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‘Hands the size of dinner plates' is a wonderfully visual image, and why do I have the feeling that Buffy’s kindness will be ‘remembered’ often?

I wonder what Shobob would say if he found out what happened to the child he saved from Lord Lovidicus. And is there anything more in keeping with her character than Buffy thinking that the ogres are ‘majestic’ simply because they didn’t try to rip her face off?

In Chapter 37, Buffy earned the favor of the Daedric Prince, Malacath. She was rewarded with the massive warhammer, Volendrung - a weapon she lacked the strength to lift. Rejecting the notion of trying to carry it in her magic bag, Buffy bestowed the hammer upon one of Malacath's followers, due to the chivalry and kindness he showed her.

Foxy- Only through Buffy's eyes, do I now begin to grasp the impact it tends to have on women when men write poetry for them. Even if it does rightfully tease her about her temper. Thank you.

Rider- Buffy was quite taken by her 'rescue' and offer of help from Shobob. Of course, if she was as wise as wonderful Julian, her mouth would not have generated the rescue requirement in the first place. The Gray Prince will play a small role in this book. We plan a much larger role for him in book two. At some point in book 3, we do expect Buffy the Slayer to visit Crowhaven. So many stories, so little time.

SubRosa- I hope you don't take it wrong, but Buffy was actually a little relieved to realize that she wasn't the only young wood elf with a temper problem. Here's hoping that both Teresa and Buffy learn to manage it better with time - at least Buffy doesn't have that red hair working against her! See the Agronak comments I made to our lovely Rider. Thank you for the thoughtful compliments on some of our phrasing.

mALX- Oh noes! Our pritty kitty Maxical has more than enough stalkers for any girl! (mALX of course is talking about how sometimes Drad's guards can stalk your character.) Thank you!

Zalphon- As the followers of Malacath like to say, "People think we're evil. Do I look evil?" Buffy thought freeing those ogres was a good thing. Thanks!

Linara- Thank you! Buffy loves pretty things she can wear or use. She is not real interested in lugging loot around to sell for cash. Again, she was very touched by the 'rescue' afforded her by Shobob.

treydog- Think before she speaks? As I alluded to wise SubRosa, I'm just glad she does not have Athynae's red hair to aggravate things. Seeing the ogres through Buffy's eyes was magical for me. She loved their power and majesty - like that of her black mare. I suspect it is a fascination with things she does not possess herself. Envy? In an odd way, somewhat like admiring the statuesque beauty of her friend Ardaline. She has no clue that most ogres are hostile; she will mention this in the future, at a dinner party with Countess Leyawiin.

Destri- 'Hands like dinner plates' - thank you. That was inspired by friend treydog's describing the hands of his Nordic smith as like shovels. The ogres were kind to Buffy; that's all she asks for of anyone. I know that if they didn’t try to rip her face off, she would find your Tsaesci majestic. I know I do.




Well-rested and provisioned, Superian and I left Gottshaw Inn before dawn and headed east.

As we approached a fork in the Gold Road, Superian sensed my indecisive turmoil and drew to a stop. To our right, the road continued toward Skingrad. To our left, the trail narrowed and wound its way up towards Kvatch.

On our trip west to Malacath's Shrine, we had taken a northern route via Chorrol, then west along the Hammerfell border. Once reaching its headwaters, we had followed the Brenna River almost to the Abecean Sea. The route was interestingly different, and enabled me to plot several new discoveries on my map. My creative navigation had also conveniently bypassed the decision I now faced.

Before departing the Gold Coast however, I had needed to stop in Anvil for provisions. It therefore made sense to plan a more southerly route for our return trip east. We had traveled easily from Anvil to Gottshaw Inn on the first day. I figured about four more days to Bravil, then we could restock our supplies and continue south to Sheogorath's Shrine. Of course, all of that assumed I could ride past Kvatch.

An Imperial Legion rider now slowly approached from the Kvatch encampment. As his bay came closer, he glanced over his shoulder at the first promise of daylight on the eastern horizon and extinguished his torch. "Hail, citizen."

"Good morning, brave soldier. My name's Buffy."

The Imperial drew his horse to a stop next to us and gently tapped a closed gauntlet to his chest. "Falcedon Laenius. How may I be of service, Buffy?"

"Well met, Falcedon." I lifted my arm towards Kvatch. "I take it from your grim expression that the Oblivion Gate up there is still open?"

"Yes," the hazel eyes studied me, "and I take it from the concern on your face that your question is not one of idle gossip. Fear not, citiz- I mean, Buffy; you are safe from Daedra along the Gold Road. The guard force of Kvatch may be thinly manned, but they still hold their ground."

I winced. "They must be exhausted."

"Aye." Falcedon's bay gelding stood quietly. Aside from a snort or two, the old war horse ignored the curious nudges of my young mare. "Their numbers are less than a dozen, but they are well-led. The flow of Daedra from that infernal gate has slowed. The defenders are able to man the barricade in shifts now."

I frowned. "Why does the Legion not send an army to close that gate? I truly don't think the cursed thing is going to burn out all on its own."

The Imperial averted his gaze to study the pommel of his saddle. "I'm merely a soldier who rides my assigned patrol." His eyes then returned to mine, reflecting deep concern. "Emperors have been assassinated before, but this time it's different. Can't you feel it? We are a Legion without a leader. Unrest grows throughout Tamriel. The bulk of our forces are now assigned to the outlying provinces. There is talk that some of them are plotting to break away. Why even now, several of Skyrim's Nordic clans have defiantly announced their independence."

One corner of the soldier's mouth lifted into a brief smile that failed to completely dislodge the concern from his eyes. "Take hope, Buffy. Once the provinces feel the steel of our resolve to hold the Empire together, I expect the Legion will be able to send forces to Kvatch's aid."

I frowned, but accepted his explanation; I too had heard the rumors of unrest.

"I was up there," I said, "at that flaming portal I mean, quite some time ago. Captain Matius told me to stay away until the gate was closed. Can you tell me if he is well?" My eyes pleaded with Falcedon's as I held my breath.

"If you mean does he live, yes."

I closed my eyes briefly. Thank you, Mara.

The soldier continued, "In fact, I expect Captain Matius is the strength that holds the remnants of the city together. His advice is wise, young elf, and I urge you to heed it. Kvatch does not need more mouths to feed or citizens to protect. Stay on the Gold Road." He clicked twice, and the hooves of his bay slowly resumed their westward march.

I turned in the saddle and said to the back of his iron cuirass, "Thank you, Falcedon, for the news."

A gauntleted hand raised to acknowledge my words.

My eyes turned again to the fork in the road before me. I had promised Savlian Matius I would return. He had even asked me to - but he also clearly said after all this was over. The Legion rider was right that Kvatch didn't need visitors to deal with.

If I did turn left up that hill, what would I do? What would I find? I was probably being silly to think Savlian would even remember my visit, much less have any feelings for me. He certainly had much more important things to deal with than a silly wood elf.

And what of my own feelings? I didn't understand them myself. I knew almost nothing of Savlian except his bravery and passion for Kvatch. Was I simply drawn to the idea of a hero? Perhaps I was imagining what I wished to see. Could there be any room in that heart of a lion for a small, skittish elf? What if he just sent me away again? Or. . . what if I discovered that I wanted to stay?

I stared down at my fingers, as they absently twirled a strand of Superian's mane. I was hoping she would pick my path for me, just as she had made the decision to stop here. The mare stood quietly. "You're not going to help me at all, are you," I stated. She flicked her ears, but made no move to continue.

"Acadian, what should I -" I closed my mouth then, after a moment, opened it again. "No, don't answer that. Superian is right. I know you will both come with me, be it left or right. This is a decision I have to make though."

The sun was fully in my eyes, and Superian was impatiently pawing the ground and tossing her head before I reluctantly coaxed her to the right. We resumed our journey east along the Gold Road. "Someday, Savlian Matius," I whispered, "someday, I will return like I promised."


As most of you know, Buffy asked me for, and received, a cosmetic makeover quite some time ago. It included her delicately proportioned (ok, skrawny) body by BAB, new outfits, richer eye color, improved facial textures and a wide variety of hairstyles she can now choose from. All of this was provided of course by the wonderful cosmetic artistry boutiques found on the west coast in LA (Lower Anvil). Not surprisingly, Buffy has been pestering me about a makeover for her precious black mare. I thought the above story would be the ideal opportunity to introduce Superian's new look:

From Buffy's scrapbook:

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Woo Hoo on Superian's makeover - and the chapter! Matias is never far from her mind, poor Buffy!

I can see Buffy moving from being a spectator to being a woman of considered action here. Part of her longs to see Matius again (and Buffy, I completely understand the attraction to the man - I can't help stop in at Kvatch every time I go by just to say hello to him in the ruined Castle). But part of her recognizes that he has enough on his plate to worry about without her presence adding to his stress levels! The fact that the wise part of her triumphs over the clueless blond part of her shows that Buffy is an incredible woman of significant courage and strength.

And you've turned Superian into a Brunk-bred Morgan! The Brunks of Springfield, Illinois bred some of the best Morgans in the country in the early part of the last century, and Morgans of their bloodlines still carry the gene for silver/bronze manes and tails. My friend in Minnesota has several descendants, most of which have either silver or bronze strands in their locks. Lovely horses, all of them.

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Buffy’s indecisiveness over whether to go to Kvatch or not shows her wonderfully appealing vulnerability.
And your explanation for why the Legion has not sent any aid also makes sense.



That is just such a perfect paragraph.

And horses ( and dogs) are great listeners- but they don’t seem willing to provide any advice.

Loved the ending, as well.

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I have a feeling one of your edits caught you here. Should that be “his gaze?”

Should she or should she not go to Kvatch?
I think that Buffy has sufficiently analyzed the Oblivion out of that question! I think that the correct answer would be ‘yes’, to whichever path she had chosen.

The conversation with Falcedon shed some much needed light on why no one seems to be rushing to Kvatch’s aid. I have a feeling that Ocato and the rest of the Elder Council are, like Savlian Matius, undermanned and holding a makeshift barricade against the vast numbers arrayed against them. Maybe Buffy should take some food, water, and blankets to White Gold Tower!

Love the screenshots! Especially the third one. That poison is positioned perfectly on the saddle.

Now that was a lovely piece of internal dialogue by Buffy, as she went over everything in her mind. Her natural doubts and insecurities really make her come to life as a real, breathing person.

Also some nice explaining of why the Legion is not closing the gate. Not to mention that Matius and company are holding the gate. Giving our Buffster the time to sort some other things out before it is indeed time for her to fulfill her vow to return.

And the new look to Superian is quite lovely!

That. But also, poor Savlian Matius. I've always been rather fond of him myself, the unlucky bloke, and you write him so well that its a shame not to see him this time around. Well, one day Buffy will feel ready, I hope. Savlian needs it.
Nell

Doubts, insecurities, confidence...Buffy I really like your autobiography. But who is this Acadian people speak about?

Chapter 38 found Buffy torn between continuing her eastbound journey from the Gold Coast, or turning up into the Kvatch encampment. A Legion rider gave her some news on the continuing siege of Kvatch. Ultimately, Buffy decided her presence would likely hinder more than help at this point. Reluctantly, she bypassed Kvatch and continued east, vowing someday to return.

All- Thank you for the warm acceptance and encouragement on Superian's makeover. The mare really has become such a big part of Buffy's life.

mALX- Yes, that darn gate and her hero with a headband do seem to pop into Buffy's mind a lot. If this first book of Buffy's had a title, it would be 'Do You Know the Way to Kvatch?' Thank you!

Rider- Where is that darn *twirl* emoticon? Such kind words about Buffy's rumination and growth! Thank you! What beautiful photos you graced us with of those beautiful horses! Although not necessarily my intent, I am delighted that Superian resembles them somewhat!

treydog- As is so often the case, your words are like a soothing potion; especially on episodes where Buffy wrestles with big decisions. I must admit that it is Buffy's vulnerability much more than her skills that keeps me firmly entwined about that tiny little finger of hers. Thank you also for the nit, so I could repair it.

Destri- Yes, few can analyze, justify, rationalize, ruminate and confuse themselves like Buffy - and then do what she feels like anyway! She claims a young lady's prerogative to do so of course. Admittedly, having that gate (and only that gate) just sit there until Buffy gets ready to deal with it is not exactly realistic, but we are trying to work with it, since it is so central to her story. It would make sense to me that the Legion could be very busy as the outlying provinces exploit what they might perceive as an opportunity to be free of Imperial rule.

SubRosa- Thank you for the kind words on Buffy's internal dialogue, and my efforts to give her the time she needs to hone her skills up to where she could actually assist with something as terrifying as an Oblivion Gate.

Linara- Thank you! I'm so glad that you like Savlian Matius. I have always felt that when it comes to a noble selfless hero, he is the gritty real deal. I was so pleased to see that Buffy seems to feel the same way, with the added bonus that perhaps he makes her toes curl, lol. To Buffy, the word patient is two four letter words strung together. . . so, I suspect she may not heed the counsel to avoid turning up toward Kvatch the next time she passes near.

Zalphon- That Buffy lives, breathes and dwarfs the role of Acadian for you is music to our ears. Thanks!




Dogs, engulfed in fire, illuminated the night sky as they plummeted from the stars. "NOOO!" I screamed. Their howls of tortured pain only ceased as they thudded to their deaths on the hard dirt and cobblestones in the heart of Borderwatch.

I ran past several Khajiit that scurried through the town, as they yowled in fear. From over my shoulder came the words, "The K'Sharra has come true! We are doomed!"

Oh, Dear Mara, what have I done? I raced from the center of town into the eastern tree line.

With the light of burning dogs behind me and my eyes streaming tears, I couldn't see as I crashed and scrambled through the forest. Thorns jumped from the underbrush and punished me as they tore through cloth and buckskin into elfskin. My frantic rush continued, until I tripped in the darkness and tumbled downhill.

My short journey ended suddenly as I slammed into something that did not yield like the tree branches that had whipped me along the way. I found myself in a pile on the ground, with stars and lights flickering inside my head. I could no longer hear the yowling and howling. The sky was again dark, save for a few stars that managed to pierce the cloudy night.

I staggered to my feet, leaning against whatever had stopped me.

My heart was pounding, I was panting and my lungs felt as if they were on fire from my race through the forest; I was quick and agile, but had little endurance. Raising a fist above my head, I released a white glow into the night that soothed my injuries as it settled over me. The brief illumination revealed that the last portion of my head-over-boots journey had been abruptly ended by the wall of a house or building of some sort. After another healing spell, I lit a torch and looked around.

I breathed a sigh of relief to see Superian inside the barn at Water's Edge, where I had left her. Her tack, along with my bow and quiver were still safely staged on racks in the corner. She tossed her head as I limped over and dropped my torch on the ground. I clung to the mare and sobbed into her mane, "what am I going to do, girl? I've destroyed a peaceful village."

The approaching light of another torch and a soft Bretonic voice announced that we were not alone. "Buffy, is that you?"

I released Superian and turned. The gentle face was full of concern and framed by honey blond hair. "Yes, Biene. I'm sorry if I frightened you." I picked up my torch.

Biene Amelion lifted her own torch higher and peered at me. "I heard a small thump against the back of my house and came out to see if Superian was all right." She was in nightclothes, but wielded a short sword. "Look at you! You're all cut up." She gestured towards the house with the tip of her blade. "Inside, now. Let's get you cleaned up and you can tell me what happened."

I rubbed Superian's long nose, then limped behind the Breton as she led me into her home.

Biene helped tug off my boots, then my torn and bloody clothes. She heated water, and gently dabbed the blood from my many cuts and scrapes.

I now wore a clean oversize tunic that she had helped pull over my head. My trembling had stopped and my hands were wrapped around a warm cup of tea as I sat across a small table from my hostess. I had relayed some of my tale to her.

"When you asked us to watch your horse for you, I wish you had told me you were running off to carry out the whims of Sheogorath." Biene added some healing potion to my tea. "I was up at his shrine once. Even his followers are half-dressed lunatics. What good did you possibly think could come from it?"

"I guess I didn't really think it through," I said. "I mean, I've done tasks for Daedra Lords before. They were good things - righting wrongs."

"I'm not buying it, Buffy. We're just simple sheep herders here, but we know animals. Even I can recognize the stable markings on your beautiful saddle as being from Equestria. That place is up in the Imperial City and only accepts the horses of mages. So, I figure you're a mage. Probably a graduate of the Arcane University as well, and too smart to fall for Sheogorath's craziness.

I nodded and squirmed as I lowered my eyes from her sharp gaze and raised eyebrow. "Well, I must admit that I've grown to quite fancy the mystery and excitement of earning the artifacts they give with their favor."

"Well it seems that my poor Khajiit neighbors in Borderwatch have paid for your greed."

I glanced up to see that her gaze had not softened. "You're right, Biene. I should have known Sheogorath was no good, as soon as he threatened to make me fall in love with a cloud or eat my own fingers. It seemed like a harmless practical joke at first."

Biene rose, poured us some more tea and returned to her seat. "Drink," she said. "Look, I only just met you a couple days ago, but like I said, we know animals here. I can see from her condition, the loving care you lavish on that mare of yours. I don't think you're a selfish elf by nature, and I believe you're justifiably ashamed of your actions. I'm a good listener if you want to talk about it."

"Stealing the cheese hadn't seemed so bad," I began. "I mean it was just rats that got hurt. I should have stopped there, after I saw how concerned those Khajiit became when one of their prophecies was fulfilled." I swallowed hard and continued, "I managed to talk myself into causing the second prophecy of the K'Sharra too. I figured they could eat the dead sheep and buy more livestock. If only I had known what Sheogorath had planned. . . . I can still hear the tortured yelps and howls of those dogs. The poor Khajiit are convinced their town is doomed now."

"Biene," I continued as I met her gaze, "I've killed Khajiit before, either bandits or highwaymen who would accost my mare and I - and I don't regret it one bit. This is different though; Borderwatch welcomed and trusted me, and I betrayed them. I'm ashamed of myself and I don't know how to fix it." I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. Lowering my eyes, I watched as it gently plopped into my tea cup, causing tiny circles to ripple.

The Breton covered my hand with hers. "We all do things we regret. The best we can hope for is to learn from our mistakes."

I nodded sadly. "Well, I sure learned from this one. I will never again just stupidly just do what some Daedra Lord says. Thank you, Biene. I do feel a little better. I surely will give that Sheogorath a piece of my mind when I go back to see him. Do you think there is anything we can do to help those poor Khajiit?"

"Well, it's too late for that tonight," replied Biene. "You'll sleep here. I have a spare bed, and your company is welcome. Father is up in the Imperial City, no doubt gambling our savings away. Tomorrow morning, we'll see if we can't undo some of your damage."

Excellent work I would like to hear Buffy's adventures in Arena, Daggerfall, Morrowind, and TES V

Poor Miss Buff. She may have just realized that if you have to rationalize your actions - you probably shouldn't be doing them...Poor Buffy !!!!

I love the way you portrayed Biene in this, that is exactly how I picture her being. I hate the quest that takes her from the game.

as they tore through cloth and buckskin into elfskin
An excellent phrase!

Poor Buffy. Sheogorath really burst her bubble about the fun and excitement of Daedric quests. To think that as they go, his is one of the less evil ones too! Now she has to live with the guilt of what she has done. Not an easy thing. I am wondering what she might do next? Go back to Borderwatch and try to patch things up with the Khajiit? It probably would not go well for her if she explained to them that it was all just a practical joke.

Also, a very nice touch by including Biene Amelion in the episode. Once again you have taken that extra step of taking characters we know from the game and putting them in places we are not used to seeing them. I also liked your characterization of her, and the emphasis you placed on her natural knowledge of animals.

To be honest the Sheogorath quest is one I haven't done, mostly because I don't ever go near Borderwatch, but I have read about it, and I like Buffy's take on it. Most people don't really think about how truly frightened the Khajiit are afterwards, and what will happen. Now what will Buffy do with her new staff?

That was a hard lesson, but one Buffy had to learn. Good on Biene for being honest in her criticism- and her caring. The worst things we do are the hurts we bring to others, the ones we instantly regret but can never take back. It would be easy to be angry with our blonde Bosmer… but to let anger dictate our feelings would be to fall into the same trap she did. Instead, the lesson I take away is to remember that she is still very young and can still be misled. She did a terrible thing- but she is not a terrible person. She is still our Buffy.

Poor Buffy?! How about a little love for the poor rats and sheep that had to die so that Buffy could get the Wabbajack?! I know her own sympathy is reserved for the dogs, but those rats and sheep deserved better! Having said all that, I always do this quest with every character I have ever made . . . even the cleric. So, yes, I am not one to judge.

The idea of Buffy relating her story to the sympathetic ear of the lovely Biene Amelion (who remains the single biggest reason why I refuse to finish the Fighter’s Guild) is spot on. Biene's reaction to and honesty with Buffy was more than welcome. Here at last we see an image of Buffy in which her rationalizations sound hollow even to her own ears. I hope we see more chapters like this in the future.

Acadian, what can I say? I've read all the story, and couldn't stop reading it to post anything.

For more praise, see what I wrote to sub'Rosa, every bit of that applies to you and buffy.

In Chapter 39, Buffy dealt with her shame and regret caused by helping Sheogorath play a cruel trick on the Khajiit of Borderwatch. She seems interested in attempting to make amends for the damage she has caused.

Zalphon- Thank you. Buffy has so much to accomplish in Cyrodiil, but we do have adventures in Skyrim and Valenwood planned for the distant future. She is intrigued of course by Morrowind. After others have scouted TES V, I imagine she might be traveling there at some point as well. My goodness; we have to get the poor girl ready to deal with Kvatch first - given how much she has to learn and her short attention span, that will take all of Book 1. So many stories, so little time.

mALX- You nailed it! Buffy has done things that others might question or condemn, but this is the first big thing she has done that she is ashamed of. Knowing the proximity of Waters Edge from Borderwatch, I couldn't resist introducing Biene for a minor role.

SubRosa- Thank you. After Azura, Meridia and Malacath, Buffy had lulled herself into sort of trusting these Daedra Lords. Sheo burst her bubble. She will try to patch things up, but alas, the damage is done. The harsh lesson will not be wasted on her though. Nevertheless, it will take one more of these shrines after Sheo before Buffy drops the 'material girl' motivation for them and begins to realize the deeper reason she is drawn to them.

Linara- What would Buffy would like to do with that staff, indeed! She'd like to find Sheo and stick it up his crazy . . . oh, well that is probably very unwise - even for Buffy.

treydog- You are so right, my friend. She is young and can be misled. Isn't it ironic that sometimes it takes unfortunate events like this one to learn how not to be misled? I expect Buffy will remember what she learns here. As Kud-Ei told her: "The wisdom is quite attractive on you, but I hope the scars will fade." *sigh* I hope so too, Buffy.

Destri- Yes! Buffy ran into something that she was able to rationalize her way into, but even she can't rationalize her way out of. I am grateful for the straight talk from gentle Biene. I'm pleased that you, like mALX, enjoy Biene in the game. She is a wonderful NPC among so many in Cyrodiil.

Doommeister- What a pleasure to have you join us from the other forum where Buffy chatters so much about mystic archers! I am humbled by your praise. I did as you asked, checking the kind words you left for both Teresa and Buffy on SubRosa's wonderful thread.

All- It will be a week before I post our next story, as I will be out of town. As several of you know, I routinely embark on a pilgrimage to visit my fellow old war horse, Acadian the Senior. I know such opportunities are limited by the relentless march of advancing years. It is a bittersweet time to talk of old loves called Phantom, Corsair and Skyhawk. I also enjoy hearing him speak of the real Superian - the mare of his father - for he knew her far better than I.



I shook Borderwatch's shaman by the shoulders. The robed Khajiit remained listless as I looked up at his eyes. "Listen, this was not the K'Sharra," I said. "It was a stupid wood elf that stole S'trassa's olroy cheese to summon those rats. I then used your own poison to kill the town's sheep. Ri'Bassa, do you hear what I'm saying? It was me, not prophecy."

There was no acknowledgement in the Khajiit's blank gaze. His words floated flatly into the air above my head, "the end of all things has come." He then turned from me.

I scampered in front of him to block his path. "I know not how to replace the olroy cheese, but if I ever find some, I promise to deliver it here. Look," I pointed toward the six sheep grazing inside the town's enclosure, "I bought sheep from Marie Alouette, the herder at Water's Edge. She and Biene Amelion helped me herd them up here. We cleaned the poison residue from their trough. And see?" I swept my arm around the town, "We carried the poor dogs and dead sheep away from town and burned what remained of them." My eyes pleaded with him.

"The K'Sharra has come true. It's hopeless. Leave while you can." He turned and walked away.

Biene grabbed my arm to stop me from following the shaman.

I watched R'Bassa as he wandered aimlessly about the town like a lost kitten with a broken spirit.

The Breton's grip on my arm eased from one of restraint to one of comfort, but there was no softening the truth in her words. "We've done what we can, Buffy. I hope you will learn from this."

"I will, Biene," I said, blinking back tears. "The head of my guild branch in Bravil told me that wisdom comes from experience - and experience comes from bad judgment. Never again will I allow myself to be blindly seduced by the whims of a Daedra Lord."

*

"Good times!" Sheogorath's voice was a perverted mixture of good cheer, laced with cruelty. It now echoed in the small clearing. "I hope you had as much fun as I did. Here, take this. It's a fun little toy. Now, go away - before I kill you."

I was too angry to be intimidated. Dropping the staff that had materialized in my grasp, I planted both hands on my hips and glared up at the stone figure. "Now you just listen to me. I trusted you, and look wha-"

"Today must not be Turdas." I wheeled to see one of the Daedra Lord's followers speaking to a tree and gently caressing its smooth bark. The Altmer's golden skin was on full display, save for the fur helmet and iron boots she wore. "You see," she continued as if her logic was obvious to all, "Lord Sheogorath only listens to trees on Turdas - when it's not raining of course. You're only a small tree, but you still must come back on Turdas. Perhaps you can bring imp chips and tea?"

She was right. Sheogorath was gone. I picked up the staff that he had given me. "What kind of foul trickery does this unleash?" I wondered aloud. Perhaps Delmar at the Chironasium could figure it out. Thankful for my magic bag, I slid the staff inside it.

I stared at the shrine, but all I could see in my mind were images of flaming dogs and despondent Khajiit. Rage bubbled up within me. "Oww!" I hobbled a few paces to a bench and sat. Painfully tugging off one boot, I rubbed my foot. That was really smart, Buffy. Did you think kicking a stone statue was going to hurt a Daedric Prince? I guess you really showed him.

Two of Sheogorath's half-dressed crazies bowed to each other, then began to dance. A Nord wearing only a shirt approached, knelt in front of me and tried to lick my sore foot.

"Get away from me!" The venom in my hiss apparently penetrated his insanity, for he scurried away.

A moment later, he stood politely in front of Superian. "Do you have any lettuce? I like lettuce."

The mare flattened her ears, opened her mouth and snaked her neck at the Nord as he quickly jumped back to avoid her bite. He then turned to tap one of the dancers on the shoulder. "The Madgod rejoices! May I cut in?"

Trying to ignore the antics and naked bits of these followers, I quickly drank a potion to ease my self-inflicted foot pain, and pulled on my boot.

"Stop laughing about my foot," I snapped at Acadian. "It hurts! Ok, so this didn't work out so well. Vaermina can't possibly be worse than Sheogorath. Let's go."

Naked...bits? Wait, I need to clean my monitor and keyboard...

I always use Sheogorath's staff as a Daedric artifact to give to Martin.

Buffy returns and tries to set things right as best she can. That is indeed the good heart of our Buffster at work. Only she has learned the hard lesson that some mistakes you can just never put right. You can only learn to live with them, and hopefully not make them again.

Perhaps you can bring imp chips and tea?
Ha! The imp chips raise their ugly head, well, clumps...

Did you think kicking a stone statue was going to hurt a Daedric Prince? I guess you really showed him.
Looks like Buffy and Teresa do have a lot in common!

Vaermina can't possibly be worse than Sheogorath.
Now this is priceless!

I hope you have a good time with the Senior Paladin. You might talk to him about Pappy Vitellus while you are at it!

Buffy has learned that some things cannot be fixed- at least not as easily as they are broken...

Her attempt to make amends is admirable, although she should perhaps have thought before she acted in the first place. And her reaction to Sheo is especially in character for her.

But the lesson has yet to take, as she appears to be heading off to seek out Vaermina. I will not go into one of my long-winded stories here, but suffice to say that a particular blonde male Breton/Nord of my acquaintance had to learn a lesson twice (including a broken nose) before deciding something was a Bad Idea ™.

ETA- Safe journey and safe return. Give our best to Acadian, Sr.

Hi Acadian!
I just registered so I could post here. Nothing but praise for your writing about Buffy. It inspired me to try my own mystic archer which I just started. I know you have a whole story on the bethesda forums already but I'll stick with your re-write on these forums. Looking forward to Buffy's experience with Vaermina's quest, should be good.

The ending of this chapter was pure, classic Buffy. Lamenting a hard lesson learned while charging full out to repeat the circumstance that caused it, all with Acadian's gentle laughter playing about her ears. How can we not love Buffy!?

Best regards to the elder Acadian. Enjoy the time away, my friend. We eagerly await your return.

I like the different details of other characters included in this, E.G. Kud-Ei.

"It was me, not the prophecy"

Oh the poor Khajiit.


How can she say that! Well, this is Buffy after all, but still...

Chapter 40 found our bowgirl, aided by Biene Amelion, attempting to undo some of the damage Buffy had caused to Borderwatch. Alas, she learned a harsh lesson that some things can't be fixed. I expect she has also learned not to simply blindly listen to Daedra Lords. Even plans to unleash her ire on Sheogorath were frustrated by the elusive insanity of the Madgod and his followers.

All- Thanks for the well wishes. It was a good trip and wonderful to see Acadian Sr as the old warrior approaches his 90th winter. He shed some new light on the real Superian (his father's horse). Superian's grandfather was none other than the 1930 Triple Crown winner, Gallant Fox. Although from racing heritage, Superian was a career hunter/jumper and lived from approximately 1940-1965. She was a bay with white accents, and a very spoiled one-man horse - my granddad's precious mare. Apparently, a rather typical thoroughbred; I vividly remember her 'fairly prancing sideways' when being led from her corral.

mALX- Yes, all those naked bits were distracting her. I agree that Sheo's staff can make a good gift to Martin for low level characters - it is of debatable utility and can be had at level 2. Heh, we still get plenty of newer players on the other forum asking: "I gave Azura's Star to Martin! How do I get it back?" When answered, the response is often, "Oh, I'm supposed to keep some old saves in case I need to reload?"

SubRosa- I appreciate the loan of your trademarked imp chips! I haven't quite figured out if they are yummy little snacks crafted by imp chefs to be enjoyed with guar pie dip, or whether they are simply the droppings of the little beasts. I sort of fear the latter; fortunately, around Sheo's followers, such things don't matter I suppose. Buffy was furious when Sheo taunted her then just left, denying her the last word. I can't say I blame her for trying to kick him - although thinking it through a little more might have been more prudent and less painful.

treydog- Thank you. Buffy can be a slow learner, but I bet she won't repeat the mistake of simply blindly listening to Daedra Lords. I believe she has learned not to check her moral compass at the shrine when considering their tasks. Her interest in Daedra Lords goes beyond trinket hunting however (it will be a few chapters before she figures that out though).

Casper 1984- Welcome to Buffy's World! Thank you for the kind words. I am so humbled that she has inspired you to create your own mystic archer. That is one reason we insist on keeping a solid element of 'how to play a mystic archer' in her stories - at least during her formative stages. I agree with you that you are better off to read here than our story on the other forum; this one is quite a bit richer, and benefits from what we have learned from the gentle and supportive guidance of our readers.

Destri- Thank you! Oh my yes. I hope she is learning! I mean. . . I think she is learning. Um, ok, well, maybe she is learning (a little)? Thank you for loving the imperfect, but (usually) well-intentioned bowgirl.

Ginner- Thank you for joining us! Yes, Kud-Ei is a very important source of wisdom for Buffy. Goodness, she needs the help! I have observed that Buffy is often at her best when being used as a vessel to bring out the best in other characters in the game.

Linara- Buffy is beginning to question her 'material girl' motivation for Daedric Shrines. Sheo was a horrible experience for her, with a useless (to Buffy) reward. Surely, Vaermina can't be any worse, can she? Watch the slow development of Buffy's approach/motivation regarding Daedric Shrines - it has been evolving with each one she does. After Vaermina, she will return to the University and indeed ponder what she is doing and what the underlying cause of her fascination with Daedric Shrines is.



I led Superian up the short steep climb from Lake Poppad to Vaermina's Shrine. The cool bath had been a welcome luxury after several days on the road, and my mare had drunk her fill.

"So you return, Bosmer." Aymar Douar seemed to be in charge of Vaermina's followers. The Dunmer wore the brown robes of a monk, and his skin was almost the same color, save for a greenish tinge to his lips and hands. "Did you bring the required offering to Vaermina?"

I nodded as I lowered my pack to the ground and hunted through it. Tar-Meena had been surprised when I asked her to return the black soul gem I had given her from Howling Cave. To her credit however, she understood and accepted my purpose. "Here it is," I said to Aymar.

The Dunmer gestured toward the shrine. Vaermina was depicted as a slender woman in flowing robes. She stood with one hand grasping a staff that rose from the base of her pedestal. I placed my offering at her feet.

"We meet again, mortal, for we have met before, whether you know it or not." Her voice was a musically sinister whisper that filled my head from everywhere and nowhere. "When you mutter in your sleep, you speak to me. When you waken wet with sweat, you've just left my house. I dwell in your dreams; I savor your nightmares. Now, you will serve me. The wizard Arkved has the orb of Vaermina. . . snatched from the dreams of my followers and dragged into the waking world. Travel to his tower and retrieve my orb. Take care though, mortal. In my orb, Arkved has found more than he bargained for."

Although Vaermina was intimidating, I had learned from Sheogorath not to blindly follow the whims of these Daedra Lords and their tasks. I supposed however, that I could look into retrieving a stolen item for Vaermina. Also, it sounded like this wizard-turned-thief might be in trouble. I opened my map. "Aymar, do you know where this tower of Arkved is?"

The Dunmer knelt beside me and indicated a spot just a short distance to the south. I rolled up the map, rose to my feet and glanced towards the sun. "I'll leave now." I turned for Superian.

"Some advice, Bosmer?" Aymer asked.

I stopped, then turned to face him. "I would welcome it."

"Vaermina's sphere is the realm of nightmares and dreams. Be ready to face your fears, for she knows them well."

I nodded, and replied with more confidence than I felt, "Thanks for the warning."

As Superian threaded a path between rocks and trees, we made our way south. Face my fears? I wondered if having to ask Tar-Meena for that black soul gem back had been the first test?

Arkved's Tower resembled an old fort on the surface, and the area was clear of life signs. We passed through an archway in the exterior walls and located the entrance to the tower itself. I slid to the ground. With a farewell pat on Superian's shoulder, I grabbed my bow and tugged opened the heavy wooden door.

I found myself in a hallway, lit by wall sconces. Two pink glows appeared in the distance. I crept through the corridors, punctuated by a pair of chambers, until I neared the life signs. Peeking my head into the doorway ahead, I gasped.

Before me was a room containing two Daedra. One was a small scamp - I had seen them outside the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. I knew they could cast fireballs, but Savlian's men had demonstrated that scamps weren't all that dangerous.

When I looked at the other creature, Aymar's words about facing my nightmares came back to me. The creature moved about with a birdlike manner on two powerful legs, while sharp talons at the end of small forearms clawed the air. A long snout narrowed to a vicious beak. Quite unlike that of a bird of prey however, the beak sported a full complement of dagger-like teeth. The beast's body was covered in the scales of a reptile. A serpentine tail waved behind it, seeming to balance the massive bony shield that crested and ringed the animal's head. I recognized the Daedra as a clannfear, from sketches I had seen in various texts. I figured this must have been a young one however, because it was not much bigger than I.

From what I had read, clannfears were fast, mean and would eat you. My skin crawled and my feet wanted to retreat.

Don't panic, Buffy; you can do this. You are a well-trained mystic archer. Use the tools and knowledge you have. At least I hadn't been seen yet, so I had time to form a plan.

Emerald magicka swirled from my fingertips across the chamber to command the clannfear. By the time he shook his armored head, screeched and charged the scamp, I had draped myself with a shroud of invisibility and was poisoning an arrow.

The clannfear leaped through a fireball cast by the backpedaling scamp, then drove his foe into a wall. The reptile raised his massive head from the extinguished glow of the other Daedra to screech in victory. He then lowered his beak and began tearing pieces from the scamp - and eating them.

I nocked my arrow, hoping desperately that clannfears were not immune to poison. As soon I released the bowstring, I was reaching for a second arrow. The Daedra was stunned as my bow briefly drained his speed. I then saw him blossom into a shade of green as poison flooded his body. Sparks from another of the bow's enchantments arced around the bony shield on his head. He quickly recovered, wheeled and charged - into a second arrow. Blessedly, he fell at my feet. I glanced toward my left hand. "Thank you, Slayer." And this clannfear was a small one?

Considering the speed and ferocity of these nightmarish creatures, I decided I would try to sneak past any more I encountered.

The next level of this tower contained another nightmare: narrow bridges without hand rails suspended over inky blackness. I tried not to look into the disorienting void below as I threaded my way. At least there were no Daedra here to eat me.

As I entered the next door, I found myself in a long corridor. I gulped as I saw several pink glows in the distance, but crept forward. The next chamber had trees growing right out of the stone floors. How could that be? More importantly, it contained a trio of clannfears. Casting a spell, I disappeared and crept past them as I made my way through this level of the tower.

Eventually I came to a room containing giant furniture and a single scamp. I used a poisoned arrow to kill the scamp, then jumped onto a chair and up to a massive dining table. What manner of madness was this? Walking among knives and forks as long as arrows, I could almost bathe in the soup bowls. The wine bottles were taller than I. Knowing how sensitive I was about my height - or rather lack of it - was this another of Vaermina's nightmarish ideas? To make me feel smaller than I already was?

I hopped down from the table, walked past a bed that was big enough to sleep both Superian and I, then entered one of the two doors out of this room.

My heart almost stopped as I found myself standing on a tiny platform staring down at pools of lava far below. As I looked up to see lightning streak across rapidly- moving red clouds, the nightmare Vaermina intended here was clear; the sky was the same as that above the Oblivion Gate at Kvatch. I quickly retreated and tried another door.

Ok, more pink glows. As I approached a chamber with three life signs, I cast my spell and invisibly entered the open doorway. Suspended in the middle of the room was a glowing gem, about the size of a welkynd stone, only black in color. Suddenly it began to glow.

I jumped back and rolled to one side. As the blue bolt of magic flew past, narrowly missing me, I was numbed by a chilling wave of cold. I scrambled further away, then sat up to drink a healing potion.

I shuddered as I recalled being almost killed by the ice spell of that rogue mage, Caminalda during my Anvil guild recommendation. This magic stone had seen and attacked me, even though I was invisible. That Dunmer, Aymar hadn't been kidding about Vaermina knowing my fears. Now what?

I crept back toward the doorway. As soon as the stone began to glow, I jumped aside. Its freezing mist of magic bypassed me. I stepped out into the doorway again. Ahah! There was a lengthy delay before it could shoot again. After dodging the next blast, I recast my invisibility spell. I quietly but quickly slipped through the room, between the oblivious Daedra, before the stone could attack me again.

I had to negotiate another such magic stone room before diving through the door into the next level. I had sort of lost track of how many chambers and doors I had made my way through. Just how big was this tower?

Aha! Now I know why we became friends so swiftly - you have a historical bond with Gallant Foxes!!!

Hey, interesting history on your RL Superian! When I was much younger, I followed Thoroughbred racing much more closely than I do now, and had heard of him. Thanks to the Internet, I was able to find this to share with Buffy and Superian's fans:
Gallant Fox

So Buffy chose Vaermina as her next Daedric challenge? I did that one twice, and it still gives me the creeps. Ugh. Nice interpretation of those things in Arkved's Tower - the room of oversized furniture related to her feelings about her height, etc. It really makes this Buffy's nightmare!

Julian would disagree with Buffy on one point: Her rule in those dungeons: Leave no enemies alive behind you. It's a rule that has served me very well, thanks to Julian's experience. That said, I can understand Buffy not wanting to take on those clannfears - they are tough to kill!

Yay for the real Superian!

Hmm, facing Buffy's fears. My guess would be that first up will be a close encounter with a monster... Next might be made fun of because of her ears?

And I see I guessed right on at least one account! You use of the room with the big furniture tying to Buffy' small size was brilliant, as was dark welkynd stone shooting her with cold, and seeing her even when invisible.

Still Buffy not only controls her fears, but also does not lose her head. Here we see Buffy the professional mystic archer. Moving slowly and stealthily, making use of every bit of guile and deadly power in her arsenal. After many hard lessons, she has indeed matured into a extremely proficient adventurer.

This chapter can officially be added to my list of favorite Buffy episodes !!!! Your description of the clannfear was amazing !!!! Awesome Write !!!!

I was always of the mind that you entered Arkved’s nightmare once you passed the threshold of the tower. Tying the nightmare into Buffy’s fears is particularly refreshing, and it makes the entire ordeal far more personal. I especially enjoyed the weight that you gave to the clannfear. I have always considered them the scariest of the daedra, it is good to know that Buffy shares that feeling.

On the subject of Triple Crown winners, it is funny that you should bring up the name Gallant Fox. When I was young my grandfather made certain that we could all recite the names of the twentieth century Triple Crown winners from memory. The first horse race I ever saw was sitting in my grandfather’s lap watching the ’73 Belmont on a TV with a wire hanger antennae (those of you who follow horse racing know the significance of that race). Family legend has it that in 1935 his father (my great-grandfather) boarded a train bound for Churchill Downs to bet his life savings on a relatively unknown horse named Omaha to win the Kentucky Derby. He won $1800 that day, which formed the down payment on the house where his son, grandson, and great-grandson (me) were born. Omaha went on to win the Triple Crown that year.

Omaha's sire was Gallant Fox.

Now Acadian, when you are logging all this to tell your grandchildren - you have to add this part in !!!!!!!


Here Destri, this buds for you:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoFquax2F-k



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It is interesting- and no coincidence- that the first of Buffy’s “nightmares” in the tower is a pair of Daedra. And her own immediate thoughts of Kvatch confirm the source of that fear.


So what’s not to love?

Excellent description of Buffy’s tactics with the first two opponents. And Buffy’s reaction to the room of outsize furniture is interesting. We get quite a number of insights into our bowgirl as she works her way through the traps and other dangers. Mostly, we get to see her bravery- which she does not recognize yet.

Surprisingly easy to relate these 'nightmares' to Buffy's character. Wonder what she'll think about Arkved himself when she finds him. Would she understand his situation and mercifully kill him?

Chapter 41 was the first of two episodes involving Vaermina's Shrine. Buffy made her way deeply into Arkved's Tower in search of a stolen orb. As the Daedra Lord's followers warned, Buffy is indeed feeling as if many of her fears and insecurities have been laid bare by Vaermina.

Foxy- Why you old Gallant Fox! Buffy will have to dig out her papers from the Cheydinhal stables and see if you are somewhere in her precious mare's lineage.

Rider- Thank you for the fascinating link! Buffy found that Arkved's Tower spoke directly to her own nightmares - as Vaermina's follower warned. Buffy is terrified of clannfears and being eaten by them. Once again, she so admires Julian's bravery - that's why Julian is the hero she is. Someday perhaps Buffy will be able to face and even hunt clannfears. . . just not yet. We are brushing very close to the underlying reason she seeks Daedra Lords - although Buffy doesn't yet realize it.

SubRosa- Thank you! I got more than a faint smile from your accurate comments regarding Buffy's fears and ears. We still have some fears and insecurities yet remaining in this tower.

mALX- One of your faves - woohoo! I'm so glad Buffy's description of the clannfear carried weight; they are a big deal to her. Thank you also for the stirring vid of Secretariat!

Destri- I'm sure you are right in that the game's intent is for you to enter Arkved's nightmare. Buffy of course doesn't know that, so she naturally assumed it was 'all about her'. I'm so glad you like her perspective. It is gratifying to know we are not alone in fearing clannfears.

Thank you so much for sharing your stories about Omaha and also the '73 Belmont Stakes! Hey, we're almost related via Gallant Fox!

treydog- I'm so pleased you noted how tightly woven Kvatch is into Buffy's fears and thinking. Instead of Book1, I could have easily named this first massive tome 'Do you know the way to Kvatch?' As ever, I am basking in the kindness of your words. Thank you.

Casper- Thanks for the insightful comment! It seems when Vaermina says, "I savor your nightmares," she is certainly getting her septims' worth running Buffy through this tower! I hope this next episode does justice to your insight on how Buffy will react to Arkved. I don't believe there is necessarily a 'correct' disposition for Arkved, but I think Buffy's solution will make sense for her. In any case, I fully expect little Miss Rumination will share her reasoning with us.



. . . four, five, six pink glows ahead! I could also hear a soft, tinkling musical sound that seemed to emanate from Arkved's Tower itself. The wall sconces provided too much light, and the corridors were too narrow to successfully sneak with certainty here. I again draped a shroud of invisibility over myself. After slipping past five of the Daedra, I continued through a long corridor with several sharp turns. Finally I reached the end.

And a dilemma.

I could see a ladder leading to the next level, but it was guarded by a very hungry-looking clannfear. Fortunately, he was not much bigger than I. If I climbed the ladder and opened the trap door, my invisibility would be forfeit. I knew the beast was fast enough that he would likely tear my legs off before I could get up to the next level.

I would have to fight this clannfear to proceed - another nightmare. I swallowed hard and backed up in the corridor until my quiver bumped the wall at the first turn behind me. Not a lot of range, but it would have to work.

After poisoning two arrows, I slipped the tip of one into a sheath strapped to the outboard side of my right boot where I could quickly grab it. The sheath was actually a short, slender quiver. It was waterproofed and ran from my ankle to the top of my boot. It could temporarily and safely stage up to three poisoned arrows, and had been Daenlin's idea - to help keep me alive. I nocked the other arrow.

As I pulled silk to cheek I could see my bow and left arm reappear in front of me. Slayer briefly evaporated the beast's speed and inflicted shock damage, while my arrow injected its poison. As the tiny bolts arcing around the clannfear's crested shield subsided, he recovered and resumed his race toward me. The impact of the next poisoned arrow staggered him again within a shower of sparks. Before he could continue his charge, the swirling green magic of my dancing cobra flew from my fingertips. The clannfear's body went rigid and fell to the floor. Before I could nock a third arrow, his glow extinguished. I would not be food for this clannfear today.

After cutting my arrows free, I climbed the ladder. Raising the trap door, I clambered up to the next level.

That soft, musical tinkling sound persisted. It wasn't unpleasant, but somewhat unnerving as if this tower of nightmares was alive and taunting me. I began to imagine young voices within the music singing, "look at the little elf with her big pointed ears." Was it the tower, or were the teasing voices familiar?

"Shoo, you little brats!" The other children scattered into the alleys of Bravil as Daenlin approached and lowered himself to my eight year old height. "Your ears are beautiful, Buffy. You will grow to be a hunter someday. Like your wolf brothers and sisters of the forest, you have the proper ears for that." He then wiped my tears and gently tapped me on the nose. "Don't listen to the round ears. You can hear things they never will."

"Yes, Master," I whispered with a calm smile as I surveyed this new level of Arkved's Tower. The voices had stopped.

There was one pink life sign. It appeared to be man or mer, and lying down in the next room. Arkved? I didn't expect he would willingly surrender Vaermina's stolen orb. Was facing a powerful wizard to be the next nightmare in this tower of horrors? My dancing cobra could only strike once each day; perhaps I had been unwise not to save it for this. I selected a poison that could both kill and prevent spellcasting. After applying it to a broadhead arrow, I partially drew my bowstring and crept forward.

Keeping the tip of my arrow squarely centered on the glow, I sidestepped fully into the wizard's chamber until I had a clear shot. The pink figure appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps I could recover Vaermina's orb and slip away without killing Arkved.

I slid the poisoned arrow into my boot sheath, shouldered my bow and studied the room.

It was as confused at the rest of this tower - part bedroom, part cave. Large rocks and crimson-capped stone teeth protruded from the floor, walls and even the ceiling. Furniture stood where none should be - atop boulders at impossible angles.

Arkved's bed was surrounded by those curved monstrous teeth. The wizard himself was an Altmer, robed in white.

I stepped deeper into the room. Soft red light glowed from the very walls. The only other source of illumination was a pair of candles on a small writing table. A softly glowing orb that had to be Vaermina's was also on that table.

Unsure of how the orb worked, I didn’t want to touch it directly, or even stare at it too long. Moving closer, I withdrew a blouse from my pack and draped it over the orb. I then placed the wrapped package into my pack. Glancing over my shoulder to ensure Arkved was still asleep, I took a moment to read some scattered parchment notes on the table.

Things began to make more sense now. Apparently, Arkved had used the orb to enter some sort of dream world. It was unclear from his writings whether he was horrified or entranced by the possibilities.

If Arkved was trapped here, I couldn't just leave him. Could I? If I woke him, perhaps he would realize the error of stealing from a Daedra Lord and be grateful for an opportunity to be free of the dream realm he was in. Of course, on the other hand, he might try to kill me for taking the orb - and I suspected he was probably a pretty powerful wizard.

I added some more of that poison would both kill and prevent spellcasting to the tip of my arrow. Slipping Slayer from my back, I set the arrow to the nock, moved closer to the bed and nudged Arkved with the toe of my boot. He didn't move.

I kicked the wizard firmly. Still no reaction.

Unnocking the poisoned arrow, I yet again slid the tip safely into my boot sheath. I placed my hand on Arkved's leg and channeled the most powerful dispel effect I knew into his body. There was no response. My magic was no match for that of Vaermina, who had bound him to the realm of dreams.

Placing a hand against Arkved's face now, I cast a healing spell. Through the bond of white magic, I could sense no pain. In fact it seemed as if his spirit was not even in his body, despite the pink glow my rings revealed. He was lost to his dream - permanently I imagined.

Was this my last nightmare then? To choose between leaving Arkved trapped in a dream, or freeing him with the mercy of death? Did I even know what Arkved would want? Or if his dream world was a place of delight or terror?

I set my jaw. I didn't know what decision Vaermina expected of me here, and frankly I didn't care. The Buffy Doctrine would guide my hand. Arkved was no threat to me or those I held dear. I wiped the poison from my arrow, quivered it, then shouldered Slayer.

Thankfully, I did not have to fight or sneak my way back out of the tower. Within Arkved's chamber was a trapdoor that led to a previously hidden exit outside, near my precious mare.

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Vaermina's whisper filled my head and echoed all around me. "My orb is returned, and Arkved will live out the rest of his days in nightmare. It is fitting. You have proved yourself, mortal. It is fitting, as well, that you should bear my token."

An object materialized in my hands. "Another staff?" I protested. "Do I look like a mage?" My words fell upon a cold, stone statue.

Dropping to one knee and cursing under my breath, I fished into my pack for the magic bag. Vaermina's staff unceremoniously joined Sheogorath's. A bowgirl lugging around a pair of magic staves. I hadn't paid much attention to staves during my University time, and wasn't even quite sure how they worked. I'm sure I was probably daydreaming about illusion spells or Superian during the classes where I was supposed to learn how to use them.

I rose to my feet and shielded both eyes with a hand as I looked to the west. The sun was now descending into the trees on the horizon. Its low angle provided a blindingly brilliant farewell display of light dancing across the surface of Lake Poppad. I had been inside Arkved's Tower for an entire day. Exhausted, I led Superian to the lake for a drink, then back up near the shrine where I begin setting up camp for the night.

Before long, I was seated in front of a cheerful fire under the night's first stars. I had learned that I could kill scamps. Although I had survived, clannfears were another matter. I glanced nervously at my bedroll. I knew I would have nightmares about those sharp beaks tearing into my flesh.

Too tired to hunt, dinner was stale bread and a long pull on my waterbag.

"Acadian, I'm a little perturbed at you for convincing me to give that black soul gem we found in Howling Cave to Tar-Meena. That decision cost us a trip all the way back to the University to fetch it as an offering for Vaermina."

After tossing another piece of wood on the fire and watching the sparks fly up towards the stars, I continued reluctantly, "of course, you did warn me that chasing Daedra Lords for their trinkets would likely lead to disappointment. A warhammer so heavy that I had to leave it behind, and a pair of silly staves." I sighed. "I'll make you a deal. If you don't tell me 'I told you so' about the Daedric trinkets, I won't tell you 'I told you so' about that black soul gem."

There was a light humor in his response. Agreed.

"Well, hopefully I won't get eaten in my dreams tonight by a clannfear." I then raised my voice so Superian could hear me as well. "Tomorrow, we'll start back for the University. Those staves are worthless to me, but they are Daedric artifacts. I'm sure Tar-Meena will be happy to find out what they do, and display them in her Archives."

This is a wonderfully described journey into a not-so-wonderful place. Your talent for seeing through Buffy’s eyes is at its finest here.

And I applaud her decision about Arkved. It may not have been merciful- but why should Buffy have the wizard’s blood on her hands when he has never harmed her. Beyond that, she was not the one so foolish as to still from a Daedra prince- he “earned” his consequences. I do hope our bowgirl will take that lesson to heart.



Shades of Maxical! I could just see Buffy drawing pictures of horses on her parchment instead of taking notes.

Buffy’s willing generosity in regard to the “useless” artifacts she has collected makes up for her compulsion to collect them in the first place. Granted, she is not giving away things she could use herself, but she tries to gift them where they WILL be valued- rather than simply selling them.

He is! He's Gallant Foxy!

I love this quest, and Arkved's tower - I lure Audens Avidius there when he is stalking me and let Arkved's nightmares become Audens'.

Buffy was her Buffiest in this chapter, Awesome Write !!!!!!





ARGH !!!!!

And Miss Buff should keep that staff, it is more fun than a barrel of monkeys and better than watching a play when you use it in an overly crowded dungeon. Imagine two unibrows fighting themselves in Ft. Blueblood !!!!

"still from a Daedra prince"


That Still should produce quite a wine, methinks...

You mean, like I did?

I loved Buffy's decision to leave Arkved alone. I always left him alone, too. There was no point in killing the guy.

Julian doesn't much like clannfears, either. She prefers to snipe them from a safe place if she has to - otherwise she likes to avoid them (as well as will o'wisps).

Very clever to have the mini-quiver on Buffy's right ankle. I have seen those before, and always thought they look cool.

As I pulled silk to cheek
I really enjoyed this description!

And Buffy's ears! Poor girl. Now we go back to the source of her insecurities about her big wood elf ears. Not to mention of Daenlin stepping up to the plate as a protective 'uncle'.

Finally, the Buffy Doctrine guides our young heroine. How utterly appropriate that she would openly acknowledge it, as well as use it to guide her steps. Yes, our Buffy has certainly grown before our very eyes. As I am sure uncle Daenlin would agree, it is amazing just how much she has changed!

I guess I’m the only one who chooses to give Arkved a merciful release rather than leave him to be a personal ball of yarn for a Daedric Prince. I am always left to wonder . . . these Daedric Lords seem to be completely unconcerned about their little trinkets, at least until a mortal has the temerity to steal one.

Buffy’s encounter with yet another clannfear left no doubt as to how formidable she has become as a mystic archer. I honestly can’t remember the last time anything got close enough to lay a hand on her. That is not to say that she is invincible, far from it. She has simply become incredibly adept at reading the battlefield and using distance, terrain, and even the aggression of her foes to her advantage.

My favorite line, I think. I've had several characters with the same frustrated response. Well, now that Buffy understands it usually isn't worth it to chase after those artifacts, perhaps she will head to Kvatch? Nah, probably not.

Nope, you're not the only one. Although, my 'merciful release' involves punches being thrown and healing spells being cast... so, yes. You're not the only one, Des.

Well, I more-or-less caught up, and this part was the one who hooked me in the most! Buffy is definately transforming into an accomplished mystic-archer, so much so that I'm tempted to create one!

Just reading the tweaks you made in Vaernima's quest makes me want to say 'Argh! Why didn't I thought of that!'

Well done, Acadian!

SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!!

In Chapter 42, Buffy continued to feel the vulnerability of having her fears laid bare by Vaermina; yet she pressed on to Arkved's inner chamber. No doubt influenced by her unhappy exposure to the Dark Brotherhood and Sheogorath, she chose to let Arkved live, albeit stuck in his dream world. As with her previous two Daedric Shrine quests, she was quite disappointed in the inappropriateness of Vaermina's token for a bowgirl. She mentioned that from Varemina's Shrine, she would head for the University.

treydog- Thank you. Somehow, I really do see things through her eyes when we travel Tamriel. I particularly like the Arkved encounter, because there is certainly a case to be made for either decision. In fact, I can imagine Athlain wrestling with that decision.

Daydreaming and doodling horse pictures at University? Indeed, I expect Buffy is not alone there!

On her compulsion to collect Daedric trinkets: The first step is for her to admit she has a problem. By acknowledging that Acadian may have been right, I hope she is taking that step.

mALX- Heh. That staff, as you say, can be more fun than a barrel of monkeys all right! Didn't we just read Maxical's account of how much fun monkeys can be? Thank you for saying Buffy was at her 'Buffiest' here! When we talk of daydreaming at the Arcane and not paying attention to her studies, why does everyone immediately think of our poor little kit?

Foxy- Thanks for reading!

Rider- Yes, somehow I suspected Buffy was not alone at drawing horse pictures during her school days! The Arkved decision is one I thought might be close to your heart: 'Above all do no harm' vs 'mercy killing'. I guess what nudged Buffy is that when she established that healing bond, she felt no pain or suffering from Arkved.

SubRosa- Your sharp insight nailed the three things of Buffy's that were very important to us in this episode: Her new boot quiver, her ears, and her doctrine. Thank you so much!

Destri- Be at ease, my friend. You are not the only one who would grant Arkved the mercy of death. Acadian might have done the same. That characters with good hearts could make different choices here, reflects upon the quality and depth of this quest. Thank you so much for the kind words. Buffy has indeed become more lethal, when she controls the encounter. The little glass cannon (or butterfly dragon) still has much to learn though. I am pleased at this point that she seems to be getting her head around the discipline, restraint and responsibility that comes with proficiency in the use of deadly force. I fear her first encounter with clannfears however, served to terrify her more than render her a Daedra Slayer.

Linara- Heh. Acadian has gently tried to tell Buffy she has all the trinkets she really needs (awesome bow, Azura's Star and a pair of massive detect life rings). Oh well, I think she is starting to figure it out. The two of them will fully evaluate and analyze her motivation to seek out Daedra Shrines in a couple chapters. Kvatch? Savlian told her to stay away; and of course Buffy always does as she is told. Well, sometimes but maybe, well he wouldn't mind a brief visit, would he?

ureniashtram- Hey, no fair using Arkved as a punching bag! Although. . . Buffy just might confess to damaging a troll's speed to zero via poison, then getting a touch of archery practice herself. Those trolls are handy 'cuz they regenerate hitpoints. I'm honored that Buffy might inspire you to try a mystic archer! Thanks for the kind words.



Swaths of tall grass were trampled down and streaked with blood. We pressed deeper into the meadow. What manner of atrocity was this!?! Just south of Imperial Isle was a beautiful grassy field where wild horses often frolicked. I had brought Superian here as a treat on our way back to the University, so she could run and play with them.

They were all dead.

I stood in my stirrups, and surveyed the carnage. The horses' wounds revealed they had clearly been killed by tooth or claw. Nausea, anger and fear welled within me. An Imperial Legion rider slowly approached, but I saw no sign of the beast responsible for this slaughter.

Superian's raised head and pricked ears gave but a moment's notice before I heard the unmistakable throaty warning of a big cat. I could see a slight movement of tawny fur in the tall grass. My mare needed no encouragement to wheel and be off in a burst of speed. Judging from the roar behind, I was sure the lion was after us.

The Legion rider took note, and spurred his steed toward us at a dead run. Our two horses thundered past each other, barely an arm's length apart. Superian and I were fleeing danger, as the Legion soldier and his bay charged into it.

Hooves casting a spray of dirt, grass and dust, we rapidly whirled to follow after the soldier on his bay. He had vaulted from his mount, drawn his sword and was now engaged with the mountain lion. Drawing Superian to an abrupt stop, I was on the ground with my bow drawn. The deadly dance between cat and sword was too quick for me to shoot without risk of hitting the soldier.

I silently screamed in frustration as I frantically danced and sidestepped, trying to get a shot. Watching the fight over the tip of my arrow, I was helpless to assist my rescuer. I felt as though a part of my heart was ripped from me as the brave man fell. My first arrow harmlessly hit the dirt as the lion sprang at the Imperial Legion horse. The second shot thudded into the side of the blade-wounded cat, killing it.

Sprinting to the soldier, my worst fear was confirmed. He was dead. I walked calmly to his horse so as not to frighten her further. She was on her feet, but bleeding and trembling. Channeling healing magic through my fingertips, I gently ran them over her wounds, sharing some of her pain. I continued caressing her neck and reassuring the bay until her heart returned to a normal pace.

I somberly returned to the fallen soldier.

Kneeling beside him, I removed the Imperial's helmet and gently placed my hand upon his face. I closed his blue eyes, while my own welled with tears that spilled onto his armor. "T-thank you, brave man," I stammered through quivering lips.

I searched for identification. His name, Gaius Rulician, was engraved on the back of his shield. I placed it into my pack.

He was too heavy for me to move, but this man didn't deserve to be picked at by bandits or scavengers. Gathering dry brush and branches, I built a pyre around him and torched it. I watched the fire for a long time. Eventually, the soldier's noble spirit rose with the smoke, leaving behind the iron and steel he no longer needed.

After casting a spell upon the Legion horse, I mounted Superian and we continued our journey. The bay, enchanted by my spell, followed behind. I sadly rubbed the neck of my own mare. "Sorry girl, no horseplay today."

I would deliver Gaius' shield and horse to the Legion stables just outside the Imperial City.

Superian and I would then continue on to the University. I was still carrying the staves of Sheogorath and Vaermina that I wanted to be available for display and research at the Mystic Archives.

I was angry and ashamed. The soldier had lost his life defending me, yet I had been powerless to assist him. I was used to fighting alone. How many more lives would my inability to fight near allies cost? Another brave soldier? Perhaps my precious mare?

* * *

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

My eyes shot open as I snapped my head toward the voice and jumped to my feet.

"Forgive me Buffy, I didn't mean to surprise you." It was Boderi Farano. As she saw my face, her ruby eyes opened wide. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Boderi, I-" pushing aside the face of the brave Legion soldier who had died protecting me just the day prior, I stammered, "-b-beautiful?"

"Yes, the alchemy garden this time of day. I often come to this very spot in the mornings to think." She opened her arms and we hugged. After a moment, she placed her hands on my shoulders and held me at arms' length. "Let me look at you, my Apprentice. Tell me of your travels - and what is causing the storm clouds behind those pretty blue eyes."

I looked at the garden. Boderi was right. The sun had climbed above the University walls and now caused dewdrops on the vibrant flowers to sparkle. It was lovely. "Sit with me, Boderi."

The Dunmer battlemage gracefully joined me on a stone bench in front of the garden. She had been my advisor while I was training at the University, and was also a wonderful friend and mentor. She was one of the few who understood both my passion for the bow and refusal to use melee weapons.

We spent the next two hours with my journal open, as I recounted some of my recent adventures.

Boderi listened intently, occasionally asking questions until I closed the journal. Her ability to capture nuances and remember details had always impressed me.

"You have the physical skills and magic you need to be a potent mystic archer." Boderi then continued cryptically as she gently wagged a finger at me, "it is your mind that you must focus." There was always more to Boderi's meaning than her words conveyed.

"Explain, my mentor," I prompted her. "How can I better survive? You know my strengths and weaknesses."

"All right Buffy. Pay attention," she began. "There is a reason you are uncomfortable with blades. Your forte is not the split second action and reaction required by strike and parry combat. You are at your best when you control the situation. Your strengths are your cunning and planning - you are an archer first, a mage second and a skirmisher not at all. Work with your strengths. When you entered Howling Cave and were confronted with numerous necromancers in close proximity, what did you do?"

"I disappeared, so I could have a moment to come up with a plan," I replied tentatively.

"And you prevailed because you had a plan. The same can be said of your other successes, whether slaying vampires for Azura, outsmarting the guards of Lord Drad, or managing to survive a clannfear." She continued, "now, why did you not fare as well during your recent episode with that mountain lion and the Legion soldier in the meadow just south of here?"

I cringed as I relived that lion killing the soldier over the tip of my arrow. "Because they were moving too fast for me to get a shot without risking the soldier?"

"No, Buffy." She shook her head slowly. "Think. Imagine they are still fighting, frozen in time. Come up with a plan. Think it through."

I pretended there was no rush, and thought. Suddenly it was so simple. "A command creature spell!" I chirped proudly. "Even if I missed on the first cast, it wouldn't hurt the soldier. I could have immobilized that lion!"

"Perfect, young illusionist!" Boderi beamed. "Now, why didn't you do that?"

Learning from Boderi was always a circuitous adventure itself. "Because I didn't have time to come up with a plan." I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't freeze time!"

"You can't?" The battlemage raised one eyebrow sharply. "Let me ask you something, Buffy. If you encounter the same situation tomorrow, will you stand there again like a helpless child with your bow?"

"No, of course not," I countered. "I would know to use a command creature spell instead." Then it hit me, and I added excitedly, "because I froze time today!"

Boderi dropped her chin toward her chest for emphasis as she enunciated, "precisely." She then looked into my eyes and continued, "you need to anticipate challenges and determine solutions to them before they ever present themselves. Very few of us can come up with an ideal solution in the span of a few heartbeats," she paused to chuckle softly, "and you, my butterfly dragon, are not one of those few. When you are fighting to protect someone, or you have your horse nearby, you cannot disappear and think. That thinking must be done in advance. If you can imagine a fight, you can control its outcome before it ever occurs."

Boderi was brilliant as ever. "Thank you my wise advisor. As always, I owe you so much. I shall heed your words and craft a new command creature spell - one with an ample area of effect so it will be easier to hit fast moving targets."

She nodded. "That's a fine solution to this particular challenge, Buffy, but it’s the analytical thinking I want you to take from this. Imagine your worst fears, and craft strategies to deal with them in advance."

"Can you teach me some more about this, Boderi?" I asked, tilting my head.

Boderi placed two delicate fingers aside her pretty blue-green cheek. Her eyes then swept across the green patina-covered spires of the University for several moments. "Very well. Magic can solve many problems that your bow cannot. What will you do when faced by several foes, and one of them inflicts you with an effect that disables your spellcasting?"

"I never thought of that before. I wouldn't be able to control their minds or disappear. Give me a minute to think." I scratched my head.

"Yes. Think it through." The Dunmer smiled patiently.

"Oh, I know!" I said. "I'd be in big trouble if that happened now, but after thinking about it, I know I need to carry some powerful dispel potions with me."

"Well done, Buffy. I suspect you will now review how to make such potions, carry them with you and develop the tactics to use them in combat."

She then stood and lifted her eyes toward the sun. "Goodness, I have a class to teach." She held open her arms again.

I put my journal away, stood and we hugged. "I feel better, Boderi. I always do after talking with you."

After a few paces, she turned around briefly and smiled. "Buffy, I'm very proud of you."

I headed to the Lustratorium to craft some dispel potions. Creating my new command creature spell could wait until the next day, as well as presenting those silly Daedric staves to Tar-Meena at the Mystic Archives.

From Buffy's scrapbook: Screenshot

The screenshot is new, isn't it? I remember what prompted the original of this episode, and then how it just occurred spur of the moment in game and made one of your best chapters!!! I see how you edited in the comment suggestions, that was a great addition !!! Awesome Write !!!!

This is one of the chapters of the original Buffy story that I fell in love with, and reading it again I have fallen in love with it a second time.

A great American Ace of WWII who survived that conflict without being shot down once, or even wounded, later stated that "while the other guys were out celebrating in the pubs, I would like on my bed in the Nissen hut and run through my mind all possible scenarios of air to air dogfighting, and think out what was the best possible solution in each circumstance. In this way I was never surprised in combat - in my mind I had already gone through that situation before."

Different war, different weapons, yet underneath, all great warriors are the same.

That evil lion has returned in Buffy 2.0 I see, and just as in 1.0, felled the brave legionary who came to Buffy's defense. In spite of all the skill we have seen the Buffster develop lately, here you have given us her one glaring weakness. The archer's inability to get a clean shot off into melee.

I think it was a wise choice leaving out the goblins of Fatback Cave this time. By concentrating on Buffy's own feelings of inadequacy and guilt over the soldier's death, you give the entire event more weight in our minds. That shifts the chapter to being entirely a character-driven piece.

caused dewdrops on the vibrant flowers to sparkle.
This is a particularly evocative description!

my butterfly dragon
I still love this term as well!

I headed to the Lustatorium
She is going to Nerussa's bedroom?

I remember the lion encounter from BF 1.0 very well, and it was poignant then. It is even more so now.

I always hated coming on dead Legion riders +/- horses during my travels. That's when I developed the doctrine: leave no live enemy behind yourself.

It is a measure of Buffy’s heart that she feels the pain of Gaius’ death so deeply. And it is entirely in keeping with her nature.



Train to the point where it is reflex, not thought. You rarely have time to think in the midst of a fight.

Boderi is the mentor we all wish we had. This is an outstanding guide to how to win the battle in your head before the first arrow flies. Beyond that, this chapter is reason number 562 why we love Buffy.