Leaping in to the portal with Sacre Noir at the ready, I got a really bad
feeling about this situation, wondering if perhaps I got myself into something
to big to handle ; flash thought : Big, Handle, = Balefire > and that
pretty much resolved any doubts that I had in regards to the melee I was
about to participate in.

But Holy Julianos, I was not prepared for the Hell that I found at the
other end of the portal, the sight of black cindered burned god knows what,
millions of skulls embedded in the floor, shady beings that I presumed
to be denigroths, and in the middle of it all, 
a veritable cyclone of magicka, with two figures vaguely identifiable
as Balefire and I'm sure what must be Veer'shule or what was left of their
ethereal bodies, I saw Elfiran effortlessly hacking away at a denigroth,
the fiery Loriella doing the most amazing acrobatics and actually getting
somewhere with the denizen that was trying hard to get to it's master.

My Elven plate felt very cold through my under vest and shivers ran
up my spine, never the less I couldn't let my friends fight by themselves,
so I followed Twilight, got a tight grip on my shield and prayed, I don't
now if it helped, but hey it can't hurt and I threw my self at the first
monster I could find, remembering someone saying;"Don't let those Denigroths
touch you it's instant dead"

Well Julianos may protect me, the only question is " is he gonna do
it here?"
and I attacked the unholy thing in front of me, with Sacre Noir singing
in my hand I beheaded the thing, instantly a great tingling went through
my body and I saw Sacre Noir, my hand, my arm in fact my hole body light
up in a blue aura of such strength, that i was sure that Julianos had heard
my prayer, before I realized that it was magicka flowing from the denigroth
in to me, I have no idea what I looked like but I felt as if I could take
this citadel apart stone by stone all by myself, I let go of a shield spell
that would have made Balefire proud of me, such power, all this while the
denigroths head was amazingly floating down to the floor, Floating?
I then understood that the ring of Notorgo that I was wearing stood out
like a beacon in the blackest of nights and I found my self continuing
to slash this Fuzz ball to little pieces as if I was preparing meat for
a loaf, but that ring was beginning to hurt and then stop to hurt, it was
to much for a poor wood elf to understand,
I didn't care no more and to my mind came the battle cry " No retreat,
no surrender" and like the mythical dervish I let the Magicka loose
and slashed and hacked my way in.......................................................