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The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Brogan wanted to reply to the Bard with something witty, but he didn't have any time, as the Dremora finally moved towards him. "Even if they seem to be well armored, they don't have anything that protects their face." he thought. "I need to move in such a way, where I'd get a chance for either a lunge or a slash. Lunging straight to its face is way too risky, because he could easily dodge it. But with three of us, getting behind him would be rather easy." He jumped backwards and figured he could dance around him for a bit, because he wasn't wearing armor. And after a few dance moves, together with Dremora, he tried faking a dash to one direction, but actually going the other, but failed, as the Dremora didn't react to the fake dash and swung it's mace in the direction where Brogan was heading. He managed to dodge it by diving to the side of the dremora, but he fell down on the ground in a really uncomfortable way and it took him a few seconds to get back to his feet.

He could hear a fireball coming towards him, and that might have just saved his skin from burning. He ducked quickly and the fireball went past his head. He could feel the warmth of the fireball, and how close it went past though him. Brogan turned around to face the Dremora, because he couldn't be distracted for long and he was greeted by pain in his jaw. He was sent flying in the air by the blow of the mace. At least seven of his teeth were flying outside his mouth. His jaw was most defiantly ruined from this hit and he fell down on the hard ground which probably broke a few bones in his body. And he laid there, motionless. Alive, but unconscious.

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The sudden change, as they crossed the gate disoriented Brogan. It probably disorientate everyone, because everything changed. The smell in this place did not bother Brogan that much, as he was used to horrid stench when he was making his poison. It was the pressure of the air around them, he felt as if he's a foreign body in someones body. His companions around him didn't look all that hot either, except for the Hero.

A fireball suddenly went past nearby and while Brogan didn't need to dodge, he jumped away from it. His experience with fire made him a little overly cautious around it. "So this is what I'll have to deal with for the time being?" he thought, annoyed. "I'd better get used to it then.". He unsheathed the katana and started stepping towards an imp, but the stepping had to be quickly changed into running and dodging, as the fireballs kept coming in huge amounts. While Brogan managed to dodge all of them, he felt that something is not exactly right, as he already felt as tired as if he was sprinting for good ten minutes. Nevertheless, he managed to close the gap between himself and an imp.

He swung, hoping that it will be first and the last hit he'll have to take, but the imp managed to parry it. But the parry came with a price and the imp went spinning on one leg and as he did that Brogan pierced the katana right though his head. He took the blade out and cut the scamps ear off and put it in his pouch. It was a creature he has never seen and he couldn't resist the urge to experiment. He took the out a small vial and dropped a few drops of blood from the blade. As he finished doing that, he had to look back, as another fireball flied right past his head. He tried to find the culprit, but dropped that, as he noticed the imperial Katrina, rolling away from a dremora swing and as she stood up - her sword was gone. It was not in her hand anymore. Without thinking about anything else, he rushed towards the dremora and was praying that he'd make it in time, but fortunately both Katrina and dremora had decided to take their time for a staring contest. As he closed in on the dremora, he noticed a sword down on a ground and realized it must have been Katrina's. With the speed he had, he used his sword and pushed Katrina's sword towards her. He didn't know if the sword made it to her, because with the momentum he dashed in front of the dremora and blocked it's swing, dedicated for Katrina. It made Brogan himself lose his balance and take a few steps back and readjust.

"Ever thought these guys? Because I have no idea how to fight them." Brogan asked Katrina, looking at the dremora's body, waiting for a slightest twitch.

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After his companions talked about what they were to do soon, Brogan stood up and stretched. He was now rather intrigued by the gates they were standing close to and went closer to them, looking at them from nearby. "Shouldn't we... go inside as soon as possible?" he looked back at the group. "And what would happen if I were to just step inside?" Brogan slowly got his hand closer and closer to the gate.

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"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.

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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.

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Oh wait, yes. Indeed. Those maces are indeed bound.
I'll figure it out in some other way. Thanks for clearing this up!

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."