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Posted by: Acadian Jun 16 2010, 11:52 PM

My name is Acadian. Buffy is an elven mystic archer that I have the pleasure to travel Tamriel with.

This is Book 1 of her journal. It begins with Buffy being briefly incarcerated in the Imperial Prison, and ends as she attempts to bring freedom to the city of Kvatch. It is a sprawling story that will require 176 episodes, spread over five threads. Appropriately, I have nicknamed Book 1, 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?'

Buffy's personal journey is more important than her destination. Our writing style is character-driven. I help Buffy write her journal because I have a truckload of passion for her, not because I am a writer. We take plenty of liberties with quests and NPCs, but only few liberties with game mechanics because there is an aspect of 'how to / mystic archer guide' woven into her stories. Therefore, we tend to eschew earthly things and stick rather closely to Nirnian physics. In Buffy's world for example, a skilled archer can 'zoom in' on her target and cause her enemies to 'turn green' with poison. Buffy has never been to medieval Europe or ancient Rome, and her world does not resemble those places.

I thank you so much, should you find our humble effort earns and maintains your readership. My hope is that Buffy will worm her way into your heart, as she has mine.

Edit: Buffy has completed this book as of August 2012, and I would like to think that the reading of it is a satisfying experience - both complete as well as suggestive of sequels. For those newer readers who would like to catch up to us in one short sitting, you might find this helpful: http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4874

Posted by: Acadian Jun 16 2010, 11:53 PM

City Swimmer grabbed my shoulder and winked an orange eye at me. "Okay, Buffy, you practice your sweet talking to distract the merchant, and I'll nip us some lunch. Ready?"

I nodded, and the two of us entered the small shop. My Argonian friend began innocently looking at merchandise, while I walked up to the Imperial behind the counter.

"Well, what brings you two ladies to the Imperial City?" The merchant seemed pleasant enough.

I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes like City Swimmer had taught me. "I'm from Bravil and I've never been to the big city before."

The Imperial frowned. "And just where are your parents, young lady?"

This wasn't exactly working like my dear reptilian friend told me it would. Maybe I needed bigger eyelashes, or more work on how to flutter them. "My father's been gone since before I can remember. He never returned from one of his expeditions. Mother said he was a vampire hunter."

The Imperial looked down at me, appraisingly. I knew what he was staring at, and felt a flush of warmth rise to my face. I hated my big pointed ears. That's why I usually kept my hair pulled back into a ponytail to try and cover them up some.

"A Bosmer vampire hunter?" the merchant scoffed.

"He was a Breton. It's my mother who was Bosmer."

"Was?" His voice softened somewhat. "She's gone too?"

I nodded sadly, looking at my shoes. "Yes, she died five years ago when I was twelve. Since then, the people of Bravil have helped me get by." I shrugged. "The only thing I really know how to do is hunt with my bow, thanks to a kindly archery master named Daenlin. I survive by hunting, to sell the meat and furs."

He frowned again. "Well, I'm sorry, blondie." He looked over my shoulders at the quiver of arrows and towering longbow on my back. "This is a store - you know, paying customers? This city is full of poor street urchins. The last thing I need in here is some Septimless underfed little forest nymph. If you don't have any gold then-" The Imperial's eyes suddenly snapped towards the far end of his shop. "HEY! Put those back!"

I spun around to see City Swimmer drop the two apples she was trying to steal and run for the exit. Grabbing a club from under his counter, the merchant jumped towards the door with surprising speed. He managed to grasp the fleeing Argonian's tail and spun her around, such that he now blocked her escape. "Thieving lizard. I'll show you!" he angrily spat. The Argonian raised her hands to soften repeated blows from the falling club, while trying desperately to get to the door.

"Stop!" I yelled, "She already dropped the apples!" The merchant ignored my pleas and kept hitting my friend. I thought he was going to kill her. Without thinking, my bow jumped into my hand and I loosed an arrow into the side of the merchant's chest. Just like a deer in the forest, he fell. City Swimmer ran out the door.

The shopkeeper wasn't moving. Blood was seeping from where the deeply imbedded arrow protruded, and trickled into a slowly growing pool on the wooden floor. I had never shot a man or mer before, and just stared at him, my feet frozen in place.

Before I could decide what to do, a mountain of gray armor charged into the shop, booming, "Stop right there, criminal scum!"

My sputtering attempts at sweet talking only resulted in the soldier sternly adding, "You're under arrest." He then drew his long silver sword to emphasize the point.

Having heard horrible stories about the Imperial Prison, I swallowed hard, and made a choice.

I tried to bolt past the soldier's left side and out the door. As soon as I took my first step however, he extended his shield arm in a vicious bash.

The blow knocked the wind from me and sent me flying. An explosion of light and pain erupted as I hit the nearby wall. The wooden planks of the floor were rising up to meet me as if in slow motion, but I was powerless to stop myself from falling. My world collapsed into a field of silent blackness.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 17 2010, 12:50 AM

Buffy is Back!

I loved this:
Maybe I needed bigger eyelashes,

And this bit of setting-friendlyness was an excellent touch!
Septimless underfed little forest nymph

It is so good to see my favorite Bosmer/Breton Dame back in action. Have no fears about reposting from the start. It has been great fun reading OHDH, Interregnum, Rales, etc... again. It is like curling up in front of the monitor with an old friend.

Posted by: D.Foxy Jun 17 2010, 02:11 AM

EX-Ce-llent old friend!!! YAY!!! One more storyline here to read!!!

Just one nit though...wouldn't a ponytail reveal rather than hide pointy ears? I would have thought the way to hid pointy ears was the afro hairdo.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 17 2010, 03:42 AM

Nah, the afro wouldn't work. If Buffy wears her ponytail low at the nape of her neck, it will cause the side hair to cover the tops of her ears. Take it from someone who's done that (though no pointy ears in this case, sorry).

Acadian and Buffy! Welcome back! I'm glad you enjoyed your long break and had a chance to relax and have fun! I'm always up for a re-read of your tales, and I'm sure new readers will enjoy meeting Buffy for the first time.

Again, the first chapter is as wonderful as I recall it. Short, sweet, and straight to the point.

Yay!

Posted by: Remko Jun 17 2010, 09:44 AM

Let me put my down feelings on how I feel you returning to writing on Buffy (and finishing the archery tournament
): WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 17 2010, 02:36 PM

Buffy is a good character, heh. She needs to find the master-speech trainer .

Posted by: treydog Jun 17 2010, 07:36 PM

The old dachshund limped to the door of the small house in Bravil. It had been a long, difficult journey. The roads and forests of Cyrodiil were not safe, especially for a tiny, ancient dog. There were plenty of creatures- two-legged as wells as four-legged, who would be happy to make a meal out of him. But that was all in the past now, and his destination was in view.

Carefully, he nosed the door open and scented the air. Empty. He looked to the corner where a bow should stand and saw fresh marks in the dust. She was gone- but she had been here. And she would be back. With a contented sigh, the old dog found a spot before the hearth and laid down to wait.

Welcome back, my friend. And welcome back to Buffy, as well. You have been missed.

Posted by: MyCat Jun 18 2010, 03:55 AM

Buffy's back!

(I was working on a picture of Buffy, but she had to shave her head I hope to post it soon.)

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jun 18 2010, 11:24 PM

Merandil’s voice cut through the smoke and embers, “rider approaching!”

Things were quiet enough that Savlian Matius felt comfortable taking his eyes off of the flaming abomination that lent a blood-red cast to the sky and barred the gate in front of his beloved Kvatch. Despite the best efforts of the endless hordes of daedra that sprang from the darkest corners of Oblivion the barricade still held. Perhaps this rider brought news from the Imperial City. Perhaps the Elder Council, finally roused to the plight of Kvatch, had sent word of imminent aid. He turned toward the path leading down the mountain to the sound of approaching hooves.

Through the red-tinged haze he saw what at first appeared to be a shadow. As it drew closer it shifted into the form of a great black stallion whose head remained high even with the smell of death all around him.

Savlian could not suppress the smile forming on his face. His voice was a reverent whisper.

“Superian?”

Upon the stallion’s back rode a slender figure in a hood and cloak, a bow of familiar design rested easily on one shoulder.

Only years of training kept Savlian from behaving in a way wholly inappropriate for the Captain of the Kvatch Guard. Even so he could not keep the joy out of his voice as he called out.

“Buffy!”

Welcome Back, Acadian!

Posted by: Acadian Jun 19 2010, 05:02 PM

Chapter One found Buffy on the losing end of a confrontation with an Imperial Legion soldier.

SubRosa- Thank you so much for the encouragement and warm reception to our return!

Foxy- I'm so glad to have you reading. You were instrumental in turning me from a true novice into an adequate storyteller. Rider is exactly correct; the unmodded Oblivion ponytail is low and loose, and camouflages those ears fairly well. You would be correct of course for most 'high' ponytails as well as many tightly drawn back ones. *Acadian stuffs the blond ponytail back up under the Templar helm*

Rider- Aww. . . thanks so much for the kind words. Buffy appreciates the authority of another woman supporting her hair choices.

Remko- Thank you for the enthusiastic welcome back! We still have the draft I shared with you where Buffy meets Zerina, complete with music! - many chapters in the future now.

Zalphon- Thanks for the loyal support, Z. Heh, Buffy will get much better at the sweet talking stuff later. She will always have her awkward moments, but she will also get to where she can sometimes display some pretty impressive verbal dueling skills.

treydog- Rest assured, my friend. There will always be a softly crackling fire in her hearth and a comfortable spot on Buffy's bed for the wonderful little dachshund. She quite adored his visit. That Buffy could inspire fan fiction about her story from a writer of such magnificent talent is so very humbling. Thank you.

MyCat- Since mALX and I are the cause of you joining this forum, I am very pleased to be able to now continue the story for you. I'm so flattered to have you reading and look forward to your picture. The wonderful Ayumifan recently drew a great picture and sent it to Buffy. It's from Buffy's 'Let's get naked dinner party' with Lady Leyawiin. Ayumifan calls it http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Buffy%20I/excellentwine.png.

Destri- WooHoo! Thank you, my friend! I shall have to save that jewel for about 100 chapters, then paste it right in! You certainly made Buffy swoon! Methinks you have concisely nailed her destiny. If she didn't have such a short attention span and become so easily diverted, she would get there much quicker. Please see the latter part of my comments to wonderful treydog, for they apply to you as well. I am in awe of your talent and so humbled by your support.

Chapter two not only needed to be completely rewritten (as did chapter one), but also required expansion into two chapters. To preserve our original chapter assignment, I shall call the two parts 2.1 and 2.2. Future chapters should require only minor editing and I hope very much not to expand the chapter count with any future chapters.




I awoke to a horrible stench, and the damp, bone-piercing cold of a stone floor. Ok, Buffy, keep your eyes closed and don't move; you really don't want to get shield bashed again. There was silence.

After a few more moments, I squeaked my eyes open just a crack to see dimly lit grey walls. Opening my eyes fully, I lifted my head. There was a door made of iron bars. Looking up, I could see a small window, also barred, that explained the source of light. With a bolt of terror, I realized I could only be in one place - the Imperial Prison.

Barely choking back tears I began to survey things. I still had all my parts attached ok, but my head sure hurt. Climbing to my feet, I felt quite faint and had to go back down to the floor.

I got up again, much more slowly this time and began looking around. There was another prisoner in the cell across from me, a Dunmer. I tried to talking to him, figuring that might make me feel better.

"Look at the pretty little twig," he crooned with an evil grin, "how's it feel to know you'll never dance among the trees of your precious forests again? The guards will be coming for you soon." He laughed cruelly and his voice turned harsh. "Yes, that's right - you're going to die in here, wood elf."

I sat down at the little wooden table in my cell and began to cry.

Shortly, I heard voices, and the metallic jingle and clank of armor approaching. Oh please Mara, don't let that Dunmer be right. Let them pass me by; I am but a small, insignificant she-elf.

A torch appeared in front of my cell, revealing three soldiers and an older Imperial dressed in elaborate robes. One of the soldiers seemed to be in charge. She said menacingly, "you there, prisoner. Step away, back by the window. We won't hesitate to kill you." This was it. I was going to die. My heart didn't know whether to race or stop as I backed up until bumping into the wall behind me. They unlocked the door and came in.

The older man stopped and stared at me. His voice was kind. "Do not be afraid, prisoner. We will not harm you." He introduced himself as Uriel Septim, Emperor of all Tamriel! How was I to know? And his guards were not going to kill me.

There I was, dressed in rags, dirty and I knew my hair was a mess. I was also sure I didn't smell too good. He didn't seem to care. In fact he talked to me as if I was someone that actually mattered. My face was familiar from his dreams? Why would he dream about dirty-faced elves? It seemed the Emperor and his guards were trying to secretly flee the city.

The woman soldier caused a section of stone wall to slowly grind aside. One of the others, a Redguard, took his keys from the sword belt at his waist and removed my wrist irons. "Looks like this is your lucky day, prisoner."

As quickly as the group had entered my cell, they disappeared down the newly opened dark tunnel.

With the magical wrist irons no longer blocking my spell casting, I rubbed my fingers together and was rewarded with a soft glow that formed in my hand. I felt a little less helpless.

Just like Marz, one of the priests of Mara had taught me, I closed my eyes and allowed magical energy to build up in my right fist. I then raised my hand above my head and opened it. A soft and soothing glow of white light slowly cascaded down my arm and all the way to my toes. My aches and pains were eased.

I gulped and stared down the dim passageway the Emperor and his party had taken. Wherever it led had to be better than where I was.

Suddenly, a breeze came through the small window of my cell and I felt a presence very near or beside me, or perhaps all around me. Whatever it was, I could sense it meant me no harm. It felt calm and benevolent - and old. Somehow I could feel it was urging me not to follow so quickly; perhaps stealth was a better choice.

The presence seemed strangely familiar, but I couldn't imagine why. I was sure I was crazy or maybe still suffering from recently being shield-bashed, but I was in no position to refuse help from any source at this point. I decided I would welcome the assistance. But, what was it? I looked around at the emptiness in my cell. I didn't understand why, but the name fell easily from my lips as I whispered, "Acadian, I sure hope you know what we're doing."

Off I crept, down the dark stone tunnel.

I heard shouting and the sounds of fighting ahead. Stopping, I pressed myself deeper into the shadows. Shortly, silence returned and I slowly continued.

The squeaks gave me but a moment's notice before a pair of giant rats bounded into view. I started backing up, and fire instinctively flew from my fingertips - over and over again. Smoke, light and the acrid smells of burning fur and flesh filled the air. Fire blasted harmlessly into the walls ahead several times before I could make myself stop casting.

Once my pounding heart slowed, I stepped over the charred rats and crept forward towards the source of the fighting sounds I had heard. The woman soldier and a pair of men in red robes lay dead on the stone floor. Searching them yielded a pair of swords. I wasn't strong enough to do more than irritate someone with a blade, and wasn't about to try using one now. They were also heavy, so I left them. The little fire spell that Delphine Jend had taught me would just have to get me by for now.

Missing stones in the wall ahead revealed an opening to a cavern, which I entered.

Finding a worn leather cuirass and oversized boots that reeked of mildew, I was able to replace the prison sandals and sack cloth shirt I was wearing.

A Bow! The hand grip and ears were rusted iron, but it was a bow nevertheless, along with a quiver of arrows. I adjusted the old linen bowstring to improve its tension and hoped it would last more than a few shots. As I inspected the arrows, I had to cull out about half of them for warped shafts or damaged fletching. I loaded the good ones into their quiver.

With a supply of arrows on my back and a bow in my hand, I felt a lot more able to defend myself. More searching turned up a few healing potions. Good thing too, because in the next few chambers I was attacked by a fair number of rats and even a zombie. I picked up a small rusted dagger and decided to keep it with me. I couldn't fight with it, but it came in handy for cutting arrows from the bodies of those I shot. Some of those recovered arrows were still good enough to use again.

The sneak advice I got from Acadian seemed to be serving pretty well. I was able to shoot most enemies while hidden. For those that got too close, I put up my bow to block like Daenlin had taught me, and cast Delphine's handy fire spell.

Eventually, I heard voices ahead that led me to catch up to the Emperor. He talked to me some more about death and stuff I didn't fully understand. Emperor things I guess.

"Sire, we must continue," interrupted one of the Emperor's two remaining guards.

"Let me rest a moment longer, Baurus." Uriel Septim then turned to me again. "Tell me, do you know the Nine?"

I nodded. "The priests of Bravil taught me to love Mara. I don't know too much about the others."

"It is only by the grace of the Nine that I have ruled Tamriel for these many decades, but my time draws to a close shortly. Assassins have killed my sons, and I am next," he explained.

"Are you not afraid?" I asked.

"No trophies of my triumphs shall precede me. But I have lived well, and my ghost shall rest easy." He then sighed heavily and continued, "My end is written in the night sky. What do your stars say?"

"I-I don't know what you mean," I stammered.

"Tell me, when you were born," he commanded gently.

I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he was the Emperor, so I dutifully replied, "Rains Hand, the nineteenth, Third Era in the year 415.

The Emperor smiled and nodded. "Younger than my sons. There will be troubled times ahead that jeopardize all of Tamriel, and the sign of the Mage shall guide your path. You are not the one who will save the Empire, but it cannot be saved without you."

"I don't understand," I said, truthfully.

"Nor can you at this point." He started to continue, I-"

"Sire, we must continue," repeated Baurus more insistently.

With a resigned look on his face, the Emperor nodded. He and his two guards resumed their trek through the maze-like rooms and passageways.

Having seen that Red Robes were drawn to them like moths to lanterns, I decided that staying well behind in the shadows was still prudent.

I lost track of them again and crept along in the shadows, alone.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 19 2010, 06:17 PM

Ach, Julian would like to forget that headache, thanks very much!

And Buffy, prudence is the better part of courage. You kept going. Good girl!

That is a tough segment to write, the trek through the tutorial dungeon. I think you've done well with it. No need to dwell on every little thing. For Buffy, getting through it alive is the most important thing!

Classic Buffy!

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 19 2010, 06:27 PM

Wow, I loved how you didn't use completely ingame dialogue. It was extremely well written. And MyCat and I have something in similar, we both followed Malx and you here.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 19 2010, 06:38 PM

I really can see the difference in editing. Especially with the spell-dampening wrist irons (an excellent, and very sensible, bit of world-building there), to Buffy's first meeting with her fairy godfather. Likewise with revealing the source of Buffy's spells (Delphine and Maran priests - perhaps you might replace the latter with an individual from the Bravil Chapel, such as Marz or Olava?)


I knew my hair was a mess. I was also sure I didn't smell too good.
Now that is total chickness, to think of those things. Guys take notes for when you write female characters


You are not the one who will save the Empire, but it cannot be saved without you.
OOooOh, this is a good touch! I like how you have aligned Buffy in this way, not as the lone Champion of Cyrodiil, but rather as one of many who have an important part to play.

Posted by: Olen Jun 19 2010, 07:01 PM

Good to see the legendary Buffy being posted. I've heard a lot about her and now I can read again.

Your style is interesting, embracing the game and game mechanics to the degree you appear to is somewhat unusual but youre pulling it off just fine. I'm not sure I could work in those constraints but you're producing a good story with them.

Nicely done.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jun 19 2010, 10:19 PM

Haute beat me to the passage that I was going to quote, Zalphon already remarked on the subtle tweaks to the in game dialogue, and SubRosa pointed out the interesting meeting with Acadian and the great touch of having Buffy as one of many who will play a role in the saving of the Empire. All that’s left for me is to say that it is sooo good to have Buffy back!

And the outfit that she is wearing hunting spriggans in your sig . . . are we going to see that in a future chapter? (I hope!)

Posted by: Acadian Jun 22 2010, 05:24 PM

Chapter 2 (part 1) chronicled Buffy's progress halfway through the Imperial Prison with the party of Emperor Uriel Septim VII.

Rider- I agree that the tutorial dungeon can be a challenge to write, as it is so canned and linear. Coming from one who did such a masterful job with that, your words humble me.

Zalphon- Aww, thanks Z. Yes, we tailored the dialogue somewhat to fit.

SubRosa- High praise indeed. As always, you noticed everything that I hoped you would, especially, that Buffy's destiny is not to be the Champion of Cyrodiil. I agree with your recommendation, and edited to attribute Buffy's healing spell to Marz - thank you!

Olen- Thank you much for joining us, and the kind words. I hope that Buffy will grow to worm her way into your heart.

Destri- I'm so glad you are enjoying the story and like the minor tweaks this time around. Regarding her 'spriggan hunting outfit', Buffy changes clothes more often than she changes her mind these days, and now that I have introduced her to mods, her armoire, saddlebags and pack are bursting. I'm hesitant to edit too heavily while we are retelling her story, for fear of expanding chapters and never catching up! This will be a long ride - I estimate February to catch up to where she was on the other forum. In the meantime, I will try to periodically update the screenshots in our sig to reflect her more current activities and outfits, trying to avoid spoilers.

As I approached the large cavern, I could see a goblin at the entrance, backlit by orange flames. I backed up as far as I could and opened fire, managing to kill him before he got to me.

Creeping back up and into the cavern, I could see another goblin. I shot him also, then turned and ran back down the tunnel I came from, while nocking a second arrow. I then turned and fired twice more, again killing the goblin before he could reach me.

Yet again, I quietly snuck along the now quite familiar approach back into the goblin lair, and could now see the smoke and flickering shadows cast by several fires. At the far end of the cavern was a third goblin, but this one carried a staff and wore a robe. He (or she?) looked like a dangerous spell caster to me. Fortunately I had found some wisp stalk and stinkhorn, along with a mortar and pestle. Thanks to Ardaline, in the Bravil mages guild, I knew how to use them.

I coated the iron broadhead tip of an arrow with poison. Setting the nock, I drew partial tension on my bowstring to aim. It was a long distance shot, so I adjusted my point of aim above the goblin and just slightly to the right. I was satisfied that the high rocky ceiling would allow my intended trajectory arc and the arrow's path would clear the numerous stalactites that protruded down like teeth. Taking a normal breath, I let half of it out. I then smoothly drew full tension on the bowstring, which centered my aim point above the target, and loosed the arrow.

Turning, I again ran out of the cavern, counting. When I reached ten, I stopped, whirled around and reached into my quiver.

The second arrow wasn't needed.

Returning to the dead goblins, I found another bow. It wasn't any better than the one I had, but Acadian urged me to keep it. I strapped it to my back as a spare. An old chest contained a repair hammer; I was able to improve the condition of my equipment a bit before the hammer broke.

I was exhausted, starving and thirsty. I managed to choke down a couple bites of roasted rat meat the goblins had been cooking and chased it with the only thing I had to drink - a restore magicka potion I had found.

The staff carried by the dead goblin spell caster glowed when I touched it. I didn't know how to use it, but figured it was probably quite valuable. It joined the spare bow on my back.

I managed to catch up to the Emperor's party once again. There were dead Red Robes all around and the two remaining guards looked pretty concerned. The one named Baurus now seemed to be in charge. He called the other one Glenroy. They went off to scout around and left me to guard the Emperor. I didn't think a poorly equipped, small elf made for a very good bodyguard, but off the two armored Redguards went anyway.

The Emperor came over to talk again. More stuff about death and destruction that still didn't make sense. He was the Emperor though, so I just looked up at him and nodded like I understood. He then pressed his amulet into my hand, instructing me to deliver it to a monk named Jauffre. This monk apparently knew the location of the last heir to the throne.

All of a sudden a Red Robe burst through a secret door and summoned a suit of armor and mace. Before the Emperor could draw his sword or I could nock an arrow, the mace struck the side of Uriel Septim's head. There was a sickening crack, and the ruler of Tamriel fell. The assailant then turned to me, blood dripping from his mace. I nearly wet my pants, but managed to scream for help and began casting my fire spell as fast as I could while backing up. I brought my bow up in time to block the first blow of his mace.

Baurus came running into the chamber from behind my attacker. A slash to the unarmored area at the back of the assassin's legs crumpled him to his knees. The Redguard then yanked back on the full face helm, exposing flesh, and drew his katana viciously across the killer's throat.

Bruised, bleeding and shaking uncontrollably, I was still on my feet. Blocking with my bow had undoubtedly saved my life, but the staff of the weapon was now badly cracked, rendering it useless. I was glad Acadian had urged me to pick up a spare.

A pair of healing potions, ironically gathered from the corpses of Red Robes, eased our wounds. "I-I'm sorry I failed, Baurus. Thank you for saving me." I thought he might imprison me again for not protecting the Emperor. Rather than angry though, he seemed devastated. I guiltily lowered my eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

"I am a Blade, sworn to protect the Emperor," he replied slowly. "Captain Renault, Glenroy, and now the last of the Septim line - all dead. It is I who have failed."

I could feel the pain emanating from Baurus as he stared at the figure in royal purple robes, now dead on the cold stones beneath our feet.

We talked about the amulet, the heir and the Emperor's last words to me. Baurus explained I could find the monk Jauffre near Chorrol. Apparently, Jauffre was also leader of the Blades. Baurus then told me how to escape and what to expect in the sewers ahead, adding, "you may encounter rats and goblins, but that shouldn't give you too much trouble. From what I've seen, I'd guess you’re an experienced agent?"

"More goblins?" I gulped. "I don't know what an agent is."

After producing some items from a pouch at his waist, Baurus uncapped an inkpot, then handed me a quill and a parchment form to fill out. "I need some information so l can make sure a full pardon is issued for whatever you're in here for. I don’t want the Legion stopping you on the way to Chorrol."

I had no idea what most of the stuff on the form was. I mean, I could read; Nilawen had taught me how so I could help her with the bookkeeping for her store. I simply didn't understand many of the questions. It seemed someone did though. I was beginning to trust Acadian, so I just closed my eyes and let him guide my hands to fill out the form.

I handed the parchment back to Baurus. He looked it over and said, "bowgirl? Well, I wasn't too far off. Still, I don't think you'll have any trouble." He studied the form again. "Well, Buffy from Bravil, here's the key to get into the sewers. The entrance is in the next room. Once you're outside, take care of whatever you need to do, and don't take any risks. When able, make your way to Chorrol. Good luck."

"Thank you Baurus," I said sadly as I took the key and left the brave Redguard who knelt down on one knee by the body of his Emperor. The beautiful white fur collar of the royal robes was now soaked with blood from the fatal head wound.

Smells. Rats. Goblins. Yuck. Daylight! Only a few slivers, but real sunshine ahead. Thank you Mara. Rusted and unused, the round gate required several kicks to finally creak open, exposing full daylight, fresh air and a beautiful lake.

I was so excited I started dancing around like a little, well, wood elf. That of course attracted the attention of a mudcrab on the shore of the lake who began clicking, hissing and moving towards me pretty quickly. Rather than reaching for an arrow, my right hand erupted in a stream of flames that both killed and cooked the beast.

Cracking the crab's shell open with a large stone, I ravenously ate the meat. A huge drink of the lake later, I felt a bit better.

At that point I could feel Acadian urging me to climb the hill up to the Imperial City.

I guess it was the pent up emotions of what I had recently been through and so many sudden changes forcing their way into my life. I'm sure that being exhausted didn't help. Waves of despair, anger and frustration surged within me.

Choking back a sudden urge to cry, I put my hands on my hips and defiantly threw back my head. "Look", I said angrily, "if we're going to travel together, we need to reach some understandings. You obviously know many valuable things about my world, and I believe you can help me; but just as obviously, you know nothing about women. We are going to have to work together here. I'm filthy, bone tired and I stink. I'm not going one step further without a bath in this nice lake."

Silence.

"Well ok then." I took off those putrid clothes and dove into the lake. Ten minutes later, I felt like a new elf as I reluctantly climbed out of the water. I spent a couple hours on the old wooden pier, scrubbing my clothes and the stuff I brought out of the prison. I figured maybe I could sell some of it for enough gold to help get me home.

The sun was now well below the top of White Gold Tower, which meant I only had a few more hours of daylight. I dressed as best I could and, with a small strip of cloth, tied my now dry hair into a ponytail. After carefully loading my pack, and strapping on the bow, goblin staff and quiver, I started the climb toward Imperial City.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 22 2010, 06:51 PM

Just one question:

Did she leave enough water to bathe in?

Never mind, my question was answered a few paragraphs later! The way you ended this chapter is just classic Buffy!

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 22 2010, 08:57 PM

Buffy, Buffy, Buffy... To write the whimsical tale of the cunning Buffy is to create a master-piece. You do it very well, Acadian. I aspire to have a fraction of your talent. Also, is Buffy named after Buffy Summers the Vampire Slayer?

Posted by: Olen Jun 22 2010, 11:08 PM

Great stuff, this piece has a unique tone which I think Zalphon described perfectly with whimsical. It's amusing to read and sometimes outright funny, Buffy's somewhat flippant tone is very readable and her observations are spot on.

Now you've seen off the dreaded tutorial quest I can't wait to see this develop.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 23 2010, 12:32 AM

The Buffster is back!

And it is Ardaline who taught Buffy to mix potions. I like how you are not only introducing Buffy's skillz, but also creating the foundations of many of her relationships. Ardaline, Marz, Daenlin, etc... In a very subtle way, you are showing us that this little Elfton is part of an extended family, rather than simply being a lone adventurer.

Excellent description of bow use. Not just the things like drawing to half-tension to sight and letting out half a breath, but also the extra thought given to the ceiling and stalactites. Likewise with Buffy's tactical sense that prompted her to brew up a poison, take her shot, and then escape to allow it to do its job.

A slash to the unarmored area at the back of the assassin's legs crumpled him to his knees.
Looks like Baurus has been taking lessons from Julian...

Once again, you chose a very original way to portray how the game asks you to pick your class, etc..., by weaving it into Baurus making a pardon for our agent, ahem, bowgirl.

And finally the obligatory bath in the lake, washing away the old life in order to usher in the new.

nits:
I shot him also, then turned and ran back down the tunnel I came from, nocking a second arrow as I ran.
You have ran twice here. Perhaps replace the second instance with "as I did so" or "as I went"?

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jun 23 2010, 08:58 AM

There they are, Buffy and Baurus, standing in the Sanctum with the Emperor of Tamriel's dead body staining the (presumably) stone floors and Baurus still has the presence of mind to fulfill the demands of bureaucracy! His (and your) explanation for why the form needs filling out lifted this piece of business from the ridiculous into another of those head-slapping, why-didn't-I-think-of-that moments that we have all grown to know and love in Buffy's story. Well Done!

I did spot this:

I think the word 'to' escaped your keen editorial eye.

Posted by: Remko Jun 23 2010, 10:32 AM

It would seem Buffy's been taking cooking lessons from Rales

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jun 25 2010, 08:25 AM

On this new and fantastic day let me quote some Poe -

Oh lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

I am overjoyed to see that our Buffy is back. Your writing is far too influential to be tucked away on some hard drive somewhere. It belongs in the public domain, more, more, I say!!

I agree with Sage Rosa here, this, my friend, is an awesome line.

Posted by: Acadian Jun 25 2010, 02:58 PM

In Chapter 2 (part 2), Buffy witnessed the death of Uriel Septim VII in the tunnels under the Imperial Prison, then made her way to fresh air and daylight.

Rider- I'm so glad that Buffy's temperament comes through. That she can learn from Acadian is pretty straightforward; my hope was that the tail end of the previous chapter shows that Buffy is well-equipped to teach him a thing or two as well. Oh, and as pointed out by SubRosa, we also learn from Julian.

Zalphon- Thank you for those mighty kind words! The name Buffy is a blend of several themes:
1. Yes, her mother was a Bosmer merchant, but her father was a Breton vampire slayer. . . .
2. She likes alliteration: Buffy the Blond Bravilian Bosmer/Breton Bowgirl. (I figured Buffy was better than Barbie or Bambie.)
3. Buffy tells me that as a youngster, her parents couldn't keep clothes on her, especially around water. Running around 'in the buff' earned her that nickname as a child. To this day, being near waterfalls makes her clothes fall off and she can't resist a swim.
4. One must admit that Buffy is an unusual name for a TES character. My intent was that the tongue-in-cheek aspect would prevent me from taking her too seriously. In that regard, I'm afraid I have failed miserably.

Olen- I'm delighted you are still with us. Buffy is well-intentioned, but has a short attention span, so she may become easily distracted from the Emperor's task. Whimsical is a description we relish. I hope that as you continue to read and get to know her better, you might agree that 'comfort food' (coined by D.Foxy), 'cuddly like a rattlesnake' (coined by SubRosa) and even 'lethally blond' (coined by Mrs Acadian) might also apply to her.

SubRosa- Thank you, as always for the rich feedback. You are such an indispensable sounding board for how we are doing. Yes, we totally borrowed Julian's patented katana slash to the back of the legs! Speaking of borrowing, I know that you will note a tiny bit of TF in the next chapter. Thank you for the nit - agreed and fixed!

Destri- Thank you. We like the game to be recognizable, but Buffy will routinely try to ferret out underlying currents and make sense of her world. I appreciate your keen editorial eye allowing me the opportunity to fix that little typo.

Remko- Yes, fire spell + mudcrab = Rales special! In the original version, Buffy shot the crab and ate it raw. This time around, that elicited an 'Ewww!' from Mrs Acadian, so we crafted an alternative, with Rales coming to the rescue.

Wolf- Oh my. That poem really made Buffy swoon. When last I saw her she was headed for Nilawen's to see about getting a frame to put it up in her house. She sends:

I had made my way back to the Imperial City, but I was broke. To get home, I needed gold to afford ship travel down the Niben. Hopefully selling the loot I collected from my prison escape would help. Besides, I could barely carry it all.

I wondered if that amulet the Emperor gave me was worth much? Buffy! Don't even think it! He was a nice old man and entrusted me with it on his deathbed. I never actually said I would deliver the thing to this Jauffre fellow though . . . but Baurus also trusted me. I mean, he could have just killed me, taken the amulet and delivered it himself. Of course, Baurus also told me to take care of what I needed to first. Well, I needed to get home. Settled then. I would deliver the amulet - just not right now.

Wandering the Market District, I found myself in front of the same store where the. . . um, incident that landed me in prison had occurred. I hoped City Swimmer had made it home safely. The wooden sign hanging over the door was new and different. It seemed some new merchant had wasted no time buying the store and getting it back in business under a different name.

As I entered the shop, I looked at the letters beautifully carved into the wood of the massively elegant new counter: 'Copious Coinpurse - the shop where your purse is just as full after you buy!' Well, since my purse was empty I was hoping to do a little better than that.

I couldn't keep my eyes from straying to the spot on the floor where I had last seen the former owner with my arrow imbedded in his chest. I felt a sense of guilt - the blood stain was still faintly visible on the planks of the well-scrubbed wooden floor.

"I'm Thoronir. How may I help you today, sister Bosmer?" His voice was that of a smooth talking merchant, but certainly friendly enough and I returned his warm smile.

Standing eye-to-eye with Thoronir, it was refreshing not having to look up to talk to him. Sliding the goblin staff from my back and opening my pack, I replied, "I need some gold to get home and I'm hoping you can help."

Upon selling all the stuff I didn't need, I left the store, counted my gold and frowned. After picking some plants with alchemical properties that grew within the city, I found a shop called The Main Ingredient. I used some of the gold that Thoronir had given me to buy some empty vials and ingredients that would combine well with those I had just gathered. My hope was to make back my gold - and more - by selling finished potions.

After some work with my mortar and pestle, I returned to the Copious Coinpurse.

Thoronir gave me a good price on those potions, especially since I didn't need them. Finally, my rumbling stomach prompted me to buy a couple loaves of bread from him. I had almost enough gold now to book passage home to Bravil - but not quite.

Once back outside on the cobblestone street, I pondered my next move. The sun had now dipped below the tall gray walls surrounding the Market District, and shadows were beginning to claim the city for the night. I really didn't want to spend any gold on an inn, but I needed a place to sleep. Behind the Merchants Inn I found a bedroll. Unfortunately, a nearby beggar said it was hers. After explaining my plight, I asked if she had any ideas.

Her name was Simplicia. Gray hair framed a life-hardened face, but her eyes were kind. She looked at the longbow on my back that towered above the top of my head. Her gaze then shifted to above my right shoulder at the feathered tails bristling from their quiver. Finally she took my right hand in hers, opened it and examined the heavy bowstring calluses on my fingers. "I see you are no stranger to the bow. Perhaps you should join the gladiators in the Arena."

Surely she had been sleeping out in the rain too long! She responded to my skeptical look by gently placing her gnarled hand upon my forearm, "trust me dear, if you need gold quickly, the Arena's probably better and safer than the alternative."

"Which is?" I prompted.

Her eyes briefly flashed as if recalling a painful memory, then she shook her head and quietly replied, "selling yourself at the Merchants Inn."

I thought about that, and suspected she was right. Something in Simplica's tone suggested she spoke with the wisdom of experience. I didn't fancy getting killed in the Arena, but the idea of being pawed by strange men made my skin crawl. Besides, I reflected guiltily, I knew more about killing men than sleeping with them.

The Arena could provide a place to sleep, a set of armor and some gold. Of course I could also get killed, but I was pretty good with a bow. . . . Hopefully Daenlin's training would not let me down. Well ok then. I sighed heavily, blew some blond strays from my face, then nodded at Simplicia. After we shared one of my loaves of bread, I thanked her and headed for the Arena.

It was dark by the time I found the entrance to the Bloodworks, but it was still open. My heart sank when Owyn the Blademaster started laughing at me. I was torn between happiness and fear when the Redguard finally agreed to let me become a combatant of the lowest rank - Pit Dog.

Well, if I needed to fight to get home, so be it - but not tonight. "What have I gotten us into, Acadian?" I whispered as I crawled into an empty bedroll. Exhaustion prevailed over fear however, and sleep came quickly.

The next morning I tried on my newly issued Arena armor. Owyn had called it a light raiment. It was blue and quite attractive, actually. After eating some of my bread and quaffing a pitcher of water, I strapped on my quiver, grabbed my bow, then reported to Owyn. He sounded pretty discouraging, but scheduled me for the next match. I climbed up the ramp to the Arena itself, then applied the only poison I had to an arrow. I stuck two more arrows into the ground by my right foot.

With my bow partially drawn, the announcer describing that only one Pit Dog would leave the Arena alive and the crowd yelling, I was scared to death. Too late to back out now, Buffy. The gate opened and I was already sighted in. I quickly brought my bowstring to full tension and released it. My first arrow was still in the air as I grabbed the second.

The other combatant's pale skin blossomed with a green tinge from my poison, but he was still racing at me as I launched my second arrow and grabbed a third. He was getting way too close. I could clearly see now he was a fellow Bosmer. I started moving backwards down my tunnel as I nocked that third arrow.

The impact at this range knocked him off balance and stopped him. His face was contorted with pain and rage, yet somehow he managed to resume a staggering advance and raise his blade. He was close enough now to hit me however, and I had run out of tunnel to back up in!

My bow came up to deflect his short sword while fire flew from my right hand. He screamed at the flames as the tip of his blade skittered down the lower limb of my bow, then into my left leg. The horrible smell of his burning flesh filled the air as, finally, he fell.

"Oh thank Mar-" I stopped myself short, unsure how our Goddess of Love would feel about helping me kill my Arena opponent.

My left shoulder ached from being badly jarred. I was bleeding from the gash on my leg and shaking all over. I heard the booming voice of the announcer declaring me the winner, so I limped back into the Bloodworks. The healing fountain eased my wounds quite a bit. Although not broken, the staff of my bow had been badly nicked. I suspected it would break if brought to full tension - I would need another bow. I had survived this fight, but clearly needed to get a lot better if I was ever going to do this again and expect to live.

"You did it! You actually survived your first match!" The incredulity in Owyn's voice made it clear that he had never expected me to live. I didn't find that comforting at all. He produced a small bag of gold and pressed it into my hand. "Here's your take, Pit Dog." He then slapped me on the shoulder - yes, the sore one and added, "ok, go get yourself cleaned up, kid. Good job."

I didn't feel like I had done a good job as I plopped onto a bench in the training bay of the Bloodworks. Did the Bosmer I had just killed have a family? Was he just trying to earn some money to get home like me? Any dreams he had were now spilled out upon the sands of the Arena. Like me however, he had made a choice. I wished his elven spirit well, hoping that had he been victorious he would have done the same for me. Shaking my head, I tried to clear the image of his charred face from my mind, and counted my gold. Including Owyn's pouch of blood money, I now had enough to get home.

Since the Arena raiment was the nicest outfit I had, I kept it on. Leaving the damaged bow behind, I shouldered my pack and headed for the Waterfront to book passage on a ship home.

As I left the Bloodworks, I breathed the word, "Bravil." Every fiber in me ached to return to my humble city on the Niben.

Besides, City Swimmer owed me big for saving her scaly tail.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 25 2010, 04:33 PM

Once again, I can see the improvement over the original. The Copious Coinpurse replacing the previous shop was brilliant. As was Buffy's pangs of regret over the stain on the floor. Not to mention her thinking of pawning the Amulet of Kings! Let's face it, who would not at least think of doing it!

Yay for Simplicia!

I knew more about killing men than sleeping with them.
Now there is a sentiment that both Buffy and Teresa share. I suspect that Buffy will outgrow it one day...

Once again good work on describing Buffy's use of the bow, this time staging arrows in the sand in order to fire quicker. I also liked her thanking Mara, then stopping herself at the thought. Although I looked at Daggerfall once and in there Mara has an order of knights, all of the Nine seem to.

Posted by: D.Foxy Jun 25 2010, 05:09 PM

(Grumble) Rosa has hogged all the lines I was gonna spout...well that's what you get when you watch Bravil (er er) Brazil vs Portugal and THEN go back to your comp...

VERY nice writing Acadian!!!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 25 2010, 05:16 PM

I really liked this chapter a great deal.

Adding Simplicia and using her to point Buffy to the Arena was outstanding. I remember her from the TF, and am glad that she came to help Buffy as well. Seems she has a fondness for young Bosmeri women!

I can only echo what Sage Rosa has already said.

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 25 2010, 08:59 PM

Buffy the Prostitute... That'd be an interesting chapter. I can see it now...

The orc male grumbles, "On the bed, now. No clothes."

"My bow strung, now. Your heartbeat silenced," growled Buffy.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jun 26 2010, 08:16 AM

Such a smooth and beautiful chapter.

Using Thoronir as the new owner brought a smile to my face, bravo to that!

I really loved the way you paused the action when you entered the Bloodworks instead of having Buffy just jump into her first fight. The overnight sleep was a show of humanity (is that the right word for a Bosmer?) that will become the main stay of what makes your writing so delicious.

Fantastic!! Watching Buffy squirm her way through her encounters with men is one of the best parts of this story. Every time I hear Kud-Ei mention her love for her girls, I always think of inexperienced Buffy!

I get the feeling that this might change over time....

Posted by: Acadian Jun 28 2010, 03:09 PM

In Chapter 3, selling items from her Imperial Prison escape and crafting potions could not quite finance Buffy's ship travel home to Bravil. Trading blood for gold, she emerged from an Arena fight with enough money for her passage home.

SubRosa- Thank you so much for the encouragement. I'm having fun working in minor tweaks that don't change the focus of her story. My challenge is to not increase chapter length. Buffy used to cover so much more ground per chapter in her early days! I'm afraid if I start allowing chapters to grow and multiply, we may never catch up. I look forward to the chapters ahead where she began to lavish more detail. You were squarely in mind as Buffy stopped herself short when thanking Mara. And of course, TF influenced our view of Simplicia.

Foxy- If the fight felt right, then you are to credit. She's broken two bows trying to block so far (as you suspected she would). Expect her to develop a spell to strengthen her bow for blocking. Thank you for reading!

Rider- I'm so glad you liked it! The scene with Simplicia, like Buffy's debate over the amulet, gave us a couple great opportunities to try and show some of Buffy's trademark internal debates and roundabout decision making that makes sense only to her.

Zalphon- Buffy the prostitute? Heh, I suspect she'll keep her day job and stick to selling potions and pelts when she needs gold.

Wolf- You know her well, my friend. Buffy is so very fortunate to have, in you, such a connoisseur of her life. Thank you!

The only passage I could afford was a tired old merchant vessel hauling goods to Leyawiin. I was told the captain had no plans to stop before his destination. The first mate took my gold and allowed me aboard - with an understanding. "We'll toss ye in the drink as we draw abeam Bravil. Ye knows how to swim now, doncha, Lass?"

The trip was slow and uneventful until we neared Bravil. Several of the crew were gathered on deck, speculating about a rocky outcropping that had appeared in the middle of Niben Bay. I could see the recently formed island, and what looked like some sort of glowing stone structure on it.

The first mate turned to me and exclaimed, "cursed rocks! They're poppin' up outta the river now. Had we passed here by night, we'd like as not be aground. Aye, 'tis a bad omen for sure." He shook his head then jerked his thumb to the west. "Bravil be as close as she'll get, Lass." He then added with a brown-toothed crooked grin, "mind the slaughterfish now."

Much to the amusement of the crew, I removed my clothes, wrapped them tightly in a piece of oilcloth from the ship and stuffed the bundle into my pack. I jumped into the Niben and swam for home.

Once ashore, I quickly dressed, then headed for the bridge leading to the Bravil city gate.

Captain Viera Lerus was talking to one of her guards, and barely noticed me as she pointed towards the bay. "Caccian, take the boat, row out to that island and relieve Gaius Prentus. He'll bring the boat back and your relief will be out in the morning."

I learned that the Count had ordered a guard be posted on the new island until they could determine its nature. Crossing the short bridge, I entered my town.

"Oh Buffy, we were so scared that we had lost you for good!" There were tears in Nilawen's brown eyes as she fiercely hugged me. I winced - those Arena wounds were not completely healed. "City Swimmer returned without you and refused to tell us anything about it."

I told the pretty, black-haired Bosmer that we had simply gotten separated and it took me a few days to make my way home. I decided to leave out the bits about dead merchants, Emperors and Arena combatants.

An uncomfortable look came across Nilawen's face. "Buffy, while you were gone, my late husband's cousin, Nordinor arrived and I have agreed to let him stay - in your old room upstairs. I hope you don't mind too much. The rent money he pays will really help make ends meet. You're eighteen now; Kud-Ei has agreed to take you on at her guild and provide quarters for you."

I was taken aback. Not because of Nordinor. The words that echoed in my head were: You're eighteen! Missing my own birthday? Unconscious on the floor of a prison cell - yep, not a birthday to remember I guess. "Nilawen, I could never be upset with you. You took me in when my mother died and treated me like your own family for these past six years. It is indeed time for me to join the guild."

There was so much catching up to do!

It was hard to be mad at City Swimmer, with her sad orange eyes. She felt so badly that she had abandoned me in the Imperial City. "You saved my life, Buffy, and I will give to you the only valuable thing I have. When the time is right, I will share with you the secret of the Gray Fox." I told City Swimmer I forgave her. I didn't quite know what to make of her offer, so I decided to let it pass, for now. She cried and hugged me. I surely hoped my wounds would heal before I received too many more hugs.

Not to be. This time it was me doing the hugging. "Daenlin, my friend, my teacher. You have no idea how many times your lessons have saved my life in the last week!" I told him of my adventures, of shooting, blocking with my bow, and how I had survived an Arena fight.

Daenlin made an exaggerated show of inspecting my empty back which normally sported a bow, then chuckled, "seems you've been pretty hard on weapons. We can't have an unarmed bowgirl. Here take these."

I gratefully accepted the bow, and strapped the empty quiver he offered to my back. "Thank you, Master."

The old Bosmer's face then turned serious. "Buffy, decades ago I knew an elf named Diana. Never had I seen an archer blessed with her degree of natural ability - until I brought you on as an apprentice ten years ago. Don't let this go to your head now; there are plenty of dead natural archers. Talent is wasted without passion and dedication to the craft of marksmanship. In you, my apprentice, I see all these things."

Daenlin was now carefully inspecting arrows, and loading them, one by one, over my shoulder into the quiver. "Archery however, requires other skills to be effectively and safely used. Since you refuse to learn to fight with a blade, you must learn magic to strengthen your bow so you can block without damaging it. You also need spells that can immobilize your foes so you can safely shoot them. I have been talking with Kud-Ei and Nilawen. We agree, it is time for you to join the guild of magic."

Kud-Ei and her mages welcomed me warmly, and helped me move my few possessions into the guild hall. They even threw a small, belated eighteenth birthday party for me after dinner in the dining room. I grabbed my Altmer friend. "Thank you, Ardaline for showing me how to make potions when I was younger. You have no idea how much that helped me when I was in the Imperial City."

Kud-Ei overheard and motioned for me to approach. "Buffy, I'll do anything for my girls, and right now Ardaline has a problem. How would you like to start the admissions process to the Arcane University and help Ardaline at the same time?"

I got excited and chirped, "University? Help Ardaline? Oh, yes! How can I do that?"

Kud Ei explained what I must do to recover Ardaline's missing staff and gain my first recommendation to the University. Then she taught me a spell that would make people more receptive when I tried to be charming. I knew about sweet talking, and hoped the spell could improve my results. She told me to start by talking to a local Dunmer who had been pestering Ardaline.

The next morning, thanks to my new charm spell, that Dunmer, Varen Vamori was ready to do anything for me. I discovered he was sweet on Ardaline. Although no expert in these matters, I suggested that stealing and selling Ardaline's staff to a dealer in the Imperial City had perhaps not been the wisest choice for winning her affection.

Fully healed, well equipped, and with a newfound confidence from my recent exploits, I decided to brave the trip on foot. I found I was beginning to like the idea of having Acadian with me. He patiently listened to me chatter about all kinds of things on our journey.

Well, there wasn't really too much to getting the staff back, just some more sweet talking and a little sneaking. Oh, and I got to pick a couple locks. I was terrible at that, and sure there must be a better way. Perhaps magic?

Upon my return, Kud-Ei was delighted that I had recovered Ardaline's staff and gave me a recommendation for the Arcane University.

I spent the next several days mostly at the guild, learning and practicing. I was starting to get better with magic. I could now control or confuse simple animals and detect nearby life signs. I really wanted to learn how to disappear. I practiced a lot in the guild basement, sometimes just casting spells over and over.

I didn't neglect my bow skills though. One day, while hunting along the river, I just stood and stared at that mysterious island out in the bay. Finally I said impishly, "Acadian, are you thinking what I am?"

*

"Buffy, where on Nirn did you get this?" Daenlin was incredulously examining the bow.

"Well," I replied with a giggle, "I sweet talked the guards into letting me ride out to that new island in the bay with them!"

"And. . .?" prompted Daenlin as he cocked his head and looked at me with arched eyebrows.

"There's a magic portal out there on the island. Gaius Prentus said if I was stupid enough to go in there, he wouldn't stop me. Well, you know me - in I went. First, there was a funny, bald man who asked me if I wanted to proceed further into what he called the Shivering Isles. I told him sure. He disappeared. Then the room - you're really not going to believe this Daenlin - it exploded into butterflies! I was on a hilltop in a land like nothing I've seen before."

I continued excitedly, "well, I decided to look around some before coming home. I found some plant samples that I simply must show to Ardaline. There were also some unusual creatures that looked like gray goblins. The mayor of the little town there - it's called Passwall - said they're called grummites." I stopped for a moment to catch my breath, then quickly went on, "I saw some old ruins and decided to explore around the outside of them. There were more of those grummites, but with bows. After killing one, I grabbed his weapon and came right home. So, what do you think?"

Daenlin's face clouded with concern as he shook his balding head. "Buffy, I know you're a fine archer, but I worry about your risk taking. You could have been killed charging into something unknown like that."

"Daenlin," I said, frowning defensively. "I want to travel and adventure. I'm old enough to - "

The old Bosmer held up his hand to silence me. "Yes, yes, I know how old you are. But you are still a young elf with only a tiny fraction of your potential lifespan behind you. You're not a human; you don't need to race through life like they do. I just worry about you, that's all."

"I know you do," I said gently. "I'll be careful, I promise. But really now, what do you think of this bow?"

Daenlin turned the weapon over in his hands several times. "Hmm, very light. Some sort of unusual wood. Incredibly balanced and strong though. Buffy, I have no idea. Let's try it out." Daenlin grabbed his Bow of Infliction, then we went out to the archery target by The Lonely Suitor Lodge.

Thunk. My old bow hit the target. "Now," Daenlin said, "take your grummite bow and try to do exactly the same thing. I'll keep track of which arrow came from which bow." I did as Daenlin instructed, then he handed me his Bow of Infliction and told me to repeat the process yet again.

We walked up to the target and Daenlin spent several moments carefully measuring how deeply each arrow had penetrated. He then removed and returned them to my quiver, took his Bow of Infliction from me and stated, "Buffy, I've never seen anything like this grummite bow of yours. It's much more lethal than your old iron trimmed one, yet weighs less. In fact it is very nearly as powerful as the Bow of Infliction at a quarter of the weight. You have quite a find there, my apprentice!"

As Daenlin went back into the Archer's Paradox, I practiced with the grummite bow, quickly gaining confidence that this exciting new find would serve me long and well. I had always wanted to travel. Perhaps, after learning some more magic, I might be ready to venture beyond Bravil and the Imperial City.

Posted by: SubRosa Jun 28 2010, 05:41 PM

"We'll toss ye in the drink as we draw abeam Bravil. Ye knows how to swim now, doncha, Lass?"
I love it! The same way Chance got to Bravil, except the pirates did not know he was going for a swim...

And I see another new addition that fits in perfectly. Taking the ship back rather than the coach provides Buffy with the prefect segue into the Shivering Isles (it must be really cold there).

You're eighteen! Missing my own birthday? Unconscious on the floor of a prison cell - yep, not a birthday to remember I guess.
Doh! I hate birthday parties like that! That reminds me, I should think of when Teresa's birthday is... Thank you for putting that idea in my head.

And here is another bit of re-engineering. Diana rears her pointy ears already. Very good choice in doing so. This really sets up some very important, long-term plot-lines.

Finally Buffy gets the obligatory "be careful" speech from the old man. She is not the only youngin' to be enduring that today.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jun 28 2010, 05:49 PM

I loved that you introduced us to Diana at this point - wonderful foreshadowing here! Knowing what's far ahead, I think this is a good time to start planting seeds.

I loved the interaction between Buffy and the first mate, as pointed out by Rosie.

And we see the first part of Shivering Isles! Buffy is a mite foolhardy to go diving in there!

Good job tweaking this chapter!

Posted by: Zalphon Jun 28 2010, 07:12 PM

I enjoyed this chapter, very well written.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jun 29 2010, 07:33 AM

The way you have captured Buffy's naivety was oh so good. The deadly killing machine when pushed to the wall is only a flickering flame that has not even begun to show itself. Buffy comes across as an adventurous and happy girl that can take anything in her stride. "Oh by the way Buffy you are out on your ear and shipped off to the MG. Pack up your gear and go."

The young are like that, they are capable of learning and adapting to anything. Bravo!

Posted by: Olen Jun 29 2010, 10:02 AM

I like Buffy and I like this story, I think she's the only character I've read who would go for a casual day trip to the Shivering Isles and not really think anything of it. And now the nieve tide of destruction is decending on the mages guild... I wonder if they know what's coming.

Good stuff, most enjoyable and by the sounds of it quite extensive too.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jun 30 2010, 01:27 AM

3. Buffy Fights Her Way Home

The first thing that struck me was Buffy’s irrepressible ability to rationalize anything. Your ability to write from the point of view of the opposite sex never ceases to amaze. Sure, the Gates of Oblivion are opened wide and all of Nirn is threatened by the Daedric Prince of Destruction. And sure, the Emperor and his legitimate heirs are all dead which leaves the whole of the Empire in limbo. But dammit, Buffy needs to get back home first!

What a surprising revelation it was to discover that the shop had been bought up and renamed The Copious Coinpurse. In the most simple and direct way you give us all a sense of the economics of the Imperial City. The fact that the shop is turned over so quickly means that there must be quite a long waiting list to get into the Market District. I wonder how long Thoronir’s name was on the list, and what he did while he waited (that sounds like the material for an excellent subplot).

4. Homecoming

Daenlin’s character really comes across well in this chapter, and I agree with haute that the foreshadowing of Diana is a very nice touch. I was so intrigued by the crew of the ship that I wish Buffy had spent more time aboard, but I know she was anxious to finally get back home.

QFT . . . In all things! To paraphrase Daenlin: ‘In you, Acadian, we see all these things.’

Posted by: Acadian Jul 1 2010, 04:09 PM

In Chapter 4, Buffy returned home to Bravil, caught up with friends, joined the Guild of Mages and even found a wonderful new bow during a brief excursion into the Shivering Isles. She seems quite interested in studying magic, and her guild head has suggested she pursue admission to the Arcane University.

SubRosa- I'm so pleased you agree with our choice to switch to a ship for this trip. I don't really intend to develop coach travel, but ships clearly fit right in. As you pointed out, I noticed that both our elves endured the old 'be careful' speech nearly simultaneously. Thank you for your wonderful support.

Rider- I'm delighted that the ship trip worked well! Thank you. Yes, Buffy, just ignore the warning of old Gaius Prentus standing guard at the portal to Shivering Isles. Foolhardy? Methinks you're right!

Zalphon- Thank you. I really appreciate you staying with us!

Wolf- Young, naïve and adaptable - yes. As you know, she will grow and become more sophisticated, but she'll always have some glaringly naïve moments.

Olen- I'm so glad you like Buffy! My hope is that she will continue to worm her way into your heart. I do hope she listens to Daenlin and learns a touch of caution though.

Destri- Yes, she is certainly good at rationalizing - sometimes in the most head-spinning of ways. That she could influence the Empire is beyond her comprehension. Buffy is that 'simple girl from Bravil', motivated by personal friendships, survival and curiosity. I'm pleased that I could edit in the ship travel and Copious Coinpurse aspects and still keep this chapter to one post. Daenlin's concern for Buffy's risk taking was a result of your counsel and comments way back in another chapter in the original version. Thank you.

"You'll not stop me Kalthar! This amulet rightfully belongs to Dagail!" The boldness and authority in my voice surprised me.

The mage's fist spiked upwards towards the low ceiling with an ominous glow. My hand was quicker though. A green trail of magic leapt from my fingertips towards Kalthar's chest and struck like a serpent. Paralyzed and poisoned by my new power, Cobra's Dance, his body went limp and started to fall. My right hand then shot into my quiver as I stepped back. A moment later, he jerked from the impact of my first arrow. I reached for a second, but found it was not needed.

Kalthar was dead. I quivered the arrow and sat down to think. How did this happen and what to do now?

My main concern was that I had just killed a member of my own guild. When I found the Seers Stone amulet deep inside Fort Blueblood and turned to leave, Kalthar had suddenly appeared. I was delighted to see him, and at the prospect of a fellow guild mate to travel back to Leyawiin with. It quickly became clear however, that Kalthar was a traitor to the guild and that only one of us would leave the fort alive.

Staring at Kalthar's corpse, I reviewed the events of the last few days that had led to this.

Back in Bravil, Acadian had urged that I travel to Leyawiin for my next guild recommendation. I decided to listen. The trek south had been pretty uneventful. I gathered lots of plants with useful properties growing between the shore of the Lower Niben and the Green Road. My new bow proved several times to be as light and lethal as Daenlin had surmised.

At one point I heard hoofbeats rapidly approaching, and stepped to the side of the road. The rider abruptly drew up her mount in a cloud of dust beside me. Her black horse was breathing hard and I could feel the heat emanating from the majestic animal. The dusty rider was a young Breton who, as the horse pranced and snorted, handed me a newspaper and said she had no time to chat. They were then gone with an amazing display of speed.

I stared at the trail of dust as the hoofbeats were quickly swallowed by the Green Road leading back towards Bravil. The paper was the Black Horse Courier and this one was all about the assassination. It confirmed that the Elder Council had everything under control. That made me feel better about holding onto the Emperor's amulet until my guild recommendations brought me north to Chorrol.

Putting the newspaper in my pack, I decided to check my map and noticed a blue mark southeast of Leyawiin that wasn't there earlier. That could only mean one thing. "Acadian, why do you think we should go into the Black Marsh?" No answer. I found it annoying to get told where to go, but on the other hand, I was scared not to go. Acadian didn't pester me often, and usually it was for good reason.

Although we were getting close to Leyawiin, the sun was now dipping below the trees and it would soon be dark.

I stepped to the river's edge to fill my water bag and was quickly able to find and kill a mudcrab. Moving well across the road and up into a small, secluded clearing, I set up camp. Soon I was surrounded by the beautiful starlit sky, warm crackle of a fire, and the herb-enhanced smell of roasted crab. After dinner, I counted and inspected my arrows. Then I stowed my equipment, shucked off my clothes and went to crawl into my bedroll. I could sense Acadian's irritation. I knew exactly what this was about and my temper flared.

Men! "Acadian, if you had your way, I would sleep with full battle gear including a bow and quiver jammed into my back! Or more likely, would you have me never sleep at all? I know you worry, but that’s why I had Ita Rienus teach me how to disappear before we left Bravil. You know that every time I camp or bathe in the wilderness, I make sure I have that spell ready. That will allow the time I need to grab my bow if suddenly attacked. Now, mind your own business about what I do or do not wear!"

Early the next morning, I chose to bypass Leyawiin and set off for that blue mark on my map. The ground softened and the vegetation thickened, becoming more marsh like as I continued south. By midday, I found it. The towering gray stone appeared to be some sort of shrine. Although I suspected it was magical, the stone was dormant to my touch.

After dark. There was no sound, but Acadian's words were clear.

I set up my campsite and spent the latter part of the day turning some of the ingredients I had gathered into potions, chatting to Acadian and wondering what a University recommendation from the Leyawiin guild might entail.

I needed to improve my ability to repair things if I was ever going to effectively use magic weapons and armor. My nice blue Arena uniform was getting pretty beat up between the times I could find someone to repair it. I had taken to carrying extra hammers and practiced repairing everything I could, even if I just dropped and left it. I mean, some dead bandit's greaves weren't worth much. Besides, I couldn't carry a lot of weight.

I also needed to save gold. I wondered how much a beautiful black horse like the one I saw the day before cost?

Finally, the stone was shrouded in darkness, save for the gentle flicker of my campfire. I touched it again, and was rewarded by a green mist that quickly engulfed me, then dissipated. In that moment, the nature of the shrine was revealed to me. It was called the Serpent Stone, and I had just learned the Dance of the Cobra.

It was a special power I could only use once a day, but by Mara, what it could do! Being confronted or cornered might be a little less scary now. "Oh thank you Acadian! I could just hug you. Well, um, I mean if I could see you that is."

The next morning, I left the Serpent Stone, retraced my steps somewhat and arrived at Leyawiin. There were lots of Argonians and Khajiit. I didn't understand why they seemed to dislike each other here. I didn't really know any Khajiit very well, but Argonians were a different matter. I adored City Swimmer and Kud-Ei. Some of the Argonians here though were saying terrible things about Khajiit.

I found a general store called Best Goods and Guarantees, run by a Bosmer named Gundalas. After selling off everything from my recent travels that I didn't need, I was pleasantly surprised how full my coin purse was becoming.

Once I arrived at the guild hall I met the leader of this chapter, an older Bosmer named Dagail. She seemed confused, and complained of voices in her head. I tried to talk to her about it, seeing as I could kind of identify with having a voice in my head. We really just couldn't communicate though.

A pleasant, but businesslike Nordic woman named Agata was the assistant guild head and seemed to be running things. She filled me in and suggested I talk to the other mages. It seemed Dagail's voices were controlled and focused by an amulet that had been lost or stolen. I noticed Kalthar's resentful attitude when he spoke of Dagail, but didn't think anything of it at the time.

I learned that Dagail's father, Manduin, had required and used a similar amulet. Perhaps, if I could recover Manduin's amulet from his tomb in Fort Blueblood, it could quiet Dagail's voices. I recalled passing Fort Blueblood in the Black Marsh during my recent visit to the Serpent Stone.

Clearing the fort had not been that hard. I had a strong bow, deadly poisons and could now sneak like a shadow. The marauders infesting the fort were also pretty spread out, so I could snipe them off one at a time. I was thankful that Daenlin had given me some bodkin tip arrows, as they were much more effective at penetrating heavier armor. Most of the marauders' equipment was too heavy to lug with me. I did pick up a few lightweight items that looked like they would sell for -

Buffy! Stop daydreaming. Shaking my head vigorously to clear it, I returned to my present plight.

So there I still was, in the bowels of Fort Blueblood staring at a dead guild mate - a whining, traitorous one, but a guild mate nevertheless. I knew just sitting there was not going to help, so I packed up and headed back to the guild, not sure what my reception might be.

Once I explained what had happened, it became clear my worries were not necessary. Agata and I agreed that Kalthar had probably stolen and disposed of Dagail's amulet, then tried to prevent me from recovering Manduin's amulet. She also assured me the guild would not hold Kalthar's death against me.

As Dagail donned her father's amulet, the change was dramatic. Confusion left the old Bosmer's face as a piercing wisdom filled her brown eyes. She calmly smiled and said, "Thank you my child. The voices have cleared. For that, you shall have my recommendation."

She then stared deeply into my eyes as if looking into my very soul. A flash of what looked like recognition turned into a smile and she spoke again, "Greetings Acadian, how long has it been? One hundred years or more? I would have expected to see you traipsing around with some young steel-clad paladin, or perhaps a strapping ranger. For you to be guiding such a fragile young elf is quite the surprise. You may find, in her company, that you learn as much as you teach."

Shocked, I managed to breathe the words, "y-you know Acadian?"

After gently pressing two fingers under my chin to close my mouth, she smiled and responded, "Older than Nirn he is, walking with adventurous spirits. Gently guiding paths, if you possess the wisdom to listen. Your mind is your own, child, and there will be hard choices ahead. Know this however - you do not travel alone. I grow tired now."

There was much to think about as I finished practicing my spell casting later that night. Despite the clean sheets, I felt rather creepy as I crawled into Kalthar's old bed in the basement. On one hand I felt badly that he had to die. On the other hand, I admitted to myself the thrilling exhilaration that I felt sinking my killing arrow into his chest. He had been mean to Dagail and to me. Is that what vengeance is? I enjoyed it - I think. Was that bad?

Before drifting off to sleep, my thoughts turned to Acadian and I smiled. After listening to Dagail that day, I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from me. I still didn't understand it all, but at least I was convinced now that I wasn't crazy. Further, it seemed Acadian and I belonged together. I helped Dagail see more clearly, and she had returned the favor. I knew now why Acadian had urged this trip.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 1 2010, 04:43 PM

QFT! And very classic of Buffy! I hope Acadian didn't take offense at that little tirade from our skinny wood-elf!

Buffy's time in Leyawiin has been very helpful for me in writing my own version of the same quest. I hope I put Buffy's lessons on writing to good use in Chapter 19. She may be blonde, but she certainly isn't stupid!

Again I loved revisiting Leyawiin. While I'm not a fan of humid, warm climates (especially marshy ones), Buffy has taught me to appreciate the beauty that can be found only there.

Posted by: ureniashtram Jul 1 2010, 04:48 PM

Voices in... Buffy's head? Well, I have one too! And (shrieks in pain and clutches his head tightly)... they.. They're urging me to comment on this wonderful story! Lol!

Really, I'm intrigued with Acadian guiding Buffy on her adventures. Too bad I didn't catch up.

Now that's over with, I eagerly await the next update, all the while listening to my iPod playing a certain song about 'Voices in my head'!

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 1 2010, 04:51 PM

To start with, I love the title!

Starting in media res, very cool. I have always had trouble doing that. The showdown with unibrow was straight and to the point (as one expects from an archer!). He is one of those guys that you automatically know is a villain. Just look at him!

Men! "Acadian, if you had your way, I would sleep with full battle gear including a bow and quiver jammed into my back!
This was delicious!


I did pick up a few lightweight items that looked like they would sell for -

Buffy! Stop daydreaming.
This was wonderfully done as well. A fantastic way to bring us back to the present.

Finally, Dagail recognizing the man behind the curtain was an excellent addition. You have really been making an effort to make Buffy's fairy godfather a full-fledged character, and it is working.


nits:
A moment later, he jerked from the impact of my first arrow, as I reached for a second. It was not needed however.
This felt a bit awkward. Perhaps changing it a bit, like so:
A moment later he jerked from the impact of my first arrow. I reached for a second, but found it was not needed however.


I gathered lots of plants with useful properties and found more of those strange blue-green roots growing between the shore of the Lower Niben and the Green Road.
Nirn roots? I do not recall, did Buffy find Nirnroot before and begin gathering it?

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 2 2010, 06:57 AM

Such a clever idea to weave the Acadian / Buffy relationship into the story of Dagail. You are certainly killing two birds with one stone here. Bravo!
It was good that you put this idea in at the early part of this story. It does help the new readers catch up with this unique tale that you are telling.

Doom stones are something that I have never bothered with in the game on any of my characters.
You have got me intrigued. That paralyze sounds mighty tasty. It is a shame I didn't know about it when I first started playing an archer.
Does it grant you the right to now make a custom paralyze spell at the Praxographical center?

Posted by: Remko Jul 2 2010, 01:03 PM

Hey, the part with Dagail recognising Acadian inside her is new, amIright? I don't remember that from previous time. I liked it

Posted by: Olen Jul 3 2010, 04:28 PM

Great stuff, normally I'd have been unsure about the structure but it worked well with the unique way you tell this. Dagail was refreshingly shown too, in game I found her annoying and sympathised somewhat with 'unibrow' (excellent name subRosa). You showed her as less detatched an useless here with some purpose to her visions, it helped explain the whol;e voices in the head too, which made an excellent title.

Good stuff.

Posted by: enclave_private Jul 4 2010, 04:29 PM

Just got your message today. Glad to see Buffy is back and the added details. Superb

Posted by: Acadian Jul 4 2010, 05:54 PM

In Chapter 5, Buffy completed her second recommendation quest for admission to the Arcane University. Acadian led her to the discovery of a new special power, Cobra's Dance. Buffy addressed, head on, her feelings about killing those who would harm her or her friends. The head of the Leyawiin Mages Guild, Dagail, astounded Buffy by shedding some light upon Acadian.

Rider- I believe Acadian is getting used to Buffy's unpredictability. In just this chapter, he got told to mind his own business about her attire (or lack of), then was threatened with a hug after leading her to the Serpent Stone.

Buffy likes Leyawiin also, despite the disheartening racial strife - it seems she can find beauty wherever she goes (yes, even in icy Bruma). Perhaps that is a requirement to live happily in her humble town of Bravil. I know she will absolutely adore the beautiful city that Julian calls home.

ureniashtram- Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying it! Yes, Buffy and the 'voice in her head' are beginning to adjust to each other.

SubRosa- The original version started the same way. Back then, I didn't know what a media res was, but thought it was really neat to start at the peak of the action for a change. I'm so glad to get your endorsement that the 'jump in time' transitions worked clearly.

I incorporated both your suggestions for clarity. My intent with that first reference to nirnroot, was simply to introduce more depth, but on second thought, since I have no definite plans to incorporate that quest in her first book, I will delete it - I can always bring it up if/when needed later. Thanks!

Wolf- Dagail has always struck me as wise, mystical and old. She is the perfect one to understand what she sees when Buffy stands before her.

Even to this day, when it comes to paralyze, Buffy only has a standard short duration paralyze on touch spell and Cobra's Dance. I fully suspect that Cobra's Dance will enable paralyze at the alters. It is a wonderful once a day panic button for a young no-melee character. In leading Buffy to the Serpent Stone, Acadian walks a fine line; he wants the fragile elf to chose her own path, but he also wants her to survive the journey.

Remko- Thank you! In the original, Buffy asked Dagail about the Acadian voice in her head. Dagail's response made it clear that she knew what Acadian was, but actually speaking to him is indeed new.

Olen- By structure, I guess you mean starting the story in the middle, then catching up. For some reason that just struck us as the way to do it back when we originally wrote this chapter. I'm just so glad that it was not confusing. I'm pleased you liked Dagail ok here; as far as Buffy and I know, even to this day, she is the only NPC that can detect Acadian.

enclave private- It was your encouragement, and that of many others, that prompted us to resume our storytelling. During our three month break, Buffy and I spent countless hours debating our return to writing as we roamed Cyrodiil. We learned to achieve balance, and are both enthusiastic with our choice to continue. I am so delighted that you have come over here to read.

"Don't waste my time unless you're ready to do what it takes to earn my recommendation, Associate," snapped the head of the Cheydinhal Mages Guild. Cold gray eyes matched the color of his slicked back hair. He struck me as more than simply a stern old mage. Perhaps even more than a haughty Altmer with one eyebrow so typically raised in permanent disdain. His face looked mean, almost cruel. I was quite taken aback.

"I- I'm ready." I lied, as I looked up at the towering elf.

"Hmph. We'll see." Falcar picked imaginary lint from the sleeve of his black and burgundy finery as he tersely continued, "I was doing research with a Ring of Burden. Somehow it got misplaced and I asked some other associate to find it for me. I suspect he was too stupid to complete the simple task and, rather than admit failure, simply ran off." He appraised me with a frown. "I hope you can do better, but I won't hold my breath." He then wheeled about and walked off.

Welcome to Cheydinhal, Buffy. Suddenly, I wanted to be back with Kud-Ei and my own mages in Bravil. I blinked a few times, determined not to make things worse with tears.

An Argonian mage wearing a beautiful blue velvet gown motioned for me to approach. She quietly said, "We need to talk." I learned her name was Deetsan. After glancing around to ensure Falcar wasn't near, she explained that another young associate named Vidkun had indeed been given the same task and disappeared. "Try the well behind the guild, but please be careful. I would hate to lose another useful associate. Now, here is the well key, and let me teach you this spell. It might just come in handy."

Quite wary after Deetsan's warning, I unlocked and raised the hatch atop the well. I thought about what to do if there was anything dangerous down there. My bow would be useless, and magic couldn't travel through water. Using spells underwater required one to directly transfer magical energy by actually touching the target. But what kind of energy would be best? I guessed that fire would just fizzle or steam and besides, I didn't want to risk cooking myself. Frankly, I didn't fancy the idea of being in the same water as frost or shock effects either. My new absorb health spell seemed like the best choice. Besides, in my short time as a mage, I had learned that restoration magic came much more naturally to me than destruction.

I placed my clothes, pack, quiver and bow on the ground. After casting two spells, enabling me to see and breathe in the dark water, I dove in

Nothing attacked me and I could breathe, so I relaxed a bit. It was dark, but my spell let me see well enough to search in the cold water. My heart sank, as I discovered the body of a young Nord. I searched him and discovered what had to be Falcar's Ring of Burden. Once I grabbed it however, I found I was not strong enough to carry it up and out of the well. Ok Buffy, don't panic.

Recasting Deetsan's spell allowed me continue breathing. I replaced the ring on the body and climbed up out of the well unencumbered.

Wet, naked and scared, I sat on the ground next to the well and hugged my knees to my chest. Was Falcar trying to kill me? The dead Nord surely had to be that other associate. What did Deetsan call him? Vidkun, I remembered. Drowned by that cursed ring.

I suspected Falcar dropped the ring in the well himself, just to kill associates. But why would he do such a thing? I could feel my anger growing. A fleeting image popped into my head of an arrow streaking from my bow as it sought Falcar's heart. Let it go Buffy.

That ring was a murder weapon and the city could retrieve it from the bottom of the well for evidence when they pulled out poor Vidkun. I figured the only loyalty I owed Falcar was affording him the opportunity to turn himself in to the Cheydinhal guards.

I then got dressed and strapped on my pack and quiver. With Cobra's Dance at the ready and my bow in hand, I nervously stepped inside the guild to confront Falcar.

He was nowhere to be seen, but there was quite a ruckus going on. I found Deetsan. She explained that she had challenged Falcar. "He was furious." Her orange eyes grew bigger than I thought possible. "I thought he was going to kill me!" She went on to describe Falcar storming out of the guild spouting threats.

"Vidkun is dead," I said, shouldering my bow. "I believe Falcar tossed that ring in the well himself. It cost Vidkun his life and very nearly killed me as well."

The Argonian was visibly shaken to learn of Vidkun's death. After a moment, she composed herself and said, "Don't worry, Associate. I'll let the guards know about Vidkun. I'm sure they'll arrest Falcar if he shows up around here."

At Deetsan's urging, I searched Falcar's quarters just in case he had written a recommendation for me, and found a locked drawer. Despite City Swimmer's efforts to teach me, I wasn't very good at picking locks so I tried a new spell I had learned. Whoosh, the drawer was open. Inside were two unusual soul gems. These were black instead of the normal blue-gray color I had seen on others.

"Black soul gems? Oh dear, this is worse than I thought," Deetsan said. "You had better let me have those. I will send them on to the Council along with my report. I will write and include a recommendation for you. I'm sure, under the circumstances that will be more than acceptable."

I liked Deetsan, and hoped the Council of Mages would place her in charge of the Cheydinhal branch.

It was getting late, so I decided to stay the night. A very nice Altmer magician named Orintur introduced himself. I learned that his mate, Eilonwy, was the guild alchemist and, over a wonderful meal, we chatted about the types of useful plants that I could expect to find as I made my way north towards the Bruma and Chorrol guilds. After dinner, Eilonwy bought all the potions that I had made since leaving Leyawiin.

Early the next morning I packed and staged my things in the dining room. After fortifying myself with some strawberries, apple-berry juice and a sweet roll, I said my goodbyes and left the guild.

Inside Borba's Goods and Stores, I laid wolf pelts, bandit trinkets and everything else I could spare on the counter and haggled with the shrewd Orc businesswoman whose shop bore her name. I swept the gold she gave me into my already heavy purse and didn't buy anything.

"That looks like quite the full purse for a fur trader," Borba raised a black eyebrow pleasantly.

"Oh, most of it comes from selling potions to the alchemists in my guild. I've been trying hard for some time to save up for a horse. Say, do you know how much the nice black ones I saw at the stables here cost?"

"I don't really know much about horse trading, so I'm afraid I can't help you." The Orc scratched her head. "I imagine quite a lot though, as I understand they're very fast. Sorry."

I smiled and turned for the door, trailing words over my shoulder. "Thanks anyway, Borba."

Standing outside the general store, I looked to my left. I thought about going up the street to the March Rider blacksmith and having my enchanted Arena raiment repaired. No, it would just have to do as is. I had amassed a large amount of gold and figured I would need every septim within the hour. I turned right instead, and headed out the Cheydinhal gate.

I could feel my mouth hanging open as I just stood and stared at her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The black mare gazed directly back, then nodded several times at me. Morning sun sparkled against her glossy coat emphasizing the rippling movement of every muscle. She then tossed her mane and lowered her head to graze inside the corral of the Black Waterside Stables. I closed my mouth and approached the stable hand. "Is she for sale?"

The Dunmer replied, "Beautiful, isn't she? I just take care of them though. You'll have to go inside and talk to Tovas."

I entered the stables building. "Is the black mare for sale?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Depends how much gold you have," Tovas replied, rubbing his hands together. He then quoted a figure that staggered me.

I rummaged through my pack, desperately counting. "Yes!" I squealed.

"Then she's yours, young lady," said the Dunmer as he greedily gathered up the pile of gold that now covered most of his counter. "Mivryna will saddle her up for you."

"She's faster than the wind," said Mivryna wistfully, "and since you're even smaller than those Breton girls the Black Horse Courier hires, she'll never even notice your weight." With a twinkle in her red eyes, she added, "What will you name her?"

"I don't know yet. Perhaps she will tell me." I gratefully took the reins from Mivryna, then calmly presented myself for inspection. The mare lowered her head towards me to inhale my scent, then took a step closer. She seemed to accept me readily. I wanted to think we already felt something for each other, but it may have just been the pair of carrots I offered her.

I moved to the left side of this majestic animal and looked up at her in awe. I didn't have two septims to rub together now, but I didn't care.

"Need some help?" asked Mivryna pleasantly.

"No," I replied. "I know I'm short, but I need to be able to do this by myself."

I knew a little about riding. Carandial, of the Bravil mages guild, had allowed me to exercise his bay quite often for several years now.

I reached for the near stirrup and rotated it. Facing the mare's haunch, I lifted one leg awkwardly. With quite a stretch, I managed to slip my left foot into the stirrup. My left hand with the reins was now on the pommel, and my right upon the cantle. After a couple tentative bounces, I used my right leg to spring up and swing into the saddle. Rather proud of myself, I reached forward to pet the mare's neck.

Mivryna smiled and opened the gate wide. "Where are you headed?"

"We'll make our way towards the Imperial City, then I think north to Bruma and over to Chorrol." The night prior, Acadian had placed a blue mark on my map along the north east shore of Lake Rumare.

Once clear of the corral, the mare only reluctantly maintained the walk that I asked of her as we started down the Blue Road. I could feel the energy pulsing through the powerful animal. Her head was bouncing and her hooves fairly prancing. She was built to run and that's exactly what she wanted to do.

I smiled and gently said, "You still haven't told me what to call you." The name then popped into my head, but I instantly knew where it came from. Superior was my father and Terry Ann my mother. I said the resulting combination aloud, "Superian." The mare's ears perked at the name, and I decided it fit her perfectly.

Well here goes, I thought apprehensively - for I knew she would be much faster than Carandial's Bay. Imperceptibly, I tightened my knees and said, "Ok, Superian, I'm ready." Her response was instantaneous and frighteningly dramatic as we shot forward like an arrow. The trees flew by so fast I could barely see them as I held on for dear life. My fear transformed to pure joy as we raced down the road; the same road I had walked only days before as a slow, Nirn-bound creature.

The thunder of Superian's hooves filled my ears and her speed blurred my vision. I crouched forward and pressed my face against her neck. Black mane and blond ponytail blended in the wind. I never wanted it to end!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 4 2010, 06:09 PM

How wonderful that Buffy gains a new traveling companion!

Personally, as a melee player that feels the obligation to kill every nasty along the road, I much prefer the white horses of Anvil to the black ones of Cheydinhal, mainly for their strength. Julian, of course, doesn't yet appreciate the difference - they're all beautiful to her.

As a veterinarian, it makes perfect sense to me that the fastest ones are also not the most durable ones - it is known that Thoroughbreds (who are bred specifically for speed) have more problems with soundness than do sturdier horses (such as Morgans and mustangs, who are themselves rather speedy, but are better known for their hardiness). Mustangs were actually preferred for the Pony Express, mainly due to their hardiness as well as speed, and they are small horses!

Still, for a non-melee character like Buffy, a Cheydinhal black is the perfect horse for her - fast and speedy, able to outrun everything (except Shadowmere!). I know Buffy will work hard to keep Superian safe from roadside nasties!

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 4 2010, 06:42 PM

I enjoyed this chapter Buffy, very much in fact.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 4 2010, 06:45 PM

Welcome to Cheydinhal, and Falcar. Talking with Deetsan is such a lovely introduction to the problems the MG has there. I love how she stammers "Everything is fine, here, in the guild I mean, that's what you meant right?" Such a great way to tell you that everything is really messed up! Then you meet Falcar, and can see why!

I love this:
a haughty Altmer with one eyebrow so typically raised in permanent disdain.
You really capture the way the game tends to portray Altmer as being conceited quite well here.

Yay for Superian! I like the extra effort you put into our favorite black mare's introduction here.

I wanted to think we already felt something for each other, but it may have just been the pair of carrots I offered her.
This was an especially delicious (pun intended!) line!

I didn't have two septims to rub together now
And a great setting-specific phrase here.

Next up, Vilverin?

nits
and headed out the Chedinhal gate
Looks like the Grey Fox pick-pocketed your "y" in Cheydinhal.

I liked Deetsan, and hoped the Council of Mages would place her in charge of the Cheydinal branch.
He got you a second time too, nabbing the "h" here as well.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 5 2010, 06:58 AM

This part of the story really threw me. I was expecting Buffy to go back into the well again, but this works much better. I wish I was there to see the guards try to reclaim it. Brilliant.


So Buffy is the one who parks the horse straight across the bridge. I knew it!
Don't be surprised if Aradroth takes her to task on it. Lol.

I really loved the description at the end of the chapter. Black flying mare and a long blond ponytail. That is the soooo good.

Posted by: Alchemist. Jul 5 2010, 09:33 AM

Wow, fantastic! I like Buffy a lot, she seems to be a very interesting character. Yes, I'm on this forum only to read your story, since you had it in your signature on another forum.
But for real now. The concept of being a guide to your character sounds fresh and fantastic. Something I should try! But for now, the story is good. Well written and I feel connected with the character.

Posted by: Olen Jul 5 2010, 03:34 PM

Good stuff. I enjoyed how you introduced the horse at the end after she had completed the Cheydinhal recommendation, itmade the part more filling and leads into the next part with a bit more of a hook than other's have had.

Now for some dungeon diving I suspect...

Posted by: Acadian Jul 7 2010, 03:06 PM

In Chapter 6, Buffy obtained her third recommendation endorsing admission to the Arcane University. In the process, she discovered both new friends and treachery within the Cheydinhal branch of her guild. It is here also, that Buffy met her precious black mare.

Rider- Thank you! Buffy is young and impetuous of course. She is wowed by the speed factor. Although not yet well equipped to deal with the responsibilities of traveling with a horse, I suspect that from love and necessity will spring the tools and skills they will need to survive.

Zalphon- Aww, thank you Z!

SubRosa- As always, you seem to zoom in on everything I hope to accomplish in each chapter. Falcar and Deetsan 'make' this quest of course. I'm so glad you liked Superian's intro. Your forecasting ability for what's next is as sharp as ever. Thank you for the keen editorial eye that helped me corral several variations of Cheydinhal.

Wolf- Buffy did manage to retrieve the ring in the first version, so blame me for your surprise. Given that the ring drowned a strong Nord, Buffy's low strength, and her anger at Falcar, it seemed to flow better leaving the ring in the well this time.

Oh, you found out about Buffy borrowing Carandial's Bay and parking it on the bridge . . . . Now Aradroth, have you ever criticized a woman about how she parks and come out on the winning side of the argument?

Superian is so precious to Buffy. I'm glad her introduction left an impression.

Alchemist- Thank you for joining us and your kind words! I am delighted that you like the character of Buffy. I so hope we can earn your continued readership.

Olen- I'm glad that you liked introducing Superian here. Yes, Acadian's bread crumbs do seem to indicate a dungeon ahead. I do hope, at some point, he stops trying to tell her where to go all the time and the two learn to work together as a team.

The unfamiliar sound ahead stopped me dead in my tracks. I remained hidden, listening to an ominous mechanical whirring that had suddenly begun. There was also a rhythmic, whooshing noise.

The sound a heavy blade makes as it cuts the air.

I lifted my right fist and unclenched it, releasing a swirl of pink energy into the dim corridor. No evidence of life ahead - at least not for the short range of my spell. I had come to love being able to see life signs ahead, but really needed to learn how to get more range. I was getting pretty good at keeping that pink glow spell going while I was in dangerous places. Vilverin had so far, proven dangerous for sure.

The noise got louder as I approached, until the deadly challenge came into view. Several giant cleaver-shaped blades suspended from the ceiling were swinging across my path. I had heard that Ayleid ruins contained traps that, despite their antiquity, remained as lethal as their builders intended. It looked like there was room to stand between the blades though. Perhaps run past one and wait to time the next? Mesmerized I watched.

After a time, I could see a pattern. There was a recurring point when all the blades were briefly clear of the tunnel. I decided to shoulder my bow, get ready to run, and wait for one of those short windows.

When I was pretty sure my timing was right, I raced forward and cleared the blades. I was now in a small square chamber with four ways in or out. Each of the entrances was protected by the same type of swinging blade trap I had just survived. The sound of all four sets of blades and whatever machinery caused them to work was deafening, and made concentration difficult. Soft lighting was provided by pale blue crystals embedded into the very walls and ceiling, similar to what I had seen on the upper three levels of this ruin. In the center of the room was a pedestal upon which was perched a delicate statue.

The figure was undoubtedly of Ayleid origin and looked valuable. It was small enough to carry, so I placed it in my pack to join several large beautiful stones I had found that were clearly magical. I knew the blue ones were called welkynd stones, for I had seen one in the Leyawiin guild and asked. One of them was white however, and unfamiliar to me. I was still broke after buying Superian, but figured I'd be rich if I ever made it out of here. I couldn't carry much more weight though.

Which of the blade traps to brave next? Each one could kill me with a single misstep or error in timing. I decided to take the next path to my left. My bow was still on my back so I could run faster. I stood before the deadly dance of those blades, waiting for the right moment, then raced safely through them, down a short tunnel and into the next room. Finally the blade noises stopped. Ha! I figured I was smarter than those old Ayleids. Then, the silence yielded to a quiet, ominous sound from one of the dark corners of this small dead end chamber.

The rattle of bones.

I jumped to my left, but the skeleton's axe jarred my right shoulder with a glancing blow. Had I been a little slower, it likely would have severed my arm. There was no time to bring my bow to bear, and nowhere to run with those blades ready to start swinging again. As I rolled back to my right, I yelped when his axe grazed my left thigh. I managed to cast a spell as I recovered my footing and quickly sidestepped further to the right. The skeleton slashed wildly at the air where I had last been visible.

My spell had bought me a few seconds, and I reached for my bow. After nocking an arrow I quietly circled to a position behind the skeleton. Despite backing up as far as I could, he was still awfully close.

I loosed the arrow into his back and could see my hands and bow reappear as the invisibility dissipated. He threw up his arms at the impact, then spun around to face me. Raising his axe, he issued a taunting screech and charged. With only a few feet between us, I didn't have time for a second arrow, and turned my weapon to block his. Fire flew from my fingertips. His axe struck the bow, but only with the force of his weight as he fell, bones bouncing and skittering across the stone floor. Several more fire spells slammed harmlessly into the wall across the small room before it registered that I could stop casting.

My right shoulder was throbbing. The glancing blow had done more bruising than cutting, but a trickle of blood ran down my arm and was dripping from my elbow. Although my left leg didn't hurt too badly, it was bleeding quite bit from a shallow gash on the outside of my thigh. Both my legs were wet all over, but not with blood. I felt the hot flush of embarrassment spring to my neck and face.

It was only now, in the aftermath of the fight, I realized that I had peed myself.

"Acadian!" I cried out in pain, shame and anger. "Why did you urge me to come here?" Tears were streaming down my face now. "Are you trying to get me killed? Does it give you pleasure to see me bleed?" I knew I was yelling and that it might attract more skeletons. At that moment however, I welcomed the prospect of them finishing the job the pile of bones surrounding me had started. "I hate you, Acadian!"

Sobbing uncontrollably, I sank to the cold stone floor into a pool of my own blood, tears, and pee. I was a pathetic elf. If I could have mustered the energy, I would have gotten up and walked slowly back into those blades.

I felt Acadian's presence and closed my eyes tightly trying to make him go away. Images began to flash rapidly in my head. I tried, but couldn't stop them. Fire, smoke, explosions, blood, death. Warriors clashing on fields that were foreign to me. Battle streamers and graveyards I did not recognize. More images that I could not understand, then blackness again.

I couldn't begin to process all that I had seen or felt, but I did now have a better understanding of the presence that traveled with me. Acadian was a paladin, from a time and place that was older than Nirn itself. He had traversed valleys of death, and knew first hand, the pain of my wounds and depth of my fears.

After what seemed like hours, I finally ran out of tears and began to think a bit more clearly. How did this happen? With the distraction of those blades, I forgot to keep my pink glow spell active. I should have detected the skeleton before I ran into this chamber that almost became my tomb. It was no one's fault but my own.

I slowly and stiffly got up. Everything worked and was still attached. I was a mess though, covered in blood, tears and worse. The right leather shoulder covering on my Arena raiment was hanging uselessly. I almost started to smile as I imagined what I must look like.

Wincing from the shoulder wound, I lifted my right hand towards the ceiling. Magicka traveled up my arm until I released a globe of white energy above my head. It gently encircled me and slowly cascaded down to my toes carrying away most of the pain. I found an apple in my pack which I ate, then chased it with a soothing potion. Not perfect, but good enough to continue.

The damage to my bow was minimal and I was able to repair it. Fixing the blue raiment however, was still beyond my ability so I took it off. After cleaning myself up as best I could using a spare blouse, I donned a leather cuirass, boots and some laced leather pants from my pack. I walked around the small room, getting used to the armor, and stretching to ease my stiffness.

As I started to leave the chamber, I paused and sheepishly said, "Acadian, I-I don't really hate you." I fiddled with the buckles on my cuirass, and continued even more hesitantly, "Ever since I was a little girl, sometimes when I get really frightened and surprised at the same time I, well, you know." Then I added, "That really needs to stay just between us."

I retraced my steps until the blades started swinging again. At the right moment, I sprang through them back into the statue room. I picked another tunnel, but this time I cast my detect life spell and was quite sure that I would keep it active for the rest of my time in Vilverin.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 7 2010, 03:38 PM

Do I detect our little Buffy degenerating into classic Val speak? "Like, you know, Vilverin, like, had so far, like, proven, like, dangerous, for sure, like, you know?"

I loved her take on what really is a "baby" dungeon, though it didn't seem that way the first time I went in there (yes, it was my first Ayleid ruin, and no, I didn't go in there straight out of the sewers - I delayed going into those places cuz they look so damn spoooky)!

Oh, and the quandary of insufficient strength to carry out all those Welkynd Stones! As a rookie, I sold them off as fast as I collected them. Then I found out their value, especially the Varla Stones. D'oh! (Facepalm moment)

Those skellies rank right up there with will-o-wisps as among my least favorite (or most hated) enemies in Oblivion. They're hard to see in the dark, they hit hard, and they're hard to knock down with anything less than a heavy claymore or battle axe. That's why I always pick Indary's Thornblade when I do the missing knights quest - it does a nice job on those suckahs!

So Buffy peed in her pants. That's not bad, not bad at all. At least she didn't turn her pants brown.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 7 2010, 10:01 PM

We will keep Buffy's little secret between us as well...

Vilverin has always been one of my favorite Ayleid ruins, and favorite dungeons over all. It is a great place to dive into as soon as you clear the prison, as you can gear up with whatever kind of weapons and armor are you choice. At four levels it is big. It has lots of variety, with many different kinds of traps and underwater areas. It has nearly every basic kind of enemy you are likely to find in an Ayleid ruin. Plus it has a neat story attached to it when you read the notes left behind.

Poor Buffy. Here we see her facing many of the difficulties of the new adventurer. Letting herself become distracted, and walking into the worst situation a missile character can face, a melee opponent in a confined space. Worse, being a skeleton her Cobra's Dance is useless against it (although I found paralysis does work on zombies. I guess because they still have muscles).

One of the good things about her wet straits are that the entire scene, and her reaction to it, reveal Buffy to be a very real, down-to-Nirn character with vulnerabilities. Superheroic uber god slayers are as boring as they are one-dimensional. Characters like Buffy and Julian -with their physical and/or emotional issues - are people that regular folks can identify with, and seeing them triumph in spite of their problems and setbacks is all the more inspiring.

We also see that her detect life, while helpful, is not all that Buffy would like it to be either. I see a reason here for her to seek out a longer range and duration version in the future. As much as it is a handy spell to see through walls, I find the mist it puts around things annoying when I get up close to them though. When playing an assassin type who likes to sneak up and backstab, it can even make it difficult to tell where the target's back and front are!


nits:
My right shoulder was throbbing. The glancing blow had done more bruising than cutting, but a trickle of blood ran down my arm and was dripping from my elbow. Although my left leg didn't hurt too badly, it was bleeding quite bit from a shallow gash on the outside of my thigh. Both my legs were wet all over, but not with blood. I felt the hot flush of embarrassment spring to my neck and face.
It was only now, in the aftermath of the fight, I realized that I had peed myself.
It looks like a formatting issue here. I think the last sentence was meant to be part of a new paragraph?

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 9 2010, 11:52 PM

5 You Hear Voices Too?

I agree with all the comments made about this chapter. The opening was superb; I love stories that drop us into the middle of the action. Bringing us up to speed via flashback could have degenerated into a lot of unnecessary narrative, but I think you handled it with just the right amount of subtlety. And the idea of Dagail recognizing the old paladin riding with Buffy is an addition that makes the chapter for me!

6 Superian

You have addressed my major issue with the Cheydinhal Recommendation in this chapter. I really felt Deetsan’s remorse over Vidkun’s death (as opposed to the kind of absent-minded nonchalance that the game treats it with). The fact that Buffy chooses to leave the ring rather than drown is something that I wish Vidkun had the good sense to do. I guess you could make the argument that it proves that Natural Selection works, even in Cyrodiil. The kid who eats too much paste isn’t supposed to make it to the prom

Hmmm, Buffy decides to hold onto her gold rather than repair her armor, and within seconds Superian is presented to her. Methinks the subtle hand (er, voice?) of Acadian is guiding her here.

7.1 Vilverin

I love the idea of Buffy continuing to cast long after the skeleton goes down. And I agree with haute, Vilverin was quite intimidating the first time I went through it. I’ve never had a character go right across the lake after leaving the sewers. I usually wait until I have a spell or an item (I’m looking at you, Fin Gleam!) that allows me to see in the dark.

And don’t worry, Buffy, we’ve all peed our greaves at one point or another!

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 10 2010, 04:43 AM

Hey, you're scaring the children with gameplay knowledge of Ayleid ruins! Seriously though, extremely enjoyable. You're starting to scare me, Buffy. You're supposed to write her adventures only so good, otherwise we start to blend you two. So, Acaffy, how are you? You see, it's already starting!

Posted by: Acadian Jul 10 2010, 04:03 PM

Chapter 7.1 found Buffy deep within the Ayleid ruin of Vilverin. Overconfidence and distraction turned a skeleton encounter into a disaster. In the aftermath, she learned some more about Acadian and appeared determined to learn from her mistakes as she continued deeper into the dungeon.

Rider- Heh, skeletons. I wonder why undead show up as life signs? Buffy is just glad they do, assuming of course she remembers to cast her spell. She and I have to keep reminding ourselves just how ignorant/innocent she was at this point so long ago. Her naivete about encounters with dark strangers in scary places is on stunning display in her next journal entry below.

SubRosa- Buffy's encounter with that skeleton, and the aftermath, was a powerfully emotional scene for both her and Acadian. I remember, with vivid clarity, your personal endorsement of her embarrassing problem in the first version. I appreciated it then, as I do now. You are right that this scene highlighted some of her many quirks, imperfections and vulnerabilities that simply make her. . . Buffy. Thank you for your kind words. Thank you also for noting my formatting oversight so I could fix it.

Destri- Thank you so much for the kind words and in depth comments! I'm so humbled that there was much for a writer of your skill to like.

I tend to think of myself as very simplistic in a weaving story, but I wonder if, in the case of Superian, my bread crumb trail was too light? Buffy was wowed by the majestic stallion of the Black Horse Courier rider in Ch 5. The next afternoon, while camping at the Serpent Stone, she lamented about needing to save money as she wondered how much such a horse cost (I was trying to foreshadow her plans). In her merchant dealings in both Ch 5 & 6, I tried to make her seem almost obsessed about selling off potions and saving up her septims. My hope was that in Ch 6 at the stables, it would become clear what her plans were for the money she had been trying so hard to save. You are so right that Buffy indeed often has the meddling Acadian to thank or blame (Cobra's Dance, visiting Dagail, going to Vilverin), but getting 'my little pony' was actually all her idea. If it wasn't clear though, it's the writer's fault, and I will bear that in mind going forward. What I did do was edit in a few line of dialogue in Borba's store to more clearly reveal her plans; I hope that helps. Thanks again so much.

Zalphon- Buffy and I blending? You can see how she has wormed her way into my avatar. Seriously though, we have learned to understand each other very well. Thank you.

The blade trap offered a narrow but predictable window of time. After safely sprinting through it, I slid the grummite bow from my back and slowly crept forward. Finally, I was far enough away for those infernal blades to stop. The quiet was welcome.

I continued forward until a life sign began to glow ahead. Judging by the size, shape and movement it appeared to be man or mer. I had encountered only bandits, skeletons and zombies in this ancient place called Vilverin, and assessed this as likely another bandit.

Silently creeping within the dark embrace of the stone corridor, I moved closer. My view was now unobstructed, and I let the pink glow surrounding the figure expire so I could see it better. The large chamber ahead was lit by several flickering sconces that lined the walls. Even in the cold of this deep ruin, the smell of decay from several corpses laced the air. The Redguard moving about was dressed in black flowing robes, cut like those often worn by mages. He did not look to be in league with the thuggish bandits I had encountered above.

I quietly watched him as I debated what to do next. Although I suspected he was a foe who would attack me, what if I was wrong? Was I willing to bet his life on it by sniping him dead from the shadows? Should I give him the chance to declare himself? Perhaps he was simply a mage who was researching Ayleid ruins. Had his party been besieged by the bandits of Vilverin until he was the only survivor? I should think that bandits would rather starve mages to death than try to fight them directly. Maybe that could explain the corpses in the chamber. Of course, if I was wrong, the thought of taking on a mage in a fair fight was quite unsettling.

I wrestled with the dilemma: Safely kill an unknown mage from the shadows, or confirm his nature, and if he was hostile, very possibly be outmatched. There was a third solution, but I was loath to retreat after fighting my way though four levels of bandits and undead. I had paid the price with my blood to be here.

I thought about quietly asking Acadian what to do, but I feared the paladin's answer.

I made my choice. Please Mara, help me to survive what I dread is the right decision.

I reached into my pack for a green vial, but then remembered something City Swimmer had taught me. Once, when we were talking about Argonians being immune to poison, she told me that Redguards have a strong resistance to it. Oh great, Buffy, can this get any more dangerous? Then an encouraging thought came to mind. The deadly Cobra I had learned from the Serpent Stone could care less if my target was a Redguard.

With my bowstring partially drawn, but the tip of my arrow directed unthreateningly at the stone floor, I stood upright and stepped from the shadows into the corridor. "Hail, friend. I am no bandit, but a fellow mage and I mean you no harm. Do you require assistance?"

The Redguard's head snapped towards me. With hatred in his eyes, he hissed, "What have we here? A new plaything? You may prove entertaining, once your corpse is cold, elf."

His intent was clear from the first word. The rest of his short speech gave me the time to raise the tip of my arrow and loose it. As soon as the bowstring snapped forward, my right hand immediately followed, unleashing my green swirling serpent.

His glowing hand spiked the air, but whatever spell he was attempting fizzled as the impact of my arrow staggered him.

Before he could react, my cobra struck his chest, releasing its venom. Powerless to control his limbs, he collapsed to the floor allowing me time to accurately release a second arrow that proved fatal.

I approached the body, anxious to confirm who I had just killed. The front of his black robes bore an unfamiliar symbol - a skull and bones emblazoned in red. A search produced an undelivered letter that confirmed who and what he was.

I remembered Kud-Ei telling me that the Arch Mage had banned the practice of necromancy within the guild, so I had never seen one of its practitioners before - until now.

"I will remember the symbol on your robes," I said grimly to the corpse. "You returned my offer of life with the threat of death. I shall not extend that offer should I encounter your kind again."

Further searching of the room revealed a key and some treasure that I put in my pack, groaning at the weight.

Then I noticed a large iron bowl in the middle of the chamber that contained a faintly glowing cloth sack. Inside, was an ancient parchment that explained its magical properties. The bag was waterproof, and I could carry it with me in my pack. I could put items of any size and shape inside and they would weigh nothing!

Given the flawlessly lethal traps and magically elegant construction I had seen in this ancient ruin, I figured the invention of such a bag was well within the ability of the Ayleids.

"By Mara!" I sat down with this magic bag to think about the possibilities. All the stuff I wanted to stay dry like this journal, a loaf of bread and my bedroll. Then it really hit me - clothes! Every girl needs extra clothes, and they would stay nice and dry in there. I mean, I only carry four pairs of shoes and just half dozen or so outfits and a rain robe with hood, but the weight does sort of add up. Especially including my leathers, and oh yes, that fur cuirass I found to wear up north.

I figured I would sort things out later. For now I just tossed a few things into the bag, then slipped it into my pack. Ah, much better!

Aside from the way I came in, there was only one other tunnel in or out of that room. I grabbed my bow, cast my spell and snuck off down that corridor. Soon I encountered a locked gate. It yielded to the key I had found and I was near the exit.

Shielding my eyes from the bright but welcome sunshine, I emerged from the darkness. Superian took a step back and flared her nostrils at the smells of death and other things on me. After a few reassuring words however, I forced her to endure a hug. We then moved over behind the ruin and down to a small pier at the water's edge.

Having scared myself enough today, I carefully avoided catching a glimpse of my reflection in the smooth waters of Lake Rumare. I started washing Vilverin off of me and everything I owned.

Posted by: Olen Jul 10 2010, 08:41 PM

Excellent stuff, you capture so much in this piece. Buffy is a string and unusual character. Her frivolity sits so strangely with the danger she puts herself in and the number of people she kills that I can't help but laugh quite often. She finds some sort of bag of holding and the first thing she thinks of is shoes - brilliant .

You also really get a feel of what Oblivion is (or perhaps should have been) which is fun to read and reminds me of my own exploits while playing. Nice inclusion of the redguard poison resistance too.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 10 2010, 09:37 PM

Now we start to see Buffy's Doctrine crystallizing. How wonderful that a hint of ruthlessness should show in an otherwise blond woman - it gives her character some solidity.

Julian is laughing at this: Ah, civilian women!

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 10 2010, 09:49 PM

I have thought about the whole detect life and undead business, and I have decided for the TF I am going to say that what the spell actually detects is the magicka that is held within a person's soul. That is why you only see glows off things you can use a soul trap on (or in the case of the TF, a magicka trap), and not off every insect, tree, or blade of grass.

What I especially like here is Buffy's indecision on what to do when she faces Jalbert. Having no idea what he really is, how can she proceed? It is a problem every adventurer with a conscience faces. Do you make assumptions and ambush someone who might be innocent, or risk yourself and find out for certain if the other person is friend or foe? When I wrote this same chapter in the TF, one of the reasons I went out of my way to show the evidence of Jalbert's cruelty in the preceding rooms was to make this question clear-cut to Teresa.

"You returned my offer of life with the threat of death. I shall not extend that offer should I encounter your kind again."
That is our Buffy, cuddly as a rattlesnake. Here we see one of the building blocks of the Buffy Doctrine™ as well.

I only carry four pairs of shoes and just half dozen or so outfits
This is so incredibly girly! I love it!

Posted by: D.Foxy Jul 11 2010, 03:26 AM

*grumble*

I was about to rush into praise for your excellenct characterization of the adventurer's dilemma on shooting first and asking questions later, and your understanding of Buffy's need for clothes...

...but I see I've been beaten to the keyboard.


Ah well. Kudos to you, friend - it's touches like these that show your brilliance!

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 12 2010, 06:45 AM

Hey, I just started reading the Buffy the Bowgirl saga and ITS AMAZING!

I found this considering you are really famous in the TES forums on the Bethesda official forums. So I'm on board!

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 12 2010, 06:57 AM

Does it ever get better? No, it's already perfection.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 13 2010, 07:38 AM

That chapter was a treasure trove of fun!

Look out the next necromancer that comes across our cute and cuddly rattlesnake!!!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 13 2010, 09:44 AM

Arrow, Cobra’s Dance, second arrow . . . dead Redguard! Buffy begins to evolve as a natural tactician. As always your description of the exchange reads like a primer for anyone wanting to learn how to play as an archer. I loved the Bosmer stubbornness that Buffy gives us so soon after literally having the pee scared out of her:

You’ve paid the price with other bodily fluids too, Buffy.

Posted by: Acadian Jul 13 2010, 03:50 PM

In Chapter 7.2, Buffy learned how to identify necromancers, and that they are hostile. It is a lesson she will remember. She emerged from the bowels of Vilverin with an Ayleid enchanted bag of holding (mod).

Olen- Danger and frivolity. Thank you for that perfect characterization. At this young age, her mind is a swirling stew of the exhilaration she feels using her bow, protective loyalty to friends, terror, overconfidence, vengeance, and. . . yes, what shoes to wear. All simmering within the broth of youthful naivete.

Rider- Oooh! Thank you for picking up on the early indicators of the 'Buffy Doctrine'. And of course, the high priority she gives to wardrobe considerations. I suspect she would quickly be rejected by the Legion, based on what Mrs. Acadian calls being 'lethally blonde'.

SubRosa- Yes, I agree on detect life. I think of it as shorthand for life force or spiritual presence or such. 'Soul trappable' is a good acid test, as you say.

Buffy's dilemma over identifying the black-robed figure was new in this version, and I think more realistic, given her age and lack of 'Nirnliness'. You did a masterful job of dealing with this in a different manner in TF.

Thank you also for picking up on the cuddly rattlesnake with a fashion fetish.

Foxy- Thank you for those kind and insightful words! She will learn better and safer arcane ways to identify her targets in the future than blurting, "Hi, I'm Buffy".

DarkZerker- I am so pleased that you found your way over here. Yes, Buffy is quite the chatterbox over there on the Bethesda Oblivion forums. She is indeed an unusual 'crossover' between both the game and fanfic forums. In fact, she was originally forged as a training aid on those forums to discuss mystic archery and rapidly developed her own persona. It was heartening indeed to hear that Buffy has influenced your own game play.

Zalphon- Thank you for those very kind words. I'm sure I could never write anything except the journal of Buffy - so it's wonderfully rewarding to hear that you think we have some talent for that.

Wolf- Yes, necromancers have joined Buffy's list of varmints. Despite a short attention span, she does have a long memory. Thank you.

Destri- Thank you. Stubborn? Yes, 'guiding' Buffy along is akin to herding cats. I'm so pleased that you find the 'mystic archer how to' aspects of interest. That was the original genesis of her stories and we are proud to say, aspects of it will always remain.

Earana towered over me in her green silk finery, seething. "You gave 'Fingers of the Mountain' to Teekeeus? Stupid girl! I don't care how you get it, but I want that book! Despite your incompetence I'll even still give you the reward I promised."

"If you want me to choose loyalties between a rogue mage with a bad attitude or my guild, you lose," I snapped angrily. "That book is the property of the Mages Guild now."

Earana's face contorted into a mask of hatred and her golden Altmeri skin reddened. "You just earned yourself a dangerous enemy, little one."

Bristling, I instinctively raised my left hand towards my bow. Just as quickly I stopped myself and slowly lowered it. I was intimidated by the Altmer mage and pretty sure that she would win if it came down to a fight in the open. It didn't matter though, as, from the corner of my eye, I saw the guard under the Great Oak. The message his hand sent as it moved to rest upon the pommel of his sword was unmistakable. I didn't want to get into a fight with a guard either. I figured he just had a job to do and maybe even a family. Besides, my last confrontation with a soldier only lasted a second or two and didn't go well at all for me.

"W-we're done here, Earana." I promptly wheeled around and stepped off towards the North Gate trying to display confidence instead of fear. It might have worked had I not stuttered like a pathetic child. If I were an an Argonian, I'm sure my tail would have been between my legs. I sure hoped that guard intimidated Earana as much as he did me. I figured he was the only thing preventing a fireball in my back.

Luckily for me, the only things that flew my way from Earana were threats. "You think we're done?" she hissed. "Far from it, tree elf. The guards can't protect you forever"

I paused briefly, torn between the fear and anger that swirled within me, then forced myself to continue walking away. I whispered, "Nor can they protect you from what you will never see, Earana."

Approaching the guard on duty at the North Gate, I forced a smile his way, then exited the city of Chorrol.

With the comfort of forest in front of me and city gate pressed firmly against my back, I allowed some of the fear I had felt during my encounter with Earana to flood over me. I began to shake. It would not be safe to visit Chorrol again as long as she lived. I knew that I lacked the skill to survive a fair fight. That's not the kind I had in mind though. Let it go, Buffy - for now.

Superian was grazing outside the gate, as I absently rubbed my fingertips together. Magic can be quite disconcerting for horses, yet she travelled with a mage and it was important for her to be comfortable around spell casting. We had worked together, gradually and carefully. She had gotten used to seeing me cast detect life spells, and even disappearing and reappearing next to her. She had never been the target of my spells though. I hoped we were ready for this next step.

Channeling magicka into my hand, I released a small swirling green trail at Superian. When it struck, she was bathed in a soft glow and her head popped up from grazing. She immediately came running. I gave her a hug, then positioned my hands on her neck to assess her condition. I smiled as I sensed her calmness. "Thank you for your trust, my friend." I unsheathed my hunting knife and sliced an apple, which we shared.

As we munched our snack, I could see the trail winding north from Chorrol that led to Cloud Top. During our trip there two days ago to recover that troublesome book, the sound of moving water had drawn me off the trail to a pair of ponds connected by a cascading stream. The falling water cleverly concealed a cave called Black Rock Caverns. I didn't care about the cave, but I now felt the call of those beautiful waterfalls.

Superian insisted she get the last piece of apple, then we rode the short distance to the falls, and climbed to the upper pond. I removed the leather keep from my ponytail and shook my hair loose. After carefully placing my bow, quiver, clothes and pack on the ground, I dove into the cool water.

After a short swim, I climbed out of the pond and sat next to my pack. I basked in the sunshine now drying my skin and hair. A lazy breeze helped the tree branches above gently dance to the calming sounds of rushing water. Superian was peacefully grazing on the same carpet of green softness that tickled the backs of my legs. I just needed to revel in being a wood elf, even if for a short time.

I counted off the recent cities, extending my thumb, then a finger for each one - Bravil, Leyawiin, Cheydinhal, Bruma, Chorrol. After five guild recommendations, this break was welcome. No trudging off to the next town for another silly fetch and carry task. Not yet.

I was sure Acadian had probably placed some blue mark on my map. I hadn't looked, and right now, didn't care. The map could wait.

The golden warmth felt delicious on my skin. It was such a contrast to the cold and snow. Sunshine was supposed to be warm. I suspected the sun they had in Bruma was pretend though. It was bright alright, but had no warmth to it at all. I had to wear an ugly fur cuirass, along with leathers and boots on my legs and feet to keep warm. The views of the Imperial City were spectacular though, and Bruma was a good area to find milk thistle and wormwood.

The guild recommendation there had been a simple matter, really. There was the absent-minded guild head with perhaps not the highest level of skill, a pair of silly boys pulling an immature prank, find this, get that. . . . Well, it wasn't all bad I guess. I found Volinaro, the Altmer jokester, to be kind of attractive and rather charming. Oh, and he did help me to get better at using spells to coax open locks.

Ultimately though, Jeanne Frasoric, the guild head, said she would forward a recommendation to the University, and assured me it would carry great weight with the admissions magisters. I left Bruma as soon as I could. I guess wood elves just weren't made for the cold.

Noticing that the warm sun above Chorrol had dried my skin, I grabbed my journal and exchanged affectionate glances with Superian.

The road from Bruma to Chorrol had been uneventful. When danger approached, Superian simply broke into a run until the threat was well behind us. As we had neared Weynon Priory I remembered the Emperor's amulet, still in my pack. I vividly recalled some of his words about his own death, "No trophies of my triumphs shall precede me. But I have lived well, and my ghost shall rest easy." Smiling to myself, I hoped he was indeed resting easy. The Emperor had been kind to me and I was happy to try and deliver his amulet.

Jauffre had been upstairs, seated at his desk reading a book. I recalled what Baurus had said, "He is the grandmaster of my order, although you might not know it to look at him. He lives quietly as a monk at Weynon Priory." I decided the description was accurate. One had to look carefully past the advancing years, balding head and simple brown robe to see that he appeared to be a powerful man.

"The Emperor sent me," I said simply. "I have the Amulet of Kings."

"Who are you?" Jauffre barked, visibly shaken. "What do you know of the Emperor's Death?" Then he sternly continued, "The Amulet of Kings? I don't believe you. You'd better start explaining right now, young lady!"

Instantly, I disliked this man. I pulled the large red amulet from my pack and dropped it on his desk.

"By the Nine!" exclaimed Jauffre. "This is the Amulet of Kings!" His wide open eyes shifted from the amulet to me, then narrowed sharply, "How did you get this?"

Resenting his interrogation, I wondered if he meant that a simple she-elf from Bravil was not worthy of touching the Amulet of Kings, or perhaps he thought I stole it? Defiantly, I lifted my chin and stated, "The Emperor gave it to me." I then curtly described Uriel Septim's last hours and words.

Jauffre told me the story of Martin, the Emperor's illegitimate son. He said Martin had last been seen living as a priest in Kvatch. Then it came: "You must find Martin!"

I snapped back angrily, "No I mustn't! The only reason I am here is because the Emperor and Baurus asked me to deliver this amulet. Both those men were kind and courteous to me. You are neither of those things. You're the boss of the Blades, so send one of them." I planted my hands on my hips and added, "You're not the boss of me!" With that, I walked straight out the door, mounted Superian and continued to Chorrol.

Sitting by the pond, I watched the beautiful cascading water for awhile longer. I leaned over to fill my water bag, and stared at the reflection. My hair was still down, so I pulled it back to see better. I frowned at my big ears. Normally, I tried to hide them a little by pulling my hair back over them into a pony tail. I giggled as I thought that they looked like Superian's ears, and made silly faces at my reflection. And so the beautiful afternoon continued, until the sun nestled into the branches of the trees. I then set up my camp and gathered some firewood.

I hated to see the day I had enjoyed in this place end. I giggled again, "Ok Buffy, that's enough time playing naked wood nymph." I tied back my hair and pulled on a hunters outfit and leather boots, then shouldered my quiver. Grabbing my bow, I set off on foot, hunting for dinner.

Two hours later I was back, sitting in front of a cheerfully crackling campfire. I savored the smell of venison cooking with fresh herbs, and the calming sounds of the falls. The clear sky was full of sparkling stars, and light from Masser and Secunda reflected off Superian's glossy black coat. My bedroll was waiting next to the fire.

I could sense that even Acadian had enjoyed our day here. The hardships of my recent travels had been washed away.

I reached for my map.

Posted by: D.Foxy Jul 13 2010, 05:24 PM

Unbowed (well, at least outwardly) and Unbossed is our Buffy. Yes, our bard of the bowgirls understands young female minds quite well..

I WONDER if our own Acadian had not fallen in love with a Buffy early in life...or if he has a Buffy like daughter...

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 13 2010, 06:10 PM

Hmm, given the title, I suspect a lot of guys (and a few of us girls) are going to start carrying lakes and waterfalls around with us...

"You're not the boss of me!"

This has always been one of my favorite Buffy lines! I am so glad you kept it.

This was a busy chapter, recapping events of both the Bruma and Chorrol MG quests and Buffy telling off Jauffre. Tying it all together with Buffy relaxing by the lake was a good touch. It not only brings us up to speed on events, but also gives us a nice little moment to rest with Buffy. I would not have thought to weave them all together in such a fashion.

After a while the fetch and carry nature of the MG recommendations does become tiresome. The Anvil one is the most interesting, imho, and I am guessing you are saving it for last

Posted by: enclave_private Jul 13 2010, 06:22 PM

I'll keep it simple. Fantastic

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 13 2010, 07:54 PM

Once again I enjoyed Buffy's encounter with Grandmaster Jauffre. It's always interesting to see everyone's interpretation of this particular character - yours ranks up there with 'Friar Jauffre!'

The summary of the Bruma recommendation was fun, too, and I liked how Buffy, though blonde, was actually smarter and more clued in than a certain inept Breton mage. (So much for racial advantages, huh?) Her words about Bruma made me smile (and even laugh here and there). Chorrol is so much more pleasant for someone like her. Me (and Julian) - well, we tend to find beauty in nature where ever we go, be it wintry mountains (like the Wrangells), wild coasts, even swamps. It's civilization that tends to be ugly. Oh well.

I especially liked the title of this piece - water makes her clothes fall off!

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 14 2010, 01:07 AM

Lol. This is my second time reading this and it's still pretty funny how Buffy just says to Jaufree, "You have blades, so go do something with them!"

I've always wondered why he relied on an escaped prisoner when he has highly trained elites.

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 14 2010, 02:05 AM

Buffy, you make the rest of us feel like amateurs... Bully...

Posted by: Olen Jul 14 2010, 12:12 PM

I like how you handled the chorrol quest, focusing on the only interesting bit after the event is refreshing because whoever designed the quest should be shot. You moved things forward naturally and quickly to another interesting point. And the characterisation in relaxing is a good touch, I continue to be impressed at how well you weld the game and fanfic together.

Telling Jauffre where to go was very Buffy, somehow I suspect she'll find herself in Kvatch in not so long though... As for the map marker - I'm guessing Azura's shrine - it has me intregued.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 15 2010, 10:55 AM

Where do I start with this one? My fav chapter so far!

The character development is simply oozing out of this chapter. Earana (welcome back my dear.... ), naked swimming elves, Superian learning to adjust to magic, Buffy's view on the recommendation quests and the snubbing of Jauffre.

All magnificient. Especially the last one. Who does he think he is pushing around a Bravil girl??? Go Buffy!!

And this -

I really like this. It brings back all of those awesome moments of solitude that attracted me to Oblivion in the first place. The ability to have a quiet little pocket of wilderness that belonged only to you and nobody else. Your story captures this better than anyone.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 16 2010, 12:56 AM

I think we’ve all wanted to tell Jauffre off at one time or another! Your portrayal of Earana is interesting. I have always found her to be the nicer of the two options in that recommendation quest, Teekeeus just annoys the hell out of me! I agree with Olen, the Chorrol recommendation is by far the most annoying of the recommendation quests, and that is saying something.

At first I thought that she was going to go into Black Rock Cavern. I wanted to scream ‘NO!’ at the screen. I should have known that Buffy would have better sense than to enter strange dungeons without an enchanted weapon (When you put your head under the waterfall, Buffy, be sure to get all the dust from Viverin out! ).

Posted by: Acadian Jul 16 2010, 02:40 PM

Chapter 8 found Buffy in Chorrol, having just completed her fifth University recommendation, and earning a dangerous enemy in the process. She spent most of the day relaxing by a beautiful set of waterfalls as she reflected on her recent journeys through Bruma, Weynon Priory and Chorrol.

Foxy- Thank you, my friend. Yes, there is indeed a very real ghost that animates Buffy.

SubRosa- She truly can't resist a swim at every waterfall she finds. I must agree that 'You're not the boss of me!' is very Buffy - It was quite refreshing to hear her say it to someone besides me. Yes, a busy chapter - two cities and elements of three quests! More ground than we would cover nowadays in one chapter, but I am glad it worked with only minor editing. Thank you as always for the warm support.

enclave private - Thank you so much for dropping in. It is wonderful to have you reading. Please stop by for a goblet of Tamika's anytime.

Rider- Buffy's reaction to Jauffre was completely different than any other character I have had encounter him. I think it was the big strong guy trying to send a scrawny elf off to do his bidding that really did it. My prior characters were all strong guys who never took exception to that. Buffy taught me very quickly how it feels to be small and vulnerable. Thank you!

DarkZerker- Yes, when that escaped prisoner is a little teenaged elf, it seems even less likely that she would be asked to go save the Empire. Thanks so much!

Zalphon- I'm humbled by your kind words. Thank you. I hope you enjoy your pending camping trip.

Olen- Thank you. The challenge here was preserving the massive amount of ground covered in the original version of this chapter without expanding it into multiple chapters. It took some creative transitions and flashbacks, but I think it worked well. There are some chapters ahead that will require expanding into more than one.

That pesky Acadian does sometimes put blue marks on Buffy's map. Sometimes she follows them. The following chapter quickly reveals her next destination.

Wolf- Thank you so much. I must admit that I liked the Chorrol chapter very much for the same reasons you mentioned. If someone were to ask 'who is Buffy?' this is one of a few chapters I would recommend to answer that question. I am so pleased at your reaction. It will take awhile, but we will see Earana again. Buffy does not make idle threats, and she assumes that Earana does not either.

Destri- Thank you. I agree that the choice between Teekius and Earana is not easy or clear cut. In Buffy's case, it was largely a young girl's loyalty to her guild. She has seen bad examples in the guild (Falcar), but she has also seen the best the guild has to offer in her very own guild head, Kud-Ei.

"Hail citizen. Where are you bound?" The question was a friendly greeting from the approaching Imperial Legion rider.

"I'm trying to make my way to Skingrad," I nervously responded as our horses pulled abreast and stopped. My experience with the Legion so far had been painful. I was almost eye to eye with the iron clad soldier. His veteran bay gelding ignored Superian's youthful inquisitiveness. "Can you offer any advice for my journey?" I asked hopefully.

The rider leaned closer. "By the Nine Divines, if you've got to travel, stay on the roads. The wilderness just isn't safe anymore. We've had sightings you see, the Daedra." Concern in his calm authoritative voice gave me pause. I had seen drawings of Daedra in books and knew that some mages could summon them, but I had never actually seen one for real. The Imperial's weathered features reflected the hardships of a lifetime of service to the Legion, yet there was also kindness in his steel blue eyes. He didn't appear to be in a hurry. In fact he seemed quite willing to pause along his patrol route to talk for a bit. "Let me see your map."

I opened my map so we could both see. "Here." Placing my finger on our present position along the Black Road near Chorrol, I dragged it south to the blue mark at Skingrad.

"No," his face clouded as he shook his head, "stay on the roads." With a heavy gauntleted finger, he then traced a route east along the Black Road, south using the Red Ring Road and finally southwest to Skingrad along the Gold Road. "It'll take longer, but it's safer. And remember, if you run into trouble, come find me, or one of the Legion."

"Thank you." I smiled, then added truthfully, "I'm glad I ran into you."

He leisurely tapped two fingers to a spot on his helm above his right eye as if in friendly salute and smiled back broadly. "We're here to serve, citizen." With two clicks to the bay gelding, he slowly continued towards Chorrol.

I turned in the saddle and watched him for a few moments. I recalled that another soldier had knocked me unconscious with an ease akin to swatting a fly. That was the trip with City Swimmer that landed me in the Imperial Prison. I reluctantly had to admit though, the soldier in that case really was just doing his job. City Swimmer and I were the ones that broke the law. I decided to take the advice and put my map away. Superian and I continued riding along the Black Road towards the Imperial City.

As a gray stone fort loomed into view along the road ahead, I saw a Khajiit running towards us. He did not have a weapon in his hand and I thought he might be in trouble or running from an animal. I drew Superian to a stop and began to get nervous as the Khajiit got closer. I could see he was wearing a fur cuirass, and from over one shoulder protruded a handle that I assumed was attached to a large weapon.

"Give me your gold." His tone was cruel, as yellow eyes hungrily sized me up. I could clearly see the huge axe on his back now as he stood by my left knee. My mind raced as I conjured all sorts of horrible images, and I wasn't sure at all that surrendering my gold would end his demands. My most precious possession was between my legs after all. I mean, Superian could fetch a price that far exceeded all the gold I carried.

"I warn you, I'm prepared to defend myself." I hoped my attempt to back him down sounded more confident than I felt.

A toothy grin slowly formed, preceding his reply. "This one likes it that way." His hands started up towards the handle of that giant two-handed axe.

Superian sensed my intent. In the blink of an eye, she had whirled us around and we were off. I heard a forceful thud behind us that must have been the Khajiit's axe as the blade hit the ground, probably just missing my mare's flank. In less than a minute, we stopped.

I turned in the saddle, straining my senses. I could hear Superian breathing, birds chirping and a breeze rustling in the branches above, but no sign of pursuit.

With my heart in my throat, I jumped to the ground and carefully inspected Superian's hindquarters. I then closed my eyes and whispered, "Thank you Mara." But for her incredible quickness, the mare could have been mortally wounded. The giant axe must have been slow to equip and swing, and I was sure that had worked to our favor.

My thoughts turned to the Khajiit. He had looked initially like a traveler in need of help. I had been ready to offer him assistance! The shudder that ran through me as I imagined how close his axe must have come to Superian's haunch yielded to rage.

On foot, I made my way back towards that fort, moving carefully among bushes for cover. The Khajiit was just standing by the side of the road. I bet he simply ducked out of sight whenever the Legion patrols came by, then came back out to rob wood elves like me.

I slid the grummite bow from my back with a grim determination.

The poison was a simple one, but it would do the job. If the highwayman who swung his axe at my precious horse died slowly and painfully, so much the better.

I nocked the arrow, partially drew my bowstring and leisurely aimed. It was a pretty long shot. I savored the sight picture of the Khajiit as I moved the arrow's broad head tip slightly up and down above the target, fine tuning my aim point. Head shots were too easy to miss, although deadly. Chest shots were what I normally tried for, as they were lethal but easier. This however, would be a belly shot. Hopefully it would not kill him right away.

The next actions were really a single fluid motion, developed from years of hunting. I took in a normal breath, released about half and paused breathing. Drawing the bowstring smoothly to full tension, I loosed the arrow.

The Khajiit jerked involuntarily and cried out as my arrow slammed into his gut. His body was quickly flooded by poison.

I was still undetected and could have easily stopped his pain with a second arrow. I would have done so for any wild animal. Instead, I watched him wrestle with the pain of trying to remove the deeply imbedded arrow from his belly. "I hope it hurts," I whispered.

The image that briefly popped into my head would have been amusing under less deadly circumstances. A bow-equipped mouse toying with a cat. Within a few more seconds his body went limp and collapsed. I shouldered my bow.

After backtracking until Superian came into view, I cast a spell asking her to come to me. She willingly did so at a run, and I buried my face in her long black mane, savoring her smell. We rode to the dead Khajiit. From the saddle, I looked down at the highwayman who had accosted his last wood elf. I didn't mind the satisfaction of killing someone who deserved it, but this was different. The rage I felt as I imagined him swinging his axe at Superian. . . . I had taken cruel pleasure in killing this Khajiit slowly. I mean, I had the skill, but is this what I wanted to use it for? I didn't understand my feelings at all.

The sun was now flirting with the treetops to my west. I slid to the ground, unsheathed my knife and pulled out a repair hammer. My mind was active as I worked. We had spent much of the day going up and down a fairly short stretch of the Black Road. I needed to figure out a better way to travel. I needed to figure out a lot of things.

Rising to my feet, I could see that the road passed right through Fort Ash. I led Superian into the circular open ruins for the night. After removing her tack and doing some grooming, I fished into her saddlebags for some carrots to augment the soft grass near the walls of the fort.

Clambering up to a stone overhang above her, I then set up camp.

I inspected and counted arrows, including the one I had cut from the belly of the Khajiit. After cleaning it up, I noted with both guilt and satisfaction, that it was still useable.

The grummite bow was serving me well, and I was thankful that Daenlin had switched me from linen to silk bowstrings. The silk ones didn't stretch, even when wet, and therefore didn't need to be waxed or spend as much time unstrung. They also lasted longer. The only drawback to the silk, besides cost of course, was that it was harder on my fingers. I recalled that the ladies of my guild in Bravil all had beautifully soft hands. Well, except for Kud-Ei of course; hers were kind of scaly. I frowned as I looked at my own. The bowstring fingers of my right hand looked like small versions of Daenlin's - marred by heavy calluses.

The light of my campfire now bounced off the old walls of the ruined fort. It felt comfortable and safe up on this ledge under the stars.

Laying out my bedroll, I set the bow and quiver next to it, then pulled some dinner from my pack. I took a long pull on my water bag, confident that I could top it up tomorrow as we intercepted the Red Ring Road near Lake Rumare.

Sitting there munching bread and cheese, I realized that traveling by horse was a mixed blessing. Superian was a wonderful companion and we were getting very close. I smiled, as it occurred that between her and Acadian, I was never lonely. We could also cover ground quickly together, and her amazing speed allowed us to outrun any foe. Yet at times like today, we were quite vulnerable.

Trying to shoot from horseback with a longbow was so cumbersome as to be completely ineffective. Equally frustrating was that I could no more cast a spell astride Superian than while sitting in a chair. Spell casting involved channeling magical energy through the entire body in a fairly precise stance. Being threatened on horseback therefore, meant either running away or dismounting to fight.

While removing my Arena raiment, I unhappily remembered I still lacked the skill to repair it. I was already practicing on everything I could find - even the dings in that highwayman's axe and the hole from my own arrow in his cuirass. Of course, I had just thrown them on the ground after repairing them.

Finally, I crawled into the waiting bedroll, my mind still swirling over the events of the day.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 16 2010, 05:09 PM

The title for this always makes me think of the Immortals of Persia, who were taught from childhood to ride, use the bow, and speak nothing but the truth.

Here is an important chapter, as it illustrates a very important facet of Buffy's character. We see an example of the Buffy Doctrine in action when she goes back to kill the bandit. We also see her very natural anger over Superian's close call with the bandit's axe. Combined with her ability with a bow and growing confidence in its use, the end result was one dead bandit. Cuddly as a rattlesnake. Yet at the same time we see her guilt over her bloodlust, showing us that she is not a sociopath.

Excellent descriptions of bow use here, as we have come to expect from our paladin. Likewise with the observations on her bowstrings.

Also good hints for playing the game, such as repairing things you do not plan to keep just to get your skill up (reaching that 50 in Armorer is always my first priority, so I can fix magic items. I always make an effort to get 5 points of training in it each level until I do).

Finally a good rationale given for why she cannot cast spells from horseback. Honestly the biggest reason I never use horses in the game is because you cannot do anything on them. If you could fight and cast spells, almost all my characters would go mounted. Hopefully they will include that in ESV.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 16 2010, 06:48 PM

I'm with Buffy there - anyone who abuses an animal in my presence will suffer horribly . . . IMHO death is too easy for such people (same goes for sexual predators, but that's another story).

I agree with your comment regarding Kud-Ei - she is someone that Julian clicks very well with in her own story, for much the same reasons that you regard her as the best of the best in the Mages Guild.

I loved Buffy's musings here - it was great to see her character emerge further, and reach a new level of maturity as she considers the risks not only to herself, but also to her Superian.

And by the Nine, stay on the roads! But beware of Greenmead and Grayrock Caves! Julian has learned to stop Paint well before those caves and clear the road on foot.

A beautiful chapter all around. Loved it!

Posted by: Olen Jul 16 2010, 11:01 PM

That chapter had some great lines in it. And some good character advancement. She certainly showed a vicious edge there, in fact bordering on a bit psycopathic...

[quote]The sun was now flirting with the treetops to my west[/quote]and[quoteA bow-equipped mouse toying with a cat[/quote]
Are great images, the 'cat' particularly takes a common phrase and subverts it somewhat in the ES world.

[quote]confident that I could top it up tomorrow[/quote]
This makes me wonder where characters are meant to drink from... There's not many streams which look that suitable. Nice merging of reality into a 'gamey' story there.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 17 2010, 05:34 AM

As an outside observer I must say that this chapter really does read well. I really like the way it slowly builds to the return confrontation with the highwayman. Delicious, in fact! No wonder Buffy is losing her trust and openness with the world around her. Kind of makes Bravil look homely and sweet, no?

Kudos to you for going into the background detail on the silk bowstrings. Calluses, oh no!

Posted by: Acadian Jul 19 2010, 02:57 PM

In Chapter 9, a friendly Legion rider helped Buffy map a route from Chorrol to Skingrad, but progress was slowed when she and Superian were accosted by a highwayman. The encounter left her pondering her own quick readiness to vengeance and the responsibilities of owning a horse.

SubRosa- Buffy is wrestling with a dark side of herself that will take some time to develop and resolve. Thank you for appreciating some of the smaller details of how she interacts with her weapon and her world. She is determined to love and travel with that horse, so I am hoping to balance game mechanics with somewhat reasonable explanations and solutions to help her along. She has much to learn and put together, but eventually, she and Superian will travel as an effective team.

Rider- I'm so glad you understood Buffy's rage. I would expect nothing less from our own veterinary vixen. It will be awhile before she and Superian learn how not to bump into danger along the roads. The very next episode in fact, starts with another such bump. Thank you so much for the kind words regarding the emerging of her character. The fact that Julian clicks well with Kud-Ei, speaks very highly of both ladies.

Olen- Buffy will get darker yet, I fear, before she eventually comes to terms with the proper role of her quick tendency to vengeance. Thank you for your kind observations on Buffy's world. Seeing things through her eyes opens my own.

Wolf- Speaking as an outsider?!? This, from Buffy's Aussie Godfather? No no no, my friend. You know her extremely well. I'm so glad that you enjoyed the pacing or build up of the chapter. Yes, her recent travels do indeed make Bravil seem comfy. Thank you for commenting on some of the details of Buffy's world. It was Foxy that, long ago, helped me work out the details of silk for bowstrings and how/where archers develop calluses.

After the mountain road carved its way sharply around some massive rocks, we were met by the hissing screeches of three goblins that appeared to be guarding the entrance to a mine. One sent a hand towards his quiver while the other two menacingly reached for short swords.

Superian's assessment was quicker than mine. With a flashing of hooves, she showed the goblins her tail and we were off the way we came as fast a Black Horse Courier. A single arrow flew past, well wide of us as we raced to safety. After a minute, we drew to a stop. I turned in the saddle looking and listening for any sounds of pursuit. There were none.

The mine was right along our path on the Gold Road, approaching Skingrad. I slipped to the ground and made my way back towards the green sentries.

It took some scouting around, but I was able to find a spot on a large rock that provided a clear view of my targets from fairly long range. It had not been difficult to reach my perch without being seen. Goblins, unlike imps, weren't very good at detecting sneaky elves.

I had learned a few tricks about killing groups of foes. Offsetting the aim point just slightly to one side caused my arrow's impact to often spin the target around, so any allies couldn't really tell which direction I had attacked from. By hitting the farthest target, other nearby enemies would often search in the wrong direction. Lots of range, of course, helped reduce the sound of my bowstring and made it harder to see me. Sometimes I could remain hidden between shots, sometimes not. That's why being ready to disappear was also a good idea.

I coated three iron tipped broad head arrows with poison, laying two carefully at my feet and setting one to the nock.

Bow partially drawn, I studied the green targets beyond the tip of my arrow. Their pointed ears swept gracefully rearward, and were even larger than mine or Superian's. The farthest goblin produced a brown glass bottle from between two rocks, opened it against the crossguard of a sheathed blade and took a long pull. A second comrade extended both arms wide in a lazy stretch. Each hand ended with three fingers and a thumb, all capped with large black claws. Raising a yawning muzzle skyward displayed dagger-like teeth. The final member of the trio revealed himself to indeed be a he-goblin by lifting his crude loincloth and casting a yellow stream upon on the trunk of a tree.

If there was any doubt as to the danger posed by this motley crew, it was put to rest by the remains that marked the area. There was a variety of bones that appeared to be from men, mer and horse. A nearly complete skeleton of some hapless traveler wore the tattered shreds of a burgundy shirt.

The moment I loosed my arrow, I snuck two steps back down my rocky perch, breaking line of sight with the targets. I was rewarded by the sounds of a sharp screech and breaking glass. After a brief pause, I crept back up the rock to survey the results. One goblin was dead. The other two quickly gave up searching and returned to their posts.

Another poisoned arrow knocked the archer to the ground. The remaining guard's short sword sang from his scabbard as his beady eyes darted among the rocks, trees and brush that hid me. If he saw my third arrow coming, he did not have time to react before he joined his comrades in death.

I checked the area around the mine. Each of the goblins bore a black symbol, vaguely resembling a skull, emblazoned on their upper right arm- perhaps some sort of tribal identification? Grim totems, fashioned from spikes with skulls impaled upon them, flanked the entrance. Crude letters, that had been carved and burned into the rickety wooden door spelled out the words, 'Derelict Mine'.

The goblins carried roasted rat meat and beer as rations, but nothing of value except the archer's quiver of arrows. I cut my own three bloody arrows free from their corpses, but upon inspection, only one remained useable. Goblin blood was red like mine. I wasn't sure why that surprised me.

I quickly repaired their poor quality equipment and left it. Tucked among the boulders along the sides of the road grew several nightshade and peony plants which I harvested for later poison making.

Backtracking until I could see Superian patiently waiting, I cast a spell for her to join me. Fluttering nostrils and a soft snort indicated her displeasure at the smells of blood and death upon me, but she was beginning to get used to it. We then continued west along the Gold Road.

Although not as massive or intimidating as the Imperial City, Skingrad was certainly impressive, as its slender towers and sharp spires came into view. Red and black banners depicting Masser and Secunda in quarter phase flanked the East Gate. A solitary figure clad in red-trimmed mail, topped by the helmet of a city guard, stood sentry.

The Imperial, bearing the city's dual moon symbol on his cuirass and shield, was not much older than I. "You'll find the guilds are inside the north walls to the west." He then looked at Superian. "The stables are just outside the West Gate on the other side of the city." Grinning at the confused look on my face, he added, "You can get your horse there by using the narrow path between the castle and the city walls."

"Thank you," I smiled. I didn't really understand, but I turned Superian towards the direction he indicated. She and I slowly rode west outside of the city's southern wall. I could see the castle looming large above us on our left.

As we got closer, I shuddered involuntarily as a strange sensation came over me. I could feel some sort of distant presence. It got stronger, and I reined in Superian as we reached our closest point to the castle. Unlike the comforting feeling Acadian gave me, whatever this was seemed brooding and dark.

I placed one hand on Superian's neck. She was calm and did not sense what I did. "Acadian, can you feel a dark spirit? Perhaps from the castle?"

The paladin felt only the fact that I was uncomfortable. Like Superian, he did not detect the ominous presence that I did.

As we slowly continued and opened our distance from the castle, the feeling faded until it was gone. Whatever secret Castle Skingrad held would remain a mystery for now, as we picked our way west along the path.

Finally we found the Grateful Pass Stables. I gave Tilmo, the stable hand, a few septims, along with instructions for Superian's care. "If she gives me a good report, there will be some more gold for you when we leave." The cheerful Altmer returned my smile as I handed him the reins.

I entered Skingrad through the West Gate. The inside of the city was a confusing maze of tall buildings that cast shadows across narrow cobblestone streets. I had to ask directions again before I finally found the Mages Guild.

"I trust you have good reason for interrupting me?" Adrienne Berene lowered her book, raised an eyebrow and looked up from her chair in the library.

"I-I'm working hard to enter the Arcane University." I added hopefully, "I already have five recommendations from our other guilds, can you help me?"

The Breton lifted an arm draped in blue velvet, and touched a manicured finger to her chin as she thought for a moment. "Well, Associate, there is a matter I haven't had time to deal with myself. Perhaps you can help. One of my mages is missing. I'll tell you what; find Erthor for me and we'll see about that recommendation."

Well, that sounded familiar. Perhaps another invisibility prank like the mages in Bruma pulled on their guild head. "Do you know where I might start looking for him?"

Adrienne frowned. "Associate, if I knew where he was, I wouldn't need your help now, would I? Try talking to the other mages. I'm busy, now run along." She then quietly snapped her book closed and rose to her feet. The blue gown swirled elegantly as she turned to leave. Her braided golden hair was flawlessly styled back into a bun.

Welcome to Skingrad, Buffy.

Feeling a little inadequate, I started wandering around the guild hall. Some my best friends were Argonian women - City Swimmer and Kud-Ei came to mind. One of the nicest mages I had met outside my own guild house was Deetsan. I loved the curiously flat, precisely enunciated manner of their speech. I also found them to be very friendly. So, when I saw an Argonian woman wearing blue robes, my spirits lifted and I approached her to ask about Erthor.

"What? Who are you? Oh, who cares. I'm Druja. You want something, or are you just practicing your Cyrodiilic?"

I was getting used to cranky guild heads like Adrienne by now, but I was taken aback to encounter a grumpy Argonian. Don’t stammer again, Buffy. "Can you help me find Erthor? I'm trying to earn a recommendation from Adrienne to enter the University."

Druja looked at me for a moment. I could see her staring at the longbow and fletched shafts protruding above my shoulders. Her orange eyes then roamed down the blue raiment to my bare legs and gladiator sandals. Finally, her reptilian features softened. "I'm sorry Associate. I didn't realize you were in the guild. You don't look very much like a mage. I would be happy to try and help you." She continued to explain that Adrienne had sent Erthor to Bleak Flats Cave to do his research after some sort of spell mishap. Erthor spent much of his time there, but had been checking in with the guild periodically. "Come to think of it, I have not seen Erthor for weeks now. Here, let me mark that cave on your map for you. You should remind Adrienne that she is the one who sent him there."

"I'll do that. Thank you Druja." I don't look very much like a mage?

Adrienne pursed her lips and stared at the ceiling in thought. "Oh yes! I do remember now sending Erthor to that cave. Oh well then, you'll just have to go there and fetch him back for us, won't you? Here, let me teach you this weak fireball spell. It just might come in handy. Now, off with you."

The Skingrad facility was quite elegant compared to my comfortable, but somewhat humble guild hall in Bravil. I found a nice room upstairs and unpacked some of my things. It was early afternoon by the time I spread my map on the red and gold brocade bedspread and looked at Bleak Flats Cave. Tomorrow, Buffy. I was tired from traveling and relished a touch of civilization.

I set up my alchemy equipment on the small desktop. The next couple hours resulted in a large collection of potions and poisons from all the wonderful ingredients I had gathered during the long trip from Chorrol. I frowned at my hands. The stains of goblin blood were now joined by a rainbow of colors from grinding up ingredients. My nose informed me that I was also a little ripe from several days on the road.

With a little more exploring, I found the guild's copper bathtub. After working the hand pump for a few minutes, I practiced my new fireball spell several times to heat the water. A hot bath later, I donned a simple blue and green dress - with matching shoes of course. I combed out my hair, then gathered it back into a ponytail with my leather keep. It was nice to feel like a clean elf.

Posted by: Olen Jul 19 2010, 03:21 PM

To Skingrad... you caught how unwelcoming the guildhall is first time you go there well. And I can't wait to see how Buffy deals with Bleak Flats cave, that poison won't work there and I'm not sure one arrow will do it.

That's a very good line, it brings out the human (elven?) side to her and catches the mood at that point.

Ending with a bath (creative use of a flare there Buffy) is also a good touch.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 19 2010, 03:47 PM

Ahh, goblins camped out on the road. The way from Skingrad east is always a gladiator school, with all the caves and mines right next to the road. Here you show more thoughtful archery tactics in Buffy's planning and staging of arrows.

Like Olen, I found Buffy's observation about goblin blood being as red as hers to be a good touch. It shows a bit of unexpected empathy on Buffy's part.

Superian is also coming much more alive in the BF 2.0. The extra effort you are making to describe her reactions are paying off with her feeling like a character, rather than a conveyance.

Good extra bit of Buffy sensing something evil as she went by the castle. She is her father's daughter after all.

Welcome to Skingrad. Yep, that is one friendly guildhall alright. You capture the aloofness and haughy attitude of Adrienne Berene quite well.

The Breton lifted an arm draped in blue velvet, and touched a manicured finger to her chin as she thought for a moment.
This sentence really stands out to me, as it does a marvelous job of showing us so much about Adrienne. You reveal how she is dressed, what her race is, the manicured nail implies that she does not work with her hands, and takes pains with her appearance, and finally it adds a bit of action, showing us that she has to think about her response. Plus, it avoids having to use a speech tag.

Oh noes, Buffy is not planning on sleeping in the Skingrad guild hall is she! Quick Buffy run, before you find Vigge crawling into bed with you!


nits:
Stealthily getting to my perch had not been hard.
This feels a little awkward. Perhaps rearrange it a bit:
Reaching my perch in stealth had not been difficult. or It had not been difficult to reach my perch without being seen.


The Imperial, bearing the same dual moon symbol on his cuirass and shield was not much older than I.
This came kind of suddenly. Was there supposed to be a sentence at the end of the previous paragraph saying that Buffy saw a guard at the gate?

Posted by: D.Foxy Jul 19 2010, 04:10 PM

I'm sure whichever male tries to crawl uninvited into Buffy's bed will find he's missing his third leg shortly afterwards.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 19 2010, 04:57 PM

Ahh, I see Buffy made it past the monsters of Greenmead and Greyrock! Now the Goblins, that's a different story.

I believe I know the particular rock Buffy made use of - it is my favorite perch to snipe the gobbies at that particular place. Especially at higher levels, when the Goblins are such a bear to kill.

Am I the only one to notice that they tend to come out after sunset and disappear after dawn? I've seen three of them walking up to the mine from the east, coming around the north side of the mine. It has the same feel as the Goblin raids between the two caves over in the Eastern Niben, where you have to clear them so the Breton settlers can start building their homesteads.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 20 2010, 07:41 AM

This sentence sent a shiver up the spine. That Buffy is one dangerous girl. No wonder she doesn't have a male suitor. Cheating on her would result in one painful death...

The character that stood out for me here was Druja. The way she gave Buffy the once over and arrived at her gladiator sandals was absolutely brilliant. "You don't look very much like a mage." I love it!

You forgot to mention the other give away. The pile of bodies.

Posted by: Remko Jul 20 2010, 11:10 AM

I agree with the above, Superian feeles even morte like a character than in your first version.

Welcome to Skingrad indeed. Undead Count, grumpy mages and a freakshow Alchemist

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 21 2010, 12:41 AM

Buffy, you're really good at entertaining us, lol.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 21 2010, 05:59 PM

9 Ride Fast and Shoot Straight

Like Winter Wolf I love the mundane detail that you infuse into every chapter. The whole paragraph where Buffy ruminates on the merits of silk bowstrings and the calluses that they cause was just great.

And I agree with SubRosa that we see the early stirrings of the ‘Buffy Doctrine’ being formed in her willingness to exact painful revenge for anyone stupid enough to direct a blow at her beloved Superian.

The image that this conjures up is just too good not to quote.

10.1 You Don’t Look Like a Mage

Buffy’s ability to sense a ‘brooding presence’ that her companions (it seems strange to regard a horse and a disembodied spirit as ‘companions’, but that’s what they are) cannot is a clever bit of foreshadowing that I am sure will be addressed in a future chapter. Again our lady SubRosa took the words right out of my mouth when she said that Buffy is ‘her father’s daughter’.

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 21 2010, 06:54 PM

Buffy is probably the most well written character in ANY oblivion fan fiction! I get the whole "You don't look like a mage" thing from my friends whenever I'm playing Oblivion with them over.

Posted by: Acadian Jul 22 2010, 04:28 PM

In Chapter 10.1, Buffy and Superian battled goblins before finally arriving at Skingrad. Her sixth University recommendation requires her to find another missing mage. It seems this one may be conducting research at nearby Bleak Flats Cave. After her long trip from Chorrol however, Buffy insisted on at least an evening of civilization before any dungeon diving.

Olen- Thank you. Yes, it seems many of the guild heads have. . . personalities. Ah, I see you are familiar with the hazards in Bleak Flats Cave. Heh, Buffy will never be able to match the other mages when it comes fire, ice and lightning. She can be pretty clever at using it for lighting/dousing torches, cooking crabs and heating baths though.

SubRosa- I'm glad that some of Buffy's passion for and dedication to her bow came through. Goblin blood is red - yes, unexpected empathy with her 'targets'. I really want to enhance the character and role of Superian in BF 2.0 - Thank you so much for seconding that.

Foxy- Thanks! Yes, the problem of unwelcome wandering mages at night. Buffy has worked out a solution. Set your beverage down and click on this: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/ScreenShot557.jpg

Rider- Thank you. Buffy has actually been caught in the cross fire between those Derelict Mine goblins and the rival gang from Goblin Jim's tribe. I understand that aspect of the game was not really fully implemented, but those two tribes actually do seem to pick on each other. Oh, I love the Cropsford quest, too!

Wolf- Yes, Buffy does live and love her craft. Thank you for mentioning that her 'target analysis' rang somewhat chilling for you. 'You don't look like a mage' will weave through all three parts of this chapter bearing the title.

Remko- Thank you. I'm really glad that it seems I'm doing better with Superian in BF 2.0. My hope is to expand her role and character even further. Buffy really is a 'gang of three' (Her, Superian and Acadian) - at least she is never lonely.

Zalphon- Thanks! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading.

Destri- Thank you for your endorsement of some of the detail we try to put into the chapters. Yup, she is a great 'ruminator'. Yes, the beginnings of her doctrine - she definitely needs to develop some control of her growing lethality. Her unease as she passed the castle is also new. I am hoping to expand on what was only really hinted at in her first version.

Zerker- I am simply humbled to be on the same stage as each of the writers that read Buffy. Thank you for the kind words.

"No, I'm sorry, Associate, we don't have an alchemist at the guild." Blinking her orange eyes, Druja continued, "If you want to trade alchemical supplies, Falanu Hlaalu at All Things Alchemical has a good selection of equipment and unusual ingredients. Sinderion over at the nearby tavern however, is perhaps the most knowledgeable alchemist in Cyrodiil and has better prices."

"Thank you, Druja," I smiled. Grabbing my pack, I stepped out of the guild and went shopping across the narrow street. After trading some wolf pelts for arrows, I made my way along the cobblestones towards the West Gate.

The tavern was quite to my liking. Not too big or fancy, but with a crackling warm fire and cozy atmosphere. I smoothed the skirt of my blue and green dress and approached the pleasant looking Imperial in green silk. She returned my smile and said cheerfully, "Good afternoon, Bosmer. Welcome to the West Weald Inn. I'm Erina Jeranus, the proprietor. If you'd like food or a bed, speak to me."

"Nothing right now, thank you. You have a lovely inn though," I said. "I'm looking for an alchemist named Sinderion?"

"Oh yes," Erina seemed to appreciate the compliment and pointed behind me, "he's downstairs, right through that door."

Behind the door and down the stairs I found a cellar. The rack-lined walls were filled with more wines than I had seen in my short life. At the far end of the cellar, mixing the contents of two flasks, stood a white-haired Altmer. "Excuse me, are you Sinderion?"

He lowered his potions to the table before him that was littered with books, scrolls and alchemical ingredients. After staring at me absently for a moment, the chiseled features of his unlined golden face brightened into a warm smile. "Why yes. Yes I am. What brings such a lovely elf to my potion shop today?" He cocked his head as one hand raised to rub a square chin. "Hmm, you look like a mage."

Now I look like a mage? I figured it was the dress, and perhaps leaving my bow at the guild. Well, his flattery worked, because I instantly liked Sinderion. He was both attractive and charming. "Yes, I'm an Associate from Bravil. My name's Buffy." I wandered closer. "Are you in the guild?"

"Me?" He sounded surprised. "Oh by Julianos, no, no, no. Sometimes I guest lecture on exotic plants at the University, but I'm loathe to leave Skingrad for any length of time." His head almost touched the low beams spanning the ceiling as Sinderion moved to join me. Based on the furnishings and equipment, it seemed the cellar served as his home, store and laboratory. "In addition to being an alchemist, I like to fancy myself quite the student of local history," his hand swept the room, "and wines. So tell me, Buffy, what can I do for you today?"

I lowered my pack to the floor with a soft thump and looked up at the Altmer. "I have lots of potions I was hoping to sell."

Sinderion rubbed his hands together. "Ah, you've come to the right place. I'd love to see what you have in there."

I knelt on the floor and started rummaging. "Um, my pack is kind of a mess right now. Would you mind if I just dumped it out? That might make it easier and faster to find everything." In response to Sinderion's nod, I upended the pack.

"Yes indeed," said Sinderion as he chuckled and knelt beside me to help sort through the myriad potions and ingredients. Suddenly, he sucked his breath in loudly. "Buffy! Where did you find those?"

"Oh, these?" I held up the three blue-green bulbous roots. "I found them along the west bank of the Lower Niben. Nobody seems to know anything about them. Why? Are they useful for something?"

He took one of the roots and, after studying it for a moment, stared at me incredulously. "These are nirnroot! For years I've sought in vain to obtain samples of them. Although extremely difficult to work with, in the right hands some amazing properties can be coaxed from them. Would you consider selling them?"

"No alchemist I've talked to has been willing to offer me anything for them. If you would find them useful, they're yours." I placed the roots in his hand. "I would like to sell you my potions though."

"I-I don't know what to say, Buffy," Sinderion stammered, then grinned. "I will gladly buy your potions and offer you a fine price for any more nirnroot you find."

We then exchanged my pile of potions for a nice bag of gold. As we stood, Sinderion's hand came back up to his chin thoughtfully. "Those nirnroot samples will support my research for months to come, and I am deeply in your debt. Will you tell me of your travels? Perhaps I can think of a way to assist you, and repay your kindness."

I told him of my quest to gain admission to the Arcane University, and what that had entailed to date. We talked in some depth about the challenges I faced traveling with Superian. Sinderion's eyebrows alternately traveled up and down his forehead and his pursed lips twitched from side to side as I spoke.

Finally, his beautifully clear blue eyes brightened. "Ahah! You say this horse of yours is fast, and that you have a special connection with her?" He didn't wait for my nod before continuing, "As I told you, I'm quite the local historian. You need to speak to Rislav the Righteous."

"Does he live nearby?" I asked hopefully.

Sinderion smiled mysteriously. "Well he used to. In the First Era, year four seventy eight to be more precise."

"You're teasing me," I pouted.

"No, not at all. At that time, Rislav was King of Skingrad. He managed to hold off the vastly larger Alessian Army of Emperor Gorieus during the Battle of Grateful Pass," in response to my deepening frown, he slowly emphasized each word as he added, "with the help of his white stallion, Corsair." His eyes sparkled, as mine flew open wide in rapt attention.

"Ah, I see I have piqued your interest, Buffy. Sit." I dutifully did so, in the chair Sinderion indicated, as he browsed among his wine racks and continued, "Yes, it was dawn as the lead elements of the Alessian horde moved west from the Imperial City. On the ridgeline ahead of them, stood the solitary figure of King Rislav the Righteous."

"Alone? Against an army?" I couldn't help my interest.

"Almost," Sinderion nodded, "except for a trained hawk perched upon his shoulder. The King unfurled the red and black banner of Skingrad into the rising sun, and defiantly planted its staff at his feet. Suddenly, his white horse materialized right next to the banner. Rislav released the hawk, mounted Corsair and reared the mighty stallion." By now, Sinderion had opened his chosen bottle, filled two silver goblets and joined me at the small table.

Taking a sip of wine, I prompted, "Do go on."

"The commander of Gorieus' Army was so incensed, that he ordered an immediate charge. Rislav wheeled his horse and sped towards Skingrad. It seems the hawk was a signal to Rislav's waiting forces. As the Alessian horde funneled into the narrow gap at Grateful Pass, thousands of arrows, launched from atop the flanking bluffs decimated their ranks. Skingrad remained free, at least for that day."

"What a wonderful bit of history, Sinderion!" I said, moved by the story. "How did King Rislav summon his horse?"

"You'll need to ask him," the Altmer chuckled. "There's a statue of His Majesty near the Mages Guild. Ask him at dawn, for that is when the battle started."

Mystified, I replied, "Thank you, I'll do that." I stood, placing my silver goblet on the table. "Oh, this wine is yummy. What kind is it?"

The Altmer rose and escorted me towards the door. "It is good, isn't it? The wine is made right here in Skingrad by our very own Tamika." Taking my hand, he briefly touched it to his lips. "Safe travels, Buffy." He then opened the door for me.

"Thank you, Sinderion." I turned for the open door to hide the warm color I could feel blossoming in my face and ears.

Back at the guild that night, I slept fitfully as I dreamed of ancient armies and thundering hooves.

In the dim light of predawn, I stood before the towering gray statue of Rislav the Righteous. The king was astride a powerful looking horse and had a hawk perched on his arm. I reached up and placed my hand on the neck of Corsair. "Your Majesty, can you help a young she-elf and her precious mare better survive the hazards of Cyrodiil?"

The statue began to glow with a soft white light that gradually expanded to engulf me. For a moment, it was sunrise two eras ago, and a solitary red and black banner stood upon a lonely ridgeline. I watched King Rislav call forth his white stallion. Then I was back, standing in the small round garden with my hand still upon the statue. I now understood the Call of Corsair. "Thank you, your Majesty."

I savored the smells of leather and fresh hay, the comforting scent of the horses, and even the other natural odors of the stables. The vineyards still slumbered, under long early morning shadows cast by the west walls of Skingrad. I led Superian out among the grape trellises. Stopping, I hugged her, unsheathed my knife and severed a lock of her mane. "Stay here, and wish us luck."

After walking the short distance back to the stables alone, I knelt on the ground and opened my map before me. Grasping the lock of my mare's mane tightly, I stared at the mark on the map for the Grateful Pass Stables. "Superian, I need you."

I felt the air stir, and suddenly the mare was standing beside me, wide-eyed and disoriented. She reared. I jumped to my feet to comfort her. As soon as she saw me, she began to calm down, and within a few minutes, I had her eating a carrot. "No one said being a mage's horse was going to be easy, girl." I buried my face in her long mane and whispered, "Thank you for trusting me."

The possibilities began to dawn on me. I could leave Superian in a safe place and scout ahead on foot for us. Once I reached any landmark on my map, I could call her instantly and safely to my side.

"Acadian, are you proud of me? I discovered the Call of Corsair without your help."

I sensed satisfaction and light humor from the paladin. As I picked up the map, I noted the blue mark at Skingrad was now gone.

I was excited about this wonderful new ability, but there would be time for that later. I had a lost mage to find. Satisfied that Superian was comfortable at the stables, I set out on foot for Bleak Flats Cave.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 22 2010, 04:55 PM

Oh, how wonderful! I loved Sinderion, his charm, his story of Rislav the Righteous and the brave white stallion Corsair (is the name from the Lore, or from your seagoing background - I always liked that word for the little fast ships), and the spell! This chapter has several elements I adore in fiction - history, an epic hero, a brave horse, a little chemistry, and a charming rake! Oh, and the wine! That's the one thing I hate about writing Julian - she's a teetotaler these days. I respect that, but dang, I miss the wine!

May I suggest a refinement for the Call of Corsair? In dressage, and in many other examples of training/working with animals, a command will be better received if the animal first receives an indication that such a call is coming. In dressage, we call it the half-halt, before we cue for the movement we desire (such as half-pass, leg yield, change in gaits, etc). It alerts the horse that a transition is coming up, and sets him/her up to receive the message. the concept of a half-halt just a second or two prior to the actual Call may make it easier for Superian to accept the sudden translocation. It can take any form, such as a whisper, a feather touch, or a scent (horses respond best to these types of signals), but should precede the call only by a second or so. I think Buffy is enough a mage to figure out how to alert Superian to the impending spell so she is not so startled by it. Clicker training is the same concept and works for both dogs and horses.

Feel free to PM me if you need a better explanation!

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 22 2010, 05:18 PM

Interesting story about Rislav the Righteous (if he was left-handed would he have been the Lefteous?), and Corsair. I noticed before that you did not show Buffy learning how to make Superian appear beside her when she Fast Travels (or even learn to Fast Travel at all). Now I see what you had in mind. This new method is much more interesting! Kudos!

I believe this is also Buffy's first taste of Tamika's? Not the last I dare say!

If Buffy is a she-elf, would that make her a shelf?


nits:
"No, I'm sorry, Associate, we don't have an alchemist at the guild."
You missed an opening quote where I added it above. Probably frightened off by stories of Vigge the Cautious.

Posted by: Olen Jul 22 2010, 07:16 PM

I like you're characterisation of Sinderion, both knowledgeable in history and an expert in alchemy, and friendly to boot. Certainly you make him a likeable character. I like your take on the Nirnroots too, his interest and the gold seem fer better than some largely unuseful potions.

The wine sounds good too... it's making me fancy a bottle.

That picture is good, but the floorboards are huge!

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 22 2010, 11:52 PM

Lol. "You don't look like much of a mage"

Later: "You look like a mage"

XD

Posted by: D.Foxy Jul 23 2010, 03:21 AM

Sub Rozza must have caught the Foxy wordplay disease....beware. It's extremely contagious, and very hard to get rid of!

And Old Friend, that screenshot of Buffy was PRICELESS!!!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 23 2010, 07:33 AM

Many thanks for the history lesson that you snuck into this chapter. It was the perfect thing to complement my cold hands and a warm cup of tea. Weaving the man, horse and hawk into Superian's fast travel was a delightful surprise.

When Buffy upended her pack I thought, Oh NO! that poor Sinderion will be cleaning up his abode for the next few weeks, what with everything Buffy seems to carry these days.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 23 2010, 11:34 PM

A history lesson from the old paladin! I need to sit down for this! Giddiness has left me light-headed. Your take on Rislav’s tale was great. I love the way that you were able to take a historic event and use it as the vehicle (no pun intended) whereby Buffy learns the mysteries of fast travel. Giving Rislav’s horse a name and a personality made this chapter.

I imagine it must be hard to appear suave and debonair when you live the entirety of your life in a cellar, but somehow Sinderion is able to manage it (even if his head does scrape against the beams on the ceiling). As for the effective use of the Elixir of Exploration . . . what’s not to like about a potion that fortifies your health at all levels and gives you five minutes of night-eye?

Posted by: Acadian Jul 25 2010, 04:17 PM

In Chapter 10.2, Buffy paused during her Skingrad Mages Guild recommendation and met an intriguingly charming alchemist, familiar with nirnroot. Based on his suggestion, Buffy spoke to the statue of King Rislav the Righteous and learned a new ability.

The 'Call of Corsair' does not exist in game of course. It is an invented ability, and the battle described is based loosely on the lore of King Rislav. In fact, it is simply Buffy invoking 'fast travel' for the very limited purpose of teleporting Superian to Buffy's present map marker location. It is also a new feature, not in her original story.

I am finding that quite a few of Buffy's original chapters lack the rich detail that we now prefer. I hope you will bear with us as we find it necessary to continue enriching and revising more than I had anticipated. I still expect that the further we progress into her story, the less revising will be required. Related to that, I will also abandon efforts to try and have the chapter numbers match those of the previous version. Moving forward, each episode or post will get its own chapter number.

While I'm indulging in author's notes, let me say to all, how much Buffy and I appreciate the warm support and encouragement we receive. It means so very much to us.

Rider- In this case, the name Corsair came to me by way of Naval aviation. Both my father and I spent our long careers as Marine Corps pilots. Although my need for speed was fulfilled by the F-4 Phantom, the beautiful F-4U Corsair was the first winged love of Acadian Sr. The F4-U Corsair is WWII vintage and probably most popularly known as the steed of Greg (Pappy) Boyington and his Black Sheep squadron, VMF-214. For a time, the Navy flew an attack jet named the A7 Corsair. I think the name lends itself beautifully to its original ship references, as well as aircraft and horses.

Thank you so much for your wonderful ideas that we have amplified by PM. As you could tell, both Buffy and Superian were both upset by the disorientation that sudden teleport caused the mare. Thanks to your help, Buffy has plans to fix that very soon! I so appreciate the gracious guidance of our own Andalusian Angel of Dressage!

SubRosa- You miss nothing, my friend! Buffy's ability to call Superian from great distance was introduced earlier in the previous version, but without the more creative backstory. I'm so glad you liked it. I expect the commander of your Bravil Fighters Guild branch would be familiar with the name Corsair.

Yes, this was also the first of many references to Buffy's drink of choice! Thank you for catching my editorial oversight.

Olen- I too, have always liked Sinderion, and was delighted that he captivated Buffy as well. Thank you.

Zerker- Thanks! The 'you don't look like a mage' theme will continue into this next episode. Poor Buffy seems to be the only mage with a bow in the game.

Foxy- I've been saving that screenshot for you, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. I'm so glad you like it as much as I do!

Wolf- I'm delighted that, with Call of Corsair, we could introduce a small but new aspect into BF 2.0 for Buffy's supportive Aussie mate. There will be a few additional new twists and features ahead. Ahah, I see you remain well familiar with Buffy's challenges at organizing and limiting what she lugs around.

Destri- Given your own rich mastery of it, I'm so glad you liked our humble foray into lore. I really wrestled with a creative way to frame this limited use of fast travel, that is really key to keeping Superian close to Buffy. Without it, she would feel obliged to leave Superian stabled much more, for the mare's own safety. Buffy may traverse some hazardous overland stretches without Superian, but will always join with the mare as soon as possible when she reaches a suitable waypoint. Call of Corsair, plus lots of detect life equipment, and a walk on water spell (Buffy will get those things later) really makes horse travel a pleasure for them.

The short trek north from Skingrad was uneventful. Red, yellow and blue flowers sparkled with morning dew as I gathered much flax seed from them. I knew I could combine it with other simple ingredients like the caps of steel-blue entoloma to make potions that could quickly restore magical energy. Better alchemists than I, like Ardaline, could even grind it up with potato to make potions that protected like armor. I also found some more nightshade and peony, handy for combining into simple poisons.

The nearby creeping vines had not claimed the old wooden door to Bleak Flats Cave, thereby suggesting its recent use. I unshouldered my bow, reminded myself to keep that detect life spell active and quietly slipped inside. Before proceeding further, I allowed a moment for my eyes to adjust. Crevices in the rocky ceiling allowed the occasional stray beam of dusty sunlight to pierce the darkness. My nose wrinkled at the faint, but unmistakable smell of deteriorating flesh. The skin of my bare arms and legs grew tiny bumps in response to the cool, damp air. Perhaps leathers might have been a better choice than my Arena raiment for this.

I had crept only a short ways when the pink glow appeared. It looked humanoid, but moved in an oddly stiff manner. I eased a little closer and let my spell lapse briefly.

As the glow faded, the form of what used to be a man or mer stood before me, draped in discolored rotting flesh. I selected a poison and reached into my quiver. The zombie jerked from the arrow's impact, but I saw no sign that my poison affected him. To make matters worse, by shooting from close range, I had compromised my hidden position. As he staggered towards me, I quickly loosed a second arrow and nocked a third as I rapidly started backing up. He fell at my feet, from the third arrow. I exhaled loudly and waited for my pounding heart to slow.

Well, that didn't go so well. I tried to keep track of who was immune to poison. Bravil's Priest of Mara, Uravasa Othrelas, had warned City Swimmer and I that the ghosts found in our chapel's undercroft could not be poisoned. City Swimmer had joked that perhaps the spirits were Argonian, since her whole race was immune to poison. I had learned about skeletons myself. Zombies needed to go on that list too. I wondered if maybe all undead were immune to my poisons?

I learned another lesson here. There was a fine line between a smooth, elegant, kill and scrambling in terror. Could I have engaged that zombie from longer range? Yep. Why didn't I? Squirming a little, I couldn't figure out a way to blame Acadian for this, so I had to admit it was because I got lazy and overconfident. Learn anything, Buffy? I hope so. Recasting my spell, I took a deep breath and snuck deeper into the cave.

I worked hard to use maximum range, not hesitating to back up some, or even sneaking to a point beyond the target to increase the distance of my shots. I would shoot from a corner and sneak out of sight even as my arrow was still in the air. Not perfect, but I was able to extinguish the glows of four more zombies scattered around the cave as I methodically progressed. Several times, I was able to shoot one of them more than once without being detected. When they did charge, my extra distance and their slow speed allowed me to get off the arrows I needed before they could reach me.

At the end of the tunnel now ahead of me, was a small cavern containing two zombies close enough to kiss each other (ugh). I could only get a medium range shot. Now what? I readied a spell and loosed an arrow. Sure enough, a wounded zombie and his healthy friend charged. My right hand spiked the air, and I watched my arm disappear as a shroud of magic descended over me. Quietly, I slipped into a small space between two stalagmites and the stone wall. The zombies, with their peculiar rigid gait, searched in vain. Finally they gave up and toddled back to their cavern. I nocked an arrow.

After repeating this process a couple more times, one of the zombies surrendered his pink glow. I was sure his friend was also wounded.

An arrow to his chest, followed by another as he raised his arms and lurched towards me, dropped the seventh of these undead beings. How many more were down here and where was this missing mage, Erthor?

I lit a torch and approached the bodies. The feathered shafts of several of my arrows protruded from each, while my own quiver was light. Combating nausea, I went about the gruesome task of cutting into the twice dead flesh to free my arrows. After cleaning and inspecting them, several were able to rejoin those in my quiver. Before I doused the torch, I noted a small opening at the end of the chamber, the only unexplored path.

After a few moments my eyes had readjusted to the darkness. I slipped into the tunnel, wrapped myself in the comforting shadows of the cold rock walls, and continued deeper into the cave. As another vertical life sign began to glow ahead, I stopped. I was encouraged to see this one moving about smoothly, instead of awkwardly staggering like the animated corpses I had encountered so far. I hoped it was Erthor. As I crept closer, a small cavern appeared at the end of this corridor, allowing an unobstructed view of the glowing life force. I let the pink haze fade. The Bosmer was softly illuminated by two flickering torches that had been wedged between cracked sections of the stone wall.

The last stranger I had encountered in such a dark place full of undead was a necromancer, deep in the bowels of Vilverin, who would have killed me had I not been prepared. Although I was pretty sure the elf ahead was my missing guild mate, I figured a girl can't be too careful. After mentally rehearsing the magic to summon my green swirling cobra, I set an arrow to the nock and partially drew the silk bowstring. With the broad head tip of my arrow directed at the ground, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows. "Hail, I'm from the guild. Are you Erthor?"

"Are they gone? All of them? Yes, I'm Erthor. Who are you? I've been too scared to leave since those walking dead moved in here. Are you here to rescue me?" The dark haired Bosmer with saucer eyes finally shut up for a moment.

"Yes, my name is Buffy. Well met, Erthor." I quivered the arrow. "Adrienne sent me, and I want you to come back to the guild with me. Oh, and yes, all the zombies are dead."

"Thank you, Buffy! Thank you so much! But you don't look like a mage."

Again, the 'don't look like a mage' stuff! I shouldered the bow, lifted my chin and planted both hands on my hips. "Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"

"Oh no!" Erthor gasped. "I-I meant no offense. Don't leave me. Please."

"Follow me then." I grabbed a burning torch from the wall and began to retrace my steps toward the cave's exit.

"Thank you again," Erthor chirped. "You're not from Skingrad are you? Is Adrienne mad at me? That's an awfully big bow. I'm starving. Do you know what the guild is having for dinner tonight? What kind of a name is Buffy? I'm right behind you. . . ."

The short trip back to the guild was uneventful. Erthor tagged along like a puppy, gushing his appreciation. I thought of my Bosmer mother and chuckled to myself. I could understand, perhaps, why she chose a Breton for a mate.

"Thank you for retrieving Erthor, Associate." Adrienne's tone was as if I had just delivered a copy of the Black Horse Courier instead of saving the life of one of our mages. "Raminus Polus will have my recommendation, just as soon as I get around to it."

Reminiscent of the day I met her, I watched the golden haired Breton's swirling blue gown as she swept out of the library. I wanted to like Adrienne - I envied her competency and elegance, but not her dismissively aloof manner. Perhaps she was just a very busy woman with all the responsibilities of running a guild. I was, after all, just a lowly Associate who didn't even look like a mage. As my mind flittered among the guilds I had visited so far, it came to rest upon the image of the beautiful Argonian that ran my Bravil chapter. I smiled at how lucky I was.

I treated myself to a warm bath to get the smell of decaying flesh out of my skin and hair. It felt nice to slip into a comfortable russet felt dress and slippers.

After a pleasant dinner in the guild's dining room with several of the mages, I spent the evening making ready for travel and studying my map for the next leg of our journey. All I needed were recommendations from the guilds at Kvatch, then Anvil. I wondered what things would be like at the Arcane University. It was beginning to look like I might actually get there.

Finally, I crawled into bed. Erthor's words came back to me. What's a mage supposed to look like? Giggling, I imagined what he saw. An elf wearing the Arena raiment of a blue team combatant, with a bristling quiver on her back and carrying a bow as tall as she. "Acadian, am I supposed to wear mage stuff?"

I had never sensed the slightest uncertainty or confusion from my paladin - until this moment. Intrigued, I closed my eyes and opened my mind to him.

Slowly, an image began to form. As it came into focus, I remembered getting ready to break camp one recent morning. A quiver was on my back and I was wearing leather boots, bracers, hunters pants and a short cropped vest. My bow was in my hand as I declared, "Acadian, it doesn't matter what you or anyone else wants me to wear. I don't care if you think it's too revealing or doesn't protect me well enough. Would you have me wear the iron suit of a warrior, unable to walk? Or perhaps the robes of a mage, tripping over the baggy folds? I'll wear whatever I want, whenever I want!"

After the image faded, I smiled and rolled over, ready for sleep. Tomorrow, as Superian, Acadian and I headed towards the guild at Kvatch, I would wear my Arena raiment.

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 25 2010, 05:53 PM

The creation disobeys the creator! Yay for paradox! Poor Buffy will never win will she?

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 25 2010, 06:06 PM

A fun - and informative - installment of our favorite Bosmer bowgirl. We see Buffy grappling with the issues every new adventurer faces. What works? What does not? The realization that thinking and tactics are even more important that raw power. Things that she can only learn from the experiences she is now having.

We also see her grappling with the issue of her own identity. What is a mage supposed to look like? Act like? By the end we see her coming to the classic Buffy conclusion that she can only be herself. That is a revelation that many people never achieve, and suffer because of it.


I couldn't figure out a way to blame Acadian for this, so I had to admit it was because I got lazy and overconfident.
I loved this.


"Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"
This is so Buffy!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 25 2010, 08:10 PM

Like Rosa, I loved the way Buffy figured out her tactics in that cavern. Archery in such close quarters is so difficult, especially with targets that are resistant to poison.

I loved this! The tart rejoinder is classic Buffy!

Also her thoughts on how to dress, and Acadian's slyly diplomatic response. I can tell he has lived many years with a woman!

Posted by: Olen Jul 25 2010, 11:42 PM

Good stuff, she gets a bit lazy and just about gets burned for it, nice following of the arc from confidence to (near) death... Certainly she's discovering the difficulty archers face in confined spaces.

I'm also enjoying her 'what should I look like?' quandry.

Another great line there.


Ahhh... I wondered how you were going to have her go there, very neat and unforced.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 26 2010, 03:29 AM

I am clapping my hands with excitement here. Wow! This chapter just sings off the page.

You have beautifully mastered the show / tell aspect of fiction writing and I am really enjoying the description that you are weaving in there. Bravo, my friend. I can see that you are making an effort to improve that side of your writing and this old duck cannot help but smile. It must give you pleasure to see the fruits of all the hard work you are putting in. More, more!

The balance in the story is great too, Buffy has gone from the stain the greaves girl, to the learning her craft girl. She is not quite the deadly bowgirl we all know and love yet. I am really enjoying the following of this progress.

I am tickled pink to be considered her Aussie Godfather. Please tell Buffy the shack next door is always open to her. You never know when her or City-Swimmer might have to hide from the guards. Thanks!

Posted by: D.Foxy Jul 26 2010, 09:12 AM

And the development of Buffy grows apace.

I find that others have made my points before me, so all I will say is, THANK YOU for entertaining us, and kudos for your writing skills development!!!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 26 2010, 10:07 AM

As ever your description of the archer’s tactics in the close confines of the cave is excellent, and Erthor is laugh out loud funny. His running monologue while Buffy leads him from the cave is just priceless.

Like Foxy I am left echoing what everyone else has already said. Congratulations on yet another stand-out chapter!

Posted by: Remko Jul 26 2010, 10:40 AM

I agree with Destri. Erthor is annoying as hell in the game but you made him into a character one can laugh about and actually adore. (dare I say; kinda what I have done with Fagoth.. errm I mean Fargoth in Rales' Memoires?)

Keep it up m8!

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 26 2010, 11:40 PM

Very enjoyable Buffy.

Posted by: Acadian Jul 28 2010, 02:55 PM

Chapter 11 found Buffy fighting zombies in Bleak Flats Cave to rescue a missing mage and earn her University recommendation from the Skingrad guild.

Zerker- Thanks. Buffy and Acadian are slowly learning to understand and appreciate each other. Buffy does feel a little out of place in her guild of mages. Somehow though, I suspect the guild will change before Buffy's weaponry and manner of dress does.

SubRosa- I intended for Buffy to display her gradual tactical learning curve as well as ponder her own identity, hopefully punctuated by the irritatingly delightful prattle of Erthor. Thank you so much for your affirmation.

Rider- Thank you for complimenting Buffy's tactics in close quarters. The scene with Buffy and Erthor was pure joy to write and I'm so pleased you liked it.

Acadian has been 'dressed down' by Buffy on numerous occasions. It was refreshing for him to be able to add some clever insight in his response to Buffy's fashion question. Doubly delicious to do so using her own words.

Olen- 'What should I look like' spawns from the game's lack of archers that use magic. Should she join the fighters guild like most archers, when she refuses to touch a melee weapon? Or the mages guild when she dresses like a light scout with a longbow? She has made her choice, but certainly wrestles with her one of a kind image.

Yes, she is in for a surprise in the next city. Make no mistake, she is not a Champion of Cyrodiil kind of girl. Nevertheless, the impact of what she finds in Kvatch will remain with her and affect her path.

Wolf- You are a long term connoisseur of BF, and I am honored that you are enjoying some of the revisions and refinements in style and content we are striving for. Thank you.

Foxy- Friend Foxy, you provided the precise mix of technical assistance, craft advice and encouragement when I most needed it as a novice early in the original telling of Buffy's story. I so appreciate your help, allowing me to do a little better justice to my bowgirl.

Destri- Thank you for complimenting Buffy's tactics. If necessity is the mother of invention, Buffy's refusal to touch melee weapons certain creates a lot of necessity! As I told Rider, Erthor was simply a joy to write.

Remko- I'm so glad it seems my irritatingly charming intent for Erthor seemed to come through. Thank you.

Zalphon- Thank you. Buffy is delighted you are enjoying her story.

The rumbling crackle of thunder was almost constant. Streaks of red lightning danced across a black sky, illuminating the dead trees. Monstrous curved spikes protruded from the ground in front of the walls surrounding Kvatch. Flames licked the ominous opening that could only be a gate to the planes of Oblivion itself. What manner of horror was this?

"Stand back civilian! This is no place for you. Get back to the encampment at once." I knew this had to be Savlian Matius. Everyone in the dismal tent camp at the base of this mountain had talked about his heroics in getting them out of the city to safety. I stood frozen as the captain of the city guard, clad in mail with white and black surcoat approached. He carried a round white shield, adorned with the black head of a wolf - the symbol of Kvatch.

"W-what happened here?" I stammered, overwhelmed at the scene before me.

"We lost the damned city, that's what happened! It was too much. Too fast. We were overwhelmed. Couldn't even get everyone out. There are still people trapped in there. Some made it to the chapel. But some," he closed his eyes briefly, then scowled in anguish, "were just run down in the streets. The Count and his men are still holed up in the castle and now we can't even get into the city to help them with that damned Oblivion gate blocking the way!" The Imperial's face was illuminated by flames coming from that very gate. His brown eyes were wracked with pain and anger, the black headband and closely cropped brown hair were soaked with sweat and blood. He and a handful of his men were the only obstacles standing between this flaming gate and Cyrodiil.

"What will you do now?" I felt tiny, and my words seemed insignificant.

"The only thing we can do. We'll try to stand our ground, that's what. If we can't hold this barricade, those beasts could march right down and overrun the encampment. I have to try and protect the few civilians that are left." He shook his head and repeated, "It’s the only thing we can do now."

A pale goblin-looking creature with a tail burst through the gate. I recognized it from books about Daedra as a scamp. The guard captain's blade sang from its scabbard as he and his men immediately charged the beast and slew it.

Savlian returned to me, shaking his head in desperation. "My home! My damn home in flames. It kills me that I can't get in there and do something. We couldn't have been any less prepared for this. Seems like they came out of nowhere. There were just so many of them. If only I had a way to strike back at the enemy. But we can't leave the barricade until that Oblivion gate is closed."

"You are a hero to those down in the encampment. They owe their lives to you." My heart was breaking for this courageous, selfless man standing before me. I reached up and briefly touched his cheek with my hand. His face was young, but bore the scars of too many battles. I tried to smile, as tears came to my eyes. "I can see you are carrying the weight of this city on your shoulders. This gate threatens the entire Empire. I'm sure the Legion will send soldiers to help. I-I wish I could ease your pain."

He managed a tired, grim smile in return. "Thank you. By what are you called?"

"My name is Buffy, from Bravil."

"Well, Buffy from Bravil, I will remember your kindness, and I will remember you. Hopefully you are right and the Legion will send help. Maybe when it's safe again. . . . Maybe, I mean, I hope, perhaps you will come back. For now though, you're in grave danger here. You'd best leave. There's no telling when more of them will come out of that Oblivion gate."

"Someday, I will come back, Savlian Matius." I meant it. As I started backing away, I couldn't tear my eyes from the burning city of Kvatch, or this noble man with the heart of a lion, standing against the horrors inside that flaming gate.

"Buffy!" Savlian boomed over the thunder, "My tent in the encampment. There's a spare Kvatch shield. Take it with you."

I nodded as I continued backing away. Another beast emerged from the gate. The hissing scamp crouched, scanning for a target. As if fed by the nearby flames, a ball of fire was forming in his bony hands. Savlian and his men charged forward again. I turned away, and headed down the hill towards the encampment.

"Yes, Savlian Matius," I whispered, "I will come back."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 28 2010, 03:51 PM

And zing! Buffy's in love! I've known for some time that Buffy has the same taste in men that I do! It was a joy to see Savlian again - he holds a special place in my heart, of all the Oblivion NPC's.

Wonderful job describing the devastation that is Kvatch. It's sad that we never get to see it whole. Realistically, it would take years to bring the town back to where it was, assuming that finances and logistics would even allow it. Kvatch is unique in its location on top of a high mesa (and it even has water!) - an ideal location for a fortress. Bravil has its "moat," but none of the other major towns in Cyrodiil has the defensive properties that make Kvatch so ideal as a redoubt.

This chapter is short, but sublimely sweet even so. Here we meet the man who provides the driving force for so many of Buffy's future actions. Buffy is a typical woman in that sense!

Posted by: hazmick Jul 28 2010, 07:12 PM

This is brilliant. Buffy is a truly great character and although she may not be a mighty hero that runs around slaying monsters, she is still a hero to all who read these journal entries (i think everyone else will agree) and i am honoured to have read this and experienced Cyrodiil's true nature. not the nature i see when i run through oblivion with the difficulty slider to the left and not becoming attached to any of my characters. I think you will be pleased to hear that these wonderful stories have prompted me to begin a journey with a character not to dissimilar to Buffy who will go on a life journey, rather than a game.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 28 2010, 07:55 PM

Thankfully for the people of Kvatch there is no justice, even in the world of the Elder Scrolls. If there were justice then Savlian Matius would be a Watch Captain in the Imperial City and Audens Avidius would be manning the barricade outside of Kvatch. Where would the city be then?

It seems like that poor man has been guarding that gate and killing scamps forever! Yet I know that this is only the beginning. You express Buffy’s feelings toward Savlian beautifully, and you leave no doubt in your reader’s minds that this is not the last time that we will see the city of Kvatch.

Posted by: Olen Jul 28 2010, 08:06 PM

Definately a short chapter, though I did suspect to see more of a nod to the main quest I'm glad you didn't, having Buffy clear an oblivion gate (at least at the moment) wouldn't seem very likely to me. It did make an effective introduction for Savlian though. And the promise of seeing Kvatch later, I'm interested to see how you make it during/after it's recovery.

And now I suspect on the Anvil for the final reccomendation...

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 28 2010, 08:50 PM

Yay! Buffy falls in love. I hope you expand on that a bit more. The Kvatch scene was pretty realistic, no one girl army.

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 28 2010, 11:14 PM

Short and sweet, yet it deftly sets the hook into Buffy. It is not hard to see that Savlian Matius will never be far from Buffy's future thoughts, or goals.

"Someday, I will come back, Savlian Matius."
Methinks this is no mere promise, but prophecy!


nits:
Streaks of red lightening danced across a black sky,
I think you meant lightning there.


I stood frozen as the captain of the city guard, <?> in white and black mail approached.
It feels like you missed a word where I put the <?>, clad perhaps, or girded, etc...? Also, his mail itself ought to be grey (or silvery). I think you meant the surcoat to be white and black?

Posted by: DarkZerker Jul 29 2010, 12:09 AM

"Yes, Savlian Matius," I whispered, "I will come back."

Epic foreshadowing maneuver!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Jul 29 2010, 06:48 AM

Ahh, Buffy and the MQ, something I have been waiting six months for. Awesome!
It is a very interesting path that Buffy has gone down. Both Jauffre and Savlian will not forget their first glimpse of the blond haired mystic archer.
Both for different reasons, of course.

I know that the forces arrayed against Cyrodiil have yet to face a foe like our Buffy, long may they rue the day that they decided to invade our green land.

Posted by: treydog Jul 29 2010, 10:13 PM

Forgive me Acadian, for having neglected to reply for so long. And Buffy, your forgiveness I crave, as well. But enough of that- let’s talk stories!

The “conversations” with the Emperor are so wonderfully “Buffy.” “…Emperor stuff, I guess.”

And I appreciate the character history you weave seamlessly into the story.

Several excellent touches to fit the game mechanics to Buffy’s story- e.g., Baurus having her fill out papers to process her pardon.

The new merchant moving in and the Arena scenes are masterful additions; you have breathed a lot of life into the I.C.

The “toss you overboard and let you swim” was priceless. Reminds me of the swabbies who used to tell the complaining ground-pounders- “If you don’t like it, you can always get out and walk. It’s only 20 miles to the nearest land.”

And Buffy deciding to just casually visit the Shivering Isles- yep, she is definitely 18. At least if I recall my own attitude at that age correctly…. “It’ll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?” And Mama and Papa Treydog get some more grey hairs.

I will say more when I have a chance to read more. I have no desire to rush through the chapters- I want to savor every moment.

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 30 2010, 06:21 PM

The description of Kvatch was great

Posted by: Acadian Jul 31 2010, 04:14 PM

In Chapter 12, Buffy stood terrified before the Oblivion Gate responsible for the destruction of Kvatch. She took the advice of the brave Savlian Matius, and retreated to safety, perhaps to return someday.

Rider- I'm so glad you see Savlian as the gritty, selfless hero that Buffy seems to. Yes, Kvatch could be magnificent, and certainly commands an imposingly defensible piece of terrain. Thank you for enjoying what was an emotionally powerful scene for Buffy.

hazmick- I am pleased that you enjoy seeing Cyrodiil through Buffy's eyes. She is honored that her exploits could provide some inspiration to your own character. I hope you will stay with the telling of her tale.

Destri- Yes, my friend. Despite comments in the game otherwise, Savlian Matius is the true Hero of Kvatch, rivaled only by the brave Julian of Anvil. I'm delighted that you see him similarly. Did Buffy say she would come back? Oh my, I've never known the young elf not to keep her word.

Olen- Thank you. Buffy clear that flaming portal of mass destruction? The girl that a mere few weeks ago nonchalantly popped in and out of the Shivering Isles is thankfully beginning to recognize true danger and her own limitations.

Zerker- The brief touch of destinies did seem to affect her, perhaps both of them. "I will come back?" Buffy always rides fast, shoots straight and tells the truth. Thanks.

SubRosa- Yes, a short one-scene episode. Anything I believe we could have added would have simply detracted. In fact that episode required only tiny edits from the original. Thank you also for noting the nits. Your keen and timely eye allowed me to repair them.

Wolf- Thank you. Buffy doesn't know from the Main Quest of course. She delivered the amulet because the Emperor and Barus were nice to her. She stormed out on Jauffre because he was unkind to her. Simple Buffy doctrine, even though she hasn't sorted that out yet. She seems to do things for (or against) people, not causes. The events of the Main Quest will go on around Buffy at a glacial pace. She will play minor, but important supporting roles. This is Buffy's first book. The Oblivion Crisis will be nowhere near resolved in her first book. As far as Savlian. . . he's a hero for sure, but Buffy doesn't fully understand the myriad unfamiliar emotions inspired atop that hill.

treydog- I'm so delighted to have you back with us. Thank you for the kind words and I hope you will continue catching up. We are introducing several new features into BF 2.0 that I hope you will enjoy.

Zalphon- I'm glad you liked the description of Kvatch. I really tried to do justice to what Buffy experienced atop that mountain.

Gently swaying golden grasses, and birds cheerfully winging overhead, marked the day as we leisurely made our way along the beautiful Gold Road. The morning sun warmed my back as we rode. Cresting a small rise, I sat up very tall (well, for me anyway) in the saddle, and looked at the rolling hills of the Gold Coast as the land before us sloped down to our destination.

I could see the distinctive red tile roofs on the towers, castle and buildings of Anvil. The city looked just like the painting that Carandial had brought back from a meeting of Ayleid ruin researchers in Anvil before I joined the guild. I wondered if I could meet the artist, Astia Inventius, while I was here.

The Gold Road had been quiet this morning. The one wolf that challenged us was no match for Superian's burst of speed. The mare could now sense my will. In fact sometimes, she made the best choice for us before I could even think of it. Frankly, she was better at quickly reacting to surprises than I. As we drew closer, the breeze carried the smell of the Abecean Sea. What a beautiful land this was! I was excited to finally be approaching the port city of Dibella, and anxious to earn my final endorsement for the Arcane University.

A drifting cloud darkened my excitement. I winced as I remembered there would be no recommendation from my guild mates that had perished in Kvatch. Only one mage had survived and she was distraught to near speechlessness. Had I arrived there a few days earlier, I probably would have been among the dead mages when the city was overrun. Savlian Matius had said that even most of those who got out of their homes and guilds were just run down and killed in the streets. I couldn't help but feel convicted by a sense of guilt; here I was, with the magnificent Gold Coast spread before me like a banquet of life.

I cheered up some as the beautiful white horses came into view. Within a few minutes, I had introduced myself and Superian to the Redguard couple who ran the Horse Whisperer Stables. Ernest knew horses, but seemed less than enthusiastic about his work. His wife Clesa however, displayed both knowledge and passion for the animals.

The Anvil mages guild was more elegant than some, friendly and well-kept. I met several of the mages and settled in. There would be time later for whatever might be involved in earning that final recommendation. After removing my dusty Arena raiment, I tugged on a pair of laced leather pants and selected a white peasant blouse that would let the warm sun dance across the tops of my shoulders. I then set out to tour the city.

I marveled at the wide streets paved with brick. Anvil was not as rich or fancy as Skingrad, but lovely nevertheless, with plenty of invitingly open spaces and park benches. People seemed relaxed here, just milling about enjoying this perfect day. A tall spire rose from the Chapel of Dibella. Further along the main street I passed the smithy and, what looked to be a fine inn.

Outside the west walls was the port area, charming in its own way with the sounds of the sea ever present. One of the several docked ships was being unloaded by a mixture of crew and dock workers. I was unsure if their stares made me feel kind of attractive, or perhaps more like a morsel of venison.

The boardwalk, with its shops and taverns was flanked to the south by Castle Anvil. I watched an Imperial as she painted the lighthouse that marked the northern end of the port. Sure enough, her name was Astia Inventius and she was pleased to hear that one of her paintings graced my guild hall. Beyond the tall, whitewashed beacon to arriving ships was open beach.

As I stood in the sand and looked out over the Abecean Sea, I felt very small. The only other time I had stared across a body of water unable to see the distant shore was when I visited the Serpent Stone in the Black Marsh, and had slipped down to Topal Bay for a bath. An idea popped into my head. I trotted back through the city to the stables.

A short time later, after riding along the north wall of the city, I was back on the beach. Superian's head bounced and her nostrils fluttered at the exhilarating sea breeze. I wanted to just enjoy the view from her saddle, but she was not content to simply allow the waves to lap at her hooves. We raced along the beach, showering the air behind us.

Her need for speed quenched for the moment, I slid to the sand. We had been working hard at developing the bond between us and our growing skill at using magic together. Placing my hand upon her shoulder, I silently asked her to stay where she was. I then backed away until I was near the lighthouse and she had grown small. Focusing on Superian, I imagined our thoughts traversing the distance between us and our spirits intertwining. After a moment, she bobbed her head and I was rewarded to see her return my gaze. I alerted her that a spell was coming. She understood, and the magicka that trailed from my fingertips was no surprise when it simply illuminated her in a soft glow for a few seconds.

I waited for her to look away, then wordlessly asked her to join me. She raced to my side. I made sure she was fully stopped before I hugged her. Several bounces to the ground requiring healing, had taught me to curb my premature exuberance with the powerful mare. Unsheathing my knife, I reached into my pack for an apple. "We're both getting better, aren't we?" After giving her the last slice, I took to the saddle again.

The sun was low now. Mesmerized, I watched as eventually it melted into the sea. "Acadian, do you know what kind of sound the sun makes when it touches the water?" The paladin didn't know either, but I could sense he enjoyed the sight as much as I. "Well, we better find out what's involved with this last recommendation." I patted the mare's neck. "Superian, let's get you back to the barn for the night."

Carahil had been assigned head of the Anvil guild when the former chapter magister was promoted to Arch Mage. "Unlike some mage guilds, we take our work seriously here." The attractive elf was well-dressed in a gown of black with burgundy trim, and stood almost two heads taller than I. Her blond hair was elegantly styled up off her shoulders such that it showed off her long neck and gracefully curved Altmer ears. She continued in pleasant, but measured tones, "No insignificant errand tasks here, Associate. The Arch Mage has asked for my assistance regarding what seems to be a rogue mage. Magic is serious business, and we take a dim view of those who would abuse its power."

Carahil went on to explain that I was to help two battlemages investigate the deaths of several traveling merchants along the Gold Road near Anvil. Posing as a merchant myself, my task was to attempt to draw out the killer. The only clue known about the mage was that he seemed to favor ice magic when dispatching his victims. The battlemage, Arielle Jurard would contact me at the inn I had passed approaching Anvil earlier that day.

The next morning, after fortifying myself with strawberries, a sweet roll and a mug of apple-berry juice, I grabbed some carrots and emerged from the guild. Squinting against the sun, I made my way to the stables to check on Superian. "Not this trip, girl," I said as she crunched the carrots. "Only one of us needs to be used as bait." After a final stroke to the mare's long nose, I proceeded along the Gold Road on foot. Despite the boots, laced leather pants and a burgundy blouse, I felt naked without my bow. Trying to look as 'merchanty' as I could, I made my way to the Brina Cross Inn without incident.

"Pssst!" The beautiful dark haired Breton wearing a simple brown blouse tucked into a tan skirt whispered, "Carahil sent you, did she not?" This was obviously my contact, Arielle Jurard. She continued in hushed tones, "Speak to Christophe, rent a room for the night and meet me upstairs. If anyone asks, you are a traveling merchant. Say nothing more." She ceased her whispering and declared quite loudly to me, "Why, um, no, traveler. I'm sorry. I don't know the way to Cheydinhal."

I rented a room from Christophe as instructed, then headed for the stairs.

"Excuse me," the Altmer in blue velvet towered over me, "but did I overhear you telling Christophe you're a traveling merchant?"

"Why, yes I am," I said.

"I'm Caminalda. I've been so frightened, with the recent murders. I haven't left the inn for days!"

It angered me that some rogue mage could intimidate innocent travelers into hiding inside an inn. I wanted to reassure Caminalda that help was forthcoming, but I remembered Arielle's instructions. I simply nodded and continued up to my room. I was soon joined by the battlemage. After introductions, I said, "What do we know thus far?"

"Little more than Carahil was able to tell you I'm afraid," Arielle began. "Tomorrow morning, depart the inn and proceed east along the Gold Road. A fellow battlemage and I will travel near you, but quietly out of sight. Make no attempt to contact us."

"I'll be unarmed. Merchants don't carry bows." I smiled nervously to mask my concern. "If attacked, all I really have to help is a few weak spells, and these." I held up the three scrolls of frost resistance Carahil had given me.

"If that happens, defend yourself as best you can." She frowned as she looked at the scrolls. "My advice on those, Associate, is to leave them in your pack. I doubt your enemy will stop to allow you time to read those things. Better to fight than read." Arielle then smiled and placed her hand upon my shoulder. "Look, I know you're nervous. We'll be close by, Buffy, and quickly rush in to take care of things. Now get a good night's sleep. You'll need it."

Posted by: haute ecole rider Jul 31 2010, 05:07 PM

It seems that I have a slightly different view of merchants than you do, but your vision works well for this recommendation.

I see you took into consideration my suggestions for the half-halt method of alerting Superian to pending magic. I'm very delighted to see how well she is adjusting to things. As the bond between her and Buffy grows, the half-halt will become subconscious and fleeting, and will cost both of them very little time. :twirl: (too bad we don't have my favorite emoticon from Bethsoft here!)

I loved how Buffy pondered the difference between Anvil and ruined Kvatch. It is quite the alarming difference. There is a spot on the Gold Road where you can see both cities at once: if you stand on the boulder at the south side of the Gold Road where the road starts to dip down to Gottshaw Inn (heading west from the Kvatch road), you can see Anvil on one side and the Kvatch massif on the other. Talk about a sobering contrast!

The Gold Coast is one of my favorite areas in Cyrodill because of its open sky and brilliant sunlight. The developers have done a wonderful job capturing the feel of each of the different provinces. I always imagine New Orleans when I go to Leyawiin. Bruma makes me think of Norway and the fjords. Chorrol makes me think of the northern Rockies (around Glacier National Park). Cheydinhal puts me in mind of Bavaria and the Black Forest, while Skingrad makes me think of the Mosel and Rhine valleys. Anvil makes me think of Sicily. I keep looking for black olives when I'm there! I think you have captured the change in topography well in this chapter.

Another outstanding chapter!

Posted by: SubRosa Jul 31 2010, 05:23 PM

Some very good world-building in your rich descriptions of Anvil, and especially its harbor and the beach. Likewise, I see you integrating h.e.o.'s observations on horse-training as well. That too, makes the relationship between Buffy and Superian sing.


I sat up very tall (well, for me anyway) in the saddle
This was simply delightful!


I was unsure if their stares made me feel kind of attractive, or perhaps more like a morsel of venison.
Now this is often just what a woman feels. Well done!


@h.e.o. Skingrad always makes me think of Eastern Europe, from the tall, narrow peaks on the towers and the other architecture. http://www.castles.info/poland/malbork/pictures/malbork03.jpg

Posted by: Destri Melarg Jul 31 2010, 11:07 PM

If I were to spend the next month reading nothing except for tales of Buffy and Superian bonding I would consider it time well spent. The beach, the half-halt (thank you for that, haute), and the subtle use of both magic and intuition were all expertly realized and described.

What a perfect question to ask after a day spent frolicking on the beach! I imagine the answer might be ‘a gentle sigh’.

Now Buffy has to face down a rogue mage, without her bow. Bring it on!

Posted by: Zalphon Jul 31 2010, 11:08 PM

This is going to be interesting

Posted by: Olen Aug 1 2010, 02:59 PM

Great chapter there, quite relaxed with the beach but while developing the relationship between Buffy and Superian. And now the Anvil recommendation which is my favourite.

I enjoyed your description of Anvil, I've never been sure why I don't like the place because it seems fine but I've always thought there's something odd there...

But going without any weapons? That's a bit rash Buffy, I'm fascinated to find out how this goes.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 1 2010, 03:56 PM

You have done a great job in capturing the feel of (in my opinion) one of the best places in cyrodiil, the contrast between kvatch and anvil and the effect of the kvatch devastation on everyone's favourite Bosmeri. I can't wait to see how the recommendation plays out.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 3 2010, 03:33 PM

Chapter 13 introduced Buffy to Anvil. To earn her final University recommendation, she agreed to help track down a rogue mage who was preying on traveling merchants. Her assignment is to act as bait.

Rider- Your comment about merchants really made me think. I wish now that we had put more critical thinking into Buffy's disguise. Many ideas spring to mind, and Buffy is clever enough that she could have come up with them had I not let her down. I appreciate you causing me to examine my thinking, and am confident it will pay dividends in the future. Thank you!

Buffy and I are loving the richer role that Superian is playing in BF 2.0. You and Paint have been so wonderful at helping me move towards the elusive balance of reality and fantasy that we are striving for. A mystic mare with her mystic archer.

SubRosa- Anvil is a joy to describe, as it is so beautiful. Yup, poor Buffy, just an attractive morsel of venison - thank you so much for your endorsement of her feelings.

Destri- Buffy's efforts with her mare pay some dividends in the next story. Thank you, my friend.

Zalphon- Thanks. I hope you find her encounter in the next episode interesting.

Olen- Thank you. Anvil does invoke kind of an Ahhhh. . . sense of relaxation and well-being for Buffy and I. I hope you enjoy how Buffy tries to survive her recommendation.

hazmick- Thank you. Buffy's visit to Kvatch was dominated by the Oblivion gate and the brave defenders against it of course. The power and focus of that scene did not allow glimpsing into the effects of the city's devastation at the time. My intent was at the beginning of this past episode, to begin to paint the effects of Kvatch's destruction on Buffy and others. The situation at Kvatch will weave in and out of her story for a very, very long time.

Early the following morning, I stepped from the Brina Cross Inn and started walking east. The gray day without a trace of breeze was ominous, made more so by the fact that I was mere bait for a murderous mage. I was bedecked with the trappings of a traveling merchant. My hope was that the trio of silk pouches containing pebbles that dangled from my full pack would suggest I carried gems and other valuable merchandise.

I felt vulnerable without the comforting weight of bow and quiver upon my back, and began to second guess my disguise. I had never encountered a merchant wielding a bow, but perhaps I should have decorated my hip with a dagger - just for looks. Traveling the roads unarmed probably meant that I was either a dangerous mage that didn't need a weapon or a young and foolish girl. The truth of course was that I was a young and foolish mage that refused to learn how to use a dagger. I wasn't strong enough to do much damage with a blade anyway. Buffy! Stop daydreaming when you're supposed to be trying to walk into a trap.

I caught the occasional reassuring glimpse of blue hoods, as the two battlemages faded in and out of the brush alongside the Gold Road. They were, of course, my primary defense.

Suddenly, a figure entered the road ahead from my left and started running towards me. As the blue velvet gown quickly approached, I was relieved to see a familiar face, but concerned for her safety. "Caminalda, it's not safe to be traveling alone. That murdering highwayman has still not been -"

"Silence, tree hugger!" The Altmer's face had twisted into an ugly sneer. "I hope you carry more of value than the last few merchants." A menacing blue glow formed in her hand.

I was flustered, but didn't have time to curse the fact that I'd been expecting a snarling man, not the pretty elf that had timidly introduced herself to me the day prior. The green magic that would free my dancing cobra was just beginning to grow bright in my hand when Caminalda released her spell. The column of frost tore into the flesh of my left side, spinning me around, fizzling my spell and forcing my mouth open into a scream. Stunned and reeling from the pain, I turned towards her again to see the terrifying blue glow reforming in her hand.

My panic response took over and I managed to quickly wrap myself in the safety of invisibility. Despite the agony from my wound, I quietly slipped to my right. Her spell flew through the empty space I had just vacated and exploded the bark of a nearby tree into icy shards. I managed to circle behind her. To my horror, Caminalda spiked the air with a burst of pink magicka that was well-familiar to me. "You can't hide from me, little one." Her poison-laced words oozed the confident knowledge that her skills vastly exceeded mine.

Where were those battlemages?!?

As she began scanning the area, no doubt for my pink glow, I surrendered my invisibility and launched a weak fireball into the mage's back. I was staggering now, and didn't know how much longer the pain would allow me to stay on my feet. My mind raced aimlessly, unable to focus on my next spell.

Suddenly, Caminalda jerked violently as she was lit up by a bolt of lightning that came from the thick brush to her left. Before the crackling sparks that danced from her spasming limbs could subside, a massive ball of flame flew past me and engulfed the mage, bursting her gown and hair aflame. It was Caminalda's turn to scream. The heavily armored battlemages raced in after their spells, and quickly silenced the mage with flashing blades.

By the time I could smell Caminalda's burning flesh my vision had narrowed, grown devoid of color, then gone black. I grabbed the frozen wound on my side as I felt myself falling.

*

A wood elf surrounded by a beautiful white glow was floating, motionless in an otherwise black void. Her hair was blon. . . it was me! Was I dead? I started to panic; what would happen to Superian? The light surrendered to complete darkness, but now I could feel a small, cool hand on my forehead. I tried to form the question, 'Mother?' but no sound came. I could sense Acadian's familiar presence, and tried to speak again. This time I could feel my lips move, and hear the words as they drifted to my ears. "Did you die with me?"

"You're not dead, Associate. Open your eyes." I did so, and the concerned face of Arielle Jurard appeared. "Welcome back. We almost lost you."

"How. . . long?" I moaned as my head began to clear.

"Almost an hour, judging by the sun." Her deep brown eyes were as gentle as those of a doe tending her fawn as she cradled my head. "Roliand cast a very powerful healing spell to bring you back, but there was some serious damage done, and the area around your wound will be sore for a few days. I want you to return to the inn with us to rest for a time."

As I painfully tried to get up, Roliand quickly knelt beside Arielle, restrained me with a hand to my shoulder and commanded, "No." The quiet Imperial then gently lifted me into his arms as effortlessly as if I were a twig, and carried me to the inn.

After resting the afternoon and night, I felt more able to travel. Arielle gave me one of her spare brown blouses to replace my tattered burgundy one. "Thank you both for healing me. I think I can make it back to Anvil now. You and Roliand were beautiful to watch. I've never seen magic used like that. . . I mean, with weapons."

Roliand answered my smile. "It is the way of battlemages. You did well though, young elf, displaying courage and ingenuity."

Arielle added, "Ironically, the invisibility spell you cast not only saved your life, but also delayed our intervention. We had to wait until you reappeared to ensure you would not be hit by our spells."

Both battlemages offered me their hands. "Good luck at the University, Buffy. Roliand and I hope to see you again."

Once outside the inn, I winced as I realized I had overstated my fitness to travel.

Grasping the small pouch containing a lock of black mane, I focused on my mare. "Superian, I need you." The distance between our spirits evaporated. I could feel the water trailing from her mouth as she suddenly lifted her head from the trough at the Horse Whisperer Stables. She heard me, and knew what was coming. I stared at the Brina Cross Inn mark on the map before me, then stabbed it with a finger.

Superian instantly appeared at my side. I was relieved to see she was more curious than unsettled. By giving her some warning, I was learning to ease the disorientation caused by the Call of Corsair. "Sorry to interrupt your drink of - ow!" I grasped my side.

Responding to my pain, she nudged me gently with her nose, then stood quietly as I used the fence rails to assist my climb up to her saddle. We slowly rode back to Anvil. A bowgirl without a bow, trying to trade spells with a real mage. How dumb had that been?

Posted by: Olen Aug 3 2010, 04:05 PM

A good ending to a good part, it displays her weakness and yet agin shows her becoming a bit overconfident and getting stung, though I suspect that she will fail to learn from this one too...

The dry humour is so Buffy, it rounds her character making her not all bubbles but with some cynicism underneath.

The inclusion of Haute's forewarning of the horse fits well too and adds to the unusual realism and 'gameiness' this piece has. Superian is becoming quite an important character in Buffy's development too.

My only semi-nit would be that using 'absent' as a preposition, while technically corrent, read a bit strangely. It might be just an accent thing but here it's rather pretentious to use it as such and so didn't fit Buffy's monologue for me...

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 3 2010, 05:31 PM

Wonderful chapter, showcasing Buffy's vulnerability and youth at the same time highlighting her innate ability to learn from her mistakes and to respond to unexpected events. I am glad that Superian is handling the Call of Corsair so well.

BTW, I forgot to mention that the airplane was the first thing that came to mind when I first read of the Call of Corsair. It is one of my favorite of the WWII fighter planes, and so unique in its wing design (one of the things that makes it so recognizable). It was also my favorite thing (up alongside Robert Conrad) in the TV series!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 3 2010, 05:42 PM

Traveling the roads unarmed probably meant that I was either a dangerous mage that didn't need a weapon or a young and foolish girl. The truth of course was that I was a young and foolish mage that refused to learn how to use a dagger.
I loved this! and of course the next sentence that Olen already highlighted.

Excellent depiction of the magic battle. We see an intelligent use of spells by both sides (which never happens in the game), and wonderful descriptions of the actual effects.

A wood elf surrounded by a beautiful white glow was floating, motionless in an otherwise black void. Her hair was blon. . . it was me!
This is of course, so Buffy!

Posted by: treydog Aug 3 2010, 05:59 PM

5 You Hear Voices Too?

I loved the way the chapter started “in the middle” and then wove into the past and the present. Nicely done.

Dagail’s recognition of Acadian was one of those “of course” moments. She hears spirits and has done for many years- a wonderful bit of world-building.

And the previously quoted passage about sleeping in full armor and weaponry- or not sleeping at all. That was so deliciously “Buffy,” showing us that she is NOT a puppet or automaton.

And we see Buffy beginning to consciously articulate her doctrine.

6 Superian

Buffy’s level-headed solution to the Cheydinhal recommendation quest was perfect. Instead of a futile struggle to retrieve the ring- which is just a red-herring (or a black, soul-sucking murder weapon)- she figures murder is the purview of the Guild and the guards. Clever elf!

The highlight, of course, is the meeting and beginning of the bonding with Superian. Those paragraphs are some of your best, as I found myself completely “in the moment” throughout.

7 Vilverin

Buffy’s moment of hubris, quickly followed by the rattle of bones gave me a shiver!

And then her reflexive “trigger-pulling” even after the skeleton is dead (more dead? un-undead? inarticulated?) Like none of us have ever done that before!

The scene of her frustration and fear was absolutely brilliant. Sad to say that hard lessons often involve pain and suffering, things our sheltered Bosmer is only beginning to discover. And the segue into her growing understanding of Acadian’s nature also rings true.

And then, excellent writer that you are, you relieve our tension with a brief conversation about Buffy’s- um---habit of relieving her tension:

"Ever since I was a little girl, sometimes when I get really frightened and surprised at the same time I, well, you know." Then I added, "That really needs to stay just between us."
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The moral dilemma of shooting from ambush was quite well-described. How do you KNOW that the person lurking in that room is evil? Maybe, as Buffy surmises, he is a victim in need of aid… This is another moment where you- and Buffy- show the power of ambiguity.

“Then it really hit me - clothes! Every girl needs extra clothes, and they would stay nice and dry in there. I mean, I only carry four pairs of shoes and just half dozen or so outfits and a rain robe with hood, but the weight does sort of add up. Especially including my leathers, and oh yes, that fur cuirass I found to wear up north.”

I had to stifle a guffaw here (reading at work again!)

As to Detect Life detecting- unlife?- I follow SubRosa’s concept. There is an animating force that was used to create the skeleton- zombie- etc. It is a rather stunted or contained (soul gem?) version of the life force. In Morrowind, one type of undead (Bonelords) actually drop soul gems when they are destroyed.

8 Water… um, yeah

"If you want me to choose loyalties between a rogue mage with a bad attitude or my guild, you lose," I snapped angrily. "That book is the property of the Mages Guild now."

Now that is the Buffy we love. Despite the issues she has uncovered within the Guild, they have stil earned her loyalty. Earana is just some random annoyance on the street.

The waterfalls and pools at Black Rock Caverns are a favorite spot of mine, as well.

“I was sure Acadian had probably placed some blue mark on my map. I hadn't looked, and right now, didn't care. The map could wait.”

Sometimes an elf just needs a few moments to herself- especially when there is a forest pool nearby.

The meeting with Jauffre and “You’re not the boss of me,” another near-miss involving beverages and computer screen….

Perhaps it is partly an effect of reading several chapters at a sitting, but this moment of relaxation really “fits” perfectly. Our young elf has been run from pillar to post, and she needs the time to reflect and enjoy the beauties of nature.

9 Ride Fast and Shoot Straight

Your description of Buffy’s anger and vengefulness, followed by her doubts, illustrates why this is such good story-telling. She is young and still forming her value system- but if you want a slow, painful death- fool with Superian.

10 You Don’t Look Like a Mage

Some excellent archery lessons here. And I recall commenting previously on Buffy noticing the goblins’ red blood and pointed ears….

The 2.0 version shows a lot of growth- in the character and her co-pilot. You have wonderful, clear descriptions that provide enough information without slowing the pace. Besides lessons in archery, these chapters could be used to provide lessons in character development.

Sinderion is a prime example of the above- he is charming, curious, absent-minded… Excellent characterization. And I also loved the Call of Corsair bit of history as an explanation for fast-travel.

11 Bleak Flats Cave

I enjoyed the description of Buffy out in the wilderness, gathering ingredients and contemplating their properties. Alchemy is one of my favorite aspects of TES, and I have sometimes forced myself to create characters that do not use it- just to get a different experience.

Buffy’s learning about the undead progresses- now with extra rotting zombies.

“…I went about the gruesome task of cutting into the twice dead flesh to free my arrows.”

Besides the “ewww” factor, there was something about that sentence that I liked.

"Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"

Got to love that Buffy attitude!

You capture Erthor’s babbling perfectly, and Buffy’s musings on life-companions and what to wear made a wonderful conclusion to this episode.

12 The Heart of a Lion

A wonderfully described chapter. Your economy of words is perfect for this turning point in Buffy’s life- as is the fact that she seems unaware that a turning point has been reached….

13 The Traveling Merchant

Beautiful descriptions of one of the most picturesque places in all of TES IV. And Arielle’s advice regarding scrolls in combat matches my own attitude. I can just see a scholarly mage telling the highwayman:

“Hang on a sec, just let me find this…” as he sorts through a bulging bag of scrolls.

14 It Is the Way of Battlemages

As others have pointed out, Buffy’s reverie- and stern admonition to herself to cut it out- are such a delight.

Acadian, you are under strict instructions not to let this elf die! She has too much more to do- and to tell us about.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 3 2010, 11:52 PM

This was my favorite chapter so far. Buffy admonishing herself to pay attention so that she could walk into the trap was the sort of deadpan humor that we have come to expect from her. I also liked the concern for Caminalda’s safety which, as is usual with Buffy, trumped any cautionary instinct.

I had the exact same question at the exact same time! The answer that Arielle gives Buffy later made me do yet another facepalm. Duh! Invisible!!


Not ‘oh no, I’m dead!’ or ‘where’s the guy with the sickle?!?’ it’s ‘what would happen to the horse?’. Classic Buffy!

Posted by: Zalphon Aug 4 2010, 12:50 AM

Would you stop "almost" dying. Darn you!

Posted by: MyCat Aug 4 2010, 03:00 PM

I can feel her pain.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 5 2010, 07:50 PM

My heart skipped a beat there, i echo my fellow readers and ask that Buffy be more careful in the future i really enjoyed the description of the magic and the description of the effects of magic on the character, usually when playing the game, my character just gets hit by magic and moves on and this chapter has brought me to thinking that being hit by a fireball may have more effect on the character than the primary health drop. Keep up the good work

Posted by: Remko Aug 6 2010, 01:10 PM

What? No Imperial Guard to cut the two murdering Battlemages down?? That quest always has me in stitches... Bad, bad battlemages cutting down an innocent highwaym... errr... woman..... err.... mage... I'm confused now.
Nice one Acadian!

Posted by: Acadian Aug 6 2010, 02:41 PM

Chapter 14 saw Buffy outclassed in a mage fight for her life. She survived however, and limped back towards Anvil to hopefully claim her final University recommendation.

Olen- Buffy is quite fragile, and getting hit even once is very dangerous for her. Thank you for the comment on forewarning Superian. At the risk of sounding immodest, I loved the fact that Buffy could 'feel' water trailing from Superian's mouth as the mare lifted her head from the trough several miles away. I agree with you on use of the word 'absent' in this case, and changed it. Buffy will become more sophisticated in her speech once she gets herself an arcane education.

Rider- Thank you for the kind comments. Acadian Sr tells me his fellow Corsair pilots referred to the indigo aircraft as the 'bent wing monster'.

SubRosa- Thank you. It was you that suggested such a long time ago that perhaps some of Buffy's magically inclined foes might know how to use detect life too. Can you believe it? I managed to write a combat scene without pulling a bowstring!

treydog- I'm absolutely delighted that you have caught up with us. It was so wonderful to read your delicious comments on the preceding chapters. I admire your own style so much, that the compliments coming from you truly made our week. With 500 hours together, the little glass cannon has yet to die in game, so I promise to continue to help keep her alive.

Destri- I'm really honored that you like this chapter so much! I so appreciate you highlighting some of the things I was trying to do here.

Zalphon- Ok, Buffy says she will try to stay out of fights for awhile. In fact, I think she will be forced to loiter in the beautiful port city of Dibella for a time.

MyCat- Buffy took a direct hit of ice from a very powerful mage. It will take multiple healing sessions over several more days to fully recover.

hazmick- Thank you for the kind words on our use of magical effects. I think we can keep Buffy out of danger for several episodes now.

Remko- I have never had that quest interrupted by a patrolling Legion Rider, but I have heard that it can get very interesting/confusing. Thanks!

"Welcome back, Associate," Carahil stated as she lowered the Biography of Barenziah. "I was visited by Arielle and Roliand yesterday while you were recuperating at the Brina Cross Inn. You have acquitted yourself well. I shall mention your brave service in my reports to both Lady Anvil and the Council of Mages. The headmaster of the Arcane University will also receive my endorsement supporting your admission." She allowed a smile. "I understand this is your final recommendation, so congratulations are in order."

"Thank you," I said, grateful that I had survived my encounter along the Gold Road. "I look forward to my time at the University."

"First things first. Lift your blouse." It was not a request. Carahil frowned as she examined the black, blue and burgundy area around the frost wound on my left side. After applying her fingertips to assess my condition, she announced, "Roliand is a fine field healer, and you may thank him for saving your life. The wound will heal, but I'm afraid we need to do something to prevent scarring. Hold still." She placed a hand on my wound, and bathed the area in soothing white magic.

I looked down at my side. "Carahil, that does look much better."

"We're not done yet, Buffy. The Anvil guild is charged with specializing in restoration, and I make it my business to ensure we're the best healers in Cyrodiil. That includes the oft overlooked area of cosmetic healing. It will take several more daily treatments, but you will not leave here until your wound is completely healed and you are free of scars. Is that understood?"

Part of me chafed at being ordered about, but I realized it was for my own good. In fact, Kud-Ei probably would have given me the same orders. I nodded.

For several days, I lingered in Anvil.

Every morning Carahil convened a short meeting and training session with her assembled mages as we enjoyed strawberries, sweet rolls and apple-berry juice. She was a brilliant instructor and taught many of the classes herself. The guild head also required her mages to take their turns at presenting lessons. After one of the meetings, she pulled me aside. "Buffy, I want you to teach tomorrow's class."

My eyes flew open wide. "What can I possibly tell these mages? I. . . I don't even feel like a real mage."

"Is that so?" The Altmer cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, as my own eyes settled towards the floor. "You have earned the recommendations from seven guilds, yet have learned nothing from your travels that you consider worthy of sharing with us? My sources tell me otherwise."

"Your sources?" My eyes popped back up to hers.

"I've read the investigation of Kalthar's death prepared by the assistant magister of the Leyawiin branch. In it, Agata describes an interesting magic you used to dispatch the traitorous mage. Why do you think I selected you to assist Roliand and Arielle? Speaking of battlemages, those two inform me that you arrived at the Brina Cross Inn on foot, but departed by horse." Her right eyebrow remained elevated.

"Oh," I said, "those are special powers I learned in my travels. They allow me to-"

Carahil silenced me with an upraised hand and a knowing smile. "Don't tell me. Tell your fellow mages in the morning. I don't care which topic you choose. While under this roof, you're one of my mages. As such, I am interested in expanding your abilities. I want you to develop the capability to teach and share what you know. It is a skill every mage should possess."

"Well, I guess I could explain about my Cobra Dance power."

Carahil's face illuminated into a warm smile as she looked down at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I think our mages would love to hear about that, Buffy."

The next morning, helped along by some gentle questions from Carahil and the other mages, I survived my brief turn at the podium. I'm not sure how much anyone learned from me, but the ordeal certainly improved my self-confidence. I began to suspect that was the guild head's objective anyway.

Carahil had not overstated her talent as a healer either. Each day, her gentle hands worked their magic as the horrible frost burns on my side continued to fade. "It won't be long now, Buffy." Carahil allowed a rare chuckle. "I'll not have my friend Kud-Ei accuse me of releasing you from my charge in less than perfect condition."

There was time also to enjoy the beautiful town and beaches. The smithy had repaired my Arena raiment to like new. Norbert Lelles' general store on the waterfront was a treasure trove of exotic things delivered to the port from faraway lands. Superian's exercise had suffered while I was lame, but I spent time grooming her every day and was gradually returning to riding longer and faster.

One morning after Carahil's meeting, I was on my way out to the stables to check on Superian. I paused as I approached the massive twin wooden doors that protected the city. A pair of men's voices could be heard coming from just outside the gate.

"The shipmaster, Heinrich Oaken-Hull, has a wood elf for a wife. I'd rather sleep with my horse."

The other voice snorted and responded, "Heinrich is married to a Bosmer? I suppose the women are less annoying than the men."

I tugged one of the heavy wooden doors open enough to emerge on the other side. A flash of color sprang to the young Imperial faces of the two guards. "Ahem," said one, his tone now all business, "I stand relieved then. Have a quiet watch, Audeius."

The other guard responded, "Thanks. Get some rest. Perhaps the cook still has some biscuits and boar sausage left in the guard house." His face still somewhat reddened, he then looked down at me and spoke, "Hail, citizen. Where are you bound this morning?"

"Well, Audeius," I placed my hands behind my back and leaned forward coyly, "I wouldn't want to annoy you or anything, but I thought I would stop by the stables." Managing to suppress a giggle, I then wheeled off towards the corral, tossing words over my shoulder. "I want to make sure no one was trying to sleep with my mare last night."

By the time the shadows of the city towers were short, we were leisurely riding along the beach. "Superian, am I annoying? Not that I'm interested in those Imperials, but it is kind of hurtful to hear them say they would rather sleep with a horse - no offense of course." Getting no answer from the mare, I sought another opinion. "Acadian, do you think Imperials find me unattractive?" Quite a ways from the harbor now, we turned and slowly started back towards Anvil. "Why do I ask?" I drew Superian to a stop and watched the sun dance across the Abacean waves. "Well, do you remember the guard captain at Kvatch? He's an Imperial. . . oh, I don't know what I'm thinking. Let's head home."

After that afternoon's healing session, Carahil inspected the site of my wound and announced, "There's no trace of scarring or discoloration. You're fit to travel."

"Carahil, why does that make me feel both happy and sad?"

She returned my bittersweet smile. "I shall miss you too, Buffy. You've been a joy to have in my guild."

"I will leave the morning after tomorrow then," I quickly added with a grin, "if that's ok with you."

She nodded. I wrapped my arms around her waist. After a moment, the Altmer lowered her chin to the top of my head and gently returned my hug.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon up in the sleeping quarters, surrounded by a daunting array of essentials, as I began to organize my pack for travel. Eventually, hunger drove me downstairs.

One of the Journeymen had somehow managed to tame an imp that he kept as a companion. I had been curious since first seeing the domesticated little creature. I joined the imp and his master for dinner in the guild's dining room.

"Congratulations, Buffy." Thaurron cut a small piece of roast boar and held it up without looking, as if a practiced habit. The imp hovering nearby deftly grabbed the meat and popped it into his small mouth. "I'm sure you'll enjoy your time at the University." The mer had a square face and unlined forehead that rose to meet a sharp widow's peak of hair that was the color of our morning sweet rolls. His head was bookended by large pointed ears like mine, but his hairstyle made no attempt to minimize them.

"Thank you Thaurron." The bowl of crab stew was too hot, so I lowered my spoon. "I must tell you, I'm fascinated by your imp." After filling the silver goblet in front of me with Tamika's, I took a sip of the wonderfully fruity wine.

"Oh, Sparky?" the wood elf chuckled, his small eyes dancing with pride. "It's a family talent. You should enjoy meeting my brother, Thernd. He keeps half a dozen or more working imps. Uses them to patrol the Valley of Horses, just below the gate to the Arcane University." Thaurron examined the piece of potato his fork had just stabbed, then donated it to the lurking imp. "Therned runs the stables there, you see."

"The University has its own stables?" I chirped. "Oh, how wonderful! I've been worried about how best look after my mare while studying there."

"Thernd always was more comfortable with animals than people." Thaurron's face briefly disappeared behind a large mug of ale. After wiping the froth from his mouth and issuing a gentle burp, he continued. "The boar is wonderful tonight. How's your stew?"

I gently blew across a hot spoonful as I lifted it to my lips. Nodding my verdict, I prompted, "Tell me more about the stables."

"When we were students there, Thernd spent more time with his horse than his arcane education." The Bosmer tore off a piece of bread for himself and pushed the loaf my way. "He hated the fact that the Chestnut Handy Stables were so far from the University. After the horses of a couple students went missing there, he discontinued his studies and opened his own stables just for mages. Equestria, he calls it. You won't find a nicer place to board your horse."

"That sounds perfect." I plucked a small piece of crab from my stew. "May I?"

Thaurron smiled and nodded.

I held up the morsel to Sparky, and he hovered over to snatch it from my fingers. "Does he like strawberries?"

Posted by: Remko Aug 6 2010, 03:50 PM

I have a feeling at this rate the different mages guild chapters will be fighting to have Buffy in their midst

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 6 2010, 05:01 PM

An all new chapter I see, and it starts with Carahil wanting Buffy to lift her blouse! Hot!

Awww, she only healed Buffy.

Bufffy got to give a lecture? It is Professor Buffy now! I was expecting her to teach the others how to do her Call of the Corsair.

And finally a bit of racism at our poor wood elf. I like how you tied her mulling that over with her thoughts about Savlian.

Sparky and Thaurron were cool. Nice to see a male Bosmer who is not annoying! Plus the whole idea of having an imp for a pet is just so neat.

So I believe this means that the next time we see Buffy, she will be wearing a brand new green bag courtesy of Raminus Polus?


nits
Part of me chaffed at being ordered
I think you wanted chafed.


Not that I'm interested those Imperials
I think Buffy was so out of sorts from the Imperial's racism that she missed some words. Should it have been:
Not that I'm interested in what those Imperials think

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 6 2010, 11:42 PM

I present this to finally and permanently squash any idea that you aren’t good at plotting in Buffy's story. In one brief paragraph you tell us that Agata still handles the mundane tasks in Leyawiin, Carahill is extremely well-informed in guild matters and put a great deal of thought into sending Buffy to the Brina Cross Inn, and that Buffy’s Cobra’s Dance and Call of Corsair are so out of the ordinary that experienced battlemages feel the need to comment on them, which also marks Buffy’s admirable growth as a mage. I'd say that's quite a bit for what is essentially four lines!

Your Carahill is the one that the game should have given us! Now we see how and why she was able to dispatch Lorgren Benirus. In your capable hands the Anvil branch truly shines. I thought that the last chapter was my favorite so far, I may have to re-evaluate!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 7 2010, 03:14 AM

Mwah, Buffy! Good shot, girrrl!

I loved this chapter. It seems you and I have the same ideas about Carahil too. Guess great minds really do think alike!

Loved the little tidbits here and there, like Norbert getting his goods from overseas, and the comments about Oaken-Hull's wife, and Thaurron's adorable Sparky.

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 7 2010, 03:24 AM

The trouble with trying to sleep with a Mare
is that, frequently, people will ... Stare
For what you're trying to do there
Simply isn't big enough for her to feel square
So since your dong cant be that long -
AND - face it - you really aren't that strong
Don't even try it - it won't even tickle
And if she gets annoyed, you'll be in a pretty pickle!!!

Posted by: Olen Aug 7 2010, 11:02 AM

A good rest part to show her in Anvil and to develop the mages there. Carahil was well developed as how a guild head should be, her having Buffy give a lecture was an inspired idea and really showed who she is, as well as showing that Buffy isn't so inexperianced as she was.

I do wonder what she will amke of the arcane university though.

Posted by: Ornamental Nonsense Aug 7 2010, 05:39 PM

I've found that one element of this story continually strikes me: the strictly in-game setting. In general, I don't particularly like this approach to stories, because they usually come off as flat, but I've found Buffy to be rather endearing as a character. There's also the fact that by basing your story in the game's reality (a reality that includes its share of oddities), you've managed to provide a rather humorous commentary on the game's quirks. I mean that in the most complimentary way, and it's one of the reasons that I think your story works.

For instance, in the first chapter where Buffy and her friend are trying to steal apples, the shopkeeper goes a bit berserk. I mean, it's only two apples, and he's going to club someone to death over it? Good grief, but that's what can happen in the actual game. As such, the fact that you point out how unbelievable that is through Buffy provides a critique of the game's mechanics, at least to me. Whether it's intentional or not, I really enjoy this aspect of your writing, and I look forward to seeing more of it.

Keep writing!

Posted by: mALX Aug 8 2010, 01:57 AM

I am trying to catch up, Buffy, Destri, Hauti, and Remko - you all have posted so many chapters since I was last on here that it will take a while to catch up - just letting you know "I'm on it!" Lol.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 8 2010, 08:19 PM

brilliant, you have portrayed Carahil in a different light than the somber altmer I usually find in the guild hall.

I can imagine those two imperials red faces, Audeius will think twice about racism in the future I hope, lest Buffy come back to Anvil.

well done with this chapter, i hope there are many, many more.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Aug 9 2010, 08:10 AM

Sorry to go over the old stuff but I just have to!!!!

13 - I loved Buffy and Superian down on the Anvil coastline and along the beach. A beautiful piece of imagery there. What is it about Buffy and water?? That girl must have spent her childhood living in the treehouse for waaay too long.

14 - You pulled out a classic there. Buffy dressed as a travelling merchant!!! The image of a 90 year old gypsy woman came straight to my mind, bent over with her whole caravan weighing down upon her back. Sorry brother, but your awesome tale does strange things to me.

15 - "It's a family talent. You should enjoy meeting my brother, Thernd. He keeps half a dozen or more working imps. Uses them to patrol the Valley of Horses, just below the gate to the Arcane University."

Wow!! That is incredible. Why did nobody think of this earlier??

Posted by: Acadian Aug 9 2010, 04:10 PM

In Chapter 15, Buffy was corralled for a few days of recuperation after successfully completing her final University recommendation for the Anvil guild. Fully healed now, she seems ready to report to the Arcane University.

Remko- Buffy would never leave her primary guild in Bravil, however she was quite taken by the gruff, but wise and caring leadership of Carahil.

SubRosa- As ever it seems, you affirm so much of what I'm trying to do. Your memory for detail is astounding, my friend. The next episode could certainly have been named 'The Green Bag', but with apologies to Jean M. Auel, I couldn't resist a different name. Thanks for pointing out those nits so I could fix them.

Destri- Thank you for the kind words on our plotting. If I'm getting better, it is because this time Buffy is sitting on my shoulder asking pointed questions like 'why would I do that?' or 'how would he know that?' Perhaps I am learning. Yes, Carahil just exuded competence to us.

Rider- This was Buffy's first encounter with someone picking on her race. I was proud that she was able to respond with humor, despite having her self-confidence weakened. I know that Julian and Buffy like Kud-Ei. I'm delighted to hear that it sounds like Julian will like Carahil as well. I had fun trying to 'show' Carahil without having Buffy 'tell' us about her. Sparky! The impish little scenesetter for the upcoming story. You, of course will recognize where the next episode got its name.

Foxy- Buffy has had a couple of lovely touches of prose written for her by our friends here, but she is fairly bouncing and prancing that you have written a poem for her! She was quite tickled by the picklish subject. Thank you!

Olen- I'm so glad that Carahil's 'tough love' came through with an emphasis on what a fine leader she is. Next stop, Arcane University.

Ornomint- Thank you so much for the kind words! Yes, Buffy does indeed stick close to the physics of Nirn instead of earth for her tactics and skills. This is because there has always been an aspect of 'how to play a mystic archer' in her stories. Now that the rather linear tutorial and University recommendations are complete, we will begin to see that her penchant for sticking close to game tactics does not apply to game NPCs or quests. She is not averse to modifying or even inventing quests/NPCs.

I hope there is a slight tongue in cheek aspect to her story (after all, with a name like 'Buffy'… ).

mALX- A hearty welcome back to you! Please don't feel rushed. I know you are a great friend of Buffy, and that you will catch up as you can.

hazmik- If there is something to like in someone, Buffy can often worm it out of them - so it was with Carahil. Beneath the somberness, she found a wonderful caring leader. Thanks for appreciating Buffy's response to the Imperials' comments on Bosmer.

Wolf- Thank you! Yep, Buffy loves the water and fell right in love with the beach at Anvil. She's just glad she survived that mage fight with Caminalda. I'm glad you like the concept for the Valley of Horses - Buffy's next stop!

The Legion soldier I met along the massive bridge had told me how to get to here. Once the endless stone connection between Weye and Imperial Isle finally ended, Superian and I had made our way south past the ships, warehouses and shanties of the Waterfront port until we now stood on the banks of Lake Rumare, staring east into the Valley of Horses. Thaurron had described it, but I was unprepared for the beauty of the sight before us.

Nearby, an old paint mare was placidly drinking where gentle waves licked the shore. Further up the valley I could see a beautiful chestnut gelding grazing peacefully. Several imps slowly drifted across the valley on leathery wings. Superian's ears perked forward and I felt her muscles ripple beneath me as she saw the small sentries, but after glancing at the other unconcerned horses, she relaxed.

A filly, younger than Superian and full of energy, pranced along the beach towards the southern edge of the valley's boundary. One of the watchful imps fluttered to a stop in front of her with a show of sparks. The filly apparently decided to heed the guardian and turned with a snort. She raced back into the safety of the valley, the sun dancing across her glossy black coat. With tail raised high, she circled the grazing gelding, trying to entice him into chasing her.

Superian and I slowly made our way along the valley floor. Deliciously tall grass waved gently in the breeze. Ahead and high above us, I could see a stone bridge spanning the gorge between the city and the walled spires of the Arcane University. A large barn and several smaller structures came into view underneath the shade cast by the bridge. Just past the buildings, a gated sturdy fence severed the east valley from the west. Beyond the fence, I could see a bay stallion sniffing the air.

Superian and I drew to a stop in front of what appeared to be the office for the stables. Adorning the front of the building was an ornately carved wooden sign. Its whimsically painted purple and white letters proclaimed the name, 'Equestria'. Beneath the sign, in a chair propped against the building, a Bosmer eyed Superian. Slipping the pipe stem from his mouth, he slowly rose to his feet. "She's a beauty, that one. Looks fast too. Got a name?"

"Superian, and my name's Buffy. You must be Thernd?"

"Aye, that I am. The name fits her." The Bosmer set his pipe on the wooden chair and approached calmly, offering himself for inspection. Despite the well-worn leather boots and simple work clothes, he looked like an older version of his brother, with the same kind and sparkling brown eyes. Superian lowered her head curiously to the elf, and seemed to accept him. Without protest from the mare, he gently stroked her nose with callused hands, then glanced up at me. "Be ye a new student here to learn some magicks?"

"Yes. Your brother Thaurron said you have a way with animals, and it seems Superian agrees. I'm hoping to board her here during my time at the University."

Thernd chuckled. "Thaurron? Does he still have that useless house imp that eats table scraps and does nothing to earn its keep?" I nodded with a grin. He swept his arm around the valley, indicating the small winged sentries. "Now there be some working imps. Pity the varmint that strays into the valley to molest these horses. Aye, Buffy, ye may consider Superian enrolled at Equestria."

"That sounds perfect. I think she'll love it here."

"I intend to see that she does, Lass. Now slip down from that beautiful animal and let's step inside to talk about her care and mundane matters of the purse. Then I'll send ye up the foot path aside the bridge to the gates of the University. Ye'll be looking for Headmaster Raminus Polus once ye passes muster with the battlemage on duty."

*

"I have received recommendations from the guild halls throughout Cyrodiil. You have done very well for yourself. You may now enter the University. As a full-fledged member of the Mage's Guild, I also promote you to Apprentice." Raminus Polus smiled broadly as he gave me the robes indicating my new rank. "Try them on after you find yourself a place to store your things and a bed in the living quarters. Come find me in my office as soon as you settle in and we'll talk about your program of studies."

I left the ornate lobby and proceeded deeper into the University until I found the crowded mage quarters. After claiming an unused bunk and sea chest, I tried on my new green robes. Moving a small looking glass up and down in front of me, I frowned. Oh Buffy, this will never do. I looked like an elf in a green bag. I put my bow and quiver on my back. They caught in the folds. Then the baggy sleeves got in the way when I tried to grab an arrow. Finally, when I walked I almost tripped over the hem. Well, maybe it would get better. I put my bow, quiver and other stuff away. What had I gotten into? I headed out to find the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, now the real work can begin." If Raminus thought I looked silly in my green bag, it was to his credit that he didn't say so. He gestured towards a chair and folded his hands on the desktop in front of him. "What do you hope to accomplish at the University, Buffy?"

Obediently, I sat, then tried to arrange the excess green material that was attempting to swallow me as I composed my thoughts. "Well, Master Wizard," I began, trying to sound older than I was, "I'm an archer. I want to study magic so I can be a better archer. I hope to see the signs of my enemies before they can see me. I want to be able to confuse or even incapacitate them so I have the time and distance to shoot my bow. Most of all, I want to be able to make a powerful magic bow."

Raminus looked up slightly over my head at the wall behind me. Deeply in thought, he rubbed his chin for a few moments. Then his eyes met mine again. "I think I understand. Normally, I would recommend you start by having a mages staff made that reflects your style. Given your aptitude and preference for bows however, let's forego that." He continued, "There are several sections of the University that support different aspects of magic, ranging from the study of arcane texts to alchemy, enchanting and, of course, spellcrafting. In addition, there are instructors who lecture on topics of their expertise."

Raminus paused and lifted a silver cup to his lips. The Imperial had handsome features and a pleasant manner. His dark hair was laced with streaks of gray. Like all round ears, he would have a short life span, and I estimated his to be over half complete. The simple robes did not look like a blue bag on him at all. He gestured at a tray with silver decanter and cups, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. I smiled politely and shook my head as he continued, "Key to your course of studies however, is an advisor. These are experienced members of the staff whose expertise relates to the goals of the students they mentor. Given your, ah, unique aspirations, I would like you to report to Boderi Farano. She is a battlemage, and you will find her in the Mystic Archives. She will be your advisor."

He glanced at the small stained glass window, then rose to his feet. "It is getting late though. You should rest after your long trip."

*

"Good morning, Buffy." The mer had smooth blue-green skin, piercing red eyes and black upswept hair. Her small and gracefully curved ears rose to delicate points. "I'm Boderi. Raminus told me what you hope to achieve here, and has selected me as your advisor. I think I can help you. I'm familiar with the elegant but lethal synergies that one can create by augmenting conventional weaponry with magic. No two mages are alike. Do not let anyone try to convince you that wearing a robe and slinging fireballs is the only path for a mage. Do you have any questions before we begin crafting your path?"

Instantly I liked Boderi, and not just because I envied her ears. I looked at her brown blouse and linen skirt. Then I looked at where my hands would be if not hidden somewhere inside my sleeves. "Do I have to wear this green bag?"

Boderi chuckled and her eyes sparkled. "No, child. You may wear whatever you please."

I felt much better. Boderi then informed me that our first step would be the testing and evaluation of my abilities. I would start as soon as I got out of that green bag.

And so my arcane education began.

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 9 2010, 04:20 PM

Ah, our Buffy!!! Always thinking of her trousseau...that's our Buffy all right...after all, if she didn't worry about what to wear and what she was wearing, she wouldn't be Buffy!!!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 9 2010, 04:40 PM

Buffy is being educated! Next up, the Clan of the Cave Mages?

Equestria and the Valley of Horses is a wonderful new addition to Cyrodiil! The imp sheep dogs were a simply brilliant idea! Of course who but a Bosmer would run such a place? Finally, tying Thernd in with Thaurron from Anvil was an excellent way of bridging the two chapters.


I sat, then tried to arrange the excess green material that was attempting to swallow me as I composed my thoughts.
I loved this!

Finally, a subtle touch there with Boderi's samll, distinctly non-Bosmer ears. Seeing little pieces of Buffy's self-consciousness are delightful, as they quietly show us that she has vulnerabilities.

Posted by: treydog Aug 9 2010, 05:02 PM

15
Interesting choice of reading material for Carahil- one strong, politically savvy woman reading about another….

"First things first. Lift your blouse."
Carahil is probably the only one who could say that and not get a first-hand lesson on Cobra’s Dance. Except for maybe a certain Captain at Kvatch.

And credit to the head of the Anvil chapter for pushing Buffy to expand her horizons beyond simply being a Mystic Archer. I love your concept of the Mages Guild as it should be- with everyone required to add their knowledge to the general fund.

Buffy- 1000 Bigoted guard- 0. She shoots, she scores, she grinds her opponent’s face into the mud. And the crowd goes wild.

And the diplomatic (and wise in the ways of women) Acadian answers a question with a question, as all the best mentors do.

Ah, Thaurron and Sparky and one of Buffy’s greatest concerns about going to the University is what will happen to Superian. That is so perfectly Buffy.

16
I spy a paint horse! But she is a mare rather than a gelding, so perhaps they are “just good friends?”

Loved this entire chapter, from Equestria to Buffy’s self-consciousness…

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 9 2010, 07:11 PM

You have accomplished so many wonderful things with this chapter, from the Valley of Horses to Boderi meeting Buffy and assuring her that wearing that 'green bag' is absolutely unnecessary!

I keep picturing Thernd as a little, pug-nosed, freckled faced red-headed Irish man. You know, the sort that loves his Guiness and can hold his own in a bar fight? The kind of guy that can tell dirty limericks until you're blue in the face? Yes, that sort of guy. All of that just from his dialogue. I don't know how close my picture of him is to yours, but that's what I have in my head.

And Raminus Polus! Just a class act all the way. I really liked how you presented him.

Boderi Farano comes across as a lovely woman/womer with a strong sense of practicality and independence. I think Julian would have liked her as well.

@treydog: The two paints may have been friends back when they were growing up at Wild Eye! Who knows?

Posted by: Olen Aug 9 2010, 08:40 PM

This piece keeps surprising me, it follows the game mechanics fairly completely and the quests went more or less as seen but then occasionally it goes off in it's own direction. Like not bothering with the mages staff (as if all the recommendation quests weren't go-fetchy enough) and bringing in new characters and quests which fit within the game. It leads to a unique feel which I like, the slightly parodic tone and Buffy's characer fit in with it brilliantly.

And a new character, another bit of th competant face of the guild. Boderi sounds very practical and I look forward to seeing her teach Buffy new things, I'm also interested to see how you deal with either the necromancers or the oblivion crisis when one kicks off.

One question: it the arcane university system based on anything? My experience of university is far less organised - they probably wouldn't notice if I turned myself into a newt and would only be interested in research funding if I did (indeed I didn't technically exist last year).

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 10 2010, 12:10 AM

I get the distinct impression that Thernd has a pot o’ gold that he’s hiding somewhere in the Valley of Horses. That’s probably what the imps are really protecting!

I love the way that you have expanded Buffy’s initial steps into the Arcane University. Raminus comes across as a competent and caring headmaster, as opposed to the slightly addled bureaucrat that the game gives us. I find myself sharing Buffy’s fondness for Boderi, I wonder if we will learn what her specialty as a battlemage is (I’m betting it’s not the bow). I am also eager to see what course of study Boderi recommends for the young archer now given into her charge.

Posted by: MyCat Aug 10 2010, 03:39 AM

That's what I feel like sometimes! Or at least my character.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 10 2010, 05:40 PM

i loved the description of the valley of horses, my argonian is yet to own one of the fine beasts (he's scared of them) and i also enjoyed the green bag, all adventurers need to look they're best and i don't think anyone can make apprentice robes look good

Posted by: Acadian Aug 12 2010, 04:42 PM

In Chapter 16, Buffy discovered the Valley of Horses with its wonderful stables. She then settled into the Arcane University to begin her education.

Foxy- Yes, Buffy can get preoccupied with her wardrobe.

SubRosa- I see you are familiar with the origin of 'Valley of Horses'. I'm so pleased you thought it added to things. In game, Buffy stages Superian under that very bridge, while in the IC, to avoid the other stables run by that horse-snacking orc! We felt the beautiful mare deserved better than a lonely bridge to stand under. Thank you for the wonderful comments!

treydog- Thank you for pointing out some of the aspects in the last pair of episodes that you liked. Your words are like a soothing potion that helps keep us on track.

Rider- Thank you! I love your observations. I grinned as I read your vision of Thernd. I wanted to give him a 'voice' and he emerged as sort of a horse-absorbed leprechaun. I have always seen Raminus Polus as a class act, and am glad you liked him. Yes, Boderi will persist as another important influence on Buffy.

Olen- Thank you for the kind words! Please forgive me a few paragraphs of rumination. I have trouble describing or categorizing Buffy's story as well. Heck, I'm just lucky to try and keep up with her as she flits about.

The tactics and physics she uses are indeed quite close to her in-game world. Her approach and priorities regarding quests are not. The tasks she sets for herself will include quests that are in the game and some that are not. Even the in game quests she does will often reflect a fair amount of expansion and license. As you can see, Raminus Polus has already somewhat short circuited the mages guild questline, for now.

The death of the Emperor and the gate at Kvatch however, are important aspects of the game that we retain. Therein lies a dilemma. Although thrust into the beginning of the Oblivion crisis, Buffy lacks the maturity, wisdom, courage, skills and motivation to assist at Kvatch. Yet, it is rather unrealistic that Mehrunes Dagon and Savlian Matius would wait the next 100 or so episodes that it will take Buffy to gain the tools she needs to attempt closing an Oblivion gate. We will unabashedly rely upon the magic of the game that somehow allows prosecuting the Main Quest to be delayed without ill effect indefinitely.

This is decidedly a plot weakness, but it is absolutely critical to the story in this, her first book. It will be during her second book that we will deal with the post-Kvatch portion of the Oblvion crisis. I expect we will be able to do so with much more realistic pacing. Such is the beauty of learning from the wonderful writers here.

We are decidedly writing from the perspective that the journey is more important than the destination. My hope is for her story to be viewed more as a long-running TV show than a tightly plotted movie.

The Arcane University in BF is only based on my own idealized hopes and ideas of what it could/should be.

Destri- Heh, I just couldn't resist the non-TES accent on Thernd! During Buffy's 'school daze', she will learn some about herself, ask pointed questions about some aspects of magic, and be schooled by the wonderful Boderi in some bow + magic tactics. In order to limit her University time to two more episodes, we shall be doing some 'telling' that reflects the passage of time, interspersed with dropping in to a few live scenes of 'show + dialogue'. I hope it is effective.

MyCat- Thanks for reading! I guess Buffy has resolved once and for all whether she will become a robe-wearing mage.

hazmick- I'm so glad you enjoyed the Valley of Horses. It really wowed Buffy - unlike that green bag.

During the initial testing and evaluation of my abilities, I learned some things about being a half-breed. I already knew of course that no one would ever mistake me for a Breton. I was a Bosmer like my mother, albeit kind of a small one. I could expect a lifespan that might cross several centuries and had the Bosmeri eyes of an archer.

It was in my special abilities that the mixed heritage showed. I had good aptitude for magic and some resistance to harmful spell effects. We attributed that to my father, although I did not gain his Bretonic shield power. That I lacked the Beast Tongue special power and disease resistance of a Bosmer was no surprise. Despite the mystical bond I had with Superian, I had to rely on Kud-Ei's illusion spells to command even a mudcrab. As far as diseases, I recalled several times when City Swimmer teased me about my lack of hardiness. It seemed every time I got nipped by a rat while helping her search for food behind the taverns, she was dragging me into the Chapel of Mara to be cured of bone break fever.

I settled into a 'uniform' of sorts: Laced leather pants, a brown blouse like my advisor wore and leather boots.

Boderi guided my progress, as I learned additional spell effects. We then applied that knowledge and created spells using the altars in the Praxographical Center. At first, they were just weak ones that I could use to improve my magic skills. Later, I crafted stronger spells that had some real use and power. As a result of wearing boots, we learned that I was different than Boderi and other mages. Despite running around with bits of light armor, my spells were inexplicably just as effective as if I wore no armor at all.

The beautifully restful University gardens had been carefully cultivated to provide both a display of color as well as a vast sampling of useful herbs, flowers, seeds, roots and fungi. The instructors in the Lustratorium helped me study the plants and unlock more of their alchemical properties. Gradually, I developed the ability to mix a wide variety of helpful potions and poisons.

Given my desire to craft a magical bow someday, I was not surprised to discover how much I enjoyed our classes on enchanting. . . .

"Who knows how to cast a water breathing spell?" All six of us seated in the Chironasium raised our hands. The old Redguard looked pleased and continued, "Today, we're going to learn how to infuse an item with a useful magic property. I need one volunt-"

My hand was in the air before Delmar could finish his request. White teeth contrasted with his dark skin as he flashed a grin. "I see Buffy is anxious to enchant something." He motioned me to his side. Fishing into the folds of his white robes, he produced a small gray item. "Here, do you know what this is?"

"A soul gem," I declared as I took the cool smooth stone. "I've seen plenty of them in the guild halls."

The Redguard nodded. "This is a petty soul gem, one of several types categorized by size and how much energy they can contain. Now, as you see, this one has a flat color. It will display a slight glow after we fill it. Buffy, have you learned how to cast a soul trap spell yet?"

"Yes, Boderi taught me last week."

"Good." Delmar raised his hand and released a lavender burst of magicka in front of him. A skeleton quickly materialized. "Hold onto that soul gem and cast your spell."

Magic flew from my right hand and engulfed the summon. Almost immediately, Delmar struck the skeleton with a bolt of lightning and the bones evaporated, accompanied by a distinctive, musical tone. The soul gem vibrated slightly in my hand, and it did indeed have a soft shimmer now.

"Well done, Apprentice," said Delmar as he held up my hand so everyone could see the results. "Now, before we move on, are there any questions about soul gems?"

"I understand they are destroyed when used," one of the two Altmer students in the class asked. "How are new soul gems created?"

"They are fashioned from simple granite," replied Delmar. "The rock is mined, then processed by artisans who deliver the carefully shaped stones to the University. Specially trained mages working in our east tower facility then infuse the stones with the magic necessary to finish the process. Although we use a large number of the finished gems right here, many of them are sold to magic merchants throughout the Empire."

A small Khajiit raised her hand. In response to Delmar's nod, she timidly asked, "Isn't it wrong to use the souls of other beings to create magic items or recharge our weapons?"

"Excellent question, Zahrasha," began the Redguard thoughtfully. "You see, the term 'soul gem' is horribly inaccurate, no doubt coined by those who fear what they do not understand. We are not capturing souls. Hence, the summoned skeleton who possessed no soul, spirit or life, was able to fill our gem just fine."

"What of deer and other creatures?" I interjected.

Delmar turned to face me and smiled. "Be at ease, Bosmer. Gathering the residual magic that animates the movement of a deer does not enslave its spirit any more than harvesting the flesh it no longer requires after death." The Redguard wrinkled his brow and scratched his bald head for a moment. "Think of it this way. You are capturing the same energy you see when using detect life - also an erroneous term. If you had cast a detect life spell, you would have seen the undead skeleton who just assisted with our class glow brightly. He had no life force however, simply a magical energy that animated his limbs. That is what we captured."

Delmar again reached into the folds of his robe, this time producing an unremarkable copper ring. "Now, class, follow Buffy and I over to one of the enchanting altars. Let's create a ring of water breathing."

As the weeks passed, I became quite adept with the altars. Boderi told me to delay enchanting a bow for now, so I focused on making other useful items. My many friends at school included several of the Imperial Battlemages that guarded the University. I managed to sweet talk Cassius Vinipter out of one of his blue hoods. They weighed almost nothing and he told me they took well to magic. Once enchanted with a weak frost effect, I figured the hood was just perfect for keeping venison fresh while traveling. I also crafted a small assortment of useful rings that could assist me around water and in dark caves.

While showing off my collection of rings to Boderi, we learned that I could wear several of them at once. It seemed other mages could only wear two at a time. As with my ability to cast fully powered spells wearing armor, we had no idea how to explain this new aspect of my defective uniqueness. I liked it just fine though, since it gave me lots of flexibility in what I could wear.

I adored studying the old texts in the Mystic Archives. Tar-Meena could make them come alive, and I became a voracious reader. I enjoyed a wide variety of subjects ranging from Ayleid culture and the Nine Divines, to the mysteries of Daedra Lords. I particularly enjoyed plotting the locations of various ruins and shrines from the books onto my map. I hoped I might visit them, and perhaps even discover more such places on my own.

Tar-Meena was also considered the University's authority on necromancy. She often received inquiries about the subject from the Council of Mages. One day, I asked her about the black robes. "We're learning how to summon skeletons in class, Tar-Meena. Why are necromancers so different from us?"

The Argonian quietly responded, "The skeletons and zombies of necromancers are not summoned or created from magic," her orange eyes widened, "but the actual corpses of men and mer that have been reanimated by black soul gems. How would you like it if, after you died, someone defiled your body as a toy to do their bidding?"

With a small shudder, I replied, "I encountered a necromancer once. He said he wanted to turn me into a plaything." I quickly added in response to the alarm registering on Tar-Meena's face, "Fortunately my bow was faster that he was. His lair was full of corpses. It was awful, Tar-Meena, but it makes more sense now."

"You are lucky to have survived, Buffy. If they can't find fresh corpses, they are quite willing to kill innocents to create them. I'm sure that is why Arch Mage Traven banned the practice of necromancy within the guild."

I wondered aloud, "Delmar said soul gems only capture the residual magic that animates movement, not souls or spirits. Are black soul gems different? I found two of them."

"How did you. . . oh, that's right. Deetsan's report said you were the one who discovered those black soul gems in Falcar's quarters." Tar-Meena shook her head. "They are different from normal soul gems only in that they can capture the residual energy from men, mer, and those of us fortunate enough to have tails. Necromancers apparently prefer to use them in their rituals because the humanoid magic that only black soul gems can contain is quite powerful, and it more realistically animates the corpses they work with. Enough of this unpleasant talk though."

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 12 2010, 05:07 PM

Buffy is at the Arcane University and is going to classes and studying? What kind of craziness is this? None of my characters ever had to do boring stuff like that there. It's a University, she ought to be going to toga parties!

Seriously though, it is nice to see the University as being an actual place of learning. Where in the game it is just a place to make spells and magic items. I see you are also using Buffy's learning as an opportunity to explain how somethings work in the game. Such as soul gems, Buffy's abilities, etc...

The scene with Delmar was particularly nice, as well as being informative (in that he shows the simple way to fill soul gems in the game, summon a critter and kill it). Likewise with your description of how soul gems are created and what they really do.

Buffy creating a refrigerator using a mage hood and frost spell was simply brilliant!


nits:
I'm sure that is why Arch Mage Traven banned the practice of necromancy within the guild.
This is a nit on the part of Bethesda. Why NPCs all say Traven banned necromancy is beyond me. If you look through http://www.imperial-library.info/content/oblivion-black-arts-trial, necromancy was never allowed in the Mages Guild, right from when it was founded by Vanus Galerion. It is just that there have been some archmagisters who have ignored the strictures against necromancy, and allowed it to go on.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 12 2010, 05:16 PM

That's why I love playing Redguards! Getting sick is such a bore!

Sounds almost like Julian's 'civilian' uniform post-MQ!


Where's the hypodermic needle? I think you meant interjected.

I think a preposition was so frightened of the dead it hid from you. Didn't you mean full of corpses?

Classic Argonian observation!

Posted by: treydog Aug 12 2010, 05:50 PM

A wonderful job of illustrating Buffy’s weaknesses and strengths.

The soul trapping description was quite vivid and worked very well. In fact, the whole discussion of “soul gems” and “detect life” was a treat and does a far better job of explaining TES magical physics than does the game.

Tar-Meena- “…and those of us fortunate enough to have tails.”

Now that is an absolutely brilliant bit of writing!

This whole installment was delightful.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 12 2010, 06:23 PM

I enjoyed this chapter as it not only gave a good insight into Buffy's heritage but also explained some of the 'in-game' questions that all good gamers think about. You have done a great job describing the Arcane University as the busy place of learning it should be rather than the dull, empty place that we see in the game where people wander around being rude. Good job with Tar-Meena as well

Posted by: DarkZerker Aug 12 2010, 07:00 PM

Yay, super happy fun time with Necromancy! It's a good play on how it actually works because in the original Oblivion...barely any explanation is given which makes me sad panda.

Posted by: Olen Aug 12 2010, 07:40 PM

I second approval of the tail comment, very argonian (and true too, I'm sure a tail would be useful). And lots of useful rings, I can just sense that she'll need them all given time.

But really learning? So soon after starting uni? Though I suppose if the lessons were that good it would be an incentive. "How was uni?" Somehow answering "I made a magical ring and won't ever need a scuba set" is better than, "The [insert appuratus here] didn't work, again".

Classic buffy, it appears that through lateral thinking she has invented the refrigerator. Much better to put wine in it than venison though.


Is this referance to some mod or is it just in story for some as yet undisclosed reason?

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 13 2010, 12:37 AM

I think our resident Sage has had occasion to teach in his distinguished career. The lesson on soul gems, soul trap, and detect life (or should that be ‘detect magicka’?) spells was as engaging as it was informative. The faculty in your version of the Arcane University is worth whatever the Guild is paying them. You can sign me up for classes with Delmar anytime.

I like the way that you are covering Buffy’s education through a mixture of narration and detail. Going through her day by day activities at the University would probably get old.

That's our Buffy!

Posted by: MyCat Aug 13 2010, 03:56 AM

Buffy seems to be getting a lot more out of university than I ever did. For me it was a fountain of knowledge where students go to drink.

Strangely my character can wear multiple rings and amulets too. (Thanks to what I learned about mods from the original BF. That just means that she goes into scarier OOO areas earlier than she could otherwise. It doesn't always end well.)

Posted by: Winter Wolf Aug 15 2010, 02:32 AM

16 – Wow, this Buffy story gets better and better with each post. I really love the way that you are weaving in the new description into the Chorrol version. It is well in truly worth the extra effort of bringing it all across. Please promise me that the necromancer chapter (bloodcrust cavern) will scare the socks off me. Ha!

Who would have thought that our deadly archer girl would be brought down by the mages guild? Lol. I would love to see here take on a wave of goblins dressed like that.


A beautiful line that puts us right in the thoughts of our delightful Bosmer.

17 -
How crazy it is that I never even realized this! For the last 10 months I have been following Buffy’s deadly bow and the growing body count that this has slipped my mind. Lol.

That is an awesome amount of thought and detail you have put into the story. The University lesson was a great read and more importantly a great instructional guide. I cannot help but wonder how the Uni managed to survive both Maxical and Buffy. I am surprised that the building is still standing.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 15 2010, 04:07 PM

Chapter 17 found Buffy deeply into arcane academia as she learned things about herself, spellcrafting, soul gems, enchanting and alchemy. She also discovered a love for the old texts of the Mystic Archives.

SubRosa- Buffy, toga parties? You'll note how much she enjoys her bling in this http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/ScreenShot527.jpg!

Thank you for the wonderful observations. We tried to give the impression of some real learning going on, as well as attempting to address some obvious questions about how things work in the game; Not that we have it all figured out, but at least hopefully reasonable explanations for BF. Heh, she has always worried about carrying around venison (or crabmeat) in her warm pack - not anymore!

Rider- Thanks for the nits, so I could fix them!

Finally, it was nice to lay out exactly what it means that Buffy had a Bosmer mother and Breton father.

'Those of us fortunate enough to have tails.' I was trying to cover all the 'sort of humanoid' races. Men and mer often imply this just fine, but not when talking with an Argonian or Khajiit of course. I'm glad it lent a smile to the otherwise grim subject of necromancy.

treydog- There was a lot of 'data' to weave into this episode, ranging from Buffy's heritage to some unique minor powers she has, to explanations of how certain aspects of magic work (at least in her BF world). All this while trying to provide the impression of time passing and learning being accomplished without overusing 'tell vs show'. I'm glad it seems to have worked.

hazmick- I'm so glad you share our view that the University should be more than simply providing access to altars and distributing MG quests. Thank you.

Zerker- Thank you. "We're learning how to summon skeletons in class, Tar-Meena. Why are necromancers so different from us?" That is a question I have wondered forever and I'm glad Buffy asked it.

Olen- Thank you! You ask a wonderful question that requires a touch of detail to answer. Buffy does have those two minor special abilities - multiple rings and no spellcasting penalty for armor -

In her story, the origin of these special abilities is intentionally a small mystery at this point. How and why she has them will become clear in about six to eight episodes, so let me keep mum for the moment on that.

In her game, those abilities are provided by a pair of small mods. The no armor penalty mod is handy for an illusionist who, for fashion reasons, fancies leather boots with her clothes or sometimes wears the Arena raiment. The multi-ring mod allows her to focus the few enchantments she wants on her rings instead of on the massive wardrobe that supports frequent outfit changes to suit her task at hand.

In reality, Buffy has completed the adventures that comprise this, her first book. Despite over 400 hours of play however, she has intentionally not completed quests beyond this book. We spend our days enjoying a myriad of wonderful activities and exploration that do not advance any quests. At level 20, she is near her top design level (four major skills that she will never touch cap her at level 23). She typically wears no rings in town. When adventuring, she normally wears a pair of powerful detect life rings (she will get those in a dozen chapters or so). When necessary she will briefly augment her fingers with a utility ring such as water breathing or night eye. She actually uses very few enchantments beyond her utility rings and bow. She was born with a Breton's resistance to magic and can easily boost her poor armor rating via potion or spell for the rare times she needs it.

Destri- Thank you. I must admit that, at my age, I tend to identify with the professorial faculty at the University more than the students. Hopefully, Buffy's sharp elbow is enough to remind me of her younger perspective. Thank you for endorsing the tough choices I made regarding tell (to cover time and ground) vs show (to maintain some vibrance).

MyCat- I am humbled that your character was inspired by the original BF to install the multi-ring mod. It is comments like this that keep us grounded in the fact that it is indeed our intent to include a touch of 'how to play a mystic archer' in our story. Thank you for affirming that!

Wolf- Green bags, humans as ' short lived round ears', no Bosmeri special powers for Buffy, lots of lessons. . . Thanks so much for the wonderful comments! Except for her odd manner of dress, Buffy fit right into the University and was a compliant student. It's that little wildcat prankster that nearly turned the place upside down!

*
And now, the final episode of 'The Arcane University' -

In addition to endless classes, reading and study, there was practice. And practice, followed by more practice. I spent hours trying to master what Boderi called 'chasing my arrow'. She meant shooting an arrow, then rapidly following it with a spell. The practice targets were rapidly and repeatedly pierced, then demoralized. As soon as I could do that pretty well, she made it harder. 'Chasing my spell' - I would cast a soul trap spell for example, then nock and shoot my arrow into the target as quickly as I could. Boderi said both techniques would serve me well. I was amazed at her expertise in combining magic and weaponry. She could also be quite the taskmaster. . . .

"Again, Apprentice!"

"Boderi," I moaned, "my left arm's tired. I'm not as strong as you."

"I don't care that you're tired," the Dunmer snapped, "I care that you're alive." Her voice then softened somewhat, but her eyes lost none of their fiery determination. "Buffy, you possess the indomitable spirit of a dragon, but the frailty of a butterfly. That is a hazardous combination."

Boderi lowered her steel short sword. "Look, I know you're a sniper that thrives in shadow at long range. Nevertheless, there will be times when you are forced into close quarters combat. That's what I'm trying to drill into you today. I can work with your refusal to use melee weapons. In fact, eschewing blades allows us to focus exclusively on developing your bow, and the magic skills necessary to support it. I'm going to forge you into a mystic archer that can survive in combat, young lady. Is that clear?"

The raised eyebrow that accompanied her question did not invite debate, or even words. I nodded rapidly.

The Dunmer continued, "Muscle memory. It's not enough that we crafted a spell to strengthen your bow like a powerful shield. The casting of it needs to be an instinctive reaction. The very act of raising your left arm to block must trigger magicka to flow into your bow without even thinking about it. That takes practice. Even more so for you, since you're not used to casting with your left hand." Boderi raised her blade. With red eyes flashing, she barked, "Again!"

I lifted my left hand defensively, and magic raced down my arm. When it reached the bow clenched in my fist, the white glow burst and enveloped my weapon. Boderi's blade hit the brightly glowing bow squarely. The impact jarred my shoulder, but I was otherwise unharmed. Just as importantly, close inspection revealed my bow to be undamaged. Thanks to this new spell, I hoped never again to have a bow staff cracked or damaged beyond repair when I was forced to block with it.

"Better, Apprentice." Boderi pushed a pitcher of water into my hand. I greedily drained it and set the pewter vessel on a nearby table in the practice room. "Now," she continued, "you can't block your enemy to death. You must be able to quickly shift to the offense. This time, after you reinforce your bow and block my blade, use your right hand and cast a weak charm spell to simulate that you've paralyzed me. I'll kneel as soon as you do that. Within two seconds of my knee hitting the floor I expect to see your arrow slam into the training dummy behind me. Remember- block, immobilize, shoot." She raised her blade.

*

My favorite part of the training was what we called 'field trips'. There were some things that just couldn't be done so well inside the University. These outings were also welcome breaks. Sneaking into the basement of The Main Ingredient, I mapped out the Market Sewers and popped up in the alley over behind Edgar's Discount Spells. Exploring and hunting the hills and caves of Imperial Isle, I practiced my growing skills.

Superian loved the Valley of Horses, and Thernd was wonderful with her. Every day, the mare and I spent at least a short time together. I made sure to show her my growing skills and new spells, so she would become used to them. After all, the wonderful education I was getting was for both of us. I became convinced that it was the bond forged between Acadian and I that had opened my mind to the path of mystical communication with Superian.

The old paladin was with me constantly, and he never seemed to tire of my prattling on. Boderi had earned his respect, and I knew he was glad that she was my advisor. When not beating on me with her sword, the beautiful and wise dark elf could actually be quite kind.

Upon learning that Rohssan, at A Fighting Chance, had finally taught me how to repair magical items, Boderi and I began to enchant weapons. We made several magic bows so I could try different enchantments during my training outings. Boderi insisted every bow include a brief soul trap enchantment, and that I carry an assortment of small soul gems. It quickly became clear that my preference was for bows that delayed, confused, frightened or immobilized foes. I left the powerful grummite bow unenchanted for now.

Several mornings, I woke up feeling strangely more capable. I attributed it to the amount of practice my skills were getting. Somehow I was becoming wiser, more nimble on my feet and better able to control my own will. Each time this happened, I donned my blue raiment and, like a moth drawn to a torch, reported to the Arena for a match. I had no idea why I felt compelled to do this, especially considering how frightening it was. I didn't ask my advisor or even my paladin, I just marched off and did it - butterflies and all. Regardless, I survived, leaving grim testimony to Boderi's lethal lessons in the bloody sands of the Arena.

Most of my field trips were local. One was not.

*

"Welcome back, Apprentice!" Boderi exclaimed. "I trust Bothiel ensured you received a new special power after you delivered the parts that allowed the repair of her precious Orrery?"

After a soft sigh, I replied, "She did."

Concern clouded Boderi's face. "Child, you look deeply troubled. What's the matter?"

"Well, it's just that Bothiel had asked the guild at Kvatch to do that same task quite some time ago. The only reason she gave me the job is because Kvatch is. . . ." My throat became thick and I blinked to hold back tears.

The Dunmer placed a steady hand on each of my cheeks and gently raised my face. "Buffy, even though you didn't know them, it's natural for you to mourn our brothers and sisters from the Kvatch chapter. Their loss breaks my heart as well. Thank the Nine that at least Sigrid survived. Had the invasion of Kvatch not happened, I suspect Morandor, the guild head there, would have asked you to complete Bothiel's task for your recommendation. In recovering the stolen parts to repair the Orrery, you have done well by the Kvatch chapter." She lowered her hands and turned to pour us each a cup of tea.

"Thank you Boderi. You always know what to say." I managed a weak smile as I accepted the warm ceramic cup.

"So tell me how it went, Buffy."

"Superian and I had to wander north of the Gold Road, from west of Skingrad all the way to the Abacean Sea. I certainly got plenty of bow and spell practice, but did I really need to go so far away to hunt bandits, wolves and boar? Oh, and I don't understand this special power at all."

Boderi started to explain. "Bothiel assigned you the task at my request. I had a couple reasons for-"

I interrupted, "Of course you did, my advisor, my mentor, my friend. I learned a long time ago that everything you do seems to have several purposes somehow all woven together."

Boderi smiled. "Field practice with your new equipment and skills was reason enough. There are several special powers the Orrery can grant, but all of them enable you to craft spells and enchant with the effect of 'drain attribute'. That's the other reason I sent you. I will leave discovering some of its potential to your post University studies; however, I would suggest you consider the possibilities of draining the speed of your opponents."

My eyes flew open wide. "P-post University studies?" I was not prepared for that.

"Yes," Boderi said, "you have proven yourself to be a wonderful young illusionist, and Kud-Ei will be proud of you. You also have an uncanny empathic ability to assess wounds and heal others; I encourage you to further develop this natural restorative talent. You have satisfactorily completed your lessons in alchemy, alteration, mysticism and conjuration."

"And destruction?" I asked with an apprehensive wince.

"You passed." Boderi chuckled as she set our empty tea cups aside.

"I'm afraid my fire spells are mostly good for lighting torches, cooking or heating bathwater," I pouted. "I'm afraid I'm not much better with ice or lightning. I guess I'll never be a Delphine Jend."

Boderi lifted a dark eyebrow. "And as fine a mage as Delphine the Destructionist is, she will never be a Buffy the Bowgirl." The Dunmer gracefully lowered herself to a nearby bench, smoothed her skirt and touched the spot next to her. "Sit with me." I did so, and she placed a hand over mine.

"You're a fine mystic archer. Like a battlemage, you have blended weapon and magic to devastating effect. Your talent for destruction magic does not lie with the elements. Keep practicing until you can master weakness to poison and efficiently cast your new drain speed ability. Only then, will the beauty of destruction magic fully merge with your path. You now have the knowledge and tools to continue your studies. Magic is a lifelong endeavor, Buffy. Your formal program of study here however, is complete." She then stood, as did I, and with feigned formality, stated, "Congratulations, Apprentice!"

I beamed. She smiled. We hugged.

I knew I would be back from time to time. In fact, I already had a very specific arcane project in mind. . . .
My University Yearbook:
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Posted by: hazmick Aug 15 2010, 04:30 PM

"I beamed. She smiled. We hugged."- Brilliant that wrapped up the university very nicely.

Great screenies. Buffy the Bookworm, perhaps?

You have caught my interest with the next arcane project, it sounds quite exciting.

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 15 2010, 06:29 PM

A thoroughly delightful and informative chapter all in one! This chapter really shone for me in several ways. I am glad you went back and reworked and added so much to these early chapters, as they add much more depth to Buffy, the supporting cast, and the world.

Seeing the Buffster grow under the tutelage of Boderi was a wonderful treat. More than once I was reminded of a certain pale Bosmer learning similar lessons from her "Pappy".

I spent hours trying to master what Boderi called 'chasing my arrow'.
At MSU, this would be done with tequila!

The bow-shield spell was a very creative way of integrating the game's reality of being able to block with a bow, with the physics of the real world, where such a thing would destroy a strung bow. Nicely done! Also a subtle nod to the process of Buffy leveling up, and her customary arena match each time.

Oh, and that last picture was just priceless!

nits:
"Buffy, you possess the indomitable spirit of an adventuress,
adventuress sounds a little odd. How about lion or dragon instead?

Posted by: Olen Aug 15 2010, 08:40 PM

That last screenie is brilliant

I agree with Subrosa that her leveling up is well handled, while it's clearly happening it would have been a bit too 'gamey' to have done it with her falling asleep and waking up better for unknown reasons, but it sits with the feel of the piece that she gets better as time passes - the arena matches (and general feel) conveyed that well, but subtley.

And now she's more of a finished product I wonder what she'll do. Shopping possibly...

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 15 2010, 09:32 PM

I agree with others about that last screenshot. Still too familiar to me from years of hard studying!

Julian agrees wholeheartedly!

It's good that you show the Arcane University as being good for leveling up your magical skills, and having Boderi train Buffy in her combat skills as well. It all makes wonderful sense for our blonde mystic archer.

I too am wondering about Buffy's next arcane project!

Posted by: treydog Aug 16 2010, 12:38 AM

Buffy's time at the University is wonderfully described, capturing the feeling of immersive learning.

Senior Trooper Carbo of the Imperial Legion heartily approves- “I intend to make you wish you were dead during training so you won’t be dead in battle.”



QFT

The detail you lavish on Buffy's skills, as honed and augmented by her studies is a textbook example (pun alert) of how to create and roleplay a custom character class. But it goes beyond that- it makes Buffy unique and special (of course, we already knew that).

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 16 2010, 02:03 AM

Ohhh.. that last screenshot brings back memories of looooong, long ago...


LOVE it! I am going to be wearing a silly grin all day!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 16 2010, 11:58 PM

The time away has given clarity to your vision, my friend. These expanded chapters of Buffy are brilliant!

Others have already said it well; let me add my voice to theirs: I could wallpaper that last screenshot!

Boderi shoots and scores! Rarely have I seen a character so elegantly summed up.

Posted by: mALX Aug 17 2010, 12:29 AM

You know which screenshot is my fave!!

Posted by: Acadian Aug 18 2010, 04:14 PM

In Chapter 18, Buffy was schooled on the practical application of blending magic and bow. She was then assigned opportunities to practice her growing skills beyond the schoolhouse walls. Finally, she completed her studies and training at the Arcane University as a mystic archer, specialized in illusion.

hazmick- I'm so glad you enjoyed how Buffy wrapped up her University 'daze'.

SubRosa- Thank you for affirming our efforts to enrich BF 2.0.

I'm so pleased you liked Boderi's solution to bow blocking. See my comment to Foxy.

Thank you for the recommendation. I changed adventuress to dragon, which has already earned Destri's approval, thanks to you.

Olen- An Arena match per level up is a tradition that we retain to remind ourselves that, although Buffy doesn't fully realize it, she does live in a wonderful game world. Most of these fights take place 'off camera', but for the next one that makes it into the story, I expect she will actually count the notches on her raiment and indirectly let us know what level she is at the time. Thank you.

Rider- I'm glad you and Julian endorse the 'train till it's automatic' / muscle memory style of Boderi. Buffy is so very fortunate that her advisor is a hardnosed battlemage who understands how to use magic to make a weapon sing. Thank you!

treydog- Thank you for the wonderful words! We tried to show how and where Buffy learned the foundations for some of her key survival tactics. Thank you for agreeing about the hint of similarity in the relationships of Acadian-Buffy and Buffy-Superian.

Foxy- Thank you! It was you who, so very long ago, pointed out the flaw in Buffy blocking with her bow. It took us this long to sort out a proper TES solution.

Destri- High praise indeed from a master of prose. Thank you so much for appreciating Buffy's new appellation as dragon-butterfly girl. As you can see from the comments, the dragon part was suggested by wonderful SubRosa.

mALX- Thank you! You know a screenie is worth a thousand words!

*

Thank you for several wonderful compliments regarding the screenshots in Buffy's yearbook. Completing her 'undergraduate' work at the University marks the real beginning of Buffy carving her own unique path in Cyrodiil. She still lacks some of the tools and trinkets she needs to survive, so I expect her 'special arcane project' has something to do with 'what a girl wants, what a girl needs'.

As Superian eased into a small sunny clearing beside the Gold Road, I slid to the ground and silently began to creep the short distance towards Ra'sava Camp. Releasing a burst of magicka, I assessed the three pink glows that erupted ahead as two bandits and their dog. Finally, I had a spell to display life signs that had both the range and duration I needed. After quietly scouting around the camp, I settled into my chosen firing position and reached for the steel handgrip of the bow on my back.

Patiently, I studied the camp's inhabitants over the poisoned broad head tip of my nocked arrow. By concentrating on my target I had recently learned to greatly enhance the detail I could see at range. Presently, the farthest glow snapped into sharp focus as a Bosmeri archer. I smoothly applied full tension to the bowstring and loosed the arrow. The bandit's glow extinguished within a few seconds, but judging from his companion's quick and erratic movements, I was detected.

Without turning my back to the threat, I quickly backed out onto the road as I reached into my quiver. A leather-clad Redguard burst from the trees about ten paces in front of me. The bow's first strike caused her to stop, stow her mace and begin to run away. After retreating a couple steps, the fear enchantment wore off and she turned to charge again. By then, the magic bow released a second arrow, which restarted the process. She fell to my third arrow. The enchantment compensated for the lower damage of this steel-trimmed bow. Besides, I had better plans for my powerful old grummite bow. Ra'sava Camp was part of those plans.

I crept back into the brush. The dog's glow was stationary. I hadn't minded killing the bandits - in fact, I rather enjoyed it. I realized that given the opportunity, they would have gleefully returned the favor. The dog was another matter. Killing him would give me no pleasure. I figured he would attack me on sight though, and I did want his camp. I would not risk magically frightening him away, for I feared he would only skulk back at night to attack my mare and I.

I focused beyond my arrow's tip and the animal came sharply into view. In the bandits' absence, he was helping himself to the hindquarter of a deer on the cooking spit. I began to draw full tension, then stopped and eased the bowstring forward. For Mara's sake, Buffy, don't get soft; a lack of grim resolve is a good way to get yourself killed. I steeled myself and pulled feathers to cheek again, only to pause once more. Exasperated, I unnocked the arrow. I sighed, then blew a wayward strand of hair from my face. Oh, who knows? Perhaps with the pair of bandits dead, I might be able to sweet talk the dog.

I shouldered the weapon to appear less threatening and readied a spell to paralyze the animal if I needed time to bring my bow to bear. Trying to appear calm and confident, I approached the camp. "My name's Buffy," I purred softly. As the dog noticed me, the fur on his back rose, but he did not charge. "Don't make me regret this. Choose to live." I was sure the dog cued more on my gentle tone than words, but the hackles lowered slightly and his flattened ears lifted.

There was a mere three paces between us when I squatted down and softly kissed the air a few times. "What's your name?" As he tentatively approached, I extended a hand, ready to paralyze or pet him. After a few suspicious sniffs, he sat down in front of me. A moment later, the dog's big head was leaning into my hand as I scratched behind his ear. There was no danger here.

As I stepped back to the road, I could see Superian standing patiently where I had left her. After a knowing glance between us, I turned and walked the few steps back to the camp. The sound of hooves followed me.

The dog and horse approached each other cautiously. I was still quite ready to immobilize and kill this dog if he threatened Superian. Two noses touched and I breathed a sigh of relief. "You pass inspection, dog. How about sharing some of your venison with a hungry wood elf? I have a thirsty mare who would appreciate access to your rain barrel as well."

It was late afternoon as I finished gathering firewood to augment the camp's meager supply. Ra'sava was going to be home, perhaps for several days. Satisfied with the condition of the camp, I finally sat down in front of the fire to work on my equipment and think. And wait.

I had camped here quite some time ago, while traveling west from Skingrad to earn my University recommendations. I remembered a cone of light connecting the sky to the ground had appeared nearby. Following the lavender beam to its destination, I had discovered it was illuminating a white altar in front of Fort Istirius. The pair of red banners draped over the altar were each emblazoned with a black skull and bones. I had seen the same symbol, colors reversed, on the robes of a necromancer deep inside Vilverin. Body parts of men or mer, in various states of decay, littered the area around the altar. Aside from being anxious to get away from the fort, I hadn't thought too much of it at the time.

Much more recently, as I retrieved dwarven artifacts for Bothiel to repair her Orrery, I noticed a similar light as I was traveling from Camp Bodean to the Gottshaw Inn. At the bottom of the cone of light was an identical altar in front of Fort Linchal. This time it made a bit more sense. I had recalled reading about such things in the Mystic Archives while at the University.

I stirred my campfire with an unusable arrow recovered from one of the bandits, and glanced at Superian as she peacefully grazed. The dog was comfortably curled up near the fire. I remembered asking Tar-Meena about the altars. . . .

"Sssshhh! We are hesitant to talk about necromantic rituals around here," Tar-Meena said, with the precise enunciation and expressive orange eyes that so endeared Argonian women to me. "My only interest in it is academic, but even that is discouraged." She had then looked around the stacks of the Mystic Archives to ensure no one else could hear us. "It is refreshing actually, to talk with someone who has a similar interest in what makes those crazy cultists do what they do. Read this, then we will talk more." She had handed me the book 'Necromancer's Moon'. "Falcar was the last one to be interested in this book but I am beginning to think, after Deetsan sent those black soul gems to the University, perhaps his interest was more than academic."

Well, things began to make sense when I read that book - more so after I talked to Tar-Meena again. I was sure the mysterious light was called the Shade of the Revenant, and I had surmised what the altars were for.

I became convinced I could make my own black soul gems. Boderi, my advisor at the University, had been mystified as to why I decided not to enchant my grummite bow. I had told her it was because the weaker bows forced me to let the enchantments do most of the work. The real reason though, was as clear to me as a sunrise over Niben Bay the morning after a storm. The most powerful enchantments were those created with a full grand soul gem. I had never seen a creature emit that much energy upon death, but I knew that men and mer did. The problem was that humanoid energy could only be captured by a black soul gem. It was simple, really - I wanted a bandit-powered bow.

I had kept Tar-Meena's book, and studied it now by the campfire. I waited until after midnight, frequently looking skyward south of the Gold Road. Be patient, Buffy. Maybe tomorrow.

I stared at the silver-gray fur of our new companion resting by the fire. He probably weighed more than I, and looked as much wolf as dog. Superian liked him though, and that was the best endorsement for what I had in mind. If he would follow us, I would deliver him to Thernd, the stable master at Equestria. I figured the dog would not only be good company for the lonely Bosmer, he would make a fine additional guardian for the Valley of Horses. "You didn't tell me your name, so I shall call you Bandit." Both ears and one eyelid raised.

The next day was spent napping, hunting, and checking the area between the camp and Fort Istirius for dangers.

Sitting by the fire that evening, I shared my kill with Bandit and hoped to see the Shade of the Revenant. I didn't know how long I might have to wait. Digging into my pack, I verified the three empty grand soul gems were there. I was glad I had put them into my magic bag within the pack, so they wouldn't be wasted capturing the energy of rats or mudcrabs by mistake. At one point, I nodded off and woke with a start. Afraid I might have missed it, I jumped to my feet and looked to the south. There was the eerie lavender beam of light! Scared and excited, I grabbed my bow and scrambled the short distance down the hill to Fort Istirius.

Standing under the light, I raised the stone cover of the altar and placed my grand soul gems inside. I remembered that part of 'Necromancer's Moon': '. . .when the heavenly light descends from above, hasten to His altars and make your offering, so that He may bless you with but a taste of His true power. Grand soul gems offered to Him will be darkened. . . .'

Next was the part I wasn't too sure about. Was there some sort of push block on this altar? Did I have to do something to make it work? No controls were visible. I peeked inside and my heart sank - the soul gems were still gray. I looked in the book again. Suddenly a phrase leapt from the page: '. . .cast your spells. . . .' That had to be it! But what kind of spell?

I blasted the altar with fire, frost and shock, lifting the cover to inspect my soul gems after each spell. Then I tried draining, damaging, healing and frightening it. Nothing. In desperation, I summoned a skeleton, but he just stood there, smirking at my frustration. I pondered the situation as I sipped a potion to help restore my depleted magicka. Soul trap? Well, that was worth a try.

Yes! One of my gems was now black. I quickly illuminated the altar in lavender magic twice more and grabbed my three brand new black soul gems. Even though there was no one near, I still looked around nervously and hid the gems in my magic bag. I then put the bag way in the bottom of my pack and started back to camp. Could I get kicked out the guild for this?

Next stop, Imperial City. I figured a visit to the Valley of Horses to deliver Bandit and stable Superian was in order. Then I was sure I could find a bandit down in the Market Sewers who would be happy to fill a black soul gem for me. Well, you know, once I explained that I needed his help to enchant my grummite bow.

Posted by: hazmick Aug 18 2010, 04:41 PM

"You pass inspection, dog."-I loved this line. A new friend to join the gang, how wonderful.

Finally someone has found a use for bandits. My Argonian friend has just rushed of to find some grand soul gems, and a new bow. I guess I should follow and keep him out of trouble.

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 18 2010, 04:42 PM

Heh, and I felt the same - vicariously - through my character when He made an illegal black soul gem. Thnx for the memories...

...continue, old Friend!!!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 18 2010, 04:42 PM

Just like most dogs I know! He must be part Lab!

This is new, and very interesting. I liked how Buffy figured out the reason for those purple glows at certain spots around Cyrodiil.

I enjoyed reading about the dog - Bandit. I'm glad Buffy didn't kill him. At some point, Julian will acquire another animal companion, but the right moment hasn't arrived yet. So far she has to settle for just Paint.

Good idea giving Bandit to Thernd (my favorite Irish bar-fighter!) to add to the layers of protection around the Valley of Horses.

Overall, an enjoyable chapter!

Posted by: treydog Aug 18 2010, 09:18 PM

At first, I found myself somewhat ambivalent about Buffy's flirtation with the "dark side" of magic. But- upon closer examination, it fits quite well with who she is- especially given the nature of soul-trapping and soul gems in the BF world. Because she is not trapping souls, she is trapping energy. A semantic distinction perhaps, but an important one.

But if she starts hanging around with Falanu, I will have to register a strong protest!

You painted that scene wonderfully.

So glad she did not choose to kill the dog- and I imagine he and Thernd will get on famously.

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 18 2010, 10:02 PM

Once more a nice description of game mechanics (zooming in with archery) that fits smoothly into the narrative.

I rather enjoyed it.
Cuddly as a rattlesnake!

A very sweet deviation from the original concerning the dog. One thing I hate about the game is having to kill all those bandit dogs. Likewise, you offered an excellent solution to the problem of what to do with the dog now that its former master's are dead.

as clear to me as a sunrise over Niben Bay the morning after a storm.
A very vivid description that at the same time reinforces the setting!

I summoned a skeleton, but he just stood there, smirking at my frustration.
Lovely way of reinforcing Buffy's desperation, by her imagining a smirk on the skeleton's face!

And Buffy makes some black soul gems. She had better not let anyone at the Guild know about this! As treydog said, that Buffy is trapping energy rather than souls lessens the impact of her flirtation with the dark side. In fact, you might want to rethink whether or not the MG would still ban black soul gems based on how you have them working. I suppose they still might, because after all the only way to get the energy is to kill a person. Plus, the general public may not realize that they only take magicka, rather than souls. A righteous mob burning down the Arcane U would not be good for the guild's profit margin!

Here is hoping that Buffy starts hanging around with Falanu, but only after liberally coating herself in flour and learning to lay very, very still.

nits:
I was sure the mysterious light was called the Shade of the Revenant
I think your the was frightened away by those bandits!

Posted by: Olen Aug 19 2010, 06:09 PM

Nice part, as Trey said her confusion at which spell to cast was great, and the description of her trying them was also well done.

Well... yes. Certainly yu show the darkness in her again, she might be all for the guild and have liked Carahil but when she could get a better enchantment that goes out the window. Such flaws and hypocracies really make her come off the page as a living character. That she has no worries about going to find someone to kill to fill the gem is also somewhat alarming, she's certainly got an edge of madness that girl.

She also has a new companion, I wonder if she'll end up keeping him though. Her lack of desire to kill the dog was a good device, it is so her to happily kill two bandits but then save the dog. Great stuff.

One mild nit: I settled into my chosen firing position - although it would have made things longer it might have been worth showing her deciding where to shoot from rather than just having her do it. At least it made me want to know more.

Posted by: MyCat Aug 20 2010, 03:13 AM

She is closer to my Bosmer assassin than I thought. My Bosmer Assassin's bow is named Earana

I like the way you make her, despite her dark moments or probably because, very human. Er, okay, elfish. It was supposed to be a compliment!

Posted by: Remko Aug 20 2010, 03:13 PM

Loved how justified "Soul"gems. I kinda like your interpretation of the "soul"trap spell.
I might borrow that

Posted by: mALX Aug 20 2010, 05:28 PM

Where is Acadian while Buffy is dabbling in the dark arts? I think you have stayed true to Buffy's character while expanding on it - I love this!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Aug 20 2010, 06:54 PM

Ah, that's what I love about Buffy . . . she can talk herself into anything! Only she could justify repeating the actions that got Falcar booted (presumably) from the Guild. I think mALX hit the nail on the head, Acadian was strangely silent during this chapter. Can we infer acceptance or approval from his silence? The inclusion of the dog Bandit was a clever bit of slight-of-hand to beguile us from the fact that our little wood elf is dabbling in necromancy. Innocently perhaps, but given her revulsion toward the necromancer she found in Vilverin I think it is safe to say that Olen is right about her capacity for being a little hypocritical.

That's what makes her such a brilliant character!

Posted by: Acadian Aug 21 2010, 04:46 PM

In Chapter 19, Buffy displayed several contradictory aspects of her character as she learned and did what was necessary to create a black soul gem. It became clear that she had put a great deal of research and effort towards the task of powerfully enchanting her primary bow.

hazmick- Thanks! Yep, bandits make the best bows for a low level character that has never seen a creature with a grand soul. The only other alternative at low levels is to grind conjuration up to 100 (some of the top level summons have grand souls). An alternative for her story would have been to pretend that the University sold full grand soul gems and avoid the black soul gem controversy. We chose the black soul gem route in order to stay with the 'how to' aspect of her story.

Foxy- Yes. Based on what Buffy learned at the University, she had no qualms making and using black soul gems; she simply did not want to get caught and kicked out of her guild. Tar-Meena explained what a necromancer was. Buffy is quite comfortable that, despite performing a necromantic ritual, she is not 'animating dead people'.

Rider- Thank you so much! Letting the dog live was new for 2.0. It was not that long ago we learned in our game that if you approach a dog (not wolf) unarmed, he will not be hostile. He will attack if you draw a weapon though and the silly game will not let you sleep near him because 'enemies are near'. I think he'll be happy in the Valley of Horses. Buffy does indeed care more for animals than bandits and other humanoid varmints.

treydog- Thank you. We start with certain key elements of the game that we really want to retain as part of the 'how to play a mystic archer' aspect. We then try to craft somewhat reasonable explanations for why things work the way they do (zooming in with a bow, unable to cast spells on horseback, blocking with a bow, how to enchant with a grand soul at low level, etc). Then we hope that 'hey, it's a game' will help cover any gaps. Buffy is much more comfortable with soul gem energy as 'residual magic that animates movement'. If she thought killing a deer enslaved its spirit, she would have to join Teresa as a vegetarian!

SubRosa- Thank you so much. You coined Buffy 'cuddly as a rattlesnake' so very long ago, and I'm delighted she still conveys that here. The dog, of course, was a nod towards the 'cuddly' part in what was otherwise a somewhat dark portrayal of Buffy. As always, I love your insights into her. Thanks for the nit, so I could fix it.

Olen- As Boderi said, Buffy has the indomitable spirit of a dragon with the frailty of a butterfly. That drives her to do what she feels she must to survive. Since the only weapon she will touch is a bow, she believes having a powerful one is critical and is quite willing to take the necessary steps to accomplish this. That said, choices have consequences. Buffy's decision to break a rule of the guild will have small ripples for her on at least a couple occasions in the future. In fact the first consequence will be a tiny bit of squirming in her very next episode as her mouth almost gets her in trouble.

Thank you for your comments. You really make me think through things as Buffy so naturally dances between the darkness and the light. She loves killing bandits; the fact that they can help her create a powerful bow is a bonus.

You are right, my friend, that adding detail on how she chose her firing position may have helped. Alas, you are also right that length was a significant concern. There are several areas that would have been fun to expand, but I really wanted that episode to fit comfortably into one post.

MyCat- Oooh! Naming your bow after Earana! Buffy is going to have to do something (from a cowardly dark shadow, of course ) about that nasty rogue mage that would hurt her - just as soon as she gets a little more comfortable with her ability to do so.

Remko- Thanks! Like you, we never understood how you could 'capture the soul' of a skeleton or mudcrab. In BF 1.0, we didn’t worry much about those things, but Buffy is asking a lot harder questions of me in 2.0.

mALX- I'm glad you are enjoying this! Do you think she would actually listen to Acadian? Lol.

Destri- Buffy is indeed extremely adept at rationalizing. It usually boils back down to her frailty and the need to survive. She has taught me a great deal about what it is like to live in a dangerous land when you are small and weak. Keeping herself and her mare/friends alive trumps a lot of other considerations in her mind.

Acadian? He trusts in the underlying character of the bowgirl, and certainly hopes she will do what is necessary to survive - and crafting a powerful bow is a pretty important part of that. He realizes the way of a paladin would condemn the fragile elf to a short life. Rest assured, that if Buffy gets found out and kicked out the guild, she will quickly rationalize a way to blame Acadian for the whole mess.

*

So, how does Buffy feel about creating a black soul gem and using the dying energy of a bandit to craft her bow? She briefly addresses that herself in the next episode, while hopefully retaining the air of mystery that is the birthright of any young woman.

Speaking of mysteries, I must share with you that we are extremely excited going forward. Buffy's new and powerfully enchanted bow launches the first episode of a seven part miniseries that we call 'Child of Dawn'. While I hope each piece is interesting in itself, the themes are interwoven and tie together at the end in what I hope is a satisfying story with a touch of mystery.

Daenlin carefully examined my grummite bow with the experienced hands that had taught me to hunt. As he turned it, a soft red glow fleetingly whispered of the power within.

It felt so good to be in Bravil! My visit to the Imperial City had been a short one. Thernd had been happy to have Bandit the dog join the stables and the two of them hit it off wonderfully. After filling my black soul gem in the Market Sewers and quietly enchanting my bow, I returned Tar-Meena's copy of 'Necromancer's Moon'. Superian and I had then headed for home.

I had missed Daenlin. It was now after closing time as we stood behind the sales counter of the Archer's Paradox. I smiled at the Bosmer as I watched the flickering light from the fireplace dance across his balding head. Finally, I interrupted his study of my bow. "Well, what do you think?"

"Buffy, it's the same impressive weapon you found out on that mysterious island in Niben Bay, but obviously now enchanted. What does it do?"

"It will totally but briefly drain my target's speed, shock them and capture their dying energy," I said quietly.

Daenlin whistled softly as both eyebrows pushed wrinkles up his forehead. "By the grace of Hircine! How many arrows can it shoot before you have to recharge it?"

"Thirty two." The words were not fully out of my mouth before I regretted them. I focused intently on Daenlin's face, trying to read his reaction. I began to relax a bit as he simply kept examining the bow. Daenlin was a magnificent marksman, but he knew little of magic. That was a good thing. Any mage would have quickly added things up and surmised the bow had had not been created using the energy of a simple animal.

"Buffy, this is not a hunting bow," Daenlin continued, "at least not for deer. What do you call it?"

"The bow hasn't yet spoken its name to me. I'm sure it will, when the time is right."

"And what do you intend to use it for?" the Bosmer pressed.

"To keep me alive and you from worrying so much," I replied with a smile.

His head tilted to one side and he looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Daenlin, I never knew our world was so big and beautiful until I started traveling. I discovered that I love exploring. I also learned how dangerous Cyrodiil is, and how frail I am; my University advisor said that's a dangerous combination. I came to realize it's not just about me. I have friends like you who love and worry about me, and I now travel with a beautiful mare that depends on me to keep us safe."

My smile faded. "That's when I decided I would do or learn whatever it took to create a powerful bow that could help keep me alive and defend those I love." A grim satisfaction swelled within me, crushing any concerns I had about black soul gems.

"I see you've learned much, Buffy. I expect I'd quite like this University advisor of yours; however, I don't think there exists an enchantment or magic that will prevent this old elf from worrying about you. Nevertheless, it seems this bow has plenty of power and even the ability to briefly immobilize your enemies. Are you pleased with it?"

"I'm not quite sure yet," I replied. "The bow knocked a mudcrab far out into the Niben. When I fished his body from the river, he was cooked and ready to be my lunch. A wolf that tried to take him from me fell to one arrow. The next time I encounter a more dangerous foe, I should be able to better evaluate the enchantments. The only problem I'm having so far is keeping it fully powered. The energy from a mudcrab recharges three shots. I'm not used to managing a pile of soul gems."

"I understand. That's why I don't regularly use the Bow of Infliction." The Bosmer carefully leaned my bow in a corner. "Buffy, it's so good to have you home! You've been gone such a long time, what with your schooling and all. And do I understand we're to be neighbors?"

"Yes!" I chirped. "You know I've had my eye on that little place next door for such a long time. Buying Superian took every septim I had, so I had to start saving all over again. Fortunately, selling the practice trinkets I crafted at the University really overflowed my coin purse while I was there. In fact, even after buying furniture from Nilawen for the new house, I still have lots of gold left over. Do you need some?"

Daenlin looked at me, his eyes smiling. "No, young lady." He raised a finger and playfully touched the tip of my nose. "I have everything I need, either in my shop or standing in front of me."

I giggled. "You've been tapping my nose like that for as long as I can remember."

"Since before you can remember, I expect. Well neighbor, join me for dinner and tell me all about your adventures." Daenlin grabbed two empty clay bowls and looked around absently. "Now, where'd I put that ladle?"

"It's about time you fed me." I reached into my pack for the two bottles of Tamika's I had bought from Nilawen. "The smell from your cooking pot has been taunting me for the last hour." I filled a pair of wooden cups with the wonderful wine that Sinderion had introduced me to. Grabbing a loaf of bread and some cheese from Daenlin's cupboard for us to share, I then sat down. He joined me at the table with two bowls of stew.

"Tell me of your adventures," Daenlin prompted.

"The University was amazing. I learned so much. I think I read every book in the Mystic Archives! And my travels. . . have you ever watched the sun set into the Abecean Sea? This stew is yummy. Did you know that snow tastes like water? Or that the Ayleids could light their underground cities with magical blue rocks? There were terrifying bits too, Daenlin. I saw the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. It was-"

"You were at Kvatch?" The Bosmer's eyes flew open wide and his spoon clattered to the table. "Buffy, you could have been killed!"

"I was not in danger." I shook my head, then lowered my eyes to the red depths of the wooden cup in my lap. "By the time I arrived, access to the city had been cut off by the Oblivion Gate and most of the Daedra were sealed inside what was left of Kvatch. The damage was already done. What remained of the city guard defended a barricade around that flaming gate, intercepting the occasional Daedra that still emerged. They said it wasn't safe, and for me to leave."

"That sounds like wise advice, Buffy. I'm glad you weren't hurt."

I nodded and swallowed hard. I didn't want to ruin the evening, so I took a large drink of my wine, hoping it would help douse the fiery images in my mind.

Finally, Daenlin broke the silence. "Did you ever run into that Altmer in Chorrol I told you about? Goes by the name of Honditar?"

"Yes," I replied, grateful for my host's assistance in moving to a lighter subject, "you were right about him. He walked up to me and said he was a mountain man. Then he told me to poison my arrows to kill deer - it wouldn't hurt the meat. Well, I just couldn't help myself. I told him if he needed poison to kill a deer, he should give up hunting and try farming." The old Bosmer's ploy to cheer me up had worked. Music from our combined laughter filled the Archer's Paradox.

"I told you he was all talk!" Daenlin's laughter finally chuckled its way down to an infectious smile. "Well, it's nice to see the pout gone from that pretty face again. Do tell me more of your travels."

"Have you ever seen how beautiful the White Gold Tower looks from atop the Jeralls? I learned that goblins like beer, pee on trees and have tribal markings on their arms. Superian and I traveled with a dog for a few days before I gave him to the stables at the University. Oh Daenlin, I simply must tell you about King Rislav the Righteous and the Call of Corsair. . . ."

And so it went as we broke bread and shared venison stew until two bottles of wine were gone and the fire was low. Finally, the tales ran dry and a wonderfully comfortable silence between close friends gently joined us. I went to Daenlin's cupboard and, after cutting us a plate of fruit and cheese, rejoined him at the table.

"Daenlin, what's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was just recalling the morning you were born." His eyes sparkled brightly with moisture. "Like the good godfather your parents asked me to be, I had spent most of the starry Rain's Hand night pacing the front porch of The Fair Deal with your father. Nilawen was inside helping Terry Ann give birth. It was at the very moment of sunrise that we heard your first cry. When Nilawen came out to tell us about it, Superior boasted that your birth is what had caused the sun to rise." Daenlin stared at the empty wooden cup in his hands. After a moment he raised his eyes to meet mine.

"Where did the years go, Buffy?" A single tear finally escaped and traced a path down the age lines of the Bosmer's rugged cheek. "Why just yesterday, you were eight years old when I took you on as an apprentice. I taught you the bow, and you sparked the long-forgotten joy of life into this old elf's tired spirit. Look at you now. You're all grown up, and a graduate of the Arcane University."

I reached across the small table. I could feel the rough bowstring calluses on Daenlin's fingers as I pressed his open hand against my cheek. "I will always be your little apprentice. Will you take me hunting tomorrow morning, Master?"

Posted by: mALX Aug 21 2010, 05:55 PM

Buffy's friendships with the people of Bravil are some of my favorite parts of her stories, this really brings that out so well!

Posted by: hazmick Aug 21 2010, 06:25 PM

What a beautiful chapter, and the ending... A hunting trip with Daenlin sounds great, time to show off that new bow and perhaps find it a name? I have a bow called Marshfire, powered by the soul of the late great Arch-Mage Traven.

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 21 2010, 07:24 PM

I absolutely adore Daenlin in the BF! As a matter of fact, I can't look at him in the game (or OHDH) without thinking of Buffy's foster father. Here is a male Bosmer that isn't annoying, and he actually makes Julian smile with his humorous comments!

What a wonderful chapter here. I see you expanded quite a bit on this, based on the new stuff you have introduced so far.

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 21 2010, 07:40 PM

A charming interlude that does much to the show the relationship between Buffy and Daenlin. This was not only simply delightful to read as Buffy turned into quite the chatterbox as she related her travels, but it also does much to create a very solid foundation for the character of Buffy to rest upon. Here we see Buffy's center, her place of equilibrium. Given that I know you will be resting much more upon this relationship in the future of the BF, it is very good to see the foundation firmly laid here.

Like haute, whenever I see him in the game, I immediately think of Daenlin in terms of the BF, as Buffy's mentor and foster-father. It always make me want to go peeking around his shop for a blond bosmer bowgirl...

"That's when I decided I would do or learn whatever it took to create a powerful bow that could help keep me alive and defend those I love."
This immediately brought to mind the Buffy Doctrine™. I am not sure if you were thinking about that when you wrote this, but it certainly becomes one more piece in the puzzle to Buffy's burgeoning philosophy.

Buffy's observation that a mudcrab's magicka only gives her enough power for three shots of her new, yet to be named bow makes me wonder if her fairy-godfather (as opposed to her wood elf godfather) will be putting a mark on her map to a place up in the Jerrall mountains, and subtly remind her to bring glow dust with her...

"I have everything I need, either in my shop or standing in front of me."
This says quite a bit about the Bosmer bowmaster. He has his feet firmly planted in Nirn, knowing exactly what is important and what is not. Methinks this wisdom has only come through hard trials however...

Finally, we have the story of Buffy's birth, which was done with absolute sweetness. The fact that she was born at the moment of sunrise hints at a relationship with Azura? Likewise the title of this new arc of stories. Of course I might be completely off base in my fishing as well! I am also curious if this arc is any way based upon the astrology topic that Renee started in the other forum?

One nit. Not actually a nit, but more of an opportunity that may have slipped you by. When Daenlin is recounting the story of Buffy's birth, you might want to have him mention the month (perhaps even date), as that will also tell us her birthsign. You might even be able to use Buffy's birthday as a future story.

Posted by: treydog Aug 21 2010, 09:17 PM

These are the moments that bring Buffy and all the surrounding characters to life. When she is in the company of someone she loves, she is more fully herself than at any other time. Character-driven story, indeed. If anyone ever wants to know what we mean by that, they need look no further than this installment. And the beginning of some Buffy history, too! This will definitely be a treat.

That confirms my feelings about Honditar.

One typo early on:

Market Sewars

A rat or goblin ran off with your "e" and left an "a" behind.

Posted by: MyCat Aug 22 2010, 04:41 AM

Second time around you really add depth to her relationships! I shamefully admit that I have never visited the Archer's Paradox. (Unlike my current character Galadir, I don't understand why an arrow's flexibility needs to match the bow's power.)

Posted by: Olen Aug 23 2010, 11:58 PM

A wonderful chapter, I particularly enjoyed her inadvertantly revealing what sort of soul she used. Daenlin might not have noticed, but with the comment about a mudcrab only giving three shots he might suspect something...

The how to guide side of this continues. For some reason that had never occurred to me, I always grind alchemy right up at low levels so that more or less sorts money and I'd never thought of the enchant to sell market.


This is one area which needs expanding, Tamika and Surilie aren't enough varieties really. And given that for both 399 vintage is desirable that really limits the range of grapes they might use...

The title of this subsequence makes me think that a certain daedra lord may make an appearance to solve some refueling issues...

Posted by: Acadian Aug 24 2010, 04:12 PM

Chapter 20 marked the first installment of a seven part miniseries. Buffy showed off her newly enchanted bow to Daenlin, then joined the old Bosmer for dinner, wine and telling tales.

mALX- Yes, it seems when Buffy is one-on-one with a friend, the story almost writes itself. *happy sigh* Thank you.

hazmick- Thank you for saying you enjoyed the ending. It was emotional to write, for I quite understand Daenlin's feelings for Buffy.

Rider- You, Julian, Buffy and I seem to see many of the NPCs in a similar way, and that makes me feel really good because I so respect the judgment of you and Julian. I am so honored that as you see Daenlin in your game, it reminds you of how precious he and Buffy are to each other. I'm so glad you enjoyed Buffy's interlude with her old bowmaster.

SubRosa- That Daenlin in your game reminds you of BF is priceless to me. Thank you so much for your kind words. I know I sound like a broken record, but you always seem to capture everything I am trying to convey. I so appreciate your rich feedback. Yes, there is much our little chatterbox tried to convey here.

Thank you for mentioning Buffy's birthday. It was detailed waaayy back in chapter two here:

That said however, you are correct that it was so long ago, and it is so easy to refresh here, that I would be remiss not to take advantage of the opportunity. I have, with only a few additional words modified Daenlin's dialogue to include that Buffy was born in Rain's Hand.

Child of Dawn plot. . . must. . . must struggle. . . to resist temptation to. . . spill the imp chips. Even to brilliant SageRosa. . . .

treydog- Buffy can often fill me with pride when she is alone with a friend. She almost seems to be a vessel that unknowingly draws out the best in other characters - well, at least those who are kind to her. She will open the next episode in a similar, but hopefully more upbeat venue. For such a magnificent author as yourself to say that BF is a good example of character-driven fiction is music to our ears (round and pointed both). Thanks for the nit so I could repair it.

MyCat- It seems odd that when Buffy visits Daenlin in her game he does not seem to fret over the recent scrape on her cheek or how low she is on arrows. He doesn't even rush over to hug her or pay much attention to the fresh wildflowers she places in the ceramic vase she once gave him. That's ok though. She can listen to him talk about mudcrabs and perfect arrows for hours. She happily fills in the gaps with her vivid imagination as she sets about restocking his pantry with fresh bread, cheese, apples, potatoes and onions.

Olen- Thank you! Buffy survived sticking her little foot in her mouth about the power source of her bow - for now. In about seven more episodes, that slight verbal slip on her part will manifest itself uncomfortably. I'm so pleased you don't mind the 'how to' aspects we try to weave in regarding tactics and survival tips. That is what anchors us fairly closely to the game's mechanics. When it comes to NPCs and quests however, Buffy can take some extraordinary liberties - as you will soon see. Since Buffy met Sinderion, she only knows one way to spell wine: T a m i k a.



"Buffy, I missed you so much."

I was swept into a sea of green and blue fabric by the fierce hug. My own bow and quiver were being crushed into my back. Arrow tails, and the upper portion of the bow's staff, prevented me from lifting or even turning my head. My face was trapped between two breasts. "Mmphmh. . . ."

"Oops, sorry." Ardaline released me quickly. "I can't even hug you without smothering you. I wish I was petite, like you."

I looked up to see a flush of pink climb above the neckline of my friend's dress to join her natural golden skin tone. "It's my fault, Ardaline," I pouted. "I can barely touch the floor with my feet when sitting in most chairs. I wish I was statuesque, like you. In fact, I wish I had your gracefully curved ears instead of these big pointy horse things." I tugged unhappily on one of my ears.

"Well, I wish I didn't have to look down at every boy in town." The high elf held up her large graceful hands to display them, then grasped a handful of green fabric and slightly raised the hem of her skirt as she looked towards the floor. "And I'd give anything to have little delicate hands and feet like you." Suddenly, our eyes met and we both giggled.

Ardaline said, "I know Kud-Ei would shake her head and say there's a lesson here for both of us." The normally shy elf's face then burst into an impish grin. She opened her eyes very wide and pretended to hold a tea cup in her hand. With her best Argonian imitation of our guild head, she stated, "When are you girls going to learn to be satisfied with what Mara gave you?"

"Oh," I had to stop laughing before I could talk, "I know. She'd probably say we wouldn't be happy unless we both had tails."

Ardaline grinned and beamed down at me with her pretty blue eyes. "I can't believe you're back! And a graduate of the University. Oh, Buffy, we simply must have a party for you once Kud-Ei returns."

It was only now that I noticed how empty the guild seemed. "Where is everyone?"

"Well, my guess is that Henantier is probably doing some sort of secretive experiments at home again. I haven't seen Carandial today. I expect he's poking around in that nearby ruin doing Ayleid research again. The stables would know.

"Oh, that's right. I did notice Carandial's bay missing this morning when I checked on Superian. And where's our wise Argonian leader?"

"Kud-Ei's visiting family in the Black Marsh for a couple weeks."

"By herself?" My eyes widened. "Doesn't she know how dangerous the roads are? The soldiers all say they're just not safe anymore. I can't tell you how many bandits and highwaymen I've encountered when traveling."

"You forget, Buffy. Kud-Ei is a master of illusion. When she wishes it, all of Nirn is blind to her passing. Further," Ardaline playfully stabbed at my chest with a long finger, "she avoids trouble instead of hunting it down like someone I know."

"So it's just us five girls for awhile?" I remarked, looking around.

"Not quite. Delphine just left early this morning for the University. She's getting some kind of an award." Ardaline giggled. "Knowing her, it's probably for some new spell that can make enemies explode. There is certainly nothing subtle about her magic. Aryarie is upstairs, I expect, with her nose in a book. Poor thing's been trying to get through 'Brief History of the Empire'."

"All four volumes?" I asked.

"Yes," Ardaline smiled, "I don't know why they call it 'brief'." Oh, and I think Ita Rienus is in the basement recharging a couple fire staves for Uravasa Othrelas; it seems the priests are still having trouble with ghosts in the undercroft."

"Thanks, Ardaline." I took in a deep breath, then cautiously and briefly hugged my friend again. "I think I'll head downstairs. I have some questions for Ita."

The guild's recharging specialist was indeed in the basement, standing before a table upon which rested two magical staves. "I see nothing's changed, Ita," I said as I approached. "Those priests have been killing ghosts below the chapel every week or so for as long as I can remember."

The burgundy-clad woman turned towards me to reveal pleasant features, marred only slightly by a rather mannish square jaw. Her face was framed by dark hair flecked with gray, an errant strand of which she now swept into place behind one round ear. She smiled warmly. "Hail, Buffy. Welcome back and congratulations, graduate." She nodded her head towards the staves on the table. "Yes, the priests are pretty good with those things."

"I'm afraid I skipped the classes on staves. My advisor, Boderi Farano, focused my skill training on selected spell effects to enhance bow fighting." I chuckled. "Remember that time Delphine asked the priests if they wanted her help to clear the undercroft?"

"Oh yes." Ita had the deep brown eyes of a doe, and they now sparkled. "They were wise to decline her offer. Delphine could certainly solve the problem, but I don't expect the priests would appreciate having Mara's chapel reduced to a pile of arcing, smoldering rubble."

Ita grasped one of the staves with both hands. Closing her eyes, white magicka traveled down her arms, expanding until it enveloped the length of the staff. After a few moments, the glow diminished, to be replaced by a soft red glimmer that briefly emanated from within the weapon. I watched, mesmerized as she repeated the process with the other staff. "There, those are done." Ita then looked my way with a tired smile and pointed above my head at the upper tip of my bow staff. "I'll need a few minutes to recover before I can recharge your weapon."

"Oh, no thanks, Ita. Daenlin and I went hunting this morning and I used the energy from our kill to recharge my bow." I then added hopefully, "I'm going through soul gems pretty fast though. Surely there must be a better way. Can you teach me to do what you just did?"

"I don't think you want that, Buffy." The Imperial shook her head for emphasis. "Recharging weapons is not a skill, it's a profession. Specialized training at the University is required. I was a battlemage before I answered the call to learn what you just observed. It requires one to give up all other forms of spell casting. That's a cost understandably too high for most mages."

"Ita," I began, "I-I had no idea the price you paid for your ability. I'm afraid I must agree that it would not be a path for me. I envy what you can do though."

"One gets used to it," the Imperial sighed. "I can achieve many of the same effects that you can, only through enchanted items and the wonders of alchemy. I simply cannot cast normal spells." Her brow furrowed in thought for a moment. "Hmm, let's see what we can do for you. You already know how to fill and use soul gems. Have you ever seen a Varla stone? They can completely recharge any weapons you carry, but are destroyed in the process."

"I have," I replied as I recalled my trek through Vilverin, "but they are so very rare to find, and exorbitantly priced to buy. Oh, and as you say, you can't reuse them. Are there any other ways? Perhaps you could. . . ."

"You can just stop those little wheels and mechanisms I see whirring behind your eyes, young lady." A wry smile belied her stern words. "I'm much too old to go traipsing through the forests behind a young wood nymph to keep her bow charged. Now, let me think for a moment." Ita lifted a hand and pressed two fingers against her cheek. "In our training, we learned of a powerful artifact. According to legend, the Daedra Lord Azura plucked a star from the predawn sky and enchanted it herself. It could capture and expel the energy of life without being destroyed in the process."

"Like a reusable soul gem?" My eyes popped open wide. "How could I get such an artifact?"

"Yes, I suppose it might work like a permanent soul gem. The risks to obtain such an item would likely be great, but perhaps if one could somehow please or impress Azura. . . Buffy, we're not even sure if the legend is true."

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed, "How would I curry favor with Azura?"

Ita chuckled. "I see you're like a hungry dog with a bone, my young friend. Very well then. Speak with Tar-Meena at the University. If she doesn't know, I'll bet she can dig up something in her texts that will help."

"Thanks Ita. With Kud-Ei gone and it being so quiet here, I think Superian and I will head back up to the University in the morning and pay Tar-Meena a visit."

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Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 24 2010, 04:41 PM

Boy, do I know the feeling! I guess that's why writing conversations are so much easier for me than writing combat!

Loved this chapter - a great visit to the Bravil chapter and a wonderful way to bring the MG chapterhouse residents to life. Has anyone noticed that the chapterhouse is just like a women's dorm at a private college? None of the men stay inside after curfew! That Kud-Ei is one heck of a resident advisor ('80's term for dorm mother - don't know what they're called these days).

What a wonderful way to bring Kud-Ei alive in her absence. Even though she is gone, her presence obviously permeates the chapter.

TBH, if they did a full-on version of a few thousand years of Imperial history, the number of volumes would make the Encyclopedia Britannica look feather-light!

And now we have something new for Buffy to pursue! While the Azura quest is a commendable one as Daedric quests go, how will Buffy deal with those vampires? The last two down in the bowels of the mine were hard to put down, with little room for real shooting, even with camouflage!

The BF just keeps getting better, like fine wine, balsamic vinegar, and cheddar cheese (better with age, though don't tell Buffy that!).

Posted by: hazmick Aug 24 2010, 05:10 PM

Guild party! Elves doing impressions of Ku-Dei, the mysteries of recharging being revealed and the quest for Azura's star is underway. Female Bosmer have a strange ability to attract danger and find an adventure even in Bravil and this particular Bosmer beauty is also never to be without an Argonian, yay!

Posted by: treydog Aug 24 2010, 07:48 PM

This is another wonderful addition to the Buffy story. She is definitely at her best when she is with friends.

Despite the light nature of the overall exchange, I sense that this moment reveals a deeper feeling of doubt within our bow-girl. Her paladin should assure her that plenty of "round-ears" find her quite beautiful just as she is...

And the explanation for why only some mages can recharge items without soul-gems or similar is a clever continuation of the lessons on the physics of magic in the BF.

And how wise of Ita to short-stop any Bosmeri idea of dragging around a "mobile charging station" on her adventures.

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 24 2010, 08:51 PM

My face was trapped between two breasts. "Mmphmh. . . ."
Some people would give anything to trade places with Buffy...

"When are you girls going to learn to be satisfied with what Mara gave you?"
Never.

A very sweet interlude with my favorite alchemist, Ardaline (yes, even over Falanu. Ardaline is just so sweet you cannot help but to love her). You used the conversation to good effect to bring us up to speed on the goings on of the guild members. Thanks to that, you make the guild seem like a place filled with real people who actually have lives and *shocked* do things. Unlike in the game where they all just stand around all day talking to each other.

Very interesting take on recharging magic items. You make me feel sorry for Ita though, that she cannot cast normal spells anymore. But I can see the reasoning behind that, otherwise every mage would be recharging their own items that way.

My goodness that picture of Ardaline and Buffy! She looks like Queen Kong! No wonder Ardaline is so self-conscious. One thing about the game I never liked was how insanely tall they make Altmer, especially the women. I modded my game to make them the same height as Nord women, because it drove me crazy when I played an Altmer.

It looks like my fishing may have borne a nibble. Azura it is I see... One of the things about the ES universe that always gives me troubles are the Nine and the Deadra Lords. They are presented so generic, and lack the same kind of myths that IRL deities have to bring them alive. For example Inanna's descent into the Underworld; Odin at Mimir's Well, or hanging from the World Tree- himself sacrificed to himself; Christ declaring "This is not my Father's house!", etc...

All they tell us of Azura is that she is the Lady of Dawn and Dusk, and that her realm seems to be a really pretty place. You got me thinking about it again at lunchtime, and what comes to mind is that dawn and dusk are liminal periods, when the world changes from one state to another. So I think Azura might be much like Hekate, who is a goddess of transitions, an edgewalker who steps fluidly from one world to the next. That ability is of course part and parcel to being a magician, so Azura might be a goddess of magic and initiatory rites. Likewise of death and rebirth, visions, and the crossroads (where one must choose which path to tread in life, deciding your own fate).


nits:
It she doesn't know, I'll bet she can dig up something in her texts that will help."
Looks like a wood nymph stole your if and replaced with an it.

Posted by: mALX Aug 25 2010, 03:00 AM

I loved your first version of Buffy Fiction - but I have to say Acadian - this is so much better!!!! That break you took has rejuvenated you!!! AWESOME !!!!!

Posted by: Olen Aug 25 2010, 07:09 PM

That was a good section of character and world building, you bring the guild to life as a place where people live but don't always stay at as they travel to learn. I liked hearing what they were all doing, it made good reading and gave them real characters and aims, rather than standing around casting the odd spell and waiting for the PC to need them.

Now off to see Tar-Meena and presumably then to azura's shrine which is definately a must for all characters who use enchantments because charging is expensive. Giving us a reason why it costs so much and why you can't do it yourself fills in a rather gaping hole well. It's another thing the unusual tone of this story does, it's both tied to the game but also divergant in other respects (character interactions and the living world), but uses game mechanics as a how to guide. Then occasionally it fills in holes. Certainly it makes complimetary reading.

Posted by: MyCat Aug 26 2010, 04:21 AM

Well they are High Elves

Also love the description of "nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure" Delphine Jend.

Anxiously awaiting the Azura daedric quest in which she gets another string in her bow, perhaps the last one she needs.

Posted by: Acadian Aug 27 2010, 03:47 PM

Chapter 21 was the second episode of our seven part miniseries, 'Child of Dawn'. Buffy and Ardaline each realized they are not alone in sometimes envying the appearance of others. Buffy then met with Ita Rienus, the Bravil guild recharger. After discussing and rejecting several possibilities to deal with the challenge of keeping her newly enchanted bow charged, Buffy decided the Daedra Lord Azura may be able to help.

Rider- The Bravil guild does indeed seem like a women's dorm! Yes, the two pretty elves are both dissatisfied with 'what Mara gave them'. Leave it to Kud-Ei, even from the Black Marsh to point that out to them. Thanks for the wonderfully kind words!

hazmick- Most of the important characters in Buffy's life are older and wiser. Ardaline is truly a peer - a young and unsure of herself elf, like Buffy. Goofy, giddy, girly slumber parties and all. Thanks!

treydog- Thank you. It is wonderful having the more mature Buffy sitting on my shoulder to help revise these older portions of her story. I have seen her gradually outgrow the self consciousness about her ears. She is also asking much harder questions that she did not ask in 1.0. "Why can't I learn to recharge my own weapons like Ita does?" is a reasonable question that forced us to ponder the issue.

SubRosa- 'Sweet interlude' - thank you so much. The mages guild, and particularly the Bravil chapter of course, is very important to Buffy the orphan. You are exactly right in assessing our reasoning on the ability to recharge weapons. It is a capability that Buffy can never learn, so we wanted to try and answer, 'why not?'. In some fairness to Ardaline looking so very, very tall - Buffy's height is modified down to the diminutive size of her male Bosmer brethren. So, a picture of the two of them together represents the tallest and shortest characters in her game. Yes, as you can see, Azura plays a role in our plot. Thank you so much for the nit so I could fix it.

mALX- I'm so glad you are enjoying 2.0. At first I was quite intimidated by the concept of heavy revisions, but I have now (with the help of Buffy and our wonderfully supportive friends here on the forum) come to embrace it. Her story will be very recognizable, but with (as you can see) some notable changes.

Olen- Thank you so very much for your kind assessment of the admittedly unique tone and nature of BF. Yes, as you say, we like very much to work with the game physics and mechanics, but beyond that, Buffy can and does take extraordinary liberties - as we will soon see.

MyCat- We have great fun when we write of or for Delphine Jend. She is quite the bubbly bundle of fireballs herself, as well as the Bravil chapter's fashionista. Very astute of you to note the basic tools that Buffy finds necessary to function as a mystic archer. She will need only one more type of trinketry after Azura's Star.

Raising my eyes from the campfire, I glanced westward beyond the peacefully grazing mare. The golden warmth that Superian and I had enjoyed for this last day of our journey was finally yielding to a chill in the air as the treetops of the Jerall Mountains finally claimed the sun. From my pack, I retrieved the copy of 'Modern Heretics' I had borrowed from Tar-Meena at the Mystic Archives. I turned to a key passage.

'. . .the times when Azura would hear petitions, from dusk to dawn, and that the offering required by Azura was glow dust.'

Reaching back into the pack, I exchanged my book for the required sample of will-o-the-wisp remains I had purchased from The Main Ingredient in the Market District.

Standing, I then walked the short distance past Azura's prayerful followers and presented myself before her shrine.

The stone form of a woman towered above me. Her arms were outstretched, a star in one hand and a crescent moon in the other. I reached up and placed my glow dust at Azura's feet, atop the round pedestal upon which she stood. Almost afraid to breathe, I stared up towards her face and waited.

"My hand attended the sunrise marking your birth." The feminine words of the Daedra Lord echoed from everywhere and nowhere. Her voice was somehow soothing, yet penetrated my consciousness as effortlessly as arrows passing through a ghost. "It was I who placed the inevitability of this meeting into your destiny. You are here to perform a service, which holds promise of discovery and reward. Long ago, five of my followers slew the vampire Dratik, but all were infected by the foul creature. Knowing their fate, they sealed themselves in the vampire's lair. Their suffering has weighed heavily upon me, for it has been almost a score of years since I touched your fate to preordain their salvation. Travel to the Gutted Mine. The door will open to you. Bring the peace of death to my followers, and you shall earn my gratitude."

I slowly retraced the few paces to my camp. I was torn between exhilaration and fear as I sat in front of the fire to think. Yes, I had been born at sunrise. The fact that Azura knew this, being a Daedra Lord and all, was no surprise. But why would she care about an insignificant she-elf from Bravil? And I wasn't sure at all that I liked the idea of someone touching my fate. I shrugged. Who could fathom the ways of a Daedra Lord?

Reaching for the copy of 'Modern Heretics', I again leafed through its pages and tried to focus on my purpose here.

'. . .quest, which, if completed, might have earned me the reward of Azura's Star, a Daedric artifact of legendary magical powers.'

Was this Azura's Star the same artifact Ita Rienus had spoken of? A reusable soul gem?

I granted that Ita had warned me of the risks. Tar-Meena had added her cautions as well. I knew little of vampires, having never encountered one. I had heard they possessed deadly strength and speed, favored dark places and could infect others with vampirism. I didn't remember my father at all, but apparently he was a hunter of them.

"Acadian," I began softly, "that we're here in pursuit of some artifact to help keep my bow charged is all my doing. I was so captivated by the idea, that I never asked your opinion. I'm sorry. Now you're stuck here with me, the eve before a battle with vampires. I don't mind telling you that I'm frightened, but of course you can feel that. I can't do this alone. I mean, I know you'll come with me wherever I go, but since I put us both at risk, I want it to be something we agree on. If you think it's a bad idea, my paladin, we will leave here at first light and not return." I stirred the fire with a stick, and stared at the flames for answers.

The paladin's initial response was a question. After a moment, I answered, "Well, I think so. My bow is powerful indeed, but it is for naught if I can't keep it charged. Being my only weapon, it eats a lot of soul gems. I don't know if there really is a good Daedric Prince, but from my research, Azura seems to come closest to that. Her task does indeed seem noble." I nodded my head. "Yes, Acadian. I do want this - but only if we're of one mind."

The moment I uttered the words, 'I do want this,' his decision was instant and unambiguous.

"Thank you, my paladin. I hope I know what we're doing."

A light snow was beginning to fall. I briskly rubbed my shoulders, then slipped on a ring that had a weak enchantment to help guard against the cold. I pitched a tent over my bedroll and staged Superian's tack, as well as my bow and quiver out of the weather. The campfire brightened and sparks jumped as I added several pieces of wood from the large pile I had gathered. Hopefully, the fire would survive the night.

I pulled the furs of a bear and wolf from Superian's saddlebags, then led the mare under the partial protection of a tree. With strips of leather, I carefully secured the bear pelt to her back for the night. Returning to the tent, I tugged off my clothes and crawled into the bedroll. After dragging the wolf pelt in with me, I twirled myself up into a little ball.

*

The morning sun provided scant warmth to augment the leather cuirass and greaves I wore. Snow crunched under hooves as we made our way up the short path to Gutted Mine.

When we arrived, I slid to the ground and patted Superian's shoulder as she rubbed the side of her long nose against my head. After a few moments, I steeled myself to approach the mine's entrance.

The ancient wooden door shimmered softly. Upon the touch of my hand, Azura's warding dissipated. As I drew the bow from my back, it responded with a brief glow of its own. The weapon had yet to be tested against a serious foe, but I was pretty sure that was about to change. I cast a spell, then blew a kiss over my shoulder to the massive pink glow that was now Superian.

I quietly entered the mine.

Patiently, I crouched in the cold dimness allowing my eyes to adjust. The air smelled of ancient dust, stone and the staleness of being sealed up for many years.

A subtle, but dark sensation grew within me, like vines silently grasping at the branches of a sapling. This feeling of an ominous presence was strangely familiar. I recalled the unforgettable sensation once before, as Superian and I had passed close to Castle Skingrad before my time at the University. I shrugged off the feeling now, as I did then, to perhaps something from my dinner that didn't agree with me.

A straight tunnel lay before me and there was one life sign ahead - distinctly humanoid. At the end of the tunnel, beyond the pink glow, appeared a soft flicker of light, perhaps from a wall torch or sconce. I crept forward.

The thin tautness against my shin alerted me, but not before the tripwire snapped. I frantically spun around and threw myself to the ground. After a moment, I lifted my face and looked back over my shoulder. I could see the spiked metal ball still slowly swinging from its chain. The trap had made little noise. Quietly regaining my feet, I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow.

The life sign ahead started moving towards me. The glow stopped, perhaps ten paces away, and I heard a voice that was as feminine as one could expect from an Orsimer. "Although you do not show yourself, I can smell your presence. Tell me, can you somehow sense me as well? Are the legends true?" I heard the unmistakably chilling sound of steel slowly scraping free of scabbard. The orc then resumed her advance.

Confused by her words and panicked at her approach, I lifted a glowing fist and disappeared. Pressing myself tightly against the shadowy wall of the stone tunnel, I tried to breathe silently.

The steel-clad orc slowly continued past me, long sword at the ready. Before she was ten paces beyond me, she stopped and sniffed the air.

I was glad my selection of arrows included both broadheads and a small number of arrows with bodkin-shaped hardened tips that were enchanted to weaken and pierce armor. Thanks to my partitioned quiver and the relentless drilling of Boderi Farano, I was quite adept at using differences in shaft length and fletching to quickly select my desired arrow.

I didn't wait for the orc to turn around. My arrow pierced the back of her cuirass and I was reaching towards my quiver for another. That the orc remained standing after being struck by the powerful bow was testimony to the stoutness of her race. The enchantments did stun her however. As she staggered to face me, the left side of her chest was pierced by my second arrow. The intentional off-center impact spun her around violently. Still, she remained on her feet.

As she again turned to face me, her roar of pain and rage echoed down the tunnel. Leveling the tip of her blade, she charged.

By now I had nocked my third arrow, opting for a riskier shot using a broadhead; however, at this range I knew I couldn't miss.

As soon as I released my bowstring, I heard facial bones cracking. The orc's head snapped back and the tail of my arrow, now deeply imbedded in her face, scraped the low ceiling of the tunnel. Dead on her feet, her massive body fell away from me. The pink glow was gone even before I heard the clatter of steel meeting stone.

Recasting my spell, I verified there were no nearby life signs. I slowly exhaled into the silence. Only then did I allow myself to feel, instead of just thinking and acting as I had been trained. Tremors of fear and relief washed over me as my heart gradually slowed its pounding. I lowered a hand to check, and noted with some satisfaction that my greaves were dry.

After several minutes in the dark, I slipped on a ring that provided a small radius of illumination around me. The ring of light was less bulky than a torch. It could also be quickly removed if necessary - faster than dispelling a cast light effect. I knelt to inspect the body.

The Orsimer features were strangely distorted and her skin was a pale green. So, Buffy, this is a vampire. I searched the body and collected some of the dust that covered her corpse. Removing the ring, I returned to the dim shadows. That strange sense of ominous presence had lessened with the vampire's death.

I recalled her words. She could smell me?

I had bathed in the cold waters of Lake Arrius just the day before. I ran my nose along one arm. After undoing a couple of the top buckles, I sniffed inside my cuirass. Finally, I whispered indignantly, "I hardly smell badly."

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 27 2010, 03:53 PM

Poor Buffy still can't tell the difference between smell and stink!!!

Posted by: Olen Aug 27 2010, 04:37 PM

Exciting, the fight was very good, it showed her using her brain to win the fight. All that training must be paying off though I noticed that she didn't use any poison or spells, just the bow. Nicely written too, lots of quoitables.

I shall restrain myself to just this line. I love it, and it fits her perfectly.


It appears she has some ability to sense vampires. And there's legends about it maybe. Could Azura be behind this, or perhaps a family thing seeing as her father hunted them. And what became of him anyway... There were enough hooks liad in this part to land a barrel of fish.

The final line is so Buffy.

Nit:
That strange sense of ominous presence had lessoned with the vampire's death. - lessened?

Posted by: hazmick Aug 27 2010, 04:41 PM

Finally, Buffy the vampire slayer. If she meets the count of Skingrad I hope she will control herself, he is such a kind person. I loved your description of wrapping Superian in bear fur, and the description of the vampires face.

Posted by: treydog Aug 27 2010, 04:41 PM

Delightful, evocative imagery in both these passages.





The training that no one at the Arcane wants to talk about- bladder control. Perhaps Buffy should follow one of the primary rules for reading Maxical- and Ada- and Adryn- and Edward- and Ra'Jirra before she enters dangerous places.

Buffy has a bit to learn about how vampires hunt- she needs to combine her knowledge of forest creatures with the fact that vampires are hunters, too. And all the best hunters (except men and mer) have superb olfactory senses.

The nugget that Buffy’s father was a vampire hunter adds a great deal to this quest.

Buffy's decision to consult her paladin after- not ignoring him- (perhaps becoming overly-focused on her goal?)- was a very nice touch. And his Socratic response- unwritten, but clear from the context, was also an illustration that our bow-girl is her own person, most definitely NOT a paper doll.

Nits:



The chill must have affected the typist’s fingers, as well…



For some reason, this does not scan for me. It was not the bow that allowed her to stand, but her innate strength. How about:

“That the orc remained standing even after being struck by the powerful bow was testimony….”



Probably preference rather than rule, but I would expect to see “cast” here.



“lessened”

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 27 2010, 06:03 PM

Like Buffy, I had no problem with the first vampire just within the entrance, and like Buffy, I killed her much the same way (attacking from ambush, not necessarily with a bow). Please tell Buffy to be careful - they get harder the deeper you go. The last two down in the bowels are difficult, mostly because the layout of the place makes it hard to get a clear shot from a safe distance. Perhaps Old Bones could be helpful? Just a suggestion.

That closing paragraph made me laugh out loud! How many of us have done just that? Oh, and checking the greaves for wet spots is classic Buffy! Whew, not this time, or she'd be far more stinky!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 27 2010, 07:06 PM

the treetops of the Jerall Mountains finally claimed the sun
This was a lovely turn of phrase.

I love how you worked Azura into Buffy's past, making this quest almost her birthright. It changes it from being just a quest to get a magic goodie to something personal. It also makes me wonder if we will see more of Azura in Buffy's future.

The use of the Resist Cold ring was a good touch for sleeping in the winter. It is one I have never gotten around to in the TF, but will be there sooner or later.

A subtle, but dark sensation grew within me, like vines silently grasping at the branches of a sapling. This feeling of an ominous presence was strangely familiar. I recalled the unforgettable sensation once before, as Superian and I had passed close to Castle Skingrad before my time at the University.
Dum, Da, Dum, Dum! Here is a bit of foreshadowing! One wonders if Buffy's strange feeling is somehow related to being touched by a Daedric Princess?

A heart-pounding battle with the first vampire! More foreshadowing of Buffy's strange feeling in her dialogue, and lovely touch of her being able to smell Buffy's warm blood. My only possible nit is on using the term bodkin for Buffy's armor-piercing arrows. Archaeology has found that bodkins were made of iron, so in spite of their drill-like shape, they were too soft to pierce armor. It was a relatively narrow, barbed type made of steel that the English appeared to use against armored targets. I suggest simply using a more generic term for Buffy's armor-piercers, as you do with her broad-heads.

And finally, dry greaves! Yay for Buffy!

Posted by: hazmick Aug 27 2010, 07:18 PM

By the Nine!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 27 2010, 07:43 PM

No, by Azura! by Azura, by Azura!

Posted by: hazmick Aug 27 2010, 07:57 PM

You should write a comedy.

Posted by: Winter Wolf Aug 28 2010, 11:15 AM

Now let me see, where was I?

Grey Melbourne day – check.
Hot cup of tea in hands – check.
Catching up on one of my favourite girls on the net – check.

Who said that only Kud-Ei could have that sort of fun?!!

18 -
I can see that Buffy is certainly progressing beautifully with her bow skills and illusion. Boderi is exactly the task master that Buffy needs. Combine that with the love and friendship of Daenlin and that is a deadly combination.

I remember when I first played Oblivion I could never understand the point of having a door in the Uni that I couldn’t use. Eventually I went to uesp and realized that it was part of the add-on. Lol.

I have been wondering for some time when the screenpics would come back?? I really miss that addition to the journal. Thanks for the Uni yearbook!!

19 –
A placid guard dog?!! That is certainly a first. There must have been a sedative in the deer meat he was stealing from the fire. Lol. It was a lovely idea to show more of the caring side of Buffy. She only kills when there is justification. Very interesting what you say about facing them unarmed. I must try that!


Delightful writing! After her meeting with Falcar I can understand Buffy’s apprehension.

20 –


A beautiful line!


A cool bit of background here. Daenlin doesn’t want to juggle soul gems and decides to palm the bow off onto his customers. At an exorbitant price, of course!


Buffy’s disconnected thinking and speech pattern always makes me smile. The depth of her character really comes across in your writing. Bravo!

21 –

Very clever interpose. It worked perfectly in the conversation!!

I also loved the smooth working in of the Azura quest. Everything here flows naturally onwards. Awesome!!

22 –
Delightful use of description in the Gutted Mine. You really nailed the creepy, claustrophobic feel of that place. And that first wire trap is something that all silent, sneaky characters seem to hit (at least those who do not use night-eye). The accidental tripping of it really allowed you to bring the first encounter alive, especially this –


Wow! The huge, female orc just about to turn around and face Buffy. That is a moment straight out of Hollywood. Very atmospheric!!


My first impression is that this is because Buffy used a wolf pelt to sleep under the night before.
Right or wrong? Now I am not sure!!

Sorry about the large post, brother. Have I been gone that long??!!

Posted by: mALX Aug 28 2010, 04:01 PM

That scene with the vampire was a huge opening for this quest - Awesome !!!!!

Posted by: Acadian Aug 30 2010, 05:08 PM

Chapter 22 was the third episode of our seven part miniseries, 'Child of Dawn'. Buffy entered the Gutted Mine on behalf of Azura. The words of the Daedra Lord, and Buffy's first ever encounter with a vampire left her quite confused by things she doesn't understand.

Foxy- Buffy is quite concerned about what she might smell like to these vampires - and confused as to why they can smell her at all.

Olen- Thank you for highlighting this: "I hope I know what we're doing." I smile when I contrast that to her words from back in chapter two as I realize how much Buffy is growing: "Acadian, I sure hope you know what we're doing."

Her fight with the vampire was indeed pure bow. Things moved a little too quickly to apply a poison, and she often makes mistakes when she gets rattled or surprised. My hope was also to demonstrate that a lesser bow may have caused Buffy to lose that fight. I love your reference to laying lots of hooks. Buffy is horribly confused and will become more so before answers are forthcoming to her. I am hoping her readers are able to share in some of her confusion at this point. One thing I will confess is that we have no plans to delve into the mystery of Buffy's father. He is presumed missing as a result of his dangerous profession.

hazmick- I'm glad you liked the 'horse blanket'. I was trying to use Buffy's actions to show both the cold and how much she cares for her precious mare. Thanks so much for catching my typo.

treydog- Thank you for the wonderful words. Although Buffy revealed her father to be a Breton vampire hunter in chapter one, that was such a long time ago, and considering the current context of a pending vampire fight, I thought it wise to mention here as well. More coming up on how and why those pesky vampires seem to be able to smell Buffy. Similar to King Rislav's 'Call of Corsair', we will be manipulating small threads of lore into a hopefully plausible tapestry of Buffy Fiction. Thank you for the nits. I so appreciate you pointing them out so I could fix them.

Rider- I'm touched at your concern for Buffy as she progresses into the more dangerous parts of that mine - tough indeed for a no-melee archer. No doubt, Buffy will learn from her first fight and adapt. I expect she will make some mistakes as well - especially if she gets rattled. That her greaves are dry so far, is encouraging methinks. Thank you!

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind words. Yes, foreshadowing. From the uncomfortable feeling passing Castle Skingrad to events well beyond Book 1. Aside from hopefully earning a nifty trinket, Buffy will learn something about who she is. What she learns will not dominate her story, it will simply become a part of her.

Bodkins. I worked with your suggestions and will continue as we move forward. I had used the term 'bodkin points' without elaboration to try and save some words. I agree that 'bodkin points' is a pretty precise term that could certainly conjure iron earth arrows. I will try and use terms that better and more generically describe the aspects that pierce armor in BF:
1. Hardened materials or alloys that avoid excess brittleness. Tamriel has plenty of that.
2. A slender pointed tip that is short enough to avoid being bent or broken on impact. I actually quite like the root word 'bodkin' (dagger, awl, piercing tool, needle) to concisely describe the general shape while retaining a 'medieval fantasy' feel. Bodkin sounds better than sharp pointy thing to me. Similarly, excess use of 'armor piercing' reminds me of depleted uranium antitank rounds.
3. As arrowhead material becomes more sophisticated, so does armor. The equalizer is a mild disintegrate armor enchantment on the arrows themselves. Expensive, but worth it when needed.
As always, you really make me think through things. Thank you so much for your suggestions and helping me to improve BF!

Wolf- Thank you so much for the wonderfully encouraging words, my friend. That vampires can smell Buffy is not related to her warm blood or sleeping wrapped in a wolf pelt. Buffy is quite confused and more than a little concerned about that. More clues coming up.

mALX- Thank you for the kind words regarding the fight! I tried to build it around a very clear, even cinematic image in my mind.

As I crept into the small cavern, a pair of life signs began to glow from beyond the walls around me. I turned down a corridor to my left, but quickly discovered it was a dead end. Retracing my steps, I paused as I noted the only other exit from this chamber. The life signs were quite close within the maze of tunnels. I could hear women's voices echoing quietly through the rock, and strained to listen.

"Do you smell it, Nille? The scent of nightshade flowers where none grow."

"Aye, and it frightens me, for we both know who and what that hearkens. That which we have waited so long for now draws nigh. Only Our Lady Azura could unseal the wards to this wretched mine. I want the foul darkness that infests us destroyed - I want to fully die at last."

"I feel the same, sister. My spirit aches for salvation, yet I know the beast within me will try to kill the very messenger of death that Our Lady so mercifully sends."

"Please, Azura, allow the vampires within us to fall today. Let's go, Avita."

The glows were now moving my way and I didn't have time to deal with the swirling questions in my head. As they drew closer, the uncomfortable sensation that I now believed alerted me to vampires grew stronger.

I crouched and waited. The two glows rounded a stony corner and emerged in the same cavern as I. Forming a soft emerald globe, I loosed it at the closer vampire.

As the magic of illusion engulfed my target, the spell momentarily displayed the fur of her armor. She raised a short sword and snarled at her companion, "Jump on my blade while you can!"

The other vampire frantically shouted, "Nille! I'm on your side!" She then drew a dagger and spiked a fist above her head. I recognized the burst of white magic as a shield. As it descended, her simple skirt and blouse were briefly illuminated.

With the arcane display of lights complete, the mine was plunged again into near darkness. It was difficult to follow the cursing, swirling pink glows. I poisoned a broadhead arrow, set it to the nock and waited. Blades clashed repeatedly amidst cries of pain and anger.

The dance suddenly stopped with a loud moan, as one of the life forces faded and fell. I immediately loosed my arrow into the remaining glow. She was knocked to the ground, her short sword clattering across the stone floor of the mine. Before I could nock another arrow, she spoke to me. "My spirit will soon be free." The voice was Nordic, but soft and pained. "I thank you for my salva. . . ."

Her pink glow had yielded to my poison.

I quivered the arrow, then refreshed my spell. There were no life signs within range. The dark presence I felt was weaker - but not gone.

I donned my ring of light. The faces of the Imperial and Nord women were clearly disfigured. It was easier to see the vampiric characteristics on these women than it had been on the orc. Their skin color was odd. It was not the creamy white that one saw on noble ladies who despised the sun kissing their skin; rather, the vampires' complexions were almost a pale gray. The gaunt hollowness of their lower faces emphasized prominent cheekbones. With my thumb, I lifted the upper lip of one of the women to reveal small fangs. Similarly, I raised an eyelid to display an unusual pink eye color. These were features I would not forget.

By now I was convinced that I could sense vampires, and that they could smell me. The idea terrified me - the bowgirl who relied so heavily on remaining hidden. Nightshade? There was none currently in my pack, nor did any of my current batch of poisons contain its lethal toxin. I tried to console myself. Nightshade was pretty, and there were certainly worse smells to be associated with - troll dung or a beached slaughterfish in the sun came to mind.

As I collected vampire dust from the corpses, a thought occurred. Daenlin had taught me how to disguise my scent when hunting. It wasn't a very pleasant thing, but I wondered. . . . I rubbed myself down with vampire dust, then slid off my ring and melted back into the dark stone walls.

After more searching of the mine I found myself in another small chamber. Even through the rock walls between us, I knew the glow on the other side was a vampire. Exploring the tiny cavern revealed two dead ends and a rope with a weighted handle hanging from the ceiling. I pulled it, then quickly faded back into shadow. Part of the rock wall lowered, to the sound of stone scraping stone.

After the dust created by the moving rocks settled, I quietly proceeded into the newly revealed tunnel. The vampire's glow had retreated deeper into the mine. I wondered if my scent disguise was working, or if perhaps I was being led into a trap.

I cautiously entered the next chamber. This one was softly illuminated by several flickering candle lamps suspended from the ceiling.

The retreating vampire had joined the newly blossomed glow of another. They were quite near, but obscured by numerous support beams, tangled tree roots and rocky outcroppings. Getting a clear shot here would be difficult. I studied the pair of glows while pondering how to deal with this.

One of the shapes was very tall and slender like a high elf. The other was almost as tall, but quite massive - perhaps a Nord or Orsimer.

Patience bore fruit, as one of my foes crept into view. With her bow drawn, she scanned the cavern suspiciously. She was indeed an Altmer, and clad in a black robe. A green trail swirled from my fingertips and blended with the pink glow. Convinced to temporarily join my cause, she shouldered her bow, drew a short sword, and charged back towards her massive companion, yelling threats.

My right hand sought the quiver on my back, then hovered indecisively. It was Acadian that guided my fingers to the tail of an arrow that could pierce heavy armor. They were expensive and there were only a few in my quiver, but I didn't question his judgment. We didn't know what might come out of that cavern and it was best to be ready for anything. The slender, hardened tip was enchanted to weaken armor at the point of impact and improve penetration. I quickly coated the arrowhead with poison and fitted the nock to my bowstring.

By now the two vampires had set upon each other. The tall slender glow of the Altmer that I had commanded was quickly extinguished. The remaining vampire had not only summarily killed her, but was now racing my way!

Posted by: D.Foxy Aug 30 2010, 05:14 PM

Ah, HEAT warheads on arrows, eh? Quite the touch friend Acadian!!

Posted by: SubRosa Aug 30 2010, 05:36 PM

I liked the eavesdropped interaction between the two vampires. We both learn more clues about Lady Nightshade, a.k.a Buffy the Bowgirl Vampire Slayer, and had the opportunity to see the pair as people rather than simple monsters. The reference one makes to the beast within her was classic vampire lore. A good touch to add as it explains that they are driven to commit horrors by something monstrous within them which they cannot control.

We also see an example of excellent tactics to use in the game. Cast a Frenzy on one of a pair, then wait in hiding and shoot the one that is left.

At the first mention of Daenlin teaching Buffy to disguise her scent, I was wondering if she was going to cover herself in deer urine!

The idea of Disintegrate Armor on an arrow is an excellent one! The game has arrows that do elemental damage in it already. It would be natural though for all manner of effects to be possible. How about a Damage Fatigue arrow on a blunt point (knockout arrows), or a Dispel Magic arrow to use against people wearing bound armor, weapons, or shield spells? Sadly they do not give us any way of enchanting arrows ourselves. Sounds like a good idea for a mod though...

Posted by: mALX Aug 30 2010, 05:45 PM

I always get excited about Buffy using the frenzy - and never remember to do it when playing! ARGH! Great addition to the series!

Posted by: treydog Aug 30 2010, 05:46 PM

This was an exciting continuation to the quest for Azura’s Star. I liked everything about it, from the revealing dialogue between two of the vampires, to Buffy’s contemplation of her apparent “vampire-sense.”

The combined magic and archery show that our elf has learned some useful tactics.

Perhaps the most “Buffy” moment of all was:

"Well, perhaps I smell, but at least I don’t stink!"

And, to quote mALX- Cliff-hanger! AARGH!

Posted by: DarkZerker Aug 30 2010, 06:09 PM

Loves it!!

This chapter catches Buffy's true persona. And I always wondered what vampires did when you cast a Frenzy spell and now I know...

Posted by: haute ecole rider Aug 30 2010, 06:43 PM

Outstanding description of the quest. I think you did a great job describing the mess that is the basement of the mine. Buffy's Frenzy spell is one I never think to use when confronting more than one enemy. Geez!

And another cliffhanger! Don't keep us waiting too long!

Posted by: hazmick Aug 30 2010, 06:44 PM

It's important to improve penetration, wait...ignore that.

that was a good chapter, brilliant descriptions of spells and arrowheads. rubbing vamp dust on Buffy was a good touch, and a new fashion statement perhaps? we'll see.

The vampires talking to one another and asking for death was a good touch, quite emotional.

Posted by: Olen Aug 30 2010, 10:20 PM

Exciting stuff there, quite a choreographed feel to it and some clever use of tactics. Well described too which was most enjoyable. Disintegrate armour on an arrowhead, there's an idea. You could even put frenzy on one, or turn undead (there's a spell I never think to use).

Oh dear. That's sooo last year. Just everyone uses nighteye now, it's the in thing.

My only slight confusion was at the vampires, while I liked the way you showed them as people and understand that they might attack prey on sight I don't get why, given that they want to be defeated, they didn't damage their own equipment or something like that to make them easier to kill (or kill eachother even?). Just an observation.

Posted by: Zalphon Sep 1 2010, 11:47 PM

Another Buffy Chapter, another laugh.

Posted by: Remko Sep 2 2010, 11:27 AM

Bring peace to the poor tormented vampires.... okies *twack*
Wonderful as always

Posted by: Acadian Sep 2 2010, 03:45 PM

Chapter 23 was the fourth episode of the seven part 'Child of Dawn'. Buffy continued deep into Gutted Mine, destroying vampires on behalf of Azura. We left the bowgirl with a cliffhanger; it seemed she was being charged by a very large, very fast vampire.

All- Buffy did indeed major in illusion at Boderi's Academy of Mystic Archery. The take away of course is that she is getting rather adept at manipulating the minds of her foes in a variety of ways. Although similar in some ways to frenzy, she was actually using the command humanoid effect in the above episode. A frenzied target will attack the nearest actor, requiring distance considerations to ensure the target does not attack Buffy. It works of course, but can be a tad risky in close quarters. A commanded target will only attack Buffy's enemies - even leaving her side to seek out nearby foes. If there are no nearby enemies, the commanded target simply stands calmly, allowing Buffy to attack up to three times before turning hostile.

I try to resist saying something like 'cast a command humanoid spell', although I came close at the end of the above story with: 'The tall slender glow of the Altmer that I had commanded was quickly extinguished.' I suspect any confusion may have been a combination of my vague wording the first time Buffy used the spell, and the well-known popularity of frenzy for starting fights. Forgive me for perhaps being a touch vague in describing the effects of her spells sometimes - I will try to creatively and more accurately suggest the intended effect in the future, thanks to the wonderful feedback here.

Foxy- Thank you. When fighting heavy metal foes, and I caution Buffy that a longbow is a poor tool for piercing plate armor, she smirks, reaches into her quiver and says, "Watch this!" - I just had to figure out a somewhat plausible explanation.

SubRosa- Thank you so very much for drawing out the tortured duality of those vampires. Nille and Avita hated what they were, but struggled unsuccessfully against the urges and self preservation of the beasts within. They found themselves unable to undermine or intentionally lose the fight to Buffy.

Disguising herself while hunting - yup, you were thinking just like Buffy; she couldn't find any vampire urine, so she settled for their dust. It seems a little inconclusive, but Buffy thinks it worked.

I thank you for the inspiration you provided that led us to come up with disintegrate armor as part of the whole armor piercing arrow explanation.

mALX- Thank you! Buffy forgets lots of things in the heat of battle too, but her focus is on bow + illusion so she usually does ok with those. She has trouble trying to remember that sometimes a summons can help though, so we know what you mean.

treydog- Thank you. Yes, I was hoping for some display of her fancy University training as well as trying to deepen the mystery - or in her case raving confusion - over the whole business of vampires and how they relate to Buffy. Despite being in a scary dungeon with more important things to worry about, Buffy was relieved that if she had to smell, at least it was like a pretty (albeit lethal) flower.

Zerker- I'm so glad you're enjoying this!

Rider- Thank you. Your warnings to not underestimate that dungeon are wise indeed. As you say, it's a tough layout with a tough crowd. Whew! It looks like four of the beasts are down. By Buffy's count, only one left. How hard can it be? *nervous gulp*

hazmick- Thanks! I'm so glad you enjoyed Buffy's tricks, and that we were able to bring a little depth to the vampires.

Olen- Thanks of the nice words on tactics. On night eye, Buffy's preference in dungeons is to use ambient light, seeing her world primarily as pink glows. Her vulnerability with this is approach is traps - by moving slowly and knowing this weakness, she can usually (ouch) find them before they find her. She carries a couple torches and her rings of light and night eye. She typically eschews the torches and dons one of the rings only when needed. In this case she wanted to see the true colors as she examined her defeated foes, unhindered by that blue cast. She tends to use the night eye ring when she needs to examine something, and there are foes nearby - also for underwater work sometimes. Night eye is certainly a wonderful tool though.

The vampires longed for defeat indeed. I suspect they were extremely limited in their ability to undermine themselves for several reasons:
1. The humanity that remained within them was overpowered by the powerful urges and survival instincts of the vampiric beasts within.
2. If they gave up or killed each other off, the quest would be no fun.
3. If they took off their armor and attacked in their underwear, it would add a severely humorous aspect to a serious quest.

Zalphon- Thanks! I'm glad you're finding some humor in our bowgirl's misadventures.

Remko- Thank you for the kind words!

The pink glow was big all right - and despite the rattle and metallic clanking that sounded like plates of heavy armor, the vampire was approaching at an astonishing speed.

As he stormed from his cavern and presented a clear shot, I drew the silk bowstring to my cheek and loosed the enchanted arrow. The slender, hardened arrowhead pierced the steel of the orc's cuirass with a small burst of orange magic. The impact, along with my bow's enchantment, stopped the armored monster in his tracks. I could see his green skin darkening, as my poison quickly flowed into his body. My hand was already sliding a second arrow of the same type from my quiver.

The bow's drain speed effect was powerful, but of short duration. The orc shook his head as if to dispel confusion, then resumed his charge.

By the time he advanced a few more paces, I had loosed my next arrow. He again staggered briefly, then relentlessly continued his rush towards me.

He was too close for a third arrow now. The dancing cobra, that had decisively turned the tide of several fights to my favor, swirled from the fingertips of my right hand. In addition to its poison-like damage I figured it would put the orc on the ground for a few seconds - long enough for me to bring my bow to bear again and even call forth a command spell if needed.

I stood in horror as the vampire ignored the paralyze effect, his charge unabated. Pale red eyes clearly reflected torment and fury as the long sword in his right hand swept straight out to one side, preparing to swing.

My left hand came up as Daenlin had taught me. Simultaneously, Boderi Farano's training caused white magic to flash into my bow, strengthening it to meet the oncoming attack. I braced myself to block, even as I began to form a spell that could command the vampire.

The orc's horizontal slash mercifully slammed into one of the nearby wooden support beams with a thunderous explosion of splinters and dust. The mountain of green flesh and heavy armor bearing down on me however, did not stop. His body struck my reinforced bow and I was swept from my feet. The growing spell in my right hand fizzled as the vampire's momentum drove both of us into the wall behind me.

There was a flash of light, then I was swallowed by silent blackness.

I was fighting to breathe as I awoke under a crushing weight. Struggling, I managed to push and shove the dead monster that covered me until I could gratefully fill my lungs. Then I kicked and wormed my legs out from underneath the orc until I was able to sit up. I drew both knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. My shaking became uncontrollable, then turned to sobs.

Tears eventually yielded to the realization that I sensed no more vampires here.

Everything hurt. A pair of soothing potions eased some of the pain. I ran both hands over myself to make sure I still had all my parts. There was a small amount of blood from around my neck and right shoulder - probably just scratches. Miraculously, nothing seemed broken. Boderi had insisted that my bow-blocking spell include a shielding effect for my body. I figured that explained why I had survived being caught between a charging orc and a rock wall. And yes, somehow my greaves were still dry.

I stared, in awed amazement, at the body of the orcish vampire sprawled next to me. Extending my thumb and fingers as I counted, I tried to add up how much it had taken to kill him: Whatever harm his companion did; one poison; two arrows, each with my powerful bow's enchantments; and finally, the venom from Cobra's Dance. I slowly shook my head, figuring he must have died about the time he drove me into that wall.

"Worthy foes? I damn well guess they are!" I inspected the mighty bow that had staggered, delayed, knocked down, burned and killed its way through this den of vampires. I would not have survived with a lesser weapon. Even now, it was undamaged and had over half its powerful charges remaining. It didn't seem right to thank Mara for the dark magic I had employed to enchant the bow, but I certainly had no lingering doubts about my choices.

I tried standing. My head began to swirl and I quickly grasped a support beam to steady myself. I could feel something else. . . coursing through me, as if carried by my very blood. Something evil. I cast my healing spell several times. My arms, legs and even my head felt better, but the sick feeling was still there.

I looked at the dead vampire before me and was struck by a chilling thought. Was I a vampire now? Would I need to seal up the exit and spend eternity here in the cold tunnels of Gutted Mine? I opened my mouth and ran my fingers along my teeth - no fangs. How much time did I have?

My mind started racing. Who would take care of Superian? Would Acadian stay with me? What about - Buffy, stop it! Take a deep breath and think.

I took my advice.

Ok. I remembered from my restoration classes that vampirism was a disease. Could it be cured? I quickly dug through my pack until I found the root of a mandrake plant. I hoped it would purge this disease as it had cured other minor illnesses for me. After a few bites, I chased the bitter taste with another soothing potion. Quickly, I could feel my body rejecting the evil. "Thank you, Mara," I whispered.

I turned my attention back to the orc, I recalled him charging right through Cobra's Dance. It had very nearly cost my life to learn that vampires cannot be paralyzed. A search revealed an ancient parchment note around his neck. I carried it closer to one of the suspended candle lanterns.

'My name is Ghola gro-Muzgol. My companions' names are Aranalda, Nille Elf-Daughter, Avita Cassiana, and Umar gra-Khar. The vampire Dratik died by our hands, but the price was dear. Those into whose hands we have fallen, we thank you, and pray your favor. We served Lady Azura. Bring these, our last words, to Her Shrine. We praise Her with the full fountain of our devotion. Our destinies were written in the stars, that our souls and reason be slain, and our world lost forever. None can escape Her Fate. But let us be remembered at Her shrine, and in the hearts of Her servants. It is only by fate that any life ends, and only by chance that it is mine. . . not yours.'

The cutting edge of Ghola's long sword was still deeply embedded in the support column that had intervened on my behalf. With both hands on the grip, and one foot against the wooden beam, I tugged and wrestled the blade free. Gently, I laid it next to the noble orc who had come so close to killing me. "Be at ease, Ghola, you are free now." I then commended his spirit, and those of his companions to both Mara and Azura.

I hoped that the chamber in which Ghola had killed that Altmeri archer - I guessed from the note that her name was Aranalda - was the last area of this mine to be searched. Perhaps I would find answers there. So much had happened that I didn't understand. "Acadian, although you can't read my mind, I know that you can see my actions and feel what I feel. Can you sense the discomfort within me when vampires are near?"

He could.

"It seems they can detect me as well, only by scent - they said I smell like nightshade to them. Remember that first orc asked me if the legends were true? Those two women I overheard called me a messenger of death. Acadian, all this is making my head spin! Do you understand any of it?"

The old paladin was as mystified as I, which further deepened my concern.

"Who am I?" I then shuddered as I added what was probably a better question: "What am I?"

From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot624.jpg

Posted by: D.Foxy Sep 2 2010, 03:59 PM

Woo eee...


Ok, heart pounding less now. Can write...

PHEW that was...CLOSE!!!


And I LOVED that screenshot. How the heck did you make that Orc so big? He's easily THRICE Buffy's weight!!! And how did you get that pose???

Posted by: treydog Sep 2 2010, 04:13 PM

Acadian! Please don’t scare me like that! First, the charging mountain of a vampire-orc smashes into our tiny elf. (My greaves stayed dry after that- barely.) And then she finds blood- on her neck!- and I’m thinking “Oh, dear,” (or words to that effect.) And now she feels something swimming in her veins. Thank the Nine for her University training and the mandrake root.

As is so often the case, if I highlighted everything I liked, I would simply reprint the entire episode. But if I must choose:

That is so typical of our bow-girl- thinking of her horse and her paladin…. But then we see her growing ability to use reason instead of simply reacting.



Simply wonderful.



One problem solved, and a deeper mystery presents itself.

This whole installment was brilliantly written. I think I need to go lie down until my heart stops trying to gallop out of my chest.

Posted by: mALX Sep 2 2010, 04:32 PM

I love that screenshot !!!!!! It took me forever to see Buffy - HOW did you do that? ARGH! AWESOME chapter!!!!

Posted by: Zalphon Sep 2 2010, 04:46 PM

"I cast my healing spell, my legs, my arms, even my head felt better. But the sick feeling was still there." Excellent view on how heal spells work.

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 2 2010, 05:22 PM

When fighting heavy metal foes,
This made me imagine Buffy fighting Judas Priest or Iron Maiden...

The slender, hardened arrowhead pierced the steel of the orc's cuirass with a small burst of orange magic. The impact, along with my bow's enchantment, stopped the armored monster in his tracks. I could see his green skin darkening, as my poison quickly flowed into his body.
A very eloquent way of describing the armor-piercing arrow, as well as the game mechanic of turning green when poisoned.

Phew, that was a close fight! Poor Buffy learned that vampires are immune lots of things, including paralysis, and learned the full value of Boderi's training. Likewise, she was a smart vampire hunter, and brought a cure disease with her her.

Finally, we leave Buffy confronting this new, strange relationship she has with vampires. You certainly leave plenty of room open there!

Posted by: hazmick Sep 2 2010, 06:41 PM

phew, too close. I know she will reject the idea of a sword but could you have a word with Buffy about getting something to re-enforce her bow---even if it's a dagger or some destruction magic.

good screenshot to finish, more please.

Posted by: Olen Sep 2 2010, 10:47 PM

Now that was an exhilerating part. And a lesson in vampire killing, have a cure disease on hand and don't rely on paralysis. Though she did remember the most important detect creature. Still a very good fight, having Buffy win it somewhat by luck certainly makes her seem less invulnerable.

And then more mystery. What is this connection with vampires? I'll certainly be reading to find out.

Posted by: Remko Sep 3 2010, 11:25 AM

1st. of all, brilliant. Loved the way Buffy handled the vampires
2nd. Hilarious screenshot

Posted by: Acadian Sep 5 2010, 04:08 PM

Chapter 24 was part five of Buffy's seven part miniseries, 'Child of Dawn'. She managed to kill the final vampire in Gutted Mine for Azura, yet her frustration continues to grow. She can still make no sense of the confusing things she is learning about herself as it relates to vampires. She hopes for some answers in the final chamber of this mine.

Foxy- Thanks! The screenshot took heavy command console work to get, since Buffy actually did that quest so very long ago. We restyled Buffy's hair and equipped her with low level gear. We resurrected Ghola, killed him, added low level gear to his inventory, then had him equip it. Buffy is small - rather than the 1.0 of a Bosmer woman, she is 0.9 like a Bosmer man. We then bumped the orc up to 1.2 for the shot (1.1 is Altmer size) for a dramatic effect. Finally, we have a pair of posing mods (Actors in Charge and OSR) that helped Buffy get into position. I'm so glad several readers enjoyed it.

treydog- Thank you for picking up on all the things I was trying to do here. The next chapter provides some of the answers Buffy seeks.

mALX- I'm so glad you enjoyed the screenie. Buffy is quite the little poser and seems to enjoy our 'photo session quests'. Her play is well ahead of her story, so we are not advancing her game when we go out. Rather, we are enjoying sessions that involve studying the scenery/NPCs to support the story, clearing non-quest dungeons, visiting her friends throughout Cyrodiil and photo shoots. She is also much more active in the writing and editing of her journal, and normally sits on my shoulder as we work.

Zalphon- I'm glad you enjoyed Buffy's description of how her healing spell worked. Thank you.

SubRosa- Thanks again for your help in improving how armor piercing arrows can work in BF. Yes, the turning green when poisoned, like 'zooming in' with her bow, is a nod to how her game works - thanks for your support on that stuff. I know we walk a unique line between reality and TES fantasy. Thank you for the compliment on the fight. Having listened to the masters here, I visualized the scene, then wrote what Buffy and I saw.

hazmick- Thank you so much for your concern about our fragile glass cannon. Buffy is quite touched. Embracing bow and magic in Buffy's world means some compromises. She will never be very good with fire/ice/lightning or armor, for example, and will continue to eschew any weapon besides her bow. Her potential for a direct damage spell lies in her natural abilities with restoration. She promises to develop a strong absorb heath on-touch spell for underwater fighting and emergencies that illusion can't solve.

Olen- Thank you. The many obstacles in that dungeon are frustrating for a ranged attacker. We decided to let one of those wooden support beams actually help Buffy. Fortunately for her, the orc chose to try a wide slash in a confined area rather than a thrust.

I so appreciate your (and everyone's) patience as we have built up some mystery, and hopefully let you share in Buffy's confusion regarding vampires and how they relate to her. I promise some answers in the following episode as we delve into an odd blend of TES and BF that is uniquely Buffy.

Remko- Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed how Buffy survived the vampires, and her screenie.

A search of the final chamber within Gutted Mine revealed a dust-covered stone coffin and an ancient text. I lit both the nearby wall torches and sat down with the book. Opening it, I found fragile parchment pages quilled in what appeared to be blood:

I was born Dratik, at the dawn of the Third Era when Tiber Septim ruled the newly united provinces. As the son of a wealthy noble in the Court of Cheydinhal, I was privileged, and wanted for nothing. As I grew to maturity, I was blessed by Arkay to capture the heart of a raven-haired maiden with flashing ruby eyes and silken blue-emerald skin. Sadene and I were soon joined, and rendered each other complete.

As time passed, our passion intensified, and any separation became intolerable. We became obsessed with any threat to our togetherness, including untimely death or even the natural expiration of our long Dunmeri lives. We grew determined to conquer mortality.

As word of our inquiries and research traveled, we were not surprised one morning to discover a parchment had been slid under our door. The cryptic invitation was accompanied by a map to Redwater Slough, well to the south.

It took several days to reach the cave, but behind its bloodstained door we found our answers.

We readily accepted Hindaril's offer, and joined the Altmer's den of vampires. The clan included almost a dozen, but Sadene and I were the only two turned to darkness by Hindaril himself. He gave us the full gift of his ancient line - eternal life.

Hindaril explained that the immortality we enjoyed was not absolute.

Ancients were well-advised to deal cautiously with Daedra Lords, for should they direct it, we could be destroyed by their followers. It was, after all, from the loins of Malog Bal and the rape of a Nedic virgin that all vampires originally spawned - at least according to Hindaril.

The only other threat to an ancient was to suffer defeat in combat at the hands of a Slayer. Every vampire instinctively knew the threat posed by these mysterious women, and our keen senses recognized the scent that announced their presence. They could detect us well. How they did so was unknown, since masking our scent could not deter them. Slayers often possessed minor powers that aided them in battle. They could not be turned to vampirism; porphyric hemophilia, when contracted, simply produced severe illness until cured. Hindaril proudly proclaimed that over the centuries, he had killed two Slayers.

As Sadene and I began to discover our power, the newly heightened senses we enjoyed impassioned not only our lovemaking, but fueled a rampaging bloodlust. We reveled in the slaughter of men and mer under the stars, and for over a decade, our immortality allowed the unopposed carpeting of eastern Cyrodiil with blood.

Whispered rumors began to drift up from the wounded land that our reign of terror had attracted the attention of the Slayer, Vianele.

As Sadene and I traversed a small meadow one night, the sweet deadly scent of nightshade announced the approaching threat. The small Breton suddenly appeared in the moonlight, and lifted a glowing hand. As she opened her fist, a brief burst of sunlight burned our eyes, skin and minds. By the time we recovered, she had reappeared behind us. Flashing a pair of flaming blades and moving like a cat, she turned upon my love.

Knives of blue ice flew from the fingertips of Sadene's off hand, while her short sword parried many of the Slayer's fiery slashes and thrusts. I answered the attack with my katana, powered by vampiric strength and speed.

I paid the ultimate price for victory that night. My precious elf, along with our dream of everlasting love, lay destroyed in my arms.

I loosed a roar to Masser and Secunda that shook the very trees. My fangs tore into the soft, still warm throat of the dead Slayer to feed my rage and try to gain some of her power. Immediately, I spat her blood from my mouth as it seared my lips and throat.

Dawn was approaching. I waited to embrace the sun with Sadene, that it might claim me as well. Although her body turned to dust and slipped through my fingers under the early burning rays, no such relief would come for me. I roared in pain as my skin burned and blistered, but death still avoided me. Finally, the searing torture forced me into a nearby cave. My charred flesh regenerated in the darkness as I waited for night to fall.

Empty and alone, I returned to Redwater Slough.

Immortality was suddenly an endless nightmare of loneliness. From the depths of my despair, spawned hatred for Hindaril. It was he who had given Sadene and I this gift, now turned curse.

I set upon him with my katana, but a battle between two ancients could not deliver the death I now sought. His skill exceeded my own however, and I was driven from the cave.

My night wanderings eventually yielded to permanent refuge in a ruin that had been named Fanacas by the Ayleids. I became obsessed with ending the curse of an everlasting life without she who gave it meaning. All thoughts and effort were bent to this task.

I reasoned that if cured, I could cast my life aside and join Sadene. The witches of Glenmoril were believed to know the secrets of curing vampirism. A midnight visit however, revealed they knew not how to cure an ancient. In my rage, I slew most of the coven. Gathering the books in their camp for study, I retreated to Fanacas.

A Slayer had destroyed my Sadene, so it followed that they were the subject of my next line of research. What little I knew of them was from the teachings of Hindaril and my own devastating encounter. The Glenmoril texts provided some additional insight.

All Slayers possessed Bretonic blood, be it pure or mixed, and were born at the precise moment of either sunrise or sunset. What hand of fate selected them from among women that met these criteria was unknown.

Slayers enjoyed one or more unique minor abilities, with seemingly no pattern to what those powers might be. I recalled that Vienele had the rare talents of smoothly wielding two blades at once and calling forth magic to fill the air with damaging sunlight. The texts reported that another Slayer could walk upon the surface of lakes and rivers without magic, thereby luring vampires to a watery grave. A power attributed to one Slayer was the ability to cast spells with perfect efficacy, unhindered by even the stoutest of armors.

My research in this area was for naught however. There was no information on where or how to find a Slayer. The only one I was aware of had died by my hand. I cursed the uncontrollable beast within. While insufficient to save my mate, it had managed to kill the Slayer and condemn me to eternity alone. If only Vienele had vanquished me along with Sadene. . . .

Frustrated, I set aside thoughts of cures and Slayers. I delved into the only other possibility - Daedra Lords. After much study, I sought the shrines of several. I traveled at night, spending my days in caves among rats and fellow creatures of darkness.

Malog Bal simply laughed. That I was an ancient was something to be relished, not destroyed.

Clavicus Vile responded similarly. He further volunteered that I would get no relief from his colleague, Mehrunes Dagon. It seemed the Daedric Prince of Destruction was more interested in creating creatures of terror than destroying us.

I turned to what some might consider the more noble of the Princes. One by one however, they refused to even grant me audience, as I was an affront to nature. I bitterly retreated to my lair at Fanacas.

The relief of true death continued to elude me. I bathed in self-pity, tortured by time. Emperors came and went - it meant nothing to me.

There came a time when an audacious thought pierced the fog of my despair. A known way to destroy an ancient was at the hands of devout followers set to the task by a Daedra Lord. I had failed at pleasing one of them to do this very thing. Could I anger them to it? Could I manipulate a Daedra Lord? I was emboldened by the fact that I had nothing to lose.

Within the span of a fortnight, my plans were completed and I traveled to Gutted Mine - almost within moons' shadow of the Shrine to Azura. I hoped my very presence, so near the Daedra Lord that referred to me as a foul creature, would encourage her to set followers upon me.

My intent was to imply that I had selected Gutted Mine as a permanent abode, and I put on quite the starlit show of announcing it. As an ancient, I was not without influence in the mortal world. It had taken threats and gold, but I managed to have several stone coffins and an array of supplies delivered that very night. As final payment to those who transported the items, I tore out their throats, then added the bodies to a large bonfire outside the mine.

As the smell of burning flesh wafted into the night sky, it further announced my unholy presence. I held the expectation that I had affronted Azura enough to generate a reaction.

I had influenced conditions towards my own destruction in many ways. When it came to actual combat preparations however, I discovered there were limits to my control over the beast within. Despite my wishes, the vampire would not allow me to discard my katana or add my armor to the fire. I also knew that when confronted by Azura's followers, I would be powerless to quell our vicious response. Despite my wishes, the beast would not willfully perish.

I retreated into the mine before Azura's precious time of sunrise.

As I quill what I fervently hope to be my final entry in this journal, all I can do now is wait. And hope.

Sadene, my Love. . . . My black heart aches for you. I ask that Arkay forgive our attempts to manipulate that which is his. I trust the blessing of death to reunite our spirits.

From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot617.jpg

Posted by: hazmick Sep 5 2010, 05:16 PM

You have created and developed a new character in the space of one chapter, I cannot describe how brilliant this chapter is. The red writing is a good touch and you have answered many questions people have about Azura's quest and vampirism in general. Hurrah for Acadian.

P.S I'm glad to hear that Buffy will take more care in the future.

Posted by: mALX Sep 5 2010, 05:58 PM

This was AWESOME!!! You created a whole side story for that quest that is so detailed it feels like I watched the movie! This is so great Acadian !!!!!!!! WOO HOO !!!!!!!

Posted by: treydog Sep 5 2010, 06:11 PM

Where is the bow-down emoticon? I need several dozen of them to convey my reaction to this piece of writing. You have written an entire "story within a story" here, complete with characters, plot and emotional impact.

Pardon me while I study your technique so I can steal - ah, learn from it.

This is simply a brilliant achievement, Acadian. Enough so that I barely realized that I missed Buffy- at least until I saw the screenie.

Posted by: Olen Sep 5 2010, 08:52 PM

Wow... nicely done. You got the tone of the journal bang on but kept a narrative going too, and a good story it was. It also cleared up a few questions (though posibly raises more) about Buffy's background and abilities.

It also raises questions about exactly how an ancient differs from a regular vampire given that those in the mine had no trouble killing eachother but were infected by an ancient... Interesting. Somehow I doubt we've seen the last of that.

Very detailed and with an interesting moral side, they commited their crimes in the name of everlasting love, does that make it better or worse?

My only nit would be the colour - I find the alternative skin for the forum easier on the eye but the red is completely unreadable in it. Not that it's a huge problem seeing as it's the work of a moment to copy and paste into notepad (though lucidia console always makes my eyes feel runny).

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 5 2010, 09:22 PM

Dratik's bloody journal! This was an especially good touch, and well worth spending a segment on it. For starters it provides a nice, neat bowtie around the entire plot of this arc, showing how it all began in the first place. At the same time it also puts an elven face on the vampires, who are too easily portrayed as simple monsters. Finally, it sheds more light into Buffy's own unique and mysterious nature.

Posted by: Grizzly20 Sep 7 2010, 06:38 AM

I can't wait for the next chapter! Looks like Buffy inherited a trait from her Breton Vampire hunting father. A mystery is unraveling in Buffy's life. Perhaps our cute, sweet little Buffy will unlock the true potential of her Slayer traits, and become stronger, but still be our little Buffy, ha ha!

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 8 2010, 02:09 AM

I feel terrible that I haven’t been here to comment on each chapter in your Child of Dawn miniseries as you posted them. But, on the bright side, I get to read each one now and comment on them as I go along:

20 Child of Dawn Part 1 – Will You Take Me Hunting?

This marks quite an auspicious beginning. I am reminded of Gandalf and Bilbo sitting in Bilbo’s house in Hobbiton reminiscing before the ring rears its ugly head and the Fellowship is formed.

Count me with haute and ‘Rosa. I can’t look at Daenlin without thinking of Buffy either. The natural flow of conversation led him to recount the tale of Buffy’s birth, and gave us a brief glimpse into the strength of the bond between them.

I look forward with great anticipation to what comes next

21 Child of Dawn Part 2 – Can You Teach Me That?

First of all I like the exaggerated height of Altmer women. I hate it when the standard of beauty is uniform throughout any given world. Nerussa, in my opinion, is one of the most beautiful women in all Cyrodiil . . . and so are Carwen, Falanu (albeit a little creepy), Dar-Ma, Shamada, Branwen, and, in her own way, even Mazoga (though it would take a prodigious amount of Tamika’s before I would even consider getting too close to those tusks).

Ooops, sorry. . . reverie done, on to the chapter at hand:

I really liked the fact that Ita refers to the occupation of enchanter/enchantress as a ‘calling’. As described it doesn't seem like something the usual mage would have any part of. A skill that robs him/her of the ability to cast spells can’t be popular in the dorms of the Arcane. The question of what it must have taken within her to answer this unusual calling could form the basis of a whole new work of fiction. I hope Buffy gives some serious thought to the idea of pursuing knowledge in this area. The spells that she relies on for survival can all be handled through the enchanting of clothing and jewelry, but the ability to recharge her own bow without the need for a filled soul gem could be priceless to her.

I found SubRosa’s speculation on the nature of Azura to be fascinating. Her conclusions, especially the drawing of a parallel between dawn, dusk, and magic sound perfectly in keeping with the entity who cursed an entire race of Chimer.

I hope Buffy has some very absorbent breeches on hand. Those vampires can be tough.

22 Child of Dawn Part 3 – I Hope I Know What We’re Doing

Oh well, I was half expecting each of the chapter headings to be in the form of a question.

This is more an observation than I nit:

This was beautifully said, I have read it over at least a dozen times to savor the music made with words here. But it does raise the question of why an immortal Daedra would mark time as Buffy understands it. It also says much for Azura that she would reward her loyal and steadfast followers, not with the favor of an honorable death, but with the curse of being undead and sealed in their vanquished foe’s tomb until the one she ‘preordains’ to save them comes of age to do the job. Ach, Daedra!

Your plotting in this is excellent! I was just beginning to exhume some half forgotten memory of Buffy’s strange history with vampires when I was given the reminder that Superior was a vampire-hunter. I was also reminded of Buffy’s feeling in Skingrad at the perfect time. These little triggers shine like sunlight in the dank bowels of the Gutted Mine and are an insistent reminder of everything I love about Buffy’s story.

23 Child of Dawn Part 4 – The Shade Of Night

I had to stop reading just to write this. Capturing the POV of Nille and Avita was fantastic! Their yearning for death, the mysterious smell of nightshade, the knowledge that the beasts inside of them would fight for survival, all of it worked wonderfully. This is my first encounter with this quest in which I genuinely feel for the noble souls turned into vampires. May Buffy’s aim remain true! Now back to the story . . .

Okay, done. More wonderful tactics on display here, the use of the Frenzy spell, Disintegrate Armor arrows. Great stuff, as always. And now that last Orc, *Gulp*!

24 Child of Dawn Part 5 – What Am I?

Buffy’s first experience with Porphyric Hemophilia is one for the books. Your description of it as ‘something evil twisting inside her’ was especially chilling. Thank Mara she had the foresight to carry mandrake root in her pack. I had no idea that eating the raw root alone could cure disease; I always just blend it into a potion.

Tying up the tragic saga of Azura’s faithful worshipers with Ghola’s note was also very effective. I imagine the five lit candles above Azura’s shrine will always have a special resonance for Buffy.

And I think it is perfectly clear what Buffy is . . . a Vampire Slayer! (Sorry, couldn’t resist)

25 Child of Dawn Part 6 – The Journal of Dratik

I knew as soon as I read the chapter heading that I was going to enjoy this one.

Ha!! Turns out I was right in my characterization of Buffy from the last chapter!

Is it just me, or is there something decidedly creepy about the screenshot of Buffy reading this journal while sitting on a coffin?

The journal itself was just great. It is obvious that someone has been consulting the wiki about vampirism in Tamriel. All of your research has borne ripe sweet fruit, my friend. This chapter just sings.

The bad news is that it serves as an eloquent moratorium on any thoughts you may have once entertained regarding plotting as a weakness of yours!

MORE!!!

Posted by: Acadian Sep 8 2010, 04:10 PM

Chapter 25 was the sixth episode of 'Child of Dawn'. Buffy discovered the journal of Dratik - the very vampire that had caused so much trouble for Azura and her followers. The journal provided many answers to the swirling questions confounding Buffy.

hazmick- My goodness! Thank you so much for the kind words!

mALX- Thank you mALX. In order to get the 'whole' Dratik story in one episode, it involved some 'telling', but I'm so glad it worked ok! Yay!

treydog- Such wonderful praise from a master! Thank you for endorsing that we provided the answers via a short story. It was quite foreign being outside my bowgirl's POV.

Olen- Thank you. I limited how far I delved into the vampires, and am certainly no expert. It seems unclear whether Dratik turned Azura's followers into ancients or not. Since they were destroyed by Buffy (a Slayer), I guess they could have been ancient or normal vampires. It was fun writing Dratik. I found him unabashedly dark, but nevertheless somehow compelling. I'm sorry the font color didn't work too well for you. I only tested it on the forum's primary background.

SubRosa- Thank you! I really found Dratik a paradox of some serious evil that almost pulls at one's heartstrings. Ah, the power of love - even when taken to such dark places.

Grizzly- Welcome, and I'm so glad you found your way over from that other forum where Buffy is such a chatterbox about her silly quirks and tactics. I hope so much you will stay with us. Buffy can appear sweet, as you say. Of course she can also slowly torture a highwayman to death for attacking her precious mare. Like many of us, her nature is a confusing paradox. Her youth and naivete prevent even her from understanding it. Thank you for the kind words!

Destri- It is so gratifying to earn your approval of this storyline so far! I must confess that as I crafted Dratik's journal, I nervously pondered your reaction. We have a habit of taking a few threads of lore, then weaving in significant license as we create a uniquely 'Buffy' tapestry (as with King Rislav's Call of Corsair). Thank you for endorsing our blend of TES lore with BF.

All- Now, the conclusion to 'Child of Dawn'.

As I closed the ancient vampire's journal, I placed it into my pack. It answered many questions, but created several more. I stood, my limbs stiff, and released a burst of white magicka over my head. As it settled, my pains from being orc-crushed, followed by sitting too long, were eased. Removing a lit torch from the wall, I made my way towards the living world outside Gutted Mine.

Crisp air filled my lungs. I squinted against the brilliant sun that filled the sky and sparkled up at me from a fresh covering of snow. Superian approached. Her snorting disapproval of the vampire dust that covered me could not deter my fierce hug. I buried my face in her neck for several minutes, savoring her warm scent of precious life. Only then did I brush off the remains of Gutted Mine as best I could. I had to use a nearby snow-covered boulder to assist my aching climb up to her saddle. She then carried me slowly back to Azura's Shrine.

I placed the parchment containing Ghola's last words at Azura's feet.

"Thank you, Child of Dawn. The spirits of my followers are free, and henceforth, above my shrine, five bright candles shall burn forever in memory of their sacrifice. For your service, you shall retain the abilities I granted at the sunrise of your birth. Carry my token, and know that your name has joined a small list of women whose fate has been touched by my hand. Your obligation to me well-fulfilled, you are now free to chart your own fate."

There were indeed five candles above her shrine now. I had won the Star of Azura, but wasn't yet ready to try and deal with what I had learned about myself. After gathering wood for my campfire, I was starving and set out for a hunt.

The sun was westering, but still above the trees as I finished field dressing a buck some distance away from the shrine. His energy was safely stored inside Azura's Star. I had carefully removed the animal's hide and scraped it clean. A skilled artisan would be able to incorporate some small bits of light plate to reinforce key areas, and craft a fine pair of supple buckskin greaves for me. Given the number of wolves scouting the area, I was loathe to bring much fresh meat back to my camp. I cut six portions of venison. Two were safely wrapped in my blue hood of frost for the several days it would take Superian and I to get home. Four of the portions were to feed Azura's followers and myself that evening. The remainder of the deer's carcass would be very welcomed by the hungry wolves. Some of them perhaps had cubs to feed.

When I returned to the shrine, I distributed the venison, then retreated the few paces to my own camp.

Azura's other time of day had arrived, as I stoked up the fire and built a spit to cook my dinner. Stars gradually emerged to join Masser and Secunda in brightly illuminating the snow that blanketed the trees and boulders.

I held Azura's Star. The sound of fire crackling beneath the roasting venison was briefly augmented by a hauntingly musical note. The buck's life force had fed my bow, just as his flesh would sustain me and others. "Thank you," I whispered to his spirit.

With my bow and belly sated, I could no longer put off confronting the emotions that swirled within me.

My fate had been touched by the hand of Azura at the moment of my birth, and I was a Slayer. I had never even heard of such a thing. Frankly, I was not at all happy about it.

Yes, I could now feel an instinctive dislike for the foul night creatures, but traipsing around after them was no path for me. The only thing vampire hunting had earned my father was an early disappearance.

As a long range killer from the shadows, the fact that I could be smelled by vampires was terrifying. That I could sense the beasts was of no value to me; I was hardly going to go looking for them, after all.

My mind briefly flitted to Skingrad. I now realized the feeling I had experienced passing close by the castle, was my body alerting me to the presence of vampires. Were such beasts living beneath the very seat of power there? I had read that some castles had extensive underground tunnels. I wondered if whatever noble ruled Skingrad realized the danger? Oh well, if there was a threat, I was sure the city guard could deal with it without any help from me.

I figured my 'unique minor abilities' were that I could don multiple magic rings and cast fully powered spells while wearing armor. I had to admit I quite liked being able to do those things. I debated whether I should share what I now knew regarding the source of those special abilities with Boderi Farano. She had been as curious about them as I. My decision was to not decide that right now. I knew who I did need to talk with though.

"Acadian, I don't care for this Slayer business one bit. I guess we're supposed to feel a calling to seek out and destroy vampires. I just want them to stay away from me. Am I doing the right thing?" My brow furrowed as I poked at the fire with a stick. Several sparks leapt skyward, and my eyes continued upwards to the twinkling stars.

As was often the case, Acadian's silent answer was a question. What did Azura tell you?

I smiled. "Well, she said my obligation to her was done, and I could chart my own course."

And so you shall, my bowgirl.

The stalwart paladin might not always understand me, but by Mara, he unconditionally accepted me and my choices. "Thank you, Acadian," I breathed. "We're a team however; I almost forgot about that in my selfish pursuit of Azura's Star. Do you want us to become vampire hunters?"

I was getting pretty good at sensing the paladin's feelings when he chose to share them. Acadian had no more interest in chasing vampires than I did, and that realization lifted a massive weight from my small shoulders.

"It's settled then, and I feel much better." I then raised my face skyward and loudly declared to the moons and stars, "I am Buffy the Bowgirl, mystic archer of the mages guild and citizen of Bravil. I am not Buffy the Vampire Slayer."

Glancing at the bow that had saved my life in Gutted Mine, I gratefully placed my hand upon its staff. The wonderful weapon responded with a soft red glow, and finally provided an answer to the question posed by Daenlin just over a week ago. I nodded my agreement. "Yes, the name I reject for myself, will henceforth be yours. I shall call you Slayer."

I reached into my pack and retrieved my quill, inkpot and two journals - Dratik's and my own. By the campfire's light, augmented by Masser, Secunda and a clear sky full of bright stars, I began the task of updating my journal. As I wrote, I chatted to Acadian, and even hummed a quiet song. Like me, he seemed at peace now, content to let me prattle on.

As I finished transcribing the words of Dratik, I realized I would need a new journal myself very soon. "Acadian, I think we need to stop next at the University to drop off Tar-Meena's copy of 'Modern Heretics'. I'm sure she'll be able to find a new journal with blank pages for me."

I began putting things away and getting ready for sleep. As I fumbled with the somewhat unfamiliar buckles and straps to remove my leather cuirass, I noticed much of the chill had left the air. I continued chatting. "I'm not really ready to share Dratik's Journal with the University yet - that will come home with me, for now."

Home. Pulling off my boots, I sighed as the very word filled my heart with longing for the City of Mara. "After the Imperial City, can we go home next? Please?"

The paladin's mood was light and agreeable as he teased, Of course, Child of Dawn.

"Stop calling me that!" I was sure much of my rebuke's effect was ruined, as a giggle managed to somehow escape my tightly pursed lips.

As I tugged off my greaves I glanced at Superian, quietly standing under a nearby tree. "We leave tomorrow morning for the Valley of Horses, girl. Your visit with Thernd and Bandit will need to be a short one though. We need to get home." I then gratefully snuggled into my bedroll. Finally, I chirped, "G'night everyone."

From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot613.jpg



I would be remiss not to acknowledge Buffy's round-eared namesake, so allow me to humbly do so. Thank you Buffy Summers - you are a wonderfully strong example of an independent, imperfect, courageous and feminine young woman; if all we were after for our Blond Bravilian Bosmer Bowgirl was alliteration, she could have been named Barbie or Bambi.

In Buffy Fiction (BF) 1.0, we only hinted at her dislike for vampires. In the 2.0 version of Buffy's romp through Cyrodiil, our tongue is still firmly in cheek, but we decided to more formally develop this aspect of her nature.

The timing, or placement of this miniseries at this early stage of Buffy's larger story was driven by her enchanted bow. It needed to be fed (Azura's Star) and named (Slayer). The fact that Buffy is a Slayer does not represent a 'career change' as I hope she has rather adamantly explained. Rather, it is simply a part of who and what she is. There will certainly be storylines where it will come strongly into play, but those are planned for the distant future.

Finally, Buffy mentioned that her journal is almost full. Long term readers of BF will recognize she is heralding that her next episode will open a new forum thread.

Posted by: hazmick Sep 8 2010, 04:42 PM

yet again you have delivered a brilliant chapter to us, I'm glad that the Bufster will not be pursuing the vampire hunting malarkey because we don't want her to catch the terrible disease and ruin that gorgeous face of hers

Argonians are better suited for hunting vamps anyway...

It's also good to hear Buffy communicating with your good self in this chapter, hooray!

Posted by: haute ecole rider Sep 8 2010, 05:32 PM

That made me smile!

I've been remiss in commenting, but not in reading and enjoying Buffy's tale. Her encounter with the last vampire in the depths of the mine is as harrowing as my own experience, though my PC didn't get crushed!

I continue to enjoy Buffy's growth and maturing process and look forward to her new book!

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 8 2010, 05:51 PM

Buffy's thoughts over the buck she killed revealed quite a bit about her. Not only did she take some for herself, but also used the meat to feed the Azurites, and she purposely left some behind for the wolves she saw prowling the countryside.

I am not Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Does that mean we will not be seeing Willow or Xander either?

Finally, a nice way of tying the quest, and Buffy's revelations about her nature, to her naming her bow.

Posted by: treydog Sep 8 2010, 05:51 PM

Following upon the frightening (and revelatory) journey through the Gutted Mine, this was a welcome moment of reflection. You do perhaps the best job of anyone in explaining not just character motivations, but game dynamics/physics, as well.

Often I have read an Acadian/BF discussion of "why things work like that," and think "Of course! It makes perfect sense!" The result is a much more immersive and alive world.

Like haute, I enjoyed Buffy's declaration of her own identity. Perhaps my favorite part was this:

Good night, Slayer.

Good night, Azura.

Good night, Moon.

Good night, Stars.

Good night, deer.

Good night, wolves.

Good night, Superian.

Good night, Acadian.

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 8 2010, 06:50 PM

Good night, Child of Dawn. Despite your protestations, I see the Order of the Virtuous Blood in your future.

A satisfying conclusion to what has been a very full story arc. Over the last several days Buffy has learned a great deal about herself and her capabilities. This episode in her life has the feeling of a harrowing, one that our favorite Bowgirl has successfully endured. The idea of beginning a new journal with the improved Buffy wielding Slayer is just perfect.

But first it’s a bath, then home, some Tamika’s, and a good hunt with Daenlin.

Posted by: Grizzly20 Sep 9 2010, 12:51 AM

Ahh, wondrously written. Buffy is just such a unique individual, in a good way of course. Although I cannot for see the events of the future, I do see Vampires in her path. I have a feeling that some Vampires search for the legendary Slayers. Perhaps she'll run across Count Hassildor. I loved the Screenshot too, very nice.

-Grizzly

Posted by: Zalphon Sep 9 2010, 02:36 AM

Good description, Buff!

Posted by: mALX Sep 9 2010, 03:35 AM

I caught that! (believe it or not, lol) !!!


I love it when Buffy stands up for who she wants to be - or doesn't want to be. She shows her inner strength and...stubborness in those moments - real Buffy personality that readers that know her and love her recognize right away !!

Posted by: Winter Wolf Sep 11 2010, 10:58 AM

23 –
Spot on brother regarding the frenzy vs Command humanoid. So many times I have tried frenzy in a confined surrounding – not a good idea!!
The basic command creature / humanoid doesn’t do much though. It is far better to customize that spell.

24 –
Awesome fight with the Orc!! When he collided with Buffy I thought, Oh NO!
I loved the screenpic. First Buffy has a book land on her at the Uni, and now somebody from Orsinium does the job on her. Lol.
The unsettling feeling of vampirism was a lovely addition to the chapter. Though not from Buffy’s POV, of course.

25 -

Very interesting. Your beautiful tale is becoming more and more intriguing by the moment. Not only are you expanding what we can see, but you have also put some thought in Buffy’s family heritage. Awesome!!

The Journal of Dratik was amazing. Did you write that in one sitting or tinker with it over many rewrites? Very impressive writing. Bravo!!

26 –

This is my favourite part of the chapter. I have always been a sucker for rumination and philosophy under the stars. Buffy, my girl, I must give you this –

The Child of Dawn was a wonderful addition. It has allowed us to ponder and consider what you might have in store for our delightful Bosmer. Hmmmmm.....

I hope your expanding BF doesn’t mean that the Archery tournament will take 150 chapters to resolve??
We are still hanging on the result, well, sort of.

Posted by: Acadian Sep 11 2010, 02:04 PM

Chapter 26 was the conclusion of 'Child of Dawn', and final episode for this thread. Buffy earned the Star of Azura, and named her mighty bow. She views the fact that she is a Slayer as more curse than blessing, and does not intend to become a vampire hunter.

hazmick- I'm so glad you agree with Buffy about not hunting vampires in the reasonable future. Thank you also for the nod to Acadian.

Rider- Thank you for your endorsement of how harrowing the last vampire fight was. That was a tough dungeon, as you wisely warned us!

SubRosa- Thanks for the observations on Buffy's hunting. Daenlin taught her the best way to respect the beautiful prey animals she must kill to eat, is to waste as little as possible. Heh, no Willow or Xander or Giles; perhaps Buffy may meet a small mage named Angel, or when someday she learns how to summon a clannfear, she will name it Spike.

treydog- I am so pleased that Buffy's complex motivations and logic made sense - sometimes they don't to her, of course. Likewise, thanks for the kudos regarding 'how things work'. We work hard to reflect the fantasy world she lives in, but try to offer explanations when we can. Thank you so much for seizing on Buffy's 'G'night John Boy' as it related to her crew of Slayer, Superian and Acadian. This poor elf may not get much privacy, but by Mara, she is never lonely.

Destri- Thank you. I'm so delighted that the 'Child of Dawn' storyline all worked! We definitely have plans that draw upon her being a Slayer, but not for a very long time.

Grizzly- Thanks for the kind words. Although Buffy being a Slayer is simply a part of who she is, can you imagine (in the very distant future) the sparks at her first meeting with Count Skingrad?

Zalphon- Thank you for enjoying our descriptions!

mALX- I knew you would know exactly what Buffy's reference to a new journal was! Thank you for your so very beautiful words regarding Buffy's personality. That means the world to hear!

Wolf- Thank you for the wonderful words! Dratik's Journal took loads of tinkering and rewrites - well, all our stories do, really - . I'm so pleased that you enjoy Buffy's ruminations.

We'll still get to the Archery Tournament. We had to get 'Child of Dawn' in at this point to grab Azura's Star and name Buffy's bow pretty early in her story. We will limit expanding Book 1 because there is that pesky Oblivion gate pending. Although it will wait for Buffy to get there (aided by the power of Akatosh, magic of Acadian, patience of Savlian and a touch of pixie dust ), Kvatch will more and more start to drive and focus what Buffy does. Most of our other new ideas that don't directly support the road to Kvatch are 'resting' for Books 2 and 3. Other new things you will see in Book 1 are either minor and/or lay background for beyond Kvatch.

Looking ahead at the big picture:
Book 1 will see Kvatch freed of Daedra.
Book 2 will include the remainder of the Oblivion Crisis, but don't expect our frail wood elf to be the Champion of Cyrodiil.
Book 3 will be free-form adventures across Cyrodiil and beyond.

All- Our next episode will open the second season (thread) as we continue with Buffy's Book 1. We are so humbly grateful for the warm and gracious encouragement we have received from each of you. Thank you for allowing Buffy to shoot, squirm and ruminate her way onto the screen of your monitor.

Thread 2 and Buffy's other threads may be found on http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?showforum=62

Posted by: treydog Sep 11 2010, 08:18 PM

There is a lot of good news in that post- particularly the fact that there is so much more of Buffy's story to anticipate. And I guess my little "Good night" sequence is one of those cross-generational things... There is the older Waltons referent- and also the children's book Good-Night Moon. There is also a version from The Wire that has a certain dark humor-

Goodnight moon
Goodnight stars
Goodnight po-pos
Goodnight fiends
Goodnight hoppers
Goodnight hustlers
Goodnight scammers
Goodnight to everybody
Goodnight to one and all.

Have I mentioned recently how happy I am that Buffy has found a home here with us? If not, consider it mentioned.

Posted by: SubRosa Sep 12 2010, 12:09 AM

Not only you. A certain stringy wood elf wants to know too, as she is competing!



Good night, and good luck.

Posted by: mALX Sep 12 2010, 05:43 AM

Oh, I thought when Buffy's journal....ARGH, I was wr...wr...wr... * mALX croaked in front of PC *

Posted by: Destri Melarg Sep 12 2010, 09:18 AM

Book 1 promises to be immense! There is still so much that Buffy has to learn before she should be contending with daedra and Oblivion Gates. I know she wants to aid poor Savlian and the brave, beleaguered citizens of Kvatch, but she can't help anybody if she is unprepared.

Wow, I'm starting to sound like Daenlin!

Posted by: Mumatil Oct 11 2010, 09:52 AM

I'm finally here, to post my thoughts and I'm just loving the developement of Buffy.

I'm still far from catching up with the rest of you guys from balancing schoolwork, work, FO:NV hype, and family to get some spare time to read and post on the series.

Acadian, your writing and comprehension levels are developing at major skill speed. (by vanilla oblivion standards)

Posted by: Acadian Oct 11 2010, 04:20 PM

Mutamil, thanks so much for joining us and reading! What a pleasure to see you over here. We appreciate the kind comments!

Posted by: PGaither84 Oct 19 2010, 05:42 AM

Acadian, I first saw your unique postings over at Bethesda's official forums and enjoyed them very much. Just tonight I decided to follow the link in your signature over here. I have read up to 7.1. Buffy has just met Superian so far. I signed up here to tell you how great a job you have been doing thus far and that I look forward to reading more of Buffy's adventures.

This has also inspired me to want to write an adventure of my own, but I guess I am not allowed to post a new thread as a new user. I guess there is a posting ceiling I have to break through before I am allowed to do so.

Take care, and take even better care of Buffy.

Posted by: Acadian Oct 19 2010, 12:42 PM

PGaither84, I'm so glad that Buffy chattering over at the other forum about her exploits brought you over here! I so hope you will continue to read her story! Thank you for the kind words.

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 4 2011, 07:27 PM

Indeed, this is an excellent touch, and well-written. I would have struggled to write that segment, and likely would have used too much in-game dialogue, making it unnecessarily long. But you knew just what to do with it, and I applaud you.

I hope you don't mind me commenting on past chapters as I work my way up from the beginning. I really want to read the whole story, so I'm just going to try to catch up.

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 5 2011, 08:50 PM

I like that you mentioned how she learned alchemy--it gives just enough information about her past, without going into too much detail, since the point of the story is not meant to take place in her past. Good job!



I loved the "I nearly wet my pants" part. That was great!



I like how you went about this part, with the papers to exempt her and explain what class she is. I would never have thought of that.



I liked that you added the detail about the emperor's collar being soaked with blood, as it adds to the realism. Also, I like how you mentioned that the sewer gate was rusted and it was a nice visual to see Buffy kick the door open.




I love this line. And I also like how she wanted to freshen herself up, though I forgot to include that in the quote. Excellent job!

Posted by: Lady Syl Apr 20 2011, 07:50 PM

oops!

Posted by: Lady Saga Apr 3 2012, 04:19 PM

I know you sent me the summary link, but I wanted to start with Book 1 in full story form. Very cool how this starts, Acadian, with City Swimmer getting busted and whatnot. Very creative.

EDIT: I read up to the end of the second post, when the Emperor asks Buffy what her Starsign is, so far.

Posted by: flowerboom Feb 3 2013, 04:22 PM

hey acadian , its flowerboom here , i hope you remember me , pm me if you want to chat ( i have a few things to say i suppose )


i love your stories , i have decided to read your epic acheivments , obviousley i have known buffy for quite some time

Posted by: ArtemisNoir Mar 19 2023, 12:17 AM

I just finished this Book after starting a few days ago... and wow, what an absolute pleasure to read! There's nothing I can really add to everything that has already been said, most of it over a decade ago no less, but, seriously, what a wonderful story. I realise Buffy has her darker elements, and that, just like any protagonist, she'll have her adversaries, but even so, I really enjoyed the somewhat light tone paired with a very complex character. Looking forward to seeing Buffy's journey unfold in Book 2!

Honestly, this place is such a treasure trove of amazing writing, I feel so privileged to be able to read it.

Posted by: Acadian Mar 19 2023, 12:50 AM

Thank you so much for reading this. Picking up an older story can be daunting - especially wordy ones like Buffy's. Buffy's first book is spread out over the five threads (so labeled) and is massive indeed. Books 2 and 3 are here as well. If it is all too much or if you just want to get a one sitting feel for her story overall, I highly recommend reviewing her 'Executive Summary' pinned at the top of this subforum.

Buffy is currently adventuring in the Second Era (ESO) and I'd expect her next fiction endeavor will likely be either a fourth book or perhaps an addition or two to her short stories thread.

Thanks again for reading, and for your kind words as well.

I deleted the post you made on thread two since you said you wanted it so. Members cannot delete posts but admins or mods can easily do so. Just edit any mistake posts to request deletion and we'll take care of it.