Author's Note: As you know Rashir [Rah-sheer] Nashida and Aserun [A-rune] Nashida [Nah-shee-dah] are brothers. I have written about them twice in my history backstories on gamesas forums. One is located in my signature and the other is located in a hyperlink. Now I'm going to be putting up a weekly diary entry of both brothers. For people's enjoyment really. This is Rashir's diary. A little update. Rashir and Aserun were called to Skyrim by their father; they come to Skyrim which leads them to the discovery of a family heirloom as told by their father. Both brothers go to discover the heirloom and fight over it. Aserun blind's his brother in his left eye and Aserun is severely poisoned by the blade. The Viper's Neck is a rare and special enchanted bladed, enchanted with a magical poison. Aserun doesn't know how he managed to survive, but he knew that he if he survived than Rashir must have survived as well. Aserun ends up searching for Rashir the first few months in Skyrim. He ends up catching wind that a dark elf is fleeing Skyrim's borders. [Rashir at this time kills an important noble for the Black Brotherhood- I understand I took some creative liberties]. Trying to catch his brother at the border, he is instead captured with Ulfric Stormcloak and what not. [The beginning of the Skyrim game]. Aserun from there understands his purpose. He joins the Imperial Army because at least there he can monitor the Black Brotherhood's movements and he can use his own power against Rashir. Desired by his lust of his family heirloom and revenge, Aserun will not stop pursuing his younger brother. Aserun has now lived in Skyrim for years [again taking creative liberty], Imperial Guard, protector of the empire, leading a crusade against the Black Brotherhood. He has also become a harsh drunk and a married man his life seems to be settled in a deep bitterness. He also has a child, a daughter. I also like to state Aserun is the older brother. And now I'll begin.

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1233208-the-vipers-neck/- Hyperlink

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1239466-rashir-nashida/page__pid__18785089#entry18785089-Hyperlink

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1278773-the-imperials-dunmer-dog/- The Diary of Aserun- Hyperlink

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His mane was thick; his coat was silky and black with flecks of brown. His name was Shadowmere and he had red eyes like mine. I suppose I believed he could understand me. Foolish as that may sound, I have always felt connected to the land. The bitterfrost of blizzard winds and the snow beneath every footstep I took. Cold air filled my lungs and it reminded me quite deeply of home in Solstheim. I was born in the cold. I was born in the same kind of terrain. All though this was Skyrim, this was the homeland of the Nords. The Nords were the type of people who banished those who were not the same as them. I found myself traveling one time to Windhelm. Where the Nords accused my own of the same skin to be spies against them. It reminds me to much of the Dunmer whenever they witnessed any Argonian. To them the Argonians were the ones who stole their homeland. The Argonians had rotten their soil and had destroyed their traditions and culture. All though to me I see it as almost ridiculous.

All though a group of a few did something you do not banish the whole entire race. Though I don't think anyone truly understands this. And of course I'm no diplomat. To some I'm a murder. To many I am as cold as wind and as black as night. Who rides a horse of nightmares. All though I never saw myself as a nightmare. I try my best to help those that I can. Many of those I kill are the wicked. Many of those that are killed are killed for their sins. That sounds silly and almost ridiculous, as if I am trying to justify something here. All I know is that I still feel and I still have a beating heart.

It's usually me in this wondorous, mystical snowy land and Shadowmere. My companion. He fights as hard as I fight. We slay together and we commune with one another. My life hasn't changed, since the day I found out about the Dragonborn. Odd how it is a Nordic tradition, a Nordic legend and here I already made a Dunmer whom can read the language of the Dragons. To me, the Dragons seem almost sad. They have been resurected from a long since death, to find the world they once conquered now frozen and still. I once learned a little chaos in order helps for some change.

With my Blade of Woe in my hands. And my still beating heart that longs for something in the far distance, I will wander these cold and icy plains. Aserun still searches for me. But it only justifies more and more to me why he doesn't deserve the neck that I hold hidden. He's the type of jealous man with power whom could destroy cities with merely one word. He's the type who would use his power to destroy the world to find what he sought. I feel as if my duty is to protect this family heirloom from a man whom only wants power. Power to conquer. Power to rule. Isn't that something silly? When I am a murder. To most I have no good intentions. But maybe they lie dormant. Or maybe I just don't reveal all of what I am thinking.