Regardless of whether or not it was a trap set up by Vajhira, both of the wolves went in. Once inside, they found themselves in the
antechamber.. When Acallia entered the cave, She noticed that the entry looked like half cave and half stately manor. She emerged
from the small entryway onto a firm rock platform that had stairs extending downwards from the far right side that were made of the
same stones as the cavern.
She saw her prey beneath her; she growled menacingly. She had more cause than frost to tear him to pieces because of what he and
his organization did to her parents. He was patrolling by a hastily made fire near a huge rock that looked out of place, next to a gray
stone pillar that had its top removed a long time ago. Utilizing her strong legs, she caught the silver hand member by surprise. He
turned around to see what that growling was, but it was too late, he was already on his back.
Accalia growled once more. Claws ripped through flesh as she wanted to do to the man what he had done to her. He took her
parents from her so she would repay in kind by taking his life. She bit down hard on his chest, breaking his ribs with her teeth. He
screamed bloody murder as he felt his ribs break. She blanked the lungs. They weren't of any use to a werrewolf anyway and went
to liberate the heart from the chest cavity. She twisted her head this way and that, trying to dislodge the heart. At long last, the vena
cava began to fall away from the atria and the heart came away in her mouth. She laid down with the heart still in her mouth as she
chewed and ripped the heart to pieces then finally shalllowing them. As she watched the silver hand member died of severe blood
loss, she began to howl.
As she prowled through the cave past more gray stone colums and rubble, She spotted a coffin lid that stood open, she passed
through it into a small corridor with walls of gray stone and a dirt floor. After passing though this, the first thing she saw was a huge
brown cage, two brown support beams attaching the ceiling to the wooden floor and two tables, on the second table was a silver jug
and two silver plates, one of them had a dinner roll on it.
At this table sat two silver hand members having dinner. Their dinner was interrupted by a huge silver wolf leaping at them. They
stood up upon seeing her, drew their swords, preparing for a fight, but it was over before any fighting happened. She slashed
the first silver hand in his stomach and ripped his head off with a jerking motion of her head. When she was done with him; she did
the same with his comrade. Their swords fell, unused, from their limp hands. Blood was trickling down their necks onto their
standard issue imperial armor which foolish silver hands think will protect them from werewolves.
While Accalia focused on the silver hands, Frost sniffed around the caverns for any clue of where the four totems of Hircine were. He
padded through the open coffin lid door, though in the opposite direction of the open one Accalia went through. In this corridor, he
saw rock walls surrounding a dirt path, the chamber was skiiny enough for a wolf to pass by safely. At the end of the corridor he saw
a chamber that had a bed nestled in the north western corner and an arcane enchanter in a concealed corner of the room, he
blanked this because, how can a wolf use an arcane enchanter? Beside the enchanter was a chest of drawers wiith a silver
candlestick on top. What frost was after, though, was a black and bronze chest covered in nordic carvings. The wolf could smell that
this chest had items of value inside, but for the life of him, he could not open it. He tried biting the lock, clawing at the lock and
even bashing his head into the chest, nothing worked.
Frost did not notice the sun coming up, but it did. With it, Hasir could feel the wolf loosen its grip on his mind; Hasir was his reptilian
self again. He wondered what he was doing on the floor, and went to stand up, but noticed some prints on the floor. Did my wolf
decide to run full pelt into the chest? He thought. He wondered what could have caused him to do this.
Hasir stood up, dusted himself off and reached into his leather bag, rummaged in it and pulled out two items: one curved at a right
-angle and the other a long, thin gray stick.
Hasir then positioned the pick and probe into the chests' keyhole. He used the probe to hold the tumblers down while he rotated
the lockpick trying to find that sweet spot. After several minutes of trail and error, a faint 'click' sounded. He lifted the lid to reveal
five hundred gold, a few pieces of armor and a few scrolls. He blanked the armor and the scrolls. His eyes went wide with shock and
he moved the scrolls from the chest. Beneath the pieces of armor were a gold drum, a gold bone wand, a golden wolf skull and the
spear of bitter mercy. Hasir wondered what in Oblivion the silver hand would want with the totems of Hircine? I have got find Rakel
and tell hear the good, but unsettling, news.
He got up and walked to the entrance to the winding hall, only to find it would not budge when he put all of his weight against it.
"What's going on?" He asked confused and a bit scared. Black smoke began to fill the room, robbing it of light.
"What's wrong Frost? you aren't slowing down from age are you?" The disembodied voice said, laughing.
Hasir fell onto his hands and knees as though an invisible vice tighten around his chest and force him to the ground. "W-who are
you?" He said through grunts of pain. "Show yourself!" He yelled.
The lizad's mouth began moving again, "I am inside your head, I am every negation emotion you've ever thought... given form."
Hasir struggled against the weeight of his negative emotions, "Why have you done this? I...have never heard or seen you before."
The wolf sighed. Clealrly unamused by this abrupt exchange of words.
Tut, tut. Now, Hasir is that anyway to speak to your superior?
Hasir shrugged, which was hard for him beacuse of the strain on his mind.
"Very well, I will humor you and materialize."
Black smoke issued out of the argonian's nose and mouth, this action caused Hasir great pain as he rolled on the floor, groaning. The
smoke pooled in the center of the room and up from the pool rose a jet black wolf with yellow eyes.
The wolf padded over to Hasir and paced back and forth in front of him like a man pondering deeply about something.
"There, do you see me now? Good, now we can talk muzzle to muzzle. You have strong emotions that I have never encountered
before, I can feed off of them and never go hungry."
Hasir screamed in pain as the wolf seemed to pull on his mind.
"AARGH! Bloodfang, why are you doing this?" He panted through waves of pain.
The black wolf stared at Hasir for a long while before speaking, he padded around Hasir, one big circle.
"I was once part of the shadow wolves, a faction of rogue wolves dedicated to hatch Molag Bal's master plan." His face became
solemn and full of sorrow, He stopped pacing and sat inches away from the argonian, "but, sadly there is a new master leading
them and all he cares about is 'culliing the weak' as he calls it. Only the purest shadow wolves willl work for his plan. So, he kicks
me and some others out for being too impure." He looked at Hasir, who saw tears welling up in the wolves eyes.
"I choose to be your negative emotions because they are really strong, I have only known the strong side. Like I said, I feed on
negativity; on doubt and misery. Don't ask me why, for even I do not know. There a sometimg in this world we are not supposed to
know. Will you let me travel with you for now? At least until I can find a more permenant solution?" He looked at Hasir sorrowfully,
the lizard nodded. Bloodfang brightened, "Thank you lizard, you won't regret this, and sorry about the painful transformation and
splitting your soul and all that." Hasir smiled warmly as if to say 'it''s okay, I can learn to live with it' Bloodfang turned into a mist
and flowed into Hasir's brain.
A figure lurked in the shadows. Hasir grabbed his katana and spun around.
"Hello, who's there? Show yourself damnit!" He shouted into the darkness.
After a long pause, someone answered him in a deep manly voice.
"Hasir, I was exoecting you. Hasir stared into the high elf's face, "you don't know me, do you? My name is Adrian Aldmeris, I am sure
you know my mother, queen Arryen?" Hasir shook his head. "Well, she is of no concern to me now. I now have a new master and he
has decreed for every last lycanthrope on Tamriel to die beacuse of some 'unholy union'."
After he said this, he pulled out a long silver blade and swung at Hasir. The argonian blocked ir while his own silver weapon. Adrian
turned into mist and sped toward the argonian; knocking him to the floor.
Laughter eminated from the mist, it reformed into a paler version of the high elf.
"Do you think you can possibly defeat a servant of Molag Bal?" He ran at blinding speed towards Hasir. He lowered the blade to the
argonian's neck. "now, time to kill the first werewolf under Bal's decree." He bent close to the Argonian's ear and snarled, "You know,
the unholy union he wanted severed? He wants Hircine's children to die for soiling his bloodline." Even though the silver never
touched him. the argonian thrashed about wildly, after several painful seconds, a black wolf and a white wolf stood where Hasir stood
mere minutes before.
Adrian smirked evily. He never expected of having twice the fun of killing two werewolves.
"Now this is more like it, two for the price of one. Odds I can get behind. He started slashing his weapon wildly at the two wolves.
The weapon was fast, but the wolves easily outran it. He chased them around the room with his sword madly slashing at air.
Maddened by this unfair advantage, he tossed the sword so it thudded into the cavern wall and brought out a silver crossbow. He
loaded the silver bolt onto the crossbow, waited for the wolves to line up with his crossbow sight and pulled the trigger.
The bolt whizzed through the air slicing through both wolves' left hind legs. The wolves yelped and collided with the cavern wall. Too
weak to get up because of the blood oozing from their wound, the wolves lay there waiting for the inevitable as the silver sword
hung over them, like a malicious stalactite, ready to deliver the killing blow. The wolves transformed back into the argonian who lay
holding his leg. He tried to stand up, to fight the intruder, but couldn't; his broken leg stuck out at an odd angle.
Sensing his job was complete, Adrian transformed into a black wolf and exited the cavern altogether. Hasir tried to lift his head to
see what was happening, but the pain was too great. He looked down at his leg, the tibia was broken in three places thanks to the
lousy shooting by the high elf. He tried to stand again, but was met with the same stabbing pain at his first attempt and fell back
against the cavern wall.
He gritted his teeth and held his broken leg.
"Son of a bitch, this hurts!" He exclaimed through waves of pain. He felt extremely light-headed and then passed out from the pain.
Rakel transformed back and she backtracked through the room back to the cavern. She passed the rubble, the columns and the
coffins until she came to a door that was locked tight. She pushed on it with her weight. It did not budge.
She looked around in the hopes of finding something to break down the door with. Her eyes locked onto a barrel full of mining tools
in the corner adjacent to were she was. Rakel went over, picked up a pickaxe and returned to the wall. The demolition took five
minutes but it was worth it. She stepped through the hole she created and spotted Hasir lying unconscious near the right rear wall of
the cavern, his left leg bent at a odd angle. Rakel reached into her leather bag for smelling salts which he waved under Hasir's nose.
The argonian weakly opened his eyes,
"Rakel, W-what are you doing here, where's Adrian?" He croaked weakly.
Rakel signalled for him to be quiet and save his strength. Rakel could see an expression of pain on his face; beads of sweat danced
upon his forehead.
Rakel tore her eyes from his face, traced his body and stopped as she eyed his left leg, which was bent outwards at an odd angle
"Hasir, your leg!" She gasped, trying to prevent herself from being sick. "How did this happen?" Hasir struggled to his feet. Rakel
shook her head; he sank back to the floor. "I was fighting a high elf named Adrian Aldmeris, I transformed into both my wolf forms
when Adrian fired a silver bolt that caught my wolves in the hind left leg and...well, here is the result." He said, gesturing to his leg.
He tried to finish, but he was getting horribly light-headed. She held her hand out like a stop signal in front of him. "That's ok, you
rest while I find something to use as a splint."
S he scanned the immediate area for anything to make a makeshift splint that will keep the three fractured sections of bone
together; at least unitl she can find a professional who knows what they are doing. that will help facilitate Hasir's journey back
to Whiterun.
She had an idea. She pulled a length of rope from her bag, ripped up a plank from the floor and carefully placed the board behind
Hasir's knee. She cut the string into two pieces with her teeth. She tied a bit of string around Hasir's knee, securing the board, but
trying not to cut off Hasir's bloodflow. She repeated the process to the end of the board, tying the string around his ankle. She told
Hasir to stay right there. Hasir laughed and said that he did not have any choice in the matter. She walked over to the chest, opened
it and rummaged though its contents until she found the four totems and put them into her bag.
She returned to Hasir and assisted him to a standing position. Rakel told him to grip her left shoulder with his right hand so as to
keep weight off of his left leg. She then escorted him out of the room, down the stairs and out of the cave. Rakel acted like a seeing
eye dog of sorts, walking beside Hasir as he hobbled along beside her. He hobbled as far as Riverwood and, not being able to handle
the pain any longer, passed out yet again.
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