Asger awoke to one of the mightiest headaches he had ever felt. It felt like the whole throat of the world were pressing down onto his temples his hangover was extreme partly because he had never had one before and he had about zero tolerance but if this is what it felt like he would never drink again. It was a lie and he knew it but it gave him solace. Three days ago he lost his home, his possessions and worst of all his burial was quick and simple, he buried them in shallow graves by their favorite birch tree at the edge of the forest and had made gravestones for them all as well as carve each of their names into the tree. This is where he would be buried when he died,But for the time being he walked among the living and only in time would he reach finality.
Pushing those thoughts aside he was here for a reason other than to drown his sorrows in ale 'even though he wanted to'. The day after his house burned he rummaged through the remnants of his once happy home. He dident find much but he did find what he was looking searched the house trying to remember where he had put it,until he realized what he was looking for he had put in the floorboards. When he peeled back the charred wood a silver blade beamed back at him. The blade had been an heirloom that was passed from his father and his before that and he would need now and as he picked up the blade he could feel the souls of his ancestors coursing through the blade to the hilt and to his hand.
Now the sword sat on the desk in his room by his bed safely tucked into its sheath. Asger stumbled out of his bed but the second he tried to stand his head spun and he fell to the floor and started vomiting. He hacked and dry heaved for 10 whole minutes until he crumpled to the floor. "He would definitely never do this again."
Asger lay on the floor for what felt like hours and rose only to find out about thirty minutes had passed. He stumbled his way down the stairs of the inn and stoped at the foot of the stairs and suppressed the urge to throw up at the smell of food.
He walked over to the counter and got his breakfast of bread and water. It wasent very much of a meal but he needed the bread to absorb some of the ale left in his stomach and he had lost a lot of water when he threw up. He downed his bread slowly careful not to eat to fast and risk vomiting again. The other patrons around the room just glanced at him and laughed at the milk drinker sulking in the corner. Some men on the other side of the room started teasing him and makeing faces at him calling him a " milk drinker" someone asked if he was enjoying his hangover as well as a bitch.
He had half a mind to get up and throttle him but immediately decided against it when he stood up and his vision faded,he finished his breakfast slowly in no hurry to start walking around just yet. After the painstaking task of eating he was dreading haveing to walk much less talk to anyone but he had come to whiterun for a reason other than to get a cheap drink. He had come to meet up with someone who had information someone who could lead him to whoever killed his family but he had no idea where to start but inns were some of the best places to get information.
He had been shure they were murdered, there were to many signs saying they were. The first thing that gave him a clue was the huge gash in his sons stomach it was clearly from a sword and the stab wound his wife had. There were also other signs of a struggle as well his wife had impressions on her neck that indicated that at one point someone tryed to strangle her. And besides the bodies the state the house was in despite being burned showed signs of a struggle.
He dragged his sorry self up the stairs being very careful not to fall and end his journey then and there,he was eager to rejoin his fammily but he still had things to do here. He opened the door to his room and walk over to his bed to lie down. Just as he did he heard the door close he turned his body so that he didn't have to sit up and risk his head spinning. he saw nothing out of the ordinary accept for the door closeing "This hangover is worse than i though I'm hallucinating now."He scoffed at the idea,though he didn't put it passed him right at this moment but still found it funny. he got comfortable let out a sigh closed his eyes and fell into the warm embrace of sleep within moments.
Asger was having a pleasant dream of him fishing with his son by the creek when he was suddenly ripped out of dreamland and into reality. When he came to he found that he was not alone in his room as there was a figure standing in the corner starting at him. He was about to cry out when he felt the jagged end of a blade against his throat and a hand pressed against his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise,the figure kept him immobile all he could do is breath he hadn't even registered the movement.
The figure was slim and had slender curves so it was obviously a woman,she wore a black tunic with a red diagonal line from her right shoulder to her left leg. She had her black hair tied up into a short ponytail. She leaned forward and stopped right next to his ear. "I am going to release you don't scream or you'l regret it,do you understand?" she whispered into his ear. He managed a half nod. "Good." She put on a fake smile stepping away from him.
He sat up massaging his neck taking in the shadowy figure,he hadn't realized it but he was holding his breath.
"Who...are...you." he paused to catch his breath."what...do you want." He grin she wore scared Asger it was not a grin of happiness but a grin of a mad man.
"That is for me to know,as for why I'm here." She paused as she stepped closer to him."I am part of the dark brotherhood." She bowed as if it were a stage had never been more scared in his life and he didn't know if he was scared more of the fact she was crazy or that she was in the dark brotherhood...probably both.
"A-and what does the dark brotherhood want with me?"
Her grin only widened."We don't want you,you want us."
"What i-i never called for you i didn't even know you existed I only know the dark brotherhood was an organization of murderers who would kill anyone with enough payment. A mere fabrication to scare emperors and thugs but there had never been any proof of they're existence...until now.
"Than why did you kill those innocents?"Her grin shouldn't have been able to get any larger but it did.
"What innocents i haven't killed anybody in my life?"
"Why your family silly ahh i remember it like it was yesterday." She gazed at the wall and clasped her hands together as she remembered the events.
"wait you were there, you killed my family."His fear turned to anger.
"No that wasn't my contract."She putting on a pouty face and her lip trembled."That was for my colleague, our new recruit" She finished with a villainous smile.
"You killed my family and you have the audacity to admit it to my face and ask if i want to join you."
"Oh now your getting it but like I said you killed them I never touched them."
"So your...organization was sent on a contract to kill my family,whats so special about my family we never did anything to anyone."
"I don't know what our contractor wanted with your family all i know is that they wanted your family dead no questions asked for a nice amount of coin. He couldn't believe it couldn't fathom that someone had wanted to cause him so much pain,what had he ever done to was normally very generous and so was his family never getting into fights and helping people. but obviously somewhere along the way he had made a mistake made an enemy.
This...woman was his only pathway to finding his family murderer and to getting revenge and at this point his options were far and few so he though for a moment before he came to his took a deep breath before he spoke contemplating his next words carefully."He put on a neutral face trying to hide his fear"Yes i will join you."
"Oh goody." She beamed."I love it when a plan comes to fruition."he didn't want to join a band of murderers but it was the only lead he had to find his family's killer."So when do we leave?"
"Why now silly." He was just about to ask where to but he was stopped by a blow to the head.
So there it is chapter 2 of my Skyrim story i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do and if you haven't please like/favorite and check out my RWBY fanfic Sequestered Thorns.
