The white light dissipated and Hasir found himself in Mortrag Glacier along with five other people that he did not know, he did not
have time to meet any of them as the god of the hunt appeared before them.
"Greetings hounds and non-wolves, I am Hircine and the reason you have been summoned here is to participate in a prophecy that
happens once every one thousand moons. Where will it be in the next thousand years? No one, not even me, has any way of
knowing. Your prey is to be each other. Only one will be deemed champion of the hunt and will have the honor of fighting me in all
my glory."
Hircine disappeared and the hunt began. Walls sprouted up out of nowhere seperating Hasir from the combatants. Hasir saw that the
whole layout of the glacier was one big maze. "Great, how will I get out of here?" He thought. Then a thought occured to him, "what
if I were to wander the perimeter of the maze? It will be fast and easy, making me champion."
The daedric prince thought of that loophole and guarding the maze were fifty werewolves, hungry for blood. Hasir, sensing trouble,
unsheathed his stalhrim longsword and went to meet the threat. Werewolves were coming at the combatants from all angles, they
were even running on the maze walls by using their massive claws to dig into the red stone. The combatants unsheathed their
weapons and shields, unsheathed bowws or readied flame or ice magic and prepared to fight as the wolves converged from all
directions. The other participants never had a chance as the wolves swatted their weapons away and bit down hard on their chests,
draining their life away. Hasir heard the screams of the other participants as the wolves ripped them to shreds.
Hasir knew by the silence that he was the only combatant left. He trudged on through the maze all while dodging fire traps and ice
mines that shoot frost projectiles if anyone is foolish enough to get close. Hasir made it past the first ring of the maze. The second
ring was even harder, he had to contend with rieklings on boars and about twenty wolves. He pulled out his new glass bow and
loosed silver arrow after silver arrow into the reiklings' and wolves' chests as he navigated through the second ring of the maze.
Hasir shot a silver arrow from his bow into one wolf chest after another until he successfully made it to the third ring of the maze.
The wolves had his scent now and were hot on his tail. The argonian narrowly escaped being eaten by a werewolf by slliding
underneath it, wielding the bow like a longsword and slashed at the wolf's midsection, spilling its innards all over the red and grey
walls of the maze's third ring. It gave a howl of pain and the crumpled to the ground. More wolves were nearby, searching for prey.
The lizard came into their line of sight and slashed through the horde of werewolves with the sword-like bow. He finally made it to
the inner ring, the fourth and final ring of the maze. In the center stood Hircine. He congratulated the Argonian for surviving the
hounds' onslaught.
"Well done hunter, now I put the ultimate test before you. What aspect of the hunter is most prized? Is it his strength which he can
use to overwhelm his enemies? Perhaps it is his speed to outrun even the fastest opponent? Or maybe it is his guile, the ability to
outwit his opponents so he can strike when the opponent least expects it?"
Hasir's face screwed up. "What?"
"My aspect, your final challenge." Hircine told him, "I ask again, Speed, Strength or Guile?"
"Speed." Hasir heard himself blurt out the words before he could change his mind.
"Very well, Prepare yourself, fast enemies can be very deadly." Hircine transformed into a huge bonewolf with very high agility stats,
enough to make anyone's day miserable. I will take him out using my bow, this bastard's mine! He thought as he aimed at the
skeletal blur whizzing around the inner circle. He fired one arrow after another, in quick succession. There were a series of thuds that
told Hasir that he hit his target. He notched another arrow and fired. The arrow flew through the air and struck the bonewolf in the
eye socket. That blow was enough to make the wolf yelp in pain. The wolf to crumpled to the floor of the daedric ruin in a pile of
bones.
For his trouble Hasir received the amulet of speed and Hircine also relinquished his own spear; the spear of bitter mercy. Hasir heard
a rumbling noise above him and saw chunks of the glacier breaking away, he had to get out of there.
He exited out of the door just ahead of him. When he was safely back on the island, Hasir watched in awe as the glacier crumpled
upon itself and was buried in snow. He saw Infinite nearby. He approached the Khajiit and asked what their next objective is. To
that, the Khajiit replied "I have a friend in the Imperial City that sent me a message a few minutes ago that Cyrodiil is in
grave danger from Mehrunes Dagon and his forces of Oblivion. With that, the Khajiit and the Argonian walked to the Fort Frostmoth
docks, boarded the Crimson Fang and headed for the water front district of Cyrodiil.
At around midday, Hasir saw a mast of a ship sticking out like a pointed part of a sundial would a perfect sky. The ship slowed and
stopped near the strange ship. Infinite placed the gangplank; Hasir got out first and he disembarked soon after. He moored the
ship to one of the wooden points deeply rooted in the mud.
Hasir eyed him with a look of surprise. As if on cue, a golden scaled figure stood up from the rear of the ship; this caught Hasir by
surprise,
"What in Oblivion are you doing here?" He asked, shocked. Quinchal told him that he waited on the ship while Hasir did his
business.
Hasir asked the black and white khajiit what they were doing here,
"Infinite, why are we here exactly? this was not a stop on our trip, hsss."
Infinite clipped him on the back of his head; hissing in anger, Hasir rubbed his neck vigorously,
"Hasir, stop being such a damned idiot and use your brain," He sniggered, "if you have one, that is." He roared with laughter at
Hasir's hurt expression.
The Argonian feigned pain when the Khajiit punched him in the shoulder, "relax, I was just joking, stop being a stick in the mud." He
took a deep breath, "We are here for a short detour because we need to stock up; food, drink, weapons, armor, that sort of thing."
Hasir hissed with resignantion as his tail slumped and he followed as the tsaesci led him across the thin stone bridge not to far from
the houseboast they passed earlier. They exited through a door affixed to a small tower into another section of the city.
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