I was whisked away into the blackness that acompanies daedric curses. When my vision returned I found myself stranded on the beaches of an island. Upon a quick search of my surroundings I found my fellow knight P4 was a slight distance away down the beach. We notice that our surroundings are a lush environment with a myriad of creatures that appear to be harmless to us, reminiscent of our homeland. Together we go about the standard protocall and begin to set up a shelter to act as a home base until further notice. Will update log when time allows.
Longs hours go by as we work to create the tools required for long term survival. My hands are cramped after sewing together some simple clothes from the hide we collected from the local fauna. The small chicken like creatures seem easy prey. The spitting carnivores provide a bit more of a threat, however they are still simple to fight with our training. Perhaps I shall take a reconnaissance mission to find a better home further inland. However it has been a long day and time for me to rest.
I've decided to hold off on my mission inland, there are too many tasks that need to be accomplished today. While P4 goes out and mines the larger river rocks in search of some ore of any kind I decide to begin the construction of a beehive forge within our little shelter. While I have yet to hear any voices or meet a sentient life form one can never be too careful, and the heat it emits will help warm us at night.
Hours go by and I have completed the forge, a timely finish as P4 is returning from his exploits and judging from the sack he's lugging behind he managed to find some small amount of ore and other materials. He also appears to have befriended a local critter, it resembles a large iguana with a stubby tail, yet acts like a dog from back home.
It's been a productive day as I go to bed with my hands scratched and sore, however I feel that P4 won't want to do much heavy work tomorrow as he has had the brunt of the hard labor today.
Today's the day, I leave P4 early in the morning, I have the supplies needed to survive for a couple days as long as I ration effectively. I head out to North for this expedition. Due to my time with the Bosmer I have learned to move through the wilderness as effortlessly as the wood elves we left behind.
After a few hours I arrive at the top of a large hill with a good view of the surrounding area. Directly below me and for what looks like miles to my left and right I see a solid expanse of swamp. While I can't see through the mangrove trees very well I think I see some large reptiles swimming in water. They could be a distant, savage relative of the Argonians of Black Marsh. There also appears to be oversized frogs hopping throughout the swampy area I can see. Surprisingly the large reptiles do not seem to be attacking these fairly defenseless frogs.
Looking straight across from my vantage point I can see a vast forest, very much like those of the land I have called home for the past 10 years, Valenwood. With this sight the memories I have been trying to surpress and forget surge to the forefront of my mind and I can no longer ignore them.
While standing atop the hill, I am immersed within my earliest memories, from my upbringing in the woods outside of Falkreath, my enlistment in the Imperial army to fight in the great war against the Aldmeri Dominion in Cyrodil, and most recently my time in Valenwood amongst my former enemies.
I grew up the the only son of a hunter and farmer. My father was rough but he was timid compared to the fathers of my friends in town. Mother would take me out in the early years of my life and show me how to use the local plants to their greatest potential, before her passing she taught me all she knew of herblore and the proper time to use these valuble skills. Whenever I wasn't learning from her my father would take me out with him to hunt the large deer of the area, honing my skills with a bow and how to move without my prey hearing me. He would follow my mother into an early grave, in his grief over her death he sought solace in the woods he knew so well. Until a sprigan took up residence in his favorite glade unbeknownst to him. Upon his arrival in this, his most sacred of places, he was set upon by the sprigan. He did not stand a chance. I found his body when he did not return within a few days, or what was left of it. The bears and sabre cats that accompany sprigans had been at his remains already. They soon realized my presence, and began to advance on me. I barely escaped with my life, and it took all the knowledge my mother left me in order to stop my wounds from festering, to this day I still have the scars of their claws on my back and neck. After the death of my parents I left our home outside Falkreath and travelled to Solitude to enlist to fight the elves that were attempting to overtake the humans in Cyrodiil.
I moved quickly through the ranks as my knowledge allowed me to successfully and frequently ambush the Thalmor patrols sent out by the dominion, after serving under General Jonna with the other Nord troops at the Battle of the Red Ring and distinguishing myself in battle I was knighted by the hand of Titus Mede 11, I was witness to the signing of the White-Gold Concordat, but after I served out my contract I decided to stay in Cyrodiil as I had nothing to return to in Skyrim.
As I reached 21 years of age, and spending the last 3 years of my life within the capitol of Cyrodiil I decided to go and see the homeland of the elves I fought against. Without the means to visit the Summerset Isles I decided to travel the forests of Valenwood. Within these vast forests I found a people that were more akin to me than I thought possible. The Bosmer were very different from the Altmer that I fought against. For the duration of the war I had maintained the simplistic view of elves common to Nords, they were all ruthless, arrogant users of magic. I did not realize I could be so wrong about them. The Bosmer were about as different from the Altmer as a Khajit from an Argonian. I decided to settle within the Malabal Tor region of Valenwood, with it's ancient trees that shrouded the forest floor in perpetual shade. It was here that I met and befriended the man I would come to know as P4. I do not know if this is his true name or what his life was like, but we became fierce friends within this vast, ancient forest among the Bosmer.
Perhaps if we had not met he would have been able to avoid the mess that landed us on this strange island, and he could have remained in the forests we felt so much at home within. But fate is not so kind and one day as we were out hunting in the silence of the deep portions of the wood we came across an albino stag with a massive set of antlers, we quickly set about stalking the great beast and took it down. Unknown to us we had interupted the sport of the Daedric lord Hircine. He was none to pleased with us taking his kill. Before we knew it he appeared in front of us and then we saw only blackness.
And with that my memories faded away once more, and I was once again atop the hill viewing the massive forests. It was then that I knew, this is where we must make our permanent home, once more among the woods.
I have decided to make camp atop this hill for the evening and return to P4 in the morning to guide him to the woods on within the following days.
I awake in the middle of the night, I see nothing around me yet I can sense movement out in the darkness around me. I know not what watches me but I decide to wait it out. After the sensation of being watched goes away and after waiting about an hour or so in the moonlight I decide to go back to sleep.
With the arrival of dawn I see my invisible watcher from the night before, it was a large humanoid figure similar to the Imga that lived with the Bosmer in Valenwood. It does not appear as intelligent however so I decide to leave it as it is and return to our beachside shelter.
Upon my return, scratched, tired and hungry, due to a rather large dinner the night before when I forgot to carefully ration, an amateur mistake I will atribute to lack of sleep after my disturbing midnight wake up, I find that P4 has tamed a large creature he has deemed a "Trike" we decide to name him Cres and I recount my findings to P4. While we are sitting around talking and cooking up some meat from one of the chicken creatures we decided to call dodos we see a bright light across the bay and what appears to be a large diamond descending from the sky. We take Cres who we created a saddle for and investigate. Upon our arrival the diamond structure has reached the ground and a slot opens up and we see items within. We take the items and return to camp. As the afternoon goes on we notice more of these lights around us in the distance, too far to reach but close enough to disturb us with their bright lights. Between us we decide to refer to them as supply drops.
With a purpose created and the day drawing to a close we settle down for the night within our shelter with Cres and P4's dog like creature on watch.