Have you ridden horses, Acadian? You sure know a lot about them. In my roleplays, I always imagine the stablehands do a lot of those caring for horses. And then we "tip" (bribe) them.

Cool. Yes, she's got Nilawen and also the Bosmer who runs Archer's Paradox to chat with. Saga always chats with Daenlin for a couple hours, while I press the Wait button. Oh by the way, a perfect arrow flies forever.



Right. I'm thinking a huge battleaxe or something BIG. Buffy seems to think katana though. Well. Seems she's about to get sidetracked.

Button is fixture in Bravil, just like Olava the Fair or Antoine. It would not be Bravil without her. Like Michael Moorcock's Eternal Champion, she exists across all universes.

Uh oh, the Fighter's Guild is headed to Bruma. It will be a hard trip for them.

I liked Buffy's casual use of spells to lock and unlock doors, and navigate around.

Buffy can see over his shoulders? Is she standing on a crate?

Well that Mythic Dawn book puts the nail in Han's murder.

Whew! Julian is glad to be counted among those these days! Though it was the Nord she killed, not Hans, but still . . .

Which makes me wonder if it's worthwhile having Julian encounter these sleeper agents who did not run across her during her Grand Tour . . .

Loved visiting with Daenlin again. He's such a sweetheart - won my heart ever since he said "I'm so happy to see you I could burst!"

It's possible. Male Bosmer are generally shorter than female Bosmer.

More details behind Hans' death - it might have been for good, it seems.

I like the scene as Buffy makes her way in the shop, arranges flowers for Daenlin, then leaves. And domica redwort even - the pretties flower in Cyrodiil.

Previously- As Buffy made her way into Bravil to spend the night at her guild, she paused at the general store to catch up on news with Nilawen, then sought out her archery master, Daenlin. She discovered the Bravil Fighters Guild branch had recently shipped out to ‘somewhere cold’. She also learned more details about the death of Hans Black-Nail – enough to conclude that Hans was a Mythic Dawn cultist and the Blades were almost certainly responsible for his demise.

*

Renee- My experience with horses was fairly limited prior to Buffy. She came out of the chute as a horse crazy elf though so my work was cut out for me as I schooled myself on horses. Wiki, Acadian Sr, mALX and Rider contributed greatly to what has become a workable enough knowledge, I think, to support a mage’s magical horse. I think you are right about stablehands. Buffy and Superian are very often on the road without access to stables however, so it has become a necessary habit for Buffy to ensure the mare’s needs herself. That frequent time together is important to Buffy and Superian both.

SubRosa- We’ll see more of Button before leaving Bravil. Buffy was absolutely thinking about Pappy, Tadrose and Teresa when she learned that the FG had shipped out to ‘somewhere cold’. You and I both enjoy the creativity of incorporating magic into daily matter-of-fact life. Yup, I think we got old Hans’ number.

Rider- It was fun spending time with both Nilawen and Daenlin since they both figured so prominently into her childhood in Bravil. As you recall, Nilawen was midwife at Buffy’s birth upstairs in her shop while Daenlin sat nervously on the front steps of the shop with Buffy’s father as the rising sun announced Buffy’s birth.

macole- We adjusted Buffy’s height in Oblivion to 0.88 and her weight to 0.80. Our target for her is 4’10” and 85 lbs. I figure Daenlin is about 5’4” so Buffy should be able to peek over his shoulders. Incidentally, Buffy thinks in terms of standing 14.5 hands to the top of her head and weighing 6 stone.

Lopov- Thanks for noting the scene in Daenlin’s shop. I try to bring attention to the beautiful relationship between the old archery master and his devoted protégé whenever the opportunity allows. Even though Buffy will not agree, Daenlin realizes the skill of the student has eclipsed that of the master – and he views that as his greatest achievement.



After a short predawn ride, I had unsummoned Superian’s tack and already given her a light grooming by the time the sun spilled its first golden rays into the stable. Though the facility was modest, Antoine kept it well-mucked out and reliably ensured his guests had plenty of fresh hay and clean water available. “Dawn,” I complained with a giggle, “I’m trying to treat Superian to a couple handfuls of grain here and I can’t see what I’m doing with you fluttering around my face!” I sighed as the butterfly quite ignored my hint for her to move out of the way. By the time I finished and headed back to the guild for breakfast, Dawn had winged away.

I frowned as I contemplated my pending appointment at the castle later in the morning. While Count Leyawiin was an ally and could be relied upon to conduct business in a gracious and courtly manner, my limited dealings with Count Bravil had shown him to be a rather pompous boor and openly disdainful toward Bosmer.

*

Count Regulus Terentius slouched upon his throne in wrinkled blue velvet that had seen better days. I was not encouraged by the frown as he read my letter of introduction from the Arch Mage. When finished, he passed the parchment to Fathis Aren. “Tell me, Court Wizard, is this genuine? Am I to believe Traven trusts a bark biter dressed in animal skins to do his bidding?” He turned to me as Fathis began studying the letter. “Viera tells me you recovered the body of a Legion rider while frolicking in the forest or whatever you elves do. She believes your story and talked me out of having you arrested for attempting to steal a Legion horse. I assure you though, that if you’re expecting some sort of reward for scavenging the dead, you’ve another thing coming. And you have the gall to call yourself a knight!“

“Milord, I am only a knight errant.”

“Yes, yes, and dubbed by that fool in Leyawiin.”

“Milord, I -“

“Silence!” he growled. “Alessia and I were quite close. Several times while enjoying my hospitality as she traveled to or from visiting her mother in Chorrol, the poor dear expressed concerns about how highly her husband spoke of you.” He looked me up and down as if undressing me with his eyes. “I can imagine the currency you used to purchase your title. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Marius Caro framed Alessia for treason just so you could get her out of the -“

“Ahem.” The timely interruption came from Fathis Aren. “Milord, this missive from Arch Mage Traven is not only genuine, but the heir he refers to is consistent with what the Elder Council has told you.”

Count Terentius looked disappointed. “Damn mages are nothing but trouble; however, Traven has Ocato’s ear and ready access to the rest of the Council.” He sighed as if disgusted. “So, tree elf who would call herself both knight and mage, speak.”

I had expected a cool reception but was still taken aback by his uncourtly words and manner. I quickly convinced myself that the man’s petty insinuations paled in significance when measured against the task at hand. I would not allow him to goad me into an angry response. “Count Terentius, I briefly met Martin Septim some time ago and, more recently, have spoken with his champions. He needs your aide.” I then carefully detailed the grave situation. After describing Martin’s desperate plan to permanently seal shut the jaws of Oblivion, I added, “Tamriel’s next Emperor will remember those who assist Bruma during her time of need,” I paused briefly, “and those who do not.”

The Count’s face was unreadable as he turned to his guard commander. “Viera, does this elfling know what she’s talking about?”

The soldier’s voice was measured as she replied, “Dame Buffy’s name is known within the Legion. Those who served at Kvatch confirm that she entered Cyrodiil’s first Oblivion Gate with Captain Savlian Matius and helped him close it. She then fought at his side as the small force he commanded retook the city. Yes, Milord, she is well qualified to address the threat posed by Daedric hordes.”

“Matius!” spat the Count as he glared at me. “By kicking Dagon’s hornet nest at Kvatch, that fetcher escalated a minor inconvenience into an Empire-wide crisis! He was a damn fool and shows exactly what can happen when a low born ends up in charge of a city! Were you a true knight instead of a promiscuous camp follower, you would have convinced Matius that sacrificing one city to save the Empire is not unreasonable homage to a Daedra Lord.”

Both hands planted themselves on my hips and my chin jutted forward defiantly. “My reputation is of no import beyond carrying the words of Martin Septim, but I will not allow insults to the Hero of Kvatch to go unanswered!" So much for not being goaded, Buffy. "Savlian Matius did indeed reject the folly of attempting to appease the Daedric Lord of Destruction’s insatiable appetite. He fully understood that Mehrunes Dagon's objective was - and still is - to turn all of Tamriel into a dead land of fire where Daedra rule. The valiant man who led Kvatch back from the brink of destruction paid for his city’s freedom with his very life. Will history record you as not lifting a finger to help Martin Septim reestablish the barriers protecting Nirn?”

Pale blue sparks of warning charged the air around Fathis Aren’s fingers. My irreverent words had also drawn Viera’s hand to the grip of her arming sword. The Count’s face reddened as he leaned forward to speak.

Suddenly, a feeling of terror penetrated my spirit. Superian was in danger! An instant later, a soldier burst into the great hall. “Milord!” He was out of breath and I could hear thunder rolling outside now that the doors were open. “An Oblivion Gate has just opened within arrow shot of our northern walls! Right on the tourney grounds!”

I vaguely remember Viera barking orders, but I was already in a dead run to my mare. Once outside the castle, the familiar dark sky and jagged bolts of lightning above only spurred me to greater speed. The distance wasn’t great, but I still had to pause briefly as I exited the city to magically restore my flagging endurance.

So I guess in this case, Han did not shoot first...

Another lovely little interlude with Buffy's butterfly friend Dawn. I love how you are teasing these little things in the story, as we the reader know something about Dawn that Buffy does not.

It seems the hospitality of Count Terentius's court has not improved. Wow, Buffy is showing a lot of restraint. I don't think even January could have refrained from planting a knuckle sandwich in his jabber.

As I expected when Savlian Matius' name came up, Buffy's dander finally rose with it. She gave back with a great deal of poise and restraint.

Oh noes! I am used to bolts of lightning cracking from the sky heralding the arrival of one of Detroit's caped crusaders. But in this case, it surely means quite the opposite! Time for Buffy to do what she does best!

Episode 22

“Well, stuff me gently,” I mused aloud.

*spits tea* “Over his shoulder” also made me smile.

The dark Fighters Guild reminded me of their fate in Teresa’s story. I’m glad they have a bigger role than the game gives them, but still.

Episode 23

Yikes! Count Bravil was way worse than I was expecting. Dame Buffy was impressive with her controlled response. Whoa, but then he insulted Savlian! Yay, Buffy! Her reply to that was just as impressive.

Superian has found a Gate to Oblivion!

I expected the meeting with Terentius to go bad, but I didn't foresee him mentioning Matius!

Before reading today's episode I remembered your words that death of Alessia Caro will influence Buffy's meeting with Terentius.

In Croatia there's a town called Split where I used to vacate years ago. There's a century-old saying in that town, which translated goes sth like "You can talk against me all you want, but don't say a bad word against Split." In Buffy's case it's Matius - she managed to keep it cool, but when Terentius put her fallen hero on display, Buffy's cup was full.

Let's see if Buffy's aid to Bravil will make him change his mind, although he doesn't come across as someone that'd apologize.

Split? That is where Diocletion's palace is if I recall.

Very good! Have you been there or are you familiar with it because of the palace?

I have never been. I just know it from reading Roman history, and seeing pictures. It is a great place to build an Imperial palace.

Previously- Buffy met with Count Bravil and relayed Martin Septim’s plans as well as his request for aide to Bruma. When the subject of Kvatch came up, the Count launched a tirade against Savlian Matius. Buffy lost her temper and strongly defended the valor and choices of the Hero of Kvatch. Before the Count could react to having his views openly challenged in his own court, the meeting was interrupted with news that an Oblivion Gate had just opened right outside the city’s north gate. Simultaneously, Buffy sensed Superian’s fear. All thoughts of the tense situation in the throne room evaporated as Buffy raced out of the castle to ensure the safety of her precious mare.

*

SubRosa- Thanks for noting the interlude with Dawn; we’ll lift the veil for Buffy about the butterfly in a couple episodes. Even though Buffy’s reaction was somewhat restrained, her impertinent words were still quite risky, given the power and hostility wielded by Count Terentius in his own court. The Oblivion Gate’s fortuitous timing likely kept Buffy out of Bravil’s dungeon – or worse.

Grits- I’m so glad that ‘Well, stuff me gently,’ caused its desired reaction. It is a rather unique saying that Buffy borrowed from Mrs Acadian and I find elegantly endearing. I too spit tea the first time I heard it. I slightly preceded the guard’s notification about the Oblivion Gate by a warning from Superian as a good opportunity to show the mystical bond between the elf and her dragon-mare.

Lopov- Buffy had good reason to be proud of her restraint in the face of insults to her own morals and character. Insulting her late Savlian, however, was predictably more than she could tolerate. As ever, when it comes to protecting those she loves, Buffy never counts the cost. You are correct that one of the reasons for the Countess Alessia execution subplot back in Leyawiin was to support this scene with Count Terentius.



Soldiers, backed up by townsfolk armed with axes or spears, had formed a ragged skirmish line between the open Oblivion Gate and the approach to the bridge that provided access into Bravil. Defenders outnumbered Daedra at this point and the defense seemed to be holding. Arrows, from atop the city’s north wall flew over my head to engage foes as they emerged from the Deadlands. As I sped across the bridge I noted that the defenders’ positioning also provided some protection for my destination – the stable.

I met Antoine at the corral’s entrance, pitchfork in hand and defiantly ready to protect the horses entrusted to his care. Isabeau was furiously tossing bucketfuls of water onto the stable’s wooden roof and walls to help ward the facility from errant daedric embers or sparks.

The horses were clustered together in one corner of the paddock. I considered asking Acadian to recall our dragon-mare to safety within me, but as quickly rejected the idea; she was not the only horse in danger. Button, the chapel’s draft shire was in clearly in charge though her eyes displayed fear. Aetherius was near panic and reared as I approached. Although Superian was the youngest of the three and fidgeting with uncertain energy, she also had seen more than one Oblivion Gate. She settled quite a bit as soon as she saw me, but it took a calming spell to keep Aetherius’ front hooves on the ground.

“Here, get these on and we’ll take them into the city.” The urgent voice was that of Mara’s living saint, Olava. We quickly had halters on all three horses and led them out of the corral.

Passing Antoine, I assured him, “Olava and I will get the horses inside the city and calmed down.” We then led our frightened charges back across the bridge. Focused on getting my mare to safety, I barely noticed the blue velvet gown of Delphine Jend as she breezed past us on her way out of the city.

When we reached the gate, the young Imperial soldier on duty protested, “You can’t bring those animals into -“

Olava cut him off. “We’re taking these frightened horses to safety. Unless you want the Goddess of Fertility to shrivel your stones to raisins, you’ll let us pass!”

In the chaos around us, he probably didn’t notice the subtle emerald glow to my hand as I gently touched his arm and added, “Please?”

He did as we asked.

Once inside the walls, Olava turned to me. “Buffy, get back out there and earn your keep as the City of Mara’s knight. I’ll tether the horses behind the chapel.”

I nodded, handed her Superian’s lead and ran back out the gate.

On the skirmish line, Gaius Prentus seemed to be in charge. “If you’ll shield me with your steel,” I offered, “my bow and spells are at your service.”

“Aye, we could use the help, Buffy.”

My potent illusion spells quickly proved their worth as I was able to immobilize or command Daedra almost as soon as they exited the flaming portal. That made them easy kills for Bravil’s defenders. “Where’s Viera?” I asked.

“When there’s a threat, Count Terentius’ standing orders are for Captain Lerus and Fathis Aren to serve as his personal bodyguards.” The soldier spat on the body of a dead scamp at his feet. “Damn waste of a skilled officer and powerful wizard if you ask me.”

A chilling thought struck as I looked around. “Where’s Delphind Jend? I saw her coming out here.”

Gaius winced and pointed toward the stone maw belching flames from the Deadlands.

Both hands found my hips. “You let her go in there by herself?!?”

The soldier replied sheepishly. “I ordered her to stand down. . . .”

I caught myself. “I’m sorry, Gaius, you’re right. I don’t know anyone who can stop Delphine.”

“I heard you closed one of these things?”

“Three,” I replied absently as I realized Delphine didn’t even have any water. My thoughts were interrupted as I cast an emerald swirl of magic to immobilize an emerging daedroth. The arrow I loosed to chase my spell was but one of half a dozen from the city walls behind us that dropped the beast before it could recover from my illusion.

“Buffy,” said Gaius, “now that the situation out here has stabilized somewhat, do you think I should send in a team to try and find Delphine?”

“No,” I replied adamantly, “anyone not in physical contact with her when she removes the sigil stone will perish. During one of Guildmagister Kud-Ei’s weekly training sessions, I described how to close an Oblivion Gate. Delphine was there so she knows what she’s in for. If the gate still stands after two days, we can assume she’s failed and I will go in to try and close it.”

He frowned. “So all we can do is wait?”

“Our city and its defenders are counting on your leadership to hold this line.” I touched his arm gently. “Look, Gaius, Delphine is the most skilled destruction mage I know. If anyone can power their way through the Deadlands, it is she.”

“I understand that one of my mages is inside that thing?” I turned toward the Argonian voice to see Kud-Ei. Towering above her was my guildmate Carandial. After Gaius and I both nodded, she continued to the soldier, “Don’t feel badly. Not even I can control Delphine when she sets her mind to a challenge. I can assure you the rest of my guild is better at taking direction. Buffy has told me that closing an Oblivion Gate can take up to a day or two so I’ve organized my mages into pairs to augment your line for eight hours at a time. Carandial and I are your first shift.”

“Thank you, Magister,” replied Gaius. “The help is most welcome.”

Carandial said, “Ardaline’s working overtime so we can keep you stocked with potions of healing and resist fire.” To emphasize his point, the Altmer held up a bag that softly tinkled from the sound of many vials. He then turned to me and added, “We passed Olava near the chapel; thanks for helping to get my gelding to safety.”

“My mages can do field healing,” the Argonian’s soothing voice continued. “Mara’s high priestess assures me the chapel is standing by for any wounded who need more involved or prolonged care.”

Soon, Gaius Prentus and Kud-Ei had things organized into a sustainable defense to protect the city.

Several townsfolk brought food provided by the city’s two taverns out to us. Nilawen moved slowly through the line of defenders with a heavily laden hand cart, offering water and arrows to those in need. I was grateful for the self-replenishing magic of my quiver as I waved off Nilawen’s offer to fill it. The Bosmer blew stray black strands of hair from her tired face. “Daenlin is with the other archers up on the north wall, Buffy. He said to tell you he thought you’d be safer and more effective up there with him.”

I shook my head. “Daenlin’s right about archers, but my spells are mostly illusion. Their slow rate of travel does better against moving foes at closer range.”

As I was wolfing down the ham and flatbread that a kind serving girl from one of the taverns had given me, Kud-Ei approached. “I’m glad to see you eating something, Buffy. As soon as you finish that, you must sleep.”

“Buf, Maghiphter. . . .”

“Don’t ‘But Magister’ me, Journeyman. You and Henantier are the guild’s next team on duty, and I will not have a tired mage in charge of the guild's small detachment out here.”

I gulped as I emptied my mouth. “In charge?”

“Yes, Henantier is quite skilled, but you outrank him and have vastly more experience combating Daedra.”

I nodded obediently. “I’ll sleep in the stable, so I’ll be close.”

“That will be fine,” she replied. “I’ll wake you for your watch.”

As I curled up with a blanket in a dark corner of the hay loft, comforting smells of the stable battled with the rolling sound of thunder and occasional scream of a dying Daedra. Fatigue must have won however, for Kud-Ei woke me from a sound sleep. “Carandial and I are returning to the guild to rest now. Henantier has joined several fresh soldiers on the defensive perimeter. Caccian Apinia is in command while Gaius Prentus and some of the other soldiers are trying to grab some sleep in the guardhouse. Aryarie and Ita Rienus will relieve you in eight hours if Delphine is still inside the Oblivion Gate by then.”

I was disheveled and stiff, but adequately rested. The eerie red light of the Oblivion sky made it difficult to tell if it was still daylight or if night had fallen. As I joined the line, I exchanged grim smiles with Caccian, Henantier and the others on duty.

And so our vigil continued, as Daedra continued to trickle from the Deadlands at the rate of three or four per hour.

It was nearly a score of foes later when we heard and felt a low rumble.

The flaming portal flickered, then began to crumble. A burst of white light engulfed the entire structure momentarily blinding me. Just as quickly, the brilliance faded to reveal the gate was closed. Huddled on the ground in front of the broken stones was the figure of a woman in shreds of blue – sigil stone clutched to her breast.

And now we all want to know, did her enemies explode?

Cheers for Delphine!

I agree with ghastley, how many enemies exploded inside that Gate?

It was very interesting to see this from the defenders' point of view. Julian always took it on herself to go into those Gates on her own, so we never had the opportunity to see how such defenses could be organized. Very well thought out, and my old pilus is nodding her head quite sagely.

I look forward to Delphine's debrief!

That was a thoughful touch on your part to note that Isabeau was soaking the roof of the stable to dissuade fire from an errant spark taking root there. They clearly don't have the fireproof wood and thatch buildings that people in Skyrim do, which even dragon breath cannot set on fire...

Nice to see both Button and Olava again too!

Buffy can be quite charming, when she casts a certain spell with a subtle green glow.

I think you would have be fire proof, lightning proof, and frost proof to stop Delphine...

This episode really is a nice re acquaintance of all our old friends from Bravil. I note that everyone is coming together and pitching in, without the aid or direction of the Count.

“Buf, Maghiphter. . . .”
This was just adorable!

We have seen what it is like to go inside an Oblivion Gate and shut it plenty of times. This was a welcome example of showing us what that is like for the people waiting outside.

I imagine Delphjne's first words will be: "Look what they've done to my gown!"



nit:
Unless you want the Goddess of Fertility to shrivel your stones to raisons, you’ll let us pass!”
I am thinking you meant raisins?

You did a good job by mentioning various residents of Bravil and beyond, and described their roles in the battle this side of Deadlands. Like SubRosa, I like the description of Isabeau making sure that a doesn't catch her house and stables.

Even the guy in charge of watching over the gates to the Shivering Isles, has come to help! Nice to see that he still retains his sanity.

Previously- While Buffy was helping to get Superian and the other horses to safety from an Oblivion Gate threatening Bravil, her guildmate Delphine Jend charged into the Daedric portal alone to close it. All Buffy and the other defenders could do was kill Daedra exiting the gate as they waited and hoped for the renowned destruction mage’s success. Eventually, the gate rumbled, flared up and closed. When the smoke cleared, they saw Delphine huddled on the ground with the sigil stone.

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ghastley- Funny you should mention Delphine’s famous Enemies Explode spell. More on that coming up today!

macole- Though Delphine’s skills and tactics are very different than Buffy’s, it seems they worked pretty well.

Rider- It did indeed feel quite different writing this gate closure from the outside defenders’ perspective instead of the traditional champion’s inside role.

SubRosa- Thank you for noting Buffy’s more subtle approach to coaxing that guard to change his mind. Lacking the raw power of Delphine or Olava’s ability to threaten Divine wrath, Buffy has had to develop what works of her. More about Delphine’s gown coming right up! Thanks for noting that nit so I could quickly fix it.

Lopov- I was trying to depict a community effort here and it was easy for Buffy to imagine and incorporate what many of her friends in the city that she knows so well would be doing during this threat. I believe the game only names two Bravil guards (Gaius Prentus and Viera Lerus) so Buffy has, over her long story, named and developed a couple more (like Caccian Apinia).



Caccian Apinia pointed to me and shouted, “Buffy, go to her! Everyone else stand fast.”

I didn’t need to be told twice as I sprinted to Delphine, still huddled on the ground where moments ago had stood an open Oblivion Gate. Sliding to a stop on my knees, I laid glowing hands upon her shoulders and said, “Be still, Guildsister, while I assess your injuries.” What little remained of her gown was singed, ripped and marked with the stains of soot and dried sweat. The mage herself was uninjured, save minor burns and bruises.

“How do I silence this damn thing?” She held up the stone, seemingly quite unharmed.

I set about retrieving several items from my magic satchel. First out was a blouse into which I wrapped the sigil stone to silence its teeth-numbing buzz. Then my hand emerged with a waterskin, which Delphine gratefully put to her parched lips. Finally, I produced my University-issued mages robe. “It seems your foes claimed most of your gown, Delphine.”

The remnants of her dress fell away as I helped the Breton to her feet. I was ready and almost instantly had her bundled into my green robe. She proclaimed, “Those foul creatures will think twice before they try again to tangle with Delphine Jend!”

“I bet they will, my friend.” Wrinkling my nose, I added, “Let’s get you to the guild’s bathing pool.” She was only slightly unsteady on her feet as, arm-in-arm, we slowly started toward the city gate. The Oblivion sky had dissipated and, from low over the eastern shore of the Niben, a new sun bathed the walls of Bravil in golden light. A cheer rose from the line of brave soldiers and townsfolk who had stood against the forces of Mehrunes Dagon and protected Mara’s city.

As we walked toward the guild, Delphine extolled the power and versatility of using destruction magic to close an Oblivion Gate. “Quite a few of those daedric fetchers seem rather resistant to fire, but it is great fun to slow them to a crawl with ice, then make them convulsively dance to shock magic.” Her descriptions were replete with illustrative hand gestures and sound effects. I imagined we made for quite a sight.

Nearing the guild, I noticed Ranaline crossing the bridge from the Lonely Suitor where she worked as a cook. I had known the quiet Altmer all my life, but the look about her now was somehow different – determined? No, malevolent! Suddenly she filled her hands with magic and cried, “For Lord Dagon!” A moment later she was clad in crimson armor of the Mythic Dawn and brandishing a black mace with red daedric markings.

Delphine and I instantly responded with spells of our own. Before my emerald swirl had closed the distance, Delphine’s magic had engulfed Ranaline in fire, ice and lightning. As the Altmer quickly succumbed to the sudden elemental onslaught, her bound daedric trappings dissipated into yellow smoke. Only a pile of ash, some charred bones and a few persistent sparks remained.

“Honestly, Buffy, I’ll never understand you and Kud-Ei with your silly illusions. Why manipulate when you can obliterate?” She breathed deeply, “Ahh, I love the smell of fire, frost and shock in the morning!”

I had to smile at Delphine’s unflappability. Gesturing at the scattered and blackened bones, I asked, “I take it that was your famous Enemies Explode spell?”

Her smug nod was cut short as two guards quickly converged on the scene. I convinced them to let the Hero of Bravil continue to our guild for a well-deserved bath and rest by volunteering to remain and answer questions myself.

Enough Bravilians had seen the attack that the soldiers quickly accepted my assertion that Ranaline had been a sleeper agent for the Mythic Dawn and was likely retaliating against Delphine for closing one of Dagon’s Oblivion Gates. Although little evidence of the high elf remained, I suggested they search her room at the Lonely Suitor and told them Delphine or I could be reached at the Mages Guild if needed. That, probably along with having served alongside them for the past day or so, seemed to satisfy the pair of guardsmen.

Superian was my next concern so I headed for the Chapel of Mara. It seemed the Blades had ferreted out Hans Black-Nail as a Mythic Dawn cultist and eliminated him, but missed Ranaline. I hoped there were no others. Although the city was safe for the moment, I suspected Boderi’s task for me to solicit aid from Bravil had been a failure. Nevertheless, I was determined to let things rest overnight and try again the next day. Perhaps having an Oblivion Gate open right in front his city might change Count Terentius’ view on the crisis.

I found my mare and her stablemates tethered together behind the chapel, being spoiled by Olava as she doled out carrots from a basket. My arms found their way around Superian’s neck. “Thank Mara, you’re safe,” I whispered into her mane.

“They had an easier day and night of it than those of you protecting the city,” remarked Mara’s living saint. “Is the stable damaged?”

“Thankfully, no,” I replied. “Let’s get them home.”

She nodded, chuckled then replied, “They’ve nearly eaten the chapel out of apples and carrots.”

We escorted our small herd through the city and settled them back in at the stable. After being admonished by Antoine about overdoing the carrots and apples, Olava and I walked together back through town.

“Buffy, have you thought about your future as a knight?”

“I have, actually,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

“You are a brave knight with a good heart and would be wise to consider serving the Nine as a paladin.”

After a moment of surprise, I found myself curious as to whether Olava’s question was coincidental or prophetic. “What can you tell me about paladins?”

“Well,” Olava began, “they are chosen by the Nine and, as such, are blessed with certain Divine powers and abilities. That said, each paladin has a sponsor – usually the Divine who most identifies with the nature of the prospective paladin.”

“What kind of powers and abilities?” I pressed.

“Alas, I’m a living saint. You would have to ask a paladin about that. Do you know any?”

“I do,” I replied with a smile as both Acadian and Boderi came to mind. “What’s the difference between a priest, living saint and paladin?”

Olava thought for a moment. “It’s a matter of emphasis. All three freely share the tenets of our Divines with those who seek such knowledge, but that is a priest’s primary focus. Each of us who fully embrace a Divine strive to live our lives in such a way as to provide an example; that, however is the forte of living saints like myself. We all try to combat evil and intervene on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves to the best of our abilities - but that, my young knight, is what paladins specialize in.”

“Do you think Mara might consider choosing me to sponsor?” I persisted.

She nodded. “I do. One needs only see you with your mare for a moment to know how full of love you are. The people of Bravil well remember what you did for Ursanne Loche and how you took care of that pond scum Kurdan gro-Dragol. Even now, you bear the marks of fighting Daedra to protect those you love in Mara’s city.”

We stopped upon reaching the steps of Mara’s Great Chapel. “But. . . isn’t fighting inconsistent with the Goddess of Love?”

The Nord stared down at me disapprovingly. “Buffy, did someone drop you on your head? Would you say the same of a mother lion, wolf or bear as she protects her cubs?”

“I-I guess I hadn’t thought of it in those-“

She interrupted, “Having fought alongside your man at the bloody Battle for Kvatch you – better than most - surely understand the courage and righteous resolve that love can inspire.”

“I will think on your words, Living Saint of Mara.”

*

Fathis Ahren was waiting as I entered the guildhall. “I regret,” began the Court Mage, “that your audience with the Count yesterday did not go. . . smoothly, but I bring news I think you will be pleased to hear.” His manner was reserved but displayed no hint of hostility.

“I am also sorry the meeting did not go well,” I replied. “The Oblivion Gate was perhaps a necessary and timely interruption.”

“So it would seem. That such a portal of destruction opened right outside the very gates of his city, combined with one of your guild’s mages closing it, doubtless influenced the Count’s change of heart. He has just dispatched a contingent of guards to Bruma per the request of Martin Septim.”

I smiled. “I am certain that our future Emperor, as well as the Arch Mage, will be most appreciative and remember Bravil’s timely assistance. With Guildmagister Kud-Ei’s permission, I shall ride north early on the morrow to relay this welcome news.”

Fathis returned my smile somewhat stiffly, turned and left the guildhall.

As the door closed behind him, I heaved an audible sigh of relief.

“It sounds like congratulations are in order, Journeyman,” remarked the nearby Kud-Ei who had doubtless overheard my conversation with Fathis. “And heading back to Boderi at the University tomorrow would be an excellent idea.”

“I’m just relieved that I can avoid another encounter with Count Terentius.”

Kud-Ei chuckled softly. “Yes, I find it a prudent practice to avoid that man as much as possible.”

and I quote these two because they capture, in just two sentences, what I consider the very essence of Delphine Jend. Not to mention they made me laugh into my tea. And no, no tea ended up on my keyboard, fortunately.

And I see Buffy was as practical and ready as ever. From handling the round buzzsaw, to slaking Delphine's thirst, to providing cover - - of a questionable fashion, she was on top of everything before anyone else had a chance to realize they were saved.

And what an emphatic demonstration of Enemies Explode! I can't think of a more appropriate target for that in this instance!

And nice explanation of priest, living saint and paladin and how they all fit together. Julian was nodding along with Olava. Though she never set out to be one, Julian understands the motivations that drive paladins to do what they do.

No kidding. Yes it's good to have all these people and sites to learn from.

Wow, what a doochebag Count Terentius is. He's even worse than the count of Leyawiin. I love that a gate opens up just as Terentius seems about to be making some sort of move on Buffy. Isn't she from Bravil? What a warm welcome back home.


Nice. Buffy casts a charm spell upon that soldier to persuade him it's okay to move those animals to safety.

No kidding. Delphine closes the Bravil gate! I did not expect that. That is a nice touch that so many names get mentioned, as though the entire town is needed to conquer this thing, not just the typical Champion of Cyrodiil.

Oh no, Delphine's clothes!

Ranaline is a Mythic Dawn agent?!? I had no idea. Look out Buffy!

“Ahh, I love the smell of fire, frost and shock in the morning!”
It smells like... victory?

That was a very pleasant and illuminating discussion of priests, saints, and paladins with the fair Olava. It was a nice way for you to weave some exposition into things, while still keeping the story moving.

It says a lot about the Count, that Bravil's mages would rather spend days locked in combat with Daedra than have to be in the same room as him. It is one of the many ways that you have shown the Count's lack of leadership (along with him most pointedly not being there for he duration of the gate being open).

I love Delphine's opening sentence - how to shut up the Sigil Stone!

Their walk through the town is very picturesque and they disposed of Ranaline with ease. It was probably quite unusual for Buffy that she was a sleeper, considering how long she knew her, but at least she wasn't attached to her in any way.

I was wondering if there'll be another meeting with Terentius but it's good for both parties that there won't be, I guess.

Episode 24: It was great to see Bravil mount an organized defense against the Oblivion Gate while Delphine closed it. There was no doubt what she was up to when she breezed past Buffy and Olava with the horses! I loved seeing Buffy at work among the defenders. Excellent response when she was put in charge! Charming and also great to see her put in command.

Episode 25: Delphine emerging from the Gate scorched nearly naked but unflappable made me cheer! Fun to see her actually explode an enemy. I just adore Olava. She does not need to sugar-coat her words, for her love shines through everything she says to Buffy.

Previously- After Delphine successfully closed an Oblvion Gate threatening Bravil, Buffy helped her fellow mage back to the guild. On the way they had to defend themselves from a Mythic Dawn sleeper agent. Buffy and Olava then returned the horses to the stable. Mara’s living saint encouraged Buffy to consider becoming a paladin and compared/contrasted the roles of priests, living saints and paladins. Buffy learned that Count Terentius had just sent a contingent of soldiers to support Martin in Bruma. With her mission complete in Bravil, Buffy planned to return to the Arcane University.

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Rider- We had fun writing Delphine and it turned out to be a good opportunity to showcase Buffy’s nurturing nature when Delphine first came out of that gate. I also enjoyed putting some flesh on the overlap and differences among priests, living saints and paladins in Buffy’s world.

Renee- Buffy was indeed raised in Bravil but that sure didn’t seem to help her with Count Terentius. Where her familiarity there did help was making it easy to show how so many in her city joined together to help defend Bravil – despite their incompetent count.

SubRosa- I suspect Delphine has a full armoire of her signature blue velvet gowns. I’m so glad you enjoyed the lesson Olava gave Buffy relating to various roles in the clergy. I agree that Count Terentius’ actions and inactions speak volumes. Even his eventual pledge of support is likely calculated to curry future favor.

Lopov- Ranaline was indeed quite a surprise for Buffy and Delphine. Thankfully, Buffy does not have to continue her negotiations with Count Terentius.

Grits- Bravil was fun to write for exactly the reasons you mentioned: The strong but endearing personalities of Delphine & Olava as well as the opportunity for Buffy to show a gate closing from the outside for a change.




A yawning guard on his predawn rounds was extinguishing flickering night lanterns as I traveled the otherwise empty streets and alleys toward Bravil’s gate and stable beyond.

By the time I reached the far end of the bridge beyond the gate, Superian nickered her greeting from the stable. Shortly, the mare was fed and watered. After a light grooming and conjuring her tack, I mounted and we headed north along the Green Road.

We had not been traveling long when the eastern horizon began to brighten with the promise of a new day. I smiled as my mysterious butterfly friend appeared. Rather than happily flitting around my head, she hovered in front of us as if to block our path. I drew Superian to a stop and tilted my head. “Good morning, Dawn. Are you perhaps trying to warn me of danger ahead?”

“Good morning, my Slayer.”

I caught my breath as I immediately recognized the voice as that of the Mistress of Twilight. Before I could react she continued, “We must talk but not here.”

Suddenly, we were. . . somewhere else.

“Welcome to Moonshadow, Godchild. Take a moment to get your bearings.”

No longer a butterfly, the woman who now stood before Superian and I was slightly taller than an Imperial. She wore a black gown of layered silk chiffon that flowed easily around her. An alabaster complexion was punctuated by brilliant emerald eyes and ruby lips. Raven hair was rather severely pulled back from her forehead but fell loosely behind to the middle of her back. Her finely chiseled features were quite elfish – large eyes, high cheek bones, a rather sharp chin, and ears that rose to delicate points.

I dismounted, noting that Superian was perfectly calm as we surveyed our surroundings.

The rolling hills were beautifully carpeted in verdant grasses and trees that hung heavy with flowers - some pink and others blue. It was twilight here. Perpetually so, I imagined.

After watching me take measure of both her and the nearby area, Azura waved a hand. Magic trailed from gracefully long fingers that were adorned with perfectly manicured crimson nails. A carpet of rose petals appeared followed by a small garden table with two chairs. At her gesture, we both sat and a pair of steaming cups materialized on the table. As if taking her cue from us, Superian lowered her head and began nibbling at the lush grass around her.

I took a sip from one of the cups and smiled inwardly as I tasted bergamot tea. “You called me Godchild.” I stated.

“Yes. It is time you know several things, for they impact choices you must make.”

“My Lady, if this is about loaning your Star to Sirs Mazoga and Agronak, I know I should have consulted you first but they have desperate need of-“

“No, Godchild,” Azura interrupted, “I know my Star will be put to good use and, as ever, it will return to me when the time is right.” She smiled but her voice was firm. “Now listen.”

I nodded.

“You were in her womb when your mother beseeched me to accept the role of godmother. Perhaps she knew that she would not live to see you fully grown. I reluctantly agreed, for I knew nothing of children or their needs. I could already sense the duality in your tiny spirit, however, and was. . . intrigued.”

’I was with you even then, and can attest that Azura speaks truly about her conversation with your mother,’ silently informed Acadian.

“I watched you grow, often taking the form of the butterfly you call Dawn. My observations at first were inspired by simple curiosity about something so foreign to me as a child but, gradually, I began to experience unfamiliar distressful feelings when you skinned your knee or were taunted for being an elf by the human children that populated Bravil. Once you were grown, you will recall that I arranged to reveal myself to you at my shrine to the north.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I released the spirits of some of your followers that had been held by the curse of vampirism.”

She nodded. “And in the process, I gave you what I thought was a gift. I made you a Slayer.” Azura dropped her gaze from my eyes and stared down at her hands. “I realize now that was a mistake. My own desires and hopes for you, combined with my lack of experience with children. . . I should have observed and learned more carefully as you grew up.” When she looked up again to meet my gaze, the softness in her green eyes was that of a caring friend. . . or godmother rather than a Daedra Lord. “Though I did so for what I believed was your own good and protection, forcing that role upon you simply drove you away from it – and me.”

“Perhaps had I known you were my godmother. . . or maybe if you had given me a choice. . . . The role has always frightened me, for if I can find vampires, they can find me!”

She looked beyond me now and I thought there was sadness in her eyes. “Buffy, you have evolved in ways that I did not anticipate. You no longer dance between darkness and light; rather, you are well on your way to becoming a child of light. Your search for a Divine sponsor to help you become a paladin of the Nine is. . . appropriate.”

“I knew nothing of how you felt about me or your interest in my childhood. I am told my sponsor must be a Divine, but you are equally beyond the influence of mortals. If you can be my godmother, could you not also sponsor me as a paladin?”

Azura smiled but shook her head. “Paladins are the purview of the Nine. I cannot grant you the powers you need to fight evil for, as a Daedra Lord, many would consider me evil.” A single upright finger stayed my protest before she continued, “They would not necessarily be wrong, for I can be a vengeful deity and there is no room for that on what I now believe to be your path.”

“I don’t believe you are evil, Godmother.”

She dipped her head slightly and smiled briefly. “The fact remains that I have caused numerous cruel things to happen to satisfy my whims.”

“I’ve made mistakes too, Godmother. I have tortured both bandits and necromancers, and even savored making them pay for their atrocities. I realize now that such actions made me little better than they. I have learned the difference between vengeful retribution and righteous justice.”

“Spoken like the paladin I expect you shall become. Like the older paladin who dwells within you. My vindictive deeds are more . . . sweeping in consequence. In a fit of pique when a Dwemer mage attempted to trick me, I extinguished his entire race, leaving behind only perpetual mystery regarding their demise.” A winged twilight floated by with a teapot and refilled our cups. “You mentioned my Star. There will come a time you have not yet visited when a necromancer will attempt to corrupt it to his purpose. I shall respond by collapsing the ground under his coastal city – spilling most of its buildings and inhabitants into the icy Sea of Ghosts. Vengeance is part of my nature.”

“My Lady, if you can learn to love a small elf as your godchild, perhaps there are more aspects of your nature that can evolve as well?”

She shook her head. “Now you sound like Mara and Kynareth. I am a Daedra Lord. I cannot help you progress along what I now believe to be your path. A path that only the Divines can open for you.”

“You speak to Mara and Kynareth?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“I do. And I have no doubt that someday you shall as well,” she replied. “Which brings me to something else I must tell you.”

“There’s more?”

“Buffy, when you were born, I touched you with my hand of fate. In a way, I ‘claimed’ you. As such, no other deity – Daedric or Divine – can reach your spirit. I cannot stop Daedra Lords from appearing before you, speaking to you or even doing you physical harm. My wardings, however, can prevent them from influencing or corrupting your spirit. That is, Sheogorath cannot inflict madness upon you. Nor can Molag Bal turn you to vampirism or Hircine infect you with lycanthropy. As a new godmother, it was the best way I knew to protect you.”

She sighed before continuing, “Daedra Lords excel at communicating directly, and often deceptively, with mortals as well as intervening in their affairs and manipulating circumstances. And, of course, destroying or corrupting things. Divines largely lack these talents. Their great skill and power lies in creation, nurturing and mending. Their communication with mortals is spiritual. Even when they address you directly, it is via a spiritual connection. One unfortunate consequence of my wardings is that the Divines cannot reach your spirit and, therefore, cannot communicate with you.”

My head was spinning. I had often spoken to the Divines but silence had been the only response. “I adore the fact that my birth wardings and, later, the title of Slayer you bestowed upon me were inspired by the love of a godmother for her godchild as the best way you knew to protect me. That said, I have lived my life wondering what was so deficient about me that the Divines would ignore me. I wish you had told me long ago. . . and perhaps given me some say in the matter.”

Azura nodded. “The concept of love is foreign to a Daedra Lord and, as such, I have been the last of those who care for you to realize that trying to restrain or direct a butterfly is counterproductive.” She rose to her feet with an air of finality. I stood as well. “Choice you shall now have, Godchild. When you leave Moonshadow, it will still be sunrise along the Green Road. You will no longer be a Slayer, nor under my protective wardings. Your heart and spirit will be vulnerable, but also open to the Nine that they may disclose the plans I expect they have for you. If they do not step up to the task, they shall learn firsthand what it is like to anger the Mistress of Twilight.” With a swirl of her hand I was back on the Green Road standing next to Superian.

Azura has manicured nails? Yikes, Buffy takes no hesitation in sipping that tea! Maybe she's met Azura before?

Ha ha she's worried about loaning the muchly-sought Star of Azura to others! That is great. Uh oh. Azura's voice is stern. Buffy's in BIG trouble again.



Yee, Buffy seems so wide-eyed at times!




Wow. What an awesome revelation this chapter contains. So perhaps now that Buffy is no longer a slayer, she might be able to contact Mara and the other Nine. Well hey, at least nobody has the right to continue to confuse her with the character played by Sarah Michelle Gellar.

By Azura!

I love your depiction of Azura as a maternal figure in Buffy's life, as well as in the here and now. It was refreshing to hear her admit her own mistakes as a parental figure. That is not the kind of thing that gods are wont to do. It shows a lot of character, methinks.

As Buffy asked, I also wondered if Buffy could not become a paladin of Azura. But the Daedra Lords do have Champions, and they are not paladin's per se. So my guess is that is like comparing apples to oranges.

Oh my, Azura certainly drops some hints at some famous events in Tamriel's history, from the disappearance of the Dwemer to the Great Collapse of Winterhold.

I liked how you portrayed Azura as a multi-faceted person, wielding destruction in one hand, and nurturing with the other. As well as Buffy's admission of her own faults. To be honest, I could not fail to draw comparisons to a Detroit Crow and her Raven 'aunt'.

I also liked your inclusion of the Azura's Touch upon Buffy, and how it both protected her in ways, but also held her back in others.

I get the impression that the Azura in Clark's story would say "Oops!" while yours would say "I meant to do that!".

And that's for minor things like genocide.

This is a delightful episode where much is revealed, thus leading to several "a-HA!" moments.

I have a vague recollection of Azura having a discussion with some other deity concerning Buffy somewhere in the past book or two - and thanks for bringing that back to my swiss cheese brain!

I quite delighted in the oblique references to other lore events both past and present. So THAT'S what happened!

Azura is, along with Meridia, one of a few favorite Daedra that I quite enjoy having conversations with. Yes, Meridia is portrayed in a less than favorable light in ESO, but that's what I expect - after all, good vs evil are human conventions invented to grapple with the beings that we call Daedra and Divine. They are what they are, and the more we accept that, the better decisions we can make along the paths we call life.

I also liked that Buffy took her cue from Superian. If the grass in Moonshadow is fine, so is the Daedric equivalent of our beloved Kud Ei's tea! Heh!

A very good story again!

Quite unusual from the others, not just because it takes place in Azura's realm, but also because it involves lots of explaining. It's no wonder that Buffy's head was spinning.

It must have been awkward and special at the same time for a Daedric queen to watch over a mortal. But she fulfilled her role well.

No greater love a Godmother can have than to let one's child go out freely on her own. I suspect Azura is shielding a tear.
Daedra love, they just don't want or can't admit it.

“Welcome to Moonshadow, Godchild. Take a moment to get your bearings.”

Ooo, shivers! I love that Azura brought Superian with Buffy. I have been hoping that Buffy would get to visit Moonshadow! I absolutely loved this face-to-face tea party with the Mistress of Twilight.

One unfortunate consequence of my wardings is that the Divines cannot reach your spirit and, therefore, cannot communicate with you.”

What a heartbreaking and hopeful revelation. I remember Buffy in the Imperial City’s Arboretum with the statues of the Divines. I imagine the sorrow of Akatosh, Mara, and Kyne if they had tried and failed to reach her. Azura’s loss is their gain, or at least their opportunity. Let’s see what they make of it!

Also, so that’s what happened to the Dwemer?!

Previously- Shortly after Buffy left Bravil, Azura transported her to Moonshadow where the two had an enlightening conversation. Buffy learned that Azura was her godmother and had blessed/cursed the elf with wardings that protectively shielded her spirit. One consequence was that the wardings also prevented the Divines from communicating with Buffy. Believing that Buffy’s way forward required support of the Divines, Azura lifted her wardings.

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Renee- I couldn’t resist having one of Buffy’s first reactions be, ‘Uh oh, I’m in trouble for loaning out Azura’s Star!’ It does indeed mark a major shift in Buffy’s life that she’s no longer a Slayer. Despite Azura’s self-doubts about being a godmother, it seems she has done well enough in the role to foresee and allow Buffy to progress toward her destiny.

SubRosa- My intent has been to show Azura as dangerous and vengeful, but somewhat awkwardly capable of loving a small elf as her goddaughter and, ultimately, choosing to elevate what she perceived as Buffy’s needs above her own desires. Thank you for pointing out that Buffy’s first inclination was to ask Azura to be her sponsor – my intent there was to show the depth of Buffy’s loyalty when it comes to those she believes love her. We’ll see going forward that Buffy will not disavow Azura – even if it means not being chosen by the Divines.

ghastley- I had great fun with the pair of ‘sweeping’ vengeful actions Azura relayed to Buffy. Lore actually supports the story relayed in ‘Azura and the Box’ as what some scholars believe led to the Dwemer’s disappearance. Azura’s responsibility for Winterhold’s catastrophe is pure Buffy fiction but it made sense to me, given the proximity of her shrine and Nelacar’s association with the College.

Rider- Given how long Buffy’s saga is, I’m always grateful for the opportunity to review aspects from her past. Book 2’s prologue was a meeting between Azura, Mara and Kynareth that took place in the clouds. The Divines asked for and received aid from Azura to 'influence' the brief appearance of an ice dragon in order to break a curse Kyne placed on dragons at the end of the Great Dragon War to prevent them from returning (Buffy fiction). The curse could only be broken if ‘one of Kyne’s ice dragons once again flies over Tamriel’. Azura ‘engineered’ an extremis situation forcing Acadian to briefly conjure Phantom in her full ice dragon Kyne-created glory to save Buffy’s life. Thus, Kyne’s curse was broken, clearing the way ultimately for Akatosh to assume his draconic form for his future battle with Mehrunes Dagon. . . and further into the future, the reappearance of Alduin. Buffy remains clueless as to the ramifications of Phantom’s brief appearance.

Lopov- The last episode with Azura did indeed involve quite a bit of exposition by dialogue to help ‘clear the way’ for Buffy’s future. Today’s episode will be similar in that regard as Buffy finally asks her old paladin for advice. Before long, however, Buffy will head to Bruma where plenty of action awaits.

macole- I’m so glad you made reference to Azura loving Buffy enough to ‘set her free’. Buffy will mention exactly that in today’s episode.

Grits- Oh gosh, I was so hoping Buffy’s transport to Moonshadow and greeting Azura would induce some shivers! Yay! Though Buffy will never disavow Azura, this episode was definitely bittersweet for both of them. Buffy is, however, greatly relieved to realize the reason the Divines have never spoken to her heart is NOT because she is too ‘defective’ for them to acknowledge.



The sun’s early rays were still peeking through the trees along the river as if no time had passed while we were in Moonshadow. I mounted Superian and we continued north as I pondered what Azura had told me.

Eventually I remarked, “Acadian, you’ve been unusually quiet during all this talk of paladins and such.”

After a moment, he replied, “The fact that Kyne selected me as a paladin of the Nine does not entitle me to either choose or limit your path. I know you will ask my counsel if you desire it.”

“Well, I desire it, my paladin.”

“Ask your questions, my elf.”

“First things first,” I said. “Before I go any further along the path Boderi suggests, I need to know how you feel about it. I will not make such a decision until I know your heart.”

“I would be proud to have you as a fellow paladin, but I want you to know the drawbacks of such a life before you consider it seriously enough to draw the attention of the Nine.”

“I want to know more about these drawbacks, Acadian. For example, though it is foreign to her nature, Azura learned to love me enough to master a lesson that eludes many mothers: If you love a butterfly, sometimes you must set it free. I will not turn my back on one who loves me. Not even for the Divines.”

“Do you judge Azura evil?”

“Many believe she is,” I replied.

“That is not what I asked. When it comes to determining good from evil, the Nine do not choose those whose opinions are swayed by what ‘many believe’ to serve as paladins. You must learn to trust the truth in your heart; if the Nine choose to offer insight, that is where you will find it. I ask again, do you judge Azura evil?”

I shook my head adamantly. “She is imperfect – like me – but she is not evil.”

“There is no reason to disavow her then. You asked about drawbacks though, Buffy. A paladin’s natural enemy is evil. As such, you will inherit many powerful foes who view you as a formidable threat. If the easier path of harming you via those you love is available to them, they will take it. Were you a paladin and Savlian your mate he would be in grave danger, for your foes would certainly try to strike at you through him. For that reason, paladins are best served by eschewing such close relationships with anyone not warded from evil.”

I bristled. “Savlian was strong and skilled as a warrior! He could protect himself.”

Acadian replied gently, “When it comes to steel, arrows or even fireballs, I agree. A paladin’s foes, however, would bypass his martial skills and strike with foul magic to corrupt his unwarded spirit. There is a reason paladins fight protected by no less than the power of the Nine Divines, for their foes range from ancient vampires to liches to cults that harness the full and terrifying power of Daedra Lords such as Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal. Such foes might strive, for example, to infect your mate with lycanthropy and, if not cured in time, delight in forcing your hand to kill the man you love. Or use foul ensorcelling to kidnap him in an attempt to dissuade you from disrupting their evil machinations.”

“But as a paladin I could guard and protect my own mate,” I protested.

“Yes, but full time guard duty would give victory to your foes by effectively curtailing your ability to seek out and destroy them. I once told you this about Superian, but it applies just as much to you in this case: ‘A warship is safe in port, but that’s not what she’s built for’. It is a sober choice where you must decide what you want to be built for. Being a loving mate and raising a family is not compatible with the life of a paladin. You asked of drawbacks and, knowing you to be the nurturing elf that you are, that’s a big one. I would not think less of you if you chose to avoid this hardship-fraught path.”

I was quiet for a long time before responding. “Perhaps Boderi is wiser than I realized. I’m a widow. . . and chancing upon another man I could love as much as Savlian seems unlikely. Even if I find such a mate, the odds of his totem being able to defeat my dragon totem means I will likely remain childless. Those I truly love are already warded from evil: You as a paladin and Superian because she has become one with Phantom, an ice dragon created by Kyne herself." I sighed. "Who knows though? Perhaps I could someday be drawn to a suitable paladin with similar concerns. I will think on this but perhaps it is not such an insurmountable drawback. What other problems might I anticipate?”

“If I have not dissuaded you thus far, then perhaps none," he replied. "A paladin delivers righteous justice when required but there is no room in her heart for vengeful retribution. Based upon your recent actions and words, I believe you have learned and understand the difference between the two.”

I nodded. “It didn’t happen overnight, but I think you’re right, Acadian.”

He continued, “You have on countless occasions demonstrated other attributes expected of a paladin. You protect the defenseless regardless of the threat. Your loyalty to any mortal organization, be it guild, city, county or empire never prevents you from following what your heart knows is right. Your current quest is replete with examples. You did not undertake the task of recruiting assistance for Martin on behalf of your guild or empire; rather you accepted the quest to support the just cause of your friends. When Captain Draconis was prepared to lead her brave guards into that Oblivion Gate at Lewawiin, you knew they were unprepared for such a task and took that risk upon yourself.”

“You’re making me blush, my paladin. In both cases, I was simply trying help my friends. You have, though, given me a much clearer picture. Tell me now, what kinds of powers and abilities do the Nine bestow upon paladins to help them combat evil?”

“There are four abilities that all paladins share,” Acadian began, “Only when they are considered together, and combined with a proven level of skill in combat, does a paladin become a formidable force against evil. The first power is Divine light. It is employed much as you use your guild’s arcane flame – to prove your credentials. You will meet many strangers and the ability to quickly and decisively verify that you are a direct agent of the Divines will speed and ease your tasks. And of course, like any light source, it is convenient for illuminating dark places. Well-trained, experienced paladins can even employ a variety of both offensive and protective uses of Divine light.”

“The second power is healing by laying on of hands,” continued Acadian. “You already demonstrate notable skill in this area, possibly due to my presence within you. Whereas you must empathically accept most of your patient’s pain, when a paladin lays on hands, much of that pain is shared with their Divine sponsor. This allows the paladin to safely address more serious wounds as well recover from the process more quickly. Shall I continue?”

“Oh yes,” I implored.

“The third of a paladin’s powers is detect evil. Again, you already possess a very limited ability here. The physcial bond you use when healing allows you a limited insight into your patient’s aura and the nature of their heart. A paladin, however, simply senses the presence of significant evil whenever it is nearby. A paladin’s final power is protection from evil. This does not help prevent physical injury; you must rely on your own combat skill for that. What protection from evil does, however, is constantly shield your spirit from the corruption of evil forces. Somewhat like Azura’s wardings, a paladin cannot be turned to vampirism, lycanthropy or any sort of corruption of their spirit.”

Surprisingly, my head was not spinning at all. “Light, healing, detect evil and protection from evil. That all makes perfect sense and seems somehow. . . familiar. As you say, I may have unknowingly absorbed some knowledge of these things from you.”

Superian, with no input from me, turned off the road, carried me a short distance to a patch of shade at the river’s edge and stopped. Kitsune, who had been alertly perched in front of me on Superian's saddle, leaped to the ground. I glanced up at the sun then dismounted. “You are right, my precious mare. It is time for water and lunch.” Superian drank her fill, then leisurely nibbled on some tender grass along the river’s bank as I ate a piece of flatbread wrapped around a slice of ham. We then shared an apple before I refilled my waterskin, mounted and continued north along the Green Road. Kitsune chose to lope along beside us.

“Thank you, Acadian. It is good to have some experienced answers instead of vague tales and legends.”

“I am well pleased,” he replied, “that the sober reality of what I have said does not seem to have deterred you.”

“I admit the possibility of never having my own family strikes hard. But I also realize that such is likely my fate whether I become a paladin or not. If I am called by the Nine, may I assume that you and Boderi would help train me?”

“You may assume so, although your sponsor will have a significant hand in your training as well.”

“I trust you two paladins will not try to put me into heavy armor and give me a big sword?”

Acadian chuckled. “I am confident that Boderi knows as well as I the futility of such an approach. No, you have prevailed over formidable foes many times with neither steel protection nor blade. Your skills and equipment will doubtless evolve, but it is clear that your strength comes from magic, not steel.”

*

Credits- I owe Elizabeth Moon and her novel The Deed of Paksenarrian for the four abilities bestowed upon paladins. Acadian’s comment about a ship in port has been attributed to several folks dating back to John A. Shedd in 1928.

An interesting conversation between the paladin and the soon-to-be-paladin. I love the sentence with the butterfly and setting it free, and the quote about a warship.

I mostly remember paladins from Baldur's Gate, but I often found their viewpoints too radical, too straight-forward, for them the entire world was white or black, without any shades in between. It was difficult keeping them happy in the party, unless one was strictly following the code of the law, because on anything else they'd frown.

However, it looks like that Buffy might be different if she decides to follow the path of the paladin. I'm curious why would having a family be completely impossible? I agree that it'd be difficult, but completely impossible? I'm just thinking out loud.

Yup, played games that do that, so I know what she means. Strangely, ESO wants you to wear medium armor if you wield a big sword, and heavy goes with sword and board instead.

She'll find that if anyone needs her protection, they become the soft targets for her enemies, so don't let her despair about terrorism. Or treat everyone as expendable, either. It will be a hard job finding the middle ground.

I enjoyed your discussion of good and evil here. On one hand the question of Azura being evil or not shows that it is a nuanced situation, not a simple black and white proposition. On the other hand you threw out examples like Dagon and Molag Bal, who scales tip clearly in one direction only. Which you kind of need in order to have a character like a Paladin. Because they need that purebred evil to fight against. Now that I am playing Shadowrun again I am immersed in its nuanced world of shades of grays. Yet at the same time it has literal monsters so utterly inimical to life that they can only be termed pure evil, like Bug Spirits and Toxic Shamans. Even in a world as grim and dirty as Shadowrun, there is a place for Paladins.

The discussion of how the bad guys often won't attack a Paladin straight on, but instead would certainly try to do so through their loved ones felt very familiar as well. It is the classic Lone Ranger/Superhero situation.

Righteous justice rather than vengeful retribution is indeed a slope more slippery than a gelatinous cube on the slide of a glacier.

I liked the four abilities. I sort of vaguely remember them from Paksenarrian. Though it has been a while since I read those books.

“I trust you two paladins will not try to put me into heavy armor and give me a big sword?”
OMG, I almost spat out my water at that thought!

I think that is where the term "Lawful Stupid" came from. But it might be older than even that. Being so inflexible that you cannot function in the real world is just, not something that can ever work.

It it is funny compared to the Paladins in Pillars of Eternity. They don't even have a deity, or source of divine power in any way. It is more that they belong to quasi-military orders, each with their own customs and values. In fact Pallegina - the NPC paladin you can have for a companion - is decidedly anti-religious.

I enjoyed learning more about what being a paladin means in Buffy’s world. Divine light sounds so cool!

The romantic in me jumped at the words “anyone not warded from evil.” And it warmed my heart to see Buffy also consider that possibility.

I love that Superian called a lunch break and found suitable water. That one small paragraph brought the whole episode to life!

Previously- During the ride from Bravil toward the Arcane University, Buffy and Acadian had a lengthy conversation about the drawbacks and demands of being a paladin as well as the types of powers and abilities they wield.

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Lopov- Yes, I remember Sir Keldorn of BGII well. Like you, I ascribe to a need for dealing with the reality of the shades of gray. I view Acadian’s question ‘Do you judge Azura evil?’ as one of Buffy’s first opportunities as a potential paladin to wrestle with making those kinds of decisions. You are right to question whether having a family is impossible or, more likely, a significant concern due to the point of vulnerability it provides.

ghastley- I agree that anyone Buffy cares for has the potential to be used against her as a soft target. Yet cutting herself off from having dear friends is a bridge too far for Buffy’s nurturing nature. More gray challenges to face.

SubRosa- The cautions you have voiced as Buffy considers the path of a paladin have helped me refine the safeguards I hope will characterize paladins in Buffy lore to ensure they neither twist nor abuse their Divine authority and remain above corruption. Paladins take their guidance directly from and only from their Divine sponsor, free of mortal intermediaries who sometimes twist Divine intent to their purpose. That is why we consider the Vigilantes of Stendarr a non-paladin group of knights claiming to represent Stendarr – and doing so rather imperfectly. Paladins must have a great deal of compassion to be chosen. Buffy has this in spades and I believe it will serve her well in not abusing her authority. The paladin abilities we borrowed from Paksennarian really spoke to me when I read the book. I think they’ll translate well into TES and fit nicely on the scale of being uniquely helpful, while avoiding the pitfall of being overpowered. I’m so glad that the idea of Buffy in heavy armor with a big sword inspired more than a faint smile.

Grits- I’m glad to hear the romantic in you clings to possibilities. Buffy also will not abandon the possibility that love may find a way. I’m glad you mentioned Superian’s insistence on a brief lunch break. Though it was a rather long episode, I felt it was so laden with dialogue exposition that a tiny intermission to ‘do’ something was called for.



It was late in the day by the time I got Superian settled in at Equestria. I blew her a kiss before my feet carried me up the steep granite steps that led from the Valley of Horses to the University.

“Welcome back, Buffy,” greeted the Order of the Lamp’s Palatinus as I entered the main lobby. “Messenger doves from both Agata in Leyawiin and Kud-Ei in Bravil have brought word of your success in both cities. Well done!”

“The tasks you asked of me are complete. I’d like to join Sirs Mazoga and Agronak in Bruma.”

Boderi nodded. “And you shall. Get cleaned up from your trip, then join me at the Mystic Mug for dinner and we will discuss things.”

After a welcome bath and exchanging buckskins for skirt and blouse, I made my way to the University’s tavern. Once we were seated with two goblets of Tamika’s and I had debriefed Boderi on events in Leyawiin and Bravil, she said, “I’d ask that you depart for Bruma in the morning. I expect Martin will soon try to taunt Dagon into opening a Great Oblivion Gate. Battlemage Cassius Vinipter is in charge of the guild’s contingent of mages up there. Please check in with him when you arrive.”

“Thank you, Boderi, I don’t look forward to the likely loss of brave lives but I do believe my place is alongside Sirs Mazoga and Agronak as they assist Martin.”

Savory smells of rosemary and sage announced the arrival of two steaming plates. Each hosted a piece of baked salmon nestled on a bed of noodles, covered with an herb cream sauce and garnished with several spears of grilled asparagus. They were quickly joined by a small platter laden with cheeses and warm bread for us to share. Between mouthfuls, I commented. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was!”

“And how goes your personal quest, Buffy?”

“I have not been called by the Nine but I’ve discussed the matter with Mara’s living saint in Bravil, Azura and rather extensively with the paladin who travels within me.”

Boderi smiled. “I’ve only read of Acadian in your journals and am pleased that you are now openly discussing him with me. If you are chosen, he will doubtless prove instrumental in your training.” She lifted an eyebrow warily. “Azura? Did she try to dissuade you from this path?”

“On the contrary. I learned that, per my mother’s request, Azura is actually my godmother and has monitored my growth since before I was born. She explained that the protective wards she placed on me at birth to protect my spirit have had the unfortunate side effect of preventing the Nine from communicating with me.”

Boderi frowned. “Daedric meddling! Those wards present a significant problem.”

“Not anymore,” I replied. “She supports whatever path I choose as any wise godmother would. At sunrise this morning, she removed her claim and all wardings from me so my heart would be open to the Nine.”

“By Julianos’ little teapot! I never would have anticipated such unselfishness from a Daedra Lord.”

“In her own way, Boderi, Azura loves me. I do not judge her evil, nor will I disavow her.”

“Based on what you have told me, I can understand, Buffy.”

“Palatinus, now that my heart is open to the Nine, how shall I proceed?”

“I want you to be careful what you ask for,” she replied. “As a paladin himself, I expect Acadian has explained the grim reality of what such a life entails?” After I nodded, she continued, “Have you decided then, that this is what you want?”

“It is, Boderi. I’ve seen the damage, heartache and tragedy that evil in powerful hands can cause – especially when augmented by the misuse of magic. If called by the Nine to serve as a paladin, I will embrace and try to live up to the role.”

“Very well then, and I’m proud of you, Buffy. I would urge you to tell the Divines exactly what you just told me. Then be patient. The decision to call you is theirs and, if it comes, will be on their timeline.”

“Thank you, Boderi, for providing the clarity needed for my next step.” Well satisfied by the meal, I lifted my arms, stretched and yawned.

Boderi stood. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

“I want to ask the University’s priest some questions before I call it a night, but Superian and I will depart on the morrow before first light.”

*

The stars were still bright as Superian and I set out in the morning. My talk with the priest had been productive – to a point. I believed I had a good understanding of each of the Nine except Kynareth. The priest confirmed that, of the Divines, she was the hardest to clearly understand. He urged me to visit her shrine just west of the city on my way to Bruma and speak with a Priestess of Kynareth before asking the Nine to select me as a paladin. That was our destination this morning.

The sun was well above the treetops by the time we found Kynareth’s shrine deep in the forest. “Greetings, traveler. I am Avita Vesnia, Priestess to Kynareth.” A smile played about the corners of the white-haired Imperial’s mouth as she eyed the little vixen nestled in front of me on Superian's saddle. Near the edge of the clearing I noticed two other clergy. All three were clad in simple green robes.

“My respects and well met, Priestess,” I replied as I dismounted. “My name is Dame Buffy and I seek to learn more of Lady Kynareth in my quest to become a paladin.”

“You have come to the right place, young knight, and I shall do my best to answer your questions.”

Aware that Bruma awaited to the north, I wasted no time. “Is her name Kyne or Kynareth?”

“Long ago, our Lady was the Goddess of War and Storms. She called herself Kyne. At the end of the Merethic Era, the World Eater Alduin, his fellow dragons and their priests sought to conquer Tamriel. In response, Kyne created ice dragons and chose brave Nordic knights to be her paladin dragon riders in an effort to counter the forces of Alduin. Alas, her dragons and paladins failed and as the last of them perished, Kyne began to cry.”

I asked, “Would I be correct that Sir Acadian and his dragon, Phantom – known in the dragon tongue as Vensahliz - were the last to fall?”

Her eyebrows climbed in surprise before she nodded. “Oh my! I see you’re quite a student of the Great Dragon War.” She then continued, “It would ultimately require Akatosh’s intervention to help the Nords banish Alduin far into the future. Kyne’s tears, however, lasted over a century - adding to glaciers, deepening seas, and swelling rivers and lakes. When she saw how her rain, combined with her sunshine nurtured the creations of her sister, Mara, it quite changed her. She devoted herself to sustaining the forests and its creatures. It was then she began calling herself Kynareth. She is the Goddess of sky, wind, rain, storms and sunshine.” Avita tilted her head to look pointedly at my large ears. “In Valenwood, she is known as the Sky Goddess, and Mara is called the Mother of Nirn.”

I nodded. “The tribes of my Cloud Dancer Clan worship the Nirn Mother and Sky Goddess instead of Yffre.”

“Then you are familiar with how Mara creates, and Kynareth sustains, the trees and creatures of your forests.”

I looked up at the azure expanse above that was interrupted by only a handful of white clouds. “Why is there no chapel to Kynareth?”

Avita raised an eyebrow. “But there is and you are standing within it. The forest surrounds us instead of walls, birds sing more beautifully than any choir and Kynareth’s own sky is our ceiling. Nothing we could build would compare to its majesty and beauty.”

“Do you think Kynareth would be a good sponsor for me as a paladin?”

“That is up to her,” said Avita with a chuckle. “Besides, I don’t know you well enough to offer such an assessment. What I can tell you is that Kynareth is a free spirit and as elusive as a butterfly in a thunderstorm. Of the Divines, she is the most whimsical and least likely to embrace rules and convention.” Avita glanced around her at the deer, rabbits, gently swaying trees and brilliant blue sky. “See what I mean?”

“Thank you, Priestess. You’ve provided much clarity.”

“May the Nine ease your travels, young knight.”

*

Note- By this point, and looking back over Buffy's life, it should be fairly clear that her most likely Divine sponsor will be either Kynareth or Mara. I am taking significant liberties in developing both deities to suit our purpose, as they play a critical role in Buffy’s long term future. Just as the details of Mara and Kynareth vary among cultures (eg: Kenarthi in Elsweyr), Buffy’s perception of them will resemble that held by her Cloud Dancer Clan.

A delightful interval this morning, while I am enjoying a RL break from oppressive summer heat and humidity (high of 77 today, which is just FINE).

I've always felt a particular connection to Kyne/Kynareth myself, ever since I found her little shrine in the forest west of the Imperial City. No temple? One has only to look to Nature to find Kyne.

While Lady Cora lived and ruled under the precepts of Arkay, I suspect her heart lies with either Kyne or Mara, as they are closest to the deep, old power she understands as Nirn.

Julian, though ruled by both Julianos and Akatosh, also listens to Kyne, as it is in her Redguard seafarer blood to do so.

And I suspect anyone who loves animals and nature as we do (me and my collective toons) would agree. Kyne is Kyne, and it would do well to respect her before one loves her.

While Mara embodies Love, to me Kyne embodies Life.

I look forward to Buffy's days in Bruma. I rather suspect that while she may not be in the forefront of things, she will be very busy indeed. And perhaps one of the Divines will call to her on the battlefield? They tend to do things like that at our most unguarded moments . . .

I love the notion that Mara creates and Kynareth sustains. Buffy and Avita’s discussion about the Sky Goddess provided the clarity I needed to “get” the Kyne-Kynareth of Buffy’s world. As you say, it is no surprise that the field of Nine Divines quickly narrows to two likely sponsors for Buffy. It is a delight to come along on her journey of discovery.

Let me guess, Buffy's Divine patron will be Tiber Septim?

The Mystic Mug is a great name for a mage's watering hole. Wow, they serve quite a dinner there! Now I am hungry.

I too really liked the idea that Mara births, and Kynareth nurtures. Likewise, I was right there with the priestess describing the forest, animals, and sky as Kynareth's chapel. Given her whimsical nature, I suspect that she might be a perfect fit for Buffy.

Some beautiful and rich lore behind Kyne / Kynareth and Mara.

I liked the scene with "the chapel" of Kynareth as well, the priestess provided a wise answer to a thoughtful question.

I wonder if Mystic Pizza is across the street from the Mystic Mug?

Previously- Having completed her quests in Leyawiin and Bravil, Buffy returned to the Arcane University and checked in with Boderi. The following morning, Buffy departed for Bruma, stopping briefly along the way at the shrine to Kynareth. The able priestess there was able to clarify Buffy’s questions about the somewhat complex and elusive Divine.

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Rider- I recall Lady Cora’s concept of the deep, old power that literally comes from the ground beneath her bare feet. I also agree that aspects of it certainly overlap with the way I’m trying to develop the Nirn Mother and Sky Goddess in Buffy’s world.

Grits- Your comment that Mara creates and Kyanareth sustains is concisely on the mark. You now realize the challenging, but win/win choice the Divines have to make in terms of who best suits Buffy’s nature. Mara’s power of love to inspire selfless action on behalf of others she holds dear? Kynareth’s penchant for nurturing and likely endorsing naked waterfall dancing? It took drafting some of the key scenes in the latter part of the book both ways before Buffy’s sponsor clearly revealed herself to me.

SubRosa- I agree that Kynareth would be a good fit for Buffy. And so would Mara. Though in the end a paladin can only have one sponsor, I have tried to ease the impact somewhat by presenting Mara and Kynareth as sisters who work closely together. From Azura’s cloud top meeting with the pair during the prelude to Book 2, to Azura mentioning them both in the same breath, to the Priestess of Kynareth being unable to fully describe her Divine without mention of Mara, to Buffy being raised in the City of Mara but traveling with an old paladin of Kyne. Just as there is a duality in Buffy herself (Buffy + Acadian), I suppose it should be no surprise that a degree of duality (Kynareth + Mara) exists with either of the two Divines in question.

Lopov- Thank you (and everyone, really) for accepting and even embracing the liberties I have taken regarding some of the details of Kynareth and Mara to support Buffy’s fiction.




“Are you Battlemage Cassius Vinipter?” I asked the steel-clad Imperial under a blue hood as I briefly conjured the arcane flame of guild recognition to my hand.

“Yes, just Cassius is fine and I greet you, guildmate. Welcome to Bruma.”

“Well met. I am called Buffy. Boderi Farano asked me to report to you.”

“Your face is new to me but I’ve heard of you, and Boderi briefed me on your skills before I left the University.”

“How can I best help?” I asked.

“I want you on the castle’s front wall with the archers during the coming battle. You’ll find an elf from the Skingrad Fighters Guild named Parwen up there; she’s in charge of the city’s ranged defense. Once the Great Gate is closed, head for the chapel to help the healers and priests tend to the inevitable wounded. When you get there report to Carahil – she’s part of the Anvil contingent of our guild. Questions?”

“Do we know when the Great Gate will open?”

“Not precisely,” he replied. “Martin’s plan is to march on Bruma at dawn tomorrow. Our guess is that will trigger several small gates to open, then the big one.”

“Got it. I’ll report to Parwen.”

Cassius nodded. “Grab some chow on the way. We’re hoping for a boring night then busy day tomorrow.”

After some hot stew with crusty bread at the field galley and filling my waterskin, I made my way up the main gatehouse and out onto the front wall. I recalled Parwen from last year’s archery tournament held in Bravil. The brunette wood elf was easy to spot, for she possessed the diminutive stature of a Bosmer paired with incongruously imposing breasts that rivaled those of a Nord. “Parwen!” I called with a wave.

“Buffy!” I remember you from the tourney. Your skill with a bow is most welcome up here.”

I noted numerous archers spaced along this section of wall. Several were within earshot and I returned their waves of acknowledgement. “How can I best support your plans, Parwen?”

“We expect several small Oblivion Gates followed by a big one to open right out there.” She pointed north-northeast toward an area more or less directly in front of the city’s main gatehouse. “Archers are up here on the front walls and most of the mages are atop the towers with a few healers and illusionists down on the ground. Bruma’s garrison, augmented by soldiers from other cities and melee members of the Fighters Guild, is down below and forward of the castle walls. Their ranks’ll swell dramatically when Martin’s army arrives tomorrow around dawn. A major concern is avoiding friendly fire. Tactics on the ground will be to form a defensive line, let the Daedra come to them and avoid getting close to any Oblivion Gates. Our job is to attrite as many Daedra as possible right as they come through the portals. The grunts’ll stay out of our killing zone in front of the portal openings and we’ll keep our arrows out of their melee engagement area across the front of their line. Don’t try to shoot Daedra once they get into melee range of the grunts. I don’t want the healers pulling a single friendly arrow out of our own troops. Got it?”

I nodded. “I’ve experienced the situation you’re trying to avoid. Archers firing into close combat on a busy battlefield can cause a lot more harm than good. I think you’ve got a prudent, effective plan.”

“I’m glad you’re on board, Buffy. Our enemies will almost certainly attempt to break through the defensive line and breach the main gatehouse to gain access to the city. Daedra are dangerous and relentless foes, especially in numbers, but their tactics are simple and predictable.”

“Where do you want me, Parwen?”

“Find a position along the wall north of the gatehouse and try to get some sleep in place. Those south of the gatehouse are up and alert now. Every two hours through the night we’ll rotate that so we’ve got a constant watch but everyone gets some rest – or at least tries to.”

As she turned, I remembered. “Oh, Parwen, once the Great Gate is closed, Cassius Vinipter wants me to augment the healers at the chapel.”

She faced me again, one eyebrow raised. “You’re a healer and archer both?”

“Yes. I’m a mystic archer, skilled with bow and the magicks of healing and illusion,” I gestured at the dagger riding on one of her hips and winked, “but I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with one of those.”

“Good to know, Buffy. If we take casualties up here, I’ll call for you.”

Archers were spaced every five or so paces apart along the wall. Between each firing position was a barrel filled with extra arrows. I found an open spot, retrieved a wolf pelt from my mage pouch to wrap around me, then curled up on the hard stone to try and rest. Kitsune appeared and dutifully settled in with me. Despite her small size, the extra body heat was welcome.

Between the cold, stone, noise and being roused every two hours to stand watch, I didn’t get much sleep. Serving girls from the city’s taverns supplied us with flatbread, ham slices and water a couple times during the night.

As the horizon gradually lightened and twinkling stars yielded to hints of a new day, I yawned and stretched - stiff from sleeping on cold stone. My vixen familiar disappeared; I had learned she was no fan of crowds. The tavern girls were making their way along the wall again, this time issuing us warm oatmeal muffins and steaming black tea. I felt a bittersweet tinge as no butterfly joined me this sunrise.

When the sun finally allowed its first rays to spill over the horizon to our front, I was grateful for the hint of warmth they promised. The air up here in Bruma still retained some autumnal moderation and the season’s first snowfall had not yet occurred. Though still too cool for my Bosmer blood laced with the tree sap of a southern Valenwood graht oak, I was grateful we were not fighting in the bone-chilling cold that would later descend upon this city so close to the Skyrim border.

When the sun was fully resting on the horizon, I heard the distant blare of trumpets. Parwen shouted, “Everyone on their feet! Won’t be long now.”

As she made her way along the wall cheerfully talking to the archers, one of them grumbled, “Whoever planned a dawn battle with the rising sun in our eyes musta' been a few arrows short of a full quiver.”

Parwen addressed his concern, “Have you ever seen an open Oblivion Gate?”

“Well, no,” was the response.

“Be at ease,” replied Parwen with a grim smile, “for an Oblivion Gate darkens the sky and blocks the sun. It belches plenty of firelight though. You’ll be able to see your targets just fine.”

Soon, I heard the sounds of heavy hooves and marching boots – lots of them - approaching from the road to our north.

I thought my love life is hopeless. At least I've never had to worry about somebody's totem defeating mine!

I agree about trying to discern Kynareth's message, and several other Aedra and Daedra. Some of them are definitely more vague than others.

I like that "guild recognition" magic being cast there. How clever. And goodness. Buffy on the "front lines" with other archers? Oh no no no.... apparently there's been some miscommunication.

Yeah, make sure she fills that waterskin.



There we go. Starting to get the feel for what you've got there, Parwen.

Trumpets blare. It's so odd battlefields used to feature musical instruments.

Ahh, this brings back memories - tinged with an equal mixture of fondness, nostalgia and pure terror!

This jumped out at me: I hope whatever Divine calls Dame Buffy sends a similar companion/reminder of her patronage daily to fill that void!

Parwen's plan is sound. One potential nit: Is that even a word? I am familiar with attrition; however, I am unable to identify a verb for it (attrite) in the Oxford dictionaries I have installed on my Mac. I'll defer to the military specialist, and I wonder if this is something Parwen would say - does she have a propensity to make up verbs for these kinds of situations? Since it is dialogue, I'm not sure I would change it. I just wondered if this was your intent.

We're getting down to the Battle of Burma now! I can't wait to meet General Slim, and see Kohima and Imphal.

Yay its Parwen! I still recall her from the Torment Tournament of Archers. Carahil too! It is nice to be seeing a lot of old friends once more.

I cannot imagine being able to sleep the night before something like that. Not even on the softest feather bed, let alone stone.

Nice observations on not only the rising sun, but also how Gates bring their own Oblivion weather with them.


@haute: I have heard the term attrite used by military people in documentaries before.

You're nicely "building up" the story before the great battle.

Great to see Parwen again! Too bad there wasn't the familiar butterfly this time, but by now we know, why it must be like that.

I wonder who could be riding from up north? Blades perhaps?

Previously- Buffy finally arrived in Bruma, where Martin’s army was expected to arrive the following morning and likely trigger the opening of a Great Oblivion Gate. Buffy was assigned to augment the city’s currently reinforced defensive effort by joining the archers along the front wall and, once the anticipated battle was over, to join the healers in Bruma’s chapel to help mend the wounded.

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Renee- I owe Jean M. Auel and her massive series of Earth’s Children novels for the role of totems in conception. Hopefully, Buffy will be safe up on the castle walls with plenty of soldiers on the ground in front of her. We’ll see in today’s episode the value of trumpets for signaling commands above the din of battle.

Rider- Though our battle for Bruma will have its own twists to support the story, I’m pleased that so far we’re evoking some nostalgic memories. Thanks for your endorsement of Parwen’s concept and precautions. Thanks for sharing your question about ‘attrite’. I encountered its use many times in my career during tactical briefings and consider it largely military jargon. After you mentioned it, I checked and was able to find it as a verb in the on line dictionary I use. I’ve encountered that before – some dictionaries list a word while others don’t. Regardless, I appreciate your sharp eye and the opportunity to confirm my use of it was intentional.

SubRosa- Hee! Buffy has found she can even sleep in the upper branches of a tree when she needs to. The archer’s concern about the rising sun in their eyes struck me as well when I was drafting the scene. Then I had a forehead slapping moment as I realized the same thing Parwen explained to the young archer. I’m glad Parwen evoked some memories. I remember her fondly from our joint Teresa/Buffy presentations of the Tournament of Archers. Buffy will similarly get to work with Carahil (Anvil guildmagister) during the battle’s aftermath.

Lopov- I hope our presentation of the actual battle in today’s episode lives up to your kind words about our build up to it. Looks like the Fighters and Mages guild support are in place, along with contingents from various guard forces across Cyrodiil. Some big players are still unaccounted for, so let’s bring them into play before we kick off today's big battle.



The noise of the approaching army grew louder as its lead elements passed the castle’s northwest tower and came into view. I smiled to see Knights of the White Stallion in gleaming armor astride their warhorses. They were followed by several units of infantry displaying the Legion banner and equipped with shields and short swords. I recalled Savlian Matius explaining that such units were designed to fight in tight formation and hold a front line. Following them were more Legion units carrying their long spears vertically as they marched. I heard Parwen’s voice nearby, “Those spearmen will array themselves close behind the front shield line and, while thusly protected, be able to thrust over the front ranks.”

The knights split into two groups, each taking a position well out on the forward flanks. The Legion units moved much as Parwen had described, into an imposing line between the castle and where we expected the gates to open. Simultaneously, the castle’s garrison, along with its augments from other cities and the Fighters Guild, repositioned to fortify the ends of the front line in depth, presumably to inhibit flanking by the enemy.

I saw Martin astride a bay warhorse, bareheaded but wearing ornate plate armor and flanked by the horses of Sirs Mazoga and Agronak. Closely trailing Martin was a unit of Blades. I recognized Baurus, along with the balding Blade who was their leader. I couldn’t recall his name, only the unpleasant welcome he had given me the one time we met at Weynon Priory. Finally, were the trumpeters, accompanied by a handful of brown-robed monks with staves, and a small unit of crossbowmen.

Martin and his pair of champions moved to one side of the procession and held their position, as the Blades continued and centered themselves several paces behind the front lines. The monks and trumpeters arrayed themselves aft of the Blades. The crossbow unit proceeded into the main gatehouse and up to its roof where they were briefed by Parwen before taking firing positions there.

For a time, the only sounds were birds chirping and the occasional snort of an impatient warhorse. Martin, Mazoga and Agronak then rode along the front of the shield wall until the army was centered behind them.

“I am here, Dagon!” announced Martin. The soft-spoken Priest of Akatosh that Savlian and I had rescued from the chapel in Kvatch now spoke with a commanding voice that pierced the crisp morning air. “The blood of a Dragon flows within me and I have been called upon by Akatosh to banish you from this realm. Unleash your minions as you will, for we will destroy them. Bruma shall not be yours this day!”

Though his words sounded terrifyingly reckless, I knew Martin’s intent was to goad Mehrunes Dagon into opening a Great Oblvion Gate. It occurred to me that Martin was on a Divine quest and calling upon the strength of Akatosh. If I was ever to become a paladin, I would likely find myself in similar situations. “Divines,” I whispered, “Azura has given me over to you and I trust you to gird my heart and guide my hands.”

The sky then rapidly darkened as a deep angry voice from another world boomed its angry response to Martin’s challenge, “Insolent worms! When your world and the Deadlands become one, the skins of those you love will fly as my banners!”

I swallowed hard and unshouldered my bow. Martin had certainly gotten the attention of the Daedric Lord of Destruction!

A rumble of thunder was quickly followed by several more as crimson bolts of lightning tore ragged streaks across the dark sky and an Oblivion Gate opened.

My first arrow joined more than a score of others as scamps began to pour from the fiery portal. Our foes from this first wave were quickly reduced to corpses. I noted that Sirs Mazoga and Agronak rode to one flank and joined the waiting White Stallion knights. Martin repositioned to join his Blades behind the front lines.

As a second gate opened, we loosed arrows again. As with the first gate none of this one’s first wave made it to our shield wall. The first gate then belched out another wave of Daedra, including some clannfear – which required more arrows to kill. Simultaneously, a third gate opened, releasing its own batch of foes.

The three gates began to spill overlapping waves faster than our full wall of archers could kill them. Fireballs, streaks of arcane lightning, spikes of ice and crossbow bolts now poured from the towers and gatehouse roof to augment our arrows. Due to sheer numbers, some of the wounded Daedra were beginning to make it through our gauntlet and approach the wall of shields. “Maintain fire discipline!” yelled Parwen. “Keep your targeting in the killing zone and let the shield wall deal with leakers.”

As we exacted a high toll on the Daedra, I was gratified to realize that my self-replenishing quiver could keep up with the rapid, sustained rate of fire required. Those who managed to make it past our targeting area in front of the gates and to the front lines were held by the shield wall as short swords jabbed and spears reached over the front rank to thrust into the Daedra. Atronachs and enemy spellcasters remained in our killing zone to use their ranged attacks and, therefore, died quickly.

Occasionally, a Daedra who made it through our withering fire would try to outflank the shield wall. Those who circled wide were intercepted by mounted knights; those who remained close to the front lines while attempting to flank were met by the augmented castle garrison force reinforcing each end of the shield wall.

Suddenly, in the center of the area already hosting three Oblivion Gates, a massive new portal appeared. The Great Gate looked to be twice the height and three times the width of the others. It immediately belched out a handful of Daedra.

I saw Martin raise one arm and yell out a command, though the din of the battlefield prevented me from understanding his words. A moment later, the trumpeters issued a single blast.

All knights out on both flanks, Sirs Mazoga and Agronak among them, instantly spurred their mounts directly toward the Great Gate.

“Cease fire!” roared Parwen.

The knights quickly filled our killing zone in front of the portals with steel and Daedric blood as Mazoga and Agronak did flying dismounts into the open maw of the Great Gate. One knight grabbed the reins of both abandoned warhorses. Then, just as quickly as they had charged the gates, all knights retreated to their original positions out on the forward flanks.

“Fire at will!” commanded Parwen. As the next wave of Daedra appeared, we did so.

I knew the two orcs had but a limited time to retrieve the great sigil stone for Martin and close that gate before a daedric siege crawler would emerge. Savlian had described the one that attacked Kvatch and I knew that even Martin’s army couldn’t save Bruma from such a terrifying weapon.

With four gates now open those of us on the castle's front wall literally had our hands full of bow and arrows trying to kill what seemed an endless flow of Daedra pouring into our killing zone. I paused just long enough to cast a pair of spells - one to heal the torn calluses on my now bleeding bowstring fingers; the other to aid my flagging stamina and aching arms and shoulders.

More Daedra were making it through our gauntlet and I could see the front line’s shield wall beginning to waver under the relentless pressure. The brown-robed monks were casting restorative spells into the ranks and the number of wounded on stretchers being carried into the city was increasing. Blades were eschewing their katanas in favor of the spears or short swords and shields of fallen Legion soldiers as they filled in potential gaps in the forward ranks. The grim situation and my exhaustion provided fertile soil for the poisonous vines of doubt and fear that insidiously tugged at my resolve.

I heard Martin yell something as he gestured to the trumpeters. Three quick blasts followed, spurring the Knights of the White Stallion back into action. They charged along the front lines, putting numerous Daedra to the sword while trampling others under the massive hooves of their warhorses. Martin’s decision to commit his mounted reserve had the desired effect. With the knights fully engaged, I could see and almost feel the exhausted line of shields rally.

I knew, however, that none of us could maintain such a pace for much longer against a foe who could field endless waves of tireless Daedra. Two of the knights had already been surrounded and mortally struck down, while three more battled valiantly on foot after having been dislodged from their mounts. The front line was beginning to visibly falter again.

This battle would end soon. Either the gates would close and we would win. . . or a siege crawler would emerge and we would likely perish trying to defend Bruma. The outcome hinged entirely now on the actions of two mighty orcs inside that Great Gate. I had fought alongside both of them and knew that our lives could not be in better hands.

My heart sank though as the Great Gate brightened and the whirling teeth of a daedric siege engine slowly began to emerge. The arrows, bolts, fire, ice and lightening we poured into it did little to deter the machine’s slow but steady progress.

Suddenly, I heard a deep rumble and the ground began to shake. I was unsure what that heralded until the Great Gate itself disintegrated in a shower of embers and the three smaller gates collapsed. The siege crawler was now a harmless hulk with one of its front corners collapsed upon the ground. My heart remained in my throat until the dust cleared enough for me to see both orcs huddled together on the ground. Sir Mazoga still had both arms tightly wrapped around the waist of her mate who clutched their prize – a great sigil stone.

After a few long seconds, I saw them both stir then gradually get to their feet. A cheer rose from Martin’s army. The exhausted line of infantry parted as Martin, along with a handful of his Blades and monks, rushed straight to the orcs. My instinctive urge to join them was cut short as I noted numerous wounded being carried into the city and recalled my orders. Rapid feet carried me to the gatehouse, down into the city, up the steps of the chapel and inside.