I left Gerdur and Hod's house early this morning hoping to put this bow that Ralof had given me to good use. I have hunted and tracked before so I hoped I could at least get enough food to live off the land as a hunter until I get back on my feet. I knew the wilderness of Skyrim was a dangerous and often unforgiving place, but I had to do something. I had to start somewhere and reestablish myself in this cold province.
When I stepped out into the cold morning air, I found Gerdur tending her animals. She spoke with me briefly about heading to Whiterun to talk with the Jarl, which made me feel slightly guilty. I explained to her that I would go, but I was in no position to set out for a new town in nothing but rags. What would I eat? Where would I sleep there? She tried to give me some food and trinkets to sell, but I'd taken enough of the woman's charity and told her I'd be back in town this evening with pelts and meats to trade. She seemed anxious for me to get to Whiterun, but it will have to wait.
|Riverwood Trader: Wolf Pelt to Potato|
At the edge of town I bumped into an elf named Faendal who offered to train me in archery, but his rate was much too high for someone with only 7 septims left to his name. I was interested in some instruction on my archery, but I'd have to save up for the lessons later.
From Riverwood, I headed west along the road I'd come down yesterday. I knew I had seen some Guardian Stones on my way into town and I wanted to get a better look a them. I had heard before arriving in Skyrim that the ancient Nords had built them to honor the constellations and that they believed them to have sacred power so it was important for me to get a look at them at least once.
On the way out there, I decided to stop and move the wolves Ralof had killed out of the road. It was sort of gruesome for any travels to have to step over the dead, skinned wolf bodies on their way to Riverwood. As I was doing that civic duty, I happened to see an elk across the river and in an instant the hunt was afoot.
|Target Aqcuired: Elk|
I returned to the road and made my way up to the Guardian Stones. They seemed to resonate with my touch and the constellations depicted on them would light up whenever I touched one of the three monoliths. I decided to linger on the Mage Stone as it represented my Breton heritage which is attuned to magical power. As I write this, though, I realize I probably should have lingered on the blessings of the Warrior to help me with my hunt that day as I'm not really much of a magic caster. Perhaps if I venture out that way again, I can study the Stones more.
|Majestic and Mysterious|
|A Fellow Hunter!|
From the hunter's camp, I swam out into the river and managed to catch five salmon with my bare hands! I hadn't planned to do much fishing, but since there were so many salmon, and they weren't particularly evasive, I decided to get some fresh salmon meat for trade or future dinners. It was surprisingly easy to just scoop them up out of the water. They must have some fat bears in Skyrim. Unfortunately, the fish were more trouble than they were worth.
I was scaling the fish on the bank when I was attacked by two hungry wolves. I had seen them as they were on their approach, but didn't have time to ready my bow so I faced them down with a small dagger in my hand. They lunged at me and I slashed wildly at their throats. I managed to kill them with only after a few bites and scratches - nothing serious. Now I had some elk, salmon and wolf for sale. I didn't know how much this would be worth in Riverwood, so I kept going.
|Genjo, the Wolf-Slayer|
|Anise's Creepy Cabin from a Safe Distance|
I passed by Riverwood on the north bank and began to explore the east side of town. It's quite a charming little town and I find myself rather fond of it. I'll have to make it a point get to know more of the townsfolk in the near future. I should also head down to the Jarl in Whiterun and ask for reinforcements in case the dragon comes back. I haven't thought much about the dragon. It seems more or less like a dream. Something like that couldn't have been real, but just yesterday I had seen it and what it was capable of doing to Helgen. Well, I'll leave those thoughts for later. Where was I?
I headed back down to the river where I saw a doe and a rabbit on the southern shore. The rabbit bolted as I approached the river, but the doe jumped about in a panic. I managed to land an arrow in her ribs. I rushed into the river again to keep her in my sights. I lined up another shot, but before I could release the arrow a wolf jumped out of the bushes and took the doe down by the throat.
I was so startled by this that I just stood there dumbfounded up to my waist in frigid water. I hadn't seen the wolf before it launched its surprise attack on the doe. It caught me by complete surprise. It had seen me, however, and instead of enjoying its fresh kill was considering what it should do about me. I readied my bow for the incoming attack.
|Genjo, the Stalking Archer|
Now I get to the final heartbreak. I was able to turn those twelve arrows into 2 elk hides, 3 wolf pelts, and 1 hawk. I also have 2 great cuts of venison and 5 salmon as an added bonus, which I did not sell. Lucan of the Riverwood Trader was able to give me 33 septims for my day's work, which seemed like a lot to a man with nothing in his purse yesterday, but it didn't go far. I purchased a bit of salt from the Trader and cooked myself some venison on the fire. It felt good to fill my stomach with the day's efforts, but I was still thirsty and needed a place to sleep.
Unfortunately, a night at the Sleeping Giant Inn with a mug of ale cost me a dear 25 coins. It nearly took an entire day's work just to afford a place to sleep and something to eat. To be honest I'm still famished as I write this. I could eat at least three times what I had for dinner if I could afford it. Soon my hunger will make me too weak to be able to hunt, and my feet are killing me from hiking all over the Riverwood area in these tattered cloth shoes. This just isn't feasible right now. After I spend what little I have on breakfast, I won't have enough coins for even a handful of arrows.
I need to do something different tomorrow.
- Genjo, the Breton
18th of Last Seed, 4E 201
The OOC Corner - Reader's Poll & Author's Notes
Hunting was fun and exciting, but not profitable enough to sustain Genjo.
He has no more arrows, so only a dagger and some spells (he's currently unaware of) in his arsenal.
Due to mods installed, he is required to eat and sleep certain amounts everyday.
I should also mention that when Genjo succumbs do death, by whatever means other than user error, he is gone forever. I'm trying to play this with as much realism as possible, so once he dies it's going to be game over for him and most likely this project. Keep that in mind as you play the winds of fate making decisions for him.
Vote in on Genjo's future!