The Crimson Fang cut through the water at impressive speed, reaching the island of Solstheim in a day and a half. They docked at
an Imperial fort on the island. Hasir got off followed by Tulen. Quinchal dropped something in front of Hasir.
Hasir looked at it questioningly. He turned and yelled at his brother,
"What's this for?" He looked half stunned as he looked at the rope.
Tulen called back at him.
"It's for the ship to be tied to the mast. get your head of your ass, lizard, come on."
Hasir knew what it was, he was just messing with the Argonian. He saw a tall brown post sticking up out of the dock and secured the
rope. He tied it in a double knot so that Crimson Fang wouldn't drift away on them. Tulen vaulted over the ship's edge to join
Hasir on the dock. The three walked up the dock to the fort. Passing under the massive archway, the fort came into full
view. Hasir marveled at the impressive stonework that must have taken the architects months to perfect as each stone was
meticulously placed.
Hasir and Tulen turned away from the impressive stonework to see an imperial walking towards him, he was wearing steel armor
with two rearing horses etched into the armor. On his head was a helmet that had a plume on the back and it was open in the front.
Flax came up to them, all little confused as to what they were doing in Solstheim.
"Welcome, may I ask what you are doing here?"
Hasir's brother was about to open their mouths, but Hasir answered for Tulen,
"We are here to investigate a werewolf attack. Did you hear anything?' He asked captain carius
To that, Carius answered that he hasn't, but he has heard a lot of howling going on north of Fort Frostmoth and suggested for them
to start their search around there. With that done, Hasir and his brother waved farewll to captain Carius and head towards where
where Falx said he heard the howling.
While they were walking to their destination, Hasir's vision became blurry, causing him to stumble and fall on his side in the soft,
powdery snow. When his vision came back, he was once again bathed in the golden light of Hircine's throne room.
The wolf lord greeted him,
"Welcome once again, my hound, to the glorious hunting grounds. I have a task for you to the north lays a village of the Skaal. They
are under attack from creatures not unlike yourself. I am of course talking about werewolves. My question is simple, will you join the
hunt or slaughter the beasts? Call it a test of sorts."
Before the throne room faded, he added, "I grant you this boon. with it, your claws will be as sharp as my spear." He indicated an
old, rusty-looking spear in the corner by his throne. "Now go and if you perform well, I may have more rewards that will help you in
your journey, Farewell, my hound." and just like that, the throne room vansished.
Hasir found himself in the courtyard of Fort Frostmoth. It was the dawn of the first day of Rain's Hand, Hasir's naming day. He went
into the greystone fort and was expecting to find his family, but, instead, he found Carius, Quinchal and Tulen sitting at a long
table enjoying a meal of cooked horker steak with a side of seared slaughterfish and white wolf pudding. They asked Hasir to join
them, he did so.
After they had all eaten, everyone got up from the table and retired to their quarters. Hasir felt betrayed that they did not celebrate
his fourth naming day anniversary. Hasir got up after several minutes to himself and retired to his chamber. The next morning
supplies were packed and Carius waved farewell as the two argonians exited the fort. The duo walked northward from Fort Frostmoth
to Skaal village.
As they walked, the tduo passed snow covered trees and snow capped mountains. They only stopped to fight the occasional wolf
that crossed their path. The two of them always had their weapons at the ready in case they had to fight anymore creatures on
their journey.
Without much trouble, they reached Skaal village. Hasir was the first to gasp in horror as he beheld the destruction. The entire
village was in ruins. The great hall was smashed to bits. He looked around the village and the rest of the buildings looked like they
suffered the same fate.
Tulen turned to look at Hasir and s could see shock, rage and wonder reflected in his eyes. Hasir's heart sunk.
"Who could have done this? I hope Risi, Engar, Tharsten and Brogrod are uninjured." He worried for their safety. He trudged through
the snow over to where the shaman's hut once stood. He approached the wreckage. What he saw made him scream in anger. The
entire hut was ransacked, almost as if a deranged lunatic laid waste to the hut. The roof had fallen in, the shelves laid broken upon
the wooden floor. The ingredients and potions that once adorned the walls of the hut were scattered to the four winds.
Hasir's eyes filled with tears as he beheld a scene of pure horror. In the middle of the ruins lay four nord bodies that had their chests
ripped open with blood pooling around their bodies. Hasir bent down to see that their hearts had been forcefully ripped from their
chests. He was shocked to see that all their other organs were intact. Who would do such a terrible deed? Hasir thought. Tulen
entered the hut and shared Hasir's shock.
The Argoniansi left the macabre scene and exited the hut. However, as they proceeded to leave, They bumped into something big
and covered in fur. It snarled at them. Saliva dripped from its maw onto the floor. Hasir and Tulen both turned in unison to see a
gigantic wolf creature with grey fur standing in front of them. The wolf was flanked on both sides by three other wolves. The
werewolves prepared to attack, while the two Argonians unsheathed their weapons.
The wolves' claws came down on their prey like boulders on a steep hill. Hasir blocked the werewolf's claw attack with his sword.
He then brought the katana up into the chest of the werewolf, it howled in pain and then collapsed. Hasir pulled the dragonsteel
sword out of the wolf's chest, wiping it clean on a cloth he took from his leather bag. Over the next few hours, the three werewolves
fought the heroes. They all came to the same end, however, as Hasir plunged his dragonsteel sword into the mouth of the werewolf
and Tulen used his sword on the other two.
The hut faded out of view and Hasir found himself in the throne room once again.
"Well done hunter. You have choosen to defeat my creations, an interesting choice. Your next task is to retrieve the totem of claw
and fang, an artifact from one of my aspects, Hrokkibeg, from Bloodskaal Barrow just north of Ravenrock. Once again, you have a
choice. Kill the hunters and claim the artifact for your own or join the skaal in wiping out the wolves seeking the artifact."
Hasir interrupted,
"Lord, you said something about special rewards?"
Hircine nodded his bony head at this,
"Yes I did, I grant you with the boon to call a companion to your side whenever you like. Now go and remember this: more rewards
are in order if you continue to perform well."
Hasir found himself standing waist deep in the snow that had fallen the night before on skaal village. He and his brother went
south of the village to Bloodskaal barrow.
