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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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| Destri Melarg |
Nov 17 2010, 10:04 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 16-March 10
From: Rihad, Hammerfell

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It does the heart good to see that, in a place where most encounters end on the point of a sword, there are still places in Tamriel where visitors are welcomed and provided with shelter and hospitality simply because it’s the right thing to do. QUOTE I cut another bite of boar cutlet and swirled it in the wonderful leek and mushroom sauce that also decorated several bites of roast potato and pumpkin on my plate. When you are capable of setting a spread like this, you certainly don’t need us to feed you! I’ll have a second helping, please. The bit inside the chapel was interesting. Akatosh's power manifested in such a direct and quantifiable way must give great comfort to those who believe in the Nine, but I couldn’t help feeling that Buffy and Phebe were making Him sing for his supper. Such things mark the self-absorbed quality of youth, I suppose. I kept waiting for Agrond to tell them that Akatosh has more trying concerns than confirming their belief in him. Perhaps she understood that such reassurance was needed, and perhaps she was tempted toward curiosity herself. This post has been edited by Destri Melarg: Nov 17 2010, 10:04 PM
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| Acadian |
Nov 20 2010, 02:50 PM
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Paladin

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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Chapter 48 joined Buffy en route from the Imperial City to Sanguine's Shrine. She stopped for the night at Gottlesfont Priory. In addition to enjoying the hospitality provided by two Sisters of Akatosh, Buffy's heart was lifted as she learned of the Dragon God's ability to protect those who sought refuge in his chapels - not only from Daedra, but possibly the ravages of thirst and hunger. Rider- Thank you! I was hoping for a nice interlude while supporting Buffy's important discovery about Akatosh. Lucky for us, the marauders of that nearby fort have such a tiny territorial range it seems. Thanks for the nits - fixed! mALX- I'm so glad Buffy's observations of the Sisters came through, and that you drew out the importance of what she learned inside that chapel. Thank you! Linara- Yes! There really is a Gottlesfont Priory with Sisters Agrond and Phebe, and a nearby small settlement of Brindle Home. The biggest liberty we took was to declare that the priory was devoted to Akatosh - the game does not suggest the chapel's affiliation. The area is halfway between Skingrad and Chorrol, just east of a line connecting the two cities. I'm sure Linara would love visiting there! Thank you for the nit. SubRosa- Thank you for the kind and insightful words. The trouble with BF 2.0 is that Buffy is asking so darn many tough questions of me: - Why wouldn't Jauffre just send his Blades to Kvatch right away? Because he was killed before he could so act. - Why wouldn't the Legion send an army to close that gate? Because with no Emperor, they are struggling just to keep the Empire from breaking apart. - Why wouldn't anyone inside a sealed city overrun by Daedra be dead after all this time? Buffy just learned a possible answer in the above episode. - Why would Mehrunes Dagon be content to just open one gate? Ouch. Here we encounter the 800 pound ogre in the plot. Although I can think of some possibilities, we must simply rely upon the words, "Who can fathom the ways of a Daedra Lord?" Based on what she sees, I think it is reasonable for Buffy to wonder if Dagon even has the mojo to open more than one gate at a time. Unfortunately, I fear that if the gate at Kvatch is ever closed, it will be akin to striking a very large hornet's nest with a big stick. . . . I now fear Buffy's use of the word Why even more than her use of the word Fine. Destri- Thank you! It was the culinary skills of the wonderful writers here that helped me describe the yummy dinner that Buffy enjoyed.  Your observation on making Akatosh sing for his supper is valid. The youth of Buffy and Phebe factored in, here as you suggested. I tried to portray some humble uncertainty within Agrond regarding her own faith and confidence. Finally, I felt that a demonstration would convey more impact, and add some action to an otherwise very gentle and passive episode. Foxy- Thank you for those kind words! treydog- Such generous words from a master of 'lyrical pieces of writing'. Thank you! Regarding Superian coaxing Buffy to the well, I'm so glad that you and SubRosa remarked on that; I confess that my old great dane had me quite trained to turn on the faucet of a sink so he could exercise his preference for drinking fresh running water. Thank you also for endorsing the logic of Akatosh's protection as it relates to Kvatch's chapel. Casper- I'm quite glad you expressed that you were unsure what this episode was about so I can attempt to explain! Buffy is currently en route to Sanguine's Shrine - this episode was simply a stop for the night where she learned something that applies to Kvatch. Our purpose was to demonstrate that, despite the fact that Kvatch has been sealed, burned and overrun by Daedra for quite a long time, it may be possible that there are survivors inside the chapel, due to the protections afforded by Akatosh himself. As you recall from your game, Daedra are unable to enter the Chapel of Akatosh inside Kvatch. If it is helpful, let me offer a tiny summary of the path Buffy seems to be on: She is drawn to Savlian Matius, either because of her heart, his bravery or both. Since Savlian's plight is caused by a Daedra Lord, Buffy is 'consulting' Daedra Lords in hopes of learning how to help Savlian. Her path is littered with detours, some of them extensive. She will complete two more Daedric Shrine quests before Acadian leads them to a final such quest, where she will learn what she seeks. I hope that helps! * * * 49 You Don't Seem Like a Party Girl I launched a mass of energy into the ground near the middle of the fray and shouted, "Get back!" The wolf, now under my command, became docile as the three followers of Sanguine jumped to safety. A single arrow jerked the animal from his feet, killing him before he hit the ground. "Are you here for the hedonism? Perhaps debauchery?" inquired one of the followers - a bald Bosmer with a brown robe and raised eyebrow. He seemed oblivious to the dead wolf. "Um, you're welcome." After shouldering Slayer, I unsheathed my knife and knelt by the carcass to cut my arrow free. "Who's in charge here?" "Charge? Oh yes. Don't you get the biggest charge out of Daedra? The Nine Divines are boring. Daedra? They're never boring!" The glare I fired over my shoulder must have registered, because his tone changed as he nervously added, "Oh, yes. I'm Engorm." After inspecting and wiping down the arrow, I returned it to my quiver. I then stood and faced the Bosmer, who was refreshingly as short as I. "Well, Engorm, my name's Buffy, and I want to speak to Sanguine." "Buffet?" Engorm looked at me dubiously. "Despite such a delicious name, you don't seem like a party girl. Oh well, a gift for our host would be nice. Cyrodilic brandy perhaps?" "Thanks. That's all I need to know." I sat on a nearby bench and opened my pack. Glancing at the dead wolf, I was pleased with my new spell. It commanded creatures within its burst radius, but did not affect men or mer. I then looked up at the shrine to Sanguine. Yes, pretty much what I expected: a chubby horned elf with a tankard in his hand. I shook my head, not expecting to learn much from this Daedra Lord. At least I had a pretty good idea what his price of admission might be. I had done my research and prepared accordingly for 'the Daedric Prince whose sphere is hedonistic revelry, debauchery, and passionate indulgences of darker natures'. I dug through my pack. Black and gold shoes, Surilie 399, green velvet shoes, ale, beer, mead, blue velvet shoes, Tamika 415. . . oh, here it is - Cyrodilic brandy. "Ahh. . . another mortal come to beg Sanguine to add a bit of spice to an otherwise drab existence." The Daedra Lord's tone was irritatingly smug. "I would have you perform a service for me." Of course you would, I thought to myself. The stone figure of Sanguine continued, "The Castle Leyawiin is a dull, dreary place. The mistress is an especially somber soul, and tomorrow she will hold another excruciating dinner party. I want you to liven it up. Use this spell on the Countess and her guests. I think it will make the party much more interesting. You should probably try to be inconspicuous. Or they might kill you. Oh, and the party is by invitation only. You'll have to find a way in. Have fun!" I winced as I felt a new magic being forced upon me by Sanguine. What kind of spell was 'Stark Reality'? I was still stuck with the spell Namira had inflicted into my repertoire. Both were mysteries to me, and I needed to get back to the University to find out what they did. Casting something I didn't understand seemed like a really dumb idea - especially a spell that came from a Daedra Lord. Sanguine would just have to keep his loincloth on. I knew perfectly well from my University recommendation visit, that the Countess of Leyawiin held these private parties every week. I'd get there sometime. The sun was high and the day warm. I slipped behind the shrine and changed into my own loincloth of doeskin, along with a cropped hunter vest and some sandals that laced almost to my knees. Hopefully, the pleasant day and change to lighter clothes would improve my cranky mood. Superian and then I made our way south, away from Sanguine's Shrine. I had begun to grow weary of chasing around on behalf of these Daedra Lords, learning little of what I wanted to know. Mehrunes Dagon's plane of Oblivion remained as elusively frightening as ever. Engorm's words lingered. "Acadian, am I not a party girl? Do you remember that time Ardaline and I were giggling, dizzy with wine up in Kud-Ei's room at the Bravil guildhouse?" I sensed a light humor from the paladin as I recalled the episode fondly. Kud-Ei was out of town on guild business. Ardaline and I were giving each other a fashion show, trying on every outfit in the guild, then prancing around in front of each other to see how we looked. I teased her about Varon Vamori. She blushed and said Varon was better than being goofy for a black mare. Ardaline seemed surprised when I told her how much I envied her statuesque height, grace and beautifully curved Altmer ears. I was astonished to learn she felt herself to be gawky, and envied what she called my 'elven petiteness'. Then we started hitting each other with pillows. We both awoke in Kud-Ei's bed the next morning with our heads throbbing from the wine, and wearing horribly mismatched outfits that would have made Delphine cringe. Giggling at the memory, I noted how good the sun felt good on my skin as I enjoyed the sights, sounds and smells of the Imperial Reserve. Finally, we emerged from the brush and stood at the edge of the Gold Road. My rings detected a life sign. It was a large pink streak that I recognized well. I smiled as I heard thundering hooves and waited the few seconds it would take them to close the distance. The black horse and its rider abruptly drew to a stop in front of us. "Well met, Buffy." The dusty young Breton was working hard to settle her prancing, snorting stallion. "Hail, Miliele," I replied. As Superian became fidgety, flattened her ears and whinnied disapprovingly, I became alarmed. If she reared on this uneven rocky ground next to the road, I could be thrown, she could injure a rear leg, or in the worst case, we could both go over backwards. I leaned forward. If Superian began to rear up, I would throw my arms around her neck, pivot myself to the ground, jump clear and cast a calm spell. Fortunately, she chose to take a few steps back instead. She nevertheless, continued tossing her head and expressing her opinion with short loud breaths. I breathed a sigh of relief and was able to turn some of my attention back to Miliele. There were five women in Cyrodiil that rode these majestic animals - all four Black Horse Courier riders and myself. We all knew each other. I asked, "What news do you carry, sister of the black horse?" The couriers were entrusted to carry not only the Cyrodiil news, but messages to and from officials of the Empire. "Kvatch is still hostage to that Daedra gate." Miliele had been able to open the distance between the two horses by a few more paces, clearly exasperated by the unruly stallion. "I'm carrying a message from Captain Savlian Matius demanding more help from the Legion. His men are weary, and fresh meat is scarce. The citizens in the encampment are doing everything they can to supply their soldiers at the barricade, but they are poor hunters." The stallion was now pawing the ground and blowing hard. "Sorry, Buffy," Miliele continued. "Perhaps someday we can have tea and a coherent conversation, without the jostling and bouncing. Tiber can run like the wind, but he's a real stinker around the ladies. We've got to get to the Imperial City anyway. With no visible prompting from Miliele, the stallion was off, his hoof beats soon fading toward Skingrad and the Imperial City beyond. I looked east along the road after them. Dust from the courier still clung to the air. My plans were to stop at the University to sort out that new spell from Sanguine, then go home to Bravil and pack what I might need for Castle Leyawiin. Heaving a sigh, my eyes were drawn west toward Kvatch. Miliele's words about the shortage of fresh meat still echoed. My head and heart were swirling as I went through the motions of pulling out my map in a futile effort to delay my decision. I was no hero. I felt no obligation to the citizens of Kvatch. Nor was I ready to enter a flaming gate to Oblivion. I recalled the shield I had enchanted that was still nestled in my magic bag. Then I thought about the man with the heart of a lion who gave it to me. I knew he had told me to stay away until the gate was closed, but. . . . I turned Superian, and we set off into the late afternoon sun. Maybe I couldn't help with that gate, but I sure could do something about the lack of good hunters.
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| mALX |
Nov 20 2010, 03:45 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
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Some really funny moments here: QUOTE "Um, you're welcome."
QUOTE "Buffet?" Engorm looked at me dubiously. "Despite such a delicious name, you don't seem like a party girl.
And Matias, never far from her mind... Great Addition to Buffy's story !!!!!
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| haute ecole rider |
Nov 20 2010, 04:20 PM
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Master

Joined: 16-March 10
From: The place where the Witchhorses play

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I couldn't help noticing Superian's behavior around the Black Courier stallion. Makes me wonder if she's about to enter into heat? If so, the Buffster had better watch out! Being on the mare's back during mating is not the place to be. QUOTE Sanguine would just have to keep his loincloth on. This made me laugh, knowing too well what happens upon completion of his quest! And Buffy decides to help Kvatch in a very fundamental way. I adore this about her - the fact that the help she gives others is soooo practical in nature! Fresh meat indeed! While Savlian may be thinking of one kind of fresh meat, and the Fox is thinking of another kind of fresh meat, our Buffy is thinking of the kind of fresh meat that fills the belly and warms the spirit. Atta girl!
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| treydog |
Nov 21 2010, 02:34 AM
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QUOTE I dug through my pack. Black and gold shoes, Surilie 399, green velvet shoes, ale, beer, mead, blue velvet shoes, Tamika 415. . . oh, here it is - Cyrodilic brandy. That was very much a "Buffy moment." QUOTE Sanguine would just have to keep his loincloth on. Interesting figure of speech there, given what the feature holds… The concerns about her appearance and the memory of Ardaline were wonderfully drawn, reminding us all why we love her. And even as Buffy tries to follow her plan, news of Kvatch intrudes. Fortunately, it is the prerogative of every female- elven or otherwise- to change her mind.
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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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| SubRosa |
Nov 21 2010, 03:03 AM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
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Do not forget all those other important questions. Like why is the sky blue? Or how come the Detroit Lions can never win a game? Or why is LeBron James a greedy traitor? Or is God so powerful that he can make a rock so big that even he can't lift it? Daedra? They're never boring!One cannot argue with that! So how come when I think of Sanguine, I am picturing John Belushi from Animal House? Casting something I didn't understand seemed like a really dumb idea - especially a spell that came from a Daedra LordHow come I never think of that when I am playing the game?  Seriously, I love Buffy's understandably cautious and disenchanted attitude to Daedric Princes foisting spells off on her. I'd get there sometime. Yep, now that is the female attitude!  Or as a certain fella in a grey pointy hat once said: "A wizard is never late, or early. He always arrives exactly when he means to!"Teresa wants to know if there are any pics of Buffy in her doeskin loincloth? I also loved Buffy's reminiscing about her 'wild party' with Ardaline. Now Teresa is jealous! She never got to have a pillow fight with Methredhel! Funny thing is, there is some historical basis to such parties. Women did much the same in ancient Sparta. There was a shrine to Helen outside the city (the face that launched a thousand ships Helen), and young women would go there to spend the night singing, dancing, drinking wine, and doubtlessly having sex... I loved the extra details you lavished upon us with Superian's reaction to the stallion. You made it plain what she thought of him! Likewise with Buffy's own riding skills, as she considers both the danger, and her options to mitigate it. And Buffy is off to feed the true heroes of Kvatch! @Linara: Gottlesfont Priory - The UESP wiki is your friendThis post has been edited by SubRosa: Nov 21 2010, 05:52 AM
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| Grizzly20 |
Nov 21 2010, 04:25 AM
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I am so sorry for being gone for so long Acadian. My computer has REALLY been acting up. Had to send it back in and told them to keep it for a while as to make sure EVERYTHING was fixed. Now I'm back and better than ever, and ready for more Buffy!
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| Casper1984 |
Nov 21 2010, 06:54 PM
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Thanks for the explanation Acadian.  I recall this episode from the Bethesda forums (only read few bits on there). A pity that Buffy is having the spell examined. I bet if she can find out what it does we won't get to see it in action. Mental note: do more Daedric shrine quests.
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| Winter Wolf |
Nov 22 2010, 02:41 AM
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I cannot help but become concerned for our little Buffy. First it is the cheap wine for Namira and now brandy for Sanguine, oh dear, what is happening to Buffy!?! I do have full confidence that she knows what she is doing, but with all the skooma temptation that Bravil brings, I hope that Buffy does not end up like Julian, lol QUOTE 'the Daedric Prince whose sphere is hedonistic revelry, debauchery, and passionate indulgences of darker natures'. Sounds a little like Spring Break down in Florida!!
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Games I am playing- Dead Island Fallout NV/Fallout 4
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| Destri Melarg |
Nov 22 2010, 05:55 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 16-March 10
From: Rihad, Hammerfell

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QUOTE(Acadian @ Nov 20 2010, 05:50 AM)  -Why would Mehrunes Dagon be content to just open one gate? Ouch. Here we encounter the 800 pound ogre in the plot. Although I can think of some possibilities, we must simply rely upon the words, "Who can fathom the ways of a Daedra Lord?"
There is also (if I may quote a particularly annoying physics professor I once had) the ‘ relative nature of temporal perception.’ For Lord Dagon and his ilk the space of a year as we perceive it is less than the blink of an eye. Perhaps he has not acted simply because there’s no real need to act. They aren’t making new dragon bloods any time soon. It will take the Mythic Dawn time to sort through the wreckage of Kvatch, only then will Dagon know if his efforts to silence the last of the Septims met with success. I can find no flaw with the logic of moving this particular story along at a ‘glacial pace’. And now for this chapter: From the first paragraph we see Buffy applying her new knowledge. I am glad she got the chance to exercise her command spell against something slightly less menacing than a mountain lion (poor wolf). QUOTE Sanguine would just have to keep his loincloth on. What a perfectly ironic sentence! Including the detail that the Courier riders also carry messages between officials is a wonderful bit of worldbuilding that I can see you drawing from again and again in Buffy’s story. First some venison, then Savlian KVATCH!
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| Acadian |
Nov 23 2010, 01:47 PM
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Paladin

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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In Chapter 49, Buffy spoke with the Daedra Lord, Sanguine. She then set her path for the University, Bravil, and ultimately Leyawiin to attempt Sanguine's quest. Before even reaching Skingrad however, she encountered a Black Horse Courier rider who provided some news of Kvatch, including word that fresh meat was in short supply. Buffy the deer hunter suddenly changed her plans and turned for Kvatch. mALX- Given your impressive talent for humor, I'm delighted that you found a couple examples here, such as twisting Buffy's name to Buffet. My hope was in the first part of the episode to contrast her cranky mood with some touches of situational humor by playing her off the crazy followers as the 'straight man elf'. Rider- Thank you for drawing some 'under the surface' observations about loincloths and keeping them on; as well as the Foxical implications of Buffet Buffy delivering fresh meat to Savlian Matius. treydog- Thanks. Yes, the poor girl really needs to organize her pack better! Loincloths coming on and going off, plans to go east that turn westerly. It seems Stark Reality will just have to wait for our easily distracted elf. SubRosa- Given how much I savored your truly gracious and insightful comments, how could I possibly refuse Teresa's request for pictures of loincloths? Of course, Milady! Here is a loincloth, modeled by the chubby Daedra Lord with a tankard. Oh, don't mind the skinny wood elf reporting for duty in the foreground: Screenshot . Grizzly- I am so glad you got your computer fixed. It is wonderful to have you back and reading! Casper- Whew! I'm relieved that our explanation helped keep you with us.  If you hope to see Countess Leyawiin stripped of her green silks, take heart. In fact Buffy will expand Sanguine's quest into a massive production, as only she can. First however, her penchant for easily being distracted must be indulged. After delivering fresh meat to Savlian (venison of course, silly), I expect she will dance and flit her way in a generally Leyawiinish direction. Wolf- So wonderful of you to drop in for some Tamika's. Oh noes! I hope it was clear that Buffy only carried cheap wine for the misguided 'medicinal purposes' of keeping warm near Bruma. Here, she was loaded up with every drink known to mer because she had anticipated the nature of what Sanguine might want as an offering. Normally, the shoes and clothes in her pack simply hide a bottle or two of Tamika's. Now that said, you are astute to notice Buffy's taste for the grape; if tragedy were ever to befall our bowgirl, I would be disappointed, but not shocked to see her take comfort there. Destri- Thank you for your endorsement of our efforts to try and blend aspects of the game (delaying the Main Quest in this case) with Buffy's need for time to learn and grow. Even though it cost the life of a Legion rider, I expect the spell inspired by his sacrifice will go on to save more lives. Buffy's friendship with the Courier riders will really pay off when she learns that they will also carry personal messages for fellow sisters of the black horse. * * * 50 Who's in Charge Here? Part 1 The sun was high, and a welcome breeze caused the golden grasses flanking our path to sway gently. Superian and I trudged side by side along the trail leading to the Kvatch encampment. We were both heavily laden; she with the carcasses of three deer, and I with trepidation. The magnitude of the fact that I was actually returning to Kvatch - even if only briefly to deliver fresh meat - was weighing more heavily upon me with every step. My stomach was churning. "Acadian, I should have talked with you about this decision before I made it. Part of me wants to turn around and run away." I glanced at Superian's load. "I can't though; these deer have surrendered their spirits to help. Please tell me if I'm doing the right thing?" Delivering fresh game to the brave defenders here is a noble act of kindness, Buffy.I frowned as his silent words floated through my head. "I'm neither noble nor kind. You know perfectly well why we're here. The bounty that Superian carries is just an excuse. I'm terrified to see Savlian Matius again, yet I can't stay away. He probably doesn't even remember me, but even after all this time, I can't purge the man from my mind. Are the feelings that I may have for him real, or just the imaginings of a silly elf?" You won't find out by avoiding Kvatch, my bowgirl. Follow your heart.I nodded. "You're right. I sure hope I know what we're doing." I could see the encampment now, but barely recognized what little I remembered of it. What had been simply a large bonfire surrounded by several dozen glum refugees, had grown into a small city of tents. Smoke rose from numerous cooking fires. Two men tended a small field of crops near the camp's edge. As we drew closer, a Redguard appeared between two of the tents, noticed me, and approached. "Hail, hunter," he said with his eyes pinned to Superian's load. "If you're here to sell your kills, we'd love to have them, but we can't offer you much gold. Our city and livelihoods are besieged by that damned Oblivion Gate. I'm Bolden. I run the stables - or at least I used to." "Well met. I am called Buffy. My price for this meat is only that it be shared with the soldiers who defend your city." Bolden's brown eyes opened wider. "Your offer is most kind, and graciously accepted. We work hard to keep our soldiers fed." His pleasant face was lined with perhaps four decades of age, and closely cropped black hair showed flecks of gray. With the calm assuredness that confirmed his profession, he stopped a pace short of Superian and allowed the mare to inspect him as he asked her, "What's your name?" She seemed to accept him and did not object as he gently touched her nose with the back of his hand. "Superian," I replied. He then turned to face me and jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the camp. "Let's get Superian unloaded and tended to. You both look weary." The mare and I followed Bolden through the confusing maze of tents and smoking campfires. Dejected faces eyed Superian's cargo hungrily. Some of the unfortunates looked vaguely familiar, but my first visit had been too brief and overwhelming to remember any of them. I saw no sparks of recognition from any of their eyes either. Despite being tired and heavily loaded, Superian was wide-eyed and fidgety to be in close confines among so many strangers. A handful of survivors looked up from several crude benches surrounding a large fire as we arrived at the center of the encampment. Bolden announced, "This is Buffy." Several people approached, no doubt to help unload Superian. Before I could protest, Bolden held up his hand and said firmly. "No, friends. This mare doesn't need to be pawed by a bunch strangers, and if I read her correctly, she won't tolerate it. Buffy and I will unload her. Please get Weedum-Ja though. She'll know what to do with these deer." I caught Bolden's eyes and silently mouthed, "Thank you," as the two of us untied and lifted the carcasses from Superian's back. An Argonian approached, and Bolden said to her, "Weedum-Ja, this is Buffy. She's brought fresh meat for us to share with our soldiers." "It is good to meet you, Buffy. Your kindness will be put to good use." Before I could reply, the Argonian started issuing orders to the handful of survivors that had gathered. "Roast two hindquarters right now and get them up to the barricade. The rest of the first deer goes into the stew pot. I want the other two cut, stripped and hung right away. Be careful not to damage the skins, and deliver them to Batul gra-Sharob; she'll be able to fashion something from them. Get our smoking tent fired up." Orange eyes flashed, as she clapped her scaly hands twice. "Did I stutter, people? Get moving!" The area erupted with activity. Bolden chuckled and motioned with his head for me to follow him. Superian and I did so. We threaded our way among more tents until we emerged on the other side of the encampment near the base of the trail that led up to the barricade. The small clearing was nestled against a line of shade trees. A single white mare, in very good condition, raised her head curiously from the nearby ample grazing. Next to a water trough that I didn't recall from my first visit, was a makeshift rack fashioned from tree branches. It held what appeared to be the white mare's tack. "This is my stables," said Bolden with a shrug. "Such as it is." The two of us then set about stripping off Superian's tack and cleaning the deer blood from her mane and coat. As I hung Superian's bridle on the rack, I noticed stable markings on the other horse's saddle. Pointing toward the white mare, I remarked, "She's an Anvil horse?" Bolden nodded. "Aye. Her name's Marilou, and her rider will take her back to Anvil in a few days. Every fortnight, Countess Millona Umbranox has one of her city guards ride up here. They bring supplies from Castle Anvil - repair hammers, arrows, bowstrings, potion bottles, even flatbread and hardtack. The rider then pulls a couple weeks of duty for Captain Matius up on the barricade before his replacement shows up. If we ever get our city back, we'll never forget the help provided by Anvil." "What a wonderful idea," I said. "This Countess Umbranox sounds both gracious and wise." If Anvil could provide assistance, could there perhaps be other sources of help beyond the Legion? As Bolden placed Superian's saddle on the rack, it was his turn to notice the stable markings. "Equestria? That's a stables for mages only. How'd you get this saddle?" "I belong to the guild of mages." "I thought you were a hunter," he said, looking over my shoulder at Slayer. Then it came: "You don't look like a mage." My defensive feelings over the remark that I had endured many times, seemed petty amidst the despair that hung heavily over this encampment. Besides, Bolden's manner seemed more curious than insulting, and Superian liked him. It actually wasn't hard to stifle my indignation as I replied, "I get that a lot." I then grinned and held up my right fist, glowing with the harmless magic of a charm spell. "Would you like me to prove my credentials by turning you into a chicken?" Bolden flashed a beautiful white-toothed grin as he held up his hands in mock surrender. "On closer look, I believe you. Nobody but a mage would carry a bow without a blade to back it up. As soon as we finish cleaning up your mare, I'll introduce you to Sigrid. She's a mage too."
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| mALX |
Nov 23 2010, 02:00 PM
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Ancient

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

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QUOTE(Acadian @ Nov 23 2010, 07:47 AM)  Here is a loincloth, modeled by the chubby Daedra Lord with a tankard. Oh, don't mind the skinny wood elf reporting for duty in the foreground: Screenshot GAAAAAH!!! What is that big long thing dangling from the Daedric statue...sans loincloth? URGH !!!! Er...I love this re-write much better than the original, especially the beginning and at breakfast time !!!!! Great Write !!!!! AND ... Buffy finally got over that miff when being told she doesn't look like a mage !!!! Yeah, she is growing up !!!! She handled that well, I'm proud of her !!! This post has been edited by mALX: Nov 23 2010, 02:09 PM
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| mALX |
Nov 23 2010, 02:22 PM
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Ancient

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

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QUOTE(Acadian @ Nov 23 2010, 07:47 AM)  As I hung Superian's bridle on the rack,
Er... is this the rack you hung Superian's bridle on? http://www.uesp.net/wiki/File:OB-npc-Sigrid.jpg* This post has been edited by mALX: Nov 23 2010, 02:23 PM
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