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Posted by: Acadian Dec 18 2019, 01:42 PM

Welcome to Book 3! As ever, Buffy’s tale of continuing adventure remains one that is character-driven with more focus on her journey than the destination.

Buffy is a Bosmeri child of Tamriel, raised in Bravil and trained at the Arcane University. Her bigger story arc will eventually and magically cross temporal boundaries, enabling her to travel between Eras.

Near the end of Book 1, Buffy helped the man she loved, Savlian Matius, free his city of Kvatch. They were successful, but the terrible cost included Savlian's very life. It was a physically and emotionally broken elf who retreated in grief and despair to her ancestral homeland. Book 2 picks up shortly thereafter and chronicles Buffy's journey of recovery and self-discovery through Valenwood. Book 3 takes place in Cyrodiil and will see the Oblivion Crisis finally yield to the dawn of a new Era – even as Buffy accepts the challenges of walking an ancient path of her own. The small elf has traditionally danced between darkness and light; in this book, she must ultimately and entirely commit to one or the other.

Books 1 and 2, in their staggering entirety as well as an executive summary concise enough to comfortably be read in one sitting, can be found on our sub forum. That said, enjoying Book 3 does not really require more information than is contained right here in these few introductory paragraphs. I have taken care to have Buffy review significant aspects of her past as they become relevant. More specifically, I want new readers to feel comfortable just jumping right into Book 3 without feeling obligated to read Buffy’s previous books first.

I estimate that at one episode per week, Book 3 will require roughly seven months to post. My fervent hope is that you find our humbly-offered efforts worthy of your time.

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~ Part 1 – Welcome Back to Cyrodiil ~


Episode 1


The few determined streaks of early sunshine that managed to penetrate the forest merely teased my right shoulder with their fleeting warmth. Superian’s visible breath drifted up and back to join with the misty fog of my own. Kitsune – my vixen familiar – loped along easily but alertly beside us. The sound of hooves on the Green Road’s worn cobblestones was comforting, but could mask the subtle sounds of approaching danger from the sensitive long ears that all three of us possessed. My sharp eyes, augmented by twin rings of detect life, moved constantly, even as I also relied on the long noses of my precious mare and fox familiar to detect the scent of foes.

Numerous small life signs on the road ahead brought us to a stop. I urged the mare forward cautiously until the forms of half a dozen vultures and several jackals squabbling among themselves came into view. Enough of the armored head and reptilian body remained to identify the carcass they feasted upon as that of a clannfear.

Kitsune teleported up to her spot between my lap and the pommel of Superian’s saddle. The carrion feeders were larger than she and we had no interest in fighting them. We skirted the edge of the road, and those tasked by the Nirn Mother with cleaning her forest briefly gave ground. The unmistakably large tracks of a grizzly bear in the soft ground just off the road told the story. Soon enough, the hungry arguments of the scavengers and acrid smell were behind us. Kitsune leapt to the ground to resume her easy lope alongside Superian.

Cyrodiil had become a much more dangerous place since my return from Valenwood a few months ago. Oblivion Gates had begun appearing with disturbing frequency. Most of the Daedra remained close to the gates that spawned them but some roamed - leaving terror and death in their wake.

The Nirn Mother had responded to the flaming blights within her forests. Grizzly bears, like the one responsible for the tracks I had just seen, were not shy about attacking Daedra.

Spriggans were now more numerous. They and their black bears struggled to protect and restore the forest. They also diligently planted vines near closed Oblivion Gates that could, over time, heal the charred land and even consume the jagged stone detritus left behind.

Thoughts of Oblivion Gates drew my mind to a dear friend, Sir Mazoga. The last I had seen of her was when she and her mate, Sir Agronak, left Kvatch with Martin Septim in tow. Since then, the only word I had of the orcish pair came from reading about how successful they were at slaying Daedra and closing Oblivion Gates. Their squire, Fanador, had become quite the prolific scribe when it came to recording the heroic deeds of his knights.

Well before the sun reached its zenith, it was swallowed by a darkening sky. As we cautiously continued, the road’s next curve allowed a better view. Fear and anger grew within me as I saw the flaming arc of jagged stone that stood before us in the distance. Ominous streaks of red lightning pierced the sinister clouds that hung above this portal to the realm of Mehrunes Dagon.

Had this Oblivion Gate been out in the wilderness, I would have given it a wide berth and moved on.

Alas, such was not the case here.

Heaving a troubled sigh, I whispered to the spirit of the old paladin who dwelled within me, “Acadian, I know the message Kud-Ei gave me last night from Boderi Farano directed that I report to the University straightaway, but this gate is close enough to the Green Road that it poses a serious threat to any who might attempt to travel between Bravil and the vulnerable villages and inns south of Pell’s Gate. I-I can’t leave it open.”

“I share your trepidation, Buffy,” replied Acadian, “but I am proud of your choice.”

While maintaining a good distance from the gate, I circuitously maneuvered Superian up onto a ridgeline that provided adequate range and cover. After carefully selecting a concealed spot among several trees, I dismounted Superian and unshouldered Slayer – my bow.

Kitsune and I crept just clear enough of the trees to gain a commanding view of the gate. Sure enough, I could see a pair of scamps and a single Daedroth patrolling just outside the gate.

There was no banner planted in front of the flaming portal to indicate anyone was inside attempting to close it. Such warning precautions had become necessary. Whether Mehrunes Dagon realized it or not, the very sigil stones that powered these gates had incentivized their destruction. They were prized for their ability to powerfully enchant items with neither training nor access to specialized altars. Bands of intrepid adventurers had grown wealthy closing gates and harvesting the valuable stones. Some of them had undergone the Legion’s gate-closing training program conducted at the Arena, while others had simply gleaned what knowledge they needed from the authoritative writings of Fanador as he described the exploits of his lieges.

“Well, here goes, my paladin. We’ve got to clear those sentries first,” I whispered. “I hope I know what we’re doing.”

As soon as the emerald swirl completed its journey from my fingertips, the Daedroth roared a challenge to the scamps who answered with a barrage of fireballs.

As the Daedra battled, I nocked an arrow.

When the burned and wounded Daedroth stood victoriously alone, I drew my bowstring. The weapon responded by assisting me to fully achieve and maintain its heavy draw. I was able to leisurely aim, then loose. Slayer also helped control the bowstring’s recovery, resulting in a quiet hiss instead of the loud snap normally associated with releasing an arrow. My missile lethally penetrated the monster’s chest.

A scan of the area detected no pink glowing life signs nearby.

I knew I had to move fast, as the Oblivion Gate would soon spawn replacement sentries.

Superian quickly and surely carried me directly down the side of the ridgeline. When I could feel the heat from the portal’s flames, I dismounted and summoned my elven hunting knife. I cut a green branch to a length that matched my height then affixed the small green Mages Guild pennant I carried. I then planted my banner near the gate. It would suffice to warn any who approached that a guild mage was inside. Those foolish enough to enter such a marked gate could expect to die when whoever was inside pulled the sigil stone. We had originally learned this lesson the hard way when Menien Goneld did not survive the closing of Kvatch’s gate.

I checked that my waterskin was full, wishing I had two of them. After augmenting my twin detect life rings with a third ring to help resist the heat of the Deadlands, I asked, “Acadian, would you recall our dragon-mare to safety within us?”

“Vensahliz, I need you,” was my paladin’s simple incantation. Vensahliz was Phantom’s name in dragon tongue, meaning wind-phantom-ice. Phantom was Acadian’s ice dragon mount. Though they both perished serving Kyne during the great dragon war at the end of the Merethic Era over four thousand years ago, their spirits lived – Acadian within me and Phantom within Superian. In order to return to Acadian, Phantom transformed the body she shared with Superian into the essence of their combined spirit. The mare evaporated into a pale blue vapor which made its way to my fingers. I closed my open hand to absorb her.

A moment later, Acadian announced, “She is safely with me now.”

With a glance from me, Kitsune disappeared. Satisfied with the preparations, I took a deep breath. Before I could change my mind, I slipped into the flaming portal.

Even as the dry heat began to permeate my buckskins, I sought a place of hiding among the rocks. The layout of this piece of the Deadlands seemed blessedly simpler than that which Savlian and I had navigated at Kvatch. I moved quickly to the sigil tower, relying on my detection magic and stealth to avoid several roaming Daedra.

Working my way up the tower, I used illusion spells to start several fights among its guardians. The ensuing distractions served to focus their attention away from me as I manipulated any doors or switches necessary to ascend.

The top of this sigil tower was guarded by a storm atronach and dremora warrior. After my magic coaxed the two into combat against each other, I sprinted to the sigil stone and grabbed it.

As the tower rumbled and began to collapse, intense white light forced my eyes closed and I felt myself falling and spinning. After a few terrifying seconds, I bounced off the cold ground of Nirn and scrambled to my feet.

Posted by: Renee Dec 18 2019, 01:51 PM

Aw, you sly man. All this time you've been making up her new story. biggrin.gif Thanks for the recaps from Books 1 and 2.

Cripes, she's in Cyrodiil??? blink.gif Does this mean she's going to PvP?? Wait, it mentions twin detect life rings. So that's Oblivion. Which game are you playing? Maybe a mixture of imagination, while playing ESO, right?

That's pretty neat; spriggans plant vines to take back the mess those Daedra leave behind.

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Bands of intrepid adventurers had grown wealthy closing gates and harvesting the valuable stones


Oh yes we have.

Nice, so she frenzies the Daedra, then readies her bow. This is Oblivion then. Wait...

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I knew I had to move fast, as the Oblivion Gate would soon spawn replacement sentries.


No, it's ESO? Only this game respawns enemies so quickly Gets on my nerves, actually.

Well whichever game this is based on (or if it's pure imagination) welcome back. cake.gif I have a question about ESO as seen through Buffy's eyes by the way, but I'll ask it next time.

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 18 2019, 04:08 PM

Buffy has a brand new book!

The Buffster, foxy familiar, and precious mare are back in Cyrodiil again. January will have to keep an eye out for her.

I love the thought of Spriggans choking off the oblivion gates, as vegetation always does at its slow, steady pace. So nice to see the Nirn Mother reacting against the disease of the interlopers.

The open gate reminds us that the Oblivion Crisis is still ongoing. Now it is sniper time. Ah, I do remember Buffy's patented Frenzy then sniping combination.

I love the idea that Capitalism is the downfall of the Daedra. All someone had to do was make it profitable to fight the Army of Darkness!

The idea of planting a banner at the gate is very clever, to warn others not to try to follow inside, and be trapped there when their predecessors took the sigil stone.

So nice to see Buffy and her entourage back again! This was a nice refresher, without being too heavy-handed on the Telling, with just enough new action sprinkled in to keep things interesting.

Posted by: Grits Dec 19 2019, 04:10 AM

Yay for Buffy’s Book 3!!

A banner outside the Gate is a great idea! I love that adventurers, knights, bears, and spriggans are all responding to the Oblivion crisis. Buffy’s Gate encounter provided a live demonstration of what a summary would have told, tremendous!

“I hope I know what we’re doing.” This made me smile. It is a delight to ride along on Buffy’s adventures again! happy.gif

Posted by: haute ecole rider Dec 19 2019, 06:49 PM

Just recently I spent some time revisiting Nostalgia Lane by re reading Julian's story. Then you post this first installment in what looks to be Buffy's own resolution to the Oblivion Crisis. *Sigh* It is so good to be back in TES IV again, if only vicariously.

When I first read of the banner in front of the Gate, I thought to myself Damn, I wish I had thought of that! Then I realized that in Julian's story, she always left her horse nearby, and others seeing them would realize there would be someone in there already. So her horses performed a similar function as Buffy's banner. Also, her Crisis didn't seem to take as long as Buffy's already has done, so there would be little opportunity for those intrepid adventurers to take on those Gates. So let me echo what others have said and kudos to you and Buffy for that banner idea!

I've also thought long and hard about what to do about those Gates once they're closed. In the game, they ruin perfectly beautiful places for what seems like forever. In fact, it was intended to be part of Julian's LBMQ that she would address that issue. Your solution is wonderful, and very typical of Buffy's world.

Posted by: BretonBlood Dec 19 2019, 07:34 PM

A new Buffy book!! YES!

This was a great way to start off the new one. Buffy back in Cyrodiil, and going into am Oblivion Gate. The banner trick is genius, a way to keep people safe who have entered the gate so no one comes along and closes the gate with them still inside.

She was smart to use her illusion magic to make the Daedra fight themselves, that makes her mission that much simpler as they aren't focused on her. This was a great first chapter can't wait for more.

Posted by: Lopov Dec 19 2019, 07:37 PM

Great, Buffy's back (on the track)!

I haven't read the story yet, but will do so in the coming days, I want some time for myself only as I focus on the story.

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Dec 21 2019, 06:40 AM

Buffy is back! I kept wondering if we would see a next installment of her since her adventures in Valenwood! Happy to see we're back to Cyrodiil.

Our long-eared friends have returned, and are always primed for something. Seems that the Oblivion Crisis is still raging across Cyrodiil as those fiery gates continue to appear. A good(bad) Daedra is dead one, and it seems even after death their remains can potentially bring big problems such as bears and other hungry predators. Buffy was wise in moving forward.

I love the descriptions on the ongoing crisis and the effects it had on the world. What I really enjoyed here was the fact that brave adventurers made a nice sum with sigil stones that powered(and closed) Oblivion gates. No doubt after the crisis is over, there's much coin to be made.

As others have pointed out, the banner at the gate is a very wise idea! Very smart! This will potentially save lives! Rest in peace Menien Goneld salute.gif

I'm so glad we get to see Buffy back in action! Seeing her make short work of the Daedra only gives us more expectation on what's to come. Upon her moments of self-reflection and meditation, I wonder how much different Buffy is now when renewed with promise.

Posted by: Acadian Dec 25 2019, 02:12 PM

Renee- This story takes place in the game of Oblivion against the backdrop of ending the Obivion Crisis. Buffy has done much world and time traveling since the Oblivion Crisis so this book is effectively sharing some of her old memoires. Thank you so much for joining us!

SubRosa- I’ve found that sequels have their own challenge of how much to review – too much risks boring readers who know Buffy well; too little and new readers are confused. Regardless, there are some essential background elements that must be covered fairly early on. I felt it important that the first few episodes include a good review of who Buffy is, her skills/trappings/companions and where she’s been. Thanks for the encouragement that it has not been excessively heavy handed so far – this was indeed a fair amount of background info to convey, and upcoming episodes will be progressively much lighter in that regard.

Grits- The loss of Menion during Buffy’s first gate closing left a lasting impact on the elf. The use of banners seemed a logical precaution to have developed as more adventurers began closing gates. I appreciate your comment on ‘I hope I know what we’re doing’ as Buffy has used it before to demonstrate the ever presence of Acadian within her. Thank you!

Rider- I’m glad to see that Julian also recognized that a warning outside a gate with adventurers inside was a wise precaution – and using Blanco sounds like an effective alternative. Thank you!

BretonBlood- I’m glad that our idea of using a banner struck a chord with several readers. Illusion spells + bow have been Buffy’s forte so far in her stories. Thank you!

Lopov- Thanks for joining us. I understand the need to read without distractions and look forward to your thoughts.

DE- Buffy, Kitsune and Superian are indeed the ‘Long-eared Gang’! Yes, after a side trip to Valenwood for Book 2, the B is back to help her friends end the Oblivion Crisis. Regarding how Buffy’s experiences have changed her, she is indeed evolving – and Acadian will point that out to her in this next episode. Thank you!

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Note- Here is a https://i.imgur.com/PWGBIHH.png of Buffy, Superian and Kitsune. Though the shot is from ESO, it is how I envision them during this story.

Previously- Having been summoned to the Arcane University by Boderi Farano, we joined Buffy en route from Bravil. When she encountered an Oblivion Gate dangerously close to the road, she closed it.

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Episode 2


A quick self-inspection verified that I had escaped the Deadlands uninjured. The dark Oblivion sky had fled and I could now see long shadows cast by a westering sun. The sigil stone in my hand hummed with an irritating buzz.

I pulled a spare blouse from what appeared to be a small mage satchel at my waist. In fact, it was a heavily enchanted almost weightless bag of holding. Its cavernous interior could hold an astonishing number of items almost irrespective of size, shape and weight. Thankfully, by merely placing a hand inside the pouch, I could telepathically recall any object stowed inside right to my fingers instead of having to rummage through its many contents. Wrapping the humming sigil stone, I slipped it into the satchel.

Free of the stone’s distracting noise, I was able to focus on recovering my mare. “Superian, I need you.” The spirit that Phantom and Superian shared flowed from within and traveled down one arm until it filled my right fist. As I opened my fingers to release the magic of her essence, Superian materialized in front of me - still under tack.

“Well done, heroine.”

I nearly jumped out of my boots at the voice. So preoccupied had I been silencing and stowing the sigil stone then recovering my mare, that I had noticed neither the glow of the woman’s life sign nor her approach. I turned to see a Breton whose face, framed by short dark hair, appeared to have seen perhaps thirty winters. A dagger was tucked into the belt that cinched a gray robe around her slender form.

She continued, “I was traveling south. . .“

The fact that Superian snorted nervously and backed several paces away as the Breton spoke, told me much more than the woman’s words.

“. . . helping to make this road once again safe. I thank you.”

I had learned to rely on my mare’s judgment. Sure enough, I now detected the tailless pink glows of several more humans, or perhaps elves, in the nearby forest. I began easing back toward Superian, saying, “Thank you for the kind words, traveler, but I must be continuing my journey without delay.”

She replied, louder than was necessary, “The sigil stone you carry is a rich prize but hardly worth your life, I should think.” Three men stepped from the forest and surrounded me. A Redguard wielded a pair of short swords, while two Nords brandished a war hammer and battleaxe respectively. The woman continued, “Perhaps you should surrender that stone to us before peacefully continuing your journey.”

While pleased with Superian’s instincts, the mare had moved too far away to immediately mount. Not only was I surrounded, but even Superian's stunning acceleration couldn’t outrun most spells – and I assumed the Breton with two empty hands was some sort of hedge wizard.

“Very well,” I said. “Four against one are inauspicious odds.” I retrieved the sigil stone and held it up. If they accepted it and let me go, I would track them down and end their careers of banditry. If their plan was to leave no witnesses. . . well, I'd just have to fight all four of them.

“Roll it across the ground to me,” directed the mage.

I did so.

She picked up the stone and stowed it in her pack. “Okay, boys, the elf’s all yours. Just make sure she’s dead after you’ve had your fun with her. Oh, and after you dispose of her body, bring that big yellow warhorse with you – looks like it’ll fetch a good price.”

Both Nords licked their lips as the Redguard spoke. “Well, well, aren’t you a pretty little tree nymph. How ‘bout you set that bow on the ground real easy like, kick it away, then shuck off them buckskins. If you’re real nice to us, we’ll kill you quick after we’ve all had our turn with you.”

The mage smirked, then turned and started to walk away as the men began to argue about who would ‘have their turn’ first.

My right hand began to move slowly toward my bow as instructed. Before it got to my shoulder, however, I spiked the air with my fist and vanished in a lavender cloud of magic. With merely a thought, Kitsune appeared in my place. Quickly slipping out of the circle formed by the three men and gaining a bit of distance, I filled my hand with Slayer.

“The leaf eater’s turned into a damn fox!” shouted one of the Nords. “Get her!”

As Kitsune nimbly slipped between the men and ran toward the hedge wizard, the trio chased after her – away from me.

The mage turned back toward us, “You imbeciles! That’s a summon - ignore it. I’ll cast a detect life spell, locate the elf, then dispel her invisibility.”

My arms, hands and bow appeared in front of me of their own accord as I pulled silk to cheek and loosed the first arrow.

Before the mage’s corpse hit the ground, an illusion spell swirled from my right hand. As it blossomed into the trio of remaining foes, they turned on each other.

By the time only one bloodied Nord remained on his feet, I was well beyond the reach of his war hammer and stood behind my fully drawn bow. “I can kill you long before you close the distance,” I warned, “Drop your weapon and step back from it.”

The fury in his eyes gradually resigned to the reality of his situation. He did as I instructed.

“My name is Dame Buffy. I judge you guilty of robbery, as well as attempted rape, murder and horse thievery. The penalty for such crimes in Cyrodiil is death. I take no pleasure in delivering this sentence but you cannot be allowed the opportunity to ever again attempt such acts against other travelers who may be less able to defend themselves. Unlike the demeaning humiliation you and your associates planned to inflict before killing me, I will grant you a mercifully quick death. Have you any last words? Or would you like a moment to make peace with your gods?”

He spat on the ground, then met my gaze with a wild look in his eyes. I was ready when, instead of yielding to his fate, the unarmed Nord charged.

At this range it was an easy shot. My missile pierced his left eye and the man’s head snapped back violently as my arrowhead shattered the back of his skull. Like the hedge wizard, he was dead before he hit the ground.

I confirmed that none of the four bandits emitted life signs, then returned the sigil stone to my satchel as Superian approached. “You knew that woman was a brigand before I did. Anyone who thinks horses are dumb is full of imp chips.” I mounted and looked down at my vixen as she happily waved her luxuriant tail. “Thank you, Kitsune. The illusion we’ve practiced where you appear to replace me worked wonderfully - though keeping watch for me while I was distracted stowing the sigil stone and recovering Superian would have been helpful also. Now, let us leave this place and allow these bandits to provide for the needs of those little ones who keep this part of the forest clean.”

Once heading north again along the Green Road we rode in silence until Acadian spoke, “I am proud of you, Buffy.”

I frowned. “For what, Acadian? Leaving four dead bandits in my wake?”

“You had no choice regarding the first three,” he replied. “The fourth had to die as well – for exactly the reasons you explained to him. I recall a time when, rather than granting him a merciful death, you would have gut shot him, then taunted him as he slowly died in agony. I believe you have learned the difference between vengeful retribution and righteous justice.”

I uncomfortably recalled doing exactly what the paladin described to a highwayman who had swung his axe at my precious mare over a year ago. “I. . . I hadn’t really thought about it, I suppose, but perhaps you’re right. I knew all four of those bandits had to die so others would not suffer from their cruelty. . . but torturing them would have made me . . . like them.”

After a few moments, I added, “I. . . perhaps I should have tied his hands and escorted him to the guards in Bravil?”

“To what purpose?” Acadian answered my question with his own. “To encounter a highwayman robbing a hapless traveler along the way and risk your prisoner escaping while you intervened? Nay, Buffy, you were dubbed a knight by one of the Empire’s ruling nobles. You have the necessary authority to do what any Legion rider on patrol would do – firmly and fairly deliver justice, then continue your mission.”

“I concede there is logic and wisdom in your words, Acadian. I guess I’m still coming to terms with both the responsibility and authority that being a knight entails.”

"As I said, my elf, I’m proud of you.”

Changing the subject, I stated, “Closing that gate delayed us. We’ll stop at Pell’s Gate for the night, then continue before first light on to the Arcane University.

Posted by: Lopov Dec 25 2019, 07:49 PM

On the first story...I'm thankful for a little summary of important events from Buffy's past in the beginning. I'm also happy to see that I remember most of the things correctly, and I wondered, if you'll mention Mazoga the Orc as well, which is exactly what you did, later on.

Like others, I must compliment the idea behind banners, I actually needed to read it twice just to check if I read it right.

A clever way to dispose of sentries outside of the gate, let the Daedroth do most of the work.

Last, but not the least - I'm glad that 90% of the story is dedicated to Buffy's descriptions / vision of Cyrodiil, her memories and the battle outside of the Gate, instead of events in the plane of Oblivion.

Now to the second story...

thanks for the screenie, now it's even easier to picture the adventuring trio.

Ah, the magical bag of holding, a must-have for any adventurer that travels without a backpack.

The downside of the banner outside the Gate might be that bandits then wait for adventurers outside and try to steal stuff. Then again, attacking someone that had just single-handedly closed the gate, isn't such a good idea. I'm glad that Buffy taught them a lesson in manners, and made Cyrodiil a safer place, even if for just one bit.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Dec 25 2019, 10:20 PM

What a delightful Christmas gift! A new installment of Buffy and the Long Eared Gang's tails tale!

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“You knew that woman was a brigand before I did. Anyone who thinks horses are dumb is full of imp chips.”
Julian (and Blanco) would heartily agree!

A nit:
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As I said, my elf, I’m proud of you.”
This seems to be missing an opening quote. . .

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"As one who has had to dispense Legion justice, Julian approves: “My name is Dame Buffy. I judge you guilty of robbery, as well as attempted rape, murder and horse thievery. The penalty for such crimes in Cyrodiil is death. I take no pleasure in delivering this sentence but you cannot be allowed the opportunity to ever again attempt such acts against other travelers who may be less able to defend themselves. Unlike the demeaning humiliation you and your associates planned to inflict before killing me, I will grant you a mercifully quick death. Have you any last words? Or would you like a moment to make peace with your gods?”
Though she said she would not have worded it quite the same way . . . blink.gif biggrin.gif

Can you tell I loved this little bit?

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Dec 26 2019, 02:11 AM


I don't think there is anything more pleasing than to see bandits and criminals, especially the lecherous kind, get what's coming for them. Both Superian and Kitsune make a fine team. Buffy's brave mare was able to sense something was off from the beginning, and Kitsune provided a much needed(and hilarious) distraction from the bandits. Buffy's skill is noted here. The odds were against her. She was outnumbered but certainly not outmatched.

More than one? Have them go at each other.

"I knew all four of those bandits had to die so others would not suffer from their cruelty. . . but torturing them would have made me . . . like them."
I really enjoyed reading this. There is a difference between killing and enjoying it for pleasure, and killing because its something that needed to be done. Buffy certainly has grown! As a knight, morals and good judgment is a must, and with Acadian by her side, I know Buffy's is indeed in good company.

Posted by: SubRosa Dec 26 2019, 04:37 PM

I wish I could telepathically recall any object in my merely ordinary-sized purse to my fingers...

I like your description of releasing Superian, rather than summoning her.

A very clever trick by Kitsune, pretending to be Buffy! This part needs Yakety Sax playing in the background.

Imp chips! Not just for parties anymore.

The murderous thugs get the karma they justly deserve. Buffy shows a measure of empathy and self-control with her doubts over whether she should have killed the last one, or tried taking him back to Bravil alive. Doubts which her foes were incapable of. In the end one cannot fault her for killing him. If Batman would have done the same to the Joker, thousands more people would be alive because of it.

Posted by: Renee Dec 26 2019, 09:04 PM

Okay I see. Oblivion, then. Uh oh, there's brigands ganging up on the glass-cannon elf. indifferent.gif Don't these fools know who they're dealing with? Apparently not. They never do, right?

But she can cast that fancy Invisibility spell, right? And then all that's left to fight is a clannfear? See, I know my Buffy, from reading the old forums.

Ah I was close! I'm not sure what a kitsune is, but yeah, these guys are about to have their asses handed to them.

So what magical effect did that Sigil Stone contain this time? Guess we'll find out.


Posted by: BretonBlood Dec 27 2019, 11:26 PM

Oh I love that picture of Buffy from ESO.

Mannnnn that was a nifty little tricky by Buffy, definitely smart.

And wow... I like the character development here, having Acadian bring up the difference in how much Buffy has grown was nice. I was sitting here hoping she didn't give the bandit a merciful death as he didn't deserve it. Just goes to show how much better a person she is!

Posted by: Acadian Jan 1 2020, 01:42 PM

Lopov- Thanks for catching up and your kind words. I agree that quickly summarizing how Buffy closed that gate worked well to keep things focused. She will enter and close one more gate in this book and will go into greater detail for that one. Thanks also for noting that the same valuable sigil stones that draw brave adventurers to close Oblivion Gates also attract cowardly bandits to steal them.

Rider- Thanks for catching that nit so I could quickly fix it. I’m glad you approved of Buffy’s formal little speech to that final bandit. As she admits, she is still learning the responsibility and authority of her knighthood. Thank you!

DE- Buffy is fortunate indeed to have the help of Superian, Kitsune and Acadian. It is a bit of a mystery how so many spirits can fit into such a small elf. . . except that she comes from a tribe called the Spirit Catchers. Thank you for noting how Buffy is evolving from embracing vengeance to exacting righteous justice when it is required.

SubRosa- I agree that it works well for Buffy to play up the ‘Spirit Catcher’ aspects of both Superian and Kitsune (and even Acadian). Telepathically retrieving items from your purse would be handy indeed! Imp chips – I think that is a term I likely borrowed from you. In our view of Tamriel, the Empire ascribes to quite a ‘Judge Dreddian’ streamlined justice system - giving full field judiciary powers to city guards, Legion Riders and knights. Acadian’s counsel to Buffy that she acted properly was helpful I think. And you are astute to point out that it is Buffy’s self-doubts that attest to her humanity. Thank you!

Renee- Buffy would be lost (and dead) without her magicks, that is for sure! Kitsune is the name of Buffy’s vixen familiar. Kitsune is Japanese for fox – an animal that is well-woven into Japanese mystical folklore. A tribe-sister she met in Valenwood during Book 2 taught Buffy the ‘Find Familiar’ spell and that is how she acquired the magical little fox. Thank you!

BretonBlood- One of our objectives here was indeed to show how Buffy’s approach to dealing with baddies has evolved. I suspect that both her knighthood and the long term effects of carrying the spirit of an old paladin within her are responsible. Regardless of the reason, we’ll see that the direction her growth is taking will prove to be necessary for the path she will choose to walk during this book. Thank you!

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Previously- Soon after Buffy emerged from closing an Oblivion Gate, she was set upon by bandits seeking to steal the valuable sigil stone she held. When it became clear they intended to violate and kill her as well, she managed to successfully defend herself. With her trip delayed, Buffy decided to layover at Pell’s Gate for the night before continuing on to her destination – the Arcane University.

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Episode 3


A pair of imps grew from the morning mist that hung heavily across the canyon floor. On leathery wings, they hovered to evaluate Superian and I. After a brief assessment, the small winged guardians unconcernedly continued their patrol to keep horses in and predators out of the Valley of Horses.

Dew-covered verdant grass subdued the sound of rapidly approaching hoof beats until no less than five of the valley’s majestic residents raced past us in the opposite direction, manes and tails flying freely. I turned in the saddle to watch in awe as they sped into the mist behind us. Leaning forward to pat the neck of my precious mare, I whispered, “Welcome home, girl.” After a moment, I remarked, “Acadian, you’ve been quiet this morning.”

The old paladin replied, “I’m sure you’re pleased to be back in the Valley of Horses. It’s been too long.”

I nodded soberly. “It has indeed.” After losing my mate - Captain Savlian Matius - during the battle to free Kvatch from Daedra, it was just too painful for me to remain in Cyrodiil. I traveled south to visit the Tall Trees of my ancestral homeland. Over two months ago we had returned from Valenwood. After briefly stopping in Kvatch to visit the grave of Savlian and pay my respects to Countess Odalys Goldwine, we traveled directly to Bravil. Our last trip to the Arcane University was to request guild assistance for Savlian’s forces in Kvatch, well before our fateful battle there.

I smiled as I looked down at Kitsune. The small vixen shared nearly the same palomino coloring as my mare. She was curled up in front of me, chin resting on the pommel of Superian’s saddle, long ears relaxed. “The University can be a bustling place.” I chuckled then added, “Take care you don’t get lost under the robes of some mage.” She lifted her head, yawned, then crawled into the magic satchel at my waist. “Enjoy your nap,” I said. That she was primarily nocturnal and had superb night vision made her a marvelous night sentry for Superian and I while camping.

Soon, the stone bridge connecting The Imperial City and Arcane University loomed ahead and high above us. Beneath it, the wooden buildings of the University’s stable came into view.

I drew my mare to a stop in front of Equestria’s sign and the curious gaze of its stablemaster.

The Bosmer tapped the contents of his pipe out onto the ground. Grinding out the smoldering ash under a manure-stained boot, he slipped the device for smoking tobacco into a pocket. “Tis been a long time, lass.” He eyed my mare warily. I realized why.

“You’ve not seen Superian since we visited Valenwood,” I stated. “She’s . . . changed.”

“Aye, I’ll say.” He walked slowly around the mare. “She’s put on a couple hands o’ height an’ nearly fifty stone o’ lean weight I’d say. Not ta mention ‘er new palomino coat. Still the same white mane, forehead splash an’ tail, I see.” He smiled as he looked down. “By Zenithar’s anvil, ye’ve got some hooves on ye Superian - like dinner plates that even all that white featherin’ canna' hide.” The mare swung her head down and nudged the old stablemaster, whose experienced hands rubbed her long nose.

“She clearly remembers you, Thernd.”

“And a fine lookin’ heavy warhorse she be now. Any other less visible changes?”

“I believe that her increased size, age and experience have settled her some,” I replied. “She’s lost none of her explosive acceleration and speed, but I don’t think she can maintain that speed as long as she could when she was lighter. Oh, and there is something else you need to know. Superian can now transition into spirit form and take refuge inside me when needed. To the unknowing, it appears that I summon and unsummon her. Indeed, I sometimes refer to it that way to avoid more complex explanations. One price we paid though is that we cannot tolerate great distance between us. If we are too far apart I can sense her fidgeting, getting unruly and eventually panicking. If that happens, I have to get to her quickly or recall her to me.” I looked up, judging the distance to the walled arcane complex above. “She should be fine here in the valley while I’m at the University.”

Thernd let out a low whistle. “As stablemaster ta mages since afore ye were born, these old eyes ha’ seen a lot, but. . . should I ask how all this came about?”

I smiled and shook my head as I patted Superian’s neck. “It was. . . necessary to survive in Valenwood.” With a wink I added, “Besides, a girl’s entitled to a few secrets, right?”

“Ach! Shoulda' known better than to ask one o’ ye mages about yer magicks.” The sparkle in his eyes belied the disapproval in his words. Grizzled hands then reached up to circle my waist before lifting me from the saddle and placing me on the ground.

I nodded my thanks and changed the subject. “The valley’s as enchanting as ever. Where’s that wolfish helper of yours?”

He gestured toward a sturdy rail fence to our east. “Bandit be down herdin’ the stallions ta water, but I wager he’ll be up 'ere touchin’ noses wi’ yer mare soon enough.”

We had entered the valley from the west and ridden through the portion where mares, colts, fillies and geldings lived. Stallions were relegated to the smaller eastern portion of the valley. I was pleased to hear that the large gray dog I had brought Thernd from R'asava Camp still earned his keep at Equestria. “I know she’ll remember him.”

How long’ll Superian be stayin’ wi’ ol’ Thernd?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “I’ve been summoned here by Boderi Farano.”

“Off wi’ ye then! Boderi’s not one ta be kept waitin'.”

”I should unsummon Superian’s tack and groom her before –“

“Nay, lass. Leave ‘er under tack. I want ta clean, condition and inspect it fer any needed repairs. I know ye can conjure and unconjure it but it still needs care now an’ again. An' don’t be worryin’ ‘bout yer mare none. Me two stable lads’ll get ‘er stripped down, cleaned up an’ turned out ta’ run wi’ ‘er friends.” He took the reins and dismissed me with his free hand. “Shoo!”

I blew a kiss to my mare, obediently turned and started up the steep granite steps toward the Arcane University’s main gate.

Posted by: ghastley Jan 1 2020, 04:21 PM

You sneaked a few episodes by me while I was in England, but I can catch up.

I like the way you took the "not only the Champion can close gates" idea you'd established in th first book, and stampeded with it. It's gone from Buffy being special enough to help, to "anyone can do it". Especially the idea that the local wildlife will go after the daedra, too. In-game, the creature faction is a bit too all-inclusive.

And Thernd being relatively un-surprised by Superian's evolution is a nice touch. "A wizard did it". tongue.gif


Posted by: SubRosa Jan 1 2020, 05:20 PM

Ah, back to Jean Auel's valley in the shadow of the Arcane U.

Thernd has quite the eye for horses, to recognize Supes after all that has changed. Again, you give us a subtle, and natural way of showing that to us.

Posted by: Lopov Jan 2 2020, 08:24 PM

An episode dedicated mostly to Superian - nice! Although Thernd speaks in some dialect, you did a good job with his words, even I, a non-English native speaker, could understand him.

I'm sure Superian is in good hands, while Buffy will be busy at the University.

Posted by: BretonBlood Jan 3 2020, 05:40 AM

As ghastley stated I really enjoyed Thernd's feelings towards Superian. He was a bit suspicious and curious of Superian's changes and what not, but he has seen enough mages and their magic that he knew that likely whatever has happened to the noble steed was magical in nature so he just shrugs it off. A really nice touch.

It's nice seeing these interactions with "lesser" characters, it really makes the world feel more fleshed out and is a great addition. Great chapter! Can't wait to see what business Buffy has in the University!

Posted by: Renee Jan 3 2020, 05:21 PM

I like the affect and accent in the stablehand's voice.

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Oh, and there is something else you need to know. Superian can now transition into spirit form and take refuge inside me when needed.


Buffy says this casually. biggrin.gif As though she' talking about a new twist in Superian's diet, or something. 'Oh by the way, Superian has eschewed oats as of late.' Ah, what a life one must have in the fantasy world of Tamriel.

Great to see she's going into the Arcane University. I know she's got lots of friends in there, so that'll be fun to read.


Posted by: Grits Jan 3 2020, 07:21 PM

From Episode 2:

The mage turned back toward us, “You imbeciles! That’s a summon - ignore it. I’ll cast a detect life spell, locate the elf, then dispel her invisibility.”

Yikes! The mouthy mage volunteered to die first! This bandit encounter made a great demonstration of Buffy’s team in action. The aftermath showed us how Dame Buffy discharges her responsibility. I am so happy to ride along with Buffy in Cyrodiil again!


This Week:

Yay, Equestria! Neat to learn that though Superian’s tack can be summoned, it’s still subject to wear and needs care. I love seeing things in action before I start to wonder how they work.

Now, what could Boderi want from Buffy?

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Jan 6 2020, 02:27 AM

Good to see that those pesky imps became guardians of the region. Nice touch in telling us they're not all mischievous little things.

I too marveled at Superian's new looks. She certainly has improved and changed into a formidable war horse, new with great abilities that puts her far above the average steed or mare.

I see nothing has changed on the general view on mages and their magicks. laugh.gif

I'm excited for Buffy as she returns to the Arcane University. Its been quite awhile.

Posted by: Acadian Jan 8 2020, 01:31 PM

ghastley- It seemed reasonable to me that after Buffy and Savlian proved closing an Oblivion Gate was possible and subsequently disseminated the lessons and pitfalls, that subsequent adventurers would be more apt to attempt it. Particularly once the Legion began offering instruction, and the value of those sigil stones became well-known. Thank you!

SubRosa- Jean Auel’s Earth’s Children series has certainly influenced Buffy’s story. Valley of Horses and the impact of totems on fertility, for example, have become a part of Buffy’s world. Elizabeth Moon’s The Deed of Paksennarion has notably inspired aspects of Buffy's path ahead. I’m glad you approved of Thernd’s interaction with, and observations of, Superian. Thank you!

Lopov- I’m pleased that Thernd’s dialect was understandable. Strong dialects can become tedious to read. A rule of thumb I use is the stronger the dialect, the smaller the character’s speaking role in the story. Since Thernd’s dialect is strong indeed, we won’t hear from him very often and only in small doses. I am in awe that you, and other non-native English speakers who grace our forum, not only follow along so adeptly but write beautifully as well. salute.gif Thank you!

BretonBlood- I very much appreciate your encouragement when we lavish some time on supporting characters to flesh them out. Buffy often best shows who she is when she deals with others. Thank you!

Renee- I’m glad you enjoyed Thernd’s rather unique ‘voice’. Decades of being stablemaster for the University has rendered the old Bosmer somewhat unflappable when it comes to the arcanery of his equestrian mages. Thank you!

Grits- As things worked out, Buffy’s first fight of this book was rather elegantly decisive and showcased what a mystic archer can do – when all goes her way. Some of her future encounters will be. . . less so. panic.gif I so hoped you would enjoy returning to the Valley of Horses. Thank you!

DE- The imps seemed like perfect little mystical guardians for the equally mystical Valley of Horses. I figure Superian’s transformation to a heavy warhorse reflects one impact of blending with the spirit of an ice dragon. That the mare has become a blonde is likely a result of so much time with Buffy. Thank you!

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Previously- Buffy arrived at the Arcane University’s Valley of Horses. After answering the old stablemaster’s questions about the significant changes to Superian since her last visit over a year ago, Buffy got her mare settled in and headed up to the University itself.

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~ Part 2 – The Arcane University ~

Episode 4

“By Azura, by Azura, by Azura!”

The author of the exuberant voice that greeted me as I entered the normally staid main lobby of the Arcane University was instantly recognizable. The Bosmer's head was flanked by long ears and topped with a steeple of bright yellow hair. As I closed the door behind me, he strode across the marble tiles between us and extended his hand. “At last, the vigil for Dame Buffy assigned by my lieges is over!”

“G-g-good m-m-m-morning, F-f-fanador.” After several seconds of having my hand vigorously shaken with no sign of abatement, I gently withdrew it. “Do you bring news of Sirs Mazoga and Agronak?”

“Indeed I do, Milady. They are at the Arena helping the Legion conduct Oblivion Gate training for soldiers, Fighters Guildsmen and any adventurers who sign up. They-“

“Excuse me, are you Fanador?” We both looked up at the Legion Battlemage who had interrupted.

Fanador quickly replied, “Why, indeed I am! Squire, scribe and errand elf to the mightiest pair of knights in all of Cyrodiil.” He then bowed in a most theatrical manner and added, “At your service.”

The steel-clad Nord slid back his blue hood. “I learned a lot about Daedra fighting and closing Oblivion Gates by reading your work. The Legion even uses it as a text.” He held out a book. “I never met a real writer before. Would you sign my copy?”

“Certainly, my large friend!” Fanador retrieved one of numerous quills peeking from his pocket, then dipped it into an ink pot on a nearby table as the Nord held open the book’s cover. “What’s your name?”

“Iver,” was the reply.

The renowned scribe jotted quickly while chatting with Iver for a few moments. As the Battlemage resumed his post, Fanador turned to me. “Sorry, Milady, but it’s nice to have an adoring fan now and then.”

“I know your book has saved many lives,” I said.

Fanador’s face grew uncharacteristically sober. “Dame Buffy, you and I both know that the first chapter of my book was inspired by your notes. It recounts the stealthy tactics employed by you and Captain Matius as the two of you closed the very first Oblivion Gate. The rest of the book showcases the relentlessly crushing approach employed by my heavily armored lord and lady. I’ve had several archers and foresters tell me that it is the tactics of chapter one that has enabled groups as small as two or three of them to survive inside an Oblivion Gate long enough to close it.”

I recalled quilling the details for Savlian’s Legion report and subsequently giving my notes to Mazoga. That was right before she, Agronak, Fanador and Baurus escorted Martin from Kvatch. “Well,” I replied, “proceeding stealthily to the sigil stone with as little Daedric contact as possible is the only way Savlian and I could manage. Either approach ensures the destruction of every Daedra inside a gate though.” My last words contained more venom than I had intended – a sharp reminder of what the Daedra had taken from me.

“I wish you would have let me credit you for the Kvatch chapter,” continued Fanador. “Referring to you as ‘Savlian Matius’ elven scout’ throughout does not do justice to the brave young knight who helped her mate close that first gate. Why, you and your captain had no idea if surviving the process was even possible!”

“He is the Hero of Kvatch, and I will not dim his memory by allowing anyone – me included – to share his title. I appreciate that you have respected my wishes in this matter.” Anxious to change the subject, I said, “Do you have word for me from your knights?”

“Yes, Milady. They seek help from your guild regarding the Oblivion Crisis and met with a mage here several days ago. After the meeting, my instructions were to wait here each day until your arrival.”

“What is the name of this mage?” I asked.

“She is a Dunmer called Boderi Farano and seems to wield some importance.”

“Indeed she does. Thank you, Squire. Your task is complete.”

“So it is, Milady. I shall make haste now to notify Sirs Agronak and Mazoga that you are here. I expect they will be anxious to call upon you later this very day.” The elf bowed, then departed through the same door I had used to enter the lobby.

After a brief stop at the Chironasium to see Delmar and trade the sigil stone in my magic satchel of holding for some gold, I made my way to the Mystic Archives. Tar-Meena greeted me warmly and verified that Boderi was upstairs in her office apartment.

Posted by: SubRosa Jan 8 2020, 05:20 PM

By Azura, I can guess who that fan is!

Fanador is a famous writer! And he has adoring fans! laugh.gif

And Buffy will not take credit for her own valor, for fear of it taking the luster from her lost one's name...

And on too Boderi. The plot starts to thicken...

Posted by: Grits Jan 9 2020, 03:19 AM

Fanador has an adoring fan!! I love it. His “steeple of bright yellow hair” made me smile. Ah, now I see that removing the sigil stone kills everything in the gate, which is how they know that Menien didn’t survive inside his cage. I had forgotten that detail, but now it’s clear to me. Yikes, getting stranded isn’t the worst that could happen in there!

It speaks well of Fanador that he respected Buffy’s wishes when he’d rather give her credit for her bravery. Buffy’s loyalty to Savlian’s memory tugs at the heart.

Posted by: BretonBlood Jan 9 2020, 08:44 PM

Oh my lanta! Hahahahaha I love the Adoring Fan reference, is that his actual name? I never knew his actual name.

Also Buffy and Salvian's tactics in the first Oblivion Gate are what sparked everyone else being able to close them? That's badass! I also thought it was cool that they took notes on the experience so that others could learn from that, which then stemmed into the Adoring Fan becoming a well known author by writing a novel on the whole thing!

Great chapter!

Posted by: ghastley Jan 9 2020, 08:50 PM

And here I was assuming that it was Captain Burd of Bruma who'd passed it all on. It certainly wouldn't have been Farwil, or nobody would ever have come out alive! On the other hand Bremman could have written a book on how not to do it. biggrin.gif

Note that Clark's method would be highly dependent on meeting one of the very rare female Dremora archers.

Posted by: Lopov Jan 10 2020, 12:27 PM

How clever to name him Fanadoring.

You portrayed him in a much more interesting way than he is in the vanilla game, and you also expanded his personality.

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After several seconds of having my hand vigorously shaken with no sign of abatement, I gently withdrew it


laugh.gif Poor Buffy was stuttering as he was shaking her hand!

I wonder what Boderi has in plan for Buffy.

Posted by: Renee Jan 10 2020, 04:54 PM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ Jan 8 2020, 11:20 AM) *

By Azura, I can guess who that fan is!

Okay, so it is the Adoring Fan. Glad to see that in Buffy's gameworld, at least this guy hasn't been sent to his demise at Dive Rock, as in the gameworlds of so many others! I wonder if he'll try to give Dame Buffy a back rub...

So as Fanador speaks, I hear his voice as Craig Sechler's. I don't hear Buffy's voice as Linda Canyon's though. Buffy is closer to being soprano, whereas typical female Bosmers are altos, I think.

It always cracks me up, no matter how advanced their magic is, they still have to dip their quills into ink wells.

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Why, you and your captain had no idea if surviving the process was even possible!”


This is a good point. I mean, from our perspective as gamers, we know there has to be a way to survive and complete the Main Quest somehow. Otherwise, why did we pay those sixty-three dollars (less for a used game)? But from their perspective, the process of extracting the Sigil Stone might be described in some book somewhere. From Buffy's and Savilian's perspective, all of that would therefore be somewhat theoretical.

Buffy goes to the Mystic Archives. bluewizardsmile.gif And the chapter ends. I figured she'd be in the AU for awhile. *smile*

Posted by: ghastley Jan 10 2020, 05:20 PM

QUOTE(Renee @ Jan 10 2020, 10:54 AM) *

This is a good point. I mean, from our perspective as gamers, we know there has to be a way to survive and complete the Main Quest somehow.

Even with that meta-assumption, there's still no suggestion that more than one character can emerge. The only quest in the game where more than one comes out is the Farwil one, and a lot of times that doesn't tell you anything, as he doesn't.

In Clark's interview with Prizna, she says that the Champion held on to her, just in case that sigil stone was the key to getting out. However, Farwil and Bremman can come out with the player, just by being alive. I suspect Acadian and I are both operating on the logic that if you went in and stayed alive, you pop back out, even if the group is separated. So Menion must be dead if he didn't. Prizna had the extra concern that she "belonged" in the deadlands, which is why the Champ let her take the stone in my story.

Posted by: Renee Jan 10 2020, 08:58 PM

QUOTE(ghastley @ Jan 10 2020, 11:20 AM) *

Even with that meta-assumption, there's still no suggestion that more than one character can emerge.


True.

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Jan 13 2020, 12:51 AM

Hershey-kiss hair! By Azura, I miss that guy!

I can't stress how funny it is that Fanador has fans, and with good reason. I'd imagine his work indeed came in handy during this crisis. Very fitting that Buffy and Matius' efforts were legendary, and even immortalized, you can say. They've helped save many lives, and will continue to do so as time goes on! Buffy is undoubtedly ready to end this conflict and kick more Daedric ass once and for all.

Great chapter! I'm curious to meet this Boderi Farano.

Posted by: Acadian Jan 15 2020, 01:45 PM

SubRosa- I knew you would remember Fanador from Book 1! Buffy is indeed very protective of Savlian’s memory. Thank you!

Grits- I couldn’t resist giving Fanador his own adoring fan and bringing the play on words full circle. Despite his . . . vigorous personality, Fanador does indeed have a good heart. Thank you!

BretonBlood- TES IV never revealed the Adoring Fan’s actual name, so we did a play on words to name him back in Book 1. Fanador attached himself to the Grand Champion of the Arena (Agronak gro-Malag). When Agronak (thanks to Buffy's matchmaking efforts in Book 1) went to Leyawiin and joined Sir Mazoga as a knight, Fanador went with him and became squire for the couple. Fanador’s book describes both the stealthy approach to closing Oblivion Gates pioneered by Buffy and Savlian, as well as the ‘smash anything in your path’ approach subsequently developed by Mazoga and Agronak. The book did indeed help enable many more brave souls to successfully close gates. Thank you!

ghastley- Clark would have indeed used a Dremora archer to help! Savlian had to make do with a scrawny wood elf. wink.gif Thank you!

Lopov- Yes, Fanador suffers from an overabundance of enthusiasm. tongue.gif The meetings that Buffy has with Boderi in the next few episodes will reveal the main themes of the entire book. Thank you!

Renee- In Buffy’s world, anyone not in physical contact with whoever pulls the sigil stone will not escape from the Oblivion Gate as it closes. That is a big part of why, in our stories, gate closers plant an ‘enter at your own risk’ banner outside a gate before they go in. Buffy’s voice (both speaking and singing) suits her I think. Though it is not Buffy of course, here is a https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXw8RCkUUTs she used in TES IV and V. If you don't want to watch the full clip, the last five seconds will provide a good example of her voice. A talented bard, her singing voice is well-represented by both Enya and Malukah. Thank you!

DE- I just couldn’t resist giving Fanador an adoring fan and I’m glad you enjoyed a bit of humor from it. Boderi Farano is a staff instructor at the Arcane University in TES IV. Her role in the game is not significant but in Book 1, we placed her in charge of battlemage training and she was Buffy’s mentor and primary instructor. She will continue to play a large role in Buffy’s story. Thank you!

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Previously- When Buffy entered the University’s lobby, she was met by the awaiting and animated Fanador - squire to Sirs Mazoga and Agronak. She learned that the orcish pair of knights seek help with the Oblivion Crisis, and it was likely their recent meeting with Boderi Farano that prompted Buffy’s summons to the University. After a brief stop at the Chironasium, Buffy arrived at the Mystic Archives where she learned Boderi was upstairs in her office apartment.

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Episode 5


“Welcome, Journeyman. I’ve been expecting you.” Boderi Farano ushered me into her apartment’s front room that served as both parlor and office. “I trust your trip from Bravil was uneventful?”

I shook my head. “Superian and I left as soon as we got word you wanted to see me. We were waylaid closing an Oblivion Gate though and only just arrived within the hour.”

“That is the second gate you have closed now,” she stated.

I nodded. “I couldn’t leave it open; its location posed too much of a risk to travelers, inns and small settlements along the Green Road south of Pell’s Gate.”

“I would expect nothing less from you, Buffy.” Changing the subject, she asked, “Does the squire of Sirs Agronak and Mazoga know you are here?”

“Yes, Boderi. He just ran into the city to notify them.”

“Good. I know they are anxious to meet with you.”

“As am I,” I replied. “I understand they’re asking for our help?”

“And they shall have it.” The elegant Dunmer stepped over to a ceramic kettle and held a glowing finger against it. “I will let your friends explain in detail when they arrive. Tea?”

“That would be wonderful.” I unshouldered my bow, removed its quiver and shoved both into the small magic satchel at my waist.

Boderi watched me with a lifted eyebrow as she heated the kettle. “I see you have made some modifications to your old bag of holding. But tell me, Buffy, cannot you summon and unsummon the bow we crafted and enchanted for you?”

“Not anymore,” I replied. “After your courier dove delivered the weapon to me in Valenwood via magic summoning scroll, I quickly fell in love with it. Thanks to the foresight of you and Daenlin, that bow kept me alive during my travels.” I dug around in Boderi’s familiar china hutch for cups as I continued, “After returning to Bravil, I learned that when Master Daenlin crafted it, he infused some of me into its staff via strands of my hair that he had removed from a brush in my home. Kud-Ei informed me that Delmar similarly retrieved some of my essence from the University’s arcane flame and used it when he enchanted the bow per your specifications at the Chironasium.”

Once we were seated and a steaming cup was cradled between my hands, Boderi said, “So the summoning enchantment has malfunctioned? I’m sure that Delmar can – “

“No,” I gently interrupted with a smile. “Precisely because the bow contains some of my spirit it has evolved with my needs. I have surrendered the ability to summon and unsummon the weapon. I’ve also forsaken trying to use it while mounted.”

In response to the lingering confusion on Boderi’s face, I continued, “The bow was sustained by a constant drain on my magicka that prevented me from casting other spells while it was summoned. Though better than a ‘cast and forget’ timed summoning - with its inherent risk of dispelling at inopportune times - using it became problematic as a mystic archer. The bow responded by simply becoming a persistent rather than summoned weapon. In return, I’ve regained the ability to smoothly integrate casting and shooting. One consequence is that the ends of its long staff can no longer pass ethereally through Superian’s neck or haunches as required to support its effective use while mounted. Since its quiver no longer has the opportunity to replenish while unsummoned, it’s evolved to replace missing arrows at the rate of one every few seconds whenever below its full capacity of twenty five.”

I smiled. “The true magic of the bow, of course, remains that it actively assists this weak elf achieve the heavy draw that is largely responsible for its impressive power. Daenlin and Delmar both knew that such responsive magic would only be possible if they crafted part of me into the bow.”

“That the weapon can so readily adapt to your needs is a wonderful bonus we had not anticipated,” Boderi replied with a thoughtful nod. After a bit more small talk, she gently asked, “Tell me, butterfly, how are you faring after the loss of your Captain Matius?”

I should have expected the question. Boderi not only wielded considerable authority within the guild, she was also a caring friend and mentor, whose sage counsel had never been limited to mystic archery. I blinked, then gazed into the fire that gently crackled within her stone hearth. “Much of what has sustained me has been hatred for Daedra – perhaps not the healthiest attitude, but it has worked. I am. . . fine.” My sideward glance toward Boderi revealed a skeptically lifted dark eyebrow. “Well, s-sort of.”

“Out with it, young lady,” she gently commanded. “I’m informed that your situation required Guildmagister Kud-Ei’s intervention.”

Blinking to hold back tears didn’t completely work. I summoned a handkerchief to dab my eyes. “I had been back from Valenwood for several weeks. . . and struggling. One morning Master Daenlin dragged me from my house after too much wine had kept me from making a dawn hunting date with him. I kicked and screamed how much I hated him as he carried me over his shoulder right through town and into the guildhall. Once there, things didn’t get any better. Kud-Ei agreed with him and told me in no uncertain terms that I would bunk upstairs with Ardaline until I began eating enough, stopped the wine and started taking care of myself.” I lowered my face into the linen square and quietly cried.

After a few moments, my tears slowed and I felt Boderi’s hand on my shoulder. “Go on, Buffy.”

“For almost two weeks, either Daenlin or Ardaline was constantly with me to ensure I followed Kud-Ei’s guidance. Well, except during my daily time with Superian; she was the only part of my life that I had not let fall apart.” I wiped my face and looked up at Boderi. “But I got better. Soon enough, I was practicing and refining my spells at the guild, and hunting with Daenlin. My house was gone – Daenlin made me sell it, but I grew to love living with my guildmates. I started to put weight back on and my hair began to shine again. In time, I was confidently hunting alone and exploring ruins around Bravil.”

“And what did you learn of yourself?” asked the Dunmer as I paused for a sip of tea.

“That I don’t hate Daenlin, Kud-Ei or Ardaline. I-I love them for what they did and I’ve told them so. I’m sure I’ll continue to struggle with Savlian’s memory but I think I’ve moved beyond the allure of wanting to join him in death – and the self-destructive behavior that such thoughts can bring.” I allowed the bound handkerchief to dispel in a soft lavender cloud. “I still need to frequently remind myself that Savlian’s dying words included his wish that I live my long elven life.”

Blue-green fingers gracefully lifted my chin and Boderi studied my face. “I’ve no doubt that time will gradually soften your pain and enrich the memories of your time together.” After a moment she added, “And now you’ve closed another Oblivion Gate – with no assistance. It is good to see that the dragon has rejoined the butterfly.”

I thought of Acadian. “It never left me. Not for a moment. It just took a long time for me to understand.” Noticing Boderi’s cup was nearly empty, I set mine on a nearby table and stood. “More tea?”

Before Boderi could answer, the sound of steel against wood penetrated the door to her office apartment.

“Enter,” she replied.

Posted by: Renee Jan 15 2020, 04:01 PM

Oh nice! I think I use that same voices mod for RG3's game, although I chose the "sassy" voice (whatever it's called) which is as close to Xena as we can get. I hear Buffy's voice even higher than the gal in that YouTube video. Yes, Enya makes a good example. Enya, but with a bit more "attitude" basically.

I like that she's closed a gate which was too close to civilization. My Grey Wizard CoC basically did the same thing. bluewizardsmile.gif He'd ignore gates which were too far off beaten paths, and concentrate on those which seemed as though they posed real threats to society.

Why did she sell her house?

This chapter made me want to brew some tea.


Posted by: SubRosa Jan 15 2020, 04:21 PM

Buffy's evolving bow was both fascinating, and a really nice way of showing the reality of having to adapt to meet changing needs.

It sounds like Buffy had quite the difficult time of it in Bravil, before the intervention on her behalf. I am trying to remember, was that before she went to Valenwood?

Posted by: ghastley Jan 15 2020, 05:56 PM

Buffy's in the bow, which has changed. Phantom's in Superian, who has changed, Acadian's in Buffy. The bow's in the bag, which has changed.

So is the pestle in the vessel, or the chalice from the palace? And Who's on first? blink.gif


Posted by: haute ecole rider Jan 16 2020, 01:28 AM

And What's on second? *snickers*

And I'm caught up! Nice couple of chapters, bringing back plenty of memories of TES IV.

I'm with Sage Rose, when did that intervention happen? And it sounds just like our beloved Bravilians to do the dirty deed. Julian understands what Buffy is feeling for she did have a taste of that following her Siege of Bruma.

The explanation with the bow left me a bit confused, but it's mainly because I have forgotten that process which occurred in Book 2, am I right? I will have to go back and review it - if I find the time! wink.gif

I look forward to Buffy's reunion with Sir Mazoga and her beloved Prince. Personally I'm glad he survives to do great deeds in Buffy's world, for the end of the Arena quest line in TES IV left me feeling rather cold.

SGM!

Posted by: Lopov Jan 19 2020, 07:57 PM

An entire episode dedicated to a conversation between Buffy and Boderi - I like it!

It might be uncomfortable talking about the loved ones that passed away, especially if it happened too early, but on the other hand it's 'healthy' to talk about them and remember not just the end, but especially joyful memories from before. It's taking a while, but I think that Buffy is on a good way to move on. Well, she already moved on in a way, but there's still a long way ahead. Maybe she'll even love again.

Posted by: Grits Jan 22 2020, 01:04 AM

The thing that made me smile during Buffy’s tale of the grim time after Valenwood was her shiny hair marking a return to self-care and health. So Buffy and also so true to real life! I had been wondering what had happened in those few months she mentioned in the very first episode, but I knew that she would tell us in good time.

I love how Buffy’s bow evolves to meet her needs and has clearly defined limitations. The way she explained it to Boderi made perfect sense.

Now I need to brew some more tea!



Posted by: Acadian Jan 22 2020, 01:30 PM

Renee- The voice set that Buffy used in Ob/Sky was ‘Innocent’. Daenlin made Buffy sell her house. We should conclude that, like everything else in her life except Superian, Buffy was neglecting it and that both Daenlin and Kud-Ei felt she needed to live in the guild hall for her own safety. I suspect Daenln also realized historically just how little time Buffy spent at the house, given her almost constant traveling and was tired of being the property's 'caretaker'. Thank you!

SubRosa- I’m glad you enjoyed the evolution of Buffy’s bow – I was afraid it might have been too into the minutia. Thank you for mentioning that you weren’t sure from the context when Daenlin and Kud-Ei’s intervention took place. I added a sentence to clarify that it was indeed after Buffy’s return from Valenwood. It seems being back in Cyrodiil and its memories reopened her still fresh wounds. Thank you!

ghastley- Heh, I blame all those changes on Buffy progressing from game to game. embarrased.gif The trappings she used in Book 1 were pure Oblivion. Those trappings evolved quite a bit in Book 2 to reflect our play time in Skyrim at the time. Even though our setting remains 3rd Era Cyrodiil, Buffy’s trappings for the story have evolved to reflect a combination of Oblivion and ESO. Thank you!

Rider- I added a sentence to confirm that Daenlin and Kud-Ei’s intervention took place after Buffy’s return to Cyrodiil. Thanks for mentioning it so I could clarify the timing. Please blame the quirky details of Buffy’s bow evolution on our moving among games. Basically, Book 2 presented a bow that was compatible with Skyrim gameplay and Book 3 largely undoes that, evolving her bow into one that is more consistent with Oblivion and ESO. I appreciate your support for bringing Agronak (like Mazoga) into a much larger role than shown in game. Thank you!

Lopov- Boderi knows more of Buffy’s secrets than anyone (except Acadian) so she is an excellent character to help draw out some of Buffy’s lingering challenges in dealing with the loss of Savlian. Buffy’s grief won’t dominate the story but it will indeed surface now and again. Thank you!

Grits- I’m pleased how it rang true that when Buffy started taking care of herself the shine returned to her hair; the endorsement of another blonde is welcome indeed! tongue.gif With Buffy’s bow, I was hoping to convey quite a bit of information but within a casual 'shop talk' conversational tone between two mages. Like Buffy, I’m glad to know you enjoy your tea! Thank you!

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Previously- Boderi Farano confirmed that Buffy had been summoned to the University to meet with Sirs Mazoga and Agronak to discuss her guild’s role in the Oblivion Crisis. While the ladies waited, they discussed ways in which Buffy’s bow had evolved over time, and how Buffy was managing her grief over the loss of Savlian Matius. The episode ended with a knock at the door of Boderi's office/apartment.

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Episode 6


The door opened and there she was.

“Mazoga!” I sprinted halfway across Boderi’s parlor and closed the remaining distance with a leap. The mighty orc didn’t budge as I flew into the unyielding steel of her breast plate. Despite knocking the wind out of myself, in an instant my legs were tightly around her waist, both arms circled her massive neck and my face was buried in the green skin above her stiff leather collar. “I missed you so much,” I began babbling through happy tears as the orc folded her arms around me. “I’m so sorry I was too injured to go with you when you left Kvatch. And w-when I got better no one could tell me where you were!”

“I missed you too, Buff,” calmed Mazoga as her gauntleted hand stroked my hair. “I’m real glad to see your injuries all healed up good.”

I looked up to see her beautiful brown eyes glistening. I had not felt so safe since being held in the arms of Savlian Matius himself.

Boderi cleared her throat. “Please do come in.”

Neither Mazoga nor I made any effort to disengage as she carried me fully back into the room. It was only then that I noticed the even larger knight now filling the doorway. His helm was under one arm and he held Mazoga's in his hand. “Thank you for bringing her safely to me, Agronak,” I breathed.

“The joy I see between you makes the journey well worth it,” he replied as he stepped inside.

The Bosmeri Imperial Battlemage, who was dwarfed by the pair of knights he had been escorting, nodded to Boderi. “I’ll be right outside, Magister, waiting to take your guests back to the lobby when their business is concluded.”

“Not necessary, Fithragaer,” said Boderi. “When we are done, Buffy will show them out.” After the door closed, she looked at Agronak. “Welcome, knights.” Turning to Mazoga, she added with a dry smile, “If you can peel my small mage-knight from your breastplate, you’re most welcome to have a seat. Tea?”

I reluctantly unwrapped myself from Mazoga, then supplied cups all around as the orcs created a pile of helms, gauntlets and weaponry on the floor. The armor-plated duo then carefully seated themselves on a pair of parlor chairs, which groaned ominously under the weight.

Boderi filled our cups then joined us.

“We need your help, Buff,” stated Mazoga.

“I’m ready,” I answered without a clue as to the task. “When do we leave?”

Mazoga smiled sadly, shook her head and looked to her mate.

Agronak replied, “Mazoga and I are enemies of the Mythic Dawn and will not risk your safety by having you travel with us.”

“You were there for me at Kvatch when Savlian and I needed you,” I protested. "It was the two of you who slayed countless Daedra, then carried the broken bodies of Savlian and I from the final battle. And, Mazoga, it was you who never budged from my bedside at the chapel as I hovered between life and death for several days. I owe you both no less than that same measure of devotion.”

“And we’ll ask it of you, Buff,” Mazoga said gently, “but our quests require separate paths for now.”

Boderi finally spoke. “Buffy, let these knights explain their larger task and how our proposed role for you fits in.”

Agronak then carefully detailed Martin’s plan to retrieve the Amulet of Kings and claim his throne. “. . . were able to locate and destroy the Mythic Dawn’s shrine and underground lair.” He continued, “Their leader managed to escape with the Amulet of Kings before we could put him to the sword. Martin believes our quarry magically retreated to his own realm called Paradise. Our Emperor-to-be thinks he can open a portal to that realm, but requires four powerful items to do so. Mazoga and I have already recovered one of them from Sancre Tor and will gather another from Miscarcand as we travel west.” He glanced at his mate, then back to me. “We’re hoping you can provide the third of these items – a Daedric artifact.”

Boderi interjected, “Buffy, I informed Sirs Agronak and Mazoga that you have gathered and subsequently loaned several such relics to the Mystic Archives.”

Mazoga held up a massive open hand to delay my response. “Martin warns that it’ll be destroyed when he works his magic to open the portal.”

“Of course I can help,” I replied. “I’ll contribute Sheogorath’s staff to the cause and be quite pleased to know it will be destroyed in the process. I’ll also give each of you a ring. One is Meridia’s Ring of Khajiiti and the other is one I crafted long ago with a similar chameleon effect.” Looking at Agronak’s battered shield on the floor, I added, “And you will leave here with Peryite’s Spell Breaker as well.”

“That is most generous,” he replied. “When this crisis is over, we’ll return any surviving artifacts to your Mystic Archives.”

“I’m not done,” I said. Among the items the orcs had piled on the floor was a weapon I recognized. “I’m glad to see you still carry that soul trap dagger I gave you.” One hand slipped into the satchel at my waist and emerged holding Azura’s Star. “I want you to carry this also. It’s a reusable grand soul gem that has served me well.”

Boderi lifted an eyebrow. “Buffy, are you sure? That was gifted to you by Azura when you . . . well, you know.”

As I recalled that I had sent my journal to Boderi for her reading and safekeeping, I silently thanked the Dunmer for her discretion in not announcing that Azura had proclaimed me her Slayer. My friend and University mentor literally knew all my secrets up until I left Kvatch after the death of Savlian. Which reminded me - I wanted to give her the next volume, detailing my travels in Valenwood. I handed the Star to Mazoga as I addressed Boderi, “This was a reward from Lady Azura for freeing some of her followers from vampirism. Its value to me is great, but purely sentimental as my mystic bow does not require recharging. Until this crisis is over, it will better serve these knights than I.”

“Thanks, Buff. You’re a pal!” said Mazoga as she reverently held the Star. “We’ll be proud to borrow it, and it’ll get plenty of work. My claymore and magically returning chakram are both enchanted with shock damage. So’s Agronak’s arming sword. And, both our daggers strike with magic as well.”

“May the Star of Azura overflow with the dying magic of every Daedra you encounter,” I replied grimly. “Now, what is the fourth item Martin requires?”

Both orcs took a deep breath before Mazoga replied, “Buff, we need a sigil stone from a Great Oblivion Gate – the kind that eats cities.” My eyes opened wide. “Martin’s plan is to openly move from the Blades’ headquarters to the city of Bruma, believing his known presence there will trigger such a gate to open in an effort to destroy him. Several smaller gates apparently appear first, then the big one opens and spits out a giant siege engine to breach the city. As you can see, Bruma’s gonna need lots of reinforcing to defend itself until Agronak and I can grab that great sigil stone.”


Posted by: SubRosa Jan 22 2020, 05:52 PM

Yay 'Zoga is back!

“I’m ready,” I answered without a clue as to the task. “When do we leave?”
Now that is real friendship. No questions asked.

Buffy should star in the Daedric Pickers TV show, she has so many Daedric artifacts collecting dust in her attic! laugh.gif

Oh my, it is Siege Crawler time. I recently did this with January, so I recall it pretty well. If they need all hands on deck, I am sure that Detroit could spare a superhero or two to help out...

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Jan 23 2020, 12:58 AM

Along with Buffy, her arsenal and companions underwent a tremendous change! A nice exchange between Boderi and Buffy, and an interesting read about the prior limitations in the use of the summoned bow. Conjured weapons, depending on the nature of it, can have many limiting factors. Not unheard of some mages having their summoned weapons vanish when they need it the most. I'm sure Buffy won't have to worry about this.

Sir Mazoga has returned! It was great to see her again. It was both warming and sad to see Buffy feel safe, a feeling she hasn't since Savlian. Agronak and Mazoga make a might duo, and their aid to Buffy in her moments of need did not go unremembered.

Having those artifacts go to the Mystic Archives is a wise decision, as Daedric artifacts are useful but very, very dangerous. I too share Buffy's feelings on Sheogorath's staff being destroyed in the process. Buffy's strong feeling towards the Daedra can definitely fuel her in this perilous journey!

Posted by: Renee Jan 23 2020, 02:00 PM

OH, I get it now. She's still doing the Main Quest! All this time, I'd thought this was completed. And so with Savilian getting killed, she needed time to move past this, eh?

This is probably all mentioned before, so sorry if it has. I am slow sometimes.


QUOTE(Acadian @ Jan 22 2020, 07:30 AM) *

Daenlin made Buffy sell her house. We should conclude that, like everything else in her life except Superian, Buffy was neglecting it and that both Daenlin and Kud-Ei felt she needed to live in the guild hall for her own safety.


Right, but who is Daenlin to Buffy? In other words, why would Daelin have authority over whether she sells her house or not? I'm just trying to catch up to what other readers already know.

Posted by: Grits Jan 24 2020, 01:19 AM

“Thanks, Buff. You’re a pal!” said Mazoga as she reverently held the Star.

Sir Mazoga! I’m delighted to hear her unique voice again. What a warm reunion.

What struck me the most in this episode is the line that SubRosa quoted. Buffy’s instant trust in her friend says much about both of them. wub.gif

Posted by: Lopov Jan 27 2020, 01:18 PM

Nice to see your own portrayal of both Agronak and Mazoga. They play a very important role in Buffy's world and they're both quite "different" than in the vanilla game, but you pulled it off in a good way, and they're both very believable.

Buffy has a whole collection of Daedric artifacts to offer. This is one of occasions, where finding precious artifacts while adventuring comes in handy.

Posted by: ghastley Jan 27 2020, 04:44 PM

I'm still trying to parse what's being set up here. We have Buffy established as the Daedric Artifact collector. Oblivion gates are an "any adventurer/team" thing, and the Allies for Bruma quest is being foreshadowed. And ultimately, Mazoga, possibly in tandem with Agronak, will be inside the Great Gate while Buffy is outside.

Hmmmm....

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jan 27 2020, 10:10 PM

Thanks for adding that sentence in the previous segment - the timeline is now that much clearer.

And how wonderful to see Sir Mazoga and Sir Agronak again! Buffy's exuberant greeting of her beloved bestie made me smile. As did this:

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The armor-plated duo then carefully seated themselves on a pair of parlor chairs, which groaned ominously under the weight.
Made me wonder if said seating happens to be magically reinforced? wink.gif

And this reminds me; Julian still has to go back to Leyawiin to check up on Sir Mazoga and the White Stallion Lodge, as well as ensure the survivors of the Bruma Great Gate get their just rewards. nono.gif wink.gif cool.gif

Posted by: ghastley Jan 28 2020, 09:05 PM

QUOTE(haute ecole rider @ Jan 27 2020, 04:10 PM) *

Julian still has to go back to Leyawiin to check up on Sir Mazoga and the White Stallion Lodge, ...

Until I found the incantation to mark Mazoga as essential, I was reluctant to do that. There are wisps around that she normally can't handle until she has a Daedric weapon. Is she essential in Julian's game?

Posted by: Acadian Jan 29 2020, 01:51 PM

SubRosa- Cities, guilds and even empires do not inspire loyalty from Buffy. What drives her to action is helping those she holds dear, and I was delighted to see you highlight that. I fondly remember Teresa’s role in the latter part of the Oblivion Crisis as she flew on raven wings above the battlefield – foreshadowing a follow on superhero by the name of Stormcrow?

DE- I’m glad you enjoyed the interaction between Buffy and Boderi as they talked shop about magic bows and bags of holding. Mazoga is always fun to write. While Buffy’s grief will not dominate the story, it is certainly there and we’ll continue to see it occasionally bubble to the surface.

Renee- Thanks for the question about Buffy and Daenlin (NPC who owns Archers Paradox in Bravil). Let me provide a brief review of the relationship between them that was developed mostly back in Book 1: Though conceived in the trees of Valenwood, Buffy was born in Bravil and her parents asked Daenlin to be Buffy’s godfather. When Buffy was three years old, her father never came back from a vampire hunt. At eight, Daenlin apprenticed Buffy as an archer. At twelve, Buffy’s mother died to illness so Daenlin became the closest thing she had to a parent. Though her skill with a bow eventually eclipsed that of her master, Buffy absolutely adores Daenlin and very much views him as her archery master and godfather. She implicitly trusts that anything (like the intervention and selling her house) that Daenlin does on her behalf is for her own good. Daenlin likewise adores his apprentice and proudly considers her to be the culmination of his life’s work as a master of the bow. Buffy’s history to date is long and involved, so I appreciate knowing whenever some review of past details is warranted.

Grits- The line you quoted is pure Mazoga for sure! tongue.gif Thank you for, like SubRosa, noting that when it comes to doing things for her friends, Buffy doesn’t count the cost.

Lopov- We have, with many NPCs, taken a spark of inspiration that Buffy sees and developed them quite differently than does the game. We do try to be consistent with each NPC that we take such a path with and I appreciate your endorsement of what we’ve done with Mazoga and Agronak. Early in her adventuring career, Buffy became greedy in her desire to obtain powerful Daedric artifacts. Sheogorath unintentionally cured her of that – she has never forgiven him nor herself for shattering the beliefs of a whole Khajiiti village at Border Watch. That’s why she’s pleased to offer up Sheo’s staff for destruction. From the Border Watch experience, however, she did gain the wisdom to forsake greed. As SubRosa and I are fond of saying, ‘Good judgment comes from experience; experience comes from bad judgment.’ wink.gif

ghastley- You have the right of it, my friend. The next two episodes will shed much clarity on where the book is headed. Thank you!

Rider- It was indeed great fun to write the scene of Buffy nearly knocking herself out flying into the steel of Mazoga’s breastplate. I’m glad the groaning parlor chair also caught your attention, as I was trying to emphasize just how darn large these two orcs are. Good luck as Julian ventures back to the White Stallion Lodge to check on dear ‘Zoga. Buffy will get to briefly see it herself in a few episodes.

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Previously- Sirs Mazoga and Agronak joined Boderi and Buffy. The orcs outlined Martin’s perilous plan to retrieve the Amulet of Kings and claim his throne. The plan calls for retrieving four powerful items, including a Daedric artifact from Buffy, and the sigil stone from a Great Oblivion Gate that Martin hopes to taunt Mehrunes Dagon into opening at Bruma. They began to discuss the need for reinforcements at Bruma.

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Episode 7

After Sirs Mazoga and Agronak finished explaining Martin’s perilous plan to recover the Amulet of Kings, I said, “All the more reason for me to go with you. You both know my skill with bow, illusion and healing.”

“There will be a time for that,” replied Agronak, “but what we need now is your proven skill at negotiating and gathering forces.”

It was Boderi who spoke next. “Buffy, we’d like you to convey the Emperor-in-waiting’s request for reinforcements to Count Caro of Leyawiin and Count Terentius of Bravil. I selected you for this because of your established relationship with Martin’s champions here and your firsthand knowledge of what a daedric siege crawler can do if unleashed upon a city. Your familiarity with both counties and title of dame and will doubtless be of assistance as well. Will you accept this noble quest for your guild and the Empire?”

The words fell from my lips of their own accord, “No, but I’ll do it for you – all three of you.”

“Splendid!” Boderi smiled and reached over to squeeze my hand. “I’ve arranged one way passage to Leyawiin for you and your mare on a merchant ship that sails midday on the morrow.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “Passage for Superian won’t be necessary though. I can dismiss and recall her as required.”

One of Boderi’s eyebrows rose. “You are full of surprises since your return from Valenwood. Once your business in Leyawiin is complete, ride north to petition Bravil.”

“As a Knight of the White Stallion, I’m a member of Leyawiin’s court so I expect no difficulties obtaining an audience with Count Caro. And he’ll accept my words as truth. Count Terentius of Bravil, however, is . . . well, my few dealings with him have not been encouraging.”

“Count Terentius’ reputation is well known and I have anticipated your challenge,” said Boderi with a knowing frown. She produced a folded parchment and pressed it into my hand. The wax seal bore the imprint of my guild. “In this letter of introduction, Hannibal Traven designates you as his emissary regarding this matter. Few nobles are unwise enough to ignore the Arch Mage. Once complete in Bravil, please check with Guildmagister Kud-Ei. Either she or I should have further tasking for you by then.”

I nodded, feeling rather overwhelmed as I tucked the letter into my satchel.

“Magister,” said Agronak, “I have a message from our next Emperor that may help Dame Buffy in her negotiations.”

“Please share it,” replied the Dunmer.

The orc turned to me as he spoke. “Martin wants it known that he will remember those cities and guilds that help the Empire in its time of need – and those that do not.”

“That certainly provides some leverage,” I said. “It sounds like the simple priest we rescued at Kvatch has grown into the demands of his destiny. I take it the other counties are being solicited for aid as well?”

Agronak nodded. “The Elder Council will not openly acknowledge Martin until they see the Amulet of Kings around his neck; however, they have quietly advised the Empire’s ruling nobility that a likely heir is in exile. Commander Phillida has already committed half a cohort to Bruma. He insists on keeping the rest of his Imperial City Legion here to -“

“Co-what?” I interrupted.

“I asked the same thing, Buff,” said Mazoga. “Half of a cohort is three centuries – each manned with a hundred soldiers.”

My eyes opened wide. “Savlian’s army barely numbered a hundred when you stood with us to retake Kvatch.”

Mazoga continued, “It’ll take more than that, which is why we’re soliciting aid from the guilds and county nobles to augment the Legion’s soldiers. Remember, we’ll be dealing with several regular gates followed by a Great Gate – capable of destroying Bruma if we don’t stop it before it belches out a siege engine. Commander Phillida is right to hold much of the Legion here though. If we succeed in Bruma, he expects the forces of Mehrunes Dagon will shift all efforts to The Imperial City to prevent Martin’s coronation and lighting of the Dragonfires.” She turned to the other knight. “Tell her about the other counties, my mate.”

“As for Bruma itself,” said Agronak, “Countess Carvain has little choice but to deploy the entire garrison and militia there in defense of her city. The Talosian Monks of Weynon Priory near Chorrol are conveying Martin’s request to Countess Valga for soldiers and petitioning Vilena Donton for warriors from her various Fighters Guild chapters.”

“And you may be sure,” added Boderi, “that when the time comes, a contingent from the Mages Guild will be on hand to support the effort in Bruma.”

Agronak acknowledged Boderi’s reassurance with an appreciative nod before continuing, “A pair of Blades is en route to the court of Cheydinhal. Mazoga and I will head west to solicit aid from Skingrad, Kvatch and Anvil. Miscarcand, containing the other artifact we need, lies along our way.”

I looked up at Mazoga, “When do you have to depart?”

She winced. “We told Fanador to meet us just outside the University with our mounts and pack animal ready for travel within the hour.”

I heaved a sigh. “We’d better head to the Mystic Archives to get those artifacts then.”

The orcs and I left Boderi in her apartment.

Too soon, my friends and I stepped outside the University’s front gate where we were met by Fanador astride a placid paint. He was holding the reins of two spirited white warhorses as well as the lead of a heavily laden gray donkey whose name I recalled as Lunchbucket. The burlap-wrapped staff of Sheogorath was added to the donkey’s burden. The other Daedric artifacts I had mentioned were now carried by the knights to enhance their own survival.

Agronak engulfed one of my shoulders within a gauntleted hand. “Good luck, Buffy, and a word of caution.” My lifted eyebrow urged him to continue, “If the Mythic Dawn learns that your interest in the Oblivion Crisis extends beyond curiosity or trading in sigil stones, their cultists may act against you. Mazoga and I have already been forced to kill several. The only warning you’ll have before they attack is a battle cry proclaiming their allegiance to Lord Dagon as they summon both armor and weapon. They will likely be in possession of Mythic Dawn scrolls or books. Several Blades are working undercover to ferret out the identities of these sleeper agents and eliminate them.”

“Thank you for the warning, Agronak.”

Mazoga folded me into her arms and whispered, “I’ll miss you Buff. We’ll have much to catch up on when this is over.”

As she stepped back, I looked up and nodded. Blinking back tears, I said, “I hope to see you in Bruma, if not before. Be careful, my friends.”

Posted by: Renee Jan 29 2020, 02:59 PM

Awesome, thanks for providing that quick summary of Daelin's relationship. Sorry for my abrupt questions but I got stuck on that detail about her house. biggrin.gif I'll probably get stuck on other details in the future. "But why.... ?"

See, that's good. They'd be better off allowing her to join them since she does have some knowledge of how Daedric forces work. evillol.gif In fact she'll be able to provide some useful information, so yeah, that's smart.

I like that you're taking the Main Quest seriously by writing an in-depth story about it, and blending it into Buffy's tale. So many have complained about it (being cliche or generic or whatever) but I enjoyed it. I always wanted to write a Renee version of the Main Quest, but the moment has long passed.

Anyway, let's see what happens next as they prepare for ... whatever shall come. viking.gif


Posted by: SubRosa Jan 29 2020, 06:38 PM

Just as you said. Buffy will do it for Boderi and her friends.

I do not think anyone's dealings with Count Terentius have been encouraging...

Hopefully Hannibal in Buffy's world is not played by Anthony Hopkins...

So Phillida is keeping 300 years in the city for its defense. That should protect it for a long time! It looks like he is thinking several moves ahead.

Lunchbucket is an awesome name for a donkey. Much better than Number Seven.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 3 2020, 08:05 PM

Tell Buffy to look out for Prizna when she's near the Bravil gate. She may wants some help. biggrin.gif

I'm looking forward to some interesting negotiations with the Counts and Countesses. Especially ones she's had to deal with before. And I assume she might meet Jauffre again at the Great Gate party. That should be fun!

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 5 2020, 12:55 AM

Who better than to provide the necessary aid to combat the Daedra than someone who's been within their Oblivion Gates and saw the destructive power of that terrible siege crawler? Phillida is making good progress, no doubt learning from the exploits of others of his station in battles prior.

Its great to hear the potential for allies here as the counties and guilds might lend a helping hand to combat the Daedric threat

Lunchbucket! The carrier of Sheogorath's staff!

A dangerous thing indeed to poke at a nest full of Mythic Dawn agents. Being the fanatical zealots they are, they'll stop at nothing to complete their task, and right now Buffy is the threat that can thwart their efforts. The Blades must act quickly in identifying those sleeper agents. Anyone can be Mythic Dawn.

Great chapter as the plans are being set by our daring heroes! Looking forward to see this tale unfold!

Again, I'm happy to see Buffy back at it!

Posted by: Grits Feb 5 2020, 02:13 AM

I love that recruiting allies for Bruma is a team effort. It will be great to see Dame Buffy return to Bravil and Leyawiin.

I’m glad that Agronak warned Buffy about Mythic Dawn sleeper agents. Yikes!

Posted by: Acadian Feb 5 2020, 01:27 PM

Renee- To put it in Renee terms, Mazoga and Agronak will fill the more visible/heroic ‘Xena’ role during the crisis that is normally performed by the player character in Oblivion. Buffy’s role in resolving the Oblivion Crisis will be one of ‘Gabriel’ support – even as she pursues an unrelated but life-changing path of her own.

SubRosa- I expect Buffy’s dealings with Count Caro in Leyawiin will be cordial, but not without some unexpected twists. You are right though to expect some confrontational sparks when Buffy tries to deal with His Pompousness in Bravil. I fondly remember Number Seven from Teresa’s fiction. happy.gif

ghastley- Buffy will be trying to get help from Leyawiin and Bravil while others are soliciting the other counties. She hopes Boderi will subsequently assign her to the Mages Guild contingent supporting Bruma in time to help at the Great Gate party.

DE- Thanks for pointing out some of the moving parts. Buffy’s role will be fairly minor and we only get to really see what she sees. Therefore, I’m trying to indirectly reveal some of what else is happening - the two orcs functioning as Martin’s champions and doing most of the Main Quest hero stuff, several emissaries besides Buffy soliciting aid from the counties that Buffy is not tasked to visit, undercover Blades trying to ferret out Mythic Dawn sleeper agents. . . .

Grits- I’m so pleased you agree that it makes sense to spread the ‘recruiting allies for Bruma’ effort around so Martin’s orcish pair of champions can concentrate on the heavy lifting of the Main Quest. I thought the task assigned Buffy would be most appropriate, given how diligent and successful she was at gathering forces for Savlian so they could ultimately recapture Kvatch back in Book 1.

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Previously- As Mazoga, Agronak and Boderi discussed the need to reinforce Bruma against an anticipated Great Oblivion Gate, Buffy’s immediate task was revealed: Travel south by ship to request aid from Leyawiin, then ride north and solicit the same from Bravil. Mazoga and Agronak explained the provisions already in progress by others to seek help from the remaining counties across Cyrodiil. After presenting the orcs with the Daedric artifact that Martin will eventually require, Buffy said farewell to her fellow knights as they headed west.

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Episode 8

The following morning found Boderi and I seated in her parlor sharing a breakfast of fresh strawberries, warm sausage rolls and hot bergamot tea. The second book of my journal, covering travels in Valenwood, now resided next to its predecessor in Boderi’s private bookcase. My eyes were drawn to a beautiful tapestry depicting Julianos that hung above her mantel. It had not been there the day prior.

“Buffy,” she said before I could ask about the tapestry, “I asked you here this morning not only wish you well on your expedition south but to discuss your knighthood as it relates to our guild.”

The topic took me by surprise. “I assure you there is no conflict with my loyalty to the guild. Count Caro of Leyawiin dubbed Mazoga and I Knights Errant of the White Stallion as an honor after the two of us delivered justice to the notorious leader of the Black Bow Bandits. As the title implies, I am a free knight. A pledge of fealty to Leyawiin would only be required were I to accept promotion to Knight Sister.”

The Dunmer smiled and gently shook her head. “I have never questioned your loyalty, but always been interested in your growth.”

I had long ago learned that when Boderi spoke cryptically, the lessons she eventually imparted were worth my temporary confusion. I simply tilted my head and looked at the other elf, waiting as the fire in her hearth crackled softly.

“Tell me, young knight, what do you know about the Order of the Lamp?”

The question was unexpected and I felt like I was right back under Boderi’s instruction as a student. I stared absently at the ceiling’s wooden support beams as images of pages from countless tomes contained in the Mystic Archives flashed before the eyes of my memory.

I blinked the images away, then met Boderi’s gaze and replied, “The Order of the Lamp was formed by Vanus Galerion during the Second Era. As the guild’s first Arch Mage, he recognized the potential of magic for both good and evil. He believed that only Divine power was strong enough to illuminate and ferret out misuse of the arcane arts. Lamp Knights, more often referred to as Knights Arcana, were paladins – holy warriors selected and empowered by the Divines and devoted to combating evil. Although members of the guild, the loyalty of each Knight Arcana was to the Divines. These paladins were above corruption - not even the Arch Mage was beyond the scope of their righteous justice when it came to combating the use of magic for evil purposes.”

I paused for a sip of tea before continuing, “Well suited for operating independently, their tasks ranged from exploration and discovery, to investigation, enforcement and defense of the guild from forces of darkness. The Order was guided by a Palatinus who, at the pleasure of the Divines, coordinated directly with the Arch Mage.” I studied Boderi’s ruby eyes, searching for a passing grade.

She nodded. “Well done, Buffy. I see your uncanny ability to recall almost anything you read remains intact. And do you know what became of to the Order?”

“It is unclear,” I replied. “Most of the Knights Arcana, along with nearly a thousand battlemages, were killed during a great battle against Mannimarco and his army of necromancers – which suffered similar losses. Arch Mage Galerion was killed. Reportedly, so was the King of Worms but his body was never found. Several historians have speculated that, just as he had somehow survived the Planemeld after trying to usurp Molag Bal, Mannimarco once again defied death.” I shrugged. “Little is written about what subsequently became of the knights. Some say the Order of the Lamp dissolved after the death of Vanus Galerion. Other arcane scholars suggest the Order still quietly serves to this day, citing examples of evil mages who are inexplicably killed or simply disappear.”

“And what do you believe, Dame Buffy?”

“There’s a lamp shining brightly above each Divine’s altar in the University’s Chapel of the Nine,” I stated. “I suspect they burn there for a reason.”

“You suspect correctly.” I followed Boderi’s eyes up to the tapestry depicting Julianos - the god of both knowledge and magic. “The Council of Mages convened last night to discuss our role in the Oblivion Crisis and the dark times facing the Empire. I was asked to bring the Order out of the shadows and back into righteous lamplight. Arch Mage Traven believes that, at this point, there is more to be gained from the Order’s visible deterrence than its continued clandestine operations. I and the rest of the Council agreed.”

My eyes opened wide, as did my mouth. I managed to close the latter.

The dark elf who had forged me into a combat mage continued, “While it should be no surprise that I have always been involved in the quiet business of enforcement, intelligence gathering and special operations, my true position and title within the guild has been kept secret. Until now.”

I stared at her for a long time before one end of my mouth lifted into a crooked smile and I stammered, “D-Dame Boderi?”

“Yes, for longer than you have lived.” She dipped her head humbly and an aura of Divine white light surrounded her. “Paladin of Julianos and Palatinus to the Order of the Lamp.” The light then faded away.

My astonishment grew. In retrospect, however, I now recalled her attending frequent meetings in the Arch Mage’s tower. I had assumed her business there involved mundane matters such as the battlemage training program. Unsure how to react to this revelation, I stood, tugged Boderi to her feet and hugged her. My mentor’s arms around me were as warm and reassuring as ever. After we broke the embrace, I asked, “How many knights do you have?”

“Too few – which is the reason I wanted to privately speak to you this morning.” It was Boderi’s turn to tilt her head as she looked down into my eyes. “Dame Buffy, when you first came to me, you were an archer, seeking to augment your skills with knowledge of the arcane. I am proud of the elf that now stands before me. You are a fine mage who happens to be a knight. I urge that, just as you embraced the synergy between bow and magic, you now give consideration to a path that blends mage, knight and priest – the path of a paladin."

My head was spinning, but I managed to say, “If you would continue to guide my steps, I would learn your ways.”

“Your skill as both mage and knight is well established,” Boderi smiled warmly as she placed a hand on my cheek, “but a Knight of the Lamp is beyond fealty to any guild, county, empire or mortal. Arch Mage Galerion fully recognized that it would require no less than Divine sanction to keep the addictive allure of magical power in check. Accordingly, each Knight Arcana’s service is inspired by a patron Divine. This is not a course to approach lightly. I know from your journals that you travel with the spirit of an ancient Paladin of Kyne who I'm sure can advise you on the hardships that life as a paladin entails. The decision, however, ultimately lies with the Divines. Meditate and speak to the Nine. If one of them calls you to be a beacon in their name, I will be proud to call you fellow paladin.”

Posted by: ghastley Feb 5 2020, 05:19 PM

This episode had me digging back to the knightly orders in the TES II: Daggerfall game, where they existed for region and temple, with the Order of the Lamp being an exception in being based in the Mages Guild. The Knights of the Flame in ESO come directly from that origin, as do the Order of the Hour. In that game you could belong to the Lamp, plus one each of regional and temple. Buffy belongs to a regional order, so the only gap is the one for a Divine Temple. Hmmm......

Clark votes for Dibella, but he may have been influenced by the outfits in certain mods. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Grits Feb 5 2020, 09:23 PM

Ah, thank you for the delightful breakfast! happy.gif

Dame Boderi gave me shivers!! I loved this episode.

Posted by: Lopov Feb 6 2020, 12:51 PM

On Episode 7 - you're doing a good job by describing how various factions of Cyrodiil are teaming up together to battle against the Daedric invasion, requiring Buffy's services either as a courier, negotiator or a seeker of crucial items required for the battle.

On Episode 8 - now Buffy has something to think about regarding the Knighthood. Divines would be "silly" not to call her. tongue.gif

Posted by: haute ecole rider Feb 6 2020, 04:02 PM

Buffy as a Dame Paladin? Hrrm, too big a stretch? Not for this blonde Bravilian Bosmer bowgirl! Small she may be, but her spirit and heart are bigger than Superian in her Skyrim incarnation!

Looking forward to learning which Divine calls Buffy!

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 7 2020, 05:38 PM

I wonder, has Buffy ever considered publishing her journal as a book(s)? I think the tale of her adventures would give Tamrielans a welcome alternative to Castra Scribonia's Woman Gone Wild...

If this was taking place in the real world, then The Order of the Lamp would be really creepy. A secret death squad that goes around killing people whom they deem are evil. Given that this is a fantasy world, and they are divinely aligned, I take it that they are a genuine force for good taking their orders from genuinely beneficent deities - like Mara and Julianos (little teapot and all). In which case it is a good thing they are there, and even better that they are coming out of the shadows to stand against Dagon. It is very plain that Boderi's patron is Julianos.

While it seems pretty plain that this is going to be focused on the Oblivion Crisis, the numerous references to Mannimarco (Manny? The Manster? The Mannimaniac?) that at some point Buffy might get involved in the Mages Guild questline as well, perhaps in Book 4?

I am hoping the Flying Spaghetti Monster is the one who calls Buffy. May the pasta be with you!

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 9 2020, 05:53 AM

Great detail on the ancient Order of the Lamp! I enjoyed reading about their works and responsibilities. Fascinating how after all these centuries they are still around, in one shape or form, at such a crucial moment in time when Oblivion Gates are opening all over the place. One can say there hasn't been a better time to discover more about them in these present moments.

I think it is very appropriate for Buffy to find out more about them. She fits perfectly as one of these holy paladins!

That breakfast in the beginning sounded delicious by the way!

Posted by: Acadian Feb 12 2020, 12:52 PM

ghastley- Though Buffy’s historical depiction of the Order of the Lamp is recognizable from lore, we have freely taken liberties and filled in some gaps to our own purpose. That such knights were, first and foremost, paladins and why Vanus Galerion insisted upon it is such an example. Thank you!

Grits- That Dame Boderi’s revelation of her true identity gave you shivers is music to my ears! I so hoped for such a reaction. Thank you!

Lopov- I’m glad you endorse Buffy’s ‘supporting role’ in the crisis instead of being ‘The Chosen One.’ Being in support suits her nature much better. We view the Oblivion Crisis primarily as a familiar backdrop for Buffy's journey of personal growth. Thank you!

Rider- Looking back over the years, I’m surprised I remained blind to the signs. Only when I read The Deed of Paksennarion by Elizabeth Moon recently did the clarity of Buffy’s destiny snap fully into focus. The author’s depiction of what a paladin is all about literally sang to my heart, gave Buffy the courage to consider it and provided the inspiration to finally bring this book to life. Thank you!

SubRosa- In Buffy Fiction, paladins will be beacons of light in a dark and dangerous world. You are right to identify the challenge of avoiding self-serving motives and zealotry that can sometimes infest mortals claiming Divine inspiration. Our weapons against that will be incorruptibility and compassion. In Buffy's world, the Divines choose only a small number of paladins, and do so with great personal attention. As you say, a genuine force for good in a fantasy setting.

The attention to Mannimarco was relevant only to address what I felt was a potentially awkward historical timeline. ESO has the Worm King in what seems to be Molag Bal’s inescapable and permanent grip of torment at the end of the Planemeld – well before lore says he did battle with Vanus Galerion later in the Second Era and, much later, resurfaced to plague the Mages Guild in the Third Era. My hope in the last episode was to allow for the possibility that he somehow survived Molag Bal. Though I don’t rule it out, I have no current plans to present the Mages Guild questline. Rather, I’m leaning toward transitioning Buffy’s story to the Second Era (involving time travel of course) after this book. I much prefer writing where we’re playing instead where we were two games ago. tongue.gif Thank you!

DE- I’m pleased to hear you suggest that it's appropriate for Buffy to discover more about paladins before committing to that path. As we’ll gradually learn, there is a great deal about them that she does not know. She correctly understands they are beacons of Divine light but it will be Acadian who eventually reveals the limitations and hardships that such a life entails. And Buffy's godmother, Azura, is likely to complicate things as well. Thank you!

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Previously- The morning of Buffy’s departure for Leyawiin, she and Boderi shared a private breakfast. Boderi turned the conversation to the Order of the Lamp. Buffy knew that the Order had been comprised of paladins empowered and devoted to the Nine whose role had been to combat the evil use of magic. Boderi then surprised Buffy by revealing that the Order was still active but had been operating clandestinely – until now, and that Dame Boderi was a Paladin of Julianos who had been serving as the Order’s Palatinus for decades. Finally, Boderi asked Buffy to consider the path of a paladin herself.

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~ Part 3 – Aide from Leyawiin ~

Episode 9


I stood among a score of passengers under the midday sun. We waited as cargo was carried down a ramp mating the dock to the ship’s lower cargo hold. Among the crates and barrels still waiting to be loaded aboard was a mule and three sheep. I was grateful that Superian traveled safely as a spirit within me.

My thoughts returned to Boderi’s proposal that I ask the Nine to call me to their service. Though I traveled with the spirit of a paladin inside me, I was far from sure I totally understood what being one entailed. I knew, however, that before I decided anything I needed to talk to Acadian and probably some priests.

Oh, and Azura. It was the Mistress of Twilight who had touched me with her hand of fate and thrust the abilities of a Slayer upon me. Would she be angry if I considered serving the Nine? She would have no right to be. After all, I never asked for her interference in my life and considered being a Slayer more curse than blessing. I should speak to her about it though. . . as well as the fact that I loaned her Star to Mazoga and Agronak. I pushed such thoughts aside for now – my quest to Leyawiin and Bravil took priority.

Aside from myself and an Argonian dressed in a loam blouse and faded gray skirt, the rest of my fellow waiting passengers were men. Mostly merchants and artisans by the look of them.

After a gangplank was rigged to the main deck, a Bosmer at the far end waved us onto the ship. “Welcome aboard the Peony Princess. My name is Fillimir, ship steward.” The leather-faced elf had black hair slicked back into a short queue and was dressed in a burgundy tunic trimmed in black with matching pants over sturdy sailcloth shoes. After explaining some of the ship’s rules and meal times, he exchanged our tickets for waterwalking amulets, which we donned. “We’ll usually be in sight of land. In case we go down, stay calm, move away from the ship and walk to shore. These amulets don’t grow on trees, so I’ll need them back as you debark at your final destination. I’ll show you the galley on our way down to where you’ll sleep. This way please.”

We followed the steward below the weather deck, past the galley, through several passageways and down one more deck before he announced, “This is the passenger berthing compartment.”

As we passed a doorway from which hung a canvas curtain, he commented, “That’s the head - for cleaning yourself up and doing your personal business; if you want a full bath, wait till port or tie yourself to a line and splash around over the side.” He paused by the next opening along the bulkhead. “My office. You can usually find me in there or checking the galley.” Drawing open the canvas that covered a doorway across from his office, he revealed a small cabin. “This is where our two lady passengers will sleep.” Finally he gestured out toward the main compartment. Along the bulkheads on both sides were strung hammocks, three high. “You men sleep here. The Captain doesn’t tolerate any nonsense, so stay out of women’s berthing unless you want to swim to your destination.”

Once the Argonian and I entered our cabin, she slid the curtain closed and extended a scaled hand. “Quill-Weave. Are you going to Anvil as am I?”

“Buffy,” I said as my hand met hers. “Only to Leyawiin. I have business there. Do you live in Anvil then?”

“Yes, I am a writer and heading home after doing some research here on The Imperial City maze of a sewer system and the lost souls who call it home.”

“There is certainly plenty of mystery beneath the city,” I commented.

“What is your business in Leyawiin . . . I mean, if I am not being too nosy?”

“I’m just couriering a message for my guild of mages.”

“You don’t look like a mage – not with the way you’re dressed and those bowstring calluses on the fingers of your right hand.”

I held out the open hand of which the observant Argonian spoke. From its palm flickered to life the magenta arcane flame of my guild. As orange eyes widened, I closed my fingers to extinguish the beacon of guild recognition.

“It seems I was mistaken, magister.”

“I get that a lot. It seems buckskin-clad Bosmeri mystic archers are rare.” I then grinned. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you into a scamp or anything like that. Your name and the ink stains on your own hands mark your profession well enough though.”

She held up her stained fingers. “So they do.” Looking at the three hammocks strung above each other, she added, “You want top or bottom?”

“May I have the top?”

“Perfect,” she replied. “I prefer the bottom. Most of us scaled folk like being low or even underground. I don't snore but sometimes my tail thrashes around in my sleep. It will be safer for you being above me."

I chuckled, then countered, “Being a short elf conceived in the treetops probably explains my preference for high perches.” Suddenly I felt the ship move. “We’re underway!”

“Old hat to me,” replied the Argonian as she opened her worn travel bag.

I began to change clothes as Quill-Weave carefully arrayed her writing supplies on the single small table.

“You know,” she continued, “after my current book, I’m toying with writing one about the guilds of Cyrodiil. May I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” I replied, wriggling out of my buckskins.

“Everyone knows that a display of the arcane flame marks one as a member of the Mages Guild – just as the red and white medallion worn by members of the Fighters Guild serves to identify them. From interviews with mages, I have learned that the ability is bestowed as a mage begins their course of study at the Arcane University.”

“That’s all correct,” I confirmed as I tugged an ivory skirt with emerald trim over my hips. “During the ceremony, the mage is infused with a tiny portion of the guild’s arcane flame that she can henceforth display as you saw me demonstrate.”

“If a member of the Fighters Guild is expelled,” Quill-Weave explained, “they forfeit their amulet. Fleeing without surrendering it generates a writ from the guild to track down the disgraced fighter and recover the symbol of their guild – by whatever means is necessary. My question is, how does your guild preclude a disgraced member from still displaying Mages Guild credentials?”

“Well, we try not to kill them if that’s what you’re asking.” I pulled a white peasant blouse over my head. “We’re not the Dark Brotherhood, after all. When a mage is expelled from the guild and does not willingly surrender it, their tiny piece of the arcane flame acts like a beacon to those trained to locate and recover it.”

Quill-Weave was scribbling busily. “I assume the guild has mages whose duties include enforcement of such things?”

“You assume correctly. I’m sure you can appreciate that the specifics are more effective if not disseminated beyond those who use them.”

She paused her note taking to look at me and nod her understanding. “Very enlightening. I like the mystery angle; readers eat that stuff up. When someday I finish the book, Buffy, where may I send an autographed copy for you?”

“What a thoughtful gesture!” I replied. “It will reach me if sent to the Arcane University.” We chatted a bit more as I pulled a brush through my hair. Before I excused myself to head topside for some fresh air, we agreed to meet later in the galley for dinner.

After getting lost and having to ask one of the crew for directions, I finally emerged on the busy main deck. Sails billowed and sailors bustled. I found what looked like an out of the way spot on one side of the ship. I held the railing with one hand to steady myself against the ship’s movement and kept the other near my skirt in case an errant breeze lifted it. Closing my eyes, I savored the wind in my hair and sun on my face.

Posted by: Renee Feb 12 2020, 02:31 PM

That'd be fun. Instead of life jackets we get waterwalking amulets.

That does make a lot of sense. Buffy has no problem being higher when she sleeps, while Quill-Weave has no problem sleeping low.

Quill-Weave sounds like she actually writes some material for publishing. Unlike Casta Scribonia. I can remember when I was new to the game. One of my characters spoke to Casta and Casta bragged about writing all these books. laugh.gif None of which are in the game apparently. And that was actually my first thread in the old Bethesda forums. "What's up with Casta Scribonia?" Where are all these supposed books she writes? Somebody accused me of being a troll! indifferent.gif But i was serious. I had to prove my intent in that thread!

Anyway, let's see where this trip leads, as they head south to the land of frequent rain. I wonder if it'll rain constantly in Leyawiin like it does for a lot of my characters.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 12 2020, 03:14 PM

I always like the everyday magic in everyone's stories. If you're in a world with magic, it will get used whenever it makes sense. Water-walking away from a wreck is better than just being floated, as it saves a rescue trip, so the authorities would mandate that. tongue.gif

@Renee: you've got me trying to recall if Quill-Weave has any books in the game. I think she does, but I don't remember which.

The flame "ID" coming at the same time as Adryn reminds us that not all mages can do all the schools has now got me wondering what happens if a mage is "allergic" to fire? biggrin.gif

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 12 2020, 04:34 PM

I hope no one puts Buffy in a crate!

I think Azura would feel that she has the right to be angry about anything she chooses to Buffy! That is one of the perks that comes with being a god (or godlike being).

I love the name Peony Princess for a ship. It could be a tavern as well.

Waterwalking (and breathing) amulets sound like a great idea for shipgoers who were not blessed with being born Argonian.

So is the head at the head of the ship? wink.gif

Sewer research? Now that is a crappy job Quill-Weave.

Yowch! Being a slight elf when a trail is thrashing about sounds like being a long-tailed cat in room full of rockers!

Very neat world-building with the inclusion of the Guild's arcane flame. At first I thought that rather than it being gifted upon them, they should learn to create it themselves as a sign of their ability. But then I realized that would mean any mage not in the guild could recreate it themselves and fake it. The whole situation of leaving the guild and tracking rogues though the flame is fascinating. It also implies that the Guild could use it to locate any member, like a magical GPS.

QUOTE(Renee @ Feb 12 2020, 08:31 AM) *

That'd be fun. Instead of life jackets we get waterwalking amulets.

That does make a lot of sense. Buffy has no problem being higher when she sleeps, while Quill-Weave has no problem sleeping low.

Quill-Weave sounds like she actually writes some material for publishing. Unlike Casta Scribonia. I can remember when I was new to the game. One of my characters spoke to Casta and Casta bragged about writing all these books. laugh.gif None of which are in the game apparently. And that was actually my first thread in the old Bethesda forums. "What's up with Casta Scribonia?" Where are all these supposed books she writes? Somebody accused me of being a troll! indifferent.gif But i was serious. I had to prove my intent in that thread!

Anyway, let's see where this trip leads, as they head south to the land of frequent rain. I wonder if it'll rain constantly in Leyawiin like it does for a lot of my characters.

You are such a troll Renee, everyone knows it... laugh.gif

According to the UESP Wiki:
She is a famous author who writes stories about the adventures of outlaws and low-lifes in her books, such as "Red Crater" and "The Goblin with the Golden Arm". One of her neighbors keeps rats as house pets, and during the related quest, you will find out exactly how much that bothers her.

Quill-Weave is currently working on a series of books named after Cyrodiil's Doomstones, though she believes that the Doomstones have no magical powers

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Feb 14 2020, 01:51 AM

Again, it so handy to have a pocket-mount able to travel in such a form.

I can sympathize with Buffy's regarding thoughts on Azura. Daedric Princes, even the ones considered to be often good and benevolent, have a very harsh track record and often put mortals in positions and spots they don't want to be in.

Great reference to the Interregnum. Not many people remember the details of that time period. I'm certain scholars and mages would be more inclined to know about it, and of course old organizations. I think Mannimarco did of course escape Molag's grip. I agree that it was sort of odd with the different timelines, but fan theories aside, its cool to see it mentioned here.

“You men sleep here. The Captain doesn’t tolerate any nonsense, so stay out of women’s berthing unless you want to swim to your destination.”
laugh.gif laugh.gif

The exchange between wood elf and argonian was great, and its interesting how their racial habits extends even to their sleeping ones.

To Leyawiin!

Posted by: Acadian Feb 19 2020, 02:01 PM

Renee- I’m glad you agree that waterwalking amulets for river and coastal ship travel seem to make sense. I bet the weather will indeed be mostly overcast and/or rainy in County Leyawiin. Perhaps with a few bolts of red lightning. . . . ohmy.gif Thank you!

ghastley- Like you, SubRosa and others, I like to try to show some practical uses for magic in such a magical world. Thank you!

SubRosa- With Buffy considering aligning with one of the Divines, what Azura might have to say about it seems like a prudent consideration. Buffy will learn the names of some of the Peony Princess’ sister ships and I hope you will enjoy them also. I’m glad you like how we are using the MG’s arcane flame. I confess it was partly inspired by the FG’s amulets that you introduced in Teresa Fiction. Thank you!

DE- I felt obliged to address how the traitorous Worm we left to eternal torment in the Second Era in ESO could somehow survive to later battle Vanus Galerion (in support of Order of the Lamp lore) and even infest himself upon the Third Era (in support of the MG questline in Oblvion). I find it great fun to try and weave the wide range of racial characteristics found in Tamriel into matter-of fact-normal considerations that might not occur to those of us without pointed ears, tails, fur or tusks. Thank you!

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Previously- Buffy boarded the Peony Princess to begin her journey from The Imperial City down the Niben to Leyawiin. After meeting her Argonian cabin mate and settling in, she made her way up to the ship’s main deck to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine.

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Episode 10


“What lady so fair, whose golden hair shames the very sun, graces my port rail?”

I turned to look up at a handsome Redguard. A loose fitting white shirt was gathered at his waist by a scarlet sash and its wide sleeves danced in the wind. Well-fitted black trousers were tucked into knee high suede boots of the same color. His roguishly smiling lips parted to say, “Torlin, first mate of this fine vessel.”

“Buffy,” I managed to reply without stammering.

“Buffy,” he repeated. “What a beautifully exotic name! In all my travels, I’ve never met anyone who shares it.”

“Nor have I,” I said, feeling rather flustered by his blatant charm and attention, “so I suppose it is rather rare,”

He lifted my hand briefly to his lips. “Welcome aboard.”

“Thank you,” I replied. As he leaned against the rail and unabashedly watched me, I looked around, trying not to display my self-consciousness. Behind us now was the wide bridge spanning the Upper Niben at its juncture with Lake Rumare. Ahead, I could see another vessel closing quickly. It sailed by almost silently, save for the cracking of sails in the wind and what sounded like commands being barked to its deck crew. “Beautiful,” I said. “What ship is that?”

“Barenziah’s Breeze,” replied Torlin amiably. “One of our sister ships, and bound for The Imperial City. While not as fair as yourself, she’s a beauty all right.”

I imagined my peasant blouse did little to hide the flush I felt rising above its off-the-shoulder neckline, but I didn’t draw attention to it by looking down to see. “When I picked up my ticket at the Imperial Trading Company, the clerk told me we’d arrive at Leyawiin early tomorrow. How many stops do we make?”

“Just one at Bravil before sailing overnight to Leyawiin. About four more days from there on to Anvil, including numerous stops.”

“At what cities?” I asked.

“Well, after Leyawiin, we sail to Duncori Walk and Senchal in Elsweyr. Then on to the land of the Bosmer.” Brilliant white teeth flashed briefly before he continued, “Our Valenwood ports are Haven, Southpoint, Greenheart and Woodhearth. Next is one of the Summerset Isles for a stop at Skywatch before finally arriving Anvil. After a few days port call for the crew, we bring aboard a new load of passengers, mail and cargo then retrace our route back to The Imperial City.”

“I’d love to visit those cities. Someday.”

He smiled. “Tis a shame that Leyawiin will break my heart by stealing you away on the morrow before I can show you those ports.”

I smiled demurely and, as I lowered my eyes, could see now that my shoulders did indeed display the blush I felt. “How fortunate your crew is to have a first mate so gifted by the silken tongue of a bard.”

“You wound me, lovely lady.” I looked up to see sparkling eyes that belied both a crestfallen face and dark hand placed dramatically over his heart to stem imaginary bleeding.

“Oh, I’d wager the numerous ports you visit provide plenty of lovely ladies to tend your wounds. I find this talk of ships fascinating though. How many such vessels does the Imperial Trading Company operate and where else do they go?”

“Let’s see, there’s our own Princess of course. And you saw the Breeze just heading north.” He began counting off on his fingers. “The ITC also operates Nymph of the Niben, Mara’s Tear, Black Swan and Dragon’s Tongue. Six. They all run the same route when not undergoing maintenance in our home port of The Imperial City. The Rihad Trading Company overlaps us at Anvil and serves the northern provinces.”

“Thank you, Torlin. I had no idea how all this worked.”

“You’re most welcome,” he replied. “We’ll dock at Bravil within the hour. Our loadmaster will oversee the on and offloading. My duties in port are actually quite light. The town is quite an unsavory den of thieves, beggars and black marketeers. ‘Tis hardly a place for a cultured unaccompanied lady. I’d be honored to escort you ashore, share a dinner and get to know you better. Have you had the misfortune of visiting Bravil before?”

“I grew up in the beautiful forest city that is cleansed by the Niben and nurtured by the Great Chapel of Mara. After losing both parents, the city and its people became the family who raised me.” I smiled sweetly.

The Redguard was speechless for a long moment. When he spoke, the roguishly bardic manner was gone. “Forgive my poorly chosen words, Buffy. I feel as if I’ve eaten half my boot.”

“Apology accepted, Torlin. I admit that it takes time spent in Mara’s city to fully appreciate her subtle charm and that your perceptions are shared by many visitors.” I paused to give the man a reassuring smile. “I greatly appreciate you teaching me so much about ship travel within the Empire, however I must decline your kind offer. The length of our port call here is too short for me to say all the hellos and goodbyes that going ashore would require. And I’ve already promised my cabin mate that I’d quietly remain aboard with her for dinner in the galley.” I then poked a small finger into his ribs playfully. “Besides, you’d hardly want a Bravilian waif as your dinner date. I might steal your heart and sell it on the black market.”

My joke elicited the intended laugh and seemed to ease his lingering embarrassment. “Methinks ‘tis I who have learned from you, fair and wise lady. We’ll need to rig for the wind and make our turn toward Bravil soon. I hope to see you again before you leave us in Leyawiin.” He kissed my hand once more, then treated me to a charming grin and exaggerated bow as one hand almost swept the deck. He then turned and, before I knew it, was barking orders about sails, coming around, riggings and such to the crew.

I watched the resultant deck activity for a time and felt the ship turning. My gaze shifted out over the bow. The City of Mara soon began to grow out of the distant trees, backlit by the golden brilliance of a westering sun.

I sighed. Torlin was handsome, worldly and charming. Part of me was flattered by his attentions, even though I was sure that any young thing in a skirt would draw his eye as easily as I. He probably had women in each of the numerous ports he had mentioned. And good for him, I thought, for I certainly wasn’t ready to move beyond the memory of Savlian yet. I had tried twice and. . . it had not gone well.

In Valenwood an elf named Vandrelis from one of the mammoth-hunting plains tribes had courted me, eliciting hopeful stirrings in my heart. Though I balked after his first kiss, confessing my lingering grief over the loss of Savlian, he was both patient and attentive. I found myself beginning to hope he would kiss me again.

As the chief’s son, Vandrelis was next in line to lead his tribe and explained how important it was to him that any mate be able to provide an heir to succeed him. For a Bosmer to conceive, her totem must be defeated by that of her mate as the couple shares intimate pleasures. Vandrelis' totem was a tiger. His curiosity was piqued as I informed him I had two totems. When I told him that one was a butterfly, he was pleased. Dismay, however, was his reaction as I reluctantly advised him that my second totem was an ice dragon. We sadly agreed that I was not what he needed. There were plenty of wood elven maidens whose totems could be defeated by his powerful tiger, but I was not among them. The potential for love to blossom was over before it really began. Acadian had gently consoled me that knowing Vandrelis’ priorities so early in the courtship was better than learning them later.

I stared out over the bay as I recalled a subsequent attempt at romance after returning from Valenwood. Caccian Apinia was a member of the Bravil guard force and took quite the fancy to me. Unlike some under the command of Captain Viera Lerus, he rejected corruption and was both firm and fair in his duties. I was drawn to both his sense of honor and skill as a warrior. I had accepted an invitation from him for dinner at the Silverhome. Well, I ended up drinking too much and blubbering about Savlian. Between the wine and emptiness in my heart, I became clingy as he walked me home, even inviting him to come inside for the night. He gently declined.

Once fully sober the next day, I realized how chivalrous the man had been to not take advantage of an inebriated and vulnerable elf. I was so impressed that, when he asked, I readily agreed to try dinner together again – without the wine. This time, when he delivered me home, we chatted comfortably outside my door. Then he took me gently into his arms and our lips met. Instead of welcoming his kiss as I hoped I might, I stiffened as waves of guilt washed over me. I pulled away, crying and apologizing. I had selfishly implied to this kind man something I could not deliver. He was wise enough to understand, and our evening ended with a friendly but sad hug. The last thing he said that night still hung heavily in my heart: ‘You told me that Captain Matius’ final words to you included the hope that you live your long elven life. Until you truly embrace his wishes, no man can compete with the ghost of your hero.’

Had it not been for the steadfast strength, unconditional acceptance and vehement reassurances of my paladin that night, the next morning would have found me at the bottom of the Niben. Beneath the same waters that now lapped against the sides of the Peony Princess.

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 19 2020, 05:57 PM

Is Buffy shaming the Sun again?

Torlin has some serious thirst for Buffy. You certainly described what it feels like to be on the receiving end of the male gaze quite well.

I do love the names, especially Black Swan, thanks to the ballet and movie.

The misfortune of visiting Bravil! The cad! Buffy should steal his heart and sell it on the black market! laugh.gif

Caccian was quite right. No one can compete with a ghost.

Posted by: Renee Feb 20 2020, 04:03 PM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ Feb 12 2020, 10:34 AM) *


You are such a troll Renee, everyone knows it... laugh.gif


rollinglaugh.gif Well it explains why I constantly get those Where am I? pictures wrong. I fess up now. I have never actually played a Bethesda game. indifferent.gif

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He smiled. “Tis a shame that Leyawiin will break my heart by stealing you away on the morrow before I can show you those ports.”


OH my gosh! blink.gif I agree with Dame Buffy, this Redguard probably says this to all the pretty ladies. wub.gif

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‘Tis hardly a place for a cultured unaccompanied lady. I’d be honored to escort you ashore, share a dinner and get to know you better. Have you had the misfortune of visiting Bravil before?”


Torlin and my Kahreem both have the flirty gift. wub.gif These words could literally have been said by my Redguard thief.

I like that he has no idea who she is, that she is actually an adventurer who faces down all sorts of enemies, and so on.

Vandrelis appeared in Book II, correct? I seem to remember their encounter, especially them exchanging totem information.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 20 2020, 04:59 PM

Does this mean that your Leyawiin is that of Open Cities Reborn, (or at least similar) where the Niben is actually navigable through the city? I always preferred it the way that mod rebuilt it, especially as it re-created the concept art, without breaking any of the quests there, or making any dialogue nonsensical.

I also started wondering about the stop in Skywatch, as Lathenil of Sunhold wrote that the seas around Summerset were impassable during the Crisis. But then, he managed to get out to Anvil himself, so it's likely that did not apply to Auridon, and he had another way to get between the islands that didn't require a boat. If any port would still be open, it would be that one.




Posted by: SubRosa Feb 20 2020, 07:40 PM

QUOTE(Renee @ Feb 20 2020, 10:03 AM) *

Vandrelis appeared in Book II, correct? I seem to remember their encounter, especially them exchanging totem information.

Vangelis did the music for Chariots of Fire...

Posted by: Lopov Feb 21 2020, 08:44 AM

Quill-Weave! At first I thought that the mentioned Argonina will be of no particular importance, but it turned out to be our favorite writer. A nice bit of conversation, the Fighters Guild is quite ruthless when it comes to retrieving the amulet by any means necessary. Water-walking amulets are a clever addition for the passengers, in case the ship would sink. laugh.gif

I was thinking of Vandrelis as Buffy began her conversation with Torlin, although I didn't recall Vandrelis' name until you brought it up. I'm thankful for some insights into events from previous stories. I enjoyed a conversation between Buffy and Torlin, although I assumed that she'll accept his offer to accompany her. tongue.gif

Posted by: Grits Feb 26 2020, 05:16 AM

Ooo, Quill-Weave! As ever I adore the touches of practical magic in Buffy’s world.

I then poked a small finger into his ribs playfully. “Besides, you’d hardly want a Bravilian waif as your dinner date. I might steal your heart and sell it on the black market.”

I love it! biggrin.gif

It was sobering to realize that Buffy’s bleak night after the date with Caccian happened so recently. Darkness and light wove all the way through this episode.

Posted by: Acadian Feb 26 2020, 01:51 PM

Previously- Buffy continued her voyage toward Leyawiin. Meeting the ship’s charming and flirtatious first mate elicited painful memories of her failed attempts at romance after the loss of Savlian. As the ship prepared for a brief port call at Bravil, Buffy elected to remain aboard for a quiet dinner with her cabin mate.

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SubRosa- I’m glad that Buffy’s feminine reactions (voluntary and otherwise) to Torlin’s gusher of charm rang true. I did have fun making up those ship names! As you can see, Buffy still has work to do reconciling Savlian’s ghost with any possible future romance. At this point, I’m proud of her for at least being willing to try.

Renee- How neat that Torlin’s smooth charm reminds you of the Weet Bandit! Buffy’s diminutive size and ‘elf next door’ look are not likely to intimidate anyone. . . so she has learned to rely on speechcraft as well as any advantage to be gained from being underestimated. You are exactly right that Vandrelis appeared in Book 2. Thanks for remembering!

ghastley- It always seemed absurd that the Niben’s delta area around Leyawiin precluded navigation to/from Topal Bay, but the only mod I used to correct it was imagination. In Buffy fiction, it is not landlocked and those using the Yellow Road to and from Leyawiin rely on a ferry to cross the fully navigable Niben. We’ll see that in the next couple episodes. Regarding Skywatch, I confess I did not delve deeply into possible impact of the crisis on Auridon. I figure it is reasonable that Auridon could be struggling but still viable with at least one functioning port.

Lopov- I thought Quill-Weave, as a traveling writer, would be a perfect cabin mate and opportunity for Buffy to explain a couple guild things that are unique to Buffy fiction. Buffy’s saga is so sprawling that I figured reviewing her failed courtship with Vandrelis from Book 2 would be prudent.

Grits- Quill-Weave’s dry but curious manner was fun to write, as was Torlin’s over-the-top charm. I appreciate your comment about weaving fun and humor into this past episode, while finishing on a rather sobering note.

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Episode 11


The port call in Bravil was predictably uneventful, given that Quill-Weave and I had stayed aboard for dinner and crawled into our hammocks early.

At some point during the night a gentle sense of motion had alerted me that we were underway. The soothing movement of the ship likely contributed to my sound night of sleep.

I awoke with warm fur in my face. Kitsune liked to sleep curled up with her nose covered by her luxuriant tail - and she often extended the courtesy to me. Easing the vixen aside, I noticed no hint of daylight yet penetrated our cabin’s single small porthole.

Careful not to awaken Quill-Weave below me, I managed to quietly dismount from the rope and canvas hammock and get my feet onto the deck. After summoning a towel and wrapping it around myself, I padded across the passageway to the washroom to pass water, wash up and clean my teeth. Once back in my cabin and aided by a nighteye spell, I pulled on my buckskins and arranged my hair into a ponytail. I then left the sleeping Argonian.

Once outside the cabin, I knelt down and whispered to Kitsune, “Your sense of smell is much better than mine. Will you lead us to the galley?” She did so. Though early, I talked the cook into some cold roasted mutton and hot tea.

Finally, I emerged topside into the damp predawn air. Dark shadows, which more light would soon enough render as trees, slowly slipped past both sides of the ship. I leaned against the starboard rail and waited for daylight to become more than a vague promise.

I smiled as a pale green butterfly appeared and fluttered around my head. “Good morning, Dawn,” I said. The diminutive creature had frequently appeared during most of my life, but only around sunrise. Though she was a mystery to me, I had come to welcome her brief visits.

By the time I finished an orange that I had grabbed from a barrel in the galley, I could make out the Green Road whenever it came close enough for the Niben’s gentle waves to lap at its cobblestones. Reeds along the river’s edge and weeping branches of willow trees confirmed we were in County Leyawiin.

Soon, there was enough light that I could make out the sharp broken rocks of a closed Oblivion Gate as we slowly sailed past. The corpses of several Daedra on the charred ground nearby silently testified that the gate had not long been closed.

Ahead of us, and on the other side of the river, towering gray walls announced our proximity to Fort Redman.

My tiny winged visitor suddenly disappeared. A moment later, the sound of distant thunder reached my long ears.

“Could be a storm ahead, lads. Standby to rig for foul weather.” My head turned to see the ship’s first mate issuing orders. The Redguard turned to me and lowered his voice, “Good morning, fair Bosmer. You may want to retreat below deck. Wouldn’t want such a lovely flower of the forest blown overboard.”

“Good morning, Torlin,” I said absently, for my attention was focused on the sky ahead. When a bolt of red lightning slashed across the rapidly forming black clouds, my heart sank. “I know that sky. It brings neither wind nor rain; rather, it proclaims an open Oblivion Gate.”

Torlin’s eyes widened briefly before he decisively turned to address the deck crew. “We’ve got an Oblivion Gate ahead. Steady as she goes and we’ll safely sail right on by.” Turning back to me, he said, “I need to notify the captain. Once again, I thank you, my lady.” The Redguard spun on his heels and quickly made his way aft toward the pilot house.

I retrieved both bow and quiver from the enchanted satchel at my waist and settled them onto my back.

Within minutes, the flaming maw came into view. The scorched meadow it claimed was just south of Fisherman’s Rock along the Niben’s east bank. As we sailed closer, I could make out a large green banner, emblazoned with the rearing pale horse that marked it as belonging to Leyawiin’s Order of the White Stallion. Several knights stood guard as some number of their comrades were undoubtedly inside attempting to wrest the sigil stone from its tower.

Acadian quietly remarked, “I see their mission has changed from slaying black bow bandits to closing the jaws of Oblivion.” I nodded, thankful for the comfort that the old paladin’s spirit within me provided.

As we sailed past the gate, my eyes turned again toward the west bank to see Water’s Edge come into view. Half a dozen sheep stood nervously together in shallow water bleating their disapproval of the incessant angry streaks of lightning tearing at the thunderously protesting sky. Several residents were already outside and, between fearful skyward glances, dutifully tending the small community’s rice plants. The wetlands crop, along with fishing, provided the bulk of their diet and livelihood.

I watched Water’s Edge slowly disappear behind us, then shifted my gaze forward over the starboard bow as the Peony Princess continued south. I was surprised when a stone building of imposing size grew from the trees along the Green Road. As the ship drew abeam, I could make out a familiar banner. A wide smile grew across my face. “So, it’s true,” I whispered to Acadian. “The humble lodge used by Mazoga and I after we were dubbed has been replaced by a magnificent hall that, by the look of it, could host more than a score of knights.” The low stone wall surrounding the compound also enclosed a stable, sparring area, forge, vegetable garden, henhouse and well. I saw no sign of activity outside the lodge, though two of its several chimneys issued wispy clues of life inside.

The impressive facility soon slipped behind us. A pair of sailors across the deck along the port rail were discussing another closed Oblivion Gate now visible just east of the river. The more of these gates I saw, the more my fear of them was joined by other emotions. Heartache and worry for the brave souls who struggled to close them. Fury toward the Daedra Lord of Destruction for unleashing his rapacious flaming teeth into the beautiful forests that I loved.

A loud crack of thunder dispelled my ruminations. It should have been getting quieter since that open gate was now well behind us. I looked out over the bow as Leyawiin’s distant gray walls began to come into view. On the eastern shore of the Niben, near the Yellow Road ferry landing stood another towering set of stone teeth! Flames belched forth, angrily licking the sides of the portal as a number of soldiers, augmented by portable barricades, had established a defensive perimeter to contain and channelize Daedra. The river itself did provide somewhat of an additional barrier behind the soldiers. Daedra could swim but, while doing so, they were slow and helpless targets for any archers atop the city’s walls and towers. The dock area seemed safe enough for the moment.

By now, Torlin was back on deck and tersely issuing orders to the crew. The ship began to turn toward the city’s wharf area.

After, well. . . forever it seemed, the ship kissed her pier and lines were cast to and from the deck to secure us. As longshoremen maneuvered two ramps toward our cargo bay access and weather deck, I heard Torlin admonishing a Nordic sailor that I understood to be the ship’s loadmaster, “All hands are at your disposal to quickly get Leyawiin cargo off and on. The Captain wants the Princess back underway and away from this flaming swamp in less than an hour!”

Fillimir, the ship’s steward, along with two passengers carrying their travel bags appeared on deck looking bewildered and more than a little frightened by the angry sky and nearby flaming portal to the Deadlands. With but a glance from me, Kitsune disappeared. As soon as the pier and weather deck were mated, I pressed the waterwalking amulet that had been issued to me upon embarkation into the steward’s hand and ran down the gangplank. Rather than hoping the nearby ferry was ready to go, I cast my own waterwalking spell and ran directly across the river toward the Oblivion Gate to offer my help.

Posted by: Renee Feb 26 2020, 02:56 PM

She can summon a towel??? Man, if I had that ability I'd be summoning my car keys every day!

Nice, she has a butterfly follower (sort of). I like seeing those ruined Oblivion gates in my post-Crisis games.

Oh no. indifferent.gif Red lightning. That can only mean one thing.

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“So, it’s true,” I whispered to Acadian. “The humble lodge used by Mazoga and I after we were dubbed has been replaced by a magnificent hall that, by the look of it, could host more than a score of knights.”


Translation: Acadian installed a White Stallion Lodge at some point. smile.gif Kidding. Maybe this is just imagination, because one thing I know from reading old Buffy posts in the old forums is you didn't have that many mods. I think you stated you had a mere 30 at the most.

She casts Water-Walking and rushes off. Now Torvin the Flirty must be wondering who the cute dame he flirted with really is.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 26 2020, 04:33 PM

When I saw "I could make out a large green banner, emblazoned with the rearing pale horse that marked it as belonging to Leyawiin’s Order of the White Stallion. Several knights stood guard " I was already anticipating the expansion I read a bit further down.

So now I'm wondering how long this is after the events that created the Order. And whether all the Marauders in Rockmilk Cave suddenly got a legitimate job? tongue.gif

Posted by: SubRosa Feb 26 2020, 05:38 PM

How thoughtful of Kitsune to warm Buffy's exposed face with her tail! biggrin.gif

Uh oh, the Twilight Butterfly returns! We know who that is...

Hopefully that coming storm is not the sound of an open Gate. Oops, I guess it is!

I see the LOWS is on it. I wonder if the bandits are taking advantage of the authorities' divided attention?

It was nice to see old familiar places again like Water's Edge. And newly refurbished ones like the LOWS headquarters.

There sure are a lot of those darn gates!

"flaming swamp" is not a phrase one often hears!

Buffy being who she is, throws herself into the fray. I was expecting this from the first open gate they saw.

Posted by: ghastley Feb 26 2020, 05:47 PM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ Feb 26 2020, 11:38 AM) *


"flaming swamp" is not a phrase one often hears!


Except when it's actually a https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will-o%27-the-wisp - which do infest that area in the game. Mazoga needs to be protected from those until she gets her Daedric gear. I forget what happens when the wisps meet the daedric creatures. If they're not in the same faction, they could become allies!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Feb 27 2020, 06:50 AM

Sigh. I'm listening to the Oblivion OST as I read this, and it sure brings back many memories as does this leisurely trip (eh, with a fair bit of tension due to those nasty Gates) down the Niben to Leyawiin unfolds.

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After, well. . . forever it seemed, the ship kissed her pier and lines were cast to and from the deck to secure us.
This shipfaring soul loved this turn of phrase - how appropriate for sailing ships of all kinds!

Of course, like Julian, Buffy and her Paladin just can't leave those fellow knights to defend against those Gates!

Posted by: Lopov Feb 29 2020, 08:12 PM

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Once back in my cabin and aided by a nighteye spell, I pulled on my buckskins and arranged my hair into a ponytail. I then left the sleeping Argonian.


That's kind, because if using a candle, Quill-Weave could be woken up by sudden light, but with a nighteye spell only Buffy saw the light.

I enjoyed descriptions of various people and places along the Niben.

Torlin became Torval along the way. wink.gif

Looks like "calm" episodes are over for now, it's for some action! viking.gif

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Mar 2 2020, 04:08 AM

Torlin the Redguard is such a charmer.

Barenziah’s Breeze. I quite like the name! And how slick for Torlin to sneak in a flirtatious compliment. Silken tongue of a bard indeed!

"Oh, I’d wager the numerous ports you visit provide plenty of lovely ladies to tend your wounds."
I've thought about the same thing. No doubt he works full time as a both a sailor and a ladie's man. Methinks someone's been leveling up his speech. laugh.gif

I like how Buffy reminded us of Vandrelis. Though there are many potential suitors, there's a strong chance none might live up to our heroic and dear Savlian, though time will certainly tell.

This was a superb chapter!

You provide such a rich description that takes us there with Buffy. I felt like I was back in Cyrodiil again, seeing the Green Road past the waves of the Niben, and the tell tale signs of the Oblivion gates. It seems that the knights' noble goes shifted from bandits to a more dangerous foe. I like this about them; it matters not the evil-doer, all will find justice. You end in a nice cliffhanger here that has me anticipating for some action! When the Mystic Archer sets sight on her quarry, they better prepare.

Woe to those Daedra.

Posted by: Grits Mar 4 2020, 03:36 AM

What a peaceful dawn trip along the Niben. I love how the Order of the White Stallion has grown, as has their purpose.

Yikes, another Gate to Oblivion! Flaming swamp, indeed. I remember feeling exasperated at the number of Gates that crop up right around there. Buffy’s emotions make the crisis feel personal again.

Rather than hoping the nearby ferry was ready to go, I cast my own waterwalking spell and ran directly across the river toward the Oblivion Gate to offer my help.

Go Dame Buffy!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 4 2020, 12:55 PM

Previously- Buffy’s journey continued as the Peony Princess made its way along the Niben from Bravil to Leywawiin. Along the way, she noted several Oblivion Gates closed or being closed by Knights of the White Stallion. Approaching Leyawiin, there was another open Oblivion Gate dangerously close to the city. As soon as the ship docked, Buffy sped to the aide of Leyawiin soldiers trying to defend against the portal to the Deadlands.

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Renee- Buffy’s skill is primarily in bow, illusion and restoration. Her conjuration and destruction skills are more mundane – like summoning a towel or or heating bathwater. The butterfly is a manifestation of Azura who, as Buffy’s godmother, has always secretly kept an eye on her. The intro to Book 2 revealed that knowledge to readers but Buffy remains unaware. It will become clear even to Buffy later in this book. Thank you!

ghastley- Though most of what we present that differs from vanilla is imagination, we actually did have a nice mod that expanded the White Stallion Knights Lodge into something similar to what Buffy described. Though Buff and Zoga killed their boss, the Black Bow Bandits still persist but much diminished. Thank you!

SubRosa- I’m pleased you remember the twilight butterfly from the opening of Book 2. Buffy, of course, remains clueless but will discover who Dawn is later in this book. Glad you enjoyed Buffy’s observations while sailing down the river. Thank you!

Rider- Nice to hear that you enjoyed Buffy’s tour down the Niben via ship. I enjoyed presenting a glimpse of ship life through Buffy’s non-nautical eyes. I expect Buffy realizes that getting an audience with Count Caro is not likely with his city under siege from numerous Oblvion Gates. So just as surely as Julian would, Buffy will offer her assistance. Thank you!

Lopov- As I mentioned to Renee, Buffy’s pretty good with mundane uses of magic (like nighteye). Glad you enjoyed Buffy’s observations of life along the Niben. Thank you for pointing out my error on Torlin/Torval so I could quickly fix it. You are right; looks like some action ahead for the little knight. Thank you!

DE- I’m glad you enjoyed Torlin and some of the Imperial Trading Company ship names we came up with. The episode where Buffy reviewed her failures at romance was a powerful one for her – your endorsement of the episode means a lot. Coming from a master of description such as yourself, I am humbled by your kind words regarding Buffy’s observations along the Niben. I hope you will similarly enjoy Buffy’s observant walk through Leyawiin on her way to the castle in a few episodes – once she helps close that pesky Oblivion Gate! Thank you!

Grits- It was fun trying to ‘paint’ the dawn banks of the Niben as the Peony Princess sailed into County Leyawiin. By the time we got to her destination I’m glad Buffy’s exasperated reaction to yet another Oblivion Gate ‘fit’. I'm hoping the end of this next episode inspires another 'Go Dame Buffy!' tongue.gif Thank you!

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Episode 12

As I approached the flaming portal, I noted that spiked anti-cavalry barricades had been emplaced to channelize emerging Daedra into an awaiting formation of city guards. I recalled how Savlian had also used such chevaux de frise barriers to good effect during his lengthy defense against the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch.

“Dame Buffy?”

The familiar voice drew my eyes and attention away from the defensive arrangements. Errant strands of brown hair framed an exhausted face. Smudges of dirt, blood and Daedra innards stained the surcoat of Leyawiin’s guard commander. Caelia Draconis had been the first to provide aid to Kvatch. It was her example, and letters to counterparts in other cities, that helped swell Savlian’s forces to numbers that allowed the eventual recapture of his city. “Captain Draconis, I thought we had an understanding between us that did not require titles.”

Bypassing my extended hand she hugged me and, as we brushed cheeks, whispered into one ear. “Things are desperate here, Buffy.”

As we disengaged, my hand lingered at the small of her waist long enough to magically ease her fatigue. There was little I could do about how overdue she was for a bath. “How can I help, Caelia?”

“I could use another mage in the ranks,” she replied. As I glanced over the defenders, I recognized a journeyman in tan robes from the Leyawiin chapter of my guild. I returned S’drassa’s wave, but his feline grin contrasted with the drooping ears and limp tail that proclaimed his weariness. “Deputy Guildmagister Agata has managed to keep at least one of Dagail’s mages out here and has stopped by regularly to check on them and supply us with potions.” As Caelia’s gaze returned to the gate, she said, “Damn that Jovanah for charging in there by herself!”

“Jovanah?” I asked. It was then I noticed a small singed flag planted near the flaming portal. Its black dragon imposed over a red diamond background identified it as belonging to the Imperial Legion.

“County Leyawiin’s new forester,” lamented Caelia. “I know she wants to prove herself, but she picked a damn fool way to do it!”

The gate flickered briefly as a massive pale blue form emerged. S’drassa’s fireball was chased by half a dozen arrows – including my own – and the frost atronach quickly fell to join numerous other daedric corpses.

Unfazed, Caelia continued, “I’m loathe to send others inside. If Jovanah pulls that sigil stone, anyone not holding on to her will perish.”

I nodded my understanding. “How long has she been in there and how much water did she take?”

“The gate opened five days ago and Jovanah was first on the scene. She barely took time to plant her banner, so I’m sure she has no more than one skin of water.”

I sucked in my breath. “As a solo forester, she would have tried to sneak and avoid fighting. Those tactics, while slow, don’t require anywhere near five days to reach a sigil stone.” I shook my head. “If the Daedra didn’t kill her, then the relentless dry heat of the Deadlands and lack of water did.”

“You’re sure?” the guard commander asked.

“I helped destroy the first gate at Kvatch long ago. I closed another north of Bravil by myself just a few days ago.” I nodded sadly. “I’m sure.”

The officer winced and her face softened somewhat. “She would’ve made a fine forester had the eagerness of youth not outpaced her judgment here.”

“I’m sorry for the Legion’s loss, Caelia. What forces do you have with the training to close these things?”

“Leyawiin’s Knights of the White Stallion are so trained,” she replied. “They closed one of the nearby gates by securing the area, sending in half a dozen knights, killing every Daedra inside and claiming the sigil stone.”

I almost smiled as I recognized the tactics of Sirs Mazoga and Agronak. “They sound impressive.”

“Aye,” she agreed, “but they’re currently busy with two more gates flanking the river up Water's Edge way.”

“We sailed past,” I remarked. “One of those gates is already closed. Knights are still inside the other.”

“After already dealing with several gates simultaneously the knights will doubtless be exhausted and in need of healing – as well as repairs to their weapons and armor.” Caelia frowned. “I can’t ask them to close this one as well without rest.”

“What of Leyawiin’s chapter of the Fighters Guild?” I asked. “Have any of them received the Legion’s Oblivion Gate training up at the Arena?”

“A few of them have but Guildmistress Vilena Donton just ordered them all to Bruma. They left yesterday, offering no details of their mission.” She spat on the ground. “My guards aren’t trained for this, damn it! That leaves me with limited options – all of them bad. I could hold the line out here and hope that endless small waves of Daedra and exhaustion don’t attrite us to the point we become overrun before help arrives. Alternatively, now that we believe Jovanah has failed, I could send my sergeant of the guard with a detachment of soldiers into the gate to close it, and live with the ghosts of those who don’t return.” Her eyes glistened but her face was hard as steel as she stared at the flaming portal. “Or I can do what I know I must and lead the detachment I send into the gate myself. If I survive, I expect to be relieved of command for violating the Legion’s policy that a commander remain with the bulk of her unit. I’ll be damned, though, if I’ll send my soldiers into something I haven’t trained them for without me at their side!”

I understood Caelia’s dilemma about her location when splitting a command. Savlian had explained that commanders were expected to use subordinates to lead detachments. At Kvatch, however, no one had ever closed an Oblivion Gate or had any real idea of the hazards within. . . or if closing one was even possible. For reasons similar to those just voiced by Caelia, Savlian ordered that just he and I enter the Oblivion Gate there and attempt to close it. The Legion would say that, despite our success, Savlian made a reckless decision and violated policy. I, on the other hand, adored him for the selfless courage of his choice. Just as I respected the decision Caelia was prepared to make.

I made a decision of my own. “There is another way, Caelia. Leyawiin’s knights must be exhausted by now and, as you say, your soldiers – including you - are not trained for this task.” I looked up at the Imperial officer. “I am both rested and trained. If you can augment my one waterskin with the loan of another, I will close this gate.”

“Are you sure?” Her eyes reflected. . . worry, hope, fear? Perhaps all of these things, I decided.

“Yes,” I stated with all the authority and confidence I could muster. “My business in Leyawiin is with Count Caro and I’m quite certain he will not grant me an audience while his city is under siege.”

She handed me her waterskin. “We’ll hold the line out here. That’s one thing we’re trained to do.”

I added the skin to the other full one in my satchel, then slipped on three rings. The heat emanating from the gate instantly eased, and all nearby life blossomed into pink glows. “I should be back within a day. If this gate still stands after two, assume I have failed and continue to hold the line until you can send in a contingent of White Stallion Knights as soon as they've recovered from their current tasks.” Before Caelia - or I - could change my mind, I stepped off for the gate.

The last words I heard before entering the flaming portal were Caelia’s. “Good luck, brave knight.”

Posted by: ghastley Mar 4 2020, 03:22 PM

If the current "occupant" of the gate is a forester, the Daedra are already alerted to the sneaky archer style. That's going to make things harder for Buffy.

Are the legion all Imperials in your story? The game makes them that way for voicing reasons, but it's a bit arbitrary. Jovanah isn't all that Imperial-sounding a name, but then names aren't always chosen by mothers.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 4 2020, 06:49 PM

I appreciated the use of chevaux de frise at the entrance to the gate. They are such a simple and effective means of defense, that anyone with an axe and a few trees ought to be using them.

Looks like Captain Draconis could use one of Aela an Loria's Cleanse spells.

Looks like a great opportunity for Buffy to lend the Leyawiin guard some on the job training at closing gates.

And off Buffy goes, being Buffy to the end. Well, hopefully not the end.

Posted by: Grits Mar 5 2020, 02:59 AM

Oh no. It’s sad to lose a forester. My wager is that Jovanah is a Nord, as she charged in like one.

I love how the defenders shot the emerging atronach down with barely a pause in conversation. That and their weariness showed how time had passed while it was open.

Caelia’s Gate-side remarks reminded me of Savlian. It is no surprise that Buffy is willing to go in to help her friends, even knowing that she may share Jovanah’s fate. Gooo, Dame Buffy!! happy.gif


Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 5 2020, 04:38 AM

This made me chuckle and groan at the same time: [quote“Yes,” I stated with all the authority and confidence I could muster. “My business in Leyawiin is with Count Caro and I’m quite certain he will not grant me an audience while his city is under siege.” [/quote]

Uh huh, and just about every other noble in Cyrodiil . . .

Oh, no, a forester has been lost in there? I remember Julian going into that one so Marsias our forester would not have to face them alone.

I'm with Grits on this one: GO DAME BUFFY!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 11 2020, 12:21 PM

Previously- When Buffy arrived at the Oblivion Gate threatening Leyawiin, she found the city guard struggling to contain things. The county’s forrester had already entered the gate and failed to close it. The guards were untrained for the task, the Fighters Guild was deployed to Bruma and the White Stallion Knights were busy with other gates. Rather than allow Leyawiin’s guard commander to lead untrained soldiers into the Deadlands, Buffy volunteered to close the gate herself.

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ghastley- We’ll see that Buffy’s solo survival advantage inside a gate is her experience and arcane training. Though most in the Legion are indeed Imperial, there are a number of exceptions in Buffy’s world. Astute of you to note that Jovanah is indeed not an Imperial name – we’ll learn her race in today’s episode. We’ve used Nords and Bosmer as Imperial Legion battlemages at the University. And Buffy’s heard of a Redguard Legion veteran named Julian of Anvil.

SubRosa- As I verified my nomenclature for chevaux de frise, I was thinking that you would appreciate it. tongue.gif Buffy’s Tamriel would be a cleaner and better smelling place if Buffy knew the Cleanse spell that graces your fiction! This will be the last Oblivion Gate we have planned for Buffy to close, so we’ll linger inside this one for an entire episode.

Grits- Jovanah did charge right into that gate like a Nord on Jerric Juice! We’ll learn her race in today’s episode. Thank you for your kind recollections of Savlian. We are beginning to see that Buffy’s grieving is moving beyond self-pity. Her reflections of Savlian going forward will be more along the lines of cherishing memories, recalling the things she learned from him and, when required (as it will be when she gets to Bravil), aggressively defending his legacy.

Rider- Oblivion certainly did throw gates in the way of gathering allies for Bruma! Fortunately for Buffy, others are simultaneously soliciting aid from the other nobles. My hope is that by limiting Buffy’s recruiting efforts to two cities, we can more fully develop the situation in each without risking repetitiveness. Unfortunately, Jovanah lacked the wisdom from years of experience that served Julian so well for the deadly work of closing Oblivion Gates.

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Episode 13


Upon entering the Deadlands I lifted my fist and spilled a cloak of invisibility over myself. Scrambling to the top of a large boulder to better survey this realm, I crouched stealthily before my spell expired. A clannfear charged below me and right out the gate. Caelia’s guards would deal with him.

I could see the sigil tower at the end of the path straight ahead. Although the number of patrolling Deadra were few, the trail’s length was flanked by some sort of slender sentry towers.

The first challenge, however, was a rift in the Deadlands cutting directly across my intended course. I slid down from the boulder and made my way to the edge of the chasm. The gorge was as deep and wide as where the Larsius River passed beneath the bridge leading to Bravil’s main gate. Except here, shifting rock had destroyed the bridge, and the river below was angry lava. I lamented to Acadian, “Too far to jump, even with a running start.” After scanning the horizon to my left and right, I frowned and added, “Going around would require nearly a full day and almost all my water.”

“Are you not skilled in Alteration and Restoration?” offered the paladin.

“By Kynareth's wings, you’re right!” I stowed both bow and quiver inside my mage satchel then cast several spells. With nearly a third of my weight feathered and my ability to leap dramatically augmented for a short time, I took a running start and jumped from the edge of the gorge.

The feeling was both exhilarating and terrifying as I sailed over the deadly lava below. As the rocky ground on the other side rushed up at me, I realized I hadn’t thought much about landing. Upon touchdown, I gracelessly collapsed into a ball and rolled several times. Scrambling to my feet, I quickly checked for hostile glows. Seeing none nearby, I healed a few bruises then retrieved my bow and quiver.

I could better see the sentry towers now. Each was roughly twice the height of an Altmer and topped by some sort of small mechanism.

In the distance, I spied a scamp. When the emerald spell I cast swirled into its target, my newly recruited assistant sprinted toward me. I studied the sentry towers between us, noting that none of them reacted to the small Daedra’s passage. As the creature neared, I rewarded its service with a lethal arrow.

“I think we’re in luck,” I said with a smile. “It seems these sentry towers are either inoperative or not sensitive enough to notice a small target like me or a scamp. I hope.”

“Either that,” replied Acadian, “or they are able to distinguish Daedra from Bosmer.”

I frowned and sighed. “You’re probably right.” I cautiously approached the nearest of the sentry towers. Sure enough, the top of it began to whirl ominously and glow.

I dove to one side, pulling the bow in close to my body as a fireball narrowly missed me. Rolling as I hit the ground, I was quickly on my feet and behind a protective boulder. Fireballs continued to harmlessly strike the stone shield between me and the fire sentry at a regular interval that I counted out to be six seconds.

The spell that grew in my right fist was a powerful one to ward against magic. Combined with my father’s Bretonic gift of magic resistance and the ring of resist fire I wore, I hoped it would be enough. Regardless, the spell’s brief duration would require speed and timing.

As soon as the next fireball hit the boulder, I cast and ran. Once in the open, I set my course for the shelter of another large rock slightly farther along the path. Another fireball passed close behind, but the next one found me just as I leaped to safety. Thankful for my precautions, I passed a healing hand over my slightly singed elven rump.

After scanning again for foes, I repeated the cast and run process. I learned and improved as I went, resting at each stop to allow my endurance and magicka to recover.

I was well into my second waterskin by the time I found myself safely hidden in a narrow gap between two large rocks at the base of the sigil tower. Assisted by my detect life rings, I studied the movements of three Daedra that patrolled around the towering dark structure. Once I understood their pattern, I exploited a narrow window of time and scrambled from the safety of my stony crevice to the tower’s entrance, and inside.

No challenges or glows of life met me on the other side. After magically warding the door behind me, I cast numerous weak, but persistent frost spells into the ceiling and walls where they lingered – effectively illuminating the entire large chamber. The pale blue glow from my spells revealed several corpses littered about the stone floor.

One was human.

I knelt by what I could now see was a Redguard clad in the bloody leathers of an Imperial Legion Forester. After gently passing a hand over the woman’s face to close her blankly staring eyes, I quickly searched her body and pack. Among the personal effects that I stuffed into my satchel for delivery to Caelia, was Fanador’s book on how to close Oblivion Gates. Guilt tugged at my heart as I realized she had tried to use the same stealthy tactics that Savlian and I did inside the Kvatch gate. “I’m sorry, Jovanah. Stealth without magic would not have let me succeed either. That you made it this far is testimony to your determination and skill. I will honor you by finishing what you boldly started. Farewell, sister. May the Nine ease your path to a peaceful rest.”

I stood and quietly admonished myself, “Focus on the task at hand, Buffy, lest you join this brave forester.” I took a long pull from the second waterskin before continuing.

The screeching challenge that welcomed me as I entered the next chamber prompted a panic-casting of my invisibility spell. As I slid to one side to vacate the spot of my last visible presence, I quickly assessed the threat. I yielded my cloak of invisibility to command the nearby angry clannfear with illusion magic. My new ally quickly charged the twin flame atronachs who also guarded this chamber. The distraction allowed me to sprint up a ramp to the only door besides the entrance and slip through it. Thankfully, this room was empty and I quickly warded the door behind me.

The next level once again required recruiting a temporary Daedric distraction, but the chamber above that was ascended without detection.

Climbing a ramp that led to yet another door, I quietly slipped into the next area and, again, warded the door behind me. The ample light coming through the translucent red-domed roof, and humming of a sigil stone confirmed that I had arrived at the tower’s pinnacle.

Two glows guarded this level and I stealthily crept close enough to evaluate them while remaining unnoticed. Between the ramps and teeth-like stone pillars, it took a few moments for my moving foes to reveal themselves as a dremora mage and frost atronach.

I studied them while debating how best to proceed. Invisibly running for the sigil stone? Hoping that perhaps the slow swirl of a command spell could catch one of the moving targets and turn them against each other? Possibly using the superior speed of an arrow to kill the mage first?

My options suddenly became very limited when the black-robed dremora moved closer and looked around suspiciously. “I sense a disturbance in the tower’s force.” Her voice had an otherworldly echo to it. Black-gloved fingers opened to spill pink magic that I knew all too well. “I see the glow of your life force, little mortal. Welcome to the place of your death.” Her hand spiked toward me, releasing a burst of dark red magic.

I answered with a spell of my own but hers traveled much faster. A feeling of panic rose as I felt the link to my precious magicka sever and watched her easily sidestep the slow swirl of my illusion.

I sprinted for the other side of the large circular room, making several erratic turns to complicate her spell targeting. A bolt of lightning flew past, barely missing me. I had also inadvertently strayed close enough to alert the frost atronach. I dove behind a pillar. The column of stone shielded me from both the crackling spark-filled explosion of the mage’s next spell, and the booming chill of the atronach’s frost magic.

Protected for a brief moment, my hand dove into the pouch at my waist and emerged with a potion. Spitting its cork from my teeth I guzzled the dispelling elixir. Even before the empty vial hit the ground, I felt the relief and power of magicka once again surging through me.

Keeping the pillar between the mage and I, illusion magic swirled from my fingers to the atronach. After it struck, the ice monster turned, and its next spell was directed toward the dremora spellcaster.

Since the mage could both divine my location and curse my magic, she represented the far bigger threat.

When I stepped out from behind the protection of the stone pillar, my bow hosted a fully drawn arrow. My readiness to quickly slide from side to side to avoid the mage’s spells was not needed, for as I saw her hand thrust a fire spell at the atronach, I loosed. Her corpse had barely hit the ground when I cast yet another illusionary swirl toward my remaining frosty foe. He answered with a ball of icy fog.

As our slowly moving spells passed each other, I easily sidestepped his. The atronach, however, made no attempt to evade mine. As it blossomed into his chest, he turned to flee in terror.

I sprinted to the angry pillar of flame in the center of the chamber, atop which was suspended the buzzing and humming object that powered this horrid realm.

Grasping the sigil stone, I was engulfed in the familiar blinding light and roaring protest of collapsing stone. I surrendered to the sensations of swirling, tumbling and falling that I knew would return me to Nirn.

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 11 2020, 01:27 PM

I really liked your description of Buffy spilling a cloak over herself.

Alright, Buffy is buffing up like a superhero! She will be patrolling the streets of Detroit with Stormcrow in no time! laugh.gif Seriously though, I did like the idea of using both feather spells and strength fortification to assist with an augmented leap.

I was actually thinking that the towers could sense a daedra from a Tamrielian. I will see when I scroll farther down.

Looks like the head-Paladin and I think alike!

Nice little trick of using frost spells for illumination!

I was afraid that we would find Jovanah within. Her remains are a grim reminder that while Buffy makes it look easy, closing gates is serious business for one not as experienced and well-prepared as she.

I was guessing a clannfear from the screeching challenge.

A disturbance in the Force? Yikes! He's on to Buffy! But some clever use of cover, and a potion saved for the inevitable eventuality of a silence spell, and the Buffster showed that a cool head and preparation will prevail.

Posted by: Renee Mar 11 2020, 02:45 PM

Yeah, Dame Buffy! She can close that gate. Nobody else in the vicinity seems qualified.

Hey, she puts on her Detect Life rings. Did she also have Resist Fire? I like when she says "I should be back within a day."

Nice, she uses Feather for an actual purpose other than carrying extra weight. See, none of my characters ever use this spell. They always sell Feather potions + scrolls. Never thought of using them to add agility, though.

She's drinking water as she explores the heated Deadlands.

Uh oh, looks like Buffy's been spotted by a Dremorwizard. indifferent.gif But she can do her invisibility / summon trick, right? Nope, not this time. Interesting that she hasn't fired any shots, yet. Maybe her bow is more of a backup in this situation.

Wup! Spoke too soon.

Phew. Sigil Stone in hand, and back to Cyrodiil she goes. smile.gif

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Mar 13 2020, 03:48 AM

Chapter 12:

From the serene jungle of Valenwood and back into the fray. Buffy wasted no time in taking the fight to the Daedra, and again she means business. Good to see Caelia Draconis, and a reminder in how instrumental she was in retaking the city.

My hand lingered at the small of her waist long enough to magically ease her fatigue. There was little I could do about how overdue she was for a bath.
This was a very nice touch!

The need to prove one's skill can be dangerous in a place like Tamriel, and an all too common folly of the young. Jovanah's venture into Oblivion gave me little hope, and Buffy's prior knowledge and experience in the Deadlands. If the denizens of the realm did not kill her, the fierce and fiery realm may have. But there's always a chance, right? Hopefully.

Though pressed with concerns, Buffy's bravery was the much needed answer to Caelia's problems. Entering Oblivion on one's own will takes courage, and in this case, a selfless heroic spirit.

Chapter 13:
You painted a fiery picture of the Deadlands as most of us have remembered it. Once again Acadian proves helpful and offered good advice as Buffy's leaps over the voracious lava below. It was quite amusing, if I must say, seeing her land unceremoniously on the ground. That was a nice touch, and seeing her putting her healer skills to work felt great.

“I sense a disturbance in the tower’s force.”
biggrin.gif laugh.gif I totally got that.

I don't think there is anything more terrifying than encountering a Daedra, especially in their own realm . . . especially one trained in the arcane arts. Buffy reminds me just how useful potions and elixirs are; they certainly come in handy in dire moments like these. A shame Jovanah did not make it, but her bravery will not be unremembered, for sure. Not everyone is capable for such a tremendous task.

Buffy's fight with the lady Dremora had me on the edge of my seat, and her determination and wise use of her magick capabilities made short work of the Dremora and the pesky frozen fiend! This was a great chapter!

Posted by: ghastley Mar 13 2020, 04:08 AM

I liked the way Buffy knows to just make the atronch flee, as she's about to collapse the tower on him. Most would feel the need to destroy it first, and then leave.


Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 14 2020, 02:33 PM

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I knelt by what I could now see was a Redguard clad in the bloody leathers of an Imperial Legion Forester. After gently passing a hand over the woman’s face to close her blankly staring eyes, I quickly searched her body and pack. Among the personal effects that I stuffed into my satchel for delivery to Caelia, was Fanador’s book on how to close Oblivion Gates. Guilt tugged at my heart as I realized she had tried to use the same stealthy tactics that Savlian and I did inside the Kvatch gate. “I’m sorry, Jovanah. Stealth without magic would not have let me succeed either. That you made it this far is testimony to your determination and skill. I will honor you by finishing what you boldly started. Farewell, sister. May the Nine ease your path to a peaceful rest.”


This is sad - but for the Grace of Akatosh goes Julian! I rather suspect that Julian's years of experience in the Legion fighting alongside battlemages had thought her that magic and sword&board does mix. I recall how she utilized that little healing spell so frequently in her first forays in the Deadlands she had to use the magicka wells to replenish her own pool. And I recall how quickly she adopted the detect life spell and the chameleon enchantment on her armor!

Reading this latest adventure of Buffy's bought back many memories of all those gates Julian closed. She does not miss them. At. All. wink.gif

Posted by: Grits Mar 15 2020, 08:17 PM

That’s a clever use of the Feather spell! Buffy’s mage satchel really shows its worth here.

Smart to ward the doors as Buffy passed through the tower. The arcane part of arcane archer shone throughout this adventure!

Preparation saves the day with that potion. Well done, Dame Buffy!

Posted by: Lopov Mar 16 2020, 10:22 PM

As others have said - a very clever use of Feather spells. Like Renee's characters, mine sell those potions / scrolls as well.

I was hoping there'd be a slim chance for Buffy to find wounded Jovanah hiding somewhere but by closing the gate Buffy avenged her.

Impressive that she managed to avoid almost all denizens of the deadlands by a clever use of her spells.

That mage proved to be a challenge but "fortunately" it had the atronach nearby, so Buffy could turn the atronach against her. I like it how you described that she sensed Buffy's presence and struck first.

Posted by: Acadian Mar 18 2020, 12:53 PM

Previously- Buffy entered an Oblivion Gate threatening Leyawiin and navigated the perils of the Deadlands. After locating the body of the Legion Forester who had preceded her by several days and fighting her way to the sigil stone, she managed to close the gate.

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SubRosa- When Buffy was ‘flying’ across that gorge, I did think of Stormcrow. smile.gif Buffy and I were delighted long ago when we figured out how to illuminate dark chambers by tossing persistent weak frost spells into walls and ceilings in TES4.

Renee- Early in Buffy’s TES career, we lifted the two ring restriction so, yes, she wore a very effective combination of two rings of detect life and one with resist fire inside the Deadlands.

DE- Getting her magic severed by a Daedric spellcaster quite inflicted a déjà vu terror in Buffy’s heart. She vividly recalls that is exactly what led to her inability to prevent the mortal damage Savlian took during their final battle back at Kvatch. There, her potions had been crushed. Though there was no opportunity to describe it in this episode without breaking the flow, she now uses custom vials made of light mithril steel and never adventures without dispelling potions. So glad you got my Star Wars ‘force’ reference.

ghastley- Heh, I think Buffy’s choice to turn the atronach with fear, grab the sigil stone and flee was more that she could ‘smell the barn’ and anxious to exit the Deadlands. Knowing that pulling the sigil stone would kill any Daedra inside was just a bonus.

Rider- I well-remember Julian being a skilled warrior who gradually embraced magic to augment her traditional soldierly skills to good effect. I think Buffy’s lack of physical strength that causes her to eschew melee is what drove her to augment her bow with magic. After a couple failed attempts to teach Buffy to use a dagger, it was Daenlin who pointed her toward Kud-Ei and the guild of mages to increase her survivability.

Grits- Buffy (and her greaves) hates dangerous surprises so warding the sigil tower doors behind her seemed natural. Though Buffy tends to rely on her bow for actually delivering raw damage, she’ll readily admit that she could survive without her bow; she couldn’t survive without her magic. Her skill evolution is slow and gradual, but she has changed her primary self-perception from archer to mage.

Lopov- Buffy’s pretty creative with ‘utility’ spells like summoning hunting knives, feathering heavy items, lighting up dark areas, etc. Illusion is her primary school of magic and it proved its worth through most of the Deadlands. Against the dremora mage, however, it displayed its drawbacks of traveling slowly and not actually doing direct damage.


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Episode 14


After bouncing once and rolling twice, I scrambled to my feet and gratefully inhaled Leyawiin’s cool damp air. By the time I had stuffed the sigil stone within my satchel to silence it and healed my bruises, Caelia Draconis was upon me.

“Thank Zenithar!” she exclaimed.

“How long?” I asked.

“You were in there over the middle of the day – about seven or eight hours.” Her face clouded. “Did you find any sign of Jovanah?”

I nodded solemnly as I produced the forester’s personal effects and gave them, along with the now empty waterskin I had borrowed, to Caelia. “You may truthfully pass along to the Legion and any family Jovanah had that she died bravely.”

“Thank you, Buffy.” She gazed at the steam rising from the broken gate’s flickering and glowing remnants for a long moment. “Once again, Leyawiin is in your debt. You mentioned you have business with Count Caro?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I’d appreciate any help you can provide arranging an audience. It involves martial assistance relating to the Oblivion Crisis, so you should attend as well.”

“Can it wait until tomorrow morning?” In response to my frown she continued, “Look, we’re both exhausted and need some cleaning up. . . actually, a lot of cleaning up. Besides, my hope is that by morning the White Stallion Knights will have that final gate closed. I’d like to have their knight commander at this meeting.”

“You’re right, Caelia,” I admitted.

“I’ll make the arrangements then,” she stated. “Will you require quarters at the castle?”

“No thank you,” I replied. “I’ll stay in the Mages Guildhall.”

“Fine. I’ll pick you up there midmorning on the morrow and escort you to the castle. That will give us the opportunity to privately discuss something you should know before we meet with Count Caro.”

“What might that be?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“The Count recently had Alessia Caro executed for treason.”

A score of questions swirled in my mind, but before any could reach my lips, Caelia held up a hand to stay my words and continued, “Like I said, there are things we need to discuss.” As a soldier approached, she added, “But this is not the time or place.”

“Captain?” The Imperial’s helmet was tucked between his arm and the singed fabric of his Leyawiin surcoat. The tired face was streaked with soot and his closely cropped hair bore flecks of gray.

“Dame Buffy,” said Caelia, “this is Ignatius Varro, my sergeant of the guard and second in command.”

“Pleased to meet you, Ignatius.”

Rather than shaking my offered hand, he formally touched the back of it to his lips. “I see Milady’s reputation as one of Leyawiin’s first knights is well deserved. Thank you for destroying this gate.”

“Report,” ordered Caelia, limiting the reply I could give Ignatius to what I hoped was a graciously humble smile.

“I’ve directed a withdrawal from this position and asked S’drassa to thank his guild for their assistance,” the soldier began. “Our guards are returning to the barracks to get themselves healed, fed and tend to their gear. I’d like to get them back into the semblance of a routine. A rider’s been dispatched to the knights dealing with that remaining open gate up north. He’ll notify them that this one’s been closed and remain there until he can bring us word of the final gate’s closure.”

“Outstanding job, Sergeant.” Caelia then turned back to me. “By your leave, Dame Buffy. I’ll call for you in the morning at your guild.”

She waited for me to nod, then the two soldiers turned and began walking toward the awaiting ferry. I watched their backs for a time as they talked and opened the distance from me.

Alone, under a gray afternoon sky, I gazed at my handiwork. The collapsed pillars of a closed Oblivion Gate were normally rather unremarkable stone that went cold as soon as the portal was closed. I noted, however, that the detritus of this one continued to mock the surrounding forest with an orange glow. Sigil stones were infused with a variety of effects, but I didn’t need to check the one in my satchel to know that its magic was fire. No matter how many vines the spriggans planted in the name of Kynareth to reclaim this patch of woods, the small flames that flickered from these rocks would likely take years to eventually die out.

“Superian, I need you,” I said. The combined spirit of mare and dragon stirred within me. A bluish white mist - the color of ancient glaciers and ice dragons – formed in my hand. As I opened my fingers, the vapor quickly expanded and solidified into the fully tacked up form of Superian. I hugged my precious mare’s neck and mounted. Kitsune appeared and, after circling my waist, settled into her spot between my hips and the saddle’s pommel.

We slowly rode the short distance to where the Yellow Road met the Niben, and didn’t mind waiting the few minutes it would take for the ferry to return.

*

After carefully examining my sigil stone the guild’s storekeeper, Alves Uvenim, opened a display case containing two others. The teeth-tingling discordant hum of three sigil stones forced both hands over my ears. When she quickly added mine and closed the case’s transparent cover, the noise blessedly stopped. As I lowered my hands, the Dunmer pointed at my stone through the clear barrier and emitted a low whistle. “That transcendent fire stone is worth a great deal.”

The amount of coin she then offered rendered my eyes likely the size of saucers. I managed to nod acceptance while finding my voice. “That’s much more than my traveling expenses require. Can you give me a hundred gold now and credit the rest to my guild account?”

“I think that’s a prudent choice, Buffy. According to the Black Horse Courier, the Legion cautions that the roads just aren’t safe anymore.”

She began counting out gold. “Did you hear about Countess Caro?”

“Yes,” I replied as Alves filled my silk coin purse. “Captain Draconis will call for me in the morning and has promised to share more details of the lady’s fate during our walk to the castle.”

“I couldn’t wish such an end on anyone, but part of me wouldn’t blame our local Khajiit and Argonian friends if they held a celebration.” She dropped in the last coin. “Is there anything else you need?”

I stowed the purse in my satchel, then glanced down over buckskins that were streaked with black soot and white dried sweat. I was pretty sure my face and hair looked no better. “A bath, and rather badly I should think.”

“Oh, you’ll love the new tub Agata had installed downstairs! I hope to see you later at dinner.” Slender blue-green hands opened the top drawer of her sales counter and began rummaging among the parchments and journals within. “Now, where’d I put my quill?”

I suppressed a giggle as I realized the long feather nestled in her dark hair was not a fashion statement. “Is that it behind your left ear?”

“Welcome back to Leyawiin, Buffy.” The interruption came from behind, but I recognized the Nordic voice as that of the deputy guildmagister.

Smiling, I turned. “Thank you, Agata. I hope to stay for a day, perhaps up to three.”

“That’ll be fine. Boderi Farano sent word by courier dove to expect you. I’ve assigned you Kalthar’s old bed downstairs for your stay.” She looked me over then wrinkled her nose. “You need a bath, Journeyman.”

“Yes, Agata.”

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 18 2020, 01:47 PM

Thank Zenitor!

The Countess has been executed for treason? Wow, did not see that coming. I suspect the plot might be thickening indeed!

It looks like Buffy might be richer than Zenithar now.

I hope Kalthar's old bed has had a bath as well!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Mar 18 2020, 04:51 PM

Countess Caro executed?? blink.gif blink.gif

Julian asks: How does this affect Count Caro's relationship with Countess Arriana Valga, the Countess Caro's mother?

I admit I had that relationship in the back of my mind as I wrote the relevant chapters of OHDH and made a (so far unkept) promise to myself to explore it further in potential sequels . . .

And a Bath! In the GUILD HALL?? My my the Leyawiin Chapter is moving up!


Posted by: ghastley Mar 18 2020, 05:30 PM

Is it really a bath, or did one corner get flooded? biggrin.gif

I don't really remember what was down there before, but It did look like a rebuild was in order.

Posted by: macole Mar 18 2020, 05:52 PM

Well that was a shocker. Waiting to hear what was reason behind the treason. Surely it has to be more than some dinner party gone wrong.

Posted by: Lopov Mar 24 2020, 09:40 AM

What a twist! I didn't expect that Countess Caro would be executed, and by her own husband at that. I'm curious what's behind it all.

I'm glad I read this story "late", else I'd be too curious over the week. We're in for a treat tomorrow.

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Mar 24 2020, 07:13 PM

"Getting her magic severed by a Daedric spellcaster quite inflicted a déjà vu terror in Buffy’s heart. She vividly recalls that is exactly what led to her inability to prevent the mortal damage Savlian took during their final battle back at Kvatch."

Well that certainly stirred up some heavy emotions. That must be a terrible feeling indeed!

Buffy's has been away for quite awhile. Time does flow differently in Oblivion.

It was appropriately Buffy to decide to stay in the Mages Guildhall rather than the castle chambers. Much more fitting for her, and I'm sure she feels more comfortable in familiar settings and company, given her great history with the Mages Guild.

I like how Buffy realizes that though nature will take its course and things will return to normal, the otherworldly stain of Oblivion will last as a terrible reminder of the Crisis.

Buffy's honor and humbleness is not unnoticed here, too. She did right to share the substantial amount of gold with the hall. I chuckled at her comment about the beastfolk possibly praising the fate of Alessia Caro, which came as a shocker. But considering her very strong feelings regarding race, I don't blame them either.

I'm excited for Buffy, even in something as simple as a bath. This is the first thing to do coming back from an Oblivion realm. Raven can testify laugh.gif

Posted by: Grits Mar 24 2020, 08:21 PM

“Thank Zenithar!” she exclaimed.

Neat! You don’t often hear people invoking Zenithar, but of course that’s whose chapel stands over Leyawiin. Nice.

Along with Buffy and I’m sure every other reader, I am curious about Alessia Caro’s execution!

Ooo, Kalthar’s lair quarters got a makeover. I’m looking forward to seeing the renovations. I think a Nord mage would install a good bath tub!

Posted by: Acadian Mar 25 2020, 12:48 PM

Previously- Buffy was greeted by Leyawiin’s guard force as she bounced back to Nirn with sigil stone in hand. She reported finding the corpse of Leyawiin’s forester inside the Deadlands. Captain Draconis agreed to arrange a meeting with Count Caro in the morning. The Captain then informed Buffy that Count Caro had recently had his Countess executed for treason and promised to provide more details when she escorted Buffy to the castle in the morning. Buffy then went to the mages guild to clean up and spend the night.

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All- I figured Countess Alessia’s execution for treason would be a surprise since, of course, it quite departs from what happens in game. Unfortunately, Buffy will dally in the mages guildhall (as she often does) for one more episode before Captain Draconis can fill her in on what happened. The implications of Alessia’s execution will emotionally challenge Buffy’s dealings with Count Caro and, later, with Count Terentius in Bravil.

SubRosa- Gosh, it seems so long ago that Kalthar met his end at Buffy’s hand! We figured that invoking Zenitor is better than Skeletor. tongue.gif

Rider- I’m glad you asked about the reaction of Alessia’s mother to the news of her daughter’s execution - the answer is in the episode after today’s.

ghastley- In today’s episode, Buffy will tell you more about the guild’s bathing pool.

macole- I hope the reason for Alessia’s execution will ring true and reasonable as it gets revealed in a couple episodes.

Lopov- An unexpected twist indeed. I’m not a big fan of cliffhangers but it just worked out that way here. I must apologize further for not revealing the reason for Alessia's execution until next week’s episode. Hopefully, today’s episode will prove worthy in its own right.

DE- You are right about Buffy and the Mages Guild. Though she does not feel bound to it, she does identify more closely with them than any other organization. Buffy had the extra gold deposited in her personal account with the guild – not donated to them. We will see her generosity with it though very much later in the book when we learn that her extra gold goes to Kvatch to support its rebuilding.

Grits- I agree that, since Leyawiin hosts the Chapel of Zenithar, it would be nice to reflect that in some of the local interactions. I think you’ll be pleased with how we transformed the guild’s basement to include a welcoming bathing area.

* * *

Episode 15


“S’drassa,” I asked, “may I use some of your equipment?”

“Of course,” replied the alchemist without looking up from a gently bubbling alembic, “so long as you clean up after yourself. This one must continue to tend his brewing. After that Oblivion Gate, the guild’s stock of healing potions is alarmingly low.”

“I’m not surprised. I know Captain Draconis’ soldiers certainly appreciate such help from the guild.” I dug ingredients out of my magic satchel and began grinding then mixing. Before long, my concoction was ready and I poured the result into a vial.

S’drassa finally looked up from his own work and asked, “What have we made today, Buffy? A multi-effect potion? Or perhaps a deadly poison for your bow?”

“Oh, nothing so exotic,” I replied. “I’m embarrassed to say that I somehow left my hair conditioner back at the University and I quite favor a recipe that Ardaline and I developed years ago.”

“Ah yes, the young alchemist with the Bravil chapter,” commented S’drassa. “Though Khajiiti fur requires little more than a good diet and the occasional tongue bathing to remain sleek, this one is always interested in learning more about the mixtures used his furless colleagues to care for their manes. Would you share your recipe?”

“Of course,” I replied as I cleaned up the equipment I had just used. “It contains just a touch of ectoplasm, along with some rosemary oil and aloe vera; those items provide for the actual conditioning. I then add some glow dust for shine. Lastly, when making a batch for my own use, a pinch of finely ground bergamot for a nice citrus scent.”

“An interesting combination, and one that makes sense. This one thanks you for sharing it and hopes to see you at dinner later.”

“I hope so as well but,” I added with a sheepish grin, “as you can certainly see and likely smell, a bath to wash away the Deadlands must be my next stop. In fact I’m heading downstairs to the bathing pool straightaway. Thanks for letting me use your alchemy tools, S’drassa.”

I followed the soft sounds of gurgling water as I made my way to the bottom of a wooden staircase. The guild’s basement was comfortably warm and lit by an inviting combination of wall-mounted fire braziers and Ayleid glow stones. Adorning the stone walls were beautiful tapestries and paintings of southern Cyrodiil’s weeping trees, bright deserts of Elsweyr, and the brooding swamps of Black Marsh. I continued across an eclectic collection of exotic scatter rugs from all over Tamriel that covered most of the stone tiles until I stood by the guild’s bathing pool.

The water's surface was flush with the floor and there was a knee-high ledge all the way around its square perimeter. It was large enough to comfortably accommodate Superian – or more realistically half a dozen mages. A brief study of the stone bath revealed it was quite similar to the one in Bravil’s guildhall. Natural flow of the Niben ensured that old water was quickly and continuously purged and replaced by fresh. Heat stones to maintain a high temperature were incorporated into the hidden passage that carried incoming water.

I wasted little time stowing my bow and quiver, then stripping out of my buckskins. Retrieving vials of soap, shampoo and the new batch of conditioner from my satchel, I arranged them on the edge of the pool. I then slid into the deliciously warm water. After washing my hair and body, I ducked underwater to rinse. Perching on the underwater sitting ledge, I leaned back against the warm stone and relaxed, luxuriating almost weightlessly in the feeling of Aetherius on Nirn.

“Greetings, Acadian. How does the evening find you and your young elf?”

The voice and salutation it carried could have only come from one mer. I opened my eyes to see Leyawiin’s guildmagister drop her gown and slide into the water. She sat comfortably at the other side of the pool. I simply smiled as Acadian’s voice quietly filled the air around us. “We are well, Dagail, and it has been too long.”

The mer loosened and lowered long gray hair to flow around her shoulders. “I am pleased that you have developed the ability to speak in your current form, old paladin. Buffy, tell me what brings the two of you who are one to Leyawiin?”

Dagail had recognized the duality that was Acadian and I from the moment I met her while pursuing recommendations to enter the University. Later, she had imparted the magic that helped Acadian augment his telepathic communication with spoken word. I replied, “It’s good to see you again, Guildmagister. Boderi Farano has sent me here on behalf of the Arch Mage to solicit assistance from Count Leyawiin relating to the Oblivion Crisis.”

“Crises come and go,” she replied, “but I sense Dame Boderi has given you a personal quest as well?”

The use of Boderi’s title did not escape me. “She has asked me to consider joining her as a Knight Arcana.”

“And you are hoping one of the Nine deigns to sponsor you as a paladin,” stated Dagail.

“I greatly value any advice you have, Guildmagister, as I am a very confused elf. I mean, which Divine should I petition? I was raised in Mara’s city, but Acadian was a champion of Kyne. Sirs Mazoga and Agronak are Knights of the White Stallion like me but serve a Priest of Akatosh. The Blades associate with Talos, and Boderi – the only paladin besides Acadian that I know - was chosen by Julianos. To make matters worse, none of the Divines even talk to me! Even Azura talks to me, and-“

“Let me see your hand,” interrupted Dagail. I moved close enough for the older Bosmer to examine my palm. She studied it for a few moments before calmly declaring, “There is no confusion among the Nine, child. You are on the correct path. When the time is right, your destination will become clear.” Dagail released my hand, leaned her head back against the stone and closed her eyes. “I grow weary now. Let me rest.”

“Forgive me, Magister,” I said softly. “I’m not very good when it comes to patience. Or trusting in things I cannot see, hear or feel. I appreciate your wisdom and encouragement.”

I climbed out of the warm pool and summoned a towel. After drying off and combing conditioner through my hair, I donned a russet felt dress with matching slippers. The pile of buckskins on the floor needed both cleaning and subsequent treating to retain their supple softness, but my growling stomach insisted those chores could wait until after dinner. I headed for the guild’s dining room.


Posted by: Renee Mar 25 2020, 03:38 PM

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The teeth-tingling discordant hum of three sigil stones forced both hands over my ears.


I've always liked this noise, but I bet it's a lot louder and even painful to listen to from their perspective.

I am in shock like the others. Countess Caro has been executed. Goodness. I mean, she always was a rather sordid sort of character. In a way, although you do not practice dead-is-dead, in a way you do. Not with Buffy herself, and not really with Caro (she is part of the story) but I notice over the years there have been various NPCs who have not been resurrected. DiD applies to NPCs too. I know you have used the console to bring certain people back (such as stablehands) but I have come across some old posts in which you also did not use Resurrect 1.

laugh.gif She's making hair conditioner. laugh.gif In all seriousness, if we're considering Elder Scrolls to be based upon Medieval fantasy, the use of various oils has been documented as hair conditioners ever since ancient Egypt. Surely Buffy is going for something which adds luster and strength, here. It's not so much like typical modern conditioners packed full of synthetic detergents.

Aw, she's wearing the russet outfit after bathing. Does she still change clothes frequently? Does she still make herself invisible so she can change clothes in public?

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 25 2020, 04:11 PM

I still love Buffy's ethereal hair products. Much better than putting quicklime in your hair like the Celts used to do! ohmy.gif

It is nice to see Dagail as herself, now that she has her amulet, or her father's amulet I believe.

It sounds like Buffy is not a doctor, so she does not have any patience... wink.gif

Dagail seems to be quite assured that things are going as they ought to concerning Buffy's future. So that is a good sign. I suppose Buffy and the rest of us will have to just wait and see what shakes out.

Posted by: Darkness Eternal Mar 27 2020, 02:33 PM

Alchemy goes a long way in perilous times like these, where potions are very essential in the fight against the Daedra. And of course in cosmetics! Those ingredients make for an interesting conditioner indeed. She sure takes care of herself! I can imagine the relief of washing away the stains of the Deadlands!

I enjoyed the details of bath; its so interesting how it works. I've often wondered how folks in a magical world such as the Elder Scrolls bathe. Thankfully ESO showed us different things. You provided much depth even in the day-to-day things.

Great words of wisdom as Dagail confirms that Buffy is on the right path. Great advice!

Posted by: SubRosa Mar 27 2020, 08:11 PM

Maybe Buffy should try to put some mayonnaise in her hair. I heard some actresses like Blake Lively do that to get a really glossy shine to it.

Posted by: ghastley Mar 27 2020, 08:15 PM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ Mar 27 2020, 03:11 PM) *

Maybe Buffy should try to put some mayonnaise in her hair. I heard some actresses like Blake Lively do that to get a really glossy shine to it.

Shhh! If Buffy knew that Mayo could substitute for Ectoplasm, then she wouldn't deal with all the ghosties for us. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Lopov Mar 30 2020, 12:01 PM

Too bad that the conditioner can't be summoned too! laugh.gif

A bath with wise Dagail and some obligatory future-reading at hand.

A lot of things are going on in Buffy's life simultaneously, maybe a relaxing conversation with Dagail was just, what she needed.

Posted by: Grits Mar 31 2020, 07:03 PM

Hair glop is an essential, I’m glad that Buffy didn’t have to go without!

Oh, what a perfectly magical bathing pool! The whole room invites relaxation. I love that Dagail addressed Acadian as she entered, and now he is able to answer for himself.

The russet felt dress made me smile, a nice reminder of the game. happy.gif

Posted by: Acadian Apr 1 2020, 12:51 PM

Previously- While Buffy was enjoying a much needed hot bath in Leyawiin’s mages guildhall, she was joined by Dagail. The mysterious old guildmagister had always been able to sense the duality of Buffy and Acadian and greeted them both. She was somehow aware of Dame Boderi’s suggestion that Buffy consider trying to become a paladin, and offered her own cryptic encouragement.

*

Renee- Regarding that sigil stone noise, Buffy’s big ears are not just for looks. tongue.gif We’ll find out why Count Caro had his Countess executed in today’s episode. Buffy shared her hair conditioner recipe with us way back in Book 1 and I couldn’t resist reviewing it again. Ha! Yes, she still occasionally disappears long enough to change clothes unseen.

SubRosa- Elder Scrolls ingredient creations are fun to dream up! And they hopefully help render Buffy’s world more alive and believable. Dagail is neat to write since she feels no obligation to explain the abundant mystery surrounding her and is too old to care what others think. Her reassurance that Buffy is ‘on the right path’ is of some comfort to the confused younger elf though.

DE- I hated to delay spilling the beans on why Alessia Caro was executed but Buffy wanted to linger over cleaning up after closing that Oblivion Gate and I wanted her reminded of Boderi’s suggestion that Buffy consider trying to become a paladin. Calia will tell Buffy what happened to Alessia in today’s episode.

ghastley- Buffy used to hunt Azhklan trolls to fill empty grand soul gems with their dying residual magicka. She learned as a result that troll fat brings a good price, since many women use it in their hair and skin care products due to its regenerative and moisturizing properties. wink.gif

Lopov- Hee! Buffy’s found that summoning mundane things works best for temporary items that she can use, then conveniently dispose of as the summon dissipates. Bath towels, handkerchiefs and hunting knives are perfect examples. I suppose summoning could perhaps work for soap or shampoo, but Buffy wants the residual of her hair conditioner to remain in her hair until the next time she washes it. A good thought though and you’ve inspired Buffy to work on a summoning spell for her boar bristle and bamboo toothbrush that Daenlin fletched for her.

Grits- As is so often the case, I must thank you for insightfully mentioning the things in this quiet episode that I hoped would stand out. happy.gif

* * *

Episode 16


The next morning, after a small plate of venison sausage with grilled vegetables, I was enjoying some hot hibiscus tea as I chatted with my Leyawiin guildmates around the breakfast table. With a sweet roll poised midway between plate and mouth, I heard the soft jingle of mail armor – a noise not oft heard in the halls of mages. Placing the uneaten pastry on Agata’s plate with a wink, I rose to my feet. The sound grew closer until I heard S’drassa’s raspy voice. “Has the Captain yet broken her fast this morning?”

“Yes, I ate with the oncoming morning watch, thank you,” replied Captain Caelia Draconis as she strode into the dining room accompanied by the tan-robed Khajiit. “Good morning, magisters. I’m here to escort Dame Buffy to the castle.” She was a far cry from the soot-smudged and exhausted guard commander who had left me at the closed Oblivion Gate the afternoon prior. Caelia was now parade crisp, with every hair perfectly restrained in place and a spotless Leyawiin surcoat over the gleaming links of her mail. The arming sword of a Legion officer rode at one hip and an oval city shield was secured to her back by a leather guige.

As I retrieved and shouldered my bow and quiver, I remarked, “You look quite impressive this morning.”

She looked me over slowly as I stood there in my clean buckskins with a waist sash of forest green silk that hosted my magic satchel. My hair was neatly pulled back into a high ponytail. Her inspection ended at my eyes and was accompanied by an approving nod. “Shall we be off then, My Lady?”

I grinned. “Certainly, My Captain.”

On our way to the door, she remarked, “You’ll be pleased to know it’s a beautiful day out.”

“I know,” I replied. “Watching the sun’s first rays highlight the detritus of Dagon’s closed portal outside your northeast gate was bittersweet.”

“You’ve already been out of the city today?” she asked, giving me a sideways glance.

“Yes. I couldn’t resist an early ride. There are few things I enjoy more than watching the sunrise from astride my mare.”

Once outside, we began our trek to the castle. Long morning shadows contrasted sharply with patches of brilliant sunshine that bathed the still lightly populated streets and ivy covered buildings. The sounds of busily buzzing insects reached my long ears, as did the cheerful notes of songbirds as they greeted the day. A light breeze carried the perfumes of domica redwort, lavender and tiger lily. I prompted Caelia, “You said you would tell me more about why Lady Alessia was executed.”

“Not long ago,” she began, “I awoke just in time to deflect the dagger of a Bosmeri assassin in my own quarters. We wrestled to the floor where I managed to turn her blade and force it into her chest. Given her dark shrouded armor and manner of attack we assessed her to be an operative for the Dark Brotherhood.”

“Thank Mara you awoke and were able to subdue her!” I exclaimed.

'Do you understand now, my relief when you walked away from a still breathing Rufio and did not seal Lucien LaChance’s offer?' Acadian’s silent words struck a chord in my heart.

I all too clearly recalled struggling with dark feelings while glaring at the cowering Rufio over the tip of my arrow. I ultimately stepped back from the precipice of killing for hire, contenting myself with immobilizing the man in a manner that only a priest could reverse. I was later pleased to learn that, thanks to the evidence I had gathered and left behind, and Rufio’s inability to flee, he had been arrested and imprisoned. I had friends in the Legion who assured me that those who raped and murdered young girls did not fare well in the Imperial Prison. Though I could have certainly justified killing Rufio, had I loosed that arrow my path would now be much different. How long would it have been before the ‘loving family’ promised by Lucien Lachance sent me to kill fine Legion officers like the one who now walked beside me? I rubbed my arms to give plausible blame to Leyawiin’s cool morning air for the shudder that rippled through me. “Who on Nirn would want to see you killed, Caelia?” The words had already escaped my mouth before I remembered the subject of our conversation. “No! I mean, I remember that Alessia had a foul streak of racial superiority in her heart but. . . why would she want you murdered? You’re an Imperial like her.”

Caelia’s head snapped my way as she pinned me with her eyes. “No! I am proudly Imperial to be sure, but nothing like her. As guard commander for this city, I see Leyawiin citizens - not humans, mer or betmer. My very refusal to persecute citizens for being born with tails, tusks or pointed ears is what made me an impediment to Alessia’s plans.”

“Forgive me, Caelia, I did not mean-“

With a shake of her head, she interrupted, “It was but a few days into our investigation of the incident when Alessia tried to co-opt my sergeant of the guard. She wanted him to present falsified documents to the Count, linking me to the cause of the Renrijra Krin.”

“Are they not a band of Khajiit rebels who act in defiance of the Mane and seek to claim Leyawiin County as part of Elsweyr? If such charges were true, I’d imagine the Count would relieve you from command and recommend your dismissal from the Legion. Or worse.”

“Exactly,” spat Caelia. “She not only promised the sergeant my position, but offered him treasure from her purse and skirts as well.” One hand involuntarily flew up to my mouth as she continued, “Alessia overlooked, however, that Ignatius Varro was cut from the same cloth as the man who trained him - Lucilius Marcus.”

My rueful smile matched Caelia’s. Lucilius was one of the finest soldiers I’d ever met. He had served as Caelia’s senior sergeant before she transferred him to Kvatch where he became Savlian Matius’ second in command. After my hero’s death, Lucilius had been promoted to guard commander of Kvatch.

“Ignatius promptly reported the matter to me and I took my suspicions to Count Caro.”

“You risked reporting this to the woman’s own husband?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve known the Count since long before his unfortunate marriage to the attractive, but darkly ambitious Alessia. I believed that his bond of duty to this city would cause him to do the right thing – regardless of personal cost.” After a half smile, she added, “That said, I am not stupid. Had he ordered me thrown into irons, he would have been hard pressed to find one of my soldiers willing to carry out the order. And Ignatius was prepared to take our preliminary findings to Legion headquarters without further direction from me, if necessary.”

“Well,” I said, “it would seem you were right about Count Caro’s sense of duty.”

“Fortunately so,” she replied. “After we discussed the matter, he authorized a search of the Countess’ personal effects. Hidden therein we discovered paraphernalia associated with the Night Mother ritual, along with a small vial that your guild's alchemist subsequently confirmed was filled with a deadly elixir. We also found Alessia’s diary detailing plans to have me assassinated and the Count poisoned. Once those of us who could interfere with her ambitions were eliminated, she expected to become sole ruler of Leyawiin. When confronted with the evidence, she began ranting about ‘tail draggers, knife ears and tuskers infecting her county’. The Count found his bride guilty of treason and had her put to the guillotine the next day.”

We walked without words for a few moments. Caelia lifted an arm to move aside a low hanging willow branch that obstructed our approach to a small bridge. The banks of the pond we passed over hosted ferns, reeds and the yellow heads of bog beacon. Near the surface of the dark water I could see the bright gold scales and white fins of large carp-like fish as they ventured near the surface, hunting for unwary dragonflies. Finally, my anger toward Alessia caused me to break the silence. “What a terrible choice her hateful ambitions forced upon Count Caro!”

Caelia nodded her agreement. “We included a full copy of my investigation with the Count’s letter of condolence to Alessia’s mother, Countess Valga of Chorrol. To the lady’s credit, her measured reply acknowledged that noble birth did not exempt her daughter from the law.”

“That speaks well of Countess Valga,” I offered. “How is Count Caro holding up?”

“Stoically on the outside, but I know that giving the order to have Alessia executed broke his heart.” Caelia’s fist struck the head of the white horse emblazoned on her chest as she returned the gesture of one of her guards standing duty ahead of us. The young soldier then pulled open a heavy door to Castle Leyawiin’s great hall and we stepped inside.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 1 2020, 08:22 PM

Oh no, did someone nearly steal Buffy's sweetroll? Divines forbid!

Both the Lady and the Captain clean up pretty well.

It is just like Buffy to be out and riding before anyone else even wakes up.

I wonder if that assassin might have been someone Buffy knew? I am glad you took us down a brief stroll down memory lane, to the found family that Buffy nearly had, but wisely turned away from. There but for the grace of Mara we all go.

And now the story behind the execution of the Countess unfolds. Such a sad tale. Prejudice comes from fear, and decisions made from fear are never wise. Poor Count. I imagine he will have trouble ever trusting anyone ever again.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 2 2020, 12:18 AM

Well, you seem more charitable toward Count Caro than I did! laugh.gif I was pleased, however, to see that your thoughts regarding his wife mirror mine in so many ways. And the tale Captain Caelia unfolded during that leisurely walk across town was not surprising to me at all.

All in all, a very enjoyable two chapters. I can’t wait until next week’s episode!

Posted by: macole Apr 2 2020, 04:06 AM

Beauty fades and the sweetest nectar sours with age. Poor Lady Alessia, c'est la vie.

Who knows, perhaps the Count was looking for an excuse to redecorate the castle?

Posted by: Lopov Apr 2 2020, 07:50 PM

What a thrilling story behind the death of the Countess Caro. You pulled this brilliantly, Acadian. I had no idea before reading the story, what would be the reason of her execution, but I definitely didn't think that even the Dark Brotherhood would be involved.

I must ask however, because I didn't read Book 1...to get asked to kill Rufio, Buffy must have killed before? Who was it? Was it by accident? You can link me to the original story, if it's not too much to ask.

Posted by: Renee Apr 6 2020, 05:41 PM

Okay good. I am glad Alessia's execution gets explained. Otherwise I'd have to bug you with n00by questions! Like, maybe the reason got explained long ago in the first Buffy book, but i was not around back in those days.

Oh my gosh. indifferent.gif So she had a bunch of notes and poisons and everything! Not to mention I believe she was the one in charge of that

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 6 2020, 06:21 PM

QUOTE(Renee @ Apr 6 2020, 12:41 PM) *

Okay good. I am glad Alessia's execution gets explained. Otherwise I'd have to bug you with n00by questions! Like, maybe the reason got explained long ago in the first Buffy book, but i was not around back in those days.

Oh my gosh. indifferent.gif So she had a bunch of notes and poisons and everything! Not to mention I believe she was the one in charge of that

The spoiler was her husband. He has the key for that room, not her.

Posted by: Acadian Apr 8 2020, 12:32 PM

Previously- During their walk to Castle Leyawiin to meet with Count Caro, Captain Caelia Draconis explained to Buffy the details of Countess Alessia Caro’s treachery and why the Count was forced to have her executed for treason.

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SubRosa- I enjoyed being able to weave Buffy’s rejection of the DB back into her story. We’ll see that though the Count knows he made the right decision, it still broke his heart. I expect the lesson he’ll learn is don’t marry someone hoping to change their nature.

Rider- As you know, the game drops clues that the Count was not so noble himself, but in Buffy’s story, he is what I hope the next two episodes show him to be: Imperfect but, on balance, worthy of his title.

macole- I think the Count was blinded by love and wishful thinking regarding Alessia. Thankfully, duty to his county prevailed and he made the right call when it was required.

Lopov- Buffy assassinated Erana - a mage in Chorrol who posed an ongoing mortal threat to Buffy. It happened fairly early in Book 1. I just reread it myself and found her chat with Acadian afterwards to be rather prophetic, I hope you agree. Here is a http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?s=&showtopic=4516&view=findpost&p=118848 to that episode.

Renee- Alessia really was evil. Marius Caro (in Buffy Fiction) actually does want the best for his county and is worthy of his title. Though his heart is good, he is neither perfect nor a pillar of strength. He is naïve and idealistic enough to believe he could change Alessia and it truly broke his heart that he could not ‘fix’ her. Buffy is predisposed to a favorable opinion of the Count because his knighting of Sir Mazoga was instrumental in giving noble purpose to the angry unguided orc’s life. I hope the next two episodes Buffy spends with the Count help reinforce our view of him and how it varies from what one sees in the game.

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Episode 17

Emerald banners hung from the lofty ceiling as Captain Draconis and I strode through Castle Leyawiin’s great hall and into the throne room. Fire bowls mounted on short stone columns crackled and hissed softly, just as I remembered. At the end of the green carpet stretched before us were two thrones. One sat empty while the other hosted Count Marius Caro dressed in black and gold finery.

We both stopped four paces short of the balding Imperial and bowed. Caelia reported, “Milord, I bring you Dame Buffy.”

The Count looked weary, but his smile was warm. “Welcome back, Buffy. Our errant knight has not graced this court for far too long. Caelia informs me that Leyawiin is once again in your debt, this time for single-handedly closing an Oblivion Gate just outside our walls.”

“I am pleased to see his lordship again and humbled by his kind words.”

The staccato of boots on stone tile reached my ears. The Count gazed beyond me toward the sound. I turned to see a knight approaching. As he reached the length of carpet leading to the twin thrones, the click of his boots softened. I could now clearly hear the sounds of well-fitted plate armor as it moved with each stride.

Numerous dents, several burn marks and generous streaks of soot and blood, could not disguise the fact that the silver-gray panoply he wore was of the finest quality. If cleaned up and repaired, the exquisite set of heavy plate would likely be worth more than a small house or fine horse. A matching full helm was tucked under his left arm and temporarily hosted the knight’s gauntlets. The ornate handle of a great sword protruded above one shoulder, hinting at its quality.

Disheveled black hair streaked with gray framed the Nibenean Imperial’s face. In the lines of his olive skin were written more than half the years of a human lifespan. An old scar ran prominently from just below one eye across the bridge a nose that would have been aristocratic if not marred by the evidence of being broken at least once.

The man bowed. “Forgive my appearance, Milord. We have but recently closed the last Oblivion Gate plaguing your city.” The voice resonated with a culture and tone suggestive of both authority and a noble heritage.

“Sir Flavius, your bloody badges of service to Leyawiin bring no dishonor to this court,” replied the Count. His gaze then returned to me. “Dame Buffy, I asked the Order of the White Stallion’s Knight Commander to join us this morning.”

I turned to the senior knight, dipped my head slightly and offered my hand. “I’m honored to meet you, Sir Flavius.”

He elegantly touched the back of my hand to his lips. “Decimus Flavius Aquilinus, humbled to be at your service, Dame Buffy.”

“Buffy,” resumed the count, “shortly after Mazoga and Agronak left Leyawiin to assist you at Kvatch, I contracted Sir Flavius to serve as knight commander. He’s capably brought the Order through an expansion of both its numbers and lodge.”

“I saw the new facility as my ship sailed past it on the way here,” I remarked. “Very impressive.”

“Milord,” protested Sir Flavius, “I have several wounded knights being tended in the chapel, and little time for pleasantries.”

Marius Caro lifted an eyebrow peevishly. “And the priests healing them require your personal supervision?”

The knight’s dark eyes flashed for but a moment before a look of granite-like discipline recaptured his chiseled features. “Forgive my impatience, Milord.”

Count Leyawiin’s face softened visibly. “Be at ease, Flavius, I know your heart is with your knights. They are in good hands with the Priests of Zenithar.” He looked at me. “My guard commander could only tell me that your business in Leyawiin involves the Oblivion Crisis.”

“Milord, I would humbly ask that only your ears and those of Captain Draconis and Sir Flavius hear the message I bring.”

The Count glanced at his bodyguard and nodded. Once the steward, footman, two maids and even the soldiers guarding the throne room had withdrawn, I began, “I bring you greetings, Milord, and a dire request from the next Emperor of Cyrodiil.”

“What manner of treachery is this?” exclaimed Sir Flavius. “Is the Septim line not dead? Who would presume to usurp the throne?”

“Silence, Flavius!” The Count’s rebuke echoed throughout the throne room. He gazed at the empty throne to his left. “I know treachery when I see it!” His angry eyes then pinned the armored knight. “Buffy’s integrity and service to Leyawiin, like your own, are above reproach. When last I met with the Elder Council, they quietly alluded to a surviving Septim heir in exile.”

“This outspoken knight,” replied Flavius, “must once again ask forgiveness for his rash and ill-considered words.” The Nibenean’s eyes traveled from the Count to me. “I beg pardons, Milord, Milady.”

Count Caro replied, “That you readily voice your opinions with frankness is an attribute I prize, Flavius, but stay them for a time. I am eager to hear what news Buffy brings from this exiled emperor-in-waiting.” He motioned me to continue.

“There is indeed a surviving Septim whose veins carry the blood of a dragon. His request is for urgently needed forces to reinforce the city of Bruma. As you may be aware, the Amulet of Kings was . . . .”

I proceeded to carefully, and without further interruption, detail how Martin’s desperate plan to recover the stolen Amulet of Kings would expose Bruma to the grave dangers of a Great Oblivion Gate preceded by the opening of several smaller portals to the Deadlands.

“. . . so as you can see, the need to reinforce Bruma is dire. Once Martin has the amulet, he will lead his army to The Imperial City, claim his throne and relight the dragonfires - permanently closing the jaws of Oblivion. In conclusion, Milord, I’ve been authorized to add that Martin Septim, when Emperor, will not forget the loyalty of those nobles who assisted Bruma in her time of need.”

For several moments, the only sound was the gentle hiss and crackling of the nearby fire bowls as Count Caro contemplated his steepled fingers. Finally, he spoke. “I am aware of the devastation that a Great Gate inflicted upon the city of Kvatch. Leyawiin herself could have been brought to her knees by the recent opening of numerous nearby Oblivion Gates, were it not for the intervention of courageous knights and the steadfast diligence of our guard force. Bruma shall have what help I can provide.” He lifted an eyebrow and gazed, in turn, at the two warriors flanking me.

“My knights are well suited for this task and can travel quickly, Milord,” began Sir Flavius. “Leyawiin still faces numerous threats requiring the presence of its brave soldiers and able commander. I would like to leave two knights behind and, with Captain Draconis’ permission, detail them to her should another portal to the Deadlands open and she deems their experienced assistance appropriate. It will take us two days to recover from wounds to the flesh and damage to both armor and weaponry sustained during the recent closing of several Oblivion Gates. Nevertheless, when we do ride north, it will be with a score of ready knights and the speed of heavy white horses.”

The Count’s eyes sought Caelia’s. “What says my guard commander?”

“Sir Flavius has the right of it, Milord,” she replied. “Our citizens still need protecting from day-to-day crime and the nearby roads must be kept free of Black Bow Bandits and other brigands. The political instability brought on by this crisis, and Leyawiin’s unique geography, leave us vulnerable to cross-border raids from Elsweyr or Black Marsh if we are perceived as under-defended. It is now clear why Guildmistress Vilena Donton ordered Leyawiin’s Fighters Guild to Bruma. With most of our knights gone as well, retaining the guard force here is most prudent. I gratefully accept Sir Flavius’ generous offer of two knights to augment my soldiers’ ability to close an Oblivion Gate if required.”

“So be it,” pronounced the Count. “Sir Flavius, return to your knights. Convey my appreciation for their valiant recent efforts. May the Divines speed your preparations to ride north and protect the Knights of the White Stallion as they assist Bruma.” He then addressed Caelia, “Thank you, as ever, for your wise council. Please advise my bodyguard on your way out that I would have words privately with Dame Buffy.”

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 8 2020, 06:40 PM

Hrrm, that went rather better than Julian's visit to the same Count! tongue.gif I do see Count Leyawiin in a somewhat better light than the Countess, and I still do have ideas how things shake down after the Crisis. I just see him as being overly cautious and waiting to see what happens before he decides which side of the fence to jump.

I find myself enjoying the introduction of the Commander of the Knights of the White Stallion. A proper Imperial, to boot! I'm wondering about his past experiences - Legion, mercenary, otherwise? I am content to wait and see where this author chooses to take us in this story, and whether or not we learn more about Commander Flavius Aquinius.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 8 2020, 07:55 PM

Sir Flavius looks like the real deal. Warrior and aristocrat in one slightly dented package. He instantly reminds me of Savlian Matius. Or Pappy Vitellus from Bravil (except with manners).

That was a lively war council! I enjoyed your portrayal of all the characters, who bring both their passions and professionalism to the table.




Nits?:
just [as] I remembered.
I think you missed the "as" where I inserted it above.




Posted by: Darkness Eternal Apr 9 2020, 01:20 AM

It was wise of Buffy not get herself involved with the Dark Brotherhood and their sadist organization. I read that http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?s=&showtopic=4516&view=findpost&p=119082! I applaud her for staying true to her beliefs, and her decision spared her what could've been a lifetime of regret and something one can never walk back from.

Ah, so what led Lady Caro to her execution was her own murderous plots which didn't work out so well. Can't say anyone will shed a tear over her death, all things considering. Again, it was good to see Buffy recalling past events earlier in her story, which was no doubt very significant and important for her.

Sir Flavius is an interesting character, an-all true Imperial by name, attitude and looks! I have to say the dialogue is superb, and it flows well. I've enjoyed the exchange between Flavius, Buffy and Marius. I'm very interested in seeing what comes next. Buffy has powerful allies on her side.

Posted by: Lopov Apr 11 2020, 01:57 PM

Thanks for linking me to the Earana story, that was a good read, Buffy in that time period seems very different as she does now. I wonder if anyone except her and Acadian later found out that she was behind Earana's death? I'll probably read more stories from that book, when I have time.

As others have said, Sir Flavius is an interesting character. We'll definitely hear and see more of him, he'll play an important role in the future, I reckon.

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He gazed at the empty throne to his left. “I know treachery when I see it!”


Brilliant!

Posted by: Acadian Apr 15 2020, 12:38 PM

Previously- Buffy relayed Martin Septim’s request for aide for Bruma and its rationale to Count Caro. Advised by Leyawiin’s guard commander and the Knight Commander of the Order of the White Stallion, the Count agreed to send a score of White Stallion Knights to assist with the defense of Bruma. The Count then dismissed everyone from his throne room except Buffy so he could have words with her privately.

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Rider- To me, the Count always seemed rather a milk drinker. Part of the reason I introduced Sir Flavious was to show that Count Caro actually could rein in such a strong-willed Knight Commander when required. I envision Sir Flavius being from a noble family and having trained as a knight from an early age. I wanted to show that the Order of the White Stallion was in good hands but confess I don’t have significant plans for Sir Flavius going forward. Buffy will share some of her thoughts on both Flavius and Count Caro as she rides north toward Bravil in a couple episodes.

SubRosa- I’m glad that Sir Flavius came across as the gritty real deal - like Savlian Matius, Sir Keldorn (Baldur’s Gate II), Julian of Anvil (Rider’s fiction) or Pappy Vitellus (from Teresa fiction of course). Another reason I introduced Flavius was to, as you say, liven up the ‘war council’ with some crosscurrents and ultimately a good outcome. A score of mounted knights certainly trumps a squad of city guards! Thanks for catching that nit; I do archive Buffy’s story and the more error-free it is the better.

DE- Buffy’s not reluctant to kill varmints who deserve it but I’m glad she only does so on her own terms and not for hire. Thanks for noting the dialogue among Buffy, Captain Draconis, Marius Caro and Sir Flavius. I’m pleased with how it came together for a realistic result.

Lopov- It has been at a glacial pace, but Buffy is gradually becoming of more 'good' alignment and more responsible in her judgments and choices - particularly when it comes to distinguishing between righteous justice and vengeful retribution. Later in Book 1, a detective came close to figuring out Buffy killed Erana, but not quite. Thanks for noting that line you quoted as the Count gestured to the empty throne next to him and admonished Flavius about treachery. I admit that part of why I introduced Flavius was built around wanting to use such a line.

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Episode 18


Once we were alone, Count Marius Caro gestured toward the empty throne to his left. “Sit.”

“Yes, Milord.” After removing my bow and quiver, I hopped up into the throne. Sitting back fully back into the chair, my legs stuck straight out. As I moved forward enough to bend my knees, there was a large gap behind my back and both feet still hovered above the floor. The chair fit me no better than it would a human girl who had not yet seen a dozen summers.

“Buffy, it warms my heart to see you once again grace my court. I know not how you come to speak for Martin Septim, but he is fortunate to be so eloquently represented.”

“Thank you, Milord. A score of your knights will be a valuable contribution to the defense of Bruma.”

“Aye.” He then sighed. “This has been a difficult time.”

“Caelia told me of the decision Lady Alessia forced upon you. I’m so very sorry.”

He pointed at the throne in which I sat. “It was long ago, and from that very chair, a newly dubbed small elven knight risked my ire by gently urging that I lead Alessia out of her misguided fog. That same young knight also expressed confidence that I would do what was best for Leyawiin should it become necessary. I confess that the memory of your prophetic words eased the choice I had to make on behalf of my city.”

“You rendered the right judgment, as difficult as it must have been.”

He stared at me for a moment, as if weighing a decision. “You speak and look quite like you belong seated upon that throne, Buffy.”

I looked down at my dangling feet and suppressed a giggle. “I’m afraid I would need a footstool. . . and perhaps a thick back cushion.” When I met the Count’s gaze again, I realized with a start that he was serious. His eyes did not convey mirth, but rather a sincere and warm affection.

Before I could even begin to process what he might be implying, he continued, “Were Alessia alive, I would never admit the fact that I have been drawn to the beauty of your spirit since the moment you first brightened my court long ago. You saw the noble and kind heart of a champion within Mazoga when the rest of us could not see beyond her brutishly crude manner and tusks. You recognized the flaws in Alessia when love blinded me to the hazards they posed. When you assessed that Caelia’s soldiers were not properly trained to close that Oblivion Gate and my knights were fully occupied, you chose – at your own peril – to close it yourself and doubtless saved the lives of many soldiers. Buffy, I need a countess of proven courage and gentle wisdom who can help this city heal from the damage done by that chair’s former occupant. Perhaps. . . in time, you could grow to return my affection.”

There were so many reasons I could never accept his offer, but my mind raced to carefully frame the gentlest decline possible to this grieving widower. “Milord, I know you loved Alessia and hoped you could change her. I’m sure the knowledge that you ultimately made the right decision is scant comfort. You deserve a woman by your side who can give you and Leyawiin the full measure of her love. Alas, I have yet to deal with the grief of losing my own mate at Kvatch. I would not be worthy of the honor you offer when so much of my damaged heart still belongs to the ghost of another.” I watched his eyes carefully, hopeful that my words had struck the right balance between clarity and compassion.

After several long moments, he slowly replied, “I understand, Buffy, and apologize for placing you in the awkward position of declining a lonely Count’s poorly considered proposal.”

“There is no forgiveness required for the high compliment you have paid me, Milord, and I thank you for accepting this humble knight’s emotional deficiencies.”

“Given your recent service to my city, may I at least entice you to stay in Leyawiin by offering a promotion to Knight Sister in the Order of the White Stallion?”

I winced. “I’m afraid I must once again decline your generous offer, Milord. I currently seek a Divine sponsor among the Nine to become a paladin.”

His eyes widened with surprise. Then the trace of a smile appeared as he nodded. “I would take umbrage were it fealty to another noble that drew you from Leyawiin. Becoming a paladin, however, is an entirely different matter. Should the Divines be wise enough to call you, I know they will be well-served. You are a traveler, well-gifted with wanderlust, and I admit that your nature is probably best suited by being unfettered to the mundane concerns of men and mer. I wish you well with your quest, Buffy. You are always welcome in the Court of Leyawiin.”

“Thank you, Milord. For everything.”

Posted by: Lopov Apr 15 2020, 12:59 PM

As soon as I read that the Count asked Buffy to sit alongside him, my first thought was whether her feet would reach the floor. laugh.gif

Well the Count isn't losing his time, that's for sure. On one hand it's to be expected...on the other hand I think he's rushing and that his "offer" wasn't proposed at the appropriate time.

I like your stories, where there's action and also where there's only dialogue, like this one. You manage to maintain the length of the dialogue long and captivating enough that by the time I come to the end, I still know, what was going on in the beginning.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 15 2020, 05:44 PM

Well, that certainly was an interesting twist on the character that is Count Caro of Leyawiin! That he turns out to be capable of seeing the true beauty in others regardless of appearance (and true evil, in certain cases) suggests to me to be an innate part of his character that was just called out, if you will, by his previous experience with our beloved Buffy. Certainly not one Julian saw!

And I had to chuckle at the memories this stirred:

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“Given your recent service to my city, may I at least entice you to stay in Leyawiin by offering a promotion to Knight Sister in the Order of the White Stallion?”

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 15 2020, 08:41 PM

Like Lopov, I immediately imagined that Buffy would not fit on the throne.

Ok, did not see that coming! One can certainly relate to the Count's feelings. Buffy is so very easy to love at the best of times. At a time like now, it smacks of the Rebound.

In any case, I think we all know what Buffy's answer will be.

Am I the only one who thinks "The White Stallion" sounds like a porn star? wink.gif

Posted by: Lopov Apr 16 2020, 07:45 AM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ Apr 15 2020, 09:41 PM) *
Am I the only one who thinks "The White Stallion" sounds like a porn star? wink.gif


No. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Renee Apr 17 2020, 02:20 PM

17 -- Good lord. Count Caro really likes playing around with Flavius. SILENCE! one moment, "I prize thine servitude" the next. indifferent.gif I like that you are spending a lot of time describing what a lot of gamers trudge through, or (In my case) barely bothered with, which is, the Assistance for Bruma quest (sic).

Wow, so Marius does not even know it was your elf who basically closed the gate? He only mentions his knights and others under his direct employ. Perhaps this is a measure of humility from the Buffster.

Uh on, private words with the Bosmer Bowgirl. Buffy's in trouble.

18-- Ha, she can't sit fully upon the human throne! laugh.gif

Oh.... oh no.... wub.gif NO! Wow, he really made a pass at her, JUST AFTER what he just did to his wife. indifferent.gif indifferent.gif indifferent.gif What in the??

Yeah, he can't trap her with some town position which is meaningless to her. She wants to be out there. Not trapped in Leyawiin.

Posted by: Grits Apr 21 2020, 08:13 PM

Episode 16: Placing the uneaten pastry on Agata’s plate with a wink, I rose to my feet.

Buffy's humor, grace, and charm all rolled up in one gesture. wub.gif

I loved Captain Draconis’s tale of discovering who was behind the attempt on her life. She had a quest!

Episode 17: In the lines of his olive skin were written more than half the years of a human lifespan.

This beautiful description brings to mind all the issues and heartbreak between humans and elves caused by their differing lifespans. I had to chuckle when Sir Flavius said “Forgive my appearance,” because I was at that moment thinking that he sounds hot. tongue.gif I loved the interactions between the Count and the Knight Commander.

Hmmm, private words with Dame Buffy. I wonder.

Episode 18: Oh my gosh, as soon as the Count asked Buffy to sit on the throne, my eyes were popping out like a frog’s! Then I had to giggle as Buffy wiggled around in the imposing chair.

Ah, when the Count mentioned Buffy’s advice to him way back when, his proposal made sense. He has been thinking about her generous heart and beauty throughout all of his troubles with Alessia and since. It was a shock to her, but she is in his mind’s eye every day. They both handled the No with remarkable grace.


QUOTE(SubRosa @ Apr 15 2020, 03:41 PM) *

Am I the only one who thinks "The White Stallion" sounds like a porn star? wink.gif

Honestly, I giggle-snort every time!

Posted by: Acadian Apr 22 2020, 12:57 PM

Previously- Count Caro quite surprised Buffy by making a case that she become his countess. The inwardly flustered elf managed to gently and rather smoothly decline the Count’s offer, blaming her own deficiencies which included her continued grieving for Savlian. She also explained her interest in becoming a paladin. Count Caro seemed to understand and reacted gracefully, even supportively. Buffy was able to depart on good terms.

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Lopov- As you know, people grieve differently. Perhaps it is too soon for the Count to really know what he needs. That said, he does make an effective case that Buffy in that throne would be good for Leyawiin. The Count might have had better luck obtaining Buffy’s full time council by offering the Court Mage position to her but he realizes that, realistically, Buffy’s path does not include being tethered to Leyawiin.

Rider- I have tried to portray Marius Caro as rather naively blinded by love and wishful thinking rather than being of a pernicious nature. I’d like to think that seeing the depth and danger of Alessia’s treachery has somewhat opened his eyes.

SubRosa- I agree that the Count’s ‘proposal’ does indeed smack of rebound. That said, he recognizes Buffy is a free-spirited butterfly and knows not when he might get another chance to speak to her of such matters in person. Bird in the hand, strike when the iron’s hot and all that. I chuckled as you conjured the image of a whole order of porn stars riding under the banner of the white stallion. laugh.gif

Renee- Buffy’s piece of 'Gathering Aide for Bruma’ is limited to Leyawiin and Bravil – other emissaries are soliciting help from the other counties. Part of my thinking here is that by limiting her to two counties, we hope to go into reasonable detail with each without risking repetitiveness or bogging down the story. Count Caro does indeed know that Buffy closed the gate outside his north wall: “Caelia informs me that Leyawiin is once again in your debt, this time for single-handedly closing an Oblivion Gate just outside our walls.” As I mentioned to SubRosa, I do think Marius was ‘on the rebound’ as well as unsure when he would see Buffy the Butterfly again. Though I believe Buffy could make a good countess, Marius’ chances with her were, of course, zero for reasons that include the ones you mentioned. She’ll actually muse a bit on her time in Leyawiin early in this next episode as she heads north to Bravil.

Grits- Your perceptions on each of the passages or themes you mentioned are exactly what I was hoping to portray in terms of blending humor, sobering thoughts, beauty, tragedy and – above all – the fundamental grace and goodness in Buffy’s heart. As ever, thank you for your insightful encouragement.

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All- Were this a hard copy novel, the reader would note their bookmark now resting almost precisely at the midway point. As the Oblivion Crisis relentlessly moves to its ultimate resolution, I hope you will enjoy how Buffy’s supporting role continues to weave its way into more or less familiar events. The seed that Boderi Farano planted about joining her as a paladin will continue to grow as well and, before the end of the book, the Nine will reveal their intent in that regard.

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~ Part 4 – Aide from Bravil ~


Episode 19


White stones marking the Ayleid ruins of Bawn grew from the forest’s floor near the Niben to my right as Superian carried me north along the Green Road.

Acadian teased, “Countess Buffy has a nice sound to it, don’t you think?”

“Oh stop it!” I scolded. “Though I’m flattered by his offer and truly hope Count Caro finds a worthy mate someday, I figure it’s too soon after the death of Alessia for him to really know what he wants. Besides he’s far too old for me and I’m hardly interested in being cooped up in a castle hosting parties and holding court or whatever countesses do.” I sighed. “As far as Alessia Caro goes, I want to feel pity for her but all I can muster is anger over how she exposed those I call friends to mortal danger.”

We rode quietly for a bit longer. To my left, the afternoon sunshine warmed my shoulder and silhouetted the gray tower of a former Legion fort. It had been purchased years ago by Castle Bravil’s court mage. Fathis Aren kept the place highly warded, presumably to ensure privacy for his research.

“I confess the title Dame suits you better,” offered the paladin. “At least your quest in Leyawiin was successful.”

“Aye, that it was,” I replied. “A score of White Stallion Knights will be a potent addition to the forces defending Bruma.” Since Acadian seemed in a conversational mood and I knew Superian didn’t mind listening, I continued, “Sir Flavius is an interesting, even compelling, man. It’s clear he is devoted to his knights and has certainly accomplished much during his tenure as Knight Commander. There’s no doubt he’s quite fluent in courtly matters, but,” I paused to chuckle, “he’s certainly not shy with his quickly-formed and strong opinions. Like the stallion namesake of his order, Flavius seems well-bred, strong-willed, and surely a challenge to -"

My musings were interrupted when several pink glows of life blossomed at the edge of my twin rings’ ability to detect them. "Now what's that up ahead?” I could identify the unmistakable and large shape of a horse. Nearby, what seemed likely a dismounted Legion rider was engaged in combat with a pair of small round hovering glows. “Wills-o-the-wisp!” At my urging, Superian burst into a thunderous run, and the trees between us and the fight ahead flew past.

As I drew her to an abrupt stop just short of the Legion bay and leaped to the ground, I dismissed a twinge of guilt for intentionally using the other horse as a shield for my own mare. As one of the sparkling creatures fell I was relieved to see that the soldier’s blade could overcome his foes’ resistance to mundane weapons. The man likely had a small enchantment on his arming sword for just this type of situation. Roaring, “For the Empire!” he turned to face the other wisp.

With the soldier between me and the wisp, I raced toward them. Trying to use my bow against the tiny target erratically dancing around the moving man was out of the question due to the risk of friendly fire. To make matters worse, wisps were immune to my illusion spells. He would have to do the killing, but I hoped to reach him in time to keep him healed.

A beam of orange magic reached out from the wisp and began sapping the man’s life.

Suddenly a Khajiit burst from the trees beyond the deadly fight. With a speed much greater than mine, bootless cat feet closed the distance. A short blade held in each forepaw slashed into what I imagined to be the back of the wisp.

Before my feet could deliver me close enough to touch the soldier’s back with a restorative spell, he collapsed.

With no steel standing in front of me for protection, and both hands overflowing with white healing magic, I stared in terror at the sparkling foe hovering before me. My feet frantically scrambled to back up and open some distance. Though the soldier was down, it was now the Khajiit who still made it too risky to use my bow. Kitsune appeared at my side but her illusory yips to draw my attacker’s ire were ignored. As orange magic reached out for me, I began to channel the healing magic that filled my hands into myself. Mercifully, a final slash from one of the Khajiit’s flashing blades exploded our foe into a shower of glowing dust.

The feline skirmisher and I stared at each other only long enough for me to see that she appeared uninjured before I dropped to my knees beside the soldier. The pale glow of his fading life extinguished before I could lay on my hands to attempt a healing. “H-he’s gone.” I removed his helm and gently placed a hand on the Imperial’s cheek.

“The brave human’s name was Octavius Amatiu.” I glanced over to see the Khajiit on one knee reading the back of the soldier’s shield.

I raised my tearful eyes toward a passing white cloud. “Mara, this soldier, Octavius, has risen beyond his shell of flesh and steel. I commend you his spirit and ask that your loving hand guide his journey.”

The Khajiit was now on her feet and I looked up at her as she stared sadly at the soldier’s body. I slipped off my rings to see her more clearly. She wore elven-made armor without helm. All four paws were wrapped in a mixture of leather and cloth, leaving her claws exposed. Cream colored fur was liberally accented with dark markings, reminiscent of a snow leopard, and a shock of red mane swept back over her head. “Thank you for trying to help this man, and for very likely saving me and both horses.”

“I am sorry I did not arrive sooner.”

I noted that she did not speak in the traditional Khajiiti manner, which often occurred when a kit was raised by another race. . . or under the yoke of slavery. As I rose to my feet, I realized that she was Daenlin’s height – not even a head taller than I. Both ears were adorned with loops of gold. A thin white scar ran almost vertically down one side of her muzzle. She appeared to be evaluating me as well.

“I am called Buffy.”

“My name is Aravi.”

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Note: Aravi is the character of King Coin, presented here during her latter days in Oblivion before moving to Skyrim. KC and I collaborated on the scene several years ago and Buffy’s fiction has finally advanced to where it belongs. Aravi’s appearance will continue into the next episode before the two say farewell.

Posted by: SubRosa Apr 22 2020, 06:32 PM

I am just imagining Countess Buffy and her friends at a dinner party, and suddenly everyone's clothes vanishes! Oh wait, we don't have to imagine that do we? wink.gif

Wills-o-the-wisp or Willo-o-wisps? Now there is an authors conundrum.

Things are really going from bad to worse in this sudden encounter with the Wisps! You have quite ably manage to inject a real sense of danger into the story, which is not easy with a character who is by now so able as Buffy. Kudos!

Aravi! It is great to meet an old friend. smile.gif

Posted by: haute ecole rider Apr 23 2020, 06:59 PM

It certainly sounds to me like Buffy was impressed by this Sir Flavius in more ways than one hubbahubba.gif

I hate losing those Legion riders! That is why I crowned them in my game (and named them, too). So sad to lose one - Cyrodiil can spare none of them.

Aravi! So good to see her again! She has been sorely missed on these pages.

Posted by: Grits Apr 23 2020, 08:26 PM

Bootless cat feet! Flashing blades! It’s Aravi!! wub.gif

Racing to help the Legion rider when she knows her Illusion spells and bow won’t help her is my favorite Buffy moment in the story so far. I could hear that wisp absorb noise when it turned on her. Yikes.

Posted by: Lopov Apr 27 2020, 01:01 PM

Like haute, I also feel that Buffy was greatly impressed by stallion-like Sir Flavius.

A thrilling battle - as SubRosa points you, you created a sense of imminent danger when WotW focused on Buffy.

Nice to include Aravi to the book, that was an unexpected surprise.

Posted by: ghastley Apr 27 2020, 03:21 PM

You need to tell Buffy to open up Options, (or is it Settings?) and turn off friendly fire. biggrin.gif

There are so many things that help the solo adventurer, but hinder them in teamwork, especially invisibility. Never let an Archer behind you when you're invisible!

And great to see Aravi get another guest appearance. Does this mean KC is about to add more adventure with Buffy as a guest? smile.gif

Posted by: Acadian Apr 29 2020, 01:29 PM

Previously- With her task in Leyawiin complete, Buffy rode north toward Bravil. Along the way, she tried to assist a Legion rider battling a pair of wills of the wisp. The fight did not go well but was somewhat salvaged by the sudden appearance of a Khajiit skirmisher. The soldier did not survive. Buffy learned the Khajiit’s name is Aravi.

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SubRosa- If Buffy were Countess, all her parties would be clothes optional of course. Thank you for your comments about Buffy’s fight. I try to make most her fights rather decisive, even elegant, but sometimes (much to her chagrin) she does encounter moments of sheer terror.

Rider- I’m with you. Buffy used to often temporarily adjust Superian’s speed to match Legion bays and just ride along with those Legion riders, helping them and even repairing their gear after fights.

Grits- KC and I drafted this scene way back before Aravi moved to Skyrim. It’s a joy to feature her in the last and next episode. That fight was indeed another example of Buffy instinctively charging in to help someone without considering the cost.

Lopov- Buffy was indeed intrigued by Flavius. I suspect in some ways he reminds her of Savlian. Noble in character and strong enough to wield steel and face challenges head on instead of relying on the crutches that Buffy’s fragility requires (subtleness, speechcraft, stealth, illusions, range. . .).

ghastley- I confirmed with KC some time ago that he’s still fine with me using the scene, but this two-episode cameo with Aravi will be their only time together in Book 3. I don’t know if he has any plans to continue presenting Aravi's adventures. No friendly fire is definitely a nice feature of ESO. One reason we want to bring the Oblivion Crisis to a close is to achieve a good point of 'completion' for Buffy to subsequently learn time travel and finally allow her fiction to move beyond the Third Era.

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Episode 20

As soon as Aravi and I gripped each other’s forearm in a warrior clasp, I experienced a sharp twinge in my lower abdomen. Acadian felt it too, for he silently warned, ’It’s only been two months. You know what this means.’ The paladin was better with dates than I, and he was right. My next semiannual time of fertility, with its attendant cramping, wasn’t due for four more months. This was a Slayer’s warning of nearby vampires. The pain eased noticeably as we broke our grip.

An instinctive glance skyward verified more than adequate afternoon sunshine to burn vampires. My eyes then traveled to those of the skirmisher in front of me. Hers were green, with no hint of red or gold. This Khajiit was no vampire, but it was certain that she was infected. “I am a skilled healer. Are you injured?”

“The first wisp was dead before I got within its range. The second remained focused on the soldier, then you, allowing me to safely kill it. I am uninjured.”

Did she not realize she carried the disease of vampirism?

By now, Superian and her new Legion friend had wandered over to join us. The soldier’s mare nudged the armored corpse, then both horses snorted and backed away a few paces. “I want to check Octavius’ mount for injuries.” My glowing hands quickly confirmed the bay was fine, but I intentionally lingered while inspecting the animal, giving me time to think. While I was pleased that Aravi wasn’t injured, the fact that she had no wounds for me to heal eliminated a comfortable avenue for me to reveal that she was diseased. The only mortal on Nirn who knew I was a Slayer was Boderi Farano. I didn’t care to be known as a freak of Azura, and I certainly didn’t want vampires hunting me down trying to prove themselves by killing a Slayer.

I looked at Aravi, who was collecting the residual glow dust from our foes into a small pouch. She glanced my way and said, “I am not familiar with how Imperials honor their dead. Should we offer his body to the soil? Fire? Water?”

“I would build a flaming pyre for him if alone and far from help," I replied. "Fortunately, neither is the case today. Bravil is my destination and but a short ride to the north. I would like to deliver Octavius’ body and horse to the city guard there. If you would permit it, I can cast spells to strengthen the two of us and reduce the soldier’s weight long enough to lift him over the back of his horse for one final ride. I think we can get him there before dark.”

“I am willing to help secure this brave man to his horse and think your plan is a sound one. I will not accompany you though, for my destination is Fort Redman to the south.”

Between the two of us and my spells, we were able to muscle the Imperial over the back of his mare without adding the indignity of stripping off his heavy armor. As we lashed him into position, Acadian convicted me with his silent words, ’Buffy, your skill as a healer implies responsibilities that the elf I know does not retreat from.’

Aravi strapped the soldier’s shield across the man’s back while I rigged his sword belt over the Legion mare’s pommel. Acadian was right. It was the role of Slayer I rejected, not that of healer. “Fort Redman,” I offered, “is reputed to be a vampire lair.”

“Yes. I hunt them. For reasons that are my own.”

We stepped to the front of the horse and I met her gaze. “Aravi, I have. . . abilities. Among other things, I can sense the presence of vampires. I detect the taint of vampirism on you and believe that you are infected.”

Both ears flattened back, but her expression gave no further clue to her reaction. I could see the tip of her tail as it flicked out to one side then the other. Green eyes gazed beyond me toward the Niben for a time before returning to study my face. After several more long moments she spoke, “As a vampire hunter, I have been infected and cured many times. There comes a dangerous point, somewhere between immunity and vampirism where the taint remains, but the darkness is hopefully kept at bay. I find it necessary to seek spells or potions on almost a daily basis to manage the condition.”

“I am unfamiliar with what you describe but freely offer my curative magicks. I can remove the simple form of porphyric hemophilia before a patient is fully turned. I don’t know if I have the skill to provide you a more permanent solution. Would you like me to try? As a healer, I promise discretion. All I ask in return is the same from you regarding my abilities.”

Both ears perked up and her eyes reflected a ray of what I thought might be hope. “You may count on me to return your discretion. As for my illness,” she exhaled as if reaching a decision, “I would appreciate your attempt to lift its curse.”

I nodded. “My healing is rather like that of a priest and I will be laying both hands upon you. Relax for me, please.” I quickly drank a potion. Its blend of chamomile, ginger, primrose and cinnamon would ease the cramping that I expected to worsen while in physical contact with Aravi. Filling my hands with white magic, I placed one upon each side of her face.

As arcane power flowed through the intimate bond between us, I noted countless old wounds. Some had been healed by experts, others by amateurs or potions. I ignored them as I searched for disease. Although clearly similar to porphyric hemophilia, what I found was more persistent – as if partially integrated within every organ. I was startled as a horrifying scene flashed into my mind of several sleeping patrons inside an inn being slaughtered. Just as suddenly the vision was replaced by leaves and branches whipping past in near darkness. The sprint stopped at the crest of a ridge, revealing the first rays of a new sun. Then the frightening images ceased.

I transitioned my focus from diagnostic to therapeutic. First I tried a general healing spell. The disease diminished greatly, but traces remained. I began to understand why Aravi experienced only temporary relief with normal spells or potions.

Refining the focus and intensity of my magic, I was able to completely eliminate the disease from a small portion of her body. Encouraged, I worked methodically from one area to the next, from organ to organ. By the time I was almost done, my heart sank. The disease had already begun to reappear in the first areas I had treated! I continued this for a time until the futility became clear. As my desperation grew, I tried to absorb her disease into my own body for I knew that, as a Slayer, I could not be turned. By the time that proved unsuccessful, I was exhausted and low on magicka. Reluctantly, I allowed the healing bond to dissipate and lowered my hands.

As Aravi’s eyes read mine, the hint of hope they had held was replaced by a look of stoic disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Aravi. I was able to temporarily improve your condition significantly, but it moves from one organ to another, reappearing faster than I can fully cure it. I tried several techniques to no avail. I expect you’ll continue to require frequent spells or potions to keep this at bay as you search for a permanent cure.”

“Thank you for the attempt, even though it was not successful.” She glanced over one shoulder at the sun now kissing the treetops. “I am comfortable traveling at night and, since you want to reach Bravil before dark, let us be on our separate ways.”

“May green grasses and cool waters ease your path, Aravi.”

“Farewell, Buffy.” She returned my smile before slipping noiselessly into the forest.

As Superian and I led the Legion mare and her cargo north toward Bravil, I commented to Acadian, “That was a terrifying feeling, being helplessly unable to use my bow to defend myself against that wisp with Aravi in the way.”

“Remember it well, Buffy,” replied Acadian, “for in order to fully understand the importance of defending the defenseless, you must experience the plight of feeling powerless yourself.”

“Are you trying to train me as a paladin?” I teased.


Posted by: SubRosa Apr 29 2020, 06:09 PM

Uh oh, Buffy is getting cramps. I remember what that means! ohmy.gif

I loved Buffy's conundrum here, and wanting to protect her identity as The Slayer. It not only hearkens me back to a certain TV show whose name Buffy shares, but it also reminds me of superheros.

Well that is thrown out there. We will see how this goes.

I liked the touch of Buffy brewing a quick potion to lessen her cramping before she begins healing.

I enjoyed your description of Buffy searching through Aravi for the disease, and then combating it. It reminds me of shamanic healing. In their traditions, disease is caused by evil spirits. To cure someone, you travel to the spirit world, find the spirit responsible, and defeat it.

Finally, a brave admission of feeling fear and powerlessness. And a wise observation that feeling empathy for those in such straits, is an important component to fighting for them. Otherwise you end up fighting not for the people you purport to protect (can I alliterate that any more?), but rather for your own ego. That can only end badly for everyone. This was where January started from as a superhero, and it is always her foundation. Looks like Avery will have to make a new cape for Buffy!

Posted by: Renee Apr 29 2020, 06:48 PM

QUOTE
uffy’s piece of 'Gathering Aide for Bruma’ is limited to Leyawiin and Bravil – other emissaries are soliciting help from the other counties. Part of my thinking here is that by limiting her to two counties, we hope to go into reasonable detail with each without risking repetitiveness or bogging down the story.


Sure, that makes sense. Otherwise ES6 might finally be out by the time you're wrapping up the Main Quest from 2006.

Aw, sounds like she's blaming herself for the guard's demise. sad.gif After all the adventuring she's done, she's not truly hardened yet.

WHOA she meets Aravi!!! Hug_emoticon.gif Nice. I remember King Coin's character. Wherever Coin is.

Buffy has Cure Disease. Very good. Interesting that Aravi would not already know how to cure this herself. I wonder if that's based on KC's roleplay somehow.

Posted by: Lopov May 1 2020, 09:34 AM

Beautiful story! I dare to say that it's been my favorite so far.

I like it how Buffy immediately sensed "vampirism" in Aravi, but kept her thoughts to herself for a while. I expected the healing process would be futile in the end, but at least it was worth a try. Describing vivid scenes which she experienced during healing, was a nice touch.

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Posted by: macole May 2 2020, 06:03 AM

QUOTE(Acadian @ Apr 29 2020, 07:29 AM) *

“As a vampire hunter, I have been infected and cured many times. There comes a dangerous point, somewhere between immunity and vampirism where the taint remains, but the darkness is hopefully kept at bay. I find it necessary to seek spells or potions on almost a daily basis to manage the condition.”

There is much I don't know about Buffy but I found this statement most interesting. From one Hunter to a Slayer, Jandaga has for quite some time carried a portable Cleansing Shrine he found in one of the lost spires. He uses it daily in order to keep the disease in remission.


Posted by: Grits May 5 2020, 04:44 PM

I loved this healer episode! Buffy’s description of her process was fascinating. My favorite part was when she touched on what I’m guessing is Aravi’s memory or nightmare in the vision of the inn patrons and the sunrise. Is speaks highly of Buffy that she is still willing to help people, knowing that through their contact she may see things she doesn’t want to see and learn things she doesn’t want to know.

Posted by: Acadian May 6 2020, 12:31 PM

Previously- Buffy was surprised to learn that her new friend, Aravi, was infected (but not turned) by an unusually pernicious form of vampirism. Buffy’s offer to attempt a healing was accepted but proved unsuccessful. Aravi would continue to need routine healings or potions until she could find a permanent cure. The Khajiit assisted Buffy in getting the dead Legion rider aboard his horse before the two ladies parted ways. Buffy then resumed her ride to Bravil with the Legion mare, carrying the corpse of her former rider, in tow.

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SubRosa- Neat observation I hadn’t thought of as you compared Buffy’s reluctance to admit she’s a Slayer with a superhero’s challenges regarding maintaining a secret identity. As you recall, Buffy’s style of healing is quite intimate, empathic and personal. That allows a superb degree of accurate diagnosis but carries the limitations of requiring a physical bond (laying on of hands) and having to deal with some of what spills over to her, both physically and emotionally. In her world, restoration magic is more impersonal, safer for the healer and can be cast from range. Buffy’s healing is more like that of a priest. . . or paladin.

Renee- Buffy’s quick to blame herself whenever she fails to save or heal an ally. So it was with both that soldier and Aravi. I expect Aravi knows basic restoration healing/cure spells; Buffy’s healing is more specialized/focused but, alas, not up the task of fully curing Aravi.

Lopov- Why thank you! Buffy overcoming her reluctance to heal Aravi is another small step along her path of embracing the responsibilities inherent with her gifts and abilities.

macole- What Aravi told Buffy about the vampiric condition she deals with is pretty close to what King Coin described in his writings and showed in his Oblivion vids with Aravi. He did use a mod, and his depiction was quite close to the mod. I’m not familiar with the mod but it sounds like you may well be.

Grits- I’m so glad you enjoyed Buffy’s attempt to heal Aravi. As you can see the process is rather intimate, allowing her to glimpse into the medical history, mind and even spirit of her patient. If you recall, healing a small purposefully inflicted wound upon Martin Septim is what allowed Buffy to announce with certainly that his veins carry the blood of a dragon.

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All- Once again, I want to thank King Coin for allowing this brief encounter between Buffy and Aravi. As far as Aravi’s condition, she ultimately traveled to Skyrim where the Companions were able to remove all hints of vampirism by infecting her with lycanthropy. Perhaps not an ideal solution but, at last report, Aravi seemed satisfied with the tradeoff.

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Episode 21

Ayleid glow stones that had been provided by my guildmate Carandial’s research expeditions to nearby Anutwyll softly lit the interior of Bravil’s Bay Roan Stable. I had wiped down Superian’s tack and dispelled it before starting to groom her. Satisfied with her feet, I exchanged the hoof pick in my hand for a curry and began to scribe circles over her coat to loosen debris and stimulate the flow of oils. Antoine led in the Legion bay mare that no longer carried the corpse of her former rider. The ruddy-faced stablehand began loosening then removing her tack. “Well?” I asked.

“Me and the same guard who took your report delivered that soldier to the chapel,” replied the Breton. “They let us bring the horse right inside before unloading his body. A priestess then wrapped him in a cloak of frost so he’d . . . keep until Captain Lerus gets over there and decides what to do with him. I figure they’ll let me know what they want me to do with the soldier’s mount here.” Expert hands quickly finished stripping the bay of her tack.

I passed Antoine the hoof pick and began flicking loose hair and debris from my own mare with a brush. “I’m sure they’ll let the soldier’s family – if he has any – know what happened to him.”

“A shame,” the Breton replied soberly as he began grooming the Legion horse. “You and Superian home for a time now? I know Button and Aetherius appreciate her company.”

In response to hearing his name, Carandial’s bay raised his head above the wall of his stall. Antoine smooched toward the gelding, then began rubbing the curry over his current customer. I knew Button, the chapel’s draft shire, was still out in the corral enjoying the evening. “Only for a day, perhaps as many as three,” I finally replied. “Then it’s back up to the University.” I set aside the brush and reached for a burlap rub rag. “Have things been quiet here then?”

“Aye, ‘cept for a paint that only stayed one night. Belonged to some monk. Strange stable markings on his tack I never seen before. Crossed blades beneath a crown.”

I paused at the description of markings associated with the Emperor’s Blades. “Is there anything else you can tell me about this monk?” Superian bumped me with her head so I would resume my gentle strokes with the rub rag.

“He said the less I knew about him the better. And he paid up front. He kept the hood of his brown robe pulled up. About all I could tell was that he was a big Redguard. Oh, and he carried a katana – odd for a monk maybe, but I’ve heard the wilderness just isn’t safe anymore.” Antoine exchanged his curry for a brush. “Anyway, he got here the day after you left and, like I said, only stayed one night. Can’t say I blame him. That was the night old Hans Black-Nail was murdered.”

Before I could reply, Captain Viera Lerus swept into the stable building. “Ah, there you are. Thank you, Buffy. One of my guards relayed your report to me. Damn wills-o-the-wisp.” She spat on the floor. Antoine twitched in response and the muscles of his jaw rippled. The stable hand managed to look totally absorbed in grooming as his brush busily flicked loosened horse hair off the Legion mare and directly toward the officer. Lerus, apparently oblivious to the insult, continued, “Octavius was only recently assigned the route between The Imperial City and Leyawiin.”

“Do you know if he has any kin?” I asked.

“Yes,” the Imperial replied. “His people are up in the capital. I checked with the Imperial Trading Company’s office here and the Black Swan is due for a brief stop at dawn tomorrow before continuing north. I booked passage for Octavius’ body, his horse and an escort. One of my soldiers, Petronius, has some leave coming up in The Imperial City, so I’ll be sending him.” She turned to Antoine. “You there. Meet Petronius at the chapel early tomorrow with that mare. The plan is to use Ocatvius’ horse to carry his body down to the dock and load both onto the Black Swan at sunrise.”

Antoine met her gaze coolly. “I’ll do as you ask. This mare and her former rider deserve a smooth trip home.”

“Captain,” I said, “Antoine tells me Hans Black-Nail was recently murdered?”

“Nothing you citizens need concern yourselves with.” She began to turn, then paused and gave me a thin smile. “Once again, I appreciate your service to the Legion and will mention it in my report to Count Terentius.”

Mention of the name reminded me of my purpose in Bravil. I blurted, “Can you help me get an audience with the Count? It’s about the Oblivion Crisis.” When my words were met with an unreadable stare, I added hopefully, “I have a letter of introduction from Arch Mage Traven.”

“What does the Mages Guild have to do with the Oblivion Crisis?”

“It will take many disparate forces working together to defeat the foes that threaten Tamriel. My message is for Count Bravil however, not for the fine horses who populate our city’s stable. It does involve martial matters though, so I would ask that you attend as well.”

She slowly eyed me from ear tips to boots. “Very well. Report to the Count tomorrow morning at ten.” She then wheeled and left the stable.

After a few moments, Antoine grumbled, “Spittin’ on my floor and bossin’ me around like I was one o’ her guards. . . I hope horse hair makes her itch and sneeze.”

As soon as my fingers, deft from practice, had removed any tangles from Superian’s long mane and tail, I bid farewell to Antoine and made my way into the city.


Posted by: SubRosa May 6 2020, 04:48 PM

Using Welkynd Stones to illuminate the stable sounds much safer than flame-burning lanterns. It always amazes me that stables did not all burn down in the old world.

I would much rather eat curry than a pick. But you aren't supposed to smear it all over a horse! ohmy.gif wink.gif biggrin.gif

Great to hear from Button and Aetherius again!

I wonder who this mystery monk of the crossed Blades was? Baurus perhaps? Wait, Hans Black-Nail was murdered the same night he was in town? Me thinks Baurus thinned out the Mythic Dawn by one member.

The Black Swan would be a great name for a pirate ship. It would have to be captained by Natalie Portman of course.

The hospitality of the Bravil government seems somewhat lacking of late. What am I saying, of late? I doubt Buffy's mission in her home town will go as smoothly as it did in Leyawiin.

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 6 2020, 06:20 PM

Once again I am struck by our opposite views of certain guard captains. tongue.gif I do quite like how you portrayed Viera Lerus here, very Imperial and snooty (almost Altmeri) in her attitude towards the stable folks.

Baurus did cross my mind when I read Antoine's description of the monk, however there are plenty of other Redguards that match - Achille and Belisarius come to mind. Anyway, I look forward to hopefully learning the identity of the mysterious monk.

And I also look forward to Buffy's encounter with Count Terentius of Bravil!

And through all of this, I keep thinking - poor mare, having to lug the dead body all over the Niben!

Posted by: Lopov May 7 2020, 11:33 AM

Another mystery, this time involving the hooded monk and the death of a sleeper. Like others, I'm curious to what will follow. And I'm also curious to how Buffy's meeting with Terentius will go - he's probably the most vulgar Count in Cyrodiil and might turn to be an unpleasant negotiator.

Posted by: Grits May 11 2020, 01:23 PM

Great to hear that the Blades are getting things done in mysterious ways! Antoine made this scene sparkle. It was lovely to see Buffy caring for Superian. Ugh, Captain Lerus sure won’t be a friendly face at tomorrow’s meeting.

Posted by: ghastley May 11 2020, 01:54 PM

I get the impression that Hans Black-Nail might have raised suspicions before he was outed by the presence of the Blade, whoever that is. So Viera Lerus probably doesn't consider it a murder, as Antoine does.

Given the divergence of Buffy's story from the regular Champion one, almost any of the Blades will have to fulfill some of the roles from time to time. It could even be Jauffre. But Count Terentius won't have changed, or been replaced by a sleeper. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Acadian May 13 2020, 12:46 PM

Previously- Once in Bravil, Buffy ensured the Legion mare and her deceased rider were taken care of, earning the favor of the city’s guard commander. Buffy took the opportunity to ask the officer for (and receive) an appointment with Count Terentius for the following morning.

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SubRosa- I agree about stables and fire; it seem very natural in Buffy's magical world to use something other than flame to illuminate them at night. Thank you, as ever, for letting me use Button from Teresa fiction in Buffy fiction.

Rider- I hope to portray Viera as rather ‘gray’. She is indeed a bit snooty and has had to adapt/compromised somewhat to serve as guard captain for a lousy and demanding count. She will more or less stand up for Buffy from a Legion perspective when required though as we’ll see in a couple episodes. Though the mysterious Redguard Blade’s identity will remain a mystery, my hope was indeed that Baurus would come to mind. I chuckled when you said you were looking forward to Buffy’s encounter with Count Terentius – she is dreading it! Hee!

Lopov- We’ll definitely hear and see more about Mythic Dawn sleepers while in Bravil. Buffy will settle in and catch up with friends a bit in this next episode, then meet with Count Terentius in the episode following today’s. I hope the likely sparks will be worth the wait. tongue.gif

Grits- I’m so glad you enjoyed Antoine at the stable. As you know, Buffy loves her precious mare. happy.gif Though Buffy and Viera Lerus will never be pals, the guard captain will actually speak up somewhat for Buffy when it counts (no pun intended).

ghastley- I’m intentionally creating some questions that, for Buffy (and readers), will remain unanswered. Was the Redguard Blade Baurus? Was Viera’s ‘nothing citizens need concern themselves about’ attitude regarding Hans’ death simply reflective of her somewhat snooty/dismissive nature or did the Blade perhaps advise the city’s guard commander of his action as a law enforcement courtesy?

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Episode 22

“Buffy!” exclaimed the Bosmer as I breezed around the shop’s counter and into her arms. “I take it you’re done with whatever called you away to the University?”

I eased out of the embrace and took her hands. “I’m afraid not, Nilawen. My task just happily brings me home to Bravil for a brief time.”

“Does Daenlin know you’re in town?” she asked.

“He’s my next stop,” I replied. “Do you have any fresh flowers?”

Nilawen smiled. “Yes, take those.” She pointed to a lovely bouquet of tiger lilies and domica redwort filling a vase on her counter. “I just cut them from my back garden a couple hours ago. I’ll replace them in the morning.”

I fished out a couple silver pieces from my silk coin purse and pressed them into her hand. Plucking the flowers from their vase, I commented, “I noticed the Fighters Guildhall next door is dark as if no one’s there?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Tadrose stopped in a couple days ago to stock up on some supplies for the guild before they left. Apparently, her commander got word from Guildmistress Vilena Donton for the whole branch to report somewhere. She wouldn’t tell me where, or even when they might be back,” Nilawen lowered her voice even though we were alone in the shop, “but she bought several wolf pelts so my guess is somewhere cold.”

“Well, stuff me gently,” I mused aloud. “I leave for a few days and look what happens? The whole Fighters Guild ships out and Antoine tells me Hans Black-Nail was murdered!”

“Oh, that was just awful!”

“What exactly happened?” I asked.

“It’s very mysterious and the guards aren’t talking about it,” she replied. “Ask Daenlin. He was the first one there before any soldiers showed up.”

“Thanks for the flowers, Nilawen.”

My next stop was the Archers Paradox, which was as dark as the Fighters Guild. A spell unlocked the door and another illuminated the interior. Digging around in one of Daenlin’s cupboards, I found the vase I had given him several years ago, filled it with water and placed it on his sales counter. I then arranged the flowers – like arrows in a quiver - and slipped out of the shop. Yet another spell relocked the door. Knowing Daenlin to be a mer of habit, I had a good idea where to find him.

As the Lonely Suitor Lodge came into view, a smile grew across my face. Standing under the light of a street lantern just outside the tavern and rubbing his full belly was my archery master. I called out, “Can you walk a girl home?”

Daenlin braced himself and caught me as I flew into his arms. “Oomph! What a happy surprise! How long are you in town?”

“Not long.” I felt safe and contented within the embrace I had known since before I could walk. “No more than two or three days I expect.”

After a squeeze, the old Bosmer gently pushed me to arms length to inspect his apprentice. I recalled being no taller than his waist when he began my archery instruction. But now, I was fully grown and could see over his shoulders – the same shoulders I had ridden upon as a little elf. “Welcome home, Buffy, even if for too short a time. Are you headed to your guild then?”

I nodded and repeated my request. “Walk me home?”

“Of course.”

I took his offered arm in both of mine as we leisurely strolled across the bridge above the tributary that bisected the city on its way to the Niben, and began catching ourselves up on each other’s news. I was pleased that, when we reached the end of the bridge, Daenlin turned toward the Warlock’s Luck and castle instead of taking me directly to my guild. “Nilawen said you discovered the body of Hans Black-Nail. That must have been awful. What happened?”

“It was a little later than this time of night,” he began. “Hans left the Suitor while I lingered over an ale. Only a minute or two later, we all heard a brief ruckus outside. I was first through the door and there was Hans on the ground. His head lay several feet away from his body – cleanly severed. There was blood all over the ground of course.”

“Who killed him?” I queried.

“There was no sign of his killer so whoever it was must have been skilled enough to decisively dispatch Hans then quickly disappear - all in a matter of moments.”

“As healer,” I pondered aloud, “I’ve seen plenty of fatal neck injuries inflicted by swords but they’re usually quite messy. I should think it takes a superb blade in the hands of a highly proficient and strong warrior to cleanly decapitate a foe.” I remembered Antoine’s description of the mysterious katana-equipped Redguard who I suspected was a Blade, how his brief visit coincided with Hans’ death, and the warning Agronak had given me about Mythic Dawn cultists before I left the Arcane University. “Do you know if there was any sort of tome or scrolls in Hans’ belongings?”

The old mer stared at me for a moment. “Why yes. He had a book with him. Something about a mystic dawn or such. The guards took it as soon as they showed up. How did you know?”

“I fear it’s related to my current tasking by the guild.” I winced. “I-I’m afraid I can’t tell you much more.”

Daenlin stopped us. Placing a hand on each of my shoulders, he turned me to face him. “Buffy, what in Mara’s name have you gotten yourself into?”

“Someday I’ll tell you, as we enjoy a warm bowl of stew made with venison from a joint hunt. For now, just know that the Mythic Dawn is a cult of very dangerous people in league with Mehrunes Dagon. Hans’ death was the work of lawful agents of the Empire, not criminal assassins.” I pulled his arm comfortably around me against the evening’s chill and coaxed him toward my guild – and a lighter subject. “Has hunting been good the last few days, Master?”

Posted by: Renee May 13 2020, 01:38 PM

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. laugh.gif Oh by the way, a perfect arrow flies forever.

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“I’ve seen plenty of fatal neck injuries inflicted by swords but they’re usually quite messy. I should think it takes a superb blade in the hands of a highly proficient and strong warrior to cleanly decapitate a foe.”


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


Posted by: SubRosa May 13 2020, 05:57 PM

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. sad.gif

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? wink.gif laugh.gif

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

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 13 2020, 09:09 PM

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Hans’ death was the work of lawful agents of the Empire, not criminal assassins.
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!"

Posted by: macole May 13 2020, 11:03 PM

QUOTE(SubRosa @ May 13 2020, 11:57 AM) *

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

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

Posted by: Lopov May 18 2020, 11:57 AM

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.

Posted by: Acadian May 20 2020, 12:25 PM

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.

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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.

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Episode 23

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.

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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.

Posted by: SubRosa May 20 2020, 07:22 PM

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!

Posted by: Grits May 21 2020, 12:48 AM

Episode 22

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

*spits tea* laugh.gif “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. indifferent.gif

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! ohmy.gif

Posted by: Lopov May 21 2020, 06:59 PM

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.

Posted by: SubRosa May 21 2020, 09:22 PM

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

Posted by: Lopov May 22 2020, 09:48 AM

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

Posted by: SubRosa May 22 2020, 06:09 PM

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.

Posted by: Acadian May 27 2020, 12:39 PM

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.

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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. tongue.gif 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.

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Episode 24

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.

Posted by: ghastley May 27 2020, 02:03 PM

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

Posted by: macole May 27 2020, 05:27 PM

Cheers for Delphine!

Posted by: haute ecole rider May 27 2020, 06:00 PM

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

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!

Posted by: SubRosa May 27 2020, 06:37 PM

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! smile.gif

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?

Posted by: Lopov May 30 2020, 03:01 PM

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! laugh.gif Nice to see that he still retains his sanity.

Posted by: Acadian Jun 3 2020, 12:47 PM

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).

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Episode 25

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.”

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 3 2020, 01:44 PM

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She proclaimed, “Those foul creatures will think twice before they try again to tangle with Delphine Jend!”
and
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“Ahh, I love the smell of fire, frost and shock in the morning!”
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 -
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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.
- 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.

Posted by: Renee Jun 3 2020, 04:48 PM

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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


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. indifferent.gif


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.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 3 2020, 05:48 PM

Oh no, Delphine's clothes! ohmy.gif laugh.gif

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? wink.gif

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).

Posted by: Lopov Jun 3 2020, 07:40 PM

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

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.

Posted by: Grits Jun 5 2020, 06:12 PM

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.

Posted by: Acadian Jun 10 2020, 12:11 PM

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.

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~ Part 5 – Back to the University ~

Episode 26

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.

Posted by: Renee Jun 10 2020, 04:38 PM

Azura has manicured nails? blink.gif 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! laugh.gif That is great. Uh oh. Azura's voice is stern. Buffy's in BIG trouble again.

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“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?”


Yee, Buffy seems so wide-eyed at times!


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


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.




Posted by: SubRosa Jun 10 2020, 06:31 PM

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.

Posted by: ghastley Jun 10 2020, 08:43 PM

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. ohmy.gif

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 10 2020, 09:29 PM

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!

Posted by: Lopov Jun 12 2020, 10:15 AM

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.

Posted by: macole Jun 13 2020, 06:59 AM

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.

Posted by: Grits Jun 17 2020, 12:05 AM

“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?! biggrin.gif

Posted by: Acadian Jun 17 2020, 12:48 PM

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.

*

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.

* * *

Episode 27

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.

Posted by: Lopov Jun 17 2020, 01:41 PM

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. smile.gif

Posted by: ghastley Jun 17 2020, 03:21 PM

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

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.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 17 2020, 07:20 PM

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!

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 17 2020, 07:57 PM

QUOTE(Lopov @ Jun 17 2020, 08:41 AM) *

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.

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.

Posted by: Grits Jun 24 2020, 03:21 AM

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!

Posted by: Acadian Jun 24 2020, 12:32 PM

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.

*

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. tongue.gif

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.

* * *

Episode 28

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.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 24 2020, 04:34 PM

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 . . .

Posted by: Grits Jun 24 2020, 05:50 PM

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. wub.gif

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 24 2020, 07:04 PM

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

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.

Posted by: Lopov Jun 26 2020, 09:33 PM

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.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 26 2020, 09:35 PM

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

Posted by: Acadian Jul 1 2020, 11:55 AM

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.

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~ Part 6 – The Battle of Bruma ~

Episode 29

“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.

Posted by: Renee Jul 1 2020, 05:42 PM

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? blink.gif Oh no no no.... apparently there's been some miscommunication. nono.gif

Yeah, make sure she fills that waterskin.

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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.”


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.


Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 1 2020, 07:10 PM

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

This jumped out at me:

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I felt a bittersweet tinge as no butterfly joined me this sunrise.
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:
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Our job is to attrite as many Daedra as possible
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.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 1 2020, 08:56 PM

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.

Posted by: Lopov Jul 3 2020, 06:52 AM

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?

Posted by: Acadian Jul 8 2020, 12:31 PM

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.

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Episode 30

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.

Posted by: macole Jul 8 2020, 03:59 PM

Mazoga, there couldn't be a more fitting hero than Mazoga. Really did like this one. Martin's words were truly inspiring.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 8 2020, 07:24 PM

Martin is calling Dagon out into the street at high noon!

Your positioning of Buffy on the wall gives her (and us) and excellent position to observe what is happening in the fight. Buffy and the rest of Parwen's charges are clearly the heavy artillery/air support, decimating the enemy before they can reach the line. While the infantry are, well, the poor bloody infantry aren't they? It is actually much like my Pillars of Eternity battles went.


“Fire at will!” commanded Parwen.
Poor Will, everyone is always shooting at him! wink.gif


The grim situation and my exhaustion provided fertile soil for the poisonous vines of doubt and fear that insidiously tugged at my resolve.
The poisonous vines of doubt and fear was a wonderful turn of phrase.

Huzzah for the Orcs! One does not often see fantasy fiction where the Orcs save the day from the Dark Lord's evil hordes.

Buffy reminds me of Apollo now. Archer and healer. She has the power to both take lives and save them.

Posted by: ghastley Jul 8 2020, 09:17 PM

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Either the gates would close and we would win. . . or a siege crawler would emerge and we would likely perish

It only got through to me now, that the outcome of the crawler being half-way out, and getting destroyed by the process is the optimal third alternative. We never know if Dagon only has the one, and this is that same one from Kvatch, in which case Buffy has some extra satisfaction in revenge. It would certainly account for no further attempts.

I was glad to see you actually describe the battle outside. I note that Hazmick has chickened out, and let Haa-Rei go in. biggrin.gif


Posted by: Renee Jul 9 2020, 01:13 PM

"Self-replenishing quiver".... that seems to be an Elder Scrolls Online reference! Unless you had a mod in your Oblivion days.

Good lord, this is more like Game of Thrones, with all these waves of enemies coming through. Even so, it's surprising that eventually they do run short of replenishment Daedra. devilsmile.gif

Wait, why isn't she going in to the Great Gate? Oh I get it. Those orcs are going in. sad.gif Dang, I was hoping Buffy would save the world. One of my characters perished inside the Great Gate by the way, and I did not reload. Her game was infected by the A-bomb, and there was a door which would not open. indifferent.gif Clock ticking down.... etc. sad.gif


Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 9 2020, 03:10 PM

Ahh, the quandary we writers face when dealing with the conflict between the scope of a massive battle like that for Bruma and the limited perspective of our own characters. I have to admit when I wrote my version, I was strongly influenced by the Deeds of Paksenarrion and how Paks never knew what was going on except for the small slice of reality directly in front of her. That is why I had Martin designate her his sergeant of sorts, directing the distribution of troops, etc.

I had suspected your use of “attrite” was military jargon, and consistent with both the character uttering it and the context of the situation. I just wanted to confirm that it was so, and thank you for that confirmation.

I also liked that you told this battle from the outside, instead of from the inside. Having our glass cannon on the walls through out makes perfect sense.

I look forward to the healing/recovery sessions - I find them both a joy to write because they give us further insight into our characters, but also a grueling process, because our characters are in pain and grief. I wonder how Buffy will handle it. Probably better than Julian did!

Posted by: Lopov Jul 10 2020, 07:18 PM

Wow, what a tense episode that was! So riders from the north were the Knights of the White Stallion! Quite a contingent arrived to battle against the Daedra!

This episode was one of those that you just must read at once from the beginning to the end, because it makes you too curious what would happen next.

All hail Mazoga and Agronak, the Heroes of Bruma!

Posted by: Acadian Jul 15 2020, 12:13 PM

Previously- The arrival of Martin’s full army in Bruma, along with a taunting challenge issued to Mehrunes Dagon, worked as intended. Several Oblivion Gates, followed by a Great Gate opened. The desperate battle that followed was finally ended as Sirs Mazoga and Agronak successfully closed the Great Gate, emerging with their objective – a great sigil stone. Buffy headed for the chapel-turned-hospital to join healers and priests dealing with the casualties.

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macole- You are right that Mazoga makes for an imposing hero. One often admires and envies that which one can never aspire to attain. So it is with the mutual affection between Mazoga the intrepid warrior and Buffy the clever but frail mystic archer.

SubRosa- Buffy’s role during the actual battle seemed a natural for her skillset but you are right; it gave her a great vantage from which to share a fairly complete picture of events as they unfolded.

ghastley- Interesting theory that Dagon may only have one siege crawler and this one was reused from Kvatch. I do like to think that the big delay between Kvatch and the crisis really kicking off was that Dagon used that time to amass a large supply of sigil stones before kicking things into high gear.

Renee- You are right that Buffy’s self-replenishing quiver is a nod to ESO. Mazoga, like Xena, is a natural hero/champion type. Buffy is more like Gabriel – better suited to supporting the hero.

Rider- I recall Julian’s wonderful rendition of this battle. And who could forget Teresa’s spectacular aerial account? I’m so glad that the choices we made to portray it in Buffy’s story seem to have been effective.

Lopov- Though the Knights of the White Stallion were the lead element of Martin’s army, the bulk of his forces are Legion soldiers assigned from The Imperial City. Augmented of course by Blades, contingents from multiple cities and both guilds. Mazoga and Agronak make quite the pair as Martin’s champions.

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Episode 31

“I’m glad you’re here, Buffy,” welcomed Carahil. The Altmeri guildmagister from Anvil was both an effective leader and skilled healer. She was a perfect choice to coordinate our guild’s healing efforts with those of the city’s priests. Her face was drawn with exhaustion and, rather than an elegant gown, she wore a simple blue guild robe that was liberally stained with the blood of many patients. Her long blond hair, which I was used to seeing stylishly coifed, was simply restrained into a ponytail by a strip of bandage.

“It’s good to see you again, Guildmagister. How can I aid your task here?”

“Cassius Vinipter relayed Boderi’s notes on your abilities to me,” she replied. “I know you’re a skilled healer but I also know that you do so through an empathic bond with your patients. I understand it allows for superb diagnostic accuracy but your actual healing requires channeling a good deal of your patients’ pain into yourself. That type of healing will exhaust or kill you given the magnitude of our patient flow and severity of some of their wounds.” Before I could protest, she continued, “I want to optimize your abilities by having you take over our triage process. Establish your healing bond with a patient and evaluate their injuries. Then, pass along your assessment of the type healing and urgency required and move on to the next patient. I don’t have time to debate this right now, Buffy. Can you do it?”

“I’ll get started right away, Guildmagister.”

After assessing the wounds of several patients, and with more being carried in, I had to agree with Carahil. I was confident in the precision of my diagnoses, but actually healing the number of grievous wounds we were dealing with would have rapidly drained both my magicka and life force to the point of rendering me a liability. Better to let other mages use non-empathic restoration magic (which I had always struggled with) and for the priests to use their Divine-assisted abilities which included the chapel’s healing altar of Talos.

Though we lost some of our patients, we were able to save many more. Once all the wounded had been brought in, evaluated and were being cared for, Carahil allowed me to heal minor wounds and even block pain with illusion magic for some of the terminally injured.

After leaning or kneeling over so many patients, I stood to arch and stretch my back. From behind, a massive gauntleted hand engulfed my shoulder. I turned to look up at Sir Mazoga, her face streaked with soot and blood. She quickly assured me, “Agronak and I are uninjured.”

“You two were magnificent!” I said. “You saved an entire city.”

“We were all magnificent, Buff. Two knights died during the battle.” Mazoga looked around the chapel. “Sir Flavius asked me to check on three others who were wounded.”

“All three will fully recover,” I said. “They’re resting now but should be awake for visitors within an hour or two.”

“Thanks, Buff. Sir Flavius’ll be by to check on them later then. Martin has the final artifact now and can soon open a portal so me and Agronak can enter the domain of Mankar Camoran to retrieve the Amulet of Kings. He’ll then march on The Imperial City to be recognized by the Council and relight the Dragonfires.”

I reached up and touched her face. “Be careful, my friend, and I look forward to seeing you in The Imperial City.”

She stared at me for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed my forehead before turning and heading for the chapel door.

“Your job here is done, Buffy,” notified Carahil with a tired smile. “Thank you for the help. Your healing is certainly unique but I don’t know anyone who can diagnose injuries as well as you. Please check with Cassius Vinipter since he’s in charge of the guild’s overall effort here.”

“Thank you, Carahil. I’ll do that.”

The battlemage was easy to find near the city’s main gate. “Carahil has released me from the chapel and asked that I to report to you.”

“Welcome news indeed,” Cassius replied. “That must mean all the wounded have been seen and are being treated?”

“Aye. Carahil placed me in charge of the triage process and that’s complete now. We lost a few but saved many more. Some of the wounded will require several days of care and rest in the chapel before they’re ready to fight again.”

He nodded. “Hopefully, we’ve got at least a couple days before Martin’s ready to march south. He’s already asked several units to precede him to The Imperial City to bolster Legion preparations. If Mehrunes Dagon causes more trouble it will likely be there.”

“How can I help, Cassius?”

“Bruma’s guildmagister, Jeanne Frasoric, has already dispatched a magic courier dove to the University to let them know of our success here. I’d like you to head there directly and provide Boderi Farano a more detailed accounting, as well as update her on Martin’s plans.”

I glanced up briefly at the early afternoon sun. “I’ll leave within the hour.”

I stopped at Olav’s Tap and Tack to buy some traveling provisions and have my waterskin filled. While there, the door burst open and over a dozen Knights of the White Stallion strode in.

“Whiskey for my knights and beer for our horses!” boomed the Order’s Knight Commander. Despite the bravado of their entrance, the faces of the knights were grim.

“Well met, Sir Flavius,” I said, “Your knights made a decisive difference today and the three brought to us in the chapel should be ready for duty as early as tomorrow or, more likely, the day after. I’m so very sorry for the two you lost on the field of battle.”

“Your condolences are most welcome, Dame Buffy. I thank you and the other healers for the fine care our wounded received. Will you stay in Bruma long?”

I shook my head. “I’ll ride for the Arcane University within the hour. You?”

“Mazoga and Agronak will remain up in this area until they recover the Amulet of Kings. Martin has asked the rest of us to precede him to The Imperial City as soon as our wounded are ready to ride. He anticipates the next battle will be there.”

“I think he’s right,” I replied.

“Will you join us in a toast to our fallen before you ride?”

I noticed Olav had covered the bar with shot glasses of whiskey. “I’d be honored. Then I must be on my way.”

We all lifted a glass as Flavius loudly announced, “Divines, we entrust to your care the spirits of Sir Keld and Dame Elsbeth. They died with courage and honor that others might live. Ensure they enjoy a well-earned rest.”

“To fallen comrades,” soberly chorused the knights before we all downed our shots.

As I coughed, sputtered and my eyes watered from the whiskey, Flavius gently clapped me on the back a couple times. A chuckle escaped his lips before he could say, “Safe travels, Milady.”

“You as well, Milord,” I managed to hoarsely reply before slipping out the door. Once outside I cast a spell to remove the fire in my throat and forestall the whiskey’s likely effects on the mind of an elf with an otherwise empty stomach and scant body weight of six stone. I quickly recovered then whispered, “Superian, I need you.” The spirit of my precious mare flowed from within and quickly took physical form. After an affectionate greeting, I mounted and we rode out of the city.

We passed a sizable contingent of soldiers also leaving Bruma. They too were headed south, for The Imperial City, they informed me. It was a reminder that, though this battle was behind us, the war would not be over until the Dragonfires in the Temple of the One were relit. At a glance from me, Kitsune teleported herself to her customary spot in front of my lap. I then urged Superian into a sustainable canter and we quickly outdistanced the soldiers. I hoped to make the Arcane University before dark.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 15 2020, 05:38 PM

Carahil has taken off her elegant gown and gotten down to the dirty business of saving lives I see. One might easily think her a snob from first meeting her. But here you show that there is more to her than rules and creating a pretty picture of elven perfection.

Even as Carahil was reviewing Buffy's healing abilities, I was thinking triage would be ideal for her. And there it was.

It looks like Buffy will be seeing more of Sir Flavius in the Imperial City. I am sure her visit there will be nice and quiet! wink.gif

Clever of Buffy to have an anti-alcohol spell! January might want to learn one of those some day.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 15 2020, 07:56 PM

I loved this episode for the way the aftermath was handled. As a medical professional, I might have handled the chapel scene with Carahil a little bit differently, but well done! Brings to mind scenes of field hospitals from the American Civil War . . .


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLrs5hq3q3k Indeed! Let's not forget those gallant four legged partners!

My internal editor's broken out of his gimp outfit long enough to complain about

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Glancing down at Kitsune, she teleported to her spot in front of my lap.
He insists that this is confusing, as it seems to be first Buffy as the subject, then Kitsune as the subject, in the same sentence. I would diplomatically interject that perhaps you might consider rewriting this as
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I glanced down at Kitsune, who teleported herself to her spot in front of my lap.
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At a glance from me, Kitsune teleported herself to her customary spot in front of my lap.


Overall, I continue to enjoy Buffy's version of Oblivion Crisis events! It makes me want to get that downloadable copy of Oblivion from the Bethsoft store and get it up and running on my Bootcamp alongside Skyrim!

Posted by: Lopov Jul 18 2020, 06:59 PM

Carahil is a good and passionate doctor, especially if she doesn't mind her outfit getting dirty. I wouldn't trust a doc with a too clean uniform. wink.gif

Looks like that Buffy is very good at triage among others! goodjob.gif

Was Lothran at Olav's too? I assume not. mellow.gif

Soon it'll be over for Mankar Camoran and his family, I don't doubt that Mazoga & Agronak will defeat him. Looks like that Buffy will already be in the Imperial City, when Mehrunes himself will visit the Nirn.

Posted by: Grits Jul 22 2020, 02:48 AM

Episode 29: My favorite detail in this calm before the storm was that the Oblivion Gates would take care of the sunrise glare problem. I felt I was right there with Buffy and Kitsune throughout.

Episode 30: I love that Buffy forgot Jauffre’s name. After all, a lot has happened in her life since she left his company, none of it having to do with him! Buffy’s position on the wall gave us a great view of the battle, and it made perfect sense for her to be there. I was breathless from Martin’s speech until Sirs Mazoga and Agronak emerged with the stone. I absolutely loved it! Buffy’s poisonous vines of doubt and fear tugged at me as well, though I was pretty sure she would survive. tongue.gif Huzzah! What an episode!

Episode 31: Excellent to see Carahil in work clothes and a ponytail. What she preaches in Anvil, she puts into practice here. Astute of her to keep Buffy from burning herself out. I’m sure Buffy did more for the wounded by moving them through triage than she could have by healing a few herself.

I reached up and touched her face. “Be careful, my friend, and I look forward to seeing you in The Imperial City.”

She stared at me for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed my forehead before turning and heading for the chapel door.


What a warm and lovely moment, but I can’t help but feel one of those troublesome vines of dread.

Buffy’s sober-up spell is my new favorite! I adore her practical magic. Superian passing the soldiers was the perfect way to end this significant series of events while moving toward what happens next. Wow!

Posted by: Acadian Jul 22 2020, 10:54 AM

Previously- After the Battle for Bruma, Buffy performed triage duty in support of the healers and priests at the chapel. Once her tasks there were complete, she was asked to return to the University and update Boderi Farano on the situation in Bruma and Martin’s current plans.

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SubRosa- It was encouraging to hear that Carahil’s comments about Buffy’s skills successfully foreshadowed her assignment to triage duty. That shot of whiskey would have been quite the shock to Buffy’s small and unaccustomed system without a bit of arcane intervention. laugh.gif

Rider- ‘Whiskey for my knights and beer for our horses’ came to mind when I first created Sir Flavius and his role as White Stallion Knight Commander. It just took this far into the book to find a place where we could work it in. tongue.gif Thank you for your insightful ideas to help clarify that sentence about Kitsune’s positioning – I gratefully used one of your recommended alternatives.

Lopov- As Carahil rather concisely described, the nature of Buffy’s healing is both a blessing and curse. It will quite dramatically take center stage again late in the book.

Grits-As ever, thanks for highlighting some of the details that you found memorable. You are quite astute to note that the tender moment shared by Buffy and Mazoga before they parted does indeed foreshadow a great challenge ahead for all three of them. But it is from just such crucibles that paladins are born.

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All- Now on to the final six episodes of our book, which will usher in a new era – both for Tamriel and for Buffy.

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~ Part 7 – Dawn of a New Era ~

Episode 32

After a much-needed bath and warm dinner I made my way to the University’s chapel. I knew I would see Boderi the following morning and that she would ask if I had yet declared to the Divines my desire to become a paladin.

This time of night the small chapel was deserted. Nine altars – each with a lamp burning above it – lined the walls. I lowered myself to one knee in the center of the chapel. Remembering what Boderi had told me, I said, “Divines, I hope you can hear my words. Both Acadian and Boderi Farano are your paladins and believe that my path may include such service to you. Azura concurs, and has lifted her spiritual warding that my heart will be open to you. I am but a small wood elf and no stranger to fears and self-doubts. Yet I believe I know the difference between good and evil and which of those sides I’m on. If called by you to serve as a paladin, I will embrace and try to live up to the role.”

Though subtle, it was unmistakable – all nine lamps briefly brightened. They had heard me! For the first time in my life, certainty about the Nine entered my heart. That was enough for now.

The following morning, after a hearty breakfast of porridge and sausage in the University’s dining room, I joined Boderi in her parlor and we shared a pot of bergamot tea. I provided details of what had occurred in Bruma and told her what I knew of Martin’s plans.

After she asked, and I answered, her questions regarding utilization and performance of our mages, she changed the subject. “Have you notified the Nine of your willingness to serve as a paladin if called?”

“Yes, just last night in our chapel here. Their response was subtle but I know they heard me!”

Boderi smiled approvingly. “Should there come a time when they decide to bestow the powers of a paladin upon you, be assured there will be nothing subtle about it and no doubt in your mind that you have been called.”

“Boderi, what are our plans should Dagon interfere with Martin relighting the Dragonfires?”

“The guild’s contingent under Cassius Vinipter that served in Bruma remains in direct support of Martin until he is recognized as Emperor by the Council and relights the Dragonfires. You are assigned to me for now. Our task, along with the rest of the staff here, is to protect the University, its students, and our priceless archives that contain the written wisdom of mages dating back to Vanus Galerion, Shalador and beyond. Not to mention the Orrery and dangerous artifacts we store. The damage our relics and resources could wreak in the hands of Dremora mages and Mythic Dawn cultists is unimaginable.” Boderi then stood. “Well, I’m sure we both have arrangements to make. Then the waiting begins.”

My next stop was the guild’s bank. I had been sending proceeds to my account there from trinkets or artifacts that I had sold – most notably the sigil stones that I had pulled from Oblivion Gates. Surprised at how large my balance had become, I made arrangements to send over half of it to Countess Odalys Goldwine in Kvatch. The fellow widow had provided both kindness and wise counsel after my loss of Savlian and I liked to think that the time we spent together sharing our grief was of some benefit to her as well. I knew the materials and artisans needed to finish rebuilding her city required plenty of gold.

Returning to the chapel, I spent some time with the University’s Priest of the Nine, learning more about each of the Divines. As far as who I hoped might sponsor me should I be chosen as a paladin, I had my own ideas but figured they knew the best fit better than I.

I then joined Superian down in the Valley of Horses. After a leisurely ride in the valley, I groomed my mare while briefing Thernd on the situation and potential threat to the city.

After a thoughtful draw from his pipe the old stablemaster said, “Though this valley o’ horses be the love o’ me life, I figure it be o’ little interest to a Lord o’ the Daedra. Leastaways I be hopin’ so.”

“I’m sure you’re right, Thernd,” I replied while checking the last of my mare’s hooves. “Nevertheless, I’m going to carry Superian within me as a spirit until this is over. One less horse for you to worry about and if I need to quickly reach the city her speed will be more accessible to me.”

“I’d like ta see just how ye call this mighty mare into such a wee elf – if ye don’t mind me watchin’.”

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. I nodded my head as a signal to Acadian.

’Vensahliz, I need you,’ was his silent incantation.

Superian evaporated into a pale blue-white vapor that sought my open hand and flowed up my arm. I closed my fingers to finish absorbing her spirit. “She is safely within me now,” I announced.

Thernd let out a low whistle as he stared at me. “I seen some magicks over me decades wi’ the University, lass, but that. . . .” His words trailed off as he slowly shook his head.

“It’s a . . . complicated story but there are times when it certainly comes in handy.”

“Aye. That I can imagine.”

Posted by: Lopov Jul 22 2020, 12:37 PM

A calm story, which serves as an interlude, I guess, before the coming storm.

I really liked the scene as Buffy addressed the Divines, and all lamps briefly brightened. I hope that the Divine(s) will sponsor her before the upcoming battle.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 22 2020, 08:02 PM

Well there it is, Buffy made the plunge into Paladin territory. Now it is just a matter of the Divines fighting it out to see who gets to make her their paladin. biggrin.gif Well, maybe not quite. But I do suspect that Kynareth and Mara both have a vested interest in her. My money is on Kyne, as Buffy seems more intent upon preserving the lives that currently exist, rather than making new ones.

Now we see the plans of Buffy and the Mages Guild. It is nice to see that in your writing - unlike in the game - they and Martin are expecting Dagon to make one last throw of the die before Martin can relight the dragonfires.

January wishes she could absorb her motorcycle into her! smile.gif

Posted by: Renee Jul 23 2020, 05:28 PM

I see. Unlike Gabrielle, Buffy wouldn't disobey orders. If Mazoga or Xena told Buffy "stay here, do NOT follow" Buffy would probably comply. Unlike Gabby, who'd always be getting into trouble as she refused to follow Xena's directions. laugh.gif

Buffy's process for healing others is similar to Blood Raven's in SubRosa's story, eh? She takes their pain, and releases it. It's what she tried to do when she met Aravi, right?

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I don’t have time to debate this right now, Buffy. Can you do it?”


I love that. "I don't have time to debate... " maybe Buffy doesn't always follow orders so succinctly as I thought. In fact, thinking of her personality, there are times she'll follow her own guidance, I'd imagine. Not for something so serious as the aftermath of battle, though. nono.gif

She casts a spell to clear her whisky burn. devilsmile.gif That would be nice.


[quote]Though subtle, it was unmistakable – all nine lamps briefly brightened[/quote ]

That is nice, too. It's something which (if it happened on Earth) would be known only to the praying. You can't prove it to anyone else who wasn't there.

That's good she is giving money to Kvatch. It's funny how money works in these games. Lady Saga for instance, she's always saving it with her horse, and then eventually she takes what she can back to her village in Valenwood. She never puts it in Cyrodiil's bank. Renee Gade III on the other hand, has most of her money in the bank. It's never more than 20,000 or so. She's constantly running highs and lows, black, then red, as she's the one in charge of upkeep of her party's gear, paying taxes on her homes, buying some fancy new armor at Goddess Store, or an expensive new sword which she MUST have, and so on. biggrin.gif Eventually she has some sort of crisis, and next thing I know she's removing thousands from her savings-gained-from-interest. But it sounds like Buffy is doing better than any of mine.

Superian removed from this world via magic. I wonder how the fight with Dagon shall play out. devilsmile.gif


Posted by: ghastley Jul 24 2020, 05:57 PM

Hmm ...

The evidence so far points to "Paladin of the Nine". After all, if they can have Temples of the Nine, why not?

Or is this a case, of "you choose" "No, you choose"?

At least we know it's not Mehrunes Dagon.

Posted by: macole Jul 24 2020, 07:11 PM

Paladin of the Nine does have a nice ring of authority to it. Maybe enough to put all the Valandrus Abor's in their place.

Posted by: Grits Jul 27 2020, 12:03 PM

That quiet moment in the chapel feels like the dawn of a new era for Buffy as she has her first un-Azura-warded chat with the Nine. The door is open now, I wonder who will step through it.

I hope Thernd is right! It was nice to see the Mages Guild anticipating the next fight. They do have a lot of neat artifacts in their vaults, including Buffy’s various contributions. I guess some daedra might want their stuff back!

Posted by: Acadian Jul 29 2020, 12:09 PM

Previously- After returning to the University, Buffy declared to the Divines her desire to become a paladin. The following morning, she and Boderi discussed the guild’s plan to deal with possible interference by Mehrunes Dagon during Martin’s anticipated coronation and relighting of the Dragonfires. While a sizable contingent of mages remains in direct support of Martin, Buffy’s tasking is to help Boderi and the school’s remaining staff protect the University, its relics and students.

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Lopov- Yes, now that Buffy has declared her intent, she hopes Azura’s trust that the Nine would ‘step up to the task’ happens sooner rather than later. Thanks for noting the lamps brightening; I thought it was a nice, tangible sign that the Divines heard Buffy as well as a reference to the Order of the Lamp.

SubRosa- As at Kvatch and Bruma, Buffy is an essential but supporting character operating on the periphery. In this case, part of the University’s defense plans. Mara or Kynareth as a sponsor for Buffy is a tough choice but, fortunately, either Divine would suit her well. Though Buffy can indeed absorb Superian, January can pick the Stormcycle up and carry it around!

Renee- Buffy’s nature is more follower than leader and she’ll readily support a good leader. When faced with a poor leader, she has gotten rather skillful about tactfully coaxing things in a direction more to her liking. When working closely with Savlian Matius, she observed firsthand the heavy mantle of leadership he carried and gained an appreciation for how important good followers are to help reduce that burden.

ghastley- I do suspect at this point there are some interesting discussions among the Nine about what to do with the little would-be paladin. I know I have certainly wrestled mightily with the decision. Fortunately, there are two really superb matches and either would be a good call.

macole- I guess a Paladin of the Nine would be about the same thing as the Knights of the Nine. A most worthy concept; alas, Buffy will only get one sponsor. tongue.gif

Grits- I’m glad the need to prevent the University’s arcane relics from falling into the hands of Dagon’s minions came through well. Thanks for mentioning that many of those relics were provided to the University by Buffy. During drafting of that part I toyed with mentioning it and am glad you were thinking along the same lines. Which Divine will answer Azura’s challenge and step through the door that Buffy has opened will soon dominate the last few episodes of this book.

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Episode 33

The following morning, Arch Mage Traven called a meeting with the University’s senior staff and instructors in his office. When Boderi emerged, she pulled me aside. “We just received word from Bruma’s guildmagister via magical courier dove that Martin and his army began their march to The Imperial City last night. We expect their arrival within a few hours. The Arch Mage has dispatched an apprentice to the Imperial Council chambers to serve as our eyes and ears. By using the direct portal between the Arch Mage’s quarters and the Council chambers, that apprentice will be able to keep us informed in a timely manner of any significant developments within the city.”

“Remember,” I said hopefully, “I have a fast horse that I can magically recall and quickly reach anywhere in the city where my bow, spells or even a scouting report may be needed.”

Boderi replied patiently, “Buffy, I know you want to be in the middle of things alongside Sirs Mazoga and Agronak, but Martin is well-protected and I need you here. I will bear your offer and capabilities in mind as things develop though.”

I sighed. “As you say, Boderi.”

The waiting began.

Everyone was on edge – unsure what to expect but hoping we were ready for anything. It would certainly be no surprise if Mehrunes Dagon attempted to somehow thwart Martin’s plans. I paced uneasily atop the University’s front wall.

A clerk finally came by passing the word. “Martin’s just entered the city. He’s on his way to the Imperial Council chambers.”

I looked toward The Imperial City, even though its southern wall obscured my view of the districts within. I knew Martin’s plan was to obtain Council recognition as Emperor by donning the Amulet of Kings, then proceed to the Temple of the One and relight the Dragonfires.

My thoughts were interrupted as a streak of red lightening ripped across the sky, passing close to the White Gold Tower. A moment later the sound of thunder reached my long ears. Soon, more jagged spears of red light angrily crisscrossed the darkening sky. I knew an Oblivion sky when I saw it and was not surprised to see a small orange glow rise above the walls which likely meant an Oblivion Gate had opened within the city. I was surprised, however, to see that first glow joined by three more. Then rapidly several more!

“Boderi be damned!” I whispered aloud. “I’m a skilled Daedra fighter and need to be in that city alongside Mazoga and Agronak!” My feet had barely begun to move when the ground shook and an Oblivion Gate opened right behind me inside the University’s outer courtyard. One hand dove into the mage pouch at my waist and emerged with bow and quiver. I was grateful to be up on the wall. The gate was less than a stone’s throw from me and I could feel waves of dry heat rippling up from its fiery maw. As the portal brightened somewhat, I cast a swirl of emerald magic to greet the first wave of Daedra. Several scamps and a clannfear viciously turned on each other. By the time I congratulated the last standing Daedra with a mortal arrow, I had been joined by a pair of battlemages.

Another Oblivion Gate opened beyond the Arch Mage’s lobby - within the inner courtyard. Other mages would have to deal with that one, but I was confident that the small group of us here could manage this one. I felt a pang of guilt for doubting Boderi’s wisdom as I cast another illusion to greet the next wave of Daedra. This time I had help from the battlemages. As our foes battled each other below, waves of frost slowed their movement and bolts of arcane lightning speeded their demise.

I spared a glance back over one shoulder toward the White Gold Tower and could see numerous pillars of ember-laden smoke rising from the city. I imagined Martin and his forces – including my dear orcish friends – were battling their way to the Temple of the One in order to light the Dragonfires and close all these gates in a desperate race against time.

The glow of numerous types of spells from the inner courtyard assured me that the threat there was being capably addressed. My position was joined by an instructor and his small class of students who were eager to use their new staves and spells. The quartermaster sent water, magicka potions and soul gems.

I considered entering the portal below me to close it, but just as quickly rejected the idea. We could hold our own for now but there were just too many open gates across the city to close each one individually. If Martin could not seal Nirn from Oblivion, thereby closing them all at once, it would remain a standoff that favored our foes – for Dagon could summon endless hordes of Daedra. Just how many sigil stones had he been able to amass since Savlian and I closed that first gate at Kvatch?

As another emerald swirl left my hand to welcome our next wave of foes, the portal’s flame and its emerging Daedra, were suddenly pulled back into the Deadlands and the gate collapsed. My spell passed harmlessly into the pile of stone teeth now on the ground. The lack of an orange glow above the inner courtyard’s wall indicated that gate had closed as well. I wheeled toward the city. Indeed, I could see plenty of rising residual smoke but no telltale glows indicating open gates. My hopes were confirmed as growing patches of brilliant blue quickly banished the dark Oblivion sky.

A cheer of relief rose up. We then began healing minor wounds, recharging weapons and wondering what exactly had transpired inside the city.

I moved down into the outer courtyard. There I met Boderi Farano just as she approached from the Arch Mage’s lobby. She announced loudly for all nearby to hear, “The portal in the Arch Mage’s quarters has gone dim. That means its counterpart inside the Imperial Council chambers is either damaged or destroyed. It also explains why we’ve not heard from the apprentice stationed there to keep us apprised.”

“Boderi,” I said, “if it will help, I can recall my mare and quickly find out what’s going on in the city.”

As she was evaluating my suggestion, a mage still atop the front wall cried out, “A rider approaches!”

Imperial battlemages opened the gate. A lathered bay horse and its Legion rider entered the courtyard and drew to a stop.

Before the rider could speak, I heard a nearby voice. “I’m Raminus Polus, Headmaster of the University. What news do you bring?” I hadn’t noticed him arrive.

I quietly asked a student to fetch a bucket of water for the exhausted bay, then offered my waterskin to the rider.

The soldier waved off my offer and breathlessly reported, “Martin turned into the giant dragon of Akatosh himself, defeated Mehrunes Dagon then turned to stone – still in the form of a dragon! The Dragonfires are not lit, yet all the Oblivion Gates closed when Dagon fell. The Imperial Council is in emergency session trying to figure out what all that means for the Empire.”

After a few seconds of silence, as everyone tried to make sense of the soldier’s incredulous report, I could hold my tongue no longer. “Have you news of the pair of orcish knights escorting Martin?”

“Aye,” the rider replied. “Without them, Martin never would have made it to the Temple of the One and all would have been lost. Those two orcs led the attack against Mehrunes Dagon and actually held off the Lord of Destruction long enough for Martin to join with Akatosh and finish the battle! Sir Mazoga seemed uninjured but Sir Agronak suffered grievous wounds. They’re both still at the Temple.”

I immediately recalled Superian and glanced at Boderi as I mounted. Though she could not have deterred me, I was relieved to see a nod of concurrence.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 29 2020, 04:37 PM

Oh no! Is Sir Mazoga doomed to suffer the same fate as Buffy? I hope not, once is enough!

Though to be fair, in war there are dozens, if not hundreds, such fates . . .

I really enjoyed this perspective of the ultimate showdown in the IC - just as I had the one in the TF (which still stands in my mind as one of the highlights of that tale). It was a wise call making our glass cannon NOT the Champion of Cyrodiil, but letting the outstanding secondary NPC's that litter the landscape of Cyrodiil have their moment in the light.

Likewise, it was excellent pointing out that there was no point in exhausting oneself closing this one Gate when there are so many others, and more opening besides.

I'd be very interested in seeing how you handle the aftermath of this. I have no doubt it will be as well done as your version of Bruma.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 30 2020, 01:29 AM

I like the magical courier doves for relaying information.

Buffy reminds me of a race horse champing impatiently at the bit, waiting for the gates to swing open so she can plunge forward and do what she does best.

Red lightning and thunder. That is not Stormcrow...

Gates everywhere! Now it is time for Buffy to do what she does best.

It's Raminus Polus! Teresa remembers him from when she was a child.

Oh noes! We all knew the fate that awaited Martin, and his sacrifice. But Agronak too! Like Buffy, I cannot wait to see how things will turn out!

As Haute noted, it is nice to see a version of this tale where the protagonist is not the Champion of Cyrodiil, but rather a peripheral character seeing it all through their eyes.

Posted by: Lopov Aug 2 2020, 07:48 PM

It's interesting reading about the big final battle from Buffy's perspective, where's not the one that would be responsible for the greatest success, but instead played a side role, though an important one nonetheless.

I hope that Agronak won't succumb to his wounds.

Like others, I'm curious to read about what follows.

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I felt a pang of guilt


A new word learned - a pang.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 5 2020, 12:16 PM

Previously- Shortly after Martin’s forces entered The Imperial City, Oblivion Gates opened throughout the city, including the Arcane University. As Buffy fought to control Daedra inside the University, the Oblivion Gates suddenly all closed. A Legion rider brought an incredible report of Akatosh’s intervention to banish Dagon. When Buffy heard that Sir Agronak had suffered grievous wounds, she immediately recalled Superian with the intent of racing to the aid of her friends.

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Rider- You are astute to immediately recognize Buffy’s fear that Mazoga could join her as a widow is very real. Indeed, it will take center stage in today’s episode. I’m deeply appreciative to you and Buffy’s other Chorrol friends for embracing the fact that Buffy’s nature doesn’t really lend itself to being the Hero or Champion.

SubRosa- Thanks for your endorsement of the guild’s magical courier doves. I envision them as enchanted scrolls that, once quilled, turn into a courier dove for delivery, then back into a scroll for the recipient to read. I’m glad Buffy’s impatience and frustration at not being with Mazoga and Agronak came through, even though Boderi’s use of her was tactically sound. We’ll learn Agronak’s fate today as Buffy struggles to keep him alive.

Lopov- As an emotional elf who spills everything she knows, thinks or feels into her journal, it can be a challenge maintaining some ‘mystery’ to our story. I have found that the limitations imposed by our rather strict first person perspective actually help solve the problem. Buffy can only share what she sees or knows. She is therefore full of questions about how Martin was able to defeat Dagon – a side effect of her role defending the University. Right now though, her heart is gripped with panic over the condition of her friend’s mate.

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Episode 34

Bracing myself for the acceleration I knew Superian was capable of, I leaned forward in the saddle and whispered, “Speed.”

The mighty mare exploded through the University’s open gate and thundered across the bridge that passed over the Valley of Horses toward The Imperial City. Upon seeing us approaching from the University at a furious pace, the guard at the northern end of the bridge swung open his doors. We raced into the Arboretum District and veered left. The sight of the rapidly approaching mare also inspired the Temple District guard to open his gate. I paid scant attention to the giant dragon of gray stone protruding through the Temple of the One’s damaged roof. A flying dismount landed me on the steps of the Temple and I sprinted through its missing door.

I found the orcs together. Mazoga was seated on the floor, back against the wall. The unconscious Agronak lay face up, head cradled in the arms of his mate. Their weaponry, gauntlets and helms were strewn about nearby.

Kneeling beside them was a guild mage that I recognized from our healing efforts at Bruma, likely still assigned to our detachment in support of Martin. Recognition flashed between us and she subtly shook her head. “I’ll ease his pain if he awakens but, given the severity of his wounds, there is little more my restoration spells can do. None of the Temple’s priests survived to assist.”

“I’d like to try,” I said quietly.

“Please do,” she implored and moved aside. “Sir Mazoga sustained only minor injuries and I will mend those while you tend to her mate.”

I knelt by pair of knights, noting that Agronak was still breathing.

“Buff, I. . . think we won?”

“We did indeed, Zoga.”

I then laid both hands upon Agronak and established the intimate bond of healing between us. I resisted the urge to recoil at the magnitude of the damage I detected. His entire body had been battered as if thrown or kicked against a stone wall by Mehrunes Dagon himself. The big bone of his left upper leg was broken midway between hip and knee but, thankfully, the nearby large artery was intact. Numerous broken ribs had pierced several internal organs, including one lung.

I allowed the bond to fade, then looked at Mazoga. “His wounds are very serious, dear friend. I need a few moments to prepare myself before I attempt to heal him.”

Her glistening eyes contrasted sharply with the fearsome tusked features of her blood and soot-streaked face. “Thank you, my pal. If anyone on Nirn can save him, I know it’s you.”

Still kneeling, I bowed my head. Less than a year ago I had held my brave Savlian as he lay dying in my arms from equally serious wounds. My magicks proved insufficient to heal him and I lost the love of my life. But that was then.

This was now, however. Azura had removed her spiritual warding from me and I had opened my heart to the Nine. “Divines, I cannot do this alone,” I said softly. “I ask that you channel your awesome power through this humble elf that I might heal this man and save his mate from the same widow’s fate that I endure.” Azura had been confident that the Nine would ‘step up to the task’ and so I must be confident as well. “Acadian, I need your strength also. Are you with me on this?”

No hesitation preceded words that only I could hear, ’Now and forever, my elf.’

I retrieved the two restore magicka elixirs that I carried in the enchanted satchel at my waist, uncorked them and placed both on the ground next to me. Taking a deep breath, I laid both hands upon Agronak again and allowed my magic to flow between us.

I began by aligning and mending one rib at a time to prevent further damage. Knitting together the tear in his lung was next in order to improve his breathing. The pain I was absorbing was beginning to make me nauseous and my magicka was depleting faster than I could regenerate it. I slowed down to help manage both challenges. Some of his internal organs were different than mine but, with the intimate bond between us, I had no trouble figuring out their function and what was needed to restore them. My own pain and magicka management continued to plague the process. I quickly gulped down one of my potions. It did nothing for the waves of pain I was absorbing from Agronak but it did give me a temporary surge of magicka.

My buckskins grew heavy with sweat and my body was beginning to silently scream in protest. Slowing down more helped, but I was still using too much magicka to continue much longer. I knew the cuts, burns, bruises and – as long as he was not moved - even his broken leg could wait. He could not long survive with the remaining damage to his internal organs though. My slow pace further endangered his chances.

I managed to painfully labor on but still too slowly. Soon, I felt Agronak’s life force weakening and realized I was in serious danger of losing him before I could complete the more essential repairs to his damaged body.

Fighting panic, I downed my last potion and accelerated the pace, gritting my teeth against the increased pain. I was making progress but the quicker tempo was also depleting my magicka faster.

Determined that Mazoga was not going to join me as a widow, I continued my work and made the decision to augment Agronak’s faltering life force with my own. Whatever it took, I would either save this man or perish in the attempt.

When I felt a subtle increase in my magicka reserves and decrease in my own pain, I realized that Acadian was now blending his magicka with mine and his spirit was bolstering my life force. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop the whimpers of pain that soon began to escape my lips.

I felt Mazoga’s large hand on my shoulder but her voice sounded far away, “Buff, you’re killing yourself! I know you’ve tried your best but some wounds are beyond mortal healing. I can’t lose you and Agronak both. Let him go.”

“Do not interfere!” The force behind my words surprised me. “I will not let you lose your mate the way I lost mine!”

Barely noticing when my trusting friend removed her hand, I desperately continued to slowly heal Agronak each time my now depleted magicka regenerated enough to allow it. Despite Acadian adding his resources to mine, everything – our magicka, spiritual force and even life itself was fading. The pain was causing me to tremble now and I was whimpering almost steadily. My vision had lost color and closed in so all I could really see was my hands upon Agronak. I somehow managed to whisper, “We may die trying, Acadian, but I do not regret the attempt.”

’We’re not dead yet, Buffy,’ was his telepathic response.

Suddenly, I heard a woman’s voice that came from both within and all around me. It was gentle but echoed with power. ’Your valiant and selfless efforts to heal this knight at your own peril shall not be in vain. The ancient paladin who dwells within you knows me as the Goddess of war and sky. To the tribes of your Cloud Dancer Clan who live in the Tall Trees of Valenwood, my domain is the forest and sky above. From this day forth, the power of the Divines will flow through you and you shall be called Paladin of Kynareth.’

I was illuminated by an aura of pure white and realized that I was the source, not the target, of the light.

My pain eased and clarity returned to my mind and vision. Depleted magicka began to rapidly replenish. The abundant power now coursing through the bond between Agronak and I was not mine, but the breath of Kynareth herself. Not only did it augment my magicka and reinforce my healing skill, but a good portion of the pain flowing back from Agronak was now being shared by the Sky Goddess herself. With the distraction of excessive pain significantly eased and abundant fuel for my healing, I was able to quickly mend the orc’s remaining internal injuries, his broken leg and even the numerous burns, cuts and bruises.

As I let the healing bond fade, I realized I was still emanating Divine light. Intuitively I knew how to dispel this new power and did so. “Thank you, My Lady,” I whispered.

Agronak stirred, then opened his eyes. After a few moments of testing his limbs, and with a bit of help from his powerful mate, I was amazed to see him slowly get to his feet.

I was then pulled to my own feet and swallowed between two giants in a three way embrace for several long and wonderful moments.

“Easy, brave knight,” I said. “With much Divine help, you are healed but your body has suffered a great deal. I expect you need several days of rest.” I smiled at Mazoga and added, “And I know just the knight to make sure you follow your healer’s orders.”

A messenger interrupted us. “Sir’s Mazoga and Agronak, I bring news from the Imperial Council. It is my pleasure to inform you that they have declared you both Champions of Cyrodiil, Order of the Dragon. Only six heroes before you have received that honor in the history of the Empire. Chancellor Ocato is in the Council Chambers and requests the pleasure of briefly congratulating you before you take some much needed rest.”

Both orcs looked at me.

“Keep it brief,” I admonished, “and congratulations.”

Mazoga took my hands and looked down into my eyes. A tear tracked downward through the soot and blood on her right cheek. “Buff. . . there’s no words. . . . without you. . . how can I ever -“

I interrupted her faltering voice. “Your eyes and heart tell me everything, dear friend. Cherish him for many years to come.”

She nodded, then both orcs gathered their equipment from the ground. I watched as the mighty pair headed for the Council’s chambers.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 5 2020, 04:49 PM

*Sniff* Well, that made me cry - both in dread as Buffy/Acadian gave their *mortal* all to save Argonak, and in relief when Kyne (not surprised. At. All.) stepped up and claimed Buffy for her own. I always felt that Kyne, with her affinity for sky, storms and wind, was the perfect fit for our glass cannon - Mara is a close second, but she always felt more earthbound to me, if that makes any sense. Of all the Divines, I just feel that Kynareth (personally I prefer Kyne) fit Buffy’s light personality more. She cares, and cares deeply, but she just can’t be shackled to Nirn.

And now that Mazoga and Agronak are healthy and whole and most importantly, together: ALL HAIL THE CHAMPIONS - OF CYRODIIL!!

Posted by: Lopov Aug 5 2020, 07:40 PM

A beautiful story!

If I was at the beginning convinced that Buffy will save Agronak, you made it quite tense there in the middle, and I wasn't sure anymore, whether Agronak will survive or not. The moment, when Kynareth speaks to Buffy, was very touching.

Cyrodill is now enriched with two new champions and one new paladin.

Posted by: ghastley Aug 5 2020, 08:33 PM

I started reading this with the thought "If Agronak dies, it will be Mara, and if he lives, Kyne" So I was right, twice! tongue.gif

Now just don't let Buffy think "If only I'd help at Kvatch".

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 5 2020, 10:46 PM

Awesome! Pure Awesome. You wove not only a harrowing, but deeply personal account of something that might be considered an afterthought by other writers. Buffy was literally in greater danger here than she was during the battles of Bruma or the Imperial City. With stakes like that, you really created a worthy challenge for a Paladin.


Posted by: Renee Aug 9 2020, 03:50 PM

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Boderi replied patiently, “Buffy, I know you want to be in the middle of things alongside Sirs Mazoga and Agronak, but Martin is well-protected and I need you here. I will bear your offer and capabilities in mind as things develop though.”

I sighed. “As you say, Boderi.”

The waiting began.


Dangit. I agree with Buffy. She's a unique and talented individual, certainly nobody else in her world can do all the things she does, and in one tiny package. But let me finish reading first. Maybe Boderi has a point. Right now though, I feel like her capacities are being wasted.

That's wicked, seeing that red lightning shoot across the sky.


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“Boderi be damned!” I whispered aloud. “I’m a skilled Daedra fighter and need to be in that city alongside Mazoga and Agronak!”


That's right. You go, girl. YES. I love that she's now actively more involved. She just cast Frenzy if I'm not mistaken. panic.gif panic.gif Wow, gates are opening everywhere in the Imperial City. This is intense. Even some Mage Apprentices are getting involved. bluewizardsmile.gif

Raminus speaks his greeting just like an NPC. laugh.gif

I agree it would have been a bad idea if she'd gone into that gate. What happens when Dagon gets defeated? Would she be stuck in there, even if she grabbed its sigil stone?

The next chapter is awesome. She receives aid from Kynareth just in time. That's beautiful.






Posted by: Grits Aug 12 2020, 03:03 AM

Episode 33: I loved seeing this battle through Buffy’s eyes as she kept her position at the Arcane University. It was easy to imagine the mages defending their home. The students eager to use their new staves and spells made me smile. Carahil would approve! Offering water was a lovely Buffy moment. “Sir Agronak suffered grievous wounds”? Whelp, that’s Buffy’s traveling music! And off she goes!!

Episode 34: Oh my gosh, the tears! Paladin of Kynareth! That was glorious! WHOOP!! biggrin.gif

Oh, and congrats to the mighty Champions, of course. I loved the group hug.

I can’t help but think of Buffy in her Templar form, surrounded by light and sparkles. She is the source of light indeed. wub.gif

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 12 2020, 05:05 AM

https://youtu.be/04854XqcfCY

Posted by: Acadian Aug 12 2020, 12:48 PM

Previously- When Buffy arrived at the side of the orcish knights, she quickly determined that healing Agronak’s wounds might well exceed her abilities. Nevertheless, she took a moment to beseech the Divines for aid, then went to work. After a long struggle of trying to manage her own pain and magicka reserves with the outcome in dire jeopardy, she decided to flow her own life force into Agronak in a desperate and dangerous attempt to save him. With both she and Agronak barely clinging to life, it was Kynareth who spoke to Buffy, declared the small elf to be her paladin and provided the powerful assistance needed for Buffy to save Agronak.

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All- Some episodes in Buffy’s long saga rank way up there in terms of how emotional they are for both Buffy and I. The first time Buffy and Savlian shared intimate pleasures was such an episode. So it was again when Savlian died in Buffy’s arms. And this one where she was chosen by Kynareth. Never have I been more proud of the steely but selfless determination Buffy displayed as she went about healing her pal’s mate. Given how emotionally invested both Buffy and I were in this past episode, it is wonderfully reassuring to have such warm support from each of you. Thank you all!

Rider- I agree completely with your assessment of Kynareth and Mara as they fit into Buffy’s fiction. The ancient ‘earth’ magic that Lady Cora is able to pull up from the ground in her fiction reminds me quite a bit of the Mother of Nirn (Mara). Buffy is driven by emotion – and the strongest of these for her is love, so Mara would have indeed been a good fit. Ultimately though, it is Buffy’s free spirit, unconventional trappings and deep obligation to protect and nurture those she cares about that caused Kynareth to sponsor Buffy as the newest paladin.

Lopov- I consider the moment Kynareth addressed Buffy to be the culmination of this entire book. It was emotional for Buffy and I to write and I’m so glad you found it touching.

ghastley- Haha, I’m glad you were right about Kynareth and Agronak. I’m pleased that Buffy has moved forward a great deal in managing her grief for Savlian during this book. Her memories are now making her smile and she is using them constructively, such as noting some of the tactics of organized warfare he taught her and finding the inspiration to devote her entire being into healing Agronak.

SubRosa- Thank you for those kind words! Given how important this episode was to Buffy and I, along with its long term ramifications, that warm support is most needed and welcome. 'The Champions' by Queen is a great choice of music! Actually though, what roared into my mind as Buffy snapped her "Don’t interfere!" at Mazoga was the look of steel determination and music from this short https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovA9E91UEZ4.

Renee- Buffy tends to favor Command spells in Oblivion to turn one foe in a crowd to her side. Generally, the rest will then focus on that foe instead of Buffy. She ran into problems with the Frenzy method in Skyrim in that sometimes she would be included among their targets unless she really kept her distance!

Grits- You know Buffy well! When that lathered bay and rider arrived, water for them was Buffy’s first thought. A very long road but Buffy joins Acadian as a paladin!

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Note- With the Oblivion Crisis over and Buffy chosen by Kynareth as a paladin, the final three remaining episodes will serve as somewhat of an epilogue, tying up loose ends, reinforcing the choice that Kynareth made, letting Buffy get more comfortable with who Kynareth is and, finally, having Buffy join Boderi as a knight in her guild’s Order of the Lamp.

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Episode 35

Superian was patiently waiting just outside the Temple of the One. I buried my face in her long mane and hugged her neck as I inhaled deeply of the mare’s comforting scent. After a few moments, I mounted and we headed for the University.

As soon as we entered the Arboretum District, I noticed the distinctive armor and katana of a Blade. Though his armor was marred with dents, soot, blood and even traces of Daedra innards, the Redguard appeared uninjured and absorbed in contemplation. I recognized his face and drew Superian to a stop. “Baurus?”

His eyes found mine. “Well met, Buffy. I’m glad to see you unharmed.”

“Likewise, Baurus.” After a moment of awkward silence I added, “Forgive me but you seem troubled.”

He winced. “For the second time, I have failed to protect my Emperor. First Uriel and now Martin – each perished under my protection.”

“There are some perils no one can defend against. Uriel knew his destiny and I suspect Martin realized his as well. I have fought alongside you, brave Blade, and would trust my life to you.” When I saw that the courteous smile he gave me did not reach his eyes, I tried to shift the subject. “What will happen now?”

“Well, word is the Council has declared the end of the Third Era. I suppose Chancellor Ocato will be named Potentate. As for the Blades, we will do what we have always done – serve Talos.”

“May the Divines guide your path, Baurus.”

“And yours, Buffy.”

Superian continued out of the Arboretum District and onto the long bridge leading toward the Arcane University.

“Congratulations, young paladin,” remarked Acadian. “As Boderi warned you, if and when you received a call from the Nine, there would be nothing subtle about it.”

“Thank you, old paladin. I would not have survived without both you and Kynareth.”

Boderi met me in the University’s outer courtyard as I slid from the saddle. The Dunmer studied my face carefully, then stated, “You have been called.”

I nodded, briefly flashing the white aura of my new credentials. “I’ve been chosen by the Goddess of Sky and Forest. I am a Paladin of Kynareth.”

“That is wonderful news!” Her smile faded. “What of Sir Agronak’s injuries?”

“He will fully recover,” I replied. “His injuries were too severe for me to heal alone, but not beyond the power of Kynareth. When I desperately needed her, she came to me and allowed her Divine magic to flow through me. In so doing, she spared Mazoga from widowhood, and saved the lives of both Agronak and myself; I was fully committed to healing my friend’s mate and surely would have died in the attempt without Kynareth’s help. Today, she earned my trust, love and friendship. Henceforth, I will answer her call whenever she needs me.”

Boderi hugged me and said, “Kynareth has made a wise choice.” As we disengaged, she took my hands and added, “Paladins are often chosen when a Divine plucks them from the brink of a life and death struggle. For that is when the true nature of our essence is laid bare before them. I believe it is significant that your crucible was one of restoring life instead of taking it.”

“I’ll trust your wisdom on that, Boderi. I simply know that as long as there was breath within me, I was not about to let Mazoga lose the man she loves. I am all too familiar with that fate.”

“Buffy, I will inform the Arch Mage that you have been called. After what has just transpired in the city, I expect he will be involved with Imperial Council matters for several days. After that, I’m sure he will want a small traditional ritual in the chapel, during which several of the staff will ask you questions. If all goes well, he will then invite you into the Order of the Lamp. Get some rest. When I get word, I’ll let you know when the ceremony will be and brief you on what to expect.”

I rode Superian down to Equestria and groomed her. As Thernd helped me feed and water the mare, I passed what news I could onto him. I then walked back up to the University to clean my buckskins, get a warm bath, hearty dinner and good night of sleep.

Early the following morning, I was awakened to learn that the Champions of Cyrodiil were in the lobby asking for me. I quickly dressed and joined them.

“Morning Buff,” greeted Mazoga with a tusky grin.

“Good morning, dear friends,” I answered. “Agronak, how are you feeling today?”

He smiled. “I would not have believed it after being so heavily battered and broken by Mehrunes Dagon yesterday but I feel fit enough to fight him again!”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I replied. “Hold still.” I laid both hands upon him and began to probe his condition with my magic. The repairs to his lung, other organs, ribs and even shattered upper leg were barely detectable and, had I not known better, could have been many weeks old. I allowed the healing bond to fade. “By Kynareth’s grace, I believe you’re right. You are fully fit for duty, Champion.”

His face grew serious. “Mazoga says you’re the only healer in Tamriel who could have saved me. Thank you.”

“I had plenty of help from Kynareth. Your robust Orsimer constitution has doubtless helped speed your recovery as well.”

Mazoga said, “Buff, the reason we stopped by is to say farewell for now. Fanador is waiting with our mounts just outside the University. We’ve accepted Sir Flavius’ invitation to ride south with our fellow Knights of the White Stallion this morning as they return to Leyawiin. Between the battles here and at Bruma, the Order lost several knights and could use our help.”

“I’m saddened to see you leave so soon but I know Sir Flavius and Count Caro will appreciate your able assistance in County Leyawiin. I think you’ll find the new lodge to be most impressive.”

Mazoga folded me into her massive steel-clad arms and gently hugged me to her. As we disengaged, she pressed a burlap-wrapped parcel into my hand. I blinked back tears and, once again, bid farewell to the two knights.

Once they were gone, I opened the package to reveal Azura’s Star. As a smile claimed my face, I whispered, “I love you too, Godmother. You were right. About everything.”

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 12 2020, 06:46 PM

And so Azura's favor finds its way back to Buffy, in a not so subtle way.

Ironically, TESV Lady Cora is deep in her own Twilight quest to restore that very same artifact . . . I think she has already chosen to return it to Azura herself, even if it means she literally freezes to death on top of that mountain (we are playing Skyrim with Frostfall and Lady Cora DOES NOT TOLERATE the cold well).

I am looking forward to what that ritual entails. It will be very interesting to see.

And of course, Buffy takes care of Superian before she takes care of herself. A proper horsewoman, that one! tongue.gif

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 12 2020, 08:21 PM

Baurus! It is fun to meet even more old pals. Now resolved to serve Talos, now that there are no longer any Emperors.

I also thought it was significant that Buffy's crucible was a moment of healing rather than righteously monster slaying. It was a pleasant change.

So nice for Azura's Star to come back to Buffy though the hands of an old friend. I wonder if Buffy's travels will take her down to Leyawiin for another reunion any time soon?


Posted by: Lopov Aug 14 2020, 07:35 PM

Short but meaningful conversation with Baurus. It's always nice seeing old Blades.

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Mazoga folded me into her massive steel-clad arms and gently hugged me to her.


I bet that small Buffy was completely lost in massive Mazoga's arms, and steel-clad on the top of that! laugh.gif

The star is back to where it belongs - in the hands of the Champion of Azura.

I must also say that there's now some peaceful feeling in this story, with Mehrunes Dagon being defeated, with Orcs being alive, and with Buffy the Paladin. There were peaceful stories before as well, but there was always the menace of the Daedra present.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 19 2020, 12:01 PM

Previously- On her way back to the University, Buffy encountered Baurus and learned that the Imperial Council had declared the end of the Third Era. She then informed Boderi that Kynareth had chosen her as a paladin. Boderi congratulated Buffy and informed her to rest for a few days until the Arch Mage was ready to invite her into the Order of the Lamp. She was visited the next morning by the new Champions of Cyrodiil who would be heading to Leyawiin with the Knights of the White Stallion. As she left, Mazoga returned the Star of Azura to Buffy.

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Rider- Buffy said she would not reject Azura to become a paladin and took the return of the Star as a clear sign that the Mistress of Twilight feels the same about her. I enjoyed the Skyrim Azura Star quest as well and hope that Lady Cora has survived! I hope you enjoy the Arch Mage’s ceremony where he invites Buffy into the Order of the Lamp two episodes ahead.

SubRosa- Baurus seemed like a great choice to inform Buffy of the end of the Third Era with the bonus of getting to briefly see him again. Baurus played a big role in the beginning and I thought it had an appropriate ‘full circle’ feel to see him again at the end of the crisis. I appreciate your endorsement of our choice to enter Kynareth during a life and death trial of healing instead of one of combat. I expect Kynareth is wise to strongly value compassion in her paladins.

Lopov- Thank you. Yes, that last episode and the final two remaining episodes are all rather tranquil as we continue tie up loose ends and bring things to a (hopefully) satisfying conclusion.

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Episode 36


After breakfasting on warm bread with soft cheese, grilled sausage, fresh strawberries and steaming bergamot tea, I headed down to Equestria. Superian had already been fed and, as it was a beautiful morning, we headed out for a local ride along the beach south of the University.

After the last few hectic days, I reveled in my peaceful surroundings. The calming sounds of Lake Rumare’s gentle waves as they kissed the shore. The commanding height provided by my mighty mare. The warmth of Kitsune curled up in front me. The ever present comfort of Acadian’s spirit intertwined with mine. And something new; it was subtle but I believed I could feel it girding my heart and spirit. “Acadian, do you think Kynareth and I are a good fit? I thought perhaps if I was chosen as a paladin, it might be by Mara since I was raised in her city.”

“Close your eyes and open your mind,” he replied cryptically. “I want to remind you of something from nearly a year ago.”

I drew Superian to a stop and did as the paladin asked. The vision of a memory gradually formed. I was inside Kvatch’s Chapel of Akatosh with High Priestess Oleta. Though the wounds I received during the same battle that claimed Savlian’s life were nearly healed, I had questioned whether Oleta’s intent to release me was premature. . . .

“Your ankle is all better and that troublesome arm is mending nicely.” Her gentle fingers brushed some blond strays from my face. “Buffy, I know your heart was also broken. Even the Dragon God of Time’s full bounty cannot completely heal that. It will get better though, and you will find you are not alone in your loss. Besides, you don’t need the roof of Akatosh over your head. Kynareth will bring you comfort.”

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

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


The vision faded and I opened my eyes. “I confess I was so preoccupied with my grief back then that many memories from that period are. . . vague.” I urged Superian forward. “Thank you for reminding me so vividly, Acadian. Oleta knew. Azura knew. Even you knew, it seems. By Kynareth’s wings, why was I the last to know? No. . . don’t answer that. Just tell me what you actually think about Kynareth choosing me.”

Acadian chuckled then replied, “Buffy, trying to fully understand you is as difficult as chasing a butterfly in a thunderstorm. That is but one of many things you have in common with Kynareth. Both of you love the cleansing of a gentle rain, butterflies dancing among flowers in the morning sunshine, a clear starlit night, the sights, sounds, smells, trees and creatures of the forest. As a buckskin mage who is more at home under the stars than the roof of a guildhall, you eschew convention and are a free-spirit. Like Kyne, you well-know the fury and heartbreak of battle as well as the pain of losing your mate. She was with you when you both gave your Kiss at the End to Savlian and the care of his spirit passed from you to her. Like you, the Sky Goddess evolves, unafraid even to remake herself if it strikes her fancy. And just as Kynareth is driven to nurture and sustain the creatures and trees of her forests, so it is with you and those you hold precious.”

“You make me sound very much the way Priestess Avita described Kynareth just a few days ago,” I teased.

“Then you have your answer,” replied the paladin.

I smiled. “Thank you, Acadian. I want to know her better.”

“Just as I expect she wants to know her young paladin better. Remember, you spent many years with your spirit warded from her by Azura. Despite the fact that Kynareth spoke to you directly in rather spectacular fashion when she called you, the Divines just as often communicate subtly with your spirit – simply conveying their meaning directly to your heart without words.”

We rode quietly for a few minutes. Then I began to sense. . . something. “Someone or something is beckoning me. My new paladin power detects not a trace of evil nearby though. Can you feel it?”

“I do,” Acadian replied, “and there is an old familiarity to it. Ahead to our right perhaps?”

“All I see out there is a lone oak tree. . . yet I am drawn to it.”

Once under its wide canopy of branches, I dismounted and placed both hands upon the tree’s trunk. I smiled as I felt the presence of Kynareth – now somewhat familiar to me from when she enabled me to heal Agronak and called me to her service. It made perfect sense for her to choose this venue. After all, it was the Sky Goddess' rain and sunshine that nurtured the creatures and trees of the forests I loved – including the giant Valenwood graht oak in whose branches I was conceived. With girths that rivaled the entire Arcane University complex and growing to cloud-kissing heights that could eclipse the White Gold Tower, I fondly recalled how each Tall Tree could lovingly sustain an entire tribe of Cloud Dancer Clan elves. Though certainly not a graht oak, this mature greenshade oak was impressive by Cyrodiil standards. “I am here, My Lady, and my heart is open to you.”

As Kynareth’s essence began to flow into me, a trickle quickly became a river. Acadian’s cryptic warning made sense now. Though rather overwhelmed, I was able to understand most of the torrent of feelings, thoughts and images she conveyed. At the same time, I felt her gently probing my own spirit. I even sensed her warm reunion with Acadian. Both new and long-dormant connections between us were now strong enough that, at her urging, I released my hands from the tree; its assistance was no longer necessary. After a time I felt, rather than heard, ’We will talk more later, Buffy’. Kynareth then allowed the bond between us to dissipate.

“Thank you, My Lady. I see now why the tribes of my Cloud Dancer Clan revere both you as Sky Goddess and your sister, the Mother of Nirn. Though she instills the spark of life – be it into seed that finds fertile loam, or womb upon conception, it is you whose rain and sunshine sustain the forests which, in turn, provide for its creatures in a beautiful cycle of life and renewal.”

I remounted Superian and we leisurely continued our ride, heading behind the University and up into the rolling grasslands that overlooked Lake Rumare and the Upper Niben. After communing with Kynareth, my elven connection to the land had never felt more alive. When we encountered a particularly lovely meadow that hosted numerous butterflies displaying a rainbow of colors, I couldn’t resist drawing Superian to a stop and dismounting. I doffed my buckskins and danced with abandon through the sunny meadow among the butterflies. I felt every bit the Child of Kynareth that I had become. . . or perhaps had always been.

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Note- The flashback that Acadian showed Buffy was a verbatim excerpt from Episode 171 of Buffy’s Book 1 – originally posted over eight years ago.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 19 2020, 04:43 PM

Sigh. What a wonderful episode this is - after the strum und drang of the previous episodes it is nice to pause and take a few deep breaths of Kyne's cleansing air.

Acadian describes what I feel of Buffy's kinship with Kyne to a T - and I think he did better than I did a few posts ago!

As a child who grew up during a time when "play" meant "outside", I've always felt a close connection to the nature around me, even though in hindsight my parent's plot was less than an acre in size. But it felt huge to a small child, and because of its hilly location, full of little spots that differed dramatically from one place to the next. My parents had a hands-off approach to landscaping, so I found lots of different plants, bugs, and even animals living wild in our yard. It was truly Kyne's half-acre!

I say all this because for some reason, from my first introduction to Kyne in Oblivion through my time in the Imperial Library and beyond, I've always felt a close connection to Kyne. Of all the Divines, she is my personal favorite. Julian, though she is led by Akatosh (due to her years in the Legion) and Julianos (as manifested by her reading every book she comes across), respects Kyne for her presence in the world around her; Alise, though she is a Cheydinhal product of a forbidden Ashlander/Redoran union, lived enough of her life in the wilds to have a healthy respect as well; Lady Cora sees Kyne as a relatively modern interpretation of the much older Goddess Nirn that drives her and protects her. So Kyne is there for all of my characters, in some form or another.

In fact, those who have read OHDH may recall a scene from the Battle of Bruma in that book - where wolves, elk and even a grumpy bear took part in the fight to keep the Daedra back from the city walls. It was never really answered in that writing, but I've always felt it was Kyne who called them to the battleground.

Back to Buffy, how wonderful that she would connect more definitely with Kyne via an Oak. These majestic trees are truly amazing in so many ways, and a fitting stand-in for a Divine.

TL:DR: loved this episode!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 19 2020, 10:13 PM

Equestria kind of sounds like a really upscale store in a really upscale mall. The kind of place where if you have to ask how much things cost, you cannot afford them.

chasing a butterfly in a thunderstorm
This does sound difficult, but also fun!

Both Oleta and Acadian gives us a nice recounting of all the reasons why Buffy is so suited to Kynareth. In fact, this whole episode shows us very eloquently why Kyne is Buffy's patron.


Posted by: Renee Aug 20 2020, 03:34 PM

I like that.. "Paladins are often chosen (by the Gods) during a moment of taking or giving.." paraphrased. Guess I never thought of it that way, but it's true.

Nice, she gets Azura's Star back. Buffy needs to be on Earth. Maybe she + Kynareth can get rid of all this COVID on our planet.

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“Acadian, do you think Kynareth and I are a good fit? I thought perhaps if I was chosen as a paladin, it might be by Mara since I was raised in her city.”


Nah, she's more Kynareth than Mara. Buffy moves like the wind, constantly on the move, and also uses magic + archery which depend upon air and space for delivery. Maybe her healing touch could be associated with Mara for sure, but this could go either way. Overall, it's as said in Chapter 36, Kynareth is all about the constantly-changing planet of Nirn. That's where most of her connection seems to be.

Whoa. Just shed a tear. She's visioning the past. Phew, that's heavy.

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After communing with Kynareth, my elven connection to the land had never felt more alive.


Lovely.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 26 2020, 11:50 AM

Previously- During a pleasant morning ride around the University, Buffy was drawn to a large oak tree where she communed with the Goddess of Sky and Forest. Kynareth filled Buffy with a torrent of knowledge and feelings while gently probing the small elf’s spirit and even reconnecting with Acadian’s. Once complete, Buffy continued her ride with a much deeper appreciation and understanding of who Kynareth is and why she chose Buffy as her paladin.

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Rider- What a delightful history you recount, growing up outdoors and kissed by Kyne’s breath. Oh, and I do recall the forest critters who joined in for the Battle of Bruma in OHDH. I’m so glad the episode struck a chord with you and glad that it helped reinforce Buffy’s connection to Kynareth and the wisdom of the pairing. As promised, upcoming is the small ceremony where Buffy will be invited into her guild’s Order of the Lamp.

SubRosa- Equestria simply came to me and I fell in love with both the sound and how appropriate it was for a posh stable. I credit Jane Auel’s Earth’s Children series of novels for Valley of the Horses. I do think the episode helped bring more details about Kynareth into focus for Buffy. Details that will help her in this next episode.

Renee- I would certainly give much to have a pocket healer with Buffy’s magical skill around these days! I was surprised when I realized how prophetic Oleta’s remarks about Kynareth were for Buffy. Particularly since I wrestled with Mara vs Kynareth right up until a couple weeks before our ‘reveal’. I even had two fully drafted versions of the last few episodes to support either choice. Similarly, it didn’t even fully strike me that Buffy’s destiny was to become a paladin until after Book 2 – even though it is so obvious looking back.

All- On now to the final episode of Book 3.

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Episode 37


Though it was just Arch Mage Hannibal Traven, Headmaster Raminus Polus, the University’s priest, Boderi and myself, the small chapel was comfortably full.

“Boderi Farano tells me that one of the Nine has called you to their service as a paladin.”

“Yes, Excellency,” I replied to the silver-haired Arch Mage. “Kynareth has chosen me.” As Boderi had instructed, I briefly illuminated myself with Divine light to confirm my claim.

The priest addressed me next, “And what does Kynareth teach us, young paladin?”

“Use Nature's gifts wisely,” I stated. “Respect her power, and fear her fury.”

The priest replied, “So it is written in the book Ten Commands of the Nine Divines, and you have recited the words faithfully. Tell me though, Buffy, what does Kynareth mean to you personally as her paladin?”

I gratefully realized now why Kynareth had called me to that oak tree only two days ago and filled me with her essence. Though the question caught me by surprise, my words flowed readily, “Protect the weak. Heal the sick. Honor Nirn, its trees, creatures and spirits. Respect the forces of sky and forest that are her domain.”

The priest smiled, nodded his approval and stepped back.

Headmaster Polus questioned me next. “Buffy, do not most Bosmer worship Yffre?”

“Some do, Magister. Long ago, Bosmer were wild and feral creatures of the Valenwood with little self-control, even unwillingly shapeshifting into savage beasts. This curse was called the Wild Hunt. Some clans embraced Yffre, who lifted the curse but forbade using Valenwood’s flora in what has become known as the Green Pact. Other clans made their accord with Hircine and embraced lycanthropy in exchange for a measure of control over their shapeshifting. The tribes of my Cloud Dancer Clan turned instead to the Mother of Nirn and Sky Goddess. The two Divines freed us from the Wild Hunt, asking only that we use the forest’s resources wisely and love the mighty graht oaks that provide homes for our tribes.”

The Headmaster nodded thoughtfully. “The Divines work in mysterious ways. Perhaps Kynareth has been part of your destiny for longer than I might have imagined.” He then stepped back.

“I think we can all appreciate the importance of Kynareth’s bounty from the sky and forest but how does such a paladin combat evil?” The question came from Arch Mage Traven. He lifted one eyebrow rather sharply and added, “Certainly not by dancing in the treetops or conjuring butterflies.”

I met his gaze calmly. “Long ago, My Lady was known as Kyne – the Goddess of Sky and War. She is well-acquainted with the violence that is sometimes required in a world where evil exists. When she evolved into Kynareth – the Goddess of Sky and Forest – she did not forsake the will or ability to defend that which she loves. Anyone who has witnessed the power of a thunderstorm or the fury of a mother grizzly defending her cubs would harbor no doubt of this.”

Hannibal Traven’s eyes sparkled as the stern look on his face evaporated into a broad smile. “Well spoken, Paladin! Your words not only convey truth, but they are delivered with the conviction of one who cannot be intimidated - even when the arch mage of your guild purposefully attempts to do so.”

“I meant no offense, Excellency, but I answer first and foremost now to powers beyond any guild, city or even the Empire.”

He replied, “That is exactly the attitude Arch Mage Vanus Galerion sought when he insisted that each knight arcana be, first and foremost, a paladin. For he knew that only those answering directly to the Divines could not be corrupted or dissuaded from their purpose of combating evil and protecting those in need. In this matter, he believed that the guild’s interests and those of the Divines aligned. As a paladin, it is understood that your duties and responsibilities to the Nine come first. What we ask of our knights is that, when it does not conflict with the will of the Nine, they assist the guild in combating the use of evil magic. Kynareth permitting, will you accept an appointment into the Order of the Lamp?”

“I would be honored, Excellency,” I replied as I lowered myself to one knee.

He gently touched the end of his staff upon each of my shoulders as he spoke, “The Divines have wisely declared you Kynareth’s paladin. It is my honor to now dub you as knight arcana.” The Arch Mage smiled as he added, “Please rise, Dame Buffy.”

Each of the lamps above the nine altars in the small chapel briefly brightened their approval.

~ The End ~


Posted by: Renee Aug 26 2020, 05:58 PM

Sweet, how incredible! You had two different directions the story could go, I didn't know that. smile.gif Well I'm glad she and you have found her way.

It's so weird that in lore, Bosmer are, or were, supposed to be akin to pure carnivores, or even savage cannibals. I just can't even imagine them like this; the ideal of wood elves which we grew up with ever since LotR and the table games of yore would get destroyed by something which doesn't make sense. To me, anyway. I am glad Buffy (nor anyone else in your tales) are this way. I understand that the Green Pact was meant to protect the forest, but as an example of how short-sighted this pact is: plenty of plants are meant to be eaten. Their seeds would not spread otherwise. Trees and bushes and other flora overproduce in years without drought. The way I see it, this overproduction of green is meant to be used and eaten, to continue the circle of life. I mean, what else are they gonna eat, especially those of us who are not carnivores?

Sorry. I am getting philosophical. indifferent.gif Maybe they are talking about entire forests though. Don't tear down entire forests. In that case, the Green Pact makes more sense. Let me have a look at UESP.

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The Green Pact, also known as the Treaty of Frond and Leaf,[1] is a strict code upheld by many of the Bosmer of Valenwood.[2] It is said to have guided their existence since the beginning of the "great story". Its rules are clear. Do not harm the forests of Valenwood. Do not eat anything made from plant life. Eat only meat. When enemies are conquered, their meat must be eaten, not left to rot. Do not kill wastefully. Do not take on the shape of beasts.


Blecch. I don't see it. I'm trampling lore I guess. Oh well. There are times Lady Saga lives off the land, especially if she's in wilderness for days on end. She lives off of all those leaves, seeds, flowers, herbs, mushrooms (etc.) That is what she wants. I won't make her eat deer or lamb or even other elves just because portions of lore says she's supposed to.

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The two Divines freed us from the Wild Hunt, asking only that we use the forest’s resources wisely and love the mighty graht oaks that provide homes for our tribes.”


I agree.

I also like Buffy's answer to the Arch Mage. Nature is not all butterflies and sunshine. smile.gif There are thunderstorms, tornadoes, earthquakes, freezing cold, and so on. She can incorporate all of this into her new association with Kynareth, as the need arises from time to time. Druids in a lot of role-playing games also rely upon natural forces such as these.

Whoa. That is it! Deep! [censored] what an ending. indifferent.gif I knew it was coming soon, because you said it'd go into the summer. I love that though. Those lights flicker at the very end. I wonder if anyone else in the room noticed?

Very nice, Sir Acadian. cake.gif Thank you for sharing Buffy Book 3.

Posted by: Lopov Aug 26 2020, 07:37 PM

A great story with a neat and satisfying conclusion. smile.gif

Like before, I once again liked the effect of lanterns lighting up, as in a confirmation of Buffy's path. The final sentence is very 'powerful'.

Buffy would fare well on exams, considering how clever answers was she providing to the Arch-Mage. laugh.gif

I admit that I'll miss weekly Wednesday stories.

Now where's a teaser for Book 4? wink.gif

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 26 2020, 08:06 PM

This is a nice wrap up to what has been a journey of recovery and heart's ease after the trauma of such deep loss. I liked how the Divines recognized Buffy as Kyne's Chosen.

As an aside to Renee, being strict carnivores is not so bizarre - cats are obligate carnivores, so why not Bosmer? Yeah, I know, they're essentially omnivores forced into an all meat diet, but with care it's not so bad. And how is that different from a vegan diet?

I have my Bosmer drink mead, because mead is fermented honey, a product of bees. Does she drink wine or ale? No. Just mead, and of course, rotmeth. Which is why her ESO rotmeth brewery has three different kinds - red meat, fish, and insects . . . blink.gif wacko.gif

As far as cannibalism goes . . . well, in some cultures it is practiced as a ritual - the dead is consumed in order to keep them among the living - their essence, anyway. And headhunter tribes consume the brains of fallen enemies as a way of asserting dominance over them. That's in our human lore, not Nirn! Also when no other meat is available and people are dying of starvation, wouldn't it be wasteful to let the meat of the dead rot into the ground or be consumed by blowfly larvae?

Sorry about that, I just have so little to say except what a satisfying end to Buffy's sojourn in Cyrodiil. What's next? Fourth Era Skyrim? Or a little bit of time traveling back to the Second Era?

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 26 2020, 11:00 PM

Wow, it is chapter 37 already. I had to look back to make sure this book started at chapter 1. Time really flew past!

“Use Nature's gifts wisely,” I stated. “Respect her power, and fear her fury.”
Sounds like wise counsel for people who are not Paladins as well.

I loved the evolution of your world-building with the Bosmer here, and how it makes room for many different ways of being a Bosmer.

I also appreciated how Traven deliberately tested Buffy there.

And a very nice wrap up as Buffy fully steps into her new path in life. Now I cannot wait to see what comes next!

Tbh, part of me does seriously contemplate the possibility of a Buffy/Stormcrow crossover someday. As crazy as that might sound. One of the reasons I introduced the sanctum in the Witch House was so that one day January could use it (probably not intentionally), to travel between alternate universes. Just like its maker Keziah. Someday I can see a long story arc where January travels from world to world, trying to find her way back home. Nirn could very well be a stopover in that journey.

Posted by: macole Aug 27 2020, 04:02 AM

This book has been a great joy to read. I am glad it was Kynareth that took Buffy as paladin. Knight Arcana, I like the sound of that.

Posted by: Acadian Sep 2 2020, 01:26 PM

Previously- In the final episode, Buffy was called to the University’s chapel and questioned by several of the senior staff regarding her new allegiance as Kynareth’s paladin. Buffy acquitted herself well and accepted an invitation to join the Order of the Lamp.

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Renee- Prior to Book 3, we simply maintained that the Green Pact did not exist in Buffy Fiction. After playing ESO we decided to make room for it by, as you saw, crafting other solutions to the Wild Hunt curse. I was glad we were able to craft a relationship with nature for Buffy’s Clan that is much more akin to that of the American Indians. As SubRosa taught me, and I heartily endorse, lore exists to support our stories, not hinder them.

Thank you so much for the enthusiastic support you have provided throughout this story and for readily asking questions that arise, particularly about things from Buffy’s past so I could provide reviews as required.

Lopov- It has been such a pleasure having you along for this story! One of my intents in that final episode was to show the Divines quietly at work as Buffy realized it was knowledge and confidence imparted by Kynareth under that oak tree that enabled Buffy to so adeptly respond to the Arch Mage’s challenge. And, of course the lanterns brightening at the very end.

Rider- Thanks for your wonderfully supportive comments throughout! As you noticed, during this book, Buffy grew from pitying herself and self-destructive behavior over the loss of Savlian to gradually using her memories of him for productive purposes. Like recalling some of the organized warfare things she learned from him and using his death as inspiration to literally do whatever it took to heal Agronak.

Though we have no definite plans, I expect we’re likely to read of Buffy next in the Second Era. One objective of Book 3 was to allow us to comfortably move beyond TES IV if desired.

SubRosa- Thanks for your endorsement of how Buffy handled the question about Yffre. I know you and I have both agreed on how ludicrous and impractical the Green Pact would be in practice, so a more. . . elegant alternative for Buffy was certainly called for. In ESO the Green Pact is very evident in Valenwood but many Bosmer simply blow it off. I’m pleased we were able to come up with a couple alternatives for differing clans.

I’m glad Traven’s ‘test’ for Buffy seemed effective without making him look too much like a jerk. My thinking was that the Arch Mage considers it a big deal to ensure his knights would stop even (especially) him should he advocate the use of magic for evil purpose.

A coop fic effort between January and Buffy could be great fun! I remember what a pleasure it was working with you on our Tournament of Archers. And both ladies do have quite a bit in common in terms of still having much to learn, being impatient, struggling a bit with self-confidence and, above all, having a good heart.

macole- Thank you for joining us on Buffy’s journey! I too think Kynareth was a good ‘fit’ for Buffy. Long ago, I had vague visions of somehow incorporating the Order of the Lamp as a way for Buffy to combine the love of her guild with being a knight. Calling them knights arcana seemed to make perfect sense and sound pretty cool too. tongue.gif

All- I have updated our Executive Summary thread in my subforum to include a concise summary of Book 3. I’ll let this thread rest here for a time, then move it to our subforum. As I mentioned to Rider above, no fiction draft is in the works at this point, though I think it likely that more of Buffy’s story remains in our future. Thank you all again for the wonderful and warm support for Buffy’s fiction!

Posted by: Grits Sep 4 2020, 04:48 PM

Episode 35: My hearts hurts for Baurus. I’m glad that he made an appearance here. Equestria and the University, two places that will help Buffy hit her refresh button! Ah, a wordless message from Azura. Glad to see she is still in the picture.

Episode 36: Kyne’s breath, I love a University breakfast! biggrin.gif Buffy’s day with Kynareth was just perfect.

Episode 37: That simple ceremony wrapped things up beautifully. It was a delight to follow Buffy through the end of the Third Era. As she steps out of the chapel as Dame Buffy, I wonder what adventures she will find next!

Posted by: Acadian Sep 9 2020, 04:17 PM

Grits As ever, thank you for your kind and supportive words. You have been a wonderful supporter of my little elf with the gift of graciously always knowing the encouraging words I need. As I've mentioned above, no definite story plans in work. So much potential out there though! If I had to guess, I expect the next we hear from the buckskin mage of Kynareth will be either from the Second Era.

My plan with Book 3 is to let it rest here another week then quietly move it to the Acadian fanfic subforum.

Posted by: Renee Sep 9 2020, 04:19 PM

QUOTE(Acadian @ Sep 2 2020, 08:26 AM) *

Thank you so much for the enthusiastic support you have provided throughout this story and for readily asking questions that arise, particularly about things from Buffy’s past so I could provide reviews as required.

Ha, sorry about all those questions, my mom used to be a journalist and she'd go out and interview people, I think that's partially where that comes from. But also, I had a lot of curiosity because I wasn't around for the first book.



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