After a moment of indecision, I couldn’t resist snooping.

I LOLed! Those curious wood elves. Lildereth would point out that information gathering is part of due diligence.


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.”

I thought this was a great glimpse of the Savlian Doctrine, and completely what I expected from what you have shown of him.


“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?”

All the way through

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.”

That’s right, even though the stone will survive it is still unknown what will happen to the person who takes it. Anyone through the Gate could be taking a one-way trip, even if they do make it all the way to the tower.

The argument that followed had to happen. What a dilemma for Savlian. Buffy is the best one for the mission, and if he puts his feelings for her first he will jeopardize Kvatch. His leadership style could take him out of the critical battle to take back the city if he’s injured or killed in the Deadlands. But not going into the Gate seems like the much harder choice for him to make.

Darned tent flap ruined a perfectly good furious exit. Just as bad as when the slammed door bounces back and hits you in the rear.

So close but so far. To business. Pleasure will have to wait another time Buffy.

Well, I think Buffy made herself quite clear before her attempted storm from the tent. Nobody’s willing to let someone else in alone and nobody is willing to take another in with them. We know in the end it’ll be Buffy and Savlian going in, with maybe some others as well. Neither one of them is going to win that one.

Huh. So Savlian's determined to close that damned Gate by himself? Why am I not surprised?

But I have to agree with Sage Rose. If Savlian's going to command, he'd better gird his globes and get to it! And that means sending someone else off to do the dirty work.

Honestly, Buffy's the one with the best chances of making it back alive.

I had to laugh at Buffy's dramatic comedic exit!

Worst possible option. They'd each be concentrating on protecting the other, and neglecting the main task. Buffy goes in alone, she's trained for it, knows what to expect, and her combat style means no friendly targets in the way, thank you.

Another great chapter. I love how Buffy and Savlian try to protect each other. I just hope Savlian will see that sending in Buffy alone is the smartest thing to do.

During Episode 139, Buffy, Savlian and Lucilius finally got down to the business of discussing the Oblivion Gate, to include concerns as to whether closing it was even survivable. Buffy urged a stealthy approach by a solo mystic archer. Savlian viewed the danger as great enough that he refused to delegate it. The resultant clash in opinions and expectations culminated with an angry bowgirl storming out of Savlian’s tent in tears.

mALX- Thanks! Savlian’s field tent doubles as his office of course, and I’m not surprised that he would keep it squared away. Although Buffy’s attempt at a dramatic exit was thwarted, I was at least proud of her for not blasting the men with a furious “Fine!”

McBadgere- Thank you! Yes, Buffy first met Savlian way back in Episode 12. She then visited him during Episodes 50-53. They have kept in touch by letter, and a great many of her episodes have involved trying to provide help for him, gathering information about Oblivion Gates and the Deadlands, or preparing herself to assist.

ghastley- We’ll see Pelena again in a few episodes and she’ll give Buffy some quiet help. Although I appreciate your confidence in Buffy’s elegant lethality when operating alone, I’m striving for something more. . . volatile. Based on the comments, I think I might be on track.

SubRosa- Long ago, I wrestled with the very leadership considerations you refer to as I envisioned this episode. I chose the course that my story loudly cried out for. Savlian’s willingness to send people to their deaths is not in question. Given his violent career and battlefield commission, one may assume he has had to do so in the past. Even in his current command, he has sent soldiers into the Oblivion Gate to their deaths. He is, however, unlikely to repeat that mistake - particularly with a lone, tiny, civilian wood elf. Savlian has primarily seen the gentle and nurturing side of Buffy’s nature. Despite what he has heard of her reputation, the little elf in his tent hardly presents as the Daedra Slayer some of us believe her to be. When clouded further by his likely feelings for her, is it any wonder that he would privately doubt her ability to close an Oblivion Gate by herself? I submit that from his perspective, it would be almost criminally foolish to send her into that gate alone. Savlian is keenly aware of the devastatingly crushing effect another failed attempt could have on the beleaguered defenders and citizens of Kvatch.

Savlian’s judgment is further clouded by his chivalrous nature which does indeed eclipse his ability as a commander - that is precisely why Buffy is drawn to him. It also explains why Savlian will never utter something like, “Buffy, you go close that gate while I wait out here providing command and control.” Although such a command would be exactly what Buffy has asked for, paradoxically, it would shatter her image of him as a hero. The story would then likely flow that she would close the gate, say goodbye and ride away in tears. As I’m sure you can appreciate, that is not exactly what I have in mind. This past episode was an opening salvo intended to conjure its title: Sparks. Reader comments suggest it worked. It will now take the next two episodes for things to calm down as some of these inferable undercurrents become clear to Buffy, she is reminded of others I have not mentioned today, and we again hear from Savlian. Although you and I may differ on our endorsement of the understanding that Buffy and Savlian achieve, I appreciate your comments that caused me to examine some of my story’s foundational decisions and emerge fully confident in my choices.

Grits- Snoopy little woodsters! Now you know why I like Lildereth so much! I loved your dubbing of the Savlian Doctrine. I remember how excited I got when you revealed in your story that Jerric shared Buffy’s terrifying realization that closing an Oblivion Gate from inside could well be suicide – and my pride in Jerric as he proceeded. I’m so glad you fully realize what a complex, lose-lose position Buffy and Savlian are in. For if Buffy is truly going to fall for Savlian, she must be convinced that he is not just a hero, but that he is her hero. I so appreciate your gracious and encouraging comments.

KC- Private moments without interruption can be frustratingly short in a field commander’s tent – as Buffy is learning. She has seen Savlian awaken from a nightmare of his decision to send soldiers to their deaths in vain. She is also now beginning to see his protectiveness toward her, which simultaneously thrills and infuriates her.

Rider- You present an interesting perspective that Savlian may not have the stones to send small women into burning gates. His record seems to indicate a tendency to rescue them instead. Joking aside, I assure you that I fully understand your point – as does every commander and graduate of Leadership 101. Buffy may be able to move him along some, but sending her into that gate alone will continue to be a bridge too far for the chivalrous Savlian Matius. If you believe some of his decisions render him imperfect, I’m flattered. How boringly unrealistic would a flawless leader be after all? I’ve certainly never served with one. I’m quite delighted with Savlian in BF – just the way he is.

The Lost King- Thank you! Yes, it seems Savlian may be as protective of Buffy as she is of him. At the end of the day, Savlian may be a larger than life charismatic hero, but I don’t believe that necessarily makes him a perfect leader; that’s okay, Buffy’s not a perfect follower. Given some time together and a bit of room to breathe however, they might well be perfect for each other. And that is my objective. For when all is said and done, Buffy’s tale is a love story, not a war story. Strategy, tactics, leadership styles and even Kvatch itself are all just supporting background.



I hugged the mare’s neck tightly. “I-I’m the one who’s trained so long to close that gate – all to keep Savlian safe and end his long vigil.”

“We can barely breathe and you’re making a wet mess of our mare’s mane,” complained Acadian. “Blow your nose and wipe your tears.”

I summoned a handkerchief and did so. “How can he be so boar-headed?”

“What would you expect from a man with the heart of a lion?” replied the paladin. “To send the woman he cares for into an Oblivion Gate by herself? Would you even want such a man? Did you not storm out on Jauffre so long ago for trying to send you into danger by yourself?”

“I know Savlian’s trying to protect me,” I blew my nose again, “and a big part of me adores him for it - even though I’m furious with him for not accepting my help. I guess I can understand his obligation to go in there himself. I mean, I know he feels responsible for the last attempt’s failure – even to the point of having nightmares. My reasons for wanting him safe are selfish, but what will happen to Kvatch if he dies closing the gate?”

“The same thing that will happen if he lives, Buffy. He has already done the heavy lifting of command.”

“What do you mean,” I asked, mystified.

“Ironically,” the paladin replied, “it is your recruiting efforts on his behalf that have given him the tools to build what is the envy of any commander: A force that can accomplish its mission with or without him. With such a unit, and blessed with a superb second in command, he is in the luxurious position of being able to apply his talents wherever he believes they will best facilitate success.”

“B-but I can’t just let him go in that gate without me.” Clinging to Superian once more, I quietly continued crying for a time.

“He fancies you, Milady.”

I recognized the voice of Lucilius Marcus and turned to look up at the Imperial. The twin moons above caught every craggy line on the old soldier’s face. I dried my tears and said, “Does he not recognize my qualifications to close that gate?”

“Dame Buffy,” Lucilius paused, as if searching for words, “the problem is not what he knows or doesn’t know. Despite his young age, our captain carries more scars of battle on his body and blood on his hands than any ten men should have to endure in a lifetime. One price exacted by his quick and violent career is that he knows little of love. He is no doubt trying to reconcile duty with the unfamiliar feelings you kindle within him.”

I stared up at Lucilius, trying to make sense of his words and somehow feeling a bit calmer. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Now, I’m going to go see what Weedum-Ja is feeding the off going watch team. Will you join me for a bite to eat? Might make you feel better.”

I shook my head. “I thank you, but no, Lucilius. I will stay here for a time and ponder your words.”

He gently replied, “Good night, Milady.” I watched his back as he headed into the encampment.

In response to an insistent nuzzle against my shoulder, I turned to stroke the long nose of my mare. I wanted to believe the words of Acadian and Lucilius. Both were noble warriors like Savlian and they surely understood him better than I. Pressing my face into Superian’s neck, I inhaled deeply of her comforting scent. I realized that Savlian wanted to shield me from danger and I had to confess I was thrilled at what that implied about his feelings toward me. I also knew that he had infinitely more responsibility and authority than I did. Indeed, his words were law here while mine were no more than water off the back of a mud crab.

But by Mara, as much as I loved his chivalrous intent, I was not about let him perish as long as there was breath in my body. I would fight for this man. I considered filling my quiver and waterskins, sneaking up to the gate and invisibly slipping inside. No, I quickly decided. I was not ready to betray his trust in me – not yet anyway. Rather, my first battle was to convince him that if he insisted on entering that gate, my place was at his side to make sure he came back.

After asking Superian and Acadian to wish me luck, I dispelled my handkerchief, summoned an aura to light the way around me and marched straight back to Savlian’s tent.

My determination turned to disappointment as I discovered Savlian was gone. I then froze as I glanced at his empty weapons rack. Would he. . . ? I dismissed the thought before it could fully form. Had he gone to close the gate he would have notified Lucilius. If that were the case, the sergeant would certainly not be headed to Weedum-Ja’s kitchen. No, Savlian was probably checking on his soldiers up at Camp Defiance or perhaps at the barricade. I knew such was his habit at all hours of the day or night.

Heaving a sigh, I then headed for the camp’s central well. After filling three buckets, I managed to lug them into what Ilend had instructed me was the bath tent for women. Heating the buckets of water with a fire spell, I then used one to help tend to the requirements of my waning period. I poured the second over my head then washed my hair and body. The final bucket was used to rinse off. After drying, dressing and dispelling my towel, I combed some conditioner through my hair while still pondering how to convince Savlian that my place was at his side.

When I finally I stepped from the tent, tired feet carried this distracted elf to the Mages Guild in search of sleep. My first day at Kvatch had indeed been a long one.

Once inside, I noted the main area was empty. I imagined Roliand was still up on the hill and that the rest of the mages were sleeping. Well, perhaps not Sigrid; the flap to our sleeping tent was tied open and the soft flicker of candlelight from within probably meant that she was still tending to her reports or schedules.

I noticed flowers laying on the alchemy table next to a flickering candle. A single yellow dragon’s tongue was nestled into a small bouquet of lady’s mantle. As I picked them up, I saw the folded piece of parchment beneath.

Buffy,

You draw feelings from me that my experience and training have ill-prepared me for. I ask your forgiveness for our differences and sharp words this evening. Duty requires that I spend most of this night up on the line. I will use the time to heavily consider your counsel, for I know that it is born of hard-earned experience. I would ask that you meet me in my tent at dawn that we may further discuss the matter.

Humbly yours, Savlian

What is it with all these stories and bathing at the mo?... ...

Not complaining mind... ...

Aaaamywho...Most excellent episode...

Loving it...*Applauds*...

Nice one!!... ...

You do a wonderful job of clarifying Savlian's motivations through Buffy's fairy godfather. Now we can understand him. Even if we do not like the idea of him sidelining out favorite mystic archer due to his macho pride. His very inability to respect Buffy as a competent agent, coupled with his inability face his fear of losing her, show that he is indeed not a perfect man, nor a perfect leader. The delightful irony here is that he expects Buffy to do exactly these same things that he cannot/will not. Again, this is not a criticism, rather it brings him to full, 3-dimensional life. Perfect boyfriends are boring, and I have never known a RL woman to have one.

no more than water off the back of a mud crab.
An excellent phrase!

Dragon's tongue and lady's mantle. What a clever combination that so perfectly suits our Buffster!

So it will be a showdown at dawn then? Pistols or swords I wonder?

“What would you expect from a man with the heart of a lion?” replied the paladin. “To send the woman he cares for into an Oblivion Gate by herself? Would you even want such a man?

How wonderful to hear from Acadian, and then from Lucilius. Neither of them tried to tell Buffy what to do, but they made sure she fully understood the problem.


No, I quickly decided. I was not ready to betray his trust in me – not yet anyway.

Not yet? Oh Buffy!! That was a coffee-spewing moment narrowly averted. I think one reason I love flawed heroes is that they somehow allow us to forgive imperfections in ourselves.


Buffy’s reasoning when she found Savlian’s tent empty showed that she has actually been paying attention. Her youth and tendency to storm off are working against her in this tricky situation, but more than that she seems to really want to understand her man. To me that’s a strong foundation. Much better than always agreeing.

I enjoyed Savlian’s bouquet. I imagine that not only do the yellow flowers look lovely together, but they can be combined to make a healing potion. And the note was just perfect.

Acadian, don't for one moment doubt that I am unhappy with the way you are portraying Savlian Matius in the BF. Quite the contrary, I am enjoying this depiction of a man I actually respect quite a lot. It's good to see him as a whole, warts and all, rather than as a cardboard hero-in-a-headband. His reaction to Buffy's idea of going into the Gate by herself, is very typical of a hardbitten soldier dealing with idealistic civilian youth. He knows combat and what it means to face it, he hasn't yet fully realized that Buffy has developed her own ways of facing the same dreadful foes he has faced.

He is wrestling with the thought of sending more men into the Gate at considerable risk. No self-respecting commander wants to squander his fighting force on something that seems so hopeless. It gets them nowhere if failure is a certainty. Which it has been, until Buffy returned with the tactics to fight daedra on their own turf.

Does his feelings get in the way? Of course, it does. He wouldn't be human if they didn't! And I doubt that they teach soldiers how to deal with the "softer" emotions in boot camp. In that area, it's every man for himself.

And good for Lucillus for trying to smooth things over between the two of them. It's good to see someone like him sticking up for both Buffy and Savlian.

WOO HOO !!! "Meet me in my tent at dawn...come alone..." WOO HOO !! Matias is on the move !!! Awesome Chapter !!

How can he be so boar-headed?
I’m sure there was a similar line said about Buffy in exasperation after she stormed out.

And Lucilius comes to smooth things over a bit for his captain. I’m glad his words help, though the note Savlian left is the best.

Glad Buffy isn’t going into the gate on her own. Savlian would be furious. Heck he might even have her arrested!

Episode 140 found Buffy seeking the familiar comfort of her mare and paladin. Lucilius also briefly sought her out. Buffy decided that Savlian had not heard the last from her, and marched back to his tent - only to discover that he was likely up on the defensive line checking his soldiers. After washing away a long day in the bath tent, she headed to her guild for the night. There she discovered a note from Savlian expressing his concern and asking to reengage on their disagreement in the morning.

McBadgere- Thank you. The bath tents at Kvatch’s encampment are modeled loosely after those I have relied on under similar field conditions. Buffy’s ability to heat the water is a huge plus for her.

SubRosa- Thank you for your patient understanding. I actually went flower hunting near Kvatch and ensured the combo that Savlian put together can be readily and locally found.

Grits- As ever, your kind words and insights warm my heart with encouragement. Gosh, I hope Buffy doesn’t decide to sneak into that gate. Hopefully, Savlian will begin to accept what the tiny elf is capable of.

Rider- Thank you for those kind words. I’ve become quite attached to the conflicted Savlian. Lucilius has fully grown into the role I envisioned for him so long ago, when Captain Caelia Draconis of Leyawiin assigned him to Kvatch believing he would make a good second in command for Savlian. She was right.

mALX- Thank you! One dawn meeting coming up. No interruptions this time, but no kiss either.

KC- Oh my goodness! To be a fly on the canvas inside Savlian’s tent after the angry little elf stormed out! During Buffy’s last visit, she bolted into the gate and Savlian snatched her right back out (Episode 52). He did indeed threaten to have her arrested back then.



The cook fires were cold and there was no movement nearby. So, it seemed that Weedum-Ja did occasionally sleep after all. Like many aspects of the camp, it seemed her hours were driven by the schedule of soldiers going on and off duty. Opening an uplifted hand, I banished enough of the predawn darkness around me to better see the watch schedule affixed to one of the poles supporting the large eating tent. The parchment confirmed the team on duty was in the middle of their shift so, not surprisingly, this was a quiet time for the kitchen. Nevertheless, the tables were appointed with baskets containing flatbread and apples to which I helped myself.

After making my way to the stable area, I exchanged magicka for a summoned elven dagger and sliced up a pair of apples that I shared with Superian. I then chased breakfast with the last of Falanu’s potions. When I had cleaned and changed the sea sponge earlier that morning in the bath tent, I was pleased to note that my flow had all but stopped.

I faced the unsaddled mare’s left side and stood very close. As I placed my hands on Superian for balance, I gave her warning. I then dipped my knees and launched myself up and forward to plant my belly onto her back with a rather unladylike grunt. After some wiggling and turning, I sat upright, straddling the mare. I chuckled as I thought of the buxom Sigrid trying to accomplish the same maneuver. Our jaunt was short and primarily to practice the skill of riding without saddle or bridle.

By the time we returned and enjoyed a quick grooming session, dawn was a pink promise on the horizon. After I tossed a kiss over one shoulder to Superian, my feet carried me to Savlian’s tent.

“I’m sorry I stormed out on you last night,” I offered, allowing the canvas flap to close behind me.

“And I’m sorry my dogmatic declarations pushed you to it. You’ve only just returned to me, and my fear for your safety now threatens to drive you away.”

“I may be skittish, but I’m not quite that easy to get rid of.” I looked up into his eyes and followed my light reply with a serious promise: “I will never run away from you again, Savlian Matius.”

“And I will do my level best to ensure that you never again want to.”

He held a chair for me, then pulled up the other one and sat close. I opened the negotiations. “I appreciate that you want to protect me and that you are in charge here, but can you not understand my desire to protect you as well?” I took one of his hands in both of mine. “I wish neither of us had to go into that gate.”

“Aye, but it is a danger I will not delegate. Not after the last failed attempt. Besides, you have convinced me that stealth is required to succeed, and I am the only forester-trained soldier on this mountain.”

I recalled Raminus Polus had insisted on reviewing the Kvatch commander’s Legion record before committing guild assistance. Savlian’s first tour of duty had indeed been as a forester. “I have come to accept that this is something you must do, Savlian. I’m grateful that you endorse my urging for stealth, and I have great respect for a forester’s ability to silently stalk lawbreakers or other threats across any terrain. But I have tools and knowledge you need to survive and succeed at the task ahead. I ask that you accept my help and take me with you.”

One eye twitched. “What my ears have heard of you, battles with what my eyes and heart see. You’re not a soldier, Buffy.” His face was gentle and did not display the commanding inflexibility it had the previous night.

“And you’re no scout-sniper, familiar with magic and the realms of Daedra Lords,” I gently countered. “But like you, I can take to a shadow. I’m also a good learner. Can you not teach me to serve at your side?”

“You’re still confident that this is a task best accomplished by a small team relying on stealth?”

I nodded. “The smaller the better – the purpose is to infiltrate to the sigil stone and remove it, not conquer the Deadlands and slaughter Daedra.”

“Given your knowledge about what awaits us inside that gate, I suspect it is you who will be teaching me.”

“D-does that mean. . . ?” My eyes opened wide.

“Yes.” He paused to give me a crooked smile. “I realize now that I must use every resource – even you - to help ensure success. As much as I trust Lucilius to retake the city if we don’t return, that cannot happen unless this next attempt on the Oblivion Gate succeeds. I humbly ask the assistance of your magic, bow and experience in the Deadlands. You vastly improve our chance for both success and survival.”

“Your survival is important, Savlian. As fine a leader as Lucilius is, you symbolically represent the hopes of Kvatch to many people.”

“I do realize that, Buffy. I also admit that part of my choice to enter the gate is selfish pride, or perhaps redemption. Someone else in my boots might even send you in alone to close the gate, but Akatosh be damned if I’ll let you go in there without the cover of my shield.”

If there were any doubts in my mind about why I was drawn to this man, his last words had just dispelled them. “I will protect you too, Savlian, and make sure that you come back to lead the assault on the city.”

“I fully intend for both of us to return successfully,” his hand squeezed mine, “and that means we must first train to infiltrate and fight together as a team.”

Remembering how practice had quickly improved my ability to fight alongside Mazoga and Alawen, I readily agreed. “How shall we proceed, my captain?”

“Buffy, do you recall our conversation about that cult of conjurers that I suspect are using Fort Agarctova to the south as a lair?”

“I do,” I replied, instantly grasping his intent. “They summon Daedra and could prove an excellent test of our ability to work and fight together.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “Inside an Oblivion Gate is not the place to develop our signals, tactics and teamwork. Those conjurers threaten travelers near Kvatch along the Gold Road and I’ve been meaning to dispatch a small raiding party to eliminate them. It might be the perfect task for you and I. Would you be amenable to clearing Fort Agarctova with me? Lucilius is eminently qualified to take charge here in my absence.”

“Yes, Savlian. I will fight by your side.” A thousand questions sprang to mind, but I settled for, “When do we leave?”

“I must speak with Lucilius first. There is much to coordinate for my absence.” He looked at me, concern in his eyes. “Do you know how to use a shield, sword or even a short blade?”

I grimaced. “Well, no.”

“I understand most Daedra are vulnerable to shock. Can you cast powerful lightning bolts?”

Shaking my head, I replied, “I deal damage with my bow, and one of its several enchantments is indeed shock. I’m a mystic archer, specialized in illusion and restoration. My spells can confuse the minds of foes, causing them to fall down or even attack each other. If I can lay hands on my target, I can share – or even take away – life itself. Do you know any spells?”

“I do not.”

“Can you use a bow?” I asked.

“Reasonably, out to medium range. I suspect I’ll be better at providing a safe haven of steel from behind which you can shoot.”

Our banter and professional probing continued out of the tent and all the way up to the defensive perimeter in front of the besieged city.

“Lucilius!” Savlian’s voice rose above the thundering sky and roar of flames that licked the sides and top of the Oblivion Gate.

Opening an uplifted hand, I banished enough of the predawn darkness around me
This sounds so much better then just saying she cast a light sell!

I exchanged magicka for a summoned elven dagger
And there you go again!

I opened the negotiations.
This was also an excellent way of phrasing it.

that cult of conjurers that I suspect are using Fort Agarctova to the south as a lair?
I have been waiting for that shoe to drop ever since Buffy first heard that tonge-twisting name! My expectation since the last episode is that Savlian and the Buffster will use it as a trial run, to test their teamwork and get to know one another's abilities. I will read on and see if I am correct.

It is so nice to be right! One justice sandwich coming up for those conjurers. Hopefully Savlian can live up to the expectations that working with Sir Mazoga must have instilled in Buffy. For that is the last melee fighter that I can recall Buffy working with. If not the only one.

Funny thing is, just like that almost kiss, we will be seeing the same thing soon in the TF. I hope that does not mean Teresa will have to go through an Oblivion gate someday!

A wonderful chapter from start to finish - and Buffy's "Screenshot of the Month" is very Xmas-y !! Awesome Chapter !!

I chuckled as I thought of the buxom Sigrid trying to accomplish the same maneuver.
Oh my. I imagine that Sigrid would have as much luck vaulting onto a horse as she would looking down and seeing her toes. How fun to get a glimpse of Buffy pushing herself to improve her skills.

By the time we returned and enjoyed a quick grooming session, dawn was a pink promise on the horizon. After I tossed a kiss over one shoulder to Superian, my feet carried me to Savlian’s tent.
This is one of those signature passages that charms, informs, and evokes a mood in so very few words. Outstanding! I am in awe and delight.

“I may be skittish, but I’m not quite that easy to get rid of.” I looked up into his eyes and followed my light reply with a serious promise: “I will never run away from you again, Savlian Matius.”
That is a very serious promise, and Savlian’s reply showed that he was up for the occasion. Their gentle reconciliation was just wonderful, as was the respectful negotiation that followed. What a relief that there should be no need for sneaking into the gate or arresting anyone for their own protection.

“I do realize that, Buffy. I also admit that part of my choice to enter the gate is selfish pride, or perhaps redemption. Someone else in my boots might even send you in alone to close the gate, but Akatosh be damned if I’ll let you go in there without the cover of my shield.”
Savlian expressed himself beautifully throughout, but this part really stands out to me as being as important as Buffy’s promise.

I’m looking forward to seeing them in action in Fort Agarctova!

Wow. Savlian is really in touch with his feelings. Maybe Julian's Captain can take a lesson or two from him?

As I see it, that is exactly what happens!

So glad to see the two come to an agreement. I have a feeling that after that A-fort they will be working together flawlessly as a team!

I may need to refine my earlier pronouncement. Without training together, the two would be more danger to each other than help. The Mazoga example does show the way, but these two need their feelings for each other held in check, which could be a lot more difficult than one workout against a few conjurers can achieve. Still, plenty of writing opportunity to get them there!

Ooooh, there's a story... ...

Aaamywho...Loving it...

Brilliant writing...

Looking forward to the fight at the fort... ...

Brilliant...

Nice one... ...

Weedum-Ja sounds like the most important of fixture Salvian’s camp!

One eye twitched. “What my ears have heard of you, battles with what my eyes and heart see. You’re not a soldier, Buffy.”
I can’t argue against that statement without seeing what she can do. What can a little blonde wood elf do against an armored dremora? Wait till he sees her shoot.

“When do we leave?”
Yes, when?

“Lucilius!”
The beginning of the end of the foul gate to Oblivion.

Loved this chapter!

And all caught up. ^.^

Took a couple of tries to really get into Buffy but it's paid off quite well.

Love the life you've given to the survivors of Kvatch and the world around them. Should be interesting to see Buff and Salvian work through the rogue mages. One almost might feel sorry for them, maybe, kinda. Not really.

During Episode 141, Buffy and Savlian managed to calmly discuss their concerns. They agreed to close the gate together, but only after some training to forge their ability to work and fight as a team. Savlian suggested that clearing nearby Fort Agarctova of the conjurers that threatened the Kvatch area could accomplish that goal. The pair then sought out Lucilius Marcus to start coordinating for the temporary absence their training expedition would require.

SubRosa- So glad to hear that our spellcasting descriptions are working. I’m trying to achieve a balance between mystical creativity and actual clarity of what effect is being cast. I have learned much from others here, including you, at how to get a little better at that. Yes, Buffy’s only experience working alongside a melee fighter was Mazoga – that gives poor Savlian a massive pair of boots to try and fill.

mALX- Thank you for those kind words. I’m so pleased you like our screenie of the month feature!

Grits- Sigrid’s attributes do indeed intimidate the baby-breasted Bosmer, and a little bit of compensatory smugness squeaked into her thoughts as the short elf vaulted up to mount her long-legged bare back mare. Thank you for drawing out the mutual respect, affection and even beginnings of commitment between Savlian and Buffy that I hoped would peek through in this past episode.

Rider- Thank you for picking up on the significance that Savlian seems fairly willing to open up some to Buffy. I think it’s a combination of (1) how lonely a position being in command actually is, (2) that Buffy is not Legion and has a nurturing nature, and (3) that Savlian is indeed passionate. Buffy was struck that passion the moment she met him – I know I was certainly moved by his intro speech in the game. Julian and Captain Steffan are both strong heroes of the Blades; I don’t envy the challenges of who’s gonna blink or loosen their armor first.

ghastley- I agree that the teamwork Savlian and Buffy can forge at Fort Agarctova will be important to their survival. In their own way, both are skilled, lethal and disciplined at their craft. Like you, I look forward to seeing how they function together and how their feelings come into play.

McBadgere- On the bath tents, Buffy does feel spoiled; after all, she can summon towels and heat her own water. I’m glad you’re looking forward to Fort Agarctova. It’s a pure invention for Buffy Fiction and will even contain a couple mysteries of its own.

KC- Weedum-Ja, being the source of chow, is indeed supremely important to the camp. Even though we don’t actually have any speaking parts for her planned, her influence will continue to be felt. When Buffy’s head swirls with a hundred thoughts, very often she defaults to one of the lamer choices, like ‘When do we leave?’ from this last episode. I mention that because her mind will swirl like that again in this next episode and, once again, she will end up blurting a rather bland response that does not really reflect the turmoil in her heart. Thank you!

liliandra nadiar- I’m grateful for the significant reading it took to catch up with us! And I see you did it the hard way, rather than via our ‘Executive Summary’. I’m also glad we were able to convince you over the course of her journal that there is more depth and facets to Buffy than her name might suggest. I thank you for the kind words and hope we can continue to earn your readership as we post a new episode each Friday. Now. . . we just need to get you back to updating Myrin, the magical red-headed Dunmer!



Lucilius Marcus terminated his conversation with the watch team leader on duty and strode directly to us. After a curt nod and “Milady” to me, he planted a fist to the black wolf on his chest. “Yes sir.”

Savlian returned the greeting in kind. “Buffy and I are going to close this gate together, but we need to precede the task with some training.”

Lucilius diverted his glance from Savlian to me for only a moment, but a smile played at one corner of his mouth before he spoke, “I know you will succeed. What type of training do you have in mind and what are your orders?”

“We’ll make preparations today,” Savlian replied, “then leave at dawn tomorrow to head south and clear Fort Agarctova of conjurers and their Daedra.” Placing a hand on Lucilius’ shoulder, he added, “It may take us a few days, but I know things here will be in good hands.”

“Thanks for your confidence, sir. I won’t let you down, nor will our watch teams. As far as how long it takes the two of you to get ready, Oblivia can wait. She’s been open a long time and a few more days won’t matter. It’s important that you both sort out how to complement and compensate for each other. I know you’ll be anxious to return though, so may I recommend you travel by horse? Raxle will serve you admirably and he gets on well with Dame Buffy’s mare.”

“I’ll take you up on the loan of Raxle,” said Savlian. “It’s an excellent idea. I ask you to think about any details of running the defense of Kvatch in my absence that we need to discuss, then report to my tent this evening.”

“I’ll have a list by then. May I tell the soldiers that their captain plans to close Oblivia soon? You know that will cause morale to soar.”

“We can’t keep the preparations a secret,” replied Savlian, “nor should we. Tell them, but I’ll trust you and the team leaders to avoid celebration until we get the damn thing closed. Return to your duties.”

Lucilius flashed a broad smile that encompassed both Savlian and I. “Yes sir. Good day, Milady.”

After the two men touched fists to wolves again, I took Savlian’s offered arm and we began the downhill trek together.

“Have you ridden much?” I offered.

“A fair amount. As a young lad I worked for Bolden’s mother at High Country Stables. Mostly pitching hay and mucking stalls for her gentle giants, but sometimes she’d let me ride them. Finest heavy horses in all Cyrodiil. Only Belle survived the Daedra invasion. Bolden uses her to pull the camp’s wagon. She’s a sweet mare, but quite the runt among her breed.”

“I know the feeling,” I replied as I looked up at the Imperial. “Well, Raxle’s an old gentleman. He and Superian met when Lucilius and I left Leyawiin together. The old warhorse is very tolerant of my curious young mare and the two do indeed get on well.”

“I’ve seen this beautiful horse of yours. I look forward to properly meeting her in the morning and hope she takes to me as well as she did to Raxle.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll see the same qualities in you that I do.” I tried to keep any nervousness out of my voice as I realized how very much I relied on Superian’s judgment.

Soon, the Oblivion-marred sky fell behind us. Ahead was a beautiful morning so clear that we could see the emerald forests beyond the Strid River. “Savlian, have you ever been to Valenwood?”

“Only briefly,” he replied, “in pursuit of marauders.”

“Someday, I want to go there,” I said. “I’ve never been, but it’s where my mother was born.”

“Then I shall take you there when time and circumstances allow. Where is your mother now?”

“She died when I was twelve.”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. And your father?”

“He never returned from a vampire hunting expedition. That was before I can even remember. Savlian,” I continued, “Mother chose a human as her mate. Like all half-breeds, my race is that of my mother. The influence exerted by Father is more subtle. He gifted me with a Breton’s mystical affinity and resistance to harmful spells. On the other hand, his seed denied me a Bosmer’s abilities to ward off disease and control animals.”

Savlian’s glanced above my head toward the upper ear of Slayer. “Perhaps that heritage explains the bow on your back and magic in your hands. You grew up alone from twelve years old?”

“My family was the city of Bravil after Mother died and now it is the guild of mages. What of you? Did you lose family the night of the Daedra attack? Parents, brothers, sisters . . . or perhaps a mate and children of your own?”

Savlian returned the salutes of two soldiers making their way up the hill as he cheerfully greeted them. After they passed, his face clouded before continuing, “I was an only child. My father gave his life to the Legion years ago. Mother worked in the kitchen of Castle Kvatch, but never really recovered from losing Father. Within a year of his death, I turned sixteen, joined the Legion and left for my initial training. In retrospect, that was too much for Mother to bear. She died while I was patrolling the West Weald as a forester. It was then several years of blood, steel and ice with a heavy line unit up on the Skyrim border, before I returned to Kvatch.”

“I’m sorry, Savlian. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Of course you should’ve,” he replied. “Family helps shape who we are. As far as a wife, the answer is no.” Savlian almost spat the next words through clenched teeth. “What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”

I felt as if pierced by an arrow. Possible responses and confused thoughts wildly swirled through my mind. Be careful what you wish for, Buffy. Will the very things that draw you to this man break your heart? Perhaps you should bolt for Superian and have her carry you far from this place. What are you getting yourself into?

Yet. . . it was clear that the lesson wrought by his mother’s death caused him great anguish – perhaps enough to evolve his priorities? I did not believe Savlian would abandon me for the Legion. In fact, his choice to not only enter the gate but to do so with me at his side screamed exactly the opposite. Was Sigrid right? Could this small elf be the one to penetrate his armor? As the smoky warming fires and tents of the encampment came into view, I settled upon dodging the question – for now. “Are you hungry?”

“Aye, the sun is nigh overhead.”

The soup was made with potatoes and carrots from our own fields, flavored by local herbs and richened by milk from the camp’s goats. There was plenty of fresh bread and pitchers of cool, clear Kvatch spring water. Cheese and pears from Anvil rounded out our meal. We saw Bolden while eating and advised him of our plans to take the horses the following morning. Weedum-Ja offered to prepare us some traveling provisions.

The day became very busy, and our conversation did not return to matters of the heart. Rather, it primarily focused on the tactics and signals we would need to work and fight together. We each used the bath tents and, when Savlian emerged in simple linen attire, I helped him carry his armor to the camp’s smith for repair.

“I’ll have this ready by the time you two get back from your expedition.” Batul gra-Shaob sized me up with a tailor’s eye while speaking to Savlian. “How ‘bout fixing things in the field? Do either of you need a repair hammer?”

I answered, “I only use a hammer on my scale or mail cuirasses, not on my bow of course. And I carry needle and thread to repair any damage to my buckskins.” I looked up at Savlian. “If we need a repair hammer, I recently learned how to summon one for us.”

“Damn mages,” said Batul as she curled her lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile. “Well, I won’t complain about the loss of business – I got more here than I can handle. When I trained as a smith, I never figured I’d have to learn how to sew. Yet here I am, mending tents and surcoats.” She glanced at a cured deer hide on one end of her sturdy work table. “Now, all the orphans want buckskin boots like Buffy. Don’t know when I’ll get to that.” The orc heaved an exaggerated sigh but her dark eyes were dancing. “And I’ll be stuffed by an ogre if I’m not a makeshift jeweler as well. Several of those enchanted rings Lucilius has been issuing need to be resized.” She rubbed one of her yellow tusks with a thick finger. “Oh well, good luck to both of you with the conjurer hunting. I hope you get ‘em all.”

Once outside Batul’s tent, I noted the sun was closer to Anvil than Skingrad. “I should go report to Sigrid and tell her of our plans. I also need to use the guild’s equipment to make some additional poisons this afternoon.”

“How about potions?”

“I’m afraid my alchemical passion has always been for poisoning arrows. I tend to rely on spells rather than potions for positive effects. In fact, I only carry a few of them for times when I cannot cast spells – either due to injury or having my magic cursed. Not surprisingly, Sigrid and Pelena can craft stronger potions than I. I’ll ask one of them to provide me with some healing and dispel elixirs that are more powerful than I can craft. Then we’ll be well stocked.”

Savlian nodded. “I need to go through that chest in my tent to dig out some old forester gear.” He chuckled. “I think I have a quiver of arrows in there as well, and perhaps I can remember how to string my old Legion bow.”

“That’s one thing that I can help you with.”

“May I call on you just before sunset? Perhaps we can break bread together again under the camp’s dining tent?”

“Please do, Savlian.” My fingers reached up to linger on his cheek for a moment. I then turned for my guild.

Matias's choice of the word "chest" right after Sigrid's mention may have been incidental, but...sorry, I was rolling at what he said. (Where is Foxy when you need him, lol).


Really nice quiet chapter!! Lucilius had a great point, the gate has been opened in Kvatch all this time so a few more days won't make that much difference. It explains the lack of (feel of urgency) about these chapters as well.

I'm also reminded of Buffy's visit to that Gottlesfont Priory where they proved to her that the chapel would be safe from the Daedra - I wondered at the time if that lesson would have some significance in Kvatch in BF - guess I'll find out soon !!!

Great Write !!!

I'm curious as to what tactics the two are going to work out between them now, if Savlian's digging out a bow to use. I had expected he'd armor up to play tank, not become another sniper.

Doesn't Batul have an apprentice now? But then again, you can't teach what you haven't done yourself, so she'd have to get into sewing leather anyway, even if she lets her apprentice do most of it.

Now. . . we just need to get you back to updating Myrin, the magical red-headed Dunmer!

Heh, Skyrim's finally loosing the 'Ohh... shiney' effect on me, I've been doing some writing on the next chapter and getting close to the point of another post. Just need to get through Myrin's first real combat event.

It was good to get further details of both Matias' and Buffy's history, managed to get the information without coming across as a data-dump.

Poor Batul, working as the sole supplier of gear and pretties for Camp Kvatch and her defenders.

Be careful Buffy. You can't change what Savlian is into something he isn't. But I see in these words some wisdom - that a man can change himself! There's a difference there, and I like to believe Buffy is wise enough to see it.

Of course, when in doubt, feed the stomach! Or should I say feed the Paladin?

“I’ll take you up on the loan of Raxle,”
How did Daenlin's horse get all the way to Kvatch?

After the two men touched fists to wolves again
Another wonderful phrase.

“What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”
One who does not know what she is getting into? Or is blinded by love? In any case, methinks that someone is fishing for an answer here...

In any case, we had a nice little discussion as the two actually got to know one another, and start building a real relationship. Hopefully they will have opportunities for more of this!

as she curled her lip into what Mazoga had taught me was an orcish smile.
This was a good piece of world-building.

“We can’t keep the preparations a secret,” replied Savlian, “nor should we. Tell them, but I’ll trust you and the team leaders to avoid celebration until we get the damn thing closed. Return to your duties.”

Lucilius flashed a broad smile that encompassed both Savlian and I. “Yes sir. Good day, Milady.”
I love this exchange. It’s a demonstration of how well Savlian and Lucilius complement each other.

Finest heavy horses in all Cyrodiil. Only Belle survived the Daedra invasion.
How sad, and a reminder of how much has already been lost.

It was wonderful to see Buffy and Savlian get so much history from each other in such a natural way. Savlian also got some important information about Buffy’s magical abilities, useful for their tactical planning.

Savlian almost spat the next words through clenched teeth. “What woman could want a man who abandoned his own mother to the call of the Legion? A man who lives and will likely die by the sword?”
It was good to see Savlian spit out his own insecurity. Now Buffy can deal with it, and maybe make some decisions. I was encouraged by her thought:

Yet. . . it was clear that the lesson wrought by his mother’s death caused him great anguish – perhaps enough to evolve his priorities? I did not believe Savlian would abandon me for the Legion.
She’s considering whether or not he has learned and grown from his past decisions. I don’t see any trace of the dreaded “My love will change him,” it seems more about how he has already changed.

As the smoky warming fires and tents of the encampment came into view, I settled upon dodging the question – for now. “Are you hungry?”
And a very graceful dodge it was. No answer here was far better than an uncertain one. I like that they are both thinking, “Am I the one,” not so much “Is he/she the one.” Fresh bread and creamy root vegetable soup, thank you very much!!


I’m also curious about Savlian’s plans with his bow and forester gear. I’m guessing that it will be sturdier than Buffy’s buckskins, and quieter than Kvatch-issue mail. I’m pretty excited to see what two archers can do, and how they will work together.

A dinner date to anticipate, a mystery fort, and a trip to Valenwood some day!! But first Savlian has to dig through his chest, and Buffy needs to dig through Sigrid’s. For potions.

Brilliant write...*Applauds*...

Most excellent...

Nice one... ...

Ooooh, this raised an eyebrow...



Doesn't mean he's dead and gone though does it?...

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Being absent for so long is a double-edged sword. On the one hand I feel terrible for going so long without my 'Buffy-fix.' On the other hand now I've got several chapters to savor and read all at once. I'll be back when I've done so.

Hello Acadian!

Even though I have quite a fair amount to catch up on (I've only been reading this thread so far), You're story telling technique is inspiring. You can really see through your words the bond between you and Buffy.
I was also thrilled that 'Buffy' is, well, Buffy. My character is called Tara Willow (or just Tara). It's amazing how much inspiration can come from something completley unrelated to TES, assuming of course that the name 'Buffy' was inspired by a certain vampire slayer haha

Enough of my rambling, to the chapter at hand!

This piece is very moving. I love how simply yet beautifully Buffy and Savilous open up to each other, and it was interesting to learn some information about Buffy that i didn't know prior this chapter. I can't wait to read older threads to learn more of their relationship

Great chapter!

P.S if you hadn't already guessed, I'm a newbie

I’m happy the two of them are going into the gate together. This will be fun, Buffy working with another to close that gate.

Clearing conjurers would probably be the best way to get a look at some daedra and learn how to kill them.

Perhaps that heritage explains the bow on your back and magic in your hands.

I really liked that line. She’s adopted talents given to her from both parents.

Meeting the blacksmith was fun! She’s got her hands full! She’ll be a master before this is done. There are a lot of orcish women in Skyrim that have taken up blacksmithing as well so that made that part even more fun.

*Smile* Keep writing, I want to see how this pans out!

In Episode 142, Savlian informed his second in command, Lucilius Marcus, that he and Buffy would leave the following morning for a training expedition that would prepare them to close the Oblivion Gate together. As the captain and the elf shared some of their family histories, Savlian stunned Buffy with his dark self-assessment that he would be an unsuitable mate for any woman. After spending much of the day together organizing and planning, the two parted ways to pursue some individual preparations. Buffy welcomed Savlian’s request to call on her later that they might share a sunset meal under Weedum-Ja’s tent.

maLX- Thank you for mentioning some of the measures we have tried to take to (partially) address the impact of that gate being open so long. Some elves just can’t be rushed. Lol.

ghastley- Heh, I’m curious as well about the tactics our odd couple will develop together.

liliandra nadiar- Good to hear that another Myrin episode is on the way! Thank you for the kind words. It was fun reviewing some of Buffy’s history and providing more of Savlian’s.

Rider- As you can see, Savlian has probably long simmered with some internal doubts and conflicts about the choices he has made. I expect it is Buffy’s presence that is bringing them to a rolling boil.

SubRosa- Buffy’s been infatuated by her image of Savlian for a long time, but you are right that it takes time spent together to build a real relationship. As you can imagine, I am hoping their training expedition serves more than its stated purpose. These two may be masters with their primary weapons, but it seems both are novices in matters of the heart. That they are forced to use dungeons and Deadlands as their dance floor only makes things harder. On the other hand, things forged under fire often proves to be stronger and more durable.

Grits- Thank you so much for your endorsement of Lucilius. I have grown terribly fond of him and what he quietly enables Buffy and Savlian to do. I was proud of our bowgirl here. Despite her inexperience and concerns, the skittish elf did not run away from him. Nor did she try to convince herself that she could reconstruct him to her will. Finally, I agree that her decision to dodge his question was a wise one. For now, she will settle for the fact that Savlian seems to at least recognize the potential problem. Buffy is not a low maintenance elf though, so I suspect the subject is not closed.

McBadgere- Thank you! Although the disappearance of Buffy’s father does include some mystery, I suspect he is dead. Given the length of her saga, I am grateful for the excuse to sometimes review obscure bits of Buffy lore. Upon learning during Azura’s quest that she was a Slayer, and again when discussing paternity with her friend Alawen during the Tournament of Archers, Buffy expressed that a quest to learn the fate of her father does not interest her. Nevertheless, she may well inadvertently learn more of his history in the distant future.

Destri- Welcome back! I hope you will find our comfortable once a week posting schedule will aid you in rejoining us!

Tabrasa- A very warm welcome to you! Thanks for joining us and your kind words of encouragement. I am so enjoying learning of Tara and Willow in your new story! If you find yourself short of time to catch up on back episodes, this may be of help: Buffy – The Executive Summary Thread.

You asked about the origin of the small elf’s name. There are several influences and forces at work, so please bear with me for a moment:
1. Alliteration. Buffy the blond Bravilian butterfly-dragon big-eared baby-breasted Bosmeri bowgirl. We much preferred the sound of Buffy to, say, Bambi or Barbie.
2. As a child, her parents had difficulty keeping clothes on her. She was always running around 'in the buff', as it were. Water seemed to make matters worse. In fact she was nearly thirteen before the red-face protests of her archery master, Daenlin, finally convinced her to be more discrete and not drop her clothes to go swimming in every stream they encountered while hunting. To this day, she pleads guilty to the refrain, 'Tequila Water makes her clothes fall off' - particularly near any waterfall.
3. At the precise moment of sunrise that marked her birth, Buffy was touched by Azura's hand of fate as a Child of Dawn. Although she does not embrace the role, she is indeed one of few women with special abilities to help kill vampires. She is a Slayer, and her bow is so named. The influence of another Buffy with a vampire problem is inescapable.
4. In naming her Buffy, I felt it would be rather tongue-in-cheek and prevent me from taking her too seriously. In that regard. . . I fear I have failed miserably.

KC- Thank you. Using a duo to close the gate at Kvatch is certainly a path less traveled, and I hope you will enjoy their preparations and attempt. I do feel as if Buffy has gradually evolved to fully reflect her mixed heritage. I had fun writing Batul (as I do with any orc) and am glad you enjoyed her! I’m so looking forward to seeing some moving pictures of Aravi in her new northern homeland!

Zalphon- Keep writing? With the wonderful encouragement of writers such as yourself, I certainly will!



“Now you know how we eat when your bow is not supplying us with venison.”

“That buck certainly didn’t last long,” I replied. As Savlian lifted the flap to his tent, we slipped inside. I lit his oil lamp with a fingertip then stowed Slayer and my quiver in the weapons rack. “Weedum-Ja can make potato soup and bread seem like a treat though.”

Savlian racked his sword and shield. After holding a chair for me, he pulled the other one close and straddled it. “Her Wolf’s Head Tavern was as fine as any in Cyrodiil before the invasion. Speaking of cooking, did you make the poisons you wanted to this afternoon?”

“Yes, the guild tent has a fine set of alchemy equipment thanks to the kindness of our Anvil chapter.” I pointed to an unstrung staff in the weapons rack. “I see you found your old bow?”

He grinned. “I did, but my old hemp bowstring was so old that it snapped when I tried to fit it.”

I smiled. “I can help you there. In the morning, I’ll string it with silk for you. It’ll be harder on your fingers, but stronger and does not stretch – even when wet.”

“I’ll likely need some practice shooting as well. Hopefully, we can return from our expedition with some fresh venison for Weedum-Ja.”

“This talk of hunting reminds me,” I said, “what kind of Daedra are coming from the gate now besides the scamp I saw yesterday?”

“Flame atronachs,” replied Savlian, “and clannfears of course.”

I gulped. “Of course. I guess we can expect the conjurers at Fort Agarctova to summon all those. The texts I’ve read on Daedra describe many more varieties. I’ve tried to memorize what I know about each in case we encounter them.”

“Those damn conjurers are also potent spellcasters,” said Savlian. “Thankfully we won’t have to contend with mages inside the Oblivion Gate.” He then smiled and added, “Well, except for you.”

“I’m afraid we likely will, Savlian. If Mehrunes Dagon’s Deadlands are similar to Peryite’s Pits – and I believe they are – we should expect to encounter Dremora inside the gate.”

“Dremora?” A finger reached up and slipped under the black band to scratch his head.

“They’re humanoid in form,” I said, “intelligent and capable of speech. I suspect they help to control the Daedra somewhat like the conjurers do. Some of them are warriors, distinguishable by their heavy armor, but there are also Dremora mages who wear black robes.”

“Just great,” Savlian remarked grimly. “I guess clearing a conjurer lair will be better training than I had imagined.”

Our conversation turned more to specific tactics and discussing ways of safely working together. I had ample opportunity to share more of what I had learned about Daedra hunting.

“Frankly, I’m stunned,” said Savlian. “How do you survive? Given how. . . fragile you are and that you don’t use a blade. What do you do if cornered?”

“Well,” I replied, “between my detect life rings, bow and casting illusions, I can usually avoid surprises. But if caught off guard up close, I do have a couple panic responses that have saved me on several occasions.”

“Such as?”

I rose to my feet. Savlian did as well. I looked at him mischievously while spiking a fist into the air. As I disappeared and stepped back, fleshless bones began to emerge and assemble from the mist of my spell.

Rather than respond with surprise, Savlian moved with astonishing quickness and decisively disarmed my distraction of its axe.

From the opposite corner of the tent – next to the weapons rack - a lavender swirl of dispelling magic descended over me as I reappeared and my summon evaporated. “While invisible and my foe is distracted, I can escape or reposition to plan an attack.”

Savlian faced me then smiled. “You’re like no mage I’ve ever seen.”

I shrugged. “I’m the only mystic archer I know of. Usually, that just gets me teased, but I’m still alive.”

He took both my hands in his. “No one is going to tease you on my watch.” His face then turned quite serious. “Buffy, I need to close that gate because I’m a soldier and this city is my responsibility. But you. . . I’m still overwhelmed that you’re willing to risk your life for Kvatch.”

I blinked. You beautiful stupid man, I thought. You still don’t realize why I’m here, do you? “I won’t do it for Kvatch,” I said as I looked up into his eyes, “but I’ll do it for you, Savlian Matius.”

He crushed me to him and our lips met. As I returned his kiss, I melted willingly into his tight embrace. A hand slid up my back, between blouse and hair, then trailed over my neck before cupping the side of my face. I felt intoxicated as my head began to swirl. Both knees went limp but, as tightly as his other arm held me, I couldn’t have fallen if I tried.

His lips broke from mine to travel across my cheek. As he began to kiss one ear, tingling sensations rippled right down my spine. I heard a loud sigh escape my mouth. The sound of my pent up yearning, which had suddenly been set aflame, sobered me instantly and my mind exploded with concern. Savlian was human, not a wood elf; what must he think of a moaning forest creature? Then I remembered the thin fabric walls that surrounded us! This man was not only an officer of the Legion, but bore full command of the entire County Kvatch. Would passersby think less of him if they heard such primal noises coming from his tent? I felt myself tense up and gently tried to push him away.

Releasing his embrace, he moved both hands to my shoulders, allowing the half pace between us that I sought. I read concern in his eyes, but did I also see confusion? Disappointment? Hurt? “Buffy, what’s the mat-“

“Captain?”

In response to the familiar voice from outside the tent, Savlian lowered his hands and hoarsely said, “Enter.”

Lucilius Marcus did so. “Good evening, Milady.” His slightly reddened face made it rather clear that the noise of my passion had indeed carried beyond the thin canvas. He shifted his awkward gaze to Savlian. “Sir, you wanted to talk about arrangements during your absence?”

I spent the next hour quietly seated on the chest in the corner, while both men poured over watch schedules and other things that were no doubt important – to them. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sensations that Savlian had awakened within me. How long had I been waiting and hoping for him to kiss me? And I responded by groaning like a doe in heat? Then pushing him away in embarrassment? As I continued to pout in the corner, I couldn’t blame Savlian if he never kissed me again. After all, what man would want an elf that proclaims her passions to the whole encampment? I realized that I was blinking back tears and paying no attention to what the two Imperials were discussing.

When I stood, both men took notice and rose to their feet. “Tomorrow will be a busy day,” I said as I shouldered Slayer and my quiver. “I’m going to return to the guild for some sleep.”

“Good night, Milady.” Lucilius returned to his chair and discretely focused his attention on parchments that filled the table.

Savlian lifted the tent flap for me and we stepped out into the cool night.

He took one of my hands. “I hesitate to let you out of my sight.”

“Why is that?” I asked hopefully.

“Will you promise not to sabotage our plans by trying to slip into the Oblivion Gate without me tonight?”

“What would make you think such thoughts were in my head?”

“Other than the fact that you charged in there the last time you were here? Or that Sigrid tells me you’re an accomplished illusionist who can no doubt bypass my policy that no one enter the gate except on my orders?”

My eyes drifted down to the toe of a buckskin boot as it stirred the dirt.

Savlian continued, “Because the same thought has occurred to me, Buffy. Armed with the knowledge you have shared about the Deadlands, I was tempted to close that gate tonight while you safely sleep.”

My hand that Savlian wasn’t holding found its way to one hip and I lifted my chin defiantly. “If you die inside that gate without me, I’ll hate you forever! Promise me you won’t do that!”

“A mutual pact then?” Savlian smiled calmly into the face of my anger as he lifted an eyebrow.

“I promise,” I said. “I know our best chance to succeed and both survive is with our current plan to train together then close the gate as a team.”

“I’m glad we agree,” replied Savlian. “Let us sleep at ease then, and meet by the horses at dawn.”

I nodded, then reached up and nervously kissed him. We were interrupted by the greeting from a pair of passing soldiers before I could really assess his response. “Good night, Savlian.” I reluctantly turned and headed for the guild.

After a short trek across the encampment, I let the blue and white striped flap close behind me and dispelled the light aura that had illuminated my way.

“Good evening, Buffy.” Pelena lifted her eyes and paused her hands from organizing ingredients and cleaning alchemy equipment. She was the only mage still up.

“And to you as well,” I replied while unstringing Slayer. “Thank you again for the strong healing and dispelling potions you provided me with earlier today.” I placed my bow, quiver and pack on the battlemages’ arming table. “Do you need some help?”

“I’d love some, and the company would be most welcome. Gladius is on duty again.”

I joined the Breton in alchemical small talk while lending my hands to her tasks. Finally, she looked at me awkwardly and said, “Buffy, I’m sorry I was not very welcoming when you first arrived here. I should know better than to be jealous. I realize Gladius loves me – he’s a noble man and full of honor.”

I smiled. “He is indeed.”

“Besides, I’ve seen the way you look at Savlian Matius. I know your heart belongs to him.”

“Does it show that much?” I asked.

She nodded, then hesitantly continued. “And it’s more than that. Buffy, after I left the bath tent this evening, I happened to pass near Savlian’s tent. . . .”

My eyes opened wide and my hand stilled the cloth I was using to clean an alembric. I could feel the warm flush from below my neckline as it rose toward the tips of my troublesome ears. “Did you, um . . . ?”

She nodded again, then quickly added, “I don’t think anyone else heard you except maybe Lucilius. He was approaching Savlian’s tent at the time.”

My eyes swept the ground. “Savlian probably hates me now, knowing that I groan like a wounded forest creature when he kisses me. No wonder I’ve heard Imperials say they’d rather sleep with their horse than a wood elf.” I sighed. “Pelena, I just couldn’t help it. The stirrings he awakens within me, they-”

“They’re not forest creature noises, Buffy,” interrupted Pelena. “I’m not a wood elf of course, but Gladius calls me his little moaner.”

I stared at her, torn between surprise and relief. “But you don’t. . . I mean, I haven’t heard anything from your tent.”

She smiled. “Wait here.” After but a few moments in her sleeping tent, she emerged with a potion bottle in one hand. “This will help. Take a sip.”

I did so. “I don’t fee-“ My words were barely an audible whisper! I tried to raise my voice to no avail. Even trying to yell generated only the softest chirps and squeaks as Pelena watched in grinning amusement.

“Father marketed it to keep children quiet, but I know that many. . . enthusiastic women use it the same way I do. Just a sip can last all night – if you’re lucky enough to require that. The effect can be easily dispelled, however. Do you need some more potions for that?”

In a tiny squeak I told her I didn’t, then lifted one fist. Opening my fingers, I spilled pale lavender dispelling magic that slowly spiraled around me as it sought the ground. “Pelena?” I was relieved that my voice was back to normal.

“That bottle is almost full and I want you to have it. I can make more.” She briefly put quill to parchment, blew the ink dry and handed me a note. “Here’s the recipe. It’s not well known, but any skilled potion maker can craft it.”

I hugged my guild sister and new friend, relieved to know that I was not the only ‘moaner’.

Episode Two: Attack of the Insecurities.

All the things that keep bothering Buffy and only one really has any so-called merit. That being the life-span difference but she's pretty well already 'trapped' even if she can't be with him, might as well go whole hog.

And here I was thinking the title came from the movie Serenity.

Just don't let Buffy take any of that "quiet" potion into battle!

But if caught off guard up close, I do have a couple panic responses that have saved me on several occasions.”
Remembers Vilverin. I hope she is not going to show him the wet your pants response!

You beautiful stupid man, I thought.
And how many other women have thought this same thing? It is a credit to your writing skills that you have made Buffy the same as any other woman, in spite of being made of pixels rather than flesh and blood.

And we get a little more then an Almost Kiss for the Buffster this time! And how nice of him to have heard the activities within! I see that Lucilius' timing is not quite as bad as it was. But it could still use some improvement!

I loved Buffy's self-conscious churnings while Sav and Luke went over the details. All quite natural to feel, under the circumstances. It is a lot easier to have a lover when you have some privacy! At least she got a good night kiss out of him, in public no less. That will at least help with things in the future, as now she and the Captain are no longer putting on any pretenses about not being an item.

No wonder I’ve heard Imperials say they’d rather sleep with their horse than a wood elf.
Oh there it is again! How brilliant of you to dredge up this - at the time seemingly random and insignificant - bit of racism and throw it right back into Buffy's mind. Poor elf!

And such a brilliant potion of Pelena's! I bet a lot of married men would love to use that on their wives when they are trying to watch football!

I remember Everything I Do alright. Outstanding song. It was huge when it came out, and has been in every wedding I have been to since.

This was a pure joy to read. Every one of Buffy’s emotions rang true for me, and by the end I felt like I’d received the confidences of a dear friend.

My hand that Savlian wasn’t holding found its way to one hip and I lifted my chin defiantly. “If you die inside that gate without me, I’ll hate you forever! Promise me you won’t do that!”
In an episode that I would like to quote from start to finish, I had to pull out this very Buffy moment.

“A mutual pact then?” Savlian smiled calmly into the face of my anger as he lifted an eyebrow.
All right, and the one that immediately followed. Savlian really shines throughout, but his calm response to Buffy being Buffy warms the heart.

Also, Pelena's more peaceful passion potion had me laughing out loud. What a good friend she has turned out to be!

ROFL !! That was my favorite quote, lol. Awesome chapter!

D'yknow Everything I do is the longest running Number 1 single of all time in Britain?...18 weeks I think it was...*Shudder*...Prefered Can't Stop This Thing We've Started meself... ...

Aaamywho...Loved this chapter...Moist...*Cough*...Most excellent...*Plink-Plink*... ...

Blimey, at this rate, the only place they'll get some peace is in the gate... ...

Excellent write...*applauds*...

Nice one!... ...

Okay, I am caught up.

Gotta say, impressed with the detail work. Between the custom enchantments the battlemages use, the extra-curricular potions and spells you've added for everyday use (and those canvas-thin tent walls ) and how the Kvatch survivors have come together, you've truly added a lot to the game.

Really glad to see Buffy and Savlian open up to each other. I do hate it when two people simply can't seem to admit to each other simple truth. Too bad TV writers don't seem to appreciate that. Plenty of good shows made all the worse for that.

“Just great,” Savlian remarked grimly. “I guess clearing a conjurer lair will be better training than I had imagined.”
Unfortunately. Don’t fear the mages so much though. Robes are very poor at keeping out sharp objects.

Whoa! Surprise from Matius! Maybe it’s time for them to get out of the tent city eh? Oh they do have a convenient training exercise planned…

I think if I were Marcus I’d have just kept walking.

Love the potion at the end.

Now I've studied the summary I can comment on the most recent posts without getting confused! YAY! (although I do plan to read the rest of the book, too, I assure you!)

I absoloutly loved this chapter from start to finished. Buffy's little insecurities when it comes to Savilus are so endearing, they make her very real and adds to the character.

I also couldn't help but love the way you described Buffy's mid combat 'panic button'. As well as being well written, what a genius little mind Buffy has! Tara would never whink that quickly

I loved this: Savlian probably hates me now, knowing that I groan like a wounded forest creature when he kisses me. Such a girly thing to worry about! Well... not any girls I know, but I'm sure it is for the Bosmers of Tamriel

Great Write! Eager for more!

During Episode 143, Savlian and Buffy spent the evening continuing training preparations for the following morning’s departure to Fort Agarctova. At one point, Savlian passionately took Buffy into his arms. The elf responded to having her ear kissed with a loud involuntary sigh. Distracted by the thin canvas that surrounded them, and how her vocalizations might be perceived, she awkwardly ruined the moment. Before they could discuss the matter, they were further interrupted by Lucilius. Frustrated, Buffy returned to her guild for the night, agreeing to meet Savlian by the horses in the morning. When the subject of Buffy’s ‘forest creature’ noises came up with Pelena, the alchemist offered some quiet help.

liliandra nadiar- Thank you! Yes, Buffy has pondered the life span difference a couple times, most directly with Acadian before leaving Bravil after the Tournament. She has quietly resolved that despite the consequences, if given the chance, she will dance. It will be Savlian who actually brings it up as a concern later.

ghastley- ‘Quiet potion’. I like it almost as much as Grits’ ‘peaceful passion potion’, but Buffy will probably call it, ‘Pelena’s little moaner potion’. Not to be confused with the game’s very different and inaccurately labeled effect called ‘silence’. Since that game effect does not prevent speech, and no speech is required to cast spells, we refer to it as cursing one’s magic in BF. We’ll see that curse magic effect in use more than once at Fort Agarctova.

SubRosa- Thank you for drawing attention to so much from this past episode, including how different Buffy’s internal thoughts can be from the words that spill from her mouth. I just happen to have a 2:28 minute clip from Robin Hood Prince of Thieves, that features both Lucilius’ ‘He fancies you milady’ and Buffy’s ‘I’ll do it for you’ lines.

Grits- What a beautiful endorsement of Buffy’s swirling emotions you provided! Thank you! As you can probably tell, I’m getting quite attached to the budding couple.

mALX- Hee! Leave it to the marvelously mischievous minxish mALX to hone right in on our attempt at some humor from the boudoir. Thank you!

McBadgere- Thank you! Yes, they desperately need a little privacy if things are going to bloom. Savlian’s war camp is one hell of a place for a courtship.

Captain Hammer- Thank you. What is so fun for me here is that while Buffy’s bubbling emotions are literally an open book to the reader, she is still largely guessing what her mysterious man-creature is thinking and is rather ill-equipped to understand him.

King Coin- Yes, they need to get away from smoke and canvas for a time. Lucilius’ timing is getting better, but he has a ways to go.

Tabrasa- Thank you! I’m so glad our Executive Summary Thread was of some help. Buffy has some brilliant tactics, but they are all preplanned responses that have been practiced and drilled into her by instructors such as Boderi Farano. That’s how she compensates for her natural inability to react well or quickly to surprises. When truly caught off guard up close in combat, she tends to freeze up, cast the wrong spell or pee her greaves. She’ll elaborate a bit on her close combat limitations in this next episode.



Laden with bedroll and traveling supplies, I paused when the stable area came into view to savor the first streams of sunshine as they spilled over the eastern horizon. I could see that Superian and Raxle were both saddled – a task no doubt completed by Bolden before the dear Redguard had gone to breakfast.

Savlian was with the horses, lashing provisions and equipment to Raxle’s saddle. I could see the Imperial wore an oddly colored surcoat over his mail. It was a mottled pattern of grays and greens, broken by branch-like trails of brown and indistinct shadows as dark as his headband. The white background of his Kvatch shield had been similarly subdued. A leather guige secured the steel disc to his back, where it was joined by a quiver and unstrung bow. A Legion arming sword rode at one hip while a dagger adorned the other. Mail greaves descended into leather boots, but he wore no gauntlets.

My own tan greaves and boots - both of buckskin - were topped by a cuirass of loam-colored leather scales. Slayer was fully charged and my quiver was full.

Neither Savlian nor the horses had taken note of my approach, so I just watched with a smile. Superian was quite curious at the activity, nudging Savlian and nosing into Raxle’s saddlebags while blowing small clouds of fog into the cool, still air. She willingly accepted some gentle rubs on the forehead. “There’s something about him, isn’t there, girl?” I whispered.

As I stepped closer, I sang out, “Good morning, everyone.” Superian perked her ears and nickered affectionately.

Savlian turned and smiled. “You’re as lovely as your mare this morning.”

“I see you’ve met.” I giggled then added, “She and I have the same ears.”

“A beautiful feature on both of you.”

I almost stopped in my tracks at the serious response to my joke. His gentle expression was earnest. Despite how much trouble my big ears had caused the previous evening, he liked them! As I approached, he relieved me of my burden. “Thank you, Savlian.” I reached over to pat the neck of the old gelding, Raxle, then finally gave my mare a hug. “Good morning, precious girl.”

After we finished loading the horses, I dug a length of silk from my pack. “Let me have your bow.”

Savlian unshouldered the staff and presented it to me.

I slipped one loop of the bowstring over the upper ear so it could slide down the limb. I then fitted the lower loop to the other ear and planted that end of the bow on the ground against the outside of my right boot. Leaning the staff to my left, I slipped my free foot between it and the loose string, then braced the belly of the bow against the back of my left leg. With both hands, I bent the top of the upper limb to my right until able to slide and fit the upper loop of the bowstring to its ear. “Here.”

“You make it look easy,” said Savlian as he returned the bow to his back.

“My archery master taught me techniques that don’t require much strength and I’ve had plenty of practice.” I then unrolled my map against Superian’s shoulder. “So where exactly is Fort Agarctova?”

Savlian studied the well-annotated sheet of doeskin, then touched a finger to the southern end of a bluff that overlooked the Strid River. “You’re the scout and equestrienne. What’s the best way there by horse?”

“Let’s stay on the high ground,” I replied. “We can drop into one of the ravines when our waterskins get light or the animals need to drink.”

We mounted the horses, then let them pick their way directly down the southern face of the encampment’s plateau until we reached the Gold Road.

I slipped on my rings and let the initial flourish of pink from Savlian and both horses subside. “These are enchanted with detect life and enable me to both travel safely and be an effective scout. Their range combines to several hundred feet and I can alert us to danger before we are seen.”

“Don’t you find the effect to be disorienting?” asked Savlian.

“There was a time when at this distance, you would have just been a glowing human shape to me. After staring at the pink aura swirling around Superian for countless hours, however, I’ve gotten used to it. Even with these rings on, I can read the subtle movements of her ears.” I looked at Savlian. “And I can see that you’re returning my smile.”

After a short time traveling east along the road, we identified and began working our way south atop the broad ridgeline that led toward Fort Agarctova.

“What is it?” said Savlian quietly as I drew Superian to a stop and held up one hand.

“Bear, with two cubs. She’s beyond that stand of trees ahead and crossing the ridgeline from left to right. If we wait a few minutes, she’ll probably lead her cubs down into the next ravine in search of berries, water or fish.”

My assessment regarding the pink glows and their actions proved correct.

After another hour or so of travel we began to more frequently catch glimpses of the Strid River and emerald forests beyond. Savlian handed me some of the flatbread that Weedum-Ja had packed for us as he told me more about Kvatch before the Daedra invaded. Despite the bittersweet nature of his memories, I loved listening to him. In fact, as we passed a waterskin between us, I couldn’t recall a happier time than riding alongside this man.

A large glow appeared at the edge of my detect life range and we stopped on my signal. I slid to the ground and pointed toward the life form. “I don’t know what it is.” My left hand sought Slayer while my right drew an arrow and set the tail to silk.

Savlian dismounted as well. “I don’t see any movement out there.”

I pulled some tension on my bowstring and focused on the glow, causing much of the distance to evaporate. As the unfamiliar beast snapped into sharp focus, I sucked in my breath. “The head of a bull, complete with horns. Like a muscular man covered in fur, it stands upright and carries a warhammer in one hand. Two bovine legs that end in hooves.” I quivered my arrow and looked up at Savlian, mystified.

“Minotaur,” he said. “They’re plant eaters, but fiercely territorial and highly aggressive. Sometimes they’ll kill for no apparent reason other than pleasure. This beast will not move on like that mother bear did. We can waste a lot of time crossing to the next ridgeline to avoid it, but I’d rather commence our training right now. Otherwise, we’ll have to deal with it again on our return trip.”

“I will kill it from here.”

He lifted an eyebrow, but nodded and unshouldered his bow. “If it charges, I should be able to get a couple arrows off before switching to blade. If it gets close, you’ll step behind me. Its first strike will be a head butt. I’ll block that to one side, then finish by blade.”

I tossed a small handful of dirt into the air to read the breeze. “Hopefully, it’ll never see us.” The poison I selected was crafted from ectoplasm, fly amanita and green stain cup. That mixture had been brewed with just enough water to provide the perfect viscosity for arrow use. It combined the jolt of shock magic with fungal toxins and had been carefully prepared with quality equipment to act quickly. I applied it to the tip of a broadhead arrow and set my deadly missile to the nock.

Once again, I drew the bullish creature into sharp focus. I adjusted the arrow’s tip slightly into the gentle cross breeze, then elevated it well above the target as I verified that no intervening branches would block the arc of my shot. Halfway through an exhalation, I paused. Satisfied with the final aim point, I fully drew the feathered tail to my ear and loosed. Immediately nocking a second arrow, I pulled the monster back into view and waited.

After the eternity of but a few seconds, I was rewarded to see the creature stagger as my feathered shaft blossomed at a sharp angle from its upper chest. Its mouth opened in a silent bellow of rage as the green tinge of poison quickly spread over bovine features. Slayer’s enchantment caused sparks to arc and dance over the furry body. Making no attempt to remove my protruding arrow, the minotaur raised its warhammer defensively and circled a short distance in search of its attacker. Soon, the monster gave up its futile effort and stood still. Even after my silent count for the poison to run its course was complete, the beast remained on its feet. I loosed a second arrow. While my missile flew its high arc, I nocked a third and once again pulled the target into clear view. And waited.

The song of Azura’s Star announced the second arrow’s impact, even as its shaft sprouted from the minotaur’s upper back and the creature was driven to the ground. “We can proceed now.” I returned the third arrow to my quiver.

We rode to where the creature had fallen. As Savlian helped cut my arrows free, I was stunned by the size of the beast. It was bigger than a troll, nearly the size of an ogre.

“That was some amazing shooting, my elven scout.”

“Are you glad you brought me?” I asked, glowing at his praise as I wiped down the one arrow that was undamaged before quivering it.

“I certainly am,” he replied. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you’re a sniper.”

“Striking from hidden shadows and long range is how I have to fight. I’m not only fragile, but I lack the ability to think or react quickly in close combat. When traveling with Superian, her stunning speed can carry me to safety. Without her, my normal response is to disappear as you saw me demonstrate in your tent. I won’t do that if you are near however, for despite my skittishness I will not abandon you in a fight. I must rely on you to protect me if things get close.”

We continued south.

After I reported numerous deer glowing in the distance, Savlian reminded us to try and take a couple for Weedum-Ja during our return trip. As we rode, the Imperial was quite understanding while I shared some of the hunting philosophy that Daenlin had instilled in me. In fact, he seemed very comfortable among the trees. I attributed that to his first tour of duty as a forester for the Legion.

The shape of the distant glow was familiar as my raised hand brought us to yet another stop. “Lion, and it’s slowly headed our way.” We both dismounted. “Savlian, if it gets too close, I’d like to try and frighten it away with a spell. I know it sounds silly, but I avoid killing wolves, bears or lions unless I have to.” Feeling the need to elaborate, I continued, “Remember when we briefly talked about my friend Alawen?”

“Aye, Anvil’s ranger has been very helpful to us in keeping the road between Kvatch and the coast free of bandits.”

“As a child, Alawen survived being marked by a lion and can move freely among them now. Another elf I know named Teresa healed a mother bear that had been mauled by trolls near Bravil. My archery master, Daenlin, can pass unmolested among wolves. The Bosmer within me understands the kinship to forest predators, but my human blood will never allow me to fully be like those other elves. Ironically, it is the Breton part of my nature that has helped me master the magic of illusion and thereby achieve some degree of peace with creatures of the forest.”

“I don’t find your views silly at all, and no lion is going to get through me to either you or the horses.” Savlian’s blade slid reassuringly from its scabbard, then the Kvatch shield found its way to his other hand. “We’ll try your spell first though.”

As we quietly waited, the glow grew closer until a lioness emerged from the tall grass and stopped no more than twenty five paces from us. I knew she could cover the distance in a mere second or two.

My right hand was pulsing with a restrained emerald glow. From behind me, I heard Superian snort and the sound of either she or Raxle nervously pawing the ground. The look of determination on my protector’s face matched the cool steel of his ready blade.

The lioness showed no sign of being intimidated by her audience. Nor did she crouch, flatten her ears or display any indications heralding a charge. She simply stared intently at Savlian.

After several moments, her posture had not changed. I smiled. Somehow, I knew the lioness recognized that the man at my side had a heart that rivaled her own. The tip of her tail flicked once as she turned to continue her travels, I gently said, “Go in peace, sister.”

I loved that meeting with the lioness! Also, Buffy's musings on Teresa/Alawen/Daenlin's pacts with different animal species - very nice little crossover there !! Awesome Write !!

Oh I love the surcoat that Savlian no doubt dug out of storage.

“She and I have the same ears.”

“A beautiful feature on both of you.”
I agree with Savlian.

I’m loving the trip along the Gold Road with Savlian!

Two arrows for that minotaur. Buffy at her finest! Now that she’s demonstrated her ability, I would like to see Savlian’s.

That was such a neat encounter with the lion.

Buffy and Superian have their shared ears on. And Savlian loves them both! Now that was definitely the right thing to say at that moment. If he had made a joke in response to Buffy's own joke, that probably would have lingered in the back of her mind forever.

And Buffy also has her radar on too, and is using it quite effectively. No foo fighters on her screen. The mama bear and cubs were a good addition, not only showing us her detect life in action, but also revealing that the rest of the world goes on as normal, in spite of their mission.

I couldn’t recall a happier time than riding alongside this man.
Awww

A minotaur! Buffy's first too I see. I loved Sav's description of it. For herbivores, they are awfully aggressive. I put it down to having a zillion gallons of testosterone. It survived the first arrow. That is saying quite a bit for one of Buffy's shots. But not two I see.

Another elf I know named Teresa healed a mother bear that had been mauled by trolls near Bravil.
She sounds like a cool chick!

Finally, a tense encounter with the lioness! I was literally holding my breath waiting to see what would happen next. Phew! Thank goodness she was not in the mood for a fight, or a meal, and walked on.

I enjoyed seeing Buffy and Savlian so comfortable together in the woods, facing the various situations that confronted them.

Buffy’s use of the zoom and the green poison bloom work so naturally in her story. I love that she lives in the same Cyrodiil that is so recognizable from the game.

“I don’t find your views silly at all, and no lion is going to get through me to either you or the horses.” Savlian’s blade slid reassuringly from its scabbard, then the Kvatch shield found its way to his other hand. “We’ll try your spell first though.”

That’s so Savlian. He really has come to vivid life.

I second that about it being cool that your Cyrodiil is the one from the game...It's brilliant... ...

Loved this chapter...I really felt the journey's passing...Fantastic write...

And, like everyone, I loved that bit at the end with the Lioness...Most excellent...

Oh, and those rings are sooo cool... ...

Buffy and Savlian left Kvatch en route to Fort Agarctova in Episode 144. Their hope is that clearing a troublesome conjurer gang from the fort together will help forge them into a team that can successfully close the Kvatch Oblivion Gate – a prerequisite to freeing the city. While riding south, they talked about a variety of topics, dealt with several animal encounters and continued to discover more of each other. Fort Agarctova is an invention of Buffy Fiction and is southeast of Kvatch.

mALX- Thank you for your kind words on our forest/animal observations. It seems Savlian has an appreciation for forest creatures - like wood elves. The mentions of Alawen, Teresa and Daenlin were to show contrast with Buffy’s mixed heritage and the irony that her Bretonic magical blood is what provides the tools to apply her Bosmeri instincts.

KC- Thank you. Yup, Savlian certainly said the right thing about the elf’s ears! So glad you enjoyed the lion encounter. Like you, I look forward to seeing some of Savlian’s abilities - first blood coming up.

SubRosa- As you can see, the Legend of Button and the Bear has left a lasting impact on Buffy and her thinking. I’m so glad I could convey some of what I intended with the lioness encounter. As you have many times pointed out, suspense does not always have to culminate with a fight.

Grits- We all walk our own tightrope regarding how much ‘gaminess’ to keep in our stories. My intent has always been to provide a comfortable feeling of familiarity to those who play Oblivion. Thank you so much for your kind words in this regard. In this next episode, for example, Buffy tries to explain to Savlian why she can’t use her detect life to tell him what is inside Fort Agarctova before they open the door. I thank you also for sharing some of the growing passion that Buffy and I have for her heroic but imperfect Imperial.

McBadgere- The sense that their journey south showed the passage of time – thank you for noting that. Among the snips of their day, that is what I was trying to show. As Buffy readily told Savlian, her pair of detect life rings are essential to how she does business. They are a huge part of why Buffy and Superian are still alive. Honestly, the only equipment she really needs is Slayer, those rings and Azura’s Star. Everything else, she could drop by the nearest waterfall.



As we continued south, the western horizon gradually drew the sun into its grasp.

By the time the crumbling walls of Fort Agarctova came into view, they were illuminated by Masser, Secunda and a host of twinkling stars. The upper structures were largely in ruins. I knew however, that many of these old outposts boasted catacombs beneath that remained viable as lairs for a variety of secretive occupants.

We stopped and dismounted. I pointed toward the fort and said quietly, “I see the glow of one man or mer.” Gesturing at a nearby rock formation, I added, “If I take to that high perch, I think I can both verify my target and get a clean shot.”

Savlian shook his head. “I am an officer of the Legion and will offer this sentry the opportunity to surrender the fort.”

I blinked at him, then whispered, “Are you-” the word ‘daft’ came to mind, but I settled for something more tactful, “-sure?”

He met my gaze with eyes that did not invite disagreement, then nodded once.

I recalled Ranger Alawen insisting on the same need to declare herself when we long ago approached a camp of smugglers. “You’re in charge,” I said dubiously. “I’ll try to support you with bow and magic.”

“Call your shots or spells if it comes to that - like we briefed in my tent.”

Savlian equipped his shield, then quietly drew steel as Slayer found its way to my hand. We crept forward using the night’s shadows to get within twenty paces of the blue-robed conjurer. Savlian stood upright. I rose from my crouch as well, hoping the sudden appearance of both of us would intimidate the sentry.

“Surrender in the name of the Imperial Legion!”

As the Altmer wheeled around to face us, she snarled, “A human and lesser elf on this sacred ground? You’ll both die!”

That was all I needed to hear. I quietly warned, “Casting,” and a full load of emerald magic swirled from my hand.

“Fools!” she cried. My spell struck before her fist spiked the air, and no magic erupted as she opened her fingers. She stared at her hand for a moment in apparent bewilderment, then drew a dagger and advanced menacingly.

I was astonished. How much hatred filled this Altmer? Stripped of her magic by my spell, and equipped with only robes and a dagger, she intended to take on the Legion soldier who had stepped in front of me!

Reminiscent of the tactics I had seen employed by Gladius Maro and Sir Mazoga, Savlian’s shield swept the conjurer’s blade aside. He then stepped back and slashed once, the tip of his blade opening the elf’s midsection. The Altmer dropped her weapon and fell, clutching at the wound in an attempt to contain her entrails.

Savlian quickly knelt by the dying elf and lowered both sword and shield to the ground. He clamped one hand over the mage’s face to steady it, drew his dagger and drove it powerfully up under her chin. The high elf’s groans and ragged breathing instantly ceased. “I presume you speak for your entire clan.” He wiped both blades on the conjuror’s robes, gathered his shield then stood. “I’ll offer no further warning or quarter here.”

Noting the numerous skulls mounted on stakes that flanked the door to the fort, I vigorously nodded my agreement.

We returned to the horses and led them behind the ruins, where hopefully they would not be spotted by any returning conjurers. After stripping off their tack and our camping supplies into a pile, we left the animals untethered so they could run if attacked. Then we returned to the dead sentry and made preparations to enter the fort. As I attached a pair of small yarn tassels to Slayer’s bowstring near the ears - like Aradroth had taught me - I explained how effectively they reduced the powerful bow’s noise.

He gestured toward the heavy door. “Can you see life signs inside?”

“Not into buildings from the outside, or even differing levels of the same structure.” Shrugging my shoulders, I added, “I don’t exactly know why that is. Given the sentry though, I doubt the fort is abandoned.”

No sooner had we slipped inside, when the pink glow of a clannfear grew large. Savlian immediately pulled me behind him and silently held his blade at the ready.

Although it sniffed the air suspiciously, the Daedra did not seem to detect our nearness. Savlian crept behind the clannfear and delivered a mighty thrust just to one side of its spine.

As the soldier yanked his blade free, the heavily wounded creature not only survived, but wheeled to retaliate. I grabbed its now exposed tail and discharged illusion magic. The clannfear fell limply to the ground. Before the beast of my nightmares could recover from being paralyzed, a thrust delivered behind the armored head extinguished its glow.

“Welcome to Fort Agarctova,” Savlian said grimly. Before I could reach out to heal him, he had downed a potion to counter the damage reflected by the clannfear.

“I’m your healer, and I use spells to do so,” I admonished. “Because of that, we didn’t bring very many healing potions. Save them in case I can’t get to you or am unable to cast spells.”

Savlian looked at me for a moment, then gave me a crooked smile and small nod.

A single passageway loomed ahead of us. I could feel a slight movement to the cool, damp air indicating the existence of ventilation ports to the surface. Nevertheless, the faint odor of decaying flesh hung distastefully. Gray stone walls were periodically punctuated by dimly flickering sconces.

The closest glow was humanoid. We silently glided toward it like a pair of ghosts until entering a large room that hosted the single conjurer. The Altmer was illuminated by a pair of hanging lanterns, yet remained unaware of us. To my horror, I could see that he was transferring the skulls of men or mer from a large basket to join the countless ones already on shelves that lined the walls of the chamber.

Just as I released Slayer’s bowstring, the blue robe moved. My arrow buried itself noisily into the eye socket of a skull, knocking numerous others to the stone floor.

“What have we here?” hissed the gold-skinned tall elf as he wheeled to face us. “Come to surrender your souls to Molag Bal?” From the lavender disc of magicka he tossed into the air, a flame atronach descended.

I responded with a mysticism spell. As it struck the conjurer, his summon evaporated.

“How dare you throw your puny magicks at me, leaf licker!” he scowled while spiking a green glowing hand toward me.

My leap to the side was too slow and, as the spell struck, I felt the link to my magic sever. One hand dove into an outer compartment of my pack for a potion.

As I tossed my head back and downed a vial of Sigrid’s powerful dispelling elixir, the comfort and confidence of having magic at the ready returned. I also saw that my protector had stepped between me and the Altmer.

“Die, Imperial dog!” rang the shrill voice of the blue robe as he filled the air to his side with another lavender disc and drew a dagger.

Ignoring the flame atronach beginning to form, Savlian charged the conjurer and shield-swept the dagger aside. The soldier did not open the distance for a slash this time; rather, he pressed the attack with a powerful thrust.

Everything stopped for a moment as the Altmer’s eyes opened wide, staring down at the Legion steel that had impaled him. His expression briefly seemed to be one of disbelief before fading to an empty, glassy stare. The conjurer’s summon vanished as Savlian pulled his blade free and the elf collapsed. A pool of blood was quickly growing on the stone floor. Savlian turned to me and his eyes quickly swept from buckskin boots up to Bosmeri ears. “Are you injured? You look pale.”

I restrained my queasy stomach to a quiet burp before I replied, “I told you I don’t do so well at close range.”

“Your hands are trembling,” he pointed out before wiping his blade on a blood-free area of the elf’s robe.

I looked down to see he was right. “It terrifies me to be cut off from my mystical energy, and that conjurer cursed my magic. The only way to recover, aside from waiting for the effect to expire, is to dispel it with a scroll or potion. Being a mage without magic is a very traumatic and helpless feeling. I used the same type of spell against that sentry outside the fort to disable her magic – hoping she would surrender.”

“I cannot imagine surviving without blade, shield and mail. You’re quite brave to do what you do.” He studied me for a moment. “I shall serve as your steel.”

“I know you will, Savlian.”