Hasir and his brother reached bloodskaal barrow around late afternoon. A rocky tomb came into view that had an archway cut
deep into the rock. Outside the tomb were twenty red eyed draugr. The duo readied their weapons and slliced and diced through the
dead nord bodies.
Once all the draugr were dead, the argonian and Tulen entered the tombs of Skaalara. Three more black draugr ran at Hasir and his
brother but the nords that were in the tomb snuck up behind them and decapitated then with a mighty slash of their axes.
Hasir and his companions ducked to avoid the shower of red that flowed from the gaping wounds on the draugrs’ necks. One of the
skaal approached Hasir. “Prepare to die werewofl.” This caught the lizard by surprise, “I am sorry sir, but you must have me
mistaken for someone else.” The nord shook his head “Nope, I can smell the abomination on you lizard, prepare to die.” He forced
the argonian to unsheath his weapon and cut through the nord’s neck with a slash of his sword. Hasir deftly cut the nord's head
clean off.
Hasir split off from the group to find the totem. He searched various corners of the tomb as he journeyed further into the tomb.
When he was about to give up, he saw the totem tucked in an alcove next to various books and a human skull.
Hasir grabbed the totem and pocketed it. When he did, the tomb disappeared and he stood, once again, in the wolflord’s throne
room. He approached the ghost stag that was standing in front of the throne. “Well done my loyal hound, I grant you this boon
which allows you to summon a spectral wolf to your side whenever the need arises.”
“The skaal have an annual ceremony of purity where they have to kill a physical representation of their weaknesses, which in this
case is a bear. Your task is to kill the bear. Now, be gone with you.”
Hasir blinked and found himself back inside the tomb. He and his brother exited the tomb and walked southwest of the village where
three skaal were fighting a bear, Hasir and Tulen readied for the attack. They rushed the bear and gave chase as the bear ran into
Hirstaang forest, hoping to camouflage itself in the plentiful snowfall.
Hasir and Tulen ran into the forest and ignored the eerie music floating in from the northwest corner of the forest. Hasir looked up
from his scanning of the forest and he was struck with fear,
"Tulen what are you doing? Get your asses back here, something about that music sets my scales on edge." His request fell on deaf
ears as he watched the tsaesci and his brother disappear from view behind some trees. He prayed to Hircine that they did not
approach the draugr but they, being stupid, approached them anyway.
He groaned and ran after them waving his hands; warned them to not get near them. He was about a few feet away from them
when Tulen ran forth into the arrea where the draugr were dancing. Hasir face palmed when Tulen frowned as he tried to break the
enchantment,
"Hey, I... can't stop dancing... help!" He half asked, half yelled.
Hasir chuckled as he strode toward him to try to break the spell. Hid arm shot out and forcibly grabbed the tsaesci to hold him back.
Hasir shook his head,
"I guess I will have to save him." He said glancing at the struggling Argonian
Hasir sighed while running his hand down his face. He realized that the draugr were nords, beastfolk and bretons once but
that stump has an evil enchantment on it that causes anyone who gets caught in the purple aura surrounding it to start dancing
ceaselessly.
"If I ever get a 'brilliant idea' to dance like these morons about the stump, Hircine strike me down where I stand." He gestured
toward the draugr dancing non-stop in a circle around the stump with Tulen completing the circle."
He shivered as he tried to invision the Argonian shriveling to a red-eyed black skinned draugr; he freaked out and redoubled his
efforts of freeing Tulen. he slapped him hard in the face. A fiery chain burst forth from Hasir's hands as he flung it toward his
ensnared brother. The chain wrapped around his waist like a snake and gave him a sharp tug. Tulen flew backwards and fell at
Hasir's feet. Tulen snapped out of his enchanted state and looked up apologetically at his brother.
Hasir scolded him rather harshly but then brightened and said that they had a bear to capture. Hasir told Tulen to go left and he
went right and that he will go up the middle; with any luck, they while trap the bear in no time. With the two serpentine folk with
their assignment, Hasir smiled to himself. He unsheathed his dragonsteel sword, sniffed the air and ran in the direction of the scent.
He saw an endless sea of trees with golden light lighting up the snow like a many faceted diamond. Hasir squinted to try to
catch sight of the bear but all he found was a vast expanse of untraveled snow. He saw a naked nord sitting in the middle of the
forest five yards away from where Hasir stood. He was sitting by a fire he had made the night before. The firelight cast shadows on
the trees around him. Hasir thought that they were going on a wild goose chase and that this was some kind of ruse set up either
by the nords or the wolflord himself.
The Argonian spun around and saw glints of golden yellow and forest green a few feet behind him on either side. He cupped his
hands over his moouth and called to them,
"Tulen, we have been taken for fools, there is nothing here, turn back." As he said this though, the late afternoon sun gave way to
the night and the man began to change. A giant bear rose up on its hind legs and let out a mighty roar.
Hasir turned around raised his sword and looked at it, his evil grin was reflected in the blade and goaded the bear to attack. The
bear ran at him ready to strike; The Argonian stood his ground. He encircled the bear as though he were goading a dog with a stick
The Argonian found an opening and stabbed outwwards with his sword. A massive paw came down and snapped the sword in two as
if it were a twig. Grinning slyly, the Argonian called the flame whip to his hand and lashed out at the bear. The whip bounced off of
the bear's thick hide.
The bear rushed toward him again. Hasir took out his pheonix fire bow and pulled the string taught and began to fire, but the bear
saw this and again, broke the weapon with a massive clawe. Not to be disheartened Hasir wielded the broken bits of bow like
daggers as he struck the bear with such fury that the bear was quickly overwhelmed despite it attempting to block every blow. With
its pelt matted with blood, the bear gave one final pitiful whine and fell forward into the snow. Hasir stood on the corpse, raising his
bow bits, celebrating his victory.
Unseen by the adrenaline-ridden Argonian, the beast turned back into a man. Hasir looked down, gasped and retreated off of the
corpse, frightened by what he had just done. A tall man wearing a deer skull, called Alrabeg, appeared out of the trees to his
right,
"Well done, hunter, not only have you bested a bear, but you managed to fell another of my creations, that is no easy feat," He said
as he looked at the horrorstruck Argonian wih great reverance, "With that being said, I grant you this bow," He held the bow out for
Hasir to examine; it was of glass make and had wood mixed with glass particles that made up the shaft. The string was made of
white stag hair. Hasir's eyes lit up as he hefted the bow in his hands. "This bow is called the bow of the stag prince, may it serve you
well in your next hunt."
Hasir eyed the bow with awe as he ran his hand over the polished wooden surface,
"So, er, is there any special enchantment on this?" Tulen smacked him for being so pigheaded.
This rudeness wasn't lost on Alrabeg who shook his head,
"Watch yourself, my hound, lest I replace you with a hound who actually listens to me!"
Hasir felt tears well up in his eyes and had to fight them back so he would not appear weak in front of the prince of the hunt. The
hunter aspect of Hircine sighed and told Hasir that the bow does not have an enchantment on it so he could feel free to put whatever
enchantments he wants on it. He also said that the bow draws a half percentage faster than any other bow.
The hunter spoke once again. "Well done, hound, now onto the next task, there is a castle to the north of Solstheim, inside that
castle is a powerful ice giant named Karstaag who has summoned Grahls, powerful ice trolls who have been tasked with destroying
my children. We must stop them before they can destroy my creations." Alrabeg's bore intensely in the lizard's as if his he was
reading his soul. "You have your orders, now go, werewolves everywhere are praying for your safe return." With that, Hasir left the
village and headed in the direction of the castle.
