"Did I introduce myself to you?" Brogan looked at him surprised and then looked around the others that were following him, with a little frown on his face. No one should know his real name, he has never introduced himself to no one, apart from saying that he's the Master of Poison. Never has his name escaped his mouth. "Because I don't think that I did, Dar..." he stopped for a second, pondering. "Dar... whatever your name is, Hero. I don't speak mine to anyone. And no, I wouldn't run off. My services are yours, for time being."

Henry curiously watched the whole process and clapped twice. "Yes, yes very good," - he nodded twice - "You are a very mysterious serial killer, who is very secret we will not speak of your name ever again.. Brogan, is it?"- Henry then smiled and added - "Oops. Spoke of it. My bad" With that the bard started chuckling.
He was finally leaving the imperial city, after about two weeks. That's a long time of him staying in one place, so inside, he was actually happy, not happy from one of his jokes. He then looked a far to the side where the supposed oblivion gate was, and saw that the cloud was rather red towards that side. "Interesting" - Henry mumbled.

"You're mixing something up, bard. You can call me by my name, go ahead. It's just that I don't introduce myself with it." he tilted his head questioningly, wondering if the bard understood what he said. The bard was a really strange person to Brogan. He could not understand him that well. He looked away from the bard, to the Hero. "Anyway, where are we heading? I guess you briefly told them what was going on."

Dralith chose not to respond to Brogans inquiry on introductions. He had his ways and he would leave it at that. "Yes indeed I've given them a brief run down as to where we're going." He said as he resumed his rather quick traveling pace. "There is an Oblivion Gate about half a days march due north of the City. As you can Imagine, that's not good. We're going to go close it. It is also my test to see if the lot of you are really up for fighting Daedra." There was a matter of fact tone to his voice, no readable emotion behind his words. As if he was ignorant to the fact that failing his test meant death though assuredly he was well aware. The Hero of Kvatch had high hopes for this group and expected the lot of them to succeed.

Henry smiled and was about to say something but then a thought crossed his mind that he shouldn't, so he just nodded, more to himself than anyone else. Deep inside, Henry knew he was not a fighter, yet he was not even a bit afraid of what's to come. On the contrary, he was intrigued. The bard was about to see Daedra from up close and even fight them. Henry could not say that was his dream, but definitely something he wanted to experience. One could call him naive for thinking all these things, he knew, but people called him naive for far less convincing reasons and the bard just got used to not to pay attention to that. The thing that those people called "naivety" is what got him out of most terrible situations the bard got himself into his entire life. While those same non-naive people where consumed by life for one reason or another.

Henry suddenly woke up from the deep thoughts he got himself into and nodded once again, this time livelier. He continued onward, following the Hero of Kvatch, while whistling a catchy rhythm song he knew about a knight who wanted to become a Daedric lord.

"Interesting..." Katrina heard the low mumble from the bard. She followed his gaze and saw the shadowy, red cloud in the distance. She shivered at the sight and pulled her hood over her head. She thought about what the Blade told her. She had heard a bit about daedra, but nothing useful.

Dralith continued across the bridge. Katrina followed close behind but didn't speak much to the rest; She was thinking about their "quest."
Fighting daedra and shutting Gates to Oblivion. She smiled to herself. It sounded like a fairytale, but she knew that this time, it was real. The thought was scary, but somehow still exciting. Now that she was well rested and fed (to some degree, at least), she felt ready.

As they walked, the bard started whistling a song. Katrina recognized the song and, her spirits raised slightly, hummed along to it quietly.

The remainder of the trip was uneventful and quiet and the weather was fair. After only a few hours of traveling on the road, the group veered off into the forest. Birds chirped and a soft breeze rustled through the trees and bushes, in the distance Deer could be seen.To anyone else it would be a beautiful day to travel but for the group it was likely much different. None other than Dralith had fought Daedra before and it was clear in their eyes to what their thoughts drifted to. The prospect of fighting creatures of Oblivion was both terrifying and exciting, perhaps one or the other for some of them. Noticeably the clouds darkened to a shade of red not unlike the color of blood and an air of danger crept through the trees. A small rise topped with rocks lay ahead and Dralith fell into a crouch, motioning for the group to do the same. Though not all of them were adept at stealth it would do them good not to stand tall and reveal themselves quite yet. The Hero of Kvatch crept up to the rocks and peered over to observe the gate.

It was an archway made of rough, cracked stone with spines on its flanks. Large obsidian spikes the size of a man rose from the ground around it and seemed to be tipped with thick blood. The gateway itself was like a wreath of living flames trying to escape and burn the land. Truly a chilling sight. Eight red robed and hooded figures stood before the gate, keeping watch. There was a ninth individual.. upon closer examination however, it was far from mortal. It wore armor that resembled a set of spiked black Plate that had been splattered with the blood of countless enemies. The creatures skin was a dark shade of red and two small horns protruded from its head. A Dremora. It carried only a simple Elven Claymore. A low ranked Churl.

Dralith ducked back behind the rock. "I count nine total. The ones in red robes are Mythic Dawn Cultists. Little threat but don't underestimate them. The ninth is a Dremora Churl." He gestured for them to take a peek for themselves to see their enemy. "Take a good look. There will be plenty of those within the gate. Karnog. This one I leave to you, everyone else take care of the Cultists."

The big Orc grunted and nodded his approval after taking a look. Karnog was eager to test his might against the creature. "And where will you be in all of this?" He asked.
Dralith grinned. "Why, I shall be right here, observing your performance." The Dunmer chuckled then peered over the rocks once more, his expression returning to that of a focused killer. "Be careful and watch eachothers backs down there."

With a nod and a grin of his own, Karnog leaped over the rocks with his axe in hand. With partial reluctance, and some excitement, others followed him or skirted around to fight from a more advantageous position for their skills.

"He's not serious, is he now?" Brogan thought to himself. He knew they would need to fight Daedra, but he really didn't expect him not to engage into the fight. This is insane. Brogan thought that he collected all of them as people who would help him. He thought they passed the test, by winning the battle in the arena. Brogan took a deep breath and calmed down. What is it that he can do right now? Most of the people jumped over and ran over to the fight, and Brogan looked around. "Guys, don't rush! Let me at least cover your weapons with poison. It'll be at least of some good! Just watch where you swing." Brogan quickly took out a vial of poison he prepared during the night. "It's not the best poison, believe me. I had to work with what I had around me, by the bridge. But it is what it is." He covered all the weapons of people who didn't rush. After he had done that, he realized that he didn't have a weapon by his side. He would be useless in the fight and throwing one other vial of poison he had at the enemy would be to no avail. But he had no choice, so he spurted down with everyone else, in hopes that he'll find a weapon lying down on the ground in the heat of the fight.

Henry looked how the Dunmer just pushed them to the battle and sat back, hoping to enjoy the view. "Uhm.. Couldn't we have taken a more strategic approach?" Henry asked, while he was unsheathing his spear from his back and putting his lute near the Hero. "Guard it" Henry said with and pointed to the lute.

Luckily some people blindly charged into battle, so the bard had some time to look around, when he Heard the Bosmer, Brogan, make a suggestion. "Poison?" Henry asked "Aye, that would be useful." Brogan quickly coated the tip of his spear with some greenish liquid. Henry had no idea what this poison would do, but it was definitely a welcomed assistance.

Henry then spun the spear in his hands and looked around once more. He had no idea how to engage in a battle, the same problem he had in the arena - he knew how to defend himself properly, not how to attack or kill someone swiftly. He carefully, step by step, went towards the fighting where the things were looking grim for our group. Some of the people were overwhelmed by the Mythic Dawn agents because of their over-confidence. Henry charged in the fighting as soon as he saw one Mythic Dawn fighter turn his back to him. Henry's spear gave him an advantage: the victim barely turned a bit, when a side of his robe was torn by the tip of bard's spear. Henry didn't impale him completely, because the turn was enough, but the tip of his spear was bloody and if Brogan's poison was of any use, that should be enough, or so the bard assumed.

However, the mythic dawn agent did not seem too damage and he quickly threw a shock spell at Henry. The bard anticipated it and spun away, while preparing his spear for another stab. When he successfully evaded the spell, Henry quickly raised his spear above the head from the right side, spun it so the point of spear would be facing the enemy and quickly stepped towards him, while lowering the spear to his left side. The momentum of the spear was too big to block, but the Mythic Dawn agent did not seem to notice that and when he tried to, his hand was slashed and he jumped back back with a gasp. However, he did not waver and threw two spells at Henry, then took out his mace and charged. All Henry could do was jump to the side to avoid spells, but he did not have time, to reposition his spear for defense against the charge of the Mythic Dawn Agent. The bard was only able to sweep the ground in front of him the blunt end of his spear, thus stopping the charge, but losing the ability to counter attack and defend from next attack.

The Mythic Dawn agent seemed to notice that, as he fearlessly took a step forward while swinging his mace to hit Henry, but then his leg seemed to have slipped and he stumbled to the ground. The bard did not wait a second, but he saw that the Mythic Dawn Agent was not moving and he let go of his mace, he tried his best to get up and rach for the weapon, but it seemed that the enemy lost all of his strenght and stopped moving at all. "Poison" - Henry immediately thought and nodded "Aye, It actually works". The bard took a step and stabbed the Mythic Dawn agent just to make sure and looked around the fight to see how it was going.

Dralith couldn't contain his chuckle at the reactions of Brogan and Henry. Clearly they were not amused that he'd chosen to stay back and send them into the fray and that was all well and good. For those who saw him in the inn there was no doubt in his swordsmanship and he didn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone at this moment in time. Once through the gate, where his skills would be needed most, he would not hold back. For now the Dunmer was content to let his prodigies handle the light work.

"Couldn't we have taken a more strategic approach?" asked the Bard.
Dralith shrugged half heartedly. "The Orc jumped to it, not I." No sooner had the words left his mouth that the Bard set down his lute and bade him to guard it before joining the fight.

Karnog bounded for the Dremora, closing the distance with long powerful strides. The Dremora turned to face him and a guttural growl issued forth in challenge to the charging Orsimer. They met with a thunderous clash of axe and claymore. Karnog heaved his axe in a heavy side swipe that would have cleaved the beast to the spine had it's sword not intercepted the blow just in time. He stepped back and brought the axe up for a downward chop, the Dremora readied itself and poised to block. The two weapons met once more and as the clashed, Karnog rushed forward with the butt end of his axe and smashed it into the beasts gut. Stunned, the Dremora staggered back but recovered quickly and struck out at the Orc with a floury of slashes and thrusts. Without expecting such speed with a claymore, Karnog was forced into a defensive posture that had him losing ground. On came the Daedra and the big Orc did well to block and parry the majority of the strikes. Several got through his defense in the form of glancing blows to his arms and one to his side. This did little but to enrage him and Karnog planted his feet, standing his ground. With the hooked part of his axe, he locked the Dremoras blade as it attempted a sideward slash. With the creatures weapon trapped, Karnog stepped into his enemies guard and rammed his fist into its face. The Dremora stumbled back and Karnog followed on with two more solid jabs. Sword still locked in the axe blade, he brought it low and planted his heavy boot on the blade and forced it to the ground. He spun then with his axe and caught the creature in the face with the back end then spun once more in the opposite direction, lopping the Dremoras head from its shoulders. The big Orc lifted the head high and shouted in victory. "They can be killed!!" his chest puffed and he beamed with pride. How Malacath would be pleased at the victory over the Daedra.

As he threw the head, a force of searing heat hit him square in the back and he yelled in pain and frustration then turned to see a cultist bearing a mace and a handful of fire. With a primal roar, Karnog charged his new enemy.

Dralith watched the duel between Orc and Dremora, all the while noting that one of the creatures was no real threat to the large Orsimer. This hardly came as a surprise to the Dunmer but he nodded in approval nevertheless.

Katrina looked at Dralith with a frown. He wasn't even going to assist them? It was true that this was some sort of "test" for him to decide whether they were worthy or not, but she couldn't help feeling irritated about it. She turned away and glanced at the enemy over the rocks. The Dremora... She had never seen such a creature before. There was something about this Dremora that was making her feel uneasy. She shook her head and tried to clear it out of her thoughts.

Before she could react, the majority of the group jumped over the rocks and charged at the unsuspecting enemy. She quickly leaped over the rocks and drew her sword. She stood back, though. She wasn't going to foolishly run into battle. She heard the Bosmer call and turned around. He was offering to coat their weapons with a strange poison. She didn't approach; she didn't like the idea of using poison. She noticed he didn't have any visible weapons. Worried, she decided to get him a weapon if she found one.

She raised her sword and slowly made her way into the battle. She saw movement at the corner of her eye and she quickly spun around. A mythic dawn agent was running towards her. He stopped when she spotted him and he raised his hand into the air. Katrina prepared to jump out of the way; who knew what kind of spell he planned to cast? There was a small flash of light and some kind of smoke started covering his body. When the smoke cleared, he was wearing some kind of strange armor. A mace was in his right hand.

The mythic dawn agent leaped at her, swinging his mace wildly. She quickly sidestepped and evaded a blow that would've crushed her skull. In the second that it took for the agent to recover from the attack, Katrina swung her sword and hit his shoulder. He yelled and stepped back with another swing of his mace. Without thinking, she blocked the blow with her steel bracer. She gritted her teeth as she felt the painful impact. With a powerful swing, she slashed through the agent's mask. There was a spurt of blood and the agent dropped his mace. He screamed and held his masked face. As he stumbled away, the mace disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Katrina quietly raised her sword and stabbed it into the agent's heart. He choked and lowered his hands to weakly grip the blade. She sank the sword deeper into his chest. With a final breath escaping his lips, he fell to the ground. His armor slowly faded away as smoke.

Katrina paused, checking to see if he really was dead. The agent wasn't breathing. She let out a breath and flicked a bit of blood off her sword. She glanced at the spot where the mace had been lying. It was going to be hard finding a weapon for Brogan.

She turned away and looked for the rest of her group.

As Brogan finished coating most peoples weapons with poison, he followed after the bard. While he didn't have a weapon himself, he decided that he'd hang out behind someone, until he finds a weapon. Brogan glanced around the fight. The orc was fighting that one dremora and, by what it seemed, was having a great time. Most of the cultists were occupied with their own fights. Most of them. Two of them were heading in the direction of Brogan and the Bard. Brogan started counting everything in his head and decided that somebody either has died already, or the orc that was fighting a dremora was still not done with it. He looked at the Bard, who has just finished off the agent, which was lying down on the ground. "Works good enough, right?" Brogan asked as he was rushing towards the mace lying on the ground, but it suddenly disappeared. Confused as to what had just happened, he ran behind the Bard and stood there, looking at two agents, closing in to them and without a weapon, he had no choice, but to stand and observe.

Noticing Brogans slight dilemma, Dralith drew his second Katana. The blade was yet to be enchanted and hence was not attuned to him. Though he was reluctant to part with it, he could simply get another at Cloud Ruler Temple. He stood and launched the sword towards the Bosmer. The katana flipped through the air and planted into the ground several feet from Brogan. "Do be careful with it will you?!" he called. "I'd hate to see such a weapon tarnished by too much blood!" Dralith said with obvious sarcasm and winked. Until Brogan could find a suitable weapon, Dralith would have to let him hold onto the sword.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Kiba and Daric charged a group of three. Upon seeing the pair, the Cultists invoked their bound armor and maces to meet the charge. Kiba was the first to reach them and leapt into the air for a downward thrust on one opponents throat but her sword was deflected by her enemies mace. What the cultist did not expect was her unarmed left hand to close in with a fireball behind his guard and he was blasted back by the spell, his armor singed. As she struck out with what would've been a killer blow another mace appeared and deflected her strike wide of its mark. A second cultist had intervened.

Daric was having similar luck. After a brief bout of slashes, thrusts, and parries with his foe, it seemed as though he would score an easy kill. As he gained the upper hand on the cultist, the one that Kiba burned had regained his composure and stepped in to defend his brethren. And so it continued for several minutes. Kiba and Daric would outmatch their single opponents and the three agents would dance and alternate between each other to maintain an impenetrable defense. The cultists realized they had the advantage and went on the offensive, pushing the pair back. Daric raised his sword to block a downward strike from a mace and the two became locked. As his sword locked with his opponents mace he noticed another mace coming in aimed at his exposed right flank. He said a silent prayer to the nine as he saw the blow coming but could not defend against it.

Before it made contact it was blocked by the blade of an axe. Puzzled, Daric dared look to see who his savior had been. Rias stood, dual axes in hand and grinned at him. "Close one there Breton." she joked as she pressed the attack on the third agent.
The Breton chuckled and disengaged his sword, turning and going on the offensive as well. "Nonsense! Had him right where I wanted him!" Now that their numbers were even, the skill of Kiba, Daric, and Rias proved more than a match for the Mythic Dawn agents as they gained ground and scored hits on the cultists. Kiba was the first to slay her foe with a fire ball at point blank range to his face. Rias followed suit with an axe lodged into the vulnerable throat of her opponent. Daric was last and added a bit of flare as he deflected the mace then dropped and kicked the cultists feet out from under him. In one fluid motion he stood and thrust his sword into the agents heart as he hit the ground.

The three exchanged appreciative nods and breathed deeply as they surveyed the battle space.

The sword fell down really close to him and it startled Brogan to no end. He looked over the ridge, from where the sword came from, and saw the Hero shouting something to him. Brogan took out the sword from the ground and spun it around in his arm a few times and took it in a strong grip. While he had no expertise in using katanas, he somehow felt rather familiar with the weapon. It had a really good balance in his arm and he felt that he could move around with this blade in his hand easily. Not as easy as with a knife, but easy nevertheless.

During this time of evaluation, the agents have closed in to him and Bard and Brogan did not have time to cover the blade in poison. Then again, he will need to give it back, so maybe it was for the better. This fight was one on one, as one of the agents made the Bard busy, and the other one was focused on Brogan. Before the initial swing from the cultist, Brogan launched himself with as much force he had in his legs towards the agent. There was no way someone could react to this, Brogan thought, but to his mistake, he was thrown to the side, by the block of the agent. "How did you manage to deal with one, Bard?!" he shouted, while getting his stance ready for another attack.

Or defense. Brogan decided to defend from this attack and as the agent swung, Brogan used the side of the blade and made the mace slide down to the handle of the sword, where it stopped. This was perfect for what Brogan had in mind. He used his sword as a lever, where the cross-guard acted as a fulcrum, he moved his blade with a great force and it slashed the agents neck open. Suddenly, he felt that the pressure on his sword was getting weaker as the agent succumbed right in front of him. He spun the blade in his hands once more and pierced the agents heart, ending his life.

Henry heard a sword falling somewhere to his side and realized that Brogan was near and the Hero lent him his weapon. As Brogan was constantly looking to the Bard's back, Henry took a glance behind him too and nearly fell of his stance, when he saw that two of the mythic dawn agents were less then 10 steps away closing in.

Henry quickly spun his spear in hands and repositioned himself to face both of the attackers, but one of them was soon distracted as Brogan charged to the enemy. "That leaves only me and you, mate. I hope you give more of a challenge than this guy." Henry leaned his head a bit towards his side where the previous attacker lied dead. That seemed to have provoked the Mythic Dawn agent. However, before blindly charging this one used a spell and coated himself in Daedric armor, unlike the last attacker.

After doing that the Mythic Dawn agent threw a fireball at Henry to distract him and dashed forward. The bard already knew this strategy from the last bout, so he instantly ducked, pointed his spear to the front and right after the heat wave past above Henry's head, he jumped to the front. That must have surprised the Mythic Dawn agent, as he stopped, to Henry's disappointment. The attacker halted at the right moment, so the Bard's spear just stabbed air in front of him and Henry's momentum made him lose balance and start running forward to not fall down on the ground. The only thing that saved Henry's life at that point was that he kept his spear in front, so the Mythic Dawn agent had to move aside to avoid collision. After running a couple of steps Henry dived to the ground and slided a meter or two. His clothes were torn and his hat fell of his head. He started chuckling imagining how foolish this spectacle should have looked from a spectator's side, but quickly jumped on his legs and looked to the Mythic Dawn agent.

Frankly, the Mythic dawn agent seemed perplexed, he did not even know how to react to Henry. As Henry had some time to take a breath, he leaned down to raise his hat from the ground before putting it back on his head. "How did you manage to deal with one, Bard?!" Henry heard a shout from where Brogan fought to what he replied
"Bah, It's easy. Just.. Uhm.. Find your inner strength." Henry barely kept himself from not laughing after he said that but he couldn't have laughed if he wanted to, because the Mythic Dawn agent finally decided to charge. However, this time Henry had the upper hand, mainly because all this spectacle made the Bard seem like an easy prey. Nevertheless, he greeted Mythic Dawn agent's charge with a side-step dodging the hit of the mace and pushed him with the side of his spear. The attacker now was forced to run from Henry with his back turned to avoid falling down. The bard spun his spear so it's tip would face the enemy and raised it above his head with one hand. He then threw his weapon to the Mythic Dawn agent's back, who has almost stopped running. Though the spear was not made for throwing, he barely needed to throw it five or six steps. The force hit the agent unprepared and he was knocked to the ground. The spear did not transfix his armor, only made a gap, before falling down near his side. Henry sprinted towards the fallen enemy, took his head by the occiput before he snapped out and started bashing his head into the ground with all the strenght he had. When the Bard made sure the enemy will not stand up, he quickly sprinted towards his spear and then back to stab the Mythic Dawn agent a couple of times just to make himself secure.

Henry then raised his head and saw that Brogan finished the other attacker too. "I see that you found your inner strength, as well as I did" Henry said grinning.

"Aye, that I did. Even though I think it's the blade that made it possible, not the inner strength." Brogan grinned back at the Bard, while looking around. He saw one last and lonely agent, looking around as everyone of his companions were dead. Brogan didn't waste time pondering about their own casualties and dashed towards the agent, which at that second was looking away from him. "An easy kill." Brogan thought, but to his disappointment, the agent noticed him early enough to dodge his lunge. He spun around and faced the agent head on, yet he was at a big advantage. Anyone could have ran up to the agent and killed him easily, so the agent kept looking around, while still trying to keep his focus on him.

Brogan took out the small glass container, which contained the little amount of poison he had made. He was thinking of just pouring it on the blade, to mock the agent, but he decided not to and put it away. At this point, the agent grew impatient and now was the one to engage into the fight. Brogan decided to play a little bit with him and stayed on defense all the time, dodging and blocking the hits from the mace, but suddenly, he felt pain in his back, which threw him off balance and made the agent successfully land a hit on the shoulder with the mace. It stung and Brogan fell backwards. From how everything felt, he knew that the hit did not actually break his clavicle or shoulder, but the muscles there took a toll. At this point, he decided to stop playing and just threw the vial of poison at the agent, distracting him for a mere second, which was just what Brogan needed. He pierced the katana through his abdomen, out the neck. It was a fatal blow and as Brogan took off the sword the body of the agent fell down, lifeless.

The pain in the shoulder was actually bearable, it did not do any major damage, but it would feel sore for a few days to come. He didn't notice any wounds in the flesh either, but the pain he felt in his back didn't feel too assuring. Nevertheless, he made his own neck crack and looked at the bard. "How many have you killed? Two? You seem to be stronger than I first thought. Even though I think there might be something wrong with your head, would be good to check that." he chuckled to himself and sat down on the ground to catch a breath, until the Hero would come over and tell them what to do.

Dralith vaulted over the rocks and walked briskly to meet the group, handing the bard his lute. "Brilliant. You're all doing splendidly and you've impressed me once more. Good job Karnog, I'm sure Malacath would be pleased to see your victory." He looked at each of them, noting several minor wounds. "We'll rest a moment and tend to our wounds. Brogan, you may hold onto that blade for the time being." The Hero of Kvatch looked up at the sky for a moment. The clouds were red and dark, not very helpful in determining the time of day.. but he figured that it was sometime in the late afternoon.

"I know that by not taking part in the battle I risk losing your respect. To be perfectly honest I do not care. Once we're through that gate i won't hold back and is strongly urge you to do the same. It's going to take all of us working together and at our best to make it out alive. This is the final test, my friends. Whether you believe it or not fate has guided you here and you are destined to end this threat. You'll all be heroes and perhaps Henry here will have a ballad or two for each of us." he chuckled and winked at the bard.

-- The Sky enticed something dark in Kiba, as she looked around to find Dralith walking to the group, she was smiling-- "I see you survived, then and left us to do the messy work"

Henry shook his spear twice in order to shake off the blood from it. He carefully clipped his spear behind his back and started going towards the rocks, where he left his lute, but the Hero hopped over them and greeted the group giving the lute back to Henry. Henry took his lute and thanked him.

The Dunmer said they would rest and tend to their wounds, but Henry was not wounded and he couldn't say he was tired. The only real "casualty" Henry got in this fight was his clothes, especially his jacket which lost all but two buttons and was ripped in a few places. It all came after he fell down and slided, while fighting the second agent. Henry sighed and re-buttoned up the jacket so it would hold on him better. The bard's breeches were scraped in a few places but he was thankful that they were still on one piece.

Henry listened to what the Dunmer had to say and answered him "Meh, this gate is not as scary as I thought. Then again, I never thought it was scary in the first place." he then thought for a moment. "I may write something. The Lay of the Dunmer Hero and His Doomed Friends. What a song that would make. His friends were so doomed in the first place, that even the oblivion was not able to kill them off." Henry smirked.

Katrina joined the rest of the group as Dralith approached. "Was easier than the arena, at least." She commented, examining the edge of her blade. It had a small dent from when she struck the shoulder guard of the cultist, but it was still usable. She sheathed it and turned her attention to her arm. She unclasped her steel bracer and examined her bare arm. It had bruised, but her arm seemed otherwise unharmed. She refastened her bracer and looked up at Dralith as he spoke.

"Heroes? Huh, sure..." She muttered, thinking of past memories. She brushed it from her mind and looked at the group.

"If any of you are injured, let me know." She said to the rest. She turned away and wandered off. Thinking of what might be on the other side of the Oblivion Gate, She sat down on a nearby rock and tried to relax.