Buffy and shopping! Why did I see this coming when she was earning those arrows?

Oh, I was kind of floored at the revelation that Buffy's bow was more magic than archer! Oh, I most def see our Bowgirl is going to be learning a whole lot about herself here, and can't wait to hear more about those spells !!!!

Awesome Write !!!!


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BWAAHAA!!! Puts a whole lot more meaning to "Not tonight, I've got a headache..."

As Acadian explained, he was referring to their ovulation, not activity, lol.

Regarding the lore on Elves, it is important to note that it is not actually twice per year as we humans look at years because Elves live on a different time scale than humans: one year in Elf life is actually many years in human lives. So twice per year can actually span decades; plus there is a very short window of time in their existance in which this occurs (meaning most elves can only muster One pregnancy if they are lucky; it is very rare for them to concieve twice. (Barenziah was one of these rare exceptions)

Since Elves live for such extended periods, it is what keeps them from overpopulating Nirn.


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A lovely shopping trip, with some very deep questions. It's not always easy to see the path ahead.

An interesting idea - the bowgirl is more mage than archer. I wonder if this realisation will change the way Buffy thinks?

Shopping!

Did she really need more shoes?

One technical nit: The curved nature of feathers means that it's almost impossible to produce an arrow that doesn't spin, and it wasn't until flat plastic vanes that anyone considered that. And because a non-spinning arrow would be less accurate, not for long.

Time to go save some money!

The suit of metal armor was a nice nod to the classic elven armor of Skyland and the other ES games.

The way that Lichenostra grows to accommodate the needs of the elves is a fantastic touch. It is much better than the Green Pact of official ES lore, that would forbid them from having anything made of wood. It also makes me think that there must be some group of elves guiding this process of specialized growth. Something like a priesthood that can directly connect with the tree and prompt its actions. Now that I think of it, someone like Teresa.

Buffy continues to grow and learn as a person. Now she realizes that she is more the arcane portion of the arcane archer equation. How perfect that her summoned bow is her Mage's Staff.

And its Gandalf!

Haha. Shopping time! Acadian knows a thing or two in spending coin, it seems.

A girl's favorite hobby! And my is there an assortment of wares that would come in handy. Like those elven blades and that beautiful armor. There was just a nagging feeling that Buffy would be content with something more her speed and size, perhaps. Buckskin shoes are just the thing.

That wizard already knew of her? Guess her reputation precedes her. Aside from searching for various items at the market, maybe some spells will be of great use to her. Of interest it already is. Buffy's expanding her abilities here. A great chapter, Acadian"

After 5 years of being away from Chorrol I am back and I see you have continued Buffy's story. Once again I have reread all 5 threads of book 1 to enjoy it all over again.

Onto book 2, I'm glad to see Buffy slowly healing from the grief of Savlian's loss. Your descriptions of Valenwood are spectacular and seeing Buffy learn and grow from the challenges she encounters are inspiring.

Once again I present you with a S.G.M

Well, what a lovely day for her. A well-balanced meal for breakfast, and then shopping, and then being offered a book-full of new spells by an sagely sort of man.



Oh very good. I see now.

There is supposed to be a race of peoples here on Earth (long deceased) called the Lemurians who supposedly could communicate images through sound, and sound through images, that's why I asked. Supposedly, if you looked at a picture one of their artists drew, you would not just be looking at a picture, you'd be experiencing it.



Ah, how sensible. She does a lot of sensible things, your elf does.

Buffy doing what women of all races, Men and Mer alike, enjoy the most - shopping.

And she doesn't allow her fun to be spoiled by thinking of what's yet to become of her - a trait of a good shopper.

With each story we learn something new about Lichenostra. Great story!

Shopping! "Tree full of merchants" made me grin. So did the mention of the Imperial City's Market District. That made me think of Buffy's history there, so it was already in my mind when Buffy told Elberond of her time in the Arcane University.

For me the moment that stands out is Buffy's realization that she has become more mage than archer. As SubRosa said, how perfect that her summoned bow serves as her mages staff. Buffy may not see the path before her, but knowing who she is gives her solid ground to start on. What a shining moment in Buffy's story.

Yay, forest magic!!

mALX- Well, you know what a shopper Buffy is! As ever, she is torn between buckskin and silk, forest and arcanery. I’m sure you see some seeds being planted for her (very) distant future. Thank you!

hazmick- Thanks! I think Buffy’s always known she’s more mage than archer but loyalty to her dear Bravilian archery master, Daenlin, has made her reluctant to admit how dependant she is on magic.

ghastley- Too many shoes? Not possible! Oh, thanks for the insight on fletching. Buffy has forced me to learn about so many foreign things – archery, horses, elven fertility.

SubRosa- I expect our views are similar when it comes to Bosmer and trees. The elves love and care for the trees; their love and care is returned as the trees do much to provide for the elves. Thank you; as long as Buffy’s been around, she never stops evolving, growing, changing – always with plans that are no more than a few centuries away.

DE- Thank you! This was a fun episode to write as we tried to combine the disparate activities of introspection and shopping.

Doommeister- Welcome back! It is wonderful to see you rejoining Buffy’s saga. I so appreciate your kind words.

Renee- How mystically neat that we’re not the first to consider communicating images through sound! Yup, as whimsical and scattered as Buffy can get, I think it is basic survival that keeps her on the practical side of the line. She’s fragile and I figure it comes with the territory.

Lopov- I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying Lichenostra. Buffy's time remaining there grows short.

Grits- As ever, thanks you’re your warm encouragement and kind words. In thinking about it, I do recall now that the first time her bow was referred to as her mage staff was by Raminus Polus when she was at that ‘get your staff’ quest for the MG. Given how we have fallen in love with the staves in ESO, perhaps an omen? And a bit more forest magic coming right up!


Previously- Buffy spent her day visiting the merchants of Lichenostra. Some comments by the bowyer about the magical nature of her bow caused Buffy to ponder – with some confusion – her uncertain future. As we ended the episode, Buffy was engrossed in an arcane discussion with the tribe’s ancient shaman inside his emporium.



Candles grew short in Elberond’s rustic emporium as, completely engrossed, I studied his catalog of unfamiliar forest magic spells and their descriptions. The price listed after each caused me to consider my limited choices carefully. The quantity of arrowheads in my coin purse had seemed impressive when making mundane purchases, but not so when it came to the arcane.

“Two of your spells intrigue me greatly,” I finally concluded.

“The first?” he asked.

“Contingency, I replied. “The ability to have a chosen spell automatically cast whenever certain conditions are met is quite profound. Can you tell me more about the conditions that can be selected?”

“An astute choice,” he replied. “The triggering condition you set is any relatively simple circumstance that you can clearly visualize. Many of us tree dwellers set the condition to the sensation of free falling and the spell to Featherfall. Some of the coastal Bosmer set the trigger to drowning and the spell to Waterbreathing. Low health to initiate Regeneration, combat to instigate a protective spell such as Barkskin. . . the possibilities are many, and you can change both the spell and trigger simply by recasting Contingency.”

“Brilliant,” I concluded.

“And the second spell that has caught your eye?” he asked.

“Featherfall,” I quickly replied.

Elberond’s eyes widened somewhat. “I’m surprised you’ve survived your time in this high forest without it! Yes, yes, necessary for a Cloud Dancer indeed.”

“I've limited my selection to these two spells based on the number of arrowheads in my purse. I’m afraid I still find myself somewhat challenged to afford them both. . . .”

“I see,” he said while steepling his gnarled fingers. “Perhaps some bartering may prove mutually beneficial? You see, while several centuries of study have allowed me to amass quite some mastery of forest magic, I cannot say the same of the more traditional disciplines that populate your Arcane University.”

I smiled. “I do know some useful spells that I did not see in your tome. Oh, and I also have several precious gems that I recovered from the treasure satchel of a minotaur well north of here.”

Elberond rubbed his hands together. “Then we have much to discuss. Tea?”

“Bergamot?” I quipped in reply.

Elberond and I spent several more hours and as many cups of hot tea comparing notes then teaching each other some carefully negotiated spells. Well, carefully negotiated by him, that is. While I considered myself awkward and inept with men when it came to romance, I normally did not lack for feminine skill when it came to bartering with them. I was clearly outclassed by this ancient wizard though. In a tree full of small elves, my vulnerable stature earned me no sympathy. Likewise, he seemed immune to pouting, eyelash batting or any of my other tricks that often resulted in lower prices.

It was dark by the time I stepped from the old shaman’s shoppe. He seemed pleased to have learned a pair of University spells from me - Telekinesis and Paralyze. In return for that, plus all my gems and about half my remaining arrowheads, he not only taught me Contingency and Featherfall, but had diligently coached me through their effective use.

Once back in my room at the tavern, I announced to Acadian, “Tomorrow we’ll make travel preparations and say farewell to the Sun Chasers. The dawn after, we’ll move on.”

After a moment, he replied, “It matters not where we are Buffy, as long as elf, paladin, mare and dragon are together. What prompts your somewhat sudden choice though?”

“You know that both Superian and I get anxious to travel if we stay very long in one place.”

“True enough, but your simple words do not match the turmoil I feel within you,” he pressed.

I heaved a sigh, then opened up to my paladin. “I cannot be happy under a roof for very long – even one of leaves - where I have to climb an hour to feel the sun on my skin. My mare would never again feel the sunshine if we stayed here, and this part of Valenwood is not conducive to her in other ways. Superian is a working horse and she cannot do her job very well in this high canopied forest. In the outlying dense jungles or up in the trees, she is further reduced to me carrying her instead of the other way around. While I appreciate the wonderful ability to hold her within me, I crave her physical warmth and presence, touch, sounds, even her soothing smell. Traveling so far down to the ground simply to hug her is not something we could tolerate for long.” I paused briefly to catch my breath. “For all these reasons, it is clear that a Cloud Dancer with a horse doesn’t belong here.”

“But she is safe within you, Buffy.”

Both hands found my hips and, with a terrible imitation of Acadian’s deep voice, I retorted, “A warship is safe in a harbor, but that’s not what she’s built for.”

“You would turn my own words against me?” The paladin laughed – a beautiful sound to my long ears. “Point taken, my bowgirl. Let us leave day after the morrow then.”

“Don’t get me wrong, my paladin. I never would have been able to see the Tall Trees without your help. I’ve danced in the clouds, chased the sun and caught spirits. What I’ve learned about who I am and where I come from will shape me for the rest of my days. I do believe this ancient forest was placed along my path for a purpose and I confess a strong kinship to it. I just don’t think this is our destination – at least not yet.”

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“It is your wandering nature that brought you to us,” said Cirwen as we sat crosslegged facing each other upon the pelt-covered floor of the small bungalow shared by she and Ghaeleg, “so it does not surprise me to hear that same free spirit will soon carry you beyond this ancient forest of Tall Trees. How can we help you prepare for your journey?”

I unrolled my poorly annotated doeskin map of Valenwood. “Do I understand the dense jungle I had to cross completely encircles this high forest?”

“Aye,” replied Ghaeleg as he took a knee beside us to look over my map. “The narrowest stretch of jungle is directly east of here. Once clear, you can easily continue east to Dune in Elsweyr or north toward Arenthia near the Cyrodiil border.”

Cirwen asked, “How will you and your horse cross it? You were quite vague on that point when we asked how you got here.”

“I have the ability to. . . unsummon her, allowing me to take to the trees above.”

Ghaeleg snorted. “Ha! I knew it! Some of the guards said they saw your horse simply vanish into your hands from the goat pen area while many of the huntsmer insisted those guards must have been drinking fermented tonka bean juice!”

“Ghaeleg, stop it!” chastised Cirwen. “We’re trying to help a sister Cloud Dancer, not tease her.” She turned her attention to me as Ghaeleg stood, quietly grumbling. “Now, Buffy, I understand you navigated the treetops to get here and that the sap of this forest is strong within you, but you cannot rely completely on that. I trust you know the spells Featherfall and Contingency?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I learned them from Elberond yesterday. My Barkskin shielding spell is currently assigned to the requisite condition of combat though.”

“A fine choice when ground-bound, but you would be wise to set Featherfall as your spell with the sensation of falling as your trigger when traveling through the high branches.”

“Is that what allowed you to leap without harm to the ground when we first met?”

She nodded. “That is a helpful tactic but the primary benefit is to save your life in the event of a high fall.”

“I will take your advice.” We were all on our feet now. “I-I owe you both so much. I don’t know how to thank you.”

The three of us hugged. “Keep the sunrises in front of you until clear of the jungle,” advised Ghaeleg.

Cirwen added, “May the forest ease your path, Spirit Catcher.”

I replied, “Cool waters and green grass to you, Sun Chasers.”




Note: Part 5 consists of about three episodes that will bring Buffy back to the Cyrodiil border and our book to a conclusion.

Great chapter. Contingency sounds like a really handy passive to have I hope Buffy won't need to make use of it, but better to have it and not need it...

Contingency is a brilliant idea, and similar to some Skyrim and Fallout perks, which kick in when your health drops to a certain amount. The Featherfall example certainly sounds handy for a tree dweller.

Way back in the old Earthdawn RPG, there was a talent that worked like your Featherfall. It was a favorite of airship sailors, and air pirates.

Immune to pouting, eyelash batting, and uncrossing her legs? I think Gandalf might be gay!

From time to time Buffy's charming persuasion doesn't work as supposed.

Useful spells, both of them. It'll be interesting to see them at work.

Guards of Lichenostra now finally know the mystery of vanishing Superian.

I dunno. Spells operate on the "do what I tell you" principle, then get superseded by ones that "do what I meant to tell you", then you find you need "do what I ought to have meant to tell you". Pretty soon you need a companion who can think independently, and she already has one.

She'll never develop the reflexes if she doesn't use them. Her greaves will be drier, but ...

I'm all in favour of Superian getting back to normal service, though.

Contigency is quite an ability. Adaptable. She'll most likely need the feather ability. I'm certain it'll come to aid when she needs it, especially in the great hights of Valenwood's trees. It was fun to see the conversation between Buffy and the merchant.

A pity her charms, which often had worked to her advantage, did not sway this centuries-old Wood Elf to alter the range of his price. But with trials and errors come success. If she keeps at it, her bartering skills will vastly improve.


Words of wisdom from Buffy. She's right. I can't help but agree with her and she has good intentions when it comes to Superian. Always looking out for her mare. There truly is nothing like freedom.

We end with a heartwarming farewel as we gear up toward the conclusion and a nice return to the Heartland!

I'm curious is contingency something you made up or is it in the lore? The way you wrote it, it sounds like it would be in the lore as it made perfect sense. I really enjoyed it and found that part very cool, that will most definitely be useful for Buffy.

I like forward to the next part and conclusion.

This is awesomely delicious to read. I never read Book 1 so I was not aware that Buffy uses feminine charms, or tries to.

The part when she imitates Acadian's voice made me chuckle too. Looking forward to Book 5, sir.

This was a very Buffy chapter - her personality that I've known and loved so long really shone through in this chapter!



BWAAHAA!!! Buffy meets her match in deal-making,


This next passage speaks so clearly of what I have always known of Buffy - her wandering spirit and need to be close to Superian comes across so well in her simple explanation here:



I was really surprised to hear she would be leaving so soon, thought she would learn more of her heritage before going! But this passage said it all, this is SO Buffy!


But this one here just had me rolling - yes, this is so VERY Buffy:




BWAAHAA !!!! The hands on the hips - oh yes, all it lacked was her saying the word, "FINE!"


Awesome chapter !!!!

The image of Buffy engrossed in a spell catalog while the candles burn down utterly charms. Contingency sounds like a fantastic mage-reflex type of spell. How funny that fitting in so well with the Sun Chasers eliminates Buffy's tiny-lass bargaining edge!

What a marvelous chat with Acadian about the decision to move on. I thought when Buffy woke up with Kitsune on her neck, the vixen may be feeling Buffy's need to connect through touch since she has been away from the physical presence of Superian.

I noticed Buffy's description of her map as "poorly annotated." That makes me wonder if she plans to explore (though not on this trip) until she fills all the blank spaces in!

hazmick- Buffy has a creative idea for Contingency that we'll reveal in this next episode. Like so many of her plans, they involve the horse-crazy elf’s precious mare. Thank you!

SubRosa- Glad you're enjoying Buffy’s new ‘forest magic’ spells. Thanks!

Lopov- Thank you. I couldn’t resist making a joke about the disappearing horse.

ghastley- Heh, now Buffy’s problem will be dealing with her own surprise when Contingency triggers for her. Thank you!

DE- Thank you. Yes, Buffy is an adventuress and Superian is her magical warhorse. Neither would thrive for long if ‘protected’ from the dangers of their calling.

BretonBlood- Contingency is a spell I borrowed from Baldur’s Gate 2 (D&D). There are three (I think) ‘trigger’ type spells in that game and I have always liked them. I’m so glad that fitting Contingency into TES seemed to work for you. Thanks!

Renee- It has been a bit of a running joke throughout Buffy’s history that her ‘feminine charms’ work about as often as they don’t. Thanks so much for your kind words!

mALX- I so appreciate you picking up on several aspects of Buffy that were on display here. You know her so well!

Grits- Buffy has discovered that ‘fitting in’ among a tree full of other tiny elves is not without some practical downside. Thank you for noting the predictable build up of stress that not having the physical warmth of Superian at hand would cause Buffy. I expect that, with time, Buffy will grow more content – even appreciative – of her recent ability to ‘absorb’ Superian and carry the mare within herself. After all, she is a Spirit Catcher.


Previously- After learning some forest magic spells from the Sun Chasers’ shaman, Buffy surprised Acadian by announcing that they would be leaving the Tall Trees.




Note- Some background/review is in order preceding our next episode, as it deals with the fact that Buffy is a Vampire Slayer. This was detailed in our seven episode ‘miniseries’ called Child of Dawn within Book One (Episodes 20-26) way back in August 2010. For those who might wish to review or delve into it, here is a link to Book 1 Episode 20. I expect that for most readers, however, the following short review of what it means to be a Slayer will suffice just fine:

Being a Vampire Slayer in our fiction is a gift and curse bestowed by Azura upon very few women. Of Azura’s mysterious requirements, only two are known: Being born at the exact moment of sunrise or sunset, and possessing at least some Bretonic blood in their heritage. Sired by a Breton and born at sunrise, Buffy was so chosen by Azura. The Mistress of Twilight revealed this to Buffy when the elf helped Azura by giving the freedom of death to several followers who had been cursed by vampirism (Oblivion’s Azura Star quest). Though Buffy has not embraced the role, neither can she fully ignore it.

Here is a concise list of known Slayer characteristics:
- Attacks from a Slayer inflict hefty damage to vampires - even ancient 'immortal' ones.
- Slayers are alerted when a vampire is near by menstrual-like cramps. Some theorize that, in addition to its normal role of nourishing new life, the womb of a Slayer reacts negatively to the unliving presence of a vampire. It is unknown if or how a vampire can counter a Slayer's ability to detect them.
- Vampires can likewise detect the presence of a Slayer. It seems that, to a vampire, Slayers emit the scent of ‘nightshade where none grows.’ A clever Slayer can somewhat mask this vulnerability by sprinking themselves with vampire dust to disguise their scent.
- A Slayer cannot be turned. If they contract Porphyric Hemophilia, Sanguinare Vampiris or Noxiphilic Sanguivoria, the diseases are no more worrisome than any normal illness and cured just as easily.
- The blood of a Slayer is toxic to vampires. Vampires can no more drink the blood of a Slayer than they can bask in the sun.
- Killing a Slayer seems to accrue significant status among vampires.


We made good progress east from Lichenostra through the high forest. The one giant boar we encountered lifted his tusked snout from digging tubers and loudly grunted his warning to remain clear – which we heeded.

By late in the day, the ground was descending and the forest beginning to thicken.

I felt a sudden discomfort low in my abdomen. “Acadian, did you feel that cramp?”

“I did, Buffy, but it’s not been a full six months since your last fertility cycle. That can only mean one thing.”

Slayer slid into my hand as I drew Superian to a stop and listened carefully. I felt another mild pain and quietly said, “Where are you, vampire?” Kitsune moved to a protective position in front of Superian. None of us heard or saw anything. Unhappily noting a mild breeze from behind, I was not surprised that neither of the animals picked up any threatening scent. What I felt was unmistakable though.

Allowing Slayer to dispel, I slid to the ground. Lifting a fist, I spilled divination magic as I slowly scanned across our frontage. The glow of a man or mer shaped target blossomed into view behind a tree at good distance. I quickly switched from my ‘detect anything bigger than a butterfly that can move’ spell to my ‘find corpses’ spell and repeated the scan - which confirmed the target was indeed undead.

Summoning Slayer and taking again to the saddle I paused to consider my options as I watched the tree that separated prey from prey, predator from predator. I knew vampires could detect the presence of a Slayer as readily as I could detect them.

We could have backed away, then navigated well around the monster. Had I not just done exactly that to avoid the significantly lesser threat of a giant boar? With a mixture of fear and frustration, I realized I could not retreat. Creations of the Nirn Mother were far different than those of Molag Bal. The same hand of fate that enabled me to kill even ancient vampires also rendered me loathe to allow their escape. Azura herself had both gifted and cursed me with being a Slayer.

I slammed an arrow into his tree and nocked another. “Show yourself, Vampire.”

A rather ordinary-looking Bosmer stepped into view, bow in hand. “So the legends are true, Slayer. You can detect a Bonsamu vampire without use of a candle. Just as the scent of nightshade where none grows tells me who and what you are.”

“I can give you permanent release from your curse,” I offered.

“Or I can bring your head back to my clan and show them I am strong enough to kill one of Azura’s Slayers.” He followed his words with a hiss, as his face transformed into his true red-eyed, fanged form.

Several things then happened all at once as I drew Slayer. The vampire’s hand shot into his quiver for an arrow. Kitsune yipped her warcry, magically drawing the vampire's ire as she charged. My contingency activated, engulfing Superian and I in the protection of my Barkskin spell.

The vampire’s first shot missed my small vixen and struck Superian in her shoulder. The mare flinched but did not falter in maintaining the steady shooting platform I required.

He was nocking his second shot when I loosed. My arrow staggered him as I reached for another.

As he recovered, he dropped his bow in favor of a dagger, and slashed at the dancing Kitsune. She was more nimble than he and my second arrow killed him.

I leaped to the ground, dispelling Slayer. While inspecting my mare’s wound I noticed that, since the ‘combat’ condition was no longer met, my Contingency-triggered Barkskin spell had faded from both Superian and I. The vampire’s arrow had not penetrated our shielding enough to embed itself and lay on the ground nearby. By the time I could place my hands on her to heal the minor wound, Phantom’s regenerative abilities had already done the job.

A quick check of Kitsune revealed the fox was unharmed. As ever, the happy little warrior seemed pleased with her ability to help protect me.

The animals followed me to where my prey had fallen. The mortality of true death had rendered the vampire’s body into a withered husk draped in clothing. Summoning my elven hunting knife, I collected some of the creature’s dust into a small pouch. I would keep it handy, for I knew that rubbing some over my skin could significantly impede a vampire’s ability to detect my presence. I was also reminded of the need to get some potions to ease cramping – handy not only during my twice yearly periods but useful for easing the similar discomfort of being around a vampire. The cramps could be helpful to alert me but were distracting and, frankly, divination spells worked better to more precisely determine my prey’s location.

“Buffy,” asked Acadian, “how did you know your Barkskin spell’s protection would convey to Superian?”

I giggled. “Do you remember the time of my first coupling with Savlian Matius?”

“Of course, I do,” he replied, “It was a magical time.”

“Quite literally, my paladin. I remembered that when I . . . lost control of my passions with Savlian beneath me, I dug my knees into the ground and spiked a fist into the air, wildly spewing magic.”

“How could I forget?” commented Acadian with a chuckle. “Since you were. . . connected to Savlian, your invisibility spell engulfed both of you.”

“Exactly. My hope – which turned out to be correct – was that with my legs around Superian, our connection would provide similar results. Without the Contingency spell’s automatic casting, I could never test that theory astride my mare – until now.”

“I’m pleased that the memory now conjures a smile,” remarked Acadian. “Even a month ago the same recollection would have summoned tears.”

I'm so glad you refreshed us on the Slayer! I did remember the menstrual cramp-type pain Buffy would feel when a vampire was near, and that she could also be detected by them - didn't remember the rest though, so glad you reviewed it for us!

This has always been such a fascinating part of Buffy lore for me! I loved that whole episode when she first discovered she was a Slayer! (or rather, when I "the reader" first found out about it, lol)


What a powerful chapter this is! We are starting to see Buffy coming back to herself after so many years of grieving so profoundly - these last two chapters really reflect the passing of the "Broken Bowgirl" part of her life so well, because glimpses of her personality are once again starting to show through - but especially her being able to remember her time with Matius without it bringing back the pain and grief (but remembering how wonderful it was).

Embarrassingly enough, Acadian was a "Peeping Tom" for the whole scene,

Awesome Write !!!

Fantastic chapter! Loved the little bits of vampire lore you wove in there, and the fight was intense and exciting. Sir Kitsune is the bravest knight in Tamriel!

Uh oh, cramps. That can only mean one thing...

Buffy's decision to take on the vamp is just as certain to to us who know her as the one to avoid the boar. There is on other way she could react on either score and still be Buffy.

Buffy is prepared for every contingency now! It seems very natural for her spell to thusly extend to her precious mare. Good thing too!

For some time I've been anxiously waiting to see Buffy go back to hunting some vampires. When the Bonsamu were mentioned I knew we were in for a nice mention and more insight on Buffy's Slayer status. I recall her going about Azura's quest to 'free' the undead

You did well by providing some information on Buffy's history for those who may not remember. Buffy has an advantage, as one would imagine when being blessed by a Daedric Lord- One of the highest powers in Tamriel.

That Candle Vamp was no match for the Slayer's prowess with her bow. His sad and vain attempt to elevate himself among his clan, well, failed quite miserably.

Savlian

Like me, Buffy was reminded by this event of days of old. Wouldn't it be a wonder if she could go back in time?

That was a great chapter Acadian. I loved the backstory on Azura's Slayers, is that in the lore of TES or more of your genius creativity being brought into the story? Either way it was very cool.

And then seeing that in action in this chapter was really cool. The vampire didn't stand a chance.

I'll be going back to look at that previous story of Buffy.

A vampire and a Bonsamu at that!

I liked the dynamic description of several things that happened at once. It's not easy to write about multiple events taking place at once and keep a flow of the story, but you did it really good.

While grieving is a normal process to cope with death of our loved ones, to remain strong and move on with life, requires a lot of physical strength. To be able to remember our loved ones and good things that we experienced with them without their deaths shadowing good things, requires even more physical strength. Being a family doctor, I'm often faced with such stories and through conversations I try to help people to try and resume their normal life. With Buffy now being able to smile about sad past events, I'd say she's on a good way to resume her life, maybe even find love again. So while grieving is normal, over-grieving is dangerous and leads to all sorts of other problems.

Now I'm starting to wonder if Buffy was subconsciously hiding herself (and Savlian) from her audience.

It's good that the Contingency doesn't suffer from Buffy's limitation of casting only with her feet on the ground! Of course, if it did, then the featherfall part would be useless.

The encounter with the Bonsamu vampire was vivid, exciting, and a beautiful study in pacing. Wow, Buffy's story continues to be an inspiration! This is a part to return and read over and over.

How wonderful that Buffy brought up the memory of Savlian with a smile. (And what a great memory.) The signs of healing continue. Whatever she does next, this episode gives me hopes for her rather than worries.

mALX- Thank you! I’m glad you found the Slayer review helpful. This episode did mark a bit of a turning point for Buffy – where pleasant memories with Savlian can invoke a smile.

hazmick- Thanks! Kitsune is a pretty good little helper. Glad you enjoyed our unique take on vampires and Slayers.

SubRosa- It is so gratifying to hear that you can predict Buffy’s reaction to many circumstances based upon some of the consistent aspects of her nature. Thank you.

DE- Thanks so much for your warm support regarding our treatment of vampires – despite the fact that ‘Buffy Lore’ strays quite a bit from TES lore.

BretonBlood- Thank you! The idea of an Azuran Slayer does not exist in TES lore. That Azura does not like vampires is clear from her quest in Oblivion however. With a character named Buffy, I naturally couldn’t resist a place in our story for ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.

Lopov- Thanks for your kind words regarding what you called a ‘dynamic description’ during the fight. I agree that pacing is quite important during combat scenes. I think part of what is helping Buffy through her grieving is being in a different environment (Valenwood). When she returns to Cyrodiil in our next book, it may well reopen healing wounds and lead to some of the self-destructive behavior you allude to.

ghastley- What an intriguing thought as to whether Buffy’s climactic invisibility spell might have been to hide her and Savlian from view! Given how vocal she gets when excited, I’m not sure she can keep such things secret.

Grits- I think most of us find fight scenes a challenging balance between presenting clear detail during what is by nature a confusing evolution without bogging down the pace. Thank you so much for your warm and supportive encouragement. Buffy’s past is long, but I join you in foreseeing a long future for her as well.


Previously- After departing the Tall Tree, Lichenostra, Buffy encountered a Bonsamu vampire in the forest. Unable to ignore her instincts as a Slayer, a deadly confrontation was inevitable.



By sunset, we'd arrived at the edge of the nearly impenetrable jungle that both surrounded and protected the ancient forest of the Cloud Dancers. By a small stream there we made camp. Dinner was a small mudcrab that was both killed and cooked by my flame spell. As I ate, Superian and Kitsune foraged for succulent grasses and small rodents respectively. After we all had a short but cleansing play in the water, the animals watched over me as I made a bed of moss and leaves then crawled into it. “We’ll take to the trees at dawn.”

The next two days of treetop travel – with Superian safely spirited away inside me and the comfort of my Contingency spell set to Featherfall – proved both efficient and uneventful.

By the third day I was once again astride Superian. As the tan-colored rocky ridgeline bordering western Elsweyr grew close, we turned north.

The open forest of eastern Valenwood was carpeted in emerald grass and large swaths of brightly colored wildflowers. The songs of familiar birds and appearance of white-tailed deer prompted me to remark, “This reminds me of Cyrodiil.”

“Our current course will take us there,” replied Acadian. “Is that your intent?”

“Maybe it is,” I said. “We’ve seen the prairies, forests, jungles and Tall Trees of Valenwood. My broken arm from Kvatch is healed and I think my heart is mending – or at least learning to dwell on precious memories more than grief.”

“And your skills are once again formidable,” he added.

“I’ve had plenty of help there but, yes, I do feel more like predator than prey once again.”

“I’m sure your many friends north of the border would love to see you, Buffy.”

“I do find myself thinking of those I love in Cyrodiil. . . Archery Master Daenlin, my University Advisor Boderi Farano, Guildmagister Kud-Ei, Sir Mazoga. . . .” I smiled then sighed.

Before long, we found ourselves following an established dirt trail instead of forging our own. Superian was the first to lift her long nose into the slight breeze, flaring her nostrils. I glanced down to see Kitsune also tasting the air with her muzzle. Then I smelled it as well. The faint odor of wood smoke. Civilization.

As we crested the next rise, I drew Superian to a stop. Bracing my hands into the mammoth-bone pommel of her saddle, I leaned forward to survey the vista sprawled before us. This far east, the Strid River crashed and roiled its way through a narrow canyon ahead of us and I could see it gradually snaking out to the west toward the wide river valley that bore its name. Far across the river to the north and slightly west, the spires of Skingrad spiked skyward. Farther to the northwest, I believed I could make out the mountain that hosted Kvatch.

Directly ahead was a formation of stone that arched over the river canyon allowing passage across. Built around the Valenwood approach to this natural bridge was a settlement. Faint trails of smoke from several chimneys gently wafted upward until dispersed by the light breeze. I knew the village to be called Strid Crossing - a way stop serving traders and travelers who used the bridge between Valenwood and Cyrodiil. The westering sun now cast a golden glow over the Strid River and it had been a long day. Urging the mare forward, I said, “I expect they have an inn, perhaps even some news from Cyrodiil.”

After so much time in the prairies, forests and jungles of Valenwood, the sound of Superian’s hoofs clattering on the rough and narrow cobblestone main street of Strid Crossing seemed foreign. Chickens, pigs and goats wandered freely and I saw at least one cow tethered to a tree. There were a few daub and wattle houses along the street with roofs of thatch. Set further back, several trees contained small dwellings within their branches. A number of townsfolk – mostly Bosmer and Khajiit - looked up from their activities of tanning hides, smoking pipes or milking goats to eye us with mild curiosity.

The center of this modest village was marked by a cluster of several more buildings. These were constructed from river stones and timber. Several bore signs advertising the nature of their businesses. We stopped and I dismounted to draw a bucket of cool water from the town’s central well. After drinking our fill, I blew Superian a kiss and headed for the door beneath a tavern sign.

Loved the description of northern Valenwood. After exploring Reaper's March myself, I can picture it so clearly.

I assume you're having to tread between the ESO and VI versions of this area, as they differ quite a bit, but shouldn't Arenthia be in view, too?

Strid Crossing is clearly your own, and the natural bridge is a brilliant idea. It's not the sort of thing that lets a city develop, as it's as big as it is, and you can't do anything about that. So a village that's appropriate to the trade flow is what would happen. I envisage this bridge as large enough for a horse, but not a cart.

So the cliffhanger is: will she turn toward Kvatch, or away?

How great it is to see us move away from one territory to another. From Valenwood to western Elseweyr. The changes here were evident, and reminded me of traveling through ESO.



This is wonderful to hear because the character of Buffy, her size and her kind-hearted ways does not mean she isn't formidable in her own right. And this rings true in the Bosmer hunter-gatherer society and individual.

Oh man I know how Buffy must feel to be reminded of Cyrodiil. Personally I don't think there is any province more beautiful than the Imperial province and you captured some of the essence of Cyrodiil right here. The birdsongs, flowers and of course the deer did indeed remind us of the Heartland.

Despite her words, Buffy may face things that will bring back unfortunate memories. Seeing the ruins of Oblivion gates makes me think of this. But with Acadian ever at her side I'm not too worried of the outcome.

She's surrounded by great friends her(most of which are animals), but to a Bosmer that's all the friends one can need. They aren't fickle and truly trustworthy.

Great chapter Acadian!

Ahh, nothing like some roasted Mirelurk cooked over a fusion battery to fill a Wastelander's tummy... Oh wait, this is Tamriel, not Boston!

Northern Valenwood sounds like a garden paradise, especially after the wild and deadly hinterland of the deep woods.

Yeah, that vampire did not stand a chance, what was he thinking? Guess he didn't know who he was up against! I love all the background surrounding lore during that part, and it's a good idea you explained how it works, otherwise I'd-a been lost.

Nice to return to civilization again.

Killed and cooked with one spell!

A neat story as Buffy is heading back to "civilization".

What a beautiful description of Valenwood’s Strid River and border lands. I love the way looking at the landscape so naturally led to the discussion about what’s possibly next and how far Buffy has come in her Valenwood voyage. I wonder what news there will be from Cyrodiil. Thinking of Buffy’s return gives me mixed emotions. Even though she is ready, it still won't be easy. It is a joy to follow along on this journey with her.

This is so exciting, seeing Buffy returning to Cyrodiil! And among her friends waiting there to see her again is one lonely Khajiit - don't forget your friend Maxical, Buffy!

Your descriptions here were wonderful, like Hazmick said - very reminiscent of Reapers March; and I'm picturing Buffy around Arenthia!

Awesome Write !!!

hazmick- Thank you! My hope was to conjure recollections of Cyrodiil during this final leg of Buffy’s journey through Valenwood.

ghastley- You are exactly right that the episode took place pretty close to Arenthia – and I might have done well to mention that. I did choose for Buffy’s path to miss it though and opted for a tiny border village of our own creation. Turning toward or away from Kvatch? I expect the answer will be the same as ever for Buffy – like a moth toward flame. Thanks!

DE- Thank you. I believe your insight is solid in predicting that a return to more familiar surroundings will also conjure painful memories. Acadian, Superian and, now, Kitsune are likely to get leaned on heavily.

SubRosa- Hee! Get thee back to Tamriel, oh Wastelander! You’ve been. . . over there too long. Thank you; I do think the northeast corner of Valenwood is beautifully reminiscent of Cyrodiilic forests.

Renee- Thanks! I know that Buffy’s peculiar vampire lore is unique - even potentially confusing when shoehorned into TES - and felt that an explanation/review was in order for both newer and longer-term readers.

Lopov- Thank you! Killing and cooking the mud crab by fire spell was another convenient opportunity to try and show how seamlessly magic flows through Buffy’s daily life.

Grits- I was indeed trying to blend Buffy’s surroundings with her path ahead – thanks for noting that! Thinking of Buffy’s return to Cyrodiil gives me mixed emotions as well, my friend. She and I are both optimistic about her future though.

mALX- I know you and Maxical treasure some wonderful memories from Oblivion. I hope our final episode brings a nostalgic smile to you. Thank you!


Previously- Traveling via the treetops, Buffy passed over the protective jungle surrounding the ancient forest of the Cloud Dancers. When she took to the ground again, she was in eastern Valenwood. From there she proceeded north to a quaint village on the border of Cyrodiil where she decided to seek lodging for the night.

Now, on to our final episode and the conclusion of Buffy's journey of self-discovery through Valenwood.



“Welcome to Strid Crossing, traveler.” The innkeeper wore a clean but tattered apron over his tunic and trousers of sackcloth. The fur on his face, arms and tail bore the orange color with black spots of a Valenwood tree leopard. “This one is called Baedargo and is honored to serve you.”

“My name’s Buffy and I’m interested in renting a room for myself. Oh, and one of the stalls I noted on the side your tavern for my mare.”

“You both will be most welcome,” he replied with a feline smile. “Your accommodations will include dinner, an evening bath, breakfast and oats for your horse.” After showing me to my room, he announced over his shoulder, “A guest!” Two Khajiit children who each rose only to my shoulder scurried to his side. “These are my kits. They will help you and your horse to be comfortable during your stay.” He turned to the small ones. “Tsabhi, roll the tub into Miss Buffy’s room and begin heating water to fill it. Jo’Rakha, as soon as she is settled in, help our guest tend to her horse.”

“Yes, father,” they said in unison. The boy bowed and the girl curtseyed, speaking together as one, “Welcome Miss Buffy. These ones are honored to serve you.”

“I am very pleased to meet you both,” I said. “Jo’Rakha, would you help me with my mare now?”

“Yes, Miss Buffy.”

As he took my hand to lead me from the tavern, I looked at the beaming Baedargo and remarked, “Your pride is well-deserved. They’re adorable.”

My hosts spoiled both Superian and I with an attentiveness that rivaled the finest inns of the Imperial City. Both children were enthralled with Kitsune and it was the attention they lavished upon her that reminded me how much the vixen had become a natural part of me. She could appear and disappear at will, slip unobtrusively through doors at my side and normally drew little attention – from most adults anyway.

After I enjoyed a warm bath and fine meal, Baedargo approached apologetically. “The kits tell their father that you have traveled far and long without news from the other provinces.“ He presented a copy of the Black Horse Courier. “This one regrets that the latest edition to find Strid Crossing is a week old.”

“Your charming kits are correct, and I’m ever so grateful for your thoughtfulness.” Steaming bergamot tea arrived as, with Kitsune curled up on my lap, I caught up with the news from Cyrodiil.

From just the front page, it quickly became clear that the Elder Council was still running the Empire without an Emperor. I couldn’t find a word about the surviving Septim heir that we had found in the Chapel at Kvatch. Looking at the date on the Courier, I calculated it had now been nearly six months since Baurus, Mazoga and Agronak had escorted Martin to. . . I had no idea where.

I skipped over an article under the headline ‘Gray Fox eludes Hieronymus Lex’s latest sweep of the Waterfront.’

My heart swelled when I read a piece in the editorial section titled ‘The Hero of Kvatch was Right’. It chastised those who, within weeks of Savlian Matius closing the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch, had questioned his decision to ‘kick a hornet’s nest’. Some had apparently claimed his 'rash and misguided actions' would cause more gates to open, arguing that appeasing Mehrunes Dagon by sacrificing one city for the good of the Empire would have been a more prudent choice. The article ended with its author concluding, ‘What say you now, oh timid souls? It has been nearly six months. Where are the Oblivion Gates spilling hordes of Daedra that you feared? To you doubters, I say, hail the late Captain Matius - Hero of Kvatch!’

On the society page, I found an article describing the Countess of Leyawiin’s latest dinner party. The reporter’s tone mockingly congratulated her for avoiding a repeat of the ‘fashion disaster’ that marred one such event nearly a year ago, saying, ‘It took all the Count’s horses and all the Count’s men, to prevent the Dastardly Disrober from striking again.’ My smile faded as I recalled that I had still not returned to Sanguine’s shrine to reclaim the beautiful red gown stripped from me that night.

After checking on Superian, I said good night to my charming hosts and closed the door to my room behind me. Kitsune hopped up on the bed, circling several times before choosing her spot for the night. I smiled as I watched her. How long had it been since I’d slept between real sheets instead of a bedroll, furs or moss? Skingrad, I decided; before. . . Kvatch.

I sat at the small desk and unrolled a well-worn and richly annotated doeskin map – not of Valenwood, but of Cyrodiil. “Acadian, we’re going home.”

“I am proud to see that you are doing so on your own terms, Buffy. What is our plan?”

My finger followed my words on the map. “From here, we’re going to Kvatch. I know it will be hard, but I owe my dear Savlian a graveside visit.”

“I’m sure the dragontongue flowers you planted around him will have grown beautifully by now.”

My smile was a sad one, but it was a smile nonetheless. “Our next stop will be Skingrad. Those warning cramps that preceded our recent vampire encounter reminded me that it's also nearly time for my twice yearly period - and I don't want to be caught unprepared. I need elixirs for cramping and some of those little Abecean sea sponges that Nilawen in Bravil taught me to use. That Dunmeri alchemist in Skingrad – you know, the one from Morrowind who. . . dances with dead – is discrete and carries a good supply of both.”

“Residents of Skingrad’s graveyard likely consider themselves fortunate to have her attentions,” quipped Acadian.

The paladin and I shared a quiet laugh before I continued, “We’ll then head northeast to Sanguine’s shrine. I want that red dress back from the Prince of Debauchery who stripped it from me in Leyawiin nearly a year ago. It belongs to Delphine Jend.”

“Always wise to close out unfinished business.”

I nodded my agreement. “From there, we’ll continue east to the Arcane University. Stablemaster Thernd will be fascinated by the changes to Superian. I owe Boderi Farano many thanks for her part in coordinating the creation and delivery of my mystic bow. Also, if there is any news of my dear friends and fellow Knights of the White Stallion, the Imperial City will be the most likely place to hear it.”

“I agree. It has been far too long without word of Sirs Mazoga and Agronak.”

“Finally, we’ll go home – to Bravil. I miss Master Daenlin, Guildmagister Kud-Ei, and so many others there terribly.”

“I’m sure your many friends in the City of Mara will be delighted to see you.”

I rolled up the map. “We ride at dawn, my paladin.”

~ The End ~

Below the article was an artist's rendition of that very event a year ago, where they captured the guilty party in the very act!







This is so exciting to see Buffy returning to Cyrodiil !!!!!


Here is someone who heard Buffy was coming back, and knew there was one place she would most definitely prioritize visiting - and ran to wait for her friend there:


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And staying warm in her backpack is another person who can't wait for some of Buffy's spoiling:



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Awesome Write, really enjoying hearing about Buffy again!

Homeward bound. Seems like a pretty solid plan for Buffy's tour of Cyrodiil, though I imagine Kvatch will be the largest hurdle for our little Elf to climb over.

And their indestructible squire?

I'm just as excited as mALX is to see Buffy return to Cyrodiil. I don't know why but I suspect it is because Cyrodiil, for most of us, is the place where it all began. It is a place where Buffy was born and raised, too. So I am glad to see her back to a place where the height( ) of her life was. I expect new things for Buffy here.

Baedargo the innkeeper and his pride/litter tugged at the heart. They're adorable.

The Courier news was a great reminder that despite the odds, the mortals of Tamriel prevailed over the demonic hosts of Oblivion, and that Savlian— rather than incurring the complete and total wrath of Mehrunes Dagon—had not only kicked the hornet's nest but contributed valiantly in its destruction and downfall. What say you oh doubters?

That was awesome.

And how can we forget Leyawiin's little prank?

Buffy had quite a list of things to do, but it is going to be a great adventure for her. It always is. Awesome work Acadian!

Quite the way to "end" Buffy's story, well this part anyways. Very well written, I enjoyed her reading of the Black Horse Courier to catch up on what has been going on in Cyrodiil in her absence.

And maybe this is something that I may have missed from Buffy's first book, but she mentions going to Skingrad and I can't help but think of Buffy and her Slayer status when it comes to that city... for the obvious reasons. Does she know of the vampire present there?

I can't wait to continue with Buffy through the rest of her adventure back in Cyrodiil.

You very cleverly introduced the innkeeper as a Khajiit, without ever having to actually say so. That was nicely done.

The Gray Fox is still as slippery as a vulpine familiar!

And so is the Dastardly Disrober!

Falanu is Buffy's herbal hookup! Good thing for Buffy that she is not as pale-skinned as others...

And a nice close on this book of Buffy's adventures in Valenwood. I agree that it is good to see her returning to Cyrodiil on her own terms.

Add me to this list. And mirocu too, for sure.

Well, what a lovely ending to Book 2. That was fun to read. I'm glad I was around to catch it all, Acadian!

Baedargo’s kits were adorable! I love how they attached themselves to Kitsune. What a charming image of a thoroughly refreshed Buffy reading the paper over tea with her familiar curled up on her lap.

I was as interested as Buffy to read the Courier and see what had been going on back in Cyrodiil. The highlights connected her story to background events beautifully.

The last line is perfect. Book 2 ends looking forward to Buffy’s next beginning. What a delight it has been to go along on Buffy’s Valenwood journey!

I could almost hear "these ones" talking.

Nice glimpse into what's been going on in Cyrodiil sine Buffy was gone, not that much changed.

That was an interesting read, yet the ending foreshadows a new beginning so we're far from end, I'd say.

Previously- During the book’s final episode, Buffy and her crew spent a quiet evening in the border village of Strid Crossing, catching up on the news from Cyrodiil. Later in the evening, Buffy announced that she would ride the next morning for Cyrodiil. She then discussed some of her shorter term plans with Acadian.

mALX- How thoughtful of you to remind us of that wonderful drawing that Ayumi fan did for Buffy years ago! As always, you are a boundless source of enthusiastic support and encouragement. Hi to dear Maxical and chubby Alex the Mouse!

hazmick- Buffy will probably be okay for a time, comforted somewhat by the assurance that her hero (Savlian) stopped the Oblivion Crisis at Kvatch. When those who claim that Savlian simply kicked the hornet nest are eventually proven right, it will likely prove emotionally traumatic for Buffy.

ghastley- Oh yes! Can’t forget Fanador – the adoring fan and squire to Sirs Mazoga and Agronak.

DE- Cyridiil does hold a special place in our heart as well. Though conceived in Valenwood, Buffy was born and raised in Bravil of course. That is where her story began. Thank you.

BretonBlood- Thank you – Buffy’s history is so long that I always appreciate questions which allow me to review bits of it. Way back in Book 1, Buffy stopped in Skingrad on her way to Kvatch. She did indeed experience vampire cramps as she passed the castle. She was concerned that there might be a vampire lair near or even under the castle and debated warning the count lest he be unaware of the danger. Since she did not know the count and had pressing business at Kvatch, she did not pursue the matter. So, no – she doesn’t yet know Count Skingrad’s secret.

SubRosa- Thanks much for pointing out my intent on how we introduced the innkeeper as clearly Khajiit without directly saying so. I clearly remember many years ago when you first took an interest in Buffy’s story and reached out to help me develop the skills to tell it – and I remain as grateful as ever for what you have taught me.

Renee- I’m so glad that you were able to join us for Book 2! I have appreciated your interest, questions and the resultant opportunities to elaborate on some of Buffy’s history. Thank you!

Grits- As the epitome of graciousness, you always seem to know exactly the right words to both encourage Buffy and I as well as warm our hearts. Thank you so much for your inspiring support as Buffy travels her long path.

Lopov- I very much enjoy episodes where Buffy relays her story against a slightly distracting backdrop – be it while grooming her mare or, in this case, being pampered by the engaging innkeeper and his kits. And yes, I hope the ‘end’ of Book 2 was both satisfying as well as clearly indicating there is more of her story awaiting the telling.


All- It means the world to Buffy and I to have the warm and continuing support of our friends who find our humble efforts worthy of their time. Truly, I thank each of you so much for the help and encouragement we have enjoyed.

Just as Skyrim heavily impacted our plans after Book 1, so has ESO impacted our plans after Book 2. Though we have numerous plans and as many partial drafts, we need some time to rest, play and contemplate how best to tell the next major piece of Buffy’s tale.

Finally, allow Buffy to leave you with her uniquely elven parting words, “Cool waters and green grasses to you."

D'Aaaw! Buffy will be missed till she graces the boards again!

As ever, we shall wait patiently for future writing and look forward to hearing more of Buffy's adventures.




Haa-Rei wishes me to say: "May friendly branches shade your path, my small friend. No, wait, leave the 'small' bit out. Are you listening to me?"