Tamriel Rebuilt:Hasilius Brahn

Hasilius Brahn (TR_m1_Hasilius_Brahn)
Added by	Tamriel Rebuilt
Home Town	Ranyon-ruhn
Location	The Dancing Jug
Race	Imperial	Gender	Male
Level	20	Class	Knight
Other Information
Health	181	Magicka	122
Alarm	0	Fight	30
Follower	During The Drunken Knight

Hasilius Brahn

Hasilius Brahn is an Imperial knight who can be found in The Dancing Jug in Ranyon-ruhn. He was once an Imperial Legion captain in Cyrodiil, but after some traumatic events, he has been drowning his sorrows in drink in Morrowind. It has gotten to the point where he has had to sell of some of his equipment to cover his debts, and his behavior has become a nuisance to the patrons and the publican of The Dancing Jug.

For protection, he wears a near-complete set of iron armor: cuirass, greaves, boots, bracers, and pauldrons. For clothing, he wears a common shirt with matching pants and belt. During the events of his related quest, he gains a silver longsword.

Aside from his natural charm and ability to absorb fatigue from others, he knows the following spell: Balyna's Soothing Balm.

Related Quests

Miscellaneous

• The Drunken Knight: A drunkard once was a noble knight. Help him to become one again.

Dialogue

• Greetings:

"Hic! I-I...I mean y-you... Hic! Wanna buy me sumpin'? Hic! I ain't gots t-ta p-p-pay... Hic!"

• Sure thing, here's some gold.: "H-hey, thanks... Hic!" (Disposition up by 5, and removed 5 gold from your inventory)

If you don't have the gold:

"R-rude, rude you are... Hic! Rude you are to l-lie... Hic!" Goodbye (Disposition down by 10)

• Get off me, drunkard.: "Y-you no f-friend... Hic! Lemme be! Hic!" Goodbye (Disposition down by 10)

• Background:

"B-background? Hic! Ah, y-you mean th-the decoration... Hic! Yeah, g-great, all's doub-ble... Hic!"

• Indoril:

"Ah... Hic! Nevah' drinks."

• latest rumors:

"R-rumors? Hic! They, they ain't good s-stuff... Hic!"

• little advice:

"Y-ya, s-sure... Hic! 'tis my advice datchoo don't, don't... Hic! Don't touch ma'barrel. Hic!"

• little secret:

"I've one ta share... Hic! Eeeh, nope, I don't. He he... Hic!"

• Master Mithras:

"Whoozat? Hic! Ne-never seen him here. Hic!"

• my trade:

"M-m-my? Mine? Hic! My trade?... Pfff... Hic! Bwahahaha! Hic!"

• Ranyon-ruhn:

"No bad, n-no bad... Hic! Gots 'nuff boo-booze fo'me... Hic!"

• Services:

"Dunno... Hic! M-me ain't da waitress... Hic! Wait-t, I-I got it... I did... Hic! It's s-s-self service friend! Hic! Hi hi hiii... Hic!"

• someone in particular:

"Al-Al-Alasha Kori. Hic! For s-sure."

The Drunken Knight

• Greetings:

If you have talked to Alasha Kori about curing his drunkness:

• Here, have some of mine.: "Wow... Hic! That-t's so k-kind o'you... Hic! Cheers %PCRace!" Goodbye (Disposition up by 5, and removed either a Quality Fortify Intelligence potion OR an Exclusive Fortify Intelligence potion from your inventory)

If you don't have the potion:

"B-bad %PCRace... Hic! Why l-lie t-t-to me?... Hic!" Goodbye (Disposition down by 10)

"B-back again? Hic! Gonna buy ya f-friend some d-drink? Hic!" (See choices above)

After taking the potion:

"Ooh... Gods, my head hurts so much... Look at me, look what I've become. A drunkard. A drunkard! A useless loser everybody's laughing at! Why have I fallen so, where is the knight and what's left of him anymore?! WHERE? WHY? I cannot live like this, I cannot... Shame eternal on my soul." Goodbye (He falls unconscious)

After waking up:

"Ooh... My head. Why did you give that potion to me, %PCRace? I ask for anything but clarity. Can't you see drink has been my only refuge? Why did you have to cause me so much pain?"

"Back again? I told you, I don't need sympathy."

When following you:

"Lead the way, %PCName."

After killing Tidril Moras:

"Hey, %PCName, how about a drink to celebrate this victory?"

After getting back to The Dancing Jug:

"Thank you for everything, %PCName."

"%PCName, my savior! Care for a drink? Hehe."

• drink:

"I suppose you wonder why I seek refuge in it. Well, you are a persistent person, that's for sure, but I don't even want to remember my story, much less narrate it to a stranger."

• I understand, but I'm sure I can help you.: "You... you really believe you can help me? Now that's rich! I would laugh if you weren't so sincere! What did you think, %PCRace? Do I seem like a child to you? Did I ask for anyone's help? NO! All I want is to be left alone in my sorrows, so get away from me. Now!" Goodbye (Disposition down by 35)

• Fine, that's your choice. It's all the same to me.: "No, wait. You're right, I am acting like a total nobody. I don't want people to feel pity for me anymore. If I talk about it, do you really believe you could help?"
• I can at least try.: "That's good enough for me. Well... it all begun last year in Cyrodiil, the Imperial province. I was a captain in the Legion, respected and well-paid, enjoying the comforts and privileges of my rank along with my wife. One day, a messenger arrived in my house to deliver a letter, signed by the captain of the guard. Gods... why?..."

• Go on, Hasilius.: "The letter... it was an order. An order to recover the ancient ruins of an old fort from the foul creatures that resided within. You see, this fort had been taken over by undead, curse their souls, and we were meant to exterminate them. Exterminate them... as if they were bugs, or something equally insignificant. Do you know what my first thoughts were?"

• What?: "Glory. Glory and fame for delivering this place from the undead. So easy it seemed... I took a dozen good men and my wife and marched onwards with haste. I was in a hurry to meet glory, imagining my wife and me slaying our way through to victory, side by side, as if we were the heroes of a fairy tale. But this fairy tale ended with my wife dead, and myself running and crying towards nowhere. I've been drowning my sorrow in alcohol ever since to forget."

• But...: "But I can't forget. The effects are only temporary. So I drink again and again, until I fall asleep, only to continue as soon as I wake up. And despite all the guilt and sorrow and embarrassment, I can't find enough decency inside me to pierce my worthless skin with a blade. And all I want to do right now is to forget every single word I told you. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I've realized once more that not even Akatosh could help me." Goodbye

"What is it now? Didn't you understand? I'm useless. Fighting was all I thought I knew, but as it turned out I don't know about it either. I've sold my once beloved silver longsword and decided that all that's left for me is this torment."

When following you:

"No. Don't even mention it. Let's just get going."

After killing Tidril Moras:

"I'm only joking. For the first time, ever since... you know what. I can't thank you enough for what you offered me today, %PCName, I really can't. I'm now free of my fears, I'm reborn. And I know what I have to do. For each of my fallen comrades I will slay ten outlaws and beasts, and a hundred more for my beloved wife. With noble acts I will erase my faults and make up for everything. Now, let us go back to the Dancing Jug and spread word of this success."

"Never again will I taste alcohol, no matter what life throws at me."

• silver longsword:

"A... a silver longsword! It's beautiful... I admit, I am tempted to hold it in my hands."

• Then do so and follow me. I'll find some place for you to get in your stride again.: "Very well, %PCName, you've made your point. I will follow you." (Removed Silver Longsword from your inventory, and he starts following you)

"Thank you again, %PCName."