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As soon as the question left his mouth, and Orc came running towards the Nord screaming that it's his fight. Brogan didn't want to fight that huge Nord himself, but he took quite a few steps back and was ready to interfere if anything happens. The fight between these two strong individuals was really interesting to look at, but Brogan didn't forget to keep looking around, to see if anyone was targeting him, when suddenly, it seemed that Nord had won. He had cut the Orc, but before Brogan could even react, Orc just hacked at the Nord with an axe and then put a sword through his neck. This wasn't really surprising, because Orc were known to fight like this, but he realized that this Orc is no joke. But suddenly, Brogan fell to the ground on all fours. His mind went blank, because all he felt was pain in the back. Burning pain. He smelled that his flesh had burned and that his back was bleeding horribly. After the initial pain, he managed to get on his two legs and looked around... there was not a single mage left on the gladiator side, so it must have been one of the prisoners that did this to him. From what he saw, only three people were capable of such magic in the group of prisoners. The Dark Elf, the male or female Breton. The male Breton couldn't have done this, because he was standing right in front of him as he felt the smiting pain and the Dark Elf was on the other side, using restoration magica to heal herself. Brogan glanced at the innocent looking Breton girl, who was running away from another burned corpse. He knew, that it was her who did it, but he was in no place for a chase, so he fell on his bottom and lied on his side, looking over the battle that was seemingly almost over.

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Pathfinder said
As I said I don't really mind changing the whole outcome if someone has any grievances about it.

I don't mind it really, as Heinrich mentioned - we could've made a nice battle out of it. Well, let's wait for Quads input. I won't mind proceeding from here.

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Well, Quadrophenia - Daric has been setting up for a fight against the nord, and I have come near him as well. So I do not know how it works out here, really.

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The light outside has blinded him, as it must have blinded everyone. It took some time for him to get used to brightness, but he could hear what was going on. The crowd was not happy to see the scum of Cyrodiil appear in the arena. Boo's and foods were flying towards them all. Brogans eyes got used to the light at around the time when the opposite team has entered the sandy grounds. "THE YELLOW TEAM!" the announcer shouted. He looked at the equipment they had and thought that the handicap given wasn't exactly fair, but it's not the fairness the crowd sought. They wanted our blood. His train of thought broke after the imperial finally answered his question. "You saved one village at a cost of your life? Apparently, you won't be saving any more villages." Brogan told the imperial and grinned at her, as she moved towards the side of the arena.
Suddenly, the fight had started, but barely anyone had moved towards the enemy, apart from one breton who charged alone at the eleven gladiators rushing towards the prisoners. Brogan dashed towards one of the columns, to quickly figure out a way to get close to the archer, who would be causing them a lot of trouble. While he knew that another bosmer had taken a bow himself, he was hoping that that man wouldn't shoot at the targets farther back. He looked around near the archer and figured the safest path towards him. The bowman noticed him and readied an arrow and shot at him, but Brogan lunged to the right, spinning on his right leg and throwing his knife in the direction of the archer and the knife got stuck in the archers arm. Maybe it's not a deadly blow, but he won't be shooting arrows, Brogan thought and ran towards the archer, who was a little out of it and then he noticed the dark elf approaching the archer as well. Brogan just got the knife out of the arm of the archer and left him for the dark elf to deal with. After a quick look he noticed the nord, holding his sword over his head, swinging it down on the breton who was the first one to enter the fight, and he rushed towards it. The breton managed to dodge the attacks from the nord, and it was good because the nord was focused on him, Brogan was able to slide besides the nord and give a small cut on the nords leg.
"Breton, you in need of a weapon?!" he asked him, while getting on his own legs, facing the Nord.

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"While one says that talking is cruel, because it'll make it harder to kill each other, the other decides to hit up a conversation?" He glances at the imperial. "One who asks of such a question should be the first to answer it. So, imperial, why are you here?"

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Brogan appeared at the gates a little bit later than everyone else and took a deep breath. Even if he hasn't been inside for long, he longed for the fresh air. His white hair now had a brownish color because of the dirt in the cells. He hated being inside of that cell because of how filthy the cell was. There were all sorts of bugs crawling around and that sickened Brogan and he was glad to finally get outside. The air was rather pleasant and everything being dim added to the atmosphere. He took a glance around, where people had already taken their own weapons, waiting for the fight to start. He glanced at every single person here in the arena pits, checking their weapons, their stances. One dunmer woman couldn't stand in one place and had been arguing and shouting something. Brogan finally approached the weapon rack and took two simple iron daggers. He took a glance at the weapons that others held and took a deep breath. Parrying with this sort of knife won't be easy, but he'll be able to move a little bit faster. After spinning his knives between his fingers he went into the very middle of the arena pits and stood there, waiting.

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Name: Brogan
Race: Bosmer
Age: 79
Appearance: With really rough and sharp face lines, and a tall forehead. His long white hair are tied behind his back, reaching his waist, a few brands of hair hanging loose in front. While his body shape is tiny, and he is not as tall as Bosmer standard height, he’s got some muscle, most of his strength being in his legs, giving him a tough look.
Five major skills: Acrobatics, One handed weapons, Sneak, Alchemy, Marksman.
Five minor skills: Unarmored, Hand to hand, Lock picking, Enchanting, Block.
Class name: Master of Poison
Brief history: If you’d ask if Brogan is around the inn, you’d probably be told that that guy is Brogan, and maybe even that boy is Brogan, but, if you were to ask about that assassin who works with poison, you’d make the entire inn silent. Most people knew about the works of the assassin and believed that a mention of him would make him, make you silent eventually. And while common-folk felt insecure with this bosmer alive and around, people from higher places usually contacted him with work. “I’ll pay you good coin, if you’ll get rid of him.” He heard this sentence more than a hundred times. Hundreds of times was he in the houses of influential people, sitting in comfortable chairs, listening to these fat and greedy fools describing the person they want to get rid of. And while these offers did bring him quite a bit of coin, they were not difficult. Anyone who was not prepared for Brogan to come, died sleeping in their beds, or after they have eaten their dinner. And in the past few years, this is how it all was in this line of work, and it left Brogan a bit dull on his skills, so he himself wanted something different. And one day, the offer came. And it came not from the influential people, but from the common-folk who feared Master of Poison, as they feared death. Brogan spoke to a khajiit boy in Leyawiin, who was offering him less than a tenth of what people usually offered him, for a job at least twice as difficult, but he accepted it nevertheless. While Brogan prepared for this job, he started to have his doubts. He started to suspect that he was lied to, but he had to go through this all, because he already took the coin. It took him less than a day, to prepare and plan everything out. At night, he unlocked the house where the victim should have been, but as soon as he took a step inside, he heard a sound behind the door and as he tried to open it, it was not budging at all. The fireplace was out, but the hot coal was shining red, illuminating the room a little bit. He was surrounded by armored guards, and he did not have any possible chance to run away, so he had to surrender. He was quickly dropped on his chest and his hands were tied up behind him. As he looked up, he noticed the same khajiit boy, moving towards him, with a huge grin on his face. This way, the Master of Poison, who had never been caught, got captured this simply and got put behind bars.

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