How lovely to start this episode with some words of hope from Buffy.

Since Buffy’s healing others comes at a personal cost, it was good to see her inner strength getting her through the ordeal. Also good to see her ready to move forward after her shared moment of grief with Sigrid. She may have been out of her element in the bailey fight, but she is shining again here.

I loved to see Savlian and Buffy linked by her fire resistance spell when they scouted the great hall. The orc knights’ clearing it made me grin. What a scene to imagine!

I found myself assigned to Savlian’s small group, along with two Anvil swordsmen and a young Kvatch archer named Jesan Rilian.

Yay, Rilian! I’m glad we’ll get to see him in action with Buffy’s group. I love Savlian’s stealth plan. So does Lildereth.

What a great episode to finish up in the bailey and get ready for the next push!

That was a heavy, intense and brilliantly done battle... ...

I can imagine that healing people that way would drive a person insane after a while... ...As impressed as I am with the idea of it, I can see that dragging a person down after a while...

Blimey matey...So amazingly written...

I'd say I'm looking forward to more, but we all know what's at the end of the corridor... ...

(I am looking forward to more of course, it's just an odd thing to say considering how brilliantly terrifying you've made this so far... )

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Now I could comment on everything I've read over the past few months, butt here is nothing I can say that hasn't already been said, so I shall share my thoughts with the most recent chapters.

KVATCH!

I'm so thrilled that you are writing this with such detail as I've always loved this quest.

I also loved the battle scene, it was very epic and amazing.

OLETA! Lissa's dearest mother is proving to be a possibly worthy ally. That's them Cristenn's for ya!

I also have to agree with Andrea with how cool I found Agronak defending his woman. So sweet

The next chapter of Lissa's journal is set in Kvatch, so I'm excited to see what you think of that!

Great writing. Oh how I've missed it

In Episode 166, Buffy displayed the drawbacks and advantages conveyed by her empathic healing. Once the remnants of Savlian’s force reconstituted from the bloody fight to capture the gatehouse and bailey, they breached the castle and discovered its interior only lightly defended. Holding the main force in reserve within the great hall, small assault teams were formed to clear each of the castle’s three wings. After placing Lucilius in charge of the reserve, Savlian is leading a small band into the section of the castle containing the royal quarters.

SubRosa- Whew! I agree that a pause was needed after the chaos of clearing the gatehouse and bailey. Although Savlian splits his force in the game at this point, the way he has done so here is dramatically different of course. We can expect progress into the castle to diverge even more from the game going forward. I’m not surprised by Pappy’s choices in TF – he’s a wise man when it comes to tactics.

Rider- Thanks! I’m glad that Buffy’s abilities were able to help prevent another brave soldier being cast aside by the Legion for a bad leg.

KC- Thank you for noting the pros/cons that come with Buffy’s bless/curse of healing. I suspect that, with the gatehouse disaster still fresh in Savlian’s mind, he was loath to immediately send a large force into the great hall. In BF, orcs are frighteningly fast and I imagine Savlian was counting on that speed to help them escape should the hall have been trapped.

ghastley- Thank you. I’m trying to work with a fine line that includes solid tactical choices, yet leaves enough oversights and unexploited opportunities to prevent emasculating our Daedric foes. Fog of war and all that. Still plenty of excitement and a few surprises ahead.

mALX- Thank you for enjoying Buffy’s special way of healing. The scale of what she tried to absorb in the aftermath of the bailey and gatehouse overwhelmed her. Yay for our orcish champions!

Darkness Eternal- Thanks for noting the impact on Buffy of losing Arielle and Roliand, and your comments on friendly fire. I’m glad you have your internet back, and much appreciate your kind insights as we continue to post a new episode each Friday.

Grits- Thank you! As ever, you nailed all I was trying for in the last episode – the price of Buffy’s healing, ‘linking’ our dance partners by fire resistance into one fireball-deflecting unit, and the introduction of Jesan Rilian.

McBadgere- Thank you. Buffy has never had to deal with ‘mass casualties’ before and the limitations of her empathic healing were certainly on painful display.

Rihanae- I’m so glad you are doing better and back with us! I look forward to the continuation of Lissa’s story. I smiled at your comments regarding Oleta – we’ll feature the high priestess/mother of Lissa more after the fighting is done. Thank you also for noting the nobility of Sir Agronak; after all, he and his beautiful Orsimer fellow knight are destined to be Champions!



The soldiers with us were not skilled in stealth but, by quietly trailing ten to fifteen paces behind, the trio allowed Savlian and I to progress the way we had trained together. When we found a lone flame atronach in the castle library, a spell briefly immobilized the Daedra and stripped its resistance to the single poisoned arrow that followed. As we continued, more magic convinced a pair of scamps to fight each other until Slayer lethally congratulated the victor. It was satisfying to function as an effective mystic archer again after feeling like a liability much of the day.

Savlian stopped to study a section of wall, then assembled our small team. “Here’s the hidden door to Castle Kvatch’s most secure chamber – the vault for storing gold. This wall sconce acts as a lever to open it and was normally warded by magic.” He turned to me, “Can you see anything glowing behind the wall?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m unsure if the vault is clear or if it is simply one of those doors my magic cannot penetrate.”

“It’s a single room of medium size. Be ready for anything.” He then tested the sconce/lever, but nothing happened. “Good. It appears the warding is still intact. Buffy, can you dispel it?”

“I’ll try.” I loosed a spell that caused the sconce to move out from its base slightly. As a section of the wall slowly ground aside, I grabbed Savlian’s arm, “I can now see that something’s alive in there! The glow looks like that of a small Dremora, but it’s prone and not moving.”

With weapons readied, we all entered the room. On a table along one wall was the pink glow of a woman encased in a pale blue translucent block of . . . something.

“Countess Odalys!” Savlian turned to me. “You say she’s alive in there?”

Mystified, I nodded then shouldered Slayer and moved nearer. Her ‘tomb’ closely followed the contours of her form. Running a hand over the smooth surface I said, “It’s some form of magical ice that has been created around her. She appears unharmed except for this withered portion of her left foot that was not fully encased. Similarly, this lock of unprotected hair has turned white as snow. Whoever did this must have been in a hurry.”

“It smacks of Morandor’s handiwork,” said Savlian as he sheathed his blade. “Despite being an Altmer, the guildmagister and castle mage was renowned for his study of Nordic customs, including preserving the bodies of their dead.”

Jesan Rilian unnocked and quivered his arrow as he nervously eyed the Countess. “But to entomb a live woman?”

“He may well have saved her from the Daedra,” I remarked to the Kvatch archer. Turning to Savlian, I said, “I don’t know what will happen if I dispel the magic surrounding her. Would you like me to attempt it?”

“My decision may kill her, but there’s no mage or healer I would trust the Countess’ life with more than you, Buffy. I know she would want us to try. Yes, lift this tomb and save her for our city.”

“If I’m successful, she’ll no doubt need healing.” I removed both detect life rings to more clearly see my patient. After digging one of Pelena’s potions from my pack, I handed it to Savlian. “Here, have this elixir of restore magicka ready for me.”

“I understand.” He then posted the two Anvil soldiers just outside the vault to keep watch.

I slowly passed lavender glowing fingertips over the pale blue surface of the icy tomb. The hard substance did not melt into water; it simply evaporated.

Filling both hands now with white magic, I placed them on the Countess. The feeling was like jumping into Lake Arrius in the winter and I barely resisted the instinct screaming at me to withdraw my touch. I persisted through the bone chilling iciness until a pair of emerald eyes flew open and the woman’s body began shivering uncontrollably. I continued pouring healing magic into her.

By the time my magicka was exhausted and I reached out a hand toward Savlian, the Countess’ shaking had stopped. I upended the potion Savlian gave me then continued healing. Soon enough, the coldness left her and I focused on the pain I sensed from her left foot. I could not repair the damage to her withered toes but I was able to sever their ability to transmit sensation. Finally, I stopped my healing and stepped back. It was Savlian’s hands that steadied my cold body as fatigue and magicka began to regenerate.

“My. . . city?” The words scraped across my big ears like the crackle of dry leaves.

“Kvatch is almost free, Milady,” said Savlian as we carefully helped her up to a sitting position. I then felt him lifting a waterskin from my pack.

We carefully let our patient drink a small amount. As the deep chill I had absorbed from her continued to fade from my own body, I studied the noble’s face. The pale skin of a Colovian Imperial showed the experience and lines that marked her human life as over half complete. With her green eyes, regal cheekbones, raven hair – accented now by a single white forelock - and strong jaw line, the handsome woman looked every bit a Countess.

“Savlian,” the water had done wonders for her voice, “I recognize Jesan, but who is this young elf who has poured so much of her comforting skill into this old woman?”

“Forgive me, ladies,” said Savlian. “Countess Odalys Goldwine, this is Dame Buffy. Does Milady know what happened to our Count?”

“When your guards delivered word of the Daedra invasion to Ormellius and I,” she began, “they and the court’s mage quickly ushered us to our private chambers. Ormellius retrieved his sword and, while donning his armor, directed Morandor to escort me to the safety of this vault.” She looked down, shaking her head. When she raised her eyes, I could see them glistening. “I refused to leave my husband. The last thing I remember is Morandor touching me with a green glow filling his hand as Ormellius asked my forgiveness.”

“Milady,” I said, “it seems Morandor saved your life by carrying you here and entombing you in some sort of arcane ice. No doubt, it was he who then resealed the vault with you inside. I was able to dispel your shroud, but I fear the smaller three toes of your left foot that were not encased by the protective magicks have withered beyond what I or even Akatosh can heal. I have permanently blocked any discomfort, but you will retain a limp.”

She barely glanced at her foot. “How much time has passed? What happened to the people of my precious city. . . and Ormellius?”

Savlian replied, “Countess, we have yet to recapture the royal chambers, and you are in danger here.” He then turned to the young archer. “Jesan, escort Lady Goldwine to the chapel. As you do so, brief her on what has transpired since the Daedra invaded. Have word sent to the encampment for the castle steward, Badali Sendal, to join our Countess.”

We moved out into the passageway and, for a moment, I watched Jesan support the limping noble as they made their way toward the great hall. I then turned, slipped my rings back on and assumed a vigil for approaching threats.

Savlian had our team hold its position for a few minutes, allowing plenty of time for Jesan to escort the Countess clear of danger. We then continued deeper into the castle toward the royal quarters.

What a gorgeous chapter of search and rescue. It it horrible to think of how long the poor Countess has been trapped for!

But Buffy and her magical ways saved the day! HOORAHH!!!!

I loved this:
'“My. . . city?” The words scraped across my big ears like the crackle of dry leaves.' Such beautiful wording that goes straight to my imagination. AMAZING!

But will they manage to rescue the Count? I can't wait for more!

What a surprise to find the Countess still living! Goes to show that hope is always a good choice even in the worst of times.

It has been a while since Kvatch fell to the Daedra, so it's not surprising that she lost the exposed part of her foot after so long without nutrition (and especially water). It's an intriguing idea, encasing someone in frozen formaldehyde to preserve their life. And not without significant risk, I see.

Our Buffy is back in her element as mystic archer/scout. I bet she is happy to be active in that way again, instead as a liability!

What an interesting twist having the Countess alive !! Absolutely LOVED this, and like Rihanae - loved her first words !! AWESOME WRITE !!!

It was satisfying to function as an effective mystic archer again after feeling like a liability much of the day.
Oh I bet it feels good now to be doing something she excels at.

The Countess! What an awesome addition to the quest! Buffy brought her back! But did not save her foot. I would have been shocked if she could after it has been out like that. I’m sure the mage was in a hurry.

Awesome chapter!

It is good to see the Buffster doing what she does best once more. After her trials and tribulations in the pitched fighting, it is a good reminder of why she deserves to be there.

The vault! Now my imagination is running wild. I can see the story take a sudden left turn, as Buffy and co. are revealed to be a group of brilliant thieves who have engineered the retaking of the city and castle only to gain the opportunity to plunder its gold. Buffy's Eleven. Of course we know Buffy would never do such a thing. But it is fun to think about nonetheless.

The Countess is alive! Bloody Brilliant of you Acadian. Ooorah! That I was not expecting at all! Just as brilliant is the method of her hibernation. I suspect you still remember the Stahlrim from treydog's Blood on the Moon, as I do, and were inspired to use something similar here.

I'm glad she managed to just thaw the Countess and not freeze-dry her. I don't think she'd have liked total dessication.

Buffy could have used some resist frost potions while she healed the Countess. Restoring Magicka seemed to be the least of her problems.

Now since you've already changed the story to add the Countess, we don't know the fate of the Count. It's nice to have the uncertainty back!

Oh how exciting to have a vault with a surprise inside! Buffy was again in her element both as a mystic archer and as a skilled, empathetic healer.

It’s wonderful to see that Kvatch still has its great lady, marked by her ordeal but unbroken. Her first words made me want to cheer.

When she raised her eyes, I could see them glistening. “I refused to leave my husband. The last thing I remember is Morandor touching me with a green glow filling his hand as Ormellius asked my forgiveness.”

What a heartbreaking scene that must have been in the royal quarters. I imagine that desperate goodbyes were being said all over Kvatch at that moment. With the Count armed and armored rather than slippered and pajama-ed, I doubt that he fell hiding in his bedchamber. As ghastley said, it’s great to wonder what happened!

What a great episode! The Countess is awesome!

So...the countess yet draws breath. Amazing.

The pale skin of a Colovian Imperial showed the experience and lines that marked her human life as over half complete. With her green eyes, regal cheekbones, raven hair – accented now by a single white forelock - and strong jaw line, the handsome woman looked every bit a Countess.

I already fell in love. Beautiful description of the countess here!

Savlian had our team hold its position for a few minutes, allowing plenty of time for Jesan to escort the Countess clear of danger. We then continued deeper into the castle toward the royal quarters

Awesome. I have a feeling we are getting toward the Kvatch conclusion! I can't wait!

Um...As the Countess asked...How much time has passed?...I must have blinked if it was mentioned earlier in the charge through Kvatch... ...

Fantastic episode with much coolness with magic...You know I love that sort of thing... ...

But aaamywho...Loved the idea of the suspended animation spell, shame it was so quickly applied so that some teenie parts were missed...A wince inducing good idea to show that it has been some time since all this started for them... ...

Fantastic stuff...Loved it...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

That was an excellent description of the countess. And I could easily imagine the situation in the royal chambers.

I cannot wait for the next episode, I'm eager to see what happens next an if Buffy gets a Happily Ever After ending.

During Episode 167, the small assault team clearing Castle Kvatch’s royal wing discovered a survivor! It seems Lady Odalys Goldwine had been magically entombed within a shroud of arcane ice and sealed inside the castle’s gold storage vault by the court’s mage. Buffy dispelled the protective magic and healed the chilled noble. Savlian then assigned one of his soldiers to escort the Countess safely to the chapel.

Rihanae- Thank you! I’m so glad the Countess’ first words captured your imagination.

Rider- Buffy certainly felt like she was more useful in this past episode than during that confusing mess out in the bailey! Thank you.

mALX- I’m so glad you liked our twist of having the Countess survive! As you can imagine, we’re beginning to foreshadow the future of Kvatch.

KC- Thanks! I’m gratified that you also approve of our decision to introduce Lady Kvatch.

SubRosa- I’m humbled by your kind words. Stahlrim is a term that eludes Buffy, but it was certainly on my mind as I deviously sealed up Lady Odalys. Hopefully, I was vague enough to avoid any precise lore concerns about the nature of our ‘azure arcane ice’.

ghastley- Heh, given how Buffy dries her clothes, I too am glad we didn’t end up with a noble raison instead of a countess! Buffy’s a whiz with poisons but she, well, sucks when it comes to brewing potions. She generally has to buy them from more skilled potion makers and normally limits her pink vials to dispel, restore magicka and restore health. In this case, it took all her magicka and then some to dispel the icy shroud and heal the countess within.

Grits- I thank you so much for, despite the short introduction, already seeing that Countess Odalys is one of Cyrodiil’s few nobles who is fully worthy of their title.

Darkness Eternal- I so hope to show Odalys as a grand lady, and very much appreciate your kind words here. We are indeed drawing close to concluding the battle for Kvatch. The city will be free in two more episodes (including today’s). Buffy will then require an additional seven or so episodes to wind down Book 1.

McBadgere- Regarding the length of Kvatch’s siege, you did not blink or miss anything at all, my friend. I have always been intentionally vague on the small number of years the siege has lasted. Buffy met Savlian very shortly after the Kvatch Oblivion Gate opened. On one hand, I don’t want to shortchange the time it took for Buffy to subsequently earn her fantastic Arcane University education. On the other hand, I've always been concerned about the calendar ticking away with poor Savlian standing his deadly watch and waiting for the substantial help that Buffy took so long in delivering. By such measures as invoking the protection of Akatosh over his chapel, shrouding the Countess in arcane ice and having Jauffre assassinated before he could act on what Buffy shared about an heir, I’ve tried to somewhat manage the impact of the long time frame.

Ideally, Buffy would have completed her University training before the crisis ever began so we could pace our story better but, for better or worse, we chose to somewhat more closely follow the sequence one sees in the game. I also like to think that Daedra Lords perceive time quite differently. Perhaps Dagon was satisfied to simply allow the trapped Martin’s human lifespan to expire in a few short decades - ensuring the Dragonfires would never be lit. It has not occurred to Buffy that the brave actions of she and her hero at Kvatch may be akin to kicking a nest of hornets. Sorry for building a watch when you asked what time it was. Thanks for your patience.

TheBrume- Given that the situation in the royal chambers was pieced together by Buffy’s knowledge of the arcane, combined with some disoriented memories shared by the Countess, I’m so pleased it was clear. Thank you.



With the two Anvil swordsmen trailing almost a dozen paces behind, Savlian and I continued deeper into the castle. We had not gone far when I reported, “I see three glows ahead at quite some distance. I’m sure one is a scamp and another looks like a Dremora. The third is large like a frost atronach, but appears to have a long muzzle and tail.” I closed my eyes, allowing countless pages of University study to flash before them until I found reference to what I sought. With a small gulp, I looked up at Savlian. “The only Daedra I’m aware of fitting that description is called a Daedroth. I’ve never seen such a beast, but texts I’ve read infer they may know some simple magic.”

“The four of us should be able to handle three foes,” replied my Imperial. “If not, we’ll lead them back to the awaiting teeth of Lucilius’ reserve in the great hall.”

Savlian navigated us through the confusing maze of narrow corridors until he stopped and pointed down a straight section of passageway that loomed before us. “This hall ends with a pair of tall double doors that open to the royal quarters.”

I replied, “That’s where the life signs I’ve been watching appear to be.”

“You still make them to be three Daedra?” After I nodded, he continued, “Inside, we’ll find a large sitting area and smaller adjoining bedchamber.” Turning to the two swordsmen behind us, Savlian signaled the number of foes ahead and for the soldiers to maintain their following distance.

We then crept forward.

The quiet click under Savlian’s boot barely preceded a rumbling from above us. Before I could react, he drove me ahead and to the floor. His body covered mine just as the roof behind us began to collapse. I heard him grunt with pain and felt more weight added to his as several pieces of stone fell upon us.

Moments after a quiet stillness rejoined us, Savlian was struggling to his elbows so I could better breathe the dust-laden air. He then managed to free us from the heavy debris, get to his feet and pull me to mine. Most of the trapped roof had fallen behind us and our retreat was now blocked. We could hear muffled groans from the completely buried pair of Anvil soldiers. Before our hands could even begin to move some of the rubble, I had to report, “We’re too late. Their glows have faded away.”

Savlian’s right eye barely twitched, but it was my business to understand him like no other could. An almost imperceptible slump visited his broad shoulders. So much death – that he no doubt felt responsible for. Promising myself that I would pleasure away all his cares when this day was done, I forced my attention back to our predicament.

Elven fingers quickly traveled along Slayer’s staff and silk string, verifying the bow had not been damaged. I then lifted one fist and summoned an ethereal spirit. “This ghost will keep watch, scanning for foes during the few moments it will take me to heal us.”

Savlian nodded, adding, “And I’ll check our armor for major damage.” As I eased our bruises, he removed a gauntlet and ran one hand over me. About halfway down the inspection, his voice picked up a sharp edge of concern. “You’re soaking wet. Are you bleeding?”

I didn’t feel injured, so my first thought was that perhaps I had peed my greaves. After careful self-examination however, I replied, “No, but all my potions were crushed by that falling roof trap.” As Savlian tugged his gauntlet back on, my quick check inside his pack revealed the two healing vials he carried for us had also been broken.

My ghost mournfully lifted its wispy arms and dissipated as Savlian trained his gaze on the double doors ahead of us. Rippling jaw muscles and narrowed eyes betrayed what I knew to be righteous fury at the terrible cost exacted by this long day. Old battle-scars marking the face I loved, and countless others hidden by his mail, reminded me that this man was capable of bold or even rash action. I had learned to trust his wisdom and judgment though – particularly when it came to my welfare.

Finally, he slowly shook his head and announced, “Too damn much attrition. We need to clear enough of this rubble to retreat, then come back with reinforcements and conduct a proper breaching operation.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and vigorously nodded my agreement.

Savlian continued, “Given all the noise created by that trap, those Daedra inside the royal quarters have to realize we’re out here. Perhaps they’ve chosen to defend rather than attack, mistakenly believing themselves to be outnumbered by the force at their door. To be on the safe side, I’d like you to seal them in there while I begin moving debris.”

I promptly did so. No sooner had the pale golden light of my warding spell faded however, when the double doors illuminated again – from the other side. A moment later, they burst open to reveal an angry scamp.

Once my command spell swirled into the small Daedra, it turned and loosed the ball of flame it had formed back into the royal quarters – presumably at one of the other two glows.

I was stunned to see the fireball instantly answered by one the size of a small house! As the inferno subsided, it revealed the hapless scamp’s charred and smoking remains.

“Savlian,” I urgently whispered, “that much fire could have only come from the hands of a very powerful Dremora mage.” Acutely aware of my understatement, I nervously added, “You saw how easily the warding I placed on the doors was dispelled. If my magic gets cursed, I-I have no potions to remove the effect.”

“I know, my elf.” The stones he had been lifting were back on the floor. Legion steel and Kvatch shield once again filled his gauntleted hands. “Our foes have now chosen to engage though, and our retreat is blocked.”

I pointed. “That mage’s glow is moving cautiously. Our other target – the big one with the tail - is farther away and stationary.”

From the recesses of the room ahead we heard the deep gravel of a Dremoran voice, “You will not survive, mortals.” The pink glow was augmented by the sight of black robes only for a moment. Then a wall of fire billowed our way.

The approaching flame was too large, and the passageway too narrow, for us to dance aside. “Behind me, Buffy!” ordered Savlian as he lifted his shield and lowered his head.

I did so, and even managed to cast a spell that surrounded us with more fire protection.

Flames completely engulfed us, then mercifully dissipated after but one or two long seconds. I frantically healed us. Thanks to my spell, the burns were minor and neither Savlian’s surcoat nor my hair had been set ablaze. I knew I was outclassed though; this mage’s destruction skill rivaled that of Delphine Jend!

“His glow keeps moving out of the doorway,” I lamented. “I can’t get a clean shot.”

Savlian made our choice. “If we stay out here, he’ll kill us long before help can get through the rubble behind us. Our only chance of surviving is to go in after him where I can put steel to flesh. Follow behind, and let me draw his fire.”

Sometimes you just have to grit your teeth and charge in! How many times have I done just that playing the game? It's amazing how easily those mages fall once you get close enough to smack 'em with your steel. It's the getting close that is the problem, as we can see in Buffy and Savlian's case.

Outclassed indeed! A fireball the size of a small house? Imagine the amount of magicka that cost! If Dremora mages follow the same rules as other mages (especially Breton and Altmer), I imagine this guy will eventually run out of juice. So how to get him to that point without getting kilt?

Sorry! This is your story, but I just can't resist imagining the different ways our beloved team of magic and steel can meet this latest challenge!

And the best offense against a Dremora mage is ... archery!! How convenient, if he'll just stop hiding from her. Maybe command that Daedroth to go flush him out? Or is it too big a creature for that?

I notice that Murphy is fighting for the wrong side as usual. Collapsing masonry never seems to fall on the enemy, does it?

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There was really too much to quote in this chapter! The first half was filled with several places worthy of quoting, the second half needed to be quoted in its entirety! Still, I can't leave without pulling these two out:



This was a visual, I could see and feel Buffy's reaction on seeing that happen. That's when you know S is about to hit the F big time and there is nothing you can do about it and no where to go since they were trapped. Maxical said, "Dear gods!" I was holding my breath till the end, then saw this cliffhanger:



GAAAAH !!! URK !!! I will be biting my nails till next Friday! Totally AWESOME Write !!!!


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Sav sounds confident, but wait for him to see that Daedroth…
As a side note, I like hearing how Buffy sees the world. The general shape of glows tells her what she’s facing. I find myself guessing at what she’s describing.

Buffy and Sav got lucky, the other two soldiers weren’t unfortunately. And now they will have three Daedra to deal with momentarily. Potions destroyed, I almost wish it was just Buffy’s bladder.

Ah crap, the room is going to be a bad place with that Daedroth in there. The mage is no fool.

So Buffy is the Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest? I wonder if she has a dragon tattoo as well?

Whoa, that roof collapsing was a very near thing for Sav and the Buffster. Too near for the men behind them. This was another good call on your part, in more ways than one. First off you have taken the very environment - the castle itself and its poor state - and revealed it to be just as deadly an enemy as the Daedra. This is the sort of thing that most writers overlook, especially in war stories, even though damaged buildings are indeed prone to collapse. The deaths of the two Anvillians also reminds us once more that no one is safe. Especially now that Buffy and Savlian are outnumbered by the Daedra ahead!

Oh noes, crushed potion bottles! Funny, that never happens in the game. Well, at least that is less embarrassing than peeing herself! I do have to admit that was the first thing that sprang to my mind.

Savlian shows wise caution when he decided to retreat and come back with reinforcements rather than continue forward while outnumbered. Another good writing decision on your part when the Daedra took that decision out of his hands. The Scamp was a pipsqueak. But the mage and daedroth are going to give B&S some serious trouble. As the saying goes: Sometimes you have to roll the hard six. I cannot wait for next week, to see how the dice fly!

Oh crap, Daedroth. Now the Nord won’t be able to sleep all week.

A trapped ceiling and four are suddenly two. I can’t imagine shooting through a wall of fire. I’m guessing that the mage has a powerful staff in addition to his spells. Savlian is right; they can’t wait for the mage’s magicka to run out.

I also wonder if Buffy can Command the Daedroth. I know her arrows can pass through a person, so if she can just get a shot…

What a tight spot! This is tensely exciting in a whole new way from the previous battles. I know Buffy will get through, unless she is writing from the Dreamsleeve, but worrying for Savlian is also worrying for Buffy at this point. Not only are your readers admitting to being perched on the seat edges, but you have also engaged other characters! Is there even a word for that?!

Daedroth!



Again, you fail to fail when writing some heart-shattering scenarios! And Buffy and Savlian are quite in the predicament with the lack of potions! The suspense begins with the life and death situation multiplied in an even greater degree! And this is only seven or so chapters before the new book begins, am I right? Oh my! Somebody might die! . The final fight for Kvatch shall indeed reach the conclusion jn such a grand scenario of bravery! I still think someone might bite the dust. But only time will tell.

Couldn't agree more. You have such an amazing way of writing such beauty in relationships that could warm the heart of any ice queen. Haha.

DAEDROTH!! AHHH! They scare me, and Lissa even more.

And such a tense ending which leaves me itching to find out what happenes next. Will Savvy Savlian and Buffy manage to overcome the beast?

EEEEEEEP!!

I love your comment on the Mage's Destruction skill. It really adds coherency to the world to see you mentioning famous figures

...Any time matey...Thanks for that...

To business!!...

Aw hell...Someone dropped some Anvil[lian]s... ...That was a bit sad, espescially as they heard them groan and then the lifesigns faded... ...

Sounds like they're in for a fight and a half...

Nicely done removing the crutch of the potions, adds to the danger by some thousands of times... ...

A brilliant chapter that ramps up the danger to 11... ...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

I leave this evening for just a few days. Another pilgrimage to visit Acadian Senior. I’ll return in plenty of time to both catch up on reading and post next Friday’s episode.

During Episode 168, the small assault team clearing Castle Kvatch’s royal wing encountered a falling roof trap as they neared the Count and Countess’ quarters area. The two soldiers trailing behind Savlian and Buffy were killed, and our duo’s retreat blocked by fallen debris. Savlian’s prudent decision to clear enough rubble to retreat and return with reinforcements was preempted when he and Buffy were attacked by Daedra from within the royal quarters.

Rider- Thanks! I agree. If you can get steel into those pesky mages, they fall quickly.

ghastley- Heh, yes Murphy seems to be fighting for the other side here. Even when Savlian made the smart choice, he then had that option stripped away.

mALX- Gosh, thanks so much for saying you could feel and see what Buffy was experiencing! That is certainly music to long elven ears.

KC- Thanks for noting how much detect life is a part of how Buffy survives. She has gotten very good at reading glows and ignoring (for the most part) the accompanying distractions. Only two foes ahead it seems; how hard can it be?

SubRosa- Cut off from help and crushed potions! I was proud of Savlian’s choice to clear some rubble, withdraw and seek reinforcement; damn Daedra didn’t get the brief though. Don’t you hate it when foes don’t do what your plans call for? So now our couple is left, as you say, rolling the hard six.

Grits- Darnand and Jerric sure know the dangers posed by a Daedroth, not to mention a high powered mage. Thanks for noting the variety we’ve tried to work into the battle to free Kvatch. Clearing the city went smooth as an iron phalanx. Getting through the gatehouse and bailey was a white knuckled chaos of fire and blood. Here, S&B are back in their ‘zone’ as the warrior and his mystic archer. . . but circumstances seem to be stripping away so many of the lethal advantages their pairing brings.

Darkness Eternal- Thank you for those kind words! Things do seem a tad grim here. One way or another, however, this upcoming episode will culminate with a free Kvatch. And yes, there will be seven more episodes after this one to wind down our book.

Rihanae- I so appreciate you focusing on the beauty of what Buffy and Savlian have and what they mean to each other. Above all, I consider Book 1 to be a love story.

Zalphon- Thanks! I do try to tie (when possible) descriptions to familiar Oblivion game images. Here, a fireball of Delphine Jendish magnitude.

McBadgere- Thank you! Yes, the situation does appear to be one of the darker ones Buffy has faced. I think the elf and her man of steel are charging into quite the fight.



“The mage’s glow has moved to our left,” I warned as I closely trailed Savlian into the large royal sitting chamber. “That other Daedra – the big one - appears to be in the adjoining room to our right.”

The Dremora’s black robe blinked into view only long enough to toss a violet disc of magicka into the air. The resultant clannfear charged Savlian.

A lavender burst of magic instinctively streaked from my hand into the mage’s pink glow. Even as his renewed shroud of invisibility and summoned helper were both dispelled, I already regretted focusing my magic on his trappings instead of stripping away his underlying spellcasting ability.

My leap to the side was too slow to avoid his answering spell. As it struck, I felt the link to my own magic sever. This mage had not made the same mistake I had. The nightmare grew worse as I recalled that my potions to dispel the curse had been shattered - by the same falling roof trap that had blocked both retreat and reinforcement.

As least our foe was now fully visible. Another massive fireball billowed our way. “Dodge right!” roared Savlian. I did so, then watched in horror as my hero ignored his own command and charged our attacker!

Unable to protect Savlian with another spell to resist fire, one hand shot into my quiver. Although what remained of his surcoat was set ablaze, his great speed carried him through the flame before I could nock my arrow. As I maneuvered to bring Slayer to bear, the next fire spell forming in Dremoran hands extinguished in a spray of blood.

Legion steel dripped crimson as Savlian freed it. Smoke rose from blackened mail and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. I could almost feel his pain across the distance separating us, but I had neither magic nor potion to heal him.

The sound of Savlian’s labored breathing was suddenly eclipsed by an explosion of cracking wood. As a shower of splinters settled over us, the now doorless entrance to what I imagined to be the royal bed chamber was filled by a massive Daedra that must have been five times my weight. A snout, longer than my arm, was full of teeth and balanced by a thick tail extending well behind what could only be a Daedroth. Lifting a shovel-sized paw, the creature bathed itself in a golden glow that I recognized as a shield spell. It then loosed a fireball at me and charged Savlian.

By the time I dodged its flame, the lumbering Daedra had closed the distance to my Imperial. Savlian’s still smoldering shield took the mighty blow, but the impact knocked him hard against the chamber’s wall. Although his glow remained strong, he did not move after slumping to the floor.

While the Daedroth was raising its massive arms to strike again, I desperately loosed an arrow into its back.

My relief lasted but a second when the wounded creature turned from Savlian, for it then roared and charged at me.

A second arrow caused the Daedroth only momentary pause. With my magic still cursed and no time for another shot, I lifted my unshielded bow to block and backed up until stopped by a wall.

As the creature’s massive right fist completed its wide horizontal arc, I heard the breaking of bow staff and bones and felt my feet leave the ground.

After coming down hard, I looked up from my dazed and broken heap on the floor. The monster was raising both fists as it approached. I opened my mouth to scream.

Any noise I may have loosed was drowned out by the Daedroth’s howl of pain as it suddenly jerked both arms upward and the tip of a blade burst from the front of its chest. I felt the wet heat of the creature’s dark blood splatter across my face.

The blade just as quickly retracted and the injured monster managed to turn toward its attacker. Savlian Matius and the massive Daedra locked eyes in deadly challenge. Like two exhausted and badly wounded gladiators, they slowly circled each other until my hero stood fully between the Daedroth and I.

Savlian’s bloodied sword was poised at the ready. His surcoat had been burned away and one pauldron torn from his left shoulder. The battered and fire-blackened Kvatch shield was raised. His breathing was ragged and, although he staggered slightly, this magnificent man was somehow still on his feet. And still protecting me.

I tried to get to my own feet, but one ankle refused to move and I couldn’t feel my left arm. Not that I could have helped much; my magic was still cursed and all that remained of the mighty bow was its handgrip. I watched helplessly as even that slipped from the fingers of my useless left hand.

Filling the chamber with a mighty roar, the Daedroth charged again – impaling itself on Savlian’s sword. Momentum however, carried both man and beast over my head into the wall at my back with a terrifying crash. As the crushing tangle of arms, legs and tail fell upon me, blackness descended as well.

I awoke after who knows how long, struggling for air. My left arm and right ankle screamed as I managed to wiggle free of enough weight above me to breathe more easily. Savlian was not moving and his glow was weak. Thankfully, the Daedroth was dead. The Dremora mage’s powerful spell had finally worn off and, once again, magic flowed within me.

Whimpering in agony, I slowly struggled up to one knee. Then the other. I was vaguely aware that I had wet my greaves but that was the least of my concerns. I could feel and hear bones scraping against the inside of the mail covering my left upper arm, but couldn’t move that hand. Lifting my right fist, I managed to spill healing magic over myself and clear my head somewhat.

Savlian’s breathing was shallow as I knelt beside him. A glowing right hand traveled slowly over my fallen hero to assess the damage.

In addition to severe burns covering most of his body, numerous broken ribs now protruded into bleeding organs within his chest. Several bones along his neck and back were fractured and the rear portion of his skull had been cracked.

A wailing scream tore from my throat as I recognized what I had felt from City Swimmer and Ilend Vonius – his wounds were beyond healing.

As with Ilend however, I refused to accept it. I channeled white magic into the man who loved me. After a time, his breathing did ease and beautiful brown eyes opened. He took my hand and lifted it away from his chest, breaking the healing bond. “No, Buffy. We both know this was my last fight.”

Tears were streaming down my face. “S-Savlian, you are my mate and I love you! I will pour my magic and own life into you until we enter the Dreamsleave together.”

“Nay,” he said through clenched teeth that betrayed a stoic effort to hide his pain. “My life is gladly forfeit in the protection of yours. Allow me to succeed in this task by knowing you will live your long span of elven years. Do this not for Kvatch, but do it for me, my love.”

“Y-your city is free now,” I babbled in disbelief. “We will b-build our home together here and, in time, bear and eagle will return to your mountain.”

Savlian mustered a weak smile. “You once asked that I consider my priorities after Kvatch. I will never get the chance to show you, but I meant what I said about our future together. I know now that no empire, legion or city can fill my heart as you have. I die the luckiest man on Nirn.” He coughed blood, then managed to continue, “For a precious moment in time - while the Gods were sleeping - this unworthy soldier held a butterfly.”

As he coughed again, I cast one more spell, knowing it would merely comfort the inevitable. I then cradled his head to my breasts. Somehow managing to keep my voice from cracking, I lifted it in mournful song for the man I loved:

”We will go home. . .”

Even before I finished singing, I could feel that Savlian had left his pain behind. I slipped off the charred headband and lowered my lips to his forehead. As my eyes closed, we were standing together on the southern bank of the Strid River, our skin bathed in glorious sunshine. Savlian was holding my hands and gentle waves lapped at our bare feet. His smiling face was free of pain, his body unmarred by scars. I could sense the burdens of command and guilt over difficult choices had been lifted from his heart.

Somewhere in the distance, the sounds of faint voices and rubble being moved tugged at my ears. I ignored them.

Strong hands were now on my shoulders. Opening my eyes dispelled the sunshine. I looked up at the blood on Mazoga’s face and said, “You are injured. I must heal you.”

“It can wait, Buff,” the orc replied tenderly.

Then I noticed that it was Lucilius kneeling beside the knight instead of her mate. Concern gripped me. “Where’s Agronak?”

“He’s in the chapel with a broken leg,” said Mazoga, “but Sigrid says he’ll be fine."

“So will Savlian,” I heard my own voice say. “He was badly wounded and needs to rest.”

Mazoga’s dark eyes grew troubled for some reason as she looked at Lucilius. I heard the soldier say quietly to her, “She’s in shock, and I can see she’s lost a lot of blood from that arm.”

“Did we win, Lucilius?” My words sounded so far away.

“We did indeed, Milady. The city and castle are free. We have recovered the Count’s ring and will present it to the Countess.” He then gently peeled me from Savlian and lifted me into his arms like a child.

I tried to reach out my left hand for Savlian, but I still couldn’t make it move. “Savlian. . . .”

Mazoga effortlessly lifted my Imperial and carried him alongside Lucilius and I. “I’ve got him, Buff.”

“Be careful, ‘Zoga. I wasn’t able to fully heal him yet. As soon as Savlian’s better, he and I will begin building our home together.”

“She’s ice cold and her breathing is getting shallower,” I heard Lucilius say. “Let’s get her to Akatosh’s altar. The priests will know what to do.”

I must have drifted off a bit while Lucilius carried me, for when I opened my eyes again we were nearing the chapel. Mazoga, with Savlian still in her mighty arms, turned toward the open city gates. I could see Belle, still hitched to her wagon. Of course, I thought, Savlian would want to pay his respects and thank the farmers as they buried our brave fallen. “Don’t be long, my love,” I heard myself say as Lucilius carried me up the steps of the chapel. I was tired, and figured I would rest my eyes again. Just until Savlian completed his rounds and joined me.

Okay... wow. That is all I can say.

This chapter from beggining to end was a total masterpiece Acadian! From the fight to the beggining, to the end. it caught my attention and, I'm not afraid to admit, made me cry. it broke my heart when Savlian died.

When Buffy commented on Savlian needing rest and Mazoga had that look on her face and the soldier commented on her being in shock i assumed that Savlian had passed but Buffy hadn't accepted it.

I thought this was incredibly touching and very real. This quote brought a tear to my eye :



This was incredible, truly.

Well done.

EDIT: After confirmation through a re-read, Savlian is dead. I guess i just felt a reluctance to accept his fate, much like Buffy did later on when she encountered Mazoga.

This very quickly becomes grim. As Buffy points out, she’s reacting to the mage instead of dealing with him. He effectively deals with her casting ability, but that’s fortunately not where all of her skills lie.

Sav risked too much with his charge of the mage, did he forget the daedroth?

Broken bow, no magic, and in melee range with a daedroth?

Sav managed to land a killing blow, but I’m afraid in his weak state it did as well.

A wailing scream tore from my throat as I recognized what I had felt from City Swimmer and Ilend Vonius – his wounds were beyond healing.
Buffy!

“For a precious moment in time - while the Gods were sleeping - this unworthy soldier held a butterfly.”
Beautiful last words. Goodbye Savlian.

Amazing chapter. Savlian’s passing brought tears to my eyes. He can at least pass with the knowledge that his city and his love are safe and have many years in their future thanks to his sacrifice.

"We will go home."-Reminds me of the song a tavern woman sang in the movie "King Arthur".

Beautiful chapter. Skilfully written and had me devouring the words letter by letter. It was filled with despair with Buffy's injuries and the deaths of Voniou and City. The gruesome injuries of Savlian was well-written and gritty! You did not back down when writing the violent nature of battle. Admirable.

I knew someone would bite the dust, sadly.. I had a feeling it was Savlian. You did a wonderful job of making us connect with Savlian and Buffy, only to seal his fate in the final moments. It was a big battle, that much was certain and lives were lost, but ultimately Savlian was among the heroes. I wish more people read this story, it is one of the quality tales in this forum. And to think this was one part of a large saga is truly mindblowing. I wish I had an ounce of creativity as you when writing long lasting legacies.

Edit:Totally did not click on the bold link. I knew it! King Arthur! Beautiful song and I could hear Buffy singing it. Rihanae, I am sure Savlian had met his fate .

I loved Buffy trading spells with the Dremora. Oh noes, she came out short though. Savlian OTOH, shows was determination and legion steel can accomplish. An even closer-call against that Daedroth. Buffy is in bad shape now, and Savlian little better methinks.

Oh noes, it is even worse than that! That was wonderfully done. I must admit I am not surprised at Savlian's end. But I did not expect it so soon. You wrote us a deeply moving scene between Buffy and her man, as he slowly slipped away into that good night. Especially good was her own refusal to admit that he was dying, as she fell deeper and deeper into shock herself.

Buffy’s worst nightmare, trapped and Silenced! The rest of the scene unfolded as if it had been occurring since the day they met. Savlian’s sacrifice charge. Buffy’s own sacrifice as she desperately drew the Daedroth’s attention. Then Savlian’s last stand.

I had to pause at that point because I was crying too hard to even make my cup of Fortify Emotions.

I still can’t find where you put the clues in previous episodes, but I’ve had a dreadful feeling since they revived the countess. Savlian’s death was a surprise, but it also felt like a natural culmination of events rather than a jarring shock. Gosh, I hope that makes sense. Masterfully told!

Savlian’s last words were heartbreakingly beautiful. Buffy’s vision of the river bank was a balm to the reader as well as a soothing transition while her mind went to a place where she wouldn’t have to cope for a little while.

Mazoga effortlessly lifted my Imperial and carried him alongside Lucilius and I. “I’ve got him, Buff.”

Possibly the tenderest moment in Book 1 for me. Mazoga is a big green hero.

I’m glad they’re taking Buffy to the chapel. Eventually she will wake to crushing loss. Between the Divines, the Lady of Dawn, Acadian in her head, the many friends who love her, and of course Superian, I know she’ll find her way through it.

Safe journey on your pilgrimage, my friend. My best wishes go with you.

I recognized what I had felt from City Swimmer and Ilend Vonius – his wounds were beyond healing.

and

Even before I finished singing, I could feel that Savlian had left his pain behind.

So Buffy knows she couldn't do anything for Savlian, and that he's gone. I hope when the delerium of pain goes away she can remember that.

So you've taken away Savlian, who's usually essential, but you've given us the Countess, who's usually non-existent. I'm sure Buffy won't think it's a fair trade, but your readers are intrigued for what comes next. Especially as Mazoga and Agronak have unfinished business.

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This chapter was amazingly heartbreakingly real and stunningly written, your best writing ever. Poor Buffy, but lucky shock has taken her over till she is healed. Awesome, AWESOME Write, Acadian. Just Awesome !!! Perfectly written for the reader to feel they were there with Buffy, seeing it all and suffering with her what she did, what she will. Awesome Powerful Write !!!


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Well. It is difficult for me to come up with the words that haven't already been said.

Like Sage Rose, I had a feeling Savlian wasn't long for this world. Just based on your comparison of his and Lucillius's fighting styles, I just knew that the other had a better chance at surviving to a ripe old age like Julian. You had already diverged so much from the TES mainstream storyline that I wasn't really surprised so much as saddened by Savlian's death. But he died the way he lived - protecting those he loved (okay, really the one he loved) and defending what he believed in.

Buffy's withdrawal from reality is not surprising, and quite believable, too. She'll wake up and realize the full impact of her loss, but while she is so shocky, it is actually natural that she believes he still lives. It is that belief that is keeping her alive - if she accepted his death in that instant, I don't doubt she'll follow him all the way to that riverbank. When her body is stronger, that's when she'll face the pain. And while it will be very hard for her, I think we will see the iron dragon within the butterfly butt that we have all come to love so much.

I have called Book 1 ‘Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?’ and Episode 169 saw it crescendo with freedom for that beleaguered city. Savlian completed his mission but, tragically, did not survive. He died the way we saw him live – aggressively protecting his elf with the strength and heart of a lion.

I so appreciate the supportive words from Buffy’s friends regarding her loss. We have even received several ‘sympathy cards’ via PM and your kind thoughtfulness means the world to us. It was very traumatic for Buffy and I to lose Savlian, but I always realized that our bowgirl is a butterfly. Savlian’s powerful and charismatic nature would have gradually come to overshadow our nurturing elf. At the end of the day this is the Buffy show, not the Savlian and Buffy show, so his death was inevitable. Timing was driven by the fact that there was no more powerful moment for our hero to make his departure. His impact on Buffy’s life will be profound and lasting as she tries to rebuild herself.

There is a case to be made for ending the book at this point. After all, how does one top Savlian’s blaze of glory? I refuse, however, to leave our broken bowgirl in the semiconscious state of shock and denial in which Mazoga and Lucilius found her. Therefore, we will wind things down with a seven episode epilogue. You’ll see Buffy begin to heal from her grievous injuries and start coming to terms with the much greater trauma inflicted to her heart. We’ll also share glimpses of what might lay ahead for Buffy, Kvatch and even the Empire.

Rihanae- The fact that the episode made you cry is music to my ears, for it made me cry during each and every one of its many edits. I’m also pleased that you experienced a touch of the same confusion that engulfed Buffy as she failed to deal with the reality of Savlian’s death. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy seeing more of of Lissa's mother, Oleta, in the next couple episodes.

KC- Like Rihanae, I’m so glad you were affected by both the scene as well as Savlian’s last words. He did understand the needs of his elf.

Darkness Eternal- Thank you for saying you could hear Buffy singing her song and for appreciating our selection. We started leaving bread crumbs about the bear and eagle over a dozen episodes ago so the song would have some real meaning for Buffy and Savlian. This was the second of three songs that Buffy will sing during this book. Her first was an Enya selection to Acadian after the two shared a dream of dragon flight on the way to Kvatch. Her third song will culminate our final episode.

SubRosa- Yes, sometimes good old steel trumps all the fancy magic. Thank you for understanding our choices and appreciating Savlian’s farewell. The disorientation that Buffy's injuries, shock and loss caused her to descend into was a much needed godsend for the fragile elf.

Grits- Thank you for joining me in tears at Savlian’s loss. I smiled to hear you were moved by the magnificent Mazoga. Buffy could not ask for a truer friend. Mazoga doesn’t have very many friends (can’t imagine why) so she has really learned to treasure the few she has. I hope to show more of Mazoga's profound and simple beauty in this next episode.

ghastley- As I mentioned to SubRosa, Buffy’s disorientation and semi-conscious shock were probably gifts at this point. She will begin to deal with her injuries and loss now.

mALX- Thank you for those beautiful words! I’m glad Buffy was able to share some of what she felt before she drifted into shock.

Rider- Thank you for drawing out the recent comparison between the fighting styles of Lucilius and Savlian. Savlian was a lion and a hero but, given his aggressive methods, it was no surprise that his body was a roadmap of scars. Your assessment of Buffy’s mental state at this point is also spot on. By the time she fully grasps what has happened, she will hopefully remember Savlian asking her to live her long elven life. Despite the current darkness, you are also perceptive here to realize that Buffy is an optimist by nature and that our fragile butterfly does indeed carry the spirit of a dragon.



“How is she, Priestess?”

I tried to open my eyes. Or mouth. Or even move anything - all to no avail.

“Good morning, Your Ladyship. This patient lost a lot of blood and I still have a good deal of her pain magically dampened. It seems the injury to her right ankle was only a severe sprain and bruising. The bone running from left shoulder to elbow, however, was completely shattered with numerous fragments protruding through flesh. Only the sleeve of her mail was holding that arm together. Akatosh’s altar was used to set all the pieces in place, but a Bosmer’s bones are quite light and fragile – adapted for life in the treetops I suppose. Unlike Sir Agronak’s broken leg, which took only a couple days to fully mend, it will be at least a month before that arm is healed enough to shoot a bow again.”

“I have spoken with my new court mage, who I understand is also this elf’s guildmagister. Sigrid believes our young knight will fully recover. Do you concur with that prognosis?

“Yes, Milady. Sigrid and I have worked extensively on these injuries over the past several days and are both encouraged.”

“I understand she was mated to our brave Captain Matius. Can either you or this knight at her bedside sense how her spirit fares?”

“Dame Buffy’s lots tougher than she looks.” The gruff words were unmistakably those of Mazoga. Why was she here instead of escorting Martin to safety?

“I believe Sir Mazoga is right.” The soothing Redguard accent that I now associated with High Priestess Oleta continued, “When I lay hands on this broken elf, I can feel the inner strength of spirit that I would expect from a knight, but she is warring with denial, guilt and her own will to survive.”

“Having lost Ormellius, I can understand that completely.” It was clear that the older-sounding Colovian voice belonged to Countess Odalys Goldwine. “You have done a magnificent job with all our valiant patients, Oleta. Do you need anything?”

“Yes, Milady. Despite my assurances, Sir Mazoga has not left Dame Buffy’s side for days now except to relieve herself. Squire Fanador has been delivering food and drink to sustain her. Even Sir Agronak has been unable to dissuade her from the vigil. Perhaps you can convince her, as a fellow noble, that even mighty knights need rest.”

A disapproving orcish snort reached my ears.

“Leave us, Priestess,” ordered the Countess.

“As you wish, Milady.”

After a few moments I heard Lady Goldwine’s hushed voice. “Sir Mazoga, I have spoken frankly with Martin about his. . . destiny. He has requested and received my leave to proceed under the protection of Baurus, you and Sir Agronak. Those who would attempt to destroy an entire city to kill one man will stop at nothing. I fear for both Martin’s safety and that of my city. You heard the Priestess; in time, your friend will recover. Until then, she is in good hands.”

“Forgive me, Your Countessness. I’m a knight only because of Dame Buffy’s bravery, skills and belief in me. I won’t budge from her side until I hear it from her.”

I tried to speak, but my lips refused to move.

“Martin warned me of your stubborn loyalty, knight, but I must confess admiration for it. Despite her injuries and loss, Dame Buffy is fortunate to have such a friend. Think on what I have said about the danger to both Martin and Kvatch. I hope that our brave young knight will soon be able to grant your leave.”

“It’s time for this small patient’s daily visit to the altar.” Oleta’s voice signaled her return.

I was gently lifted and carried by mighty arms that could only belong to Mazoga. My right hand was placed on what felt like stone. I recognized the comforting magicka that washed over me as the healing power of Akatosh. I was able to briefly flutter my eyes open long enough to see the blurry image of Mazoga’s beautiful face. “Rest now, Buff,” she whispered. “I’ll put you back in bed now. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

I drifted off to sleep, in search of Savlian Matius.

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When next my eyes opened, Mazoga was sitting next to me. “Morning, Buff. Welcome back. I sure been worried about you.”

I could feel my left arm was bound to that side. Someone had put me into my University green bag and my right hand was engulfed in Mazoga’s. I lifted my head. There were several beds on both sides of me but, save mine, all were empty. I looked around, my eyes searching.

“He’s not coming back,” said Mazoga gently.

I blinked as tears filled my eyes. “P-part of me knows that, ‘Zoga, but I can’t help expecting him to walk right into the door of this chapel.”

“I can tell you loved him very much.”

“He was my h-hero, battle-scarred but invincible. I-I can’t. . .” my words turned to mournful sobs and my body began shaking as Mazoga carefully pulled me into her arms, “. . . c-can’t believe he’s g-gone!” More waves of sobbing tears shook me after finally giving voice to what I had struggled to deny.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Agronak.” Mazoga’s words tenderly wrapped around me. “When my friend Ra’vindra was killed, I was lost for a long time. I turned really mean and did some bad things. But a little elf somehow saw beyond the angry monster I had become. She believed in me, helped avenge Ra’vindra and made me a real knight. Then she sent me a champion – the orc of my dreams. Everything good in my life is because of you, Buff. Savlian Matius led a city to freedom and is the hero of Kvatch, but I’ll always be grateful to him because he saved your life from that big Daedra thing with the teeth and tail. He’d only want the best for you.”

I looked up as huge green thumbs tried to wipe my tears. “You’re right. H-he told me to live my long elven life.” That much was true; then I lied to my friend: “I will be fine.”

“I know you will, Buff. Like I told Countess Kvatch and that Priestess, you’re tougher than you look.” She then managed to curl her upper lip into a smile. “They haven’t seen you face down a hungry she-orc who thought your horse was breakfast.”

I felt the fleeting visit of a faint smile while recalling the rocky beginnings of my friendship with Mazoga. “I was terrified that you were going to crush me, but when it comes to Superian I don’t count the cost.”

“Savlian clearly thought the same way about you, Buff. It’ll take time for both that arm and your heart to heal – but they will.”

I couldn’t believe that the hollow pit of pain where my heart had been torn from me would ever heal, but that is not what my sister knight needed to hear. “You made a promise to Martin, contingent upon a free Kvatch. It’s time now to follow your destiny as a Knight of Akatosh.”

Mazoga raised one battle-singed eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to leave your side and take up that quest?”

I commanded a smile to my face. “Yes. I expect Brother Baurus is quite anxious to get his charge to safety – with the help of you, Agronak and Fanador.”

“Brother Baurus?” Mazoga frowned. “More like Mother Baurus. He hasn’t let Martin out of his sight.” In response to my own lifted eyebrow, she added sheepishly, “Any more than I guess I’ve let you out of mine.”

I nodded.

“Okay, Buff. I know the others are ready. I’ll have Fanador load up Lunch Bucket - our donkey - and we’ll leave this afternoon.”

Suddenly I felt Acadian stir. During my time at the chapel, his emotions had been raw and confused like mine. I knew that he shared my mourning for what had been taken from us. What I felt from him now however, was quite specific. Although I could fathom no reason for his silent and cryptic request, I trusted my paladin. “Will you get my pack, ‘Zoga?”

“Sure, it’s right here under the bed.”

After she helped me find the sheets of parchment I sought, I pushed them into her giant hand. “The evening after we closed that Oblivion Gate, Savlian had me write down what we learned inside the Deadlands. I can’t explain why, but I think you and Agronak should have this.”

“Whatever you say, my wise little pal.” The notes went into her pack. “Go back to sleep now, Buff,” she whispered as her tusks and lips gently grazed my forehead. “Agronak and I will take care of Martin.”

Now the main quest finally moves forward - without our little dragonfly.

And our dragonfly finally begins to accept her hero's loss. As broken as her heart is right now, it will mend, just like her arm. How appropriate that Mazoga reminded Buffy of her impact on our favorite Orsimer Knight.

And we see the depths of the friendship between 'Zoga and Buffy. If nothing else, this will help Buffy begin to heal, this and Superian's love.

I have to admit that I didn't cry reading the last episode when Savlian died. I suppose I felt the battle shock too much to be affected. But reading Buffy's natural reaction as she begins to grapple with his loss has made my eyes suspiciously wet. And I'm blowing my nose - always a good indicator of emotional involvement.

And I see our paladin was also affected by the tragic turn of events. I'm sure he is feeling every pain and ache in Buffy's body and spirit, but I'm glad he has retained enough sense of mind to get those notes to 'Zoga. I've a feeling our Orsimer Son's Champions will need them! I doubt that they will let Martin down, nor do I doubt that the Oblivion Crisis will drag on much longer with those two in charge!

Oh, I see. It is interesting the way you had done their relationship and these hints with the bears and eagles. Damn myself for not catching any of that. Poor Buffy, a month without using the bow. I suppose for her it is a relief she won't have to engage in any strenuous activities for awhile, not after what had happened. But every Bosmer loves their bow. Sad that she went to sleep to search for Savlian once more...it is tragic to know she can only see and meet him in memories and dreams. The part where she cries and sobs is also very heartbreaking. Just reading it makes me sad. It is amazing how characters in a story can impact us even in minor moments such as these, eh? And a new quest begins with Martin Septim. This is a great saga, Acadian!

Another powerful and emotionally captivating chapter, but in a much different way to the previous.

I enjoyed very much the conversation between Mazoga and Buffy. The deep love that Mazoga clearly has for our Dame shines through perfectly.



The above quote from Sir Mazoga brought my heart to a warm flutter. This act of reassurance and comfort was just what dear Buffy needed. It might not ease Buffy of her greif, but at least she is assured that she is not alone.

And not only that, of course, but the caring attitude shown by dear Oleta.



This line felt very powerful for me.

Another great chapter and the first part of what I'm sure will be a very fitting finale.

The countess checking up on Buffy, and it sounds like she isn’t the first to come. Mazoga! I am glad to hear that she’s stayed with Buffy, she needs a friend like that big orc when she wakes.

Awww… I knew this was going to be difficult when she woke. I’m tearing up again.

The paladin realized what was coming while Buffy was hurt. He was wise to have their knowledge of the gates given to the orcs. They will need that knowledge.

Another hugely touching chapter. Buffy pretending to pull herself together for the sake of Martin's safety was heroic, even if she never will wear the title of hero. You excelled yourself in these last chapters, totally AWESOME WRITE !!!!!!!! Poor Buffy

Double post, sorry!

High Priestess Oleta. Now that has a nice ring to it. As does Countess Goldwine. I love how you show us something the game never did. Kvatch moving on and rebuilding.

And so good to see Sir Mazoga there at our fragile Dame's side, and in typical Mazoga fashion, refusing to leave! Mazoga has always been a staunch friend, the kind I am sure Buffy will need greatly in the days to come.

Someone put Buffy into one of those green bags! Oh noes! I hope no one sees her!

Savlian Matius led a city to freedom and is the hero of Kvatch
Yes indeed. He is certainly the most deserving of that honorific. Another wonderful change from what we normally find in the game!

Mother Baurus! Perfect! So true too.

And finally Buffy passes on the torch to Mazoga, for her, Sir Agronak, Squire Fanador, and of course Lunch Bucket (such a perfect name!) to carry on the fight against the Daedra. I have no doubt that the Green Company will take good care of the new Emperor.

This has been a wonderful telling of a great tale. These are not tears; I've just got something in my eye...

Even though Buffy couldn’t open her eyes, the opening discussion painted such a clear picture of how time is moving on around her. The victors are already organized for the future, and the remaining heroes need to move on without her. Mazoga’s tender care of her friend was so touching. I love her stubborn insistence on remaining at Buffy’s side. Even Her Countessness couldn’t budge her!

What a wonderful conversation when Buffy returned to the world. Mazoga’s touches of humor were so welcome. Lunch Bucket and Mother Baurus! And of course her story of their early faceoff over Superian was a gentle way to remind Buffy of some important things.

It was encouraging to hear from Acadian, and for Buffy to notice that she was wearing her University green bag. I’m sure she’s not finished with the turning inward that comes with this kind of grieving, but she’s starting to wake up. Her selfless lie to Mazoga was so Buffy. I'm glad we get to share this part of Buffy's painful journey.

Blimey... ...

The whole end section was amazingly heartbreaking... ...

Killing off Salvian was a brave move...And I applaud your resoning behind it...

*Bows down*...

Brilliant chapters...Loved them both...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

In Episode 170, Buffy was gradually recovering in Kvatch’s chapel. We learned more about her injuries as the semiconscious elf overheard a bedside conversation between Countess Odalys, High Priestess Oleta and Sir Mazoga. The next morning, Buffy was able to open her eyes and speak. With the help of Mazoga, she began to come to grips with the reality of Savlian’s death. When she realized Mazoga had no intention of leaving her side, Buffy granted leave to do so - reminding the knight of a promise made to Martin and a destiny shared with Agronak. Mazoga agreed to depart on the quest of escorting Tamriel’s next Emperor to safety and, ultimately, his throne.

Rider- Dragonfly! I love it! Thank you for those kind words. Buffy has amassed many friends in her story – and she needs them now.

Darkness Eternal- Our bowgirl’s month restriction on shooting will likely be aggravated by self doubts as well as the need for a new bow. Her mighty enchanted Slayer was destroyed of course when she blocked the Daedroth’s blow that broke her arm. Her cursed magic at the time prevented her from automatically shielding her bow with a spell as she blocked with it. Thank you so much for your wonderful support during a tough time for Buffy.

Rihanae- Aww, thanks! I’m so glad you can feel some of what Buffy and I do for dear Mazoga. Oleta, as a high priestess (and mother to Lissa ), heals empathically and can ‘sense’ her patients just like Buffy does. She’ll share a little more of what she sensed from Buffy in this next episode.

KC- Thank you. I’m trying to use those notes Savlian had Buffy make on closing an Oblivion Gate as a thread of continuity pointing to the Main Quest of course. Even though Buffy didn’t understand, I’m glad she listened to her paladin in giving them to Mazoga.

mALX- Wow! Thank you so much. You and I have been at this together for a very long time and your support is such a wonderful treasure.

SubRosa- Thank you. Hee! I knew you would get a kick out of Buffy waking up in her University issue ‘green bag’. Despite the heaviness of our current theme, I’m trying hard to inject a (faint) smile here and there. ‘Lunch Bucket’ just seemed such a natural name for an orc to call a donkey.

Glargg- Thank you so much, my Nordic friend. I’m so pleased you are with us!

Grits- It can sometimes be a challenge 'show' things when we stay so rigidly in Buffy's perspective - but a challenge we relish. I'm so glad her sense of hearing alone was able to convey the opening scene that her eyes could not. Thank you for enjoying the little trip down memory lane – that face off between Buff and ‘Zoga over Superian waaay back in Leyawiin is one of my fave moments. Thank you also for endorsing my choice to not stop the book quite yet and letting me share at least the beginnings of Buffy’s long recovery.

McBadgere- Thank you! I’m so glad you got your puter all healed up. I hope your father-in-law is doing better. If he needs a bypass, I so hope the surgery and recovery go well.



Savlian and I stood arm-in-arm at the gates of our shining city atop the mountain. He was resplendent in his armor and spotless surcoat. I wore a gown of royal blue silk – with matching slippers, of course. He said to the small cluster of new arrivals, “On behalf of Countess Odalys Goldwine, welcome to Kvatch. I’m Savlian Matius, and honored to command those who protect our city. This beautiful elf at my side is the love of my life.”

I smiled proudly. “Welcome to Kvatch. I’m Buffy.”

“Dame Buffy?” My eyes fluttered open, but the Imperial in gleaming armor wearing the insignia of a Legion officer and Kvatch surcoat was not Savlian. “Welcome back to us, Milady,” continued Lucilius. “Sigrid and I have visited each day, hoping to find you awake.”

Seated next to him was my guildmagister. I sighed, but managed a smile. “Thank you both for coming to see me. Lucilius, I see you found the battlefield commission Savlian left for you.”

He nodded awkwardly. “We discovered it while relocating the encampment up to just outside the city gates. When I presented the Captain’s letter to Lady Odalys she immediately placed me in command, assuring me the Legion would not attempt to countermand her decision.”

“C-congratulations,” I managed to say. “Savlian chose wisely.”

“For a time,” said Sigrid as she gracefully changed the subject, “we were worried that you might lose that left arm. Akatosh placed the shattered bone fragments perfectly, but it took Oleta and I several days to mend the mess it made of the flesh between your shoulder and elbow. Guildmagister Carahil from Anvil even visited for a couple days to assist with the final cosmetic repairs. Thanks to her efforts I don’t think you’ll have any residual scarring. I’m delighted to see a hint of color in your cheeks today.”

“The whole encampment is now just outside the walls?” I asked, moving the subject right back to Kvatch.

“Aye,” replied Lucilius. “Things are happening quickly. Countess Umbranox of Anvil has dispatched her castle’s chief engineer to help coordinate our rebuilding. She’s even sent another large tent to serve as temporary court and quarters for Lady Odalys and her steward.”

“What color is this one?” I asked, almost managing a smile. “As outlandish as the others?”

“Of course,” replied Sigrid. “Alternating vertical stripes of purple and white.”

“Captain Matius would be pleased with the progress, were he here to see it,” said Lucilius. “Fortunately, the castle’s coffers were not empty. Adequate amounts of lumber, along with stone and other supplies, are beginning to arrive.”

“Who is your second in command, Lucilius?”

“Merandil, who sends both his regards and appreciation for your brave service with his archers. He’s overseeing the withdrawal of soldiers back to their cities and the transition of Camp Defiance to house the influx of workers and tradesmen arriving to help rebuild Kvatch.”

“I hope he serves you as well as you did Savlian.”

“Thank you, Milady. You’ll be pleased to know that when we moved the encampment, I had everything arranged everything inside your tent just the way you and the Captain had it. It’s waiting for you as soon as Oleta says you’re ready to leave the chapel.”

“I-it’s not my tent,” I said. “It’s the command tent – yours now.”

Lucilius produced a handkerchief for the tears that had found their way down my cheeks then he started to protest, “But you-“

“I can’t stay there,” I interrupted. “Not without Savlian.”

“Of course Buffy doesn’t want to be alone, Lucilius,” said Sigrid as she placed a hand on his arm to stay any further protests. She then looked at me. “I’ll move your belongings into one of the sleeping tents within the guild, so you’ll be close to your fellow mages.” Her fingers moved from Lucilius’ arm to my right hand and I could see her eyes moisten. “I just can’t believe he’s gone, Buffy.”

“It’s my fault, Sigrid,” I said quietly. I blinked to stem some tears and used Lucilius’ handkerchief to dab at those that escaped. “My potions were all crushed by the falling roof trap and that Dremora mage cursed my magic. I was foolish and arrogant to not have carried even a single scroll of dispelling that might have changed the outcome. Savlian’s steel was there for me – even to his death. Yet, when he needed my magic, I-I failed him.”

“Don’t tread that path,” admonished Sigrid gently. “He knew all about your limitations and loved you as much for them as in spite of them. In fact, I’m sure your vulnerability is a large part of what drew him to you. Buffy, you are the best thing that ever happened to Savlian Matius.”

I squeezed Sigrid’s hand gratefully. “As he was to me.”

“That’s enough visiting for today,” said Oleta as she appeared at the foot of my bed. “Lucilius, put those muscles to use and carefully carry Dame Buffy to the altar for her daily blessing. Then I want you two to leave so my patient can get a good night of rest.”

Once Lucilius completed his task and returned me to bed, I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, anxious for sleep so I could be with Savlian.

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“Good, Buffy!” encouraged the High Priestess. “I’m barely holding your arm and you’re walking without a trace of limp from that right ankle.”

As we slowly made our way from Akatosh’s altar of healing, I said, “Thanks for agreeing to drop the ‘Dame’ stuff, Oleta. I’m feeling much less lightheaded on my feet this morning.”

“Sit,” the Redguard commanded as we approached my bed. “I’m going to unbind that left arm from your side.” As Oleta worked, she said, “You have visitors coming soon and I want to finish before they arrive.”

“Visitors?” I repeated.

“Yes,” she replied cryptically. “Now, keep this sling on for another week as a reminder to limit use of that arm.” A gentle finger wag accompanied her next words: “Oh, and I don’t want you using a bow for at least a month.”

At the sudden clattering of hooves on stone, I spun my head toward the sound. “Superian!” I cried out. She was flanked by Bolden and Moria.

Oleta announced, “I reluctantly approved a short visit.”

As Bolden led the wide-eyed mare to my bedside, she stopped her nervous prancing and lowered her head to investigate. My one good arm wrapped around her long nose as tears streamed down my face. The vibration of my mare’s contented nicker was like a soothing potion to this mess of an elf. “Thank you,” I managed to mouth up at the stable master.

“Superian needed the visit more than you,” said Bolden. “She’s been difficult to handle and, for the past several days, has had little interest in eating.”

Moria added, “Only by letting her sniff your turnip could we settle her down.”

“Tunic,” corrected Bolden. “Sigrid gave us the remnants of what you wore under your armor during the battle to free Kvatch.”

Undeterred, Moria continued, “I figured since smelling your turnick made her feel better, you might like having something of hers to sniff when she’s not here.” Unwrapping a small piece of burlap to reveal the gift, she added, “I dried it in the sun first.”

The High Priestess wrinkled her nose, clearly not amused. “You can just wrap that right back up and take it with you when you go, young lady – perhaps to fertilize some flowers. I’m quite sure this patient doesn’t require such a. . . reminder to recall the smell of her mare.”

Ignoring Moria’s impressive pout as the girl rewrapped Superian’s ‘present’, Oleta continued, “Now, I need to get a broom and some supplies from the undercroft. Since my other priest left yesterday, work here has increased.” Rolling her eyes, she added, “Typical mysterious Martin; all he would say is that Akatosh was calling him to serve in a different way. It’s fortunate that both orcish knights, along with their squire and that Talosian monk, happened to be heading east and agreed to let Martin travel with them for a time.”

Bolden said, “I thought Tavia was giving you a hand here in the chapel, now that Martin’s gone.”

“Oh, she’s been a wonderful help,” replied Oleta. “In fact I expect to appoint her as a Charity Sister soon.”

Moria’s eyes opened wide.

“Don’t you worry, child,” said Oleta. “Once folks start to move back into the city, Tavia and your whole Orphans Guild will have a home right here in the House of Akatosh.” As she headed for the stone steps leading down to the undercroft, Oleta admonished over one shoulder, “By the time I return, I expect this fine animal will have found the nourishment her spirit needs so she can return to the stable for some proper food.”

Nuzzling Superian as best I could, I said to Bolden, “Lucilius and Sigrid told me the whole encampment has been moved to the upper plateau just outside the city walls. Did the stable move as well?”

“Aye,” replied the Redguard. “Back to its original spot, but fully rebuilding High Country Stables is pretty far down the Countess’ list of priorities. I guess I can understand that. Work is just beginning on the castle, guilds, homes and shops inside the walls, but you can already see progress on Weedum-Ja’s Wolf’s Head Tavern. At least the arena is lower on the list than the stable. In fact, Lady Odalys has proclaimed she’ll transition our amphitheater from blood sport to musical concerts and stage plays. I’m not so sure how that’ll work out.”

“Don’t try my patience, stable master.” The High Priestess had reappeared upstairs. “It’s time for hoofed visitors to leave and this elf needs her rest. She has a big day tomorrow, for I expect to release her in the morning.” Brandishing the broom in her hands as if she meant business, Oleta added, “Now, shoo!”

“I’m so grateful to you both,” I said, “for bringing Superian to visit.”

“Not as grateful as she is, I’m sure,” replied Bolden as he and Moria obediently led my mare toward the chapel’s door.

“You’re letting me out of here tomorrow?” I said to Oleta. “Are y-you sure I’m ready?”

After a last stern look at Superian’s rump, her face softened. She leaned the broom against a column then gracefully sat beside me on the bed. “Your ankle is all better and that troublesome arm is mending nicely.” Her gentle fingers brushed some blond strays from my face. “Buffy, I know your heart was also broken. Even the Dragon God of Time’s full bounty cannot completely heal that. It will get better though, and you will find you are not alone in your loss. Besides, you don’t need the roof of Akatosh over your head. Kynareth will bring you comfort.”

“Kynareth?” Despite blinking back tears, I said, “But, High Priestess, I am a child of Mara.”

“I’m aware that elves grow up slowly, but I expect you are a child no longer. I have spent much time with hands laid upon you. There is an odd duality to your spirit. . . as if another somehow dwells within you. Regardless, I sense both Mara and the ancient Nordic variation of Kynareth. It is Mara who taught you to love, but the free spirited Goddess of sky, travelers and forest that can help you mourn. You are a wood elf and need to spend time outdoors. Embrace the cleansing tears of Kyne – what we call rain.”

We open with cruel dreams of what will never pass.

Lucilius was kind to have Buffy’s and Sav’s things moved and kept as it was, but Sigrid is right, Buffy wouldn’t want to sit in a tent alone with Sav’s belongings surrounding her. Moving back with her guild is the best solution I can think of as well. Sigrid’s right about Buffy and Sav, why he loved her and was drawn to her. Buffy naturally has some guilt that she will probably carry with her for a long time to a greater or lesser degree.

I closed my eyes, anxious for sleep so I could be with Savlian.
Aww, that’s so sad!

Superian! How sweet! That’s just what Buffy needed!

Hah! I enjoyed Oleta’s short complaint about Martin. If only she knew.

I’m not surprised that Oleta sensed Acadian within Buffy. Kynareth is about to play a larger role in Buffy’s life it sounds like.

Quite the wonderful, delightful sweet installment to Book One! It's obvious that Buffy still feels the pain of losing Savlian very strongly; yet she is showing encouraging signs of recovery in her emotional involvement with those who call themselves her friends (and rightfully so!).

How wonderful of Boldon and Moria to bring Superian into the Chapel of Akatosh to see Buffy! It makes sense that Superian would be upset over not seeing Buffy for a few days - those daily visits was the one regular thing in the mare's hectic life since she became Buffy's sole choice of transportation. I did laugh at Moria's choice of a reminder of Superian for Buffy, and at Oleta's rather emphatic reaction to it! That child is quite the treasure!

A wonderful beginning, as Buffy seeks refuge in the comfort of her dreams. Sadly, a dream not to last.

Lucillius is now officially captain. There is another excellent BtB touch, that makes the story of Kvatch so different from what the game offers us.

Also nice to see the Countess of Anvil still lending a hand, and a brightly striped tent. Purple stripes was a good touch, with it being the color of royalty in so many RL cultures.

There is the guilt that I expected to see. I wonder how long it will take Buffy to forgive herself for living, when Savlian did not? A long time I am sure. That is not an easy thing for someone with a conscience to get over, if ever.

At least she is not such a lightheaded dame in the second part of today's episode.

Yay for Superian! At least Buffy still has one of her oldest and truest friends there for her. In the chapel no less! Let's just hope that she does not leave any road apples behind after her visit.

I loved Moira and Buffy's turnip... turnick... tunic. Phhhewww! Nice and stinky! It was a good touch of humor in what is otherwise a very somber episode.

I see the priest of Akatosh has moved on as well. As Oleta said, it is a good things those knights and that monk just happened to be going the same way.

Nice to hear that the Countess plans to change the Arena from gladiatorial shows to theatrical ones. I am sure that once people get a taste of a few plays by William of the Trembling Lance that they will find it just as fun. Without anyone having to die. I think Kvatch has had enough bloodshed for some time.

So nice to end it with Oleta's observations on Buffy's dual nature, and the she needs the grace of Kyne as much as that of Mara to heal.

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Bless poor Buffy's heart, she is a shell of her usual self. To me, this quote was the most powerful line in the chapter for anyone who has ever grieved they know this feeling:






Now THAT is a line designed to bring in a certain Foxy man.




WOO HOO !!! A clue to Acadian's history !!!

Totally AWESOME write !!!


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