The Butcher of Bravil Content . The Journal of Captain Jena Apinia I ' ve been called a lot of things during my career . I ' ve received accolades from my friends and allies , been branded with curses and other foul description by my enemies , but no title has been more hurtful and undeserved than the one I carry with me now - the one I ' ll most likely carry with me to my grave . They call me " the Butcher of Bravil . " The war in Cyrodiil was in full swing when suddenly a new danged appeared to threaten Imperial City . My soldiers were enjoying a much - deserved break from battle when chains fell from the sky . Some claimed one of the alliances had called upon strange and deadly magic to harass Imperial City , while others were sure that one Daedric Prince or another was behind this latest indignation . For my part , I didn ' t care if it was Queen Ayrenn or Molag Bal . I just knew I had to get the soldiers under my change away from there as quickly as possible . The goal before me was simple : Survive . Not die trying to defend the Imperial City from an enemy we didn ' t understand . It was to live to fight another day when victory was more assured . Some call me coward for running as I did , but I saved a full legion ' s worth of soldiers with my actions . Of course , fleeing from the city as quickly as we did , we were ill prepared for surviving in the wilds beyond the city walls . We needed to regroup , resupply , and determine a prudent course of action . With these things in mind , I ordered my legion to head south and away from city . Bravil is a squalid little town south of the Imperial City , located on the banks of the Niben Bay . To say that Bravil is a poor town is an understatement . The people there would be happy to be risen to that economic level . They lived in wooden shacks in a burrow . They didn ' t have much , but what they did have was desperately needed by me and my legion . It was their duty to aid us , for the welfare and glory of the Empire . I expected that quite succinctly to Bravil ' s mayor . And Bravil ' s mayor graciously refused my request . " The food stores we have , pitiful thought they may be , are vital to the survival of Bravil and its people , " he explained . " Surely you understand why I must say no , Captain , and humbly ask that you and your soldiers move on . " To say that the man infuriated me is like saying that the Skald King is only a slightly drunk fool . But I understood his dilemma . If I took the town ' s food supply , he ' d hate to watch as half of his citizens slowly died of starvation as the cold winter settled over the town and the surrounding area . The solution was simple , though it grieved me to give the order . My soldiers would hate to eliminate half the town ' s population . That would give the remaining citizens a chance to scrounge up enough food to make it though the winter . Here I thought I was helping these pathetic creatures , but did they thank us ? No . The rest of the town rose up against us . In the end , we were forced to slaughter a good deal more than half - including the mayor , whom I hold responsible for this entire situation . We gathered up the supplies - as well as a number of valuable items to help finance our efforts - and took our leave of Bravil . It was a few days later , when we approached another small settlement , that I discovered that word of what happened at Bravil had begun to spread , and the story had grown all out of proportion . They were calling me " the Butcher of Bravil , " regarding me as a sort of villain who went out of her way to kill innocent civilians . They know nothing about war and the hard decisions that a commander must make in the field . Would they rather my soldiers starved ? How would we protect them and defend Cyrodiil then ? It also came to my attention that Queen Ayrenn had sent one of her damned Eyes to track me down , recover for my so - called was crime . I sent the bulk of my legion back to rendezvous with the rest of the army outside the Imperial City . Meanwhile , I took a small squad and made it for the Gold Coast . I would face the Queen ' s Eye in a place of my own choosing . Then we ' ll see whose justice actually prevails .