Wendigo
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This is a fic about Avago Jo, a Cathay Raht who is trying to make a new life for himself away from crime. Or so he tries. Read his journal as he dodges Daedra, thugs, dragons and the headsman's axe.
DAY ONE
This one's name is Avago Jo.
I am a mostly honest man looking for a new life in Skyrim, and as day and day passes in Cyrodil I feel like I am being followed. As a matter of a fact, I know I am.
Perhaps this one was abit dishonest in his introduction
Jo is what some call a 'con artist', a thief, and a fence. I am all of these things admittedly. I have has several run in with the Daedric Prince Azura and her followers, and as I write this I am underneath a canvas tarp in the woods evading the cult. Such is life, and Jo has always been outdoorsy...
Anyways, I am 'immigrating' to Skyrim tommorow. This one is going there with a knapsack and nothing more, a brand new life. Away from the bounty, away from the Imperial City, and most importantly, into the great plains and logging ventures in Skyrim.
It will be sweet.
However, this one is going to rest his eyes. I need the rest.
Goodnight.
DAY ONE
This one's name is Avago Jo.
I am a mostly honest man looking for a new life in Skyrim, and as day and day passes in Cyrodil I feel like I am being followed. As a matter of a fact, I know I am.
Perhaps this one was abit dishonest in his introduction
Jo is what some call a 'con artist', a thief, and a fence. I am all of these things admittedly. I have has several run in with the Daedric Prince Azura and her followers, and as I write this I am underneath a canvas tarp in the woods evading the cult. Such is life, and Jo has always been outdoorsy...
Anyways, I am 'immigrating' to Skyrim tommorow. This one is going there with a knapsack and nothing more, a brand new life. Away from the bounty, away from the Imperial City, and most importantly, into the great plains and logging ventures in Skyrim.
It will be sweet.
However, this one is going to rest his eyes. I need the rest.
Goodnight.
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