Oh that was Awesome! Great writing Acadian! Great story!

Now this is something i can unfortunately relate to. In my campaign City Swimmer stole a carrot from the castle and was chased into the house of Andragil.
She was slayed by two guards right in front of me. And then they walked back outside as if it was nothing.

This happened about 2 months ago(in real time) and the shady streets of Bravil have lacked a certain something ever since.
I really miss her presence also. I know how you feel.

I am in awe of the strength of your writing and how quickly it has grown.

So much of what Buffy feels is familiar to me. Peace and rage, joy and sorrow are close companions in the world of Tamriel and no one has evoked it in writing better than you have. My mention of Angel has never come even close to describing what truly can go on in the game. If the character is right and you let go of cynicism and simply 'be' in Tamriel, then .....

I love this latest chapter in Buffy's story. :goodjob:

I haven't started reading this yet, just wanted to get a reply in real quick before the thread closed that I'm glad I found it. Been wanting to read up on both Buffy and Angel (fan :wub:), so when time permits, I look forward to learning more

...and I must admit, when the first chapter is titled, "Buffy Goes to Jail," it's GOT to be good :rofl:

like drebster i haven't actually finished reading and also similarly, i wanted to put a comment in, your buffy stories are the best, they are my favourite read on the fan fiction forum, so keep up the good work :goodjob:

EDIT: Yay i've worked my way up to here and can have finally finished reading all that, i started reading today and couldn't keep my eyes off the page, only deterred by the growls of my stomach and the aches of my bowels i kept reading and this is amazing, i definitely noticed the progress in your writing as sparrow commented, the changes in content layout and length, the advancements you've made that relate the story to real life (especially in the description of archery use), but also the touches you add to the story that while making it relatable, you also make it unique,, all beautifully and masterfully done.

PS

I'll be sure to nominate you this year

mAlX - There are many who inspire me to write about Buffy. You are, and always has been, the very top name on that list.

Wolf - It seems the sly sliding unseen often slides into a guard's blade. Perhaps you'll see Buffy as you wander Bravil. Throw another prawn on the barby mate and she'll be 'roun.

Bobg - You and Angel have taught me the passion that allows my character to come alive. For a writer of your talent to use such high praise of my efforts humbles me to my knees. :wub: Thank you, my friend.

Soj - Thanks so much for staying with us. I hope to continue improving and earning your readership.

Drewb - Thanks for joining us! Please keep reading.

UnknownK - You honor me. I surely hope you stay with us.

The end of Buffy's path is clear to me. The fiber of her character is woven. Hints of what motivates her to venture beyond the gates of Bravil begin to emerge. The journey however, is not a short one....


23 ---------- By the Detritus of the Profane ----------

I raised my torch against the dark night, revealing the awe-inspiring stone form of Meridia. She was beautiful, with gracefully long bare legs and flowing sleeves draping from her elbows. At the base of her shrine I placed a portion of ectoplasm, still wet from the undercroft of the Chapel of Julianos. I stepped back. The peculiar accent of her echoing voice broke the dark silence.

"By the detritus of the profane, I am brought forth. And by your offering, you have made the profane your interest, mortal. The undead are foul, unnatural things. Some of my rivals take pleasure in these abominations. Not Meridia. I wish these creatures destroyed. Hidden behind a door, deep in Howling Cave, are necromancers. They rob graves for the materials to raise their undead armies. Find these necromancers. Destroy them and their abominations. Do this, and earn the gratitude of Meridia."

Sticking my torch into the ground, I knelt by my map. Howling Cave was about a day's journey back to the east, on the other side of Skingrad. Superian and I would return to Skingrad tonight. I would set out on foot for the cave in the morning.

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A blue flame danced in the fire bowl just outside the door to Howling Cave. The area was a study in contradictions. Bright midday sun and beautiful trees with their leaves gently swaying in the breeze. The breeze however also carried the smell of death. The tranquil meadow setting was decorated with gravestones, open coffins and the remains of men or mer in various states of decay. A stone statue depicting an ominous robed figure seemed to be guarding the door. I checked my equipment, slid my bow from my back and quietly entered the cave.

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The musty, decaying smell of death assaulted me in the darkness. I could detect several well-dispersed life signs in what seemed to be more abandoned mine than cave. Stalking with methodical care, I killed several rats, a couple zombies and one skeleton. No necromancers? Only a door to another level.

As soon as I emerged from the door, I involuntarily opened my mouth and svcked in my breath. I was terrified by the forrest of large pink glows before me. With a panicky flick of my wrist I disappeared. Being surrounded at close range was the essence of nightmares for me. I was trembling, but now I had a moment to sort this out. I was at the end of a very short tunnel with a cavern ahead. This level was definitely a cave - not a mine. The candlelit cavern ahead was full of life signs. The only sound I made was my heart pounding too loudly as I watched. I could see a mixture of zombies and necromancers moving in the cavern ahead - perhaps half a dozen figures and all quite close.

Quietly, I checked my poisons, potions and spells. One of the necromancers stopped, giving me a clear shot. Forming a greenish ball of energy in my right hand, I channeled it through my fingertips towards the black-clad figure. I immediately tossed an orange glow into the air in front of me and without pausing, disappeared again. My own zombie emerged from the orange glow. Once more, I had a few moments to evaluate.

The necromancer I had tricked into becoming my ally attacked his comrades. My own zombie charged into the cavern to join the fight. Perhaps I could cut this crowd down to something I could manage. Between the taunts, screams, groans and orange summoning auras, it was difficult to judge what was happening. My zombie had been either killed or perhaps simply returned from whence he came. The combat ahead stopped.

It seems the black robes were smart enough to realize the source of their problems was near the entrance door. There were now two of them within arm's length, glaring at the space occupied by my invisible form. Turning sideways, I threaded a path between them. Continuing past the hanging spiked ball trap that someone had triggered, I entered the cavern. Thankfully, they remained by the door. The cavern contained two dead necromancers and one zombie that was alive - or undead, or whatever zombies are. I cast a spell to command him (it?). Then another spell to summon my own and disappeared once again. Both zombies charged the two black robes by the entrance door.

Oh for Mara's sake! I rolled my eyes in frustrated irritation, when each of the necromancers summoned their own zombie. This was getting ridiculous. The four undead killed each other off, leaving once again, two black robes blocking the exit door. I snuck into a corner to rest a moment and sip a potion to help recover magical power faster. Spike - that's what I called anything I summoned - had been a great help.

With my appetite for magicka sated, I crept back to where I could see the door and cast a command spell at one of the necromancers. Each summoned a zombie (of course), and a balanced fight began while I selected a poison.

Finally! I nocked the first arrow of this battle. Over the tip of my arrow, I watched the Buffy team battling the black team. Presently one of the black robes was killed. His zombie evaporated and the other quickly expired.

A moment later, the lone survivor was slammed into the door behind him by the impact of my arrow, his face and hands quickly flooding with green. As I nocked my second arrow, he raised his hand and opened his mouth. No orange aura formed, no sound emitted. Unable to incant, and with his life quickly yielding to my poison, I chose not to end his misery with another arrow. I felt no pity for the black robe who would readily kill me or worse, if he could.

He stared into the shadows that hid me, in pain and confusion trying over and over to cast a spell until he succumbed. I returned the arrow to its quiver and relaxed a bit. Amazingly, I was unscathed.

There remained one life sign within the considerable range of the two rings I wore to track them. I cast a spell to temporarily boost that range even further. Still, just one life sign. By the shape and movements of the glow, I assessed it to be a fifth, and final necromancer. My kind of fight.

I explored the rest of this small cave for treasure until only the necromancer's cavern remained. Stealthily approaching, I could make out that this one was wearing a hood; I guess that meant he was probably the boss. On one of the walls, there was a filthy red and black banner bearing the skull and bones symbol of my enemies. A dead victim, no doubt some form of 'experiment', was hanging by his feet in the cavern. His entrails protruded from a large vertical incision. Creating and using black soul gems was one thing; This was repulsive. I was angry. After thinking for a moment, I went into my pack and found my magic bag. I moved one empty black soul gem into my pack.

Because of the cavern's layout, this would be a fairly short range shot. After applying another mage poison I fit the tail of my broadhead arrow. With Slayer's silk bowstring partially drawn, I tracked the right side of the target's chest with the tip of my arrow. He moved about the cavern. I waited patiently.

He stopped. With some tongs and a knife, he started removing organs from the hanging corpse.

I was glad for the anger, as it prevented nausea. Taking a normal breath, I exhaled half. I drew full tension on my bowstring while adjusting the arrow tip to the upper center portion of my target's chest. I loosed the arrow.

Thud!

The impact of my arrow, from this range, propelled the necromancer into the wall some distance away and forced the air from his lungs. Thanks to the bow's enchantments, I remained undetected. He was unable to cast spells, and his life was quickly draining from his body as he stared with confusion at the arrow imbedded deeply in his chest. I formed a purplish globe of energy that would svck his soul from his body and launched it. The spell revealed my position, but it was too late. "You'll be dead in a moment." I purred seductively to the necromancer. "Perhaps I should reanimate you and we could do this a few more times? Would that? excite you?"

His eyes registered my words, then rolled back in his head and closed. I heard the sound of the black soul gem doing its job as he collapsed.

As terrifying as the fight with the first group of black robes had been, I had quite enjoyed this one. I figured this was righteous vengeance. The sadistic, ruthless bits were just for fun. No one had ever accused me of being nice to those who would kill or threaten me.

And of course, any fight that didn't end up with me as a bleeding, crying puddle on the floor was a good one.

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I couldn't reanimate things anyway of course, so I searched the small remaining alcoves and left the dark stench of Howling Cave.

Now, perhaps Meridia could help me discover the specific knowledge I was after. The Daedra Lords, Azura and Sheogorath had been of little help.

:thumbsup:

I've seen meridian's statue several times but the description coupled with the illustration was like seeing it for the first time. I am particularly taken by the statues in the game. There must be more than a hundred and each one is unique and beautiful in it's own right.

Buffy's confidence and sense of self seems to be growing. She was clearly in charge and not acting on behalf of 'Team-Acadian'. I can sense a definite cockiness and remember that stage in my characters when they first began to realize they were destined for something beyond an ordinary life.

As always I loved this addition.

I would have posted earlier, but I been doing homework all day, and didn't even notice the new post until over 2 hours after it occurred.

I must admit I am a bit sad to hear that the posting will be slowing down, but I understand your reasoning so it doesn't leave me feeling disappointed. At least you are going to keep it coming, and to that you can know that I will still be here waiting for more.

OMG, this had to be the best yet! I could see the whole quest as you described it - Awesome!

Beautiful, just beautiful, your methods of writing are beyond description, i commend you for this stealthy scene

WOW I would have posted earlier but your story made me run off to my playstaion put on oblivion and do this quest right away. But i have noticed that through your stories you have amazingly improved at showing buffys feelings but some times i find that it seems you could possibly be concentrating a little bit too much on stuff thats technical but dont get me wrong its needed but sometimes i think you sacrifise the story for it. By the way love the storys And the above is only a minor critism and your story was amazing.

I have almost caught up. I am about to start 22, Her True Colors. My you sure write these like a man possessed! Seriously, you have put out a lot of material. Writing is not easy, or especially quick. I can see you are very dedicated to the work in order to turn out not only so much, but also in such good quality.

Since I am so new to Oblivion, most of the quests/people you are featuring are new to me. Like Earana and Fathis Aren. So where many people read your episodes and relive their own experiences with them, for me it is all new. But this also means that my enjoyment comes purely from your own writing too. So take that as a good sign.

I especially like how Buffy is acting upon her emotions (such as her hatred and fear of Earana), and then creating rationalizations for what she has done after the fact (and before the fact). That is exactly what real people do. So just like showing vulnerabilities, this makes her come alive as a real person. Now that she has joined the Dark Brotherhood (Sisterhood?) it looks like she may have found herself caught by her rationalizations. Sooner or later something is going to have to give. Either the ideals she still retains after all she has been through, or her new family and the excuses she has been clinging to in order to justify her actions. I am hoping for the second, as it would be the result of both wisdom and strength of character. But in all honesty most people do not have that strength, so I would not be surprised to see the opposite. Either way, I am glued to this station to see what happens next.

Pandaman - Thanks for dropping in again!
Bobg- High praise indeed from one who's talent I admire so much. I am so pleased we are able to spark memories that perhaps remind you of times past, spent with with Sarrah or Angel.
Digniity- Thanks so much for encouraging me after every story. I will try to keep them coming at a reasonable rate. I assure you my passion has not diminished; It simply takes longer now because we get to go out and play the stories before Buffy can enter them in her journal for me to edit.
mALX- My skill is inadequate to express how much I appreciate your steadfast support and encouragement. Your enthusiasm and kind support overwhelms me. :twirl:
UnknownK- Your second comment! And judging from your gracious words, I hope very much you will stay with us.
Slitherine- Thanks for continuing to read! I appreciate your item of critique. We have exchanged PMs to help me better understand exactly what you meant. Your critique will affect my writing positively I'm sure, and I am grateful for it.
SubRosa- Having become familiar with some of your work, I am flattered indeed to have earned the attention of such an accomplished writer. Please stay with us after you catch up. You have thoughtfully shared some articles on the craft of writing with me that have helped already. I relish the possibility of any comments you may have to help me improve further.

24 ---------- Lions and Horses and Goblins. Oh my! ----------

What manner of atrocity was this!?! Just south of Imperial Isle was a meadow where wild horses often frolicked in the grass. I had brought Superian here as a treat on our way to the University, so she could run and play with them. They were all dead!

I stood in my stirrups as tall as a Bosmer can and surveyed the meadow. The horses had clearly been killed by tooth or claw. An Imperial Legion rider slowly approached, but no sign of the killer. Suddenly I heard a growl - the unmistakabe throaty warning of a big cat. I could see a slight movement of tawny fur in the tall grass. Wheeling Superian towards the Legionnaire, I asked her for speed. We were off and, hearing the roar behind me, I was sure the lion was after us.

The Legion rider saw us and spurred his steed towards us at a dead run. The two horses thundered past each an arm's length apart - me running from danger and the Legionnaire charging into it.

Hooves casting a shower of dirt, grass and dust, Superian and I rapidly whirled to follow after the soldier on his bay horse. He had jumped from his mount and was now engaged with the mountain lion. Drawing Superian to an abrupt stop, I was on the ground with my bow drawn. I nocked an arrow but couldn't get a shot. The deadly dance between cat and sword was too quick for me to shoot without risk of hitting the soldier. I silently screamed in frustration! Watching the fight over the tip of my arrow, I was helpless to assist my rescuer. I felt as though a part of my heart was ripped from me as the brave Legionnaire fell. My first arrow harmlessly hit the dirt as the lion sprang at the Imperial Legion horse. The second shot thudded into the side of the blade-wounded cat, killing it.

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Sprinting to the soldier, my worst fears were confirmed. He was dead. I walked calmly to his horse so as not to frighten her further. She was on her feet, but bleeding and trembling. Channeling healing magic through my fingertips, I gently ran them over her wounds. I continued caressing her neck and reassuring the mare until her heart returned to a normal pace. Superian and I were unharmed.

I returned somberly to the fallen Legionnaire.

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Kneeling beside him, I gently placed my hand on the Imperial's face. I closed his blue eyes, while my own welled with tears that spilled onto his armor. "Thank you, brave man." Placing his shield into my pack, I vowed I would return it to the Legion. He was too heavy for me to move, but this man didn't deserve to be picked at by scavengers. Gathering a large of amount of brush and branches I built a pyre around him and torched it. I watched the fire for a long time. Eventually, the Legionnaire's noble spirit rose with the smoke, leaving behind the iron and steel he no longer needed.

Mounting Superian, we continued our journey. The bay, enchanted by my spell, followed behind. I sadly rubbed the neck of my own mare. "Sorry girl, no horseplay today."

I was angry and embarrassed. When confronted at close range, surprised, or on Superian I was particularly vulnerable. How many more lives would my inability to defend myself in close combat cost? Another brave soldier? Perhaps my precious mare? I decided to quit feeling sorry for myself and do something about it. Right now.

Just minutes later, we were looking across a very narrow band of Lake Rumare at Fatback Cave on the Imperial Isle. Normally there were a couple goblins posted as guards outside the cave.

I dismounted and left the horses. Sliding on a ring so I could walk on the surface of the lake, I grabbed my bow and approached the gently lapping water's edge. Two glowing life signs appeared on the opposite shore. I knew they were the green training devices I sought, and moved closer.

I readied a spell that could identify and even manipulate things at long range. As I snuck towards to the goblins I focused on one of them. Nothing. Moving a bit closer I tried to estimate the maximum range of my spell. There! I was able to divine that the goblin was a berserker. Turning my attention to the other, I quickly determined he was a skirmisher - and therefore the weaker of the two.

It was a simple matter to snipe off the berserker, and he soon lay dead.

I selected an arrow and applied a poison that would damage the skirmisher's strength. At this distance, he hadn't seen me. Offsetting my aim point carefully, I loosed the arrow. It worked! I almost squealed with pride; A long range leg shot was not an easy feat. The non lethal poison was flooding his body.

This was what I wanted. Alone with one weakened goblin. When using my bow from long range, I was in my element. Just as Superian and I became one when riding, Slayer was a part of me when shooting. I was never as calm, focused and at peace as when killing from range with my bow. I was in control. I sighed apprehensively and my heart quickened. I was about to briefly jump way out of my comfort zone.

I had forgotten for a moment that I was standing on the surface of the lake and almost became disoriented as I glanced down. That ring was wonderful. Returning my bow to my back, I equipped the Kvatch shield that Savlian Matius had given me. Then I unsheathed the Blade of Woe. Holding any sort of melee weapon felt completely foreign to me. It was not as if I could even hurt anything with it. I shrugged. With half a dozen potions and several spells at the ready, I approached the skirmisher.

I was almost to the shore when I slipped off my ring and sank into the lake to my knees. At about that time, the goblin saw me. Immediately, I guzzled three of my homemade potions. Raising both arms to shriek a challenge, he charged. I lifted Savlian's shield as the goblin closed the distance.

His dagger hit the shield and knocked me back a step. The blow was dramatically diminished by the massive level of protection afforded by my potions. It was weakened further by the damage I had done to the goblin's strength. I released a powerful orange bolt of corrosive energy from my fingers while still holding the Blade of Woe. I had enough magicka to repeat the spell one more time, in order to severely damage the goblin's dagger. He was railing on my shield and leather armor, but it barely stung at all. Suddenly his dagger broke. Throwing it to the ground, he began pummeling me with his fists. That hurt even less. I alternated between intercepting his blows with the shield and letting him hit my leather armor. I was getting knocked around and staggered, but not injured. My biggest challenge was simply remaining on my feet.

Oooww! The pain rebuked me for letting my potions wear off.

I released a surge of green energy into the goblin's chest. He immediately quit hitting me and stood, ready to do my bidding. "Just stay right there." I drank a potion to ease my bruises, then tossed down three more shield potions as the goblin recovered from my spell. We trained another round until my potions wore off and I turned him, once more, into Buffy's Goblin Skirmisher.

This time, I switched to Slayer just as the goblin was recovering from my spell. I deflected his first swing with my bow and touched him with my glowing right hand. As his paralyzed form reached the ground, my arrow ensured he would not get up.

The exertion and training had lifted my spirits and improved my skills.

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After getting the horses across the nearby ford, I set camp near Fatback Cave. It was getting dark and I had much repairing to do. Blocking with a bow worked ok in a pinch, but the shield was more effective and prevented damage to the stave of my bow. I could certainly feel that that my poor ability to defend myself was getting better. I would never, ever be able to do more with a dagger than wave it around harmlessly, but I was certainly getting better at integrating blocking, armor, potions, magic and bow into close combat. I sensed that someday my survival would require all the fighting skill I could muster.

With my equipment repaired and stomach happily full of crabmeat and stale bread, I relaxed and sipped a bottle of ale. Comforted by the closeness of the two grazing horses, I tossed them each an apple. I stirred my campfire with a damaged arrow; Sparks and embers jumped towards the sky, as if to join the beautiful stars sparkling above.

I looked at the imposing outline of the Arcane University against the night sky. It would only take us an hour or so to get there in the morning. I would leave the horses under the bridge and talk to the Imperial Battlemage on duty. He would surely be able to make arrangements for the Legionnaire's horse and shield.

I had gathered much first hand information on the Shrines of Daedra Lords in my recent travels. I hoped comparing my notes with the books in the Mystic Archives would help me make more sense of it.

I finally caught up. Nicely done Acadian. Your stories are like a demonstration for playing a mystic archer, but done with enough originality and strength of characterization that it is as much dramatic and plain fun as it is educational. So now Buffy is looking for answers from Daedra Lords? But just what is the question?

I can see she is also slipping further into darkness "I had quite enjoyed this one. I figured this was righteous vengeance. The sadistic, ruthless bits were just for fun. No one had ever accused me of being nice to those who would kill or threaten me." When one considers that it was she who went looking for the necromancers in the first place and attacked them from ambush, it is quite the extreme rationalization. It looks like she is not too far from becoming an ideal member of the Dark Brotherhood. A good depiction of sliding down that slippery slope. (hmm, how many s-words can I fit in there? )

The death of the Legionary otoh shows us she still feels compassion for others. Likewise with her letting the Bravil Watchman off the hook after he killed City-Swimmer. She has the same dichotomy of emotions that a real person would have. She is definitely all grown-up now.

I wonder though, why did she not simply use her Command spell on the lion? (or does it not work on animals? My inexperience in the game might be showing here. However, Bosmer also have the ability to command animals once a day as well, so why not use that?) It is too bad this game does not allow for horse-archery, or even mounted melee combat. I realize that you may not have thought about it when you were actually playing the game, but that does not necessarily mean the same must happen in the story. Perhaps you should have put in a sentence or two of her thinking that she could have tried something like that after the fact?

I am also wondering if at some point you plan to go back and re-write some of your early stories. Your writing skills have improved dramatically since then. I think it would probably be worth the effort to go back and do it, maybe when you are finished with all the Buffy Tales. I am sure you will thank yourself the next time you re-read them (this is not a slam, as a writer I know just how critical one can be of one's own work. I think there is a natural desire to make it all as perfect as you possibly can). I know whenever I re-read something of mine it is very hard for me not to start tinkering with it.

Speaking of which, how many drafts do you usually write before you post something here? Typically when I write I will do five drafts in all. The first draft takes the longest, as it is when I sit down and write out the entire thing from start to finish. Then the next day I will go through the entire thing and edit it to catch spelling and grammar errors, and just plain arrange things better. The same for the next two days. After those four drafts I am usually so sick of the story I cannot stand to look at it anymore. So I let it sit for a month, then go back and do one more draft of editing. I find that long pause helps a great deal, as you miss things when you have been looking over them again and again. Sometimes you need a fresh pair of eyes to catch them.

Another wonderful addition, but i'm not sure if i missed something, last thing i remember is her doing a service for Meridia, did she get the , or this information she was looking for? Or are you planning to involve that in a later story? Is Angel coming soon?

Sorry for all the questions, i probably open your topic 20 times a day since i heard about it, and again a great addition, i will be staying here until you reach 200 posts, then i'll stay on the renewed topic (same to you bobg if you are reading this)

Wow, lots of action! I love this! This chapter is a perfect example of why I got so hooked on Buffy's tales!

Acadian just a quick question what mod do yuo use for grummite bow??

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Shivering:Grummite_Bow#Grummite_Bow It looks like you need the http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tes4Mod:Unofficial_Oblivion_Patch#Unofficial_Shivering_Isles_Patch to make it work though.

Oh man, I've missed two new stories. That is what happens when you work seven days a week and cut down on the internet use. Damn it..... :yuck:

I really loved the Meridia quest, i remember fighting 4 of those Necromancers at the same time plus the summoned creatures. It was one crazy night in that cave.....
Interesting to see how Buffy handled that fight, she did far better than me...... :lmao: . That quest was the only one so far that really pushed my Bosmer, probably because it was the first time i did the quest and wasn't expecting the sudden combat.

Mountain Lions !!! My favourite combat enemy. There is nothing better than seeing them jump ontop of your head and trying to hit them. Great fun.

On a side note. Acadian, you are certainly a man possessed. When i write it takes me a month to get one small chapter out. I cannot believe your passion. Amazing.
My only advice is to slow the pace a little and use that time to throw in more descriptive language into the stories. Really put yourself into the story. Feel the landscape around you.
Never let a story unfold as a series of events that simply play out.

Instead keep hitting it until the description flows out like blood.....

Thats good because i just ordered oblivion, shivering and KOTN. Finally converted from ps3

This is for you Acadian and all gamers who share the experience;

Great job yet again. Your skills with words seem to increase with every entry. You obviously have a lot of passion for your character, which shows in your writing, and this leads to great reads. I enjoy this story more and more as it grows, and as always I'm sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the next post.

do you think of adding any more shivering isles?