Dralith Da'Seloth stood before the gate as his companions rested, albeit briefly. The swirling mass of what seemed like living fire loomed before him. He'd gone through two other gates such as this but one was never truly accustomed to traversing the planes of Oblivion. The horrors that dwelled within were not something to look forward to. He gathered his wits as Brogan reached for the gate. "Master Brogan, hold if you will." He said as he turned to face the group. "Well, you've done a fine job thus far. I'm impressed with your abilities. But this.." he gestured to the gate. "This is the true test. Within the plane of Oblivion you will not only be tested on your martial prowess.. but also your strength of mind. Take heed as we enter.. there will be things to see that you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on." At this, he drew his enchanted Akaviri Katana. A surge of electricity flowed down the blade as it came free of its sheath. The Hero of Kvatch turned and walked through the wall of living fire that was the gate. 

The group hesitated for a moment, unsure. But they gathered their courage and, with weapons ready, entered the gate.

Immediately their sense of smell was assaulted by the stench of death, decay, and things burning. The ground beneath their feet was red as if it were with in iron. The sky was as scorched as it had been around the gate in Cyrodiil. Strange, tentacle like plants dotted the cobblestone pathway that lead to a massive obsidian tower. Beyond the path in either direction was molten earth, ensuring them that there was only one way to go. Forward. Along the pathway could be seen Dremora and the imp like Daedra known as Scamps. Upon seeing the adventurers, they turned now and cast fireballs in their direction. Dralith could be seen removing his sword from the chest of a Dremora. He turned to the group as they came through. "Forward!" he shouted as he charged down the path, katana in his right hand and a ball of lightning in his left.