From inside the Manor House the wounded Grigerda directs the resistance against the cultist and dremoran occupation of Bruma. Every warrior wishes to lead on the battlefield, to motivate others that follow by their example of commitment and dedication, but alas for Grigerda this is not to be her fate. Sending others into the streets to fight may go against her every sentiment, but Bruma needs her not to lead, but to point the way.

The truth is however that all our acts of resistance in Bruma may not be enough to save this town from the cruel clutches of Coldharbour. With the Shadowed Path cultists roaming the streets, dremora appearing from portals all-over, and the Black Dagger bandits waiting in their holes to strike like a pack of starving skeevers, Bruma’s doom seems to be inevitable.

But what separates men and mer from daedra is that we are unable to sit back and passively accept fate. We are stubborn and fight to our last breath, because unlike the daedra our last breath is our final breath. And besides, how do you really know if it is inevitable, if you do not resist the apparent inevitable. Maybe every time we stand and strike out against our oppressors we are just tossing another stone into the sea, creating but the smallest ripple of hope. Yet maybe with enough ripples we may eventually build a tide that will wash clean the streets of Bruma. Maybe.

S.K