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The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

They are crawling on his back. Maggots? Worms? He can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, he has to take care of this as quickly as possible, but there's no-one around. He is running and running, trying to find a place where he could wash out the strange feeling on his back, but the world is twisting right before his eyes, corridors do not connect with one another, the road back is different from the one he came and everything is just mad. The world is mad, and suddenly it all starts to glow. It seems that everything is burning, the colors around are becoming red...

Brogan suddenly jumped up from his sleep and started grabbing over his back and sighed. The wounds have started healing rather quickly, and the pain was almost completely gone. He covered his eyes from the rising sun that was shining into his eyes and he stood up to stretch. Brogan swiped the sweat from his forehead from the nightmare. It's been quite some time since he had a nightmare. "Must be my back." he thought, as those were some horrid burns. He looked over to the bridge, where no one has crossed. Not the Hero of Kvatch, not the group of prisoners that he was fighting along with and not even a single person. The bridge was silent during the whole night.

"Well, I guess our Hero wasn't watching us properly. I could just walk away right now." an idea popped in his head, but he dismissed it. "He must be something good to actually have power to stop those archers in the arena. They probably had a good night sleep in the inn this night. I should have went there." Brogan sighed in regret and started heading towards the bridge.

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Brogan stepped out of the water, after being inside for hours. It washed his fatigue away and he felt almost as a new person. Almost. His back still hurt, but after a little bit of time, he now could move without much problem. He looked at the sun, which was already pretty low in the sky. He scratched his head thinking if maybe they all have left already and didn't notice him, even though he was near the gates and he didn't hear a bigger group passing by. "They are probably still in the city." he thought to himself as he was standing, waiting for the water to drip off him. "I'm glad the wind isn't strong today, I could have gotten sick otherwise." Brogan picked up the silk clothing that he bought and started slowly putting them on. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, so he sighed in relief. He started walking down to the gates, at first thinking of heading to inn as he was told, but he pushed that idea away, as he'd have to go to the other side of the city. Brogan hoped that all of them would come through these gates soon, so he just sat down on the bridge, looking at the setting sun.

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Brogan was tired after the fight, even if they've got a little bit of time to rest, but he will need much more time to recover. As everybody were already moving, Brogan has been struggling standing up. His back was still scarred, even after the healing that he has received. That fire attack that the young Breton used was enormous and strong and he wondered where she got such powers. She couldn't have that much experience at such an age, he thought, and which is why he was impressed. He was impressed by every single other person here in the room, as all of them were extremely powerful.

"Daedra? What good will my poison do, against Daedra?" he thought to himself in disbelief. He started to doubt the intentions of the Dunmer. Yes, they have won against the gladiators, but... some of us didn't do much during this fight, only got in the way of the others. Of course, Brogan did indeed kill one Gladiator, but only because he fell right in front of him. Everything else was done by the others. He shook his head, trying not to think too hard about this, for the Dark Elf has saved their lives just now.

After struggling a little bit with the pain in his back, he managed to stand up and he started limping outside. The dark elf has introduced himself as Hero of Kvatch. Indeed, he now understood why his face looked familiar. He indeed was the Hero he has seen. While he didn't interact him at all, Brogan has seen him from time to time, in one place or the other. The Hero has given all of us quite a few septims to get our gear ready, so Brogan took just a few septims, for he knew what he was about to buy. He started walking north, to the market district, to the Rindir's Staff shop, for he knew Rindir himself.

People around in the city looked at Brogan with disgust. Maybe because his life was spared in the fight, or maybe because of how filthy he looked like. The top of the rags had burned, so the top of his body was naked, and the horrid scars on his back was for everyone to see. He really hoped that no-one would decide to knock him out or try to use this time when he's really weak. Fortunately, no such thing happened and he managed to reach the shop physically unharmed, even though psychologically it was a little difficult.

"You're in Rindir's Staffs. And I'm Rindir. I sell magical staffs. Imagine that." Rindir told Brogan as he entered. "No need Rindir. You know what I came here for, don't you?" Rindir looked at the poor state that Brogan was, smiled and went to bring him the red colored clothes that he always loved. After Rindir had brought him his clothes, he threw down a few septims for them. "You won't be staying for a bit?" Rindir asked. "No, sorry. For there's a lot that I have to do right now. Maybe some other time." Brogan smiled as he exited the shop.

He did not care at all that he was told to go to the Inn after he has done all he wants, so after getting back to the street he started moving towards the opposite side of city, to the gates. It took him quite a bit of time to reach them, but as he reached them, he got used to the pain a little bit and he was able to move a little swifter. Brogan got outside of the city and slowly went to the river that was surrounding the city. He reached the river, and there he took off his ruined rags and placed his newly bought robes besides as he was getting into this cool water. As the water reached up to his back, he stopped and very swiftly got underwater. It hurt him for a bit, but the water was now relaxing him. The first thing that he did was wash his dirty hair off, for he hated that his hair were filthy like this. He was sad for he didn't have anything prepared, to help him wash his hair, but he had to do with what he had to do. He stayed in a water for a long time and he wasn't planning on getting out any time soon.

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Brogan just sighed deeply. He didn't want to join the Blades, because he wouldn't be independent anymore, but dying here would be a shame as well. He thought that somehow he might be able to get away from the group at some point in this, so he decided to stand up as well and nod. "I'll be going with you as well." with a smile on his face. "And so, if I'm guessing right, you will provide a lot of equipment for us? What about herbs and insects or anything that is involved in alchemy?"

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"What are you talking about, Imperial? Tooth fairies aren't this ugly!" He looked at the Dunmer as well. "And the crowd can swallow all the poison I make. They should have been glad all of us gave them such a show." he grinned. "Unarmored prisoners fights off fourteen armored gladiators? Even if me or any of us had killed someones father, brother or sister, they had to be impressed by all this." and then he frowned, with a puzzled look on his face. "Your face looks familiar, Dunmer. Who are you?"

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"Whitehead?" Brogan giggled under his nose. "Now I wasn't called this in the longest of times. And you, yourself aren't all that dark yourself." He pointed at the blond hair of the imperial and then took his own hair in his hand. "Even though they're not as shiny, because of all this mess that happened here." Brogan suddenly realized who he was talking to. "Hey, weren't you the guy who jumped at someone? Oh, did you break your leg?" he giggled at him again.

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As he was helped up by the Breton. "Thank you, again." he said. He looked around the arena, he looked at the crowd and shouted "This is your justice! We won't be dying for you!" and he started laughing, but suddenly his face changed the expression because of the pain, so he just looked down again and started to move back to the pits. Everyone were heading back to the pits, some with surprised faces, some - with hopeful ones. As they got back inside, Brogan sat down, trying not to lean against the wall with his back. He took a deep breath. "So, we have won the fight." he said loudly, so that everyone could hear. "What now? Why didn't they kill us there in the arena? The crowd was indeed thirsty for our blood." Brogan had a puzzled look on his face.

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"Save your energy, Breton. Just help me the pits, I'll take care of myself there." Brogan shot a little smile at her. "Thank you. I owe you my life." he expressed his gratitude to her, while trying to stand up on his two legs, both of which were shaking so much, he couldn't stand for long and fell on one knee.

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From the top of my head I would say that one enemy is still alive.

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"Next time... check who you're targeting... and stop your sobbing. You're holding out against..." Brogan inhaled some air, causing him some pain. "... against these two. There are only four of them left." He was lying on the sand, looking at the two who were hacking at the Bretons ward, but it was to no avail, but Brogan could feel each hit. He could feel that with every hit, the Bretons healing wasn't healing him as much as it did in the initial moment and every single hit was a big toll on the power of her.

"If suddenly her ward would fail, I'd probably manage to roll past, but my wounds wouldn't answer so cooperatively" he thought to himself. Brogan wanted to look how the fight was going outside his temporary ward home, but he couldn't focus on anything besides the two people clawing at the ward.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a blonde Imperial just jumped on one of the gladiators that were bashing the ward. He was surprised, because he had not noticed this person before. And more to his surprise, he wasn't as strong as most of the others here in the arena, but thanks to him, the Breton could heal his wounds a little bit more effectively. The blond Imperial didn't have much fun though, as he was punched aside, yet he didn't lose his cool. He childishly dissed the Altmer that just punched him and the Altmer grabbed him and raised him in the air.

"I need to help him" he thought. He looked at the Breton healing him, glanced at the last guy bashing on the ward and at the blond guy, who was falling to the ground. Brogan suddenly pushed the Breton with his leg, which canceled the ward, but then suddenly, the male Orc hit the Argonian from behind and it fell down in front of both Breton and Brogan and he used this time and stabbed his knife into the Argonians neck.