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The thick grey clouds over the forest swirled and danced as the winds that accompanied the harsh rains tossed them around. The sky above Falkreath forest was consumed in a violent spectacle of nature. Sheet after sheet of icy ran pounded the leaves and trees below. And in this forest, Lower than these trees, lower even than the shrubbery. Was Freyr, on hands and knees, every muscle of his body taut. Freyr held himself suspended inches above the mud, eyes focused on the family of deer that took cover 50 yards away in a shallow cave set against the hillside. The rain Beat down on Freyr as he inched his way close and closer towards his target. For the past two months Freyr had been having a hard time finding game in the forest and times were getting desperate.
Bringing down a fully grown elk would completely turn his life around for the next few weeks. The thought of warm food in his belly drove him through the pounding rain as he inched closer to his prey. As he drew within firing distance He brought the thick bowstring out of his pack. He notched and strung his bow and drew two arrows from his pack as well. Notching his first arrow Freyr rose to his knees and took careful aim. When suddenly a cave bear, hiding in the deeper recesses of the cave, came lunging out scattering the herd of deer. Freyr immediately dropped his body into the mud and began to crawl backwards hoping that the bear would not come in his direction. As he got far enough away he stood up and began to run, picking up speed as he weaved his way softly through the pines.
Freyr knew this forest well and he skipped quickly over the landscape. Crossing over hills and valleys Freyr quickly arrived at the top of the hill over looking the sleepy town of Falkreath. Freyr's Hut resided on the eastern most edge of town and was set in the trees surrounding the village. As he skipped quickly down the hill he ducked his head against the rain. Splashing up the main road which had since turned to mud, Freyr jumped onto the wooden planks in front of the inn where the where a wooden overhang had been built to provide protection from the rain. finally finding a dry spot Freyr Leaned against the wall of the tavern and let his mind winder as he took off his soggy boots...."They should be arriving any day now!" he thought excitedly to himself. Four men had answered his call for a traveling party. Freyr had received word by courier just a week ago. Which means that the men could not be far behind. Freyr sighed as he thought about finally leaving Falkreath and making a life for himself out in Skyrim. The sounds of the rain drops began to lull Freyr into a doze as he pondered over his the letters from his new partners. what would they be like, How would they get along together when the harshness of the journey weighed upon them...and would they all survive it...and with that Freyr's eyes shut for good and he was sound asleep.
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Bringing down a fully grown elk would completely turn his life around for the next few weeks. The thought of warm food in his belly drove him through the pounding rain as he inched closer to his prey. As he drew within firing distance He brought the thick bowstring out of his pack. He notched and strung his bow and drew two arrows from his pack as well. Notching his first arrow Freyr rose to his knees and took careful aim. When suddenly a cave bear, hiding in the deeper recesses of the cave, came lunging out scattering the herd of deer. Freyr immediately dropped his body into the mud and began to crawl backwards hoping that the bear would not come in his direction. As he got far enough away he stood up and began to run, picking up speed as he weaved his way softly through the pines.
Freyr knew this forest well and he skipped quickly over the landscape. Crossing over hills and valleys Freyr quickly arrived at the top of the hill over looking the sleepy town of Falkreath. Freyr's Hut resided on the eastern most edge of town and was set in the trees surrounding the village. As he skipped quickly down the hill he ducked his head against the rain. Splashing up the main road which had since turned to mud, Freyr jumped onto the wooden planks in front of the inn where the where a wooden overhang had been built to provide protection from the rain. finally finding a dry spot Freyr Leaned against the wall of the tavern and let his mind winder as he took off his soggy boots...."They should be arriving any day now!" he thought excitedly to himself. Four men had answered his call for a traveling party. Freyr had received word by courier just a week ago. Which means that the men could not be far behind. Freyr sighed as he thought about finally leaving Falkreath and making a life for himself out in Skyrim. The sounds of the rain drops began to lull Freyr into a doze as he pondered over his the letters from his new partners. what would they be like, How would they get along together when the harshness of the journey weighed upon them...and would they all survive it...and with that Freyr's eyes shut for good and he was sound asleep.
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