Full Version: Buffy's Basket of Potpourri
Wow, that is a lot of time for ESO in a relatively short period.
All right Buffy! 
Did you really have exactly 4,000 hours or are those estimates?
Did you really have exactly 4,000 hours or are those estimates?
I don't know if it was used in this case, but ESO has a /played "command" that you can type into text chat, and it shows the number of days, hours, minutes and seconds you played that individual character.
I've never bothered collecting them together across the whole account, and I presume Acadian would only count the various Buffy's and not add Sir Acadian. I also have no idea if the time spent on load screens is included, but that would NOT be insignificant.
I've never bothered collecting them together across the whole account, and I presume Acadian would only count the various Buffy's and not add Sir Acadian. I also have no idea if the time spent on load screens is included, but that would NOT be insignificant.
Thanks, folks. 
I was pretty surprised how the time in ESO has really added up. Ghastley has the right of it - /played command on each variant, then add and convert. I did include Acadian (not many hours) as he and Buffy really are inseparable and she does indeed ride along inside her armored tank when he goes out. There were a couple of short played aborted variants that are no longer available to count but, overall, the 6500 figure is pretty accurate.
Skyrim is easy. Steam says 3850 on the hours so, yes, 4k is rounding off some.
For Oblivion, I kept pretty good records back then, largely through Wyre's A-bomb counter so I think 4k is pretty accurate there.
I was pretty surprised how the time in ESO has really added up. Ghastley has the right of it - /played command on each variant, then add and convert. I did include Acadian (not many hours) as he and Buffy really are inseparable and she does indeed ride along inside her armored tank when he goes out. There were a couple of short played aborted variants that are no longer available to count but, overall, the 6500 figure is pretty accurate. Skyrim is easy. Steam says 3850 on the hours so, yes, 4k is rounding off some.
For Oblivion, I kept pretty good records back then, largely through Wyre's A-bomb counter so I think 4k is pretty accurate there.
QUOTE(Acadian @ Aug 9 2019, 12:17 PM) 
Today marks three years in ESO for Buffy so I decided to crunch & compare some numbers regarding her very long sage across several games set in Tamriel -
Oblivion 2007-2014. 4000 hours played.
Skyrim 2014-2016. 4000 hours played.
ESO 2016-2019. 6,500 hours played.
I had no idea that ESO had eclipsed either of its predecessors for her. Time flies when an elf is having fun.
I wonder how many hours I've got in ESO? Buffy is such an amazing character in ESO! I remember meeting her for the first time in game after all these years of hearing and reading about her = and she was everything I had always pictured her to be; but even more! She blossomed from being timid about using her talents in front of others to being one of the most developed Healers and powerful in combat characters I've ever seen!
I have a screen of her on one of her first days in ESO; (and already displaying a wardrobe full of changes) :
https://i.imgur.com/BZmgkrH.png
This took place before One Tamriel; so Calia was the only one who could actually meet Buffy back then since she was the only one in the Aldmeri Dominion.
Nice numbers there, Buffs! 
Naturally, I had to go do the /played calculation on mine, the excuse being that Bo just completed her mount training. She has played for 149 hours, and the whole crew adds up to 2665 hours (which is 111 days and 1 hour).
Woah! Those are insane numbers! Very impressive! Buffy is quite the seasoned adventurer, especially when we put all of those hours together! Legendary!
I still hope one day to share an adventure with Buffy in ESO!
I still hope one day to share an adventure with Buffy in ESO!
Thanks again for the support and kind words everyone. MALX, what a fun screenshot - I remember when we made it.
Oh gosh, that's right! Buffy's an Aries! In fact today is one of my characters' birthdays too. Well have a good one, Buffy. And good catch, Grits.
In fact today is one of my characters' birthdays too. Well have a good one, Buffy. And good catch, Grits.
Aww, thank you, dear friends! To be honest, Buffy and I had completely forgotten about her birthday this year until we were joyously surprised to see these posts. She did have a good day, soloing a couple pledges and doing some 'venturing in Malabol Tor.
Aw shucks, I went out of town yesterday and missed Buffy's Birthday!!!
I always remember seeing Miss Buffy in her Birthday suit; but better wait till Jerric is done serving the cake ...
https://i.imgur.com/2ruKC8i.jpg
Hope you had a wonderful Birthday, Buffy! Sorry I missed it!
** Hey, didn't Buffy share a Birthday with someone else too?
Thank you, mALX! Great that you still have that old screenshot. Yes, when Aravi (King Coin's Khajiit) confessed she didn't know her own birthday, Buffy offered to share hers.
Buffy’s still adventuring in Tamriel during the Second Era. Here are some fairly recent images of her travels –
Fishing at Moonlit Cove in Pellitine.
Pretty dungeon!
The Companions in Coldharbour preparing to foil Molag Bal's plans.
Night sky over Skyrim.
Inside an ancient Argonian Xanmeer in Murkmire.
Fishing at Moonlit Cove in Pellitine.
Pretty dungeon!
The Companions in Coldharbour preparing to foil Molag Bal's plans.
Night sky over Skyrim.
Inside an ancient Argonian Xanmeer in Murkmire.
Careful that she doesn't catch a sea sload!
Pretty lighting in the dungeon.
Anyone is small compared to Lyris, but Buffy even more so.
Clear sky, nice moons.
Watch out for traps!
Pretty lighting in the dungeon.
Anyone is small compared to Lyris, but Buffy even more so.
Clear sky, nice moons.
Watch out for traps!
Pretty water and an adorable pixie in the Pellentine pic
That Pretty Dungeon kind of gives me the creeps, because I have learned to associate that glowing lichen on the walls with Falmer
Neat pic of the two moons
I love the overgrown, flooded, Argonian ruin
That Pretty Dungeon kind of gives me the creeps, because I have learned to associate that glowing lichen on the walls with Falmer
Neat pic of the two moons
I love the overgrown, flooded, Argonian ruin
That is indeed a pretty dungeon. It's the kind of cavern I would like to explore.
Aw, Buffy hasn't posed for pics in a long time!!!! My favorite has to be the first shot; Buffy fishing on that beautiful beach! That is SO Buffy to be near the water and living "off the land," I love that shot so much!
I am pretty sure I know where she is in the Murkmire shot; she looks so tiny in that shot!
Love all these; thank you for posting these!
QUOTE(macole @ Sep 5 2021, 11:15 PM)
That is indeed a pretty dungeon. It's the kind of cavern I would like to explore.
Yeah, me too. This entire game is really pretty.
We really need a Lopov shot of Buffy.
Or just a closer-up face shot, at least.
*Whistle* What a view...and the water's not bad either.
Moonlit Cove indeed is pretty. Too bad there are a bunch of bandits there messing it up.
Hey, wait a minute. I thought I foiled Molag Bal's plans already...
I really want to see the Aurora Borealis in real life. Such an incredible natural wonder.
Ah, xanmeers. Structures from the coolest, best race in TES, amirite?
Moonlit Cove indeed is pretty. Too bad there are a bunch of bandits there messing it up.
Hey, wait a minute. I thought I foiled Molag Bal's plans already...
I really want to see the Aurora Borealis in real life. Such an incredible natural wonder.
Ah, xanmeers. Structures from the coolest, best race in TES, amirite?
What a beautiful group of pictures! I love the fishing one best, because Jerric always thinks of Buffy when he sees a waterfall. That Skyrim sky is gorgeous!
Dear Buffy,
I don’t really write. Easier to speak, face to face. Always easier to read people than words, I find. You understand, yea? Letters like this; be easily tracked and marauded by the wrong crowd, traced back to sender. How it is. How the world runs. How *my* world runs. The works. So had to cough out a pretty coin so a wizard can magick this straight to you. Worth it, I think.
It’s me, by the by.
Ylenno.
Wild elf you met during that disaster of an expedition ‘neath Fort Sutch? One hell of an event, that. Still have nightmares after all these years. Scars that still ache. But we all, each in our own way, vowed to remember to forget what we saw there. Broken promises, broken friendships, everything broken and left to the dust. Easier that way, yeah? Forget and forget. Dunno why I sent you this letter, truth be told. Dunno if you could even remember what I’m talking of. Or who I am. But you’re different. Understood it the moment I finally met you in Anvil.
You know you’re the heroine of the girl-orphans back in that city of ours? Little girl-elves running through the streets of Bravil, calling themselves Bowgirls, hunting vampires and daedra and ne’er-do-wells, wishing to grow up like Daenlin’s celebrity apprentice. Even heard tell that the Mages Guild back home be swamped by a mass of women joining in, a full generation wishing to effect change same way you did. Joyful thing, to see something uplifting in and from Bravil for once. All thanks to you, Hero.
But how are you? You doing okay? Strange, I know, suddenly getting asked that by a stranger you barely remember from years ago but… got no friends in this world of mine, see? Only enemies and subordinates and subordinates that’ll be enemies sooner. Can I call you friend, Buffy? You the only thing that reminds me Bravil ain’t all rotten wood, water and people. I’m tired and stink of war and violence that never ends; this thing of mine sucks the soul dry. Leaves a shell out of you, hollows you out. Can’t do anything else though. Can’t run away too; too much blood for me to just up and start over.
Feel pathetic writing this now. Like I’m a duke in distress calling out to you for help.
Maybe I am.
Maybe I need you to come save me the same way you saved Kvatch.
Confused. Tired. Numb. Wordless and godless and alone. Blood and teeth and skulls and the wailing cries, always the wailing cries.
Help.
How do you go on?
- Ylenno, Blade-Chieftain of the Southern League; Leader of the Brotherhood of Razors; Father to the Orphan-Crows of Bravil; Defeater of the Orum Gang at the Battle of the Three Caesars; Lord-Father of the Venatusian Shadow Collective
I don’t really write. Easier to speak, face to face. Always easier to read people than words, I find. You understand, yea? Letters like this; be easily tracked and marauded by the wrong crowd, traced back to sender. How it is. How the world runs. How *my* world runs. The works. So had to cough out a pretty coin so a wizard can magick this straight to you. Worth it, I think.
It’s me, by the by.
Ylenno.
Wild elf you met during that disaster of an expedition ‘neath Fort Sutch? One hell of an event, that. Still have nightmares after all these years. Scars that still ache. But we all, each in our own way, vowed to remember to forget what we saw there. Broken promises, broken friendships, everything broken and left to the dust. Easier that way, yeah? Forget and forget. Dunno why I sent you this letter, truth be told. Dunno if you could even remember what I’m talking of. Or who I am. But you’re different. Understood it the moment I finally met you in Anvil.
You know you’re the heroine of the girl-orphans back in that city of ours? Little girl-elves running through the streets of Bravil, calling themselves Bowgirls, hunting vampires and daedra and ne’er-do-wells, wishing to grow up like Daenlin’s celebrity apprentice. Even heard tell that the Mages Guild back home be swamped by a mass of women joining in, a full generation wishing to effect change same way you did. Joyful thing, to see something uplifting in and from Bravil for once. All thanks to you, Hero.
But how are you? You doing okay? Strange, I know, suddenly getting asked that by a stranger you barely remember from years ago but… got no friends in this world of mine, see? Only enemies and subordinates and subordinates that’ll be enemies sooner. Can I call you friend, Buffy? You the only thing that reminds me Bravil ain’t all rotten wood, water and people. I’m tired and stink of war and violence that never ends; this thing of mine sucks the soul dry. Leaves a shell out of you, hollows you out. Can’t do anything else though. Can’t run away too; too much blood for me to just up and start over.
Feel pathetic writing this now. Like I’m a duke in distress calling out to you for help.
Maybe I am.
Maybe I need you to come save me the same way you saved Kvatch.
Confused. Tired. Numb. Wordless and godless and alone. Blood and teeth and skulls and the wailing cries, always the wailing cries.
Help.
How do you go on?
- Ylenno, Blade-Chieftain of the Southern League; Leader of the Brotherhood of Razors; Father to the Orphan-Crows of Bravil; Defeater of the Orum Gang at the Battle of the Three Caesars; Lord-Father of the Venatusian Shadow Collective
Ylenno, of spiked hair and fellow half-breed!
What a welcome surprise to hear from you. You honor me with your kind words.
For some time now I've been adventuring in the Second Era and currently call the Great Tree of Elden Root in southern Valenwood home. I am active in the Guild of Mages but often accept quests beyond the guild if I think I can help and the cause moves my heart. So much is different seven hundred years before the Tamriel I was born to. Most of Cyrodiil is at war and much of it is quite dangerous to visit. Magic also works differently in this time and that has taken some getting used to and evolving on my part.
Your spirit sounds troubled, my friend. I so hope you find the inner peace you seek.
May cool waters and green grasses ease your path.
Buffy
What a welcome surprise to hear from you. You honor me with your kind words.
For some time now I've been adventuring in the Second Era and currently call the Great Tree of Elden Root in southern Valenwood home. I am active in the Guild of Mages but often accept quests beyond the guild if I think I can help and the cause moves my heart. So much is different seven hundred years before the Tamriel I was born to. Most of Cyrodiil is at war and much of it is quite dangerous to visit. Magic also works differently in this time and that has taken some getting used to and evolving on my part.
Your spirit sounds troubled, my friend. I so hope you find the inner peace you seek.
May cool waters and green grasses ease your path.
Buffy
Why is Yienno referred to as half-breed?
Well, Buffy's sire was Breton and her dam was Bosmer. As is the norm in such cases, Buffy is Bosmer but carries some subtle nonvisible Breton influences - most notably her aptitude for magic.
Ylenno is also of mixed race but is very much the exception to the norm in that he clearly displays the physical traits of both parents.
EDIT: Oops - good catch, Renee! I'm between puters and struggling on a cel. I dug back through some rp stuff. Uleni's half breed (Altmer/Redguard) was Poryphil the Gallant. I was right on Ylenno's trademark spiked hair though.
EDIT 2: Had to go back about 10 years to the last time Buffy rp'd with Ylenno. Like Buffy, he's a Bosmer.
Ylenno is also of mixed race but is very much the exception to the norm in that he clearly displays the physical traits of both parents.
EDIT: Oops - good catch, Renee! I'm between puters and struggling on a cel. I dug back through some rp stuff. Uleni's half breed (Altmer/Redguard) was Poryphil the Gallant. I was right on Ylenno's trademark spiked hair though.
EDIT 2: Had to go back about 10 years to the last time Buffy rp'd with Ylenno. Like Buffy, he's a Bosmer.
Close! Haha
Ylenno is what I call a Bosmero-Ayleidoon, which is basically a Wood Elf descended from a purebred/noble clan of Ayleids. Which is what his ancestors were; they were part of the noble families that ruled the city of Bravil before it became Bravil. When the Alessian Crusades overthrew the Ayleid city-states, Ylenno’s ancestors fled to Valenwood where they basically ruled over a patch of land and mingled with the local nobility of the Wood Elves. In ‘Ylenno-verse’, as it were, I created two distinct subspecies of Ayleids; the ones who rule Northern Cyrodiil were pale and more magickally attuned. Umaril belonged to this sect, as well as most of the more sinister Ayleid nobilities. The southern strain on the other hand have much more in common (culturally) with the Bosmer, sharing their love of nature and such. This is why Ylenno exhibits traits that are distinctly un-Bosmeri like but not that outlandish; like his height (6’3), his eyes (hard chips of grey) and his hair (white-gold with a fey radiance).
Ylenno’s name is also a corrupted form of his original Ayleidoon name; Uailearnua, “Beloved-of-Crows”.
EDIT: His race was actually a matter of plot back in the Sutch RP, where his Ayleid ancestry would’ve come as a little surprise and be of some use to further along the plot. Which is why I cheekily labeled his race as ‘Bosmer’ because, well, it’s not that far off the truth
Ylenno is what I call a Bosmero-Ayleidoon, which is basically a Wood Elf descended from a purebred/noble clan of Ayleids. Which is what his ancestors were; they were part of the noble families that ruled the city of Bravil before it became Bravil. When the Alessian Crusades overthrew the Ayleid city-states, Ylenno’s ancestors fled to Valenwood where they basically ruled over a patch of land and mingled with the local nobility of the Wood Elves. In ‘Ylenno-verse’, as it were, I created two distinct subspecies of Ayleids; the ones who rule Northern Cyrodiil were pale and more magickally attuned. Umaril belonged to this sect, as well as most of the more sinister Ayleid nobilities. The southern strain on the other hand have much more in common (culturally) with the Bosmer, sharing their love of nature and such. This is why Ylenno exhibits traits that are distinctly un-Bosmeri like but not that outlandish; like his height (6’3), his eyes (hard chips of grey) and his hair (white-gold with a fey radiance).
Ylenno’s name is also a corrupted form of his original Ayleidoon name; Uailearnua, “Beloved-of-Crows”.
EDIT: His race was actually a matter of plot back in the Sutch RP, where his Ayleid ancestry would’ve come as a little surprise and be of some use to further along the plot. Which is why I cheekily labeled his race as ‘Bosmer’ because, well, it’s not that far off the truth
Neat, so he's like a tall Bosmer then. Tahnks for answering. I mean thanks.
I mean thanks.
QUOTE(Uleni Athram @ Jan 30 2023, 12:20 PM)
Dear Buffy,
I don’t really write. Easier to speak, face to face. Always easier to read people than words, I find. You understand, yea? Letters like this; be easily tracked and marauded by the wrong crowd, traced back to sender. How it is. How the world runs. How *my* world runs. The works. So had to cough out a pretty coin so a wizard can magick this straight to you. Worth it, I think.
It’s me, by the by.
Ylenno.
Wild elf you met during that disaster of an expedition ‘neath Fort Sutch? One hell of an event, that. Still have nightmares after all these years. Scars that still ache. But we all, each in our own way, vowed to remember to forget what we saw there. Broken promises, broken friendships, everything broken and left to the dust. Easier that way, yeah? Forget and forget. Dunno why I sent you this letter, truth be told. Dunno if you could even remember what I’m talking of. Or who I am. But you’re different. Understood it the moment I finally met you in Anvil.
You know you’re the heroine of the girl-orphans back in that city of ours? Little girl-elves running through the streets of Bravil, calling themselves Bowgirls, hunting vampires and daedra and ne’er-do-wells, wishing to grow up like Daenlin’s celebrity apprentice. Even heard tell that the Mages Guild back home be swamped by a mass of women joining in, a full generation wishing to effect change same way you did. Joyful thing, to see something uplifting in and from Bravil for once. All thanks to you, Hero.
But how are you? You doing okay? Strange, I know, suddenly getting asked that by a stranger you barely remember from years ago but… got no friends in this world of mine, see? Only enemies and subordinates and subordinates that’ll be enemies sooner. Can I call you friend, Buffy? You the only thing that reminds me Bravil ain’t all rotten wood, water and people. I’m tired and stink of war and violence that never ends; this thing of mine sucks the soul dry. Leaves a shell out of you, hollows you out. Can’t do anything else though. Can’t run away too; too much blood for me to just up and start over.
Feel pathetic writing this now. Like I’m a duke in distress calling out to you for help.
Maybe I am.
Maybe I need you to come save me the same way you saved Kvatch.
Confused. Tired. Numb. Wordless and godless and alone. Blood and teeth and skulls and the wailing cries, always the wailing cries.
Help.
How do you go on?
- Ylenno, Blade-Chieftain of the Southern League; Leader of the Brotherhood of Razors; Father to the Orphan-Crows of Bravil; Defeater of the Orum Gang at the Battle of the Three Caesars; Lord-Father of the Venatusian Shadow Collective
Awww!!!!!! I miss Ylenno!!!!!
To: Snugpod
Elden Root
Grahtwood
20 Rain’s Hand
Dear Buffy,
Happy birthday, my friend! I hope this day finds you a sunny waterfall to splash in under a legion of butterflies, and that your night is lit by torchbugs.
When I think back on the times we have shared, and you know that thinking is not the easiest thing I do, I am reminded of your grace, your humor, and the inner strength that shines from you like your healing spells. Your friendship lifts my heart when we are together and when I’m alone in the darkest places. I am a better Nord for knowing you.
Tonight I’m raising a bottle of Tamika’s West Weald White to toast you on your birthday. Wherever your path takes you this year, may you find joy and adventure. I wish you every happiness, dear friend.
From Jerric
Elden Root
Grahtwood
20 Rain’s Hand
Dear Buffy,
Happy birthday, my friend! I hope this day finds you a sunny waterfall to splash in under a legion of butterflies, and that your night is lit by torchbugs.
When I think back on the times we have shared, and you know that thinking is not the easiest thing I do, I am reminded of your grace, your humor, and the inner strength that shines from you like your healing spells. Your friendship lifts my heart when we are together and when I’m alone in the darkest places. I am a better Nord for knowing you.
Tonight I’m raising a bottle of Tamika’s West Weald White to toast you on your birthday. Wherever your path takes you this year, may you find joy and adventure. I wish you every happiness, dear friend.
From Jerric
Happy b-day, dearest Buffy!
A toast to Buffy's birthday!
Dearest friends,
It warms my elven heart to receive such well wishes for my birthday. I had a lovely day that did indeed feature waterfalls, butterflies and one of Tamikas finer vintages.
May cool waters and the shade of tall trees ease your path.
Buffy
It warms my elven heart to receive such well wishes for my birthday. I had a lovely day that did indeed feature waterfalls, butterflies and one of Tamikas finer vintages.
May cool waters and the shade of tall trees ease your path.
Buffy
Happy Birthday, indeed!
It sounds as though everything was truly wonderful!
It sounds as though everything was truly wonderful!
Oops, I got here a day early. Um, never mind! See you tomorrow! 
That is awesome! Happy spawning day Buffy!
Dearest friends,
By Kynareth’s glowing wings, what a fantastically magical birthday card depicting some of the places I’ve traveled to in the Second Era. And butterflies! Even Acadian nearly cried when he saw it.
I spent most of the day in Valenwood with Superian and Willow, reveling in the lush jungle, playing in waterfalls and even doing some fishing. I was back to my tree by sunset and am now cooking up my catch into some Solitude salmon-millet soup.
I adore you all for your thoughtfulness!
Buffy
By Kynareth’s glowing wings, what a fantastically magical birthday card depicting some of the places I’ve traveled to in the Second Era. And butterflies! Even Acadian nearly cried when he saw it.
I spent most of the day in Valenwood with Superian and Willow, reveling in the lush jungle, playing in waterfalls and even doing some fishing. I was back to my tree by sunset and am now cooking up my catch into some Solitude salmon-millet soup.
I adore you all for your thoughtfulness!
Buffy
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