North Eastern Taiga>Transportation
Dog Sled (Dog Team perk)>Supplies
Rations (x3), Hardware, Tent, Basic Tools>Equipment
Woodworking Tools, Traps, Fishing Gear, Doctor's Bag, Paper, Books>Weapon
Trapping, Gathering, Carpentry, Marksmanship>Hobbies
Ophelia the Lonesome Huntress>Animals
A Sound Schematic>Hazards
A Feeble Crowing
It's too warm and too crowded and I yearn for a quiet place to call my home. This dream is all that's kept me alive. I've been putting it together for years. A squat log cabin, out there in the frigid tundra, nothing to occupy my days but trapping, fishing, writing, and archery. Ophelia could be a problem. We don't communicate well to begin with and I guess I gravely insulted her by suggesting her fur cloak could do with some sewing, so she may leave well before we get there. Fine by me.
The Taiga feels like the place I belong. There's a delicious vitality in the frigid nights. The way the cold sinks into your bones and forces you to remember you're just a small spark of flame in the dark. That you're just an animal like any other, surviving by the whims of Nature and little more.
But I'm rambling. That's why I'm bringing all the paper, you see. To write these thoughts down at night during the long winter months. The cabin I build will long outlast me and who knows? Maybe someone will stumble across my humble home some day, decades or centuries from now. Maybe they'll want a good story. I think I can give them that and shelter, if nothing else.