» Fri May 04, 2012 3:19 am Other list of works cocerning Rashir and Aserun-
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1239466-rashir-nashida/page__pid__18785089#entry18785089 -can also be found in my signature
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1233208-the-vipers-neck/ -how the two got lost in Skyrim and got lost in this fued
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1283162-running-with-a-wild-steed/page__fromsearch__1 -Rashir's journal that needs some updating at current, come read the first entry though
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1278773-the-imperials-dunmer-dog/page__fromsearch__1 -Aserun's journal that also needs some updating at current, but your welcome to read the first entry
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There was a nip in the air as Dawnstar was blanketed by snow. Aserun walked through the snow, every footstep he made could be heard. He was sure they could even be heard across the mounains all the way down to the cities on the other side of the mountain. He was not a fan of the cold, he actually despised the cold the most. He smiled though as he realized that he was being hypocritical here he had stayed in Skyrim and he would continue to stay. At home his wife and children would be waiting for him. Something he no longer cared about. It seeemed as he got older his heart grew colder, like the very same cold he despises, and more bitter. His wants and desires seemed to harbor an infection that left him with the burning desire of revenge. Here was in Dawnstar, searching for the last remnants of his family.
He walked up to a guard that walked these snowy paths of Dawnstar. At first the guard seemed to ignore him and then when he realized the importance of Aserun he seemed much more alert.
"What do you need sir?" he asked.
"I heard rumors of a door," Aserun said, "A door that is said to have people coming in and out."
"Aye sir," the guard paused, "It's East of here."
The guard took a look at Aserun's map and marked the spot. He continued explaining what path to take. Aserun only needed to raise a hand to make the man fall into silence. Aserun snapped his fingers and a dog bounded towards him. It was his old partner and war dog Nazir, a good companion and follower. One who sense danger and fought bravely at his side. He did not need the company of other men. He made his way down the path and finally found his destination. The door itself had skull design and appeared made heavily of magical darkness. Aserun casually took a seat on a rock and waited staring at the door. He opened his pack while waiting and took out a bottle of his favorite drink. He no longer truly cared what state he should be found in. He felt he was more aler this way. But he smiled again realizing what kind of state of denial he was in.
As he waited for what felt like a millenium, he saw the brush of a black cape and Aserun stood up. He didn't recognize the man, for he wore a mask with a face on it. But the man had noticed him. The man turned around and unsheathed his two daggers. Neither blade was The Viper's Neck the very object he desire, let alone the fact that the Viper's Neck was a sword and not a dagger. Aserun stared at the daggers and unsheathed his mace and unhinged his shield from his back.
"Kill me a general of the Imperial army and you'll regret it," Aserun said.
"Awe, I see so you've become a slave to the Imperial's," snapped a voice.
The voice was familiar, a little different, but familiar. It had a certain Nordic way of speech, mixed in with a classic Dunmer from Morrowind. Aserun approached the man closer his dog Nazir growled fiercely at the man.
"Unmask yourself," Aserun said.
"It's a shame you cannot recognize me even now," the voice said with laughter in his voice.
The cloaked man slowly took of his helm to reveal a dark elf. Aserun could recognize him from anywhere. It was his younger brother Rashir. His left eye blind from their first scuffle. Scars across his face from the harsh life he must be living. But his eyes remained sharped and cunning. Even though there was clear signs of age on both brothers, Rashir seemed to have age less. His mind was still in tact, his body strong and ready to strike at any moment. He stared at Aserun with a sharp look. Something in his eyes read a plan, he was planning something.
"Hello dear brother," Rashir mocked.
"You know why I am here," Aserun said.
"Ah yes, The Viper's Neck which you have surely blinded me for," Rashir said with a twisted smile, "I don't have it dear brother."
"Do not lie to me Rashir," Aserun growled.
"Look at you," Rashir said, "A family man. A general of the Imperial pigs. And a drunk like the rest of the Nords. I'd say you lost your touch."
"Don't make me kill you," Aserun said.
"How would you do that?" Rashir asked.
"Where is the sword?" Aserun said.
"As if I would tell you," Rashir spat, "Don't come here ever again foolish brother for I will not be as kind to bless you with my presence. Instead I'll come up from behind you and slice your neck. At least then you would shut up about childish foolishness."
Aserun felt his body pumping field with blood, he found himself charging forward with mace hand strengthened enough to give a powerful swing. As he swung his mace Rashir rolled to the side and out of the way of the swing. Putting back on his mask, Rashir only laughed at his brother before disappearing in a gust of snowy wind. Aserun growled. He would get Rashir back. He would. And he would make the rat come out of his hole.
