Mazoga, there couldn't be a more fitting hero than Mazoga. Really did like this one. Martin's words were truly inspiring.

Martin is calling Dagon out into the street at high noon!

Your positioning of Buffy on the wall gives her (and us) and excellent position to observe what is happening in the fight. Buffy and the rest of Parwen's charges are clearly the heavy artillery/air support, decimating the enemy before they can reach the line. While the infantry are, well, the poor bloody infantry aren't they? It is actually much like my Pillars of Eternity battles went.


“Fire at will!” commanded Parwen.
Poor Will, everyone is always shooting at him!


The grim situation and my exhaustion provided fertile soil for the poisonous vines of doubt and fear that insidiously tugged at my resolve.
The poisonous vines of doubt and fear was a wonderful turn of phrase.

Huzzah for the Orcs! One does not often see fantasy fiction where the Orcs save the day from the Dark Lord's evil hordes.

Buffy reminds me of Apollo now. Archer and healer. She has the power to both take lives and save them.

It only got through to me now, that the outcome of the crawler being half-way out, and getting destroyed by the process is the optimal third alternative. We never know if Dagon only has the one, and this is that same one from Kvatch, in which case Buffy has some extra satisfaction in revenge. It would certainly account for no further attempts.

I was glad to see you actually describe the battle outside. I note that Hazmick has chickened out, and let Haa-Rei go in.

"Self-replenishing quiver".... that seems to be an Elder Scrolls Online reference! Unless you had a mod in your Oblivion days.

Good lord, this is more like Game of Thrones, with all these waves of enemies coming through. Even so, it's surprising that eventually they do run short of replenishment Daedra.

Wait, why isn't she going in to the Great Gate? Oh I get it. Those orcs are going in. Dang, I was hoping Buffy would save the world. One of my characters perished inside the Great Gate by the way, and I did not reload. Her game was infected by the A-bomb, and there was a door which would not open. Clock ticking down.... etc.

Ahh, the quandary we writers face when dealing with the conflict between the scope of a massive battle like that for Bruma and the limited perspective of our own characters. I have to admit when I wrote my version, I was strongly influenced by the Deeds of Paksenarrion and how Paks never knew what was going on except for the small slice of reality directly in front of her. That is why I had Martin designate her his sergeant of sorts, directing the distribution of troops, etc.

I had suspected your use of “attrite” was military jargon, and consistent with both the character uttering it and the context of the situation. I just wanted to confirm that it was so, and thank you for that confirmation.

I also liked that you told this battle from the outside, instead of from the inside. Having our glass cannon on the walls through out makes perfect sense.

I look forward to the healing/recovery sessions - I find them both a joy to write because they give us further insight into our characters, but also a grueling process, because our characters are in pain and grief. I wonder how Buffy will handle it. Probably better than Julian did!

Wow, what a tense episode that was! So riders from the north were the Knights of the White Stallion! Quite a contingent arrived to battle against the Daedra!

This episode was one of those that you just must read at once from the beginning to the end, because it makes you too curious what would happen next.

All hail Mazoga and Agronak, the Heroes of Bruma!

Previously- The arrival of Martin’s full army in Bruma, along with a taunting challenge issued to Mehrunes Dagon, worked as intended. Several Oblivion Gates, followed by a Great Gate opened. The desperate battle that followed was finally ended as Sirs Mazoga and Agronak successfully closed the Great Gate, emerging with their objective – a great sigil stone. Buffy headed for the chapel-turned-hospital to join healers and priests dealing with the casualties.

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macole- You are right that Mazoga makes for an imposing hero. One often admires and envies that which one can never aspire to attain. So it is with the mutual affection between Mazoga the intrepid warrior and Buffy the clever but frail mystic archer.

SubRosa- Buffy’s role during the actual battle seemed a natural for her skillset but you are right; it gave her a great vantage from which to share a fairly complete picture of events as they unfolded.

ghastley- Interesting theory that Dagon may only have one siege crawler and this one was reused from Kvatch. I do like to think that the big delay between Kvatch and the crisis really kicking off was that Dagon used that time to amass a large supply of sigil stones before kicking things into high gear.

Renee- You are right that Buffy’s self-replenishing quiver is a nod to ESO. Mazoga, like Xena, is a natural hero/champion type. Buffy is more like Gabriel – better suited to supporting the hero.

Rider- I recall Julian’s wonderful rendition of this battle. And who could forget Teresa’s spectacular aerial account? I’m so glad that the choices we made to portray it in Buffy’s story seem to have been effective.

Lopov- Though the Knights of the White Stallion were the lead element of Martin’s army, the bulk of his forces are Legion soldiers assigned from The Imperial City. Augmented of course by Blades, contingents from multiple cities and both guilds. Mazoga and Agronak make quite the pair as Martin’s champions.



“I’m glad you’re here, Buffy,” welcomed Carahil. The Altmeri guildmagister from Anvil was both an effective leader and skilled healer. She was a perfect choice to coordinate our guild’s healing efforts with those of the city’s priests. Her face was drawn with exhaustion and, rather than an elegant gown, she wore a simple blue guild robe that was liberally stained with the blood of many patients. Her long blond hair, which I was used to seeing stylishly coifed, was simply restrained into a ponytail by a strip of bandage.

“It’s good to see you again, Guildmagister. How can I aid your task here?”

“Cassius Vinipter relayed Boderi’s notes on your abilities to me,” she replied. “I know you’re a skilled healer but I also know that you do so through an empathic bond with your patients. I understand it allows for superb diagnostic accuracy but your actual healing requires channeling a good deal of your patients’ pain into yourself. That type of healing will exhaust or kill you given the magnitude of our patient flow and severity of some of their wounds.” Before I could protest, she continued, “I want to optimize your abilities by having you take over our triage process. Establish your healing bond with a patient and evaluate their injuries. Then, pass along your assessment of the type healing and urgency required and move on to the next patient. I don’t have time to debate this right now, Buffy. Can you do it?”

“I’ll get started right away, Guildmagister.”

After assessing the wounds of several patients, and with more being carried in, I had to agree with Carahil. I was confident in the precision of my diagnoses, but actually healing the number of grievous wounds we were dealing with would have rapidly drained both my magicka and life force to the point of rendering me a liability. Better to let other mages use non-empathic restoration magic (which I had always struggled with) and for the priests to use their Divine-assisted abilities which included the chapel’s healing altar of Talos.

Though we lost some of our patients, we were able to save many more. Once all the wounded had been brought in, evaluated and were being cared for, Carahil allowed me to heal minor wounds and even block pain with illusion magic for some of the terminally injured.

After leaning or kneeling over so many patients, I stood to arch and stretch my back. From behind, a massive gauntleted hand engulfed my shoulder. I turned to look up at Sir Mazoga, her face streaked with soot and blood. She quickly assured me, “Agronak and I are uninjured.”

“You two were magnificent!” I said. “You saved an entire city.”

“We were all magnificent, Buff. Two knights died during the battle.” Mazoga looked around the chapel. “Sir Flavius asked me to check on three others who were wounded.”

“All three will fully recover,” I said. “They’re resting now but should be awake for visitors within an hour or two.”

“Thanks, Buff. Sir Flavius’ll be by to check on them later then. Martin has the final artifact now and can soon open a portal so me and Agronak can enter the domain of Mankar Camoran to retrieve the Amulet of Kings. He’ll then march on The Imperial City to be recognized by the Council and relight the Dragonfires.”

I reached up and touched her face. “Be careful, my friend, and I look forward to seeing you in The Imperial City.”

She stared at me for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed my forehead before turning and heading for the chapel door.

“Your job here is done, Buffy,” notified Carahil with a tired smile. “Thank you for the help. Your healing is certainly unique but I don’t know anyone who can diagnose injuries as well as you. Please check with Cassius Vinipter since he’s in charge of the guild’s overall effort here.”

“Thank you, Carahil. I’ll do that.”

The battlemage was easy to find near the city’s main gate. “Carahil has released me from the chapel and asked that I to report to you.”

“Welcome news indeed,” Cassius replied. “That must mean all the wounded have been seen and are being treated?”

“Aye. Carahil placed me in charge of the triage process and that’s complete now. We lost a few but saved many more. Some of the wounded will require several days of care and rest in the chapel before they’re ready to fight again.”

He nodded. “Hopefully, we’ve got at least a couple days before Martin’s ready to march south. He’s already asked several units to precede him to The Imperial City to bolster Legion preparations. If Mehrunes Dagon causes more trouble it will likely be there.”

“How can I help, Cassius?”

“Bruma’s guildmagister, Jeanne Frasoric, has already dispatched a magic courier dove to the University to let them know of our success here. I’d like you to head there directly and provide Boderi Farano a more detailed accounting, as well as update her on Martin’s plans.”

I glanced up briefly at the early afternoon sun. “I’ll leave within the hour.”

I stopped at Olav’s Tap and Tack to buy some traveling provisions and have my waterskin filled. While there, the door burst open and over a dozen Knights of the White Stallion strode in.

“Whiskey for my knights and beer for our horses!” boomed the Order’s Knight Commander. Despite the bravado of their entrance, the faces of the knights were grim.

“Well met, Sir Flavius,” I said, “Your knights made a decisive difference today and the three brought to us in the chapel should be ready for duty as early as tomorrow or, more likely, the day after. I’m so very sorry for the two you lost on the field of battle.”

“Your condolences are most welcome, Dame Buffy. I thank you and the other healers for the fine care our wounded received. Will you stay in Bruma long?”

I shook my head. “I’ll ride for the Arcane University within the hour. You?”

“Mazoga and Agronak will remain up in this area until they recover the Amulet of Kings. Martin has asked the rest of us to precede him to The Imperial City as soon as our wounded are ready to ride. He anticipates the next battle will be there.”

“I think he’s right,” I replied.

“Will you join us in a toast to our fallen before you ride?”

I noticed Olav had covered the bar with shot glasses of whiskey. “I’d be honored. Then I must be on my way.”

We all lifted a glass as Flavius loudly announced, “Divines, we entrust to your care the spirits of Sir Keld and Dame Elsbeth. They died with courage and honor that others might live. Ensure they enjoy a well-earned rest.”

“To fallen comrades,” soberly chorused the knights before we all downed our shots.

As I coughed, sputtered and my eyes watered from the whiskey, Flavius gently clapped me on the back a couple times. A chuckle escaped his lips before he could say, “Safe travels, Milady.”

“You as well, Milord,” I managed to hoarsely reply before slipping out the door. Once outside I cast a spell to remove the fire in my throat and forestall the whiskey’s likely effects on the mind of an elf with an otherwise empty stomach and scant body weight of six stone. I quickly recovered then whispered, “Superian, I need you.” The spirit of my precious mare flowed from within and quickly took physical form. After an affectionate greeting, I mounted and we rode out of the city.

We passed a sizable contingent of soldiers also leaving Bruma. They too were headed south, for The Imperial City, they informed me. It was a reminder that, though this battle was behind us, the war would not be over until the Dragonfires in the Temple of the One were relit. At a glance from me, Kitsune teleported herself to her customary spot in front of my lap. I then urged Superian into a sustainable canter and we quickly outdistanced the soldiers. I hoped to make the Arcane University before dark.

Carahil has taken off her elegant gown and gotten down to the dirty business of saving lives I see. One might easily think her a snob from first meeting her. But here you show that there is more to her than rules and creating a pretty picture of elven perfection.

Even as Carahil was reviewing Buffy's healing abilities, I was thinking triage would be ideal for her. And there it was.

It looks like Buffy will be seeing more of Sir Flavius in the Imperial City. I am sure her visit there will be nice and quiet!

Clever of Buffy to have an anti-alcohol spell! January might want to learn one of those some day.

I loved this episode for the way the aftermath was handled. As a medical professional, I might have handled the chapel scene with Carahil a little bit differently, but well done! Brings to mind scenes of field hospitals from the American Civil War . . .


“Whiskey for my knights and beer for our horses!” Indeed! Let's not forget those gallant four legged partners!

My internal editor's broken out of his gimp outfit long enough to complain about He insists that this is confusing, as it seems to be first Buffy as the subject, then Kitsune as the subject, in the same sentence. I would diplomatically interject that perhaps you might consider rewriting this as or perhaps

Overall, I continue to enjoy Buffy's version of Oblivion Crisis events! It makes me want to get that downloadable copy of Oblivion from the Bethsoft store and get it up and running on my Bootcamp alongside Skyrim!

Carahil is a good and passionate doctor, especially if she doesn't mind her outfit getting dirty. I wouldn't trust a doc with a too clean uniform.

Looks like that Buffy is very good at triage among others!

Was Lothran at Olav's too? I assume not.

Soon it'll be over for Mankar Camoran and his family, I don't doubt that Mazoga & Agronak will defeat him. Looks like that Buffy will already be in the Imperial City, when Mehrunes himself will visit the Nirn.

Episode 29: My favorite detail in this calm before the storm was that the Oblivion Gates would take care of the sunrise glare problem. I felt I was right there with Buffy and Kitsune throughout.

Episode 30: I love that Buffy forgot Jauffre’s name. After all, a lot has happened in her life since she left his company, none of it having to do with him! Buffy’s position on the wall gave us a great view of the battle, and it made perfect sense for her to be there. I was breathless from Martin’s speech until Sirs Mazoga and Agronak emerged with the stone. I absolutely loved it! Buffy’s poisonous vines of doubt and fear tugged at me as well, though I was pretty sure she would survive. Huzzah! What an episode!

Episode 31: Excellent to see Carahil in work clothes and a ponytail. What she preaches in Anvil, she puts into practice here. Astute of her to keep Buffy from burning herself out. I’m sure Buffy did more for the wounded by moving them through triage than she could have by healing a few herself.

I reached up and touched her face. “Be careful, my friend, and I look forward to seeing you in The Imperial City.”

She stared at me for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed my forehead before turning and heading for the chapel door.

What a warm and lovely moment, but I can’t help but feel one of those troublesome vines of dread.

Buffy’s sober-up spell is my new favorite! I adore her practical magic. Superian passing the soldiers was the perfect way to end this significant series of events while moving toward what happens next. Wow!

Previously- After the Battle for Bruma, Buffy performed triage duty in support of the healers and priests at the chapel. Once her tasks there were complete, she was asked to return to the University and update Boderi Farano on the situation in Bruma and Martin’s current plans.

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SubRosa- It was encouraging to hear that Carahil’s comments about Buffy’s skills successfully foreshadowed her assignment to triage duty. That shot of whiskey would have been quite the shock to Buffy’s small and unaccustomed system without a bit of arcane intervention.

Rider- ‘Whiskey for my knights and beer for our horses’ came to mind when I first created Sir Flavius and his role as White Stallion Knight Commander. It just took this far into the book to find a place where we could work it in. Thank you for your insightful ideas to help clarify that sentence about Kitsune’s positioning – I gratefully used one of your recommended alternatives.

Lopov- As Carahil rather concisely described, the nature of Buffy’s healing is both a blessing and curse. It will quite dramatically take center stage again late in the book.

Grits-As ever, thanks for highlighting some of the details that you found memorable. You are quite astute to note that the tender moment shared by Buffy and Mazoga before they parted does indeed foreshadow a great challenge ahead for all three of them. But it is from just such crucibles that paladins are born.

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All- Now on to the final six episodes of our book, which will usher in a new era – both for Tamriel and for Buffy.




After a much-needed bath and warm dinner I made my way to the University’s chapel. I knew I would see Boderi the following morning and that she would ask if I had yet declared to the Divines my desire to become a paladin.

This time of night the small chapel was deserted. Nine altars – each with a lamp burning above it – lined the walls. I lowered myself to one knee in the center of the chapel. Remembering what Boderi had told me, I said, “Divines, I hope you can hear my words. Both Acadian and Boderi Farano are your paladins and believe that my path may include such service to you. Azura concurs, and has lifted her spiritual warding that my heart will be open to you. I am but a small wood elf and no stranger to fears and self-doubts. Yet I believe I know the difference between good and evil and which of those sides I’m on. If called by you to serve as a paladin, I will embrace and try to live up to the role.”

Though subtle, it was unmistakable – all nine lamps briefly brightened. They had heard me! For the first time in my life, certainty about the Nine entered my heart. That was enough for now.

The following morning, after a hearty breakfast of porridge and sausage in the University’s dining room, I joined Boderi in her parlor and we shared a pot of bergamot tea. I provided details of what had occurred in Bruma and told her what I knew of Martin’s plans.

After she asked, and I answered, her questions regarding utilization and performance of our mages, she changed the subject. “Have you notified the Nine of your willingness to serve as a paladin if called?”

“Yes, just last night in our chapel here. Their response was subtle but I know they heard me!”

Boderi smiled approvingly. “Should there come a time when they decide to bestow the powers of a paladin upon you, be assured there will be nothing subtle about it and no doubt in your mind that you have been called.”

“Boderi, what are our plans should Dagon interfere with Martin relighting the Dragonfires?”

“The guild’s contingent under Cassius Vinipter that served in Bruma remains in direct support of Martin until he is recognized as Emperor by the Council and relights the Dragonfires. You are assigned to me for now. Our task, along with the rest of the staff here, is to protect the University, its students, and our priceless archives that contain the written wisdom of mages dating back to Vanus Galerion, Shalador and beyond. Not to mention the Orrery and dangerous artifacts we store. The damage our relics and resources could wreak in the hands of Dremora mages and Mythic Dawn cultists is unimaginable.” Boderi then stood. “Well, I’m sure we both have arrangements to make. Then the waiting begins.”

My next stop was the guild’s bank. I had been sending proceeds to my account there from trinkets or artifacts that I had sold – most notably the sigil stones that I had pulled from Oblivion Gates. Surprised at how large my balance had become, I made arrangements to send over half of it to Countess Odalys Goldwine in Kvatch. The fellow widow had provided both kindness and wise counsel after my loss of Savlian and I liked to think that the time we spent together sharing our grief was of some benefit to her as well. I knew the materials and artisans needed to finish rebuilding her city required plenty of gold.

Returning to the chapel, I spent some time with the University’s Priest of the Nine, learning more about each of the Divines. As far as who I hoped might sponsor me should I be chosen as a paladin, I had my own ideas but figured they knew the best fit better than I.

I then joined Superian down in the Valley of Horses. After a leisurely ride in the valley, I groomed my mare while briefing Thernd on the situation and potential threat to the city.

After a thoughtful draw from his pipe the old stablemaster said, “Though this valley o’ horses be the love o’ me life, I figure it be o’ little interest to a Lord o’ the Daedra. Leastaways I be hopin’ so.”

“I’m sure you’re right, Thernd,” I replied while checking the last of my mare’s hooves. “Nevertheless, I’m going to carry Superian within me as a spirit until this is over. One less horse for you to worry about and if I need to quickly reach the city her speed will be more accessible to me.”

“I’d like ta see just how ye call this mighty mare into such a wee elf – if ye don’t mind me watchin’.”

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. I nodded my head as a signal to Acadian.

’Vensahliz, I need you,’ was his silent incantation.

Superian evaporated into a pale blue-white vapor that sought my open hand and flowed up my arm. I closed my fingers to finish absorbing her spirit. “She is safely within me now,” I announced.

Thernd let out a low whistle as he stared at me. “I seen some magicks over me decades wi’ the University, lass, but that. . . .” His words trailed off as he slowly shook his head.

“It’s a . . . complicated story but there are times when it certainly comes in handy.”

“Aye. That I can imagine.”

A calm story, which serves as an interlude, I guess, before the coming storm.

I really liked the scene as Buffy addressed the Divines, and all lamps briefly brightened. I hope that the Divine(s) will sponsor her before the upcoming battle.

Well there it is, Buffy made the plunge into Paladin territory. Now it is just a matter of the Divines fighting it out to see who gets to make her their paladin. Well, maybe not quite. But I do suspect that Kynareth and Mara both have a vested interest in her. My money is on Kyne, as Buffy seems more intent upon preserving the lives that currently exist, rather than making new ones.

Now we see the plans of Buffy and the Mages Guild. It is nice to see that in your writing - unlike in the game - they and Martin are expecting Dagon to make one last throw of the die before Martin can relight the dragonfires.

January wishes she could absorb her motorcycle into her!

I see. Unlike Gabrielle, Buffy wouldn't disobey orders. If Mazoga or Xena told Buffy "stay here, do NOT follow" Buffy would probably comply. Unlike Gabby, who'd always be getting into trouble as she refused to follow Xena's directions.

Buffy's process for healing others is similar to Blood Raven's in SubRosa's story, eh? She takes their pain, and releases it. It's what she tried to do when she met Aravi, right?



I love that. "I don't have time to debate... " maybe Buffy doesn't always follow orders so succinctly as I thought. In fact, thinking of her personality, there are times she'll follow her own guidance, I'd imagine. Not for something so serious as the aftermath of battle, though.

She casts a spell to clear her whisky burn. That would be nice.


[quote]Though subtle, it was unmistakable – all nine lamps briefly brightened[/quote ]

That is nice, too. It's something which (if it happened on Earth) would be known only to the praying. You can't prove it to anyone else who wasn't there.

That's good she is giving money to Kvatch. It's funny how money works in these games. Lady Saga for instance, she's always saving it with her horse, and then eventually she takes what she can back to her village in Valenwood. She never puts it in Cyrodiil's bank. Renee Gade III on the other hand, has most of her money in the bank. It's never more than 20,000 or so. She's constantly running highs and lows, black, then red, as she's the one in charge of upkeep of her party's gear, paying taxes on her homes, buying some fancy new armor at Goddess Store, or an expensive new sword which she MUST have, and so on. Eventually she has some sort of crisis, and next thing I know she's removing thousands from her savings-gained-from-interest. But it sounds like Buffy is doing better than any of mine.

Superian removed from this world via magic. I wonder how the fight with Dagon shall play out.

Hmm ...

The evidence so far points to "Paladin of the Nine". After all, if they can have Temples of the Nine, why not?

Or is this a case, of "you choose" "No, you choose"?

At least we know it's not Mehrunes Dagon.

Paladin of the Nine does have a nice ring of authority to it. Maybe enough to put all the Valandrus Abor's in their place.

That quiet moment in the chapel feels like the dawn of a new era for Buffy as she has her first un-Azura-warded chat with the Nine. The door is open now, I wonder who will step through it.

I hope Thernd is right! It was nice to see the Mages Guild anticipating the next fight. They do have a lot of neat artifacts in their vaults, including Buffy’s various contributions. I guess some daedra might want their stuff back!

Previously- After returning to the University, Buffy declared to the Divines her desire to become a paladin. The following morning, she and Boderi discussed the guild’s plan to deal with possible interference by Mehrunes Dagon during Martin’s anticipated coronation and relighting of the Dragonfires. While a sizable contingent of mages remains in direct support of Martin, Buffy’s tasking is to help Boderi and the school’s remaining staff protect the University, its relics and students.

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Lopov- Yes, now that Buffy has declared her intent, she hopes Azura’s trust that the Nine would ‘step up to the task’ happens sooner rather than later. Thanks for noting the lamps brightening; I thought it was a nice, tangible sign that the Divines heard Buffy as well as a reference to the Order of the Lamp.

SubRosa- As at Kvatch and Bruma, Buffy is an essential but supporting character operating on the periphery. In this case, part of the University’s defense plans. Mara or Kynareth as a sponsor for Buffy is a tough choice but, fortunately, either Divine would suit her well. Though Buffy can indeed absorb Superian, January can pick the Stormcycle up and carry it around!

Renee- Buffy’s nature is more follower than leader and she’ll readily support a good leader. When faced with a poor leader, she has gotten rather skillful about tactfully coaxing things in a direction more to her liking. When working closely with Savlian Matius, she observed firsthand the heavy mantle of leadership he carried and gained an appreciation for how important good followers are to help reduce that burden.

ghastley- I do suspect at this point there are some interesting discussions among the Nine about what to do with the little would-be paladin. I know I have certainly wrestled mightily with the decision. Fortunately, there are two really superb matches and either would be a good call.

macole- I guess a Paladin of the Nine would be about the same thing as the Knights of the Nine. A most worthy concept; alas, Buffy will only get one sponsor.

Grits- I’m glad the need to prevent the University’s arcane relics from falling into the hands of Dagon’s minions came through well. Thanks for mentioning that many of those relics were provided to the University by Buffy. During drafting of that part I toyed with mentioning it and am glad you were thinking along the same lines. Which Divine will answer Azura’s challenge and step through the door that Buffy has opened will soon dominate the last few episodes of this book.



The following morning, Arch Mage Traven called a meeting with the University’s senior staff and instructors in his office. When Boderi emerged, she pulled me aside. “We just received word from Bruma’s guildmagister via magical courier dove that Martin and his army began their march to The Imperial City last night. We expect their arrival within a few hours. The Arch Mage has dispatched an apprentice to the Imperial Council chambers to serve as our eyes and ears. By using the direct portal between the Arch Mage’s quarters and the Council chambers, that apprentice will be able to keep us informed in a timely manner of any significant developments within the city.”

“Remember,” I said hopefully, “I have a fast horse that I can magically recall and quickly reach anywhere in the city where my bow, spells or even a scouting report may be needed.”

Boderi replied patiently, “Buffy, I know you want to be in the middle of things alongside Sirs Mazoga and Agronak, but Martin is well-protected and I need you here. I will bear your offer and capabilities in mind as things develop though.”

I sighed. “As you say, Boderi.”

The waiting began.

Everyone was on edge – unsure what to expect but hoping we were ready for anything. It would certainly be no surprise if Mehrunes Dagon attempted to somehow thwart Martin’s plans. I paced uneasily atop the University’s front wall.

A clerk finally came by passing the word. “Martin’s just entered the city. He’s on his way to the Imperial Council chambers.”

I looked toward The Imperial City, even though its southern wall obscured my view of the districts within. I knew Martin’s plan was to obtain Council recognition as Emperor by donning the Amulet of Kings, then proceed to the Temple of the One and relight the Dragonfires.

My thoughts were interrupted as a streak of red lightening ripped across the sky, passing close to the White Gold Tower. A moment later the sound of thunder reached my long ears. Soon, more jagged spears of red light angrily crisscrossed the darkening sky. I knew an Oblivion sky when I saw it and was not surprised to see a small orange glow rise above the walls which likely meant an Oblivion Gate had opened within the city. I was surprised, however, to see that first glow joined by three more. Then rapidly several more!

“Boderi be damned!” I whispered aloud. “I’m a skilled Daedra fighter and need to be in that city alongside Mazoga and Agronak!” My feet had barely begun to move when the ground shook and an Oblivion Gate opened right behind me inside the University’s outer courtyard. One hand dove into the mage pouch at my waist and emerged with bow and quiver. I was grateful to be up on the wall. The gate was less than a stone’s throw from me and I could feel waves of dry heat rippling up from its fiery maw. As the portal brightened somewhat, I cast a swirl of emerald magic to greet the first wave of Daedra. Several scamps and a clannfear viciously turned on each other. By the time I congratulated the last standing Daedra with a mortal arrow, I had been joined by a pair of battlemages.

Another Oblivion Gate opened beyond the Arch Mage’s lobby - within the inner courtyard. Other mages would have to deal with that one, but I was confident that the small group of us here could manage this one. I felt a pang of guilt for doubting Boderi’s wisdom as I cast another illusion to greet the next wave of Daedra. This time I had help from the battlemages. As our foes battled each other below, waves of frost slowed their movement and bolts of arcane lightning speeded their demise.

I spared a glance back over one shoulder toward the White Gold Tower and could see numerous pillars of ember-laden smoke rising from the city. I imagined Martin and his forces – including my dear orcish friends – were battling their way to the Temple of the One in order to light the Dragonfires and close all these gates in a desperate race against time.

The glow of numerous types of spells from the inner courtyard assured me that the threat there was being capably addressed. My position was joined by an instructor and his small class of students who were eager to use their new staves and spells. The quartermaster sent water, magicka potions and soul gems.

I considered entering the portal below me to close it, but just as quickly rejected the idea. We could hold our own for now but there were just too many open gates across the city to close each one individually. If Martin could not seal Nirn from Oblivion, thereby closing them all at once, it would remain a standoff that favored our foes – for Dagon could summon endless hordes of Daedra. Just how many sigil stones had he been able to amass since Savlian and I closed that first gate at Kvatch?

As another emerald swirl left my hand to welcome our next wave of foes, the portal’s flame and its emerging Daedra, were suddenly pulled back into the Deadlands and the gate collapsed. My spell passed harmlessly into the pile of stone teeth now on the ground. The lack of an orange glow above the inner courtyard’s wall indicated that gate had closed as well. I wheeled toward the city. Indeed, I could see plenty of rising residual smoke but no telltale glows indicating open gates. My hopes were confirmed as growing patches of brilliant blue quickly banished the dark Oblivion sky.

A cheer of relief rose up. We then began healing minor wounds, recharging weapons and wondering what exactly had transpired inside the city.

I moved down into the outer courtyard. There I met Boderi Farano just as she approached from the Arch Mage’s lobby. She announced loudly for all nearby to hear, “The portal in the Arch Mage’s quarters has gone dim. That means its counterpart inside the Imperial Council chambers is either damaged or destroyed. It also explains why we’ve not heard from the apprentice stationed there to keep us apprised.”

“Boderi,” I said, “if it will help, I can recall my mare and quickly find out what’s going on in the city.”

As she was evaluating my suggestion, a mage still atop the front wall cried out, “A rider approaches!”

Imperial battlemages opened the gate. A lathered bay horse and its Legion rider entered the courtyard and drew to a stop.

Before the rider could speak, I heard a nearby voice. “I’m Raminus Polus, Headmaster of the University. What news do you bring?” I hadn’t noticed him arrive.

I quietly asked a student to fetch a bucket of water for the exhausted bay, then offered my waterskin to the rider.

The soldier waved off my offer and breathlessly reported, “Martin turned into the giant dragon of Akatosh himself, defeated Mehrunes Dagon then turned to stone – still in the form of a dragon! The Dragonfires are not lit, yet all the Oblivion Gates closed when Dagon fell. The Imperial Council is in emergency session trying to figure out what all that means for the Empire.”

After a few seconds of silence, as everyone tried to make sense of the soldier’s incredulous report, I could hold my tongue no longer. “Have you news of the pair of orcish knights escorting Martin?”

“Aye,” the rider replied. “Without them, Martin never would have made it to the Temple of the One and all would have been lost. Those two orcs led the attack against Mehrunes Dagon and actually held off the Lord of Destruction long enough for Martin to join with Akatosh and finish the battle! Sir Mazoga seemed uninjured but Sir Agronak suffered grievous wounds. They’re both still at the Temple.”

I immediately recalled Superian and glanced at Boderi as I mounted. Though she could not have deterred me, I was relieved to see a nod of concurrence.

Oh no! Is Sir Mazoga doomed to suffer the same fate as Buffy? I hope not, once is enough!

Though to be fair, in war there are dozens, if not hundreds, such fates . . .

I really enjoyed this perspective of the ultimate showdown in the IC - just as I had the one in the TF (which still stands in my mind as one of the highlights of that tale). It was a wise call making our glass cannon NOT the Champion of Cyrodiil, but letting the outstanding secondary NPC's that litter the landscape of Cyrodiil have their moment in the light.

Likewise, it was excellent pointing out that there was no point in exhausting oneself closing this one Gate when there are so many others, and more opening besides.

I'd be very interested in seeing how you handle the aftermath of this. I have no doubt it will be as well done as your version of Bruma.

I like the magical courier doves for relaying information.

Buffy reminds me of a race horse champing impatiently at the bit, waiting for the gates to swing open so she can plunge forward and do what she does best.

Red lightning and thunder. That is not Stormcrow...

Gates everywhere! Now it is time for Buffy to do what she does best.

It's Raminus Polus! Teresa remembers him from when she was a child.

Oh noes! We all knew the fate that awaited Martin, and his sacrifice. But Agronak too! Like Buffy, I cannot wait to see how things will turn out!

As Haute noted, it is nice to see a version of this tale where the protagonist is not the Champion of Cyrodiil, but rather a peripheral character seeing it all through their eyes.

It's interesting reading about the big final battle from Buffy's perspective, where's not the one that would be responsible for the greatest success, but instead played a side role, though an important one nonetheless.

I hope that Agronak won't succumb to his wounds.

Like others, I'm curious to read about what follows.



A new word learned - a pang.

Previously- Shortly after Martin’s forces entered The Imperial City, Oblivion Gates opened throughout the city, including the Arcane University. As Buffy fought to control Daedra inside the University, the Oblivion Gates suddenly all closed. A Legion rider brought an incredible report of Akatosh’s intervention to banish Dagon. When Buffy heard that Sir Agronak had suffered grievous wounds, she immediately recalled Superian with the intent of racing to the aid of her friends.

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Rider- You are astute to immediately recognize Buffy’s fear that Mazoga could join her as a widow is very real. Indeed, it will take center stage in today’s episode. I’m deeply appreciative to you and Buffy’s other Chorrol friends for embracing the fact that Buffy’s nature doesn’t really lend itself to being the Hero or Champion.

SubRosa- Thanks for your endorsement of the guild’s magical courier doves. I envision them as enchanted scrolls that, once quilled, turn into a courier dove for delivery, then back into a scroll for the recipient to read. I’m glad Buffy’s impatience and frustration at not being with Mazoga and Agronak came through, even though Boderi’s use of her was tactically sound. We’ll learn Agronak’s fate today as Buffy struggles to keep him alive.

Lopov- As an emotional elf who spills everything she knows, thinks or feels into her journal, it can be a challenge maintaining some ‘mystery’ to our story. I have found that the limitations imposed by our rather strict first person perspective actually help solve the problem. Buffy can only share what she sees or knows. She is therefore full of questions about how Martin was able to defeat Dagon – a side effect of her role defending the University. Right now though, her heart is gripped with panic over the condition of her friend’s mate.



Bracing myself for the acceleration I knew Superian was capable of, I leaned forward in the saddle and whispered, “Speed.”

The mighty mare exploded through the University’s open gate and thundered across the bridge that passed over the Valley of Horses toward The Imperial City. Upon seeing us approaching from the University at a furious pace, the guard at the northern end of the bridge swung open his doors. We raced into the Arboretum District and veered left. The sight of the rapidly approaching mare also inspired the Temple District guard to open his gate. I paid scant attention to the giant dragon of gray stone protruding through the Temple of the One’s damaged roof. A flying dismount landed me on the steps of the Temple and I sprinted through its missing door.

I found the orcs together. Mazoga was seated on the floor, back against the wall. The unconscious Agronak lay face up, head cradled in the arms of his mate. Their weaponry, gauntlets and helms were strewn about nearby.

Kneeling beside them was a guild mage that I recognized from our healing efforts at Bruma, likely still assigned to our detachment in support of Martin. Recognition flashed between us and she subtly shook her head. “I’ll ease his pain if he awakens but, given the severity of his wounds, there is little more my restoration spells can do. None of the Temple’s priests survived to assist.”

“I’d like to try,” I said quietly.

“Please do,” she implored and moved aside. “Sir Mazoga sustained only minor injuries and I will mend those while you tend to her mate.”

I knelt by pair of knights, noting that Agronak was still breathing.

“Buff, I. . . think we won?”

“We did indeed, Zoga.”

I then laid both hands upon Agronak and established the intimate bond of healing between us. I resisted the urge to recoil at the magnitude of the damage I detected. His entire body had been battered as if thrown or kicked against a stone wall by Mehrunes Dagon himself. The big bone of his left upper leg was broken midway between hip and knee but, thankfully, the nearby large artery was intact. Numerous broken ribs had pierced several internal organs, including one lung.

I allowed the bond to fade, then looked at Mazoga. “His wounds are very serious, dear friend. I need a few moments to prepare myself before I attempt to heal him.”

Her glistening eyes contrasted sharply with the fearsome tusked features of her blood and soot-streaked face. “Thank you, my pal. If anyone on Nirn can save him, I know it’s you.”

Still kneeling, I bowed my head. Less than a year ago I had held my brave Savlian as he lay dying in my arms from equally serious wounds. My magicks proved insufficient to heal him and I lost the love of my life. But that was then.

This was now, however. Azura had removed her spiritual warding from me and I had opened my heart to the Nine. “Divines, I cannot do this alone,” I said softly. “I ask that you channel your awesome power through this humble elf that I might heal this man and save his mate from the same widow’s fate that I endure.” Azura had been confident that the Nine would ‘step up to the task’ and so I must be confident as well. “Acadian, I need your strength also. Are you with me on this?”

No hesitation preceded words that only I could hear, ’Now and forever, my elf.’

I retrieved the two restore magicka elixirs that I carried in the enchanted satchel at my waist, uncorked them and placed both on the ground next to me. Taking a deep breath, I laid both hands upon Agronak again and allowed my magic to flow between us.

I began by aligning and mending one rib at a time to prevent further damage. Knitting together the tear in his lung was next in order to improve his breathing. The pain I was absorbing was beginning to make me nauseous and my magicka was depleting faster than I could regenerate it. I slowed down to help manage both challenges. Some of his internal organs were different than mine but, with the intimate bond between us, I had no trouble figuring out their function and what was needed to restore them. My own pain and magicka management continued to plague the process. I quickly gulped down one of my potions. It did nothing for the waves of pain I was absorbing from Agronak but it did give me a temporary surge of magicka.

My buckskins grew heavy with sweat and my body was beginning to silently scream in protest. Slowing down more helped, but I was still using too much magicka to continue much longer. I knew the cuts, burns, bruises and – as long as he was not moved - even his broken leg could wait. He could not long survive with the remaining damage to his internal organs though. My slow pace further endangered his chances.

I managed to painfully labor on but still too slowly. Soon, I felt Agronak’s life force weakening and realized I was in serious danger of losing him before I could complete the more essential repairs to his damaged body.

Fighting panic, I downed my last potion and accelerated the pace, gritting my teeth against the increased pain. I was making progress but the quicker tempo was also depleting my magicka faster.

Determined that Mazoga was not going to join me as a widow, I continued my work and made the decision to augment Agronak’s faltering life force with my own. Whatever it took, I would either save this man or perish in the attempt.

When I felt a subtle increase in my magicka reserves and decrease in my own pain, I realized that Acadian was now blending his magicka with mine and his spirit was bolstering my life force. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop the whimpers of pain that soon began to escape my lips.

I felt Mazoga’s large hand on my shoulder but her voice sounded far away, “Buff, you’re killing yourself! I know you’ve tried your best but some wounds are beyond mortal healing. I can’t lose you and Agronak both. Let him go.”

“Do not interfere!” The force behind my words surprised me. “I will not let you lose your mate the way I lost mine!”

Barely noticing when my trusting friend removed her hand, I desperately continued to slowly heal Agronak each time my now depleted magicka regenerated enough to allow it. Despite Acadian adding his resources to mine, everything – our magicka, spiritual force and even life itself was fading. The pain was causing me to tremble now and I was whimpering almost steadily. My vision had lost color and closed in so all I could really see was my hands upon Agronak. I somehow managed to whisper, “We may die trying, Acadian, but I do not regret the attempt.”

’We’re not dead yet, Buffy,’ was his telepathic response.

Suddenly, I heard a woman’s voice that came from both within and all around me. It was gentle but echoed with power. ’Your valiant and selfless efforts to heal this knight at your own peril shall not be in vain. The ancient paladin who dwells within you knows me as the Goddess of war and sky. To the tribes of your Cloud Dancer Clan who live in the Tall Trees of Valenwood, my domain is the forest and sky above. From this day forth, the power of the Divines will flow through you and you shall be called Paladin of Kynareth.’

I was illuminated by an aura of pure white and realized that I was the source, not the target, of the light.

My pain eased and clarity returned to my mind and vision. Depleted magicka began to rapidly replenish. The abundant power now coursing through the bond between Agronak and I was not mine, but the breath of Kynareth herself. Not only did it augment my magicka and reinforce my healing skill, but a good portion of the pain flowing back from Agronak was now being shared by the Sky Goddess herself. With the distraction of excessive pain significantly eased and abundant fuel for my healing, I was able to quickly mend the orc’s remaining internal injuries, his broken leg and even the numerous burns, cuts and bruises.

As I let the healing bond fade, I realized I was still emanating Divine light. Intuitively I knew how to dispel this new power and did so. “Thank you, My Lady,” I whispered.

Agronak stirred, then opened his eyes. After a few moments of testing his limbs, and with a bit of help from his powerful mate, I was amazed to see him slowly get to his feet.

I was then pulled to my own feet and swallowed between two giants in a three way embrace for several long and wonderful moments.

“Easy, brave knight,” I said. “With much Divine help, you are healed but your body has suffered a great deal. I expect you need several days of rest.” I smiled at Mazoga and added, “And I know just the knight to make sure you follow your healer’s orders.”

A messenger interrupted us. “Sir’s Mazoga and Agronak, I bring news from the Imperial Council. It is my pleasure to inform you that they have declared you both Champions of Cyrodiil, Order of the Dragon. Only six heroes before you have received that honor in the history of the Empire. Chancellor Ocato is in the Council Chambers and requests the pleasure of briefly congratulating you before you take some much needed rest.”

Both orcs looked at me.

“Keep it brief,” I admonished, “and congratulations.”

Mazoga took my hands and looked down into my eyes. A tear tracked downward through the soot and blood on her right cheek. “Buff. . . there’s no words. . . . without you. . . how can I ever -“

I interrupted her faltering voice. “Your eyes and heart tell me everything, dear friend. Cherish him for many years to come.”

She nodded, then both orcs gathered their equipment from the ground. I watched as the mighty pair headed for the Council’s chambers.

*Sniff* Well, that made me cry - both in dread as Buffy/Acadian gave their *mortal* all to save Argonak, and in relief when Kyne (not surprised. At. All.) stepped up and claimed Buffy for her own. I always felt that Kyne, with her affinity for sky, storms and wind, was the perfect fit for our glass cannon - Mara is a close second, but she always felt more earthbound to me, if that makes any sense. Of all the Divines, I just feel that Kynareth (personally I prefer Kyne) fit Buffy’s light personality more. She cares, and cares deeply, but she just can’t be shackled to Nirn.

And now that Mazoga and Agronak are healthy and whole and most importantly, together: ALL HAIL THE CHAMPIONS - OF CYRODIIL!!

A beautiful story!

If I was at the beginning convinced that Buffy will save Agronak, you made it quite tense there in the middle, and I wasn't sure anymore, whether Agronak will survive or not. The moment, when Kynareth speaks to Buffy, was very touching.

Cyrodill is now enriched with two new champions and one new paladin.

I started reading this with the thought "If Agronak dies, it will be Mara, and if he lives, Kyne" So I was right, twice!

Now just don't let Buffy think "If only I'd help at Kvatch".

Awesome! Pure Awesome. You wove not only a harrowing, but deeply personal account of something that might be considered an afterthought by other writers. Buffy was literally in greater danger here than she was during the battles of Bruma or the Imperial City. With stakes like that, you really created a worthy challenge for a Paladin.

Dangit. I agree with Buffy. She's a unique and talented individual, certainly nobody else in her world can do all the things she does, and in one tiny package. But let me finish reading first. Maybe Boderi has a point. Right now though, I feel like her capacities are being wasted.

That's wicked, seeing that red lightning shoot across the sky.




That's right. You go, girl. YES. I love that she's now actively more involved. She just cast Frenzy if I'm not mistaken. Wow, gates are opening everywhere in the Imperial City. This is intense. Even some Mage Apprentices are getting involved.

Raminus speaks his greeting just like an NPC.

I agree it would have been a bad idea if she'd gone into that gate. What happens when Dagon gets defeated? Would she be stuck in there, even if she grabbed its sigil stone?

The next chapter is awesome. She receives aid from Kynareth just in time. That's beautiful.

Episode 33: I loved seeing this battle through Buffy’s eyes as she kept her position at the Arcane University. It was easy to imagine the mages defending their home. The students eager to use their new staves and spells made me smile. Carahil would approve! Offering water was a lovely Buffy moment. “Sir Agronak suffered grievous wounds”? Whelp, that’s Buffy’s traveling music! And off she goes!!

Episode 34: Oh my gosh, the tears! Paladin of Kynareth! That was glorious! WHOOP!!

Oh, and congrats to the mighty Champions, of course. I loved the group hug.

I can’t help but think of Buffy in her Templar form, surrounded by light and sparkles. She is the source of light indeed.

Some music for Buffy, 'Zoga, Aggie, and the rest

Previously- When Buffy arrived at the side of the orcish knights, she quickly determined that healing Agronak’s wounds might well exceed her abilities. Nevertheless, she took a moment to beseech the Divines for aid, then went to work. After a long struggle of trying to manage her own pain and magicka reserves with the outcome in dire jeopardy, she decided to flow her own life force into Agronak in a desperate and dangerous attempt to save him. With both she and Agronak barely clinging to life, it was Kynareth who spoke to Buffy, declared the small elf to be her paladin and provided the powerful assistance needed for Buffy to save Agronak.

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All- Some episodes in Buffy’s long saga rank way up there in terms of how emotional they are for both Buffy and I. The first time Buffy and Savlian shared intimate pleasures was such an episode. So it was again when Savlian died in Buffy’s arms. And this one where she was chosen by Kynareth. Never have I been more proud of the steely but selfless determination Buffy displayed as she went about healing her pal’s mate. Given how emotionally invested both Buffy and I were in this past episode, it is wonderfully reassuring to have such warm support from each of you. Thank you all!

Rider- I agree completely with your assessment of Kynareth and Mara as they fit into Buffy’s fiction. The ancient ‘earth’ magic that Lady Cora is able to pull up from the ground in her fiction reminds me quite a bit of the Mother of Nirn (Mara). Buffy is driven by emotion – and the strongest of these for her is love, so Mara would have indeed been a good fit. Ultimately though, it is Buffy’s free spirit, unconventional trappings and deep obligation to protect and nurture those she cares about that caused Kynareth to sponsor Buffy as the newest paladin.

Lopov- I consider the moment Kynareth addressed Buffy to be the culmination of this entire book. It was emotional for Buffy and I to write and I’m so glad you found it touching.

ghastley- Haha, I’m glad you were right about Kynareth and Agronak. I’m pleased that Buffy has moved forward a great deal in managing her grief for Savlian during this book. Her memories are now making her smile and she is using them constructively, such as noting some of the tactics of organized warfare he taught her and finding the inspiration to devote her entire being into healing Agronak.

SubRosa- Thank you for those kind words! Given how important this episode was to Buffy and I, along with its long term ramifications, that warm support is most needed and welcome. 'The Champions' by Queen is a great choice of music! Actually though, what roared into my mind as Buffy snapped her "Don’t interfere!" at Mazoga was the look of steel determination and music from this short Heart of Courage vid.

Renee- Buffy tends to favor Command spells in Oblivion to turn one foe in a crowd to her side. Generally, the rest will then focus on that foe instead of Buffy. She ran into problems with the Frenzy method in Skyrim in that sometimes she would be included among their targets unless she really kept her distance!

Grits- You know Buffy well! When that lathered bay and rider arrived, water for them was Buffy’s first thought. A very long road but Buffy joins Acadian as a paladin!

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Note- With the Oblivion Crisis over and Buffy chosen by Kynareth as a paladin, the final three remaining episodes will serve as somewhat of an epilogue, tying up loose ends, reinforcing the choice that Kynareth made, letting Buffy get more comfortable with who Kynareth is and, finally, having Buffy join Boderi as a knight in her guild’s Order of the Lamp.


Superian was patiently waiting just outside the Temple of the One. I buried my face in her long mane and hugged her neck as I inhaled deeply of the mare’s comforting scent. After a few moments, I mounted and we headed for the University.

As soon as we entered the Arboretum District, I noticed the distinctive armor and katana of a Blade. Though his armor was marred with dents, soot, blood and even traces of Daedra innards, the Redguard appeared uninjured and absorbed in contemplation. I recognized his face and drew Superian to a stop. “Baurus?”

His eyes found mine. “Well met, Buffy. I’m glad to see you unharmed.”

“Likewise, Baurus.” After a moment of awkward silence I added, “Forgive me but you seem troubled.”

He winced. “For the second time, I have failed to protect my Emperor. First Uriel and now Martin – each perished under my protection.”

“There are some perils no one can defend against. Uriel knew his destiny and I suspect Martin realized his as well. I have fought alongside you, brave Blade, and would trust my life to you.” When I saw that the courteous smile he gave me did not reach his eyes, I tried to shift the subject. “What will happen now?”

“Well, word is the Council has declared the end of the Third Era. I suppose Chancellor Ocato will be named Potentate. As for the Blades, we will do what we have always done – serve Talos.”

“May the Divines guide your path, Baurus.”

“And yours, Buffy.”

Superian continued out of the Arboretum District and onto the long bridge leading toward the Arcane University.

“Congratulations, young paladin,” remarked Acadian. “As Boderi warned you, if and when you received a call from the Nine, there would be nothing subtle about it.”

“Thank you, old paladin. I would not have survived without both you and Kynareth.”

Boderi met me in the University’s outer courtyard as I slid from the saddle. The Dunmer studied my face carefully, then stated, “You have been called.”

I nodded, briefly flashing the white aura of my new credentials. “I’ve been chosen by the Goddess of Sky and Forest. I am a Paladin of Kynareth.”

“That is wonderful news!” Her smile faded. “What of Sir Agronak’s injuries?”

“He will fully recover,” I replied. “His injuries were too severe for me to heal alone, but not beyond the power of Kynareth. When I desperately needed her, she came to me and allowed her Divine magic to flow through me. In so doing, she spared Mazoga from widowhood, and saved the lives of both Agronak and myself; I was fully committed to healing my friend’s mate and surely would have died in the attempt without Kynareth’s help. Today, she earned my trust, love and friendship. Henceforth, I will answer her call whenever she needs me.”

Boderi hugged me and said, “Kynareth has made a wise choice.” As we disengaged, she took my hands and added, “Paladins are often chosen when a Divine plucks them from the brink of a life and death struggle. For that is when the true nature of our essence is laid bare before them. I believe it is significant that your crucible was one of restoring life instead of taking it.”

“I’ll trust your wisdom on that, Boderi. I simply know that as long as there was breath within me, I was not about to let Mazoga lose the man she loves. I am all too familiar with that fate.”

“Buffy, I will inform the Arch Mage that you have been called. After what has just transpired in the city, I expect he will be involved with Imperial Council matters for several days. After that, I’m sure he will want a small traditional ritual in the chapel, during which several of the staff will ask you questions. If all goes well, he will then invite you into the Order of the Lamp. Get some rest. When I get word, I’ll let you know when the ceremony will be and brief you on what to expect.”

I rode Superian down to Equestria and groomed her. As Thernd helped me feed and water the mare, I passed what news I could onto him. I then walked back up to the University to clean my buckskins, get a warm bath, hearty dinner and good night of sleep.

Early the following morning, I was awakened to learn that the Champions of Cyrodiil were in the lobby asking for me. I quickly dressed and joined them.

“Morning Buff,” greeted Mazoga with a tusky grin.

“Good morning, dear friends,” I answered. “Agronak, how are you feeling today?”

He smiled. “I would not have believed it after being so heavily battered and broken by Mehrunes Dagon yesterday but I feel fit enough to fight him again!”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I replied. “Hold still.” I laid both hands upon him and began to probe his condition with my magic. The repairs to his lung, other organs, ribs and even shattered upper leg were barely detectable and, had I not known better, could have been many weeks old. I allowed the healing bond to fade. “By Kynareth’s grace, I believe you’re right. You are fully fit for duty, Champion.”

His face grew serious. “Mazoga says you’re the only healer in Tamriel who could have saved me. Thank you.”

“I had plenty of help from Kynareth. Your robust Orsimer constitution has doubtless helped speed your recovery as well.”

Mazoga said, “Buff, the reason we stopped by is to say farewell for now. Fanador is waiting with our mounts just outside the University. We’ve accepted Sir Flavius’ invitation to ride south with our fellow Knights of the White Stallion this morning as they return to Leyawiin. Between the battles here and at Bruma, the Order lost several knights and could use our help.”

“I’m saddened to see you leave so soon but I know Sir Flavius and Count Caro will appreciate your able assistance in County Leyawiin. I think you’ll find the new lodge to be most impressive.”

Mazoga folded me into her massive steel-clad arms and gently hugged me to her. As we disengaged, she pressed a burlap-wrapped parcel into my hand. I blinked back tears and, once again, bid farewell to the two knights.

Once they were gone, I opened the package to reveal Azura’s Star. As a smile claimed my face, I whispered, “I love you too, Godmother. You were right. About everything.”

And so Azura's favor finds its way back to Buffy, in a not so subtle way.

Ironically, TESV Lady Cora is deep in her own Twilight quest to restore that very same artifact . . . I think she has already chosen to return it to Azura herself, even if it means she literally freezes to death on top of that mountain (we are playing Skyrim with Frostfall and Lady Cora DOES NOT TOLERATE the cold well).

I am looking forward to what that ritual entails. It will be very interesting to see.

And of course, Buffy takes care of Superian before she takes care of herself. A proper horsewoman, that one!

Baurus! It is fun to meet even more old pals. Now resolved to serve Talos, now that there are no longer any Emperors.

I also thought it was significant that Buffy's crucible was a moment of healing rather than righteously monster slaying. It was a pleasant change.

So nice for Azura's Star to come back to Buffy though the hands of an old friend. I wonder if Buffy's travels will take her down to Leyawiin for another reunion any time soon?

Short but meaningful conversation with Baurus. It's always nice seeing old Blades.



I bet that small Buffy was completely lost in massive Mazoga's arms, and steel-clad on the top of that!

The star is back to where it belongs - in the hands of the Champion of Azura.

I must also say that there's now some peaceful feeling in this story, with Mehrunes Dagon being defeated, with Orcs being alive, and with Buffy the Paladin. There were peaceful stories before as well, but there was always the menace of the Daedra present.

Previously- On her way back to the University, Buffy encountered Baurus and learned that the Imperial Council had declared the end of the Third Era. She then informed Boderi that Kynareth had chosen her as a paladin. Boderi congratulated Buffy and informed her to rest for a few days until the Arch Mage was ready to invite her into the Order of the Lamp. She was visited the next morning by the new Champions of Cyrodiil who would be heading to Leyawiin with the Knights of the White Stallion. As she left, Mazoga returned the Star of Azura to Buffy.

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Rider- Buffy said she would not reject Azura to become a paladin and took the return of the Star as a clear sign that the Mistress of Twilight feels the same about her. I enjoyed the Skyrim Azura Star quest as well and hope that Lady Cora has survived! I hope you enjoy the Arch Mage’s ceremony where he invites Buffy into the Order of the Lamp two episodes ahead.

SubRosa- Baurus seemed like a great choice to inform Buffy of the end of the Third Era with the bonus of getting to briefly see him again. Baurus played a big role in the beginning and I thought it had an appropriate ‘full circle’ feel to see him again at the end of the crisis. I appreciate your endorsement of our choice to enter Kynareth during a life and death trial of healing instead of one of combat. I expect Kynareth is wise to strongly value compassion in her paladins.

Lopov- Thank you. Yes, that last episode and the final two remaining episodes are all rather tranquil as we continue tie up loose ends and bring things to a (hopefully) satisfying conclusion.




After breakfasting on warm bread with soft cheese, grilled sausage, fresh strawberries and steaming bergamot tea, I headed down to Equestria. Superian had already been fed and, as it was a beautiful morning, we headed out for a local ride along the beach south of the University.

After the last few hectic days, I reveled in my peaceful surroundings. The calming sounds of Lake Rumare’s gentle waves as they kissed the shore. The commanding height provided by my mighty mare. The warmth of Kitsune curled up in front me. The ever present comfort of Acadian’s spirit intertwined with mine. And something new; it was subtle but I believed I could feel it girding my heart and spirit. “Acadian, do you think Kynareth and I are a good fit? I thought perhaps if I was chosen as a paladin, it might be by Mara since I was raised in her city.”

“Close your eyes and open your mind,” he replied cryptically. “I want to remind you of something from nearly a year ago.”

I drew Superian to a stop and did as the paladin asked. The vision of a memory gradually formed. I was inside Kvatch’s Chapel of Akatosh with High Priestess Oleta. Though the wounds I received during the same battle that claimed Savlian’s life were nearly healed, I had questioned whether Oleta’s intent to release me was premature. . . .

“Your ankle is all better and that troublesome arm is mending nicely.” Her gentle fingers brushed some blond strays from my face. “Buffy, I know your heart was also broken. Even the Dragon God of Time’s full bounty cannot completely heal that. It will get better though, and you will find you are not alone in your loss. Besides, you don’t need the roof of Akatosh over your head. Kynareth will bring you comfort.”

“Kynareth?” Despite blinking back tears, I said, “But, High Priestess, I am a child of Mara.”

“I’m aware that elves grow up slowly, but I expect you are a child no longer. I have spent much time with hands laid upon you. There is an odd duality to your spirit. . . as if another somehow dwells within you. Regardless, I sense both Mara and the ancient Nordic variation of Kynareth. It is Mara who taught you to love, but the free spirited Goddess of sky, travelers and forest who can help you mourn. You are a wood elf and need to spend time outdoors. Embrace the cleansing tears of Kyne - what we call rain.”

The vision faded and I opened my eyes. “I confess I was so preoccupied with my grief back then that many memories from that period are. . . vague.” I urged Superian forward. “Thank you for reminding me so vividly, Acadian. Oleta knew. Azura knew. Even you knew, it seems. By Kynareth’s wings, why was I the last to know? No. . . don’t answer that. Just tell me what you actually think about Kynareth choosing me.”

Acadian chuckled then replied, “Buffy, trying to fully understand you is as difficult as chasing a butterfly in a thunderstorm. That is but one of many things you have in common with Kynareth. Both of you love the cleansing of a gentle rain, butterflies dancing among flowers in the morning sunshine, a clear starlit night, the sights, sounds, smells, trees and creatures of the forest. As a buckskin mage who is more at home under the stars than the roof of a guildhall, you eschew convention and are a free-spirit. Like Kyne, you well-know the fury and heartbreak of battle as well as the pain of losing your mate. She was with you when you both gave your Kiss at the End to Savlian and the care of his spirit passed from you to her. Like you, the Sky Goddess evolves, unafraid even to remake herself if it strikes her fancy. And just as Kynareth is driven to nurture and sustain the creatures and trees of her forests, so it is with you and those you hold precious.”

“You make me sound very much the way Priestess Avita described Kynareth just a few days ago,” I teased.

“Then you have your answer,” replied the paladin.

I smiled. “Thank you, Acadian. I want to know her better.”

“Just as I expect she wants to know her young paladin better. Remember, you spent many years with your spirit warded from her by Azura. Despite the fact that Kynareth spoke to you directly in rather spectacular fashion when she called you, the Divines just as often communicate subtly with your spirit – simply conveying their meaning directly to your heart without words.”

We rode quietly for a few minutes. Then I began to sense. . . something. “Someone or something is beckoning me. My new paladin power detects not a trace of evil nearby though. Can you feel it?”

“I do,” Acadian replied, “and there is an old familiarity to it. Ahead to our right perhaps?”

“All I see out there is a lone oak tree. . . yet I am drawn to it.”

Once under its wide canopy of branches, I dismounted and placed both hands upon the tree’s trunk. I smiled as I felt the presence of Kynareth – now somewhat familiar to me from when she enabled me to heal Agronak and called me to her service. It made perfect sense for her to choose this venue. After all, it was the Sky Goddess' rain and sunshine that nurtured the creatures and trees of the forests I loved – including the giant Valenwood graht oak in whose branches I was conceived. With girths that rivaled the entire Arcane University complex and growing to cloud-kissing heights that could eclipse the White Gold Tower, I fondly recalled how each Tall Tree could lovingly sustain an entire tribe of Cloud Dancer Clan elves. Though certainly not a graht oak, this mature greenshade oak was impressive by Cyrodiil standards. “I am here, My Lady, and my heart is open to you.”

As Kynareth’s essence began to flow into me, a trickle quickly became a river. Acadian’s cryptic warning made sense now. Though rather overwhelmed, I was able to understand most of the torrent of feelings, thoughts and images she conveyed. At the same time, I felt her gently probing my own spirit. I even sensed her warm reunion with Acadian. Both new and long-dormant connections between us were now strong enough that, at her urging, I released my hands from the tree; its assistance was no longer necessary. After a time I felt, rather than heard, ’We will talk more later, Buffy’. Kynareth then allowed the bond between us to dissipate.

“Thank you, My Lady. I see now why the tribes of my Cloud Dancer Clan revere both you as Sky Goddess and your sister, the Mother of Nirn. Though she instills the spark of life – be it into seed that finds fertile loam, or womb upon conception, it is you whose rain and sunshine sustain the forests which, in turn, provide for its creatures in a beautiful cycle of life and renewal.”

I remounted Superian and we leisurely continued our ride, heading behind the University and up into the rolling grasslands that overlooked Lake Rumare and the Upper Niben. After communing with Kynareth, my elven connection to the land had never felt more alive. When we encountered a particularly lovely meadow that hosted numerous butterflies displaying a rainbow of colors, I couldn’t resist drawing Superian to a stop and dismounting. I doffed my buckskins and danced with abandon through the sunny meadow among the butterflies. I felt every bit the Child of Kynareth that I had become. . . or perhaps had always been.

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Note- The flashback that Acadian showed Buffy was a verbatim excerpt from Episode 171 of Buffy’s Book 1 – originally posted over eight years ago.

Sigh. What a wonderful episode this is - after the strum und drang of the previous episodes it is nice to pause and take a few deep breaths of Kyne's cleansing air.

Acadian describes what I feel of Buffy's kinship with Kyne to a T - and I think he did better than I did a few posts ago!

As a child who grew up during a time when "play" meant "outside", I've always felt a close connection to the nature around me, even though in hindsight my parent's plot was less than an acre in size. But it felt huge to a small child, and because of its hilly location, full of little spots that differed dramatically from one place to the next. My parents had a hands-off approach to landscaping, so I found lots of different plants, bugs, and even animals living wild in our yard. It was truly Kyne's half-acre!

I say all this because for some reason, from my first introduction to Kyne in Oblivion through my time in the Imperial Library and beyond, I've always felt a close connection to Kyne. Of all the Divines, she is my personal favorite. Julian, though she is led by Akatosh (due to her years in the Legion) and Julianos (as manifested by her reading every book she comes across), respects Kyne for her presence in the world around her; Alise, though she is a Cheydinhal product of a forbidden Ashlander/Redoran union, lived enough of her life in the wilds to have a healthy respect as well; Lady Cora sees Kyne as a relatively modern interpretation of the much older Goddess Nirn that drives her and protects her. So Kyne is there for all of my characters, in some form or another.

In fact, those who have read OHDH may recall a scene from the Battle of Bruma in that book - where wolves, elk and even a grumpy bear took part in the fight to keep the Daedra back from the city walls. It was never really answered in that writing, but I've always felt it was Kyne who called them to the battleground.

Back to Buffy, how wonderful that she would connect more definitely with Kyne via an Oak. These majestic trees are truly amazing in so many ways, and a fitting stand-in for a Divine.

TL:DR: loved this episode!

Equestria kind of sounds like a really upscale store in a really upscale mall. The kind of place where if you have to ask how much things cost, you cannot afford them.

chasing a butterfly in a thunderstorm
This does sound difficult, but also fun!

Both Oleta and Acadian gives us a nice recounting of all the reasons why Buffy is so suited to Kynareth. In fact, this whole episode shows us very eloquently why Kyne is Buffy's patron.

I like that.. "Paladins are often chosen (by the Gods) during a moment of taking or giving.." paraphrased. Guess I never thought of it that way, but it's true.

Nice, she gets Azura's Star back. Buffy needs to be on Earth. Maybe she + Kynareth can get rid of all this COVID on our planet.



Nah, she's more Kynareth than Mara. Buffy moves like the wind, constantly on the move, and also uses magic + archery which depend upon air and space for delivery. Maybe her healing touch could be associated with Mara for sure, but this could go either way. Overall, it's as said in Chapter 36, Kynareth is all about the constantly-changing planet of Nirn. That's where most of her connection seems to be.

Whoa. Just shed a tear. She's visioning the past. Phew, that's heavy.



Lovely.

Previously- During a pleasant morning ride around the University, Buffy was drawn to a large oak tree where she communed with the Goddess of Sky and Forest. Kynareth filled Buffy with a torrent of knowledge and feelings while gently probing the small elf’s spirit and even reconnecting with Acadian’s. Once complete, Buffy continued her ride with a much deeper appreciation and understanding of who Kynareth is and why she chose Buffy as her paladin.

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Rider- What a delightful history you recount, growing up outdoors and kissed by Kyne’s breath. Oh, and I do recall the forest critters who joined in for the Battle of Bruma in OHDH. I’m so glad the episode struck a chord with you and glad that it helped reinforce Buffy’s connection to Kynareth and the wisdom of the pairing. As promised, upcoming is the small ceremony where Buffy will be invited into her guild’s Order of the Lamp.

SubRosa- Equestria simply came to me and I fell in love with both the sound and how appropriate it was for a posh stable. I credit Jane Auel’s Earth’s Children series of novels for Valley of the Horses. I do think the episode helped bring more details about Kynareth into focus for Buffy. Details that will help her in this next episode.

Renee- I would certainly give much to have a pocket healer with Buffy’s magical skill around these days! I was surprised when I realized how prophetic Oleta’s remarks about Kynareth were for Buffy. Particularly since I wrestled with Mara vs Kynareth right up until a couple weeks before our ‘reveal’. I even had two fully drafted versions of the last few episodes to support either choice. Similarly, it didn’t even fully strike me that Buffy’s destiny was to become a paladin until after Book 2 – even though it is so obvious looking back.

All- On now to the final episode of Book 3.




Though it was just Arch Mage Hannibal Traven, Headmaster Raminus Polus, the University’s priest, Boderi and myself, the small chapel was comfortably full.

“Boderi Farano tells me that one of the Nine has called you to their service as a paladin.”

“Yes, Excellency,” I replied to the silver-haired Arch Mage. “Kynareth has chosen me.” As Boderi had instructed, I briefly illuminated myself with Divine light to confirm my claim.

The priest addressed me next, “And what does Kynareth teach us, young paladin?”

“Use Nature's gifts wisely,” I stated. “Respect her power, and fear her fury.”

The priest replied, “So it is written in the book Ten Commands of the Nine Divines, and you have recited the words faithfully. Tell me though, Buffy, what does Kynareth mean to you personally as her paladin?”

I gratefully realized now why Kynareth had called me to that oak tree only two days ago and filled me with her essence. Though the question caught me by surprise, my words flowed readily, “Protect the weak. Heal the sick. Honor Nirn, its trees, creatures and spirits. Respect the forces of sky and forest that are her domain.”

The priest smiled, nodded his approval and stepped back.

Headmaster Polus questioned me next. “Buffy, do not most Bosmer worship Yffre?”

“Some do, Magister. Long ago, Bosmer were wild and feral creatures of the Valenwood with little self-control, even unwillingly shapeshifting into savage beasts. This curse was called the Wild Hunt. Some clans embraced Yffre, who lifted the curse but forbade using Valenwood’s flora in what has become known as the Green Pact. Other clans made their accord with Hircine and embraced lycanthropy in exchange for a measure of control over their shapeshifting. The tribes of my Cloud Dancer Clan turned instead to the Mother of Nirn and Sky Goddess. The two Divines freed us from the Wild Hunt, asking only that we use the forest’s resources wisely and love the mighty graht oaks that provide homes for our tribes.”

The Headmaster nodded thoughtfully. “The Divines work in mysterious ways. Perhaps Kynareth has been part of your destiny for longer than I might have imagined.” He then stepped back.

“I think we can all appreciate the importance of Kynareth’s bounty from the sky and forest but how does such a paladin combat evil?” The question came from Arch Mage Traven. He lifted one eyebrow rather sharply and added, “Certainly not by dancing in the treetops or conjuring butterflies.”

I met his gaze calmly. “Long ago, My Lady was known as Kyne – the Goddess of Sky and War. She is well-acquainted with the violence that is sometimes required in a world where evil exists. When she evolved into Kynareth – the Goddess of Sky and Forest – she did not forsake the will or ability to defend that which she loves. Anyone who has witnessed the power of a thunderstorm or the fury of a mother grizzly defending her cubs would harbor no doubt of this.”

Hannibal Traven’s eyes sparkled as the stern look on his face evaporated into a broad smile. “Well spoken, Paladin! Your words not only convey truth, but they are delivered with the conviction of one who cannot be intimidated - even when the arch mage of your guild purposefully attempts to do so.”

“I meant no offense, Excellency, but I answer first and foremost now to powers beyond any guild, city or even the Empire.”

He replied, “That is exactly the attitude Arch Mage Vanus Galerion sought when he insisted that each knight arcana be, first and foremost, a paladin. For he knew that only those answering directly to the Divines could not be corrupted or dissuaded from their purpose of combating evil and protecting those in need. In this matter, he believed that the guild’s interests and those of the Divines aligned. As a paladin, it is understood that your duties and responsibilities to the Nine come first. What we ask of our knights is that, when it does not conflict with the will of the Nine, they assist the guild in combating the use of evil magic. Kynareth permitting, will you accept an appointment into the Order of the Lamp?”

“I would be honored, Excellency,” I replied as I lowered myself to one knee.

He gently touched the end of his staff upon each of my shoulders as he spoke, “The Divines have wisely declared you Kynareth’s paladin. It is my honor to now dub you as knight arcana.” The Arch Mage smiled as he added, “Please rise, Dame Buffy.”

Each of the lamps above the nine altars in the small chapel briefly brightened their approval.

Sweet, how incredible! You had two different directions the story could go, I didn't know that. Well I'm glad she and you have found her way.

It's so weird that in lore, Bosmer are, or were, supposed to be akin to pure carnivores, or even savage cannibals. I just can't even imagine them like this; the ideal of wood elves which we grew up with ever since LotR and the table games of yore would get destroyed by something which doesn't make sense. To me, anyway. I am glad Buffy (nor anyone else in your tales) are this way. I understand that the Green Pact was meant to protect the forest, but as an example of how short-sighted this pact is: plenty of plants are meant to be eaten. Their seeds would not spread otherwise. Trees and bushes and other flora overproduce in years without drought. The way I see it, this overproduction of green is meant to be used and eaten, to continue the circle of life. I mean, what else are they gonna eat, especially those of us who are not carnivores?

Sorry. I am getting philosophical. Maybe they are talking about entire forests though. Don't tear down entire forests. In that case, the Green Pact makes more sense. Let me have a look at UESP.



Blecch. I don't see it. I'm trampling lore I guess. Oh well. There are times Lady Saga lives off the land, especially if she's in wilderness for days on end. She lives off of all those leaves, seeds, flowers, herbs, mushrooms (etc.) That is what she wants. I won't make her eat deer or lamb or even other elves just because portions of lore says she's supposed to.



I agree.

I also like Buffy's answer to the Arch Mage. Nature is not all butterflies and sunshine. There are thunderstorms, tornadoes, earthquakes, freezing cold, and so on. She can incorporate all of this into her new association with Kynareth, as the need arises from time to time. Druids in a lot of role-playing games also rely upon natural forces such as these.

Whoa. That is it! Deep! [censored] what an ending. I knew it was coming soon, because you said it'd go into the summer. I love that though. Those lights flicker at the very end. I wonder if anyone else in the room noticed?

Very nice, Sir Acadian. Thank you for sharing Buffy Book 3.

A great story with a neat and satisfying conclusion.

Like before, I once again liked the effect of lanterns lighting up, as in a confirmation of Buffy's path. The final sentence is very 'powerful'.

Buffy would fare well on exams, considering how clever answers was she providing to the Arch-Mage.

I admit that I'll miss weekly Wednesday stories.

Now where's a teaser for Book 4?

This is a nice wrap up to what has been a journey of recovery and heart's ease after the trauma of such deep loss. I liked how the Divines recognized Buffy as Kyne's Chosen.

As an aside to Renee, being strict carnivores is not so bizarre - cats are obligate carnivores, so why not Bosmer? Yeah, I know, they're essentially omnivores forced into an all meat diet, but with care it's not so bad. And how is that different from a vegan diet?

I have my Bosmer drink mead, because mead is fermented honey, a product of bees. Does she drink wine or ale? No. Just mead, and of course, rotmeth. Which is why her ESO rotmeth brewery has three different kinds - red meat, fish, and insects . . .

As far as cannibalism goes . . . well, in some cultures it is practiced as a ritual - the dead is consumed in order to keep them among the living - their essence, anyway. And headhunter tribes consume the brains of fallen enemies as a way of asserting dominance over them. That's in our human lore, not Nirn! Also when no other meat is available and people are dying of starvation, wouldn't it be wasteful to let the meat of the dead rot into the ground or be consumed by blowfly larvae?

Sorry about that, I just have so little to say except what a satisfying end to Buffy's sojourn in Cyrodiil. What's next? Fourth Era Skyrim? Or a little bit of time traveling back to the Second Era?

Wow, it is chapter 37 already. I had to look back to make sure this book started at chapter 1. Time really flew past!

“Use Nature's gifts wisely,” I stated. “Respect her power, and fear her fury.”
Sounds like wise counsel for people who are not Paladins as well.

I loved the evolution of your world-building with the Bosmer here, and how it makes room for many different ways of being a Bosmer.

I also appreciated how Traven deliberately tested Buffy there.

And a very nice wrap up as Buffy fully steps into her new path in life. Now I cannot wait to see what comes next!

Tbh, part of me does seriously contemplate the possibility of a Buffy/Stormcrow crossover someday. As crazy as that might sound. One of the reasons I introduced the sanctum in the Witch House was so that one day January could use it (probably not intentionally), to travel between alternate universes. Just like its maker Keziah. Someday I can see a long story arc where January travels from world to world, trying to find her way back home. Nirn could very well be a stopover in that journey.

This book has been a great joy to read. I am glad it was Kynareth that took Buffy as paladin. Knight Arcana, I like the sound of that.

Previously- In the final episode, Buffy was called to the University’s chapel and questioned by several of the senior staff regarding her new allegiance as Kynareth’s paladin. Buffy acquitted herself well and accepted an invitation to join the Order of the Lamp.

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Renee- Prior to Book 3, we simply maintained that the Green Pact did not exist in Buffy Fiction. After playing ESO we decided to make room for it by, as you saw, crafting other solutions to the Wild Hunt curse. I was glad we were able to craft a relationship with nature for Buffy’s Clan that is much more akin to that of the American Indians. As SubRosa taught me, and I heartily endorse, lore exists to support our stories, not hinder them.

Thank you so much for the enthusiastic support you have provided throughout this story and for readily asking questions that arise, particularly about things from Buffy’s past so I could provide reviews as required.

Lopov- It has been such a pleasure having you along for this story! One of my intents in that final episode was to show the Divines quietly at work as Buffy realized it was knowledge and confidence imparted by Kynareth under that oak tree that enabled Buffy to so adeptly respond to the Arch Mage’s challenge. And, of course the lanterns brightening at the very end.

Rider- Thanks for your wonderfully supportive comments throughout! As you noticed, during this book, Buffy grew from pitying herself and self-destructive behavior over the loss of Savlian to gradually using her memories of him for productive purposes. Like recalling some of the organized warfare things she learned from him and using his death as inspiration to literally do whatever it took to heal Agronak.

Though we have no definite plans, I expect we’re likely to read of Buffy next in the Second Era. One objective of Book 3 was to allow us to comfortably move beyond TES IV if desired.

SubRosa- Thanks for your endorsement of how Buffy handled the question about Yffre. I know you and I have both agreed on how ludicrous and impractical the Green Pact would be in practice, so a more. . . elegant alternative for Buffy was certainly called for. In ESO the Green Pact is very evident in Valenwood but many Bosmer simply blow it off. I’m pleased we were able to come up with a couple alternatives for differing clans.

I’m glad Traven’s ‘test’ for Buffy seemed effective without making him look too much like a jerk. My thinking was that the Arch Mage considers it a big deal to ensure his knights would stop even (especially) him should he advocate the use of magic for evil purpose.

A coop fic effort between January and Buffy could be great fun! I remember what a pleasure it was working with you on our Tournament of Archers. And both ladies do have quite a bit in common in terms of still having much to learn, being impatient, struggling a bit with self-confidence and, above all, having a good heart.

macole- Thank you for joining us on Buffy’s journey! I too think Kynareth was a good ‘fit’ for Buffy. Long ago, I had vague visions of somehow incorporating the Order of the Lamp as a way for Buffy to combine the love of her guild with being a knight. Calling them knights arcana seemed to make perfect sense and sound pretty cool too.

All- I have updated our Executive Summary thread in my subforum to include a concise summary of Book 3. I’ll let this thread rest here for a time, then move it to our subforum. As I mentioned to Rider above, no fiction draft is in the works at this point, though I think it likely that more of Buffy’s story remains in our future. Thank you all again for the wonderful and warm support for Buffy’s fiction!

Episode 35: My hearts hurts for Baurus. I’m glad that he made an appearance here. Equestria and the University, two places that will help Buffy hit her refresh button! Ah, a wordless message from Azura. Glad to see she is still in the picture.

Episode 36: Kyne’s breath, I love a University breakfast! Buffy’s day with Kynareth was just perfect.

Episode 37: That simple ceremony wrapped things up beautifully. It was a delight to follow Buffy through the end of the Third Era. As she steps out of the chapel as Dame Buffy, I wonder what adventures she will find next!

Grits As ever, thank you for your kind and supportive words. You have been a wonderful supporter of my little elf with the gift of graciously always knowing the encouraging words I need. As I've mentioned above, no definite story plans in work. So much potential out there though! If I had to guess, I expect the next we hear from the buckskin mage of Kynareth will be either from the Second Era.

My plan with Book 3 is to let it rest here another week then quietly move it to the Acadian fanfic subforum.

Ha, sorry about all those questions, my mom used to be a journalist and she'd go out and interview people, I think that's partially where that comes from. But also, I had a lot of curiosity because I wasn't around for the first book.