Valentis was not certain he had made the correct decision by coming into this Godforsaken land, whilst his heart still beat fervently in excitement, an odd confliction of the mind and heart, he knew that this place could very well be the death of him, but equally he knew that this place was easily a place of adventure, excitement, foreign and alien.
The very things that had driven him for so many years.

The group cautiously made their way through the deadlands, the place was as deadly as it was inhospitable thankfully the way for them was expertly scouted by a tracker there little band had acquired.
Along the way the had met a guard member, the man was distraught and had somehow managed to survive against the denizines of this place; unfortunately the same could not be said of his comrades; most of them were dead and one was missing, most likely dead as well.

The guard left the the gate with haste after he met the group, and they continued onwards, the mood amongst them not exactly perked up by the fact that others had been in here and were basically all cut down.
Things only got worse from there, they lost their scout and lost their Imperial "leader" who had begrudgingly entered the gate on the first place.
Two losses to their group already... and their first major fight inside here began, it was a brawl, chaotic and bloody.
Before valen could even think of what to do a Dremora Churl stood in front of him, a sick bloody smile upon his face.
The brute was easily about 7 and half foot tall, covered in thick plate metal armour, it wielded a mace of which the end looked bugger than Valentis' head.

Valen had only just managed to infuse his staff with electricity, using spark upon it before the churl gave a guttural scream and pelted at him.
It spoke in some demonic speech that Valen could not understand but it felt as if he was mocking the old man armed with seemingly nothing but a stick.
True, this weapon of his would do nothing to heavily armoured opponent, the magic he infused into it however. Would. The churl swung first, placing a huge amount of force behind his swing, of which Valen dodged and it narrowly missed his head, in return Valen retaliated with his own attack, a thrust of his staff into the chest caused the Electricity to react with the metal, causing the churl to hiss and curse more at Valen, it had stunned and hurt him slightly, but wasn't enough.

The churl swung once more, this time the mace clipped Valens right arm, of which he felt something break - lightining flashed across his eyes and he stumbled as the pain spread like fire through his arm.
But, within that time Valen managed to recharge his staff, infusing it with a very powerful charge and thrusitng it into the armour once again, toughly over where the heart would be.
After a powerful jolt, the Churl gave spasms before falling to the ground dead; electricity seemed to be quite effective against these things.

He would heal his arm in time, but for the time being he knelt away from the battle a bit, hoping he didn't have to reengage with another enemy.