Valkyr

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

"By the divines, defend him -- someone."

Katrina ducked down and grabbed her sword. As the daedra was lured away, she sheathed her blade and crouched down next to Brogan. She slipped her hand under his head and lifted it slightly, examining his wounds.
"I can stop the bleeding, but we need time and a bed to heal the rest," She said grimly. She hovered her hand over his jaw and carefully scabbed the wounds. She was sure she would be able to replace his teeth, but if his jaw was broken...

"Can you get up? You can't stay here, it's too dangerous," She said. She looked around and spotted his teeth lying beside him. She sighed and gingerly picked up the few she could see. She stuffed them into her pocket and quickly wiped her hand off.
She gently rested his head on the ground and stood up. She stumbled dangerously, the world spinning around her. Her vision blurred and she fell to one knee again. She held her head and cursed. Something about this place was affecting her.

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Katrina stood there, slightly stunned from the monstrous environment. She finally came to her senses in time to scramble out of the way as a scorching ball of fire shot past her. She drew her blade and wearily approached the enemy. Another fireball flew at her, but she managed to jump away again. She quickly rushed forward and reached the scamp who had been attacking her. It screeched in hate and lunged at her, claws raking. She dodged, but only barely. Her tunic was torn slightly, partially revealing the chainmail beneath. She swung her blade and caught it on the scamp's shoulder. It screamed in pain, grabbing the blade and trying to pull away. She allowed it to pull the sword off. The scamp took a couple of steps back, shocked. With a quick and smooth movement, she swung her blade and removed the monster's head.

Katrina frowned as the beheaded creature fell to the ground. Her heart was beating very fast. She looked around and stared at the burning land. Feeling light headed, she held her head and moved away from the general battlefield. She heard a roar behind her. She quickly spun around in time to see a dremora charging at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she couldn't react in time. Her vision blurred as the dremora threw her to the ground. Briefly, she stared the fiery red sky above her. She blinked and looked at the dremora standing over her. It raised its mace and, with a cackle, swung it directly at her head. She rolled away and struggled to her feet.
She missed the familiar weight of her sword and realized she had dropped it. She scanned the floor and found it lying directly behind the dremora.
She cursed and and returned her gaze to the dremora, ready to dodge if she had to.

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Katrina joined the rest of the group as Dralith approached. "Was easier than the arena, at least." She commented, examining the edge of her blade. It had a small dent from when she struck the shoulder guard of the cultist, but it was still usable. She sheathed it and turned her attention to her arm. She unclasped her steel bracer and examined her bare arm. It had bruised, but her arm seemed otherwise unharmed. She refastened her bracer and looked up at Dralith as he spoke.

"Heroes? Huh, sure..." She muttered, thinking of past memories. She brushed it from her mind and looked at the group.

"If any of you are injured, let me know." She said to the rest. She turned away and wandered off. Thinking of what might be on the other side of the Oblivion Gate, She sat down on a nearby rock and tried to relax.

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To clear up some confusion, is the mace Brogan picked up a "real" one? I assumed all the mythic dawn guys would be using bound weapons and armor as they do in the game, which means they would disappear the moment they died.

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Katrina looked at Dralith with a frown. He wasn't even going to assist them? It was true that this was some sort of "test" for him to decide whether they were worthy or not, but she couldn't help feeling irritated about it. She turned away and glanced at the enemy over the rocks. The Dremora... She had never seen such a creature before. There was something about this Dremora that was making her feel uneasy. She shook her head and tried to clear it out of her thoughts.

Before she could react, the majority of the group jumped over the rocks and charged at the unsuspecting enemy. She quickly leaped over the rocks and drew her sword. She stood back, though. She wasn't going to foolishly run into battle. She heard the Bosmer call and turned around. He was offering to coat their weapons with a strange poison. She didn't approach; she didn't like the idea of using poison. She noticed he didn't have any visible weapons. Worried, she decided to get him a weapon if she found one.

She raised her sword and slowly made her way into the battle. She saw movement at the corner of her eye and she quickly spun around. A mythic dawn agent was running towards her. He stopped when she spotted him and he raised his hand into the air. Katrina prepared to jump out of the way; who knew what kind of spell he planned to cast? There was a small flash of light and some kind of smoke started covering his body. When the smoke cleared, he was wearing some kind of strange armor. A mace was in his right hand.

The mythic dawn agent leaped at her, swinging his mace wildly. She quickly sidestepped and evaded a blow that would've crushed her skull. In the second that it took for the agent to recover from the attack, Katrina swung her sword and hit his shoulder. He yelled and stepped back with another swing of his mace. Without thinking, she blocked the blow with her steel bracer. She gritted her teeth as she felt the painful impact. With a powerful swing, she slashed through the agent's mask. There was a spurt of blood and the agent dropped his mace. He screamed and held his masked face. As he stumbled away, the mace disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Katrina quietly raised her sword and stabbed it into the agent's heart. He choked and lowered his hands to weakly grip the blade. She sank the sword deeper into his chest. With a final breath escaping his lips, he fell to the ground. His armor slowly faded away as smoke.

Katrina paused, checking to see if he really was dead. The agent wasn't breathing. She let out a breath and flicked a bit of blood off her sword. She glanced at the spot where the mace had been lying. It was going to be hard finding a weapon for Brogan.

She turned away and looked for the rest of her group.

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Are you going to take control of the enemy this time, or will we do our own fights like last time?

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"Interesting..." Katrina heard the low mumble from the bard. She followed his gaze and saw the shadowy, red cloud in the distance. She shivered at the sight and pulled her hood over her head. She thought about what the Blade told her. She had heard a bit about daedra, but nothing useful.

Dralith continued across the bridge. Katrina followed close behind but didn't speak much to the rest; She was thinking about their "quest."
Fighting daedra and shutting Gates to Oblivion. She smiled to herself. It sounded like a fairytale, but she knew that this time, it was real. The thought was scary, but somehow still exciting. Now that she was well rested and fed (to some degree, at least), she felt ready.

As they walked, the bard started whistling a song. Katrina recognized the song and, her spirits raised slightly, hummed along to it quietly.

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Katrina awoke with a start, nearly falling off her chair. She looked up and saw the bard speaking. She looked around. True, there were fewer of them than before. She yawned and stretched her back, feeling cramped from having fallen asleep at the table. She couldn't blame them; the whole thing seemed sketchy. She glanced towards one of the windows and saw the warm glow of the sun starting to appear. The sun was rising; she must've fallen asleep all night.

The blade began speaking at that moment. Katrina stood up and crossed her arms as she listened to their objective. When he was done, he picked up his pack and left the inn. She patted her pocket to make sure she still had the spare septims and followed close behind him.

"Dunmer," She called, "What manner of enemy should we expect when we arrive?"

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Katrina took a sip from her glass of water, watching the event unfold. The blade was very talented with the sword. Much more than she was, that was for sure. She made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

She drained her glass and stood up. She returned the glass to the counter and asked for a sweetroll, some mutton, and tea. She returned to her seat and quickly started eating. She hadn't realized how hungry she really was. The food in the prison was terrible, if they were lucky enough to be fed that day. She winced, suddenly. She sighed and realized that she had neglected her wound. She returned the sweetroll to the plate and pulled back the short sleeve of her tunic. She carefully undid the bandages around the wound and examined it. The wound was covered in dust and was struggling to scab over. If she didn't heal it soon, it might get worse. She tossed the makeshift bandage aside and hovered her hand over the wound. A blue glow emitted from her hand as she used her healing magic.

Finally, the wound was sealed. The blue died out and she stared at the smooth patch of skin, pleased. She finished her food and sipped her warm tea. She glanced at the Blade across the room. She wanted to talk to him, but she felt a little worried to try that right now. She decided to let that wait. After all, he'd probably tell them all his plans in the morning anyway.

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Katrina continued walking down the street until she saw the Merchants Inn. She placed the hood on her head and opened the door. She stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind herself, looking around. She spotted the Blade sitting at one the tables. She ignored him for now and walked up to the bar. "Water." She said, before the bartender could ask. The bartender grumpily placed a glass of water on the counter. She dropped a couple of coins on the counter and hurriedly walked away with her glass of water.

She walked across the room, headed for a table. She nodded at the Blade as she walked past. Sitting down at a table, she looked around the inn. She spotted and recognized the orc and the witch hunter from the group. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. She was anxious to see what plans the Blade had in store for them. She had never fought or even seen a daedra before, but she knew they were out there. The Blade's story seemed very unlikely, but she had a feeling that she had no choice but to trust him. Whatever his plans were, they surely had to be better than the arena.