Sir Magul gro-Bash (2) , Knight of the Circle has fallen in glorious battle against the foul creature Rahgot. He rides to the Dreamsleeve wreathed in flame with silver blade held high, and under his knightly closed helm he wears a look of mild surprise. His stars-given birthright as a mighty Atronach absorbed his enemy’s fire and turned it to healing light, but it did not account for the legion of axe-wielding shamblers hacking away at his back while he was engaged in acts of righteous might. It turns out that there is something to be said for Smithing after all. (Sir Magul should have listened to his Forge-Mom.)
Sir Magul is survived by his squire Valdi, his battle dogs Vigilance and Meeko, and the war horses Honor and Virtue. Squire Valdi is not an idiot and surely whistled for the dogs and got the hells out of there when she saw her boss chasing a floating fireball with a ghost inside while trailing an undead army. She no doubt plans to give the horses more reasonable names after she trades her squire outfit for some mead and a venison sandwich. And if she shows up somewhere with a dented suit of plate armor for sale, I’m not going to ask her any questions.
Rest in peace, Sir Magul. You were awesome.