Hasir realized he had to get back to his parents because his task was complete. He went over to the nords who were cleaning up and
told them he had to do something. He went over to the door which banged open. An Argonian was standing there, looking like he
had taken a hot poker to the eyes.
Itansehk put his emotions into words
"Where in Oblivion were you? I was worried sick!" Hasir saw that his face was red from anger
Hasir lied to cover himself up
"I was, erm... at Moesring glacier hunting snow bears."
The Argonian looked confused and irritated
"For three days? You were not there that long."
All the argonian tilted his head as if he was slowly digesting his emotions. Then, he slightly nodded. Itansehk's anger at Hasir
abated. With that done, he focused on a destination in his mind, spun on the spot and they both vanished. Seconds later, they
reappeared in the swampy village of Gnaar Mok. Kassamae smiled as she saw the pair of Argonians on the horizon. The female
Argonian glanced out the window and felt her tail rise behind her. She opened the door dispite her hand shaking from excitement.
She rushed past Hasir, who turned his head confused, and embraced Itansehk.
She held his face in his hands reverentially,
"I thought I had lost you, where in Oblivion did you go?" She asked, hands on her hips
He looked at her, shook his head and kissed her, his tail swinging from side to side like a pendulum,
"I, er, went to Solstheim to find Hasir and ask him what he found out from Hircine."
Kassamae looked at him skeptically,
"Well, did you find out anything interesting?" He asked
Itansehk's tail dropped and said, sorrowfully that he did not but on the way back to Gnaar Mok, Hasir did tell him that a scratch from
Soltsthiemian werewolf did awaken his dormant beast blood. Kassamae looked at her husband disbelievingly and he asked Hasir to
come over and show her the proof. He showed her the scars he had sustained during the werewolf attack.
She gasped as her eyes moved over the pink day old scars that stood out in stark contrast against his moss green skin. She shrieked
in delight as she had finished scrutinizing him. She eyed him as she made to strike him. Hasir cringed as he braced for the blow
that he was sure would soon folow. It did not come, causing the Argonian to look up cautiously,
"That's wonderful." She said as she hugged him
Hasir glared warily at her, looked down at the grey stony dirt with a defeated look on his face; his tail shared how he felt,
"How in oblivion it that good? I am a monster, this is the worst day of my life." He said, walking slowly away and sitting at the edge
of the dock, eyes downcast.
Kassamae looked confusedly at her husband before she walked to the dock. Sitting beside Hasir, her arm wrapped around her son,
"Listen, being a werewolf is not as bad as you make it out to be. Ermmm, yes, werewolves are seen as enemies by certain people of
Tamriel; by Oblivion, even some of those gifted with it view it as a curse; those that do don't transform. By that end, however, their
'ill gotten wolf' will destroy them from within; causing them to be unexxplainably angry and suffer unexplained injuries from the wolf
trying to claw out of their minds. But, I digress, the blessing of the wolf, as you will soon see, will assist you in ways you have yet to
experience."
Hasir got up, thanked her and walked over to the cabin. He pulled Itansehk aside and told him he needed to end the threat to
VVardenfell; as he did so, the sky turned from a baby blue filled with stretched cotton clouds to a more sinister red with coal colored
clouds. Fear distorted Hasir's features as he started to run for the docks when, on the horizon, he saw a dark green Argonian
swimming fast toward the town. Hasir gasped and pulled the gasping Argonian from the water.
He walked his brother, Tulen, over to the grassy area in front of the shack and sat him down gently. Tulen looked white as a sheet as
he stared, wide eyed, at Hasir; telling him how he killed someone and also how he was banished from his aunt's pack,
"Hasir-I... I... did something terrible and I can't go back." He buried his head in his egg-brrother's scaled armor and began to sob, "I
can't go back."
Hasir pulled him away from his armor fearing his tear would cause it to rust,
"Tulen, slow down, what happened?" He asked with a shocked expression on his face
Tulen told him about how he killed Drujeeeta's son and how she banished him from her pack after giving him a deep series of three
gashes on his left cheek. He leaned closer to Hasir and showed him the pink scars running the full length of his cheek; Hasir had to
fight the urge to retch. Hasir said he had a job to do. Tulen asked what the job was,
"I have to kill Dagoth Ur, care to join me?" He asked, looking at him with a wry smile.
Tulen nodded and they left the town inperceptibly. Hasir once again focused his mind on a location to aid his teleportation spell.
Seconds later, Ghostgate came into view several feet below them. Hasir floated down, whereas Tulen could not stop his downward
momentum as he slammed face first into an ash dune. He stood up, his outfit was covered in ash and his mouth full of it. He spat
the ash out of his mouth and dusted off his outfit. He joined the Argonian seconds later.
Hasir sat on a neary rock formulating a plan while Tule gazed, open mouthed at him him,
"Er, Hasir, forgive me for prying, but, where did you get that nice armor?" He asked, indicating the yellow and red dragonscale armor.
Hasir told him he got it from Quinchal, his Akavirian master while learning the way of the dragonknight. Tulen turned a cold shoulder
to his brother and crossed his arms; his tail did nothing to lift Hasir's spirits,
"Oh, I thought you went there to become a shadowscale, you know, like your uncle wanted? How will going against his wishes
appease his spirit?" The enraged Argonian said as he spun around to face Hasir, who shivered despite the heat radiating from Tulen's
eyes.
Hasir eyed him warily as he did not know what his egg brother was implying,
"What do you mean by honor his wishes?"
Tulen strode closer to his egg-brother and hissed angrily at him, forcing Hasir to press himself up against a dust colored rock,
"Xuth! Did your egg just spend too much time in the shade? Juleen is dead." Upon hearing this sad news, Hasir's face fell along
with his tail.
Hasir looked up and asked Tulen about if there was something else on his mind. Tulen nodded slowly and said there was,
"Hasir, you might want to sit down for this one." Hasir punched him in the shoulder and told him to stop kidding around, Tulen gave
him a look like joking was the last thing on his mind.
Hasir sat on a hard clump of ash and listened intently,
"I transformed into a wolf last night, Hasir looked amused at this, "shut up, it was my first time, okay?" He frowned at Hasir and
covered his face with his hands, "I wish I knew about the rage. I did not know how to control the rage within me, my wolf went
crazy; it went even so far as to kill our cousin, Neesh." He lifted his head, knelt down on the rock and screamed at the barren
landscape, "Neesh, can you forgive me? I was not in my right mind."
Hasir patted his distrought brother on the back, all the while reassuring him,
"Tulen I assure you, It is not as bad as you think."
Tulen looked sideways at Hasir, looking like he wanted to punch him,
"Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD!? my wolf bit Neesh's head off for Hircine's sake!"
Hasir's recoiled a bit and grimaced,
"That is bad." Well no use living in Shunatei, we must strive to live in there here and now." He said smiling at his egg-brother
He helped Tulen up and said they had an island to save. Tulen wiped away his tears with a claw and gestured Hasir to lead the
way. They looked up and saw a bluish forcefield spanning the gap between two identical mud crab shelled buildings. Hasir told Tulen
to investigate the western building to see if they could find a switch to lower the forcefield. Hasir said he would take the eastern
building. With that settled, they each set to their tasks.
Hasir snuck to the brown door that had golden bars ingrained in the wood and opened it as quietly as possible in case there were
bandits nearby. There was a bandit sitting on a table in the middle of the tan room. Hasir hid behind one of the wall joints. He took
his dragonscale bow out of his bag, notched an arrow onto the bow. He exhaled slowly, aimed the bow and fired. The arrow arched
through the air and struck its target right between the shoulder blades. The arrow had ripped through his spine and severed the
brain's connection with the body, killing the bandit.
With that done, Hasir looked around the room for any sign of a switch. He half expected a bright red sign with white letters saying
'Push here to lower', but he know that would be too easy; he spotted a round, red button on a square brown plaque. He snuck over
to it and pressed it; he went back outside. As he exited the building, he saw the forcefield began to flicker. Seconds later, the
forcefield disappered. Tulen did splendidly thought Hasir. Just then, his egg-brother exited the building on the right of the now
dispelled forcefield. Hasir and his egg-brother ran into the red mountain region. At that moment two dagoths approached them.
Hasir noticed one dagoth wielding Keening and the other wielding Sunder.
Hasir turned to his companions
"I will find Dagoth Ur," He gestured to Tulen, "You take care of the other two."
As Hasir said this, Tulen moved towards Dagoth Ordos while Dagoth Vemyn closed in on him as well. Hasir watched as Tulen easily
defeated Dagoth Vemyn, cutting his head off for good measure. Hasir turned his head to see Tulen do the same thing with Dagoth
Ordos. Hasir could not help but stare. good job Tulen. Minutes later Tulen dispatched with Dagoth Ordos who lay dead on the ground,
blood pooling around him as his blood mingled with the grey ash that cover the terrain.
Tulen went over to Hasir and gave him the two artifacts that they had gathered from the bodies. Red mountain erupted to life as lava
began flowing fast towards them. The two Argonians moved out of the way of the lava flow. A figure came out of the ash cloud that
formed when the lava exploded out of the cone volcano. Lava stood in the way of Hasir and victory. Hasir ran as fast as he could and
leapt over the lava to meet Dagoth Ur on the other side. The tip of his tail touched the lava and he let out a angry hiss.
Dagoth Ur spoke, his voice mingled with the ashen air that enveloped the mountain,
"You fool, you would kill a god? You will try and you will fail."
To answer, Hasir spat back
"I know I can and I will kill a god. Bring it on your godliness, I will wipe the floor with your ass." He pointed from Dagoth Ur to the
river of lava behind him."then I will throw your body in there and let it smolder to dust." He snarled at Dagoth Ur, "Enough talk
Vomyn, let's do this shit."
Hasir started off by taking a defensive stance, positioning himself between Vomyn and the lava. He unsheathed his dragonsteel
sword and swung it towards his adversary. The adversary blocked it. Hasir thrusted forwards with the sword, Dagoth Vomyn
blocked this attack as well. Hasir quickly circled around to Dagoth Vomyn's back and thrusted with his sword again; this time, the
sword pierced flesh. Dagoth Ur screamed and held something up to help him his wounds. Hasir, finished with his attack, noticed the
object and recognized it as the heart of Akulakhan. Hasir leapt through the air, screaming as he did so, the sword cut a horizontal
arc through the air slicing Ur's hand off. But Dagoth Vomyn did not die, Hasir gasped in horror as the body stood up and another
head, identical to the one the shocked Argonian cut off, grew out of his neck.
Hasir ran towards the heart while sheathing his akaviri sword and pulling out Sunder and Keening from his leather bag. Hasir began
whacking away at the heart, alternating between hammer and sword until the heart cracked, lighting up the area with a white light
and exploded. Hasir delivered the final blow with keening shattering the heart altogether. Dagoth Vomyn staggered backwards;
feeling the connection weaken. With a final, blood curdling scream, he fell backwards, into the lava.
He sneered coldy as he looked down on the fast meting body of Dagoth Ur,
"So long bitch, may Vvardenfell never again feel your wrath."
Dagoth Ur's body was engulfed in flames. He continued burning until only a skeleton was left. Hasir sat on a nearby rock and
watched the whole phenomenon unfold as he looked on malicously. Only when Dagoth Ur was burnt to ashes did he look away. A
blue light shone down from the ashen sky. A woman known as Azura stepped out of the light and congratulated Hasir on his victory.
When she vanished, Hasir pocketed the mask and left the mountain with Tulen.
As Hasir got to the foot of the mountain, his vision became blurry and the normal light was replaced by yellowish-amber light and he
found himself in a throneroom bathed in yellowish orange light. He saw a throne that was adorned with many pelts and skins of
various werecreatures and the pelts were held together by bone. The edges of the throne were decorated in the same manner. On
top of the throne sat a being that had the torso of a man, legs of a goat and head that was made out of a deer skull.
The fiigure spoke,
"Greetings Hasir, I have been following your progress, very impressive."
"Who are you?" Hasir inquired
The figure spoke in an authoritative voice,
"I am Hircine, the god of the hunt, father of manbeasts, ruler of the hunting grounds. I have called you here because I have a test to
see if you are worthy of being my champion. I need you to obtain a relic of great power. This relic is called the totem of claw and
fang. Retrieve it and I shall grant you various boons to aid you in your quest," He stopped suddenly and sniffed the air around
him, "I smell the wolf on you, congratulations."
Hasir scoffed at this. He could not see how anyone who sent him to die could be trusted,
"Congratulations? I nearly died you moron." He said, taking care to spit on the fine red and yellow rug that ran from Hiircine's
throne.
Hircine frowned at Hasir's impertinence,
"You think I sent you to die?" He asked, studying Hasir as if he were aa suculent piece of meat, "No, I merely passed on my greatest
gift to you. Your parents and brother seem to enjoy it and in time, I expect you will also, should you choose to embrace the gift, that
is." He dismissed the Argonian, "Use it, don't use it, it is your choice, but I don't not want to hear you speak to me in such tones
again, now go and may the bloodmoon shine upon all your hunts."
Hasir found himself, once again, on Red mountain. He walked with Tulen down to Ghostgate Harbor where the Crimson Fang was
moored. They both boarded the ship and then they were off for an isle called Solstheim.
