make poisons from it.”

Savlian replied, “Carry on, Bjorn.” He then looked at me as the Nord strode off to his gory task. “Poison from scamp skin?”

I nodded. “Yes, a skilled alchemist like Sigrid can do that.”

“I’d like to stay up here and spend some time with each of Bjorn’s team. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Savlian. I can see why morale is high here. You’re wonderful with your soldiers.”

“Thank you, Buffy, but they do all the work and Lucilius shares much of the burden of command.”

“I’m just glad you have some help,” I said. “I’ll go back down the hill now. I could use something to eat after my trip. Being new here, I also want to spend some time fitting in with my guild.”

“Yes,” he replied. “I should be down there in a couple hours. After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent? I’d like to hear what you’ve learned about our flaming gate.” His commanding manner yielded to a hint of awkwardness. “And I’d like to spend time with you.”

“I’ll be there, Savlian.” I lightly brushed his cheek with my fingertips, turned and headed down the hill. The song in my heart was almost as loud as the near continuous Daedric thunder. I knew this was where I belonged.

Too cool...

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Is this headed to the MQ at all?...Just wondering...

Or is it a case of Spoilers Sweetie!!...

Sorry, too much Dr Who... ...

This story just gets better and better ^^ I love the interaction between Savlian and Buffy.

Really looking forward to reading how everything works out. Keep up the good work!

That was one interruption after another, no wonder he wants to speak in his tent !! It really gave the feel of exactly what one would expect it should be given the Kvatch situation (instead of just 5 men in front of a stick fence). Really Awesome job you are doing of world-building Kvatch - Love it !!! Awesome Write !!

A very tender segment as Buffy and Savlian get some much needed together-time. It was great to see how their feelings for each other continue to grow.

I very much enjoyed the tour of the more violent side of the Kvatch encampment, as well. From the military brigades set up along the road not just to maintain a close presence to the Gate, but to intercept anything that, Gods forbid, makes it past the barricade. Savlian does have a good head for command on his shoulders.

Looking forward to the coming alone time between Buffy and Savlian. They need it after everything they've been through.

“Gladius, you may call me Buffy of Kvatch,” I teased.

I know that made Savlian’s heart soar!


“Lucilius and I chose this location because it allows a reserve force that is closer to the gate and provides another buffer protecting the lower encampment. This is primarily a camp for staging and sleeping. We keep the support services down the hill as you’ve already seen.”

I enjoyed learning about the Kvatch military operation as much as the Mages Guild setup. Savlian’s interactions with all of the different folk gave an excellent picture of life at the Gate, and every word made me think even more highly of Savlian. His people wanted to talk to him, and he knew every detail about them or exactly what to ask.


“Would you excuse me, sir? Sigrid has asked us to harvest some of the skin from these scamps. She says with some coaxing, she can make poisons from it.”

Sigrid and her scamp skin made me smile, as did the mention of her coming up “in that blue gown.” Who knew that her closet was part of the war effort.


“Yes,” he replied. “I should be down there in a couple hours. After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent? I’d like to hear what you’ve learned about our flaming gate.” His commanding manner yielded to a hint of awkwardness. “And I’d like to spend time with you.”

In just a couple of hours!! I just love this chapter. And the chapter title, too.

A tour of the defensive perimeter… How romantic.
Alawen! Comforting to know the best and second best archer in Cyrodiil are at Kvatch.
When I played the pig game, my most common toss was called a ‘pig out.’ Lol.
Now wonder Savlian is captain! He has the camp organized and the men in fighting units. Amazing!
When a Nord says someone’s worth their weight in whiskey… You know they are damn good!
What a lovely note you ended the chapter on

Sorry I could not reply yesterday, I was on the road all day.

So we come to Buffy's hero at last! He is going to have a hard time living up to the image of him that our blond bowgirl has built up in her mind. Let's just hope that he really is all that and a bag of chips, or that she can accept that he is not perfect, and still be happy with the real man underneath the heroic exterior.

I will admit that his invitation to tour the defenses is not exactly what every girl swoons over. However, I do see how it gives him the opportunity to be with Buffy, without it being obvious to everyone that he is courting her. Although I suppose that is still obvious to many people anyhow...

to serve them the cold steel of justice.
Well said! Why do I get the feeling that Buffy will soon become a waitress?

The Legion salute is a good touch, as is Buffy's confusion over what it means.

It is great to hear a mention of Alawen as well!

Buffy of Kvatch it is now indeed! It has been a long time coming. She said an awful lot in those few words.

but I figure mine’s worth his weight in Nordic whiskey.
Coming from a Nord, that is saying quite a bit as well!

I noted that the swordsmen held their position until the ranged attackers had loosed their fire.
Too bad that never happens in the game! You have given us a wonderful view of Kvatch's defenses, made her soldier's come alive, and through it all gently revealed to us the quality of Savlian's leadership. For as the commander, he is the driving force behind all of it. I think the role of Savlian will have to be played by John Wayne, from his early days of movies like Stagecoach.

After you’re settled in some more, would you join me in my tent?
Hmmm, and maybe Buffy can get settled in there as well? Seriously though, that was a wonderful ending, with glimpse of the flesh and blood man that resides beneath the armor of command.

I've read the first couple of episodes. Love the humor you've added to the grim situation that Buffy finds herself in. I'll keep reading!

Riften may just have to pay a visit to Kvatch and give a helping hand to the Guild and of course see Dame Buffy.

I really enjoyed this update. You made it feel much more realistic than 4 men standing at a wooden gate 24/7
I wonder will Buffy be the one to close the gate though.

Savlian and Buffy walked up to the Oblivion Gate during Episode 136. On the way, she learned more about the day-to-day defense of Kvatch. They encountered Gladius Maro and the Argonian mage Dreelius who were both coming off duty from the barricade. Buffy also met the leader of the watch team that Raccan was assigned to and even saw them dispatch a scamp that burst through the gate. Savlian remained up at the barricade, while Buffy headed back down the hill to have a meal and spend some time settling in with her guild. They agreed to meet later at Savlian’s tent to discuss the Oblivion Gate.

Indeed, Buffy’s meal and guild time will occupy her for the next two episodes before she meets again with Savlian to talk business.

McBadgere- Thank you! The Main Quest will happen in Buffy’s world, but her direct role will be minor. Her small part in the Empire's history is at Kvatch.

Saquira- Thank you for the kind words. I was so sorry to hear about the problem with your account here. I hope you will be bringing your story back or perhaps another one. I’m so glad you’re enjoying the interaction between Buffy and Savlian because there will be plenty of it ahead.

mALX- Yes, time alone in the Kvatch encampment is a precious commodity. Especially for the poor fellow in charge. Interruptions will be a continuing theme. Lol. Thank you, mALX!

TK- Thanks! Kvatch is a powerful backdrop and certainly a challenging place for a young romance to flourish. But knowing Buffy, if there’s a way. . . .

Grits- Thanks for the ‘Buffy of Kvatch’ acknowledgement. She has indeed left her home behind to be here. Thank you also for your endorsement of Savlian. He is intimidating to write; I don’t know if that is because he is such a larger than life charismatic leader or because he is so very important to Buffy. Probably both, but I’m relieved to find I am actually understanding him rather well. Your wonderful encouragement is like a soothing potion!

KC- Heh, just a romantic stroll up to a damn Oblivion Gate! There are so many people and moving parts going on at Kvatch that I was thankful we could get in a mention of Alawen and how the nature of help from Anvil takes many forms. Thank you.

SubRosa- Thank you for your insight into so many aspects of what we were trying to do. In developing Savlian, I feel as nervous as Buffy as we try to carefully and naturally let who he is come through. It is indeed no wonder why he’s in charge and I hope the next episode continues to build on what we’ve seen of him by offering the perspective of one of his soldiers; I just hope Savlian is able to balance his responsibilities and still see what is within his grasp. After all, not everyone can hold a butterfly.

Feralikazam- I’m so glad to have you join us! If catching up with Buffy’s large parchment trail becomes too cumbersome, feel free to check our ‘Executive Summary’ thread in the Acadian fanfic subforum here. I’m also delighted to see you posting Skor’s story - a wonderful Nordic adventure.

Riften- Riften would be most welcome among the defenders of Kvatch and Buffy would be honored to meet him. I’m so glad you are off to a great start with your new story! Discussion about the who and how of closing that gate will absolutely come up when Buffy meets with Savlian at his tent. She’ll need two episodes first though to get a bite to eat and visit some more with her guild while she waits. Would you like some venison stew?



Although I still found the layout of the encampment a little confusing, I could see the large yellow and white striped tent draped above the eating area. That was my destination. Superian had allowed me a slice of her apple before we broke camp that morning. That, along with a stale sweet roll and pair of strawberries, had been my breakfast before dawn. The sun was now closer to Anvil than Skingrad however, and I was famished.

“Buffy?”

I turned toward the man’s voice behind me to see a handsome Imperial in plain flax garb. His blond hair was wet, and a belt with Legion arming sword was slung over one shoulder. Both hands held a round shield in tray-like fashion, upon which was balanced mail, boots and a white surcoat.

“I’m sorry,” my mind was racing to place his face, “have we-“

“Ilend,” he offered. “Ilend Vonius. I met you quite some time ago inside the gate.” He gestured with his head toward the top of the plateau.

“Of course,” I said. “I didn’t recognize you without your uniform on. It’s good to see you again, Ilend. Have you just come from the bath tent?”

The Kvatch guardsman grinned. “If you can call dumping a couple buckets of water over your head while standing on a slatted floor a bath, then yes. We’ve added a second bath tent since your last visit. Like the old one, it’s near the well so don’t mix them up. The smaller one is for you ladies since, well, there are less of you.”

“I thank you for the advice. Let me help with your burden.” I took the boots and surcoat from atop his shield. “Where are you taking this stuff?”

“Thanks, Buffy. I’ll drop it off with Batul for repair and cleaning. I was then going to get something to eat. Will you join me?”

“That sounds perfect,” I replied. “I’m starving.” I fell into step with Ilend.

“When did you arrive?”

“Just this morning,” I replied. “How have you been?”

Ilend explained that he was now in charge of one of the watch teams - in fact, the very one that Gladius and Dreelius were assigned to. They had just recently been relieved by Bjorn’s team. “Like most of the city’s defenders, my routine after duty is to hit the bath tent, then drop off gear for repair before eating.”

“That sounds like a lot of trudging and lugging,” I remarked. “Don’t you sleep in that camp part way up the hill?”

“Aye, most of us do,” he replied. “The location of Camp Defiance is well chosen. It allows a better ability to quickly reinforce the perimeter if necessary. By having the support services down here though, it forces us to spend time with the citizens we’re protecting. They get to know us as well and learn more about what we deal with. It also helps keep us busy during our off time. That’s the way Captain Matius wants things. Some of the new soldiers don’t appreciate it, but most learn to see the wisdom of the arrangement pretty quickly.”

“Will your equipment be ready before you go back on duty?” I asked.

“Probably not,” he replied. “We all have a spare set so one can be in for repairs or cleaning.”

“That makes sense of course,” I remarked, feeling a little silly. “I’m sorry I don’t know more about how things work here.”

We soon arrived at the smith’s tent and laundry operation that I had noted when Superian and I first arrived at the encampment. The skin of the buck I had delivered to the camp that morning was now racked, scraped and drying in the afternoon sun. I was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.

After some introductions and dropping off our burden, Ilend escorted me to Weedum-Ja’s ‘kitchen’. There, I gratefully accepted a bowl of venison stew. We sat at a table that was appointed with bread and pitchers of water, as well as metal cups and utensils.

“Savlian and I were just up by the gate,” I said between mouthfuls. “I’m amazed at the high level of morale, given how long the siege of Kvatch has lasted.”

“Neither the Captain nor Lucilius Marcus tolerate complainers,” said Ilend as he filled our cups. "There was a priest named Ilav Dralgoner. He escaped from the city during the invasion by abandoning those who flocked to the chapel. Rather than thanking Akatosh for his life and freedom, he was always whining that Kvatch was doomed and the Nine had forsaken us. Captain Matius disagreed and knew that kind of talk was not what the battered spirits of this encampment needed to hear. After a few warnings, the Captain had Ilav escorted to the city gate of Anvil with orders not to return until the Priests of Dibella helped him find his faith.”

“That sounds awfully harsh.” I set my spoon down. “You have no priests in the camp?”

He drained his cup, then shook his head. “No, Oleta and Martin did not escape. Tavia – you just met her at the laundry – has always been very active in the chapel and her faith has never wavered. She’s not a priestess, but the Captain asked her to help fill in. She conducts a simple service every week to thank the Nine for our survivors and ask for a future free of Daedra. Even after all this time, she still prays that Akatosh has somehow protected any of our fellow citizens that made it to the chapel that terrible night.”

After refilling our cups, I nodded for Ilend to go on, “Tavia also runs what she calls the ‘Orphans Guild’ and gives those kids pride in who they are. She works them toward a trade during the day. Tiberius – he’s the oldest – is being trained as a smith by Batul. Moria is trying to learn horses from Bolden. Several work in the laundry, a few on our farm and a couple more right here with Weedum-Ja. They’ll be the future farmers, dressmakers, cooks and even soldiers for Kvatch. Those who would destroy us have sorely underestimated this city. In the evenings Tavia teaches the children reading, numbers and the like. I figure she’s done a lot more for this camp in the name of Akatosh than that doom and gloom priest ever could.”

Feeling pretty insignificant, I quietly listened.

“Don’t get me wrong.” Ilend broke off two pieces of bread, gave one to me and continued, “Banishing a priest raised some eyebrows all right, but I’m just glad we got a captain with the balls to do what’s needed. You see, Buffy, both pessimism and optimism are contagious in a military unit. That’s why Captain Matius got rid of that priest.” I could see and hear Ilend’s intensity rising as he spoke, “It’s the same reason he’s always got an encouraging word for each of us. He spends time on the hill with every shift that pulls duty up there. That’s why Menien, I and the others volunteered to go into that gate. And I’d do it again in a West Weald heartbeat if he asked. Can you understand that?”

“I-I think so,” I replied meekly, recalling that Ilend was the only survivor from the doomed expedition into the Deadlands that haunted Savlian’s sleep. I felt I was only just beginning to understand my captain’s world and responsibilities.

Ilend’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Buffy, but since I’ve been placed in charge of my own watch team, I’ve come to appreciate some of the things Captain Matius has to think about as he makes decisions that affect so many.”

“Oh I can see from his words and actions how much he cares about all of you,” I offered truthfully.

“Aye. On the Captain’s orders, Lucilius makes sure each of us occasionally gets a three day pass. Most go to Anvil. There’s ladies on the waterfront that know a man’s needs and are happy with a soldier’s meager wage. A few just go to the Gottshaw Inn to drink cold ale and soak in a real tub with hot water.”

I perked up for a moment as I savored a wishful image of Savlian and I walking arm-in-arm along the beach near Anvil. “Where does Savlian like to go?”

Ilend paused his spoon and looked at me. “Why, I’ve never known him to take any time off at all.”

Hiding my disappointment, I asked, “And everyone returns after their three days of leisure? I mean no one tries to desert this frightening place?”

The Imperial gave me a crooked smile. “When new soldiers check in, Lucilius indoctrinates them and assigns their duties. Some volunteered to be here, but most just got sent by the captain of their city guard. When they first arrive, Kvatch is probably the last place on Nirn they want to be. Anyway, they spend their first two weeks working for their watch teams. To eat, bathe and get their gear cleaned, they’ve got to mingle with our citizens down here in the main encampment. Captain Matius tours the line every day and they get to know him a little while they’re up there. Then he pulls each of them aside for an interview.

“And?” I prompted, spoon halfway to my mouth.

“He tells each one of them the same thing: If they don’t want to be here, he’ll cut them orders right back to their old unit. Do you know how many soldiers take him up on the offer?”

Staring at Ilend wide eyed, I shook my head.

“Not a one.” He tore off another piece of bread.

Very interesting background details to the encampment at Kvatch !! I especially loved the explanation for why Ilav Dralgoner is found on the hill and not supporting either the troops or the refugees, lol. Great touch !! Buffy wishing Matias had taken his leave in Anvil after just hearing about the girls there "taking care of" the soldiers? ROFL !!! Had Ilend mentioned that Matias had been to Anvil right after mentioning those girls, that green-eyed monster of jealousy may have found its way back to our little Elf, lol. Awesome Write !!

I really loved how you are developing Savlian Matius so similarly to how I am developing him in my fiction. And the stuff going on in Kvatch is so similar to what is happening in Bruma in OHDH that reading this post is like deja vu. Especially since I just wrote the 'drama' earlier this week! Here is where your Marine experience really shines - it's like taking a peek in the day in the life of a crack military unit and getting a sense of where that (in)famous espirit de corps comes from. Every good leader knows that every man and woman counts, and that any long-term siege needs hearts as well as hands to support it.

A nit: Your opening quote must have been so depressed by Dralgoner's pessimism it left for Anvil right along with him!

You're welcome, and don't worry about my story. I actually just published a new part.

I turned toward the man’s voice behind me to see a handsome Imperial in plain flax garb. His blond hair was wet, and a belt with Legion arming sword was slung over one shoulder. Both hands held a round shield in tray-like fashion, upon which was balanced mail, boots and a white surcoat.

I really like this description, it's simple while still telling us a lot. I also like how Buffy always asks people about what Savlian is usually doing. It is a funny detail that makes it evident that she cares about him a lot and I don't think it'll be long before the other people in camp realise it as well. If they haven't already.

The smaller one is for you ladies since, well, there are less of you.
Methinks he has not met Sigrid, since there is apparently more of her.

So nice to see Ilend again! And a leader now too. Good on him! Once again, you have shined a spotlight on another of the rank and file soldiers. Not only are you giving them all personalities, making them human (except for the elves of course ), but we also again see Savlian Matius reflected in them. He is having a dramatic effect upon the lives of everyone in the encampment, soldier and civilian alike. I would say that you are achieving your goal of portraying him as a larger-than-life figure like Caesar, Washington, or Marse Robert.

was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.
And here we see that conservationist attitude you have so thoroughly instilled in the Bosmer.

Ah Ilav Dralgoner I see. I am glad you wove him into the tale, as a cautionary measure of the danger of pessimism on morale. Artemisia met him recently, and just wanted to slap him for being such a whiner.

Also good to hear about Tavia stepping in to fill the shoes the camp needs of spiritual leader and teacher. Perhaps when things are all over, she may become a priestess officially? Maybe even the new primate? (or Plesiadapiforme, Scandentia, Lagomorpha, or other mammalian order...)

Those who would destroy us have sorely underestimated this city.
Semper Fi!

Indeed, nice to see Ilend again, and that he was able to put the debacle he witnessed inside the Gate behind him. Another worthy commander, if I might say so.

I loved reading about how Savlian intelligently set the camps up so that they would need to work together for support. This keeps the soldiers from repressing, and reminds them why they fight and for whom. Encouragement can only get you so far, sooner or later, you need to remind your troops that what they are doing is worth fighting for; worth dying for. They fight for Kvatch, and every last man is proud to fight by each others' side. Even those who did not come by choice. Your words evoke power far beyond their meaning.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother;

I was pleased to see the animal’s sacrifice being honored through full use of its bounty.

I loved this very Bosmer thought between the buckskin and the venison stew.


It was great to have Ilend explain things to Buffy. I’m sure she feels better knowing some of the whys behind how things work at the camp, and now she won’t worry that she’s asking silly questions of Savlian when they get their precious time together. Ejecting the malcontent priest is exactly what Savlian would do, bold but necessary. Perfect!

It sounds like Tavia has stepped up to lead the civilians in many ways. I love that Kvatch’s children are already taking up their roles, instead of being sent off somewhere safer. Kvatch is still their home.

I love the mention that the soldiers head down to Anvil for relaxation, instead of Skingrad. That seems so natural to me. The beach part, mostly, but I’m sure the budget-friendly boat babes play a big role.


I perked up for a moment as I savored a wishful image of Savlian and I walking arm-in-arm along the beach near Anvil. “Where does Savlian like to go?”

Sigh. Of course he never takes a break. A subject to revisit when Oblivia is closed.



“He tells each one of them the same thing: If they don’t want to be here, he’ll cut them orders right back to their old unit. Do you know how many soldiers take him up on the offer?”

Staring at Ilend wide eyed, I shook my head.

“Not a one.” He tore off another piece of bread.

Yep. Stand up and cheer.

I am loving this whole Kvacth camp scenario with Savlian providing courage to the soldiers yet he gives them the choice to leave yet they stay and fight.

He is a very honorable man, he wouldn't leave the city, he loves it too much.

I am eagerly awaiting the closing of the gate and the rebuilding of Kvatch and the survivors places in them.

I'm assuming Savlian will take the role of Count.

I fell into step with Ilend.
He must have shortened his pace.

Captain Matius can’t tolerate people in positions of authority to give a bad example. He did the right thing getting rid of that priest.

I love getting to know Captain Matius through Ilend. He’s given every one of his men a sense of purpose.

I agree with mALX, I think Buffy would have been relieved, unless she was hoping he was part of the Gottshaw inn crowd?

Great chapter!

This was a great chapter. I love how you portray Kvatch. It's nice that Buffy isn't god and needs help and knowledge to close the gate. It is also nice how 5 people can't stand against Oblivion and they need a war camp. I love how detailed you're world is and that characters have limitations. I don't like romances in books , but you drew me in. Savlian and Buffy are just so cute together. I liked learning about the camp from Ilend.

Loved the whole thing...Bloody fantastic...Simple, quiet...Brilliant...

Absolutely LOVED this bit at the end...



Goosebumps mate...

Fantastic...

Nice one... ...

And just as Savlian really gets the hang of the job, and it's all running smoothly, along comes Buffy to put an end to it all!

During Episode 137, Buffy reacquainted herself with Ilend Vonius and the two of them shared a meal. The Kvatch guardsman revealed his own perspective on the leadership style of Captain Matius.

mALX- Hee! Yes, the proximity of Ilend’s comment about the dockside ladies and Buffy’s comment about where Savlian liked to go were potentially awkward. I guess, after Buffy’s recent chats with Pelena and Sigrid, she may finally be growing beyond groundless jealousy. I hope so.

Rider- I well remember what a beautiful job you did portraying Savlian during Julian’s time in Kvatch and am honored that we see him similarly. Thanks for the nit so I could quickly fix it.

Saquira- I was so pleased to see you continuing your story! Thank you for your kind words regarding Ilend’s description and the fact that Savlian is quite central to Buffy’s thoughts.

SubRosa- I’m glad Savlian is looking larger than life so far. Buffy needs a hero (gee, that sounds like a song) and, by Mara, I think she may have found one. Thanks also for the endorsement of Tavia; I agree that she would make for a fine priestess.

TK- I so appreciate your kind words on how we have set up the war camp of Kvatch. I must admit that I liked showing how Ilend has grown since we last saw him, due in some measure to the leadership of his captain.

Grits- I thank both you and SubRosa for highlighting Buffy’s Daenlin-inspired views regarding the bounty she takes from the forest. It was fun having Ilend instruct Buffy on some basic military leadership concepts – all quite foreign stuff to the wood elf. Banishing a priest hopefully represented a somewhat tough and controversial decision. As you pointed out, I think that Tavia seems more than able to step up with the right stuff and help. Thank you also for astutely noting the potential that Sigrid alluded to regarding Savlian’s sense of priorities - and if there’s room for a small wood elf therein.

Riften- Thank you for those kind words! I humbly ask forgiveness and indulgence as I dodge your question relating to the future of Kvatch. There are many potential forks in the road.

KC- Thank you for the endorsement of Savlian! Regarding Buffy’s vision of her and Savlian on the beach at Anvil, I just think she is anxious for a time when he is free of Oblivia’s shadow.

The Lost King- Your kind words are most welcome, for Kvatch is a huge deal to Buffy and requires us to lavish some detail on both the place and the people. Buffy is a potent mystic archer, but we do try to provide her some limitations and challenges. Should the solitary sniper find herself in large-scale organized combat (like, say, recapturing a city), I expect she will discover how dramatic her limitations really are. I’m so glad you think Buffy and Savlian go well together. A wartime romance is both challenging and intense. I appreciate the encouragement as we try to make it work.

McBadgere- Goosebumps! Oooh! I’ll take it with extreme gratitude! I so appreciate your wonderful support.

ghastley- Heh! Savlian’s history attests that he is an aggressive commander, but the failure of his first expedition to close the gate has likely rendered him somewhat cautious and defense-oriented. Buffy’s return, no doubt, reopens old wounds and the specter of disrupting what has settled into a protracted but smooth defense. However, I expect Savlian realizes the knowledge Buffy likely brings can help actualize the massive payoff of actually closing that damn gate.



After the enlightening meal with Ilend, we parted ways and I went to check on Superian. As I approached, she affectionately nickered and lowered her forehead until it was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes as our spirits began to mingle.

“She keeps nuzzling old Raxle.” Bolden’s words interrupted the gentle communion. The Redguard chuckled before continuing, “He likes it just fine, but I haven’t the heart to tell your mare the old fellow had his gear gelded long ago.”

“They’re old friends,” I said, then giggled. “Perhaps Superian is simply as confused about men as I am.” I hugged the mare’s neck where it joined her shoulder. Her head swung around and a long nose rubbed itself against my back as she blew softly. I inhaled deeply of her scent, hoping she took as much comfort from mine.

When I finally looked up, I noted a waifish Imperial who couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve years old. As she noticed me returning her stare, her eyes sought the ground. The shovel in her hands came to life transferring horse droppings into a small cart, presumably for the encampment’s crop fields. By now, Bolden was grooming one of the white Anvil guard horses and I quietly said to him, “Who’s your young stable hand?”

“One of the kids from Tavia’s ‘Orphans Guild’. Her name’s Moria and she loves the horses. I agreed to take the girl on during days as an apprentice.”

“I’m glad you have some help.” I stepped to the racks made of branches that held tack. After gathering some things from Superian’s saddlebags, I grabbed my bedroll and tucked it under one arm. Tossing a kiss over my shoulder to the mare, I then set off toward the guild. Given the long shadows now cast by the sun, I figured Savlian would return to his tent and be expecting me in about an hour.

The main area inside the guild was vacant, save Dreelius who was seated near the alchemy table. Looking up from the book on his lap, he greeted, “Good to see you again, Journeyman.”

“You too,” I replied with a smile. “I know Raccan is up on the line, but where is everyone else?”

The Argonian blinked his orange eyes. “Gladius and Pelena are in their tent, perhaps doing what newlyweds do. Roliand goes on duty soon, so the two battlemages should be up shortly.” He looked at my full arms, but made no effort to assist. “Moving some things in?”

Like many mages, I supposed he had more interest in academia than chivalry. “Yes,” I replied. “I’ll be staying with Sigrid.”

“I believe you will find her laboring with guild correspondence.”

“What are you reading?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“Delphine Jend.” Dreelius lifted the book slightly from his lap. “This one is called ‘Fun with Bigger Fireballs’.”

“Delphine’s so skilled with destruction magic that sometimes she even lectures at the University,” I gushed, “and she’s won awards for some of her spells. I fear that harnessing the full power of the elements has always eluded me.” Hoping to capitalize on something in common with the quiet Argonian, I added, “I did find her book, ‘Cooking with Destruction’ quite helpful though.”

“I’ve studied all her work,” he replied, “and hope to meet her someday.” Before I could continue, Dreelius signaled the end of our brief chat by returning his attention to the text and opening it to where one scaly finger had saved his place. Although pleasant enough, I gathered the Argonian sort of kept to himself.

I found Sigrid’s tent flap tied open and the guildmagister inside. She looked up from her seat to give me a tired smile, then returned her quill to parchment. No sooner had I quietly stowed my gear and returned to the main guild area when the two battlemages emerged from their sleeping tent.

Arielle Jurard wore a brown linen blouse cropped at the top of a tan skirt that fell to her ankles. Roliand Hanus was oddly dressed in white leggings and a quilted arming doublet of the same color. Both smiled in recognition.

“It’s been a long time, Buffy,” Roliand remarked.

“The last time we saw you,” Arielle added, “Roliand patched you up and we turned you over to Carahil in pretty rough shape. How’d those frost burns heal up?”

I winced at the memory of almost dying to the icy spells of the rogue mage Caminalda. “Carahil did a wonderful job and refused to release me from her guild chapter until the scarring was completely gone.” I then lifted my blouse enough to expose my midsection. See?”

Both battlemages looked, and even Dreelius glanced up from his book for a moment. Roliand nodded approvingly before I tucked the blouse back into my buckskins. He then declared, “Carahil’s finesse with restoration far exceeds mine.”

“She’s a fine healer,” I replied, “but you two are the ones who saved my life, and it’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Buffy,” said Arielle. The reason for Roliand’s manner of dress soon became clear as both battlemages approached the nearby arming table and Arielle assisted Roliand into some heavily plated greaves. The Imperial fastened the upper portion – made of linked mail – around his waist, while his partner adjusted the sections of plating that covered most of his legs. Arielle continued as she worked, “Carahil and Boderi Farano both inform me that you’ve done well for yourself. It’s been many years since our battlemage instructor last trained a mystic archer.”

“Did she train you two as well?” I asked.

Roliand lowered himself onto the chair behind him as Arielle knelt to help with his boots. He replied, “She trained all of us battlemages.”

“Well,” I said, “I was delighted to hear that she selected the two of you to augment our guild branch until Kvatch is free.”

Arielle stood, blew a strand of brown hair from her face and tugged Roliand up to his feet. “It beats hunting down and killing necromancers – and smells better too.”

“Ugh,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I know what you mean.”

Roliand lifted the larger of two plate cuirasses from the arming table and lowered it over his head. I could see it was actually an assembly of numerous pieces held loosely together. Arielle began to cinch and fasten the assortment of straps and buckles.

I chuckled. “It seems rather like saddling a horse.”

Arielle shot me a surprisingly impish glance. “Well, I’m not going to send my stallion out unarmored.”

Roliand grinned, then winked at me. “Arielle has my armor rigged so only she can undress me.” He tugged his gauntlets on while Arielle fastened a thick belt just above his hip guards. As her hand brushed the hilt of the attached arming sword, a brief red glow confirmed the blade was enchanted.

Finally, Roliand fitted one of the shields from the table over his left gauntlet and held both arms out to his sides. Arielle went over the myriad buckles, straps and fasteners. Her tugging, pulling and checking clearly reflected a well-practiced. She then placed the blue hood of a battlemage over his head and took a step back. A wagging finger was belied by her sparkling eyes as she said, “Now don’t you fall for any of those flaming harlots that come out of that gate.”

“Not to worry,” he replied lowering his arms. “They’re too hot for me.”

Her gaze grew serious as she looked up at him. “Be careful, my love.”

Roliand pulled the Breton close with his sword arm, kissed her then clanked and rattled out of the tent.

“Don’t you worry about him?” I remarked.

She nodded. “That’s the hardest part about the task here. We’re used to working together and have gotten pretty good at it. Being on separate schedules feels. . . vulnerable.” She then managed a smile. “But that’s what it takes to cover the various watches here. Roliand was kidding about me being the only one who can dress or undress him. I’m on the shift that relieves his team and have to armor up before he returns. That’s why it’s nice to have Raccan and Gladius here in the tent to help. Even though Gladius wears the lighter mail, he’s well familiar with our heavy plating.” She then lowered her voice to a whisper and showed me her impish look again. “Of course Pelena quite unnecessarily insists on supervising Gladius whenever he’s near another woman.”

After a chuckle, I quietly replied, “Why does that not surprise me?” I stepped over to the arming table and hefted some of Arielle’s armor. “I’ve seen plenty of strong men like Roliand move well in this stuff, but how on Nirn does a woman manage it?” I turned to the petite Breton who was no more than half a head taller than I. “Are you that much stronger than I am?”

“Probably not,” she said. Arielle removed Slayer, the quiver and pack from my back, placing them on the arming table. She then helped me muscle her armored torso assembly over my head and down onto my shoulders.

As soon as it was more or less in place, I felt most of its weight evaporate. I hopped about the guild a little to the sound of clanking plates and loose buckles, amazed. “What enchantment is this?”

“It bolsters my strength to that of any man,” she replied. “It even allows me to strike harder with my blade.”

“Is Roliand’s armor fortified the same way?” I asked. “If so, he must be mighty as an ogre.”

“No.” The Breton shook her head. “We enchant to compensate for our limitations – just as Boderi Farano taught us. Roliand is a strong Imperial born under the sign of the Warrior. The armor he wears fortifies his magicka because that is what he needs. Between my race and birthsign, I have enough mystical energy to forego augmenting it. I need the strength enchantment instead. In fact, when fully armored, Roliand and I both have about the same strength and magicka.” She then helped free me from the noisy assemblage of plating.

With a new appreciation for battlemages, I shouldered my gear, then explained that I was expected in Savlian’s tent.

Buffy loves her horse!

Well Buffy, not everyone can be as chatty as you.

We get to know the husband – wife team of Roliand and Arielle. They’ve been together a long time and trust each other fully. They are a match in combat as well.

Don’t you worry about him?
What a silly question Buffy!

Pelena needs to learn to cool it! She needs to trust her husband or he’s going to eventually tire of her distrust.

How neat about Roliand and Arielle’s armor!

So nice to see Buffy gets some quality cuddle time with Superian.

Moria? I suggest steering clear of that one. The Dwarves delved too greedily, and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dûm... shadow and flame.

I had to laugh at the mention of Delphine and her books! Cooking with Destruction indeed!

We meet Arielle and Roliand once more. Just as with the JF, people from our protagonist's past have all been coming together, and all because of her. I enjoyed your description of the long process of donning plate armor. Not to mention the part about how “Arielle has my armor rigged so only she can undress me.” And I see from the following conversation that they really are more than just coworkers. That was a very nice touch.

I also loved Buffy's chance to dress up in Arielle's armor, and the discussion that followed about the enchantments that both Arielle and Roliand use.

Now we are off to meet Savlian!

Buffy and Superian's interlude was a nice start to this chapter, and set off the growing friendships Buffy is developing in Kvatch - Awesome Write !!

First the nit:
Was that a typo on the book (Delphind rather than Delphine)? The printer needs to be flogged with a wet noodle for getting the author's name wrong!

I will echo KC and Sage Rose in their comments. I loved Roliand's comment about Arielle being the only one to get him out of his armor. She'd better be able to, or there'd be no fun between them!

The discussion about Delphine Jend's well known talents was a riot. "I've read all of her books!" A Jend Fan! Does he attend all of her book signings?

The discussion between Arielle and Buffy about the former's relationship with Roliand is rich on so many levels. Not just the armor as SubRosa pointed out, but also how they manage their relationship under such stressful situations (it's hard for husbands and wives to work together - most vet-vet marriages end in divorce, especially when they work in the same place), which should be helpful for Buffy in her blossoming relationship with our hero in a headband. Also using magic to complement one's strengths and overcome one's weaknesses is practically out of the Art of War and is a very realistic point. It's got me thinking of Julian's own weaknesses and how she can use magic to complement her strengths. Hmm . . .

Well clever that...Nice one... ...

Love it!!...

I like Arielle...She pretty...

Excellent writing as ever...

*Bows*...

Nice one... ...

Oh, love the stuff about Delphine Jend...Made me laugh... ...

I shall be using her...Kinda...Eventually, in mine...Sorta... ...

“Delphine Jend.” Dreelius lifted the book slightly from his lap. “This one is called ‘Fun with Bigger Fireballs’.”

Oh, that is perfect for her. And I thought nothing could top ‘Cooking with Destruction.’

Arielle and Roliand were adorable in a battlemage juggernaut way. Arielle’s smooth conversation while she geared Roliand up was a joy to read. It reminded me of the wonderful scene at Equestria, so when Buffy said “like saddling a horse,” it made me chuckle!


“Don’t you worry about him?” I remarked.

Arielle’s remarks after Roliand clanked out of the tent made me like her even more. No attempt to blow sunshine up Buffy’s skirt. Yes, she worries about him, and so will Buffy. It’s great to have a successful battlemage couple about. They have been there.


She then helped me muscle her armored torso assembly over my head and down onto my shoulders.

I enjoyed the way you described the armor through the characters' actions and gestures so much. I also loved the enchantment discussion, and the thoughts behind it. If Buffy could ever be convinced to wear heavy armor, I think it would have to carry a clank-dampening enchantment. She seemed to dislike all of that noise.


Given the long shadows now cast by the sun, I figured Savlian would return to his tent and be expecting me in about an hour.

And that was before all of the armoring, woo hoo!

As always, I do love seeing real-game characters being more developed. I always thought those two had a little bit more to them than what I saw, obviously they do. They're friends of Buffy!

Episode 138 found Buffy with an hour or so to spend before again meeting with Savlian. She visited Superian, gathered her bedroll and some belongings from the stable, then made her way to the Mages Guild. There, she renewed her friendship with the pair of battlemages that Boderi Farano had assigned to augment the defense of Kvatch. She then announced her intention to meet again with Savlian Matius.

KC- Thank you. Superian is such a large part of Buffy’s life and we try to give the accurate impression of how much time, care and attention Buffy lavishes on her mare. I think the jealous Pelena has probably served as 'a look in the mirror' for Buffy that will hopefully enhance her own self-confidence.

SubRosa- Heh, I had no idea that the name Moria related to LOTR. My inspiration was a more Imperial respelling of They Call the Wind Mariah. Although we only caught a glimpse of this minor character, she will resurface to justify the free spirited wind in her name. Thanks for appreciating our descriptions relating to heavy armor. We tried to tread a fine line between homage to the game and a touch of historical reality - all presented through the inexperienced and somewhat overwhelmed eyes of the buckskin-wearing Buffy. As you so astutely pointed out, the armor served primarily as a backdrop to try and ‘show’ the relationship between Roliand and Arielle.

mALX- Thank you so much for your endorsement that, even at Kvatch, Superian is a very large part of Buffy’s life. In both our game and story, I’m continually surprised at how demanding having a horse can be – and how Buffy rises to the responsibility with love and determination.

Rider- Thanks for helping me to fix that nit. I so appreciate your kind words regarding the depth we tried to display in the interactions between Arielle and Roliand. I hope Buffy and Savlian can forge themselves into as strong a team. Buffy changes outfits entirely too often to enchant any of them, but I look forward to discovering how the wise Julian will select which enchantments best suit our old Redguard heroine.

McBadgere- Thanks. I have always liked Arielle in the game – as brief as her role is. And it was such fun to mention our delightful diva of divine destruction, Delphine! She and Buffy, the buckskinned blond Bravilian butterfly-dragon bowgirl, can take alliteration to a whole new level.

Grits- I’m basking in your kind words and beautiful insights, as you mentioned so much of what we were trying to do. Hee! I think, given her tiny red bar (perma-endurance of 30) and fashion sensitivities, Buffy is devoted to avoiding damage rather than clanking into it. I'm sure heavy armor takes more of an Atronach mindset and bigger stones than Buffy can fit into her buckskin greaves.

Zalphon- Arielle and Roliand in the game are about as thinly developed as possible. I’m so glad Buffy was able to share some of their depth and devotion to each other.

All- And so. . . we have attempted to paint some of what life is like in war-torn Kvatch. Quite a few of Buffy’s long term behind-the-scenes efforts have delivered fruit for the besieged city. And we have introduced (or reintroduced) most of the important players at Kvatch. It is time to start moving the pieces around as Buffy finally begins to narrow her focus to two incongruous but hopelessly intertwined objectives: Freeing Kvatch and learning to dance. Neither will be a quick process, but let the sparks and music begin.



Night had settled over Kvatch Mountain as I emerged from my guild. Opening a lifted fist, I bathed myself in illumination before threading my way around the smoke of small warming fires and through the confusing maze of canvas to the other side of the encampment.

“Savlian?” Upon hearing no response, I slipped into his tent to find he had not yet returned. Without the wonderful distraction of his presence, and by the pale aura of my spell, I took the time to look around.

His bedroll was neatly stowed in one corner. The bear pelt that I recalled seeing serve as his sleeping pad was now fully spread out to carpet a good portion of the tent. Hanging from one of the corner supports was a set of mail and surcoat that I imagined was Savlian’s spare armor. Near the entrance was a weapons rack into which I placed Slayer and my quiver. The remaining furniture was limited to a sturdy table, single chest and pair of wooden chairs.

Checking the level of olive oil in the lantern on his table, I briefly summoned a tiny flame to one fingertip and lit the wick. I then dispelled my own illumination aura. The table hosted numerous sheets of parchment. Most were rolled or folded, but one was spread open and I could see it was a map of western Cyrodiil.

On one corner of the table were stacked several texts and a wooden box that was itself about the size of a large book. After a moment of indecision, I couldn’t resist snooping. Lifting the lid revealed numerous letters inside. On top were two that appeared to be so well-read and handled that they were beginning to fall apart at the fold lines. Tears suddenly threatened as I recognized my own handwriting. As I thought about his letter that I carried tucked between the pages of my journal, I realized it had become equally worn and fragile.

The other pieces of correspondence in the box all appeared to be from the Legion, praising Savlian’s efforts but nevertheless offering excuses why reinforcement would not be forthcoming. I replaced everything and closed the box.

A repair hammer, three septims, an inkpot and two quills completed my nosey inventory of what obviously served as Savlian’s field desk.

A quiet rustle of canvas behind me was followed by the words, “Looking for a bottle of Tamika’s to celebrate your return?” I spun to see the tired face and warm smile of Savlian Matius who quickly added, “I’m sorry, but fine wine eludes the standards of Weedum-Ja’s cellar.”

My surprise quickly yielded to a giggle. “How’d you know I like Tamika’s?”

As Savlian racked his Legion blade and Kvatch shield next to Slayer, he explained, “Lucilius told me that once you joined the Court of Leyawiin, the royal kitchen quickly learned your preferences. I’m afraid the best we can muster are a few cases of ale that Weedum-Ja keeps locked up for New Life Festival.”

“That’s not very far away,” I said.

“I know,” he replied, taking both my hands in his. “I look forward to us celebrating it together this year under the banner of a free Kvatch.” Was the sparkle in his eyes because of me or his dream of freeing the city?

He pulled me a step closer until our clasped hands were at our sides and I could feel the heat emanating from him.

My nostrils filled with his intoxicating scent, along with the smells of mineral oil and smoke that permeated his armor. I tilted my head slightly as I looked up at him, wondering if – no, hoping - he might kiss me. Delicate wings were furiously trying to take flight inside my stomach.

“Captain?” The familiar voice outside the tent was that of Lucilius Marcus.

Whatever look was in Savlian’s eyes dissipated as he gave my hands a gentle squeeze and released them. “Enter.”

Lucilius did so. “Good evening, Milady. Captain, you wanted to see me?”

Savlian nodded to the other Imperial, then looked at me. “Buffy, I asked Lucilius to join us. As my second in command, he needs to know what I know. Can you share with us what you’ve learned about the Oblivion Gate?”

“Certainly,” I said, slipping off my pack. “But first, I have something for you.”

Savlian chuckled. “Do you have another deer, perhaps magically stuffed into your pack? You’re becoming quite the hero to Weedum-Ja.”

“No, silly.” After a moment of rummaging, I placed a silken bag bearing the symbol of my guild onto the table with a jingling thump. I presented one of the rings from it to Savlian. “It’s enchanted to enhance your armor and resist fire. I brought enough to share, compliments of the Arcane University.”

After examining the ring, Savlian placed it back in the bag. “We owe you so much, Buffy. I know these will serve well here. I’ll have Lucilius ensure all our defenders get one. If there are enough left, he and I will each proudly wear one as well.”

“Thank you, Milady,” said Lucilius as he gathered up the bag.

“I’m glad now that Delmar made so many of the rings.” As much as I might have wanted Savlian to wear one on every finger, I realized now that he would see to the protection of his soldiers first. “Well,” I continued, “if we’re going to see a free Kvatch by the coming New Life Festival, I guess I’d better tell you what I’ve learned about your Oblivion Gate.”

Savlian held one of the chairs for me until I was seated. He then spun the other one around backwards and straddled it. Lucilius racked his weapon and shield before settling onto the wooden chest. Both men looked at me, expectantly.

For the next half hour or so, I detailed what I knew about sigil stones and surviving the Deadlands. I confessed to little knowledge about the tower that Ilend Vonius had spoken of when he returned from the gate, except that it likely guarded the sigil stone.

“That tower sounds pretty deep into the Deadlands,” remarked Lucilius. “Will there be enough time to escape after removing the sigil stone before the gate closes?”

“I-I don’t know. Given the size of the Deadlands and distance from the tower to the gate, I doubt there is enough time for that.” Trying to muster some optimism, I added, “Oblivion Gates have opened and been closed before the Dragonfires ever protected Nirn. The sigil stones that sustained them still exist.” Recalling my conversations with Ungarion and what powered my detect life rings, I continued, “I have touched one. They pulse with enough energy to put your very teeth on edge and make you want to clamp your hands over your ears. I believe a sigil stone has enough magic to transport itself out of the Deadlands as the gate it holds open closes – hopefully along with whoever holds it.”

Lucilius rubbed the stubble that a long day had brought to his chin before concluding, “But we don’t really know if it’s possible to survive the process.”

I lowered my eyes to the bearskin pelt on the ground and slowly shook my head.

Savlian finally spoke, “As you both know, I can ill afford another failed attempt to close that gate. When I get to the sigil stone, I’ll send everyone else safely out of the Deadlands before I remove the damn thing. Buffy, what size and type force do you think I need to fight to the top of that tower?”

I stared at him, horrified. “Y-you can’t go in there. You need to stay outside the gate where you’ll be –“ I stopped myself short of saying the word ‘safe’ – “in a position to command the overall effort. If you perish inside the gate, who will lead the battle to retake the city?” I pressed my fingers to his lips as they opened to protest, grateful that he allowed the brazen gesture. “This is a job for a solitary scout-sniper who is familiar with surviving the Deadlands. An elf who can both avoid detection by the Daedra and kill them from a safe distance if required. Once I grab the stone, I can make myself invisible and run for the exit, even while hoping to be magically transported out.” I realized my authoritative tone was probably compromised by the desperation and pleading in my eyes that I was struggling to hide. I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from his lips, fearful of the response.

“I’m not about to let you go in there,” he declared.

“You don’t trust my abilities?” I countered sharply.

Lucilius shifted uncomfortably on the chest that served as his seat.

“It’s not that, Buffy,” replied Savlian. “I’ve talked to Lucilius and Sigrid enough to know that you’re a lethal knight, archer and mage as well as a stealthy scout. I’m just not about to send the woman I. . . who has done so much already for Kvatch to her possible death. You can’t go in there.”

“And you think I provided all this information about how to close that gate so you could march off to your death?” I said angrily.

“Captain?” Lucilius interrupted the glaring standoff between Savlian and I.

Savlian’s expression softened somewhat as he turned to Lucilius. “Forgive me, my friend. What is your counsel here?”

Lucilius shifted his gaze between Savlian and I. “There are two main efforts here. Closing the gate and protecting the city.”

“Damn it, I can’t be in two places at the same time!” snapped Savlian. “I sent one group of volunteers to their deaths, save Ilend Vonius. I’ll not repeat that mistake!”

“Sir, why do you call me your second in command?”

“In case something happens to me or I need to be in two -” Savlian closed his mouth and stared at Lucilius.

“And do you trust me in your absence?”

“You know I do, Lucilius,” replied Savlian. “The gate must be closed first. While I do so, you will protect our city. If I survive the process, I’ll lead the battle to retake Kvatch. If I do not return, there is no one I trust more than you to be in command of must be done.”

My eyes remained fixed on Savlian, noting the steeled line of his jaw. I found myself resigned to some aspects of his logic. After the lives lost inside the gate that he blamed himself for, I realized he would never allow another such expedition that he did not lead. “I will come with you.”

“No you won’t,” he replied.

“You need a scout,” I said, raising my voice again, “and no one here knows the Deadlands better than I.”

He shook his head. “You said yourself, closing the gate is a solitary job.”

I was instantly out of the chair with both hands on my hips. “You would throw my own words back at me? I said that to protect you from danger!” Hoping my anger would forestall the tears that threatened, I picked up my pack, stomped over to the weapons rack and shouldered my quiver and bow.

Both men were now on their feet. Savlian spoke, “Buffy, I-“

“If I had known you were going to go charging into that gate,” I interrupted, “I never would have come here!” Yanking open the tent flap, I started to march out.

Despite my small stature, I normally I ducked when leaving a tent to allow the longbow towering above my head and forest of feathered tails in my quiver to clear. In my anger however, I forgot to do so this time. Instead of briskly exiting, I found myself hung up at the canvas doorway. I ducked and wiggled free while angrily shaking off the four hands that tried to assist, restrain or calm me. “Leave me alone!” Finally, I successfully stormed out into the night just as the dam holding back my tears burst.

ROFL !! Matias cleaned up the tent for Buffy's visit !!! Buffy throwing a tantrum would be hilarious if not for the seriousness of the reason she is throwing it. Awesome Chapter !!!

As ever, fantastic... ...

I'm guessing this romance is a very long time developing... ...(Sorry, I spend so much time reading the new stuff that I've never had time to catch up... ...)

Excellent!!...

Nice one... ...

Why do I think Pelena's about to be involved? (And I'm not thinking of sending her in! )

Buffy is snooping! Good girl. Now lets see what kind of goods she can dig up on her man Savlian. Ooh, its her letter. Now that is a wonderful touch, especially with Buffy's comparison to the same letter she carries.

Was the sparkle in his eyes because of me or his dream of freeing the city?
I love how you did this, keep Buffy guessing what his real priorities are.

Argh, that damned Lucilius had to turn up, didn't he? It seems that wood elves have a bad habit of falling prey to the Almost Kiss...

“But first, I have something for you.”
Rawr! I bet more than one of Savlian's dreams starts out with Buffy saying that!

The Resist Fire rings are another good touch of showing that the rest of the world really is not ignoring Kvatch and the Oblivion Crisis.

I’m just not about to send the woman I. . .
The woman you what Savlian?

I know it runs counter to popular heroic fiction, but if Savlian is not willing to send people to their deaths, he really does not have what it takes to be in command. Because making decisions like that are part of wearing a general's star. Such as in the Battle of the Philippine Sea when Mitscher sent his aircraft to attack the Japanese fleet at the end of the day, meaning they would have to return and land on his carriers in the dark. 80 planes did not make it back. But his gamble paid off, as it won him the battle. Many of those crews were even rescued in the following days.

Still, I suspect that Savlian will eventually see to reason, perhaps with some gentle persuasion by a certain wood elf, and as a commander, command, rather than fight in the trenches. Either that, or Buffy will just have to go in that gate while he is not looking!

And Buffy gets a storming off! I have to say, I loved the little touch of reality with her bow and arrows being caught in the tent flap! That never happens in the movies. But I imagine it does quite a bit IRL!