Buffy - Book 4, Drodda the Icewitch Options

[Acadian]

Welcome to Buffy’s fourth book! As ever, her tale of continuing adventure remains one that is character-driven with more focus on her journey than the destination. Buffy is a magically inclined Bosmer. She travels intertwined with the spirit of an old ethereal paladin named Acadian who sometimes offers advice. Sometimes she listens.

Near the end of Book 1, Buffy helped the man she loved, Savlian Matius, free his city of Kvatch. They were successful, but the terrible cost included Savlian's very life. It was a physically and emotionally broken elf who retreated in grief and despair to her ancestral homeland. Book 2 picked up shortly thereafter and chronicled Buffy's journey of recovery and self-discovery through Valenwood. Book 3 took place in Cyrodiil and saw the Oblivion Crisis finally yield to the dawn of a new Era – even as Buffy accepted the challenges of walking an ancient path of her own and becoming a paladin of Kynareth.

Books 1 through 3, in their entirety, as well as an Executive Summary concise enough to comfortably be read in one sitting, can be found on our sub forum. That said, enjoying Book 4 does not really require more information than is contained right here in these few introductory paragraphs. I have taken care to have Buffy review significant aspects of her past as they become relevant. I welcome questions relating to her past though, that I may try and amplify or clarify things should our ‘review as we go’ approach prove wanting. More specifically, I want new readers to feel comfortable just jumping right into Book 4 without feeling obligated to read Buffy’s previous books first.

Book 4 joins Buffy in Cyrodiil shortly after the Oblivion Crisis. Soon, however, she finds herself confronted by a threat so vexing that the only path to resolving it will require the direct intervention of Kynareth, and for Buffy to forsake the life she knows.

I estimate that at one episode per week, Book 4 will require just under a year to post. My fervent hope is that you find our humbly offered efforts worthy of your time.

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~ Part One – Cyrodiil ~

Episode 1

Reluctantly, I allowed my healing bond with Countess Odalys Goldwine to dissipate. She opened her eyes, saw the tears in mine and managed a weak smile. “Tell me the truth.”

I took her hand. “The wasting sickness that began in your foot has a Daedric taint. It strongly resists healing and has spread throughout your body. Were I to remove it now, it would destroy every organ it has infested. I’m sorry, Countess. Even with the assistance of Kynareth, I cannot save you.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Buffy," the Countess of Kvatch replied. "I will be at peace knowing that if anyone could have healed me it would have been you. Ironic,” a coughing spasm interrupted her words for several moments, “that Ormellius’ mage encased me in that magical ice to protect me from the Daedra. It almost worked.”

“I know they did their best,” I said. “Given the severe time constraint of Daedra breaking down the door, I’m not surprised that Count Goldwine’s court mage inadvertently left a small part of your left foot unprotected. That is how the wasting taint entered your body.”

“And I thought it was just an annoying limp I’d have to deal with.” Coughing wracked her body again as an attentive handmaiden quickly wiped away the blood it produced.

“In the months you’ve had since Kvatch was retaken from the Daedra,” I said, “you’ve largely restored this city to its former glory while inspiring your people. I’m sure the late Count would be proud. I know I will always be grateful for the mutual consolation we shared after both losing our mates. Let me ease your pain.”

“No,” she stayed my hands, “that will cloud my thinking and I have a request I must make of you while I still can.”

“I will do whatever I’m able Milady.”

“After I die, rule of Kvatch will be a ripe target. My city deserves better than the unproven offspring of some ambitious noble like the skooma-sucking son of Count Bravil.”

“I agree. How can I help?” I asked while trying to restrain a rising sense of panic. Please don’t ask me to try and become the Countess of Kvatch. As much as I love the city that Savlian Matius and I fought for and he died for, it harbors memories that are too. . . painful to make it my home. Not that the Elder Council would ever consider me – a Bosmeri orphan who can barely rule herself.

“I would like the Champions of Cyrodiil to succeed me,” she said. “Since moving to Kvatch and taking leadership of the Order of the Wolf, Sirs Agronak and Mazoga have proven their love for this city.” Her words were growing weaker and coming slowly now. “I have spoken with them and they are willing to accept the appointment if offered. I want you to be my advocate before the Elder Council. There will be resistance because they are orcs and neither is of noble birth. Will you do this for me?”

“I will advocate for you Milady, for I can think of no finer potential count and countess for Kvatch than Sirs Agronak and Mazoga.” Through her pain of trying to breathe, I could see a sense of relief in her eyes. “You must rest now.” As she almost imperceptibly nodded, I laid hands on her again.

I eased her pain then, mercifully, she slept. With her mistress asleep, the Countess’ handmaiden shifted her focus to me, bringing cool water, hot tea and fresh bread with soft cheese. We kept vigil through the night.

By dawn Countess Odalys was gone. “Join your Count in Aetherious now,” I said softly while her hands were still warm. As I left the Countess’ bedchamber, I was met by Sirs Mazoga and Agronak.

Their hopeful looks turned to despair as soon as they saw my face. Mazoga engulfed my shoulder with a massive hand. “Sorry, Buff.”

I tried to smile. “She died peacefully. I understand you're both aware of her request regarding a successor?”

Both orcs nodded. It was Agronak who spoke. “Countess Odalys was a fine ruler. We’d be honored if chosen to take up her mantle and finish what she started.”

I nodded. “I’m leaving almost straightaway to relay her wishes to the Imperial Council.”

After tearful goodbyes, followed by a quick visit to Savlian’s grave, Superian and I were on the road and riding into the morning sun.

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My hands fidgeted as I sat on the hard chair. I’m sure I would have been tapping my feet had they been able to reach the floor. I looked up at the guard posted by the door. “How long do you think before the Imperial Council finishes deliberating and gives me their decision?”

The guard quietly replied, “No way to tell, Dame Buffy. You made a persuasive case. There are many in the Legion who well-remember what you, Captain Matius and the Champions of Cyrodiil did to free Kvatch. For what it’s worth, I think those knights could provide the strength and inspiration to make that city flourish once again.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I hope the Council agrees.”

The door opened and I was ushered back into the Council’s chamber. Those holding the future of Kvatch in their hands sat on the far side of a wide table as I stood before them. I could not read their faces.

“Dame Buffy,” began High Chancellor Ocato, “the Council has reached a decision regarding the late Countess of Kvatch's wishes regarding her successor. Odalys could not have chosen a better advocate. You certainly made a strong case that her success in rebuilding Kvatch should lend great strength to her recommendation. Further, you spoke eloquently to the character of Sirs Mazoga and Agronak, gained through your long history of friendship and fighting by their sides. You also made a strong argument for the superiority of earning one’s noble title via deed instead of birth.”

I realized I was holding my breath and forced myself to breathe. Their words were encouraging. So far.

“That acknowledged,” he continued as my hopes sank, “the Council feels Kvatch would be best served with the Champions of Cyrodiil remaining at the helm of the city’s valiant order of knights. Further, with so many changes affecting the Empire, we feel the people need. . . stability, a feeling of normalcy regarding how the Empire has always done business. Therefore, during a subsequent deliberation, we shall choose the next ruler of Kvatch from one of the well-known and respected noble families of Cyrodiil. Please accept our appreciation for bringing the late Countess’ recommendation to us for consideration. This proceeding is concluded.”

My hands were behind my back but I didn’t need to see them to know how white the knuckles of my clenched fists were. Nor did I need to see the hot flush of anger that rose above the neckline of my buckskins to know the color that traveled up to my face and out to the tips of my ears. I looked at each Councilor. Round-eared Imperials with soft hands, every one of them. Not one had ever seen a day of combat. Easy, Buffy, Countess Odalys was an Imperial as well. That is not the problem. That these ignorant fools are leading the Empire is the problem. I need to restrain my tongue. Nothing good for Kvatch can come from a display of anger toward them. I swallowed hard and finally spoke, “Countess Odalys was a skilled leader and friend. I appreciate the opportunity to have conveyed her considered recommendation.” I turned and left the chamber hastily so they would not see the tears I fought to hold back.

[Renee]

Omg you sly man! Secretive Scorpio. I KNEW it! Knew a new Buffy was in the works!

*grabs coffee* ☕Indeed, a lot of times I prefer the journey over the destination, and so do a lot of my characters.

I estimate that at one episode per week, Book 4 will require just under a year to post.

Sweet!

Buffy's using her Healer side, straight away. Hmm, seems the Countess has someone in mind for succession. Could it be?

Heh, she knows to refer to Mazoga with the proper gender!

Hate to say, and I think some may disagree, but I agree with Ocato. Mazoga and the Gray Prince may be great warriors, but hmm... leaders of a rebuilding city? I dunno about that. I'd say this is true for my own Hero of Kvatch/Champion of Cyrodiil, as well. Guy was a great mage and saved the masses from the Daedra, but he'd be an awful ruler, were he called to Kvatch.

But let's see where next chapters lead. And welcome back, Dame Buffy.

[haute ecole rider]

Welcome back, Buffy and Acadian (both IRL and Paladin)! It is good to see Buffy living her life and good to see her being herself. Trying to help others is such an innate part of her very self and I can't imagine her being otherwise with her friends.

Sadly, while I hoped along with Buffy for the "right" outcome, I am not surprised by the decision by the Elder Council. I do hope for the sake of the people of Kvatch that this does not bode poorly for them.

Now what will Buffy do next? I await for the next installment with bated breath!

[SubRosa]

Welcome Back Kotter Buffy! I am looking forward to spending time with Buffy, Supes, and their spiritual partners once more.

A sobering start as Buffy tries - and fails - to heal the Countess of Kvatch of a mortal disease. It not only shows us Buffy's healing powers, but also their limits.

When the Countess asked her boon, I must confess my mind went to exactly the same place as Buffy, and recoiled for exactly the same reason. She is not cut out for being the administrator of a city. Putting the Champions in charge sounds much better!

Granted, I do not envy her pals Mazoga and Agronak for taking up that responsibility. Assuming they do get the job. It's a thankless task, worse than herding cats. At least for people who are honest and earnest in their desire to do good for their community.

Speaking of thankless tasks, I do not envy Buffy the task of trying to convince the Elder Council to honor the Countess' request either. That is likely to be a battle all its own!

And a battle lost I see. *sigh* But not a surprise. Now I wonder who the successor will be? A scion of one of Cyrodiil's oldest families makes one wonder if this means that the Count of Bravil's skooma-sucking son will indeed be the new Count K? Or will this be a brand new character bespoke for the Buffy-verse?

My own imagination can easily turn its wheels in my head and imagine Buffy becoming hip deep in events alongside this newcomer. Maybe even aiding a selfish and self-centered new Count(ess) learn some humility and responsibility, even as both drama and hijinks ensue. Or maybe nothing like that. I can't wait to see!

[macole]

Round-eared Imperial, cousin to the Nords, indeed.

Even though I saw the eventual outcome early I too held out hope when hearing High Chancellor Ocato's opening statement. Then came the "That acknowledged" statement, signaling that the petition was lost. Oh well, it's still hard for the Imperials to accept Orcs, the onetime enemy of the state, as equals.

[ghastley]

Let's just say I'm not betting on a Rugdumph.

[Grits]

Oh my goodness, a year of Buffy! I am absolutely delighted!!

I love that Buffy opens Book 4 in her beloved Savlian’s Kvatch, doing her very best to help her friends there. But it all leads to frustration. The image of Buffy fidgeting in that ill-fitting Imperial chair sums it up.

Buffy’s emotions were so clear and present throughout that I had a small tear of my own by the end. Or maybe I’m just that happy to read her story again!

I understand that Kvatch cannot be a home for Buffy, no matter how much the city and her people want her there. Whatever Buffy’s next destination may be (and I love the clue that she has already given us!), I am mentally brewing my next cup of tea in anticipation of the journey!

[Lopov]

Just a few days ago I checked the fan fic section of the forum, if there's anything new in the world of Buffy. Maybe I had a premonition? In any case, welcome back Buffy and Acadian.

I had a feeling that it won't go that easy with the Elder Council and that the kind greeting words would soon be followed by the disagreement of the council regarding the late Countess' wish.

I'm looking forward to what's going to happen next, the subtle hints that you mention in the introduction, give us quite some themes to think about.

[Acadian]

Previously- Despite Buffy’s best effort, she was unable to save the Countess of Kvatch from a protracted, wasting illness. As Buffy conveyed the late Countess’ wishes regarding a successor to the Imperial Council, she began to realize the Council’s goals for the Empire were more ignorant and short-sighted than she had hoped.

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Renee- Thank you! Many aspects of Buffy’s journey ahead have been in conceptual form for a long time. It’s only fairly recently that we were able to work out some key decisions, enabling us to begin writing. I’m glad you noted Buffy’s healer side for, in her continuing evolution, that is becoming the dominating focus of her skillset. You may be right about Sirs Mazoga and Agronak. I’d like to think that Agronak displayed considerable wisdom as a natural leader among his fellow gladiators back when he was in the Arena but who knows? Buffy is certainly not qualified to know what it takes to run a city. She’s just loyal as a post to her friends.

Rider- Thanks for the welcome back! Our purpose with the Imperial Council scene was to display a possible small crack in the Council’s ability to wisely lead the Empire into the Fourth Era. We’ll soon see another and larger fault line indicating that having neither Uriel nor Martin Septim at the helm does not bode well for the Empire.

SubRosa- Thank you! Buffy will dwell somewhat on losing the Countess and, of course, blame herself. Just as she’ll lament failing to deliver on the Countess’ final request. She will not be returning to Kvatch though, for this next episode will set the stage for a more immediate problem.

macole- Thanks for pointing out the classic ‘You made a great case. . . BUT. . . .’ situation with the Council. Buffy’s been mistreated for being a ‘knife-earred bark biter’ enough times that it’s sometimes tempting for her to conjure negative racial generalizations. What tempers this is when she – as in the last episode – reminds herself of the many friends she has within whatever race she is currently challenged to deal with.

ghastley- But Rugdumph speaks eloquently while saying little that is understandable. What else does a politician need? Thanks!

Grits- Thank you! As you well know, Buffy is an emotional elf and I’m so pleased that her feelings came through clearly – and even a bit infectiously.

Lopov- Wonderful to see you posting again and thanks for your comments! I’m pleased that both you and Grits noted the introductory comment hint regarding Buffy’s destination.

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Episode 2

Once south of Imperial City on the road to Bravil, Superian and I stopped at Pells Gate. Kitsune, my fennec fox familiar, hopped down from her perch in front of my hips and disappeared into the nearby forest. The assistant innkeeper, who also served as the stable hand, was an Imperial who had seen perhaps fifteen summers. He looked up from sweeping the stable floor. “Good to see you again, Superian. How’s my favorite palomino mare? Oh, hi, Buffy, does she need water?”

“No,” I replied, “we stopped at the nearby stream where she drank her fill. Just the usual, please.”

He grinned. “I’ll be right back.” With that he ran the short distance into the settlement’s tavern.

I dismounted and hugged the mare, burying my face in her white flowing mane and breathing deeply of her comforting scent. The lad returned as I was stretching my legs. He handed me an opened bottle of beer and a bowl. I pressed several small coins into his hand before he headed back into the tavern mumbling, “Mop the floors, make the beds. . . .”

After taking a couple small drinks, I poured the rest into the bowl and offered it to Superian. Rather than enthusiastically drinking, she took only a small amount of it and lifted her head, ignoring the rest. “Acadian, this is not like her.” I set the bowl on a nearby tack locker. “Are you all right, my precious mare? It’s not like you to turn down such a treat.” I knew some folk felt beer was bad for horses but at over 115 stone, I didn’t believe a beer occasionally would harm the mighty mare. After all, at only six stone, a couple swallows never hurt me. I was concerned about her lack of interest though. I laid hands upon her and established a bond of healing. After a few minutes, I allowed the bond to dissipate and lowered my hands, perplexed.

“Well?” asked my old paladin.

I frowned. “Physically there’s nothing wrong with her, but she’s . . . distracted by something and I have no idea what it could be. Perhaps I’m worrying needlessly.”

“Possibly, but when it comes to healing, your instincts are sound.” After a moment, he added, “I wonder if it could be something related to the dragon spirit of Phantom that she carries? I suggest once we get to Bravil, you allow me to recall the dragon-mare to spirit form within you. I will then be able to tell if Phantom is the source of the problem.”

I nodded, remounted and guided the mare from Pells Gate. Once on the road south, I knew Superian needed no direction from me to get us home, for we had made this trip countless times. Kitsune quickly joined us, loping alongside the mare. My mind turned to recent events. “I’ve failed, Acadian. I couldn’t save Odalys and I couldn’t even make good on her dying wish.”

“Buffy, the Countess was right that if you couldn’t save her, no healer in Tamriel could.”

“That’s just the point; I could have saved her,” I replied. “Damn it, I’m a healer, and I failed!”

“I don’t understand, Buffy. You said yourself that if you removed the sickness it would destroy her infested organs.”

“By the time Guildmagister Sigrid sent for me, it was indeed too late. Where I failed the Countess was when we first released her from that protective block of magical ice during the battle for Kvatch. I thought the problem with her foot to be mere atrophy due to lack of protection and blood flow.” Pent up tears spilled freely now. “Had I properly diagnosed her at the time, when the Daedric wasting sickness had not advanced, I could have saved her. My failure killed her. Every bit as much as those Daedra who killed her husband.”

“Nay, Buffy. What killed her was the incompetent court mage who failed to fully encapsulate her in that magical ice.”

I bristled. “What?!? That poor mage was under fire, and Daedra were literally breaking down the door into the royal vault – their last refuge. He did his very best with so little time, I’m sure. Remember how his lightning staff was completely drained of charges when we found it? He gave everything he had to protect his Count and Countess! Your accusation is unfair and unwarranted.”

“And,” persisted Acadian, “were you not also under attack with Daedra beating at the door when you rapidly assessed the Countess’ condition so Savlian could have her quickly escorted to safety? Your self-accusation is unfair and unwarranted.”

“You would turn my own words against me?” I retorted, even as I recognized his point. Still, I frowned. “What of the aftermath? There was plenty of time then.”

“As I recall,” replied the paladin, “you were unconscious for days, under the care of the chapel’s healer and fighting for your own life. Once you were able to move about, you and the Countess were both justifiably overwhelmed with the shock and grief of losing your mates. What you ask of yourself, if not impossible, is entirely unreasonable.”

“I. . . my head realizes you’re right but my heart tells me otherwise.”

“Buffy, there is much truth to your impassioned proclamation that you are a healer.”

“Then why do I feel so inadequate?”

After a moment he replied, “The same nurturing and empathic nature that is largely responsible for your considerable ability to heal others is precisely the reason you hurt so much and tend to blame yourself when you cannot save a patient. Yes, mourn those you cannot save, but do not lose sight of those you can. You are gifted, Buffy, and I am confident that those you heal will continue to vastly outnumber those you lose.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it again. The old paladin was right. Once again, his unwavering belief in me had made me feel better. “Thank you, Acadian. I’ll try.”

Magnus was embracing the trees to our west as a gentle breeze carried the welcome smell of woodsmoke from the chimneys and cooking fires of Bravil.

After dismounting at the approach end of the bridge leading to Bravil’s main gate, Acadian quietly said, “Ven Sah Liz, I need you.” Like most of her kind, Phantom’s name in the tongue of dragons consisted of three words that, in her case, translated to ‘Wind Phantom Ice’. Superian began to dematerialize into a pale bluish mist that was the color of an ancient glacier. Within moments the combined spirits of both mare and dragon were safely within me.

After crossing the bridge, the guard opened the gate for us. “I’ll never get used to how you can make your mare disappear into thin air and reappear when you need her.” He shook his head. “Mages.”

I smiled in return. “Good to see you Petronius. I trust your shift goes well?”

“Well enough,” he replied. “I heard you went to Kvatch to try and heal the ailing countess there. How is she?”

I winced and shook my head. “She didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Buffy. I’ve seen you heal plenty of our townsfolk and I’m sure if anyone could’ve saved her it would have been you.”

So everyone keeps telling me. I sighed and smiled weakly as we passed through the gate. Kitsune shadowed closely on my heels. Though the vixen often preferred to make herself scarce around others, she seemed comfortable in Bravil. She was unobtrusive enough though that I often forgot she was there.

After foraging a meal from the mages guild’s pantry and discussing what happened in Kvatch with Guildmagister Kud-Ei, I settled into my quarters upstairs. Thankfully, my roommate, Ardaline, was out for the evening and I was finally alone. I could feel Acadian begin probing Phantom’s spirit.

After quite some time, he said, “Buffy, I believe your mare is fine. Our dragon is the problem.”

“What’s wrong with her, Acadian?”

“I am almost as perplexed as you were after you checked Superian earlier in the day. It is very subtle, but something is . . . almost imperceptibly draining magicka from her spirit.”

I scratched my head. “What could be the cause of that?”

“Whatever is responsible is beyond my ken. I have an idea of who might know though.”

“Out with it, my paladin! I will not lose another patient due to delay!”

“As you know,” he dutifully replied, “Phantom was created by Kyne to be my mount when I served as her paladin during the Great Dragon War. If anyone can help us, it is she.”

“Then our course is clear,” I stated. Closing my eyes, I quietly spoke, “My Lady Kynareth, Goddess of sky and forest, I need your wisdom to understand the nature of what ails the spirit of your dragon, Phantom. As your paladin, I would ask audience with you.” I quietly waited, unsure what – if any – answer to expect.

It took but a few moments before I had my response. There were no words but somehow I knew. “Acadian, at dawn tomorrow along the Niben's shoreline nearby, we shall meet with Kynareth.”

“Well done, Buffy. In the interim, the day has been long. Your heart and body are weary. Rest.”

[haute ecole rider]

I remain happy and delighted to see this story continue, even as I share Buffy's grief as a fellow healer. I too have had patients I've lost, and it's difficult to not blame ourselves or question our abilities in these cases.

I had forgotten how you made Superian disappear and reappear, and how Phantom became part of that process - it has been too long since I read the earlier Buffy books.

A horse that won't drink beer! Yes, something is indeed off with our grand palomino.

And I begin to see the Dragon shaped future ahead of Buffy and Acadian, Superian and Phantom. Wonder how Buffy is going to deal with the cold?

[Lena Wolf]

Ahhh, Buffy rides again!

[SubRosa]

So Buffy is on the road again with horse and fox, and spiritual mentor and dragon in tow.

Looks like Superian is not thirsty, not even for a treat. Why does this set off low, ominous music in the background?

Buffy grapples with the guilt of failure. I do like that you are highlighting the fact that she is not perfect here. She still has much to learn, and is still capable of not seeing or knowing everything, especially when circumstances are at their worst. She is going to have to learn to forgive herself for not being perfect. Which will probably not be easy.

OTOH, it also reveals her empathy for others. There are people who literally would not care. But Buffy is not one of them, because other people matter to her. That is one of the things that makes her so endearing.

Uh oh, there it is, something is draining Phantom's magicka battery. A magical disease? A ghost? A daedra left over from the Oblivion Crisis? I expect Kynareth will have the answer.

[Lopov]

Yes, mourn those you cannot save, but do not lose sight of those you can.

As a healer myself, I can only say, that these words from the old paladin are wise, very wise.

I couldn't but help to chuckle a little at the scene, where Buffy is about to enter Bravil. Acadian finally managed to lift her morale a little and then Petronius asks about the Countess. I was sort of in anticipation, that this might happen.

What a clever way to bring the mare into the town.

So the first cliff-hanger of a sort is already there, at the same time I also wonder, who Drodda the Icewitch is.

P.S.
I've been posting again, yes, because my children are a bit older, so I have some more free time and I can also spend more time behind a screen.

[Renee]

I like that you've added the weekly recap already. My memory's bad, but thankfully not that bad! - But still, maybe I should start recapping as well.

I agree; I can't see Buffy just becoming a leader of Kvatch all the sudden. That would be a fail, methinks. My own Renee Gade III is supposed to be the Countess of Kvatch in her world for instance, through the Kvatch Rising mod, yet this is a fail because she's hardly ever in town. I don't even bother to RP her supposed title anymore!

Thinking constructively, I could see Buffy becoming the leader of, say, a Ranger's faction or some such. Something entirely within her skillset.

-- Her fox runs into the forest when they reach Pell's Gate, interesting.

-- She's being hard on herself for failing to cure/heal Odalys. I get it. I don't agree Buffy should blame herself entirely, but hey, I'm not in the medical profession. Also: Things in the world of Tamriel (as portrayed in this story) seem to go much broader than just 'cast a spell and you're healed!', as per how the games portray these situations.

-- Wow. Your elf and Acadian (you?) were arguing! Sort of. More like, Acadian trying to convince the elf she shouldn't beat herself up, while she vehemently disagreed.

We await next story, sir.


This post has been edited by Renee: Aug 29 2024, 05:30 PM

[Grits]

I was cackling when the stablehand greeted Superian first. But oh no, our favorite Palomino mare doesn’t want to finish her beer?

What a beautiful exchange between Buffy and Acadian.

Magnus was embracing the trees to our west as a gentle breeze carried the welcome smell of woodsmoke from the chimneys and cooking fires of Bravil.

I love how this sentence conveys a coming-home feeling. And I love Buffy’s Bravil! Yesss, the Mages Guild! I had to giggle at “foraging a meal.” It reminded me of rooting through their containers and scouring the surfaces for snacks in the game.

This episode’s demonstration of healer-paladin-horse-dragon-fox mechanics was very welcome. Also, Buffy is tiny! Like, really tiny! That was a good reminder.

I have to highlight one more thing, this very Buffy moment:

“Out with it, my paladin! I will not lose another patient due to delay!”

Why am I picturing fists on hips? And she’ll be on the move before dawn the next day. No grass is going to grow under Buffy’s feet while a friend is in danger!

[Acadian]

Previously- During Buffy’s travel from the Imperial City to Bravil, she noted a degree of lethargy in Superian. She laid on hands and assessed that nothing was physically wrong with the mare. That evening, with the mare safely recalled within Buffy, Acadian was able to discern that the problem was with Superian’s spirit mate, Phantom – the dragon created by Kynareth that served as Acadian’s mount during the Great Dragon War. Something was slowly draining Phantom’s spirit. Buffy asked for an audience with Kynareth to, hopefully, learn more.

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Rider- Thank you for asking about how Phantom and Superian’s spirits were joined. Here is a slightly edited excerpt from our Executive Summary covering the early portion of Book 2:
Whenever Acadian asks Phantom to join him, the dragon transitions Superian from mare into spirit form so she can be absorbed within Buffy. When Buffy asks Superian to join her, the reverse happens and the mare responds by moving the spirit from within Buffy and assuming physical form again. While our solution is a bit complex, it allows Buffy to avoid leaving her mare unattended in a dangerous land, and also provides the mare a lifespan that likely rivals Buffy’s.

Lena Wolf- Thank you! Yes, ride fast and shoot straight!

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind words about Buffy’s struggles with self-confidence. Strange indeed whatever is sapping Phantom but, like you and Acadian, I expect Kynareth can divine what the problem is.

Lopov- Your support as a healer is most gratifying indeed. I think it takes a very special nurturing and empathic nature. Over time, I think we’re seeing that evolve to be Buffy’s primary calling. She is a paladin though (not a priest or pure restoration mage) and will need to develop a balance between smiting her foes and healing her allies.

Renee- Thank you. I agree that Countess Buffy would be a bad idea. Yes, Acadian is a long dead paladin whose spirit dwells within Buffy. It’s not as intrusive as it sounds for, over time, their spirits have become inextricably intertwined almost into one. Sometimes he offers advice; sometimes she listens.

Grits- As ever, your gracious and astute comments are most welcome. Acadian is occasionally able to help talk his butterfly elf through her emotional crises. I’m glad you enjoyed the review of how Buffy ‘unsummons’ and ‘summons’ Superian and the complex interwoven spirits involved. In Buffy lore, a stone is 14 pounds so that puts Buffy at 84 pounds. She is actually lighter than she looks, for like all members of her Clouddancer clan she has light, birdlike bones as an adaptation for life in the highest branches of graht oak trees. Quite a bit more on Clouddancers later in the book. Incidentally, Buffy’s height is 4’9”.

Episode 3

Along a secluded stretch of beach just north of Bravil, I gazed across the Niben River at the trees along the eastern shore. Soon enough, Magnus’ first rays spilled through their branches. I heard a slow beating of wings behind me and turned in time to see her gently land. The white light she emanated gave a glow to her mane of hip-length thick golden tresses and gown of snowy white. She was much taller than I, and the suggestion of curves beneath the flowing silk made it clear she was more voluptuous as well. Such was the case with all Nordic women though. Her eyes were bright blue – not unlike my own.

“Th-thank you, My Lady, for coming to me,” I managed to stammer.

Kynareth’s warm smile did much to set me at ease. “I will not forsake my paladin, Buffy.” I recognized her voice – which seemed to gently echo all around me - from when she had proclaimed me her paladin and helped me heal Sir Agronak after the Oblivion Crisis not so long ago. “This is my natural form; however, it is . . . less than ideal for mundane business in the presence of mortals.” The glowing light around her faded as her appearance wavered, changing. A moment later an attractive but otherwise unremarkable Nordic woman stood before me. I still recognized her but, the long silk gown had become a simple linen dress of knee length and cream in color. Her hair was now restrained into a pair of plaits draped in front of her shoulders. And, of course, her wings were gone.

I realized my mouth was open. I closed it.

“This manifestation allows me to pass unobtrusively among mortals when I wish it.” Her voice, though still recognizable had lost its echo and gained the hint of a Nordic accent. “What troubles you, my paladins, for I sense unease in both of you?”

It was Acadian who spoke. “Your creation, the dragon, Phantom, is having what residual magicka she has retained after death very slowly drained from her spirit. We do not understand the source of the intrusion or how to stop it.”

Kynareth tilted her head slightly. “Will you bring forth the mare, Superian, who currently hosts Phantom’s spirit?”

“Of course, My Lady,” I replied. “Superian, I need you.” The same glacier colored mist into which she had dematerialized the evening prior formed in front of me. Quite quickly, the form of my mare took shape. When the mist cleared, Superian stood before us.

Kynareth took a step closer and allowed my mare to smell and investigate this new stranger. A gentle snort of approval elicited a smile from the Goddess. Superian offered no objection as Kynareth laid on hands and kept them there for some time.

With a slight furrow on her brow, she lowered her hands and announced, “You are correct. I know the cause, but fear it will not be easy to stop.”

“I have faced difficult challenges before,” I replied with more confidence than I felt.

Kynareth said, “Her energy is being siphoned by an errant sorceress known as Drodda the Icewitch, who has clearly located the long-frozen remains of our dragon. Dragons are beings of great mystic power. Even after several millennia, Phantom’s corpse still contains significant residual magicka. By siphoning this magic from the corporeal form of our ice dragon, Drodda seeks to enhance her own considerable skill with ice magic. That is what is weakening Phantom’s spirit. This ice wizard is dangerous and, if successful, will become much more so.”

The words of my own doctrine silently thrust themselves into my thoughts: ’If you are kind to me, I will love you dearly; if you are a threat to me or my friends, I will likely kill you.’ “Tell us,” I implored, “where is this sorceress who threatens my dragon-mare. I will seek her out and kill her!”

“Where is not the challenge, Buffy,” replied the Goddess.

“I don’t understand, My Lady,” I said.

Kynareth sighed. “Drodda and her foul plans exist in the Second Era - fully 750 years in the past.”

I scratched my head, growing more and more confused. “If she’s long in the past, how can she be affecting Phantom now? Has it already occurred? I still don’t understand.”

“Nor would I expect you to, Buffy. Those who have attempted to study chronomancy have invariably gone mad in the pursuit. I caution you not to dwell on the circular spiral of danger that questions about time can generate.”

“My Lady,” protested Acadian, “is there naught can be done?” I sensed his frustration and shared it.

“Perhaps,” replied Kynareth. “I shall need to consult the Dragon God of Time about the possibility of sending you after Drodda. If it is possible, Buffy, you must ask yourself if you would be willing to forsake your life here. . . your belongings, dear friends like Daenlin, Nilawen, Kud-Ei, Ardaline, Boderi Farano, Sirs Mazoga and Agronak.” After a moment, she added, “I would not be among them, but there are those who might argue the spirit of a dead dragon is not worth the risk of such an endeavor.”

I opened my mouth but Kynareth gently placed two elegant fingers over my lips to silence me. “Do not answer yet. Consider carefully and discuss it with Acadian while I consult with Akatosh. In the meantime, take comfort in knowing that we do have some time. It will be months before Drodda is able to draw enough magicka from Phantom to truly endanger her spirit.”

“I thank you for your assistance and wisdom,” I said, “and will await your further guidance.”

Her hand reached out and cupped my cheek. “It is you who may be doing a service for me, my young paladin. Phantom is my creation. She is precious to me as she is to both of you. . . and your mare carries all of her that I have left. Besides, Drodda represents a serious threat to those who live in her time. I must leave you now, but you will know when I have news for you.”

“My Lady?” I asked tentatively.

“Yes, Buffy?”

“How are you so readily able to list off my dearest friends?”

Her smile was surprisingly tender. “I knew you from the moment Acadian’s spirit joined yours while you were still in your mother’s womb. I was there at the moment of your sunrise birth alongside Nilawen as she delivered you. Yes, alongside my cousin Azura, for as your godmother, she was there as well. The Mistress of Twilight had neither aptitude for nor experience with children but did what she believed to be best for you as she claimed your spirit, effectively warding it from both Daedric Princes and Divines. That prevented me from reaching out to you until only recently, when Azura finally realized you were a child of light, lifted her warding and recommended you seek out the Divines. Be assured though, I was there. For every scraped knee. Every time you were teased by the human children about your large ears or small size. When you loosed your first arrow, cast your first spell, graduated from the Arcane University. When you discovered the wonders of love in the arms of Savlian Matius. And, yes, when you were forced to deal with the pain of his death. I know the number of hairs on your head, my paladin.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Did I answer your question?”

Quite overwhelmed, I was speechless and barely managed a meek nod.

“I have you at quite a disadvantage, Buffy, for I have known you all your life. You are only now just beginning to know me. As I said, you will know when I have word.” And with that, Kynareth was gone.

[Renee]

Read all comments from last week just now. Notice how we all gain different insights and perspectives from BB4 so far.

Whoa, Kynareth comes for a visit, changing from angelic to Nordic. Even Buffy is awed.

Drodda the Ice Witch... shoot. Can't just leave an innocent elf and her magical horse be. And she lives in the past? How are they gonna defeat a second-era antagonist if they're in the Third (Fourth...?) Era?

Kynareth is truly amongst the Gods. Time is not a constant that world.

Off-topic question: was Buffy aligned with dragons when you played Skyrim?

[haute ecole rider]

Welp. I must've had Skyrim on the brain reading B4 so far, because I was so sure Buffy and Acadian/Superian and Phantom were heading north into 4E Dragonland! But it seems we are traveling back in time instead. Hmmm, fun times ahead for Buffy and her gang! Looking forward to what obstacles will try to divert Buffy from her intention to heal Superian.

Kynareth/Kyne as a Nord does make sense, considering she is one of the main deities of Skyrim through the ages. After all, Kynesgrove is named after her!

[SubRosa]

I suspect that deities get used to mortals gaping at them with open mouths. It kind of comes with the territory of being godly. Though at least Kyne had the presence of mind to tone down her appearance to something more mundane.

So the eponymous Drodda the Ice Witch has finally made her appearance! I was at first wondering if perhaps she might be the new Countess of Kvatch. But no, it looks like she is a ne'er-do-well in need of smiting!

I see Buffy feels exactly the same! Let the smotage ensue!

Uh oh, not where, but when? This gets more and more interesting. And perhaps a tie to ESO? Buffy is going to have to find a way to go back in time. She does not have a Tardis, or a Delorean, so I wonder how she is going to manage this?

I must say, that Kyne/areth really shone in this episode. In both her grandeur, and her simplicity. But mainly in her earnestness, and her intimacy with Buffy. She has always been there, and always will be. As a paladin's deity should be.

[macole]

in this episode, I learned a lot about Buffy and her relationship with Arcadian, Superian, and the dragon spirit Phantom. I'm looking forward to hearing more of their history as Buffy goes to the 2nd era where it all begins. Or does it?

This post has been edited by macole: Sep 7 2024, 02:18 AM