The Wanderer's Saga Part I: prologue

          Disgusted by the monotony of his life on his father's farm, the young man often fantasized about leaving the confines of Riverwood, the quiet village in which he had spent his entire childhood, and making a name for himself, or atleast getting some excitement out of life. Work on the farm was dull, and the townspeople even duller. Nobody ever visited Riverwood,  save for the occasional trader looking for a room at the inn. But in the city of Whiterun a few miles away, there was always money to do be made, he reckoned. He could find work, and hopefully put his hunting skills to use. So that night, he quietly packed up his belongings (knife, crossbow, and his collection of furs) and slipped out to make tye journey to the walled city of Whiterun. But about an hour into his walk he found himself staring down a massive boar as it charged right at him! He froze for a moment, and before he could react, the beast hit him with considerable force, knocking him unconscious.

When he awoke, he found himself lying in a bloody cart atop the bodies of several large animals (boars amd the like) being pulled by an ox at a very slow pace.