The creation disobeys the creator! Yay for paradox! Poor Buffy will never win will she?

A fun - and informative - installment of our favorite Bosmer bowgirl. We see Buffy grappling with the issues every new adventurer faces. What works? What does not? The realization that thinking and tactics are even more important that raw power. Things that she can only learn from the experiences she is now having.

We also see her grappling with the issue of her own identity. What is a mage supposed to look like? Act like? By the end we see her coming to the classic Buffy conclusion that she can only be herself. That is a revelation that many people never achieve, and suffer because of it.


I couldn't figure out a way to blame Acadian for this, so I had to admit it was because I got lazy and overconfident.
I loved this.


"Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"
This is so Buffy!

Like Rosa, I loved the way Buffy figured out her tactics in that cavern. Archery in such close quarters is so difficult, especially with targets that are resistant to poison.

I loved this! The tart rejoinder is classic Buffy!

Also her thoughts on how to dress, and Acadian's slyly diplomatic response. I can tell he has lived many years with a woman!

Good stuff, she gets a bit lazy and just about gets burned for it, nice following of the arc from confidence to (near) death... Certainly she's discovering the difficulty archers face in confined spaces.

I'm also enjoying her 'what should I look like?' quandry.


Another great line there.


Ahhh... I wondered how you were going to have her go there, very neat and unforced.

I am clapping my hands with excitement here. Wow! This chapter just sings off the page.

You have beautifully mastered the show / tell aspect of fiction writing and I am really enjoying the description that you are weaving in there. Bravo, my friend. I can see that you are making an effort to improve that side of your writing and this old duck cannot help but smile. It must give you pleasure to see the fruits of all the hard work you are putting in. More, more!

The balance in the story is great too, Buffy has gone from the stain the greaves girl, to the learning her craft girl. She is not quite the deadly bowgirl we all know and love yet. I am really enjoying the following of this progress.

I am tickled pink to be considered her Aussie Godfather. Please tell Buffy the shack next door is always open to her. You never know when her or City-Swimmer might have to hide from the guards. Thanks!

And the development of Buffy grows apace.

I find that others have made my points before me, so all I will say is, THANK YOU for entertaining us, and kudos for your writing skills development!!!

As ever your description of the archer’s tactics in the close confines of the cave is excellent, and Erthor is laugh out loud funny. His running monologue while Buffy leads him from the cave is just priceless.

Like Foxy I am left echoing what everyone else has already said. Congratulations on yet another stand-out chapter!

I agree with Destri. Erthor is annoying as hell in the game but you made him into a character one can laugh about and actually adore. (dare I say; kinda what I have done with Fagoth.. errm I mean Fargoth in Rales' Memoires?)

Keep it up m8!

Very enjoyable Buffy.

Chapter 11 found Buffy fighting zombies in Bleak Flats Cave to rescue a missing mage and earn her University recommendation from the Skingrad guild.

Zerker- Thanks. Buffy and Acadian are slowly learning to understand and appreciate each other. Buffy does feel a little out of place in her guild of mages. Somehow though, I suspect the guild will change before Buffy's weaponry and manner of dress does.

SubRosa- I intended for Buffy to display her gradual tactical learning curve as well as ponder her own identity, hopefully punctuated by the irritatingly delightful prattle of Erthor. Thank you so much for your affirmation.

Rider- Thank you for complimenting Buffy's tactics in close quarters. The scene with Buffy and Erthor was pure joy to write and I'm so pleased you liked it.

Acadian has been 'dressed down' by Buffy on numerous occasions. It was refreshing for him to be able to add some clever insight in his response to Buffy's fashion question. Doubly delicious to do so using her own words.

Olen- 'What should I look like' spawns from the game's lack of archers that use magic. Should she join the fighters guild like most archers, when she refuses to touch a melee weapon? Or the mages guild when she dresses like a light scout with a longbow? She has made her choice, but certainly wrestles with her one of a kind image.

Yes, she is in for a surprise in the next city. Make no mistake, she is not a Champion of Cyrodiil kind of girl. Nevertheless, the impact of what she finds in Kvatch will remain with her and affect her path.

Wolf- You are a long term connoisseur of BF, and I am honored that you are enjoying some of the revisions and refinements in style and content we are striving for. Thank you.

Foxy- Friend Foxy, you provided the precise mix of technical assistance, craft advice and encouragement when I most needed it as a novice early in the original telling of Buffy's story. I so appreciate your help, allowing me to do a little better justice to my bowgirl.

Destri- Thank you for complimenting Buffy's tactics. If necessity is the mother of invention, Buffy's refusal to touch melee weapons certain creates a lot of necessity! As I told Rider, Erthor was simply a joy to write.

Remko- I'm so glad it seems my irritatingly charming intent for Erthor seemed to come through. Thank you.

Zalphon- Thank you. Buffy is delighted you are enjoying her story.



The rumbling crackle of thunder was almost constant. Streaks of red lightning danced across a black sky, illuminating the dead trees. Monstrous curved spikes protruded from the ground in front of the walls surrounding Kvatch. Flames licked the ominous opening that could only be a gate to the planes of Oblivion itself. What manner of horror was this?

"Stand back civilian! This is no place for you. Get back to the encampment at once." I knew this had to be Savlian Matius. Everyone in the dismal tent camp at the base of this mountain had talked about his heroics in getting them out of the city to safety. I stood frozen as the captain of the city guard, clad in mail with white and black surcoat approached. He carried a round white shield, adorned with the black head of a wolf - the symbol of Kvatch.

"W-what happened here?" I stammered, overwhelmed at the scene before me.

"We lost the damned city, that's what happened! It was too much. Too fast. We were overwhelmed. Couldn't even get everyone out. There are still people trapped in there. Some made it to the chapel. But some," he closed his eyes briefly, then scowled in anguish, "were just run down in the streets. The Count and his men are still holed up in the castle and now we can't even get into the city to help them with that damned Oblivion gate blocking the way!" The Imperial's face was illuminated by flames coming from that very gate. His brown eyes were wracked with pain and anger, the black headband and closely cropped brown hair were soaked with sweat and blood. He and a handful of his men were the only obstacles standing between this flaming gate and Cyrodiil.

"What will you do now?" I felt tiny, and my words seemed insignificant.

"The only thing we can do. We'll try to stand our ground, that's what. If we can't hold this barricade, those beasts could march right down and overrun the encampment. I have to try and protect the few civilians that are left." He shook his head and repeated, "It’s the only thing we can do now."

A pale goblin-looking creature with a tail burst through the gate. I recognized it from books about Daedra as a scamp. The guard captain's blade sang from its scabbard as he and his men immediately charged the beast and slew it.

Savlian returned to me, shaking his head in desperation. "My home! My damn home in flames. It kills me that I can't get in there and do something. We couldn't have been any less prepared for this. Seems like they came out of nowhere. There were just so many of them. If only I had a way to strike back at the enemy. But we can't leave the barricade until that Oblivion gate is closed."

"You are a hero to those down in the encampment. They owe their lives to you." My heart was breaking for this courageous, selfless man standing before me. I reached up and briefly touched his cheek with my hand. His face was young, but bore the scars of too many battles. I tried to smile, as tears came to my eyes. "I can see you are carrying the weight of this city on your shoulders. This gate threatens the entire Empire. I'm sure the Legion will send soldiers to help. I-I wish I could ease your pain."

He managed a tired, grim smile in return. "Thank you. By what are you called?"

"My name is Buffy, from Bravil."

"Well, Buffy from Bravil, I will remember your kindness, and I will remember you. Hopefully you are right and the Legion will send help. Maybe when it's safe again. . . . Maybe, I mean, I hope, perhaps you will come back. For now though, you're in grave danger here. You'd best leave. There's no telling when more of them will come out of that Oblivion gate."

"Someday, I will come back, Savlian Matius." I meant it. As I started backing away, I couldn't tear my eyes from the burning city of Kvatch, or this noble man with the heart of a lion, standing against the horrors inside that flaming gate.

"Buffy!" Savlian boomed over the thunder, "My tent in the encampment. There's a spare Kvatch shield. Take it with you."

I nodded as I continued backing away. Another beast emerged from the gate. The hissing scamp crouched, scanning for a target. As if fed by the nearby flames, a ball of fire was forming in his bony hands. Savlian and his men charged forward again. I turned away, and headed down the hill towards the encampment.

"Yes, Savlian Matius," I whispered, "I will come back."

And zing! Buffy's in love! I've known for some time that Buffy has the same taste in men that I do! It was a joy to see Savlian again - he holds a special place in my heart, of all the Oblivion NPC's.

Wonderful job describing the devastation that is Kvatch. It's sad that we never get to see it whole. Realistically, it would take years to bring the town back to where it was, assuming that finances and logistics would even allow it. Kvatch is unique in its location on top of a high mesa (and it even has water!) - an ideal location for a fortress. Bravil has its "moat," but none of the other major towns in Cyrodiil has the defensive properties that make Kvatch so ideal as a redoubt.

This chapter is short, but sublimely sweet even so. Here we meet the man who provides the driving force for so many of Buffy's future actions. Buffy is a typical woman in that sense!

This is brilliant. Buffy is a truly great character and although she may not be a mighty hero that runs around slaying monsters, she is still a hero to all who read these journal entries (i think everyone else will agree) and i am honoured to have read this and experienced Cyrodiil's true nature. not the nature i see when i run through oblivion with the difficulty slider to the left and not becoming attached to any of my characters. I think you will be pleased to hear that these wonderful stories have prompted me to begin a journey with a character not to dissimilar to Buffy who will go on a life journey, rather than a game.

Thankfully for the people of Kvatch there is no justice, even in the world of the Elder Scrolls. If there were justice then Savlian Matius would be a Watch Captain in the Imperial City and Audens Avidius would be manning the barricade outside of Kvatch. Where would the city be then?

It seems like that poor man has been guarding that gate and killing scamps forever! Yet I know that this is only the beginning. You express Buffy’s feelings toward Savlian beautifully, and you leave no doubt in your reader’s minds that this is not the last time that we will see the city of Kvatch.

Definately a short chapter, though I did suspect to see more of a nod to the main quest I'm glad you didn't, having Buffy clear an oblivion gate (at least at the moment) wouldn't seem very likely to me. It did make an effective introduction for Savlian though. And the promise of seeing Kvatch later, I'm interested to see how you make it during/after it's recovery.

And now I suspect on the Anvil for the final reccomendation...

Yay! Buffy falls in love. I hope you expand on that a bit more. The Kvatch scene was pretty realistic, no one girl army.

Short and sweet, yet it deftly sets the hook into Buffy. It is not hard to see that Savlian Matius will never be far from Buffy's future thoughts, or goals.

"Someday, I will come back, Savlian Matius."
Methinks this is no mere promise, but prophecy!


nits:
Streaks of red lightening danced across a black sky,
I think you meant lightning there.


I stood frozen as the captain of the city guard, <?> in white and black mail approached.
It feels like you missed a word where I put the <?>, clad perhaps, or girded, etc...? Also, his mail itself ought to be grey (or silvery). I think you meant the surcoat to be white and black?

"Yes, Savlian Matius," I whispered, "I will come back."

Epic foreshadowing maneuver!

Ahh, Buffy and the MQ, something I have been waiting six months for. Awesome!
It is a very interesting path that Buffy has gone down. Both Jauffre and Savlian will not forget their first glimpse of the blond haired mystic archer.
Both for different reasons, of course.

I know that the forces arrayed against Cyrodiil have yet to face a foe like our Buffy, long may they rue the day that they decided to invade our green land.

Forgive me Acadian, for having neglected to reply for so long. And Buffy, your forgiveness I crave, as well. But enough of that- let’s talk stories!

The “conversations” with the Emperor are so wonderfully “Buffy.” “…Emperor stuff, I guess.”

And I appreciate the character history you weave seamlessly into the story.

Several excellent touches to fit the game mechanics to Buffy’s story- e.g., Baurus having her fill out papers to process her pardon.

The new merchant moving in and the Arena scenes are masterful additions; you have breathed a lot of life into the I.C.

The “toss you overboard and let you swim” was priceless. Reminds me of the swabbies who used to tell the complaining ground-pounders- “If you don’t like it, you can always get out and walk. It’s only 20 miles to the nearest land.”

And Buffy deciding to just casually visit the Shivering Isles- yep, she is definitely 18. At least if I recall my own attitude at that age correctly…. “It’ll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?” And Mama and Papa Treydog get some more grey hairs.

I will say more when I have a chance to read more. I have no desire to rush through the chapters- I want to savor every moment.

The description of Kvatch was great

In Chapter 12, Buffy stood terrified before the Oblivion Gate responsible for the destruction of Kvatch. She took the advice of the brave Savlian Matius, and retreated to safety, perhaps to return someday.

Rider- I'm so glad you see Savlian as the gritty, selfless hero that Buffy seems to. Yes, Kvatch could be magnificent, and certainly commands an imposingly defensible piece of terrain. Thank you for enjoying what was an emotionally powerful scene for Buffy.

hazmick- I am pleased that you enjoy seeing Cyrodiil through Buffy's eyes. She is honored that her exploits could provide some inspiration to your own character. I hope you will stay with the telling of her tale.

Destri- Yes, my friend. Despite comments in the game otherwise, Savlian Matius is the true Hero of Kvatch, rivaled only by the brave Julian of Anvil. I'm delighted that you see him similarly. Did Buffy say she would come back? Oh my, I've never known the young elf not to keep her word.

Olen- Thank you. Buffy clear that flaming portal of mass destruction? The girl that a mere few weeks ago nonchalantly popped in and out of the Shivering Isles is thankfully beginning to recognize true danger and her own limitations.

Zerker- The brief touch of destinies did seem to affect her, perhaps both of them. "I will come back?" Buffy always rides fast, shoots straight and tells the truth. Thanks.

SubRosa- Yes, a short one-scene episode. Anything I believe we could have added would have simply detracted. In fact that episode required only tiny edits from the original. Thank you also for noting the nits. Your keen and timely eye allowed me to repair them.

Wolf- Thank you. Buffy doesn't know from the Main Quest of course. She delivered the amulet because the Emperor and Barus were nice to her. She stormed out on Jauffre because he was unkind to her. Simple Buffy doctrine, even though she hasn't sorted that out yet. She seems to do things for (or against) people, not causes. The events of the Main Quest will go on around Buffy at a glacial pace. She will play minor, but important supporting roles. This is Buffy's first book. The Oblivion Crisis will be nowhere near resolved in her first book. As far as Savlian. . . he's a hero for sure, but Buffy doesn't fully understand the myriad unfamiliar emotions inspired atop that hill.

treydog- I'm so delighted to have you back with us. Thank you for the kind words and I hope you will continue catching up. We are introducing several new features into BF 2.0 that I hope you will enjoy.

Zalphon- I'm glad you liked the description of Kvatch. I really tried to do justice to what Buffy experienced atop that mountain.



Gently swaying golden grasses, and birds cheerfully winging overhead, marked the day as we leisurely made our way along the beautiful Gold Road. The morning sun warmed my back as we rode. Cresting a small rise, I sat up very tall (well, for me anyway) in the saddle, and looked at the rolling hills of the Gold Coast as the land before us sloped down to our destination.

I could see the distinctive red tile roofs on the towers, castle and buildings of Anvil. The city looked just like the painting that Carandial had brought back from a meeting of Ayleid ruin researchers in Anvil before I joined the guild. I wondered if I could meet the artist, Astia Inventius, while I was here.

The Gold Road had been quiet this morning. The one wolf that challenged us was no match for Superian's burst of speed. The mare could now sense my will. In fact sometimes, she made the best choice for us before I could even think of it. Frankly, she was better at quickly reacting to surprises than I. As we drew closer, the breeze carried the smell of the Abecean Sea. What a beautiful land this was! I was excited to finally be approaching the port city of Dibella, and anxious to earn my final endorsement for the Arcane University.

A drifting cloud darkened my excitement. I winced as I remembered there would be no recommendation from my guild mates that had perished in Kvatch. Only one mage had survived and she was distraught to near speechlessness. Had I arrived there a few days earlier, I probably would have been among the dead mages when the city was overrun. Savlian Matius had said that even most of those who got out of their homes and guilds were just run down and killed in the streets. I couldn't help but feel convicted by a sense of guilt; here I was, with the magnificent Gold Coast spread before me like a banquet of life.

I cheered up some as the beautiful white horses came into view. Within a few minutes, I had introduced myself and Superian to the Redguard couple who ran the Horse Whisperer Stables. Ernest knew horses, but seemed less than enthusiastic about his work. His wife Clesa however, displayed both knowledge and passion for the animals.

The Anvil mages guild was more elegant than some, friendly and well-kept. I met several of the mages and settled in. There would be time later for whatever might be involved in earning that final recommendation. After removing my dusty Arena raiment, I tugged on a pair of laced leather pants and selected a white peasant blouse that would let the warm sun dance across the tops of my shoulders. I then set out to tour the city.

I marveled at the wide streets paved with brick. Anvil was not as rich or fancy as Skingrad, but lovely nevertheless, with plenty of invitingly open spaces and park benches. People seemed relaxed here, just milling about enjoying this perfect day. A tall spire rose from the Chapel of Dibella. Further along the main street I passed the smithy and, what looked to be a fine inn.

Outside the west walls was the port area, charming in its own way with the sounds of the sea ever present. One of the several docked ships was being unloaded by a mixture of crew and dock workers. I was unsure if their stares made me feel kind of attractive, or perhaps more like a morsel of venison.

The boardwalk, with its shops and taverns was flanked to the south by Castle Anvil. I watched an Imperial as she painted the lighthouse that marked the northern end of the port. Sure enough, her name was Astia Inventius and she was pleased to hear that one of her paintings graced my guild hall. Beyond the tall, whitewashed beacon to arriving ships was open beach.

As I stood in the sand and looked out over the Abecean Sea, I felt very small. The only other time I had stared across a body of water unable to see the distant shore was when I visited the Serpent Stone in the Black Marsh, and had slipped down to Topal Bay for a bath. An idea popped into my head. I trotted back through the city to the stables.

A short time later, after riding along the north wall of the city, I was back on the beach. Superian's head bounced and her nostrils fluttered at the exhilarating sea breeze. I wanted to just enjoy the view from her saddle, but she was not content to simply allow the waves to lap at her hooves. We raced along the beach, showering the air behind us.

Her need for speed quenched for the moment, I slid to the sand. We had been working hard at developing the bond between us and our growing skill at using magic together. Placing my hand upon her shoulder, I silently asked her to stay where she was. I then backed away until I was near the lighthouse and she had grown small. Focusing on Superian, I imagined our thoughts traversing the distance between us and our spirits intertwining. After a moment, she bobbed her head and I was rewarded to see her return my gaze. I alerted her that a spell was coming. She understood, and the magicka that trailed from my fingertips was no surprise when it simply illuminated her in a soft glow for a few seconds.

I waited for her to look away, then wordlessly asked her to join me. She raced to my side. I made sure she was fully stopped before I hugged her. Several bounces to the ground requiring healing, had taught me to curb my premature exuberance with the powerful mare. Unsheathing my knife, I reached into my pack for an apple. "We're both getting better, aren't we?" After giving her the last slice, I took to the saddle again.

The sun was low now. Mesmerized, I watched as eventually it melted into the sea. "Acadian, do you know what kind of sound the sun makes when it touches the water?" The paladin didn't know either, but I could sense he enjoyed the sight as much as I. "Well, we better find out what's involved with this last recommendation." I patted the mare's neck. "Superian, let's get you back to the barn for the night."

Carahil had been assigned head of the Anvil guild when the former chapter magister was promoted to Arch Mage. "Unlike some mage guilds, we take our work seriously here." The attractive elf was well-dressed in a gown of black with burgundy trim, and stood almost two heads taller than I. Her blond hair was elegantly styled up off her shoulders such that it showed off her long neck and gracefully curved Altmer ears. She continued in pleasant, but measured tones, "No insignificant errand tasks here, Associate. The Arch Mage has asked for my assistance regarding what seems to be a rogue mage. Magic is serious business, and we take a dim view of those who would abuse its power."

Carahil went on to explain that I was to help two battlemages investigate the deaths of several traveling merchants along the Gold Road near Anvil. Posing as a merchant myself, my task was to attempt to draw out the killer. The only clue known about the mage was that he seemed to favor ice magic when dispatching his victims. The battlemage, Arielle Jurard would contact me at the inn I had passed approaching Anvil earlier that day.

The next morning, after fortifying myself with strawberries, a sweet roll and a mug of apple-berry juice, I grabbed some carrots and emerged from the guild. Squinting against the sun, I made my way to the stables to check on Superian. "Not this trip, girl," I said as she crunched the carrots. "Only one of us needs to be used as bait." After a final stroke to the mare's long nose, I proceeded along the Gold Road on foot. Despite the boots, laced leather pants and a burgundy blouse, I felt naked without my bow. Trying to look as 'merchanty' as I could, I made my way to the Brina Cross Inn without incident.

"Pssst!" The beautiful dark haired Breton wearing a simple brown blouse tucked into a tan skirt whispered, "Carahil sent you, did she not?" This was obviously my contact, Arielle Jurard. She continued in hushed tones, "Speak to Christophe, rent a room for the night and meet me upstairs. If anyone asks, you are a traveling merchant. Say nothing more." She ceased her whispering and declared quite loudly to me, "Why, um, no, traveler. I'm sorry. I don't know the way to Cheydinhal."

I rented a room from Christophe as instructed, then headed for the stairs.

"Excuse me," the Altmer in blue velvet towered over me, "but did I overhear you telling Christophe you're a traveling merchant?"

"Why, yes I am," I said.

"I'm Caminalda. I've been so frightened, with the recent murders. I haven't left the inn for days!"

It angered me that some rogue mage could intimidate innocent travelers into hiding inside an inn. I wanted to reassure Caminalda that help was forthcoming, but I remembered Arielle's instructions. I simply nodded and continued up to my room. I was soon joined by the battlemage. After introductions, I said, "What do we know thus far?"

"Little more than Carahil was able to tell you I'm afraid," Arielle began. "Tomorrow morning, depart the inn and proceed east along the Gold Road. A fellow battlemage and I will travel near you, but quietly out of sight. Make no attempt to contact us."

"I'll be unarmed. Merchants don't carry bows." I smiled nervously to mask my concern. "If attacked, all I really have to help is a few weak spells, and these." I held up the three scrolls of frost resistance Carahil had given me.

"If that happens, defend yourself as best you can." She frowned as she looked at the scrolls. "My advice on those, Associate, is to leave them in your pack. I doubt your enemy will stop to allow you time to read those things. Better to fight than read." Arielle then smiled and placed her hand upon my shoulder. "Look, I know you're nervous. We'll be close by, Buffy, and quickly rush in to take care of things. Now get a good night's sleep. You'll need it."

It seems that I have a slightly different view of merchants than you do, but your vision works well for this recommendation.

I see you took into consideration my suggestions for the half-halt method of alerting Superian to pending magic. I'm very delighted to see how well she is adjusting to things. As the bond between her and Buffy grows, the half-halt will become subconscious and fleeting, and will cost both of them very little time. :twirl: (too bad we don't have my favorite emoticon from Bethsoft here!)

I loved how Buffy pondered the difference between Anvil and ruined Kvatch. It is quite the alarming difference. There is a spot on the Gold Road where you can see both cities at once: if you stand on the boulder at the south side of the Gold Road where the road starts to dip down to Gottshaw Inn (heading west from the Kvatch road), you can see Anvil on one side and the Kvatch massif on the other. Talk about a sobering contrast!

The Gold Coast is one of my favorite areas in Cyrodill because of its open sky and brilliant sunlight. The developers have done a wonderful job capturing the feel of each of the different provinces. I always imagine New Orleans when I go to Leyawiin. Bruma makes me think of Norway and the fjords. Chorrol makes me think of the northern Rockies (around Glacier National Park). Cheydinhal puts me in mind of Bavaria and the Black Forest, while Skingrad makes me think of the Mosel and Rhine valleys. Anvil makes me think of Sicily. I keep looking for black olives when I'm there! I think you have captured the change in topography well in this chapter.

Another outstanding chapter!

Some very good world-building in your rich descriptions of Anvil, and especially its harbor and the beach. Likewise, I see you integrating h.e.o.'s observations on horse-training as well. That too, makes the relationship between Buffy and Superian sing.


I sat up very tall (well, for me anyway) in the saddle
This was simply delightful!


I was unsure if their stares made me feel kind of attractive, or perhaps more like a morsel of venison.
Now this is often just what a woman feels. Well done!


@h.e.o. Skingrad always makes me think of Eastern Europe, from the tall, narrow peaks on the towers and the other architecture. Malbork Castle in Poland

If I were to spend the next month reading nothing except for tales of Buffy and Superian bonding I would consider it time well spent. The beach, the half-halt (thank you for that, haute), and the subtle use of both magic and intuition were all expertly realized and described.


What a perfect question to ask after a day spent frolicking on the beach! I imagine the answer might be ‘a gentle sigh’.

Now Buffy has to face down a rogue mage, without her bow. Bring it on!

This is going to be interesting

Great chapter there, quite relaxed with the beach but while developing the relationship between Buffy and Superian. And now the Anvil recommendation which is my favourite.

I enjoyed your description of Anvil, I've never been sure why I don't like the place because it seems fine but I've always thought there's something odd there...

But going without any weapons? That's a bit rash Buffy, I'm fascinated to find out how this goes.

You have done a great job in capturing the feel of (in my opinion) one of the best places in cyrodiil, the contrast between kvatch and anvil and the effect of the kvatch devastation on everyone's favourite Bosmeri. I can't wait to see how the recommendation plays out.

Chapter 13 introduced Buffy to Anvil. To earn her final University recommendation, she agreed to help track down a rogue mage who was preying on traveling merchants. Her assignment is to act as bait.

Rider- Your comment about merchants really made me think. I wish now that we had put more critical thinking into Buffy's disguise. Many ideas spring to mind, and Buffy is clever enough that she could have come up with them had I not let her down. I appreciate you causing me to examine my thinking, and am confident it will pay dividends in the future. Thank you!

Buffy and I are loving the richer role that Superian is playing in BF 2.0. You and Paint have been so wonderful at helping me move towards the elusive balance of reality and fantasy that we are striving for. A mystic mare with her mystic archer.

SubRosa- Anvil is a joy to describe, as it is so beautiful. Yup, poor Buffy, just an attractive morsel of venison - thank you so much for your endorsement of her feelings.

Destri- Buffy's efforts with her mare pay some dividends in the next story. Thank you, my friend.

Zalphon- Thanks. I hope you find her encounter in the next episode interesting.

Olen- Thank you. Anvil does invoke kind of an Ahhhh. . . sense of relaxation and well-being for Buffy and I. I hope you enjoy how Buffy tries to survive her recommendation.

hazmick- Thank you. Buffy's visit to Kvatch was dominated by the Oblivion gate and the brave defenders against it of course. The power and focus of that scene did not allow glimpsing into the effects of the city's devastation at the time. My intent was at the beginning of this past episode, to begin to paint the effects of Kvatch's destruction on Buffy and others. The situation at Kvatch will weave in and out of her story for a very, very long time.



Early the following morning, I stepped from the Brina Cross Inn and started walking east. The gray day without a trace of breeze was ominous, made more so by the fact that I was mere bait for a murderous mage. I was bedecked with the trappings of a traveling merchant. My hope was that the trio of silk pouches containing pebbles that dangled from my full pack would suggest I carried gems and other valuable merchandise.

I felt vulnerable without the comforting weight of bow and quiver upon my back, and began to second guess my disguise. I had never encountered a merchant wielding a bow, but perhaps I should have decorated my hip with a dagger - just for looks. Traveling the roads unarmed probably meant that I was either a dangerous mage that didn't need a weapon or a young and foolish girl. The truth of course was that I was a young and foolish mage that refused to learn how to use a dagger. I wasn't strong enough to do much damage with a blade anyway. Buffy! Stop daydreaming when you're supposed to be trying to walk into a trap.

I caught the occasional reassuring glimpse of blue hoods, as the two battlemages faded in and out of the brush alongside the Gold Road. They were, of course, my primary defense.

Suddenly, a figure entered the road ahead from my left and started running towards me. As the blue velvet gown quickly approached, I was relieved to see a familiar face, but concerned for her safety. "Caminalda, it's not safe to be traveling alone. That murdering highwayman has still not been -"

"Silence, tree hugger!" The Altmer's face had twisted into an ugly sneer. "I hope you carry more of value than the last few merchants." A menacing blue glow formed in her hand.

I was flustered, but didn't have time to curse the fact that I'd been expecting a snarling man, not the pretty elf that had timidly introduced herself to me the day prior. The green magic that would free my dancing cobra was just beginning to grow bright in my hand when Caminalda released her spell. The column of frost tore into the flesh of my left side, spinning me around, fizzling my spell and forcing my mouth open into a scream. Stunned and reeling from the pain, I turned towards her again to see the terrifying blue glow reforming in her hand.

My panic response took over and I managed to quickly wrap myself in the safety of invisibility. Despite the agony from my wound, I quietly slipped to my right. Her spell flew through the empty space I had just vacated and exploded the bark of a nearby tree into icy shards. I managed to circle behind her. To my horror, Caminalda spiked the air with a burst of pink magicka that was well-familiar to me. "You can't hide from me, little one." Her poison-laced words oozed the confident knowledge that her skills vastly exceeded mine.

Where were those battlemages?!?

As she began scanning the area, no doubt for my pink glow, I surrendered my invisibility and launched a weak fireball into the mage's back. I was staggering now, and didn't know how much longer the pain would allow me to stay on my feet. My mind raced aimlessly, unable to focus on my next spell.

Suddenly, Caminalda jerked violently as she was lit up by a bolt of lightning that came from the thick brush to her left. Before the crackling sparks that danced from her spasming limbs could subside, a massive ball of flame flew past me and engulfed the mage, bursting her gown and hair aflame. It was Caminalda's turn to scream. The heavily armored battlemages raced in after their spells, and quickly silenced the mage with flashing blades.

By the time I could smell Caminalda's burning flesh my vision had narrowed, grown devoid of color, then gone black. I grabbed the frozen wound on my side as I felt myself falling.

*

A wood elf surrounded by a beautiful white glow was floating, motionless in an otherwise black void. Her hair was blon. . . it was me! Was I dead? I started to panic; what would happen to Superian? The light surrendered to complete darkness, but now I could feel a small, cool hand on my forehead. I tried to form the question, 'Mother?' but no sound came. I could sense Acadian's familiar presence, and tried to speak again. This time I could feel my lips move, and hear the words as they drifted to my ears. "Did you die with me?"

"You're not dead, Associate. Open your eyes." I did so, and the concerned face of Arielle Jurard appeared. "Welcome back. We almost lost you."

"How. . . long?" I moaned as my head began to clear.

"Almost an hour, judging by the sun." Her deep brown eyes were as gentle as those of a doe tending her fawn as she cradled my head. "Roliand cast a very powerful healing spell to bring you back, but there was some serious damage done, and the area around your wound will be sore for a few days. I want you to return to the inn with us to rest for a time."

As I painfully tried to get up, Roliand quickly knelt beside Arielle, restrained me with a hand to my shoulder and commanded, "No." The quiet Imperial then gently lifted me into his arms as effortlessly as if I were a twig, and carried me to the inn.

After resting the afternoon and night, I felt more able to travel. Arielle gave me one of her spare brown blouses to replace my tattered burgundy one. "Thank you both for healing me. I think I can make it back to Anvil now. You and Roliand were beautiful to watch. I've never seen magic used like that. . . I mean, with weapons."

Roliand answered my smile. "It is the way of battlemages. You did well though, young elf, displaying courage and ingenuity."

Arielle added, "Ironically, the invisibility spell you cast not only saved your life, but also delayed our intervention. We had to wait until you reappeared to ensure you would not be hit by our spells."

Both battlemages offered me their hands. "Good luck at the University, Buffy. Roliand and I hope to see you again."

Once outside the inn, I winced as I realized I had overstated my fitness to travel.

Grasping the small pouch containing a lock of black mane, I focused on my mare. "Superian, I need you." The distance between our spirits evaporated. I could feel the water trailing from her mouth as she suddenly lifted her head from the trough at the Horse Whisperer Stables. She heard me, and knew what was coming. I stared at the Brina Cross Inn mark on the map before me, then stabbed it with a finger.

Superian instantly appeared at my side. I was relieved to see she was more curious than unsettled. By giving her some warning, I was learning to ease the disorientation caused by the Call of Corsair. "Sorry to interrupt your drink of - ow!" I grasped my side.

Responding to my pain, she nudged me gently with her nose, then stood quietly as I used the fence rails to assist my climb up to her saddle. We slowly rode back to Anvil. A bowgirl without a bow, trying to trade spells with a real mage. How dumb had that been?

A good ending to a good part, it displays her weakness and yet agin shows her becoming a bit overconfident and getting stung, though I suspect that she will fail to learn from this one too...


The dry humour is so Buffy, it rounds her character making her not all bubbles but with some cynicism underneath.

The inclusion of Haute's forewarning of the horse fits well too and adds to the unusual realism and 'gameiness' this piece has. Superian is becoming quite an important character in Buffy's development too.

My only semi-nit would be that using 'absent' as a preposition, while technically corrent, read a bit strangely. It might be just an accent thing but here it's rather pretentious to use it as such and so didn't fit Buffy's monologue for me...

Wonderful chapter, showcasing Buffy's vulnerability and youth at the same time highlighting her innate ability to learn from her mistakes and to respond to unexpected events. I am glad that Superian is handling the Call of Corsair so well.

BTW, I forgot to mention that the airplane was the first thing that came to mind when I first read of the Call of Corsair. It is one of my favorite of the WWII fighter planes, and so unique in its wing design (one of the things that makes it so recognizable). It was also my favorite thing (up alongside Robert Conrad) in the TV series!

Traveling the roads unarmed probably meant that I was either a dangerous mage that didn't need a weapon or a young and foolish girl. The truth of course was that I was a young and foolish mage that refused to learn how to use a dagger.
I loved this! and of course the next sentence that Olen already highlighted.

Excellent depiction of the magic battle. We see an intelligent use of spells by both sides (which never happens in the game), and wonderful descriptions of the actual effects.

A wood elf surrounded by a beautiful white glow was floating, motionless in an otherwise black void. Her hair was blon. . . it was me!
This is of course, so Buffy!

5 You Hear Voices Too?

I loved the way the chapter started “in the middle” and then wove into the past and the present. Nicely done.

Dagail’s recognition of Acadian was one of those “of course” moments. She hears spirits and has done for many years- a wonderful bit of world-building.

And the previously quoted passage about sleeping in full armor and weaponry- or not sleeping at all. That was so deliciously “Buffy,” showing us that she is NOT a puppet or automaton.

And we see Buffy beginning to consciously articulate her doctrine.

6 Superian

Buffy’s level-headed solution to the Cheydinhal recommendation quest was perfect. Instead of a futile struggle to retrieve the ring- which is just a red-herring (or a black, soul-sucking murder weapon)- she figures murder is the purview of the Guild and the guards. Clever elf!

The highlight, of course, is the meeting and beginning of the bonding with Superian. Those paragraphs are some of your best, as I found myself completely “in the moment” throughout.

7 Vilverin

Buffy’s moment of hubris, quickly followed by the rattle of bones gave me a shiver!

And then her reflexive “trigger-pulling” even after the skeleton is dead (more dead? un-undead? inarticulated?) Like none of us have ever done that before!

The scene of her frustration and fear was absolutely brilliant. Sad to say that hard lessons often involve pain and suffering, things our sheltered Bosmer is only beginning to discover. And the segue into her growing understanding of Acadian’s nature also rings true.

And then, excellent writer that you are, you relieve our tension with a brief conversation about Buffy’s- um---habit of relieving her tension:

"Ever since I was a little girl, sometimes when I get really frightened and surprised at the same time I, well, you know." Then I added, "That really needs to stay just between us."
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The moral dilemma of shooting from ambush was quite well-described. How do you KNOW that the person lurking in that room is evil? Maybe, as Buffy surmises, he is a victim in need of aid… This is another moment where you- and Buffy- show the power of ambiguity.

“Then it really hit me - clothes! Every girl needs extra clothes, and they would stay nice and dry in there. I mean, I only carry four pairs of shoes and just half dozen or so outfits and a rain robe with hood, but the weight does sort of add up. Especially including my leathers, and oh yes, that fur cuirass I found to wear up north.”

I had to stifle a guffaw here (reading at work again!)

As to Detect Life detecting- unlife?- I follow SubRosa’s concept. There is an animating force that was used to create the skeleton- zombie- etc. It is a rather stunted or contained (soul gem?) version of the life force. In Morrowind, one type of undead (Bonelords) actually drop soul gems when they are destroyed.

8 Water… um, yeah

"If you want me to choose loyalties between a rogue mage with a bad attitude or my guild, you lose," I snapped angrily. "That book is the property of the Mages Guild now."

Now that is the Buffy we love. Despite the issues she has uncovered within the Guild, they have stil earned her loyalty. Earana is just some random annoyance on the street.

The waterfalls and pools at Black Rock Caverns are a favorite spot of mine, as well.

“I was sure Acadian had probably placed some blue mark on my map. I hadn't looked, and right now, didn't care. The map could wait.”

Sometimes an elf just needs a few moments to herself- especially when there is a forest pool nearby.

The meeting with Jauffre and “You’re not the boss of me,” another near-miss involving beverages and computer screen….

Perhaps it is partly an effect of reading several chapters at a sitting, but this moment of relaxation really “fits” perfectly. Our young elf has been run from pillar to post, and she needs the time to reflect and enjoy the beauties of nature.

9 Ride Fast and Shoot Straight

Your description of Buffy’s anger and vengefulness, followed by her doubts, illustrates why this is such good story-telling. She is young and still forming her value system- but if you want a slow, painful death- fool with Superian.

10 You Don’t Look Like a Mage

Some excellent archery lessons here. And I recall commenting previously on Buffy noticing the goblins’ red blood and pointed ears….

The 2.0 version shows a lot of growth- in the character and her co-pilot. You have wonderful, clear descriptions that provide enough information without slowing the pace. Besides lessons in archery, these chapters could be used to provide lessons in character development.

Sinderion is a prime example of the above- he is charming, curious, absent-minded… Excellent characterization. And I also loved the Call of Corsair bit of history as an explanation for fast-travel.

11 Bleak Flats Cave

I enjoyed the description of Buffy out in the wilderness, gathering ingredients and contemplating their properties. Alchemy is one of my favorite aspects of TES, and I have sometimes forced myself to create characters that do not use it- just to get a different experience.

Buffy’s learning about the undead progresses- now with extra rotting zombies.

“…I went about the gruesome task of cutting into the twice dead flesh to free my arrows.”

Besides the “ewww” factor, there was something about that sentence that I liked.

"Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"

Got to love that Buffy attitude!

You capture Erthor’s babbling perfectly, and Buffy’s musings on life-companions and what to wear made a wonderful conclusion to this episode.

12 The Heart of a Lion

A wonderfully described chapter. Your economy of words is perfect for this turning point in Buffy’s life- as is the fact that she seems unaware that a turning point has been reached….

13 The Traveling Merchant

Beautiful descriptions of one of the most picturesque places in all of TES IV. And Arielle’s advice regarding scrolls in combat matches my own attitude. I can just see a scholarly mage telling the highwayman:

“Hang on a sec, just let me find this…” as he sorts through a bulging bag of scrolls.

14 It Is the Way of Battlemages

As others have pointed out, Buffy’s reverie- and stern admonition to herself to cut it out- are such a delight.

Acadian, you are under strict instructions not to let this elf die! She has too much more to do- and to tell us about.

This was my favorite chapter so far. Buffy admonishing herself to pay attention so that she could walk into the trap was the sort of deadpan humor that we have come to expect from her. I also liked the concern for Caminalda’s safety which, as is usual with Buffy, trumped any cautionary instinct.


I had the exact same question at the exact same time! The answer that Arielle gives Buffy later made me do yet another facepalm. Duh! Invisible!!


Not ‘oh no, I’m dead!’ or ‘where’s the guy with the sickle?!?’ it’s ‘what would happen to the horse?’. Classic Buffy!

Would you stop "almost" dying. Darn you!

I can feel her pain.

My heart skipped a beat there, i echo my fellow readers and ask that Buffy be more careful in the future i really enjoyed the description of the magic and the description of the effects of magic on the character, usually when playing the game, my character just gets hit by magic and moves on and this chapter has brought me to thinking that being hit by a fireball may have more effect on the character than the primary health drop. Keep up the good work

What? No Imperial Guard to cut the two murdering Battlemages down?? That quest always has me in stitches... Bad, bad battlemages cutting down an innocent highwaym... errr... woman..... err.... mage... I'm confused now.
Nice one Acadian!

Chapter 14 saw Buffy outclassed in a mage fight for her life. She survived however, and limped back towards Anvil to hopefully claim her final University recommendation.

Olen- Buffy is quite fragile, and getting hit even once is very dangerous for her. Thank you for the comment on forewarning Superian. At the risk of sounding immodest, I loved the fact that Buffy could 'feel' water trailing from Superian's mouth as the mare lifted her head from the trough several miles away. I agree with you on use of the word 'absent' in this case, and changed it. Buffy will become more sophisticated in her speech once she gets herself an arcane education.

Rider- Thank you for the kind comments. Acadian Sr tells me his fellow Corsair pilots referred to the indigo aircraft as the 'bent wing monster'.

SubRosa- Thank you. It was you that suggested such a long time ago that perhaps some of Buffy's magically inclined foes might know how to use detect life too. Can you believe it? I managed to write a combat scene without pulling a bowstring!

treydog- I'm absolutely delighted that you have caught up with us. It was so wonderful to read your delicious comments on the preceding chapters. I admire your own style so much, that the compliments coming from you truly made our week. With 500 hours together, the little glass cannon has yet to die in game, so I promise to continue to help keep her alive.

Destri- I'm really honored that you like this chapter so much! I so appreciate you highlighting some of the things I was trying to do here.

Zalphon- Ok, Buffy says she will try to stay out of fights for awhile. In fact, I think she will be forced to loiter in the beautiful port city of Dibella for a time.

MyCat- Buffy took a direct hit of ice from a very powerful mage. It will take multiple healing sessions over several more days to fully recover.

hazmick- Thank you for the kind words on our use of magical effects. I think we can keep Buffy out of danger for several episodes now.

Remko- I have never had that quest interrupted by a patrolling Legion Rider, but I have heard that it can get very interesting/confusing. Thanks!



"Welcome back, Associate," Carahil stated as she lowered the Biography of Barenziah. "I was visited by Arielle and Roliand yesterday while you were recuperating at the Brina Cross Inn. You have acquitted yourself well. I shall mention your brave service in my reports to both Lady Anvil and the Council of Mages. The headmaster of the Arcane University will also receive my endorsement supporting your admission." She allowed a smile. "I understand this is your final recommendation, so congratulations are in order."

"Thank you," I said, grateful that I had survived my encounter along the Gold Road. "I look forward to my time at the University."

"First things first. Lift your blouse." It was not a request. Carahil frowned as she examined the black, blue and burgundy area around the frost wound on my left side. After applying her fingertips to assess my condition, she announced, "Roliand is a fine field healer, and you may thank him for saving your life. The wound will heal, but I'm afraid we need to do something to prevent scarring. Hold still." She placed a hand on my wound, and bathed the area in soothing white magic.

I looked down at my side. "Carahil, that does look much better."

"We're not done yet, Buffy. The Anvil guild is charged with specializing in restoration, and I make it my business to ensure we're the best healers in Cyrodiil. That includes the oft overlooked area of cosmetic healing. It will take several more daily treatments, but you will not leave here until your wound is completely healed and you are free of scars. Is that understood?"

Part of me chafed at being ordered about, but I realized it was for my own good. In fact, Kud-Ei probably would have given me the same orders. I nodded.

For several days, I lingered in Anvil.

Every morning Carahil convened a short meeting and training session with her assembled mages as we enjoyed strawberries, sweet rolls and apple-berry juice. She was a brilliant instructor and taught many of the classes herself. The guild head also required her mages to take their turns at presenting lessons. After one of the meetings, she pulled me aside. "Buffy, I want you to teach tomorrow's class."

My eyes flew open wide. "What can I possibly tell these mages? I. . . I don't even feel like a real mage."

"Is that so?" The Altmer cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, as my own eyes settled towards the floor. "You have earned the recommendations from seven guilds, yet have learned nothing from your travels that you consider worthy of sharing with us? My sources tell me otherwise."

"Your sources?" My eyes popped back up to hers.

"I've read the investigation of Kalthar's death prepared by the assistant magister of the Leyawiin branch. In it, Agata describes an interesting magic you used to dispatch the traitorous mage. Why do you think I selected you to assist Roliand and Arielle? Speaking of battlemages, those two inform me that you arrived at the Brina Cross Inn on foot, but departed by horse." Her right eyebrow remained elevated.

"Oh," I said, "those are special powers I learned in my travels. They allow me to-"

Carahil silenced me with an upraised hand and a knowing smile. "Don't tell me. Tell your fellow mages in the morning. I don't care which topic you choose. While under this roof, you're one of my mages. As such, I am interested in expanding your abilities. I want you to develop the capability to teach and share what you know. It is a skill every mage should possess."

"Well, I guess I could explain about my Cobra Dance power."

Carahil's face illuminated into a warm smile as she looked down at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I think our mages would love to hear about that, Buffy."

The next morning, helped along by some gentle questions from Carahil and the other mages, I survived my brief turn at the podium. I'm not sure how much anyone learned from me, but the ordeal certainly improved my self-confidence. I began to suspect that was the guild head's objective anyway.

Carahil had not overstated her talent as a healer either. Each day, her gentle hands worked their magic as the horrible frost burns on my side continued to fade. "It won't be long now, Buffy." Carahil allowed a rare chuckle. "I'll not have my friend Kud-Ei accuse me of releasing you from my charge in less than perfect condition."

There was time also to enjoy the beautiful town and beaches. The smithy had repaired my Arena raiment to like new. Norbert Lelles' general store on the waterfront was a treasure trove of exotic things delivered to the port from faraway lands. Superian's exercise had suffered while I was lame, but I spent time grooming her every day and was gradually returning to riding longer and faster.

One morning after Carahil's meeting, I was on my way out to the stables to check on Superian. I paused as I approached the massive twin wooden doors that protected the city. A pair of men's voices could be heard coming from just outside the gate.

"The shipmaster, Heinrich Oaken-Hull, has a wood elf for a wife. I'd rather sleep with my horse."

The other voice snorted and responded, "Heinrich is married to a Bosmer? I suppose the women are less annoying than the men."

I tugged one of the heavy wooden doors open enough to emerge on the other side. A flash of color sprang to the young Imperial faces of the two guards. "Ahem," said one, his tone now all business, "I stand relieved then. Have a quiet watch, Audeius."

The other guard responded, "Thanks. Get some rest. Perhaps the cook still has some biscuits and boar sausage left in the guard house." His face still somewhat reddened, he then looked down at me and spoke, "Hail, citizen. Where are you bound this morning?"

"Well, Audeius," I placed my hands behind my back and leaned forward coyly, "I wouldn't want to annoy you or anything, but I thought I would stop by the stables." Managing to suppress a giggle, I then wheeled off towards the corral, tossing words over my shoulder. "I want to make sure no one was trying to sleep with my mare last night."

By the time the shadows of the city towers were short, we were leisurely riding along the beach. "Superian, am I annoying? Not that I'm interested in those Imperials, but it is kind of hurtful to hear them say they would rather sleep with a horse - no offense of course." Getting no answer from the mare, I sought another opinion. "Acadian, do you think Imperials find me unattractive?" Quite a ways from the harbor now, we turned and slowly started back towards Anvil. "Why do I ask?" I drew Superian to a stop and watched the sun dance across the Abacean waves. "Well, do you remember the guard captain at Kvatch? He's an Imperial. . . oh, I don't know what I'm thinking. Let's head home."

After that afternoon's healing session, Carahil inspected the site of my wound and announced, "There's no trace of scarring or discoloration. You're fit to travel."

"Carahil, why does that make me feel both happy and sad?"

She returned my bittersweet smile. "I shall miss you too, Buffy. You've been a joy to have in my guild."

"I will leave the morning after tomorrow then," I quickly added with a grin, "if that's ok with you."

She nodded. I wrapped my arms around her waist. After a moment, the Altmer lowered her chin to the top of my head and gently returned my hug.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon up in the sleeping quarters, surrounded by a daunting array of essentials, as I began to organize my pack for travel. Eventually, hunger drove me downstairs.

One of the Journeymen had somehow managed to tame an imp that he kept as a companion. I had been curious since first seeing the domesticated little creature. I joined the imp and his master for dinner in the guild's dining room.

"Congratulations, Buffy." Thaurron cut a small piece of roast boar and held it up without looking, as if a practiced habit. The imp hovering nearby deftly grabbed the meat and popped it into his small mouth. "I'm sure you'll enjoy your time at the University." The mer had a square face and unlined forehead that rose to meet a sharp widow's peak of hair that was the color of our morning sweet rolls. His head was bookended by large pointed ears like mine, but his hairstyle made no attempt to minimize them.

"Thank you Thaurron." The bowl of crab stew was too hot, so I lowered my spoon. "I must tell you, I'm fascinated by your imp." After filling the silver goblet in front of me with Tamika's, I took a sip of the wonderfully fruity wine.

"Oh, Sparky?" the wood elf chuckled, his small eyes dancing with pride. "It's a family talent. You should enjoy meeting my brother, Thernd. He keeps half a dozen or more working imps. Uses them to patrol the Valley of Horses, just below the gate to the Arcane University." Thaurron examined the piece of potato his fork had just stabbed, then donated it to the lurking imp. "Therned runs the stables there, you see."

"The University has its own stables?" I chirped. "Oh, how wonderful! I've been worried about how best look after my mare while studying there."

"Thernd always was more comfortable with animals than people." Thaurron's face briefly disappeared behind a large mug of ale. After wiping the froth from his mouth and issuing a gentle burp, he continued. "The boar is wonderful tonight. How's your stew?"

I gently blew across a hot spoonful as I lifted it to my lips. Nodding my verdict, I prompted, "Tell me more about the stables."

"When we were students there, Thernd spent more time with his horse than his arcane education." The Bosmer tore off a piece of bread for himself and pushed the loaf my way. "He hated the fact that the Chestnut Handy Stables were so far from the University. After the horses of a couple students went missing there, he discontinued his studies and opened his own stables just for mages. Equestria, he calls it. You won't find a nicer place to board your horse."

"That sounds perfect." I plucked a small piece of crab from my stew. "May I?"

Thaurron smiled and nodded.

I held up the morsel to Sparky, and he hovered over to snatch it from my fingers. "Does he like strawberries?"

I have a feeling at this rate the different mages guild chapters will be fighting to have Buffy in their midst

An all new chapter I see, and it starts with Carahil wanting Buffy to lift her blouse! Hot!

Awww, she only healed Buffy.

Bufffy got to give a lecture? It is Professor Buffy now! I was expecting her to teach the others how to do her Call of the Corsair.

And finally a bit of racism at our poor wood elf. I like how you tied her mulling that over with her thoughts about Savlian.

Sparky and Thaurron were cool. Nice to see a male Bosmer who is not annoying! Plus the whole idea of having an imp for a pet is just so neat.

So I believe this means that the next time we see Buffy, she will be wearing a brand new green bag courtesy of Raminus Polus?


nits
Part of me chaffed at being ordered
I think you wanted chafed.


Not that I'm interested those Imperials
I think Buffy was so out of sorts from the Imperial's racism that she missed some words. Should it have been:
Not that I'm interested in what those Imperials think

I present this to finally and permanently squash any idea that you aren’t good at plotting in Buffy's story. In one brief paragraph you tell us that Agata still handles the mundane tasks in Leyawiin, Carahill is extremely well-informed in guild matters and put a great deal of thought into sending Buffy to the Brina Cross Inn, and that Buffy’s Cobra’s Dance and Call of Corsair are so out of the ordinary that experienced battlemages feel the need to comment on them, which also marks Buffy’s admirable growth as a mage. I'd say that's quite a bit for what is essentially four lines!

Your Carahill is the one that the game should have given us! Now we see how and why she was able to dispatch Lorgren Benirus. In your capable hands the Anvil branch truly shines. I thought that the last chapter was my favorite so far, I may have to re-evaluate!

Mwah, Buffy! Good shot, girrrl!

I loved this chapter. It seems you and I have the same ideas about Carahil too. Guess great minds really do think alike!

Loved the little tidbits here and there, like Norbert getting his goods from overseas, and the comments about Oaken-Hull's wife, and Thaurron's adorable Sparky.

The trouble with trying to sleep with a Mare
is that, frequently, people will ... Stare
For what you're trying to do there
Simply isn't big enough for her to feel square
So since your dong cant be that long -
AND - face it - you really aren't that strong
Don't even try it - it won't even tickle
And if she gets annoyed, you'll be in a pretty pickle!!!

A good rest part to show her in Anvil and to develop the mages there. Carahil was well developed as how a guild head should be, her having Buffy give a lecture was an inspired idea and really showed who she is, as well as showing that Buffy isn't so inexperianced as she was.

I do wonder what she will amke of the arcane university though.

I've found that one element of this story continually strikes me: the strictly in-game setting. In general, I don't particularly like this approach to stories, because they usually come off as flat, but I've found Buffy to be rather endearing as a character. There's also the fact that by basing your story in the game's reality (a reality that includes its share of oddities), you've managed to provide a rather humorous commentary on the game's quirks. I mean that in the most complimentary way, and it's one of the reasons that I think your story works.

For instance, in the first chapter where Buffy and her friend are trying to steal apples, the shopkeeper goes a bit berserk. I mean, it's only two apples, and he's going to club someone to death over it? Good grief, but that's what can happen in the actual game. As such, the fact that you point out how unbelievable that is through Buffy provides a critique of the game's mechanics, at least to me. Whether it's intentional or not, I really enjoy this aspect of your writing, and I look forward to seeing more of it.

Keep writing!

I am trying to catch up, Buffy, Destri, Hauti, and Remko - you all have posted so many chapters since I was last on here that it will take a while to catch up - just letting you know "I'm on it!" Lol.

brilliant, you have portrayed Carahil in a different light than the somber altmer I usually find in the guild hall.

I can imagine those two imperials red faces, Audeius will think twice about racism in the future I hope, lest Buffy come back to Anvil.

well done with this chapter, i hope there are many, many more.

Sorry to go over the old stuff but I just have to!!!!

13 - I loved Buffy and Superian down on the Anvil coastline and along the beach. A beautiful piece of imagery there. What is it about Buffy and water?? That girl must have spent her childhood living in the treehouse for waaay too long.

14 - You pulled out a classic there. Buffy dressed as a travelling merchant!!! The image of a 90 year old gypsy woman came straight to my mind, bent over with her whole caravan weighing down upon her back. Sorry brother, but your awesome tale does strange things to me.

15 - "It's a family talent. You should enjoy meeting my brother, Thernd. He keeps half a dozen or more working imps. Uses them to patrol the Valley of Horses, just below the gate to the Arcane University."

Wow!! That is incredible. Why did nobody think of this earlier??

In Chapter 15, Buffy was corralled for a few days of recuperation after successfully completing her final University recommendation for the Anvil guild. Fully healed now, she seems ready to report to the Arcane University.

Remko- Buffy would never leave her primary guild in Bravil, however she was quite taken by the gruff, but wise and caring leadership of Carahil.

SubRosa- As ever it seems, you affirm so much of what I'm trying to do. Your memory for detail is astounding, my friend. The next episode could certainly have been named 'The Green Bag', but with apologies to Jean M. Auel, I couldn't resist a different name. Thanks for pointing out those nits so I could fix them.

Destri- Thank you for the kind words on our plotting. If I'm getting better, it is because this time Buffy is sitting on my shoulder asking pointed questions like 'why would I do that?' or 'how would he know that?' Perhaps I am learning. Yes, Carahil just exuded competence to us.

Rider- This was Buffy's first encounter with someone picking on her race. I was proud that she was able to respond with humor, despite having her self-confidence weakened. I know that Julian and Buffy like Kud-Ei. I'm delighted to hear that it sounds like Julian will like Carahil as well. I had fun trying to 'show' Carahil without having Buffy 'tell' us about her. Sparky! The impish little scenesetter for the upcoming story. You, of course will recognize where the next episode got its name.

Foxy- Buffy has had a couple of lovely touches of prose written for her by our friends here, but she is fairly bouncing and prancing that you have written a poem for her! She was quite tickled by the picklish subject. Thank you!

Olen- I'm so glad that Carahil's 'tough love' came through with an emphasis on what a fine leader she is. Next stop, Arcane University.

Ornomint- Thank you so much for the kind words! Yes, Buffy does indeed stick close to the physics of Nirn instead of earth for her tactics and skills. This is because there has always been an aspect of 'how to play a mystic archer' in her stories. Now that the rather linear tutorial and University recommendations are complete, we will begin to see that her penchant for sticking close to game tactics does not apply to game NPCs or quests. She is not averse to modifying or even inventing quests/NPCs.

I hope there is a slight tongue in cheek aspect to her story (after all, with a name like 'Buffy'… ).

mALX- A hearty welcome back to you! Please don't feel rushed. I know you are a great friend of Buffy, and that you will catch up as you can.

hazmik- If there is something to like in someone, Buffy can often worm it out of them - so it was with Carahil. Beneath the somberness, she found a wonderful caring leader. Thanks for appreciating Buffy's response to the Imperials' comments on Bosmer.

Wolf- Thank you! Yep, Buffy loves the water and fell right in love with the beach at Anvil. She's just glad she survived that mage fight with Caminalda. I'm glad you like the concept for the Valley of Horses - Buffy's next stop!




The Legion soldier I met along the massive bridge had told me how to get to here. Once the endless stone connection between Weye and Imperial Isle finally ended, Superian and I had made our way south past the ships, warehouses and shanties of the Waterfront port until we now stood on the banks of Lake Rumare, staring east into the Valley of Horses. Thaurron had described it, but I was unprepared for the beauty of the sight before us.

Nearby, an old paint mare was placidly drinking where gentle waves licked the shore. Further up the valley I could see a beautiful chestnut gelding grazing peacefully. Several imps slowly drifted across the valley on leathery wings. Superian's ears perked forward and I felt her muscles ripple beneath me as she saw the small sentries, but after glancing at the other unconcerned horses, she relaxed.

A filly, younger than Superian and full of energy, pranced along the beach towards the southern edge of the valley's boundary. One of the watchful imps fluttered to a stop in front of her with a show of sparks. The filly apparently decided to heed the guardian and turned with a snort. She raced back into the safety of the valley, the sun dancing across her glossy black coat. With tail raised high, she circled the grazing gelding, trying to entice him into chasing her.

Superian and I slowly made our way along the valley floor. Deliciously tall grass waved gently in the breeze. Ahead and high above us, I could see a stone bridge spanning the gorge between the city and the walled spires of the Arcane University. A large barn and several smaller structures came into view underneath the shade cast by the bridge. Just past the buildings, a gated sturdy fence severed the east valley from the west. Beyond the fence, I could see a bay stallion sniffing the air.

Superian and I drew to a stop in front of what appeared to be the office for the stables. Adorning the front of the building was an ornately carved wooden sign. Its whimsically painted purple and white letters proclaimed the name, 'Equestria'. Beneath the sign, in a chair propped against the building, a Bosmer eyed Superian. Slipping the pipe stem from his mouth, he slowly rose to his feet. "She's a beauty, that one. Looks fast too. Got a name?"

"Superian, and my name's Buffy. You must be Thernd?"

"Aye, that I am. The name fits her." The Bosmer set his pipe on the wooden chair and approached calmly, offering himself for inspection. Despite the well-worn leather boots and simple work clothes, he looked like an older version of his brother, with the same kind and sparkling brown eyes. Superian lowered her head curiously to the elf, and seemed to accept him. Without protest from the mare, he gently stroked her nose with callused hands, then glanced up at me. "Be ye a new student here to learn some magicks?"

"Yes. Your brother Thaurron said you have a way with animals, and it seems Superian agrees. I'm hoping to board her here during my time at the University."

Thernd chuckled. "Thaurron? Does he still have that useless house imp that eats table scraps and does nothing to earn its keep?" I nodded with a grin. He swept his arm around the valley, indicating the small winged sentries. "Now there be some working imps. Pity the varmint that strays into the valley to molest these horses. Aye, Buffy, ye may consider Superian enrolled at Equestria."

"That sounds perfect. I think she'll love it here."

"I intend to see that she does, Lass. Now slip down from that beautiful animal and let's step inside to talk about her care and mundane matters of the purse. Then I'll send ye up the foot path aside the bridge to the gates of the University. Ye'll be looking for Headmaster Raminus Polus once ye passes muster with the battlemage on duty."

*

"I have received recommendations from the guild halls throughout Cyrodiil. You have done very well for yourself. You may now enter the University. As a full-fledged member of the Mage's Guild, I also promote you to Apprentice." Raminus Polus smiled broadly as he gave me the robes indicating my new rank. "Try them on after you find yourself a place to store your things and a bed in the living quarters. Come find me in my office as soon as you settle in and we'll talk about your program of studies."

I left the ornate lobby and proceeded deeper into the University until I found the crowded mage quarters. After claiming an unused bunk and sea chest, I tried on my new green robes. Moving a small looking glass up and down in front of me, I frowned. Oh Buffy, this will never do. I looked like an elf in a green bag. I put my bow and quiver on my back. They caught in the folds. Then the baggy sleeves got in the way when I tried to grab an arrow. Finally, when I walked I almost tripped over the hem. Well, maybe it would get better. I put my bow, quiver and other stuff away. What had I gotten into? I headed out to find the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, now the real work can begin." If Raminus thought I looked silly in my green bag, it was to his credit that he didn't say so. He gestured towards a chair and folded his hands on the desktop in front of him. "What do you hope to accomplish at the University, Buffy?"

Obediently, I sat, then tried to arrange the excess green material that was attempting to swallow me as I composed my thoughts. "Well, Master Wizard," I began, trying to sound older than I was, "I'm an archer. I want to study magic so I can be a better archer. I hope to see the signs of my enemies before they can see me. I want to be able to confuse or even incapacitate them so I have the time and distance to shoot my bow. Most of all, I want to be able to make a powerful magic bow."

Raminus looked up slightly over my head at the wall behind me. Deeply in thought, he rubbed his chin for a few moments. Then his eyes met mine again. "I think I understand. Normally, I would recommend you start by having a mages staff made that reflects your style. Given your aptitude and preference for bows however, let's forego that." He continued, "There are several sections of the University that support different aspects of magic, ranging from the study of arcane texts to alchemy, enchanting and, of course, spellcrafting. In addition, there are instructors who lecture on topics of their expertise."

Raminus paused and lifted a silver cup to his lips. The Imperial had handsome features and a pleasant manner. His dark hair was laced with streaks of gray. Like all round ears, he would have a short life span, and I estimated his to be over half complete. The simple robes did not look like a blue bag on him at all. He gestured at a tray with silver decanter and cups, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. I smiled politely and shook my head as he continued, "Key to your course of studies however, is an advisor. These are experienced members of the staff whose expertise relates to the goals of the students they mentor. Given your, ah, unique aspirations, I would like you to report to Boderi Farano. She is a battlemage, and you will find her in the Mystic Archives. She will be your advisor."

He glanced at the small stained glass window, then rose to his feet. "It is getting late though. You should rest after your long trip."

*

"Good morning, Buffy." The mer had smooth blue-green skin, piercing red eyes and black upswept hair. Her small and gracefully curved ears rose to delicate points. "I'm Boderi. Raminus told me what you hope to achieve here, and has selected me as your advisor. I think I can help you. I'm familiar with the elegant but lethal synergies that one can create by augmenting conventional weaponry with magic. No two mages are alike. Do not let anyone try to convince you that wearing a robe and slinging fireballs is the only path for a mage. Do you have any questions before we begin crafting your path?"

Instantly I liked Boderi, and not just because I envied her ears. I looked at her brown blouse and linen skirt. Then I looked at where my hands would be if not hidden somewhere inside my sleeves. "Do I have to wear this green bag?"

Boderi chuckled and her eyes sparkled. "No, child. You may wear whatever you please."

I felt much better. Boderi then informed me that our first step would be the testing and evaluation of my abilities. I would start as soon as I got out of that green bag.

And so my arcane education began.

Ah, our Buffy!!! Always thinking of her trousseau...that's our Buffy all right...after all, if she didn't worry about what to wear and what she was wearing, she wouldn't be Buffy!!!