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

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

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

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

Edit: Buffy has completed this book as of August 2012, and I would like to think that the reading of it is a satisfying experience - both complete as well as suggestive of sequels. For those newer readers who would like to catch up to us in one short sitting, you might find this helpful: Buffy – The Executive Summary Thread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A Bosmer vampire hunter?" the merchant scoffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buffy is Back!

I loved this:
Maybe I needed bigger eyelashes,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yay!

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

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

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

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

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

Buffy's back!

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

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

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

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

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

“Superian?”

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

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

“Buffy!”

Welcome Back, Acadian!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MyCat- Since mALX and I are the cause of you joining this forum, I am very pleased to be able to now continue the story for you. I'm so flattered to have you reading and look forward to your picture. The wonderful Ayumifan recently drew a great picture and sent it to Buffy. It's from Buffy's 'Let's get naked dinner party' with Lady Leyawiin. Ayumifan calls it Excellent Wine.

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



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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Off I crept, down the dark stone tunnel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you not afraid?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Classic Buffy!

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

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


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


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

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

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

Nicely done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

The second arrow wasn't needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

Just one question:


Did she leave enough water to bathe in?

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

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

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

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

The Buffster is back!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did spot this:

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Which is?" I prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yay for Simplicia!

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

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

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

VERY nice writing Acadian!!!

I really liked this chapter a great deal.

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

I can only echo what Sage Rosa has already said.

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

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

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

Such a smooth and beautiful chapter.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was so much catching up to do!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good job tweaking this chapter!

I enjoyed this chapter, very well written.

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

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

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

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

3. Buffy Fights Her Way Home

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

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

4. Homecoming

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To start with, I love the title!

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

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


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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

Good stuff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Need some help?" asked Mivryna pleasantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How wonderful that Buffy gains a new traveling companion!

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

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

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

I enjoyed this chapter Buffy, very much in fact.

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

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

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

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

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

Next up, Vilverin?

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

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

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


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

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