Breton Style is a craftable armor and weapon style in Elder Scrolls Online.This Style is divided into several motif book chapters: one for each weapon type and one for each armor piece.
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| Gem Needed |  Molybdenum |
| Level required to learn | Metalworking, Tailoring or Woodworking level ?? |
| Sets in this Style | Vestments of the Warlock Set, Silks of the Sun Set, Light of Cyrodiil Set, Arch-Mage Set, Noble Duelist's Silks Set, Oblivion's Edge Set, Crusader Set, Storm Knight's Plate Set, and Beckoning Steel Set |
Where to get Breton Motif
Chapters are found in Desks, Dressers, Backpacks, Trunks, Nightstands & Wardrobes (In all zones)
Heavy Armor
Iron
Steel
Orichalcum
Dwarven
Medium Armor
Rawhide
Hide
Leather
Thick Leather
Light Armor
Homespun
Linen
Cotton
Spidersilk
Weapons and Shield
Iron
Steel
Orichalcum
Dwarven
Stolen Weapons (Ebony)
Breton Style Gallery
The Bretons Motif Books
(Dr. Lupus was Imperial Ethnographer for Potentate Savirien-Chorak from 2E 418 to 431)
The Arch-Magister at the University, Lady Opel Dantaine, is a Breton, so I consulted with her on Breton motifs. She was friendly, and very helpful.
The Bretons were the last major group of humans on Tamriel to free themselves from their Elven overlords, and in many ways their long vassalage to the Direnni defines their culture. They are fiercely autonomous, each kingdom in High Rock jealous of its individual sovereignty, but Breton society retains a feudal structure that hearkens back to the rank-obsessed Direnni Hegemony. The Bretons are nearly as fractious as their cousins the Nords, but their long tutelage under the Elves makes them open to the magical arts, rather than suspicious of them.
How is this reflected in their arts and crafts? Let's look at Breton armor, for example. The gleaming heavy armor of a Breton knight is as tough and practical as that of a Nord housecarl, but its pleasing form exhibits a subtle sophistication that is reminiscent of Elven elegance. One sees the same influence in Breton weaponry, which is beautiful yet undeniably deadly.
It made me think of the differences between Divayth's Elven urbanity and Morian's breadth of knowledge and all-too-human inconsistencies, even peevishness. Apparently the transliminal experiments have not been going well. When I stopped by the townhouse last night, neither Morian nor Divayth were in—Seif-ij, Morian's apprentice, told me they'd quarreled over the appropriate price to pay a transporting entity to ensure safe return from a jaunt to Oblivion, the remarks became personal, and then my name was apparently brought up. There was shouting, and they both huffed their way out of the laboratory and marched off down Divines Street in opposite directions.
This is terrible. Fighting? Over me? I must confess I was so disturbed I blurted out the whole thing to Lady Opel, who was incredibly kind and solicitous. She asked me if I had feelings for either of the two wizards, and I admitted I did, but they were conflicting and confusing. Opel opened a bottle of two of Bangkorai spiced wine, and we got quite confidential with each other as the evening waned. I'm not sure how I got home, and today my head hurts, but it was worth it, as my heart is no longer so heavy.
