Tordis - Tirdas 19th of the Last Seed

Hey good people of Tamrial, a little surprise! A little mini project I had going on for quite a while now just lay here, ready for the posting. And since I don't have much time to start off anything different, here you go; Tordis, warrior, adventurer, survivor, traveler, and well, you'll find out what else soon enough as her journey continues. This is going to a story about immersion, writing in a first person journal like style. I was playing this game with hardcore Frostfall on, so except some tricky and realistic (or at least I hope so) situations that she will encounter on her path.

Please let me know down in the comments what you think of this style, any piece of feedback would be appreciated!

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Tirdas 19th of the Last Seed 4e 201 - This morning I've said my farewells and goodbye's to everyone, well mostly everyone, in Riverwood. I suppose it was high time for me to move on, and I'm pretty sure that not many of them will miss me, and some will even be glad to the back of me.



A curious surprise occurred when I was packing my backpack on the table at the forge, Sigrid, the snake, walked up to me, and without a single word gave me a package and went inside the house. It turned out to be a white sabertooth cloak of the greatest quality, and I've decided then that it must have been Alvor's doing, because Sigrid hated every bit of me. Not that it was my fault though, I couldn't do anything about that dog of a husband she had, he followed me everywhere. Although, I must admit, it was good fun seeing her twist and turn when he even did as much as look at me. I'll miss their little girl, she will turn out as one hell of a blacksmith one day, I'm sure of it. And I'm pretty sure she's able to make just as good blade as her daddy if he would just let her for once.



But If I miss anyone, it will be Gurdur and Delphine, those two rule Rivertown, and no doubt about it. Heh, I think Gurdur would even make a better Stormcloak than that half-witted brother of hers. But Delphine is really something special, there is something fishy about such a downright sneaky and screwed woman owning just a small inn... She might have everyone else fooled, but I see little details, the way she moves, she doesn't just amble around stupidly like any normal person, she only moves when there is a purpose, and does it without hesitation. Oh well, no matter, I'm out of there now anyway.



I left around noon and started to make my way up the mountain path towards the road that leads to Helgen. I could have taken the road that lead directly South to the lake, but it was too crowded and I really prefered to travel alone in the solitude just to hear my own thoughts and the wilds around me. It has been quite sunny with the occasional cloud, but warm enough to keep my hood and cloak in my backpack. Lets just hope it stays like this, because I haven't prepared myself for the winter just yet, and it is already the Last Seed. Gurdur scolded me for not taking any fur with me, but I guessed I could find some on my way to Falkreath. The forests on my way should supply me with plenty of opportunities to hunt.



Although there is one little problem I have to solve first; to find a new bow. I broke mine this morning by accident when I carelessly dropped my backpack on the floor. Normally I have my bow hanged up on the wall inside, but I had it prepared to be packed and it stood against the very same wall. Oh well, I guess now I'll have an excuse to improve my woodworking.



When the sun started to set, I started to look around for a place to make a camp. I guess I moved pretty fast, because I reached the main road that goes east uphill towards Helgen faster than I expected. I followed the road for a while until I reached a camping stop in between 2 large rocks. It seems it's an often used spot as there are still traces of other campfires and tracks of other travelers, but it's safe enough for this one night. I have a little tent rolled up in my backpack, but I don't think it's necessary to set it up for tonight just yet.



A lot of stars out tonight, lets hope it remains as clear tomorrow. I'm still not certain whether will I stay for the night in Helgen or simply stock up and move on. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the divine have planned for me there.



It seems very quiet here, perhaps there aren't much deer on these heights. This silence makes me think of all the voices back in Riverwood, I wonder if people of Falkreath will accept me as readily. I still don't even know why I'm going there, just as I thought I had settled in, I'm starting to pack again.
Well, so far for my first day. I'm going to put that fur cloak on and my hood, it's getting rather chilly, even with the campfire straight in front of me. I'll just put enough wood on the fire to warm me through the night and I'll roll myself up again the rock. But first I'm going to take a drink of water, and toast to Sigrid, that wench, and Alvor, for that incredible cloak.



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I am planning on making these sort of journal enteries for quite a while now so I really hope you enjoyed it. ~ Jorundr.

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