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Oh great i reincarnated as a farmer7/4/2023 ![]() I was in some sort of medieval village-and a small one, judging by the size of the palisade I could see above the buildings. There were more houses to my left and a palisade and gate to my right. I heard metal being hammered beyond the dwellings and could see a line of black smoke above the rooves. Opposite the warehouse, across the dirt road, were more of the little log houses. ![]() The drivers were seated against the far warehouse wall sharing lunch, chatting, and making jokes. They were all positioned at the edge of a large turning bay in front of the warehouse. I spotted six more wagons in front of the one I occupied. I grabbed my forehead and turned, trying to gain my bearings and limit my nausea and migraine. Woodsmoke and manure filled my every breath along with a fair amount of something sour, making the experience uniquely horrible. Now, I was in the back of an empty wagon, stolen from the Skyrim intro, outside a log warehouse that was surrounded by a whole lot of small log houses that looked like they came from a pioneering film set. Top that sensation off with a hangover from a week-long bender and you will understand the kind of disorientation I was experiencing.Ĭongratulations, you have safely fast travelled to your destination.Ī second ago, I’d been sitting in Varla’s office accepting her offer to organise my trip, laughing at the fast travel mistranslation. It was the kind of spinning you only experience when everything changes instantly, like when you’re a passenger in a car and you fall asleep without realising, waking somewhere drastically different. ![]()
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