mirocu- Aww, thanks. Things will get a little more challenging for Buffy now.

Renee- Thank you. Acadian has long been able to telepathically share images or even scenes with Buffy from her past. I figure he shares some of that ability with Buffy who augments it with her own illusion skill. That's our story, anyway.

SubRosa- Yes! Alvin and his furry little pals was what Buffy’s first effort reminded me of. And when you say her next effort was haunting, you once again nail our intent for that selection. Thank you.

Kazaera- I chuckled, for I have to agree with you about some of the embarrassing possibilities of projecting somewhat uncontrolled images could provide. Thanks also for recognizing the self-doubts that have always haunted Buffy.

Lopov- Thanks for mentioning that, despite our intentional brevity in the supporting prose portions of this tale, it seems that we have enough ‘details’ to help convey the personalities involved.

mALX- Thanks for your kind words as well as the spectacular moments you are sharing from Game of Thrones as you enjoy waatching it. What a beautiful picture you linked to from GoT! I want that game!

Grits- You always find the magic words to inspire both Buffy and I in our humble efforts. Thank you. I chuckled to hear you say that Jerric thinks of Buffy when Malukah sings in ESO. Poor Buffy thinks of Jerric everytime she sees a big blond bearded Nord - and since that describes nearly half the population in Skyrim, she manages to stay in nearly a constant state of fluster.

*

In the second episode (of five) in A Bard’s Tale, the efforts of Buffy’s singing mentors to slow her tempo and project a more sobering perspective of dragons proved successful as Buffy delivered a fine rendition of The Dragonborne Comes.



As Lisette lowered her lute, she smiled. “Simply beautiful. That is what I wanted Lady Pantea to see and hear.”

“Bravo, Buffy!” exclaimed Pantea. “You incorporated everything I suggested into an impressive performance.”

“Can I sing another song?” I asked excitedly.

“That’s the spirit,” replied Pantea. “Do you know Age of Aggression and Age of Oppression?” After I nodded, she continued. “The challenge with that song is convincingly portraying the Empire’s cause in some holds, then doing the same for the Stormcloaks in the territories they control.” She briefly glanced over her shoulder to ensure the recital chamber’s door was closed and lowered her voice. “Lisette supports the Legion and struggles with the Stormcloak version. In my travels, I’ve learned to successfully parlay my status as a performer into remaining neutral. Since it is not really possible to separate this song from the civil war, tell me your thoughts.”

“I cannot support either side," I began, "but my heart weeps over the futility of their cause. I trade freely with both Legion and Stormcloak camps, sometimes bringing them fresh venison to augment their meager rations. Some of them talk about family, home and even their fears.”

“Go on,” encouraged Pantea gently.

“I’ve had the misfortune of encountering their battles in progress – sometimes from much closer than I’d like as I quickly maneuver clear. To hear the battlecries of the Stormcloak front lines as they ferociously charge, with their massive two-handed weapons raised, into a disciplined and equally deadly wall of Legion shield and gladius is terrifying. All of this, while archers in the rear ranks of both sides relentlessly loose volley after lethal volley of piercing death. . . .”

A brief shudder ran through me before I continued, “On those occasions when I come across the blood-soaked ground and broken bodies marking the aftermath of such engagements, I bring my mare to a stop at the edge of the battlefield. I weep for the young men and women who may have grown up in the same village and perhaps played together as children. I think of brothers and sisters killing each other over the color of their surcoat. I imagine families grieving as they learn the grim news of what I see before me. So many young lives cut short. . . .” I conjured a handkerchief to dab my eyes. “And to what end? Cannot they see that only together do the two sides have any chance of stopping the Thalmor’s plans of conquest?”

“You have no shortage of passion, Buffy, that much is clear,” Pantea remarked soberly. “Can you understand and project some of the feelings that those who support the Empire have?”

“I had business with the court here in Solitude shortly after King Torygg’s death,” I said. “Having lost my own mate some time ago, I offered my condolences to Elisef the Fair. I believe my words touched her heart, for she treated me quite kindly. Both her steward and court mage eloquently explained some of the reasoning shared by those who favor a united Empire. I can try to focus on that, but I’m not entirely sure I can block my underlying emotions from seeping into the visions I project.” I took a deep breath. “Lisette, are you ready?”

The Nord lifted her lute and nodded. “Let’s begin.”

3:28 min music video

Wow, what a powerful vid that was!

What I loved best about this chapter was how Buffy's compassion for the soldiers stayed neutral; how she is still after all these years using her hunting to feed the starving men at war, no matter whose side they are on. That is so Buffy!

I really liked how Buffy noted that these children that grew up playing side by side were now divided by the color or markings of their clothing.

Awesome Update !!!

The folly of war.

Family, friends, the fear of not coming home. Even in heated combat both sides have more in common than not. The leaders remain behind safe cover far away from the horrible slaughter but regardless who stay on top at the end, war has no real winners.

Because war, war never changes.

I weep for the young men and women who may have grown up in the same village and perhaps played together as children.
Hadvar and Ralof always bring this to my mind. Both seem to be from Riverwood - each has family there at least - and doubtlessly they played together as kids. Yet now they are set against one another.

And another haunting tune to finish it off.

I enjoyed reading Buffy's views of the war, when Pantea asked her which side she supports, I expected her to stay neutral yet finding the reason behind their battle to be futile as only unity can lead to changes.

I agree with mALX; that video is really powerful and wow, how well done. Buffy singing in the background made it even more believable.

We begin with analyzing Buffy's singing abilities. Her vocal talents are known as well as her chipmunky voice, hehe. Lady Pantea performing for a wide array of people from all walks of life tells me Buffy can trust her judgement and whatever lesson she has to offer.

A nice song, that one. I agree with Mr.Crow and Renee. While Skyrim is most certainly a dark place, in a dark time . . . Buffy's inspirational music ignites hope and promise of better days.

Besides . . . how bad can Skyrim be when Buffy is present?






Contrast to the previous chapter, Buffy is already praised by her wondrous performance by both Lady Pantea and Lisette. This here caught my attention.



I don't think I have ever met someone in Skyrim who remains neutral to the cause. There probably are people around but I can sympathize with Buffy here. In a time of war, some venison, mead and soup and wonderful memories of family is all a man needs. Thank the gods for Buffy.

What Buffy mentioned about the children growing together, as mALX and Subrosa said, rings so true. Sadly, I believe the only time for fellowship for these young ones grown up is Sovngarde . . . when it beckons, every one of them dies. Sadly. This was a fantastic chapter, Acadian and the music is so great!! Powerful video!

I think Buffy would find that Vilkas, though in most ways the complete opposite of Buffy, shares her views on the war.

Buffy’s thoughts about opposing soldiers who grew up playing together and the sadness of bereaved families regardless of what side they are on made me think of lots of folks across Skyrim, but they mostly made me think of Buffy and how she really gets to know people. She is so empathetic, all of that heartbreak must take a toll on her. What a beautiful outlet for her to express a small part of that emotion.

I liked that Falk Firebeard’s and Jarl Elisif’s calm reason inspired Buffy when she sang in support of the Empire. They both talk about unity and peace. I also liked that the song’s feeling was overall loss and sadness rather than the rousing call to arms that the lyrics suggest. Buffy performed without glorifying what she sees as a waste of lives, and so stayed true to herself.

Pantea and Lisette are delightful to watch as they gently coach and coax Buffy to develop her gifts into mad bardic skillz.

mALX- Thank you! You know Buffy well, my friend, when it comes to sharing fresh venison with the soldiers of both sides.

mirocu- Thanks! Buffy does believe there are times when war is necessary, but Skyrim’s tragic civil war is not one of them.

SubRosa- Hadvar and Ralof were exactly who we were thinking of when Buffy talked about likely childhood friends now on opposite sides of this civil war. Thanks!

Lopov- Thank you! In this next episode, Buffy will talk a bit more about the war even as she tries to come to terms with trying to make her rendition less depressingly graphic.

DE- Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. I do believe Bethesda did a pretty good job in presenting the civil war in uncomfortable shades of gray.

Grits- I know what you mean about Vilkas’ views on the war. Thanks for endorsing Buffy’s own brand of empathy – you know her well. Toning down the sadness in favor of at least a little hope will be Buffy’s next challenge.

*

In the third episode (of five) in A Bard’s Tale, Buffy faced two challenges as she prepared to sing Age of Aggression. The first was a neutral elf attempting to convey support for the Empire; on that count it seems she was successful. Her second challenge was trying to control her own passionate feelings about the horrors, carnage and futility of Skyrim’s civil war, lest they overwhelm the images she projected; not surprisingly, the emotional elf fell short here. . . .




By the time I finished singing Age of Aggression, all three of us had tears in our eyes.

As Lisette lowered her lute, she said, “By the gods, Buffy. That was beautifully sung, but so much. . . carnage. I’ve never seen a real battle. . . I had no idea the level of brutality.”

I swallowed hard. “Now you see why this war breaks my heart. Each of those valiant young soldiers, regardless of uniform, believed they were fighting for a just cause.”

“Lisette’s words are true enough,” said Pantea. “Your rendition is, frankly, too depressing. A bard’s job is to inspire, not to engender hopelessness.”

“Inspire?” I repeated. “To encourage the Stormcloaks and Legion to kill each other simply delivers this beautiful land to the Thalmor who would doubtless purge it of any surviving humans.” I thumped a small fist against my chest. “Even an elf can see that; why cannot the Emperor and Ulfric Stormcloak?”

“The only ones who might benefit from emphasizing the blood and tragedy that you have shown us are those decision-makers who send young soldiers to war – and you will not find them in your typical tavern audience.” Pantea lowered her lifted eyebrow and softened her face. “We sing for those who grieve their dead or fear for loved ones in harm’s way. Your voice and images can provide comfort that the cause they sacrifice for is not in vain. The blood and tears their families have left on the battlefield is worthy of the honor your song can bring them. While that honor may be an illusion, the comfort it brings is not.” She studied my face.

I tilted my head. “I think I understand. . . but I’ll have to think on this before trying again.”

“Agreed,” said Pantea. “You have worked your voice, heart and emotions more than enough for today. I’m going to challenge you with an assignment, however.”

“I-I’ll try my best,” I said.

“Very well. Have Lisette introduce you to our Dean of Lute who will issue you an instrument and begin lessons. With time, you will be able to provide your own accompaniment. After some initial training, you will be able to practice on your own during your trip.”

“Trip?” I repeated. Don’t tell me she wants some dusty relic fetched from a troll-infested cave somewhere. . . .

“Your trip to Windhelm. I’d like you to gain some understanding of what motivates Jarl Ulfric and his Stormcloaks."

* *

“Welcome back, Buffy!” Pantea greeted me warmly. “I hope your pilgrimage was productive?” Without waiting for an answer, she sent word for tea and led me upstairs where we found Lisette practicing in the recital room.

After Lisette and I exchanged hugs, we all sat down to catch up as tea arrived.

“Tell me, Buffy, what are your impressions of Ulfric Stormcloak?” asked Pantea.

I let out a long breath. “I do have a better understanding of the complex man now. His charisma could charm an ice troll. Part of me – a very small part, mind you – was drawn to follow him into battle or even his bed. Another, much bigger part of me wanted to take a hot bath after listening to him in order to wash off the. . . oiliness that oozed from his words. His loyalty to the Stormcloaks and their cause knows no bounds, while his treatment of elves and other non-Nords is contemptible. And there is no doubt that he loves Skyrim more than life itself. He is both mesmerizing and disconcerting - the most confusing set of contradictions I’ve ever met.”

“From what I have seen during my few performances at his palace,” confessed Pantea, “I rather agree. More importantly, can you now understand the mind of a Stormcloak well enough to perform their song with passion?”

“I believe so,” I replied. “I’ve also spent much time pondering the wisdom of your words that I should try to focus more on inspiring my audience and less on the. . . grittier aspects of the war.”

“I look forward to hearing, feeling and seeing what you have learned,” said Pantea as she set her cup on the table and stood. As Lisette and I did likewise, Pantea added, “Lisette, I know that Age of Oppression is. . . a difficult song for you, but do you think you could accompany Buffy with your lute for us?”

“I do realize that it just a song, Lady Pantea, albeit one that praises the disgusting likes of a treasonous killer of kings. That said, I also realize that you are trying to expand Buffy’s ability to convincingly represent either side in song – a feat I will never achieve.” Lisette then picked up her lute and turned to me. “I will be pleased to accompany you, my friend.”

“Splendid!” proclaimed Pantea. “Now a word of discretion. Performing Age of Oppression in holds sympathetic to the Empire may be viewed as treading close to treason.” She closed the double doors to the recital room. “Ladies, you may begin when ready.”

3:14 min music video (song ends at 2:40)

Don’t tell me she wants some dusty relic fetched from a troll-infested cave somewhere. . . .
If this was in the game she would! That is what all musicians do after all...

Now Buffy is ready to sing for Imps and Cloaks alike. DE hit is on the head when he said that the only fellowship most will find with another is in Sovngarde. But depending on how you look on it, that is not necessarily a bad thing. A few years of strife on Nirn balanced against an eternity of drinking, dancing, and fighting in Viking paradise. What more could a Nord ask for?

Aw, you skipped the blow by blow when she met Ulfric, all we got was a summary! Buffy's description of Ulfric exactly matched Maxical's take on him - he hates Khajiit too, yet needed her services to win his wars for him.

Very interesting that they had to be careful of being charged with treason for singing that song; that statement set the civil war in my mind a lot stronger than the game ever did.

The vid = really loved how they had Ulfric's voice talking in the background of it, that was really effective! But more than anything, Malukah is one of my favorite singers; she is AWESOME !!!!!!

Buffy doesn't need all these lessons though; because she is at her best when her own heart is shining through in her songs!

Awesome chapter !!!

I know not who this leader of the Stormcloaks is, but I do know that Buffy this time was much better to display the message that even when it seems as the darkness will stay forever, sunrise is only moments away..



*sniff*

"His charisma could charm an ice troll" is a perfect description of Ulfric and his way of talking. Nicely done, Buffy, I actually like it that you skipped the part with meeting Ulfric in person because it was interesting to read about him through Buffy's eyes without him being present. While she probably kept most of her thoughts to herself while being a guest in the Palace of Kings, she could talk openly (but with closed doors) to Pantea and Lisette.

Another neat song to conclude the story, though I noticed that whichever facial mod the author was using, made Ulfric look almost too young for his deep voice.

Buffy just has to think "the other side is flawed" when she performs the two "Age of" songs. That's true in each case.

Her description of Ulfric makes me think he's partly Nibenean.

Ha, this is awesome...





In general, it's lovely how Buffy's just trying to sing a song, but winds up in a political debate.




Oh no no no, don't do that!

Gosh, Pantea really shines here as she guides budding bard Buffy.

Mesmerizing and disconcerting is a fantastic description of Jarl Ulfric. I like how some of his most compelling (and manipulative) lines ran through the performance.

My favorite moment was Buffy’s chest-thump. I wish Jarl Ulfric could have seen that passion and conviction. Buffy’s dusty relic line made me chuckle.

This Buffy story is a delight, I am so happy to read every installment!

SubRosa- Heh, I couldn’t resist the reference to the Bards College quests that are all fetch and no sing! Thank you.

mALX- Thanks! I’m really trying to keep the prose parts very small so the focus remains on the songs. That’s why we only provided just a snip of Buffy’s Ulfric impressions. I very much agree about how talented Malukah is.

mirocu- Thank you for sticking with us, even though Skyrim’s civil war is somewhat unfamiliar to you. If you ever decide to tolerate Steam, the next song/vid does a wonderful job of showcasing Skyrim.

Lopov- I’m glad Buffy’s impression of Ulfic seemed to match your own. I’m sure you’re right that Buffy kept her opinions to herself while in Windhelm! Thanks!

ghastley- Thank you. You really hit the nail on the head regarding the civil war factions. Both have sound points and serious flaws and I think BethSoft did a good job portraying that.

Renee- How right you are! Buffy just wants to sing and adventure, not get civil war all over her. Yet, she does have strong passions and a big mouth. No worries about Ulfric – I’m sure he’d rather sleep with his horse than a wood elf.

Grits- Thank you! I’m so glad that my brevity didn’t shortchange Pantea. I couldn’t resist the irony of an elf seeing that the only path to a free Skyrim is for the humans to unite against the elven Thalmor.

*

In the last episode, Buffy sang ‘Age of Oppression’ and managed to convey quite a bit of what motivates the Stormcloaks.

We now present the final song of A Bard’s Tale.




As I finished singing, Pantea nodded soberly. “Superbly done, Buffy. You convey little doubt that Ulfic and his Stormcloaks are devoted to both Skyrim and their cause. Congratulations on the amazing progress you’ve made.”

“Thank you both,” I said. “I so appreciate you helping me to improve and gain confidence singing to others.” I then managed a crooked smile. “So am I a bard now?”

“Not quite, little one,” Pantea replied, “but the Dean of Lute informs me that your progress with her has also been excellent.”

“I’m a mystic archer and, fortunately, my ability with a bowstring seems to translate to the strings of a lute quite readily.”

Pantea nodded. “Good. You will need it for your final exercise.”

“Final exercise?” I repeated.

“Yes, one that I hope you will enjoy. Buffy, I want you to now incorporate all you have learned and create an original song – one to inspire listeners and that reflects the wild magnificence of Skyrim. And you are to provide your own lute accompaniment. When you think you’re ready, you will audition for me. If I deem you prepared, you will then perform your song before an evening audience at the Winking Skeever.”

*

It was two weeks of hard work, sore fingers, countless drafts and several unsatisfactory auditions before the demanding Lady Pantea pronounced me ‘fit for public consumption’.

*

“Ladies and gentlemen,” began Lisette, “it is my honor to introduce the College of Bards’ newest songbird. Please welcome my lovely friend, Buffy.” She then sat down to join the audience.

The Skeever was generally receptive to bards and I was encouraged by applause as, with lute in hand, I made my way to the performing area.

“Thank you for that kind welcome.” There were now over a score of silent faces focused upon me, watching and waiting to see if I could deliver on Lisette’s promise. I felt the tendrils of uncertainty and self-doubt begin to wrap themselves around me. All this ‘newest songbird’ wanted to do at the moment was to fly away. I gulped.

Sensing my nervousness, it was Acadian who silently recited Lady Pantea’s words back to me, ’If and when I proclaim you ready for real audiences, you may rest assured that they will not find you lacking.’

The paladin was able to dispel enough of my fears for me to continue. “I am told that I have a gift for conveying images, impressions and memories via my singing voice.” I took a deep breath as I remembered my lessons on delivery tempo and not letting nerves spill my words too quickly. “The song I’ve prepared for you is a tribute to this ruggedly majestic and violent land we share. Since it is not possible to separate Skyrim from those of us who call it home, my song also features a woman I’ve had the privilege to travel with on several occasions. She is called the Lioness, for she epitomizes the untamable grace and power that characterize the very soul of Skyrim.”

After a few moments of introducing the melody by lute, I lifted my voice in song.

Music video. (Video is 4:48, but song ends at 3:30)

Yay! Now we can publically consume Buffy! Oops, that came out sounding a little creepy. Get back to the Wasteland Loviatar! No one to eat here!

Buffy overcame her natural stage fright and delivered us a wonderful lullaby to the often cruel majesty that is Skyrim.

So Buffy has Pantea's seal of approval and is fit to be consumed by the public? Quite the achievement.

Looking forward to see where (and when) Buffy takes us next.

@Acadian - By the images portrayed by Buffy´s voice I have no doubt that Skyrim is a fantastic place. Alas, I have both my heart and my character in Cyrodiil and if I want to watch the beauty of Skyrim, I need only to look outside my window..


@Buffy - Your talent is nothing short of amazing. You have a wonderful voice and an ability few can match that perfectly accompanies your talent with the lute. If you want my advice, venture forth on this road upon which you have embarked. I would not want to deny Tamriel of such beauty and joy

It took me several minutes to connect "the Lioness" to Mjoll.

Those would certainly make a balanced team, covering each other's skill gaps, as long as Mjoll knows not to get in between Buffy and her target.

I found the video was a bit heavy on the sound effects, and they drowned out the voice. I'll have to google for a version without, but that will probably mean no video.

Buffy already worked her fingers to the bone writing that song and practicing it, nothing left to eat her at all!


@ Acadian - What a nice chapter this was! I did love Buffy's song, but would not have chosen to watch that vid while eating had I known in advance she was using the "Bloody Mess" mod in her vision-projection!

Now I can't wait to see what is next for Miss Buffy!!!

Awesome! Glad to see she's conquered the guild of bards. *claps*

A satisfying ending to the Bard's Tale, culminating in Buffy's first song to be performed publicly. Lioness definitely deserves her place in the song. Well done, Buffy the bard!

A Bard’s Tale – Part 4


Criticism is met with a bit of truth here. I love what Buffy said about the brutality of this war.

You know, I did imagine she would have to go to a dusty cavern for some old tome or something. What was a surprisingly brief trip meant great results. She met Mr. Stormcloak, drawn to him in a small but significant enough way to uh . . . oh my.


There was a duality there when learning about the Stormcloaks. Buffy doesn't just sing but she goes in there to get inspiration for her work, the way many artists, singers and writers do. I love it!

A Bard’s Tale – Part 5

Bahaha. After all is said and done, here comes the original. "Am I done yet?"

Not quite as a final task is placed in order. I can say that the song captured me as it surely captured the crowd. Buffy, Songbird of Skyrim, Mystic Archer, Bowgirl!

Ooo, I was hoping for The Beauty of Dawn! Yay, that is perfect for Buffy! “Loyal hearts we’ll stand as one, and fight with shields of hope.” I loved seeing that song set to visions of Skyrim.

Buffy’s words about the Lioness were as lyrical as her song. Lady Pantea’s seal of approval is well-deserved.

I have enjoyed every bit of A Bard’s Tale. Congratulations to Skyrim’s newest and loveliest songbird!

SubRosa- Thanks! You bring up the interesting prospect of Loviatar visiting Skyrim. . . I’m sure she’d get on well with Persephone and the Darryl brothers.

hazmick- Heh, it was Pantea’s ‘seal of approval’ that gave Buffy just that extra bit of confidence she needed. Thank you!

mirocu- Long may Lothran roam in Cyrodiil, my friend. Please forgive me when my Skythusiasm gets too pushy. Aww, thanks for your kind words to the new songbird.

ghastley- Thanks! Buffy and Mjoll do work well together. Of course it requires a mod addressing her motormouth and another to tweak her stealth. I did like the vid, but you’re right in that it was pretty busy and had lots of sound effects.

mALX- Thank you! Most of the supporting vids I had to choose from did not spare the gore. Thankfully, they showed quite a bit of Skyrim’s beauty as well.

Renee- Thanks! Buffy sometimes plays a song or two when she stays at some of the taverns.

Lopov- Buffy’s always been in awe of women who can do what she can never aspire to. In Cyrodiil, it was Sir Mazoga. In Skyrim it is Mjoll the Lioness who epitomize this. I’m sure if she ever met the Warrior Princess Xena, she’d feel the same about her. Thank you!

DE- Thanks for your warm support. Yes, I don’t think Buffy could have sang for either the red or blue coats without first taking the time to understand the passion they feel for their respective causes.

Grits- Beauty of Dawn had me right at the title since Buffy is literally a Child of Dawn. Buffy is inspired by Mjoll in much the same way she was by Mazoga. I confess the woman in that song also reminded me of your own Jensa, whose stories I quietly follow over on the other forum. Thank you!

*

Our next story finds Buffy in the Riften area of Fourth Era Skyrim. She takes on a relatively straightforward fictitious quest involving a dungeon crawl. The tale will require two episodes.



“I was sent by the College of Winterhold in response to a message regarding Wylandriah. How’d you manage to lose your court mage?”

“Thank you for coming,” replied the Altmer who towered over me. “We’ve never been introduced, but I’ve seen you here in Mistveil Keep on several occasions conducting business with Wylandriah. I’m Anuriel, steward to Jarl Laila.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Buffy.” I accepted her offered hand in greeting. “Your message said the matter was urgent, but provided few details. I know Wylandriah can be. . . absent minded. Did she perhaps just wander off somewhere or get lost searching the nearby forest for spiders or ingredients?”

“That’s what we thought at first also,” Anuriel replied as she handed me a small scroll that was smudged with dirt, “until we got this.”

I unrolled then read the parchment. “Kidnapped! And the brigands want a large sum of gold for her return.”

Anuriel nodded. “Wylandriah’s abductors overestimate the depth of Riften’s coffers. More importantly, however, the Jarl is loath to meet their demands for concern that should we pay a ransom it would only encourage more kidnappings. Rather, she wants the fetchers’ heads on pikes outside our gates as warning to others. While our own guard force is doubtless capable of defeating them, recovering Wylandriah alive would likely prove problematic. Even more vexing is that we have no idea where she’s being held.” The Altmer looked hopefully at me.

“I have some experience in such matters,” I said. “I believe I can help.”

“The resources of Riften are at your disposal. How many soldiers and what supplies do you require?”

“For now,” I replied, “all I need is an item of Wylandriah’s to help me divine her location. Something she has recently held or worn and, ideally, of some significance to her.”

“Hmm.” Anuriel laid a pensive finger aside her cheek as her eyes studied the intricately carved ceiling art. After a moment, her gaze swept down to meet mine and she announced, “I think I know just the thing. Follow me.”

After leading me into Wylandriah’s quarters, Anuriel produced a gold and ruby amulet from the mage’s jewelry box. “I believe this was her mother’s. She often wears it to dinner here in the Keep.”

I closed my fingers around the pendant and my fist glowed briefly. “This should work fine. I’ve set Wylandriah’s essence to my clairvoyance spell.”

“Well cast it and tell me where she is,” instructed the steward anxiously.

“It doesn’t work that way.” I stepped back out into the great hall with Anuriel in tow, then filled one fist with magic. As I opened my fingers a pale blue cloud lazily swirled out from my palm, snaking a path to the main doors. I stopped the flow of magic, allowing the trail to fade. “That’s how it works. All it can tell us in here is that Wylandriah's not in Mistveil Keep, which I’m sure is no surprise. I may need to use the spell in town a couple times to determine if she’s beyond the city’s walls. Hopefully, the next time you see me, Wylandriah will be at my side.” Before I turned to leave, I added, “I’ll then be able to inform your guards where they may harvest her captors’ heads.”

*

My clairvoyance spell had led me to the kidnappers’ lair, less than half a day south of Riften. According to my doeskin map, it was called Broken Helm Hollow.

Perched on a boulder and relying on plenty of distance and overhanging branches to avoid detection, my eyes followed a mountain trail as it led up to a ledge. An arch-shaped opening among the rocks had been framed and closed off by a sturdy-looking door. A waterfall fell very close to the entrance as it sparkled, sprayed and plummeted from several hundred feet above to awaiting boulders an equal distance below. The area was guarded by a pair of brigands.

Releasing a fistful of magic, Slayer quickly materialized in my left hand. The bow’s quiver settled comfortably against my back. With an arrow nocked, my fingers addressed the silk bowstring. The large weapon provided the strength I lacked to manage its heavy draw as the staff relaxed its graceful recurve, bending until the arrow’s fletching rested against my cheek. With Slayer doing most of the work, I held full draw and focused on the target area until it snapped into greatly magnified view.

I could see now that one guard was clad in fur and armed with bow and dagger. His comrade wore tattered leathers and a mace rode at one hip. Patience, Buffy.

Sure enough, ‘mace’ stepped over to the nearby waterfall to fill a waterskin.

I loosed. A moment later, his archer companion was slammed into the wall of rock surrounding the cave’s door and crumpled to the ground.

‘Mace’ ran over and knelt by the body as I nocked my second arrow. After a cursory inspection, he stood, drew his weapon and began scanning my general direction for a sniper.

My arrow tore through his leather breast plate, pierced his heart and carried his corpse several feet back into the rocks behind him.

I slipped down from my perch, made my way to the cave’s entrance and searched the corpses. My efforts to ensure neither had been lost over the nearby ledge into the waterfall were in vain, for I found no clues that would help my quest to safely recover Wylandriah.

I quenched my thirst from the waterfall then crouched into stealth. Both feet gently blossomed with blue magic, surrounding me with a continuous subtle aura that would greatly subdue any light and noise I emitted – but only from those hostile to me.

I slipped through the cave’s door into the den of the kidnappers.

I like the way you make some sense of the Clairvoyance spell. Not one I use often, but it is at least more realistic than the quest arrow on the map!

Clark's story didn't say where they took Wylandriah, but it was a Companions rescue quest that gave me the idea for her part in his tale, and that was W in BH, too! I hope she doesn't find the whole team in there!

Ah, very interesting spell Buffy has. Wouldn´t mind it myself when I can´t find things I have misplaced



Be careful, Buffy. Failure comes to those who expect to always succeed. Then again, I know you are not arrogant enough to let that happen

Ooh a rescue mission! I like the way you used the Clairvoyance spell, and the muffling spell at the end will no doubt come in handy.

The Jarl of Riften misplaced Wylandriah? I have to admit, I was thinking the same thing as Buffy at first. She might be looking for those spiders she mislaid...

A nice description of the game's Clairvoyance spell, along with an excellent way of making it make sense.

Two shots, two kills. Hecate approves Buffy's sniper ethics.

I like the way this works...



And also the part when she draws the silk bowstring. That whole part when she's nocking the arrow .. I didn't know preparing a weapon could sound so elegant!

I didn't remember the Clairvoyance spell, and never used it so didn't know how it worked! That is so cool, this makes me want to fire up Skyrim and try out that spell!

I don't know if that "Divining" is in the game or not, but it makes sense that a mystic mage might have a kind of ESP like that; what a nice touch!

Buffy the Sniper!!!

This reminded me of something Grits was talkikng about a while back; about a random quest that popped up saying one of her NPC's she added (either Jerric; Darnand; or Abiene - can't remember which) was kidnapped.

I got a kick out of the city coffers dialogue, lol. Awesome Write!

Now that a Bard's Tale is concluded, writing about something more action-paced is definitely a wise move. As mentioned before, you incorporated a clairvoyance spell in this story in a clever way. A lot of effort was put into Buffy "slaying" bandits outside the lair, which is my favorite part. Looking forward to her trip to the cave.

Aw, thank you, Jensa still has a piece of my heart.

It’s a good thing Wylandriah’s kidnappers sent a ransom note, or everyone would have thought she was off with her spiders. How many soldiers does she require, ha! Buffy is the perfect deadly infiltrator for the rescue.

Anuriel’s mannerisms from our Buffy’s-eye view emphasized the high in High Elf, that was really neat.

I love the way Buffy showed her bow and Muffle spells working but earlier explained Clairvoyance to Anuriel. Both ways provided the explanation right in the flow of her story, beautiful. The sneaky sniper action is awesome, and no doors were kicked in during the making of this story. I’m looking forward to Part 2!

ghastley- Thanks! I do like the clairvoyance spell as it feels all ‘mystic-like’. I loved Clark’s rescue of Wylandriah recently in your fic thread!

mirocu- Thank you. You’ve really hit the nail on the head with your concern that things are going so well. When Buffy is ‘in control’ of the situation, has plenty of range and stealth on her side and things go according to her plan, she can be pretty lethal. When any of that begins to unravel, she can get into trouble very quickly.

hazmick- Thank you. As a stealthy mage, we pretend that muffle particularly cuts down on the noise and flash of magic use. We also pretend it has ‘friend or foe’ divination built in so that foes have trouble seeing her magicks when muffle’s active but allies see (to avoid hitting/shooting) her just fine (as well as explaining why her stealthy screenshots have quite a bit of flash/color to them – lol).

SubRosa- Wylandriah is a gem in her delightful absent-mindedness. Thanks for your kind words on how Buffy used clairvoyance. Yay, Hecate approves!

Renee- By describing Buffy’s use of her bow as elegant, you have stolen my heart! That’s exactly how I think of her tactics – but only as long as everything is going according to her plans.

mALX- Divination was a whole school of magic in Dungeons and Dragons; I use it as a more generic term to include her detect life/dead spells etc. Although this quest is purely fictitious, it is very similar to radiant quests that can be assigned by either the Companions or the Dawnguard. Thank you!

Lopov- Thanks! Buffy is a methodical planner and patient stalker. It suits her as a sniper - and is kind of necessary because she is both frail and easily flustered when panicked or things begin to go awry. My thinking is the same as yours; after so much singing and such, I felt a dungeon crawl was in order.

Grits- I know I’ve told you many times, but the way you hone in on things that I hope come through, and your warm encouragement are magical in their ability to inspire Buffy and I. Thank you so much.

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In our last episode, Buffy had accepted a quest to try and rescue Riften’s kidnapped court mage. She learned Wylandriah was being held in a nearby cave and managed to dispatch the outside guards before slipping into the kidnappers’ lair.

Now, the conclusion of this short story.



Once inside, I slipped partially into a Bosmer-sized crevice near the entrance. All senses were heightened as I allowed my eyes to adjust from the brilliant sunshine outside. Water dripped faintly. A rat squeaked in the distance. The mild scent of smoke carried in the cool still air. Light from the burning wick of a tallow-filled goat horn sconce was visible farther down the stony corridor ahead.

Slayer required a slight magicka drain to sustain its presence. Though less than my regeneration rate, it was enough to preclude casting other spells while the bow was summoned. I allowed the weapon to dispel.

One hand emitted detection magic for a few seconds, allowing me to note the distant red glow of what appeared to be a sleeping bandit to the left of and above where the corridor seemed to go.

Creeping forward, I stopped at the edge of the sconce’s circle of light to check foe locations again. The sleeping bandit had not moved, but two more red glows now appeared. These newly revealed foes appeared to be seated on the ground near each other.

As I passed the light source, a handful of frosty mist extinguished its small flame. I then continued deeper into the cave, magically pulsing the air every few steps to update foe locations. Ahead, I could see the corridor opening into a dimly lit cavern.

Upon reaching the stone chamber’s threshold, a fresh check for inhabitants now revealed my objective. Well beyond the three kidnappers was the seated blue glow of a non-hostile figure – likely Wylandriah tied to a chair.

I pulled the rocky walls closer and ghosted along the perimeter just far enough into the chamber to evaluate its interior. It was a medium-sized cavern, poorly lit by a campfire that hosted two of the kidnappers. The pair sat cross-legged, passing a bottle of mead between them. I could make out some of their words.

“This waitin’s gittin’ real old.”

“I figgers the gold’ll be worth it.”

“What if them snowberries in Riften don’t pay up to git their wizard back?”

“Gro-Balzer says if they don’t, we can have some fun with her afore he returns what’s left.”

Near them was a natural ramp that led up to a ledge. I couldn’t see up there but imagined that to be where the third brigand was sleeping. Looking beyond the campfire in the direction where I had seen Wylandriah’s glow was a rock wall. I smiled as my eyes fell upon a pull chain.

I then selected a firing position that afforded the maximum range this cavern allowed and a clear view of both fireside bandits, as well as the secret door hiding Wylandriah.

Optimizing stone and shadow, I patiently crept into position. Mentally rehearsing my intended actions, I tried to think through what could go wrong and how I would respond. Satisfied, I conjured Slayer, fitted an arrow to its bowstring and drew.

I loosed, grateful that the bow also controlled its recovery – ensuring a nearly silent hiss instead of a loud bowstring snap upon shooting. As my first arrow slammed into its target, the bandit was carried several feet back. His nearby comrade leaped to his feet and stared at the body as my fingers snaked a second arrow from my quiver and nocked it to begin Slayer’s draw again. After a moment, he turned and shouted, “Wake up, boss! Looks like we gots a cutthroat in our-.”

His final words were silenced by my second arrow, even as I was reaching for my third.

“What in the name of Malacath’s goin’ on down there?!?” The booming voice, reference to Malacath and distinctive clatter of heavy armor confirmed a great deal about the threat – presumably Gro-Balzer the ringleader - charging down the natural ramp before I could see him.

Halfway down, the orc surprised me by leaping over the edge and landing heavily near the campfire. As he briefly paused to glance at the two corpses, I loosed - grateful that Slayer’s magic could pierce the stoutest of armors. A heartbeat later, my arrow deeply penetrated the orc’s breastplate.

My first experience with a charging orc long ago had thoroughly terrified me - as had every such encounter since. Indeed, terror is exactly what gripped me as the orc remained on his feet after Slayer’s attack which would have killed a lesser foe. He stared down at the wound to his chest for a moment, then lifted his gaze to search for its source. His eyes swept across my hiding spot, then snapped back to lock with mine!

Cursing myself for allowing surprise and fear to distract me, one hand frantically shot over a shoulder into my quiver.

I was nocking my arrow when the orc raised a sword larger than I and charged.

Knowing how quickly an angry orc could devour distance, I aborted my partially-drawn shot. Bow, arrow and quiver evaporated as both hands filled with magic. By the time my paralysis spell was in the air, the speeding monster was nearly upon me. His mass filled my vision as the spell’s green aura blossomed. I dove to the side, narrowly avoiding being driven into the wall behind me by the momentum of the now paralyzed orc.

I rolled to my feet and summoned Slayer, even as the clatter of armor colliding with rock was still echoing in my long ears. I figured I had time for two, perhaps three, shots before the orc could move again. He jerked solidly as my arrow pierced his backplate. My next arrow thudded into a corpse, yet I frantically nocked and began drawing another.

“He’s dead, Buffy,” said Acadian gently. “You can stop shooting now.”

I severed magic to Slayer mid-draw. My empty hands then began to shake as I stared at the dead orc.

Safe for the moment, I sat down before my unsteady limbs no longer allowed me to stand. My heart was racing.

“That monster was nearly four times your size, Buffy. You have once again displayed the courage of a dragon.”

“He almost crumpled me like a butterfly, Acadian. I was terrified.”

“Courage is not the absence of fear; rather, it is action in the presence of fear.”

“I remember, my paladin.” One hand snaked downward and, after a moment, I reported, “At least I didn’t pee myself this time.” After Acadian chuckled, I added, “C’mon, we’ve got a mage to rescue.”

I got to my feet, dusted off my buckskins and headed for the far end of the cavern. As I activated the pull chain, a portion of the rock wall groaned and scraped aside. “Wylandriah? It’s Buffy.”

From the small compartment ahead, I heard her familiar voice, “Did we have an appointment? No. . . was it a delivery? I can't remember."

“It was the latter,” I replied. “I’m here to deliver you back to Mistveil Keep.” I summoned my hunting knife and cut the leather lashing that held her to the chair. It took an unlocking spell to open the null iron wrist manacles that prevented her from spellcasting. “Let’s get you home, Wylandriah.” She followed closely as I began to lead her out of the cave.

“Now where did I put those spiders?"

I smiled. “We’ll keep an eye out for fresh ones on the way back to Riften.”

"I have to remember. . . ward first, then summon."

“Sound advice, as ever, my friend.”

The Case of the Missing Court Mage – Part 1

Winterhold . . . cold, cold place. And looks like ransom is still a thing in Skyrim . . .

I like how Buffy uses magic to be able to track down. The Wylandriah's essence in the amulet was a very good touch with the Clairvoyance spell. Wow. Never thought of that. Like Ghastly said, it is much more realistic than an arrow on the map, and takes less time than tracking someone, say, by prints or smell . . .

Buffy's marksman skills shine here, and she's a good shot. I was waiting to read about some action, and she did not dissapoint. Now that the outside force was taken care of, we all wait eagerly to discover what is within the kidnappers' lair.

The Case of the Missing Court Mage – Part 2

Slayer. Love that name. Straight to the point, huh.

So, again she takes out to unlucky and fated bandits. First the ignorant one, and then his knuckle-headed pal.

Buffy made good use of the paralysis spell, and I had a good laugh of her relentlessly loosing her arrows in the Big Bad Orc. Just one more, just to make sure, right? Hehe. Poor thing, the adrenaline of being crushed and facing such a foe is both exhilarating and terrifying.



Words of wisdom from Acadian. I'm sure Buffy will take this to heart.

Once again Buffy delivers, pun intended


Indeed the old paladin is right; courage isn´t being without fear but rather doing the right thing even when it´s staring right at you, making you feel smaller than ever.

I like Buffy´s careful considerations before doing something. Anything can go wrong but with a backup plan at least you have a chance. Well done, Buffs!

How do you tell the difference between a totally paralysed Orc and a dead one, if you don't have an Acadian to tell you? You can't cast a detect life without dispelling your bow.

I liked the reminder that the detect spell distinguishes friend and foe. And works anywhere in the cell, even if there's a moveable wall in the way.

From the moment that Orc leaped down this story took off! This is what I've been waiting for; Buffy is at her best in the really tough combat where she is one shot away from peeing her self,

Awesome write on that fight scene, I knew she would make it and still couldn't tear my eyes from the page! Loved this update!







Ooh, I like the sound of that spell! It would have saved an adventurer in a Cyrodiil Ayleid ruin if I'd had something like that,

Buffy is definitely the picture of a l33t commando here, with her cautious sneaking and clever use of magic. Not to mention the time and care she takes to prepare herself before she starts the fight. Even still, Gro-Some-Balls the Orc quite nearly made mincemeat out of her. That was a good writing, as it showed that in spite of how good Buffy is at doing this, she is still not an omnipotent Mary Sue. She is a real person, who just happens to be really good at doing certain things. But she is still someone we can relate to.


This is so refreshing to hear. Lately I seem to be watching a lot of movies where people talk about being fearless, to the point of stressing how important it is to have no fear. I just cannot help but roll my eyes whenever I hear that. The person who is not afraid is not going to live very long. It is fear that keeps us from doing mortally stupid things, like jumping into the lion cage at the zoo to pet the kitties. Not to mention it is fear that turns on our adrenaline, and gives us the energy to keep going when our lives are in real peril. Without fear, our species would not have lasted long. It is only when you allow fear to control you that it is bad. The rest of the time it is a superpower.

Now it's time for a delivery! Back to Mistveil keep. Maybe Buffy will find those spiders along the way...

The first sentence made me chuckle because of the Bosmer-sized crevice part - good opening to the story.

I really like it that the first half of the story isn't about spotting bandits with Buffy's eyes, instead she relies solely on her magic and can discern whether enemies are seating or standing.

The battle with the Orc ringleader is also written very well, there are some tense moments as the brute is charging for Buffy and she saves herself in the last second.

Is this quest about saving Wylandriah vanilla or mod-added?

They do happen in the vanilla game, if you join the Companions. I have actually had "rescue Wylandriah from Broken Helm Hollow" It's a radiant quest selecting an NPC you've already dealt with, and placing them in a bandit camp near their usual location.

Gro-Balzer, nice!

I enjoyed seeing Buffy’s careful scouting of the bandit cave, especially the part where she mentally rehearsed her actions and backup plan once she was in position. I can imagine the hours of training that led to Buffy’s swift spell swap and dive to the side in the face of the angry orc. The pace of this part was beautiful, slow and cautious until Buffy loosed that first arrow, then breathless as gro-Balzer’s leap and charge changed everything.

I’m most often looking over the armored shoulder of the guy who jumps off the ledge. It was terrifying to see that charge from Buffy’s view, and imagine the slow swirl of green magic that gave her a second chance with her bow. I loved Acadian’s words about courage.

Buffy’s magic was delightful throughout. I love those practical spells that keep her backpack light. Thankfully Wylandriah seemed untraumatized by her adventure. That fog of distraction served her well. I suspect that she didn’t fully realize the extent of the danger, and the plans those bandits had to entertain themselves. Her familiar lines coming from within that chamber really made me grin!

Thumping extra arrows into the dead orc seemed like the appropriate response from my crew. One small elf went in to do a job that would have taken who knows how many guards, and no friendly blood (or other fluids, lol) was shed. Well done, Buffy!!

DE- Thank you! Over all, the two part story was fairly representative of how Buffy blends bow and magic to help compensate for her frailty and complete lack of melee ability.

mirocu- Buffy does not have the quick thinking instincts of a skirmisher; that is why her tactics are so methodical and she is always trying imagine plans for when things go wrong. Thank you!

ghastley- Acadian’s direct contributions are small, but he actually is an integral part of how Buffy does business. And Buffy finds him handy to have. I’ve grown to quite like the challenge that Skyrim’s detection spells only work while actively being cast. This has led to Buffy ‘pulsing the air’ for threats every few steps while sneaking as a matter of habit. I did change the spells to detect anything of rabbit or larger size that has magicka; hence, her spell can locate living, undead, daedra, even the steam powered dwemer automatons. She has a separate spell for locating truly dead (no magicka) corpses.

mALX- Aww, thanks! I thought you would appreciate some Buffy in combat stuff for a change!

SubRosa- Thanks much for the kind words. I do think of Buffy as elegantly lethal – as long as she is in control of the situation. But I also wanted to show how close she can get to being squashed like a butterfly when things unravel on her. Given how focused her skills as a glass cannon are, it doesn’t take that much for her to get into trouble.

Lopov- Hee! Buffy’s self-conscious about her size, but it does indeed make her a small target. This quest was pure fiction but, as ghastley kindly mentioned, quite representative of ‘rescue a kidnapped victim’ radiant quests that can be given by the Companions or Dawnguard.

Grits- Thank you. Buffy tries to compensate for her lack of skirmish instincts by imagining bad situations, devising plans in advance and relentlessly drilling them to the point where, hopefully, they’ll help when she might otherwise panic-freeze. I’m glad that Wy’s charmingly disconnected dialogue was able to fit into the story. In fact, you are right that her absentmindedness simplified away the possibility of Buffy having to deal with a ‘trauma victim’ and helped keep the scope of our story under control. Heh, Buffy getting panic-stuck on full-automatic hasn’t happened since her flare spell kept bouncing those first two rats around in Oblivion’s tutorial dungeon for several seconds after they were dead.

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No short story this week. Buffy and I have completed the draft of a major project, but I’m going to wait three weeks before beginning to post it. I have my spring pilgrimage to visit Acadian Sr scheduled next week and want to wait until that is behind me and I get caught up from my absence before embarking on our next adventure.

Speaking of our next project, it seems that turning Buffy’s quill loose to roam with abandon for a time really did help get some things out of her system. Shortly after we began posting these short stories, Buffy’s interest returned to her bigger story arc. I attribute that to embracing Buffy’s current Skyrim mechanics and applying them even when in the southern provinces. Regardless, while creating short stories, we have also managed to fully draft Book 2. It picks up right where Book 1 left off and covers Buffy’s time of recovery and discovery in Valenwood.

So. . . in late June, I will let this thread ‘rest’ for a time, probably moving it to our sub forum and begin posting Book 2. At one episode a week, that will take about six months. In the meantime, Book 3 is well underway and should be fully drafted long before we finish Book 2. Book 4 is. . . well, I do consider Buffy’s story to be neverending. . . .

Enjoy your visit to Acadian Sr, I hope all is well on that front.

Haa-Rei and I are very much looking forward to another Buffy book!

I for one love these little snippets from Buffy´s life and I hope the smaller, stand-alone episodes will make a return some day. They suit me just fine. As for Buffy´s bigger story arc and all... Well, I fear I will feel left out as I haven´t followed it as much which is of course a reason I enjoy her snippets instead. But we´ll see. Maybe I can jump in and make myself at home anyway. After all, the story is about one of my best friends



Have a happy trip and all the best to Acadian Sr!

I'm so glad you are going to see your Dad; even if it means missing Buffy (and you) for the next couple weeks


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Those silly rascals. Don't they know they'll never be able to get away with their capture?



Lady Saga and Bjorn Tubewyyld (my two archers) also do this. Like, if there's two enemies, they will rehearse shooting one arrow, quickly aiming the second, and shooting that one too. And what will happen next?

Well, we'll be here when you get back, Acadian! I hope you have a good time!

I am very excited to hear Book 2 is so close, and what comes after is underway! A neverending story sounds wonderful.

Safe travels! May you find Acadian Sr well and enjoy your time together. We’ll be thinking of you often while you’re on your spring pilgrimage.