I like this approach. Buffy's not going to arrive with no skills at all, and spend months getting up to speed (as in riding lessons). I eagerly await her first experience of wayshrines, and the frustration of not knowing the one where she wants to go.

I just accidentally read some comments, and whoa, she joins the Templar Class (think it's a class). I know there are several 'versions' of Buffy though. Some are adept at archery, others better at wizardry as I recall.

Ah, so we DO Need to upgrade archery. Through crafting though, not a buyable DLC pack like I guessed. That's actually a good thing to know, assuming I'll ever return to Ana Khannda.

Your unique perspective often causes me to really think through and reexamine things

Sorry! I do delve a little too deep, sometimes. Might annoy some ppl. But I also enjoy when other readers cause me to reexamine my own characters. This means I'm getting a fresh perspective which needs consideration.

Sounds like the start of ESO, those choices of Holy Light and so on. Not sure; haven't played ESO since 2021. But for sure, Buffy's probably going to explain the rather unique spells she made, such as the one which makes her invisible, yet a clannfear takes her place. 🦖 WOW... "I can survive without my bow, but not without my spells!" Didn't expect that.

Oh yeah, she wants to continue being a Healer. If any of this is based on ESO, she'll have plenty to do in that scenario.

Hmm, I'm not seeing her taking Storm. If January Ward was being asked the same, she'd choose Storm though! ---- “While I need the ability to vanquish my foes, I don’t fancy the lack of a robust ability to protect and heal allies.” --- Correct, she's got her Bow for 'vanquishing'.

Forest Magic seems more her thing, being a Wood Elf and all, even though she's from Bravil, she's already visited Valenwood. --- “That sounds a bit busy. . . but having a guardian occupy foes while I deliver damage from range might be quite helpful,” I commented. --- Oookay. And what about Holy Light?

"You can only have one active at a time..." --- A ha. So this could be why there's more than "one" Buffy IF this is being based on online.

I love the ending part, when Kynareth guides her to this mysterious new location.

Previously- Buffy and Kynareth discussed the Divine blessings that would inspire Buffy’s magic during her journey to the Second Era. After learning about the blessings of Storm, Forest and Holy Light and consulting with Acadian, Buffy chose Kynareth’s blessing of Holy Light. Kynareth then teleported them to a secluded grotto to begin Buffy’s training.

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Rider- Buffy will indeed resemble a Templar mage. We actually maintain a handful of variants of Buffy in ESO – all identical except for class. That is what Kynareth alluded to about eventually learning and moving among multiple blessings.

SubRosa- Stormcrow would certainly be a Stormmage in ESO! I’m glad Kynareth’s description of Holy Light struck you as more ‘Buffy’ than the other blessings, as healing has become more and more central to who she is.

Lopov- Thanks for agreeing with Buffy’s choice to start out with the blessing of Holy Light. The next couple episodes will focus learning her new unique weapon and spells.

ghastley- Thanks. There will be so much new for Buffy in the 2nd Era, having the basics of combat worked before she goes will ease her transition. Yup, she’ll have fun with wayshrines!

Renee- Thanks! In Buffy’s long evolution, she will indeed someday master more than one blessing and weapon, but only be able to use one combination at a time. In ESO, our Forest blessing is represented by the Warden class. Because it is a weird combination of ice and Morrowind flora/fauna but has a bear companion, it requires a lot of head canon to actually fit Buffy. Holy Light blessing (Templar class), though suits a classic combat healer nicely. You are right in that there are plenty of opportunities to heal in ESO. That is what helped Buffy’s naturally nurturing nature really blossom into the realization that healing is her true calling.


As I looked around Kynareth’s grotto, she said, “Before we move to spells, let us equip you with a weapon that will serve you in the Second Era.” After clearing her throat, she stated with an air of formality, “Dame Buffy, let me introduce you to Carsomyr the Holy Avenger – the weapon every one of my paladins has carried.” With a wave of her hand a blue shimmering sword appeared in front of us.

The blade hovered vertically with its pommel nearly resting on the ground. The distance to its tip was greater than my height. I bit my lip to keep from saying anything as I looked askance at the wavering form of the beautiful but totally inappropriate – for me – two handed sword.

It was Acadian who spoke – before I could cry or put my foot in my mouth. “It is good to see you again, old friend. Last you filled my hands you took the form of an arming sword and shield, for that is what I needed. But I know that this is the way Zenithar forged you and Kyne enchanted you so long ago. I know also that you will join with this newest paladin of Kynareth and quickly assume the most effective form to best serve her needs.”

“Thank you, Acadian,” said Kynareth. “Buffy does not yet fully know me – or my rather whimsical sense of humor - and your words impart more to ease her mind than would mine.” Turning to me, she continued, “Though I confess to rather enjoying the predictably priceless look on your face, the old paladin speaks truly. Grasp Carsomyr and open your mind that it may learn your nature.”

I squatted down and wrapped both hands around the weapon’s hand grip which was notably longer than my forearm. Doubting I would able to lift such a weapon I tried to stand. To my amazement, the sword nearly leaped into the air pulling me into a combat ready stance that would have done justice to a Nord warrior.

Almost immediately I felt the weapon – Carsomyr – probing my mind and memories. I could tell it was examining and assessing every time I had been in combat, each patient I had healed or lost, every arrow I had loosed and spell I had cast. Even my recent conversation with Kynareth during which I had chosen her blessing of Holy Light. The link went both ways though, as images of Kynareth’s paladins past – one at a time - cycled through my mind. Some were mighty warriors, including Acadian. Others were mages wielding a variety of strange spells. I noticed that each carried the recognizable blue glowing Carsomyr whether in the form of axe, blade, bow, staff, mace or daggers. The flood of information between the weapon and I eventually slowed to a stop.

I realized my eyes were closed and opened them to see my hands wrapped around not the grip of a massive blade, but a magic staff. The weapon remained slightly taller than I and retained its blue, wavering ethereal glow.

“Carsomyr is a part of you now,” Kynareth’s words drew my mind back to the grotto. “Though it will not speak to you, the weapon is ancient and has seen enough that it has become a living spirit. In your case it joins the other spirits you carry within. Though, like both you and I, Carsomyr can change and evolve, it has chosen to serve you in the form of a powerful staff – for now. It knows the spells I will teach you and is a fine complement to them. Equally important to its ability to damage foes, it serves as a focus for your magicka. You will find that with Carsomyr in your hand, your spells will be more effective.” She smiled and pointed at one wall of the cavern, where I saw a wooden target that had not been there before. “Try it.”

I held the staff in my right hand and leveled it at the target. Nothing happened. I wiggled it slightly. Still nothing. “How do I make this work?” It was not Kynareth or Acadian who answered but, rather, Carsomyr itself. Not with words mind you, but I felt a small flow of magic from the staff travel up my arm. Suddenly, the knowledge I needed was clear. I envisioned launching magic to strike the target, and Carsomyr instantly responded to my will with a brief burst. I then wished for a more powerful attack and was rewarded by a continuous stream of magic into the target.

“As you have just learned,” said Kynareth, “Carsomyr delivers either brief bursts, called light attacks, or longer streams of damage for several seconds. Those are called heavy attacks. I’m sure you have also noticed the weapon does not use your magicka for its attacks. In fact, its heavy attacks will actually restore magicka to you – worth remembering when rapidly casting spells. Working heavy attacks into your combat can do much to sustain your magicka. Now, try raising the weapon to block.”

Grasping Carsomyr in both hands I raised it in front of me, positioned to block an attack. A translucent shield of golden light blossomed to life in front of the staff.

“This shield,” I heard Kynareth say, “will ward you from any attack from your front. You are unable to cast spells, however, while so warded.”

As I lowered the staff, the shield dissipated. I winced as recalled the last time I blocked with my weapon. My bow and left arm had been shattered, and I nearly lost my life. “I think Carsomyr and I shall get along famously.”

“I hoped you would not be disappointed if Carsomyr determined that a staff might better serve your needs for now than a bow.” Her eyes revealed that her statement was meant as a question.

“I confess some surprise, My Lady, but was it not I who said my spells were more important than my bow? You trust me to save our dragon mare’s spirit. As I prepare to venture into the unknown to do so, I will trust you and Carsomyr.”

She smiled and I noted a bit of relief in her eyes.

In truth, I wondered whether I would miss my bow. . . even the bowstring calluses that had marred the fingers of my right hand for so many years. I was glad for my choice of words though. They were true enough but, just as importantly, it was clear that my feelings on the matter were of concern to Kynareth; therefore, her feelings were of concern to me.

“To dispel Carsomyr, open your hand,” she continued. “To conjure it again, simply think of the weapon. By the time you close your fingers, Carsomyr will fill your grasp.”

As I opened my fingers the weapon disappeared.

“We have accomplished much today, Buffy. I shall return you to Bravil now. Meet me on the bank of the Niben at sunrise. Tomorrow, I shall introduce you to your new spells.”

Whoa, she's got an Artifact! A Holy Weapon. ➕ Blade is taller than she is! How's she gonna wield it? Ah, but it's a magical sword. It 'assists' the fragile glasscannon elf to wield it. Cool.

Can you post a pic of Buffy as a Templar?

When Acadian speaks, lately I've been "hearing" Michael Caine as I read.

Yikes. The sword is gathering her mind! Like a device uploading information. So when it says "some were mighty warriors, like Acadian" are you talking about when you initially play a game just to get to know it, before Buffy takes over?

Okay, the sword has become a staff, phew. And.... this is quite a weapon. It's a mind weapon, in a way, not a muscle weapon.

"I confess some surprise, My Lady, but was it not I who said my spells were more important than my bow? You trust me to save our dragon mare’s spirit. As I prepare to venture into the unknown...."

Really am noticing speech patterns lately, the way the words are actually arranged. How there's a difference even between the way Buffy says things and Kynareth.

I'm at work btw, but not due on the floor until 11:00. So that was a fun way to begin the morning. ☕☕

A Holy Avenger? Jinkies! That is the awesomest weapon of all fantasy RPGs! This scene reminds me of Elrond giving Anduril to Aragorn. They will answer to Kyne's Paladin!

I love the background lore that Carsomyr adapts its form to suit the nature of its wielder. It is consistent with how some artifacts change between games in the ES series. It is also a really cool idea.

Ah, so it has taken the form of a staff. That fits with ESO, and with Buffy's great focus on being a magician rather than an archer of late. I am sure Gandalf would be pleased.

Hmm...

Blue glow, and disappears when you release it. That rings a bell. I think I might have one like that, even if it doesn't decide what weapon it wants to be.

Carsomyr! All my ESO mages now wield some form of the same weapon - it's awesome that it disappears when not needed, but comes to life when they grab for it.

I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that it chose to come to Buffy as a staff, rather than as a bow. But it makes sense in view of what's ahead of her in 2E Tamriel.

And yes, I do see Buffy as all three types of warrior/healer - in fact I believe I've played alongside her as Templar and as Sorcerer, though I don't recall playing with Warden Buffy. Always fun and my crew is always grateful for her healing.

Carsomyr! What a neat touch and what a neat coincidence. Just yesterday my party in Baldur's Gate II got their hands on Carsomir after killing Firkraag.

“Carsomyr is a part of you now,” Kynareth’s words drew my mind back to the grotto.

And Buffy became a part of Carsomyr.

A great feat, that the sword actually adapts itself to the one, that wears it, in Buffy's case it'll be a staff. I too find it awesome that it's there, when you need it, but safely "hidden" when not in use.

The physical contrast between Carsomyr the Holy Avenger and dear Buffy’s perfectly-sized self gave me a smile. How cool that Acadian spoke up before Buffy could be upset, and how very cool that of course he knows Carsomyr! That was an awesome scene!

Team Buffy made swift progress this episode, and hooray for the new team member! Buffy is her own style of paladin. I can picture her wielding the staff Carsomyr with the blessing of Kynareth’s Holy Light. Yay!

Previously- Kynareth introduced Buffy to Carsomyr – the weapon every one of her paladins has carried. Once Buffy grasped the weapon in its native great sword form, it learned her nature/aspirations and transformed into a magic staff. She learned the basics of how to use the new weapon before Kynareth called her training for the day complete with the promise to move on to spells the following day.

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Renee- When Buffy thought Kynareth was giving her a giant two handed sword, the little elf almost wet herself. Yes, Carsomyr is quite a magical weapon – even more so in the form of a staff. Regarding Buffy’s speech patterns, she is quite skilled in speechcraft (part of the way she compensates for her unimpressive stature) and is acutely aware of who she is talking to. Though her default speech is quite informal, you’ll notice she shifts readily from more formal to informal speech mannerisms based on who she’s talking to. You may also notice that both Kynareth and Acadian consistently speak more formally. Similar to what you may have noticed with Blood Raven in SubRosa’s wonderful fiction. Not using contractions is one example of this. And, as requested, a couple screenshots: Carsomyr and Blocking

SubRosa- I couldn’t resist going with the most famous weapon name in all of paladin lore. The concept of using a staff to help focus one’s magic is one I borrowed from you – thank you! We wrestled mightily as to whether to have Buffy begin her ESO adventuring as a staff wielding mage of Holy Light or a bow wielding Forest mystic archer. Eventually (beyond this book) she will master the ability to move from one to the other.

ghastley- One thing I love about ESO is the almost limitless flexibility the game’s outfit/costume system allows. You can wear what you need to for performance but make it look however you want. Buffy literally changes the appearance of her outfit, hair and bling/accessories countless times a day to suit her environs or mood.

Rider- Thank you! Buffy has always loved the idea of summoning/unsummoning her weapon. Currently, she spends her time almost evenly split between a templar staff healer and a warden bow healer. Both work well. She finds the former is easier to master and more group friendly; the latter is more complex to learn and does more damage. The feel is quite different though and she enjoys moving from one to the other. The ability to move among classes is also a survival requirement. Being a dynamic online game, classes are subject to changes for the good and bad. If one class changes for the worse, it is nice to have others already developed that continue to work well. In the long haul, it is almost a comically circular process. Nerf one class out of favor. Wait a year or two and it gets buffed back into favor.

Lopov- Killing Firkraag to get Carsomyr in BG 2! I know it well! Thanks. Buffy does favor summoned weapons. Much nicer than having a staff or bow glued to her back when not fighting. It also allows her to not openly display her weapon but never be caught without.

Grits- Thank you! I’m so glad that Buffy’s potential dismay at being offered a massive great sword came through clearly. Fortunately, Acadian knows her well enough to quickly intervene.




Kynareth and I stood facing each other in her grotto. “Close your eyes and open your mind, young paladin. I shall bestow my blessing of Holy Light upon you.”

As I felt her hands upon my face, magic flowed into me. Images of Magnus traveling across the sky. Its gentle warmth caressing my skin. A concentrated beam of light being channeled into the chest of a clannfear until the beast burst apart. Casting spells with the knowledge of how to use this new magic to both heal allies and damage foes.

Presently, I heard, “Open your eyes,” and Kynareth lowered her hands.

I looked up at her. “I feel several quite unfamiliar spells now at my disposal.”

She nodded. “Let me tell you what each of them does. Then we will spend some time letting you familiarize yourself with them.”

“Spell Power Cure is a passive ability that you now inherently possess,” she began. “Whenever you heal yourself or an ally, their damage is increased for several seconds. Some of your active spells can provide continuous healing, allowing you to keep this effect active for an entire battle. You can readily verify when it is in effect by a lavender glow surrounding the arms of those affected.”

“Regeneration is your first of five active spells. To cast it, spike your staff vertically into the air. It will seek up to three allies within visual range and provide them with continuous healing for a moderate duration.”

“For Cleansing Ritual you strike the heel of your staff upon the ground to brand a large area around you for a significant duration. Allies standing within your ritual receive continuous healing, moderate damage shielding and the removal of any ill effects – including curses. The spell also has a unique contingency; that is, if for any reason your spellcasting is disabled, this spell will automatically be cast.”

“You can cast Healing Ward upon yourself or any ally within visual range. It provides a very powerful ward and period of healing, but its duration is short and it costs a good deal of magicka. Unlike the warding provided to you when you raise Carsomyr to block, you can cast other spells while warded by this one.”

My eyes opened wide. “Ranged heals! Long have I dreamed of such. I’ve always had to touch my allies to heal them.”

She nodded. “Yes, but healing from distance is quite generic. It will keep an ally in the fight but is a far cry from the accurate diagnoses and precise healing you can accomplish by laying on hands.”

“My Lady. . . so far, what you have described focuses on healing, protecting and boosting damage. Do your Divine spells provide damage as well or will my attacks come purely from Carsomyr?”

“Both.” She replied. “As promised, Buffy, Holy Light excels at protecting and strengthening you and your allies. Even the last two spells I will describe, though primarily offensive, provide some degree of support.”

“To cast Blazing Spear,” she continued, “you direct Carsomyr toward a spot on the ground. A spear of Holy Light will leave the weapon and, upon impact, shatter. The resultant shards linger and continuously damage all foes within the burst area, breach their defenses and briefly immobilize less powerful enemies. Most of its damage is delivered upon its initial burst, so casting the spell in rapid succession can prove very effective at quickly damaging groups of enemies. It also restores both stamina and magicka to allies within its radius.”

A wave of relief washed over me. “Immobilizing enemies sounds like it will go a long way toward compensating for losing the ability to control foes with my illusion magic.”

She held up a hand. “As I said, Buffy, it will not control more powerful enemies. Nor, you will find, can it immobilize those who can fly.”

“But it is more powerful enemies that I fear the most,” I lamented.

She lifted my chin until our eyes met. “Buffy, you have doubtless noted that most of the spells I have given you include provisions to help allies. You are at your best when supporting strong warriors in front of you. You know this to be true from your experience fighting alongside Savlian Matius or Sir Mazoga. You may be wise to cultivate such an ally in the Second Era.”

I thought for a moment before replying. “Having someone besides myself benefit from the healing, shielding and damage boosting that these spells seem capable of does make sense. I will heed your words, My Lady.”

“One last spell,” she said. “Radiant Glory is also cast through Carsomyr and channels a concentrated beam of Holy Light that inflicts high damage to a single target. It also transfers some of that target’s health to you. The damage increases dramatically as your foe gets closer to death. It is expensive to cast and best used when your enemy is significantly damaged – or when you are cornered and heavily wounded. Now, while my descriptions are still fresh in your mind, try casting your new spells.”

I did so for a good part of the afternoon. I was used to channeling magicka down my right arm, gathering it in my fist then releasing it for normal spells. For these Holy Light spells, however, I held Carsomyr in my right hand, still channeled magicka through that arm but let it flow right into Carsomyr instead of gathering it in my hand. The weapon enhanced and focused that magicka before releasing my spell. During Carsomyr’s heavy attacks, the staff channeled some of its own seemingly limitless magicka to me. I began to learn how to use the new spells in combination with each other and even started to work out how to balance an effective tempo between staff attacks and spells that did not excessively deplete my magicka. Kynareth reminded me that my damage spells would not harm allies and informed me that neither would Carsomyr.

I paused to slip free the leather thong that restrained my ponytail long enough to capture the errant tresses which had escaped during my practice session. Pondering the impressive synergy between my new spells and weapon, I began to understand the wisdom of Carsomyr manifesting as a staff to help me.

Before I resumed, however, Kynareth stopped me. “You have done well, Buffy. Be assured there will be opportunities for combat to hone your skills before you locate Drodda, but I believe you will be ready to fight in the Second Era. Let me return you to Bravil. Tomorrow we will talk about the process of traveling back in time and decide when you will do so.”

Interesting explanation of how to wield the staff - it does jibe with what I've seen with my ESO Argis (my magplar). I really liked the reminder of what each spell does.

Good advice to have a tank in front of Buffy at all times - it is something Lili understands very well after her decades of adventuring around Nirn!

Looking forward to the challenges of time travel! Wonder how Akatosh will appear, if he will appear, in this story!

I had to look for a few moments to find Buffy in the Blocking pic! That is a big shield for a little elf!

Holy Light sounds like something Silverlight would use. Chanelling the goddess-given power of elemental Light to vanquish Darkness. I played her as a Light Domain cleric in Baldur's Gate 3, and she was really impressive.

A continuous healing spell on another person sounds like an awesome thing for a party-based game. Your back-liner healer could cast that on the party tank, and they could hold the line forever against the enemy.

It sounds to me like Buffy might want to become pals with someone in the 2nd Age such as a Titanborn...

I wonder if traveling back in time will involve a blue police box, or a phone booth? Or perhaps a hot tub?

How fun to hear Kynareth explain Buffy’s new spells and abilities, starting with the great Spell Power Cure. The names Blazing Spear and Radiant Glory give us a good idea what a bearer of Holy Light looks like in a fight! Delighted to see Buffy putting her spells together into a combat rhythm.

I wonder how… I wonder who… I wonder what… I guess I will be patient and wait to find out!!

Buffy's done with being schooled about her new spells. I bet that she remembered it all but I'll need to read the story again a few more times to keep it all memorized.

Allies are often mentioned in the story...I wonder if that's a hint for things to come, that maybe Buffy will indeed find some allies to fight Drodda...

Thanks for posting the two pictures.

Yes I have noticed when sometimes her speech shifts from informal to more formal, I meant the actual structure of words though, the way verbs, nouns, adjectives (etc.) are arranged. There's a difference between how they're arranged when Buffy speaks compared to Kynareth, for instance, and vice versa. Kynareth also has a slightly 'different' way of speaking (compared to our society, 2024 Earth) yet she doesn't get quite as ....archaic, I guess.

I'd need to get scientific/more specific to explain what I'm noticing. Maybe I'll do that later, and then message you.

That's deep, the way she receives new spells. How many new spells? We've got 1). Spell Cure Power, which contains a dual effect, nice.

2). Regeneration, very powerful! It's got an area effect, seems like.
3). Cleansing Ritual also has an area effect.
4). Healing Ward is more specific. Can cast on self or specifically on someone else.

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“Ranged heals! Long have I dreamed of such...."

Okay, this is what I meant up above. "Adjective noun! Adjective auxiliary-verb pronoun verb preposition noun..." Especially the second sentence. In our society, most folks might structure that like "I have dreamed about those..." or "I have dreamed about them..." So... "Pronoun auxiliary-verb preposition noun..."

That might be a little off, those terms. Been decades since I've been in school. But it's the structuring I'm referring to. I don't notice Kynareth arranging words the same way, even though she's otherworldly (and therefore is going to speak differently than we do) and also in the same story as your elf. And certainly not Mazoga or any of her other mortal friends back home. Hope that made sense! It's like the difference between Jan and Branwen, except I'm comparing a mortal and a god who reside in another realm entirely.

“Yes, but healing from distance is quite generic. It will keep an ally in the fight but is a far cry from the accurate diagnoses and precise healing you can accomplish by laying on hands.”

Kynareth doesn't get as exotic with her wording. We, in our society, might put the article "A" in front of 'distance', that's the main difference. It's not wrong that Kynareth doesn't do so, but it's also a slight deviation from us. So, that's what I'm trying to say. Buffy goes a little bit further away from modern Earth speaking than Kyne.

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Yes, I noticed the lack of offensive magic, as well. Can she still use her bow, or does being a Holy Avenger forfeit this ability? -- Blazing Spear sounds wicked, but Buffy's a bowgirl! 🏹

Radiant Glory = more awesomeness. Problem is it uses mana. Is it me, or does the glass cannon elf seem like she's searching?

Previously- Buffy’s training continued as Kynareth shared her spells of Holy Light, explained their use and gave the young paladin a chance to practice them in conjunction with her new staff, Carsomyr. As the day concluded, Kynareth was satisfied with Buffy’s progress and announced that the following morning, they would discuss and schedule arrangements for her actual travel to the Second Era.

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Rider- I’m glad you enjoyed our attempt to explain how Buffy’s staff works. You are absolutely right that Buffy, like Lili, is going to want someone wearing and wielding steel in front of her. Akatosh has provided Kynareth the power/knowledge she needs to accomplish her task of moving Buffy to the Second Era, so we won’t actually be meeting him.

SubRosa- Buffy’s shield is not quite as big as the pic made it look since the pic had the shield so close to the camera. Here’s another shot taken from more of a ‘Does this make my butt look big?’ angle. Yes, I figure Buffy’s Holy Light is inspired by the sun, just as Silverlight’s magic is inspired by the moon. The healing spells can be helpful in a fight indeed although there are some powerful foes that crank out enough damage to overwhelm. And you’re right – she’s gonna need someone sturdier than herself to help.

Grits- Buffy and Kynareth will discuss the when and where of her upcoming time travel in today’s episode. Then another episode to say her goodbyes. Finally it’ll be off to the Second Era in the episode after that! Buffy will describe the time travel experience from her perspective of course.

Lopov- Though I did use specifics in describing Buffy’s new suite of spells, my intent was to impart a ‘feel’ for what they, in combination with her staff, can accomplish in general. There actually won’t be a great deal of combat in this book and when there is, my plan is to refresh what her spells do as she uses them. So please don’t worry about trying to retain the details of this past episode.

Renee- Fun observations on the speech patterns! I confess, a good deal of it is subconscious; that is it just flows out of Buffy that way since she is of a different world. In the episode before this one Buffy’s weapon (Carsomyr) knew that she would be a paladin of Holy Light and Carsomyr determined that a magic staff would suit her better than a bow at this point. So she’s a staff wielding mage instead of a bow wielding mage for now. Blazing spear is a spell that Buffy casts through her staff causing a magical spear of Holy Light to launch to the target area as described. Buffy is constantly evolving – a necessity, given that she is my one and only character and needs to adventure for many years across numerous games. Her ability to control foes with illusion magic will be gone in the Second Era, but her ability as a healer has blossomed. In the Second Era, she’ll rely on a sturdy companion up front to help control foes, and that will work because of her ability to heal them in combat. So she is currently evolving into a combat healer. She’ll use a staff and Holy Light spells through this book. In the longer future though, she’ll learn other spells and Carsomyr will shift between bow and staff to best support whichever suite of spells she is using.



The following morning, I met Kynarath at our usual spot just north of Bravil on the shore of the Niben. We sat side by side watching the sun climb the trees across the river.

“My Lady?”

“Dame Buffy?”

I giggled. “I’m just a little Bosmer. You can call me Buffy, you know.”

“Of course I can. I was teasing you for calling me ‘My Lady’.” Her smile was bright, her eyes sparkled and her tone was light.”

I tilted my head. “What should I call you then, if not My Lady? Sky Goddess?”

“By Dibella’s silky breeches, I should hope not!” She gently elbowed me. “How about Kynareth? Or perhaps. . . .”

“Or perhaps what, My La- I mean Kynareth?”

She hesitated before she spoke, “I’ve watched you all your life, Buffy. I know how much you treasure your friends. Not to be presumptive, but I can think of no higher title.”

“You, who intervened when I alone could not heal Sir Agronak and my own life was in danger? You, who believed in me enough to choose me as your paladin? You, who are spending so much time helping and training me that I might successfully save our dragon’s spirit and the life of my precious mare?” I was blinking back tears by the time I said, “You have earned that title and more. . . my friend.” Without thinking, I hugged her. She hugged me back.

When we drew apart, I noticed her eyes were moist – like mine. Finally she said, “We have much to discuss today and I believe you started to ask a question?”

I smiled as I looked at her differently. I would not quest for her because she was a Divine and I was her paladin; I would do so because she was my friend. “Yes, My- I mean Kynareth. You said every one of your paladins has used the weapon I now carry. . . . Could that mean you only have one paladin at a time?”

“That is exactly what it means, Buffy. Akatosh, Stendaar and Mara sponsor many paladins at the same time – usually more than a score. Despite being relatively new to the Divines, likewise with Talos. Arkay and Zenithar normally support half a dozen or more. Julianos and Dibella choose to maintain but a handful. And I. . . well, I have no more than one paladin at a time. Even during the Great Dragon War, the paladins who fought alongside Acadian were sponsored by other Divines. On occasion I have gone centuries with no paladin at all for, like you, I grieve hard. When I lost Acadian, I cried a blizzard of tears that blankets much of Skyrim to this day. During the time to which you will be traveling, I was in such a period so you will be the only paladin of Kynareth then just as you are currently.”

“Moving on,” she continued, “I know you were an avid reader at the University and that you have the ability to recall anything you have read. I presume you are familiar with the political situation of the Second Era? Such knowledge will be invaluable in allowing you to more discretely adapt to that time.”

“I think so.” I closed my eyes while my mind sped through the pages of relevant texts. After a few moments I looked up at Kynareth and was able to add, “There are three alliances all battling the Empire – as well as each other - for control of the Imperial City. Damage to the city and surrounding areas in Cyrodiil has been devastating and the war even ripples out, to a much lesser degree, into the respective provinces those factions control.”

“Go on,” she instructed.

“The Aldmeri Dominion alliance controls the area to the southwest,” I continued, “comprised of the homelands of the Altmer, Bosmer and Khajiit. The Ebonheart Pact is an alliance of Nords, Dunmer and Argonians and controls most provinces to the east. Finally, the Daggerfall Covenent operates from the northwest provinces of the Bretons, Redguards and Orcs. Some Tamriel-wide organizations, including churches and most guilds, have been able to operate with a good degree of neutrality.”

Kynareth nodded approvingly. “That will certainly suffice for all but the most intense political discussions. Are you familiar with how wayshrines were used in the Second Era?”

“Again, I believe so,” I began. “Today there but few wayshrines and they are used mostly as Divine worship sites. Up until early in the Third Era, however, there were many more and they were used like a form of portal or transitus network, though I’ve no idea what type of magic was involved. Touching one would attune the user to that particular wayshrine and enable them to instantly return to it from any other wayshrine. Who built them is not clear but many are of standing stone type construction.”

“Yes, Buffy, that will allow you to avoid asking questions that result in either an interrogation into your origins or an accusation of being daft. Let us move on,” she continued, “to a detail of the actual time travel. We know when, but where shall we send you? I know not the precise location of Drodda beyond the likelihood that she is collocated with the frozen corpse of Phantom somewhere in Skyrim. Skyrim in the Second Era is not kind to Bosmer, however, and I think you would be well served to arrive in friendlier territory. That should allow you time to get more comfortable with the spells I have given you and to establish some connections.”

I thought for a moment. “I’ll be trying to track down a rogue mage . . . so, perhaps the Mages Guild might be a good place to start. Oh, that reminds me,” I added, “Guildmagister Dagail, of Leyawiin somehow knows something of my quest, for she urged me to seek her out at the Leyawiin guildhall after you ‘send me to where and when I must go’.”

Kynareth smiled. “Ah yes. There are things about Dagail beyond even my ken, but her ability as a seer is without equal. I believe Leyawiin would be an excellent place to arrive. Well, probably on the outskirts I suppose. You will be naked after all.”

“When do I go?” I asked.

“The sooner you leave,” she replied, “the less you will need to rush things after you arrive, for you will want to proceed in a measured manner. Remember, it is likely half a year or more before Drodda is able to permanently damage Phantom’s spirit, and you will likely get but one chance to stop her. Do not rush things. In short answer to your question, Buffy, I think you should leave as soon as you are able to complete your goodbyes. Just remember that, on both ends for differing reasons, I would urge you to avoid discussion of time travel with anyone unless it is absolutely essential to the success of your quest.”

“Understood,” I said. “Boderi Farano will know what has happened when I disappear, and I think she’ll be pleased for me. I’ll send a letter to Sirs Mazoga and Agronak; I’d cry and perhaps even question my mission if I did that in person. That leaves my friends in Bravil and that will be tearful enough.” I paused for a moment. “How about the day after tomorrow?”

“That will be fine, Buffy. Let us meet here but at sunset. I want the cover of darkness to help mask your arrival. It will give you a bit of cover to get yourself sorted out. And find some clothes.”

I notice stuff like speech patterns, sorry I rambled so much. Yes, a lot of times when dialog occurs it's semi-subconscious for me too, except nowadays I notice this sort of stuff. While writing, it's sort of like automatic writing/control is dropped so a person can speak in his/her voice (not mine). While editing, I become conscious of their speech patterns.

I had a character long ago named Mycharonna who was insane and wrote crazy poetry, she wrote in a voice waaaay different from mine, or any of my characters! - That's when I began to pay attention to this stuff. We really can hear our characters speak (hear their voices in our heads) during a story/during gaming, right?

I see, no bow (Edit: for now).

That is true. Buffy's appeared in other gameworlds/realms, so she needs to adapt. "Her ability to control foes with illusion magic will be gone in the Second Era" That's fine. " In the longer future though, she’ll learn other spells and Carsomyr will shift between bow" YESSSSsssss!!! 🏹

The "My lady" conversation had me rolling! Mostly because this awkward set of replies occurs with a goddess.

Interesting. She's not doing this to obey an Aedra, she's doing this quest (these quests?) out of friendship.

Kynareth "lost" Acadian, what does that mean?

Buffy's got a photographic memory. Practically MENSA-level in our terms, Huh. Wow, the political arena of the 2nd Era is complicated!

Collocated! a word that is habitually juxtaposed with another with a frequency greater than chance:
"collocates for the word “mortgage” include “lend” and “property". That's a new word for me.

Interesting that she's not to discuss what's to happen as she time-travels to the past. Almost a non-disclosure agreement. So yeah, some folks, very few, are going to know what happened to her. But there's a long list of folks who know your elf, but won't have a clue why it's been X amount of time since they've seen her. Rumors will sprout, no doubt.

I smiled at the "how shall I address thee?" conversation at the beginning of this chapter. Much like Sten struggling between "Ma'am" and "Boss" when deep down, so deep even he doesn't know it yet, he wants nothing more than to call her "Lili" or something sweeter It's a common quandary whenever two people of very different classes/castes end up working together closely as more or less equals.

Interesting that most Divines will field an army of paladins, but Kyne (as she is called in Skyrim) has only one at a time. Hmmmm - I wonder if it implies that she sees each paladin more as a living breathing individual and less as a tool to strategically use?

I also enjoyed the brief history of wayshrines from 2E to 3E - especially since in the Gold Coast DLC I find wayshrines in the same locations as those in the Gold Coast TES IV Oblivion. Good explanation of how they deteriorated/evolved from points of magical travel to places of informal worship.

Ah, so we are off to 2E Leyawiin! I'm sure Buffy will be impressed by how shiny and new it looks compared to the second shabbiest city in 3E Cyrodiil!

But first, farewells to our Bravil friends - a sad but necessary prelude to our next Buffy adventure. How typical of Buffy to think of her friends first before starting out.

My-La-Kynareth sounds fine too.

A nice description of how "things" work in the Second Era. Since I've been away from ESO for a long time myself, I'm thankful for some refreshments / explanations.

Looks like that all that now remains is to say goodbye to her dear friends and depart on a journey...

"By Dibella's silky breeches" is one I will have to remember.

That is quite the revelation that Kynareth only has a single paladin. It really is quite an honor then. You have to be special to her. Not just "The Help".

It's funny, because even though I usually roll January as a paladin in games that have the class, I do not know who January would be a paladin of in Tamriel. In January's own world it is simple enough: Freyja. In D&D she is usually pledged to Selune, since she the light shining through darkness. Or to Ilmater, as he is a god of compassion. But there is not really a goddess of magic and death and love all in one being in the Elder Scrolls. I think she would have to serve the entire pantheon of Divines all at once.

Well that gives a brief summary of what Buffy will be walking into back in the 2nd Era. Plus an idea where to start thanks to Dagail. It looks like we are going to be on our way back in time!

I smiled as I looked at her differently. I would not quest for her because she was a Divine and I was her paladin; I would do so because she was my friend.

I adore this very Buffy moment!

When I lost Acadian, I cried a blizzard of tears that blankets much of Skyrim to this day.

And here Kynareth becomes a real, feeling entity to me. Beautiful!

That was a great summary of the Second Era Tamriel political situation. Neat to think of wayshrines deteriorating and turning to different use over the centuries.

Hugs to Buffy as she tackles her farewells.

Previously- The relationship between Kynareth and her paladin continued to grow and deepen. Together, they decided that, after a couple days for Buffy to say her goodbye’s, the elf’s initial destination in the Second Era would be the outskirts of Leyawiin.

*

Renee- Buffy and Acadian have shared many lives in numerous worlds and times. How the two of them manifest each time changes. Buffy knows this but Acadian is the keeper of their memories when it comes to details. She knows that their last life was in Tamriel during the Merethic Era and Acadian was a paladin of Kyne. Acadian and his ice dragon mount (Phantom) died during the Great Dragon War. That is what Kynareth was referring to in losing Acadian. Buffy’s role during that life is unknown to her. . . but she will learn it by the end of this book.

Rider- I like your comparison of the delicate dance between Lili and Sten with Buffy and Kynareth. In this past episode, Buffy learned a great deal about how much Kynareth cares for her paladins and Buffy in particular. The change in their relationship to friends brings things to a new level for Buffy, for Kynareth is right about how important friendship is to Buffy.

Lopov- Buffy will scrupulously avoid entanglement in what she will consider a counterproductive war. Relying on the neutrality of the Mages Guild will help her. I did want to give an overview of Second Era politics though and I think it was reasonable of Kynareth to make sure Buffy has an idea of the situation and how things work before she arrives. You are right – Buffy will say her goodbyes in today’s episode, then depart in the next.

SubRosa- As you know, Buffy doesn’t do things for gods, empires guilds or organizations. What motivates her to action is the needs of those she holds dear. No surprise then that, by bringing their relationship to one of close friends instead of Divine and worshipper, Kynareth has earned Buffy’s devotion. At the same time, it seems the little elf has quite wormed her way into Kynareth’s heart as well. Heh, I think you’re right in that Freyja would need the entire Eight/Nine to fully focus her nature.

Grits- Thank you for highlighting the significant development between Buffy and Kynareth as the two have grown into friends. Though she’s a Divine, Kynareth comes equipped with a full range of emotions. I believe the Divines chose well in matching Buffy with Kynareth.



I spent much of the following day writing – and rewriting – a letter to Mazoga. Finally, after many drafts, I folded and wax-sealed the tear-stained missive and placed it in the guild’s post, care of Guildmagister Sigrid at Kvatch. I’d be gone by the time my large pal got it. That was just as well.

Late afternoon found me at Nilawen’s general store. “I was just closing up, Buffy. Daenlin is picking me up for dinner soon.”

“Romance in the air, is it?” I teased.

I was stunned by the color that immediately blossomed above her neckline and the look she gave me to realize that I had stumbled into not being far off the mark. How had I not seen this coming?

“Well,” she said still blushing, “I lost my husband before you were born and have grieved long enough. Besides, you know better than I what a good elf Daenlin is.”

I grinned. “I’m ecstatic for you both!”

Daenlin came into the shoppe and looked from me to Nilawen.

“She knows, dear,” said Nilawen.

I bounced from one to the other, hugging them both. I fervently hoped that, by having each other, it would ease what I had to tell them.

“I’m afraid. . . I have something to tell you both.”

“That sounds serious,” said Nilawen as she hung out her closed sign to avoid being disturbed.

“There’s no easy way to put this,” I began. “Kynareth has called me to a quest. I leave tomorrow and I can say neither where I’m going nor when I may return.”

My words were met by stunned silence. Nilawen finally spoke first, “Buffy, tell me, I’m sure that Kynareth has good reason for asking this of you but is it what you want?”

I nodded. “It is. The quest involves rescuing a dear friend.”

“Then you go with our blessing and best wishes.” Nilawen sighed. “You know you’ve been like a daughter to me.”

“I’ve felt like a daughter to you as well. You’re the one who delivered me into Tamriel. You were always a set of welcoming arms after my mother died.”

Finally, Daenlin spoke, his eyes moist. “I knew this day would come, my apprentice. Knowing I had a hand in raising and training the accomplished young elf who stands before me now. . . well, that is the greatest accomplishment I could ever aspire to. I – we’ll – miss you terribly but we love you, little butterfly. Enough to set you free, for we know you must fly.”

“Thank you, Master. Your guidance in life, woodscraft, respecting the spirits of forest creatures, the bow and so much more will serve me well as long as I live. For if Nilawen has been like a mother to me, you have filled the role of the father I never got to know.”

After a long three-way hug, and with tears in my eyes, I let myself out of the shoppe.

*

We were seated for breakfast the next morning at the guildhall when Kud-Ei tapped a spoon against the side of her teacup several times. “Fellow mages, Buffy has something she would like to tell you.”

All eyes fell to me. “Dear friends,” I began, “as you know, I am Kynareth’s paladin. It’s not an easy life but it is one I chose. My Lady has called upon me to embark on a quest. I’m afraid I cannot share the details of where this will take me or even when I may return. I leave this evening, however. Please know that I treasure the friendship each of you has shown me over the years and shall miss you all, my guildsisters – and brother. I know that, with Kud-Ei’s guidance and your efforts, the Magic Emporium will soon flourish.”

After a few moments of silence, I heard, “Well, dear roommate, I feel like someone just peed in my porridge.”

Ever insightful, Ardaline’s joke was just what was needed. There were chuckles followed by a couple ‘Me too’s’. The conversation was awkward, but Kud-Ei helped steer it toward questions about Kynareth and being a paladin that I could readily answer.

After breakfast, the mages went to work. Their tasks involved executing Kud-Ei’s vision of turning the guildhall into a large private magic shoppe. I helped some but, by midday, went upstairs to go through my belongings. I placed my mage pouch of holding on Ardaline’s bed. Though the contents were inconsequential, I knew any mage would be grateful for the pouch itself. It was then I remembered the enchanted toe ring on my left foot that had been gifted to me by a dear friend. I stepped out of my silk slippers, removed the ring and sighed. It was adorned with a tiny butterfly, and its potent resist frost enchantment had eased my path in cold places many times. Though too small for Ardaline, perhaps she could wear it on a neck chain or have it resized. I slipped it into the mage pouch on her bed.

After summoning and opening my storage trunk I realized there was nothing of benefit to anyone else in there. I retrieved the black headband worn by Savlian Matius and pressed it to my cheek. Though the stains of his sweat and blood were still there, his scent had long faded. After a good cry, I reluctantly placed it back in the trunk. There were lots of clothes, but I knew of no mage small enough to be interested in clothing that was cut for a woman but sized for a child. As I rummaged through my footwear, I recalled the many times I had admonished Daenlin or Acadian that it’s not possible for a woman to have too many shoes. Again though, I was sure no one had any use for silk slippers or buckskin boots that were sized for a child. I closed and unsummoned the trunk. “It’s only things, right, Acadian?”

“True enough,” he agreed. “I believe they wear clothes in the Second Era. You will just have to go shopping.”

That brought a faint smile to my lips. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up. As long as I have you and Superian, I’ll be fine.”

But the Second Era doesn't have a Goddess Store! Where will she shop?

I suspect she won't have any difficulty finding underwear, but may find the choice to be limited.

Hmm, shopping in the Second Era - I suspect Buffy will find plenty of options to like! Especially once she discovers she can dye them any color she likes (green and brown, I know)

Aww, Nilawen and Daenlin! Julian still holds a soft spot for the proprietor of the Archer's Paradox - no one else has ever told her "I'm so happy to see you I could burst!"

And Ardaline comes up with the perfect but unexpected humor to Buffy's news. I too, chuckled at that remark of hers.

And farewell not only to friends, but to mementos that hold poignant memories for our little Bosmer. So sad to put them aside, but it's part of moving on.

Looking forward to time traveling in the next installment!

I am wondering if Buffy's letter to Mazoga is simply addressed to "Pal". Or signed that way.

Daelin and Nilawen are getting busy? That is awesome! Especially since they are already Buffy's surrogate parents.

And more goodbyes, to both people, and to the little touchstones that one collects in a lifetime. Well now, that is an upbeat ending though. We will have to go shopping!

That's so heavy. Writing a letter you know will be read once you're gone.

Stunned silence, yes. From their perspective, what does that even mean? Kynareth? You're communicating with an aedra?? Hmm, well they don't seem that surprised. They seem to know already such an occurrence can happen at any time, seems like.

She's leaving treasured items behind, this is sad.

"I believe they wear clothes in the Second Era..."

Sometimes jokes or cheerful remarks are exactly, what's needed in times of departures or sadness. I really like two such ones in the story, the first remark from Ardaline and the second one, that there's probably clothes in the Second Era.

Daenlin knows that there aren't any perfect arrows but maybe he found a perfect woman. Or at least close to perfection. Because pure perfection can be boring.

Nilawen and Daenlin together! That’s wonderful news! I can imagine them at home sharing their memories of dear Buffy.

Aww, how sweet of Buffy to pass her toe ring along to Ardaline.

It’s only things, indeed. Buffy carries all she needs within her. And she has that magical trunk for when she finds some things that she wants from the shops in the second era!

Previously- Buffy spent some time in Bravil saying goodbye to friends. She then sadly inventoried her belongings that would not travel with her and prepared to meet Kynarath that evening.

*

ghastley- Haha, underwear will be a whole new concept for Buffy! Yes, no Goddess Store but the apparel options in ESO are pretty good.

Rider- You are right - Buffy loves the whole outfit/costume/dye system. Oh don’t you just hate it when someone pees in your porridge?

SubRosa- Having Nilawen and Daenlin get together only occurred to me as we were drafting that goodbye scene, but it does help soften the parting I think and seemed such a natural fit.

Renee- Thank you. Buffy’s guildmates know she is a paladin of Kynareth but are only now seeing what that can mean. Good thing that Kud-Ei wisely helped steer her mages away from pressing Buffy too hard on when she might be back.

Lopov- That episode was a poignant one so I’m glad that adding a couple spots of humor helped to soften it some.

Grits- Nilawen + Daenlin seemed a natural fit. I’m glad you noted the toe ring. For those who might not know, Grit’s character, Jerric, gifted that toe ring to Buffy for her birthday several years ago. Happily, she’ll be able to find a suitable replacement later in this book. She’ll soon be reminded though, that her gold won’t travel with her, so that’ll put a kink in her shopping plans for all the stuff a girl needs.







“Good evening, Buffy.”

I nervously turned to face Kynareth. “I’ve said my goodbyes and am as ready as I can be. I think.”

“You will be fine, my paladin,” she replied. “I have prepared you as best I can. Let us wait until the full cover of darkness so your arrival draws as little attention as possible. It will be spectacular enough. Do you have any questions while we wait?”

“Yes, Kynareth. Will you be there for me? Like you’re here for me now?”

“I will not travel with you, for I am already there. And here. And across all times. Yet even I do not fancy having one foot in each of two times simultaneously by having the now me join the then me. The shorter answer is fear not, I will be there for you.”

“I’m confused, but that last part sounds good to me, my friend.”

“Buffy, have you heard the tale of the six swans?”

Kynareth’s captivating tale of a young girl’s loyalty, sacrifice and perseverance passed the time as a golden dusk gradually yielded to a blanket of stars.

“We are ready,” she announced.

I took my lead from her and stood as she did.

She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. “Safe travels, my paladin.”

She then stepped back, assumed her Divine form, glowing wings and all, and lifted one hand toward the sky. The sparkling stars suddenly disappeared behind newly formed clouds and I heard the rumble of thunder.

I neither saw nor heard the bolt that took me, but I was suddenly encased in a sphere of lightning small enough that I was forced to crouch into a ball. I remember being propelled skyward and was soon above the clouds and traveling at a speed that caused the stars to blur together until I could not see. Then I felt a sensation of falling until, suddenly, everything stopped.

I was on the ground, still crouched in my small cocoon, and it was still night. The lightning that surrounded me began to dissipate. The arcing and sparking finally subsided and the sphere of energy that had transported me faded away. The last things I remember were excited voices and a bouncing torch rapidly approaching.

*

I awoke with a groan but kept my eyes closed. I could feel the spirits of Acadian, Superian and Phantom. My relief was immediate. We all made it.

I felt a soft hand on my forehead, followed by a cool wet cloth. A woman’s voice said, “Corporal, our patient is showing signs that she may awaken soon. Please notify the Captain.”

A man’s gruff voice responded, “Aye,” before I heard bootfalls on a wooden floor fading with distance.

I could tell I was on a bed with a blanket up to my neck. I blinked a couple times and opened my eyes. In a chair at my bedside was a Breton of middling years with several locks of stray auburn hair that had escaped whatever restrained the rest behind her head. Brown eyes looked into mine.

“Wherrre. . . “

“Shhh,” she replied. “Welcome back, young elf. You were struck by lightning last night but seem miraculously unharmed. My name is Brielle. I’m a healer with the Ivory Brigade here in Leyawiin and you’re in my infirmary. Can you tell me your name?”

“I. . . am called Buffy,” I managed to croak.

“Can you manage a sip of water, Buffy? It will help your voice.”

I nodded and managed to get down a few sips from the cup she held to my lips. I heard boots approaching - more than one pair - and turned my head enough to see two men enter the infirmary. One took a post at the door, the other continued to the side of my bed.

“Captain, as you can see, our patient is awake,” the healer – Brielle - reported. “Her name is Buffy, but she is still disoriented.”

The man who studied my face was an Imperial who appeared to be approaching three decades of age. He was handsome – very much so, in fact, and his face was framed by somewhat disheveled blond hair that was darker than mine. His armor was of forest green cloth, dark brown leather and metallic plating of dull gold. He looked important.

“Buffy, my name is Rian Liore, Captain of the Ivory Brigade contingent here in Leyawiin. No one we’ve spoken with seems to recognize you. Can you tell me where you came from or how you got here?”

“W-what happened to me?” Though more alert now, I figured feigning some continuing confusion and asking questions myself was preferable to overtly misleading my interrogator.

“As I said, Captain, she is still disoriented,” cautioned Brielle.

Captain Liore scratched his head. By Kynareth, he was adorable. I found myself wanting to reach out and brush aside the dark golden locks that fell over his eyes. . . Stop it Buffy! Stay focused. I'm being interrogated by a soldier with enough rank that he can toss me in his dungeon if he takes a mind to.

At any rate, he answered me, “Well, we’re not exactly sure. The two guards posted at our east gate last night report a freak storm suddenly appeared out of a clear sky. There were several lightning bolts. One struck quite close, right at the river’s edge. One of the guards ran down to investigate. He says he saw you crouched on the ground and surrounded by dissipating arcing and sparking before you collapsed. Seems the lightning strike must have fried away whatever clothing you may have been wearing but, thankfully, left you merely unconscious. He wrapped you in his surcoat and carried you here to the infirmary. You’re a lucky elf, Buffy. Alas, my guards combed the area again this morning but could find no trace of any clothing or other belongings.”

“I don’t remember exactly how I got to Leyawiin,” I said truthfully.

“You were near the docks when the guard found you,” the Captain offered. “Our best guess is that perhaps you were dropped off there. A passing merchant ship did dock briefly just before the storm. Does that stir any memories?”

“I’m afraid not. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” he continued. “You’re lucky to be alive, much less unharmed. Hopefully the memories you’ve lost will come back. Any chance you might recall why you came to Leyawiin?”

I nodded. “I do remember that. I came here to visit my friend, Dagail.”

“Captain,” said Brielle, “Dagail is a young mage with the guild here in town.”

Captain Liore turned to his guard at the door. “Corporal, would you see that this mage Dagail is brought here? Tell her to bring some clothing for her friend Buffy.”

The Corporal replied, “Yes, sir,” and was gone.

“Buffy, once Brielle is satisfied that your condition warrants release from the infirmary, you’re free to go. I’m sorry about the trauma of your arrival and loss of your belongings, but I hope you enjoy your stay in Leyawiin.”

“Thank you, Captain,” I said with relief as he turned to leave. I had passed my first test here, avoiding discussion of time travel while telling the truth. Mostly.

Well! That was quite the arrival!

I knew Kyne would be there for Buffy in 2E just as much as she has been in 3E/4E. Have faith, little elf - Kyne has been around as long as Nirn has had weather!

Captain Rian Liore! I laughed out loud at Buffy's initial reaction to his long wavy locks. I admit I have a different reaction to the good Captain, but he's good support in the ESO storyline, so I try not to hold his hair (which honestly makes me think of General Custer) against him.

And soon we will see young miss Dagail! How delightful! I bet she has already seen Buffy in her visions, and will know what to do when she sees her fellow Bosmer lass.

Most important of all, Acadian, Superian and Phantom are still with Buffy! Yay!

Whoa, she's going to Blackwood. Buffy is now "my paladin". She wasn't considered paladin before, right?

I will not travel with you, for I am already there. And here. And across all times.

This is the way of higher selves in general. What an astute answer! In Third Dimensional realities we're specializing, basically. Can't perceive of other realities, etc.

Wow, these 2nd Era folks have no idea she's come from the future! She's feigning confusion. Okay, so she knows what's happened, but doesn't want to alert Rian and Brielle to her true plight.

"a freak storm" indeed! ⛈️

Nice cover story for the arrival. That lightning must have burnt up everything!

I'm eager to see how Dagail handles this. Just how much has she been able to predict?

And you can fly
High as a kite, if you want to
Faster than light, if you want to
Speeding through layers of time
Lightning is the best way to travel

I love that Kynareth distracted Buffy the storyteller from her nervousness with a story. That was a cool time travel lightning flight.

Captain Liore! He does have fabulous hair. Buffy’s speechcraft didn’t fail her. She said enough to go along with what they’ve already assumed and to not have to make up some lies. Kynareth’s plan was a good one.

What a relief that Buffy and her spirit crew all arrived safely. Let’s hope that young Dagail likes to shop. I can’t wait to meet her!

Time for some time travel! Will there be a blue police box that is bigger on the inside, and a strange English-sounding Doctor... Who was it again? Or a hot tub? Or a phone booth?

A lightning ball! The Terminator approves. I just hope Buffy does not return with an overwhelming urge to kill everyone named Sarah Conner...

Even waiting for dark, she still attracted attention with her cosmic transition.

Corporals, Captains, and Patients? I am definitely confused here. The Ivory Brigade? I cannot say that rings any bells. I am guessing they are not a toothpaste company though, nor a soap army. Methinks this is a Second Era organization, perhaps similar to the Knights Hospitaliers?

Buffy is not playing dumb when she said she does not remember how she got there? Uh oh, it looks like this form of time travel comes with some memory scrambling too. At least she does recall that she is there to visit Dagail, and she knows who Acadian, Phantom, and Superian are. Or is it simply that she is being honest in that she does not understand how Kynareth's sky-based time travel actually worked?

She arrived on a thunder!

Buffy gets great during the conversation, pretending to be confused though the good-looking captain probably confused her a little indeed. I just googled him up and see that he's an actual character. Is there even Dagail present in ESO?

Looks like it's time to explore the Blackwood as it once was.

Previously- Buffy met with Kynareth and, once darkness had fallen, was transported within a cocoon of lightning to the outskirts of Leyawiin in the Second Era. Upon arrival, Buffy immediately passed out, awakening in the infirmary of the city’s Ivory Brigade contingent. She was interrogated by a captain who concluded Buffy was struck by lightning shortly after most likely arriving by ship – losing her clothing and recent memory in the process. When Buffy said she did recall that her purpose in Leyawiin was to meet with her friend Dagail, the captain seemed satisfied and sent for Dagail.

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Rider- Buffy will be pretty busy sorting herself out and making friends in this new time, but Kyne will certainly be watching and occasionally visit. We’ll see the cute captain again but don’t have any definite long term plans for him. I hope you’ll like the young Dagail that we’ll introduce in today’s episode. She has been great fun to write.

Renee- Buffy became Kynareth's paladin near the end of her previous book – during the aftermath of the Oblivion Crisis. As unusual as surviving a lightning strike may make her, Buffy correctly figures it is better than the scrutiny that would accompany revealing she is from the future.

ghastley- Thankfully, the locals assumed Buffy survived a lightning strike and she is not about to dissuade them. We’ll learn much of Dagail in the next few episodes.

macole- Thank you for the song! Stepping through a portal in the forest or using a timestepping stone would have been ever so much lower key than arriving in a ball of lightning, but what fun would that be?

Grits- Thank you for realizing that Kynareth told Buffy a story to distract her nervous elf. Buffy’s significant skill with speechcraft is a necessity of course, given her lack of physically imposing presence. There are several encounters through this book where it will serve her well. I think you’ll find Dagail to be a master shopper!

SubRosa- Thanks for asking about the Ivory Brigade. They’re a military force based in Leyawiin to defend the province of Blackwood against any/all of the three alliances battling up north for the Imperial City. Think of them as a robust guard force similar to any city guard but ranging out over the whole province. The Leyawiin contingent has a small infirmary to patch up its own guards. The Ivory Brigade’s banner is a white horse on a green background – the same one that will later be adopted by the Knights of the White Stallion. // Though initially groggy, Buffy’s memory was not affected by her time travel. She intentionally played up being a confused victim and let the captain make his own assumptions based on what his guards reported. Fortunately for her, he assumed she had survived a lightning strike and the trauma had affected her recent memory. // Thank you for recognizing that the mechanics of her time travel were indeed influenced by Arnold’s arrival in the first Terminator movie!

Lopov- Thanks for noting Buffy’s word skill at steering the interrogation her way while (mostly) telling the truth. This book will be quite a mix of real and not when it comes to ESO. As you pointed out, Captain Liore is an actual NPC; Dagail, however, does not appear in ESO except in our fiction.


“Let’s keep that blanket wrapped around you,” Brielle said, “until your friend gets here with some clothes. I’d like you to try and sit up though. Then maybe stand for a few minutes.”

I passed both of the Ivory Brigade healer’s tests without getting dizzy, then lay back down, still wrapped in the blanket, and accepted a cup of water.

Soon enough, the Corporal who had been dispatched to the Mages Guild returned. The young mage at his side breezed into the room, gave me a quick wink and exclaimed, “Buffy! I heard you had a shocking trip getting here, my friend.”

Brielle, I and even the Corporal laughed, chuckled and smiled, respectively at the joke as Dagail continued up to my bed, leaned down and kissed both my cheeks.

“It’s good to see you again, Dagail,” I replied.

“Oh, I brought you this robe,” she continued. “It’s the smallest the guild has. There’s no way I could find shoes that your feet would not swim in though so you’ll have go barefoot until we can go shopping.” She shook out the robe and held it up for me to see.

“Thanks, Dagail.” I perked up at the thought of shoe shopping but was looking more at Dagail than the robe she held up. I realized the Dagail from my time was more than 750 years older but the age of the young Bosmer before me appeared to be no more than my own single score of years. Her skin was smooth and milky white. Her face was the same shape I recalled - quite attractive in its youthfulness - and framed by unrestrained chestnut hair with nary a hint of the gray I was used to seeing. Her familiar brown eyes were unmistakable but lacked any of the cloudiness evident in those of the older version. I looked at Brielle questioningly.

“Yes, Buffy, stand up again and get dressed. If you manage that without difficulty, I’ll release you to Dagail.“

The Corporal at the door said, “My job here is done. I’ll give you ladies some privacy.” He then disappeared from the doorway.

I stood and, after a moment, reported, “No dizziness.” I then dropped the blanket on the bed and slipped into the mage robe. The hem puddled on the floor around my feet and my hands were lost somewhere in the sleeves.

Dagail frowned. “I was afraid of that. She quickly produced a sash and commenced to hike up the middle of the robe and secure the resultant excess material around my waist with the sash. She then rolled up my sleeves until both hands were exposed. “That’ll have to do for now.” She then grinned. “Let’s add clothes to our shopping list. Oh this is going to be so much fun!”

Her effervescence was contagious and I found myself grinning back at her.

Dagail then straightened up stiffly, turned to Brielle and rendered a crooked salute. “Guild mage Dagail, now taking custody of the wood elf Buffy as ordered, your healership.”

Brielle chuckled and nodded.

Once outside and walking to the guild, I wondered if Dagail’s bubbly display had been an act for the benefit of the Ivory Brigade.

It was not.

“Cracked acorns, Buffy! You look just like you did in my vision. I’m so excited! Do you know how long it’s been since I was able to talk with another wood elf? Or talked to anyone really, that was actually shorter than I? How on Nirn did you ever get such a tiny waist? I’m an Alterationist, you know. Oh, and a conjuror too. Hmm, I wonder if I could use an alteration spell to remove my lowest pair of ribs? I bet that would give me a tiny waist too! What do you think?”

I used the brief opportunity to speak. “I think you’re absolutely adorable just as you are, Dagail.” That was certainly the truth and elicited both a quick smile and slight blush from her.

“Our guild here is pretty small, there’s only four of us. Me.” Dagail emphasized the word by stopping just long enough to spread her arms and twirl in place. “Adelle is our Guildmagister. She’s a Breton and quite well connected. She travels a lot but is really nice when she’s here. Nuzak is in charge when Adele’s gone. Whoever knew that orcs could do magic? And have you ever heard of a woman orc without a ‘gra’ in her name? She’s quite blunt but not in a bad way. Finally, there’s Orranvir. He doesn’t know many spells but he’s quite good at alchemy and there’s plenty of folk here in Leyawiin with coin who want potions for this or that. He’s a Redguard. I don’t know much about them. He’s a bit dour but not a bad sort otherwise.”

“Well, actually I have known a couple orcish women without a gr–“

“Ooh! There’s the first place we’ll go when we’re out shopping together. They have beautiful clothes. And even some children’s things so we should be able to get some shoes for you. Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you, Buffy. Sometimes my mouth just sort of carries me away. Hey, there’s Leyawiin’s wayshrine. Are you attuned to it?”

“I’m not attuned to any wayshrines.”

“We’ll fix that.” She grabbed my hand and changed our direction. “Here, you just put your hand on it and wait for the blue flame in the middle to wiggle around some.”

I did so, and a vision appeared before me of the entirety of Tamriel. It showed the borders of every province and was liberally dotted with symbols that looked like little wayshrines. Every one of them was black in color except the one I had just touched. That one was white. “Amazing,” I whispered.

“See how easy that was, Buffy? Whenever you first touch a wayshrine,” she continued as we resumed our trek through the city, “you become attuned to it. You can also travel to any other wayshrine to which you’re attuned. Kind of like portalmancy without the portals! I know a spell I can teach you that’ll allow you to conjure a similar magical map in front of you so you can always see where you are without lugging around a bunch of parchment or having to hold onto a wayshrine.” She paused, but only for a breath. “Well kiss a troll and call me Pumpkin! Here we are at the guild.”

Dagail led me inside and introduced the other members of the Leyawiin guildhall. I had to admit that her descriptions seemed pretty insightful.

Unlike the Bravil guildhall, community dinners were not the norm here. Rather, mages foraged for themselves. That said, when Dagail showed me the guild’s pantry for an early dinner, it was impressively stocked. After our meal, we went upstairs and into a small room. She touched several lightstones which gave the chamber a warm glow. I could now see a bunkbed, armoire, dresser, night table, small desk and chair. A full-length looking glass and pair of paintings adorned the walls. Several plush scatter rugs softened the wooden floor.

“I have my own room, Buffy!” She twirled again. “Well, yours too now as long as you stay here.” She pointed at the top bunk. “That one’s yours. Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect, Dagail. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome to go through my clothes and wear anything you like. I’m the smallest mage here except for you so if anything in the building comes close to fitting you,” she tapped on the armoire, “it’ll be right here. Fried fire salts, but you’re the smallest elf I’ve ever seen! I mean one that was fully grown. Oh, actually I almost lied. When I visited the guildhall in Elden Root, I met some Cloud Dancer Bosmers who were just about your size. In fact, you rather look like them. . . are you a Cloud Dancer?”

I nodded. “Yes, the Cloud Dancers are a clan of small Bosmer. Each tribe within the clan makes its home in the upper branches of a graht oak.”

“I remember the first time I ever saw Elden Root! It’s as wide across as the entire city of Leyawiin. And I nearly fell over backwards trying to see its upper branches. I couldn’t though because they were higher than the clouds!” Her eyes flew open wide. “Oooh! I bet that’s why they call those little elves who live up there Cloud Dancers!”

“And you’d be right, my friend.”

That Dagail is a whirlwind of chatter! I smiled throughout her entire appearance in this segment, even chuckled along with Buffy at her initial pun! I did enjoy writing her in OHDH as her Oblivion self, and your vision of the young Dagail is pretty close to how I pictured her in her youth.

Interesting way to describe way shrines and how they work in ESO; also interesting to hear how the ESO map system works with them, and without as well. Those spells are very useful, aren't they? Better than the mark/recall pairing of later times.

I think you will find it both easier and more fun to describe the environs of ESO era Leyawiin (and elsewhere) thanks to the game's housing system making such a wide variety of furnishing styles available to those of us with the decorating bug.

I smiled at Dagail's comment about orc women without a gra- prefix - it made me think of my own Mazul (gra-Duroch) as she hasn't entirely given up on her clan. I imagine such gra-less orc women as clanless.

And I enjoy the reference to Buffy's previous book with Dagail guessing her clan as Cloud Dancers.

Like haute, I smiled through this story too, Dagail's chattering and remarks are funny and memorable. My favorite scene is the one, when she mentions an Orc woman without the -gra suffix and just as Buffy is about to say anything, Dagail's mind is already elsewhere.

Despite her chattering, Dagail is an effective one. In a short amount of time they spent together, she managed to get clothes for Buffy, adapt it (as much as possible), attuned her to wayshrines and introduced her to other guild-members.

Well kiss a troll and call me Pumpkin!

Dagail is just electrifying. I know, how shocking. One might say she even brings a jolt of life to things.

Even the robe Dagail brought is the size of a tent on our loveable blonde Bosmer bowgirl from Bravil. At least there is a bright side, in the promise of an extensive shopping trip.

Well butter my Bosmers and crack my Padomay, I am loving this younger, zestier Dagail. She was/is a real firecracker back in the 2nd Age.

A well done Dagail. Your characterization is of Dagail brings her to life for me.

Previously- A young and very bubbly Dagail brought Buffy a mage robe to wear, then the pair left the Ivory Brigade infirmary. On the way to the mages guildhall, Dagail showed Buffy the Leyawiin wayshrine and pointed out a clothing shoppe. Once at the guild, Dagail introduced Buffy to the other guild members and showed Buffy the room the two Bosmer would share.

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Rider- It was fun to write Dagail and I had hoped her introduction would serve to lighten things up a bit for a few episodes after the heaviness of Buffy blaming herself for the loss of Countess Kvatch and the tearful goodbyes that proceeded her trip to the Second Era. Buffy, of course, was thinking of Sir Mazoga who don’t need no stinking gra in her name.

Lopov- Thanks for pointing out how Dagail’s mind and attention wanders around even faster than Buffy’s. Oooh, a butterfly! That said, Dagail will over the next few episodes display the wisdom, decisiveness and judgement that foreshadow why she will ultimately rise to the level of guildmagister and hold that position for several centuries.

SubRosa- Buffy will quickly be reminded that shopping takes gold and she has precisely none of that at the moment. Happily, mages generally have little trouble turning a coin or two. // Buffy’s ‘style and lore notes’ contain more than a score of TES friendly idioms we’ve collected over the years. Dagail rippled through most of them in one episode!

macole- I’m so glad you’re enjoying how we present the young Dagail. She's a character who quite writes herself.



As Dagail continued to cheerfully chat about everything and nothing, I managed to get a word in, “I must say, Dagail, how much I love your bubbly manner. It’s like you sprinkle smiles everywhere you go.”

She grinned, then her face grew quite serious. “Thank you, Buffy. I guess that’s a result of what I am. Being a seer is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I can help others – like I hope to help you. But it’s not always a good thing to see the future. For I know that, in time, I will lose the ability to control my mind. Someday, only the visions will remain and who I am will fade. I guess the way I deal with that is to live with as much joy as I can for as long as I can. Does that make sense? I mean I know you come from a time that you share with my future. You’ve seen. . . the shadow of myself that I will someday become.”

I took her hand. “You make perfect sense, Dagail. Yes, I know you in the future as a dear friend who has helped guide my path several times. Your attitude shows an inner strength of character that I marvel at.”

She pulled me into a tight hug. Suddenly, she broke away. “I didn’t hurt you did I? I mean you just came out of the infirmary and here I am trying to squeeze the juice out of you!”

“I’m fine, Dagail. Hugs are good medicine. I’m a healer, I know.”

“That’s a relief. Can I give you some advice, Buffy?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“Look, I know you come from early in the Fourth Era and all. Many events yet to transpire are history to you but, trust me, knowing what lies ahead can be a curse. When someone asks me their future it rarely turns out well. If it is good and I tell them, then they tell their friends who ask me their future. But what if the future of their friend is bad? If I tell them they are angry with me and I lose a friend. If I don’t tell them, they assume it’s bad and I lose a friend. Like I said, it rarely turns out well. I’ve lost many friends and learned to seldom share my visions.” Then her sad eyes lit up. “But, hey! You and I already know much of what lies ahead. We can share away with each other all we like!”

“I think your wisdom in this matter rivals Kynareth’s, Dagail, for she cautioned me in much the same vein, advising that the fewer people who know from whence I come, the better.”

She nodded. “Nice to know I’m not alone. Since we can share and all, in one of my visions about you, I was looking through the eyes and speaking through the mouth of my future self. I was talking to you and remember saying ‘Good to see you again, Acadian, it has been a long time.’ Then a man’s voice answered, but there was no one there but you and I. Do you know what that means?”

I hesitated for a moment. “Acadian was a fellow paladin of Kynareth who died long ago in the Great Dragon war. His spirit travels with me, intertwined with my own.”

Her eyes flew open wide. “Like an invisible friend? Oooh, that must be so nice to be able to have conversations with yourself and actually get answers back! Can I talk with him?”

“Buffy speaks truly, Dagail,” replied Acadian. “What you referred to in your vision was based on this very time we are spending with you now in Leyawiin. And yes, it will be good to see you again.”

“Thank you, Buffy. And Acadian. It’s so nice to talk with someone who doesn’t think I’m daft. Or frightening. Would you like me to teach you that map spell now? Later we can compare spells and if I know any you want I can teach them to you. Oooh, this is going to be so much fun having you here! Ouch!” She winced.

“What is it, Dagail?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”

She tried to smile. “I’m fine, Buffy. Cramps, you know. Twice a year. Ugh.”

“I get them too, Dagail. I can ease your pain for a time if you like?”

“Oh that’s right, you said you’re a healer. How funny is that? You were the patient this morning and now you’re the healer. I’d welcome your healing.”

“Lay down, Dagail.” She did so on the lower bunk while I knelt by her bedside. I placed my hands on her lower abdomen and established a bond of healing. I did not try to probe the nature of her spirit, for I already knew that. I could not ‘fix’ the fact that, like myself, she was a young elven woman and such cramping during our twice yearly times of fertility was often an uncomfortable part of a natural process. I did ease her pain though, then allowed the bond to fade and removed my hands. “Feel a little better?”

She sat up, wiggled around some and reported, “Why, yes. Quite a bit actually. Thanks, Buffy.”

“You’re most welcome. The relief should last overnight but I think that brewing some effective potions to use when I’m not here would be wise.”

“Good idea,” she replied. “We can use Orranvir’s equipment in the morning.”

I stood and stretched as I yawned. “I don’t know about you, but it’s been a very long day.”

Even once the room was darkened and we were in bed, Dagail continued chattering. I confess she had both of us giggling several times. Finally, after a couple gentle yawning hints from me, she quieted down, allowing us both to sleep.

That's crazy. So Dagail's younger self is being seen now. Does Dagail know who's about to visit her from the future? I need to go back... Whoa...

“I don’t remember exactly how I got to Leyawiin,” I said truthfully.

She doesn't remember the meetings with Kynareth it seems, unless I missed something.

I nodded. “I do remember that. I came here to visit my friend, Dagail....”
...., “Buffy! I heard you had a shocking trip getting here, my friend...."

Seems Dagail already knew Buffy was on her way, and has now arrived, even though we're seeing Dagail in an earlier life. Did I get that right? Maybe I should message the author to confirm. But it's not like she says "Hi, my name is Dagail..." upon first meet, see?

I like that you're bending the official NPC manifest a bit. Just searched for Dagail at UESP and doesn't seem she appears in Online, so you're taking some liberty between official and unofficial appearances of the mage.

Ah, Dagail had a vision, I see. "cracked acorns!" She's excited to speak to someone shorter than she!

The 2nd Era guildhall does indeed sound sort of different. Less communal, interesting.

Dagail won't shush about Buff's pint-sized frame! Good thing your Bosmer sees this as a compliment.





Ohhhh, now I get it. So Dagail knows (knew?) Buffy was coming because she's got the gift of the seer. Dagail sounds sort of like Edgar Cayce in fact, who also found himself conflicted with some of the info he'd receive during visions. In any event, the future can be changed at any time, but not if querents become fixated on what's been told after a session. Basically, you stay on a particular course with particular habits...

... egh. Lemme just focus on the story! Maybe it's because Dagail's chattiness is infectious.

That "meeting Acadian" part has my mind truly twisted. Dagail is remembering a vision of the future when she remembered this time in the past? No wonder she will have problems recalling things in the past in future.

She will definitely need help from Tove the Unrestful.

It was a delight to read more of 2E Dagail. She is a gentle reminder that not all bubbly blondes are empty headed. She is actually quite sharp, and intelligent in how she uses her seer capabilities.

No, Mazoga needs no stinkin' gra in her name! *blows loud, bean driven fart*

So Dagail has to wrestle with remembering meeting someone in the future that she has met in the past before she has met said person? How confusing! No wonder she faded away in her golden years . . .

I loved Buffy's remark about Dagail sprinkling smiles everywhere she goes. That was a wonderful turn of phrase.

And there is the curse of knowing the future, and the conundrum of whether or not to share it with others. Sometimes you are damned no matter what.

It was good to see Buffy acting as a healer. As Dagail noted, it was a delightful contrast to earlier in the day when Buffy was the one needing healing. But also helping ease Dagail menstrual cramps was a good way to show Buffy's healing abilities in dealing with a common ailment.

It's clever that Dagail enjoys the life as it is now (as in the 2E9), especially if she sense that she's about to lose control over her mind in the future. It must still be a frightening thought, however, even if it occurs only now and then. It's sort of similar if a sane person would know that at some point he/she will get a dementia (or similar). I'm not saying that Dagail in Cyrodiil has dementia, but still, there's a similarity. On one hand she's blessed, on the other hand she's cursed.

There's a positive energy between Buffy and Dagail and it's very omnipresent in this story. Well done.

Finally, after a couple gentle yawning hints from me, she quieted down, allowing us both to sleep.

I wonder if the next story will begin with Dagail talking in her sleep.

The wayshrine and map mechanics work in so naturally in Buffy’s world. Dagail is an absolute delight. I snorted out loud when she debated removing a set of her ribs!

Episode 14 gives a great sense of balance. Buffy helps Dagail who is helping Buffy, and we learn that Dagail’s bubbliness lets her carry the burden of all that she knows. I love the continuing but also new friendship between these two elven women!

Previously- As Buffy and the young Dagail continued to get to know each other, Dagail lamented the costs of being a seer and cautioned Buffy to be judicious in revealing to others any knowledge of the future – much as Kynareth did. Their before bed chatter was interrupted by Dagail experiencing some menstrual cramping. Buffy relieved her fellow Bosmer’s pain and the pair agreed that crafting some appropriate potions in the morning would be wise.

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Renee- Buffy’s memory was not affected by the time travel. When she said she does not remember exactly how she got to Leyawiin, she is being mostly truthful in that she does not understand the mechanics/magic that Kynareth used to get her there. She’s being misleading but, technically, truthful. This is based mostly on Kynareth’s recommendation to avoid letting others know of her time travel. Fortunately, those who found her, erroneously assumed she had been struck by lightning and that it affected her short term memory. You are right that Dagail’s gift/curse as a seer uniquely positions her to know of Buffy’s arrival. I think of Buffy’s adventures in the 2nd Era as being consistent in ‘feel’ with ESO but not closely following the game when it comes to many details.

ghastley- The scene Acadian described did indeed happen way back in Book One and Buffy’s been waiting years for its foreshadowed meaning to become clear. Buffy finds herself beginning to understand Kynareth’s warning that pondering the implications of time travel is not healthy.

Rider- Yes, a circular spiral of insanity to overthink time travel! Thanks for recognizing the depth to Dagail that is hiding behind her effervescence. We’ll see more of that going forward.

SubRosa- Thanks for your kind words about sprinkling smiles. Dagail’s situation as a seer is thought provoking all right. Buffy knows now that healing is her calling and she just can’t . . . not heal when it seems needed.

Lopov- Thanks for noting that there is a lot of internal strength of character in Dagail. As I mentioned to Rider, we’ll see more of that. Dagail will be a permanent ‘anchor’ for Buffy in the 2nd Era – someone who (like Acadian and Kynareth) knows Buffy’s secrets and can advise accordingly. Similarly, Dagail can also speak freely to Buffy about being a seer and her own unsettling future.

Grits- I’m so glad you focused right in on much of what I hoped would come across so far between Buffy and Dagail. I think the wayshrine system will be very helpful to Buffy – she just needs someone who knows where most of them are. . . . Well, after she goes shopping of course.




Early the following morning, we broke our fast, then went to work at Orranvir’s alchemy station. By the time I had crafted half a dozen potions, Orranvir entered the room looking dismayed. “Dagail, I thought I told you not to use this equipment! Remember the last time you tried brewing a potion?”

Dagail raised her hands disarmingly. “Orranvir, I haven’t touched your equipment. See? Nothing broken, no burns on the carpet or drapes. Buffy is making some potions to help me with a . . . woman problem.”

“Apologies for not asking first, Orranvir,” I said. “We began early and did not want to rouse you. I have some familiarity with this equipment. Though I’m sure I lack your skill, I know enough to make certain potions that I find quite helpful as a healer. We’ll carefully clean up here when done.”

He seemed satisfied with my answer and I suppose the flattery didn’t hurt. His gaze shifted to the potions we had already crafted as he spoke to me, “Tell me about what you’ve made here, if you please. I get plenty of customers asking for help with a variety of feminine maladies.”

Dagail was behind, Orranvir and I saw her mouth the words, ‘Thank you,’ presumably for rescuing her from the alchemist’s ire. Then I saw her wince.

“I’d be pleased to, Orranvir, in just a moment. Dagail, it looks like the relief my healing was able to give you last night is wearing off?”

She frowned and nodded. I handed her one of the potions. “Drink this. I’ve found one of these each morning and evening will keep the pains at bay until your period of fertility has run its course.”

Dagail blushed but emptied the vial.

“Do not be embarrassed Dagail,” offered Orrianvir. “I see plenty of young women seeking relief from such cramps.” He then turned to me and continued, “The best I’ve been able to recommend to them is warm compresses and drinking tea made from the leaves of chamomile.”

I replied, “Such tea is helpful and, indeed, chamomile is one of the ingredients I use. I’ve found these potions to be notably more effective.”
He appraised my words with a skeptical look.

“Buffy,” injected Dagail with impeccable timing, “by Julianos’ little teapot if that didn’t relieve my cramps already!”

“Are her results typical?” asked Orranvir, his tone of skepticism gone.

“They are,” I replied, “for I suffer from the same problem during those times I am fertile and have used these potions for several years.”

He nodded approvingly, a hint of respect now in his eyes. “Buffy, the problem you and Dagail share is one I hear often. Might I convince you to share your recipe?

“Certainly. I’ve written it down here with the ingredients, proportions and procedures to prepare these potions. You’re welcome to it. I’ll make another copy for Dagail to carry.” I turned to her. “Dagail if you find yourself out of and needing some of these potions while away from Leyawiin, you may present the recipe to any alchemist who, if properly stocked like Orranvir is, should be able to make some up for you.” I then turned back to Orranvir and handed him the recipe. “Remember, both or you: dosing is one vial morning and night as long as the symptoms persist.”

Orranvir took the scrap of parchment and studied it. “Hmm, yes, chamomile as we discussed, along with ginger, primrose, cinnamon and violet coprinus. All reasonably available ingredients.” The Redguard actually smiled at me. “Buffy this will be a boon indeed for many of my customers. . . as well as quite helpful to the guild’s coffers I should think. What do I owe you for sharing your recipe?”

His offer of compensation had not occurred to me. After a moment, I answered, “The same that I owe you for the gracious use of both your equipment and reagents.”

“Unacceptable,” he countered. “This guild hall stands to make a continuing tidy profit from these potions and charging a member of the Mages Guild to use guild equipment is hardly appropriate. Two hundred gold is certainly the lowest I will go in offering you compensation for this valuable recipe.”

“Buffy, listen to me,” injected Dagail with an uncharacteristic manner of authority. “All your belongings were instantly zapped away by a bolt of lightning that could have easily killed you. Just look at this baggy, ill-fitting robe you’re wearing! That is the only thing you own.” She closed the distance between us and lifted the robe’s hem to above my ankles. “See, not even shoes! You don’t have a coin purse and if you did it would be empty.” She paused to take a breath as both hands found their way to her hips. “I plan to take you clothes shopping soon and you’ll need gold for that. I expect you to accept Orranvir’s offer. He will recoup it many times over from the sales of your wonderful potion.”

After a few moments of stunned silence, both Orranvir and I chuckled and nodded to each other. The alchemist pocketed the recipe and counted out two hundred gold as Dagail placed the potions we had made into her mage pouch of holding. With no coin purse of my own, we had to put my newly acquired gold into hers.

While cleaning up the alchemy lab, Dagail and I made plans to go shopping, followed by lunch at a tavern.

Will episodes 16 to 97 all be shopping? She doesn't learn any restraint for centuries.

Start with one of those bags of holding, if only for the shoes.