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Buffy the Bowgirl, Book 1, Thread 2, Do You Know the Way to Kvatch? |
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| Acadian |
Sep 12 2010, 03:37 PM
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Paladin

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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Welcome to Thread 2, or the second season of Buffy's Book 1! This book began with Buffy being briefly incarcerated in the Imperial Prison and will end as she attempts to bring freedom to the city of Kvatch. It is a sprawling story that will require more than 150 episodes, spread over five threads. Appropriately, I have nicknamed Book 1, 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?' Thread 1 included episodes 1-26. * Please allow me to offer a small summary of Thread 1 that I hope might prove useful as a review, or for those who are joining us in progress: Buffy witnessed the death of Uriel Septim VII in the Imperial Prison. She eventually delivered the Amulet of Kings to Jauffre, who treated her rudely. Buffy's response to this, of course, was to drop the amulet on his desk and storm out. At one point in her travels, Buffy encountered an Oblivion gate at Kvatch. Terrified, she quickly heeded the orders of Savlian Matius to leave the area. In their brief encounter however, Buffy seemed drawn to the brave Captain Matius - quite struck by his noble and selfless bravery. She was confident the Empire would resolve the situation that she considered well beyond her meager ability to influence. Our orphan from Bravil then began to refine her confidence and skills toward adventure, even recently graduating from the Arcane University as a mystic archer. * Now, for those newer readers who would like to catch up to us in one short sitting, you might find this helpful: Buffy – The Executive Summary Thread.* When we last left Buffy, she had just earned the Star of Azura. It seemed her immediate plans were to dispatch some minor chores in the Imperial City, then head home. We now join Buffy, in the City of Mara. * * * 27 Graduation Party "Hmph, she doesn't look like much of a mage to me," snorted Fathis Aren. "More like a half-dressed wood nymph running around with a bow most of the time. Thankfully, somebody at least coaxed the little forest creature into a proper dress tonight." The Bravil guild was assembled at the dining table enjoying a meal in celebration of my graduation from the Arcane University. It had been delayed for several weeks because our guild head, Kud-Ei, had been visiting relatives in the Black Marsh. I was seated across the table from Fathis Aren. His words silenced the room. I set my fork down and said icily, "I wasn't aware that your approval of my appearance was required." Fathis had been abusive towards me for some time. I guessed it was because I had, on more than one occasion, deflected his amorous advances. It seemed he liked 'wood nymphs'. I might have thought that humorous but, at the moment, there was nothing suggesting humor in the dark elf's dangerous manner. There was also no doubt that his magic skills vastly exceeded my own. To make matters worse, my bow was at home. It had never occurred to me that I might need to defend myself within the sanctuary of my own guild. Despite the blue gown that Delphine had kindly 'coaxed me into', I felt quite naked. The Dunmer sorcerer coldly returned my gaze, seemingly unimpressed. "I'll caution you, young Apprentice, to mind your tone when addressing the Staff Wizard to the Court of Bravil." His hand was glowing menacingly and just a hint of sparks danced from his fingers as they drummed the surface of the table. I felt my anger simmering as I slowly stood up. I knew I couldn't cast a spell to defend myself if I was seated. I was unsure if the powerful wizard across the table was similarly constrained, or whether his sparks were just for show. Fathis' eyes remained locked on mine as he leaned slightly forward. With one elbow on the table, he slowly raised that ominously glowing hand towards his ear. The slight sparking between his fingers intensified slightly. Kud-Ei, from her seat at the head of the table, stood as I did. "You just hold it right there Fathis!" The glaring Argonian crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. "I'll do anything for my girls. You may be someone important over in that castle, but this is my guild house. What has gotten in to you? Did the Count yank your chain today? If you think you can come in here and try to intimidate one of my mages, you have another thing coming. You just stop this nonsense right now and mind your manners, or get out of my guild! Is that clear?" By now, Delphine Jend was also on her feet, with deadly resolve in her eyes. I realized Kud-Ei could instantly paralyze the sorcerer or take control of his mind if she chose. Delphine on the other hand, could freeze Fathis solid, then shatter him like a block of ice. Fathis might have been a match for one, but he could not hope to survive the pair of formidable guild mates now standing on my behalf. Mystical energy and tension pulsed through the room, causing the hair to rise slightly from the back of my neck. The power of these giants of magic dwarfed the pathetic flare spell, or even dancing cobra that I could cast. If there was any emotion in Fathis' red eyes, it didn't show. He continued looking directly at me while addressing the head of the Bravil guild. "Why Mother Kud-Ei, I meant no offense to your young charge." The glow slowly faded from his hand as he reached for the goblet in front of him. "In fact, let me propose a toast to your newly returned graduate." He raised his goblet. Fathis caused us no further trouble that evening. I had always admired and looked up to Kud-Ei. I now loved her dearly, and was so very proud to be one of 'her girls'. After dinner, Ita Rienus pulled me aside. "Don't worry too much about Fathis. He fancies himself quite the ladies' man, and I know he's been pestering you. You're an attractive young elf with a beautiful heart and spirit, Buffy. To Fathis however, I suspect you simply represent another potential notch for his bedpost. That his advances have turned to insults is, oddly enough, encouraging. It means he realizes he's lost this conquest. I'm sure he'll move on to another soon. Still shaken by the encounter, I asked, "Did you see how cold his eyes were, Ita? Do you think he will try to hurt me?" "Oh my, he did scare you, child." The older Imperial's eyebrows furrowed with concern. "I truly don't believe you're in danger. Even though he's not in our chapter, Fathis is still subject to the rules of the Mages Guild Charter just like the rest of us. He won't cross the Council of Mages by hurting a member of the guild. It would risk his cushy position at the castle." "I'm sure you're right. As much as he angers and frightens me, I hope someday he finds that special woman who can capture his heart," I smiled sweetly and added, "so she can break it and leave behind a crushed shell." Ita's eyes widened, then she returned my smile. "Well I guess it's true enough that Oblivion hath no fury like a woman scorned. . . but enough of this kind of talk." Changing the subject, she said, "You look as pretty as the Dangerous Delphine tonight." "Thank you." I blushed. "I'm afraid I didn't give her much to work with, but you know our irrepressible Delphine; she couldn't resist the challenge." I held up my arms, clad in blue velvet, and playfully spun around once. "Here I am, in one of her dresses. She even provided some of her jewelry for the night, and taught me another way I can arrange my hair." Ita stabbed a finger at the air over my shoulder. "Look, here comes the Diva of Destruction hersel-" "Oh there's our graduate!" Delphine breezed into the conversation. The bubbly Breton smiled and fussed busily with the neckline of my dress as she continued, "Now, isn't this much nicer than wearing those. . ." she wrinkled her nose, "animal skins you and Daenlin seem to favor?" I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you for the fashion assistance, Delphine - and for standing on my behalf at dinner." She frowned and lowered her voice - both were unusual actions for Delphine. "Listen, if that green bag of wind who does parlor tricks for the count bothers you again, you just let me know. I'll turn him into a chicken!" Without pausing for breath, her face brightened and she was off to another subject. "Don't worry about those destruction grades you got at the University, Buffy. We'll have you blowing things up before you know it. Why, we'll start with crates and barrels," Delphine's hands started dancing descriptively, "then work our way up to small buildings, then -" her eyes darted across the room. "Oh is that Carandial I see? You ladies simply must excuse me." As quickly as she had whirled into the discussion, Delphine was off again. Ita shook her head, but smiled fondly as Delphine flittered away. "I get tired just watching her." The Imperial's eyes suddenly sparkled as she plunged a hand into the folds of her burgundy skirt and produced Azura's Star. Placing it in my hand, she said, "Thanks for letting me study this for the past couple days. It is indeed everything we had hoped for, and I know it'll serve you well." "I'm very fortunate to have earned Azura's favor, Ita. I think she liked me. Thank you for sharing the legend with me and putting up with my badgering questions." Another guest that evening was Ungarion. The Altmer owned 'A Warlock's Luck', the magic shop in Bravil. He was not a member of the guild, but visited us routinely. As the evening was winding down, he approached, smiling. "Let me add my congratulations and welcome home to you!" "Why thank you Ungarion. I'm pleased that you joined us tonight." I looked up into his eyes and could see that he had more to say. Tilting my head pleasantly, I invited him to continue. Ungarion dropped his voice and lowered his head towards me. "Buffy, some of your recent. . . ah, how shall we say this. . . adventures have come to my attention. In fact, there is a matter I would very much like to discuss with you," a single eyebrow climbed his forehead as he added, "privately. Would you do me the honor of sharing a meal in my store tomorrow after hours?" I was intrigued. The high elf was a respected merchant and had always been kind to me. After a moment I replied, "Ungarion, I'd be pleased to. See you tomorrow then." After the party was over and I was home in bed, I thought about the events of the evening. Buffy, what were you thinking, standing to confront Fathis Aren? Were it not for the intervention of Kud-Ei and Delphine, you could easily be dead now. When I was insulted, I did or said dangerously stupid things. I was sure Fathis had hoped I would cast a silly flare spell or some such at him. Yes, that would have given him a handy self-defense justification to turn my bones into ash - which I had no doubt he could do. I thought about Boderi's characterization of me. Someday, my dragon spirit would really get my butterfly butt into trouble. The episode with Fathis reminded me of my confrontation with Earana in Chorrol, after giving the 'Fingers of the Mountain' book to Teekeeus. My angry words overrode prudence there also. Were it not for the watchful Chorrol city guard, that incident could have meant my death. Unlike Fathis however, Earana was not a member of the guild. She was not restricted by the rules - but neither was I. I had been back to Chorrol on several occasions since my first encounter with the rogue mage. Each time she had become more threatening. I was convinced that her death or mine was inevitable. Further, I firmly believed whoever chose the conditions and struck first would survive, while the other would not. As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts turned to Ungarion. What sort of mysterious business did the merchant of magic trinketry have in mind? Oh well, I would find out the next evening. * * * From Buffy's scrapbook: ScreenshotThis post has been edited by Acadian: Oct 28 2011, 10:24 PM
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| Linara |
Nov 1 2010, 05:27 PM
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Agent
Joined: 25-September 10
From: Bruma, in a book.

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QUOTE An object materialized in my hands. "Another staff?" I protested. "Do I look like a mage?" My words fell upon a cold, stone statue. My favorite line, I think. I've had several characters with the same frustrated response. Well, now that Buffy understands it usually isn't worth it to chase after those artifacts, perhaps she will head to Kvatch? Nah, probably not.
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| ureniashtram |
Nov 1 2010, 06:24 PM
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Knower

Joined: 12-October 09
From: The River Acheron to the Gates of Hell.

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QUOTE I guess I’m the only one who chooses to give Arkved a merciful release rather than leave him to be a personal ball of yarn for a Daedric Prince. Nope, you're not the only one. Although, my 'merciful release' involves punches being thrown and healing spells being cast... so, yes. You're not the only one, Des. Well, I more-or-less caught up, and this part was the one who hooked me in the most! Buffy is definately transforming into an accomplished mystic-archer, so much so that I'm tempted to create one! Just reading the tweaks you made in Vaernima's quest makes me want to say 'Argh! Why didn't I thought of that!' Well done, Acadian!
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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| mALX |
Nov 1 2010, 06:35 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

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QUOTE(ureniashtram @ Nov 1 2010, 01:24 PM)  QUOTE I guess I’m the only one who chooses to give Arkved a merciful release rather than leave him to be a personal ball of yarn for a Daedric Prince. Nope, you're not the only one. Although, my 'merciful release' involves punches being thrown and healing spells being cast... SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!!
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| Acadian |
Nov 2 2010, 01:21 PM
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Paladin

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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In Chapter 42, Buffy continued to feel the vulnerability of having her fears laid bare by Vaermina; yet she pressed on to Arkved's inner chamber. No doubt influenced by her unhappy exposure to the Dark Brotherhood and Sheogorath, she chose to let Arkved live, albeit stuck in his dream world. As with her previous two Daedric Shrine quests, she was quite disappointed in the inappropriateness of Vaermina's token for a bowgirl. She mentioned that from Varemina's Shrine, she would head for the University. treydog- Thank you. Somehow, I really do see things through her eyes when we travel Tamriel. I particularly like the Arkved encounter, because there is certainly a case to be made for either decision. In fact, I can imagine Athlain wrestling with that decision. Daydreaming and doodling horse pictures at University? Indeed, I expect Buffy is not alone there! On her compulsion to collect Daedric trinkets: The first step is for her to admit she has a problem.  By acknowledging that Acadian may have been right, I hope she is taking that step. mALX- Heh. That staff, as you say, can be more fun than a barrel of monkeys all right! Didn't we just read Maxical's account of how much fun monkeys can be?  Thank you for saying Buffy was at her 'Buffiest' here! When we talk of daydreaming at the Arcane and not paying attention to her studies, why does everyone immediately think of our poor little kit? Foxy- Thanks for reading! Rider- Yes, somehow I suspected Buffy was not alone at drawing horse pictures during her school days!  The Arkved decision is one I thought might be close to your heart: 'Above all do no harm' vs 'mercy killing'. I guess what nudged Buffy is that when she established that healing bond, she felt no pain or suffering from Arkved. SubRosa- Your sharp insight nailed the three things of Buffy's that were very important to us in this episode: Her new boot quiver, her ears, and her doctrine. Thank you so much! Destri- Be at ease, my friend. You are not the only one who would grant Arkved the mercy of death. Acadian might have done the same. That characters with good hearts could make different choices here, reflects upon the quality and depth of this quest. Thank you so much for the kind words. Buffy has indeed become more lethal, when she controls the encounter. The little glass cannon (or butterfly dragon) still has much to learn though. I am pleased at this point that she seems to be getting her head around the discipline, restraint and responsibility that comes with proficiency in the use of deadly force. I fear her first encounter with clannfears however, served to terrify her more than render her a Daedra Slayer. Linara- Heh. Acadian has gently tried to tell Buffy she has all the trinkets she really needs (awesome bow, Azura's Star and a pair of massive detect life rings). Oh well, I think she is starting to figure it out. The two of them will fully evaluate and analyze her motivation to seek out Daedra Shrines in a couple chapters. Kvatch? Savlian told her to stay away; and of course Buffy always does as she is told. Well, sometimes but maybe, well he wouldn't mind a brief visit, would he? ureniashtram- Hey, no fair using Arkved as a punching bag! Although. . . Buffy just might confess to damaging a troll's speed to zero via poison, then getting a touch of archery practice herself. Those trolls are handy 'cuz they regenerate hitpoints. I'm honored that Buffy might inspire you to try a mystic archer! Thanks for the kind words. * * * 43 Lions and Lessons Swaths of tall grass were trampled down and streaked with blood. We pressed deeper into the meadow. What manner of atrocity was this!?! Just south of Imperial Isle was a beautiful grassy field where wild horses often frolicked. I had brought Superian here as a treat on our way back to the University, so she could run and play with them. They were all dead. I stood in my stirrups, and surveyed the carnage. The horses' wounds revealed they had clearly been killed by tooth or claw. Nausea, anger and fear welled within me. An Imperial Legion rider slowly approached, but I saw no sign of the beast responsible for this slaughter. Superian's raised head and pricked ears gave but a moment's notice before I heard the unmistakable throaty warning of a big cat. I could see a slight movement of tawny fur in the tall grass. My mare needed no encouragement to wheel and be off in a burst of speed. Judging from the roar behind, I was sure the lion was after us. The Legion rider took note, and spurred his steed toward us at a dead run. Our two horses thundered past each other, barely an arm's length apart. Superian and I were fleeing danger, as the Legion soldier and his bay charged into it. Hooves casting a spray of dirt, grass and dust, we rapidly whirled to follow after the soldier on his bay. He had vaulted from his mount, drawn his sword and was now engaged with the mountain lion. Drawing Superian to an abrupt stop, I was on the ground with my bow drawn. The deadly dance between cat and sword was too quick for me to shoot without risk of hitting the soldier. I silently screamed in frustration as I frantically danced and sidestepped, trying to get a shot. Watching the fight over the tip of my arrow, I was helpless to assist my rescuer. I felt as though a part of my heart was ripped from me as the brave man fell. My first arrow harmlessly hit the dirt as the lion sprang at the Imperial Legion horse. The second shot thudded into the side of the blade-wounded cat, killing it. Sprinting to the soldier, my worst fear was confirmed. He was dead. I walked calmly to his horse so as not to frighten her further. She was on her feet, but bleeding and trembling. Channeling healing magic through my fingertips, I gently ran them over her wounds, sharing some of her pain. I continued caressing her neck and reassuring the bay until her heart returned to a normal pace. I somberly returned to the fallen soldier. Kneeling beside him, I removed the Imperial's helmet and gently placed my hand upon his face. I closed his blue eyes, while my own welled with tears that spilled onto his armor. "T-thank you, brave man," I stammered through quivering lips. I searched for identification. His name, Gaius Rulician, was engraved on the back of his shield. I placed it into my pack. He was too heavy for me to move, but this man didn't deserve to be picked at by bandits or scavengers. Gathering dry brush and branches, I built a pyre around him and torched it. I watched the fire for a long time. Eventually, the soldier's noble spirit rose with the smoke, leaving behind the iron and steel he no longer needed. After casting a spell upon the Legion horse, I mounted Superian and we continued our journey. The bay, enchanted by my spell, followed behind. I sadly rubbed the neck of my own mare. "Sorry girl, no horseplay today." I would deliver Gaius' shield and horse to the Legion stables just outside the Imperial City. Superian and I would then continue on to the University. I was still carrying the staves of Sheogorath and Vaermina that I wanted to be available for display and research at the Mystic Archives. I was angry and ashamed. The soldier had lost his life defending me, yet I had been powerless to assist him. I was used to fighting alone. How many more lives would my inability to fight near allies cost? Another brave soldier? Perhaps my precious mare? * * * "Beautiful, isn't it?" My eyes shot open as I snapped my head toward the voice and jumped to my feet. "Forgive me Buffy, I didn't mean to surprise you." It was Boderi Farano. As she saw my face, her ruby eyes opened wide. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Boderi, I-" pushing aside the face of the brave Legion soldier who had died protecting me just the day prior, I stammered, "-b-beautiful?" "Yes, the alchemy garden this time of day. I often come to this very spot in the mornings to think." She opened her arms and we hugged. After a moment, she placed her hands on my shoulders and held me at arms' length. "Let me look at you, my Apprentice. Tell me of your travels - and what is causing the storm clouds behind those pretty blue eyes." I looked at the garden. Boderi was right. The sun had climbed above the University walls and now caused dewdrops on the vibrant flowers to sparkle. It was lovely. "Sit with me, Boderi." The Dunmer battlemage gracefully joined me on a stone bench in front of the garden. She had been my advisor while I was training at the University, and was also a wonderful friend and mentor. She was one of the few who understood both my passion for the bow and refusal to use melee weapons. We spent the next two hours with my journal open, as I recounted some of my recent adventures. Boderi listened intently, occasionally asking questions until I closed the journal. Her ability to capture nuances and remember details had always impressed me. "You have the physical skills and magic you need to be a potent mystic archer." Boderi then continued cryptically as she gently wagged a finger at me, "it is your mind that you must focus." There was always more to Boderi's meaning than her words conveyed. "Explain, my mentor," I prompted her. "How can I better survive? You know my strengths and weaknesses." "All right Buffy. Pay attention," she began. "There is a reason you are uncomfortable with blades. Your forte is not the split second action and reaction required by strike and parry combat. You are at your best when you control the situation. Your strengths are your cunning and planning - you are an archer first, a mage second and a skirmisher not at all. Work with your strengths. When you entered Howling Cave and were confronted with numerous necromancers in close proximity, what did you do?" "I disappeared, so I could have a moment to come up with a plan," I replied tentatively. "And you prevailed because you had a plan. The same can be said of your other successes, whether slaying vampires for Azura, outsmarting the guards of Lord Drad, or managing to survive a clannfear." She continued, "now, why did you not fare as well during your recent episode with that mountain lion and the Legion soldier in the meadow just south of here?" I cringed as I relived that lion killing the soldier over the tip of my arrow. "Because they were moving too fast for me to get a shot without risking the soldier?" "No, Buffy." She shook her head slowly. "Think. Imagine they are still fighting, frozen in time. Come up with a plan. Think it through." I pretended there was no rush, and thought. Suddenly it was so simple. "A command creature spell!" I chirped proudly. "Even if I missed on the first cast, it wouldn't hurt the soldier. I could have immobilized that lion!" "Perfect, young illusionist!" Boderi beamed. "Now, why didn't you do that?" Learning from Boderi was always a circuitous adventure itself. "Because I didn't have time to come up with a plan." I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't freeze time!" "You can't?" The battlemage raised one eyebrow sharply. "Let me ask you something, Buffy. If you encounter the same situation tomorrow, will you stand there again like a helpless child with your bow?" "No, of course not," I countered. "I would know to use a command creature spell instead." Then it hit me, and I added excitedly, "because I froze time today!" Boderi dropped her chin toward her chest for emphasis as she enunciated, "precisely." She then looked into my eyes and continued, "you need to anticipate challenges and determine solutions to them before they ever present themselves. Very few of us can come up with an ideal solution in the span of a few heartbeats," she paused to chuckle softly, "and you, my butterfly dragon, are not one of those few. When you are fighting to protect someone, or you have your horse nearby, you cannot disappear and think. That thinking must be done in advance. If you can imagine a fight, you can control its outcome before it ever occurs." Boderi was brilliant as ever. "Thank you my wise advisor. As always, I owe you so much. I shall heed your words and craft a new command creature spell - one with an ample area of effect so it will be easier to hit fast moving targets." She nodded. "That's a fine solution to this particular challenge, Buffy, but it’s the analytical thinking I want you to take from this. Imagine your worst fears, and craft strategies to deal with them in advance." "Can you teach me some more about this, Boderi?" I asked, tilting my head. Boderi placed two delicate fingers aside her pretty blue-green cheek. Her eyes then swept across the green patina-covered spires of the University for several moments. "Very well. Magic can solve many problems that your bow cannot. What will you do when faced by several foes, and one of them inflicts you with an effect that disables your spellcasting?" "I never thought of that before. I wouldn't be able to control their minds or disappear. Give me a minute to think." I scratched my head. "Yes. Think it through." The Dunmer smiled patiently. "Oh, I know!" I said. "I'd be in big trouble if that happened now, but after thinking about it, I know I need to carry some powerful dispel potions with me." "Well done, Buffy. I suspect you will now review how to make such potions, carry them with you and develop the tactics to use them in combat." She then stood and lifted her eyes toward the sun. "Goodness, I have a class to teach." She held open her arms again. I put my journal away, stood and we hugged. "I feel better, Boderi. I always do after talking with you." After a few paces, she turned around briefly and smiled. "Buffy, I'm very proud of you." I headed to the Lustratorium to craft some dispel potions. Creating my new command creature spell could wait until the next day, as well as presenting those silly Daedric staves to Tar-Meena at the Mystic Archives. * * * From Buffy's scrapbook: ScreenshotThis post has been edited by Acadian: Mar 17 2012, 02:31 PM
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| SubRosa |
Nov 2 2010, 04:51 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Between The Worlds

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That evil lion has returned in Buffy 2.0 I see, and just as in 1.0, felled the brave legionary who came to Buffy's defense. In spite of all the skill we have seen the Buffster develop lately, here you have given us her one glaring weakness. The archer's inability to get a clean shot off into melee. I think it was a wise choice leaving out the goblins of Fatback Cave this time. By concentrating on Buffy's own feelings of inadequacy and guilt over the soldier's death, you give the entire event more weight in our minds. That shifts the chapter to being entirely a character-driven piece. caused dewdrops on the vibrant flowers to sparkle.This is a particularly evocative description! my butterfly dragonI still love this term as well! I headed to the LustatoriumShe is going to Nerussa's bedroom? This post has been edited by SubRosa: Nov 2 2010, 04:53 PM
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| treydog |
Nov 2 2010, 09:13 PM
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Master

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The Smoky Mountains

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It is a measure of Buffy’s heart that she feels the pain of Gaius’ death so deeply. And it is entirely in keeping with her nature. QUOTE “That thinking must be done in advance. If you can imagine a fight, you can control its outcome before it ever occurs." Train to the point where it is reflex, not thought. You rarely have time to think in the midst of a fight. Boderi is the mentor we all wish we had. This is an outstanding guide to how to win the battle in your head before the first arrow flies. Beyond that, this chapter is reason number 562 why we love Buffy.
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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| Destri Melarg |
Nov 2 2010, 11:49 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 16-March 10
From: Rihad, Hammerfell

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This chapter is a perfect illustration of the old quote: QUOTE ‘Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.’ Leave it to Boderi to turn a potentially devastating encounter into a lesson learned and taken to heart. Who knows how many lives will be saved in Buffy’s future as a direct result of Gaius Rulician’s noble efforts. How many Legion riders will live to quaff a tankard of mead at a roadside tavern because Rulician’s sacrifice gave Buffy the tools to aid them? Even though he only appeared in her consciousness for the space of a few moments, his effect on her life is both profound and far-reaching. I can think of no greater honor for the man than that. Just a small nit: QUOTE “Forgive me Buffy, I didn’t mean to surprise you.” It was Boderi Farano. As she saw my face, her ruby eyes opened wide. What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You forgot to open the quote before Boderi’s question.
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| Doommeister |
Nov 3 2010, 06:49 PM
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More of the excellent writing I have come to expect from you mate.
As a mystic archer myself, (thanks for the inspiration) on Target command spells have saved my life more than once. Many is the time I've used it to thin out the enemy, even sometimes not having to fire a shot.(scamps seem to like attacking each other at exactly the same time, and therefore killing each other)
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As the assassin draws near, despair! As the assassin draws near, pray for mercy! As the assassin draws near, beg for your life!
The hands of fate have been cruel to you my friend. I will grant you a quick and painless death.
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| Casper1984 |
Nov 4 2010, 02:08 PM
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QUOTE(Linara @ Nov 4 2010, 03:49 AM)  I always feel awful when an Imperial Legion soldier ends up dying because I've got a few wolves and a bandit behind me, and really guilty. I guess I'm not the only one.
My level of imagination concerning my character's feelings is way below the level of you guys, so when this happens I secretly hope he dies so I can sell his armor.  All I do is decide what quests to do and which to leave as well as how to earn money, but that's usually related to what class he/she is. I've read this ep. on the bethsoft forums so I knew it already. Didn't read them in order so I'm clueless as to what happens next. Btw, anyone know why I can't send pm's? QUOTE(Doommeister @ Nov 3 2010, 06:49 PM)  As a mystic archer myself, (thanks for the inspiration) on Target command spells have saved my life more than once. Many is the time I've used it to thin out the enemy, even sometimes not having to fire a shot.(scamps seem to like attacking each other at exactly the same time, and therefore killing each other)
My mystic archer is only level 4 so I'm not there yet. Plus I'm using OOO so the world is a little different in some aspects and it requires even more caution and training than Buffy was forced to do. Even the planned skill progression is different because Sigil Stones are maxed at lvl 27 and higher. And not the full OOO either which in my case means that leveling is as usual but training is 3 times as expensive. So using alchemy to earn money is a bit awkward now as it doesn't earn me much money to spend on training my majors. Needless to say, dungeon looting is harder and 'my Buffy' isn't ready for that yet. This post has been edited by Casper1984: Nov 4 2010, 02:16 PM
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| Acadian |
Nov 5 2010, 01:55 PM
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Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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Chapter 43 revealed a glaring weakness in Buffy's tactics. Her inability to safely shoot her bow in support of an ally engaged in melee combat cost the life of a Legion soldier. Consolation, as well as answers, came in the form of an impromptu lesson from Buffy's brilliant battlemage mentor, Boderi Farano. 'Tis a lesson forged in blood that our easily-flustered bowgirl will not forget. mALX- Thank you! The screenshot is an ancient original - Number 46 - she is up to about number 700 now. You're right, the lion attack happened just about the way Buffy describes it - with just as powerful an impact on us.  We could not resist portraying the random encounter in her story. Foxy- I'm so pleased that Boderi's lesson spoke to your warrior spirit the same way it did last time around. Thank you! SubRosa- I'm glad you support leaving the goblin sparring out this time around. Yes, I know Teresa has experienced the same heartbreaking frustration of trying to help an ally engaged in melee. I'm so glad Boderi was able to lead Buffy toward a possible tactic to help. Butterfly dragon - full credit for the dragon part goes to one of your earlier suggestions to us. It was Boderi that spotted the contradiction in Buffy, but you who helped us name it. We have plans for her dragon - if we can keep her butterfly alive. Oooh! Lustatorium -positively enchanting! Rider- Thank for the word poignant regarding the lion encounter. That is so very much what we were striving to share. Regarding leaving no live enemy behind, I hope that Buffy will gain the skill and courage to do that; she certainly has the predator spirit. In the next chapter, it grows clearer to her why she may need more skill and courage than she currently possesses. treydog- Aww. Thank you so much, trey.  I am proud of Buffy that she felt responsible for Gaius' death, then vowed to try and correct the cause. She is fortunate indeed for the wisdom and talent of Boderi. Destri- As you recall, Buffy's introduction to the Legion came via a shield bash in chapter one. Since then, she has learned great respect for the soldiers of the Legion. In fact, she seems to feel quite the admiration for those who choose the path of steel and charge into the enemy - perhaps because she cannot. Up to this point, those iron behemoths seemed invincible to Buffy, as they swatted wolves away from her during her travels. It was a shock to learn their survivability had limits. Thank you for the nit so I could repair it. Doommeister- Thank you. Buffy is humbled that some of the same survival tactics she uses have helped your mystic archer! Linara- That Buffy's sadness touched you is a wonderful compliment. Thank you! Casper- Thanks for reading. I hope you'll stay with us. Try sending pm's after posting a few more times; I believe there is a delay in implementing some of the forum's features. How neat that you are playing a mystic archer! We do not use OOO (or any big/overhaul mods), but I have heard that it certainly ups the challenge. * * * 44 What in the name of Akatosh are you doing? The twang of Slayer's bowstring filled my ears as the first clannfear fell at my feet. That only cleared a path for the second one right behind him. A trio of scamps lurked at range, and were forming fireballs in their bony hands - meant for me. How did I let this happen? The clannfear sprang at me. There was no time for arrow or spell. All I could see were hungry eyes and a vicious beak, intent on tearing into my flesh. I tried to raise my bow and channel magicka into it to help block the attack, but something held my left shoulder down. I opened my mouth to scream. "Buffy! Buffy, wake up!" The gentle shaking on my shoulder and insistent voice of an Argonian woman dispelled the horror. "You were having a nightmare!" Raising my head with a start, I gasped, "Daedra!" Becoming aware of my surroundings, I grabbed Tar-Meena's hand, still on my left shoulder. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I-I'm sorry." "I am not surprised! While I am pleased to have the Daedric artifacts that you have generously provided the University for study and display, I am getting quite concerned about you. Look at these books you have been pouring over all night. You do realize it is morning, young lady?" Tar-Meena poked among the dozen or so volumes spread around me. "I think you have every text in the Mystic Archives on Daedra and Daedric Princes here." One hand wagged a scaly finger at me, while the other found its way to her hip. "What in the name of Akatosh are you doing?" Her tone made it clear the question was not rhetorical. Orange eyes blinked, waiting for an answer. "I-I've just been fascinated by Daedra and Daedra Lords for some time now. I guess I need a break though? Here, let me put these away." I started to gather up the books so I could return them to the stacks. "I will take care of these. Go get some fresh air," she admonished. "Shoo!" "Yes, Tar-Meena." A few minutes later I was seated on a stone bench near the University's alchemical garden enjoying the fresh coolness. The spot was a favorite of both Boderi and I. Why was I fascinated by things Daedric? The early sun cast a brilliant blue sky overhead, but had not yet scaled the tall University walls to shine upon the garden - too early for Boderi. Why couldn't I just be satisfied collecting wine for a hobby? Seventeen Daedra Lords, and it seemed like each had their own realm or plane. I felt like a walking volume from the Archives myself. I had learned that all of them, save Jyggalag and Mehrunes Dagon were known to have shrines within Cyrodiil; in fact, I had been able to deduce most of their locations and transcribe them onto my map. "Acadian, at first I just sought the legendary Azura's Star to recharge my bow. Then Raminus asked me to talk to Meridia when I investigated those necromancers. I guess I then got a little carried away traipsing us all over Cyrodiil because I thought I wanted the artifacts of Daedra Lords." I sighed heavily. "You were right though; I am disappointed. I know now, after Vaermina, I don't really care about their trinkets. So why do they still fascinate me?" How do you feel about clannfears?I squirmed. "You know they terrify me. How many times have I awoken us, sweating and crying about being eaten alive? Why do you ask?" Ignoring my questions, Acadian silently continued, what did you promise Savlian Matius?"What does that have to do with anything? He asked me to return after that fiery portal was closed, and I promised I wou-" The word froze in my mouth as things began to make sense. I continued slowly, "Uriel Septim told me the Prince of Destruction was responsible for the jaws of Oblivion. I'm not the brightest star in the night sky, but I realize from my studies that Mehrunes Dagon is the one responsible for that Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. Ungarion said portals like that are held open by sigil stones - that means they can be closed." And how does that concern you? "Acadian, you can be as confusing to talk with sometimes as Boderi." I scratched my head. "That Legion rider, Falcedon - the one I met near Kvatch - said the armies are busy trying to hold the provinces of the Empire together now." I paused for a few moments before I could force out the next words: "No help will come for Savlian will it?" I wasn't surprised, but my heart still broke when he agreed. I continued, "no one is going to close that gate if we don't help, are they." It wasn't a question, for we both knew the answer. "Why, Acadian - was that a wince I felt from my paladin?" I closed my eyes as he requested. A vision formed. It was a place like none I had seen. The land was dead, as was the sparse vegetation. Thunder rolled through the canyons, and lightning streaked across the dark red sky. Fire danced across lakes of bubbling lava that split the rocky wasteland. Stone bridges had been broken and pushed up into useless angles by violent movements of the land. Twisted towers marked the horizon. Daedra roamed - stalking for mortals. I was speechless for a long time, as a shudder ran from the back of my neck down to my toes. Finally I whispered, "by Mara, if you were trying to frighten me, you sure did a good job. At least I now know what the terrifying plane of Oblivion controlled by Mehrunes Dagon looks like. Deadlands." "Acadian, you realize you've revealed your fear of the Deadlands as well?" Rather than waiting for an answer, I quickly continued, "don't worry, we're not going to run off to Kvatch and jump into an Oblivion Gate - not after that nightmare I had this morning and the vision you just showed me. Perhaps in our travels, we can recruit some assistance for those brave soldiers standing between that gate and Cyrodiil." And do you now understand your fascination with Daedra Lords?"Yes," I admitted. "Since Mehrunes Dagon is responsible for that gate, perhaps one of his colleagues can teach me to fight Daedra on their own turf and survive in that environment. I mean, it was a result of completing Vaermina's task that I learned to kill scamps, and that I'm not really ready to fight clannfears - yet. I don't know if I can ever close that gate, but. . . perhaps I can learn enough to at least go in and scout it out for Savlian." I added hesitantly, "does that sound like an okay plan, and will you come with me?" Our spirits joined long ago, and it is not a commitment I take lightly. We live or die as one, my bowgirl. "Thank you, my paladin. My choices on which shrines to pick haven't exactly worked out for the best perhaps. I mean, maybe I could use some help there. When I awaken tomorrow, it would please me to find a blue mark on my map." This post has been edited by Acadian: Nov 8 2010, 02:12 PM
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| Doommeister |
Nov 5 2010, 02:09 PM
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Excellent work as always acadian. I can't think of anything else to say, except for a S.G.M
Oh, and first!
This post has been edited by Doommeister: Nov 5 2010, 02:10 PM
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As the assassin draws near, despair! As the assassin draws near, pray for mercy! As the assassin draws near, beg for your life!
The hands of fate have been cruel to you my friend. I will grant you a quick and painless death.
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| haute ecole rider |
Nov 5 2010, 03:00 PM
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Joined: 16-March 10
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Julian is all too familiar with those nightmares! Loved the Paladin's guidance with Buffy's thought processes toward her decision to learn more about the Deadlands so she can help Savlian Matius (oooh!) at Kvatch. One nit, more a matter of personal taste: QUOTE "does that sound like an ok plan, and will you come with me?" Ok, O.K., okay, which to use? I personally avoid ok in writing (mainly because it's a name in East Asian countries such as Korea). I don't like the abbreviation either, because I already use too many acronyms in my profession (ACL, BVD, CBC, etc). Generally I avoid okay unless I'm writing "20th century American slang" since it feels foreign in other languages (and in earlier times, too), but this is the form I like to use (especially in dialogue) because it reads more naturally to me. Off my soapbox (one of many  ) now. Back to Buffy: I really loved this: QUOTE When I awaken tomorrow, it would please me to find a blue mark on my map.
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| Casper1984 |
Nov 5 2010, 05:35 PM
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QUOTE(Acadian @ Nov 5 2010, 01:55 PM)  Look at these books you have been pouring over all night. You do realize it is morning, young lady?" Tar-Meena poked among the dozen or so volumes spread around me. "I think you have every text in the Mystic Archives on Daedra and Daedric Princes here." One hand wagged a scaly finger at me, while the other found its way to her hip. "What in the name of Akatosh are you doing?"
Buffy almost losing herself here, hehe, nice. Err... I mean, bad girl. QUOTE(Acadian @ Nov 5 2010, 01:55 PM)  I continued, "no one is going to close that gate if we don't help, are they."
I'm sure she's not the only one bothered by this fact. I know I am. That, and quests being shoved in your face as soon as you talk to someone (Reynald Jemane anyone?).
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