Time is something we dont have. I know that. But, I keep taking side jobs and doing various things. I ride my horse, a beautiful mare with a light brown coat speckled with white, named Oak. Her black mane of hair waves in the wind, and as we ride at a canter,
I draw us to a halt and dismount, then I set up camp. The sun is setting, and even though I could traverse more land at night if I actually moved, but I also know that Skyrim is dangerous to traverse at night alone. Well, it's also not safe during the day, if you're alone. Skyrim is dangerous to be crossing alone period.
Oak leans down and nibbles at the grass below. I finish setting up my tent and then I move to sharpen my weapons. I sharpen my dagger first, and then I build a fire, and once I have it burning away, I start to tinker.
Tinkering is my favorite thing to do, as most Orcs love to smith and work with all sorts of metals and weapons. All sorts of things, really. But I love inventing things. Like a miniature crossbow that I can hold in one hand. I've made the tips of the arrows so sharp, that it could split hairs. I smile as I pick up the arrows and continue to work.
As I sit there, working on my weapons and inventions. I finish doing my work, and then I put my dagger in my boot and make sure to arm myself before laying down and drifting off to sleep.
But then, sometime later, I am woken up. I look around and try to focus on what is going on. But there is nothing, not a single sign of anyone around. I quickly pack up and douse the flames. I mount up Oak, and startle her awake. As I feel like I am being watched, I ride as fast as I can get Oak to go.
I have no idea what's going on, but then I hear something in fast pursuit. Something is behind me, and Oak neighs softly as she races through the woods at top speed.
My pursuer hurries up as well.
Suddenly, a net drops down and coils around me, knocking me off Oak's back. I hit the ground and then, I pass out as I hit my head against a rock.
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