I absolutely loved this little jaunt into Equestria - what a pleasant surprise !! Awesome Write !!

Leave it to Buffy to find an application for invisibility that never would have occurred to me! *facepalm*

There aren’t many writers around who could mine gold from a chapter in which there is no action, and the only conflict occurs when an impulsive dog wakes a sleeping horse! That you have been able to do so is testament to your prodigious skill, Acadian. There is so much in this chapter to admire: The description of the Dwemer heater, and the well-appointed stables at Equestria; Superian’s nap and her somewhat rude awakening by Bandit, who shows the canniness of his namesake by retreating in the face of a rising horse. I also enjoyed the unintentional wisdom imparted by Thernd when he tells Buffy that his own heart has been broken, but he doesn’t regret the actions taken that resulted in it. It is also nice to know that Superian will not go wanting if Buffy never emerges from the Deadlands (perish the thought).


I thought of freezing the horse manure, but using Dispel to dry it out completely eluded me. I agree with Buffy, that is brilliant! This was the perfect conclusion to the calm before the storm. I am anxious to see what happens next.

Episode 128 found Buffy and Superian - with the able assistance of Thernd - making preparations for a dawn departure from the University. Although Equestria’s stable master could do little to soothe Buffy’s concerns, he did put her somewhat at ease regarding the care of Superian should the mare’s elf not survive Kvatch. He also described what seemed to be a useful technique for drying inanimate objects.

Rider- Thank you! The Valley of the Horses and Equestria is a magical place for us and a joy to try and describe. Thanks for the endorsement of Fanador – we considered similar names ranging from Adorfus to Fanlin, but Fanador stuck.

SubRosa- Hee! Imp guardians, Bandit, Welkynd and plenty of horses – Thernd has plenty of fun company. I thank TF for first associating the Waterfront with using oderific but cheap fuel and proudly admit to borrowing from your inspiration. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the dwemer heater; it seemed just the right touch to highlight the fusion of mystical wonder + horse manure that is Equestria.

Grits- Gosh, your words warm my heart. I was so hoping to impart some of what Buffy considers the magically intoxicating atmosphere of Equestria! It was fun here painting Buffy as just a bit of an academic pinhead and loading up Thernd with common sense. It was also great fun using Superian as active background continuity for this episode. I was trying to show how second nature grooming and saddling up Superian was for Buffy and, of course, Thernd.

KC- Thanks! Buffy’s horse knowledge is limited to what Superian has taught her. She knew the mare sometimes slept off her feet, but didn’t understand why or when until Thernd explained it to her. I’m so glad you can accept the magical poop of physics in Buffy's world; it is such fun to live in a land where you can cast fireballs and summon helpers!

ghastley- Ah, so levitation comes from being induced magnetically. I just figured it was some kinda mysterious Morrowindy magic. So it looks like Thernd invented freeze drying! Thank you!

mALX- As important as the University and her mare are to Buffy, we simply had to provide for a stable for the Guild of Mages of course. And I’m so glad we did some time ago, for it is great fun to come back and visit and I love that it is part of BF. Thank you!

Destri- Thank you for those kind words. Coming from a master such as yourself, they mean so very much. Some of our favorite scenes are simple ones where Buffy's hands are busy as she talks among friends. I’m so glad you’re enjoying some of our common sense applications for magic.



Red and black banners depicting Masser and Secunda in quarter phase flanked the east gate to my right. The imposing spires of Castle Skingrad towered high above us on the hill to our left. Superian began to pick her way along the narrow trail between castle and city into the westering sun.

A dark feeling tugged at my memory as we drew abeam the castle. Superian stopped for me while I gazed up at the lofty towers and gray walls. I recalled the same discomfort when passing near this castle while I was here for my guild recommendation, but its significance was not clear at the time. After my experience clearing Gutted Mine on behalf of Azura however, the ominous sensation was unmistakable. "Vampires. Do you feel it, Acadian?"

"Aye. Have you forgotten that you are a Slayer?" he replied.

"Don't call me that!" I regretted my sharp tone as soon as the words were out of my mouth. "Do you suppose the Count or his guards realize there may well be vampires nesting under Castle Skingrad?"

"Are you going to snap at me again if I answer?" he said with a touch of humor. "I meant no offense."

"I know, my paladin. I've been irritable all day and I'm sorry."

"Do you think you should warn the castle?" He then added lightly, "About the vampires I mean - not your irritability."

I smiled at Acadian's joke, then pondered the question. "No. I don't feel like explaining how I detect their presence and I probably wouldn't be believed anyway." Superian sensed my will and resumed her trek along the narrow hoof-worn path bordering the city's southern wall. "Besides, I'm not sure what it would draw us into and I won't allow anything further to delay our trip to Kvatch. Surely the castle guard force is well equipped to deal with such matters, and we have more important foes to slay." The feeling began to ease as our distance from the castle opened behind us.

As we neared the stable, I noticed a Bosmer striding purposefully toward us. Superian stopped. The elf's long brown hair was swept back dramatically from a sharp widow's peak. He wore a brown and blue russet felt outfit with green leggings.

"Good day, sister Bosmer. My name is Glarthir." His eyes did not meet mine. Rather, they quickly surveyed the bow staff and forest of arrow tails bristling above my shoulders, then darted down to Superian's elegant saddle and the emblazoned stable mark from Equestria. "I have need to hire the services of a capable and discreet elf. You like gold, don't you?" Even when speaking to me, his eyes flitted in every direction, as if scanning for danger.

Superian's ears swiveled at the elf's disconcertingly melodious voice. I heard and felt a slight jangle from her bit travel up the reins as she nervously bobbed her head slightly. "My name's Buffy, and I'm not for hire. I plan to simply layover the night and continue toward Kvatch in the morning."

The wild eyes opened wider and briefly focused on mine. "Kvatch? You're crazy! Especially since my proposal could make you wealthy." He continued to glance around until his jumpy gaze paused on Tilmo, the nearby stable hand. "Look. We can't talk here. Meet me behind the chapel at midnight."

"Did I stutter?" As if to reinforce my words, Superian pawed the ground and blew hard. "I said I'm not available. Nor am I stupid enough to meet some stranger alone in the middle of the night. Good day to you, brother Bosmer."

His eyes darted between Tilmo, myself and the agitated mare. Turning on his heel, he then hurried off.

The Altmeri stable hand approached. "You were rather harsh to Glarthir. Quite unlike the the Buffy I recall."

I sighed. "I know, Tilmo. I didn't need to be so sharp with him. I've been cranky all day, snapping at the smallest things for no reason. I'll apologize if I see him again."

"Just one night for Superian did I overhear?"

"Yes, we'll be leaving early in the morning." As I began to dismount, the tall mer placed his hands around my waist and lowered me lightly to the ground. “Thank you,” I said. Leading my mare into the corral for a brief drink, I added, “It's nice to see you again, Tilmo, and I hope you've been well?"

We unsaddled then groomed Superian while chatting mostly about her care, diet and boarding fees. I blew her a kiss and left the stable while she was happily picking at a small bucket of oats, augmented by corn and cracked barley.

As I approached the western entrance to the city, a young soldier on duty at the gate gave me a tired smile. His mail was adorned with the red and black surcoat of Skingrad of course. He flexed his knees with a slight wince as I drew closer.

"Long shift?" I asked.

"Aye, my feet are killing me," replied the pale-skinned Imperial - likely a Colovian. "Captain Dion’s got us on extra duty. We been short handed lately."

"I know some magic. Would you like me to cast a healing spell to help your legs and feet feel better?"

"That's mighty kind of you to offer, citizen, but my relief'll be here soon. I saw that you had words with Glarthir."

"Need I be concerned about him?" I asked. "Is he dangerous?"

"Nay, he's crazy but harmless.” He pulled one of the heavy wooden gates open for me. “Just stay away from him and let us know if he causes you any trouble."

After thanking the guard for his warning, I proceeded to Colovian Traders to sell the pelt from a poor wolf that had attacked Superian and I earlier in the day. Thanks to my irritable moodiness, I managed to alienate the Nordic shopkeeper when he referred to wolves as evil creatures. After apologizing for my sharp tone, I asked about Glarthir. Both the merchant and the woman assisting him offered similar advice to avoid the suspicious Bosmer.

I found a room for visiting mages at the guild with what I assessed to be a Vigge-proof door lock. After settling in, I made my way to the reading parlor. There I found one of my Skingrad guild mates seated in front of the gently crackling fireplace. Looking up from his book, the Bosmer’s face illuminated as he cheerfully exclaimed, "Well, if it isn't the heroine who rescued me from those zombies at Bleak Flats Cave so long ago!"

I smiled at the memory. "It's nice to see you again, Erthor."

He grinned and a warm sparkle danced in his eyes. "You still don't look like a mage."

I glared at him and my voice snarled, "Do you know how sick I am of hearing that? I’ll have you know that Boderi Farano trained me as a mystic archer and I’m as much a mage as you are!” My hands flew from where I had planted them on my hips to my mouth, but the words were already out. For the impact they had on poor Erthor, I might just as well have kicked a puppy in the gut. Suddenly, I was crying. "I-I'm so sorry, Erthor. I don't know why on Nirn I'm so-" My words were cut short as a sharp cramp gripped my pelvis and a groan escaped my lips.

The reason for my crankiness had suddenly announced itself with abundant clarity.

As the pain began to subside, I raised my head to meet Erthor's gaze. The mer was now on his feet, eyes wide as saucers. His hand gripped my upper arm to steady me. "Buffy, are you all right? Please forgive my thoughtless remark. I meant it in jest." He lifted his free hand to cast a spell. From the magic that escaped his opening fingers, a linen handkerchief appeared which he pressed into my hand.

Dabbing my still flowing tears, I said, "I know your words were meant in kindness, my friend. It is I who must ask your forgiveness. I am. . . tired and should not have snapped at you."

After managing to soothe poor Erthor's ruffled feathers, I stepped out of the guild into the narrow street. Normally I saw Sinderion for potions and such while in Skingrad, but he was. . . a he. So I turned left and headed for All Things Alchemical. It was my understanding that the shop was run by an elf of my own sex.

"Do you suppose the Count or his guards realize there may well be vampires nesting under Castle Skingrad?"
I get the feeling he does...

I see Buffy has finally met Glarthir. She certainly sent him packing! Looks like every other male Bosmer she meets as well. Methinks there might be a physical reason for Buffy's crankiness? Perhaps even something associated with the red moon on the Skingrad guard's surcoats?

I especially enjoyed your descriptions of Superian when Buffy met Glarthir. Clearly the black mare is of a like mind with her mistress when it comes to that crazy Bosmer.

Ahhh, so Buffy is tired. Yes, that does happen to women sometimes. Along with those cramps. So she's off to see Falanu? I wonder if everyone's favorite necrophiliac will suggest orgasms as a good way to relieve menstrual cramps? If Buffy covers herself in white powder and lays very still, Falanu might even help with that...

a poor wolf that had attacked Superian

That wolf picked the wrong time, too.

Another great chapter .poor Buffy. I can't wait till she gets to Kvatch it will be... interesting. you have given me 1 more reason to look forward to fridays

This is going to be a great chapter. The title made me chuckle already.

Do you think you should warn the castle?
I thought of her irritability first, and the vampire second.

Lol! Poor Erthor! And poor Buffy! I’m interested in what Buffy thinks of Falanu. Is Falanu going to ask that awkward question?

Great Chapter Acadian!

Red and black banners depicting Masser and Secunda in quarter phase flanked the east gate to my right. The imposing spires of Castle Skingrad towered high above us on the hill to our left. Superian began to pick her way along the narrow trail between castle and city into the westering sun.

How beautifully you set the scene, even to the time of day. I have the feeling of walking under that bridge right there with Buffy and Superian. And certainly with Acadian, whose influence might show in the word “abeam.” I wonder if it’s going to be Tamika’s with bread and cheese for dinner.


You like gold, don't you?"

LOL. Glarthir does NOT know Buffy.


"Did I stutter?" As if to reinforce my words, Superian pawed the ground and blew hard.

Run away, Glarthir! Something is amiss with Buffy, and Superian is going to back her play! Whether she’s cued in on the crazy or on Buffy’s stress, that horse is a great friend.


I found a room for visiting mages at the guild with what I assessed to be a Vigge-proof door lock.

Do I remember a threat to turn him into a chicken?


Hopefully Buffy is too tanned and healthy looking to attract unwanted attention from Falanu. Skingrad can be an uncomfortable place, but it makes a very engaging read!!

As I was reading this, I was thinking to myself, do elves get PMS?

Then my question was answered by her response to our dear friend Erthor!

And now I'm wondering if Superian is in season as well? It wouldn't be unusual if the pair of them hit that point in their cycles at the same time!

No indication of bloating? Greaves fitting a little tighter than usual? At least she isn't preggers! That wet dream she had not so long ago was pretty convincing!

Yeah, I'd love to see Buffy walk up to the Castle and announce: "Do you know you've got vampires in the cellar and bats in the belfry?" That's a sure way to get the Count's attention! Would he be the sort of Count you want the attention of?

Ahh, Glarthir. Julian was fortunate to have missed him. So far. But my new character has already encountered him. Ugh.

I remember an army joke I heard long ago - on how to create the meanest infantry in the world. You take a bunch of female soldiers, get them all to PMS at the same time, then point out the enemy to them and tell them that the enemy just claimed their heinies looked fat in their pants...

This episode began hilarious, but wound up being touching - and poor Buffy !! This may be my top favorite episode yet !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!

The exchange between Buffy and Acadian was priceless. Somehow I get the feeling that Buffy’s irritability is the greater of the two evils! It is, at the very least, the thing that should worry the guards more! Once more you are able to hint at this tantalizing peace of Buffy’s persona without allowing it to take center stage.

I know that Buffy already regrets it, but on behalf of everyone who has ever tried to stop over in Skingrad THANK YOU!! Glarthir is without question the second most annoying Bosmer in all of Cyrodiil!

Poor Erthor! To be standing in front of the wave when the dyke bursts (now that might have been the wrong choice of metaphor! ) can't have been easy. I see him heading back to Bleak Flats Cave now! At least we know who to blame for the 'Wraith incident' that is about to happen.

As much as it might embarrass Buffy, I think that choosing Falanu over Sinderion can only end badly.

During Episode 129, Buffy arrived at Skingrad to spend the night en route to Kvatch. She refused to allow the disconcerting fact that she sensed vampires as she neared the castle to delay her journey. Nor was she dissuaded from her path by the curious proposition of a nervous Bosmer named Glarthir. She had been irritable all day, but it was not until she was snapping at a guild mate in response to a harmless remark that a sharp cramp announced the reason for her crankiness. As we left Buffy, she was headed for an alchemical shop.

SubRosa- It was such fun to have Buffy pass near Castle Skingrad again – now that she fully understands what the uncomfortable feeling means. I’m so glad you enjoyed Superian in the scene with Glarthir. I’m both surprised and pleased how the mare has evolved into such an important part of Buffy’s life.

ghastley- Poor wolf indeed. Here, I’m hoping to show that Buffy feels some kinship with wolves and tries to avoid killing them by using her detect life gear to skirt past instead of hunt them; but that goes out the window if they endanger her horse!

The Lost King- Thank you! Buffy will need today’s episode and two more on the road to reach Kvatch.

KC- I’m so glad our joke of warning the castle about Buffy’s mood struck a chord. Yes, Buffy will spend part of this next episode talking about dead things and elven girl stuff with Falanu. Thank you!

Grits- Given your own skill with beautifully creative scene setting, I’m humbled that you enjoyed how we opened last episode. I grinned at your observation of what a good friend Superian is. Thanks for noting the Vigge reference! I think you’ll like Buffy’s reaction to Falanu.

Rider- Thank you so much for letting me know that you suspected the cause of Buffy's unusual behavior before we clearly revealed it. I was very much hoping that would be the case. Buffy’ll get to discuss elven fertility a little more with Falanu coming up. I so look forward to a spark-filled meeting between Buffy and Count Skingrad someday, but that will be in another book. I suspect even Glarthir is wise enough to avoid a run in with Julian!

Foxy- I have heard that women who spend enough time together may find their cycles synchronizing. I can’t vouch for its validity and I never did pose the question to any of our woman drill instructors to gain their insight. I’ll certainly let you know if Buffy and Superian start routinely coming into heat at the same time.

mALX- I’m so pleased at the words you used to describe how the episode evolved! Thank you!

Destri- Writing Buffy as cranky instead of nurturing was somewhat of a challenge and I’m pleased it seemed to work. I expect between Buffy’s mood and Falanu’s famous question, they will not start off on a happy note. I do want to address some points about how elven fertility works in BF though, and hopefully it will seem more natural for Buffy to discuss it with an elf of her own sex.

All- In our next episode, I expect you may be as surprised as I to learn that the elven chatterbox, who wears her emotions on her sleeve, somehow managed to keep a significant piece of her history from all of us. Buffy reminded me that it is her feminine birthright to retain at least a few secrets until she is ready to share them – and by Mara, she certainly shares one in this episode.



The ornately carved sales counter appeared to be made of mahogany, but it was difficult to tell in the soft light of the small alchemy shop. Behind it stood a Dunmer who was quite overdressed for a merchant. The copper color of her hair no doubt came from one of her potion bottles and - oh, Buffy, stop it! I hated myself when I was like this.

"Me? I'm Falanu. House Hlaalu. As if that matters here." Although not unpleasant, she sounded less than enthusiastic.

"Well met, Falanu. I'm Buffy. I take it you're from Morrowind?"

"Yes, but I can't go back there." In response to the encouragement of my lifted eyebrow, she continued, "By the way, do you happen to know what the fine is here in Cyrodiil for Necrophilia? Just asking."

"Necro-what? The term is unfamiliar to me." I narrowed my eyes. "Is it related to necromancy? I’ve lost several guild mates to the foul black robes and been attacked by them myself." I felt magicka beginning to build in my right hand. "I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter. As far as I'm concerned, the only good necromancer is a dead one." Although she wasn't wearing black robes, it was not lost on me that her brocade gown, although trimmed in gold, was black in color.

Her red eyes opened wide and she held up both hands disarmingly. "Oh, it's nothing like that, and I assure you that I prefer dead ones too. Are you with the guild of mages then? If so, I offer a significant discount."

"Yes I am," I replied as the glow in my hand dissipated. I had just threatened this respected merchant in anger, yet now - only a moment later - I was blinking back tears of shame because of my overreaction.

"What can I help you with this afternoon, Buffy?"

"I'm hoping very much that you have some ingredients I need." I rummaged through my pack until I found a small note adorned by the quill strokes of Boderi Farano. She had written it upon finding me curled up in pain and unwilling to get out of bed one morning at the University. I read the words to Falanu, "Ginger, chamomile, primrose and cinnamon."

She nodded with a sympathetic smile. "That's an excellent recipe to soothe menstrual cramps." While searching the myriad containers behind her, she continued, "At least we elves don't have to deal with that every single month. No wonder humans can breed like rabbits. Even given our much longer life spans, we still can't keep up with them. Are you pretty regular?"

"Yes," I replied, "twice a year since I was eighteen. I can't believe humans come of age so much earlier than elves. My friend Delphine Jend told me she started when she was but fourteen!"

"And they don't seem to have as much trouble getting pregnant as we do either," Falanu said. "You can't swing a dead Khajiit by the tail in Cyrodiil without hitting a round ear. No wonder they run the Empire now. Oh, I do have all those ingredients. I'd be happy to mix them up for you into enough potions to last a few days. Only a small extra charge for that."

"Thank you, Falanu, that would be most kind of you. It. . . it seems I've done nothing but apologize all day; I hope you'll forgive my strong comments earlier."

"I understand, Buffy. I used to get pretty unpleasant twice a year myself, but I've gotten better over the last few decades."

I busied myself looking around at the oddities adorning the shelves and walls of her small shop while Falanu went to work with her alchemy equipment.

After a few minutes, she announced, "Here's the first potion. Drink it now."

I gratefully quaffed the spicy liquid down. "I'm sure this will help with the cramps. Once my flow actually starts, I'll regain a bit more control of my emotions."

The Dunmer continued to grind up ingredients and craft more of the potions. “Do you need any pads or sponges?” she asked. “I carry those too.”

I shook my head. "Nilawen - she runs the general store in Bravil - showed me how to use Abecean sea sponges a year or so ago and I have some with me. I’m sure I'll need one before tomorrow. I'm headed from here to a warm bath at the guild."

“Yes, that should help.” Falanu added a final potion to the small collection on her counter. “This should be more than enough. Take one in the morning and one at night."

After paying and thanking the alchemist, I stepped out of her shop onto the street, now lit by lanterns.

As I headed toward the guild, I looked forward to that warm bath. Nilawen had told me I was lucky that I could use the sponges. Apparently, some unmated young girls had trouble with them. She surmised that spending so much time riding Superian likely made things easier for me. Although I had to admit that straddling the fastest horse in Cyrodiil was not the gentlest thing on a girl's lower bits, the truth was buried in a memory that I had never shared.

Not with anyone.

I had only recently celebrated my sixteenth birthday. Stalking game, hunting and archery practice with Daenlin filled my carefree days back then. My evenings were often spent sneaking through the dark alleys of Bravil under the instruction of City Swimmer.

I hadn’t thought about boys much until Varon Vamori started taking a fancy to me. I was quite flustered by the fact that the handsome dark elf wanted to spend time with a skinny big-eared orphan like me. No one had ever written poetry for me before. His flowery words, the gentle way he touched my cheek and his protestations of affection quite swept me off my feet.

One evening after I said good night to City Swimmer, I was delighted to find Varon waiting for me outside as I returned home to Nilawen’s shop where I lived at the time. We went for a walk outside the city and soon found ourselves holding hands on the shore of Niben Bay. He kissed me and began unlacing the bodice of my dress. He said that if we mated it would seal our feelings for each other. When I confessed to him that I was not quite of breeding age yet, he didn’t belittle me or call me a child as I thought he might; rather, he told me he still wanted me. My answer was to nervously raise my arms as he lifted my dress over my head and dropped it on the ground.

He then lowered me to the soft grass under the stars and continued kissing me. As one of his hands roamed from my neck to my knees, the other fumbled with his own clothing until there was nothing but warmth between our skin. As his kisses and touching grew more insistent, it made me feel wanted and even proud that I was the cause. I tried to welcome his growing passion. When it hurt, I bit my lip but didn’t cry out – not even a whimper. Soon, it was over.

As we dressed I carefully watched his face in the moonlight, anxious for reassurance that he was pleased with me. He then walked me home. On the way, I clung to his arm and chattered excitedly about our future and such things as whether he liked the sound of Buffy Vamori. I told him that when I was older, I hoped I could give him a baby wood elf. Varon was strangely quiet though. I just figured perhaps it had been as big a step for him as for me.

When I sought him out the next day however, he was cool to me. I didn’t understand. As I tried to put my arms around his neck, he told me to stop acting like a child and that we were through. He left me with tears streaming down my face.

Before long, Varon Vamori was reciting the same poetry to Ardaline. I never spoke of it to her, nor City Swimmer, Nilawen, Daenlin or anyone else. I was concerned that Daenlin might harm Varon if he found out the dark elf had manipulated my affections. Even more though, I just wanted the memory of how naïve I had been to go away.

It was two years later, and at Kud-Ei’s request to recover Ardaline’s staff, that I next spoke to Varon Vamori. By then Acadian was traveling with me, but I never told him about what had happened between Varon and I. This time however, I was an associate mage with a charm spell and it was I who did the manipulating.

If there was a bright side, I supposed it was that when Fathis Aren tried the same Dunmeri charm on me after the University, I didn’t fall for it. I knew that most elves viewed mating differently than humans did. After all, given how hard it was for us to conceive, frequent coupling was almost expected of young she-elves to perpetuate mer on Nirn. But I was a half-breed. My body was Bosmer all right, but my mind and heart were half human. I wanted a man or mer that I could adore and share my life with. Was asking to have such feelings returned too much to hope for?

As the painful memory faded, I realized my feet had stopped in the middle of the narrow street in Skingrad. My gaze was on the flower garden that hosted the stone statue of King Rislav and his stallion, Corsair. Why were my emotions such a mess right before my period?

I heaved a sigh and continued toward the guild.

The approaching clip of steel boots on cobblestones from behind gave but scant warning. "Hold, citizen!" The voice was commanding but not threatening.

I spun around to find myself face-to-chest with a soldier. He wore the red and black surcoat of Skingrad over his mail. I looked up to see that the dark-eyed Imperial was nearly bald and had the olive skin of a Nibenean. Most notably, he bore the insignia of a Legion captain. Fortunately, I was intimidated enough to keep my big mouth - which had caused me so much trouble all day - closed.

"Forgive me if I frightened you, young lady. I'm Captain Dion. I understand your name is Buffy and that you've been asking around about Glarthir?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm Buffy. Glarthir did proposition me for some mysterious task. I refused to hear his offer though, as I will be leaving for Kvatch in the morning."

"He's the town eccentric," the captain explained, "and mistakenly believes other citizens are out to cause him harm. So far, he has given us no reason to detain him, but he does bear watching. I appreciate your cooperation and urge you not to accept any offers from him." He studied my face for a moment, then added, "You mentioned Kvatch. I presume you're aware of the danger?"

I recalled Gladius Maro's response to the same question from me: There's a damn Oblivion Gate there!. Acutely aware of my verbal missteps all day, I settled for a more sedate answer. "Yes, I've been there. Do you have any word of how fares Captain Matius and his brave force of defenders?"

"No recent news from Kvatch itself," he said "but at the urging of Captain Draconis of Leyawiin, and with the support of Count Skingrad, I recently dispatched what guards we can spare to assist the effort up there. It seems several other cities have done the same. Why, just a few days ago, a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him. If I may ask, what draws you to that besieged city?"

What indeed? Doubts and tears threatened from just beneath the surface. Fears of a broken heart, flashing clannfear teeth and flames swirled through this emotionally charged elf. From the bubbling cauldron of my hopes, angst and dreams, there slowly rose an image. It coalesced into the man with the heart of a lion waiting for. . . me. “It’s where I belong.”

Aha! So Julian and Buffy have something in common! Besides being a sucker for a man in uniform, that is.

You did a very good job with Buffy's PMS-related mood swings. Yes, it does affect some women more than others (I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose, or maybe it's just because I'm crabby all the time?).

Studies have shown that women who live in college dorms do tend to cycle close together. I know that my roommates and I ended up cycling at the same time by Christmas, through all four years of college. Something to do with the pheromones we give off as our hormone levels change. It's all done on a subconscious level.

And I'm not surprised that Buffy kept her encounter with Varon Vamori secret - it's not exactly something you want everyone in town to hear about. And it certainly goes a long way toward explaining her hesitation whenever the subject of Savlian comes up. I'm glad that our paladin is riding with Buffy now, and can coax her onto the dance floor!

A nice discussion with a respected merchant of Skingrad. Well, at the least the parts that Buffy was not talking were nice! Oh, I'm just kidding. Once she settled down all went well with the menstrual discourse. Lots of world-building there.

You can't swing a dead Khajiit by the tail in Cyrodiil without hitting a round ear.
I loved this ES version of an old phrase!

rather, he told me he still wanted me
Even more do doubt, as it means no child support in 9 months!

Seriously, it was a good little scene of Buffy's first time with the smooth-talking Vamori. You portrayed him excellently. I can just see him pushing all the right buttons to get into Buffy's drawers. Then predictably, he made himself scarce once the deed was done, and moved on to the next young elf girl.

until there was nothing but warmth between our skin
Another excellent phrase.

And it is Caption Dion (I wonder if he is any relation to Celine?). I am glad that I am not the only one startled by his sudden appearances. He always seems to leap out of nowhere and shout at you. He once did it to me when I was sleeping!

“It’s where I belong.”
Indeed it is.

She wasn't lying there, lol. Really nice ending, Acadian !! On Dion - for the very first time in any of my games, Dion popped in on Maxical while she was sleeping in the upper Skingrad house - scared the living H out of me !! Lol, Great Chapter !!!

...a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him.

So Buffy's advice was taken? I suspect he might get over-protective again when they get closer.

Well that is one big secret . Its cruel when men fill a womens heart with love and then crush it. I could not imagine how they could live with themselves .

The copper color of her hair no doubt came from one of her potion bottles and - oh, Buffy, stop it! I hated myself when I was like this.

This made me smile. At least it’s only twice a year.

I felt magicka beginning to build in my right hand. "I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter. As far as I'm concerned, the only good necromancer is a dead one."

Falanu picked the wrong day to wear a black brocade gown!! What an absolute delight to see Buffy put her on the defensive, since Falanu has stunned so many folks with her surprise question! And how very Buffy that the unfamiliar term is just familiar enough for a hilarious misunderstanding.

"Oh, it's nothing like that, and I assure you that I prefer dead ones too.




I like the biannual elven cycle that Buffy and Teresa (and Lildereth) share. It seems that the lunar cycles don’t quite sync with the Tamrielic calendar, at least not in any way I could make work with the Khajiit Lunar Lattice. Abiene remarked that her time of the moons occurs about every two months. It’s good to be an elf!

I’m not at all surprised that Buffy kept the memory of her first time with Varon Vamori to herself, especially since the aftermath was humiliating. After all, it’s a very private experience and not a subject that comes up readily in sober conversation.


Why, just a few days ago, a soldier from Bravil passed through here with orders to Kvatch. Had a young woman with him.

Gladius and his alchemist bride-to-be! Yay, Sigrid will be happy to see her!

From the bubbling cauldron of my hopes, angst and dreams, there slowly rose an image. It coalesced into the man with the heart of a lion waiting for. . . me. “It’s where I belong.”

Beautiful!

I'm now thinking that when Aramir needs a bow to replace her enchanted bow "Earana" she might consider a new "Varon Vamori"

OT: Did you see my post in Buffy's potpourri?

Lol Falanu asks the question. First time I heard her say that I couldn’t help but sputter.
"I warn you, I offer them neither warning nor quarter.
A warning of no warning?
Whoa. Quite a surprise. I didn’t expect that at all. Poor Buffy!
“It’s where I belong.”
Good Ending.
You weren’t kidding when you spent last night teasing me about this chapter. Great Job.

I just loved the complexity of this chapter! It would be all too easy to paint Vamori as the villain, given his decision to take advantage of a young girl’s affections. But, like Buffy, we must remember that elven morality does not mirror human morality. What we see as reprehensible behavior was only a roll in the grass to elf-kind. Buffy’s desire to make future plans with her new love and her reticence to speak of the affair to anyone after the fact all derive from the human side of her DNA. Time and distance from the pain of rejection have given her the perspective to acknowledge that.


This is an interesting choice of word here. Protestation gives the impression that he was dragged kicking and screaming to announce his feelings toward Buffy. But then why would he bother with flowery words or gentle cheek touching? One could also take it to mean that Buffy wasn’t really buying the act he was playing for her benefit. But she denies this by saying that he swept her off her feet (not to mention what happens afterward). I would have expected an expert in speechcraft to ‘declare’, 'announce', or ‘proclaim’ his feelings toward another, but then I realized that this is Buffy recounting actions made toward her. I don’t think you should change it; I just wanted to point out that the choice of word fit the tone of the chapter and has me thinking that Buffy’s recollection is still tinged by the shadow of bitterness, thanks to the time of year and her half human blood.

Previously: After some sparks of misunderstanding with Falanu Hlaalu, the two elves discussed elven fertility and Buffy obtained the alchemical relief she sought. Already overemotional as she left Falanu’s shop, thoughts about the mechanics of dealing with her approaching period were the likely cause of a painful memory that surfaced. Finally, an encounter with Skingrad’s guard commander returned the elf’s swirling focus to her self-appointed quest.

Rider- Thank you. Yes, both Julian and Buffy experienced dashed hopes their first time. That is why you and I hope both women will return to the floor when the time and dance partner is right for them.

SubRosa- I’m glad that you and I have discussed elven fertility in the past, for I believe our ideas have reinforced each other to enhance both TF and BF. I appreciate your endorsement of how we portrayed Buffy’s time with Varon and his manipulation of the young elf with stars in her eyes. It was a relief to have her ruminations interrupted by Captain Dion!

mALX- Thank you (and Grits) for confirming that Falanu’s comment sharing Buffy’s preference for dead ones struck its intended humorous chord while soaring over Buffy’s head. I’m glad that Captain Dion’s appearance reminded you of the uncanny way he surprises us in the game.

ghastley- Thanks for noting that Buffy’s advice to Gladius seems to have born fruit!

The Lost King- It was both painful and vulnerable for Buffy to share her secret with us. Thank you so much for your kind words of support to her.

Grits- As odd as it sounds, I’m so glad that our efforts to have Buffy seem uncharacteristically b!tchy caused a smile. I expect SubRosa is as honored as I to hear that you find the elven biannual cycle worthy enough to incorporate into Jerric’s story via Lildereth. Thank you also for noting our reference to Gladius and Pelena, as well as your warm endorsement of how we ended the episode on a note of optimistic hope.

MyCat- I’m so humbled that Aramir named her bow ‘Earana’ and equally so that she might name its successor ‘Varon Vamori’. I surely did see that magnificent carrier deck shot you provided on Buffy’s potpourri thread featuring Buffy, Acadian and Phantom! Thank you so much!

KC- We couldn’t ignore Falanu’s infamous question of course and tried hard to factor in Buffy’s background and current emotional state in crafting that scene. Thank you for your kind words on the episode. They mean a great deal.

Destri- I so thank you for choosing to use the word complexity. I agree on the large number of moving pieces and currents in this past episode and you are just the master to draw them out. I particularly appreciate your recognition of the significance of Buffy being a half-breed; that, combined with her being an orphan and ‘buckskin-wearing mage with a bow’, helps explain her search to fit in and belong somewhere - even though she is routinely surrounded by those who care for her. I also enjoyed your thoughtful comments on my use of ‘protestations’ vs ‘proclamations’ which gave me much food for thought. I took your advice and did not change it, agreeing with you that it implies the current Buffy is thinking about her past after earning a slightly wiser perspective.



Superian stopped at the threshold of a stone bridge along the Gold Road. The ravine below had likely been carved by spring water originating in the Kvatch mountains to our northwest, augmented by seasonal rainfall.

Although the sun had been welcome on my back as we left Skingrad in the cool of morning, it had overtaken us some time ago and was now quite warm. The mare perked her ears and turned her head, nostrils fluttering. Although my elven senses could not detect what she did, I understood her perfectly. "Let's find that water, girl."

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We turned to the south and, as Superian picked our way down the steep ravine, could soon hear the welcome sound of rushing water. Finally, we encountered the small stream. Its precious bounty was crystal clear as it danced and splashed over the rocks that failed to interrupt its flow south to the Strid River. I dismounted and joined Superian in drinking our fill. While I topped off a pair of waterskins, the mare enjoyed tender grass that grew abundantly on the banks of the stream.

The inviting water made my clothes fall off (of course) and I took the opportunity to scrub them. With that task complete, I figured I could use a bath as well.

Lifting one hand, I released a resist frost spell above my head and allowed it to settle over me before wading into the cold stream to wash myself. I removed the sea sponge to clean it as well, but it slipped from my fingers and the stream quickly carried it away. Oh well, I had more. My flow had started the night before and, if like the few other times I had experienced it since coming of age, would last only about three days. At least my emotions were much more under control now and the potions helped ease the cramping quite a bit.

I climbed out of the water and fished another sponge from my pack. After a couple tries, I managed to get it in place. Using one of the new spells Borissean had taught me, I summoned a linen towel to dry myself. Once done, I dropped it on the ground, knowing a puff of yellowish vapor would claim it shortly.

As I looked at my wet clothes piled on the bank, I remembered Thernd's lesson on drying horse manure. I leaned over and touched a glowing hand to the garments until they were frozen solid. I then stepped back and dispelled the magical ice. The delightful result was dry greaves, blouse and boots. Smiling, I quickly dressed.

"I feel so much better now," I said to my mare and paladin. Having come down the eastern slope of the ravine, I carefully led Superian up the equally steep western side. We soon found ourselves on a small plateau with a breathtaking view. I looked toward the Gold Coast and, under a late afternoon sun, could see alternating ridgelines and ravines running from north to south as the vegetation gradually turned from green to gold in the distance.

To the south and far below us, the sun glinted off the wide Strid River. Beyond, rose the emerald mountains and tall trees of Valenwood. I pulled my eyes from the distant forests and unrolled my map. Once I determined our exact location, I announced, "We'll camp here tonight."

After stripping Superian of her tack, I groomed the mare and carefully inspected each hoof after our climb down then up the steep and rocky ravine. I then worked saddle soap into our bridle, buckskins, saddle and boots.

Quite a large branch had fallen at one time and now rested on the ground nearby - a veritable forest of dry firewood. I summoned an axe and managed to chop and break up a nice pile. Grabbing Slayer and my quiver, I then set out to scout for hazards around the campsite and hunt for dinner.

By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.

After my meal, I drank one of Falanu’s cramping potions then stood to practice spells for a time. Remembering Boderi's advice, I lowered myself to one knee. After a couple failed attempts, I successfully summoned my elven dagger - and emitted an excited squeal that brought a curious look from my mare. "I've never been able to do that before! Aren't you proud of me?"

Superian nickered affectionately and flicked an ear, which I chose to interpret as approval.

Placing my other knee on the ground as well, I attempted to cast the spell again. I couldn't even get the magicka to my hand. Frowning, I moved my feet and knees around and tried - unsuccessfully - several more times. I remembered Fathis Aren effortlessly making sparks dance at his fingertips while seated. Surely I could learn how to cast spells while kneeling; Boderi believed I could. Focus, Buffy, and maybe try a spell you’re well-skilled at.

With both knees still on the ground and toes pointed into the dirt, I lifted my fist with all the determination I could muster. White magic began to flow through my right shoulder and along my arm. This time it continued until filling my hand. As my fingers opened, the soothing glow of healing magic cascaded over me, bringing a very big grin to my face. "Thank you, Boderi."

I was a happy elf as I spread my bedroll beneath the stars.

Digging into my pack I pulled out a small brush and doeskin pouch. An elf's teeth could last a thousand years, but my mother had impressed upon me as a child the importance of not taking them for granted. I hadn't paid much attention until the first time I saw Cosmus the Cheat give me a big grin. From that time on, I was always very conscientious at cleaning my teeth. I had used a small flayed stick from an orange tree, but later came to prefer the bone brushes sold by Nilawen that were equipped with one row of bristles. Daenlin was well aware of my diligence; one day he turned his fletching skill to teaching me how to make my own brush for teeth cleaning - like the one I had just pulled from my pack. The handle was bamboo. One end had been split three times and each slot carefully fitted with boar bristles. The end had then been notched and tightly laced with fine silk thread to hold the bristles in place before they had been carefully trimmed to the same length.

I reached for the doeskin pouch which contained teeth cleaning powder. Fortunately, I had ground up a new batch the evening prior at the guild. The higher quality alchemy equipment that I preferred was quite complex. After having broken several of the fragile devices on the road, I no longer carried them with me. Rather, I relied on using guild facilities. The teeth cleaning powder was a simple recipe that Ardaline had showed me. The most important ingredient was dried iris flowers, well known for their magical teeth cleaning properties. Then salt to aid with cleaning and provide some coarseness. A pinch of glow dust helped with whitening and sparkle. Finally, some dried mint leaves ensured a nice taste and fresh breath.

I rubbed a pinch of the powder over my teeth. After drizzling some water onto my brush, I popped the end of it into my mouth and went to work. While brushing, I chatted to my paladin and mare about our plans, "Mmphlgl rgmphlf glgdrmph Kvth."

"I'm quite sure you don't expect me to understand that," replied Acadian.

I like all this mundane use of spells. Resist Frost for bathing in cold water, "Summon Towel" etc. It makes the world much more magical in general.

I'd worry a bit about her freeze-drying her clothes, though. IRL freeze-drying is used mainly for disposable items (like "instant" foods) so it made perfect sense for turning dung into fuel. But it has the side-effect of disintegrating the target slightly, like repeated freezing and thawing does to rocks. If she keeps doing this it won't just be water that makes her clothes fall off. They'll crumble on their own.

I then set out to scout for hazards around the campsite and hunt for dinner. By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.


Was that a fearsome Battle Bunny, or one of the regular kind?

I just remembered, its Friday, that means Buffy!

First off, I love the title!

Its precious bounty was crystal clear
A wonderful description of water. Buffy's musings on the origins of the ravine, and Superian's suggestion that they go have a drink, were excellent. Naturally Buffy's clothes fell off!

And I see Buffy is continuing her practice on summoning every day items, like her towel. As I was mentioning to mirocu on the other forum a few days ago, that works very well with Plato's belief in a realm of forms, where the true, ideal form of everything exists. Sort of like a cosmic database. Everything here on Earth is just a shadow of those ideal forms. So it stands to reason that one could magicka to empower one of those forms, and thusly cause it to take on reality here.

Some more world building too I see, with the Buffster's practice of magicka while sitting. Likewise with the odds and ends of brushing one's teeth. How delightfully perfect that Daenlin would instruct his young padawan in the art of fletching her own toothbrush!

ROFL !!!

Loved the worldbuilding descriptions and details into how a mage accomplishes the various accomodations we modern-folk take for granted !! Lol, the summoned towel was my favorite !! Awesome Write !!!

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A screenshot with Superian is always a delight. That looks like a lovely, sunny day for the inevitable result of Buffy hearing a waterfall. Although her resist frost spell could turn every pool into a hot tub. Buffy’s summoning a towel along with SubRosa's remarks have made me think hard about enriching my ideas of summoning and conjuration. So inspiring!


By the time stars twinkled above, I was feasting on roasted rabbit in front of a cheerful fire.

I love this warm, simple image. How beautifully put.


An elf's teeth could last a thousand years, but my mother had impressed upon me as a child the importance of not taking them for granted.

As they say, you should only floss the ones you want to keep. How clever of Buffy to make her own toothbrushes and tooth powder. I love these glimpses into the rich world she lives in. Even tooth brushing is magical.


"I'm quite sure you don't expect me to understand that," replied Acadian.

Always a pleasure to hear from Acadian.

This was a nice short episode. Buffy’s taking some time to just enjoy the little things before the Battle for Kvatch. Once she gets there, her life will be very different I expect. I feel like this is the calm before the storm.
The area Buffy is in now is one of my favorites in the game. That stretch of road is very nice.

I love the chapter name after the " * * * "

During Episode 131, Buffy and Superian found a stream near the Gold Road east of Kvatch. After enjoying some cool water, they climbed to the top of a small plateau overlooking Valenwood and prepared camp for the night. Buffy made solid progress learning how to cast spells while kneeling. She also explained that since the higher quality alchemy equipment she prefers to use is so fragile, she now relies on using guild facilities instead of carrying it with her. Finally, she started to reveal her plans for the next morning while brushing her teeth.

ghastley- I’m so glad you join me in liking the mundane use of spells. Oh noes! I hope Buffy’s magic for drying things works better than boring old earth physics. Otherwise, she’ll have to go shopping for more outfits. . . oh wait. . . maybe that would not be so bad.

SubRosa- Thank you! Buffy’s pack is getting a little lighter since she learned how to summon a few simple everyday things. She finally learned how to cast a spell while kneeling! I’m pretty sure that’s as far as she’ll ever progress through her positional limitations. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to cast while actually sitting, riding or lying down. As I researched ancient toothbrushes/toothpastes, I was struck by the notion that fletching an arrow tail and a toothbrush might fit right into Daenlin’s skillset.

maLX- I’m so glad you liked Buffy’s pause here as she shared some details of her everyday ablutions and personal chores with us - and how a touch of magic weaves into some of that. Thank you!

Grits- Thank you for those kind words! I so appreciate that you didn’t mind us taking a couple paragraphs to have Buffy tell you all about how she cleans her teeth.

KC- Thank you. Both this past and the next episode allow some shared quiet time for Buffy, her mare and paladin for reflection before they enter the bustle and lack of privacy of what will be an expanded Kvatch encampment.

Zalphon- Thanks for liking the eloquent way Buffy named the past episode.



Of course he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I finished cleaning my teeth and rinsed my mouth. "I'm sorry, Acadian. I said, we'll leave by sunrise and try to get a deer. I think we can make Kvatch by mid morning and I want to show up with a contribution for the stewpot." As I peeled off my clothes under the stars, my mind drifted to the day's earlier breathtaking view of the Strid River and beyond. I said dreamily, "Someday we'll go to Valenwood."

"First, we have to survive the flames of Oblivion," the paladin replied. For a fleeting moment, I thought I detected a trace of fear in his voice. Just as quickly, I dismissed it as unlikely.

Heaving a sigh, I gently said, "You sure know how to spoil even a brief distraction, don't you?" I crawled into my awaiting bedroll. "Good night, my paladin."

"Good night, Buffy."

"Good night, Superian."

The mare inhaled deeply then comfortably sighed.

A dark shape interrupted the twin moons' light to cast a shadow as it glided over the snow. Approaching the campfires of a small village, flames erupted from the low flying shadow’s author to streak across the ground. Huts burned and tiny figures ran like insects. The attacker slowly circled, no doubt preparing to launch another blast of fire.

From high above the horrifying scene, Phantom opened her maw and spewed a burst of blue magic toward the snow and flames below. The icy blast unerringly closed the range, adjusting course to intercept its target. Upon impact, the interloper’s wings literally froze in place and the beast plowed a long furrow into the snow. The villagers swarmed to attack the downed fire dragon and its rider.

A burst of flame suddenly streaked close beneath us. Although the fire blast was much faster than Phantom's ice attack, it displayed no ability to detect the ice dragon's cool aura or change course once launched. Even as Acadian's helmet snapped toward the source of the fire, Phantom turned her massive head and spit blue magic at the pink glowing origin of the attack.

Our rapidly closing foe deftly reversed course.

Phantom tucked her left wing and rolled toward our enemy to give chase. My legs tightened around her neck as did my arms around the waist of the paladin in front of me. I pressed myself against the back plate of his armor as he leaned forward. Although the smaller fire dragon could outrun the ice blast, no foe could match the intercept speed of Phantom. Indeed, she quickly accelerated past her own freezing burst of magic as we hurtled after the fleeing dragon.

Approaching her prey, Phantom rotated both rear legs forward while smoothly adjusting her wings, neck and tail to compensate. The dragons flown by the Ra Gada could not survive a high speed talon strike from the massive Nordic ice dragon.

Our target’s rider glanced over one shoulder just in time to give warning. The red dragon snapped left into a hard descending turn causing Phantom's talons to strike only air.

The ice dragon couldn't match the maneuverability of her smaller opponent and didn't try. As Acadian urged her into a sweeping turn and scanned to reacquire our target, three pink glows suddenly appeared on the horizon and were closing quickly. Their size and shape were unmistakable. A glance toward the ground confirmed that our fleeing foe, bolstered by the appearance of allies, had turned to rejoin the fight.

Phantom belched another freezing burst of magic toward the closest target.

Four streams of fire promptly answered.

With a word from Acadian, the ice dragon lifted her massive head toward the twin moons; her sleek neck, body and tail followed. Mighty blue gray wings propelled us straight up. I glanced over my shoulder to see one of our foes tumbling Nirnward – its wings frozen by Phantom’s ice blast. Upward we sped, even as flames began to engulf us.

I awoke with a start.

Both hands flew over my arms and legs checking for burns. The only source of fire was the flickering embers that had cooked my dinner. Superian stood calmly nearby, her coat glimmering softly under the combined light of moons and stars above. We were still safely at our campsite just south of the Gold Road. "Acadian," I said breathlessly, "that wasn't my dream; it was yours. Yet. . . I was there, and somehow understood things that only you and Phantom could know."

"I'm sorry, Buffy," replied the paladin. "Just as I experience your dreams, it seems that that sometimes I can't keep mine from you and our thoughts can become entangled. That memory is centuries old and I don't know what caused it to surface. Sometimes Phantom and I. . . relive things best forgotten."

"I don't mind," I replied soberly. "I know you need me to survive, and my body is a willing vessel that I share with you and Phantom. It never occurred to me that my paladin could be afraid of anything, but. . . of course you are. I realize now that you not only fear fire, but I can understand why. Your dream was breathtaking - and terrifying." After a moment, I added, "I bet I know what brought it on. We are headed to a place of fire. Is that aerial battle where you and Phantom. . . died?"

"No. Her speed saved us that night, but we were indeed later brought down by flame. It was never my intent to burden you with the concerns of an old paladin and his dragon. I feel sometimes we are much more trouble than we are worth."

"We're a team," I said. "You and Phantom flow and intertwine within every part of me. I-I can’t imagine my life without you. You led me to my magic bag and my dancing cobra. It was your words that helped bring me back from the brink of the Dark Brotherhood; yet you would have willingly accompanied me over that cliff had I not stepped back. You realized long before I did that my fascination with Daedra Lords was not for trinketry, but a search for the knowledge to close that Oblivion Gate for Savlian Matius. Your unobtrusive wisdom has helped me countless times, yet you unconditionally accept me when I fall short – as I did at Borderwatch and on countless other occasions. I'm gifted as a spiritual healer because of you, Acadian. I may have been born a butterfly, but the spirit of a dragon now courses through me.”

I added a couple small pieces of wood to the embers then used a third to stir the small campfire to life. As sparks jumped skyward, I said, “Let's sit up under the stars for a time. I can still feel that you're troubled. Would you like me to sing to you?"

"I'd like that. And I expect our mare and dragon would as well."

I thought for a moment. "Acadian, we've seen much violence and bloodshed in our travels, and more is likely ahead. I will open my mind fully to you. Come into my thoughts now and let me comfort you with a more beautiful side of Cyrodiil." I began to sing a song that Mother taught me when I was no taller than Nilawen’s countertop.

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Was that a dream of the paladin Acadian’s final moments in a body of his own? Nope, answered later.

It’s about time we learned a bit more about the paladin that has decided to travel with this particular wood elf.

I like how in the beginning Buffy dismisses the fact that a paladin can fear, and then corrects herself after experiencing the dream. In the dream a neat touch was that Buffy was on the back of the dragon, not just a 3rd person observer or seeing through the eyes of Acadian. She was just added in.

Good chapter and lovely music at the end.

"Good night, my paladin."
"Good night, Buffy."
"Good night, Superian."
Good night everyone Sorry, I just could not resist!

What a lovely flashback to the dragonrider battle! I see that Phantom has the same flight characteristics as a Phantom. This was a wonderful little sneak peek into the past of Buffy's fairy godfather. Not only because it sheds more light upon him, but the experience has also brought them closer together.

And finally, Enya for the win! I have been in love with her music since a friend of mine loaned me his cassette of her Watermark album. In fact the song by the same name is still my favorite of hers.

Buffy has a lovely singing voice!

The aerial battle is my favorite sequence yet. I’m in breathless awe each time I read it. The dream might have been upsetting for all parties, but it provided a beautiful opportunity to affirm the bond that holds them together.

I’m also pleased to see Buffy thinking past Kvatch. Some day I want to go to Valenwood, too!

I'm with Grits there - I want to go to Valenwood, too! Ever since I started digging in the Lore and learning about those walking trees!

Beautiful interlude and wonderful description of dragonflight. Puts me in mind of Anne McCaffrey's own Pernese dragons.

Nice touch with Enya. Somehow I'm not surprised by the choice. It suits Buffy to a T.

Very powerful, evocative write! The vision of Acadian and Phantom were intermixed between the dragon and the fighter jet in my mind, I could see and feel both in your telling. Absolutely AWESOME Write !!

I find this song very soothing, and I could fully visualize Buffy singing it... if she spoke Japanese, of course.

I enjoyed the brief look into Acadian's mind. No one can escape the up-and-coming dragons, it seems.

All caught up now.

Episode 132 found Buffy spending the night at a campsite just east of Kvatch. She announced her hope to hunt a deer and deliver it to the encampment the following morning. Her sleep was interrupted by a dream involving an ancient memory – not one of hers, but of Acadian’s.

KC- Thank you. I was hoping to show some blurring of perspectives in the dream between Buffy and Acadian and display the growing influence they have on each other. I normally try to be very careful about staying in Buffy’s point of view (pov), so it was both fun and a challenge to break some pov rules and swirl things up in Buffy’s telling of the dream. I think we are also seeing that, at this stage, Acadian doesn’t have all the answers and even relies on Buffy in some ways.

SubRosa- Yes, Buffy’s solitary campsites are crowded places! The ‘Good night, John Boy’ scene was absolutely inspired by that Walton’s clip that you provided. Thank you for noting how ice dragons and F-4’s share similar flight characteristics. Without ever asking, I knew that you were an Enya fan! I have imagined that Buffy sings like her for a very long time and it was nice to have the opportunity to display it. Buffy has plenty of flaws of course, but when her friends tell the little elf she has a nice singing voice, they're not kidding.

Grits- Thank you for your beautiful words! I’m so glad that you noted the unique and mystical bond between Buffy and Acadian and how the dream was an opportunity to help showcase it. Kvatch is fairly close to Valenwood, and I guess wood elves are just sort of drawn to it. I hope she gets there too – and before the end of Book 1.

Rider- I see we really do share a keen interest in Valenwood! I’m so glad the dream with Phantom worked. Thank you so much for saying that you think our choice for Buffy’s singing voice suits her!

mALX- Thank you for sharing your feelings about that dream. What you described is so very much what I was hoping you would feel! Thank you.

TK- What a lovely song you linked to! Thanks. Oddly enough, I do have some plans for a distant storyline that is quite anime inspired. Indeed, the first seed was planted when Buffy recently met the small elf with violet hair called Malin. Glad you enjoyed the glimpses into Acadian’s world. I’m both delighted and excited that you are continuing Derelas’ adventure!



As thin plumes of smoke lazily trailed upward, I could see Kvatch's encampment had grown. Rather than making our way through the center of camp to the stable area, Superian and I skirted along the tent city’s southern edge.

The metallic song of a repair hammer reached my ears. Outside one of the nearest tents, an orcish smith stood over a heavy table laboring on a steel shield. I could also see arming swords and several sets of mail that looked to be in various states of repair. The orc stayed her hammer for a moment and pointed to a multicolored pile of surcoats on the ground. “Tiberius, get those dirty things over to Tavia.”

“Yes, Batul. Right away.” As the young Imperial picked up the dozen or so garments, I could see that more than one had been marked by blood or kissed by flame. The boy wore a stag-emblazoned surcoat of white instead of a shirt or tunic. That it was too big for him was only partially remedied by the length of rope cinched around his waist.

I drew Superian to a stop, concerned. The familiar colors Tiberius wore could have only come from one man. As the boy with his arms full crossed our path, I called out, “Where did you get a Bravil surcoat?”

He didn’t stop, but cheerfully replied over one shoulder, “A soldier named Gladius Maro gave it to me. He said he never wanted to see it again, so we issued him a Kvatch wolf.”

I smiled, silently thanking Mara that Gladius was alive and well.

Leaning on the pommel of my mare’s saddle, I watched as Tiberius delivered his burden to a Redguard woman who seemed to be in charge of several teenagers washing clothes in a small stream. I could hear the spring that gurgled forth its treasure from between several nearby rocks to flow south. The youngsters teased and splashed each other as they worked, lending a refreshingly pleasing tone to this bleak place.

Lines strung between several pairs of trees bore the fruit of this laundry operation. In addition to normal clothing, there were numerous surcoats trying to catch a drying breeze. Several bore the black wolf head of Kvatch but I could see other cities represented as well. There was a pair of red surcoats bearing the quarter moons of Skingrad and a yellow one displaying Bruma’s black bird of prey. Still another depicted Chorrol’s Great Oak on its blue fabric.

Superian resumed her slow trek.

Further ahead and to my right, a Khajiit and several humans labored with baskets, shovels and rakes in a pair of small fields. The rows of foliage they tended suggested carrots and potatoes beneath the dirt.

Looking to my left side as the mare slowly continued, the maze of tents oddly resembled the tourney grounds that had briefly sprung up outside of Bravil. There was no music or happy banter of merchants here however. I could see that at least a couple of the tents were indeed reminiscent of the tournament. They were larger than the others and bore broad stripes that, although dingy, seemed quite out of place. Rather than the smells of ale, cinnamon and exotic treats, it was wood smoke that hung heavy in the morning air.

Shortly, the stable area came into view ahead. That too had grown and I could see several horses.

"Welcome back, hunter." I remembered the Redguard who was now eyeing the buck lashed behind my saddle.

"Hail, Bolden. Might you have room in your stable for my mare?"

"Aye. No overhead protection from the weather, but all the fine spring-fed grazing she could ask for." After pausing to let Superian briefly inspect him, Bolden extended his hands and helped me to the ground. "Is that fine buck for Weedum-Ja's kitchen?"

"It is. I didn't want to return empty handed."

We untethered the carcass. I had to admit that the summoned elven dagger had done a better job field dressing the buck than my hunting knife ever could. Bolden grunted as he transferred the weight to his shoulders.

"Here, this will help," I said as I touched the deer with an alteration spell. "It's how I got him up there."

"That's much lighter indeed,” he replied. “Start settling your mare in. I’ll be back as soon as I deliver this fellow to Weedum-Ja.” He then turned and trudged into the camp.

I led Superian toward the other horses. Two white geldings appeared to perhaps be Anvil guard horses. I smiled as I recognized Raxle, the old bay warhorse that had carried Sergeant Lucilius Marcus here. There was a small but sturdy chestnut mare with a blond forelock that almost covered her eyes. I suspected she was well-acquainted with the now empty nearby flatbed wagon. Another bay gelding bore the same Imperial Legion brand as Raxle. None of them took exception to Superian or I as we approached. By the time I removed and hung the mare’s bridle on a makeshift rack fashioned from heavy branches, Bolden had returned and was loosening Superian’s girth.

“Weedum-Ja promises venison tonight,” said Bolden. He ran one hand over the distinctive Equestria stable mark on Superian’s saddle, then lifted it from her back. “I had almost forgotten you were a mage, Buffy, until you cast that spell to lighten the deer. I take it you’ll be staying with the mages?”

“Yes, I’ve been transferred here,” I said.

“Well, you’ll find Sigrid’s guild has grown since your last visit. It’s now the big blue and white tent just north of the camp’s center. So how’s Thernd doing? Still coddling those trained imps that guard his precious Valley of the Horses?”

“He sure is.” My smile faded as I gazed up toward the edge of the plateau that hid the flaming Oblivion Gate from view. “Bolden, Thernd said I should tell you of my wishes. You know, in case something. . . happens to me.”

The Redguard matched my somber expression, then nodded knowingly. “Don’t you worry. I know how to get your mare home to Equestria if it comes to that.”

"Dame Buffy?" The voice came from behind me.

I turned to see a familiar face. "Lucilius!" I stopped myself from charging the Imperial and embarrassing him with a hug. Instead, I extended my hand.

The grizzled Legion sergeant lifted my fingers briefly to his lips then said, "Milady, it is indeed is a spot of brightness during dark times to see your face. Captain Matius told me not to doubt that you would soon be here."

"I'm so thankful to see you safe, Lucilius. How is Savlian?"

"I expect your arrival will brighten his day even more than mine. He was up on the line most of the night while I got some sleep. I expect he's in his tent resting now. Thanks in no small part to your efforts, our ranks have grown to afford some routine time off the perimeter for each of us."

"You’ve quite a few new arrivals then?" I asked, noticing that Lucilius now wore a white surcoat emblazoned with the black wolf head of Kvatch.

"Yes, from every city, save Cheydinhal. In fact we've put up an additional cluster of tents to house our soldiers. It's half way up the trail between the encampment and our flaming mistress at the top of the hill. Some of the soldiers are now calling her Oblivia. I'm on my way up to the barracks area now to brief some new arrivals on how to deal with what comes out of Oblivia."

"I won't hold you up then, Lucilius. We'll have time to catch up later - I'm not leaving."

A grin creased the Imperial's weathered face and his eyes sparkled. "I know, Milady."

As Lucilius headed off to attend his duties, I turned to see Superian fully cooperating as Bolden inspected her feet with a hoof pick in one hand. “She likes you, Bolden, and you’re good with her.”

We chatted for a time until Superian was groomed and settled in. She was in good hands. I knew I needed to check in with my new guildmagister but there would be time for that. Right now, my feet would accept no other path than the one that led directly to the tent of Savlian Matius.

Finally back to Kvatch!

Very different from the war camp that I was expecting. They’ve been there long enough that it is bound to be that people would settle in, even with that fiery portal so near. The only thing missing is the merchants.

Savlian is about to have a very good day!

I agree with KC that our friend Savlian is about to have a verrrrry good day!

You stopped my heart with that first one! It didn't start beating until young Tiberius explained how he came by the Bravilian colors. Don't do that to me! It's like SubRosa killing off Volsinius or Pappy!

Great presentation of how people adapt to adverse conditions and keep surviving. Something Mehrunes Dagon and his daedra have greatly underestimated. Even if they succeeded in overcoming Tamriel, I doubt that they would succeed in overcoming its people (men, mer and tailed folk all).

After all this time, we have finally returned to Kvatch. It must come as a relief for you to finally get back here, as it has been the driving force behind so much of the story overall. I am certain it is a relief for Buffy, even if it also means having to face certain other things that were easily ignored from a distance.

or kissed by flame.
This was a wonderful description.

I liked your use of the laundry to show what cities had lent their support to Kvatch. I also see that Buffy managed to keep her own clothing on, in spite of the presence of so much water! I suppose that so long as it is not a waterfall, she has some measure of self-control...

Weedum-Ja's kitchen
I read this and did a double-take, thinking of Weebum-Na from Leyawiin. I would not want to go his kitchen! Rat stew, rat flambe, country-fried rat, rat-on-a-stick, etc...

I stopped myself from charging the Imperial and embarrassing him with a hug
Oh my, she is indeed learning self-control after all!

Even a shell of her former self, Kvatch lives strong. Kvatch faced destruction once, and now again, but her spirit continues to give strength and hope to all who surround her. It is quite fitting Akatosh chose to grace this city with His favor; Kvatch is the one city in Cyrodiil that can never die.

Excellent portrayal of how life continues for those forced out of her walls. Now that it has really sunk in, it seems that most are just getting about with their new "normal" lives. But now that Buffy has come, and this time to destroy the gate, that life might be about to end.

The boy wore a stag-emblazoned surcoat of white instead of a shirt or tunic. That it was too big for him was only partially remedied by the length of rope cinched around his waist.

Yes, you stopped my breath with this! Thank you for telling us right away that Gladius wears the wolf now. Whew! I would not have been surprised if Gladius donated squares of his Bravil surcoat for hygienic use at the latrine. I loved the whole laundry operation, especially the light-hearted youngsters. Captain Matius has kept their trust, and I’m sure the barracks between the Gate and the encampment also lets folk relax a little.

It's half way up the trail between the encampment and our flaming mistress at the top of the hill. Some of the soldiers are now calling her Oblivia.

That had me spitting water and falling off my chair.

Right now, my feet would accept no other path than the one that led directly to the tent of Savlian Matius.

Yay!

Buffy's sharp eyes catching sight of her friends armor was a great touch! So glad to hear Maro was well !! I got a kick out of Buffy's feather spell to make the deer lighter - it brought up quite a few fast jokes to mind about the meal later, but I won't digress on here to spout them, lol.

WOO HOO!! Buffy running to check on Matias !!! Awesome Write !!!

Yay we are in Kvatch. I can't wait to, ....... read about?, Savlian's expression. I have been waiting to see how buffy deals with oblivion and Savlian, talking with people is so much harder than killing them.

I think Buffy uses magic to much *shakes head*


And can I get some front-row seats for "Buffy vs. Daedra"

Just kidding, I'm eager to see how it goes!

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Accidentally posted before I could say what I needed to!

I've only just managed to catch up so i won't leave any out-of-sync comments, so I'll just comment on the current chapter

Like many others here I am extremley excited about Buffy's inevitable encounter with Savlion. I wonder how he will react to her appearance Haha.

I must comment on this particular line:

The metallic song of a repair hammer reached my ears.

I'm not entirely sure why but i found this line extremly beautiful to read, the imagery created with such a simple discription is inspiring. Again, your use of Imagery is incredible; My favorite part of your stories

Buffy finally arrived at the Kvatch encampment during episode 133. The tent city had grown in her absence and she noted the apparent influx of reinforcing soldiers – mostly guards from other cities it seemed. Tending first to her mare, she began the process of settling in and renewing old acquaintances.

KC- Yes, our little elf finally made it back to Kvatch! As you can see, the camp has both grown and changed over time. I think you will see more of the pervasive influence of the longstanding siege defense wartime footing as we proceed. Buffy has so much to do as she begins to settle in to her new home and guild branch, but as you can see, checking on the hero with a headband is at the top of her list.

Rider- Given the concern we caused you regarding Gladius, I’m so very glad we resolved it within a couple sentences. Thanks for your encouragement on how we are beginning to show the encampment. It’s a whole new environment for Buffy!

SubRosa- Yes, returning to Kvatch is a relief – with butterflies of trepidation. Upon her return, we were stunned to realize how many faces, old and new are converging on the encampment – and how many have been influenced by Buffy’s efforts. Thanks for the kind words on using surcoats and laundry to begin to show how Savlian’s force has grown. Gosh, you’re right – Iron Chef Weedum-Ja is much more obscure than the rat recipes touted by Weebum-Na, and I don’t blame you for the double-take. Not embarrassing Lucilius with a hug? The touchy feely Buffy is learning self-control – but not much.

TK- Thank you for your epic observations about the wonderful city of Kvatch. The city, her defenders and residents have suffered far too long. Hopefully a byproduct of Buffy’s narrow focus on trying to help Savlian will be freedom for the entire city.

Grits- Once again, I’m glad I eased concerns about Gladius so quickly after bringing them up. I expect those who have guarded against that gate for so long could not help but name the flaming bane of Kvatch; Oblivia just sooo fit. I’m glad that, like Buffy, you have happy feet as she makes her way to Savlian’s tent. She did bring her sock drawer to Kvatch – you know, just in case.

mALX- Thank you! Buffy has so many friends at Kvatch (like Gladius) to catch up with and oodles of new faces to meet. We couldn’t resist working in a meeting with Bolden, then Lucilius, and references to Weedum-Ja and Gladius even as she first arrived. And of course, the man that has drawn her here.

The Lost King- Thank you. I’m so glad you are looking forward to the interactions that will take place at Kvatch. For when all is said and done, this saga of Buffy’s first book is ultimately a love story. There will be plenty of talking and sparks as well as some Daedra slaying.

Zalphon- I’m glad you’ve noticed Buffy’s gradually increasing reliance on magic. She could survive without her bow, but not without her spells.

Rihanae- Hee! I’m so glad you enjoyed the heavy metal music (TES style) from Batul’s hammer! Thank you for rejoining us. The Kvatch storyline will be long and complicated (as everything in Buffy’s life seems to be), but Savlian Matius will certainly dominate her thoughts and actions.



I held my face close to the tent flap and spoke softly, "Savlian?" Lucilius had told me he was probably sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. Receiving no answer, I slipped into his tent.

Lifting my fist, I bathed myself in a soft aura to illuminate the dark interior.

There he was.

I knelt on the bear pelt that served as a pad beneath the sleeping Imperial. A bedroll embraced his mid and lower body, while a simple beige tunic of undyed linen covered his chest and shoulders. A thin strip of leather around his neck trailed under the garment, concealing whatever it suspended against his chest. Fearing that I would wake him, I resisted the urge to kiss his cheek. Instead I leaned closer and deeply inhaled his comforting scent. The damp towel draped over a wooden chair explained the mild odor of soap. He had probably used the bathing tent before going to sleep. Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils, leaving me lightheaded. I wanted to curl up next to him but knew I should content myself to just look at him for a few moments before reporting to Sigrid.

"Menien!" The single word urgently escaped Savlian's sleeping lips. I leaned back barely in time to avoid his empty shield hand as it came up sharply to block some invisible foe. His right hand thrust forward as if wielding a blade.

"Savlian!" I shook one shoulder.

His eyes snapped open, revealing a mixture of frustration, anger and confusion. As he focused on me, his hands stilled and eyes softened. "Buffy?”

I smiled and nodded.

“I was . . . am I dead?"

"No, brave man. You were having a nightmare.”

"But you're here with me. And surrounded by a halo of white light. How can that be?"

"It’s a simple illumination spell and I just arrived within the hour. You called out for Menien."

Savlian rose to one elbow and his brow furrowed. "I should have led that ill-fated expedition into the damn gate. Because of my decision, Menien and three soldiers are gone. Thank the Nine we got Ilend back.”

I placed one hand on his cheek. "We both know that your place is commanding the overall effort. Had you led that group into the gate, you would have suffered the same fate. Then, without your leadership, the rest of the perimeter would have collapsed. Such knowledge is probably scant comfort and doesn’t help your nightmares much though. . . I have them too sometimes."

"Oblivion?" he asked, placing his hand over mine.

"Yes, of being eaten alive by clannfears. The nightmares are less frequent now that I’ve learned to hunt and kill them, but sometimes they still awaken me."

"The destruction wrought by that gate spreads well beyond Kvatch," he said. "I'm sorry you've been dragged into this, Buffy."

"I've chosen to be here, Savlian. I know how to close that gate for you, but there will be time for that later." As he started to sit up, I gently pushed him back down into the bedroll. "You need your rest and I should pay respects to my guild."

An acquiescing smile indicated he accepted my advice. "I'll be up in an hour or two to make my rounds. May I call on you at the Mages Guild then?"

"I'd like that very much."

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."

"I’m not leaving Kvatch this time, Savlian.” I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck. I filled one fist with dispelling magic. As I raised it and opened my fingers I said, "I'll put out the light now. Sleep well." I slipped out of the tent, blinking under a midday sun.

As I approached the center of the encampment, I could see the 'kitchen' had been expanded to what looked more like a troop feeding station. Numerous tables and benches were lined up under a large yellow and white striped tent, the sides of which were rolled up. Perhaps half a dozen soldiers in various surcoats from differing cities were eating, along with several plainly dressed residents of the encampment. I recognized Weedum-Ja, the Argonian in charge, as she labored over a hot spit tending what appeared to be a leg of the buck that Superian and I had brought. Several more citizens busily responded to her orders as they stirred bubbling pots, served food or cleaned dishes.

A Redguard in plate armor rose from his seat and arranged both a claymore and mage staff on his back. From Boderi's description, I figured he was likely the weapon recharger that Raminus had sent to Kvatch.

I caught his eye and said, "Excuse me. My name's Buffy and I'm with the Mages Guild. Are you Raccan?"

The Redguard looked to be more than ten years my senior and wore closely cropped black hair with just a sprinkling of gray. After briefly appraising me, he replied, "Yes, I’m Raccan and your name is familiar. Guildmagister Sigrid said we should expect you. Well met, Buffy.”

Encouraged by his warm smile, I grasped the offered hand and looked up at him. “I trust you had a safe journey from the University?”

“I encountered two conjurers along the Gold Road just east of here.” Contempt simmered in his words as he continued, “Foul corrupted mages. They tried to capture me, but my birthsign absorbed the spell one of them cast. Each then summoned a scamp and attacked.”

“So that explains the pair of dead Altmer I found just off the edge of the road.” Considering that we were standing in a dining area, I didn’t feel it necessary to voice my observation that one had been gutted and the other nearly beheaded. It seemed Boderi’s high opinion of Raccan’s fighting ability was well-deserved. “Their blue robes had strange markings.”

“Aye,” he said simply. “As I was searching the bodies, a Legion rider by the name of Falcedon Laenius came upon us. It seems this gang of conjurers isn’t content to sacrifice animals. They’ve been capturing travelers – probably for their demented rituals. They likely have a lair nearby.”

“You mean Dasek Moor?” I said, concerned. “That’s pretty close.”

“I don’t think so, Buffy. Falcedon said he once chased a couple of them south, almost to the Strid River before he lost them. He figures they might have been heading to Fort Agarctova down by the border overlooking Valenwood. You know the Legion’s story these days though: no manpower to go clear the cult out.”

“That’s horrible,” I said. Although I had not encountered them before, conjurers were known to be secretive rogue mages that favored Daedra - and blood sacrifices. “I’m glad you prevailed.”

“I hope your trip was less eventful than mine?” he said.

I nodded. “I’m sure your actions contributed to my safe passage.” I then pointed toward the northern end of the camp. "I take it that large blue and white striped tent is our guild?"

As if welcoming the lighter topic, Raccan chuckled. "Yes. I'm told these big garish tents that now house the eating area and Mages Guild are courtesy of Countess Umbranox - apparently left over from a jousting tournament hosted by Anvil years ago. Forgive me for not escorting you to the guild, but the watch team I've been assigned to reports for duty up at the perimeter in a couple hours. Since I'm new here, Bjorn – he’s the soldier in charge of my team - wants to go over some tactics with me before I start my first shift.

"Don't let me hold you from your duties. It was nice to meet you, Raccan." As we exchanged smiles again, I turned toward the Mages Guild.

I don’t think Savlian would have minded being woken with a kiss!

And then she has to wake him anyways. His confusion was a good touch. Nobody’s really with it when they first wake up.

I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck.
Yes, our Imperial needs some sleep.

Now to be honest the highlight of the chapter for me was meeting Raccan. This guy’s going to be hell on wheels when it comes to closing the gate and taking back the city. Those conjurers picked on the wrong traveler.

A thin strip of leather around his neck trailed under the garment, concealing whatever it suspended against his chest.
A lock of blond hair perhaps?

I planted a brief kiss on his cheek, then quickly broke away and stood - before my arms could throw themselves around his neck.
Yay for Buffy! Not only did she get in that kiss she has been dreaming about - well, maybe not the exact one, but it is a start - but she also showed an incredible amount of self-control

Welcome to the party Raccan! Quite a handy fella to have around I see. Why do I suspect that his news of conjurers foreshadows Buffy paying them a visit at Fort Agarctova?

The mess hall gave us another good view into the union of cities across Cyrodiil that has formed to defend Kvatch. Tents from Anvil, soldiers with every surcoat imaginable, members of the mages guild armed and armored up. As you said in your comments, Buffy is no small part for that coming about. Quite a testament to how far our favorite Dame has come.



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Nevertheless, some of Savlian's essence filled my nostrils{,} leaving me lightheaded.
I think this might read easier if you insert a comma above.

Lifting my fist, I bathed myself in a soft aura to illuminate the dark interior.

How beautifully evocative!

So Savlian still has night terrors of the attack, and of all those who died under his command. Mark of a good commander: remember your fallen. I am sure that the spirits that haunt his sleep lend him their strength against the Daedra.

"Buffy, I know this is a miserable place and I feel selfish for saying so, but I'm damn glad you're here. I've missed you."

Great minds think alike, it seems!

“I encountered two conjurers along the Gold Road just east of here.” Contempt simmered in his words as he continued, “Foul corrupted mages. They tried to capture me, but my birthsign absorbed the spell one of them cast. Each then summoned a scamp and attacked.”

Plenty of nice details about Raccan are revealed here in a very subtle and unintrusive manner. The birthsign spell absorption is just enough to tell us he is an Atronach, and his reaction to the mention of the conjurers shows us the Redguards' hatred of corrupt magic, born of their racial prejudice for mages.