Monday, June 4, 2012

Last Seed 17, 4E 201

Here begins the journal of Katje of Riverwood.


I miss Ralof terribly. It's been three months now since he left home to join the Stormcloak rebellion, and we've been anxiously awaiting any news. I pray every night that he is well and that Talos protects him from Imperial blades. But though I worry for his safety, I envy him. To fight alongside Ulfric Stormcloak, for the glory of Skyrim! How fortunate he is.

I told Gerdur again how much I long to leave this sleepy little town behind and join Ralof in his adventures. She gave me a lecture (again) on how dangerous life was outside Riverwood. "Katje," she told me, "I've lost a cousin to those damned Thalmor, and I may have lost a brother now, too. I'm certainly not going to lose my baby sister." She worries too much, but I know it's because she cares.

At the Riverwood Trader, I found a survival guide to the wilds of Skyrim, and I spent the better part of my morning poring through it. I realized that if I want to survive a war with the Empire, I must first learn to survive Skyrim itself.

I decided to start by toughening up my soft hands. Hod always needs more folks to chop wood at the mill, so I grabbed a spare axe and set to chopping. Poor Gerdur! She's going to think I decided to settle down here at the mill and put thoughts of the rebellion behind me. Not a chance!


I chopped until my poor hands started to get raw from the axe. For my hard work, Hod gave me a bit of coin. I decided to use it to get Alvor the blacksmith to give me some lessons on how to work the forge. He set me to work making a dagger and a helmet.


After I'd finished his lesson, I started work on a simple quarterstaff and hunting bow using some spare wood I found lying around the mill. After a few hours, I had something quite decent. I used the remaining coin I had to purchase a small quiver of arrows from Alvor, then spent my evening practicing my archery on a basket I found.


I... need a lot more practice.

Tomorrow I'll continue with the hard work, toughening myself up for the day when I'll stand beside my brother Ralof as a shieldmaiden of Skyrim.

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