» Sat Sep 24, 2011 1:05 pm Now in their last pegs of teenagehood, the brothers are given a note from their father to be allowed to come to Skyrim. Truth is their father is not well, he is ill. Aserun being the eldest decides he should go, it's a matter of pride for him to be able to take care of his father. But Rashir wants to go just as Aserun does. The matter is settled through straws of hay, Rashir got the shortest one and was to stay with their mother while Aserun made his way to Skyrim to find his father's smith. Long story short, Rashir doesn't listen and waits a few days. Finds himself in Skyrim, meets up with his dad and to his brother. Aserun is not happy.
We enter the father's true intention was to mention an heirloom, a sword he has made called the Viper's Neck and ask the boys to retrieve. They of course make this is a bit of a competition as they always do. And that's where this scene leads us. When the boys find the chest, but what they also find is a dragon wall too. Not one that holds a spell, but one that captivates with a different kind of spell. Rashir, remember he is my main Skyrim character, is Dovakin/Dragonborn. The excerpt I chose was when they find the wall itself.
So, I hope you like the excerpt of this story and enjoy this piece of the two brothers and the heirloom.
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"What is that?" Rashir asked steadily.
"I've heard about them ancient walls of the dragons," Aserun said.
"Can you read it?" Rashir asked.
"Of course I can," Aserun said.
Rashir's eyes narrowed and he looked steadily at the chest gleaming with the treasure he desired. His brother could distract himself with delusions of granduer, thinking he can read a dragon wall. Was he being serious. Rashir watched as Aserun walked closer to the wall, Rashir lunged down somewhat ready to sneak into the chest. Certainly, this was underhanded; but he felt he was the right heir to their father's sword whatever it be. His hands fumbled n the locks, but he knew he had the code right. Click was the magical sound. He opened the chest to find it. An elven sword with it's curved neck and golden handle. It was dazzling beautiful and yet vibrantly dangerous.
"What do you think you're doing?" Aserun asked.
"Taking the sword," Rashir said.
Aserun glared at his younger brother, there was a kind of furious anger. For all Aserun cared this was his right. He was the heir to the sword.
"Rashir, hand it over," Aserun said.
Rashir glanced back towards the sword and grabbed it from the chest, as he looked upwards he found himself staring at the wall.
"And they shall fall..." Rashir read.
"What are you talking about?" Aserun asked impatient.
"The wall is telling a story," Rashir said, "Of the fall of some people."
"This is not what we came for," Aserun sneered.
Rashir only looked at his brother for another second. His brother's dark brown hair drooped down into his red eyes, the red eyes beating with furious anger.
"Well," Aserun said sounding annoyed.
"How do you know you deserve the sword?" Rashir asked with a smirk.
"Rashir!"
"You couldn't even read the wall,"
Aserun unsheathed his steel sword.
"I'm warning you,"
"Oh wonderful, we'll be like all the rest of the elves killing their brothers in cold blood,"
"You know I deserve this. I'm the eldest. I get first dibs, maybe you can get mom's wedding crown,"
"How dare you insist I get less than you,"
"You're the youngest you have not slaved the way I have slaved,"
"What do you slave over, being the laziest at home?"
Aserun made a lung, but not with the sword only his body and sheathed the sword he had unsheathed before.
"Your insult me,"
"I'm not giving you the sword,"
"Well then I'll take it from you,"
Aserun lurched forward and grabbed his brother's right wrist and tried to pry the sword from Rashir's right hand. The very same way Aserun has tried to pry many things from Rashir's hands. The best horse's reigns, the sweetroll given by their grandmother, the first sword they ever were given Aserun swore Rashir's was better made, and now their father's heirloom he would try to take it away from Rashir. But Rashir was older now, he was smarter now. He was not going to let Aserun take his right nor his advantage from him. He held on tight and pulled the opposite way his brother was pulling. He knew he couldn't pry himself loose of his brother's strong grip, Rashir was never the strong warrior type. His stocky, lean muscular body was made more nimble than that.
"Why?" Aserun asked straining to pull.
"Because I finally get a chance," Rashir said, "I finally get a name for myself."
"You can...get it...after me," Aserun said.
"I'm tired of living in your shadow," Rashir said, "I'm tired of living in the shadow of a man who's head is so swollen."
Aserun growled and finally lifted up his leg and kicked Rashir in the stomach. He double over trying to catch his breath, he could feel the sword loosen from his grip. Aserun always relied on his bigger, stronger, more muscular body to bully his way. Proud of his work Aserun began to walk off, with the Viper's Neck in hand. Rashir's eyes narrowed. He couldn't allow this, even though he knew he should he couldn't. He felt there was something attached to his future with that sword. He felt the sword call to him and he was not going to let the Neck escape him. Rashir found himself lunge forward and tackle his brother. Surprised Aserun lost grip of the sword that slid across the floor. Rashir had no time to deal with his brother, he was to make way to the sword. But tackling his brother was a double edge sword as he scrambled for the sword and to get off his brother, Aserun held him down with a meaty grip, holding down his leg. Rashir tried to push his brother off of him, thrusting his leg in hopes to dislodged his brother's grasp.
Aserun pulled his brother down and then he too scrambled to get off the floor to grab the sword. Aserun was more successful in fully getting up than Rashir was. Stumbling and making his way to the sword, he was intercepted by Rashir whom crawled on the floor and reached for his brother's pant leg. Aserun grumbled and kicked his brother away. Aserun could taste it the Viper's Neck in his grasp. Rashir struggled to get back up from the kick, on his knees he was watching Aserun walking away again. Fumbling for his pouch he grabbed his dagger and threw it at Aserun. Grazing the eldest brother's shoulder he saw blood on his brother's shirt. Rashir stumbled up to stand on his own two feet. But was quickly charged by his brother who unsheathed his own steel sword again, Rashir had nearly seconds to unsheath his sword to block most of the force.
"You fool of a little brother!" Aserun hissed.
"I will not live in your shadow again," Rashir spat.
"Father called me here, me! It was obvious this was my sword," Aserun said, "He wanted ME to have it."
"I recall, we drew stray strands because father asked for either of us," Rashir said.
Aserun began pushing his brother with his steel sword. The Viper's Neck loosely swinging in his left arm. His brother was both good in on handed combat as well as double bladed, Rashir knew he had to be careul when his brother had the poisonous blade in hand as he did. Aserun could feel his grip getting stronger, there was something hesistant in him as he lifted his left hand and swung at Rashir's side. Rashir barely had time to double back to not get hit by the poisonous edges. Aserun was a bully of war and Rashir needed to stop playing around. But even Rashir himself was hesistant as he charged quickly and swung his steel sword. He could feel no power in his swing. He didn't want to kill his brother only earn his right by his side. As Rashir got in close Aserun blocked with the Neck and sliced with the steel. It cut across Rashir's arm and he could see the blood on his sleeves. Was Aserun trying to kill him?
"This is my sword," Aserun said.
Rashir could tell Aserun wanted to walk off, but Rashir couldn't allow it. This was for his pride too. Rashir had to admit of his own swollen ego and he lunged forward toward his brother. Instead of trying to slice Aserun lurched with a powerful kick into the stomach making Rashir double over and fall backwards. He could hear Aserun walking towards him. He saw Aserun's large body over him, the perfect dark silhoette in this room. Aserun's breathing was deep and anxious. He bent down a little more and put the Neck on the floor. Moving his freed left hand into a pouch he took out a dagger. His hands were shaking and he was hesistant. Something told him no and something else told him yes. A steel sword above the heart and a dagger to cut the neck. Execution or kindness.
Rashir narrowed his eyes he was not going to allow this, stretching his hand out he barely reached the Viper's Neck and slid it across the stone cold floor. As his brother plunged down Rashir lifted the sword up. It was if time stood still. Rashir's left became a bloody vision, but hot blood drizzled down unto his shirt. The neck had reached his brother's shoulder piercing it with it's thick poisonous fang. The steel sword of Aserun's lodged in Rashir's shoulder and Aserun's dagger in his eye. Aserun had enough force to slide down most of the Neck. Aserun looked shocked and almost scared. Their eyes locked. Aserun pulled upwards, the dagger leaving the eye and his shoulder leaving the neck. He was shaking. It might have been from the poison as well as the battle. He left his sword in Rashir's shoulder, but stumbled backwards.
"I'll...I'll come back...for...for..the Viper's Neck," he said, "If...you leave..with it...I'll hunt you down till...till..till..I get it back."
Rashir didn't even truly know when Aserun left, all he knew was his grip was on the Viper's Neck. He had done it. He had achieved something other than living in another's footsteps. Rashir wasn't ready to rest in peace, but he had no more strength. Before sleeping he saw someone over him, but his vision became blurred and his body gave up.
